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RogerDodger
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For the History Books
It was just past midnight, and Rainbow Dash had just broken her third streetlamp. Rarity stifled a giggle as Rainbow collapsed to the sidewalk, the light smell of alcohol wafting from her ragged mane.
“Are you alright, darling?” Rarity asked. “That fall looked particularly ungraceful.”
“I’m fine,” Rainbow spat, using the streetlamp for support. “Just tired.”
Rarity rolled her eyes and kept walking. “Really, you had one bottle of cider! If I knew you were such a lightweight, I wouldn’t have invited you to this new cider bar.”
“I’m not a lightweight!” Rainbow yelped at Rarity’s neck. “I’m the heaviest weight pony ever! In the world!”
“Oh, really? Rarity asked, lidding her eyes. “I’d love to see you try and prove that. Every streetlamp in Equestria would be running in terror.”
“I will prove it!” Rainbow growled. She threw her gaze around the street a few times before letting it fall on a barely-lit window across the street. “There!” she said, flying up to it. “This is how I’ll prove that I’m totally hardcore.”
Rarity followed her over, one eyebrow shooting up as she read the sign hanging just above the door: ‘Ponyville Inkers.’ “A tattoo parlor?” Rarity asked. “I don’t think so. Moving on.”
“Why not?” Rainbow asked. “Are you scared, marshmallow face?”
“I’m not scared for myself,” Rarity said, ignoring what she assumed was meant to be an insult. “I’m scared for you. There are few ideas in this world worse than getting a tattoo while intoxicated."
“Ugh,” Rainbow groaned, slumping to the ground. “You’re such a priss.”
“That may be, but I am also your friend. I will not endorse such a gross desecration of your body.”
Rainbow grabbed Rarity’s shoulders and pulled her close. “C'mon!"
Muzzles pressed together, Rarity fought off a vicious blush. “I’m still not letting you tattoo yourself! You’ll regret it as soon as the hangover fades, and if you don’t, you’ll regret it when you’re older. How will you explain it to your foals?”
“I don’t care about any stupid foals!” Rainbow screamed, her voice echoing down the block. She took a step back and frowned. “C’mon, Rarity. It’s not fair that you think you can control me like this. I’m an adult, and I should get to make my own decisions about what I want to do with my body—even if that means getting a tattoo. It’s my choice, not yours, so respect that.”
Rarity’s mouth went slack for a moment. "Wow, Rainbow. That was surprisingly lucid of you!”
Rainbow fell over.
Rarity nodded. “Mhm. Well, if you really want this tattoo, I suppose I can’t stop you. But make sure you think long and hard about what you want, alright? Remember: this will last your entire life. This tattoo will be recorded in textbooks for centuries to come.”
“Uh-huh,” Rainbow mumbled. “Whatever you say!”
Six-hundred years had passed, and Ponyville was a thriving cultural center—one of the brightest beacons in the shining utopia that was New Equestria. Chrome skyscrapers and marble museums dotted the city, allowing every and any citizen a taste of the city's wealth.
When she wasn’t managing the computer that ran the country, Twilight Sparkle liked to walk the halls of the Museum of Harmony, one of the largest buildings in the city.
On this day, she was going to examine a series of portraits that had just been discovered, buried under the ruins of Manehattan. Apparently, there was one for each of the original Element bearers, which got Twilight excited. It was rare that any new art was found of her and her friends—especially Applejack. For some reason, she always just seemed to be in the background of everypony else’s paintings.
She smiled as she entered the hallway leading to the portraits. A group of foals, led by a robot teacher, were ogling a portrait, which towered over them.
“Hello, my little ponies!” she chirped, earning a chorus of cheers. “What are we looking at today?”
“That’s Rainbow!” a filly cried out, jabbing a hoof at the painting. “We’re trying to figure out what that thing on her leg is.”
Twilight giggled and followed their eyes. Probably just a nick in the paint, she thought.
A chill danced down her spine, however, as she found what they were talking about. On Rainbow’s left inner thigh, there was a large yellow splotch. Twilight took to the air and moved close to the picture. She squinted and scanned the splotch.
Her jaw hung. “Is that Spitfire?”
“Are you alright, darling?” Rarity asked. “That fall looked particularly ungraceful.”
“I’m fine,” Rainbow spat, using the streetlamp for support. “Just tired.”
Rarity rolled her eyes and kept walking. “Really, you had one bottle of cider! If I knew you were such a lightweight, I wouldn’t have invited you to this new cider bar.”
“I’m not a lightweight!” Rainbow yelped at Rarity’s neck. “I’m the heaviest weight pony ever! In the world!”
“Oh, really? Rarity asked, lidding her eyes. “I’d love to see you try and prove that. Every streetlamp in Equestria would be running in terror.”
“I will prove it!” Rainbow growled. She threw her gaze around the street a few times before letting it fall on a barely-lit window across the street. “There!” she said, flying up to it. “This is how I’ll prove that I’m totally hardcore.”
Rarity followed her over, one eyebrow shooting up as she read the sign hanging just above the door: ‘Ponyville Inkers.’ “A tattoo parlor?” Rarity asked. “I don’t think so. Moving on.”
“Why not?” Rainbow asked. “Are you scared, marshmallow face?”
“I’m not scared for myself,” Rarity said, ignoring what she assumed was meant to be an insult. “I’m scared for you. There are few ideas in this world worse than getting a tattoo while intoxicated."
“Ugh,” Rainbow groaned, slumping to the ground. “You’re such a priss.”
“That may be, but I am also your friend. I will not endorse such a gross desecration of your body.”
Rainbow grabbed Rarity’s shoulders and pulled her close. “C'mon!"
Muzzles pressed together, Rarity fought off a vicious blush. “I’m still not letting you tattoo yourself! You’ll regret it as soon as the hangover fades, and if you don’t, you’ll regret it when you’re older. How will you explain it to your foals?”
“I don’t care about any stupid foals!” Rainbow screamed, her voice echoing down the block. She took a step back and frowned. “C’mon, Rarity. It’s not fair that you think you can control me like this. I’m an adult, and I should get to make my own decisions about what I want to do with my body—even if that means getting a tattoo. It’s my choice, not yours, so respect that.”
Rarity’s mouth went slack for a moment. "Wow, Rainbow. That was surprisingly lucid of you!”
Rainbow fell over.
Rarity nodded. “Mhm. Well, if you really want this tattoo, I suppose I can’t stop you. But make sure you think long and hard about what you want, alright? Remember: this will last your entire life. This tattoo will be recorded in textbooks for centuries to come.”
“Uh-huh,” Rainbow mumbled. “Whatever you say!”
Six-hundred years had passed, and Ponyville was a thriving cultural center—one of the brightest beacons in the shining utopia that was New Equestria. Chrome skyscrapers and marble museums dotted the city, allowing every and any citizen a taste of the city's wealth.
When she wasn’t managing the computer that ran the country, Twilight Sparkle liked to walk the halls of the Museum of Harmony, one of the largest buildings in the city.
On this day, she was going to examine a series of portraits that had just been discovered, buried under the ruins of Manehattan. Apparently, there was one for each of the original Element bearers, which got Twilight excited. It was rare that any new art was found of her and her friends—especially Applejack. For some reason, she always just seemed to be in the background of everypony else’s paintings.
She smiled as she entered the hallway leading to the portraits. A group of foals, led by a robot teacher, were ogling a portrait, which towered over them.
“Hello, my little ponies!” she chirped, earning a chorus of cheers. “What are we looking at today?”
“That’s Rainbow!” a filly cried out, jabbing a hoof at the painting. “We’re trying to figure out what that thing on her leg is.”
Twilight giggled and followed their eyes. Probably just a nick in the paint, she thought.
A chill danced down her spine, however, as she found what they were talking about. On Rainbow’s left inner thigh, there was a large yellow splotch. Twilight took to the air and moved close to the picture. She squinted and scanned the splotch.
Her jaw hung. “Is that Spitfire?”