Crossing Worlds

Crushed

Chapter Eleven: Crushed

Huzzah, another chapter! I've wanted to write this chapter for a long time, and I'm so excited that I finally wrote it! However, if you're a guy...sorry, but you might want to skip this chapter. This, sadly, is the problem of doing a story from your point of view, although it makes the story much more personal. Oh well, pros and con's, I guess. This chapter is loosely based off of the episode Frankie My Dear from Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends (which is one of my favorite shows of all time). Now, go and read, my followers! Go!

"[Y/N]! Where's my alicorn legends and powers book? I need to do some research for the Princess." You open your eyes to see your sister standing above your bed.

"Huh?" you slur, rubbing your eyes.

"Here, I'll say it slowly so your tired brain can understand." She leans in close. "Have. You. Seen. My. Book."

"What? No, how would I know? Where's Spike? Isn't that his job?"

Twilight rolls her purple eyes. "[Y/N], he's helping Rarity at her house, remember?"

Your eyes widen as you realize what today is. "Oh my gosh! I'm supposed to be at Rarity's boutique for the unveiling of my new clothing line! Gotta go, bye Twi!" Before she can respond, you leap out of bed and zip out the door, continuing to sprint all the way to Rarity's. You're panting heavily by the time you reach her house and knock on the fancy door while attempting to catch your breath. A disheveled Rarity opens the door.

"Oh, [Y/N], how delightful that you could make it," she says, fixing her mane a bit. "We're almost ready, so please, come in." She holds the door open for you and you walk inside to find the entire house a wreck. Pieces of ribbon and fabric, dress sketches, and pony mannequins litter the floor. Rarity closes the door and hurries over to a curtain. "I do apologize for the dreadful mess. I'll have to just clean all of this up later. Oh, wait here." She slips behind a curtain and you hear many crashing noises, and then the curtain falls back to reveal Rarity and Spike standing next to a beautiful, hoof-stitched dress by Rarity.

"Oh my gosh..." you say, walking up to the dress. It's a purple and pink tighter dress with a shorter hem at the end and no sleeves. "Rarity, this is amazing." You touch the fabric gently with your hoof. "Thank you so much!"

Rarity smiles modestly. "You're quite welcome, [Y/N]. But thank Spike too. If not for little Spikey Wikey here, I may not have gotten this just right." She smiles at him. "He has a very keen fashion sense, even for a boy."

Spike blushes. "Aw, it was nothing. Glad I could help!"

Rarity puts the dress on a hanger, hands it to you, and pushes you into a changing room. "Here, you just must try this on! I'll be back in a few minutes after I've taken care of Sweetie Bell's breakfast."

"Ok!" you call from inside the changing room. You slip on the dress and straighten it out until all of the crinkles are gone. "Hmm..." After a moment of consideration, you tie your mane up in a stylish ponytail. You then walk out to meet Spike. "What do you think?" You turn around to give him a full view of your new outfit. When he doesn't answer, you look down at him to see that he's just staring at you, mesmerized.

"I-gah...whoa..." is all he manages to say, never taking his green eyes off of you.

You giggle and decide to take it as a compliment. "Aw, you're so sweet." Smiling, you walk past him and up to Rarity's large mirror. The dress is very beautiful on you, and matches well with your [B/C] body color. Also, as you had suspected, the ponytail adds an interesting twist to your look. "Rarity really has outdone herself this time," you observe.