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             Fabrics, Ponies, Dresses Galore!              
                   -by Shadow The Mare-                    
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                  Running Out Of Fabric?                   
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Running Out Of Fabric?
"What!?" Gasped Rarity, why, with the Gala right around the corner, Rarity was flocked with orders, ranging from a wide variety of colors. Reds, to blues, to even bright yellows. She ran out of fabrics, fast.  "Oh, sweet Celestia! Time already!" She glanced at her clock, 5:15, it read. She ran as fast as she could to Fluttershy's house.
         Panting, she knocked on the door with her hoof, trying to adjust her saddlebag with her other hoof. "Fluttershy, dear, are you home?" Slowly, the door opened up just a bit. "Oh... hi, Rarity. I was feeding Angel. Please come in." With a small smile, Fluttershy lead Rarity into her cottage. Rarity whispered, "Oh dear. I didn't want to..., at least not this soon." With a sigh, she lifted her left hoof and knocked Fluttershy out cold.
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Fluttershy awoke died to a chair, gagged with a cloth, and was in what seemed to be a cellar. "Wh-... What's going on?" As if on cue, Rarity stepped out. "I'm sorry Fluttershy dear, I have an order but don't have enough fabrics to make it." Rarity set down a table of small items, scalpels, knives, what you'd expect if you were in this situation.
"Rarity," Spoke the yellow mare, "Why?"
"Simply because fabrics are needed." Replied Rarity.
"Please, can't you make an acception?" Asked Fluttershy, her voice obviously cracking and quivering.
"No, Flutters."
With that, Rarity picked up the scalpel, shoved it into Fluttershy's hoof, and started to rip away her skin. "What pretty fur, right?" Spoke the white-coated mare, sickeningly sweet.
"Rarity... Please. Please j-just stop! I promise I w-won't tell anyone, just please, let me g-go!" Now, Fluttershy broke into a sob. It hurts, feeling your skin be ripped away. Rarity didn't stop. She just kept skimming the blade over her beautiful, yellow coat. "I'm sorry if this hurts." Rarity pressed the knife in even harder, earning another sob from Fluttershy. Now, with the entire left hoof of Fluttershy's gone, Rarity proceeded with her eyes. Fluttershy, now even more terrified, wanted to let out a cry for help. "Sh, Flutters. They'll hear you." Something about Rarity's voice seemed... cold. Grim. Dark. Rarity cut a shallow hole in each of Fluttershy's cheeks, collecting it from her. "Here, since I'm feeling... generous," How Fluttershy hated how she it. Generous. "Generous, I'll let you go off easily." Fluttershy sobbed, whimpered, moaned in agony, as Rarity collected her thrkat skin. Than quickly slit Fluttershy's throat, leaving the smell of blood everywhere. Fluttershy was gone, dead, Rarity collected her items and sprinted up the stairs.