Rarity was terribly grossed out at the sight of bugs in her shop. Her initial response was to try and shoo them away.

“Go!” She screamed. “Go on! Get out! Icky bugs.” However every time she tried they just came crawling towards her, periodically hopping. She took this as a sign that they had hostile intentions. “Eww. That does it!” She lifted a hoof high in the air. “It’s just as well I was going to take a soak, anyway.”

Unfortunately these tiny creatures were miniaturised stallions, desperately trying to get her to help them out, but their size was too small for her to make out their equine forms or hear their tiny voices.

“Miss!” They cried out. “Please, don’t! We’re not…” Her hoof came crashing down on top of them. Rarity winced for a moment but rolled her hoof across the floor.

“Gross.” She groaned before lifting her hoof up, hesitant to check what would be left. The stallions’ only real chance would be if the spell that shrank them happened to have some form of safety feature.