- I'm Ready . . . Rejection
- By IceMan
- Based on real events.
- >Day girl - uh - marefriend #1 in Equestria.
- >You've received a letter from Twilight Sparkle, the current object of your fancy.
- >You two go out on dates pretty much once a week, after you two get off working as a research assistant (ponies were very interested in human science, and you vice versa) and at the library.
- >You generally plan them by mail, considering you can just walk over and drop them off, and she can teleport them to you.
- >You slip open the letter with your thumb, and unfold . . . a slightly longer message then usual.
- >Dear Anon,
- >I'm sorry, but I just can't keep up this charade anymore. I've never really loved you and I don't find romantic relationships, this one or any other, fulfilling. I think we should split up.
- >Twilight
- >Well, shit.
- >Day looking for a new marefriend #1.
- >You’ve been studying some mathematics with Rarity; apparently she wanted to get her skills in that subject sharper, what with owning a business and all that.
- >You’re just about done with your session tonight.
- “Well, I think that should do it,” you say, closing the textbook.
- >“Yep. Thanks for all your help,” Rarity replies.
- >As you walk her to the door, you remember something she said to you.
- >Somehow the topic of relationships had come up, and she said that she hated when stallions asked to kiss her.
- >She was quite a ravishing girl, and you knew she kind of liked you.
- >Let’s roll the dice.
- >What could possibly go wrong?
- >You increase your pace and get around in front of her.
- “You said you hated when people asked you.”
- >You lean in to kiss her; she quickly moves her head out of the way and runs out the door.
- >“Now’s not a good time!” she says.
- “I love you!” you call after her.
- >“I know, but now’s just not a good time!”
- >Well, shit.
- >Day looking for a new marefriend #2.
- >You’ve found Applejack waiting around the marketplace, probably for Applebloom to get something.
- >You’ve been very attracted to those foal-bearing hips for a while, as well as her down-to-earth personality.
- >Maybe this will work out.
- >After staring at her from a distance for a few minutes, you pluck up your courage and walk over.
- >“Hiya, Anon,” she greets you.
- “Hello. Hey, are you busy today?”
- >“No, not really. Why?”
- “Great! Do you want to go out and maybe get some lunch together?”
- >“Sure . . . But I’ll have to warn you, this’ll have to be a purely, er . . . what’s the word . . . platonic lunch. I already have a special somepony. Was that your plan?”
- >Well, shit.
- “Well . . . uh . . . yes. I’m sorry.”
- >You scurry off.

