"This is it. I have to make myself presentable. Oh, this won't do! Why'd he have to spring this on me now of all times." Rarity fretted as she scoured the contents of her saddlebags, and took a few of the fabric samples she'd kept for clients on the go. Then used them to clean the stickiness around her marehood. She fought to throw away the disgusting rags, but knew with a little hot water they'll be 'relatively' clean. For now, she'll have to carry her filth and shame with her. 