Author's Notes:

So. This is gonna be a tad... interesting. I've never had a commission to make an epilogue to one of my stories before; let alone one that I've not touched in over three years. But still, they did want it and me, being the nice guy that I am, even offered them a discount since they themselves didn't want it to be super long. Which I can appreciate.

Superfun, I hope you like it, because this little number's for you. Not as big as one of my stories, but you asked for it, and I delivered!

It was late at night on the evening that Rarity had made a little experiment out of Rainbow Dash's hair. She tucked herself into bed, pulled her face mask over her eyes and drifted off into the world of dreams, accompanied by her plush cocoon of bed fabrics.

As a tranquil silence befell Rarity's bedroom, the lights turned out with a single click from the lightswitch. Rarity's magic had a hoof in that. Once the darkness coated the room, some small snores could be heard from the dressmaker, muttering as she let herself become entranced and enraptured by her already forming dreams of fabrics and how they would work in conjunction with each other.

Truly, it seemed like nothing would ever shake Rarity from her slumbers.

And that was just what Rainbow Dash needed to strike.

Like a ninja, she opened up the door quietly, letting a tiny sliver of light crack into the room. She darted over to the bedside, making sure not to make a single noise as she carried a small container full of something towards the sleeping Rarity. Once she hunched herself over Rarity's body, she unscrewed the cap and cracked a small grin as she leaned over her unmoving, slumber-consumed body.

"What you did to me today was not cool, Rares. I got tons of ponies laughing at me." Rainbow Dash muttered to herself as she slowly tipped the container over Rarity's head; the gooey mass inside squirming towards the edges on command. "Whether it was a fashion venture or some kind of thing to make me feel humble, it backfired. Quite massively."

Rainbow watched the liquid fall into Rarity's hair, then did her best to lather it in; her cyan hooves quickly drilling into the splendor of Rarity's indigo mane. As the mush bubbled up and formed a cloud of suds, Rainbow's work intensified. Some snorts came from Rarity, causing Rainbow to stop intermittently, but she still make sure to cover every single inch of Rarity's mane. "This is totally on your head, Rares. Not mine. And hey, it's like they say. One makeover deserves another."

With Rarity's hair properly covered in the mess that Rainbow Dash had made, and her victim still sleeping soundly, she took the time to leave the room, making sure to take the container with her so as not to leave behind any evidence of her little scheme.

"When you wake up, Rares. You're gonna see just what it means to have an unauthorised and uncool hairdo. Trust me." She closed the door at last, leaving Rarity once more to her wonderland of dreams, completely unaware of the small change that had been made to her.

The next day, when Rarity finally awoke from her little venture, she took off the mask, climbed out of bed, and hummed to herself as she went towards the bathroom. Her first order of business was to get her teeth done, as every good mare in her mind needed a fine set of pearly whites, otherwise leave a rather... twisted impression on the ponies they were trying to greet.

When she made it to the bathroom, took her toothbrush and squirted some of the paste onto the bristles, she took a look in the mirror. And when she did, she dropped the brush. Her hair, that had once been her iconic look, was now a spiky explosion that jutted out in all directions, with each and every strand a different colour. It was like a kaleidoscope for the eyes; one that she didn't feel taken in by at all. Instead, after her jaw dropped, she let out a scream so loud that it wrested every single bird from the nests in their trees, never to return.

"RAINBOW DASH!" She bellowed, as the sight of her ravaged hair jumped out at her, but not in the way that she wanted.