Rarity's walk home was filled with worry and fear. 'A blood test? They'll find out I wasn't drugged and then start digging deeper.' she fretted.

The only way for her to avoid suspicion was to have her blood test positive for hoofies, but she had none left now thanks to the guards searching her home and taking every single pill she or Thunderlane had. 'Maybe it's time to come clean.' she thought as she entered town. As she walked through Ponyville she watched the various ponies around town going about their lives; Mr. and Mrs. Cake placing their baked goods out for display, Mayor Mare pacing back and forth outside town hall trying to draft a letter, Berry Punch toting another case of wine back home, Derpy derping around... wait...

'Wine... that's it!' Rarity thought, running for Cloudchaser's house. Cloudchaser had stayed behind at the hospital for a while to complete the mountains of paperwork that needed to be completed, but Rarity still didn't want to risk being caught what she was about to do.

Rarity pushed open the door to Cloudchaser and Flitter's home, finding the front door unlocked like most other homes in Ponyville. Slipping inside, she made her way to the kitchen and began rummaging through the different cabinets and cupboards, trying to find the wine she gave to Flitter.

"No... no... NO! Where is it?" she said, frustrated that she couldn't find it. With no other places in the kitchen to look, Rarity rushed upstairs and found Flitter's room and began searching for the wine there. Of course there was no sign of the bottle anywhere, but Rarity did find something of interest; Flitter's diary. Her curiosity screamed for her to read it, but she knew that she had her priorities; find that wine! Still, the urge to dive into Flitter's head and possibly find a weakness proved to be too great, and she took the diary with her as she moved on to Cloudchaser's room. Her face lit up in a huge smile as she saw found it on the top shelf in Cloudchaser's closet and used her magic to bring it down to her.

Having retrieved what she came here for, as well as a nice little extra bonus, Rarity quickly fled the house, not caring if she had put everything back where it belonged or not. She quickly made her way back to her home and rushed to the back room of her boutique. She was ecstatic that the guards didn't remove any of the evidence from her home yet and she doubted that they would notice that one more bottle of wine had somehow appeared. She uncorked the bottle and sniffed its subtle fragrance, and though it smelled absolutely divine she remembered that there was a dangerous drug inside of it.

She poured herself a large glass of the tainted wine and stared at it, The thought of drugging herself scared her more than anything else, but she knew that if she wanted to avoid suspicion she had no choice. She was at least alone and didn't have to worry about anypony trying to rape her while she was drugged. "Well, here it goes." she said, tipping her glass back and managing to swallow a third of the wine. The expensive wine tasted absolutely delicious but the hoofies began to almost immediately kick in, and she began to feel extremely light headed. She took another large gulp, leaving about a quarter of the wine left inside of it. She began to sway back and forth slightly, having trouble keeping her balance just while standing. She looked at the small amount of wine left in her glass but decided that she had drunk enough and placed the used bottle of wine on the table along with the glass before unsteadily making her way to her room.

Never before had Rarity had so much trouble with stairs. Even when she had to move all her new mannequins in by herself she had no trouble bringing up four of them to her room. But now with the hoofies in her system she struggled to place her hooves on each step as the stairway seemed to be moving. She made it half way up the stairs before her head began to spin too much for her to handle, and the next thing she knew she found herself on the floor, back at the bottom of the stairs. Her entire body hurt but she didn't know why or how. 'Wasn't I... on the stairs?' she thought as she lay dazed on the ground. She tried to get back on her hooves but found the task impossible, almost as if she had lost complete control of her own body. She tried sitting up next but that too failed; the farthest she got was lifting her head up but she quickly ran out of strength and had no choice but to let her head come crashing back down. She hit her head with enough force to normally cause a headache but thanks to the drugs she felt absolutely nothing, but she did start to feel drowsy and soon closed her eyes and let sleep overcome her.

When Rarity awoke the next morning she felt absolutely terrible. Even without moving her body she felt her muscles aching and her head felt like she had taken a kick from Applejack's powerful hind legs. She groggily got up, trying to figure out what, if anything, had happened last night. She obviously never made it to her bedroom, and from the aches and slight bruising on her flank she guessed correctly that she had fallen down the stairs while trying to go to bed. She unsteadily made her way back to her kitchen and turned on her sink to as cold as it could possibly go and splashed the chilly water onto her face.

"Ugh... definitely not doing that again." she muttered to herself, ignoring the fact that Flitter and Spike both felt the same, if not worse, after they had finally awoken. She still remained unsteady and didn't want to risk trying to climb the stairs again, so she prepared herself as best she could for the important day ahead of her. After a few hours of waiting she finally felt healthy enough to walk normally and left for the hospital, confident that her blood test would be in her favor.

Author's Note

Before anyone whines and complains... yes, this chapter was a bit rushed and short. Sorry, but I just wanted to get to the good part in the next chapter. ;)