Rarity's Little Secret

Chapter Two: Cheat sheets- As Rarity opened the curtains of her room, the sunlight pierced in like a laser, striking away all past darkness and dreary history of last nights weeping. The sunlight also glazed over the accumulating dust settling on top of her dresser, offering the pony more heartache to add on to her drowsy hangover of misery.

Opalescence lazily meowed huskily out from the covers and clawed at the light. Her “beauty” sleep was not yet ready to come to a close.
“Oh, Opal, honestly...try to offer me some sort of a…” there was a ringing of the doorbell. Rarity, in amazement, jumped up in fright. What, now?! How dare she come this early? Doesn't she know I need time to prepare!? The exasperated pony rushed to her makeup drawer in a flash of light...almost.

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The door was opened to the glittering cheerful face of a Twilight Sparkle.

“Morning Rarity! I am so excited to hear your..BIG news that you wanted to tell me.!” Twilight let her self in confidently past her shaking friend. Rarity tried to wheeze out a confronting view-but it was too late.

The purple confident unicorn pony was already making her way to the kitchen. Twilight used her levitation spells to press an apple to her lips and sink her teeth in, creating the evermore lull of a “crunch”.

A slight glimpse memory of a green tinted empty beer glass thrown on a stained wall rushed through the head of Rarity. She shivered. Twilight sat on the blue sofa and snuggled in the nearby pillow.

“Now, tell me the news! You’re gonna tell me, aren't you?” Twilight said through her smile. Rarity scanned nervously down onto her floors, her little heart started to beat profusely. She felt it, her face was becoming dangerously warm.

“Rarity…” Twilight sounded concerned now, but Rarity didn't see her, she couldn't. “did you...cry...before I got here?” Twilight looked unto her pink tinted eyes now moistening again. She dropped the apple fruit, it rolled across the floor over to Rarity view of vision.

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One hot summer day as filly Rarity was watching a baseball game among the other fillies, yet of course not participating, drew inside an aged journal. She was peering out of the nearby bushes next to the dusty field, entertaining herself by the cheerful yells of nothings shared by the other team players, and of course, dreamily viewing a handsome older pony she was enamored with at the age. However, such a savage and dirty game was not to be done on her part. She giggled at such a thought and continued back on her sketch drawing in the journal-of a dress. Yes, it was coming along nicely. It was incredible! Such a fashionable choice! All was coming along very nicely...this was after she had gotten her cutie mark on that day of the school play. It was just last week, and Rarity was still living in her glory of her fading lime light of that precious moment.

Just as she basked in that memory, she heard a call from her home. She came galloping in. It was her mother calling her in for a buttery dinner of corn muffins, gravy, mashed potatoes, corn and peas.

After the long dinner, Rarity found her father asleep soundly on the couch. Her mother was solemnly gazing in a magazine at the kitchen table with one hoof dipping in a cup of pinkish paint.

Ah yes...perfect time for mischief.

Rarity danced over to her parents’ room-this was the perfect moment to do so. However that following night, as she could finally sneak into the forbidden crevices of her distanced off home, Rarity’s sneaky obsessions soon came to a close as she stumbled upon three pages scrunched up in her father's dresser overflowing with belts.

“Huh? What's this?” Rarity said. She held the pages in her hoofs after doing a full body stretch to get it.

They looked like some old boring legal documents that a you filly doesn't waste her time on.

And that task wouldn't be fulfilled in the first place, if it wasn't for her name enlarged in one of the sheets. RARITY J. DIAMOND was spread across the top.

What was this, a birth certificate? If it was, that would great! Her parents never showed her certificate despite how many times she begged, after all. Once, for a class project, it was vital that each little filly had their own birth certificate to prepare class lecture about, but her parents only muffled a few words together and mother signed a flimsy note and they both told little Rarity to give it to the teacher. But as she thinks about it now, it was probably a dismissal. She passed the project anyway, despite her failure to do it.

Rarity skimmed the first page of the document, which seemed like a registration form. The second looked like a bill since is was covered in a surplus list of figures and totals. Amounts of unimaginable prices. The last sheet, however, brought the most attention.

Rarity’s eyes widened...pupils in dilation entranced with what it read. Ingredients, a long list of ingredients.

Corn syrup, sugar, water, gelatin, vanilla extract...the impressionable little filly licked her lips and chirped quietly a “that sounds good! Like a marshmallow!” Continuing down the long list the words become more complicated and alien. Consisting of ultra-definitions in the like of dextrose, modified corn starch...she started to read out loud “tetrasodium...uh...pyrophosphate….artificial flavour and..blue 1?” Of Course she read out the words in a more weaker fashion.

But it would soon become more of a nightmare than a reading lesson.

A faint gasp came out as she skipped down to the last few ingredients. At reading of this bit, Rarity’s heart plummeted into a Hades abyss.

It contained...pony hooves. Pony emulsifier, colt blood and mare pastern. A live mare’s heart, a live filly’s brain, function able colt liver, filly eyes, and a unicorn horn.….at to that, Rarity fell to the ground. Her head become heavy and pressed against the urine stained-carpeted floor and nauseating acids started to whip in her stomach. But she made the connection...a frightening connection. It can’t be. It will not be...Could it be?

“Rarity! Rarity Jezebel!” A shrill voice electrified the Rarity back to life. Rarity scrambled up to her hooves and whipped up the sheets to press against her self. Her parents couldn't know that she read this! Not yet. She ran across the hall away from her parents’ dingy room into her comforting escape palace. Landing on her lavish bed mattress she shoved the three sheets into her pillow case and layed on it, pretending to be sound asleep. The door gave a creak tone as her mother peeked in to see the young filly asleep, after a nice long dinner.