I'm pretty sure I haven't brought over this one yet, so here it is with a few updates/fixes. Still got a bit of messing around to do before I think it's all ready for a paste, but here's some of the beginning.
>Sometimes you wonder what you're doing with your life.
>You've found yourself loitering around in a shady part of town, surrounded by pony merch of dubious quality.
>Usually you'd never come anywhere near someplace like this, but curiosity had finally gotten the better of you.
>You're not entirely sure what you expected, but between the dingy stalls and popup stores, you found a little nook that caught your eye.
>It was a small shop with pony related merchandise and memorabilia, but that wasn’t what surprised you.
>There was a handmade sign out front depicting several crudely drawn ponies having tea, under it read ‘Buy yours today while supplies last!’ in rather flowery writing.
>They were selling ponies.
>Honest to god ponies.
>Not just dusty mugs and keychains, but the real deal.
>And if the ‘reduced price’ sticker is anything to go by, they’re cheap to boot.
>Your own pony, after all these years…
>You were excited by the prospect, to say the least, so of course you waltz right in without a second thought!
>...Only to realize that they weren’t just selling old merch.
>It became abundantly clear from the several posters of scantily clad pastel horses that lined the walls that this was, in fact, an adult shop.
>A rather sleazy one, at that…
>A part of you wanted to turn around and hightail it after you realized all this, but down in your heart you knew that opportunities like this don’t come every day.
>So... here you are. Trying to ignore the copious amount of smut around you as you contemplate their stock of ponies.
>Each was displayed in a glass case, laying in various sleeping positions.
>Apparently, the few ponies that were left in the store were fancy customs made by an especially renowned pony refurbisher, but… you're not sure what to think.
>They all had strange numbered ear tags that didn't add up with the spiel you heard from the shop owner.
>Seeing that their numbers didn’t repeat, you guess together they would have made a whole mane six at one point, but all that were left were Six, Five, and Three.
>Six was clearly a Dashie, but her coat was a soft milky white and her vibrant technicolor mane drooped over one of her closed eyes. Her soft and demure look reminded you more of a Fluttershy, really.
>Five on the other hand was a little hard to pinpoint at first due to her colors being a bit... out there. But the floofy mane and tail was a dead give away for a Pinkie.
>A very uh- a very gaudy Pinkie.
>She looks like a 'redesign' made by a child, but… You suppose you’ve seen weirder.
>As for Three...
>Hm?
>That just looks like Twilight.
>Sure her colors are off, but she's about as close as you can get.
>Somehow, despite being in the same position as the other two, she almost looks... Sad.
>You might just be seeing things, but you swear there was a vague pout on her face.
>Like she wasn't particularly comfortable laying in this case.
>Not that you blame her, it looks rather cramped.
>You've... always liked Twilight. But it's been long enough since you last watched the show that you don't really remember why.
>Well, something inside seems to confirm that you indeed still like her, as you feel drawn to Three.
>You get closer to Three's case and give her a once over.
>She had a pale violet coat and a middling sized two-tone mane of purple and blue. She was a little skinny now that you get a good look at her, but only enough to make her look slightly smaller than the other two...
>You pause your train of thought as you catch some faint aroma coming from the case.
>Is that... lavender and vanilla?
>Do ponies usually smell like flower shops?
>How odd.