Rarity, wearing a black cloak, ran through the alleys of Ponyville. It was late, and no pony had any business being outside at that hour. Yet, it was a necessity for the fashion pony. How else could she gather the necessary material for Fleur’s scarf. It required pitch black darkness, and stealth. Fortunately, Rarity had both. And, magic.
Her target was close. The home-town musician Lyra Heartstrings. Her fur was exactly the colour needed. Luckily, the unicorn was walking alone. She hummed a tune unfamiliar to Rarity, yet it was beautiful. Rarity sighed, and apologized for what she was about to do. Hopefully, Celestia, and Lyra, would forgive her. She lit her horn, and fired a sleeping spell. Rarity watched as fast moving Z’s contacted Lyra’s skull. She instantly passed out. This was Rarity’s chance.
Rarity ran towards the unnconsious Lyra. She reached into her saddle bag, and brought out a bag ,and scissors. All ready was Lyra stirring up. It wasn’t that the spell, or Rarity, was weak. It was just that Unicorn magic naturally fought any outside source, therefore, making outside magic wear off quicker. Raity had to cut fast, but she made sure Lyra's fur was evenly cut. It was like she was giving Lyra a fur cut.
“Ugh…what happened…who’s there?” Lyra said, starting to wake up.
Rarity knew her time was up. She cut a few more strands before packing up ,and running away. Lyra gained full consciousness a few moments later. She didn’t know what had happened, but defiantly felt a breeze. She simply shrugged off the situation, and continued home.
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Making a scarf wasn’t hard for Rarity. She made them all the time as a filly, yet this time she was using a different material- pony fur. Before anything, she had to spin it into thread. Luckily, Lyra kept her fur well maintained, so it was easier to do. When she finished the tedious process, she began to sew. She sewed for the rest of the night making the scarf was perfect for Fleur. As soon as she was finished, and happy with her product, Rarity wrapped it in a box, and gave it to Derpy who would deliver it to Fleur personally.
“Another job done…” Rarity though to herself, “Just remember, the end justify means.”
For the rest of the day, Rarity rested. Of course, she didn’t close the shop, but she would wait till the next day to start working on the orders. What shocked her was when Lyra came into her shop looking for a jacket. She told Rarity that many ponies were giving her compliments on her new cut, but she didn’t even remember getting it. By her words, “It was a nice cut, but left the wind some room to play." After minutes of awkward shopping, Lyra chose a jacket, and left. It match her fur colour, and allowed her to move while playing the lyre.
Deciding to close her shop, the white unicorn locked the doors, and headed upstairs to her room, and was shocked when a letter was nailed to her door.
“Dearest Rarity,
They love the scarf! Of course I told them I got it from the Famous Carousel Boutique. You can expect a hoard of customers and orders to come your way. I told you that if you help me, I’ll help you. “Lol” The young fillies are using that term that. I have to stay in the loop you know. Anyway, another reason I contacted you is because I need a dress…a red dress. One that flows. I’m attending a ball, and my fans want to see more of your “mystery” material. I need it in two weeks.
All yours,
Fleur Dis Lee
P.s Enjoy the extra bits in your bank account.