-----It was a sunny day in Ponyville. Rainbow Dash had done her job well in clearing the skies. Not a cloud was in sight, other than the one in which Rainbow was taking a nap on. There was a warm breeze blowing from the west, which made the beautiful spring day much nicer.

-----Rarity was very busy in her shop, preparing the second versions of the Gala dresses for her friends. She just could NOT believe that NONE of them had liked a single one of them. Her initial reaction to this was hidden frustration, as she tried to keep her cool around her friends. She had just finished Fluttershy's second dress as she walked in. Fluttershy did not seem to like the dress.

-----Rarity could tell that she was less than completely satisfied, and she began to peruse her true opinion. This spurred a long argument over whether Fluttershy should tell her or not. She finally did.

-----"Alright, since you really wanna know," Fluttershy began and took a deep breath, "The arm's sizes tight, the medicollar doesn't go with the shawl lapel, the hems are clearly machine stitched, the pleats are uneven, the fabric feels like toil, used a backstitch here when it clearly called for a top-stitch, or even a traditional blanket stitch, and the overall design is reminiscent of pret-a-porter, and NOT true french Haute Coutoure"

-----"But uh, you know, whatever you want to do is fine..." Fluttershy said, regretting the whole thing.

-----Rarity was outraged by what Fluttershy had just told her. She had already made her TWO dresses. Rarity had gotten mad when Fluttershy hadn't liked the first dress, but two in a ROW? And then she INSULTED her sewing skills! She had gone too far, and Rarity had just snapped.

-----"Umm... sorry if I..." Fluttershy trailed off as she noticed the growing look of rage on Rarity's face. She began to try again, but stopped as Rarity turned away and walked toward a table. She picked up a pair of scissors from the table and began walk back toward her. Fluttershy's eyes grew wide, and she let out a quiet shriek as Rarity drew up the scissors and lunged them toward her. The scissors made their mark in Fluttershy's throat, and sank deep beneath the yellow skin, puncturing her throat. She then proceeded to hold each handle on the scissors and pull them apart. The blood from Fluttershy's severed jugular began to poor both down her throat and onto the floor. Fluttershy began to choke and gargle as the blood filled her lungs, coating the walls of them as it clotted, blocking all oxygen that tried to flow through her body.

-----"I make a dress for you and you tell me to make a new one because you don't like it! I make a second dress, through my anger at your decline to accept the first one, and when I finish the second, you not only STILL don't like it, but you proceed to INSULT me!" Rarity screamed in anger as she removed the scissors from Fluttershy's throat and replaced them repeatedly, spreading the pegasus's warm, red blood over the cold tile floor.

-----"How about I make you a THIRD dress, would you be happy THEN?! Maybe if I make YOU INTO YOUR OWN DRESS! WOULD YOU LIKE THAT?!" Rarity laughed maniacally after the thought of making Fluttershy into a dress occurred to her.

-----Rarity was slowly starting to calm down. She looked down upon the lifeless corpse of Fluttershy and thought 'That isn't a bad idea actually... The material is perfect for a winter dress, so soft and warm. And there's plenty left, too, but what would I do with the... unused parts?'

-----She decided to worry about that later, and headed upstairs to retrieve some tools from some old hunting gear from her younger days. 'I never thought I'd use these again,' Rarity thought as she picked up a dull skinning knife. Rarity had a sudden sense of nostalgia as she gripped around the familiar handle of the blade. She recalled those days in her youth when she was brave enough to be in her hunting party in the Everfree Forest. She snapped out of her daydream as she realized that Twilight Sparkle would be there soon to try on her new dress.

-----Rarity rushed downstairs, skinning knife in hand, intent on quickly skinning Fluttershy's corpse and making a dress out of it before Twilight Sparkle arrived. When she reached Fluttershy's corpse, she inserted the knife into the large wound in her throat and began to extend the cut. When she had cut all the way around the neck, she began to twist the head around the spinal column until it snapped.

-----Rarity had finished removing Flyttershy's skin, and had begun to make the dress out of it. As she worked, she began to sing, "Thread by thread, stitching it together..."