Why, hello there, darling! Welcome to Carousel Boutique, where everything is chic, sleek and – oh. You've heard this pitch before? Very well then, darling. But yes, this is fair Rarity speaking. How may I be of service to you today? Perhaps you're in need of a wardrobe update? Maybe a new haircut to impress your girlfriend? Or boyfriend? Don't worry, darling – I won't judge.

Not for that, at least.

If I see you commit a crime against fashion, I will judge you. And possibly berate you. And perhaps beat you for sometime before I call the fashion police.

But regardless, how I can help you? What's that? You just want to know what my day is like? And you're curious about what kind of … creature I am … going to be hypnotized into having sex with today?

You have … interesting tastes, I must say. And what makes you so sure I am going to have sex while hypnotized or somehow brainwashed, hmm?

I mean, I wouldn't know anything about that. It's not like I fell under the spell of an enchanted vest one day at Crystal Empire and had intercourse with one of my best friends – no sir, absolutely not! Oh, why I am even talking to you about this anyway? It is not appropriate to discuss a lady's private matters with such bluntness! You shouldn't meddle in a mare's affairs, darling. What and who a lady shares her body with is her own business.

Ding-ding. The bell on my door rings, alerting me to somepony entering my house.

“Rarity?” I hear my sister call from downstairs. Do excuse me while I go see what she wants, darling.

Making my way downstairs, I'm puzzled to see Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and Apple Bloom in my house, all of them wearing flippers, diving goggles, and breathing pipes, not to mention an assortment of various sea-related objects heaped up in a pile on Scootaloo's back. I suppose she's been giving the unofficial role of “pack mule” for their little group.

“Er, hello, darlings.” I greet them as I walk down the stairs. “What can I help you with, and … why are you-”

“Dressed to go diving?” Sweetie Belle interrupts me. Perhaps she knows me better than I realize.

“Because that's what we're going to do!” Apple Bloom speaks.

“Yeah.” Scootaloo pulls her goggles down over her face. “Go diving into the deep sea, find treasure, discover exotic animals, and maybe fight a sea monster!” Scootaloo jabbed her hoof at the air, her wings buzzing in excitement.

Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom were not so keen.

“Er, maybe not that last part.” Sweetie Belle says. “But yeah!”

“Well, I see no problem with that.” I tell them with a smile. “But whatever do you need me for?”

“Applejack said we couldn't go unless we had somepony to supervise us.” Scootaloo said. “Something about us not being “mature enough” to make sure we “don't drown.” Ugh.” Scootaloo scoffs and shakes her head, her resentment at Applejack's underestimation of her maturity clear.

“So we came to you!” Sweetie Belle said. “What do you say, sis? Doesn't a day at the beach sound like fun?”

“I … suppose.” I held my hoof in front of my mouth. “But weren't you talking to Applejack? Why couldn't she watch over you?”

“She said she had chores to do.” Scootaloo said. “And since she helps run the apple farm to feed the town, we figured anything you would be doing wouldn't be nearly as important-” Scootaloo stops, seeing Sweetie Belle flailing her legs to try and get her to stop talking before she provokes me into a fury.

Sweetie Belle is right to intervene. I grind and gnash my teeth together, barely to keep a lid on my rage.

“Not important? Not important?”

That filly spends too much time with Rainbow Dash, I think. She should spend a day or two with me while I'm making dresses for clients. Then she'd learn a thing or two about how important and difficult my work really is!

I take in a deep breath to calm myself. Anger is not seemly in a lady of my posture. That's it, Rarity. Inhale, exhale … aaaah. That's better. Now ...

“I'd be happy to take you to the beach, darlings. Nevertheless, why don't we get go ask around for somepony to help supervise? You know what they say – the more the merrier!” I wave my hoof and laugh, trying to play it cool. To hide the fact the real reason I'm suggesting this is because I don't want to watch them by myself. Don't get me wrong, darling; I'm more than willing, and some time in the sun would do me some favors. I'd just rather there be somepony else there with me. On a good day, I can barely handle Sweetie Belle by myself. How am I supposed to handle all three of them at once!?

Sweetie Belle raises an eyebrow at “Oh, all right … I guess if you don't want to spend some sister time together, I understand.”

Ooh! Using that excuse again? Ever since the fiasco with the Sisterhooves Social, she's been using this technique to guilt-trip and manipulate me to get what she wants! Well, not this time, sister. I'm not falling for it!

“Oh, I never said that, Sweetie Belle!” I say, giving a closed-eyed smile. “I just … would rather have another adult to talk to while we're there, that's all. Perhaps Fluttershy can join us. I know you three like her ...”

All three of their faces light up.

"Well, let's get moving, then."

“Then again, maybe not ...” I say, tapping my chin. The girls looked disappointed. “Oh, why don't we go back to Sweet Apple Acres and see if maybe Applejack's finished her chores?”

“Already?” Apple Bloom asks. “Doesn't seem likely ...”

“Darlings, I must insist.” I say, marching to the door and using my magic to take hold of the knob. “We'll ask Applejack first, and if that doesn't pan out in our favor, we'll got to Fluttershy, after which, I will take you to the beach.”

“Yay!” The three of them cheer, and I move away, covering my ear with a hoof. I know what to expect, but it's still not enough to prepare me for the loud noise as the three of them shout in unison. “CUTIE MARK CRUSADES UNDERWATER ADVENTURERS!”

“Ugh.” I sigh, removing my hoof from my throbbing eardrum. “Yes, of course ...”

It's going to be a long day.

We head to Fluttershy's house. After telling the Cutie Mark Crusaders to sit still, I go up to her house and knock.

Fluttershy is kind enough to open the door for me. “Oh! Hello, Rarity. Can I help you with something?”

“Yes, actually.” I point to the Cutie Mark Crusaders. “These fine darlings are wanting to go to the beach, but they need somepony to come with them. I was wondering if you would be interested in joining us?”

“Oh, sure!” Fluttershy claps her hooves in excitement. “A day at the beach sounds lovely, and you know I love watching over Sweetie Belle and her friends ...”

Yes. Yes, I do. I hold my chin up high, confident in a job well done. Fluttershy's going to come with us to the beach, and Sweetie Belle and her friends won't prove nearly as destructive under her watch.

“Hey guys!” Fluttershy's girlfriend, our resident immgirant shapeshifter witch who's been living with Fluttershy, comes to the door. “What's going on?”

“Oh. Rarity was just inviting me to the beach with her and the other girls.” Fluttershy moves and waves at Sweetie Belle and her friends.

“Sounds like fun.” Sunset says. “Can I come?”

“Of courrssssssssssss ...” I trail off, rethinking my answer mid-sentence. I am overcome with a vision of Sunset and Fluttershy doing something inappropriate on the beach. A shiver runs through my body as I imagine Sunset Shimmer shifting into her lamia form in the middle of the beach, with Fluttershy crawling on top of her scales and giving Sunset a seductive look. And as the two of them engage in sweet, inter-species intercourse on the beach where everypony can see them, I'm forced to explain to the Cutie Mark Crusaders not only about sex in general, but also Fluttershy and Sunset Shimmer can even have sex on an anatomical level when Fluttershy is a pony and Sunset Shimmer is in a half-snake, half-human form. Ugh.

“Rarity?” Fluttershy asks. “Is something wrong? What's the matter?” She looks at me in concern. "You don't have a problem with Sunset Shimmer, do you?"

There were a few ways I could have handle her question. I could have told her my concern and requested she and Sunset refrain from any strong displays of public affection while we're watching the fillies. I could have taken in a deep breath and realized my dear friend, the sweet, quiet, shy Fluttershy would never be so eager that she would have sex in public where everypony could see.

I admit, getting a crimson-red blush on my face as I picture Fluttershy's and Sunset's indecent interactions, screaming, "Yes I find it weird you two have sex on a regular basis!" and running away was not the best way. "Come along, girls! We're leaving!"

"Rarity, wait!" Fluttershy calls to me, but I pay her no mind. "Oh ..."

"She'll get over it." Sunset Shimmer assures her, petting Fluttershy's mane. "Someday."

We made our way to Sweet Apple Acres, where Applejack was diligently digging out dirt with a shovel. I would presume to plant a new apple tree, but I wouldn't want to be presumptuous.

After telling the Cutie Mark Crusaders to stay put, I walk up to the fence and get Applejack's attention. Applejack gives me an odd look, throws her shovel to the ground, and walks up to the fence to meet me.

“Rarity? What are y'all doin' here?”

“Oh, I was in the neighborhood, and I was wondering, if you would … please come help me watch the Cutie Mark Crusaders at the beach?” I tell her, the last sentence coming out more desperate than I meant for it too.

“I thought I told them already that I had chores tah do!” Applejack exclaims, adjusting and swiveling the hat on her head. “Besides, if ya want somepony to help ya so bad, why wouldn't y'all just ask Fluttershy?”

"Uh ... well ... that was my first thought, darling, but ..."

Applejack looks at me. "Oh, for pete's sake. Y'all did something to stick your hoof in your mouth, didn't ya?"

"It's not my fault!" I insisted. "Sunset Shimmer should have left Fluttershy and I alone to talk as friends without sticking her nose in! I wasn't the one who stole Twilight Sparkle's crown!"

Applejack raises her eyebrow at me dubiously.

"Okay." I sigh and hang my head. No use in trying to shift the blame. "Yes, it was all my fault, and now I've embarrassed myself in front of both Fluttershy and Sunset Shimmer. So, will you help me, or not?"

"I guess so." Applejack says. "But y'all owe Fluttershy and Sunset an apology."

"Yes." I admit. "Yes, I do."

Applejack taps her chin, thinking about it. "All right. I'll come along." She moves to the fence, opens the gate and comes to the other side.

"Oh, thank you, Applejack!" I say. "I don't know how I can repay you for this!"

"Well, for starters, when we get back, y'all can finish my chores." Applejack puts a hoof on my shoulder, a smug grin on her features.

I contort my face and stammer for awhile, reconsidering whether or not I want a fellow adult so bad I'm willing to throw myself into the mud and dirt around Applejack's farm. Of course, the alternative would be to go back to Fluttershy's house, and I find I'm not willing to do that. Not just yet. We still need a little more time away from each. After a minute, I compose myself and nod. "Yes, that's fair."

"And second, when we get back, y'all need to go over to Fluttershy's house and apologize. But that can wait for a little while. Right now, let's you, me, and these fillies have some fun." She smiles at Apple Bloom.

"Good news, girls!" I say. "Applejack's decided to join us after all."

We went to the beach and set ourselves up. Umbrellas, some fashionable sunglasses and a tanning mirror I was thoughtful enough to bring along – though I found it odd Sweetie Belle was the only interested in either. After applying the appropriate sunscreen to avoid any unwanted sunburns, (tans are nice, but we wouldn't be TOO tanned, would we?) we split up to attend to our own individual interests – while still maintaining eyesight of each other, of course. Applejack found a seat and a bench and stretched out to relax after a long day on the farm. Apple Bloom made sandcastles and Sweetie Belle went hunting for seashells, while Scootaloo took in a deep breath and dove under the water like they came here to do.

As for myself, I sat by Applejack, holding the tanning mirror up with my sunglasses on. I began to wonder, is there such a thing as WANTED sunburn? After a while, Applejack gets up and joins her sister in making sandcastles.

It's not too long after I hear … something.

Rising up from my perch, I move my sunglasses to my forehead and look around, trying to find the source of the noise. I think it came from the west.

“Did you hear that?” I ask.

“Hear what now?” Applejack replies, still helping Apple Bloom with her sandcastle.

“I didn't hear anything.” Sweetie Belle said, hopping along and humming to herself.

“Mmm.” I'm not exactly pleased to learn there's a sound which only I can hear. Either I've become part of some magical destiny I've been unaware until this moment, or I'm slowly going insane and senile. Neither of which I find appealing.

Right as I put my sunglasses back on and sit down, I hear it again. More loudly, more clear, more distinctly. It sounds like singing. Like vocalizing by a voice I have no doubt is female.

“Aaah aaah aaaaaaaahhhh aaaah …”

The words may be simple, but I find myself drawn in by the singer's perfect harmony. I rise to my hooves and, almost as if I'm being pulled by some outside force, I walk towards what I believe to be the direction the noise is coming from.

Sweetie Belle notices. “Rarity? Where are you going?”

“Ignore her, Sweetie Belle.” Applejack says, waving a hoof and indifferent to my actions. “She's probably going to go flirt with some stallion whose caught her eye.”

I don't care to either answer Sweetie Belle or give Applejack any kind of meaningful, sarcastic reply. All I want is to focus on the music. To find the singer and learn more about her. She has such a wonderful rhythm and cadence! I must know more about her! I simply must!

I follow the sound further and further, and I find myself on an elevated cliff overlooking the sea, rocks all around me. But no sooner than the moment I reach the middle of the hill, the singing stops.

I drop to my haunches, devastated. I feel like all joy has left my body. I feel like I'll never be happy again. I feel empty and lonely and isolated. For the rest of my days, I'll wonder why I wasn't allowed to find the source of the lovely singing, pondering if I'm perhaps being punished for some sin I've committed, or if perhaps I was always unworthy.

But the singing starts up again.

"Aaaaaah aaaaaah aaaaah …”

That singing! That sound! It's harmonious. It calls to me. I must know the source of such divine vocalization! I must know who has such a melodic voice! I get up and move into the direction the coastal water.

I barely notice as purple mist begins to rise up from the seawater and collect around my hooves. As if pulled in by imperceptible chains which have been padlocked to my hooves, I move closer and closer to the water. I'm helpless to resist. To do anything but obey.

I walk along the water, moving further and further into the water. I get so far that I dip below the surface and run out of sand and shoal for me to stand on. I flip upside down, hanging uselessly in the water. For a brief moment, I'm myself again. I realize I'm going to drown quickly if I don't go back up for some fresh air.

I try to swim upwards, but there's a disturbance in the water around me which distracts me. The water shifts around me, changing shape, and I find myself with my head encased inside a bubble, shining as it reflected the sunlight coming in from above the waves.

I put my hooves to the bubble and test it. It wiggles and jiggles at my touch, but it holds firm. I look around, curious as to who – or what – is responsible for saving my life and giving me this protection.

After considering whether or not I should go back and tell Applejack, I decide to swim further into the depths, swimming away from the coastline in my pursuit of the mysterious singer. I want to know who she is, and in the time it would take to find the others and bring them here, she could get away.

I've swam out some distance away when I stop and question if I will find it. I would have thought I'd seen her by now, or at least some hint she'd been here.

I do not have to wait long before my questions are answered. Slowly coming into view, a huge creature appears before my eyes, her tail dragging along and kicking up a cloud of dust on the seafloor. She's beautiful, despite her odd appearance. She looks to be something like a cross between a pony and a fish – perhaps some sort of mermaid or sea serpent. She's several times my size, with a prominent snout, a fin-crest running down her back, and two fins which appear to be her arms. There's an odd gemstone which seems to be embedded into the center of her chest, as if sewn into her flesh.

She spend some time, staring at me, as if I was some kind of oddity or knick-knack which drifted into her domain by mistake.

“Hello!” I wave my hoof at her, growing nervous from her steady gaze. “I'm sorry to intrude on what I assume to be your house, but I've been looking for the source of this wondrous singing I've been hearing. I don't suppose you would know anything about it?”

She continues to stare at me. She smiles, puts her fins over the gem in her chest, and opens her mouth. I hear the singing again. She's the singer! She's the one who's been leading me here this whole time!

I feel my body relax and I give a smile as I listen to her harmonic tones. Her wonderful, pitch-perfect voice. She begins to change the lyrics, which I appreciate. Even as melodic as her voice is, I don't think I could stand for many more “aaaah's” repeated over and over. Her voice becomes deeper. Husky. Sultry.

“Aaaah … aaah aaaah …. ooooh …. oooh … Do Re Mi Fa So … Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do … ”

She sings and sings, looking at me with seductive, flirtatious eyes. She's beckoning me.

I answer her beckon. I swim towards her, kicking my hooves until I'm close to her chest. She proceeds to life her tail up off the ocean floor and curl it overhead, wrapping me up in her body. She proceeds to rub and squeeze and coil around me.

I really owe Fluttershy and Sunset Shimmer an apology now. All this time, I've been skeptical of how Fluttershy could like being wrapped in Sunset's coils so much, but now, as I'm being rubbed and massaged by this creature's smooth scales, I must admit … I'm starting to see the appeal. It's so tight and dare I say, comfortable. Reassuring, you might say, to have an embrace so tight you know she'll never let go ...

I realize … I don't even know her name.

Apparently done with her cuddle session, the sea-creature unwraps her tail and swims above me. She puts her fins on my sides, holding in my body place while she reaches over to my Cutie Mark. She sticks out her fishy tongue and gives it a lick.

“Oh!” I squeal and moan. “Darling, that's really not appropriate behavior! We've only just met!”

She ignores me and continues, running her tongue up and down my Cutie Mark. I won't lie, I'm beginning to enjoy it, but … to engage in this kind of foreplay, so soon after meeting each other? I can't say I'm terribly enthused with the idea.

“Darling, really.” I say, beginning to struggle in her grasp. “This is terribly inappropriate!”

She lifts her head and gives me an annoyed look. Despite my previous objections, I feel myself … disappointed in myself. I feel like I've let her down.

She begins to sing again. And all my previous objections are forgotten. I want her. I want her to lick my Cutie Mark, and to do several other nasty, naughty, indecent things to me. I need her. Such a beautiful voice … how could I ever say no?

She resumes licking for only a fleeting few seconds before lifting her head up and wrapping her tail around me again. She lifts the end of her tail and brings it down, hard, onto my glutes, giving me a firm, painful spank which I can't help but squeal in response to.

Now I realize … she wants to have intercourse with me. I realize some other things as well. The singing was to lure me here, into the water, with her. She was the one who created the bubble around my head so I could breath. All so she could have sex with me. This is what she does. She uses her mind-controlling singing to bring potential lovers into the water and proceeds to have her way with them while they're under her spell.

She raises her tail and spanks me yet again. I'm too enthralled with her voice to tell her no outright, but …

“Darling?” I speak. “Um, I'm willing to give you what you want, but … could you refrain from that? It's beginning to get a tiny bit painful ...”

She looks at me. She smiles and nods. She reaches her massive head over and licks my Cutie Mark on the other side, pressing her tongue deeper than before, coating my diamond-markings with her saliva … which I imagine should wash right off, given that we're underwater, but oh well. One mustn't be too questioning of their surroundings, or they'll lose all enjoyment out of life.

She retreats, swinging herself and holding me in front of her. She lets go of me and gestures to the gem on her chest.

I look up at her face, not sure what she wants or what I should do. “You ...” I look down at the gem again. “You want me to return the favor?”

She nods.

“O-okay … I'll do my best.” I tell her. I swim towards her chest, placing my hooves on her scaly underbelly. Pressing the bubble my head is contained up against her gem, I do my best to run my tongue over the gem through the bubble. It tastes … like a gemstone, actually. It's not a pleasant taste, though I've certainly experienced worse. Goodness, how does Spike eat so many of these? Then again, I'm not a dragon.

I continue to lick it, earning a shivering moan from the sea-creature. I pull my head up, looking at her for approval. I begin to rub my hoof over her chest-gem, and from there, I alternate between rubbing and licking it, earning approving moans from my musical mistress.

She begins to squirm and wiggle and attempt to adjust herself, trying to keep it where I can continue to stimulate her gem while she can stimulate my Cutie Mark. It took a few tries, but she succeeds, pressing her tongue and her smooth lips against my flank.

I fade out of her control for a moment. “Darling … please.”

She gives me a quizzical look before vocalizing again. In an instant, I'm back under her spell and eagerly licking the gem through my bubble.

She proceeds to press her lips against my Cutie Mark, kissing and suckling it.

“Ooooh!” As I'm overwhelmed by pleasure, I try to match what she's doing, wrapping my lips around her gemstone and nursing it gently.

I continue to moan as she presses and kisses my Cutie Mark. Oooh … oooh … oooh! I never – I never realized my Cutie Mark could be so sensitive. Oooh …

As she presses her lips further, testing how far she can get, my tail begins to wag in the water. What am I doing? I am not a dog. I am a pony! An equine, not a canine!

Ooooh … but I don't suppose that really matters right now.

I continue to nurse her gemstone. I begin to feel contractions going through her body, little pulses which start in her chest and go down the length of her tail. Knowing that I must be pleasing my mistress, I am motivated to increase my suckling efforts, sucking more intensely on the precious stone.

She notices, and she will not let me go unrewarded. She stops to breath before giving my Cutie Mark one big, long suck, and my body starts to give some contractions of its own.

As the two of us carried on sucking, eager to please the other and make them orgasm first, she has a way to tip the odds in her favor.

She lifts her tail up and brings it around, placing it up against my Cutie Mark on the other side. She rubs it all over, pleasuring me more, before lifting it up and bringing it down for another hard (though still more gentle than the last one) spank.

Despite my earlier reluctance, I deeply enjoy it. I lose it. I release the gem from my mouth so I can have the room to my moan as my body is overwhelmed with pleasure and I orgasm. I moan and blush as I feel the contractions and the pressure leaving my body.

With her business evidently done, the sea-creature releases her hold on me. She smiles before turning and swimming away, her tail bobbing up and down in the water.

I close my eyes, relaxing after my intense release. The bubble around my head pops, though in my relaxed state, I easily float to the surface.

“Oh … hmm?” Disoriented as my body surfaces over the water, I get up and rub my head. “What happened?” I ask to nopony as I'm released from my trance. I blush as I recall the exact details. I look up to the sky, surprised to see it's become sunset. Was I down there that long?

I take in the natural beauty of the scenery. The sunset's deep light reflecting on the glimmering water is a sight to behold. The solar orb hanging over the ocean like some divine, bejeweled crown in the sky, complimented by said sky's lovely shade of pink … oh, it's magnificent, darling!

“Hey! Guys! I found her! She's over here!”

I turn my head at the sound of Sweetie Belle's voice. She's waving her hoof, and Applejack, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo all come running up to her.

“There ya are!” Applejack says. “We've lookin' for y'all all day. Where have ya been?”

I open my mouth to answer, before remembering what the answer was. I was not exactly willing to divulge where I was and, more importantly, what I was doing while Sweetie Belle and her friends were where they could hear me.

“Oh … nowhere special.” I lie. “Just admiring the natural scenery.”

“Were ya, now?” Applejack asks, somewhat skeptical. She looks up at the sunset and takes her hat off in respect for the beautiful imagery. “Well, I guess I can believe that. We'll be headin' on home now, before it gets dark. You comin'?”

“Go on without me, darlings.” I tell them. “I'll catch up.”

Applejack nods and puts her hat back on. She motions Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and Apple Bloom to move along before following them. She tips her hat at me, and I wave to her before turning around and drinking in the natural beauty some more.

Oh ... I just remembered something, as I'm floating here in the water. I still owe Sunset and Fluttershy an apology. I've misjudged the both of them harshly.

I notice something in the water. I see a great shadow under the waves, moving deftly like a shark. I soon realize it's the sea-creature who had serenaded and seduced me, swimming away into the horizon.

I wave at her. She stops. Without leaving the water, she waves back. She resumes her course, swimming off into the sunset until she fades away.

Smiling to myself over our little secret, I paddle my way to the shore and head after the others.

Author's Note

The line Rarity mentions about a vest and the Crystal Empire is a reference to the events of the awkwardly-titled "Buffin' Up For "Sinnytars" story, which was another entry in the Sensual Spirals before this one that was told from Applejack's perspective.

This chapters is a little shorter than the last one. I like to think I'm not normally too hung about chapter length, but I find it odd I somehow wrote Rarity's chapter to be shorter than Rainbow Dash's, considering Rarity's flowery way of speaking compared to Dash's bluntness.

The creature Rarity has sex with it, if you missed it, is a Siren, though one unrelated/separate from Adagio Dazzle's group of Sirens. Using the names of Adagio Dazzle's group as a basis for Siren naming schemes, I've dubbed the Siren in this story "Rhythm Photon."

Hoooo, that subplot with Rarity and Fluttershy and Sunset gave me trouble like you wouldn't believe. Let me count the ways ...

1) I came up with a scene where Rarity goes to Fluttershy first, only to flee when Sunset Shimmer enters the conversation and Rarity runs away, imagining the interaction between Sunset and Fluttershy described in the story. I toss it out because it made Rarity seem like a jerk.

2) I come up with a different scene where they go straight to Applejack. Instead, Applejack describes the scene at Fluttershy's house as a hypothetical scenario in reference to the deleted scene.

3) After finishing the chapter and going over it a bit, I decide to put the scene at Fluttershy's house back in, only with some revisions to make her seem like less of a jerk. And it would be fine at this point, except I want to make one last mention of the apology Rarity owes Fluttershy as the story comes to a close, but I want the chapter to end on Rarity waving goodbye to Rhythm Photon.

I think I managed to combine the two ending lines well enough, though.