Rarity's nostrils flared, air cascading through the boogery tunnels and into her even more boogery lungs. It was then, as the air filtered through the fine hairs inside her air bags, that she knew something was wrong. Something was awfully wrong. Something was wonderfully, awfully wrong. She coughed and wheezed, flopping upright in bed instantly awakened by the wicked smell she'd detected. As the cone cells in her retinas slowly died one by one, over years blurring her vision with each passing second, her eyes adjusted to the early-morning light shining in through the windows, and she near instantly spotted the source of the stench.
Opal, Rarity's fluffy, white kitten, sat at the edge of the bed, trying to lick the amniotic fluid from its hair. Nearby on the sheets was what remained of the half-eaten fetus that'd marked her with the thick goo.
"Opal," Rarity reprimanded, "how many times do I have to tell you not to go through my trash?"
Naturally, as a cat, Opal simply ignored her owner, opting instead to hop off the bed so she could lick herself in peace in a corner somewhere.
"No, that's a bad cat, and you smell awful, (Darling)," said, you guessed it, Rarity. She stood upright on her tail and wiggled her way through the air like an angry crocodile, easily crossing the room in literally seconds. Before Opal could even begin to escape, Rarity opened her mouth and stretched her cheeks wide enough to engulf the cat, holding her in place as she mumbled around her catch.
"You need a bath (Darling)."
It was at that part when John Meme-uh (John Cena's brother) crashed da party. Da party was now off da hook, which meant that all of Equestria was doomed cuz Equestria was balanced on the tip of a pirate hook ever since that thing happened in season 6.
"I can't see you," cried John Meme-uh (John Cena's brother) at the pony and cat. Chuckward: John Meme-uh (John Cena's brother) meme-pranked RARITY and Opal for not being meme-kawaii enough.
Meme Kawaii was unavailable for comment.
It was then that Rarity knew what she had to do, she had to stop all the Cenas that were coming through. She's here to fight for me and you. With speed comparable to not one, not two, but three cheetahs tactically tied together with rubber chains she turned into a ghost. "Going ghrost (Darling)," she explained to Opal, which had already dissolved in her saliva.
Then she did a flip in mid air, and it was really pretty cool. I liked it a lot, and I wish she'd do it again, but instead she was getting straight down to business, memeing so hard even the ghost of John Cena's past had a shiver run down his ectoplasm spine. His ghost skeleton was so spooked, despite itself being spooky af. You know what they say about skeletons, they're more spooked of you than you are of them.
Unfortunately for RARITY, John Meme-uh (John Cena's brother) meme. Meme. Meme. MEME BLAST!
Meme team supreme. Meme team the end.
But Rarity wasn't finished yet, she still had to give Opal a bath. She spat into the bath tub and started washing her adolescent pussy. "Ohhhh, (darling), that's fantastic," she spouted, washing her adolescent pussy. "You need some soap, you dirty girl, you," said Rarity as she began scrubbing her adolescent pussy even harder.
But then, RARITY died of meme-AIDS.
