Rarity had been working all night on an order all night and had just finished it his morning. She was tired and exhausted , but satisfied of her work. The pony who came was a rich one who was actually a very shy pony. He asked Rarity to help him in acting distinguished.

What a young gentlecolt! Rarity had thought to herself.

The teachings took all morning , but she finally managed to spread some of her knowledge. She tried to do so with a certain orange pony , but that one was so stubborn! Anyways, Rarity had also received a few more orders that she completed at the night. She decided that now would be a good moment to rest and left for her room. She would sleep for just a moment. Not too long , she must look horrible without her beauty sleep, and a good amount of well organized sleep would bring anyone to their best posture and appearance.

She had barely fallen asleep that the bell of her store rang as the door swung gently open. She groaned and mumbled but quickly regained herself and started going back downstairs.

"Oh! Why did I forget to close the store?"

"Just a minute! I'll be right there!"

Rarity was completely exhausted. Even if she loves doing her dresses known as a great form of perfection, she still needed her rest. Why didn't this pony choose to do something else? Well, it was too late now , but she would certainly be impressing another pony who didn't know of her fabulous designs.

She reached the bottom of the steps, a perfect lady's smile and a few quick blinking would be perfect to soften up the most serious of colts.

"Yes? Is...is anyone there?"

She looked around for any signs of life. Besides the ponies outside, there was nopony in sight. The door was completely open and swaying lightly back and forth as the wind blew.

"Oh my! It is getting quite cold! I wonder who has the NERVE to pull this sort of prank on m-"

As Rarity turned while she closed the door , she noticed a horribly dirty black rag on the floor. The first thing she thought was:

"Ewww! What is this dirty thing doing in my store? Covered in dirt and...and...bloo....."

Rarity quickly scampered away from the thing. What was it doing here? Did somepony with ill intent try and dispose of something horrid in her store to have her blamed for whatever it was related to? She quickly picked it up with her magic and threw it away., etching a note in the back of her mind to remind her to burn that thing after the day was over. She tried to get her best cleaning tools and started brushing her floor with the utmost delicacy and violence. Just enough delicacy to clean the stains up without damaging what lie underneath this mass of horror, but with just enough violence as to scrub away even the smallest atom.

Rarity's mane was starting to sprang in all directions when she heard something. Irregular hoof steps. She quickly brandished her mop with her magic and was going to use it as a weapon.She closed in on the corner of the wall. The sounds were coming from there. She moved slowly towards this turning point of what could possibly hold the WORST character she would possibly ever know. Not as horrid as Discord , perhaps , but horrid enough to bring that....red substance into HER shop.

She didn't say a word, as to have the element of surprise. She peeked slightly around the corner, barely showing her eye and nose.What she saw disgusted her. It was a rather tall red unicorn covered in dirt and filth. Twigs and leaves tangled into it's mane and tail , looking like some horrid forest beast. This unicorn's back was covered with an extremely thick amount of dirt and pieces of wood that became trapped within the now dry mud. Rarity kept scrutinizing this pony and it's nasty habits until she saw the deep cut in the right hindleg.Despite this wound , the unicorn didn't seem to notice and just stared blindly at Rarity's dresses , seemingly hypnotized by the beauty and architecture of these pieces.

Rarity decided to put her mop down, slowly and quietly. She moved with just as many precautions to shut the door and lock it, determined to keep this mare within her shop and get her cleaned up and brushed.

"She must be in shock , the poor thing. I'll see to it that she is taken care of. I am the spirit of generosity after all.

Rarity gulped , an expression of great worries adorning her still radiant face.

W-well....here I go.

Rarity moved slowly towards the wounded unicorn who had moved her spot and was now looking at a dress with a mixture of a beautiful red and blue, with some yellow put in to allow the "fainter" colors to pop out more.

"Uh...are you okay my dear? What happened to you?"

Fyra immediately snapped out of her beauty trance and twisted directly in the direction of Rarity. She scuttled away from Rarity , hoping to find an exit , but was blocked by well organized fabric rolls and other clothes creation accessories. She found herself hugging the wall , fright and shock on her face. Rarity jumped a bit too but saw the incredible amounts of fright on the unicorn's face. Besides her increased size , she was nothing more than a unicorn. Rarity , despite hating everything dirt , knew that she had to appease the poor frightened dear unless she risked collapsing right in her shop.

Rarity lifted her hoof and extended them towards the now heavily breathing unicorn. Fyra closed her eyes , expecting an attack, instead , she felt a caring caress through her dirtied mane. She opened one eye to see what was going on. This white pony had taken a piece of fabric that was certainly useless to her and was busy picking out the twigs. Fyra started to breathe normally again, although her eyes were still closed. Fyra started to like this feeling. She felt like she was never cared for before. This was a great feeling , just like a massage.

"Oh , my poor dear! What have you gone through? Your mane is in such a mess , and it seems to have a magnificent color to it too. We'll fix thaaat right away won't we? "

Fyra was soothed by these words as well . She then felt something tug on her and quickly opened her eyes in surprise. Rarity got a close up look at this unicorn's eyes. They were of a most peculiar red. So much feeling came from them. They looked like rubies. She didn't get a good look at them earlier considering the angle she was at as well as where Fyra was looking.

"Come on now! We'll get you cleaned right up! Nopony will be horrid looking after they leave my shop. Oh no! It would be an insult to me and fabulosity itself!" she stomped down on the ground, a stern look on her face, but still looking straight.

Fyra followed this strange creature , not sure what to expect. The tissue holding the twigs in her mane was being held aloft in a blue , sparkling could. What was that? And why did it's horn glow with the same thing? She was being drowned with all these questions in just two days! She needed to relax. Rarity took her her guest upstairs and opened a white wooden door outlined with pink.

She opened it and requested the red unicorn to follow her inside. It was a beautifully white bathroom. The tiles and walls were white. The towels placed perfectly on hooks along the wall were also perfectly folded and clean. Not a spot of the place was dirty. Rarity went towards a bathtub and opened the curtains , turning the nobs controlling the flow of water and their heat with her magic. She also took a towel off the hook and placed it on a wooden tablet near the bathtub. It was rather high , as for one to be able to grab it directly after leaving the shower.The white unicorn also took out a bottle of shampoo and placed it on the edge of the tub. One last thing was needed, the mat right at the exit of the bathtub , to keep any water from falling on her floor. An oval shaped purple mat was magicked all the way to the bathtub entry.

"Well. There you go. I'll be waiting outside the door for when you are finished cleaning up. Please make sure you replace the towel on the hooks, and DON'T drop ANY water on the floor!" she sighed in an annoyed fashion.

"You can just push on this lever to get the shower head going. I personally prefer baths as they are SOOOOO much more soothing with bubbles and they allow my skin to rest and soak up in the nutrients the so-" Rarity stopped.

She had noticed she was babbling on and the red unicorn was looking at her wierd.

"Oh.Heheheh. Sorry about that , I tend to get caught up in my tips of beauty and say everything to anypony once I start. Well , have a nice shower...or bath , whichever you choose."

And with that , the white unicorn exited the bathroom. Both had something in thought.

"Why didn't she say anything?" wondered Rarity.
Fyra , however , had chosen to accept this generosity offer and decided to think about those strange words that horned creature used:

Any...pony?Somepony? What's a pony?

A few minutes later , the door sprung open, Rarity was surprised. The red unicorn was all clean and beautiful now! Her mane seemed to be naturally spruced up like that. Rarity then looked at her back, she saw a magnificent glowing coat of a beautiful red and...wings?! Here pupils shrunk to near infinitely minuscule sizes. Rarity looked back up at the red pony's head, A horn! At the back, WINGS! Rarity didn't know if this was a trick being played on her eyes or if there really was a new alicorn! Not only was she an alicorn , but she seemed to be emitting a great amount of steam, something that would be normal , if it were winter. No; Ponyville was smack dab in summer , this sort of thing doesn't happen then. One last trait caught her eyes. This...this "alicorn" ,seemed to have no cutie mark whatsoever. What was she?! Only princess Celestia and Luna were the existing alicorns in all of Equestria , and even then , THEY HAD THEIR CUTIE MARKS!

"I....we need to go to a friend's home. Are you okay with that? D-d-dear?" stuttered Rarity.
Fyra nodded her head.

"Great! Well , first , we need to hide those wings of yours first. Follow me back downstairs."

Fyra did so and was immediately assaulted by a red fabric of an exact color as her dim red coat. It was placed over her wings. Rarity was expecting this alicorn to struggle her wings out of the fabric , but nothing happened. The red alicorn just looked at the red fabric posed on her back and tilted her head a bit in curiosity.

"Come on, let's go." Rarity waited for the alicorn to leave before closing the door and locking it with her magic. They walked at a fast pace through the town.Fyra stuck close to the white unicorn this whole time , looking back and forth at her surroundings with awe. Rarity found this attitude and behavior strange for somepony who is supposed to be over several centuries old. Rarity decided to open a conversation , trying to get the alicorn to talk to her.

"So, I don't believe I've introduced myself. I am Rarity , expert fashion designer."

Fyra looked at her and tilted her head slightly and repeated: "Rarity?"

Rarity gave an expression similar to someone trying to say a silent but easily seeable "wha-". She regained her posture.

"And what is your name?"

There was a long pause but Fyra stared directly in front of her into a seemingly blank abyss and said:

"Fyra."

After a bit of walking, Fyra found herself in front of what looked like a giant tree turned into a house. She was intrigued as to how such a thing could stay alive. Rarity knocked on the door and entered immediately after , urging Fyra to enter quickly. What a place this was! It was huge and seemed to hold a wide assortment of books. Fyra couldn't wait to start reading the contents of those things. Rarity took off the fabric from Fyra's back , revealing her wings. She then called out, extremely stressed and worried:

"Twilight! I need you to come see this! Quickly! It's extremely urgent and I need your help!"

"Hold on Rarity. I'm finishing this up and I'll be down in a sec."

Spike heard Rarity and was filled with glee as the most beautiful pony he had ever seen was back in his sight.
He was in the kitchen apparently , cleaning the dishes.

"Oh! Rarity!" he quickly ran to the main room, his claws covered in yellow rubber gloves and still holding several plates.This tower of dishes blocked Fyra from his view.

"It's so good to see you again! What's brings you to the library?"

He had a very happy smirk on his face talking to Rarity , until he noticed that she was in a state of stress and only looked at him through the corner of her eye. He knew something was wrong and shifted himself , revealing Fyra little by little.

"Hey , Rarity , what's going on? Is there something wrong at the boutique (he tried his best to pronounce the name right)? Do you need help cleaning up the place? Is there any-"

Spike fell silent. He saw the red alicorn next to Rarity , also looking at him through the corner of her eye. That eye looked scary , the way it just stared at him with a temporarily reduced size. He dropped all the plates along with his jaw , frightening Fyra , whose iris glowed brightly for a small second. Spike was just staring at her. Twilight had heard the racket and came quickly back from the top of her "room".

"Spike! What did you do? You know those plates aren't easy to repair perfectly! So Rarity , what's going ooooOOOooOOON!"

Twilight was the second to stare at Fyra with her jaw hanging open. Fyra had bent down and was hitting the plate pieces with the end of her hooves , apparently finding it funny. Her wings were in plain sight , and so was her lack of a cutie mark and the apparent existence of a horn.

"What the haaaaaaaay!" said Twilight as her hoof shakingly pointed towards the red alicorn.