Author's note:…hi
Inside the boutique was…how do you say it? Gorgeous! (Or in Rarity's terms, simply fabulous darling.) It was accumulated with any gem you could think of. There were rubies, diamonds, sapphires, emeralds, and many others unknown to man. Some were fitted to dresses, while others were piled up in chests. It's as if these things come in a dime a dozen.
"Firstly, we need to get you out of that foul smelling attire; I mean really, did you sleep on the ground?" She inquired, examining my clothes with a disgusted look.
"Well...now that you mention it." I admitted, embarrassed.
"What?! You can't be serious! You slept on the filthy, dirty, horrid ground, in that?!" She gasped.
"Yes yes, now can we please get on with the beautimus transformation majiger?" I asked, trying to get off of the ground sleeping topic thing.
"The...wha? Oh yes but of course. First you'll need to clean yourself up a bit, then I'll take some measurements and then preferences with my input of course." She said, as we travelled up the stairs, and into another room that was cluttered with a mish-mash of assorted fabrics in different colors, a canvas type thing that had a very peculiar drawing on the paper attached to it. The picture looked like a very fancy-smancy dress that a faceless pony wore. (Ha, kinda reminds me of slender pony).
Rarity showed me to the bathroom where I took my book bag in, set it down on the sink, looked in the mirror and fell into deep thought.
"Ok Scotty, assess the situation." I said to myself.
"Right, we're stuck in Equestria, the magic land of talking ponies, unicorns, pegasi, and alicorns with no clue how to get back, or if we are even alive." I responded…to myself.
"I think we are still alive…I mean can the dead dream? Wouldn't we have seen a bright light at the end of a tunnel?" I asked.
"Possibly, I got nothing for ya dude." I said, ending the awkward whisper conversation with myself. I did my business in the bathroom getting all purtied up (as in getting clean, combing my hair, doing that sort of stuff. If she heard me say "purtied up" I bet she'd slap me) I laughed to myself. Thank god I brought extra clothes, I was not going out there in my jimmies -.- .
I slipped on my jeans, shirt that had a sugar daddy on it and said "call me your daddy". (I like funny shirts, sue me), and my purple tennis shoes. Besides I didn't want to bring any fancy shirts because well you're exploring a cave like thing, what do you want get dirty? A worn out shirt, or a nice dressy shirt. I thought so.
I laid my clothes in a little pile including my jacket. I tucked away my accessories deep into my backpack in any secret compartments I could find.
"That should keep them from finding any of it…though, I'm kinda curious as to what they would do. Erm better to stay away from that for now." I said to myself just before the voice from the mare outside intervened my conversation with myself.
"Is everything alright in the darling?" Rarity said as she pulled the old "look at the imaginary watch on my arm/leg, impatiently.
"Yes indeedy it is." I said as I stepped out of the bathroom carrying my small pile of clothes. Soon the pile was surrounded by a blue, misty cloud of magic. Rarity lifted up the pile with her magic and galloped away keeping my clothes as distant from her as possible.
"Just make yourself at home dear. I'll be back up soon, if these clothes don't kill me with their stench." She said, shivering and making her way downstairs. Great, you know that awkward feeling you get when you're standing in someone else's home and they say make yourself at home and you stand there awkwardly because if you were at home you'd be sprawled on the couch with a bag of chips and the T.V on? Yea, well huzzah the awkwardness has been doubled.
I simply just took a seat on a nearby couch, hugging the side, keeping my hands in my lap and not. Touching. Anything! One noise perked me up a bit, in awareness. I heard the high pitch, small shout coming from the lobby where I heard the front door slam. The pitter-patter of hoofs came up the stairs. Oh boy here we go.
A small, white coated unicorn popped up into the room I was in. I swear her mane was the color of Trix yogurt, you know the swirl kind? It was Sweetiebell. Oh. My. God you guys, Sweetiebelle may be cute in fan made art and stuff but holy sh** she is fricken adorable in person/pony/whatever. Excuse me but oh my gawd so cute! *ahem* anyway, sorry for that, I'm a sucker for cute things.
"Rarity?! Raaarity?!" She shouted out looking all around until she noticed me and she jumped back in shock.
"Hey, you're not Rarity! Who are you? What are you doing in my big sis's house?" She demanded.
"Sorry, I'm Scotty; Rarity is helping me get ready for the party." I said, a bit uncomfortable.
"Party? What party? Who's party?" She asked as she jumped up onto the couch, starring me dead in the eye.
"Um, my party. I'm new here so Pinkie is-" I started but was soon interrupted
"Oh! Pinkie Pie is throwing you a Welcome to Ponyville party!" She exclaimed jumping lightly.
"Ha, yeah, I just got here yesterday evening." I said, smiling a little.
"What are you exactly? I haven't seen anything like you before" She asked, tilting her head to the side.
"Well I'm a h-" I said, before interrupted again.
"Sweetiebell! That is very rude! You don't just ask what they are!" Rarity said, striding into the room with a tape measure around her neck and some kind of stylish reading glasses over her eyes.
"Awww but sis!?" Sweetiebell whined.
I turned to Rarity and said; "It's quite alright, I don't mind." I turned back to Sweetiebell. "You see where I come from, I'm am known as a human." At that moment I heard a faint "I knew it!" from outside but I ignored it for now, turning my attention back to the two sisters.
"A…human, what's that?" She asked, becoming so confused that I thought her head would tilt around 360 degrees.
"Yes, being human I have skin, no coat, I am sitting the way I am, you know, I don't look like a pony." I said, trying to clear up any confusion but I think I accidently added to it. Sweetiebell's head twisted back right (thank goodness too; I thought I was going to have to perform an exorcism.
"Oh I get it!" She said, growing a huge smile on her face.
"Well, now that that is all settled, let us acquire your measurements." Rarity said, as she made her way to me. I instinctively stood up and the tape measurer was all over me, accompanied with the occasional "uh huh" and "mhm" from Rarity. She was done taking measurements in seconds.
"My, my, you're bigger than you appear" She said in amazement.
"Gee, thanks…" I said sarcastically.
"No don't think of it as a bad thing! I bet many ponies in Ponyville are in need of somepony with great height to help them reach things!" She said, reassuring me.
"Yea, you know you're right. I am out to help anyway I can." I said.
"That's the spirit!" She shouted, as she tore through a bin of fabrics. Little Sweetiebell was circling me, thinking of ways she could utilize me.
"I've got it!" She exclaimed, scary the ever living crap out of me as she bolted out of the room and outside.
"That filly I swear. She drives me rampant." Rarity said to herself as she walked up to the couch, sat down and stared at me.
"Favorite color?" She asked immediately.
"Purple." I said, without missing a beat.
"Color to accent it?" She asked.
"White." I replied and it when on like this for about 30 minutes, an hour give or take. Rarity jumped of the couch and was in front of a sewing machine, feeding fabric through it, in seconds. With a twinkle in her eye, and a grin on her face she was ready to so work. I could almost physically see the ideas running through her head as she lost all focus for the items around her, only giving attention to the machine and fabric in front of her.
I got up to stretch and was immediately stopped by the voice of the very stern unicorn.
"Where are you going?" She asked in a demanding tone.
"Oh sorry, I just got up to stretch, maybe even to offer any help I could." I explained
"Ah yes, if you could please come over here for a second?' She asked, more nicely this time. I humbly obliged and approached her, getting prepped for whatever she had in mind. Soon I was attacked by flying rolls of fabrics, wrapping around me, testing colors, sizes, anything. I almost passed out from lack of circulation. The little prickly pins started jabbing me. Tens, of thousands poked at me, making me wince every time
"Ah! Hey! Ow! Careful! Yow!" I hissed still being prodded with the pointy needles of death.
"Oh sorry darling I just get in the zone." She chuckled, blushing a small bit.
"It's ok, just be careful, these things hurt, and I'm not a mannequin." I proclaimed.
"Well. Lucky for you I am almost finished with my masterpiece. So the pocking and what not will be quite worth it." She exclaimed in excitement.
The fabric and needles returned to their homes, and I could breathe once again. Rarity turned to me and told me I must leave her to her work, and that I must not ruin the surprise.
"This sure is turning out to be some adventure…" I said as I opened to door out to the beautiful, Ponyville. The birds flying and chirping, bunnies playing and the bright blue Pegasus with a rainbow mane coming full speed right at me. Life was good- wait a sec…oh sh**!