>Day KBB in Equestria
>Rarity has called you over to deal with a ‘pest problem’
>You tried to say animals were more Fluttershy’s department, but she insisted on you.
>She opens the door as soon as you knock and immediately goes into the helpless maiden routine.
>“Oh Anon, thank goodness you’re here.  I am simply at wits end trying to deal with these dust bunnies!”
“Wait, seriously?  You called me over to help you sweep up some dust bunnies?”
>She pouts up at you, stomping her foot.
>“But An~on, they’re sca~ry!  The very idea that I might soil my hooves dealing with them has kept me up for the past three nights.”
>You sigh and rub the bridge of your nose.
“Fine, I’ll help you.”
>Squee.
“But you’re doing half the work.”
>You can see her deflate.
“And since you called me over, you get to work the broom.”
>Her bones are the only thing holding her up at this point.
>“But, but, I don’t want to sweep.”
“Well I’m not doing all the work.  Besides, the dustpan holder always gets the most dust on them anyway.”
>She brightens a little at that.
>“Too true.  And with the two of us, we can take care of those filthy creatures in half the time.”
“That’s the spirit!  Let’s get started.”
>She gives a curt nod and steps aside, letting you enter.
>As you close the door after you, you see Rarity standing in the center of her store.
>She seems to be staring at the wall.
“Um, Rari-”
>She stomps her hoof once.
>Twice.
>Three times.
>And resumes staring at the wall.
“Rarity, what are you doing?”
>“Hush, Anon.”
>okay.jpg
>You feel a rumbling under the floor.
>A large purple bin lands next to you with a thud.
>A purple broom is levitating next to the unicorn pony.
 
 
“Rarity, what’s going on?”
>“I told you Anon,”
>From a small hole in the wall, grey clouds begin to roll out.
>They cover half the floor in an instant.
>They’re still rolling out of the hole in the wall.
>“I have a dust bunny problem.”
“No kidding.”
>The flow of bunnies finally settles, thousands of the bastards staring up at you.
>Murderous intent in their sightless white eyes.
>“This is your champion?”
>The sound echoes from every corner of the store.
>A sensation of exactly how ‘boned’ you are fills your body.
>“Indeed.  Anon and I shall rid my wonderful Boutique of you and your filth forever!”
>A deep, throaty laugh.
>You swear the dust bunnies are jumping in time with the laughter.
>“We shall see.  We shall see.”
>The dust bunnies jump and begin to stack on one another.
>Tying their micro-strands of fiber together.
“What, are they doing?”
>“Preparing for battle, of course.  Now listen, Anon.  Make sure that you get every last one.  If even one escapes, they’ll come back.”
>Four dust ponies now stand across from you.
>They stamp their hooves, sending up clouds of dust in the process.
>Rarity snarls.
>“You filthy, filthy things.  Don’t you dare mess up my dresses!”
>Without a second thought, Rarity charges forward, and slams her broom into the flanks of the first dust pony.
>Said pony rockets towards you, being little more than dust and fluff.
>You pull the dust bin up just in time to catch the remains.
>You get a face full of sawdust in the process.
>“Now.”
>Oh dear.
>That grin.
>That almost wild look in her eyes.
>“Which of you pieces of filth is going to try next?”
 
>Ten minutes later, you are sweeping what remains of Rarity’s Boutique Battel.
>The victorious champion has decided to take a bath and is currently lounging in her living quarters.
>You could probably use one yourself, being covered in filth.
>Still, Rarity insisted that you sweep up everything before you leave.
>You’ve never been one to skip out on work.
>Plus she did just face down a horde of dust bunnies.
>As you place the dust bin outside, you sigh and scratch the top of your head.
“Man, what a day.”
>As you walk towards home, you fail to see the fluff in your hair free itself and float away on the breeze.