Fun for Two Fillies

“What do you think is going on in there?” asked Rarity, looking up the stairs towards the room Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash had disappeared into. She and Twilight had shelved most of the books at this point, and had left Owlowiscious to finish sorting and tidying them. They were sitting at a low table now, sipping some tea that Rarity had brewed.

“Rarity, we shouldn’t pry. I’m sure they’re... resolving their differences and strengthening their friendship.” She floated the small teacup made of white ceramic to her mouth using her magic, and took a sip. “Mmm, chamomile, with a hint of honey. This really hits the spot after a long day of work.” It was nearly evening now, and they could see through the windows that it had grown cloudy and was starting to rain.

After talking to Fluttershy, Rarity had reached out to Twilight for help in setting Fluttershy up with Rainbow Dash, and all had gone to plan without a hitch. As they sat together, Twilight felt quite relaxed, but Rarity was apprehensive, stirring in her seat and glancing up the stairs at the door to the guest room. She asked, “Twilight... exactly what did that spell do to Rainbow Dash?”

“Hmm?” Twilight looked up from her tea. “Oh, well it, umm... it turned Rainbow Dash into a boy pony.”

Rarity’s eyes grew wide with realization. “Oh, I see.” An awkward silence set in as Twilight sipped her tea. Rarity looked eagerly at Twilight from across the table. “That must be simply fascinating to experience. Wouldn’t you agree, Twilight?”

Twilight edged backwards as Rarity leaned closer to her across the table, her eyes wide with excitement. “Umm, yeah, I guess it must be... pretty interesting.” She tried to avoid looking at Rarity, and sipped her tea again. What’s gotten into her? she thought.

Suddenly Rarity’s tone and expression changed. Her eyes narrowed as she took on a look of determination. Twilight never could have prepared herself for what she would ask next: “Twilight, darling, I want you to use that spell on me, too.”

Twilight choked on her tea, her eyes wide with surprise. After coughing a few times to clear her throat, she sat down her teacup. She forced a fake smile, and, afraid of the answer she might receive, she asked, “you’re kidding... right?”

Her fake smile fell away quickly, as she knew by the look on Rarity’s face that she was, indeed, quite serious.