Rarity's Zits

Rarity yawned, opening her half-awake eyelids. The bright, morning sun shone into the window. She sat up in her bed. She reached over to the nightstand, grabbing her favorite pink hairbrush. Using her magic to brush her mane, she looked happily into the mirror. She gasped when she saw a small, red dot on her cheek. A zit. "EEEEEEEEEE"

"Rarity, what's wrong!" Sweetie Belle asked, charging into the room. She examined her sister carefully. Nope. No blood, no tangles, no green mane.

"ITS THE WORST POSSIBLE THING!" sobbed Rarity, pointing her hoof at the red dot on her face.

Sweetie cocked her head. "You were coloring with markers and got a little bit of red marker on your face?"

"NONONONONONONONONOOOO!!!" Rarity exclaimed frantically. "A ZIT! A Z-I-T ZIT!"

"What's that?" Sweetie Belle asked hopefully.

"No time to explain. Be a dear and call Aloe. Tell her to get here ASAP."

"Okay, whatever you say big sis." Sweetie shrugged. She clopped down the stairs, knocking over plants and cosmetic appliances. She picked up the phone and dialed Aloe's number.

"Allo zere. Zis iz Aloe. May I help zew?" asked a young mare with an accent on the other side of the phone.

"Yes, this is Sweetie Belle. Rarity has a sit or something on her face. She wants you to come over ASAP," Sweetie Belle said in her nicest voice, trying not to get herself tangled up in the phone line.

"*GASP*A zit!?!? Tell madam Rarity zat I will be right over..." Aloe answered quickly.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT went the phone, signaling that Aloe had hung up.

Sweetie put the phone back on the hook. "What the buck is so important about a sit? I sit all the time!" grumbled Sweetie Belle. She shrugged and began to color in the coloring book about princesses Rarity had bought her.

A few minutes later

DINGGGGGG DIIINNNGGG DIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG! the doorbell rang impatiently.

"I'm coming, I'm coming! SHEESH!" Sweetie Bell exclaimed, cursing under her breath.

As Sweetie opened the door, she was nearly knocked down by Aloe. She rushed up the stairs with a bag full of special lotions, bubble baths, cosmetics, and facials.

"Madame Rarity, I am here!" Aloe said in a sing-song voice, knocking impatiently at the door.

Rarity slowly got up out of her comfy chair, and opened the door, blowing loose strand of hair out of her eyes, revealing more pimples and zits. "Thank Celestia you're here..." she mumbled sleepily.