Rarity happily trotted through the town, the gifts she had made floating behind her in a blue magical aura. Unaware of any changes that were taking place and quickly made her way to her first client, the owner of a shop with a yellow coat and bright orange mane. Of course, her mane hadn't always been that shade, not until an incident with the very pony that was now knocking on her front door.

“Oh, coming!” came the voice, along with the sound of clipclopping hooves approaching the door. Slowly the door opened and, as soon as the orange maned mare saw who it was, she frowned. “Oh... hello Rarity,” came the deadpan reply.

“Ah, Miss Carrot Top. Yes, I'm sure you're still quite upset at my comments about your, ahem...” she paused, remembering back to when her own mane had been turned an ugly shade of green. “Well, no matter. I simply did not mean those words as an insult to you, and, as an apology, I made you a green dress!” She offered the said dress, something very flowing and loose, that looked to be just Carrot's size.

“That was two years ago,” the mare replied in a deadpan tone. Carrot Top stared at Rarity for a bit, trying to see if she was being serious or not. She reluctantly accepted the dress, though, and made a small note of not one but three horns on Rarity's head. Two were stubby and didn't look at all like unicorn horns. No, the horns looked more bovine in nature. “Yeah, well thanks, I guess,” Carrot Top muttered, watching the mare as she trotted off with a wide smile. Once Rarity was far enough away, Carrot Top shook her head. “Element of Generosity or not, what was with those horns?”

"Hmmm... Now, who was next?” She paused in the middle of the street and flicked her tail a couple of times as she thought, not noticing her thick, luxurious tail wasn't as thick any more. She shrugged and started trotting happily through the town. “No matter! I'll remember soon, I'm sure.”

As she made her way around the town, the start of those bovine horn nubs continued to grow out and become a bit more pronounced. Her tail, though it changed slower, got thinner and thinner, most of her former tail ending up as a purple tuft at the end of the long, thin bovine tail. “Ah! I remember now! Miss Cheerilee mentioned something about a cute little dance for all of Sweetie Belle's little friends! She'll be the chaperon, of course, and if she's going to be at that little dance, she'll need a dress!” With a nod she turned tail and headed straight for the school.

Rarity flicked her cow like tail a few times as she walked, a smile on her face as she entered the mostly empty school house. “Miss Cheerilee? Are you in here?” The magenta mare looked up from her planning book and gave a sigh. “Oh, Miss Rarity. Parent/Teacher conferences aren't until next week,” the mare started, getting her words cut off by Rarity's quick interjection. “Oh no, yes, of course! I'm not here about that. It has come to my attention that you're holding a little dance here soon and, well, being the generous pony that I am, I've made you a dress for the occasion!”

Cheerilee was presented with a nice, flowy blue dress with brown trim along the bottom. “Oh, Miss Rarity, the dress is beautiful! How much?” she asked, pulling out a small bit purse from a nearby saddlebag. She was about to offer the mare at least a few bits when Rarity just shook her head a little in response. “Oh, no no, nothing needed in return,” Rarity responded. “Only your happiness is enough for me!”

Cheerilee glanced up from the dress after a few quick scans of the fabric and stitching to take a cursory glance at Rarity. What she noticed first were the smaller horns on the mare, followed by the thinner cow tail and dark spots all over her body. Being a teacher, Cheerilee knew a bit about tact and politeness, not asking directly the question she wanted to ask so as to not upset the mare. “Miss Rarity?” The mare in question smiled and glanced back up at the teacher. “Yes?”

“Have you... noticed anything different about you today?” Rarity shrugged and rolled her eyes a bit. “Besides my overwhelming generosity for all the things I've made for ponies? Nothing is out of the ordinary.” Before Cheerilee was able to ask any more questions, Rarity had turned and was walking out of the school house. “Well, I do hope you have fun with the little dance. Make sure Sweetie doesn't get into TOO much trouble.” The last thing that Cheerilee saw was the mare giving a wave with a leg that seemed a bit too small for a pony leg. “I swear to Celestia... Rarity looked like a cow...”

Rarity, despite having a few more items to deliver, took her time walking across the town to her next stop. “Now then, the next pony I have something to give is... hmmm, but should I wait? Knowing HER, she'll probably be either hungover or drunk. Poor dear, it must be dreadful never being sober.” She glanced up at the clock tower near the middle of town and sighed. “Well, judging by the time... she'll be in that state where she's not quite drunk OR hungover, it seems, so I'm in luck.”

Rarity trotted a bit faster, thinking if she was quick enough, the purple mare would be just sober enough to accept her gift. Unfortunately, it took her longer to find the house than she originally thought, though. Rarity went first to where she remembered the house being, confused when she found an empty lot. A quick inspection of the area led her to find a rather large drag pattern away from where the house was supposed to be. She followed the drag marks to the drunk mare's house; it didn't take long to see the house had been moved over a couple of blocks .

Rarity stepped up to the door and raised a hoof to knock. She hesitated a second, contemplating if she should knock or use the door bell. Either one was sure to upset the mare, especially if she was hungover. The last thing she needed was an irate, hungover mare screaming at her, and she knew if she was going to deliver her next gift, she was going to have to risk the mare's wrath.

The spots on her coat began to get darker; it was an obvious cow pattern made by them. Underneath her, and much more difficult for anypony to see, her breasts started to change. The pair seemed to be merging together and the nipples began to get a bit darker and a bit longer.

Despite being unaware of the continuing changes, the half transformed mare was caught quite off guard when the door opened without her needing to knock at all. Out hopped Pinchy, darting off to go play with Twist, followed by a rather drunk looking mare. It seemed having to hunt down the mare's house closed the window of soberness. The purple pony known as Berry Punch stumbled out and grinned wide.

“You're not the pony I ordered, are you?” she asked with a slight slur in her voice. She took a step toward Rarity, puckering her lips a little. “Eh, I'll take what I can get! It's still 50 bits, right?” She was about to kiss the startled Rarity, but she turned to the side at the last second. With a loud heaving retch, the poor, drunk pony vomited all over the ground. “That... that's no bearing on y-you, you see, I'm just a tiny bit sick today...”

Rarity, like any professional, snapped out of her shock at the sudden appearance of the mare as well as the attempted kiss. “Yes, right, well... I HAD hoped to talk to you before you became too inebriated, but since it seems you've moved since my last vis-”

“I didn't move!” the drunk mare interjected, cutting off Rarity's words. “Not on purpose! Some pony pulled my house with me in it!” Rarity blinked in surprise at the outburst. “ANYhay, regardless of if you moved on purpose or not, I'm here on business. I just so happen to have something for you.” She lit up her horns, her unicorn one much shorter than earlier in the day. Despite the magic splitting between the three horns, she was still able to pull out a bright turquoise and gold brooch from her saddlebag.

Berry Punch seemed to like the brooch, due to the smile that formed on her face. “Wow! Three brooches for me? You're a really, REALLY great, generous pony!” She reached out and grabbed the brooch, pinning it to the pink and purple dress she was half wearing. Rarity rolled her eyes, taking Berry's inebriated state in stride.

While the two were talking, Rarity's muzzle and tongue began to change. Her muzzle stretched out a bit and became more bovine in shape, her tongue widening and flattening out. It was about this time that Berry Punch actually got a good look at the mare. “Rarity?” came the slurred question. But before she could pose any more questions, she felt her stomach clench and roll. “Erk! Either my throat just got really short, or I'm gonna throw up!” Without another word after that, Berry turned and darted back into her house to a sink, the loud retching and splattering sounds sounds quite loud due to the door being left wide open.

“Ugh... well, enjoy the brooch, Miss Berry Punch!” Rarity called out as she made haste away from the house. She shuddered a bit and sighed, wiping her brow. “Friend or not, I do hate seeing the mare like that, she really should get some help.” As she walked, more changes occurred. This time it wasn't quite as obvious; her crotchboobs started to shift around and merge. She paused in the middle of the town square, and looked around at various benches. “Now, if I remember right, Miss Heartstrings is normally sitting on a bench this time of day.”

Lyra Heartstrings was one of Ponyville's odder residents. She seemed to get certain urges, one of which included a single, solitary bench. And there was the strange obsession with odd things called hands. Rarity was aware of those so called hands after hearing the stories told by Twilight after her run-in with creatures called humans, when she went through the mirror to get her crown back.

Rarity casually strolled up to the bench, not surprised to find the mare sitting right where she expected. “Right on time as usual,” she chuckled to herself as she approached the reclining mare. As she walked, her two breasts that had merged together took on a more pink hue and her nipples got darker and longer. Two more nipples also formed along with the the two that were darkening and elongating.

“Good afternoon Miss Heartstrings, how are you doing today?”the almost fully transformed mare asked. Lyra, who was lost in her own thoughts of hands and sitting, turned her head and blinked a couple of times, coming out of her little fantasy world. “Oh, Rarity?” she asked confused, looking over the mare. She held her tongue about the changes in Rarity, as she noticed something made of fabric floating behind her. “If you're looking for Bonbon, I'm afraid she's at work right now.”

“Darling, I'm not looking for her. I've brought you something!” explained the mare. “Bonbon told me recently about your, ahem, mooooooooore unorthodox dressing habits and I decided to make you something mooovelous!” She took the fabric and brought it around in front of her, showing off a nice pair of khaki pants. Lyra was going to mention something about the way she had started saying certain words, but when she saw the pants those thoughts left her mind.

“PANTS!”

“Yes well,” replied Rarity, “Out of my generosity I made these for you, but it was moooooooore Bonbon's idea. I'd suggest taking her out on a date in gratitude. Perhaps a cafe or a moooooooovie!”

Rarity didn't say much more after that and neither did Lyra. Lyra sat there, just staring at the pants and kicking her hooves. Lyra gave those pants a lustful stare, lost in her mind's world again. Suddenly she jerked up and stared at Rarity as she walked away. She noticed the pink udder swinging back and forth between Rarity's legs, watching each movement, before before she finally spoke up to thank Rarity.

“HANDS!?”

Rarity grinned wide, quite pleased with herself at how generous she was being. All that she had left was one giant hat box with a tag on it. The tag had only two words on it, 'To Derpy'. Derpy was one of the town's mailmares and, while clumsy, she was the best mailmare in the whole town. That certainly deserved a gift as generous as Rarity's. But there was one major problem: Where WAS the mailmare? Unlike most ponies, Derpy didn't really have a set schedule and so it was nearly impossible to find her. Most times she'd be the one to find you.

It didn't take long for the mare to find Rarity; Derpy was just about finished with her rounds and was headed to the boutique. Upon noticing her, though, Derpy dove down and nearly crashed into Rarity. “Hi Rarity! I brought you a letter!” the walleyed mare said cheerfuly, holding out the envelope. Rarity took a quick glance at the envelope and rolled her eyes. “This isn't a letter, Derpy, this is a bill...” she said with a sigh, opening the letter right there. “For mane recoloring? Sweetie Belle...” she muttered under her breath. “What did those fillies get into THIS time.”

Despite the scowl on her face, Rarity looked up and put on a smile. “Well, no matter.” Quickly she held the box up and out toward Derpy, the mare's derped eyes focusing on the box. She reached out and grabbed the top of the box and pulled it off. There was a happy gasp and wing flaring in excitement. “MUFFIN!” Derpy gasped.

“Not just any mooooooooooooofin,” replied the cow. “A moooofin hat! Now, I know it's not that aerodynamic for a pegasus with a job such as yours but... blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah! Blah blah!” Derpy didn't even pay attention after the words muffin and hat because the first word was her favorite thing in the entire land of Equestria, and the second was a thing she could wear. Therefore, she would be able to wear to wear her favorite thing in the entire land of Equestria!

Despite her walleyed appearance, though, she was sometimes more clever than most ponies took her for. She noticed the mare that was talking and knew it was Rarity, but it certainly didn't LOOK like Rarity. It looked more like a cow that was TALKING like Rarity. But she DID just get a free muffin hat. So paying less and less attention to Rarity, she waved and smiled.

“Thanks for the hat! I'll wear it everywhere, even in the shower!” she thanked with her bubbly attitude. Derpy quickly took off as she sped away to make her next delivery. “What a nice cow...” she said happily to herself. “Oh! That reminds me, I need to pick up some milk to make more muffins!”

Rarity, on the other hoof, was still ranting and raving about the hat she had made, all the intricate stitching, the hours of work put in; she hadn't even noticed that the mare was gone until she looked up and glanced around, and found that she was talking to nopony at all. “Guess she had moooooore mail to deliver. I suppose I should be mooooooooooving along as well, I could use a well deserved nap.

With a flick of her cow tail she turned and slowly made her way back to the boutique, proud of herself for the generosity she had shown and happy to have seen the smiles on the ponies' faces at her gifts. As she got closer to the boutique, her unicorn horn finally shrank enough to disappear, and left only the two larger cow horn nubs on her head.

Author's Note

Chapter Title and editing done by BlacksmithSpark