Rarity's Secret

The sun was shining, the birds were sending tweets on their iFeathers and a certain puffy white unicorn was living another day in fear of being eaten. She was busy making dresses when she heard her little sister cry her name.

"RARITYYYYY!!" She whined,

"COMNG DARLING" Replied Rarity as she put down her working equipment,

"Now what seems to be the matter Sweetie Belle",

"I've been doing a lot of thinking right now and my mind keeps drifting to thoughts about why you're so fluffy, are you a marshmallow?",

"No dear it's all about a certain way to maintain your coat," Stated Rarity while trying not to sound too desperate.

The rabid dressmaker took a few innocent steps towards where she stored her emergency baton.

"I don't mean that kind of fluffy I mean a squidgy kind of fluffy," Said the little filly,

"Fine. You got it out of me I'm a marshmallow but nobody can know that" She said as she took the bat and swung it at her sisters head before the young sibling could muster a reply.

"I'm sorry you had to find out Sweetie Belle but I can't trust anybody" Whispered Rarity as she tied her sister up and waited for her to regain consciousness.