Rarity's Ears

As the change comes to pass over your hear, your horn awakens, your ears become shape-able, they have suddenly been transformed into luxurious fabrics that you are used to working with, a pair of phantom scissors, levitated as if by unicorn magic, appear, painlessly cutting them away from the sides of your head, they are unneeded riff-Raff, a new soft white fabric floats by, a wonderful, fabulous, snowy white. There, that's the ticket. Those phantom scissors make quick work of that beautiful, regal fabric, shaping them into your new pony ears, a needle a some thread pass along to sew your new, more fashionable ears on, atop your head, You are a master, the best in all of Equestira, they do so seamlessly, before returning to living feeling pony flesh

These are your new ears; they are covered in a soft, plush, fur that warm and comfort you as they move to catch the slightest noise around them.

When you are happy, or interested in something, they will be perky and upright.
When you are sad or tired, they will lay to the side.
It feels so amazing,
absolutely amazing,
to be scratched behind your new, pony ears.