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Illusion of Choice · FiM Minific ·
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Hear Ye, Hear Ye
In a stunning pronouncement, local Wonderbolt Reservist Rainbow Dash declares that Ponyville is a Maretocratic regime. This came about during the controversial Sisterhooves Social, during which the mares of Ponyville continuously flaunt their supremacy over the stallions, even to the point of flaunting the rules with her ‘sister’ Scootaloo, while deriding local hero Big Macintosh.

“What? No, no no! I never said that! I never did that!” Rainbow Dash threw the paper across the table, only to have it caught and folded before it hit the ground. She glowered at Rarity. She could have at least let her vent.

“Welcome to the big leagues, darling,” Rarity opined. “Mind the opinion pieces. They’re little better than those rags from Griffonia. Now, if you want the real news, you need to check the…”

The paper crumpled into a ball.

“You know what? Never mind the fashion pages. How was the social? Did—”

“What did they say?”

“Oh, tosh. Come, come, tell me about the social! I so regret missing it this year. Sweetie Belle and I would have so left you in the dust, as ’twere.” She giggled and shuffled on her seat.

“What did the fashion pages have to say?” Rainbow swiped a hoof at the floating ball. “And you totally would not have! If it weren’t for that oaf, I woulda won—”

Rarity squashed the paper into a tube and swatted Rainbow’s ears. “Now that’s exactly the kind of language that led to this… problem, Rainbow Dash. You’re on the up-and-up, now. You need to really watch what you say and what you do.” She paused, her eyes darting. “I will not have my sweetheart belittled in the paper because she can’t control what she says.”

“I can control what I say!”

“And what you do? Need I remind you of the… tizzy you caused when Tank hibernated last winter?”

Rainbow Dash glared across the table into Rarity’s small smile. “I can control myself. I am in complete control of myself. I am the supreme athlete!”

“And don’t we know it.” Rarity bapped her again. “That’s a part of your issue, dear. You think you can take control of yourself. I have the perfect solution. All it takes is a little work.”

Rainbow scrubbed at her cheeks. “Do I have a choice?”

“Of course, dear, of course! But I would remind you the help I gave you getting out of that mess with the, er, ‘suddenly, winter’ episode.”




In a stunning turn of events, local Wonderbolt Reservist Rainbow Dash declared herself the leader of a new Equestrian Maretocratic regime—

“And that’s the last time I listen to you…” Rainbow Dash tossed the paper underhoof to Rarity. “Public speaking? Really?”

“Oh, dear, it’s not so bad. It’s just one rag from Manehattan. But, perhaps if you hadn’t lifted your hoof with every pronouncement…”

“Your fault.”

“My fault?”

“Yeah! That politician you had me study did that all the time! She seemed to be really, really good at it. You should have heard the crowd… even if I don’t speak Germane.”

“Which politician would that be? I asked you to look at how fashion designers talked. Though, I do suppose some of them did end up going into politics.” Rarity touched a hoof to the paper and folded it neatly closed. “It wasn’t Basque Batik, and that’s the only Germane designer on that list.”

“Er… um. Ary.. uh… Anne? Something like that?”

“Oh. Oh dear.” Rarity buried her head in her hooves, shaking slowly back and forth. “Airy Apparel was on the list. How could you possibly confuse her for the worst mare to come out of Germaney?”

“Oops?” Rainbow laughed.

“Oops was a little while ago, don’t you think?” Rarity waved a hoof at the bars. “Oops would have been not inciting the crowd to a riot!” She balled the paper up. “Oops would have been not—” Thwack. “—getting us arrested!” Thwack thwack.

“Misdemeanor, pft.” Rainbow swatted at the hovering paper. “Trust me, after your first time destroying property, it gets easier.”

“I never wanted to find that out first hoof!”

“Like we had a choice.”

“There is always a choice!”

Rainbow lay back on the rough bedding. “Sure. Next time its a choice between a hedgerow and a hayburger to the face, let me know what you come up with.”

“You can fly!”

“And you can’t.” Rainbow shrugged. “Wasn’t gonna leave you behind.”
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