Rarity walked through the halls of Sparks Manor, heading towards the bedroom of her new mistress. As she walked she noticed the young mistress’ sister, Barb, leaving Twilight’s bedroom, her spines were slightly curved and looked out of place, and her button up shirt looked as if it could fall off her through the neck. She saw Rarity and quickly scurried to her own room, blushing hard. “What on earth?” Rarity asked herself.

Rarity entered the room to see Twilight, wearing black dress pants and a blue bra while holding a white shirt. “Good Morning, Rarity,” she greeted, as she buttoned up her shirt.

“Good morning, Mistress,” Rarity returned. “Was that Lady Barb leaving your room? She seemed rather flushed.”

Twilight turned to the older unicorn and a tinge of red spread across her face. “Barb had a nightmare, and she gets embarrassed easy,” she explained.

“The poor dear, and she was only wearing that gaudy shirt? She should be wearing a elegant nightgown that caresses the skin while she sleeps,” Rarity questioned, pouting slightly despite how she had expected the two to act this way from the start.

As Twilight put on the finishing touches with a black jacket and red tie. She took a look of herself in a full length mirror and smirked, pleased with what she saw. “Her nightgown is still on it’s way here, so all she had was my brother’s shirt.”

“May I ask why you are dressed like that, my lady?” Rarity asked, disapproving of her mistress’ choice of clothing.

“When I was younger, I learned to dislike skirts and dresses. So I started to wear pants and they feel more comfortable, than some breezy garment,” Twilight retorted, unable to comprehend Rarity’s gripe with her choice of clothing.

“Well, that suit does... suit you,” Rarity muttered, her eye twitching that her boss dislikes dresses. “But your hair is disaster, and are you serious with that tie? Red with your skin, hair colour, and eyes? My lady, please!” Rarity vented. She strode across the room in a heartbeat, and threw the closet doors open. Within seconds, Rarity had managed to acquire a navy blue tie, and some brushes.

Twilight was slightly dumbfounded and looked at her current tie and back to her simplistic haircut, wondering what could the problem be exactly. She was shocked out of her thoughts when her butler forced her to sit down, while carefully brushing her hair.

Rarity ran the brush through her master’s boring hairstyle, “If I may be so bold, you have such lovely hair, it’d be a shame to waste it on such a lackluster style, Mistress.”

“I liked my hair the way it was, it was practical, and easy to work with,” Twilight complained, she was hoping that Rarity would take the hint and put it back the way it was. “Oh and Rarity?”

“Yes, Mistress?”

“I’d like to see my uncle’s company today, is that acceptable?” Twilight asked, turning slightly to see Rarity’s face.

“Of course, as my lady wishes,” Rarity complied, continuing her brushing. A small smile graced her lips, believing this to be the first step to becoming a designer. “Perhaps I can still make my dreams come true after all.

Upon finishing her brushing, Rarity braided Twilight’s hair, letting it fall across the purple mare’s shoulder and brushed the bangs from her eyes. “There we go, Mistress. It isn’t perfect, but you do wish to see your new company after all.”

Twilight still wore a annoyed look as she felt her hair bundled up behind her. “Alright, lead the way.”

“Very well,” Rarity smiled, she began to lead Twilight down the halls towards the garage. “If I may speak out of turn, Mistress Twilight. I’m rather curious about your sister, Barb was it?”

“Wondering how she and I are related?” Rarity nodded. “It all happened when I was four. When I saw Princess Celestia raise the sun for the Summer Sun Celebration, it inspired me to pursue magic. I wanted to do what the Princess can, and I wanted to help my fellow ponies with my magic. So I studied long and hard for two years, until I thought I was ready for the entrance Exam to Celestia’s School for Gifted Youth. I took the test, but it was harder than I imagined. They asked me to hatch a dragon egg, I later learned that it was just to see how powerful my magic is, but to actually hatch it was unheard of,” Twilight explained.

“Really, that egg was Barb? You must be very powerful to have hatched an egg,” Rarity commented, her eyes widened in surprise.

“At the time, I didn't think I was. They gave me a half hour to hatch the egg, and I was running out of time. I think I slowly broke down to tears near the end when I couldn’t do it, scared that I failed everyone when I heard an explosion from nearby, some kids couldn’t control their fireballs apparently, and scared me into a magic surge. I began levitating ponies, destroying desks, all sorts of chaos. Until my mother came to calm me down, holding me tight while my magic became less violent, I recall her getting sick for a week after that. When I calmed down, we found that the egg hatched, and a baby dragon was rolling around in the pile of rubble that was once a trolley.”

“What of the Princess? Surely she would care if a filly unleashed a tiny piece of chaos and hatched a dragon’s egg,” Rarity said, becoming more curious about Twilight then of Barb.

“I actually never encountered the princess. But some guards did check to see what happened. After my mom got sick from calming down her filly after a magic surge, the doctors wanted to be safe and check me and Barb. My magic reserves somehow increased, and my magic seemed to have weaved itself throughout Barb’s body. So she may not be my sister through blood, she is still related to me through magic. Our parents agreed to take Barb in, my parents sometimes think that I’m Barb’s mother, based on how she follows me around and yearns for my attention.”

“Children are like that. Why, Sweetie once raided my gem collection and made a small drawing of she and I spending time together. Of course I’d scream at her for ruining my gems, but… I could never destroy her hard work just to salvage my gems. I ended up placing it under my bed, in case I need cheering up,” Rarity added, letting out a happy sigh.

“Little sisters are something special. I decided to home-school Barb when she was four and her eyes lit up like a Hearth’s Warming Tree. It actually hurt me when I was forced to send her to real school,” Twilight commented.

“Speaking of school, you seem rather smart for a mare of your age. Which school did you attend, Mistress?” Rarity said, stopping before the garage doors.

“Celestia’s School for the Gifted for nine years, and I took several classes in Starswirl’s Univeristy of Magic for four, obtaining five degrees in the process,” Twilight mused.

“Forgive me Mistress, but that seems a bit farfetched? Wouldn’t getting five degrees in such a short amount of time take years upon years of study?” Rarity said, giving her employer an bemused look.

“It’s true, I got my Master’s in Mathematics six months ago, my Bachelor’s in Biology and Physics four months ago, my Bachelor’s in Chemistry last month, and my Master’s in Magic a few days ago,” Twilight retorted, rather angry that someone would say otherwise about her hard earned degrees.

“I didn’t think schools worked like that, when I got my Bachelor’s of Arts in Trottingham. I recall being in school for five years, and they were a grueling five years of study,” Rarity replied, in mild surprise.

“Interesting, the S.U.M. keeps students until they either fail the class horrendously or have enough knowledge of the subject that they just give you the diploma and tell you ‘congratulations’ while they escort off the premises. My friend Sunset is in S.U.M for her magic degree and her arts. She has her Arts degree, but this is going to be her sixth year for her Magic degree,” Twilight explained. Feeling that they have talked long enough, she pushed the door open to reveal her uncle's large collection of vehicles.

“Your school is very strange then, My Lady,” Rarity said. The duo walked over to a stylish red sports car that had ‘serpent’ as it’s manufacturer.

Both girls walked over to the passenger seat, but when they reached for the door handle, they gave each other a odd look. “Aren’t you driving?” Twilight asked.

“I only have my learner’s, Mistress,” Rarity confessed. Twilight facepalmed as she recalled not getting her licence due to study.

“Get us a ride, Rarity,” Twilight ordered with a annoyed sigh.

~Dood~[/hr]

After a quick change of clothes and a shower, Barb began exploring the house. She wandered the large building’s halls for some time, becoming intimidated by its vast layout a few times, and more than once did she wish Twilight was there.

She soon heard singing coming from the eastern wing; the owner of such a voice felt innocent, sweet, and lonely. The voice reminded Barb of her current predicament of being alone, especially with Twilight and Rarity gone to see the company, and she would have joined the two if she didn’t need to scrub her sister’s semen off her scales, which is harder than it sounds.

Keeping her ears peeled, Barb went to investigate the singer, attempting to find her in the large mansion. As she walked closer to where Rarity had described as the ‘servant’s quarters’, the voice became louder, but still kept that soft tone.

She soon stopped before the room that had the singer inside, and slowly opened the door. She found a filly, possibly a year younger than herself, lying on her belly and colouring on a large sheet of paper. As Barb stepped closer to introduce herself, the door creaked and the mystery filly’s singing stopped. She quickly turned to the dragon girl in shock.

“Are you my sister’s new boss?” the filly asked. She appeared scared of Barb, as she slowly backed away from her.

“I… don’t think so, I think my sis is your sis’ boss. I’m Barb, and I take it you're Sweetie Belle?” The filly nodded slowly, unsure of her new guest. “Can I ask what you were doing?”

“I was drawing a picture for my sister, she’s been pretty down lately and last night she was really nervous,” Sweetie replied. She grabbed her picture and showed it to Barb, it had two figures standing together with big smiles; the larger one had purple hair and a black body, probably representing clothes, while the smaller one had purple and pink hair and a pink body. The two figures were placed in the middle of a large red heart and the rest of the picture was littered with glitter and cut out stars. Just above the heart were words that read “Me and my Sister”.

“I’m sure she’ll love it when you give it to her,” Barb complemented.

“It’s not ready yet though, I still need to add the rainbow,” Sweetie said, she crawled over and grabbed her box of crayons and went back to colouring.

Barb seated herself next to Sweetie, smiling as she watched the little girl colour. “You really love your sister, huh?”

“Yeah, but she’s usually busy. After Mr. Sparks went away, Rarity got depressed. But now that a lady named Twilight is here and in charge of Mr. Sparks’ work, she got really worried that she wouldn’t like her or her dresses,” Sweetie explained. She became so enthralled in the conversation that she stopped colouring in her rainbow. “How about you?”

“Well… Twilight does her best to spend time with me, but she gets so focused on her studies that everything else might as well not exist anymore. But I don’t wanna live in a world without her, I’m now worried about how her new duties will affect us,” Barb uttered, laying her head on the floor next to Sweetie Belle, pouting slightly.

“Worried that she might stop doing stuff with you?” Sweetie asked.

“Well yeah, our uncle gave her Sparks’ Designs, and my brother let her govern Everfree since he was going to the Crystal Kingdom with our old foalsitter. I think it’s too much for Twilight to handle, and I wish… I just wish it all didn’t have to go to Twilight,” Barb sulked, she felt a nudge and saw a large sheet of paper and a crayon.

“Why don’t you make her a picture?” Sweetie suggested.

Barb turned her gaze back to her new friend and smiled, accepting the sheet of paper. “Thanks.” As she drew her picture for Twilight a question popped into her head. “What do you think of Uncle Silver?”

“Uncle? You mean Mr. Silver Sparks?” Sweetie answered. “He was really nice to me, and would play games with me and sneak some snacks for me, but Rarity didn’t like him very much.”

“Oh, what about your parents though?”

“My parents live in Los Pegasus. They are usually really busy but they come to visit every few weeks. With how late they work, they think I’ll get lonely so they asked Rarity to take me with her so that I can have a normal life. Not much difference, but when Mom and Dad come to visit or I go to visit them, they always have a lot of time for me and Rarity, so It’s fine. What about your parents?”

“I… was adopted into Twilight’s family, she did hatch me from my egg after all. It’s weird because most of the time, I see Twilight as my sister, sometimes as my best friend, and there have been times where I’ve seen her as my mother. But my parents are all right, I get a decent amount of attention, but I tend to hang out around Twilight more than anyone else.”

“So you and Twilight are best friends?” Sweetie asked, curiosity burning in her eyes.

“Yeah, we are…” Barb said, a small smile forming on her lips as she continued her picture.

~Dood~[/hr]

Rarity and Twilight got out of the luxurious taxi with minimal problems, before them lay Sparks’ Designs, Silver Sparks’ old company. A large silver and purple building with various curves and slender towers. “Here we are Mistress, is it to your liking?”

Twilight turned to her butler after paying the cab fare and took a look at her new workplace. “Why does it look like an inguinal breasted creature lying on her back with her legs high in the air?”

“I’m sorry?” Rarity asked, confused.

“The tips near the entrance are the breasts and the two large towers are legs. That would mean that the entrance itself would the vagina. The windows near the back offices look almost like the creature is smiling. The two wings of the building makes it look like it’s reclining,” Twilight excplained, staring at the odd building.

“Forgive your humble servant for her lack of vocabulary but may I ask what is inguinal?”

“It means the part of the anatomy that is related to the groin.”

Rarity nodded in confirmation as the pieces settled in quickly. “I thank you for ruining the building’s image for me, Mistress.”

“Please blame the architect for making my uncle’s company’s main office look like an animal-like pony in heat,” Twilight commented as they pressed forward. Each step taken made Rarity feel sick from Twilight’s impromptu observations. Even as they reached the doors, Rarity wasn’t sure if she should enter, knowing what the building’s entrance symbolized. “Relax Rarity, hundreds of ponies come in and out of that entrance everyday, let’s just go,” Twilight said, in slight annoyance as she pressed through the doors.

The mare behind the desk began to laugh at what Twilight just said, confusing the young duchess. Rarity sucked in a breath, shut her eyes, and strode into the building quickly. As she strode forward she felt her body warm up, becoming slightly more comfortable. “My word, it’s hot in here.”

This comment caused the receptionist to fall backwards in her chair, laughing herself into a stupor. Rarity glanced at her employer for answers. “I don’t know, and I don’t care,” Twilight uttered, walking up the the desk to speak with the laughing mare. “Excuse me, would you happen to have a list of all the board members of Sparks Designs?”

The receptionist gave a quick glance at Twilight, trying to calm herself down. “S-sorry, ma’am. Hehe, we don’t carry tha-that here. May I ask who is a-asking?”

“Twilight Sparkle, your new boss.” Twilight replied with a hint of annoyance.

The mare quickly shut up and reorganized herself, sitting up straight. “I-I’m so sorry, Miss Sparkle. Miss Finish is in the right for- in the studio wing, and Mr. Toity is in his office near the back of the building.”

Twilight’s brow raised in confusion. “It’s just me and two others? Isn’t that inefficient?”

“Mr. Trends is in Baltimare for a business deal. All three have been made aware of Mr. Sparks passing and your position in the industries.”

“So it’s just four then,” Twilight muttered, holding her face with her hand. “Very well, studio wing and office. Let’s go Rarity.”

“Very well, my lady,” Rarity answered. She began to follow Twilight towards the studio wing. “What is your plan now?”

“Meet with my executives, discuss the future of my company, and look through my uncle’s documents.”

“I see, and we are off to see Mr. Toity?”

“Yes, then we’ll go to see Ms. Finish.”

They entered a large room with cubicles with ponies working hard in front of a computer or handing slips of paper to each other. “Well, this appears normal.”

As the pair cut through the office most of the workers stopped to watch them pass by; those that knew who they were from the fax from a few days ago watched in fear and tried to keep busy, while those that didn’t pay attention simply watched, dumbstruck.

They found a door with the name “Hoity Toity” on it and heard talking within. They were stopped by a timid orange pegasus that sat in her desk next to the door. “Mr. Toity… is in a meeting. May I ask you to be seated while he finishes?”

“Seriously?” Twilight protested. She walked over to the door and knocked.

“I’m busy, please come back in a moment,” the voice called out, it sounded annoyed but still had a odd lighthearted tone to it.

Twilight sighed and went to take a seat by the door. Rarity quietly seating herself next to her employer.

Many minutes have passed as they waited, but then the secretary cleared her throat, “Mr. Toity will see you now.”

The grey stallion with what appears to be a fancy bird’s nest on his head, was flabbergasted by the sudden intrusion. “Hello, how may I help you?” He asked, his expression from annoyance became surprise when he got a good look at the purple mare approaching him

“Good afternoon, Mr. Toity. My name is Twilight Sparkle and I-”

“No need for the introduction, Ms. Sparkle. I know who you are, and why you are here. I take it you want to know what ‘exactly’ we do here at your company?” Hoity said, the way he smiled made it difficult for either mare to determine if he was pleased to see Twilight or rather annoyed by her presence.

Twilight frowned slightly, annoyed that she was cut off but let it go for now. “That would be nice, I have heard of Sparks’ Designs but my studies kept me from knowing more than the name, the fact that they design clothing and have magazines with numerous half naked women. So if you would please elaborate.”

“We are much more than a clothing designer. We are the future of fashion, darling!” Hoity sang. “We don’t just sell clothing, we sell lifestyles and help anyone look good, no matter the race.”

“So we profit from the vanity of other ponies?”

“Close, we profit from helping everyone look good, not just ponies. We cater to griffons, minotaurs, zebras, we even have a selection of swimwear for seaponies. Trust me when I say this; we may profit from their vanity, but we are not monsters in that sense. We provide jobs for many ponies, and unlike some competitors… our designs are hand made rather than drawn then given to some sap to duplicate it all,” Hoity boasted.

“Jobs huh? How do we mass produce the designs though?” Twilight asked, rubbing her chin as she thought.

“Magic, my dear. We hire many seamstress unicorns to duplicate the clothing with their magic. We understand that using so much magic is tiring so we give them the usual break. Is that all acceptable?”

“Really, I guess this would be as good as anytime to get a tour, don’t you think?”

“While I’d let you, considering this is your company now. It would be difficult since the workers are off today, they will be back Monday, I hope this is acceptable,” Hoity said with a apologetic smile.

“Well then, I’ll see it on Monday, I’d rather see how everything is done. What about the office workers?”

Hoity rolled his eyes. “They’re everything you’d expect an office worker to be. Either pretending to do their job while playing solitaire, or sending pictures of the models to each other and masturbating to them. Yet they still managed to get their work done,” he said in slight disgust.

Twilight and Rarity merely stood in silence as that information processed. “They… masturbate in the office?”

“It’s rare but it happens. We’ve had a few complaints about it from the janitorial staff but Silver Sparks never did anything about it, he’d just watch the cameras and wait for one of the girls to start masturbating to a picture and stare.”

Twilight was speechless. Not only did her workers slack off and masturbated during company time, but her uncle allowed it then watched them do it? “Unacceptable!”

Hoity jumped back a bit from the outburst. “Ms. Twilight?”

“Hoity, I want anyone that is caught slacking off to be written up, second time offenders will be suspended without pay for three days, a third offense will be termination from here. I can’t believe some ponies would do that in a workplace,” Twilight fumed. Hoity took a few steps away from the purple mare for safety. A small smile graced Rarity’s face as a sense of relief flowed through her. “I don’t care how efficient they are, if they want to goof off, they can do that at home. I don’t want to pay ponies to just play games on their computers and masturbate to pictures of the models. You are a board member, why didn’t YOU deal with it?”

Hoity gave an awkward smile and swallowed his breath. “I was told not to worry about it from Silver Sparks, a happy employee is a good employee, after all”

“There is a difference between treating your employee well and letting them do anything they want WHILE you pay them,” Twilight scolded. She walked out of the room. many of the ponies looked scared as she looked around the room, glaring at each pony. “Seeing as I might as well repeat myself: if you are caught procrastinating on the job, you will be written up. After the second offence, you will be suspended from work, without pay. The third time you are caught, your job here will be terminated. So no more playing games on your computers, no more… masturbating to pictures of our models. I mean seriously? You’re actually masturbating in this office? You should all be ashamed of yourselves,” Twilight shouted, everyone in the room hide in their cubicles or attempted to hide from the enraged mare. She then turned back to Hoity. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal clear, miss.” Hoity replied, shrinking at his desk.

“Come on Rarity, we still have to speak with Ms. Finish,” Twilight commanded, marching out of the office area, every pony in the room began to cower in their seats, as the purple mare stomped out the door.

Rarity had to jog for a bit to catch up to her employer. “That was... quite the display, Miss.”

“Sorry, but I can’t stand how they had the audacity to slack off and get paid for it. And the fact that they...masturbated at work? It sickens me.”

Rarity was taken back by the crude language that the normally well-versed mare said. “What about yourself? Are you, perhaps against masturbation Mistress?”

Twilight gave her butler a confused look. “I’m not against masturbation. It’s a natural thing and something ponies may need to do from time to time, but there is a time and place for it.”

“Then I must have been mistaken.”

Moments passed and the two found themselves at the studio. Twilight’s temper had lessened as she distanced herself from the offices.

As the door opened they were gifted with the sight of many mares and a few stallions wearing gowns, bathing suits, and other fashion designs. Near one of the green screens was a blue furred mare that wore a large black and white striped dress. She looked over the various models that she has to work with as she adjusted her ruby sunglasses. “Fleur! Macintosh! We are ready for you now!”

Twilight turned to see a large red stallion wearing blue jeans and a tight black t-shirt, making note that Rarity was attempting to keep herself from drooling. But what lifted Twilight’s mood was the form fitting sparkling dress that was on the slender white mare that walked alongside the red guy. “Interesting…”

“I must admit, that red stud looks good in that outfit, wouldn’t you agree?” Rarity asked.

Twilight merely shrugged. “The big guy is okay, but we’re not here for eye candy. We need to speak to Ms. Finish.” Rarity was slightly put off by how Twilight dismissed the hunk of an earth pony that was before them, but her employer was now making her way through the models to reach the head photographer. She wasn’t sure if her eyes were playing with her, but the butler could have swore that Twilight smirked as she eyed all the lightly clothed mares and griffons that she walked by.

“Ms. Finish?”

“Vat do you vant?” The blue mare muttered angrily. “I’m fery busy makink zee magiks; you now shpeak or leafe.”

“My name is Twilight Sparkle, and I’d like to know how things are going at the moment,” Twilight answered. The photographer simply glared at the purple mare for a moment before leaning back for a moment, deep in thought.

“You are one of my girls, ya?”

“Actually Ms. Finish, you’re one of mine. I take it you were too busy to know that my uncle has passed on and left me his business?”

There was a long silence in the room, all the models stared at Twilight in shock and awe. Ms. Finish took her glasses off and gave the purple mare a look over. “Vell… I’m surprised zat Mr. Shparks would give his kompany up to a girl. Konsidering how he akted around mine.”

“Despite how hard he tried to take his... actions to the grave, my butler notified me about his habits. And hopefully Hoity’s division will start getting some work done now,” Twilight discussed. The two mares became locked in a battle of wills, searching for weakness in the other’s resolve.

“Yes… I’fe heart about how zee office monkeys like to play vith zemselves after vitnessink true magiks.”

“Well, they now know that I will not tolerate that behaviour, if they wish to do that… they can do it at home,” Twilight said, putting her hands at her waist.

The two stood in silence for a moment before the photographer flashed a smile. “I am zinkink that this kompany will be taking an interestink turn. My name is Photo Finish, and I take it you vish to vitness real magiks?”

Twilight relaxed herself after the mild mental battle she just had. “Of course, I’d like to know what kind of things we’ll be selling to our consumers.” Photo gestured for Twilight and Rarity to follow her to the green screens as they watched the red stallion and white mare pose for one of Photo Finish’s assistants.

“Alright Big Mac, I need you to lift that tire,” a green mare photographer said. The red stallion nodded and went to lift the tire with little difficulty as the camera took several shots of the action.

Rarity was fanning herself as she watched the stallion’s arms flex and nearly fainted as the stallion used his shirt to dry some sweat off his brow, giving her a view of his well-toned abs. Twilight looked bored watching Big Mac posing for the camera, the photographer turned slightly to notice that the CEO was bored and became nervous.

“Zis one not doink it for you?” Photo asked.

“Not really… maybe it’s because I’m more into mares than stallions,” Twilight uttered. Rarity turned her head quickly to her employer in complete shock. “Is there a problem, Rarity?”

“Y-you-you’re a fill-fillyfooler, mistress?” Rarity stuttered, having difficulties putting words together.

“Never heard of the term, but if thats a moronic name for ‘mare that prefers the company of other mares’ then sure… I’m a fillyfooler. Would that be a problem, Rarity?” Twilight asked.

Rarity shrunk back at the tone of her employer’s words. “No-not at all, my lady. Just… a surprise, is all.” She gave an awkward smile as she went back to watching Big Mac pose for the camera. “The things I do for myself and Sweetie Belle,” she thought while fixing her dress so that Twilight wouldn’t start watching her rump or her breasts.

“I zink I might be able to see vhy your unkle put you in his place now,” Photo muttered. “Big Mac, you go get khanget and be ready in ein hour.” The Red Stallion nodded and walked off set.

Next up was Fleur, the sight of the mare stretching in front of the camera and showing off every curve of her slender yet flexible body made Twilight a rather happy pony, but she did her best to not show it outright, only giving a slight smile to show her interest.

“As you kan see, vee take hundreds of photos a day, and the ones vee like the most gets put in our ads and magazines. Your Unkle had a great interest in my girls and vould vatch the surfeillance tapes ofer and ofer again… this kan be seen as kreepy, but to me… it says that my girls are doing a prima job in selling the brant if our CEO is masturbatink in his office to zem.”

Twilight pulled herself away from Fleur’s shapely rump. "Of course. while I agree with that, it still doesn’t mean they should masturbate at work. I most definitely do not want to pay a bunch of teenagers that sit at their desks stroking themselves to your girls. It’s not your girls I’m annoyed with, this division is apparently well put together. I wish I could say the same about Hoity Toity’s division.”

“Hoity Toity is a gut shtallion, maybe a little veak-villed, but he tries his best to manage his vorkers,” Photo commented. Her grin grew as she noted that Twilight’s eyes kept focus on the models shapely breasts and ass. “Tvilight correct? You take some of our vork, maybe zey kan be ov use?” Photo then hands Twilight a small bundle of magazines.

Twilight looked over the cover curiously before fighting back a grin. “Thank you, Photo. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to finish up my tour then head for home. Thank you for the presentation.”

Photo merely nodded and gave the purple mare a wave good bye before turning back to her ‘magiks’. ”Ich bin fasziniert, aber sind sie wirklich anders als ihr Onkel, Fräulein Sparkle?” she thought, watching the pair leave. Rarity remained behind Twilight during the walk however, becoming more cautious about the mare.

They soon arrived at Twilight’s new office. The back of the office was simply just various tinted windows, in the middle was a large C-shaped desk that held three computers. The walls appeared to be made of wood and were decorated with pictures of various griffons, zebras, and ponies being sexy, none of them had anything covering their chest and either wore panties or a skirt. “My uncle had interesting taste. Seems like he kept the best for his office.”

“My word...” Rarity muttered.

Twilight rolled her eyes and walked to her desk, and cycled through the cabinets attached to the desk. She took a large collection of folders and shut the drawer. “Well you won’t have to look at them for long, I’m done here.”

Rarity let out a sigh of relief as she quickly left the office. Twilight followed suit but not before giving her uncle’s pictures one last glance.

~Dood~[/hr]

Twilight and Rarity entered the manor after a interesting first day. The purple mare held a large collection of folders and files in her arms. They soon heard giggling coming from down the hall, finding a teenaged unicorn and dragon running toward them at full speed.

While Rarity managed to stay on her hooves after being forced into a hug by her sister, Twilight wasn’t as fortunate, as she fell backwards from Barb’s own tackle, forcing her uncle’s papers to fly across the foyer. “Welcome back Twilight!” Barb greeted, snuggling deeply into her sister’s bosom.

“Heh, interesting way to greet others,” Twilight jested, slowly rising to her hooves while holding Barb.

Sweetie Belle withdrew a folded up piece of paper and presented it to her sister. “Here you go, sis.”

“Oh?” Rarity mused. After folding the slip out, it turned out to be a large picture of her and Sweetie Belle holding hands and having a picnic under a rainbow. “Sweetie, I love it.” Sweetie gave the butler a big smile before returning to give her a big hug.

Barb quickly dug into her back pockets to bring out a similar folded sheet and handed it to Twilight. “What do ya think?”

“Interesting design, but I take it you want me to look at the picture on it?” Twilight joked, unfolding the paper. The picture was of Twilight and Barb holding each other, smiling as if for a picture. Twilight was behind Barb and it appeared that Barb was holding the purple arm that draped over her shoulder. But as Twilight studied it, she felt something was off with the picture, soon realizing that neither she or Barb had clothing on, but there was no nipples drawn so it would evade the perception of many onlookers. Twilight looked over the picture with a discerning eye. “Well… Very interesting picture you made, Barb. I like it,” she said, faking her best smile.

Barb’s face light up like a Hearth’s Warming Day star, “You mean it?”

“Of course, there was a lot of effort put into making this just perfect for your big sister, right?” Twilight chimed, trying to be as supportive as possible.

Sensing her Mistress’ unease, Rarity took a step over to see the picture itself, and smiled. “It’s wonderful, young Miss. It definitely something worthy of your sister’s attention I think.” Rarity said, giving the dragon a warming smile.

Sweetie began to pout annoyed that her sister is interested in Barb’s picture. Barb gave the filly an apologetic smile before Twilight handed her back the picture. “I got some work to do, Barb. If you can… put your picture in my room and I’ll give it a home somewhere, okay?” the purple unicorn said.

“You got it, Twi!” Barb happily ran off towards her sister’s room while Twilight began picking up her assorted files.

“Do you still have work, Rarity?” Sweetie asked, with hopeful eyes.

“Well, I’m not sure... Mistress?” Rarity turned to her employer.

“I just need you for a little bit then you can see your sister for the rest of the night,” Twilight sighed. Sweetie Belle nodded and went back to her room.

“You and your sister appear rather close, Mistress. I’m rather jealous that I don’t have that kind of relationship with Sweetie Belle,” Rarity murmured, giving her employer a heartwarming smile.

“Trust me… it’s more trouble than you think.” Twilight uttered under her breath. She motioned Rarity to follow her as they went to her study to deal with the files she acquired.

Author's Note

Yay... I'm updating more often!

Thanks Wrabbit and neobrony7?(I forgot your number) for the look over, Peppy Greyskull for trying to talk me into getitng Twilight to nail some dragon ass sooner, and James Rye for strange amount of knowledge when it comes to butlers, and for the german help with Photo's non-english line, dood.

Not at the moment though... House Sparkle 4 won't be around until I finish both the Lyra/Bon-Bon chapter and some Futa Disgaea Chapter I decided to use (based on the Laharl-Chan ending where you lose to Hoggmieser and become his next money-making Idol, dood.)... I'll post it's Google.docs here on a blog thingie... but you can also ctahc it on Hentai Foundry and Futanari palace, dood.

Peace, dood!