Bro you give me grief for this and I swear.
As fas as I am aware My little Pony belongs to Hasbro and Faust I own nothing not even this computer. Thought I would try something out. Happens after fourth season. Also characters are a few years older.
"No!No!No! Out of ever possible thing! This!IS!THE!WORST!POSSIBLE!THING!" Rarity cried out to the heavens. Spike and Sweetie Belle exchanged annoyed and exasperated looks at the fashonista pony's drama. Another tub of ice cream and a spoon was levitated to where the ivory colored unicorn lay, her eyes brimming with tears and her usually immaculate mane in tangles.
Spike edged closer to Sweetie Belle.
"This has been going on for over an hour, what did she find out that is so terrible?" Spike had arrived after lunch in order to help out his beloved crush with some of her outfits, per her request yesterday of course. But when he had opened up the door the sight that had greeted him was that of Sweetie Belle moving close to ten pounds of used tissues and empty tissue boxes. She had practically begged Spike to help her dote on the crying mare.
"I have no idea, I woke up and she was just like this." Sweetie Belle whispered back to her friend. "I thought I heard her last night or something, but I waited until this morning to find out."
"And she's just been crying? And eating ice cream?"
"As far as I know." Not an entirely bad way to spend ones day Spike had to admit, minus the crying part, but pigging out on ice cream and he was in, simply more proof that he and his Rarity belonged together until the very ends of time!
"Spike? Spike? Spike!" Sweetie Belle yelled into the zoned out purple dragons face, he had been doing that more and more recently when he came over. Just listening to her big sis talk about dresses, do her little chores and then get a really weird look on his face that her parents sometimes got.
Spike was torn from his daydreams and sheepishly apologized to the white unicorn filly, another bout of crying from the older mare drew their attention. Spike and Sweetie Belle did not know whether or not to roll their eyes or be legitimately worried for the mare.
"Rarity? Sis?" Sweetie Belle's voice cracked on the middle of Rarity, she approached the shaking shivering form of her older sister.
"Maybe if you told us what's wrong we could help you?"
"Or at the very least stopped this crying." Spike muttered to himself quietly, as much as he hated to admit it this was really getting old really fast. Sweetie Belle gave the baby dragon a little glare before returning to rubbing Rarity's twitching shoulder.
"Oh a generous offer Sweetie, but I am afraid that there is absolutely nothing that you can do for this is really THE! WORST! POSSIBLE! THING!" With that she swooned back onto the couch. Sweetie Belle sighed, at least she had tried to talk about this rationally, but clearly Rarity did not feel particularly rational today.
With a sudden jerk Rarity sat bolt upright, clutched to her chest was a magazine,with a big bright cover, Sweetie could just make out a bit of gossip on Celestia and her love of cake below a wider spread picture. Rarity's leg obscured nearly the entire front cover. Rarity began to coo over the crumpled cover as if it were a baby pony, and her eyes began to well up once again with tears.
"Oh you poor, poor creature. You do not deserve such horrible, horrible slander." Sweetie Belle looked over her sisters shoulder to see a picture of a white unicorn stallion with a blue mane and a very debonair mustache. The word ostracized was all over the image and photographs of shocked and appalled ponys decorated the rest of the page space.
"Isn't that the guy that you danced with at Shining Armor and Princess Cadance's wedding?" Spike trotted over and glared down at the photo's if they said something complimentary then he would burn the thing to ashes without a second thought. Instead his interest was peaked. Reaching over the two he snatched it away and turned through the pages.
"High Society pony Fancy Pants of Canterlot, was shamed at this years annual fashion show, when the pony in mention showed up he was attired in last years fashion and escorting young scarlet of pony film Grand Grace. On top of publicly humiliating himself Mr. Pants lost the majority of his stock the very next day. This former rising celebrity of Equestria is now no more then a broke has been. Unable to be reached for comment his ex-fiancee and longtime mare friend Fluer Dis Lee, could merely state that the two of them were over for the rest of her days." Spike let out an impressed whistle, everything that could go wrong for this poor guy had just fundamentally gone wrong. No wonder Rarity was so upset, according to Twilight she practically worshipped the ground that this pony walked on.
"Terrible, simply awful. The dear was so sweet to me whenever we met as well. Now look at him!" With that she flung herself down and began to weep heavily. Sweetie Belle moved over to the article and looked over Spike's shoulder. It really was too bad, Canterlot celebrities must have a very stressful life if all they had to do to loose it was make a couple of mistakes.
"I think maybe you should make Rarity some tea or something Sweetie Belle, I'm going to go get Fluttershy she would understand this kind of stuff better then us." Sweetie stopped to think for a moment before she perked right up, a grin spreading across her little face.
"Great idea!" she said excitedly before making her way over to the front door.
"Ummm Sweetie Belle? Where are you going to exactly?" Sweetie Belle stopped and gave a confused look to Spike.
"To go get Fluttershy. Then make the tea."
"No I'll got et Fluttershy and you make the tea at the same time." A minute went by before Sweetie Belle let out an 'oohh' of comprehension and went over to the kitchen. Sometime's Spike worried about how fast she was on the uptake. He couldn't think of that now, quickly he left the boutique and hustled over to Fluttershy's cottage.
Not even a half hour later Spike was back with a concerned Fluttershy in tow. She had been busy caring for a bears stiff back, but had timidly asked if she could check on her friend and then return to finish the job. The bear aware of her good reputation happily agreed.
"So it's because of a stallion back in Canterlot?" she said quietly hovering just a few feet above the ground. Spike gave a nod.
"Yeah apparently he was some big hot shot that fell into ruin or something along those lines, anyway Rarity's freaking out, thing you could help?"
"Well um ah I can certainly try..." Fluttershy came slowly down to the ground and pushed open the door to the Carousel Boutique.
"Rarity? Are you in here...I can um come back later if now is not a good time...if that's alright with you." A great wailing came from the other side of the room. Fluttershy gave a little eep before recognizing her best friend's cry of anguish.
"Rarity? What's the matter? If you don't mind me asking..." Fluttershy slowly entered the dressmaking store and walked over to where the dressmaker herself was crying and rocking back and forth.
"Oh Fluttershy! My dear dear wonderful little Fluttershy! It's horrid! Simply horrid! How can one such as Fancy Pants be the bunt ends of these...these...these horrible slanderous words?!" Fluttershy could only look down and mumble that she didn't know.
"Oh how can I ever work again wight he knowledge that that poor stallion is off somewhere suffering needlessly?" A sharp clatter came from the kitchen along with an oops and a tinkling of broken china.
With a bump and a stumble Sweetie Belle exited the kitchen walking backwards and holding a silver tray with a teapot, four cups and some milk and sugar. The liquids were in Rarity's fancy one of a kind tea-set, she figured that seeing the priceless china would put her in better spirits.
"Tea's wready!" She mumbled out excitedly turning sharply into Fluttershy. The butter coated pegasus gave a cry and a jump as freezing cold tea splashed her as the pot turned over. The brown stain slowly spread across her fur and turned the entire thing an odd color. Rarity shot straight up. Her face clouding over in anger.
"Sweetie Belle!" She began before collecting herself. "I have no time for these shenanigans, you are to clean up this mess and then go straight to your room for bedtime. Understood?"
"It's not even two in the afternoon?"
"Is that understood?"
"Yes Rarity."
"Excellent. Oh Fluttershy you poor dear! Come we must get you to the spa and wipe away that horrid tea stain before it gets to deep!" Grabbing her friends hoof Rarity was off like a whirlwind. Leaving Sweetie Belle and Spike in her wake.
"Well." Spike said clapping his claws together. "She seems like she's in a better mood." He then kneeled down and began to help Sweetie Belle pick up the mess of tissues and scattered tea cups. Sweetie gave him a quick grateful smile before she went off to find a broom.
Right outside of Canterlot a pony with an immaculately kept coat and a freshly cleaned monocle was pulling a large cart containing all of the possessions that he had left in the world. An expansive wardrobe, fine silk, a few sacks of bits and close to fourteen boxes each one filled to the brim with newspaper clippings and articles on his former glory.
With a deep intake of breath the unicorn looked off into the distance, a single cloud obscured the horizon of an otherwise clear day. A single thought occupied his mind at the moment.
"Where to now?" Canterlot was no longer hospitable, and having each and every single pony that he acknowledged as a friend turn upon him so quickly...he had no one and nowhere to go.
"If only the world was not such a cruel place." He lamented to himself. Well if he was going to get anywhere he had better begin moving. Pulling on the cart inexpertly he made his way down the mount ion side. Multiple yellow and pinkish purple flowers decorated either side of the path. Such a simple elegant color arrangement.
The flowers reminded him of something, or was it someone? He finally grasped upon it, that mare at his little shindig a year or two prior! With the reserved fashion and who was close friends with that other unicorn that he remembered enjoying so much.
"Now what was her name?" He wondered to himself, the cart groaning and seining from side to side as he pulled either to fast or to slow. He suddenly pounced upon the name.
"Rarity! That's the mare! Ms. Rarity. I wonder how she is finding herself? Such a fabulous fashion designer..." Where did she say she was from again? Horsetown? No that was not it.
Stallionton? Obviously not.
Perhaps...Ponyville? Yes that sounded correct Ponyville. Fancy Pants suddenly had a brilliant idea, one that came out of thin air, possibly the best ones that he had always came from there. His instincts were telling him to find that generous young pony.
"She has probably already read the article but I have no choice for it, off to Ponyville!" With that his speed increased into a strong trot. Yes he could see it now! The two of them being reunited! Her taking the gallant young stallion in! The two of them working together with her designing abilities and his expertise in how the upperclass functioned! The two of them would pull themselves up into the world and he would be back to where he used to be not one week ago! Then he would retire rich and smug.
A glorious well thought out plan if he had ever heard one. Now all he simply had to do was discover where the little hamlet of Ponyville was. Trotting off down the path he did not think that it could really be all that difficult to find.
My first My Little Pony story, wow never thought I would ever right that down, might continue might not, did this because why not?