Lil miss Rarity

Throughout the segment, she is depicted as a masochistic pony who kills animals in order to use their remains to create dolls that would love their "Mommy". She also displays a murderous side while doing her masochistic experiments, as she tortures Sweetie Belle and almost murders Twilight Sparkle. She also tries to hide her obssession by covering it up with excuses.

However, she later gets scared when visions of her past come upon her and the Pinkamena doll she created starts to come to life and stalk her, eventually calling out for her to come down with her in a mysterious hole despite the protests of Sweetie Belle, later resulting in her arrest.

Rarity is first seen in a dungeon, chained up and understanding her crimes, despite not causing any harm to anyone but herself. It is speculated that Sweetie Belle revealed the truth to the equestrian guards, as Rarity made her a victim in this crime too.

Earlier before her arrest, an incident with her cat Opal eventually becomes a new obsession for masochism, as she murders her own cat with pleasure and entertainment and uses her remains to craft a doll that would share the name from a lost friend that was obsessed in causing harm to others, Pinkamena, as well as an obsession for self-harm. Later, she restrains her own little sister Sweetie Belle and attempt to murder her, but was interrupted by Twilight Sparkle. Not allowing her to see what she was doing, she assaults her with a sewing machine and nearly kills her, but Twilight manages to survive. Rarity then manages to use an excuse involving a pony breaking inside her own store so Twilight wouldn't see what she was doing to her little sister. Twilight then accepts the excuse, which fortunately saves Rarity from being exposed and arrested for masochism.

She later notices that Sweetie Belle is pleased with masochism just like her. After hours of entertaining physical abuse and using excuses to hide her actions from every pony, she is arrested and put inside a dungeon by the military, as the General later beats her up at night as punishment for what she had done. She was then surprisingly brought back to her own home, having slept for hours and not noticing what was going on around her. She was watched by many ponies during her slumber and saw her every move.

Eventually, her own camera would follow her around and stalk her and Sweetie Belle later shows her pleasure of masochism that her older sister gave her, finding a knife inside her desk.

She doesn't have any changes from her mainstream counterpart, but she later has scratch marks on her face.

Rarity is the titular villainous main protagonist of the My Little Pony fanfiction Lil Miss Rarity.

She is a version of Rarity depicted as a masochistic and obsessed pony who crafts a doll named Pinkamena with the remains of her beloved cat Opal after killing her for 'being naughty', in order to have it as her only friend, calling herself "Mommy". However, what she would create would be her biggest mistake as she would be arrested for masochism.

It had come to this and while it may have been a shock she could easily say she hadn't seen it coming. Restrained like so many times before Rarity found herself this time restrained in an honest-to-Celestia dungeon. Celestia's dungeon in particular to put that extra bit of insult on it. While she hadn't seen this coming she understood why she was here; she'd done things. Terrible things. She had never intended to harm anyone (aside from herself just a bit). But her actions had put her in the sights of the law and now she would have to answer for her crimes.

Perhaps she could have blamed Sweetie Bell for having somehow divulged the information over to the equestrian guards but she couldn't hold her beloved sister accountable. Rarity had made her a victim in this too in a sense. Her obsession beginning after an incident with her beloved cat Opal had left Rarity with several scratch marks along her face. In the instant Opal had lashed out Rarity had overreacted and... threw and killed Opal against a wall. The event had left Rarity with confused emotions, most unsurprising sadness and the loss of her precious pet. But also with a strange satisfaction, a reward in the pain she'd felt when Opal had attacked her. It had been amazing and pleasurable and painful all at once.

Rarity shortly thereafter began to document her affairs in exploring these emotions with her camera. Her sleepless nights combining with her sharing of her current state with the camera and sewing to calm herself. But instead of her dresses and normal workload Rarity began to craft a doll. She named it Pinkamena after her lost friend who was apparently dealing with her own confused mind and emotions somewhere Rarity and her circle of friends were unable to find her. She knew Pinkie Pie had found a fascination in causing harm to others, and Rarity was finding a fascination in causing harm to herself. The two things seemed to fit perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle. So she crafted herself a doll, a little one to love her "Mommy." She gave the Pinkamena doll Opal's heart, and used parts of Opal's hide to craft the doll when she ran out of her original material. Her Pinkamena came out exactly as she had envisioned and with it's heart could share her love with her Mommy.

It was from there things began to escalate quickly. Rarity began to experiment with her new found masochistic side and her exploration turned her once confusing emotions into an obsession. She began to love pain and the pleasure that followed. Hiding away inside of her home she only left when she required supplies that Sweetie Bell couldn't collect for her. All the while during her games of bondage and self-punishment she recorded and shared her exploits with her camera. Her fellow seamstress friend Velvet even acquired for Rarity a few personal outfits and toys of an adult nature. She wasn't just growing fond of hurting herself for the sexual thrill, she was becoming an expert in it.

Perhaps it was her nature that eventually lead to this downfall. Rarity always loved to share her fortunes with others. Who better to share this pleasure with than her beloved little sister? Or perhaps that was her line of thinking, it was honestly hard to tell. She recorded the event as she restrained Sweetie Bell, blindfolding the filly... and took a knife to her flawless skin. She screamed of course, but that wasn't what stopped Rarity. It was the intrusion by her friend Twilight. Whatever Rarity was thinking at that time snapped her back to reality as she knew she couldn't allow Twilight to see. She'd never understand. So... Rarity assaulted Twilight by using her magic to knock her out with her sewing machine. That night resulting with two important ponies in her life on the floor of her home in their own blood. Thank Celestia they survived.

Unsurprisingly Rarity was able to convince Twilight that somepony had broken into the store to rob it and attacked them in the process. With this excuse accepted Rarity was able to hide her actions for a while longer, at least towards Sweetie Bell. However her sister was the most surprising of all as she eventually took to enjoying masochism as much as Rarity. The sisters now with so much in common were able to share this pleasure, with Sweetie's experiments being a bit more restrained than Rarity's own. But even with the two of them still so close with their new found joy in pain the back of Rarity's mind always begged the question; "Why did you force this upon your sister?" She never had a real answer.

After much more enjoyable physical abuse, excuses for her behavior to every single one of her friends, taking a knife to one of her own orifices, and giving herself to Blueblood of all stallions for the sexual thrill Rarity was finally reaping the seeds she sown. The military had drug her out of her bed, out of her home and strapped her to the wall of the dungeon like a common criminal. The general hated her, she could see it in his eyes. And when he visited her that same night and beat her with the crop to work out what ever was wrong with his own fucked up emotional state Rarity took it. She deserved it... the punishment for her crimes. It didn't stop her from revealing in the orgasm from the pain though.

All of this may have been a fate Rarity could have accepted aside from a few problems. The first being her camera as it had never stopped recording her. When Rarity had apparently suffered severe wounds from what she could only figure was excessive abuse from her hobby the camera was there. When she was in the hospital the camera was there. Now in Celestia's dungeon it sat there as well, recording as it always had. She hadn't set it up... had she ever set it up? If she did she couldn't remember having done it, just that she accepted she did and would begin to document her fun. But now the demon camera wouldn't leave her in peace. So with her body beaten, freshly bloodied and her hind legs stained with the climax of her punishment she tried to escape the only way left to her. She closed her eyes, and she slept.

Hours must have passed because Rarity had fallen into a deep slumber and she was no longer aware of exactly what was happening around her. She thought she heard a noise and stirred a bit from her sleep, opening her eyes. She expected General Too Good To Give Her A Fucking Brush For Her Mane again, but that wasn't the case.

"Wait... where... where am I?" Rarity lifted her head and was surprised to find she was lifting it from a pillow. Her legs no longer chained and holding her up against a wall. A dreary dungeon no longer surrounding her. Instead she was under the sheets of her own bed, in her own bedroom. Rarity looked about in amazement. "How did I get back home?" She slowly slid out of bed and stretched her body, looking it over. She ran a hoof over herself feeling the cuts on her face that never seemed to heal properly. The burned in branded marks along the front of her chest in the shape of a heart. Her old wounds that she'd never fully healed that were all self inflicted, but nothing new. "Was it all a dream?"

Rarity looked around the room before noticing one thing that wasn't uncommon but still disturbing. "Oh, you're still here. Enjoying Mommy's suffering?" She spoke to the camera that had a talent for setting itself up. On a tripod in her bedroom it had been facing her while she was sleeping. Some ponies were watching her while she slept and even though her exploits on film so far had left little for her to hide she still felt violated knowing they saw her every move. "Well you can just stay up here then in my room, all you naughty ponies. Mommy has work to do." Rarity turned her back on the camera and started towards the stairs. There wasn't any light coming from behind the window shades but Rarity figured it must have still been night time. She didn't mind working late in the evening or early morning if it could help her take her mind off the intrusive camera and the nightmare of being taken away from her home and family.

As she proceeded down stairs something began to register with her that not everything was as it should be. She walked past the wash room for her clothing and into the kitchen noticing a very dim, consistent light in the building. Small candles were lit just about everywhere but none of the lamps in her house were. Providing a mood lighting that Rarity would have normally enjoyed if she was spending an evening with somepony privately or even to enjoy herself. But she didn't recall ever setting this up or even owning this many candles. "Did somepony bring me home and do all this?" She asked aloud but it was just as much for herself as it was to test and see if somepony was in the building with her. Proceeding cautiously Rarity walked through her kitchen and into the show room of her boutique.

It was all the same so far. Her house was neat and tidy as she'd kept it and those same candles were everywhere. Rarity felt a bit paranoid knowing so much open flame was in her store. One unreliable candle could burn the whole place down. "Maybe I should put them out?" She could always light her normal and much more safe lamps. But who'd gone to all of this trouble? Heading into the middle of the show room Rarity finally made eye contact with somepony, but it didn't help any of her questions. "Pinkamena?"

The doll was laying in the front door way of her boutique, the door halfway open as if it had been shut on the doll previously. Rarity started to rush over to her prized possession with urgency, to get her back with her mommy but Pinkamena was suddenly drug outside by an unseen force. The door slamming shut loudly once she was clear. Rarity stopped in her tracks, staring at the door. She didn't understand what was happening but somepony was going to a lot of trouble to make her distressed. She wanted to collapse on her couch and just cry a bit but frankly she was too afraid for her dramatics. Slowly turning Rarity saw the second thing that was filling her with dread.

The camera was downstairs. It had followed her.

"This... this must be very entertaining for all of you. Isn't it?" She spoke to the camera trying to hide her lingering fear. "Well I'll have you know Mommy isn't here for your entertainment! Now you leave her alone while she goes to retrieve poor Pinkamena from whoever has stolen her away." She turned her back on the camera and took a moment to look back once more just to be sure it was really there. It continued to film uncaring, as real as it could be. Rarity took in a deep breath and put her hoof on the door handle. "Steady now Rarity, you're stronger than this." She turned the handle and opened the door, facing her fear of not only the unknown intruder that broke into her home but also of the world's judgement once more.

"Oh, you're finally up. Well I suppose if you needed your beauty sleep that's understandable." The haughty male voice that greeted Rarity was the biggest mind bender of them all at this point. She stared in disbelief at the blue eyes of the white unicorn at her door.

"Blue... Blueblood! What are you doing here!" She began to look around to see if anyone else was outside with him but no one appeared. Nor was Pinkamina present.

"Well I'm not enjoying myself but as for why I'm here I was waiting for you to finally pull yourself out from the nest you built inside of this hovel of yours. Not badly decorated for such a quaint little shack I suppose." Generally Rarity would be ready to meet the insufferable yet infuriatingly sexy stallion with insults of her own to his person. But the trauma of everything around her was just too much to be on her game today for banter.

"Blueblood there was a... a doll that was laying in the doorway before I came outside. Somepony dragged it out, did you..."

"Well we should get started." Blueblood interrupted her and started walking down the street away from Rarity, leaving the mare standing in disbelief at his rudeness. He was never that well mannered but he at least had a code of conduct for social behavior. Rarity grit her teeth at his audacity and followed along but it was to give him an earful over actually accompanying him.

"I was asking you a question! It was an important one and you ignored it! Are you even listening to me you brute?" Blueblood gave her the raised eyebrow of feigned interest and never stopped walking.

"Oh I can hear you, who couldn't with the way you prattle on. But I have no intent of staying in this ghastly village a second longer than I have to so if we can get a move on?" Rarity was fuming and prepared to go into a storm of complaints against his behavior and observations of his poor character but was losing her steam as she observed the street around them. It must have been very late because the lanterns were lit in the village and not a single pony was anywhere outside. That wasn't what bothered Rarity though, it was where the light in the street was coming from.

"Where is the moon?" Rarity asked Blueblood as she looked at the sky, the lack of celestial beings giving her panic. Luna always rose the moon at night. Rarity stopped walking and so did Blueblood as he turned to watch her. "Where are the stars?" Black. The entire sky was pitch black like someone had thrown a tarp over the earth. She'd never seen something so unnaturally dreadful before. It was against the very way of the world's natural order. The only light in all of the village and from as far as Rarity could see was the lamps in the street that illuminated Blueblood and herself.

"We shouldn't waste time." His voice was more serious than Rarity would normally hear from him and it scared her a bit.

"Blueblood... did you take my doll? Were you the one that took Pinkamena out of my house?" Rarity felt her legs trembling and she fought as hard as she could not to look weak in front of him.

"Aren't you a little old to be playing with dolls?" He was making fun of her again but it was oddly comforting to hear him behave normally in this insane, silent and black world.

"That's not your concern. I need her back and she was taken out the front door. The door you were standing by." Blueblood tossed his mane disinterested in her questions.

"I don't have your Pinata Mia or whatever you called it. Lets get going."

"Blueblood... is there a camera behind me?" Rarity couldn't help her voice from breaking when she asked that question, too afraid to look back at what might be there. Blueblood just stared at her and then turned, walking down the street. After a short while Rarity complied and followed him. It was better than being alone in this world.

She didn't understand what was going on but really he was the only individual she'd seen at all and one that knew her so there was little room to disagree. Rarity looked around as they walked, recognizing a few of the buildings but not sure where they would have to be in such a hurry. Maybe something had happened that made the sky black and they were taking shelter at Twilight's library. She should suggest they go by her parents house and make sure they're safe. As well as check on Sweetie Bell.

Her eye caught what she thought was movement and she strayed from the road. Blueblood stopped to look back at her as Rarity tried to adjust her eyes well enough to see. "I think that's the school house... wait." There was something by the door. It was moving ever so slowly, a body? No... a doll. "Pinkamena!" Whoever had taken her away was walking into the school house, dragging Pinkamena behind them. Rarity raced forward determined to catch the kidnapper. Blueblood didn't argue and that was fine as she wouldn't have listened anyway. Rarity got to the door of the building as it shut and she used her magic to swing it open, charging inside. "I have you... now?"

The school house was completely empty of anypony. Pinkamena wasn't present, her kidnapper wasn't present, nopony was. However the lamps inside the building were all lit and the lighting was much brighter than had been inside her home or outside. She wondered if maybe the thief was hiding and began to search around the room. She walked carefully amongst the desks seeking out some clue as to where they could have possibly ran to. Her search didn't help her find her target but she did discover something interesting. "Is this Sweetie Bell's desk?"

It had a picture sitting on top that warmed Rarity's heart. In crayon it depicted herself, her parents and Sweetie Bell all drawn together. They were in a field or on some hill top with a smiling sun and a tree. Things like these allowed her to still feel sane despite everything that had gone on in her life. Rarity picked the picture up in her hoof but noticed something odd about it when she did. As the paper folded it revealed cuts in the picture. There were slices in different directions all through the paper concentrated in one place; over Sweetie Bell. Rarity picked the picture up in her hoof but noticed something odd about it when she did. As the paper folded it revealed cuts in the picture. There were slices in different directions all through the paper concentrated in one place; over Sweetie Bell. Rarity stared for a while in confusion. "Why... why would she do that?" Compelled by the strange finding she opened Sweetie's desk up to discover a knife inside, looking at it horrified. "Oh no... please say you didn't little sister..." Almost against her will her mind began flashing back. "You make me feel good, Sis." Sweetie Bell confessed snuggling up to her older sister. Rarity used her magic to set the crop aside, making time to cuddle up to her darling little sis. She enjoyed this dearly, feeling so close to someone she loved. The fact Sweetie Bell had accepted Rarity's changes in personality so openly filled her with joy. "I just hope no one at school asks about it." Her behind was red from the repeated beatings Rarity had given her, not enough to leave any permanent marks or scarring but enough to satisfy them both. Since the... first time they played together Rarity had been increasingly more controlled with her fun with Sweetie. "You can just tell them I had a bit of a temper tantrum and took it out on you, if you like." Sweetie Bell cuddled Rarity further and she used her magic to pull the covers over them both. "It's not too far from the truth after all." Rarity laughed a little and Sweetie Bell smiled, but it dropped soon after.

"Rarity, how come you don't use the same toys on me that you do for yourself?" Rarity gulped a little thinking on that question. Why didn't she? The first time she'd taken a knife to Sweetie Bell's chest similar to how she'd done on herself. Sweetie enjoyed it in the end but Rarity had been fearful of leaving a scar. Especially after Twilight almost walked in on the two of them together. She didn't even understand why she'd gone to such lengths and extremes for Sweetie's first time. She just felt an overwhelming desire to do so. To include her sister.

"Oh when you're older Sweetie you can use the same things that Big Sis uses. But until then these are the toys a filly your age should play with." The words felt fake even in her own mouth but they came out sweet as honey. The toys a filly her age should use? Should fillies even be thinking of such things at this age? Rarity couldn't answer it. She just knew that during their games and all the parts after she felt so good. Sweetie had even taken to carrying Pinkamena around the house with her and was a sweet sight indeed.

"Okay. Um... I don't know if my friends are going to want to play over here anymore though." Yet something else Rarity had done without really considering the consequences. After introducing Sweetie to more adult games she in turn had encouraged her friends to play along as well. It had seem innocent enough... mostly. The girls weren't taking things too far other than kissing (although she was sure Scootaloo had done a bit of touching) but to be safe she'd asked them to promise not to tell anyone. "I don't think Applebloom likes keeping things from her sister."

"Yes, I suppose she wouldn't. She's almost as close with Applejack as we are."

"Not even! No one can be better sisters than us!" Sweetie stated it proudly and Rarity hugged her tighter.

"We are apple pie."

"Almost, we just have to be cut into slices first." Sweetie bell grinned and Rarity felt a small tingle between her legs at the thought. She squashed it though, they both needed their rest.

Rarity blinked as what felt like a vision of her past had gone by. She remembered that night, like so many since this had become her life. Funny enough Sweetie Bell had possibly become the best part of her change in personality. Their bond as sisters made stronger through... their fellow passion for masochism. Something that Rarity had forced onto her. She looked at the knife in her hoof, and looked up at the front of the classroom.

The camera was there, watching as it always did.

"... this ...this is the knife I used on my sister. To cut her for the first time. The day I assaulted my friend Twilight with my sewing machine." She didn't know why she was explaining this to the horrible demon camera but felt the urge to do so with it upon her again. "I can recognize it by the handle color, a deep blue. That night I threw the knife away, it was out of fear of Twilight discovering it and somehow realizing what had happened. I guess Sweetie Bell must have stolen it. I just hope she didn't use it on her friends... or herself." Rarity stared at the knife for a while then back at the camera.

"I did this, didn't I? Caused this all to happen. For my sister to get wrapped up in my insane desires, in turn pushing this upon her friends and forcing them to keep it quiet. I don't even know if she really enjoyed it. What if... what if it wasn't like me at all? What if she just hurt herself to be closer to her sister? To be... just like her big sister that loved her and she looked up to?" She felt a tear fall from her face. She couldn't even remember what she was thinking that day she first took this knife to Sweetie Bell's flesh. It had something to do with Pinkamena...

"I guess that doesn't matter right now." She couldn't be seen walking around with a knife and had no place to store one. Putting it back for now Rarity folded up the picture and put it in her mane for safe keeping. She felt better with it close by. Exiting the building she discovered Blueblood waiting outside for her and unsurprisingly he seemed to care little for having to do so.

"Well was there a point to running off like that?" He asked accusingly and Rarity wasn't able to meet his eyes. Her thoughts were on other matters at the moment. "Regardless, lets move forward shall we?" He turned to proceeding back down the street, Rarity close behind. Her mind was a torrent of uncertainty with the discovery at the school house. She was questioning a lot of things.

They didn't travel far before Rarity was confronted by another strange sight. Between two of the homes on the street, just visible by the light of the lanterns was Pinkamina, her doll. She was laying upon the ground and looking right out into the street where her and Blueblood were walking. She stopped suddenly and the doll was once again dragged away by an unseen individual. Rarity spoke up but tried to keep her voice a whisper. "Blueblood! Stop a moment."

"What? You're not planning to run off again are you?" Rarity took careful steps towards the area Pinkamena had been drug into.

"Did you see it? My doll was pulled through there." Blueblood looked at her quite annoyed she was bothering him with this and sighed, searching the area with his eyes.

"I don't see anything. This doll obsession is quite unbecoming of a lady. Even one of your standing. Don't you think you're better off leaving it behind?" Rarity ignored him as he was proving no help and carefully sneaked into the alley between the homes. She followed along and came out the other side, seeing a door shut slowly to a building in the distance. Not wanting to repeat her same mistake Rarity carefully approached this time, no longer concerned if Blueblood was following her. She couldn't help feeling she knew this building though.

Turning the handle carefully she walked in and searched the room, surprised at what she found. "Wait a minute, I do know this building. This is The Crop!" Rarity looked around in disbelief. She'd walked into the middle of the adult clothing and accessory store that was run by her friend and fellow seamstress Velvet. It just blew her away that she didn't recognize it sooner. Walking inside the door swung close behind her and Rarity started searching anew for Pinkamena. But now there was the possibility of help. "Velvet, are you here! Are you okay?" With the sky going unnaturally dark outside she didn't know what the condition of the other ponies in town was. "Answer me please!"

Silence. Letting out a sigh Rarity peeked into the dressing rooms, behind the register and under the clothing racks in search of the thief. Just like the school house though there was no trace of the one that had run off with her most precious doll. "When I get my hooves on the slippery snake that stole my Pinkamena..." She shook her head and grumbled, heading for the door. No sense wasting time on a pointless search. She was about to walk out the door when she noticed something on the counter. It was a receipt, dated some time back for a large purchase of some toys and clothing. As she scanned the items realization hit her. "This... this is mine."

"Thank you again Velvet! I don't know what we would have done without your help." Rarity heaped praise upon the plum colored unicorn with the pink mane. "Your special touch with these sorts of merchandise is exactly why I insist on coming to you." The unicorn behind the counter blushed a bit but smiled at getting such attention from her idol.

"Not a problem at all Miss Rarity. In fact if you need to stop by again feel free to do so. I'm happy to help you." Rarity gave her thanks once more in an out pour of positive remarks before finally leaving the building with the blue pegasus in tow.

"Well what did I tell you Rainbow? That mare is a talent to be recognized. She even had the necessary braces for pegasus wings when we decide to get a bit playful with you." Rainbow Dash smiled and blushed at the suggestion. Her and Rarity had sort of stumbled into this relationship between each other and it had been quite enjoyable for the both of them.

"Well of course I knew you'd pick the best place, nothing but the best for you, right?" Rarity gave herself a mane toss in pride at Rainbow's words. Naturally only the best would suit her. After she'd tossed her mane though she caught Rainbow looking at her scars. "But uh when we do use all of this stuff I'd like to keep from having any sort of... lasting marks on me if it's okay?"

"But of course deary. I wouldn't dream of having your sliced to pieces simply for my pleasure. Mmmm... that would be some pleasure though." Rarity smiled to herself thinking of how Rainbow Dash would look restrained, gagged, blinded and with a knife to her lovely blue skin. It was intoxicating.

"I mean I don't mind making you happy and well, you know that this isn't really the kind of thing I could do with anyone else." Rarity understood to be sure. Their relationship of friends with benefits was kept private between them. Well... private between Rarity, Rainbow Dash and her camera. She was surprised Rainbow never complained to being filmed but that suited Rarity just fine. "It's just I like to give a lot more than receive and I just don't think I'd want to receive that." Even if sex was something the two enjoyed sharing a great deal, and Rarity enjoyed the enthusiasm Rainbow Dash had when punishing her, she respected Rainbow wasn't as happy on the receiving end of such pain. Still Rarity hoped to change her opinion soon once she got her tied down.

"Not another word needs to be spoken Rainbow Dash, I'm just as gracious receiving as I am giving. Naturally I'd want you to enjoy yourself too." Rainbow nodded and smiled at Rarity, staring at her scars again.

"Have you ever thought about asking Twilight to um... fix that?" Rarity blinked wondering what she could be referring to and Rainbow motioned to her face. "Those scars I mean."

"Why? Don't you think they give me character?" Rarity posed showing off her face with a sultry smile.

"Well I mean you're still pretty but I'm just surprised. I thought you'd be freaking out over something ever damaging your face." Rarity waved her hoof in dismissal of the conversation.

"Now now there's no need to worry. Just consider it to be an accessory to my already increasing new sense of fashion. Shall we get home and try these toys out?"

"I don't... remember that." Rarity blinked after another one of her visions of the past faded from her mind. That conversation seemed so out of place in her memory. She remembered when her and Rainbow had first experimented with each other and found they liked it very much. Then she remembered the two of them discussing