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// Day 1: Rarity 
// Story: Magical Mystery Cure (my take) 
// by Phazon_Corrupted_Unicorn 
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	Rarity awoke, a pounding pain in her head. She grumbled and started to rise to her hooves when she gasped and looked around. She'd been sleeping on the floor!! That was just unheard of! What was she doing on the floor and why wasn't she home? Then the memories of last night flooded back to her and she gasped, looking around at the four other mares in the room.
Her gasp caused the closest one, Applejack, to stir in her sleep. She blinked her eyes and stretched.
“What was that for, Rares?” she asked, her accent even thicker since she was tired. “Can't ya see Ah'm sleepin'?” she grumbled.
“Hmph! Ruffian! We just spent all night on the floor and now I'm tired and sore,” Rarity huffed, then turned to the door. She paused as Applejack snickered. “And what, pray tell is so funny?” she snapped.
“Nutin, nutin at all,” Applejack tried to hide her smile, but was failing.
“Hmph!” Rarity stuck her muzzle into the air and walked toward the door. She paused in front of it and waited. She stood there for several seconds, then gazed at the door and raised an eyebrow. “What is your problem, horn?” she muttered to herself as she scrunched up her face in concentration.
That was about when Applejack couldn't hold it in any longer. She burst out laughing in loud, guffaws as she watched Rarity concentrate. Rarity spun around and glared at Applejack, which only served to make her laugh louder.
The laughter awoke the other three mares from their sleep and each one stretched, then looked over at the cowpony and the fasionista.
“What's the matter Rarity? Can't open a door with your horn?” scoffed Twilight. This only served to direct Rarity's glare from Applejack to her.
“No, if you must know I can't seem to get my magic to work right now. It's probably because I spent the night on the floor. It really does do a number on my complexion,” Rarity snapped at the four mares.
“Well,” Rainbow Dash tried to hold in a snicker, “I guess you should look in a mirror then!”
Rarity blinked, then ran over to the window and stared at her reflection. She looked normal, but there was something missing, something important. She stared for several minutes as Applejack and Rainbow Dash tried to hide their laughter.
Then it hit her. There, in the middle of her flowing purple mane, was something missing. She gasped and reached a hoof up to rest on her forehead. The motion only caused Rainbow Dash to burst out in laughter at the sight.
“Oh my-” Rarity started.
“This is rich!!!” Rainbow Dash laughed, rolling on the ground. “Rarity doesn't have a horn!”
“Well, look's like ya'll are a regular earth pony today,” Applejack smirked at Rarity.
“Ooo, ooo! Look! Rarity isn't the only one that changed!” Pinkie Pie chimed in, bouncing up and down. Something fluttered behind her as she did, almost like feathers.
“What do you mean?” Twilight asked and Pinkie Pie just smiled wider. She pointed a hoof at each of the four mares.
“Twilight's been demystified.” Twilight gasped and felt her forehead with a hoof. “Rainbow Dash's been grounded!” Rainbow Dash gasped and spun around, staring at her back where her wings used to be. “Applejack's got a new head ornament!” Applejack raised a hoof to her head and felt something hard protruding from her forehead. “And Rarity's lost her magical touch!” Rarity glared at her, only causing Pinkie Pie to roll on the floor laughing.
“Well, I can't stand this! I'm going home!” Rarity shouted, then marched to the door. She yanked it open, she hated using her hooves for such a rudimentary task, and stomped out, slamming the door behind her.
She strutted down the street and arrived at her home, Carousel Boutique. She yanked open the door and, slamming it behind her, screamed as loud as she could. How could this happen to her? Out of all the possible things, this was the WORST POSSIBLE THING!!!! She leaned back and expected to feel her couch beneath her, but she landed on the floor, causing another frustrated scream.
“Sister?” a voice came from upstairs and Rarity let out an un-ladylike curse. She’d forgotten that she was foalsitting Sweetie Belle for the week! She heard hoofsteps coming down the stairs and she sat up, looking around for something to cover her lack of a horn.
No sooner had Sweetie Belle walked around the corner and into the main room of the Boutique than Rarity slammed a wide-brimmed hat onto her head.
“Sister, what was all the screaming for?” Sweetie Belle asked, raising an eyebrow at Rarity’s choice of headwear.
“Um,” Rarity looked around quickly, trying to come up with some excuse, “I was, um, just trying out a junglepony’s cry. Yeah! Jungle prints are going to be all the rage soon and I was trying to get into the mood before I started to design.” She gave a half-hearted laugh that sounded more nervous than anything else.
Sweetie Belle continued to look at her like she’d gone crazy, then slowly turned and walked out of the room. “Alright, as long as you’re not going to break down and do anything crazy.”
Rarity sighed, plopping down on her hindquarters. She sat there for a few minutes, then stood up and strode into her Inspiration room. She trotted over to her drawing board and sat there for a few seconds before mentally face hoofing herself. She didn’t have magic and so she couldn’t pull a piece of paper from her supplies, or her quills, or her glasses, or even pull any material down from her shelves. She sighed again, then walked over to her sewing machine and picked up her glasses, placing them on the bridge of her nose. She groaned at the long day ahead of her as she pulled out a quill and paper from her supplies with her mouth and placed them on her drawing board. She picked up the quill and, dipping it in ink, started to draw.

Rarity gave a muffled scream of frustration. She’d been at the drawing stage for an hour now and her drawing didn’t look much better than a foal’s school picture! The lines weren’t nearly as neat, the designs too blurred to make out many details, and the shape left much to be desired. She shook her head and let it fall onto the desk. Why did this have to happen to her? Why did she have to lose her horn, the one thing that she used most of all?
She sighed as she straightened up. She had the basic idea in mind, so she could start on sewing the fabric together. She just couldn’t do some of the details like she wanted. She moved over to the sewing machine and pulled some fabric along the table. She pressed down on the pedal and started to sew, keeping in mind the basic design.
She worked like that for several minutes, sometimes stopping and getting some other tool to help her. Each time she did, she grew more frustrated with herself and her friends. Why did Twilight insist on trying out a spell that she didn’t know the results of? It truly boggled her mind and she just couldn’t get it out of her mind.
She finally stopped sewing, letting out a cry of frustration, then marched to the door of the room.
“Sweetie Belle? Could you come here for a minute? I have a favor to ask you!” she called down the hall toward her sister’s room. She didn’t have to wait long before Sweetie Belle poked her head out her bedroom door and stared at her. She eased out of the room, cautious.
“Alright, who are you and what did you do with my sister?” she asked.
“Oh posh!” Rarity responded, “nothing’s happened to me. I just want your help.” Rarity had resigned herself to asking Sweetie Belle for help, figuring that it wouldn’t make her any more behind on her ideas than she would be by herself.
Sweetie Belle froze. “Alright, now I know there’s something wrong with you. First thing, my sister doesn’t ask for my help, and second she doesn’t wear hats in a building, especially in her shop.”
Rarity looked at her, a bit sheepish, then she motioned Sweetie Belle inside the room. Sweetie Belle gasped at the many different fabrics and materials in the room.
“Wow! This is where you do all your thinking?” she whispered in reverence. Rarity nodded, then closed the door behind the two of them.
“Sweetie Belle, I need your help with my work.” The statement caused Sweetie Belle’s jaw to drop in surprise.
“But why? You’ve never needed my help before, why now?” she asked.
Rarity sighed, then looked around to make sure nopony was listening, then she drew close to Sweetie Belle.
“What I’m about to show you, you can’t tell anypony.” Sweetie Belle nodded, but it still didn’t deter Rarity’s glare. “Pinkie Promise,” she stated.
Sweetie Belle sighed. “Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye,” she stated, doing the motions.
Rarity gulped, then lifted a hoof up to the brim of her hat and pulled it slowly off her head, letting it fall to the ground. Sweetie Belle gasped as she saw what had been hidden by the hat, or rather what hadn’t been hidden.
“What happened to your horn?” she whispered.
“Well, it’s like this.” Rarity sat down on the ground and pulled Sweetie Belle close as she started to explain.

Several minutes later, Rarity finished her story. Sweetie Belle stood there, mouth agape.
“You’re telling me that Twilight has that much magic in her to take away a unicorn’s horn?” the idea seemed to shock her. Rarity nodded. “And so you want my help with making dresses?” she asked skeptically. Rarity nodded again. Sweetie Belle gave a small yelp for joy, then started to zoom around the room. Rarity sighed, then held up a hoof.
“If you’re going to help me, you need to listen to exactly what I say. Everything in here has a specific place and things can easily get messed up if we’re not careful, ok?” Sweetie Belle nodded, her enthusiasm settling down for now. “Alright! Let’s get to work!”

Over the next several hours, Rarity’s Inspiration room was a buzz of activity. Rarity would be at the sewing machine, hard at work, while Sweetie Belle ran around the room with her boundless energy gathering up the necessary materials. Together they spent time, working and enjoying their day. Sweetie Belle started telling Rarity what was happening at school and with the Crusaders, listing off several of their most recent attempts at getting their cutie marks. Rarity passed the time by explaining the finer points of dressmaking, she was astonished at how much Sweetie Belle remembered and paid attention. Now she knew why her grades were so good.
Rarity happened to look up at the clock and she gasped, causing Sweetie Belle to drop the pincushion she was currently holding in her mouth. She quickly ran to the door.
“Sorry, Sweetie Belle, but I must be getting to the spa. I forgot about my spa date with Fluttershy!” Rarity was such a blur that Sweetie Belle could hardly believe that she could move that fast.

Rarity ran out of the Boutique and toward the spa. She was late, much later than she’d ever been before and she needed to make it up to Fluttershy! She paused a few hooves from the door of the spa as she saw somepony that had a butter yellow coat walk away from her.
“Flut-“ she started to say, but stopped when she saw that the pony wasn’t her friend Fluttershy, but an earth pony. She sighed as she stepped into the spa and saw Aloe and Lotus sitting there. She smiled at them, then frowned.
“Is Fluttershy here?” she asked, but her face fell as the two spa ponies shook their heads. She just gestured for the usual and followed Aloe into the sauna.
It was going to be a lonely spa date.

Rarity trotted out of the spa. It had been quite relaxing, but she’d missed having Fluttershy to talk to. She walked into the Boutique, her head hanging, and she caught sight of Sweetie Belle, asleep on the floor. She smiled at the sight, then picked her up on her back and headed upstairs to her bedroom. The day hadn’t gone exactly how she’d wanted it, Rarity thought as she laid Sweetie Belle on her bed and tucked her in. But at the end of it, she was glad that she’d spent time with Sweetie Belle, and particularly that she’d gotten things done.
At the beginning of the day, she thought that everything would be ruined. But, as Rarity turned out the lights and closed the door, she was glad for the help her sister had given her. Tomorrow would bring a whole new batch of troubles, but right now she was just happy to have a sister.
Rarity walked into her room and tossed herself onto the bed, sinking into the soft downy quilt, and let herself be pulled away from her troubles and into dreamland.