Title:           Rarity Investigates Pt 3: The Spa and the Chase
Author:          Sprontr
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First Edit:      Sunday 10th of January 2016 06:01:25 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 10th of January 2016 06:01:25 PM CDT

> Dun Dun (Two Sisters Spa and Detox, Canterlot, Equestria, Equus, 12 Jan)
 
> Its getting dark.
> Is the spa still open?
> Guess so, as there’s an “open” sign in the window.
> The bell chimes as you enter.
> Light music plays in the background.
> https://soundcloud.com/ertrii/free-day
> “Now, Anon, let me do the talking this time.”
“You could have done the talking at the morgue.”
> Rarity doesn’t reply.
> She heads to the counter and hops up, keeping her back legs on the ground and putting her forelegs on the tabletop.
> You wonder how sanitary that is.
> What if people just went up and put their shoes on the table?
>  “Excuse me, dear, may I ask you a few questions.” Rarity calls back into the back room.
> “Be right with you.” A voice calls back.
>  After a few seconds, a mare trots out from the back room.
> “Hello, how can I help you?”
> “I am Detective Rarity, and this is my apprentice, Watson-”
“Anon.” you interrupt.
> “- and we have a couple of questions about one of your recent customers.”
> “Oh. Who?”
> “Daisy. Pink coat. Daisy cutie mark. Green mane.”
> “Ah yes, Miss Rarity, let me check my records. Come along.”
> The mare at the counter turns and gestures to you to follow.
> “Thank you. And to whom might I owe the pleasure?”
> “Seaweed Wrap, but my friends call me Cici.”
> The three of you enter a filing room and Cici approaches a file cabinet and starts digging through the documents.
> “Daisy is a regular. She may live in Ponyville, but whenever she visits Canterlot, she comes and visits me.”
>  “I hate to break this to you Cici, but… umm… Anon, dear, you want to take this one?”
> ‘Wow thanks,’ you think, rolling your eyes.
“I’m afraid you’re going to have to close that account.”
> “Why? Dif somfhing haffen?” Cici perks her ears up, holding a manila folder in her mouth.
> You go for the straightforward approach.
“She’s dead, Jim.”
> Cici’s jaw drops, and the folder hits the ground, its contents scattering everywhere.
> Smooth.
> “She…Shes dead? I-I just saw her.” Cici says, her eyes starting to water, “She was so happy with her stallion, I-I can’t believe it…”
> Wait, what?
“Wait, what? A Stallion?”
> “Yeah, yesterday she was here with a stallion. They did a couples Spa Experience.”
“What do you know about him?”
> “I personally don’t know him, but I was listening them talk and he was from Ponyville as well. He didn’t talk much.”
“Can you describe him.”
> “He had a red coat and a cutie mark like an apple or a pear or something. As I said, he didn’t talk much and whenever he did it was always an ‘Eeeyup’ or a ‘nope.’ I thought It was kind of annoying, but she seemed happy.”
> BIG MAC?
> You’ve seen him shipped with Fluttershy, Applejack, and even Marble Pie.
> But this?
> You didn’t see this one coming.
> And a murderer?
> Rarity breaks your daydream with a whisper.
> “Anon, didn’t Dr. Lord say the person who removed her head needed to be really strong? I don’t want to believe it, but Big Mac fits.”
“True, but all we know is that he was here with her yesterday. Since the body was found last night, there was a span of a few hours between when she was with Big Mac and when she was killed. It may not be him.”
> You turn back to Cici.
“Thanks, I’m sorry for your loss.”
> “She had the prettiest dress too…” Cici says dejectedly, looking at the floor, scattered with papers.
> You nod your head as she quietly cries.
> Leaving the Spa, you turn the “Open” sign to “Closed,” as you and Rarity step out in the dark street.
> As to be expected, there is no one around.
> It’s like 11 pm.
> On a Thursday.  
> “We should get some sleep. We need to chart a course for Ponyville on the train tomorrow morning.”
> The train was the only economical connector between the two cities.
“I suppose so. Start looking for a Hotel.”
> As you look around, motion catches your eye.
> A pony - Well, a stallion – is walking down the street.
> Some sort of fabric is sitting on his back.
> You find it weird how ponies carry things on their backs, but without arms, it only makes sense.
> Rarity taps your leg.
> “Anon… that’s the dress I made Daisy!”
> Sure enough, it bore Rarity’s signature frills.
> It was pink and silky, like Sleeping Beauty’s dress.
> But that didn’t hide a large blood stain around the neck area.
> Son of a bitch.
“Hey!”
> He turns
> You lock eyes with him.
> He drops the dress.
> And he bolts.
> Oh Fuck!
> Get back here!
> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3472Q6kvg0
> He ducks into an alleyway and you quickly rush to follow him, leaving Rarity behind.
> As you make it around the corner, you see the end of his tail duck around the far end of the corridor.
> Right, left, straight, left.
> You feel like you’re playing temple run.
> He is faster than you, but he and only do so in quick bursts, and has to frequently slow down to catch his breath.
> You can only run so fast, but you manage to keep a constant pace.
> It’s good to be a predator.
> You’re gaining on him.
> By now, you’re close enough to get a good look at him.
> He’s got a grey coat and a red mane.
> Holy shit he looks like an edgy OC.
> Is his Cutie mark a fucking iron doughnut?
> Whatever.
> Run Faster.
> You muscles are screaming for you to stop, but you’ve almost got him.
> Just a little farther…
> Suddenly, as if by the grace of glorious Faust, he trips, falling flat on his face and rolling to a stop.
> You tackle him.
> We’ll more like tactically fall over him, pinning his forelegs down with your arms
> You sit on his pelvis to prevent his back legs from moving.
> Lol >rape
> With that massive size difference, and the fact his energy is spent, it is easy to hold him down.
> After a good 5 minutes, Rarity comes around the corner, breathing at a mile a minute.
> She slows her gallop down do a trot, and comes over to you two, carrying the dress in her magic.
“Took you long enough.”
> Wheezing, Rarity bends her head down, looking into the eyes of the bound stallion.
> She hangs there for a second, breathing heavily, before speaking.
> [spoiler]“RULES OF RARITY, DARLING!”[/spoiler]
> With that, she kicks him in the jaw, and he’s out like a light.
> Damn Gurl.