C.M.C.T.N.G Daughter of discord

Politically Incorrect

Rarity was in the kitchen with her two daughters, using her magic to feed the younger while helping the elder with her homework, when her husband came in and slammed his hoof on the table.

"Every pony," Fancy Pants announced, "I'm running for Mayor!"

His family, including the baby, looked up at him in surprise.

"You're doing what?!" Rarity exclaimed.

He raised an eyebrow. "You make it sound like I'm not cut out for being Mayor."

"No, no! You'd make an excellent Mayor, darling, just...why the sudden decision?"

"And what's wrong with being a stallion, Daddy?" Gemstone asked.

Rarity chuckled. "No. He means Mayor of Ponyville. But still, darling, why?"

"Well," Fancy Pants said, beginning his speech by pacing back and forth, "it has come to my attention that since we moved to Ponyville, I've been...how do I put this? Inactive. I haven't attended any races, auctions, gallery openings or dinner parties in the last year. All I've done is sit around the house, read the paper and do taxes. The only social interaction I get is with your friends and their families. As charming as they are, we don't find much to talk about.

"Meanwhile, you've been running this boutique all while nursing a foal. While I love having all this time to spend with the fillies, I need to get out, have a career. Not for the money but for the principle. Now that the Mayor's term is ending, candidates are needed for the upcoming election. And then it occurred to me. I am now a citizen of Ponyville, I've resided here for over a year now, I have plenty of money, I minored in Political Science at Canterlot University, and I'm a good speaker. So why not be Mayor?"

"If you become Mayor, Daddy," Gemstone said, "does that mean you get to tell every pony what to do?"

Fancy Pants laughed and patted her head. "Not exactly, dear. It's the City Council that makes the local laws. I would just determine whether or not they should be made legal."

"Oh. But you'd still be the boss, wouldn't you?"

"In a sense, yes."

Gemstone brightened and flung her hooves around his neck. "Oh, Daddy, this is wonderful! Wait. If you're the Mayor, what would that make me?"

"Oh," Fancy Pants said, tapping his chin. "You'd be...you'd be the First Filly of Ponyville."

"Gah!" Jewel shouted angrily.

"Oh, very well," her father laughed, ruffling the foal's mane. "You both can be First Fillies."

"I think it's a splendid idea, darling," Rarity said, kissing him on the cheek. "And as your wife and campaign manager, I will support you all the way!"

Fancy Pants blinked. "Campaign manager?"

"But of course! You didn't think I was going to let you handle the campaign all by yourself, did you?"

"Darling, I..."

"Alright. The first thing we need to do is get you a new suit. Honestly, dear, you've been wearing the same style for years! Then we need to make posters. We need a slogan! Let's see. Then there's the issues that need to be addressed, the debate, the campaign party..."

She continued to say her thoughts aloud as she walked out of the kitchen, leaving Fancy Pants with a worried look on his face.

"What just happened?"

"I just figured out the answer to Number Four," Gemstone said, making a mark on her paper. "Oh, and Mummy's your new campaign manager. Good luck with that."