"[Filly NMM] Moonie at the Gala"
By 8th-Sin (https://pastebin.com/u/8th-Sin)

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Created on: Thursday 29th of May 2014 07:16:01 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Sunday 9 of May 2021 08:39:17 PM UTC


>"Target in sight," Moonie says in a low, authoritative voice.
>The two of you peer out of a bush at Carousel Boutique.
>"On my mark, we attack... GO!"
>She yells as she darts out of the bush with Sir Bearington sitting on her back.
>This elicits a small laugh from you as you stand up and walk after her.
>Moonie kicks the door open, fires off a few bolts that are illusions but it's enough to fool Rarity who lets out a terrified, high pitch scream.
>You step inside when she realises it wasn't real and she shoots you a glare.
"It was the only way to get her to come here without a hassle," you shrug.
>You glance at Moonie who has fallen down thanks to a giggling fit.
>"I think I still have enough time to make your dress bright and frilly."
>Moonie shuts up immediately.
>"B-But Miss Rarity it was all Anon's fault," she stammers.
"Wow, just turn on me at the drop of a hat."
>"Necessary sacrifices."
>"Quit it, the pair of you. I still have that dress, Anon, from the time I thought you'd look cute in one."
"I thought we agreed never to speak about that."
>"Then behave."
"I was."
>"You were encouraging her. You're as bad as she is," Rarity says with a sigh.
>Both Moonie and you decide remaining quiet for the rest of the day, unless spoken to, is the safest option.
>And the two of you do just that.
>You get into the outfits Rarity designed for you.
>It's a black, pinstripe suit with a midnight blue tie and vest.
>As you look yourself over, Rarity makes a few, slight adjustments and makes sure the outfit is resting comfortably
>Rarity's cutie mark has been stitched onto the jacket pocket, something you requested.
>You're the only human in a world of ponies, people will want to talk to you and ask questions.
>Considering you're going to the Gala, you figure you'll be able to drum up some business for Rarity out of this whole ordeal.
>"Now, I'm going to check on Moonie. She's been quiet for way too long and that terrifies me."
>Rarity leaves the room and you're left alone with multiple reflections of yourself to keep you company.
>You'll admit, you look pretty good.
>You're not all that excited for the Gala though.
>Everyone else is pumped up for it, but the fancy event was never your thing.
>You do enjoy them in a way, just not the same way as everyone else.
>"Anon," Rarity calls.
>You step out the room to see her and Moonie standing there.
>Moonie is in her Gala dress.
>The dress is a midnight blue dress with a skirt that layers over itself towards the floor.
>There's also a thin, light blue lace layered over the bodice and little glittery stars.
>You'd like to say it suits Moonie but then she'll rave on about how only battle armour suits her properly.
>"What do you think?"
>Rarity is practically beaming at you, fishing for some kind of compliment whereas Moonie is rather stoic about the whole thing.
"She looks cute. I love it," you sincerely reply.
>Moonie just sticks out her tongue and fakes a dry retching sound.
>Rarity claps her forehooves together and darts off into the other room.
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>"Good Evening everyone," Princess Celestia says to address the crowd waiting at the bottom of the staircase.
>"It is wonderful seeing you all again and I look forward to getting to know those of you who have never been before. Food and drink are already being served in the dining halls. Please have a wonderful night and do enjoy yourselves."
>There's a chorus of applause before the crowd disperses across the Gala's area.
>You look down at Moonie and ask her what she wants to do who shrugs in response.
>For the next half hour, the two of you wander around in boredom.
>Occasionally you're stopped by someone who "is simplifying dying to know who designed your suit and Moonie's dress."
>The compliments you receive are nice but it's hard not to think of them as pompous asses with their forced, upper-class accent.
>"This party is boring. If I were Queen it'd be much better."
"Do you even know how to throw a party?"
>"Yes."
"Alright, what would you do differently then?"
>"For starters there'd be less bright colours, more cakes and anyone who does that little accent gets 1,000 years dungeon," she says, putting on a mocking version of the accent for the last part.
"Sounds-"
>"Oh, and everyone has to bring me presents," she exclaims.
"Of course they do."
>"Oh, hello Anon, Moonie."
>You turn around to see Fluttershy standing behind you with a nervous smile.
"Hey Shy. Are you having a good night?"
>"Yes, I'm about to go say hello to the little critters in the garden. Um, hopefully they'll be friendlier."
"Tell them I said hi, I guess."
>"Anon, can I go with her?"
"Sure. Just no terrorising the animals or leaving Fluttershy's side."
>Moonie salutes before jumping with glee.
>She then races after Fluttershy to follow her to the gardens.
>You've never seen Moonie so happy to go see animals then again, it's a very boring night.
>"Oh darling," calls out a mare beside you, " you simply must tell me who designed your clothes."
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>You've been hounded with the same damn questions all night.
>You knew you'd attract attention but you weren't prepared for the scale.
>At the moment, you're in the dining halls trying to eat.
>It's possible you've already spoken to everyone because you've managed to eat peacefully so far.
>Well, mostly in piece.
>Your gut has been making a pained growl for a little while now.
>It's starting to bother you.
>Then, suddenly, someone bumps into you.
>You glance down to see a timid Fluttershy looking up at you nervously.
>"Oh, uh, hi Anon."
>You notice that the midnight menace is nowhere to be seen.
>Before you even ask, Fluttershy blurts it out in a panic without taking a breath.
>"I'm so sorry, Moonie ran off saying she was going to make the party much more fun but I can't find her anywhere so I have no idea what she's planning or how to stop and her-"
"Flutter! Deep breath."
>She does as she's told.
"Trust me, I know it wasn't your fault. When Moonie is involved, it never is."
>Fluttershy nods but still keeps taking her deep breaths.
>She must have been pretty panicked over it.
>You stand up and begin scanning the room.
>She's not here so you need to think of where she would be.
>Your train of thought it interrupted by the sound of a crowd sprinting.
>You try listening closer to work out where it's coming from when suddenly the door bursts open and a stampede of animals come charging in.
>A few people scream, "not again," before running for the hills.
>The whole place is in a panic in an instant.
>You freeze up, letting everyone run around you because you doubt a stampede of flying squirrels, flamingo, monkeys and other little creatures are something you should worry over.
>Everyone else thinks otherwise.
>You can't help but laugh a little at everyone's reaction.
>It's like a tornado is on its way, nobody really knows what to do.
>Eventually the room is empty.
>Tables are pushed over with the food splattered all over the floor.
>Decorations have fallen.
>Scattered across the room are accessories that were once worn by ponies like hats, flowers and glasses.
>You don't envy the cleaners in the slightest.
>It'll probably be a unicorn too because cleaning this as a pegasus or earth pony would take a week.
>In the corner of your eye, you see a proud little mare strutting into the room.
>You fold your arms and give her a stern scowl.
>"THAT'S how I throw a party," she cackles.
>She smiles at you but it eventually fades when she realises you're not impressed even by the slightest.
"So, not only did you do the two things I've told you not to do all night you had to ruin Celestia's event in the process."
>She hangs her head.
>You know she's only doing it to hide that smirk.
>Celestia, Luna and a few of the girls step into the room. Celestia being the only one with a smile.
>Then you get an idea.
"As punishment..."
>Moonie winces as you pause.
>She might be proud of her work but she's clearly worried about getting in trouble.
"We're going to dance."
>"What?"
>Celestia puts a record on and begins to play some slow music.
>This will work perfectly.
>Moonie stammers to get some kind of protest out.
>"That's your punishment? Dancing?"
"Yeah," you reply.
>You take her forehooves and hold them gently while she stands on your feet with her hind legs.
>You then begin to dance for the two of you.
>"This is embarrassing," she mutters under her breath.
"Heard that," you whisper back.
>You drag out the dancing until you're sure Moonie has been embarrassed enough.
>She never could deal with any kind of affection, more so when others are around.
>Celestia then stops the music and compliments the two of you.
>Moonie hands her head and lets out an awkward groan.
"Oh, by the way, you've also got double chores for the next month."
>"What?! Wasn't the dance punishment enough?"
"Would you rather clean this up instead," you ask as you gesture to the room.
>Moonie pauses, probably to try and weigh which is more work.
>"I'll go with the chores."
