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                - >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.
 
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