Canterlot

Rarity carried Apple Bloom's flesh all the way back to the Carousel Boutique, wondering what she could possibly make with it. Maybe it was enough to make a full dress for another filly. Maybe it could be used to make a scarf or another part of a full-sized outfit. Maybe it could be cut up and used to detail several different things. But she eventually came to realize that any pony could immediately realize what it is, and that, she thought, would instantly destroy her entire business and, ultimately, her dreams. She would have to get rid of it before anyone could see it.

"Hi, Rarity!" shouted Fluttershy softly, as she appeared over the crest of a hill at just the wrong time, "What do you have there?"

"NOTHING! It's... uh... nothing, Fluttershy."

"Oh. Um. Okay. I thought it was something, but I guess I was wrong. I'm sorry."

"Yes. You were wrong. It's nothing! Do not tell anypony that it's something! Understand?!"

"Yes. It's nothing. I understand."

"And you won't tell anypony about it?!"

"Please stop yelling..."

"Will you or will you not!? ANSWER ME!"

"I won't! I promise."

"Good!"

Rarity trotted away, furious at herself for offending her friend like that. Horrified by the chance of encountering another of her friends and making another scene like that, she took off running as fast as she could, the pelt of the dead filly hanging from her mouth. She just had to get rid of it; nothing was more important. She could only hope that none of her friends would see her before the fur was finally gone. And, just as she had hoped, none of her friends saw her before she left town. Instead, Big Macintosh did.

Knowing enough about Rarity through his sister, Big Macintosh was immediately suspicious of her worried, cautious behavior. He approached his neighbor, though mostly apathetically, with some caution.

"Rarity, right? Just what is that you have in your mouth, there?"

Rarity froze. She started sweating. She dropped the fur at Big Macintosh's feet, unintentionally and without noticing. He took one look at it, then his eyes widened and met the beady, distant ones of Rarity. Her mind void of other thoughts, Rarity noticed that something was missing. Her tongue had slowly grown accustomed to the flavor of the fur as she carried. She looked analytically at Big Macintosh now, thinking to herself that the members of the Apple family must be similar in ways yet unknown.

"Hey there, Big Mac," she finally said, "You wouldn't want to cause me any trouble, now would you? Come on home with me and we can forget all about this."

Doomed by his own desire, Big Macintosh excitedly followed Rarity into her bedroom. She told him to close his eyes and he's get his surprise. Just after his hopeful thoughts of an intimate evening, the last thing to go through Big Macintosh's head was a ten-inch steak knife.

Rarity's red dresses were a smashing hit the following week.