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MLP What Happens in Mexicolt 3

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"Get over it quick, sugar cube, they're comin' this way!" Applejack hissed.

"I'm kinda surprised at you," Rainbow Dash stated.  "If I had to pick one of us to be shallow and thoughtless like that, it would be . . . . . well . . . me."

"There's nothing wrong with donkeys!  I just never thought Rarity would –"

"If she ever was snooty like that, she got over it!"  Applejack whispered.  "Now smile!"

Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Twilight Sparkle and Fluttershy plastered broad grins on their faces as Rarity and her colt - her jackfriend approached them.

"Darlings, meet Don Vida de Fortuna, Mexicolt's own chocolate baron and the dearest gentlecolt who ever lived," Rarity said, nuzzling the donkey jack affectionately.

Don Vida de Fortuna was not like any donkey Twilight had ever seen.  Instead of a grey coat, Don Vida was velvety black and glossy.  His cutie mark was a laughing face against a field of gold.  He wore a red suit decorated with gold and a black tie.  He was a little taller than the average stallion.

"Vida, these are my dear friends Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, and P—where's Pinkie Pie?"

"She forgot the piñata for Don de Fortuna's 'Welcome to Ponyville' party," Twilight reported.  "It's very nice to meet you, Don de Fortuna."

"Please," the donkey jack said in a smoothly accented voice.  "Call me Vida.  Any friend of dearest Rarity is a friend of mine."

"Hello there."

"Nice to meet ya."

" . . . 'llo."

"Hi, Vida!  Do you remember me?" Sweetie Belle chirped, bouncing around his hooves. "Rarity made me a new dress, isn't it pretty?"

"Ah, Sweetie Belle, I think you have grown five inches since I last saw you!"  Vida said,  sweeping her up in a hug.

"Really?!  Oh! These are my friends!  This is Applebloom!"

"She's my li'l sister," Applejack reported.

"And this is Scootaloo!"

"The Cutie Mark Crusaders, no?" Vida asked.

"The Cutie Mark Crusaders, yes!" Sweetie Belle corrected.

"I have an uncle who's a donkey!" Applebloom announced.

"Really?"  

Vida managed to sound impressed, as though the filly had told him some grand secret.  Rarity had said he had a lot of nephews and nieces, so it would make sense that he would be at ease around foals.

"Yeah, my cousin Golden Delicious married a jack," Applejack confirmed.  "They just had a li'l molly mule right after Winter Wrap Up."

"A 'molly' mule?" Twilight asked.

"Well, you know how a male donkey is called a jack and a female donkey is a jenny?" Applejack said in a low whisper.  "Well, a male mule is a john and a female mule is a molly."

"Well, it is a pleasure to meet all of you," Vida said with a warm smile.

"Can I touch your ears?" Scootaloo asked.

Vida de Fortuna looked down at the small pegasus, both long ears swiveling forward.

"Scootaloo!  How rude!" Rarity cried.  "Would you ask to touch a unicorn's horn or a pegasus's wings?"

"She has asked to touch my horn," Sweetie Belle reported.

"And I let Applebloom touch my wings," Scootaloo offered.

"Uncle Brandywine lets me touch his ears," Applebloom said.

"Little foals are curious," Vida said, kneeling down.  

The jack swiveled one ear around, letting Scootaloo rub a hoof along the length of it.  When he felt a significantly larger hoof on the other side, he looked up.

"Sorry," Twilight squeaked, backing off.  "I've never touched a donkey's ears, either."

"Well, that out of the way; if it would please you ladies, it has been a very long journey.  I would like a few moments to refresh myself and I would like to speak with dear Rarity alone."

"Sure!  We can help Pinkie Pie finish hanging the piñata," Rainbow Dash said.  "Come on, kids, let's leave them alone for a while."

"I made a horrible mess of that!" Twilight squealed the second they were out of earshot.  "I should have asked for details when Rarity said he wasn't a unicorn!  And why did I feel his ears?!  I made a complete ass out of myself!  No!  Not an ass! A fool!  Anything but an ass!"

"You didn't do anything rude," Fluttershy protested.

"Feeling his ear was a little weird," Rainbow Dash cut in.  "I never felt a donkey's ears before, either, but I didn't get all gropey."

"Awww, don't feel bad, sugarcube," Applejack said in a soothing tone.  "Golden Delicious says there's just somethin' about a donkey's ears that begs t' be touched.  She also says . . ."

The palomino mare paused and looked down at the fillies walking along with them.

"I'll . . . heh . . .  I'll tell ya'll later."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Are you sure you don't want me to help you, Vida darling?" Rarity asked, making her way towards the Carousel Boutique.  "I could levitate a few."

Vida de Fortuna liked to dress well.  He had no idea how long he would be staying in Ponyville.  It could be a few weeks or it could be even longer if he managed to convince Rarity to return to Mexicolt with him.  He had enough luggage to sustain Rarity for a week in Canterlot.  He also had every bag packed onto his own back.  Big Macintosh would have thought twice about carrying it all in one load.  But Vida stepped primly along the streets as if he were taking a Sunday stroll.

"Ridiculous," Vida said.  "It would bring me shame to have a lady carry one of my cases.  It is fine, love, I have it all.  I am stronger than I look."

They made their way back to Rarity's shop.  The white unicorn was pleased to note nopony seemed to be staring the way they had when she embraced Vida at the train station.  Perhaps the rude ponies had been some stuck up travelers from Canterlot.

Vida put his bags in the guest room upstairs while Rarity put on the kettle for tea.  The donkey came back down with his suit jacket off and his tie loose.  He settled himself in a chair, then fixed those soulful brown eyes on Rarity.

"How are you holding up, mi corazon?"

Rarity sighed and leaned her forehead against his.

"You couldn't let me go, could you?" She sighed.  "I managed to escape not totally enraptured and you found a way to sneak back into my life."

"I am very crafty that way," Vida admitted.  "Like the fox."

Rarity swatted him playfully, nuzzled him once more, then took her seat.  She explained to Vida about her mystery illness, her friends' help keeping it secret, and Zecora's surefire test.  She also explained her lingering reluctance to leave her home, family, and friends, no matter how sweet the reward.

"Well.  It seems all I can do now is stay by your side," Vida announced.  "But be warned, I am still out to steal your heart.  I hope the next few days will be enough to convince you that I would make you the happiest mare in the world.  If you can trust somepony with such a motivation.  I wouldn't trust a person like me if I were you."

Rarity giggled at this declaration and pushed at his shoulder.  They nuzzled once again, then kissed for the first time in weeks.  One kiss led to another and another.

"Mi corazon?  How long before we have to be at the fiesta?" Vida asked.

"You are incorrigible!" Rarity announced, swatting him again.  "Well . . . . not for a while, I suppose."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"How long does it take to have a conversation?" Rainbow Dash groused, lightly smacking the piñata.

"That depends on the conversation," Twilight said.  "Don't hit it too hard; Pinkie will kill you if you break it before the guest of honor arrives."

"Aww, have a marshmallow cookie," Applejack said, taking one from the snack table.  "I'm thinkin' they'll be while.  Where's the fillies?  Well, my cousin Golden Delicious says – I'll tell ya later!"

"What?! Why not – oh."

Big Macintosh was making his way across the lawn where the outdoor party was set up and waiting for Don Vida de Fortuna.  He was making a beeline for Fluttershy.  Well, not exactly a beeline; that implied speed.  He moved like continental drift; slow but unstoppable.  Ponies automatically got out of his way.  

Fluttershy was sipping punch under a paper-lantern draped tree.  When she saw the big stallion, she blushed hotly but smiled.

"Is the punch good, li'l lady?" he asked with a gentle smile.  

"Y-yes," Fluttershy said quietly.  "Do you want some?  I could get it for you."

"Thank you, li'l lady.  I'll get some myself in a bit.  How are ya feelin'?  Ain't too rundown are ya?"

"No.  No, I'm fine."  Fluttershy saw Applejack approaching with a frown on her face.  "Uh – will – will you sit with me for a minute?  I – I need to tell you something."

"Well, sure."

When Big Macintosh turned to lower himself onto the log seat next to Fluttershy, the butter-colored pegasus waved frantically at Applejack to stay back.  The palomino mare gave her winged friend a look, but drifted back into the crowd.  Big Macintosh planted his croup on the log, causing it to pitch Fluttershy in the air and land practically in his lap.

"Sorry about that, li'l lady!"

"Oh . . . oh . . . it's, um, it's okay," she whispered.   "I . . . uh . . . I just have to tell you something  . . . and you might be mad at me, but I tried to tell you several times before.  I – I just couldn't.  You've been so nice to me and it's so nice to see you so much.  And when I tell you this, you aren't going to come around anymore and that'll make me sad."

"Well, now, that ain't necessarily so," Big Macintosh said.  "You can tell me anything."

Fluttershy blushed even harder.

"I'll – I'll really miss how you come around and help with morning feeding and then we have muffins and tea before you have to go back to the farm," she squeaked.

"If'n I promise t' keep comin' around, will you say what you need t' say?" Big Macintosh asked.

Fluttershy nodded, peering up at him from behind a curtain of pink hair.

"I promise I'll keep comin' around as long as ya want me to," the red stallion said.

"I'm not really pregnant!" the yellow mare blurted.  "It's not me, it's Rarity only she's not sure it might be worms and that's why Don de Fortuna is coming to see her because he might be the father.  Oh, and please don't tell anybody that.  I wasn't supposed to say anything."

Fluttershy had expected Big Macintosh to look embarrassed, storm off, or maybe even – well, no, he probably wouldn't yell at her.  She didn't expect him to give her a bemused look.

"Well, thank ya for tellin' me," he said.  "But I figured that out already."

"You did?!  When?"

"Day before yesterday," the big stallion said.  "I asked Applebloom who was actin' weird an' in what way.  She said Rarity was on a workin' tear, but everyone else was checkin' on her five times a day.  She said Sweetie Belle told her that Rarity was havin' a coltfriend from Mexicolt fly in on th' airship service.  That's a stallion on a mission right there.  That sounds like what I'd do if'n I thought a mare might be carryin' my foal."

"Oh.  He's – he's a jack, actually."

"Oh.  I would not have expected that from her."
"But if you knew the day before yesterday, why did you keep coming over to see me?" Fluttershy asked.

"Well . . . I – I really like seein' you so often," Big Macintosh admitted, a slight blush showing up in his freckles.  "When you see me come around th' bend in th' mornin', your face just lights up like . . . like . . . well, I love – I love – I love seein' that look on your face."

Fluttershy's cheeks were already nearly as pink as her hair, so she simply smiled and cuddled against the red stallion's side. He nuzzled her gently.  The best part, as far as the yellow mare was concerned, was that nothing more needed to be said.  Big Macintosh knew the value of comfortable silences.

"There they are!" Pinkie Pie cried.

Sure enough, Rarity and Vida were entering the party area.  Rarity was wearing a white dress with a ruffled skirt and a red shawl around her shoulders.  Her purple mane had been gathered into an updo, a red rose behind one ear.  Vida had changed his suit jacket for a black one with silver decoration.  His collar was loose and he had a red sash around his middle.

"Vida, darling, this is Pinkie Pie," Rarity said, gesturing to the bouncing pink mare.  "She set up this whole party for you."

"It is a pleasure to meet you—hhhng!"

Pinkie Pie tackled the jack in a hug and subjected him to her normal ninety mile an hour greeting.

"C'mere, ya big lug! Anypony Rarity cares about so much is like family, Silly McSillypants!  I'm Pinkie Pie!  Oh, you know that! You can call me Pinkie, everypony does or you can call me Pink or Puh or whatever's easiest for you to say I bet you speak really good Equestrian, though, 'cause you look really sophisticated and I don't think Rarity would fall for anypony who wasn't sophisticated."

"Ehhh . . . nice to meet you," Vida wheezed.

"I'm surprised Pinkie Pie hasn't heard of you before," Rarity said.  "What with being the chocolate baron and everything."

Pinkie froze for a second, then turned a questioning look to her unicorn friend.

"Eighty percent of Equestria's chocolate comes from Vida's lands," Rarity continued.

"Wow, that must make fer a whole mess a . . . . what does chocolate grow on?  Bushes?" Applejack asked, approaching the group with Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle in tow.

"Trees," Vida corrected.  "Chocolate is derived from the beans of the cacao tree."

Applejack's ears perked up.  

"How many acres ya got?"

"Ah, two hundred and twenty thousand.  Ah, just in trees; we have more for living and factory areas."  

Applejack's jaw hung slack.

"Is that a lot?" Rainbow Dash asked.  "How many acres is Sweet Apple—"

"Two hundred."

"Oh, just two hundred thousand?  It's only a little more."

"No, sugar cube," Applejack corrected.  "Sweet Apple Acres is two hundred acres.  Period.  Full stop.  Two hundred and twenty thousand acres would be like –"

"Eight hundred and ninety point six eight square kilometers," Twilight supplied.

"Whoa."

Pinkie Pie stared long and hard, at Vida, then grabbed his collar and pulled herself up until their noses touched.

"You're the King of Chocolate?" she whispered.

"Eh . . ." Vida whimpered.

"If this thing with Rarity doesn't work out—"  Pinkie began.

"PINK-IE!" Twilight howled.

"Pinkie Pie, look!" Rarity cried.  "There's a pony not having fun!"

"Where?!" Pinkie demanded, ripping her attention away from the jack.  

Sure enough, there was a pony stallion eyeing the group who looked fairly grumpy.  Twilight didn't think she'd ever seen him before.

"Hey you!  Turn that frown upside down!" Pinkie ordered, charging towards him.  "Wanna play pin the tail on the pony?!"

"Sorry about Pinkie," Rainbow Dash said.  "She's just . . . . uh . . . Pinkie."

"Your friend Pinkie, I think she is insane," the jack said.

"We know she's insane," Rarity stated.  "Sorry about her, Vida."

"She's a pastry chef and she gets a little odd about sweets," Twilight said.  "Actually, she's just odd."

"I see."

Vida de Fortuna took a look at Rarity and his expression softened.

"When she comes to visit the De Fortuna hacienda, we will have to show her the new spa.  I think she would like being dipped in chocolate."

"They dip you in chocolate?!"  Rainbow Dash said.  "That sounds awesome!"

"Eh, perhaps you should tell her, Rarity," Vida said.  "She might  . . . become overexcited again.  You know what this fiesta needs?  A good dance!  Let me have a word with the musicians.  Excuse me."

The jack stepped away from the group of mares to speak to the musicians.

"I'm sorry, Rarity!" Twilight squealed.  "I'm making such a mess of this!  I don't know what to say to him!  I was shocked when you hugged him at the train station!  I never realized I was a racist!  I'm sorry!"

Rarity gave her a bemused look.

"Twilight, who here convinced us that Zecora wasn't really a monster?" the white unicorn asked.

"Uh . . . I did?"

"And who tried to convince Pinkie that Gilda was actually a nice griffon?"

"Uh . . . I did?"

"And who lives with the only non-pony person in Ponyville?"

"I do?"

"You aren't a racist, Twilight; you're socially awkward.  You're uncomfortable around Vida because you're uncomfortable around stallions because you spend all your time around books instead of ponies.  Seriously, Twilight, you should try that etiquette class I suggested; it will really teach you some social skills."

"I'm not racist?"

"No, you're just a dork," Rainbow Dash said.  

"Oh.  Being a dork is a lot better than being racist!"

"You like Big Macintosh well enough, sugar cube; just treat Vida the way you would him."

"Uh, I don't think I could treat Vida the same way I treat Big Macintosh," Twilight stated.

"Whyever not?" Rarity asked

Before she could answer, a hot, latin beat rolled across the party.  Vida shuffled out onto the dance floor, his hooves doing a complicated tango.  He twirled once for showmanship, then held out a hoof to Rarity.  The white unicorn gave a girlish squeal and spun out to meet him.

"That's why," Twilight said.  "I can't even picture Big Macintosh dancing."

"Actually, he used to be a pretty good clog dancer," Applejack said.  "But he kept breakin' floorboards so Granny made him stop."

"Yeah, clogdancing does not put him in Don de Fortuna's league."

Rarity and Vida spun across the dance floor, their hooves tracing complicated patterns on the grass.  If Twilight had tried dancing like that, she would have ended up braiding her legs together.  They spun, they twirled, a few times Vida even lifted Rarity, letting her legs and skirt swirl through the air.

"Applebloom ain't watchin' this too close, is she?" Applejack asked.  "I might need t' cover her eyes."

Twilight was forced to agree.  Even though they weren't touching each other anywhere questionable, the gentle stroke of hoof against shoulder and the look in their eyes . . .  Twilight really didn't have any experience with stallions . . . or jacks . . . or john mules or anything like that, but even she could tell that Vida and Rarity were dying to get each other alone.

As the music swelled, the donkey jack lifted Rarity onto his shoulder, then lifted her onto one hoof high in the air while spinning.  He made the whole thing look effortless.  They spun for a moment longer, then Vida let go.  The crowd gasped, but the Mexicoltian jack caught Rarity just before she hit the ground and lowered her gently to the grass.

The party goers stomped their hooves in thunderous applause.

"Woo-whee!  What a show!  Looks like all them dance classes paid off!" Applejack cried.

"I guess you'd have to train to learn how to dance like that!" Twilight said.

"Oh, Rarity has trained her whole life to be a lady," Fluttershy announced, creeping up behind them.  "Dance lessons, etiquette, elocution . . . she just couldn't  . . . well . . . it's not right."

"What are you talking about?" Twilight asked.

"Well, I don't think you've met Rarity's parents, but they're as middle class as they come.  Rarity seems high class, but that's all her.  It's all her own desire to be elegant and ladylike.  After she graduated from school she tried to make it in Canterlot, but . . . . well . . . um . . . she didn't have the pedigree."

"That's stupid," Rainbow Dash announced.  "Rarity's so hoity toity she . . . well, her name should be Hoity Toity!"

"I didn't say it was right, I was just . . . . you know . . . saying."

Twilight looked across the dance floor, where Don Vida de Fortuna was bringing Rarity a cup of punch.  The white unicorn was smiling beatifically, a flush on her cheeks that was more than the exertion of the dance.

"Then I think it's about time she landed a noble," Twilight announced.

"A noble?!" Applejack said.  "I thought he was just a rich businesscolt!"

"'Don' is a title, Applejack," Twilight said.  "It doesn't translate directly, but it's very similar to 'Lord'."

"Oh Wow!  'Lady Rarity!'  Well, there was never a more deservin' pony!" the palomino mare declared.

"Agreed!"

As Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Twilight Sparkle and Fluttershy watched, a strange stallion approached the pair from behind.  One of Vida's ears twitched backwards and he lashed out with a back hoof, catching the stranger in the foreleg.

Several ponies gasped, a few even cried out in shock and the strange stallion suddenly staggered.  He stumbled onto the dance floor where he sagged to the ground.  He looked almost  . . . sleepy.  Twilight couldn't help noticing that the stranger's cutie mark looked a bit Mexicoltian.  

"Don de Fortuna!  ¡Haga lo que digo y ella no será dañada!" A second strange stallion cried, catching Rarity around the neck with one foreleg.  

Twilight started forward, but stopped when she saw a sharp barb on the stranger's foreleg poised to prick Rarity's neck.  The end was slick with a black fluid; most likely poison.  A quick glance at the other stranger showed he was unconscious.  He had a similar metal barb on one foreleg, but Vida's kick had caused him to stick himself.

"I beg your pardon!" Rarity snapped.  "Unhand me, you ruffian!"

"Let her go!" Vida ordered.  "I am the one you want!"

"Vida, don't take another step!  You will take your hooves off of me this instant!"

"Quiet, puta! You should be afraid!" The strange pony said.

"Afraid?  Sir, I have faced down manticores, dragons, spoiled princes, forces of chaos, Nightmare Moon herself, swarms of parasprites, Poison Joke, Pinkie Pie's sense of humor, Applejack's sense of fashion, Canterlot high society and bad reviews!  What on earth makes you think I'd be afraid of you?!"

As she spoke, Rarity's horn began to glow.  The magic aura surrounded her shawl, which whipped off of her shoulders, tied the stranger's barbed foreleg to his own neck, then continued to wrap around his head, blinding him.  

He started to yell in Andalusian, then went quiet and slumped to the ground.  He must have pricked himself with the barb.  Vida galloped forward and clutched Rarity.  

"Mi corazon!  Are you all right?"

"Of all the nerve!  Vida, he messed up my mane!"

Somepony called for the guard.  Big Macintosh came over and dragged the two stallions together, then stood over them in case they came to before the guard arrived.

"What th' hay was that all about?!"  Applejack demanded.


Vida shrugged.

"Kidnappers," the jack said casually.  "Word must have gotten out that I was travelling fast and light."

"Why would anybody want to kidnap you?" Twilight asked.

"For money," Don de Fortuna said.  "Within Mexicolt, my family has enough connections to be safe, but outside  . . . well, all bets are off, as you say."

"Rarity, are you okay?" Fluttershy asked.

"No, I am not! That hamhoofed stallion messed up my mane!  I spent half an hour working on it!"

Vida smiled and nuzzled the white unicorn mare.

"Elegant, ladylike, and a force to be reckoned with.  I am so very much in love."
This just keeps growing . . . .

We get to meet Don de Fortuna, Twilight has a little freak out, as does Pinkie . . . . well, that's probably normal for Pinkie.

In my little headcanon, Mexicolt = Mexico but since they don't speak Mexican there, I'm equating Spanish with 'Andalusian' Just in case that confused anybody.

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Is applejack trying to hint that donkeys are big or realy good at it? XD