Rarity grimaced slightly as her horn-scissors embedded themselves in the first of bizarre starbeasts, a fountain of purple blood fountaining through the air like a rainbow of eldritch purple. Her horn-scissors cut through the very being of the huge beast, her magic already reshaping its corpse into a fabulous dress fit only for the most noble of ponies to wear.

The dress consisted of a long train of skin, so long that it became unto the tail of a comet, freezing cold anything that it dragged across. Its colour was a colour that was unseeable on the very mortal plane. It, in short, was almost perfect.

"I do believe that I shall need to find some gems." After saying this, Rarity spread her butterfly wings, formed from Jehovah's own menstrual blood and rocketed away, in search of gems. Breaching the atmosphere and summoning her mannequin steed, which wasn't really a mannequin, but the stuffed corpses of an angel and a demon stitched together in such a macabre way that even the most hardcore of metal fans would be shocked and disgusted by its blatant disregard to the laws of physics.

Eventually, she reached Mercury. She activated her horn-scissors, and they grew to gigantic sizes, each fine ivory blade the same length as a star's circumference. She cut through the measly little planetoid, killing the fuck out of it. When she saw there were no gems, her anger boiled over, and she summoned her needles.

"I suppose that I'd better not get around to stitching this planet back up so that the girls can kill the fuck out of it and resurect it again."