A Rarity to Behold

by goldenmoonpony

Rating: teen
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, Fleur de Lis, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Romance, Fancypants, Rarity, Big Macintosh
Length: 13703

Rarity is getting strange phone calls and is being stalked.

Rarity feels like she's in a dream. In only a few months, she meets Fancy Pants, and his over-adoring wife Fleur, designs a wedding dress for one of the most exclusive weddings ever, and, best of all, falls in love. However, her dream is about to be shattered. Walking home to the boutique, going to the Library, out to buy some carrots, she catches fleeting glimpses of a mysterious pony figure wherever she goes. If that is bad enough, in the middle of the night she'll get pleading phone calls from an anxious mare, offering warnings and asking for help. She tries to shake it off, but Twilight knows what's up. Something sinister is revolving around Rarity. But who's causing it?

Thanks to LandUnderWave for the idea: http://www.fimfiction.net/user/LandUnderWave

Published 2012-04-27 02:54:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-06-17 20:26:37 UTC

A Living Dream

No, it couldn't be.

It couldn't be him. No, no, it was all wrong!

He was her rise to fame. Her reason why she could pay the bills. Why she was still Rarity the Unicorn.

"Well, Rarity. You don't know how long I've waited for you. How long I've wished for you to be mine." A leer spread across the pony's face.

No, no, no. Panic sent her heart racing. No, no, no, it was just a dream. Just a dream. She bit her lip, trying to wake herself up. Blinked multiple times.

Why wasn't it working?!

"Oh, don't do that. You're making your lips bloody." Slowly, the anonymous figure leaned in and kissed the blood away. "There we go. Back to the perfect mare." The pony smiled.

"Why, why are you doing this? Why won't you let me free?! LET ME GO!" It hurt Rarity to act this unladylike, but she had to.

"Why? You wish to know why?" The pony twirled a locket, looking at the picture inside. "Oh, I don't think you'd want to know the reason." For a third time, the pony smiled. However, this one wasn't loving. It was evil.

Pure evil.

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Rarity couldn't believe it. Just the sheer thought made her want to squeal and bounce like Pinkie. However, being a proper lady, she only allowed herself a cultured giggle, and a slight frenzy of stomps. Why, this was even better then meeting Fancy Pants, or designing Cadence's dress!

Finally calming herself down, Rarity let out a sigh, and leisurely laid herself down on the couch. She'd been so lucky the past few months, with all the opportunities that had come her way. Why, business was bustling at the Carousel Boutique! Many Canterlotian ponies found their way to Ponyville, paying extravagantly for a hoofmade dress by the lovely Rarity. So far, her many collections were displayed at Hoity Toity's shop, one by one, one after another. This had all been hard on Sweetie though, with her being on overtime for months. Ponies just couldn't seem to get enough of her dresses. It was leaving her frazzled.

So, in an effort to make Sweetie happy, she'd been dropping her off at Applejack's place with Apple Bloom. With her constant coming and goings, Rarity was almost an Apple herself! And, anyhow, that couldn't be so bad, right? After all, it had introduced her to... HIM! Why in fact, the pony Rarity had fallen in love with was none other than...

Big Macintosh.

And he loved her back! Why, she had to remember the day he became all hers...

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"Oh, he's just the most delicious thing." She muttered, envisioning him working, muscles rippling. "How I wish he could be mine. But, it isn't entirely possible, is it? I mean, he's... uncouth, while look at me! We really are two different ponies." At this, she sighed.

Opal's hiss rang out. This meant Rarity had forgotten to feed her. But... All of a sudden she bolted up. Hurriedly she checked the clock on the wall. "Oh my goodness! I was supposed to pick Sweetie up twenty minutes ago! Oh, I hope she isn't fretting." Dashing around the room, he tried to make herself more presentable for Big Mac. Even if they couldn't be together she had to look her best. "A lady never has a hair out of place," she murmured to herself.

Realizing, again, that she had to get going, the fashionista magicked the brush down and rushed out onto the cobblestone street. Walking leisurely, but speedier then was probably ladylike, she finally made it to Sweet Apple Acres. Rarity climbed onto the porch.

"Yoo hoo. Applejack?" A white, perfectly manicured hoof was lifted to knock. As it fell against the door, and hit it three times in rapid succession, indigo eyes peered inside. "Applejack? Sweetie Belle? It's time to come home!" The last sentence she uttered as an order.

A few minutes she waited, and she could take it no longer, She trotted around, and to the back, where she knew the back door was always unlocked.

"Sweetie Belle! You come home this INSTANT." Rarity's ears perked. In the bushes to the right she heard giggling. "I've got you now..." Tiptoeing lightly, she snuck up behind the bush.

A head with a cotton-candy mane slowly peeked out. "Hey where'd she go?" A certain purple-maned marshmallow-y pony was crouched behind he foal, ready to strike.

This was her chance.

"AHAHAHA!" Rarity pounced on the bush, tackling her sister in a bear hug. She was careful not to get too dirty, and brushed a speck of dirt of her back.

"Sis! You ruined it! I was gonna to scare you!" Sweetie pushed her sister way. and slouched on the ground, pouting.

"Oh, Sweetie," She giggled in spite of herself. "Don't take it personally." A sudden idea popped into her head. "Sweetie
Belle, would you like to scare somepony else with me?" A sly tone crept into her voice.

"Oh, can I? Can I, can I, can I?!" The cotton candy-maned unicorn bounced in excitement. She skidded to a stop. "Who who who? Applejack? Apple Bloom? No, Granny Smith! Granny Smith, Granny Smith! Oh, this is gonna be fuuuun."

"Oh, no, no, no, Sweetie Belle. We're not going to scare Applejack, OR Apple Bloom OR Granny Smith. "...We're going to frighten" --Rarity leaned her head down-- "Big Macintosh."

Sweetie Belle's eyes became large pools of disbelief. "Big Mac? But... but he's so calm. It's impossible to scare him! Trust me, Apple Bloom and I have tried." Dejectedly Sweetie laid down.

"Sweetie Belle, do you really have that little faith in me? Why, follow my lead." Hips swaying confidently, and with a little bit of hair-fixing, she was trotting off into the orchard.

"Wait, Sis, wait for meeeeeee!"

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It was a simple task trying to get Big Mac frightened. Rarity's plan had even worked! Why, a simple plan for a simple task was always the best way to go. Not those complicated ideas her sister and her silly little friends always came up with. It seemed, though, that Big Macintosh had a reputation to keep up. At least with his sister. So, in return for telling not telling her little sister that Rarity's plan succeeded, he he would tell her one little truth about himself. And, naturally, being a lover of gossip, she just had to know who the silent mule was yearning for.

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"Ok, Sweetie, wait here for me, alright? If my original plan fails, I need you to let go of that branch you're holding there. Is that alright with you, dear?" It wasn't that Rarity didn't want to Sweetie to see her master plan in action, along with the delightful bonus of seeing Big Macintosh scared, but she was worried Sweetie would get in the way. The dear was a delight, and very sweet, but she was a tad clumsy.

"Well, I'd rather help you, but okay." She heaved a sigh.

"Why, Sweetie, don't you see how important your job is? Why, if I can't scare him, It's all up to you. Not anypony else, but you. That's a big responsibility," She winked. "and an honor to be able to scare Big Macintosh. If you do, you should feel proud of yourself." She gathered Sweetie in a hug. "If you really want to scare him, I need you to do this for me."

The pep talk really seemed to cheer her up. "Ok, Rarity! So, this branch, this one right here?" Rarity nodded to confirm. "Ok, so not too, far but... just..." She bent it back so it almost touched the trunk of the tree. "...right. Okay, all ready sis!" A salute was given. "I'll wait for your signal!"

A few moments later, a bellow-shriek was heard by Sweetie, which scared all the birds out of the apple trees, and almost made her let go of the branch she was holding.

"Shhh, really, darling, you should learn to be more silent! If you wish for Applejack to not laugh at you, I suggest practicing." A disdainful glare was given.

"Uhhh... Miss Raretee?" Head hung low in shame, a blush was spreading across his cheeks.

"No, no, darling, it's RarITy. No 'Miss' no ee, RarITy." The confusion over her name was perfectly understandable. It was sort off an odd one. "Oh, yes, darling?"

"We-well... To keep up my rep with Applejack, would you mind not tellin' anypony you scared lil' ol' me? Knowing me so well, she'd probably laugh." Nervously, he switched the stalk of wheat from one side of his mouth to the other. "I'll offer you somthin' in trade."

"Oh, really darling?" She scooched closer, wondered what he was going to propose.

"N-not much really. I just thought that since no one knew much 'bout lil' 'ol me, you... you could ask me a t-truth?"

Ooh, she couldn't wait to choose. What deep, dark truths could she uncover about that silent work horse? Abandoned foalhood secrets, nearly forgotten by friends, and even family? Embarrassing accidents, results of stupid ideas? Or- Wait. She knew what she wanted to know. Rarity just wasn't sure if she could ask.

"Big Macintosh?" Rarity's gentle voice interrupted his thoughts. "Well, I've been wondering... If you could have anypony in Ponyville..." Even she could't believe she was going to ask this. "Who would you want most to be your mate?"

Judging by his pause, and large gulp, she knew she chose something he didn't want to reveal. Why? Embarrassment, or apprehension? Oh, it didn't matter, really. She knew he had to tell her.

"Ah-ah... would want..." He gulped, loudly. "You."

In the Shadows

"You... you monster! How long have you been doing this to other mares? Mares like me?!" Rattling in her chains, Rarity howled to be let free.

"Longer then you'd think, my dear." Teeth flashed in the dim light. "At first glance, I'm normal, cultured. No one expects a thing." The grin grew wider. "Especially those dumb mares."

"Like me?" Rarity asked stubbornly.

The figure kneeled before the white unicorn, shocked. "Why would you say that? They're not like you. You're perfect. The rest were flawed. Too tall, too skinny, some couldn't cook, or were disorganized. But you," It leaned forward. "You. Are. Perfect." Gathering equipment, which appeared to the hair-savvy pony to be a curling iron, brushes, and assorted tubes, the pony kneeled before Rarity. "Now, shall we get on with your... beauty treatment?"

"AUGHHHHHH!"

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She was floating on air.

Today was her monthiversary with Big Macintosh, and they had been together for, obviously, a month. Today she was going into town to complete her present for him: A golden-yellow topaz pin for the scarf she knitted for him. Rarity knew he wasn't one to wear clothing, but winter winds were settling in, and she wanted to make sure that while he was tending the acres, he didn't get sick. Although, it would be a great time to play nurse...

The unicorn shook her head, perfect purple curls bouncing. No time for thoughts like that! She had a pin to pick up. Entering the jewelry store, a shadow was seen in an alley across from the library. Thinking it curious, she looked. Turning her head, all she saw was the wind blowing a piece of paper. Laughing at her mistake, she trotted on, crossing the step of the store, and inside.
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This was too early. I should have known her keen eyes would have sought out my presence. While this may be bad now, when she's in my grasp, everything will be perfect. Now to just get rid of her successor, the hideously flawed one... Problem is, I think she suspects something. I must keep her away from the phones...

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Rarity held up her creation. "Oh, it's just marvelous! I know he'll love it so." Crooning over her masterpiece, she lightly folded it back into the silver box, making sure the pin was shining on top. "Hmmm, the pin should be centered more here... no, more to the right..." Her tongue was sticking out of her mouth in a very unladylike way. "The left... Perfect!" When she was pleased with her work, blue tendrils of magic twisted and folded apple-printed ribbon into a large, fancy bow. "Eeeee! I can't wait to show it to him!"

She also couldn't wait to see him. So, not wanting to wait the ten minutes in which they were supposed to meet, she packed her things in silvery saddlebags, tied the knots, and was sauntering off. Trotting down the streets, she attracted gazes, envious eyes looking at her coat, her mane, her clothing. Rarity ate up the attention. She loved to be in the spotlight, to be the one adored.

For a long time though, she hadn't noticed the emptiness in her heart, a space for her to be the one adoring. That spot was filled though, promptly one month ago. A gleeful smile stretched across her face again, as she thought of all the fun they'd had in a month. While all that was exciting, she couldn't wait for the rest of their life together. She was sure he was her prince.

Tripping over a stray stone, she tumbled down a hill, and into a pile of hay. Seeing another dark shadow, she whipped around, opening her mouth to ask if he put that stone in her path deliberately. "Why hello there sug'rcube." A slow voice drawled behind her.

Embarrassed about her current state, she whipped around, sending her hair into a disarray. "B-big Macintosh! H-how, w-what are you doing here?" Flustered, she tried combing her mane with a hoof, while also trying to get all the hay bits out. Seeing after a little bit that she was failing, her hoof found the ground again. Ponyville's premier fashionista would have to be happy with her appearance.

"Well, sug'rcube, I live in this 'ol barn. And you interrupted me in the middle of doin' mah chores." A slight grin played across Big Mac's face as he nuzzled her cheek.

"W-why, I'm sorry, I must look a fright." To accompany her words, white fur flushed a deep magenta, adding a bit too much color to her colorless cheeks. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't even be here right now. I'll be back in ten." She stood to go.

"Why're you runnin', sug'rcube? It's only lil' 'ol me." He looked around, and tried to inconspicuously sniff himself for disturbing odors.

"Oh- oh, no reason." She tried to laugh it off, but only managed a shivering giggle. This didn't convince anyone, let alone Big Mac.

The real reason? Well... She and Big Mac hadn't exactly been dating in public. In fact, only Twilight knew. Rarity knew she wouldn't give her secret away, as she wasn't a big blabbermouth anymore. No, she was working on that. And, surprisingly, the bookworm gave good relationship advice, despite never being in one. Must be all those romance books. The purple unicorn was a hopeless romantic under all that knowledge.

Sending curls flying around her head, Rarity forced herself to stop thinking about that. They were here, planning to come out today to Applejack, Granny Smith and Apple Bloom. But first, Applejack. They needed the one least likely to approve, approve first. Realizing what they were about to do, a delicate frame gave a shiver. Not from cold, from fear.

She'd seen Applejack beat other ponies to a pulp who wanted to be with her brother. Who said that wasn't going to happen to her? Who knew, would Applejack beat her up? Ruin her beautiful face? Not be her friend anymore? Scenarios raced through her head.

"Ah thought you were mah friend! But friends don't go after their friend's brothers!" Applejack chased her with a bat, all around, and cornered her in a barn...

"You slut! Takin' advantage of my bro like that! i never want to see you again! Just GO!" Rarity was rudely shoved out the door. "And I don't wanna see Sweetie anymore neither!"

"Ya know how we deal with your kind back home?" Applejack pounded her hoof with the brass ring into her other hoof. Biting back tears, Rarity shook her head 'no'. "Well, I'll guess ya'll find out..."

"Rarity? RARITY?" A large hoof was waving in front of her face. "Hmph. Wonder what she's thinkin' about..." All of a sudden, her eyes popped open, with a tear snaking out of one. "R-rarity?..." She dove into his forearms sobbing, shrieking about Applejack ruining her beautiful face, or not wanting to be her friend anymore.

Big Mac held her at hoof's length. "Now, were'd you get such silly ideas?" The stalk shifted back in forth in his mouth rapidly. "Mah sister is kinder then that!"

Rarity didn't look up. "I... I know. She-she's just so protective of you... What'll she think of up?" Her tear-streaked face was lifted to look him in the eyes. "What'll happen to me? You? Our love?" A sniffle escaped her.

She also didn't want to let him know that she was a little shaken up about seeing a pony fleeing the scene in two places she'd been today. It was making her a little more dramatic than usual. Shaking her head, and saying it was only coincidence, she stood up.

"Come on, darhlin'. It'll be fine." He gave her a hug for reassurance. "Now, let's go."

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That two-timing, double-crossing bi-!

Calm down.

I know it's just a fling. I know her better then he does. She'll never stay with that lug of a pony. and when she leaves you, she'll come running to me.

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Rarity leaning on Big Mac, the two of them made it to the door of Sweet Apple Acres. Both staring at the door, neither made a move to open it and face the ponies that would be inside. Turning to look at each other, both got a sudden sense of calm. Slowly moving in closer, they lips met. It was nothing passionate, just sweet and gentle.

"Well, isn't this just nice." Shooting apart, the two stole a quick glance at each other, and looked at the ground.

Blushing heavily, Big Mac met his sister's gaze. "H-hi Sis." His emerald eyes soon found the ground too. Suddenly, his interest was on a slowly crawling caterpillar.

"Well howdy there Big Mac." Lashed green eyes shot a a look Rarity's way.

Tears were brimming in Rarity's blue eyes. "I knew she wouldn't accept us..." Trying to hold in sobs, it sounded strangled. Trying to stop the tears, a leaf was picked off a tree and used as a makeshift handkerchief. The unicorn could feel the mascara running down her cheeks.

"Ah, Sis, look what you did!" Stepping protectively in front of Rarity, he wiped away her tears with unshorn fetlocks. "I'm not going to take it anymore. I love Rarity, and you can't break up apart." The work horse was referring to the other ponies Applejack had protectively scared off, whether by beating, or just blame old threats.

"What did Ah do?" Realization dawned on her face. "No, no, this is a mistake!" A hearty laugh was heard. "If anyone deserves my bro, it would be one of my friends." A wink was shot Rarity's way, causing her to stop sniffling, and blush madly. " 'Specially my gal pal Rare here."

A light kiss was planted on Applejack's cheek, and a delicate white chin was soon resting on top of a messy blonde mane.

"Oh, thank you Applejack! I was so worried." A nervous laugh was heard. "Really quite silly. But, the main point is," a gentle smile was pointed in the orange mare's direction. "Thank you."

A light smile graced the apple pony's own face. "Welcome to the family, Rare."

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Awwww. HOW SWEET.

Shhhh. Remember, one breath in, hold, out. Repeat.

Phew. That was close. Well, Rarity you may have gained a new family, but they'll be missing you soon. You're all mine.

All. Mine.

Tears of a Mare

"Ugh. Rarity, I know I've been trying to solve your case, but I haven't gotten anywhere with it! If I can offer no help, then you should go to the police." Twilight's rump fell to the floor with a crash.

The white unicorn nuzzled a purple cheek, trying to make the owner feel better. "Twilight, darling, I only trust you with the troubles of Miss Rarity the Unicorn! No police detectives will treat my case as well as you."

"Rarity, you need to go to the police! This is really serious, and I can't protect you anymore."

"Darling, Twilight, I told you, I need no protecting! I really don't believe in this 'stalker' nonsense. I was simply overreacting because I've been working too long. Simple, really. But, you know, if you believed in it, I might as well let you figure it all out." With a 'hmm', she turned tail, and walked to the front door.

When she was five feet away from the door, a rock flew through the window next to it. Glass rained down just in front of her, with only one stray piece nicking her hoof, staining the fur red. She licked her hoof, turning around to ask Twilight if she had some gauze, or a Band-Aid. However, indigo eyes observed a rock.

A rock thrown through the window, with a note.

Shuffling over, Rarity read the words over Twilight's purple shoulder.

I am real, Rarity. Fear me.

It was written in the same hoofwriting as the note on the ring.

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"Ugh..." A soft groan escaped between white lips as Rarity woke up.

In a strange blue-plaid bed.

"Wahahaha!" She shook her head. "W-where am I? No, no, let me go! Let me go!"

It was one of her nightmares come true. Strange house, strange bed. Nowhere... nowhere to go...

"Rarity! Rarity, sug'rcube, you're all right!" Large red forelegs embraced Rarity, while she lightly cried into the matching red shoulder.

"B-big Mac! I-I'm sorry for the scene... J-just woke up from a nightmare, I guess." Here she was, making excuses again. She knew the truth would soon have to be said to her lover.

"Sug'rcube, what's going on? I've been waitin' until you wanna tell us, but because of this, Ah think ya needa tell us now."

Or the truth could come out now. You know, whatever.

"Oh... Ok, darling. But, could you get Applejack too? I think she'd like to hear this." Her head hung down, a little frightened about telling them about her... experiences.

"Ok, sug'rcube. We'll be downstairs at the kitchen table. And if Ah know my sis," his head turned, and inviting smile upon it, "she'll have a delicious breakfast ready, just fer you."

Rarity's mouth was salivating, imaging apple fritters, apple pie, apple dumplings. "I'll be right down!" She giggled, and Big Mac smiled. He knew the unicorn loved Applejack's cooking. "Just let me freshen up. It'll be five minutes, I promise."

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Once downstairs, the pungent smell of apple pastries hit a certain white unicorn's nose. Rarity knew she was trotting faster then a lady probably should, but she didn't care. There were delicious things in the kitchen, delicious things that might help get rid of her plaguing nightmares.

"Applejack, you have outdone yourself once again! These apple fritters are ravishing. You must give me your recipe!" She was one her third, not realizing how hungry she was. Thinking back, all her work and fear had taken away her time to eat. Her fridge was probably empty, anyway. After those sightings in marketplace, she didn't want to stay long enough to grocery shop.

"Slow down there, sug'rcube. You're eating those fritters awfully fast. So," Applejack gained a cheeky grin, "are they any good?"

She received a head-nod in answer. Finally, Rarity was done with her fritter, and all that was left on her plate was a pile of crumbs. Sipping water, she cleared her throat, and began.

"I'm sorry for my behavior these last few days. I've been having an awful time, what with these sightings, and all."

"What sightin's? What have you been seein', suga'rcube?" Both Applejck and Big Mac leaned forward.

"Oh, a... a pony's figure. With a blue tail. Everywhere I go." And so, she recounted her multiple sightings.

Applejack started to giggled, failing to hold it in. "Why, you're jumping ta conclusions, Rare! You could just be seeing multiple Ponyville citizens! We do have many residents with blue tails, ya know."

This made the unicorn angry. "Do Ponyville citizens hide behind bushes?! I think not! Did any of them have this shade of blue in their tails? I think not! My dear," White hooves were placed on the table, an unladylike gesture. "I have been seeing someone."

Applejack started to feel bad. "Ah'm sorry, sug'rcube. It wasn't very nice of me to not believe ya."

"It's okay, dear. I had the same ideas."

Big Mac was unusually quiet during all of this, even for him. Then, he spoke. "Did he do anything else? Anything serious?"

White cheeks flushed a light red. "W-well you see... He gave me a diamond ring yesterday. In my mailbox. In fact," she looked up pleadingly, "that's why I came here. Don't worry Big Macintosh," she cuddled against his chest. "I turned him down flat."

Somewhere in the background, a certain farmpony was pretending to gag, sticking a hoof in her mouth as her brother and Rarity started to lean closer... and closer...

"Mhmm, are those fritters? Ah want one!" Apple Bloom had walked in, woken from her sleep by the shouting. "Hey Sis, what're Big Mac and Rarity doin'?" At this, the two ponies mentioned leaped apart, trying not to look at each other.

"Saved by the Apple Bloom." This was muttered under the breath of an orange pony, who's wish had been granted: For Rarity and Big Mac to stop whatever they were doing. "Come 'ere Apple Bloom, we'll get that belly of yours all filled up!"

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I can't wait much longer. I have to do what must be done.

It's the perfect plan. Once Rarity comes to the funeral of her successor, all I have to do is make it seem like I'm interested in her designs, and she'll lead me back to the Boutique. Or, her room at the castle. Whichever. Then, I just have to drug her with my 'special' tea...

This plan cannot fail. I just have to send a message to that oaf, Big Macintosh, and her librarian friend, Twilight Sparkle.

Which message?

Stay away from my Rarity.

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It was nighttime now, and Rarity was reading her library book on Victorian fashions. Big Mac had gone to the Boutique with her to grab it, along with a few others. With her red-rimmed glasses perched on the tip of her nose, indigo eyes reached the last word on the final page. Sighing, she took them off and put them down on the side table next to the bed. The unicorn was currently waiting for Big Mac to finish his chores. Then, she would cook him and his sister dinner before all three of them went to bed.

She had no idea how long she'd been waiting. It seemed to be forever before the door finally creaked open downstairs. Lifting herself from the bed, and down the flight of stairs, she found the two already at the table.

"Well, well, are you two hungry?" Vigorous nods answered. "I guess I'll just have to cook dinner! Oh, Applejack, do be a dear and call Apple Bloom and Granny Smith down, too. Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes."

Rarity's energy wasn't fully recovered yet. It would take more then one peaceful day of rest. So, she made a simpler dinner: a green salad with romane and iceberg lettuces, daisy petals, and dandelion leaves. There were also hay fried for the younger member.

Using her magic to tear the lettuce leaves and put them into the glass bowl, half the dinner was already done. She did the same with the daisies and dandelions as the hay was fried in a pan. Well the fries were well-cooked, and set out on a plate, all the other dishes were set down on the kitchen table.

Dinner was received well over all: "Mmmm. Rarity, ya can make fries better then ma sis!" and, "Good cooking as always sug'rcube." But, with any controversial subject, there were bad comments. "The lettuce is too crunchy. And the daisies weren't in season!" Ick. Granny Smith always was picky.

"Mhmm. You needa come over here more often, Rare! With my pastries paired with your cookin', we could run a five-star restaurant outta this house!" Crumbs were all around Applejack's mouth, and her plate was licked clean. It was clear she was pleased with dinner.

"Well, they do say a way to a colt's heart is through his stomach!" Rarity giggled as Big Mac blushed. He was teased pretty often about his large appetite. "Aww, it's okay dear! At least we know that if we do open a restaurant, you'll keep coming back for more!" Everypony laughed this time.

Applejack glanced at a clock. "Apple Bloom, it's time for bed. In fact, it may be a little later then it should be."

Before Apple Bloom could protest, Granny Smith joined in. "And mine too!" Laughter was heard all around.

"Aww, okay sis. G'nite everypony." Jumping off her seat, Apple Bloom's short yellow legs shuffled off.

"And make sure ya do your homework too!"

"All right sis!"

"Thank you for letting me sleep here. I don't want to stay longer then I should, so I'm going to stay at Twilight's." Rarity wiped her mouth with her napkin, and started to get up. Big Mac grabbed her hoof.

"Sug'rcube, you shouldn't." It was clear the farmpony was worried about her.

"Really, Big Macintosh, it's fine! If you really are that worried, I'll ask Twilight to put a protective shield around the treehouse." She smiled.

"Okay, fine. But at least lemme walk ya there."

It became obvious that he wouldn't take 'no' for an answer, so she consented. They both walked out the door, and into the night. On the way, both contributed to their conversation, most of it small talk. Finally, they arrived at their destination.

"Well, thank you for walking me Big Macintosh. I really do appreciate it."

"Aw, it's no problem sug'rcube. Just make sure you get ample protection. I don't wanna let this 'stalker get anywhere near you."

"Thanks, darling. Well, good night." She leaned in, giving him a passionate kiss. Waving as she walked into the Library, he stood in shock. As her tail disappeared inside, and the door slammed shut, he let a large goofy smile take over his face. He arrived home in the same state, but as soon as Applejack opened her mouth, he gave her a death stare, causing her to drop it.

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"Twilight, darling, thanks for letting me stay. I needed a place to go, and frankly, I didn't want to put Applejack, or Apple Bloom in danger."

"Oh, so it's fine to put me in danger?" The purple pony meant it to be joking, but it came out with a sharp edge.

In response, Rarity nuzzled her purple cheek. "Of course not darling! It's just that you have magic, and no matter what Applejack says, it's more powerful then her legs. You proved that when you scared off the intruder... when he tossed that rock..." Both of them zoned out, remembering.

A pink aura surrounded the building.

"What... what is this doing, Twilight, dear?"

"It's another protective spell. It'll keep the intruder from coming in the Library if he's still out there."

"And how will we know when he's gone?"

Suddenly, an electric zap was heard outside.

"What was that?! Twilight, darling, I trust you and all, but that sounds dangerous!"

"It's the charm. If her, or she, tries to get through it, or throw anything through, it'll deflect them. don't worry, neither of us are in danger."

"Oh."

After another one of the zaps was heard outside. They charged up the stairs, and under the sheets of Twilight's bed. After an hour of huddling together, Rarity fell asleep. Twilight remained on guard, peering out the window every few minutes, checking for a figure. After three hours of no more zaps, or dark shadows lurking outside, she laid down to rest.

"I'm sorry, dear, that was uncalled for. However, I do want to thank you for that night. What you did was honorable. It probably saved us." She nuzzled the other pony's purple cheek.

"Thanks, Rarity. It's the last I could have done. Well, the guest bedroom is open. I had Spike fix it this morning, just in case this happened."

"Thank you darling. I'm sorry, I don't really know how to repay you for your kindness. It's almost too much sometimes!"

A smile was sent in the direction of the white unicorn. "It's what friends do, Rarity. Well, I'll see you in the morning. I have some more studying to do, but feel free to go to sleep." She started to walk over to the bookshelves, but turned around. "Oh, and breakfast will be around eight in the morning. Sweet dreams."

"Sweet dreams to you too. Good night Twilight."

Rarity's blue eyes had started to droop, and this made her realize how sleepy she was. Slightly tripping as she walked up the stairs, she found the door to the guest bedroom. A hoof shoved the door open, then banging shut with the use of magick. Snuggling down into the covers, lids slowly covered her eyes. A burp, then a loud gasp was heard downstairs. Spike must have received an urgent letter from the Princess. Guess that means more studying for Twilight.Just as she about to drift off, the door slammed open, crashing against the wall loudly.

"Twilight! Whatever is the matter dear? You- you're about as white as I am!" Her try at humor failed. Twilight remained in a catatonic state, a letter suspended by her pinkish magick.

"R-rarity. You know your friend from Canterlot, that white unicorn with the pink mane? Who liked to pose a lot?" Rarity nodded. She knew Fleur de Lis well. "Well, let's just say, something happened to her that is very, very rare in Equestria."

This shocked Rarity. No. What did this mean?

Was she... murdered?!

A City in Mourning

After the initial shock of Fleur's death, and much crying from one of the unicorns, they finally calmed down enough to read the short summary included in the letter.

"Well, Rarity, it says here that she was strangled, but not manually." Twilight glanced over and saw a puzzled look on the other pony's face. "The perpetrator didn't use his hooves. Most likely, some type of belt or rope. However," a picture was included, and was floated out, "it would take a lot of pressure to create indents this deep. He must be strong. Think Big Macintosh strong."

"But, but he couldn't have done this!" Outrage was clear in the voice.

"No, no, I know that! Besides, he's been with you for the past week, around the time when she was killed. So, unless he snuck out while he was supposed to be doing his chores, went all the way to Canterlot and back in a couple hours, he should be innocent. An even at his top speed, is would be very near impossible."

Crisp, sharp knocks came from the other side of the room. "Package for a Miss Twilight Sparkle and Miss Rarity!" It was the postpony.

Twilight walked over to the door, opened it, signed a slip, and levitated the package inside. "Thank you!"

Rarity zoned in, curious. It was covered in normal brown packing paper, and tied with fraying twine. The librarian shook it slightly with her magick. "It must be the shipment of books that I've been expecting." A giddy tone crept into her voice. "One copy of Twilight's List, another of My Little Dashie, and Silent Ponyville."

"Well, everypony does love to write stories about us, don't they? We're famous!" They both shared a laugh.

"Let's open it up, then! I want to put these on the bookshelves." A pair was scissors was used to slice through the tape. When that was done, the cardboard flaps were lifted. Instead of seeing the cover art for one of the three above stories, they observed a lock of hair.

A two-tone, pink, curly lock.

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The package from earlier had scared Rarity, and to be honest, she still was, but that wasn't going to stand in the way of mourning politely. She was going to go to Fleur's funeral, which was to be held in Canterlot, three days from now. Twilight and Big Mac had both offered to come, but neither of them knew Fleur de Lis. It would just be awkward for everypony.

Packing her bag hurriedly, putting her two best gowns of black on the top to prevent creases, it took a short amount of time. Wanting to get to Canterlot a day early to have some time to herself, the unicorn checked the bus schedule on her dresser. Seeing the next train to her destination was going to leave in an hour, she put her blue travel bags by the door, and made some tea to calm her nerves. Going to the train station, she was met by a crowd of her friends.

"Oh, thanks for coming to say good-bye. To be honest, this whole matter has dampened my mood." She dabbed tears away with a hoofkerchief. She stepped onto the train. "Good-bye! I'll be back in two days."

"Bye, Rarity!" "Be safe, ya hear Rare!" "Love ya sug'rcube." "Oh, um, have fun. I guess."

As her pastel friends disappeared out of sight, Rarity stopped waving, and sat down smiling.

"Rarity! What a pleasure to meet you here."

Purple curls went flying as the dress-maker whipped around. "Fancy Pants! What brings you here?"

"Oh, I'm going to Fleur's funeral too. In fact, I was coming here to see your latest creations when I got the news. Tragic, isn't it? Strangulation is a painful way to die." Fancy Pants' entire face drooped in sadness, including his blue mustache.

"Yes, yes it is. I'm so very sorry. I remember how close the two of have always been."

"Well, we shall have to keep on living, won't we? Say, I have some business to take care to when we arrive, but will you give me the pleasure of getting a cup of tea together?"

Rarity tried her hardness not to squeal and stomp her feet in a giddy frenzy. Instead, she tried to keep the pleasure of her face, and in her cultured voice. "I too have somethings to attend to as well, but I may have some free time later. Shall we say, four o'clock? We can also get a light supper. I hear the Princess's Moon has a wonderful Chai tea lemonade."

"Alrighty then, four o'clock it is. Can't wait to see you Rarity!" He kissed her hoof, and went back to his sleeping compartment.

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Fancy Pants. Kissed. Her. Hoof.

This was amazing! The dress-maker knew her connections in Canterlot were good, but not good enough to permit one of the most prominent figures in fashion to kiss her delicate hoof!

"Eeeeee! This is fabulous!" Gaining odd looks from passerby, Rarity quickly composed herself, but not without a small giggle. "Oh, but don't forget Rarity, you need to pick up some flowers for the service. Hoity Toity also wants to talk about my upcoming line. In fact, what's my next line going to be?"

The next our or two in the fashionista's sleeping quarters consisted of brainstorming her new line. Crumpled balls of paper littered the floor, as well as broken pencils. Finally, indigo eyes shining, she levitated a sketch into the air.

"Perfect! It'll be a hit with all those friends of Fleur." The dress was destined to be white satin, with many mini gold and pale pink fleur de li rimming the bottom. A large purple one was on the chest like a crest.

It was a homage to Fleur herself.

Fabrics were extracted from blue luggage cases and set on the bed, barely settling before being cut by scissors. Rarity planned to start the dress now, and finish it in time for the funeral. Not only would it get free publicity, but might also be seen as a gesture to Fleur. Either way, it was going to be beautiful.

"A couple more stitches here... One more fleur de lis around the edge here... Oooh! Idea!" One lone fabric flower was taken out of the bag. It's multi-color blue petals shimmering wonderfully in the light. It was promptly placed, and stitched in the middle of the larger fleur de lis, almost directly over where the heart was located.

This one in turn was a memorial to Fancy Pants. The placement was to show off their love.

"Hmmm. I wonder what Fancy would think of it?" About to add three more stitches to secure the flower in place, she was interrupted by multiple raps on the door. It was opened to reveal Fancy Pants himself. His mouth was open to begin taking, but she cut him off.

"My, you startled me! I was just about to call on you. Tell me, what do you think of this dress?" Grasping his hoof in hers, the dress-maker led him to her creation. "I call it the 'Flower of our Hearts'. Do you like it? The entire design was based of Fleur, and your love for her!"

While her back was to him, Fancy had a dark look on his face. It was induced when she explained how the dress came into being. However, when she tilted her head back to hm, he smiled brightly. "Why, it's marvelous! Of course it would be, coming from you."

"Really? That means so much, coming from such an important fashion executor like you!" Rarity's eyes danced, little stars reflected in them.

"YES." Rarity flinched.

"Are-are you okay?" She shrunk a little.

He cleared his throat. "Sorry, sorry, something was stuck .Talking loud usually works. And it did!" They both shared a chuckle. "No, but I had to ask you, it turns out that tea at the cafe doesn't fit with my schedule." Rarity's face fell. "But, if you wish to come to my house, we can chat before the funeral, maybe around three. Will that be alright with you?" A piece of paper was levitated over to her. "This is my address. Even if you can't make it today, feel free to stop by anytime!"

The purple-maned unicorn's eyes popped open. A personal invitation to Fancy Pants' house? How could she say no?

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Suddenly she paused, and realized how it sounded. Her gaze shifted to Fancy Pants, who looked like he was stifling a laugh. "Wahaha!" Both of the unicorns burst out laughing merrily.

"So, I'm guessing that was a yes?" It was all they could do not to roll around on the floor clutching their sides.

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Six hours after her initial contact with Fancy, Rarity was awoken from her nap by the loud sighing of train engines. Stretching her forelegs, and packing the last scraps of fabric in the smallest of her six suitcases, she began to disembark. Using her magic to roll the luggage along, she found her carriage that would lead to her suite at the castle.

"Oh, this is marvelous! I had nearly forgotten how wonderfully cultured Canterlot is. Ponyville isn't necessarily uncouth it's just that," her thoughts turned to Applejack, Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie, "they just don't have the best manners."

"Miss Rarity, you're here." The blue and pink carriage's door was opened, and the white hoof of a pegasus soldier was offered.

The dress-maker giggled. "My, how charming! Thank you." Turning her head back, she gave a slightly more sensual smile. He might have been a good candidate for her Prince Charming, if all these workers weren't such workaholics.

The same as last time, the orange-maned beelboy carried her saddlebags up the castle's stairs, and into her room. Again, he looked pleased to be done with the ask of lifting her bags. He offered a good-bye though, as he left. "Have a good day miss."

"Oh, I will." Her answer was absent-minded, as she had plucked the half-finished dress out, and on one of her mannequins. The finishing details were just being placed, as she noticed what time it was. "My goodness, is it three already? I guess it's time for me to leave!"

Trotting on the way to Fancy Pant's mansion, she noticed one admiring gaze after another sent her way, and beamed brightly. This proved the unicorn's thought that she was getting more sleep and in turn, looking more like her usual self. This silly 'stalker' matter had finally stopped bothering her. The ring must have been sent to the wrong address, the rock and message through the window a practical joke, as well as the telephone calls. And the lock of hair? Why, Fancy must have sent it to her to make something of it, but without the note.

A light bump brought her out of her thoughts. Rarity was so distracted, the wrought-iron gate had soon met a delicate nose. A slight purplish discoloration was beginning to form, but it wasn't noticeable enough to mar her looks.

The speaker set in the gate crackled to life. Crkk "Who is this?"

Slightly intimidated, the rich voice wavered lightly. "It-it's Rarity. Rarity the Unicorn. I was supposed to meet Fancy Pants for tea at three."

"Rarity! My dear, you should have said so! Guards, please let my... special guest in."

Walking inside, her head swung around and around, admiring each little detail: a porcelain vase, beautifully woven tapestries, genuine hoof-weaved carpets.

A voice spoke behind her. "It's so nice to see you. Come, come, the tea's boiling in the kitchen."

Rarity whirled around, met by a blue-maned unicorn. "Why, Fancy, you frightened me! Now, what tea shall we be having?" She trotted into the kitchen alongside the other unicorn.

"Oh, it's a new blend. I decided to try it out on you." They had arrived in the kitchen, where as if on cue, a kettle began to whistle. A different shade of blue magic lifted it up, and poured the golden liquid into two cups. "Care to try a cup?" He pushed it nearer toward her.

She took a sip, trying her best not to burn her pink tongue. "Mhmm, it's delicious. It tastes like citrus fruit, with a hint of mint and... and something exotic. IT almost tastes like my sleeping pills. Tell me, what's the name of this?"

"Oh, it's just Orange Ginger with some extra... herbs I added myself." His tea was untouched.

However, she took another sip. "Say, I have something to ask you. What did you want me to do with the lock of Fleur's hair you sent me?"

"What hair? I didn't send you any hair."

A flash of shock and fear pounded in her chest. At the exact moment, her eyes started to droop. She started to feel sleepy. "W-what do you mean?"

"Oh, Rarity... There's so much I haven't told you."

This alarmed her even more. Staggering up, she sluggishly moved nearer to him. "W-what did you do to m-me?" Everything was fading... The edges of her vision was turning black. "The stalker- he-he was real. W-why?"

"Because," he smiled down toward her, "you're perfect."

She collapsed in his lap, eyes almost completely shut. "I-it's you."

Everything went dark.

Revenge by a Unicorn

It'd been two days since Rarity was expected to be home. Nopony was much worried. A letter had arrived the day before postmarked 'Canterlot.' Inside, the note had explained that some business opportunities had popped up, and she was taking an extra week off to handle them.

The letter was believable; the excuses realistic. However, Twilight was still suspicious. Some phrases from the letter weren't as... Rarity-like. In other words, not exactly how she would speak. For instance, when asking Fluttershy to watch her darling cat for her, instead of calling her 'Opal' it was 'Opalesence'. Rarity only called Opal by her full name occasionally.

Nopony believed Twilight's silly little theory, so she dropped it. Secretly though, with the help of Spike, had contacted the Princess, asking for the whereabouts of Rarity all day. According to the guards the Princess conferred with, she was still safe. She had either left for coffee or meetings.

Finally, Twilight stopped worrying.

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Round, wet droplets surrounded Rarity on the concrete floor. Fancy Pants just watched, his grin growing larger as the amount of tears did.

She'd been through a lot. Fancy Pants had curled her hair into loose, 80's-like curls. Makeup was caked onto her face, turning her white cheeks pink, and lips rosy red. This, of course, angered Rarity, as she believed her style was hip, beautiful. Not this trailer trash of a makeover.

"Why would you do this?! Not only did you have to lock me up in this... this dungeon, but you had to destroy my wonderful looks!" At this point, her lip was trembling, making it harder to understand her.

He feigned a look of innocence. "Why, my dear, it was only orders! I thought you were beautiful the way you were. Alas," he sighed, "my employer wished for a different look."

"O-orders? Employer?! What type of pony are you, exactly?!" Shrieks echoed in the cold room.

"Oh, I'm nothing special. Just a hit-pony." He grinned raucously.

"A-a hitpony? Oh my word." Her upper body was swaying, as if she was beginning to pass out.

"You know, ponies pay me money, I kill the object of their desires? This client, however, was special. One of my highest paying customers! He offered me twice my usual rate if instead of killing you, I simply captured you, and did his orders."

Rarity started to whimper, muttering "Why me, why me..."

Fancy snapped at her. "Don't feel special. He's done this to multiple mares before you. You know that by now, though, don't you?"

"W-well, yes, but not their names! Pray tell, for if I escape, Equestria shall know the truth."

A loud, maniacal laugh was heard. "If you escape?" The laugh grew louder, crazier. "My dear, you will never escape. Who do you expect will come, your lover, that oaf Big Macintosh? Or perhaps your librarian friend, Miss Twilight Sparkle?"

She gulped. "Y-yes. How would you know all that?"

"Oh, my client's been stalking you for a long while. You never suspected a thing."

"Y-you mean that wasn't you? Then explain the blue tail!"

"That one time was me. Just to throw suspicion off of my client. He was growing sloppy. And besides, you'd never want to believe that it was me. When you were brought here, you didn't! It was perfect."

Being scared translated in boldness for Rarity. "Stop with all this 'client' talk. Who hired you?! Why does he want me so bad?"

The other unicorn began. "Well, it won't do you much to know. You'll be dead soon anyway. My client is-"

"Me." The new pony was still shrouded in shadows, but stepped forward readily. "Hello Rarity. I've missed you."

The second presence shocked Rarity. This 'client' was even more shocking then the thought of Fancy Pants. Her mouth was gaped in shocked.

"Blueblood?!"

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Knock knock

A heavy hoof was banging on Twilight's door. Lifting herself off her bed, the unicorn went downstairs to open the door. The door was already open, though, and Spike was currently talking to the pony on the other side.

With a smile, Twilight shooed Spike away. "Oh, hello. Why, I haven't seen you for a bit! We were worried about you." This 'we' referred to Twilight and her friends. "Come in, come in. I'll prepare a pot of tea for us." While she was busy doing so, she chatted with her visitor from the kitchen. "It must be terrible, what you're going through. I couldn't imagine what I would do if this happened to me." Smiling with the teapot in her mouth, she entered the sitting room, depositing the pot on a table. "It's green tea. I hope you enjoy."

"Why, I thank ya kindly, Twilight. Ah've been under some pressure lately." Big Mac took a sip from his porcelain cup. "Mhmm. This yur own brew? It tastes homemade. Must be pretty popular." He continued on to down the whole cup.

"Oh, yes, it's very popular with new guests here. You'll never believe some of the characters in get in here! One was named Bayonet, I believe, and had a pet falcon. If I remember correctly, her name was Arma."

"You seem ta remember a lot about 'im. Was he special?" By now, the cowpony had three more cups of tea, and was on his fourth.

"Oh, yes. We had a relationship for a bit... It was nice."

"But, Ah thought you were with Pinkie?"

"This is while I was in Canterlot. I had completely forgotten about him until this conversation! It turns out Pinkie actually wasn't my first love." She laughed out loud, nearly spilling her tea. Soon after, she sobered up. "I'm sorry, I'm getting off topic. So, what advice do you need from me today?"

Finally settling down his tea cup, Big Mac fiddled with his hooves. "Just the usual. Ah need some more ring recommendations."

Twilight sucked in a breath. The stallion really was serious about proposing. "Well, you've considered the diamonds I pointed out?" He nodded in answer. "Well..." A book was levitated over, and the purple pony pondered over it, a hoof on her chin. After a few minutes of silence, the book slammed shut, startling all the occupants of the Library. "I have it! Sapphires."
She sat there, a smug grin on her face.

"Sapphires..." A dreamy quality entered his voice. "To match her eyes. Perfect. Thank ya kindly, Twilight." Opened the door with a large red hoof, he paused just inside the doorway. "Speaking of Rarity, have ya seen her? The letter she sent said she'd be back by now. Ah'm startin' to worry."

A paralyzing feeling gripped Twilight's chest. Where was Rarity? Big Mac was back, she should be back by now. What if... Her pupils dilated in fear.

Her stalker must have gotten a hold of her.
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"Why, Rarity, surprised to see me? You really shouldn't be. It was only a matter of time before it happened." The white unicorn examined a manicured hoof coolly. "I was removed from my family tree after the giant mess you created with the cake. I believe some... revenge is in order?" Blueblood zoomed up to Rarity, a maniac expression on his face.

Iron chains, rusted with age, were locked around her hooves. They pinned in a standing position, her only movements to sit or lay down.

"Fancy Pants, this is your client?! What the buck is going on! Blueblood, you brought that shameful press upon yourself. No part of it was my fault. In fact, you ruined my dress! I believe you should be the one in the center of this revenge!"

While Fancy Pants watched, Blueblood rubbed his hoof along her chin. "Darling, don't do this. There's one thing I want from you. It really isn't too much to ask for."

"What? What do you want, you miserable bastard? Money? Jewelry? I got plenty of it." Blueblood just shook his head 'no'. "Well, well, then. How about better attire? I've seen tramps dress better then you."

At that remark, a swift punch was delivered to Rarity's cheek. Within seconds, a large, angry purple bruise began welling where the strike had hit it's target.

"Listen, Lil' Miss Rarity." This was said very sarcastically. "Just gimme a date. One date. And if you behave well," he grinned evilly, "I won't kill you."

"Hmph. Not likely. Besides, me friends will be looking for me! The palace guards, too. They'll notice I haven't returned to my suite in a week!"

The two stallions present exchanged grins, and burst in insane laughter. Fancy was the first to speak. "They'll find you? No, no, my dear, nopony's going to be looking for you. We sent a letter to your Ponyville chums, and they believe you're still here, handling work troubles. And the guards? They won't notice a unicorn like you, no matter how shapely you're flanks are." Rarity's face drooped a little at this. "Oh, and the fifty thousand bits we paid them won't hurt either." Laughter once again echoed around.

Not able to put her hooves over her ears, Rarity winced. "Stop it! Stop your raucous laughter, both of you!"

Both of them crowded around. "Awww, look at little perfect, thinking she's the boss."

"Just shush up! Fancy, I demand you tell me what happened to Fleur de Lis. She couldn't have been a part of this plot, could she?" Once again, curiosity overwhelmed Rarity. "Was she just a plaything for you, Fancy? A new toy to play with?" Anger crept into her cultured voice.

The blue-maned unicorn grinned. "I guess you could say that. I just picked her up along the way. She did make a nice little wife, though. Cooked well." Fancy Pants licked his lips. Suddenly, his face set into an angry mask. "That was before she started interfering. Calling you, warning you. I finally strangled her just to shut her up. I do miss her daisy sandwiches though."

"Enough! Your work is done now, Fancy. I've paid you in full. It's time for me to be alone with Rarity."

"But-"

"Bye."

Head held high, Fancy left the dungeon with only the slightest look back, and the tiniest hint of remorse. "Bye Rarity."

"Well, we're finally alone now." Blueblood nuzzled Rarity's cheek, but she turned her head away. He became angry. "Alright you little snob, let's see how well you fare without food." Turning tail, he left the room, pausing in the doorway, and looking over his shoulder. "Holler when you're ready to rethink everything."

The cast iron door began to shut. Slowly, it came to a halt, sealing Rarity inside.

She was all alone in the dark.
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Dear Princess Celestia,

Please check on Rarity. No one's heard from her in days, and she said she'd be back by now. My friends and I are starting to get worried, along with her coltfriend, Big Macintosh.

Please, search everywhere. We need her back. I'm dreadfully worried that her stalker's gotten her who knows what he'll do! This is urgent, hurry, send the rescue crews, the police.

She just might be dead.

Your faithful student,

Twilight Sparkle

The Friendly Voice

"No! No! Let me out! Let me out you... you bastard!"

Shhh... Quiet. You'll just make him mad.

"W-who was that? Am I not alone?" Rarity whipped her head around, inspecting every possible corner of the dark dungeon of a room.

Play along. You'll be less likely to be hurt that way.

"Show yourself! Stop playing such silly games." Again she peered around.

Stop yelling, you'll attract attention.

The voice started to sound impatient. "And why should I? You have no control over me." The unicorn turned her head, nose in the air. Silently to herself, she muttered, "I must be going crazy from being locked up."

No, you're not crazy. Rarity sat straight up. The voice paused. What if I told you I'm not real?

This sobered Rarity. "W-what? What do you mean not real?" Hoofbeats began to fill the air.

He's coming back! Quick, when he gets in here, agree to his proposition.

Rarity opened her mouth, but the voice shushed her.

No arguing. Just say you'll go on a date with him.

The iron door creaked open. "My dear sweet Rarity, have you decided to be more... agreeable?"

The unicorn decided her best bet was to follow the advice of the voice. She nodded. "Yes, Blueblood, I have. I shall go on your date with you."

"This is fabulous news! I'll have to go prepare everything." He kissed her cheek. "Oh, and one thing..." A key was suspended through the air with blue magic, used to unlock the chains that bound her. "I must let you free so you can get ready, correct? So, go get dolled up for our date. I'll pick you up in... three hours?" Again he kissed her cheek, and turned to leave. "I can't wait to see you, my darling. Ta ta!"

When he exited the room, Rarity smiled. Thank you.

Your welcome. I'll see you soon, Rarity.

As the voice faded away, the pony recalled a voice that sounded very familiar to this one. Who did it belong too? the name was just on the tip of her tongue...

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Out of her bonds, Rarity hurried to the bathroom Fancy Pants had let her use during her occupation. After using the toilet, the dress-maker looked in the large mirror above the sink. At her looks, she began to feel faint. Her mascara was smeared from crying, the purple curls were dirty and nonexistent. Tears tracks were prominent through the blush, showing her true color.

Trying not to make a scene and alert Blueblood, the unicorn looked for something to help her looks. On the counter, she found a stash of makeup and beauty products in the bathroom, along with a hoof mirror. A note attached to the hairbrush read, Thought you might need these. Blueblood. Rarity snorted at his fake chivalry. Using the brush, she counted off one hundred strokes through her luscious plum locks.

1... 2... 3...

This is unbelievable, being forced to go on a date with such an imbecile. Really. I mean, why act so courteous now? Why, he displayed his true self at the gala!

37... 38... 39...

Ugh. I had to make myself a new dress after that incident. Cake stains are horrible to get our. Especially ones with those colors. All he was wearing was his stupid little bowtie and... and... collar. Next to nothing! He could have just had his maid wash those in a moment.

74... 75... 76...

But noooo, he had to ruin my hunk of fabric, that took my friends a day to produce! Ruined all their hard work. He's just a... a...

100...

Tears pitter-patted on the floor. A small puddle began to produce in the cracks of the concrete.

Why does he want me here?

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"Why howdy there, Twi! What brings ya to Sweet Apple Acres?"

"Oh, um, hello, Applejack. I'm just here to see Big Mac." Twilight looked around sheepishly.

"Again? Why, Ah'm staring to feel underdameciated!"

The purple pony heaved a sigh. "It's underappreciated."

"Whatever."

"Look, can I just see Big Mac? It's about Rarity."

"Hey, Ah'm Rarity's friend too. Ah think Ah should know, too." Applejack glared full on at Twilight.

"Fine. Come along."

Both of them walked through the farm to where Big Mac was bucking apples. Seeing the two arrive, he set his hindlegs back on the earth, and trotted toward them.

"Howdy Miss Sparkle. Any new news?" His poker face was in place, but a glimmer of hope and sadness was in his apple green eyes.

"No, I'm sorry. In fact, I came to see if you heard from her." Twilight stared pleadingly upwards.

"Nah. No letters, no nothing." Twilight corrected his grammar under her breath.

"Are you sure-" Applejack cut her off.

"Now, what's goin' on here? Ah have no idea what you two are talkin' 'bout, and Ah wannna know! This is Rarity we're discussin', and she's mah friend." She peered over at her older brother. "Big Mac?" He looked away. "Twi?" she did the same.

Now, this ticked her off. "Somepony tell me the truth!"

Twilight seemed to weaken first. Eyes looking at the ground, she replied to the farmpony. "I really didn't want to tell you of this. Any of our friends, really." She gulped. "Applejack... Rarity is missing."

A loud gasp was heard. "Missin'? Big bro, you knew?"

He nodded. "Ah told Miss Sparkle here."

"And not me?! Ah'm her friend too!"

"Yes, but Ah knew she wouldn't overreact." The red colt shot a glare at his sister.

"Ok, Ah guess Ah can understand. But what're we doin' here? We have ta go ta Canterlot!"

A purple hoof was draped reassuringly her orange shoulders. "Applejack... That's the problem. We have no proof she's late coming home for malicious reasons. It could just be business."

"Well, do ya have ponies, guards, Celestia, out lookin' for her?" Twilight shook her head. "Can... can we at least tell out friends?" Again, purple hair was shaken. "Well why not? Ah am the element of Honesty!"

"Well... Maybe you're right. Even if my brother is looking out for her, we may need to help. Let's go tell out friends. But, please, try not to get them too worked up," the unicorn pleaded.

"Fine. Now excuse me, Ah have news ta break." Trotting away, she was halfway to her side of the orchard, and Fluttershy's house, before she came galloping back. "Wait, how many days has she been late?"

"Five, sis." Applejack's eyes turned wide.

"If she's been kidnapped, it's not likely she'll be coming back without our help."

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Having stopped crying long ago, Rarity finished applying her makeup. Stepping out of the bathroom looking better then an hour before, she sat down.

Blue eyeshadow covered her lids, like normal, along with false eyelashes adorned with extra mascara. A light pink sheen covered her lips, and the previous curls were brushed back into her hair. The unicorn couldn't say she liked the outdated hair, but she wasn't provided a curling iron. It would simply have to do.

Now, done with her primping, Rarity curled up on the floor, finally comfortable for once. Sitting and pondering how her life had got like this, mixed with discontent for Blueblood and having to wait for their... 'date', her eyes began to droop. Trying her best to keep them open, as to not ruin her perfectly applied makeup, was a task. When her eyes almost seemed to roll back into her head, she finally shut them, falling asleep with rhythmic breaths.

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"W-where am I? This isn't familiar."

Rarity found herself in a landscape filled with trees, and mysterious plants. Walking along what seemed to be a path, many familiar sights passed.

"Is that the Poison Joke patch? And... was that the river where I gave my tail to that serpent?" A realization dawned on her. "This is the way to the castle where we defeated Nightmare Moon..."

Noticing more new landmarks where the brave deeds of herself and her friends had happened, she arrived quicker then should seem possible.

"It's... new." Shock and surprise was present in her voice.

That was true. Instead of being worn down and decaying, the castle was now a regal place, with flags floating in the turrets above. At first cautious, she now trotted inside, eager to explore. Tapestries hung on the walls, woken with rich blue and red threads, along with the carpets.

Halfway down the first hall, she arrived to a fork. sitting and contemplating which way to go, left, or right, the gently voice startled her again.

"Hello Rarity. I told you we'd meet again." The voice was almost amused.

"Who are you? I think I deserve to know. It's not fun taking orders from a faceless figure."

"Oh, Rarity, we have a meeting together. But hurry, you don't have much time. Meet me where you defeated Nightmare Moon." The voice was starting to fade.

"Wait!" Rarity rushed to the stairs behind her, galloping all the way to the top. Her little helper was waiting just at the top, her identity waiting to be revealed. "Please... Wait for me!"

Gasping, she arrived at the top of the stone steps. Flopping down on the floor, she chuckled, knowing she looked a fright.

"So you made it."

Rarity lifted her head up high. "Yes, I did. Now, show yourself!"

The voice laughed at the cliche. "In a minute. I have to tell you something."

The tall, dark figure of a cloaked pony materialized, and soon began to circle around the holder of the elements in the middle of the room. It paused, and then stopped in front of her element, the Element of Generosity. "The elements... They give you power when you are together, correct?" Rarity nodded in agreement. "Being dead has taught me a lot."

The white unicorn stiffened. "D-dead?"

"Yes, dead. See, everyone has a part of an element inside of them. It gives them power. This power? It's what you know as hope. The feeling that helps you live on, that lets you see there may be something better." Blue eyes stared into blue eyes. "You have been given full power. Harness this hope, and it in turn will help you live through this. The elements are powerful on their own." The figure started to walk away, leaving the purple-maned mare to think.

When the other pony was almost gone, just a tip of her cloak barely visible, Rarity called out after her. "Wait! you told me you'd tell me who you were."

"I did, didn't I?" Retracting back into view, the hood was thrown off of a slender, elegant white face, revealing a long unicorn's horn at the same time, along with a striped pink mane.

"Shocked, huh, Rarity? Well, i tried to help you once before, and I swore I'd do it until I died," she giggled. Rarity just sat, gaping in shock.

"F-fleur?"

And Screams Rang Out

Brrring Brrring

A shrill telephone's cry rang out in the inky blackness.

Brrring Brrring

Rarity laid a foreleg over her eyes, willing her mind to block out the annoying noise.

Brrring Brrring

A hoof-stitched Manehatten pillow was pulled over a set of white ears, a ploy to block out the never-ending tone.

Brrring Brrring

Finally accepting it wasn't going to end, she pushed herself off her luxurious four-poster bed, sauntered across the room, and to the telephone.

Brring Brr-

A manicured hoof picked up the antique phone, lifting it to an ear. "Hello?" You could clearly tell she was sleeping before. The usually refined tone was now wavering, which was almost unnoticeable, and the word was slightly slurred. All in all, the cultured pony sounded almost drunk.

Muffled whispers of a deep-voiced mare reached her ears. "Hello, Rarity. Listen to me, watch your back!" The pony's voice rose hysterically, on the verge of breaking. "Some... somepony's after you. You're in terrible danger. Leave, and take into hiding. I promise you won't regret it!"

This instantly sobered Rarity right up. "Who is this?! Tell me, is this some kind of prank?!" Her blue magick gripped the phone tighter, and a note of panic crept in her voice.

"No! You- you don't understand! You're life's in serious danger! Listen- Stay away from-" On the other line, a door slammed open. "Why you little- Give me that!" The new voice was a stallion's. "St- stop it!" Screams erupted.

Through the phone line, Rarity heard a clatter. The phone must have dropped out of the other mare's hoof. More screams. A rattling of chains. Panicked shrieks, and loud, angry yells. Strange gasping. A door slamming. Silence.

"Miss? Miss, are you alright?" No answer. "Miss, Miss?!"

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The last few weeks had been rough on Rarity, complete with more sightings of a black shadow, and more phone calls.

"Please, you don't understand! You're in serious trouble! If you want to continue being Sweetie Belle's sister, go into hiding!" More rustling from the other line. "Help! Help!"

"This is you're last chance! If you need too, go stay with your parents! Just... just anywhere but Ponyville or Canterlot! Wait- what are you doing?! No- no, stop! Help! HELP!"

It was making her lose sleep, and hard to maintain her appearance, but she was still sewing.

Working on her newest, half-finished, sewing masterpiece, she ran out of ideas. Her, a pony usually overflowing with idea! Bubbling over, almost. Sitting down, the unicorn stared, tilting her head every which way. In her mind's eye, she placed a little ribbon on the shoulder... no... Maybe some lace around the waistline... No... Augh. She had no ideas.

"Well, maybe a book on old Victorian fashion would jog my creative thinking... Yes, I believe I'll pay Twilight a visit."

Giving her mane and coat a once over, and re-applying some makeup, she headed out. Looking around, she noticed the looks the ponies were giving her. Ones of shock. What? Did she look bad today? Purple curls bounced around a white face as a head was shaken. No, no that wasn't it. They just must have been amazed at her beauty. Why, of course! She was Rarity the Unicorn after all.

Continuing her trot to the Library, she stopped to sniff a tantalizing flower. Mhmm, it smelled delicious. Leaning in to take a nibble of a pink petal, a line of black entered her line of sight. Raising her head rather quickly, a blue tail was disappearing around a corner. Standing stock-still, eyes frozen in fear, she tried to ignore it. It must have just been Blues, that jazz pony who played in front of Sugarcube Corner! Or... or it was Shining Armor, visiting his sister. Yes, that must be it. Why, the Library was so close, he must have been just leaving. Controlling her breathing, she slowly calmed down. Shutting her eyes, and taking one last deep breath, she continued her journey.

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]I love the fear I'm inducing on her. The first few sights were mistakes, but when I saw how they rattled her, I had to continue. This sense of power... It's lovely. She's perfect, bringing me pleasure in all of her moods. Money in her productive mood, power in her fear, love when she's happy.

I knew she was the one for me.

The only one fit to tend to my needs.

The only one to stand by my side.

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Soon after her hallowing sight, she arrived at the door to the Library. Rarity lifted up the brass knocker and let it bang loudly against the wooden door. Hearing hoofsteps on the other side, she straightened her posture and smoothed her hair with a hoof. The door opened and Twilight's smiling face was on the other side.

"Rarity! It-" Her smile faltered for a moment, put she picked it back up. "It's so nice to see you!"

Twilight wasn't sure what to make of her friend.

Her indigo eyes were dull, with the mascara and eyeshadow messily applied. Black and baby blue streaks surrounded her eyes. Underneath them were dark purple bags. Her coat didn't have it's healthy sheen, and had dulled to a pale gray. Rarity's coiffure had hairs sticking up every where, and her curls had loosened into a straight, purple mess. In her entirety, she looked a little like a zombie, without all the bloody wounds.

This couldn't be Rarity.

"Why thank you, darling. May I come inside? I need a book. My creative juices have... quite run out." A shy smile was present.

Well, it seemed to be her. She spoke like her, and acted like Rarity would... This gave the purple unicorn enough proof that the pony before her wasn't a Changeling.

Even so, the librarian was little uncomfortable around this shell of her friend. A little hesitant, she asked, "Rarity, are you sure you're all right?"

"Oh, of course, Darling!" She tittered nervously. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"R-really... no reason. It-it's just you don't seem very much like yourself." Twilight smiled warmly, offering reassurance.

Rarity's eyes widened in panic. How did Twilight notice? She didn't think her lack of sleep was that obvious! She ran over her reflection this morning in her mind, and had to admit she didn't look very well. Very beautiful. Her head sagged, and so did her back.

"You're right, darling. I haven't been feeling... very well." A single crystalline tear was shed. "I've been losing sleep."

"Why, whatever for?" Twilight's voice was quavering, for she knew that Rarity never wasted her beauty sleep.

"Oh. I-Ive been... Never mind. It's too silly. You won't believe me."

"Oh, Rarity." She nuzzled her friend's cheek. "I'll always believe you."

"I-I've been seeing things. A pony's shadow, everywhere I go."

"A carrot would sound good around now."

Going out to the market place, she immediately made a beeline to Carrot Top's booth. Rustle rustle. Her eyes shifted to look at the bushes, the tip of a horn poking out. She swiftly cantered by, seeking the refuge of Carrot Top's presence all of a sudden.

"I need more ribbon."

Starting out to the accessory store, Rarity swore she saw part of a hoof and leg sticking out from behind her trashcans. A feeling of not wanting to be out in the open overtook her, and she rushed back inside.

"E-even on my way here!" Unshed tears rushed into her eyes, making her vision blurry.

Before she got hysterical, Rarity had one more thing to ask of Twilight. "T-twilight, i-is you're brother visiting? An-and happened to leave moments before I came?" Her lip was quivering, making her speech almost intelligible.

Purple eyes popped open in surprise. "Why, no! Rarity, what would give you an idea? Was he here?! And he didn't come to visit?!" Loud hyperventilating was heard from both ponies: one in anger, the other in fear.

That tail. It wasn't Blues the jazz pony. It was the wrong shade. The dress-maker might have not known as many ponies as Pinkie, but thinking back, none of the ponies in Ponyville matched the tail's color. Who's was it?

The white unicorn caved under the stress. Diving in the general direction of Twilight, the fashionista sobbed into her friend's furry purple chest. Twilight's hoof rubbed comforting circles on a white back as she spoke. "It's alright Rarity. I'll find out what's going on." Her gaze shifted down onto her crying friend's form. "I will, for you."

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Returning home with her book, and nerves less frayed then before, she noticed her mailbox. The flag was up, signaling she had mail. Depositing her book on the table inside, she came back out and opened the tiny door.

Inside wasn't what you might think. There were no dead animal parts... Just a small, black, velvet box. Slowly slipping it out, she noticed the tag on it. To the perfect pony.

Slightly unnerved, the dress-maker carried it inside, trying her best not to touch it with her hooves. To accomplish this, she levitated it a little in front of her face. Setting it down on the nearest flat surface, which happened to be her coffee table, a horn's magick was used to open the box cautiously. Diving behind the couch as she did so, a loud thump resulted. Slightly opening one of her blue eyes, Rarity noticed it hadn't exploded. In fact, whatever was inside, was currently shimmering in the light. Trotting over, a gasp escaped white lips, a matching hoof raised against a fuzzy chest..

It was a diamond wedding ring.

A note was wrapped around it. Marry me? Slipping it around her horn, Rarity found it was the perfect size.

She threw it across the room, scared to even touch it. Judging by how large the main diamond was, and all the tiny matching cut ones littering the gold, it was worth a fortune. In fact, she remembered eyeing this exact ring when she went to pick up the brooch for Big Macintosh... after she saw the shadow.

Shivering, she realized what was happening, and started bawling. Not wanting to be alone with... with who ever was doing this, she ran. Not to Twilight and the Library, though.

To Sweet Apple Acres and Big Mac.

Arriving at her destination, she didn't bother to open the door, and instead rushed inside. It was five o'clock, and she knew he would be resting temporarily before going back to bucking.

Finding him at the table, eating a slice of apple coffee cake, Rarity threw herself into his arms. Applejack soon came running downstairs. She opened her mouth to ask what was wrong, but Big Mac shook his head 'No'. Shutting her mouth quickly, she set her Stetson hat down on the kitchen table, and nuzzled Rarity's cheek, giving her a large hug. they remained like this for a while.

Soon, she ran out of tears, and fell asleep in Big Mac's arms. Applejack had left long before, to finish Big Mac's work, so he could spend his time with Rarity.

Carrying her up the stairs, Big Mac laid her down on his bed, and nuzzled her good night. "Maybe when you wake up, you'll tell us just what happened."

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How dare she treat my gift like that?!

I spent time deciding what ring would compliment her best, and she goes and throws it across a room?! She even goes and runs to that dumb farm pony, Big Macintosh. Ick.

When she's finally here, in my house with me, wearing that beautiful ring around her horn, she'll know not to cross me.

Rarity will be the most beautiful wife, the only one lovely enough to be mine.