Twas a typical time in the life of Rarity, and it was a morning that was uneventful as always. Rarity, however, wakes up in the afternoons. So when she finally had woken up and went on to spend close to an hour styling her mane, she was in quite a jovial mood. She went over to the window frame and threw it open, embracing the sunshine on her face.

“Good morning world! What have you for the lovely miss Rarity on this gorgeous day?”

But then she looked down and saw a hobo pit. As in, the hobo pit was located right underneath the window behind her home. This was clearly an advanced hobo pit, as it was not only filled with the downtrodden and the unfortunates, but also was complete with a soup kitchen and a family of raccoons clearly in sight who were vomiting at the sensation of being near a soup kitchen. It was only when she had fully taken in the fact that a hobo pit was so close to her house that her nostrils took in a great waft of musk which choked her and had undone her perfectly cared for mane. She closed the hermetically sealed windows, and spent another hour perfecting her mane. After this, she went downstairs to meet her family for breakfast, which always only began when she came down at her leisure, and took a seat at the table.

“Oh, hi sis!” Said young Sweetie Belle, her younger sister. She was wearing an apron and this can only have meant one thing, corrective dentistry wednesdays. Although the day was tuesday, the charred bricks that were served that Sweetie claimed were “Waffles, pancakes, eggs, and juice.” made this a certainty. “Here you are!” She said, placing a plate of four still smoldering masses which Rarity ate without question, having been desensitized by the hobo pit.

While she ate breakfast with her family, Rarity began conversation with them. “Mother, Father, might you know the origin as to that pit behind the house?”

The father, who happened to be speaking with a rather casual accent and was wearing a straw hat replied “Well you see, deary, we had a bit of a rat problem lately so we thought we’d invite a bunch of poor ponies to help us with that.”

“We have rats?”

“Well we got the rats to get rid of the cockroaches.”

“Good heavens! We have cockroaches?”

“We got the roaches when we spread mayonnaise on the floor.”

Rarity held her head low in disappointment. “And why, pray tell, did you spread mayonnaise on the floor?”

“We thought it was weasel stomping day.” The stallion’s better half stepped in the conversation, made herself at home, and finished the idea. “We only found out that it wasn’t a real holiday after we arrived at work.”

After the beyond burnt breakfast temporarily deprived her of the ability to feel hunger, and taste to a greater extent, Rarity got up from the table. “If I may be excused, I shall be in my room if anypony needs me. Good day.” And she left dining area. She went up to her room and laid upon her bed, still mentally reeling from the everything in her morning that today would be one of those days where she might as well go faff about in the Everfree forest. But before she could put much thought into her plans, up on her bed jumped her favorite fluffy white cat, Opalescence.

Opal, being as loyal as any pet should be, said “Meow.” And started rubbing up on her.

“Oh Opal!” Said Rarity. She took her cat and held it close. “Today is simply awful! My parents are becoming even more unhinged by the day and now there is a bum jungle right next to our house! How may I, a lady of such refined tastes, bear this atrocity any longer?”

“Meow.”

“Oh, I suppose you’re right. It does seem a tad presumptuous to assume this is as terrible as it is. Perhaps all those ponies need is some compassion. Well then who better to demonstrate charity than I? I must help them post-haste.” And she immediately got a wide assortment of her cheapest garments and opened the door. Normally she would have plummeted down the stairs, but not this time as just beyond the door to her room stood young Sweetie Belle.

“Hey sis! Going somewhere?”

“Yes dear sister, I am going to help those poor souls outside. Now please, step aside.”

“Oh oh! Can I help?”

“No, now please leave.” She used her magic to open one of the drawers in her room and searched for something that might occupy the youngster. Sweetie Belle most definitely does not need to be exposed to the horrors that lie in the slum of the damned. As such, she took out a pair of scissors and a book of matches and gave it to Sweetie. “Here, play with these. And don’t run around with those, you’ll hurt yourself!” Sweetie immediately galloped outside and play with the other fillies and colts nearby.

With her little sister incapacitated, Rarity toted along her most fashionable garments of extravagant colors, oddly placed gems, and failed prototypes all the way down to the depths of the horrible pit. Astonishingly, the pit was not as abominable as one would imagine, as it was apparent that the most was done was that the ground was pulled up several feet and shelters were erected haphazardly. Still, the pulled up topsoil meant that Rarity had to get her hooves positively filthy, but still she carried on.
At the center of the pit, where she could still vaguely make out the sky from rising columns of garbage-smoke, she began to give the garments away to all the those in need. One particular gentlecolt bowed politely and proceeded to thank her for her contribution.

“Ga-fargul! You are nice grumblebug! Come go hayseed?” He then proceeded to start drooling.

Rarity backed away slowly. “Um, no thank you, sir.” She said. She soon found herself backed up against a rather tall gentlecolt who was wearing a fedora that had been perforated a great many times.

“‘Scuse me ma’m, you’ll have to also excuse my friend here. Not all of us here are quite so well in the head. He’s actually quite thankful though.”

She turned around and was relieved to finally have come across a pony in the midst of this den of disgust. “Thank you for elaborating kind sir. You seem rather eloquent as opposed to the rest of these ponies.”

“Well I’m just doing a lot better than the rest of these folks. You see, it’s sort of a big deal. Many of these folks got good strong bodies but the mind is all rotted, so they can’t find reasonable work. On behalf of all of us though, I’d like to say thank you for helping us as you are. It’s great to know at least somepony cares.”

Rarity was elated. Perhaps, she thought, that this might not be so terrible after all. Sure, they live in the dirt but all they may need is some cleaning up and perhaps some help, and there are plenty of ponies in town who’d be glad to help, including herself. “I thank you. Perhaps I will stay and see about finding other ways I may make this place more presentable.”

“Alright, but if you’re gonna stay you gotta take a hit.” And the pony produced a crack pipe and gave it to Rarity.

Rarity reluctantly levitated the pipe. “Pardon me, but what is this?”

“Why it’s a crack pipe! Smoke up! Of course, the first hit isn’t free you know.”

She handed the pipe back politely, like any sensible pony should do. “I’m sorry but I shall not. Where do you even find crack?”

“Well this kid from Manehatten is supposed to make a drop soon. I think her name was Babs or something. Prices are way down because there’s something big going on there and the market is saturated.”

She could see that if she made a straight out combat-mode beeline flailing her hooves around like noodles she could escape. “I see. And just for how long do you think it will take you all to get rid of the rodent issue?”

“Oh, that. We already ate them all. Thanks for the clothes, we also needed a bit of fiber in our diets.”

“Splendid, darling. So how long until you all leave?”

The stallion raised an eyebrow. “Oh we’re not leaving. Ever.”

Upon hearing this, Rarity just bolted and ran as far as she could to the other side of town. She didn’t go into combat mode, so nopony had to die. Still, there remained the problem of what to do now. She decided that she must be willing to continue her efforts of charity, so that those poor wretches may recover from their illnesses and lead normal lives. As such, she went into the sofa and quill store and placed an order for a hundred pillows and then went back home and straight into her room.

“Opal, this was a terrible idea, why did you ever suggest it? Have you seen the state that those ponies were living in? I swear, if this does not work I will have to give up on the entire thing! It’s not the filth, or even their strange customs, but rather that they all seem so very ungrateful! And I honestly do not find that a single one of them may be capable, and if they are then they most certainly are not willing to find honest work!”

Her cat thought long and hard about this entire thing with it’s eyes closed before it finally said “Meow.”

“You’re right, we should just stuff them all into the shame car and push them off a cliff!”

“Meow.”

“Opal, you are not being supportive at all. If you are going to be so very uncivilized then you can just leave!” And with this she picked up her cat and carried it outside. As she did so, she was approached by Sweetie Belle who was no longer carrying the items she had before.

“Hi sis! Why are you putting Opalescence out?”

“Opal has been a very very naughty kitty and she is being punished. Why are you back home so early?”

“Oh, well I used up the matches and, um, lost the scissors?” Sweetie said, looking up at Rarity with the most innocent look she could muster. This was mostly done to distract Rarity from the fact that one of the other schoolchildren and bully associate, Silver Spoon, was running around with her mane on fire and a pair of textile shears sticking out of her side. The distraction worked.

“Oh Sweetie. You’re my favorite abomination.”

“I’m not an abominamation!” Sweetie then thought about this for a moment before going “What’s an abonimation?”

Rarity lightly pat Sweetie on the head and led the both of them inside where they discussed the matter as sisters would. The rest of the day continued as it normally did.

Author's Note

I don't think Rarity is worst pony, not by a longshot. In the show she is demonstrated to be cultured, and though she dreams of ascending the social ladder, she has shown that she is still loyal to her friends.

With that out of the way, enjoy.