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// Chapter 23: Boutique 
// Story: Derpy Deeds (Done Dirt Cheap!) 
// by Unwhole Hole 
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She did swell up. Badly. 
Interestingly, though, Flim and Flam did bring her to where she had intended to go. Woozy and slightly confused from the venom, she hardly noticed that they had also stolen her wallet and necklace. Both of the twins were nowhere to be found, and Spoiled assumed they had abandoned her. Just as every pony eventually did. 
She rose from a heap on the doorstep of a newly constructed building in the center of town. Built on prime real estate, too. It was called ‘Carousel Boutique’, and of course Spoiled had never been there. The designer was a local, and therefore a rube that would never amount to anything more than making basic clothes out of flour sacks. Spoiled only got her clothing from real designers. Specifically with a successful young mare heading the Polomare brand. A mare who was an earth-pony and not a filthy unicorn, as the owner of Carousel Boutique supposedly was. Very, very filthy.  
Yet desperate times called for desperate measures. Spoiled forced herself to enter the yokel establishment. Immediately, she was faced with a sight that she was not at all expecting.
The boutique was filled with ponies. Specifically, white unicorns, members of the Royal Guard who had come for some reason or another to Ponyville. In fact, it was well over ninety percent of Shining Armor’s forces, although Spoiled did not know this. 
Most of the Royal Guard (perfect white unicorns, custom bred in Celestia’s personal stables to be as manly and handsome as possible, their bodies glistening with sweat and scented with a combination of vanilla and the strange muffiny scent of their golden armor) were assembled into a large pile. On top of it sat a white unicorn who (and Spoiled would not have thought it was possible) was even more white and perfect than any of them. Although she was still just a filly, she sat proud on a throne of stallions, with one feeding her grapes while a small group polished her hooves and several took turns filing her horn. 
“What is this?!” exclaimed Spoiled Rich.
“Exactly what it looks like,” said the filly-mare. “These stallions are such dears, aren’t they! Although of course I AM an all-white unicorn, the most cherished and beloved type of pony. And oh my, you’re puffy. You look like you got bitten by a very large spider.”
Rarity clapped her hooves, and the pile of stallion shifted. She was pushed forward and slowly placed on her feet. She gave the pile a winning smile. “Thank you, dears.”
“Your welcome, Miss Rarity,” they said in unison.
“Are you serious?” asked Spoiled. “That is NOT your name.”
“Yes it is!” whined Rarity. She stamped one hoof. “I had it legally changed!”
“I don’t care. You make clothes?” 
“Does Big Macintosh snuggle sheep? Of course I make clothes. Hence the boutique.” She smiled and stretched out a rear leg toward her admiring pile of Royal Guards. “Of course, I very, very rarely wear clothes myself…I prefer by far to just wear some perfume…”  
The crowd howled and cheered- -until Spoiled gave them a look that fully counteracted Rarity’s flirtatiousness, and with great effect. 
“I need shoes.”
“I also make shoes, yes. And frankly pink is a terrible color, so it’s probably better you cover as much of yourself as possible.”
“Excuse me- -”
“Darling, I only state the facts. It may be brutal but it works. Just as teal was a nice choice, bottomless is so…uncouth.” 
Spoiled blushed angrily. “I need you to make a set of concrete shoes.”
Rarity raised an eyebrow. “Concrete?”
“Do you have a problem with that?”
“Well, it’s just that concrete is so…last season. If you want a set of boots…” Her horn ignited, and a curtain moved in front of her. After only a second, it shifted past, and now Rarity stood in the center of the floor wearing black boots covered in buckles that reached nearly to her shoulders and hips, worn over striped socks. Her makeup had also been changed to be heavy and dark. “Goth is the fashion right now.” She struck a pose, and several of the Royal Guard fainted. 
“Are you joking?”
“Hmm…yes, I admit, it’s a bit gloomy. And just the boots may be too provocative. And because of your advanced age, something a bit more mature would probably be more appropriate.”
“I’m not mature!” 
“It’s not a bad thing! It just means I’ll need more fabric!” 
Spoiled was turning crimson at this point. “They’re not for me,” she said through gritted teeth. “They’re for…a…friend.”
“Oh. Well. I’d hate to see your friend dressed in something so unfashionable.”
“You can’t refuse me. I’m the customer. I can drive you out of business- -”
Rarity smirked. “No you can’t. This is all financed through the bank. Which you don’t own.”
“I hold the only account worth mentioning- -”
“No. Your husband holds the SECOND largest account. By far. I know, because I made the manager’s suit. And I…well…made him talk. Because you can never have too much information in this business, can you?” 
Spoiled Rich sputtered. “I’M SPOILED RICH!”
“Yes. It’s quite apparent.” Rarity sighed. “Regardless, yes. I’d hate to have you leave a bad review of my service. I can make you a pair of shoes. For five hundred bits.”
“FIVE HUNDRED- -”
“Well, if you can’t pay we can work something out- -”
Spoiled sputtered.  “Of course I can pay! That much money doesn’t mean a thing to me!”
“Well, then.” Rarity smiled. “I’ll be on it right away. My knights!” She clapped her hooves together. The Royal Guard swarmed around her. “To my bedroom!”
They immediately carried her away, and Spoiled fled. She assumed that Rarity’s workroom was in her apartment on top of her boutique, but she was not sure about that, and did not want to be around if she was wrong.