"Twilight, please sit still!"
I grimaced as my cousin Rarity raised her hand, a pink and purple scrunchie bouncing in her hand. I had to give her credit, though. Only she could make a fluffy hair band look so menacing. I sat down in the large mahogany chair that she had dragged in front of her and allowed the fashionista go wild on my do.
I felt bad for her, knowing that she always got like this when she was stressed, (which was surprisingly often), and knew why she was so close to pull out my hair with each tug of the scrunchie. She was taking her parents to meet her new girlfriend, and had begged and begged for me to come along to for moral support.
Fluttershy and I had been friends for a long time, it having been me who introduced them to each other about four months back. Her and Rarity, rather surprisingly, clicked immediately and were, for lack of better words, together by the end of the night. It was surprising being that Fluttershy was the shyest person I had ever met, an ecology student where the three of us studied at PVU, PonyVille University. Rarity, on the other hand, studied fashion design and went through about a can of hair spray a day.
I hadn't realized that I had zoned out until I came back into reality to Rarity holding a mirror to my face, looking at me expectantly. I took the small mirror from her and looked into it, my dark face staring back through the glass. My violet-blue hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, the pink hair band adding a nice light contrast to my admittedly dark appearance. Rarity had let my bangs fall free onto my forehead, the front bangs cupping themselves just above my eyebrows. I smiled at Rarity who, at the sign of my approval, promptly snatched the mirror out of my hand and disappeared into the back of the room.
I took the chance of peace and quiet, probably the only one that I would have all night, and slid into my cousin's incredibly large walk-in closet. I reached into the violet shirts she had hanging against the back wall, every single article of clothing in the closet arranged by colour, and took out a plain looking v-neck, wisteria shirt with sleeves that came down to about my elbows, and a pleated eggplant skirt to go along with it. As I unbuttoned the blouse I was wearing and switched into the v-neck, I knew that Rarity would huff about how normal looking my my outfit was.
As if on cue, Rarity walked into the closet, a new buttoned-up white shirt clinging to her curves, the brightness of the shirt making her skin look darker and clearer than usual. She wore black slacks and stilettos, and her long amethyst hair hung wavy around her shoulders and cascaded down her back, looking soft to the touch. Her brilliant blue eyes landed almost immediately on my outfit and her lavender lips raised the slightest bit on the right side in a grimace, but she didn't say anything as she whipped past me and to the long body-length mirror on my right side, where she inspected herself before letting out a long sigh.
"Are you ready to go?" She asked, looking back at me as she clipped a long silver chain around her neck, three light blue diamonds glittering at the center of the necklace, a gift given to her by me three years ago on her 18th birthday.
I nodded and made sure that my ponytail remained intact before straightening out my shirt and turning to walk out of the closet with Rarity. Her thumb ran over the diamonds on her necklace as she led me out to her car, her eyes unusually clouded in fear. A pang of pity rang through my heart as I placed my hand on her shoulder reassuringly, giving her a small smile. She returned the gesture as I slid into the passenger seat of her plum coloured ladybug, and we were on our way.
We were at Fluttershy's cottage in less than 15 minutes, pulling up at the bottom of the hill that her small house rested on. Fluttershy didn't have a car a biked everywhere, meaning she had no use for a driveway and we had to park a little ways away from the house if we didn't want to risk running over one of her gardens. While she cut off the engine, I noticed Rarity's thumb nail, usually painted a perfect shade of blue, was chipped at the top. She had been biting her nails again.
She nearly pushed me up the hill to the house and to the door, knocking on it lightly with the tip of her coffee knuckles, the door swinging open just as her hand pulled away. Fluttershy stood in the doorway and smiled when she saw the two of us, inviting us in gently and closing the natural wooden door behind us as we stepped in. Fluttershy's skin was pale like wheat, but her cheeks and nose were blushed with a light shade of pink. Her long, straight hair was the colour of salmon, and the sides were shaved short, the mohawk falling over the left side of her hair and contrasting with the tiny silver stud that was perched on the side of her button nose. She was wearing a pastel yellow turtleneck sweater and a long flowing skirt that matched her hair, the pastel scheme being thrown off only by her lime green slip on sandals that were over her socks. She look Rarity's hand and kissed her cheek after greeting me and bringing me into her small dining room.
"Oh, Twilight, Rarity, I forgot to introduce you. This is my cousin, Dash."
Fluttershy raised her hand to a figure sitting on the couch, who rose at the sound of her name. Dash was tall and lanky, her short hair crowding over her ears and forehead, a striking shade of black with the tips dyed rainbow. Her ruby eyes met mine, a lightning bolt shooting through my chest and down to the pit of my stomach. I felt my ears turn hot and knew that my brown face would be turning pink as we stared. Without missing a beat, Dash walked over to us and held out a golden-brown hand for me to shake.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Miss Twilight. I've heard a lot," she said with a half smile, tipping her head the slightest bit as her eyes met my violet ones once more.
She made love to me later that night in the bed of her truck.
