Twilight and Fluttershy are kneeling on the floor surrounded by mounds of cloth, every so often picking through the selection to hold a dress to their chests to imagine themselves in it.
"What's going on in here?" you ask as you approach with Apple Bloom and Sweetie Bell in tow.
"Oh, hi [your name]," Fluttershy says. "Well, Twilight and I actually finished quite early and I decided to do a little cleaning. We just going through my wardrobe—"
"Fluttershy had a lot of clothes in her closet," Twilight interjects, gesturing to the piles of clothing, "most of them she made herself!"
"Well, we were just going to be reorganizing when we decided—"
"—To have play dress up!" Twilight squeals in delight.
Your eye twitches. "Duah-duh-dress up?" you stammer.
"We've even got some clothes from when I was smaller, if the girls want to play," Fluttershy says more to Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle than you.
"That could be fun," answers Sweetie Belle. "What do you say Apple Bloom?"
"Alright," Apple Bloom agrees, "maybe we could get our cutie marks in modelin'."
"You can definitely help us out, [your name]," Twilight holds up a corset. Nope. No. Nah-uh. Not gonna happen.
"Whoa, look at the time," you say, looking at your non-existent wristwatch, "I just remebered that we have something really important to do. Gotta go; duty calls!" You grab both Apple Bloom's and Sweetie Belles tails, halting their advance. "Let's go!" You pull lightly as not to hurt them.
"But we just got here," Sweetie Belle reasons.
"Yeah, and you had nothin' planned ta to in town anyway," Apple Bloom says wryly, turning around and yanking both her's and Sweetie Belle's tails from your hands. You stumble backwards and fall over, rather intentionally.
"No!" you gasp, grasping the air and writhing around. "Can't breath! Must escape!"
You begin to crawl for the door, all the while making hacking and wheezing noises, making you journey seem agonizing.
"Estrogen levels *cough* toxic! Contamination...*wheeze* reaching critical mass!" You pull yourself up and stagger to the door opening. "Must...find... a gym...stat!" You open the door and yelp in surprise only to fall down again. The moment you looked out a face is right there, startling you.
"Heya Scaredy-Cat!" says Pinkie Pie in one of her bouts of randomness, "though you're more of a scaredy and less of a cat. Hahaha! I was just thinking how boreed you must be doing all this hard work on a Friday—" Pinkie's lips speed away at a mile a minute as she explains her entire thought process from the moment you left Sugarcube to this moment, all the while wildly gesticulating in big circles across Fluttershy's yard. You pick yourself up and as your initial bewilderment passes you stand there impassive while Pinkie wrapped things up: "—and so when I found my pogo sticks I totally thought 'hey, [your name] should have fun with pogo sticks too!' " She had been bouncing around the lawn for a few seconds now. "So whaddaya say? How 'bout we take these babies for a hop around town? A-boingy-boingy-boingy-boi—"
*SLAM*
"I'm in," you announce.
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You were sort of uninterested at first when Twilight and Fluttershy stated that this game had some reasons behind it, so you didn't ask more about them. There was something about a traveling festival that had just been scheduled yesterday to take place in Ponyville next week. That was why you had not heard of it along with most everypony else in Ponyville. Except your friends. As it turns out, Pinkie Pie's new recipe is to be a sensation with all the pony's that will be coming in from out of town, Applejack is hauling in a ton of apples to bake a ton of concessions by a certain deadline, Rarity is to making sure there is enough fancy get-up to go around, while Twilight and Fluttershy are just deciding what to wear to the event.
"So, uh, why do you need a dress to go to a festival?" you inquire as you laze on Fluttershy's couch.
"Despite it being a festival, it is actually a well-organized event that is semi-formal at times," explains Twilight. "This year, the theme is "Tartarus and Elysium", which will span three days. "Tartarus" will be on the first day and be the hectic and wild party while "Elysium" is on the last day and it will be a more formal and refined party."
"That sounds weird," you state. "It's something new, isn't it?"
"Yes, actually. Though it has been around for only a few years, it's been getting more and more popular and taking place in bigger and bigger towns. I'd say we're lucky it's taking place right here in Ponyville. How would this dress look?" Twilight asks, holding up a green dress.
"It's not really your color," you say, serving your purpose as the artistic opinion. At least your not a "model" like you almost were. "Why are you choosing from Fluttershy's wardrobe and not ordering another custom from Rarity?"
"She's swamped with orders and stocks to fill as it is. There's no need to make her job any harder than it already is."
"Right, okay, yeah, that makes sense," you agree.
Fluttershy steps from the other room as she was trying on the dresses first. She has on a red strapless, single-piece dress that fit her form to the very last curve. Her hands are clenched behind her back and her eyes were downcast nervously as she smiles while blushing. "H-how do I look?" she asks. She looked really pretty in that dress, but the color was quite a contrast and you doubt she'd wear something so revealing anyway so you move on.
"Try the green one," you suggest, pointing to the dress Twilight held in her hands.
Once Fluttershy was back in the other room you ask, "So why are you so concentrated on the "Elysium" day? Tartarus is sure to have some excellent bands with some great moshes. Dress in the black and silver? Or how about the middle second day? "The Meadows" will have some awesome raves going on; I'm sure that DJ that you like will be playing."
"Yeah," Twilight giggles at your laid-back enthusiasm as it began to show, "but the "Elysium" will have an outdoor dance." Twilight leans towards you, "Y'know, one with slow songs for two."
"I don't know how to tango."
"Oh, come on! It's the best time to go on a date!" She nudges your shoulder with her elbow.
You smirk knowing Twilight must just be teasing. "Are you asking me out, Twilight?"
"Wha—? No!" She giggles. "I already have a date!"
"Huh?" you falter. "Who—wha—really?"
"Yeah," Twilight says, ignorant to your sudden discomfort. "I know I never told you about him before, but I met this great guy in the Chess Club. Ooh," she claps in excitement, "you should let Fluttershy tell you how she and her date first met!"
Speaking of which, Fluttershy steps out in the green dress, much more confidently. She twirls around for her own enjoyment, dillying long enough for Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom to make their big entrance before you with a loud "TAA-DAA" dressed in the most atrocious combinations only for a trip over Apple Bloom's hoof to send them into a sprawling disaster.
"How do I look?" Fluttershy smiles.
You sigh and give a thumbs up.
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Time passes slowly, but it eventually gets late and you set out to drop off Sweetie Belle at her parent's and lastly Apple Bloom at the Sweet Apple acres. You feel a little down on your way back up to town as you just trudge across the dirt road with your hands in your pockets, listening to the scrape of your shoes whenever they drag across the ground.
Spike is still at the library; you kind of feel like talking to him. But then you remember Pinkie Pie. She always has a way to make anyone feel better, and besides, you probably should make sure that she isn't hurt about you brushing her off back at Fluttershy's.
You think a little more about it while kicking at a rock, rolling it down the road. Once your entertainment makes an errant bounce into the bushes you finally decide to
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