>Day The Gay 3.0 in Equestria
>You are Raritan the Fabulous
>At least that’s what Rarity calls you (and Disc Ward before he left you).
>To everyp0ny else you’re just Raritan, and lately, you’ve been feeling kinda lonely.
>Without that special somep0ny to snuggle with on those cold winter nights, life here in P0nyville had become a bit strenuous.
>It seemed that everyp0ny had someone, even Rarity (much to your displeasure).
>So you spent many a night alone in bed, having to snuggle yourself to sleep.
>If you were lucky you wouldn’t even cry.
>Today was a relatively un-rapey day, lucky for you. Flutterslut hadn’t showed up in another horrid outfit.
>Uncouth bitch.
>But today you had no choice but to go out and buy some fabrics for dresses from Rarity.
>That was your one common ground with her, and one day you hoped to become more than friends.
>As you walk down to her house, you sadly notice Fluttershy following you, and seems to be painted purple.
>You turn and look at her, glaring.
“What?”
>She does a comical “Eep” before addressing you. “Is purple your fetish Anon?”
“No it isn’t you uncultured swine. Now leave me be so I can go chat with my more sophisticated friends.”
>She gasps, and the paint around her eyes begin to wash off as she flies away crying softly.
>You would feel bad if she hadn’t burned all the dresses Rarity had made for you. She still thought she had a chance after that too.
>So you continue on your way, unhindered by the unwanted intrusion, gathering new materials for your wonderful dresses.
>As you leave the boutique after an unsuccessful flirt session, Pinkie pops in.
>She literally popped out of your basket of fabrics.
1/?
>”Hiya Rarararara! What’s up?” Her mane was poofy and pink as ever, same as her bubbly personality.
“Oh, not much Pinkie. It’s just been a hard few days, that’s all.”
>Her mane slightly deflates, and she looks concerned. “Oh no! What’s the matter Rary?”
>You explain to her how lonely your nights have been, and how all you’ve had is yourself.
>She nods, and for once keeps quiet throughout the whole ordeal, listening seriously.
>”Well Rar,” she says once you’ve finished, “I think I have the solution.”
>She turns, and points her ear at you. “Grab on!”
“…really?”
>She snorts. “Well how else are we gonna solve this problem?”
>You shrug and grab hold, before suddenly getting sucked into your fabric basket.      
>All those beautiful soft pieces were whizzing around your head, and as they twist and spin, they soon change, and begin to form shapes and other hues.
>It takes you longer than you’d like to admit to realize you were in some sort of large cave, with Pinkie nowhere to be found.
>Goddammit
>You pace around, trying to find a way out, when you suddenly come across a pool in the middle of the cave.
>It was so clear, it was perfectly reflective too.
>Looking down, you see your beautiful reflection, your purple locks framing your beautiful face.
>So beautiful…
>You reach down and touch your reflection’s hand, and it almost feels like….oh god.
>You grab the wrist and pull, and another you pops out of the pool.
>”Goddammit, Pinkie sent us to the Mirror Pond,” the beautiful you says.
“Seems that way.”
>”So now there’s two of us.”
“Yup.”
>”So now there’s two lonely Raritans?”
“Uh-huh.”
>You both stand there, one dripping, both purple, both a bit miffed that Ponk thought two of you would solve the problem.
2/?
“Maybe she thought two heads are better than one?”
>”Yeah…” he says, kinda drifting off.
>”Or maybe…”
>”She wanted us to be not so lonely…together?”
“What?”
>The dripping wet Raritan leans in, and presses his warm lips against yours.
>You try to back away, but he persists, and you both fall onto the cave floor.
>You feel his hardon through his soaking wet jeans, and you still can’t squirm away.
>He pulls off you, and he pants a bit. “Dude, what’s the problem? You wanna be lonely?”
>You sigh.
“Dude, it’s just, I’m not gay.”
>He grins.
>”You’re forgetting the golden rule! [spoiler]It’s not gay if it’s you[/spoiler]
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