There was a consistent buzzing sound from the sewing machine as the newest part of a dress, a frilly sleeve, was being pushed through. Rarity gave a little yawn, holding the fabrics with her magic aura and idly looking around her workroom. "Ho-hum," she murmured, growing bored. She had spent the entire day making dresses, and now the clock on her wall was telling her that it had gone well past eight o'clock at night. "Why must Tuesdays be so boring?" she said to herself, pulling the finished product away from the machine,"Nopony ever comes to buy anything, it's just me sitting all by myself, working." She trotted over to the other side of the room, placing the bit of cloth on a model and grabbing a needle.

She took a moment to breathe before threading the needle and pushing it through the fabric of the dress. Pausing momentarily, she thought she heard the bell above her front door ringing. It didn't continue, however, so she dismissed it. "I must be going crazy from all this work," she mused, turning back to her sewing. She stopped again, giving a straight expression to nopony in particular. "I really have to stop talking to myself..." she sighed.

A few minutes later, she had finished putting the sleeve onto the main body of the dress, and was preparing to put it in its box. "Oh thank goodness," she said, closing the cardboard box, "finally done with orders for today." Putting it alongside other things she was to put in the mail tomorrow, she placed her glasses down and headed downstairs.

Flopping over onto her couch, she gave a big sigh, and snuggled up to a pillow on the side. She silently poured some tea into a cup on a nearby table. "Just what I need," she yawned, pulling a book off the table with her magic and opening it, "some peace and quiet. No sewing machines, no running everywhere to get materials, just some light reading on my favorite sofa, and maybe a little tea."

"Rarity!" came an incredibly loud voice, accompanied by the sound of the door being slammed shut, "I'm home!"

Rarity threw the book through the ceiling in surprise. "Sweetie Belle!" she yelled, leaning up on her couch.

"Raaaarity!" Sweetie Belle called again, "Where are you?" She began running towards the steps, only to stop and trip over as Rarity grabbed her tail as she passed by her. Looking up, she smiled at her sister. "Hey, Rarity!" she said.

"Sweetie Belle, must you be so loud?" Rarity asked, lifting the filly up to her face. She was about to continue scolding her when she was momentarily distracted by her book falling back through the hole in the ceiling. Sweetie Belle, meanwhile, plopped down facefirst onto the floor as she was released.

Getting back up, she hopped onto the couch next to Rarity. "Hey, sis, can I ask you something?" she asked, getting uncomfortably close to her face. Rarity sighed, and pulled Sweetie Belle between her forelegs in a hug.

"Aren't you at least going to tell me about your day, first?" she asked, running a hoof through her curly hair, "You've been gone all day, and it's nearly your bedtime."

"My day was fine," Sweetie giggled, "Apple Bloom and Scootaloo were getting ready for tomorrow's crusade." She wiggled around in Rarity's legs, turning to face her. "Can I ask my question now?"

Rarity smiled and rolled her eyes. "All right, what is it you want to know?"

"Well..." Sweetie Belle started, "Do you think I'd look good with big boobies?"

For very understandable reasons, reality seemed to stop entirely for Rarity in that moment. "I-I'm sorry, what was that?" she asked, her grip loosening. Surely she had misheard her sister.

Sweetie Belle leaned up closer to her. "I said, do you think I'd look good with big boobies?" she said, pointing downwards to her crotch, "You know, the things that go here?" A moment passed, quietly.

"W-w-w-well," Rarity stammered, "I-I uh, well." Noticing Sweetie Belle beginning to gesture more towards her crotch, she grabbed her hooves in her magic and put them back towards her chest. "I know where they are, Sweetie," she said, flatly, "You don't have to point them out."

Sweetie looked confused. "Is that a yes or a no?"

"Uh, um..." was the response she got. Rarity took a deep breath, closing her eyes, then exhaled. "I'll tell you when you're older, Sweetie," she said, patting her on the head.

"But I wanna know now!" Sweetie Belle whined, "Please tell me!"

Rarity swallowed. "Why do you want to know?" she asked, hoping she would get discouraged.

Sweetie Belle's eyes shifted around from side to side. "I just wanna know..." she muttered, looking a little upset. She snuggled up closer to Rarity, accidentally poking her chin with her horn. Though, what was more upsetting to Rarity was Sweetie Belle accidentally nudging the space between her thighs.

"Uh, Sweetie, darling, you're getting a little too close for comfort," Rarity said, feeling her sister cling to her tightly. Sweetie Belle went back slightly, her ears drooping. "Now, tell me why you want to know about..." Rarity sighed between words, "Your boobies."

Sweetie Belle frowned, sinking off of the couch. “Well...” she muttered, “I-if I had them, would you think I’d be ugly?”

Rarity put a hoof around her shoulder. “Oh-er-um...” she made some confused noises, before making an awkward smile. “Sweetie. I think you’re the most beautiful filly in all of Equestria,” she said, wishing the conversation would end, “you shouldn’t worry about such silly things.”

“But you're always talking about how you hate those 'scandalous mares baring their big bosoms for the papers,'" Sweetie Belle said, frowning, "And I was worried that when I get big boobies, you'll hate me..."

“Sweetie Belle, darling, it doesn’t matter. I’m always going to love you,” Rarity said, “regardless of how big your boobies are.” She breathed, hoping that would solve it, then took a satisfied sip from her teacup. Then, Rarity made a sudden realization. "Wait, did you say when you get-”

Sweetie gave a sigh of relief, then hugged Rarity again, cutting off whatever she was going to say. “Thank you so-so much!” she squealed while nuzzling her sister's face, "I knew I could trust you! You’re the best!”

Rarity sighed, patted Sweetie on the head and let her back on the floor. "It's nearly your bedtime, Sweetie Belle. Why don't you go on upstairs and brush your teeth? You have school tomorrow, you know." She said, pointing upstairs. Happily, Sweetie Belle bounced towards the staircase and headed up it. Rarity sighed. "That filly is so strange," she said, dusting the leftover ceiling particles off of her book, "I don't know where she gets it." Then, she stared blankly forward for a moment, and sighed. “I really need to stop talking to myself.”

Author's Note

If you're wondering, the next chapter is when things actually start happening.

I'm really bad at this, but am trying to get back in the swing of things. Tell me how I can improve on this, please.