1st Dress

[prissy_hooves]

[It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, and the Liebert residence on Hastings Boulevard has just gotten itself a new pet.  There is suddenly a doghouse in the back yard where there wasn't one before, its new occupant just waking up from her beauty sleep as a cute squeaky yawning sound emanates from the structure.  Of course, the voice isn't cute for very long, because once its owner realizes she's not in her bed anymore, the next sound out of that doghouse is a shrill, piercing scream.]

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

[Waking up in a new place is always a rather disorienting experience, especially when you're used to pampered comforts.  And then there's the dirt to consider.  Rarity comes tearing out of the doghouse like she's just seen a ghost, but doesn't make it very far before the rope anchoring her pulls her back.  Frowning at her surroundings and at the dirt and dust on her beautiful coat, Rarity decides that the best course of action is to complain loudly until someone notices her.]

What is the meaning of this?  Where am I?  This is certainly no way to treat a lady!  Tied up to whatever this miniature house is supposed to be with a piece of rope, like a common pack mule!  And no floor inside whatsoever!  It will take hours to get all of this dirt out of my hooves, to say nothing of the mess it's made of my mane!

[She huffs a little, shaking her head in dismay before appearing to calm down some.]

Well.  First things first, then.  Let's take care of this rope.

[Rarity closes her eyes for a moment in concentration, but they soon shoot wide open in shock.]

My magic!  What's happened to my magic?  Is my horn all right?

[Lifting a hoof, she feels around on her forehead for a moment or two.  Unfortunately, the horn which typically adorns it is conspicuously missing.]

My horn!  They've taken my horn!  What manner of savages are responsible for this?

[And she's just going to continue struggling against her restraint while shouting indignantly at whoever's unlucky enough to be passing by.  Knotwork isn't a skill that's typically practiced by proper high-class ladies such as herself, so Rarity's a bit stuck for the moment.]

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[mylife4food.livejournal.com]

[Someone complaining.

Female voice.

This sounds like a job for Guy.

Who is once again thrown into silence because of yet another talking pony.

S-Still! Tying up a horse like this is vile! It might look scary but his sword flashes out of its sheath and cuts through the rope!]

Th....there!

[demonoaths.livejournal.com]

[Well, that scream woke Mao, and he's in another house in the neighborhood. So he's gone off to figure out exactly what that was all about.

...

It's a talking pony.

He'd get to experimenting on her, but all he's got are the stuff from Mayfield.]

...You're a talking pony.

[Excuse him, he'll just be huffing and drooling.]

[brotherseyes.livejournal.com]

[There's so much noise downstairs.

It's only enough to wake Nina from sleep, but send her running to the source. The sight of a doghouse in her yard, when there was no such thing before, doesn't really alarm her. But a purple and white talking horse is still cause for wide eyes and considerable surprise, even in Mayfield.]

You...you can talk!

[That intelligent statement out of the way, Nina will go over and start to work on untying her.]

Here, hold still for a second. I'll help you.

[wantasammich.livejournal.com]

[Hawke just so happens to be walking down the street and is naturally pinged by the sound of someone yelling and complaining! Expecting to find someone in need of a dashing rescue from the Champion of Kirkwall, she sprints toward the source and

stares

at the talking pony.]

...All right, now I am fairly certain I've seen everything.

[downtoearthpony.livejournal.com]

[Applejack is wondering the streets, taking in this strange new place when she hears some loud, but oddly familiar, shouting.]

What in the hay?

[Tracking down the source, Applejack pokes her head over the fence to find Rarity tugging at a rope and being....well, Rarity. She can't help but smirk and suppress a laugh at this, but quickly collects herself and calls out to her friend.]

So you're here too, Rarity?

[She drops down from the fence, backs up and with a running start hops over before walking up to her.]

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[foalingaround.livejournal.com]

[It's another nice day in Mayfield, and Dash is out and about again, doing her best to forget the whole being brainwashed into thinking she's a dog incident.

She'll be flying around Mayfield when she spots something vaguely familiar down below. She flies down lower to get a closer look and-]

[ironheadmaiden.livejournal.com]

[Walking down the street and peering at the screaming is a woman. Now a normal person may ask, why is she in full plate armor. Rarity may ask, why is a winter wearing orange under that plate?]

"A talking horse... A unicorn perhaps? No.. No horn... Do you require assistance?"

[numanstan.livejournal.com]

[walkin' walkin' walkin' walkin'

STOPPIN'

... Yes. That is definitely a horse.]

... Y'need some help there, mate?

[hungry-monster.livejournal.com]

[Why does he bother being astonished by anything anymore? He really doesn't know. Totally neutral face though. Why is there a pony in his yard?

/assuming it's after she's gotten free from the evil rope.

Just talking pony. what.]

Can I help you?

[Aka, what are you and why are you on my lawn?]