Author's Note

I hope you guys enjoy my new story! I have no time, nor grammatical skills, so I haven't edited this, so be sure to put in the comments any mistakes you happen to find.

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Edit One completed at 12:26 PM, 3/01/2015, hopefully it should be more readable, though it has only been up for a couple of hours.

Edit Two completed at 7:00 PM, 3/01/2015

Morning, Sparkles!

I woke up, a familiar feeling filling me, my head pounding and my body aching.

Morning Sparkle! How did you sleep?! I had, like, a super time last night!

I groan as I clutch my head, the undeniable symptoms of a hangover plaguing my body.

Oh, shut up Bubbles! Can’t you see I’m dying?!

Though she wasn’t really there, I knew she was pouting.

Oh, don’t be such a total downer, Sparkle! I know you had fun last night, just like you always do!

I growl in annoyance.

Well, maybe, but I always have to do the washing, and I always have to deal with the hangover!

Oh, yeah, washing! You should, like, totally wash my favorite dress, I’d hate for it to be all dirty!

Since when do you not like dirty things? I ask cheekily.

Since shut up, that’s when!

Oh no… I lift the covers of my bed off myself, and see that dress, Bubbles’ favorite dress.

It was less of a dress, and more of a cover for my- our midriff, it was made of a shiny latex, it was a bright pink, it barely covered our crouch, and was just, just enough to cover our nipples.

And that’s about it, it’s a simple dress, but quite effective for Bubbles’ purposes.

I step out of the bed, and have to hold the dress onto myself to at least attempt to keep myself decent. The dress doesn’t fit me, of course, not at all, the chest area stretches far from my breasts, and my waist is nowhere near close to filling the dress.

I realize my window’s open as a breeze blows into the room, I shiver as it grazes my crotch, and I feel the dried reminiscence of something.

Now, I may have a killer hangover, and I can’t remember a thing from last night, but prior knowledge leads me to making an educated guess as to what's on my crouch.

Bubbles! Once, just once! Could you please have a shower!

I can tell Bubbles is sulking.

I’m really, super sorry Sparkle! I know I was supposed to, but after we finished at his place, I came right home, and then I was totally tired, so I, like, fell asleep.

I may have been feeling nauseous, but I could still taste, and as my tongue moved around my mouth I could taste something, not that I didn’t like the taste…

Bubbles…

Oh come on! She moaned, you can’t get mean with me for not brushing, you always forget!

I hung my head in defeat, while I wanted to be mad, I couldn’t. It was true, I did usually forget to brush my teeth and left it up to Bubbles to do so.

I decide to let it slide, Bubbles was just being Bubbles, and if she got angry every time I did something she didn’t like, I don’t think she’d ever be able to calm down.

I trip on something, and stumble before quickly regaining my balance. The sudden change of posture is enough to irritate the blood in my head, quickly sending me in a dizzy spell.

After I recover, I look down to see Spike’s bed, I become as stiff as a board as I look at it.

How could I have been so stupid? What would I say to Spike if he saw me like this?!

He’s at Rarity’s, remember? That’s why you let me have so much fun last night!

Oh yeah… I feel embarrassed about forgetting something like this.

Oh! I forgot to say! Thanks a bunch for letting me go crazy last night! It was, like, the most fun ever!

I chuckled at Bubbles constant happiness.

You don’t have to thank me, I really should let you out more often, it feels like you get the short end of the stick.

Don’t say that, Sparkle! You let me have fun all the time! I get to have fun at night, and you get to be, like, all smart and stuff during the day.

I giggle at Bubbles as I continue my trek to the washing machine.

I body feels stiff as I exit my room and walk down the stairs, and I find that my arms are covered in glow sticks.

I want to be mad at Bubbles for going to a club, for they’re outrageously expensive, and the loud music is enough to shatter your eardrums.

But in this instance, I can’t be mad at Bubbles, for I know that she uses her generous… growth, to get past the money problems. And I don’t get out much, so her dancing the night away was probably the best exercise I’ve gotten in a while.

I make my way to the laundry, and slip out of the small, yet oversized, dress.

I throw it into the machine, then I notice what I’m wearing underneath.

A pink thong, it’s buried itself… inside me, I might have well not have worn underwear. And my bra… They’re pasties.

I hate to be forward, and to put that image in the mind, but that’s all that’ve covering me from the world.

I take off the thong and throw that into the machine as well, but leave the pasties on for the time being.

I reach up to the top cupboard to grab the detergent, a stinging pain searing from my back, I snatch the detergent and quickly fall back to the ground.

I turn my head to see some healing scratches on my back. Lovemarks.

Bubbles…! I growl.

Look, he was super hot, if you saw his face, you’d see he was totally worth it. And at the time, it felt amazing!

I huff angrily, damn it, Bubbles! What about the aftermath! You always leave me to deal with it! Like what I said about hangovers, they’re because of dehydration, so when you have a beer, or some other alcoholic beverages, you have a glass of water, that way I don’t have to deal with the aftermath.

Hey! Like you’re one to talk! Screamed Bubbles.

I think I might have upset her, which makes me feel quite guilty, because Bubbles is usually an unbreakable wall of happiness.

What about when I have to deal with your aftermaths?! You, like, run around all day with your friends, using your brain and always doin’ stuff! Then, after you’re all, like, tired and stuff, you let me take control, leaving me so tired that I don’t even get to have any fun! And every time I get to have some fun, you get all “oh, you’re bein’ all bad ‘n’ stuff”!

I cringe, and not because of the scratches and hangover, it always makes me feel bad when Bubbles gets upset with me, it was so hard to upset her, and when you do upset her, she'd get so sad. It’s never a good feeling to be the giver of that feeling.

I- I’m sorry, Bubbles, I forget that my actions as consequences too… sorry.

Bubbles giggled, Na, it’s all good, Sparkle! Sorry for getting all sad then!

I smiled. That’s the Bubbles I know.

I pour the detergent into the washing machine and turn it on, washing the latex dress and thong.

Wait! Sparkle what are you doing! Cried Bubbles.

Ugh, what? I ask, we’ve already had an exciting morning, I could only wonder what was happening now.

Sparkle! My dress! It’s going to be totally destroyed if it goes through the washing machine!

Crap! I quickly turn off the machine, throw open the door, grab the dress, and pull it out of the machine.

Oh goody! I think it’s fine!

I breathe a sigh of relief, me and Bubbles may have been polar opposites, but we were still of one mind. I think. What I mean is, we usually share favourite things with each other, meaning we have two favourite things of pretty much everything.

Like books, my favorite book is StarSwirl the Bearded’s 4th Explicit Ventures into the Depths of Magic, while Bubbles favorite book was explicit in a different way. But Bubbles also likes StarSwirl, and I like… How to Strut Your Stuff: Easy Guide for an Easy Girl.

But the same went for our dresses, I don’t necessarily have a favorite dress, but I do love Bubbles’. I know I shouldn’t, it’s disgusting, the way it shows my whole body, leaving nothing to the imagination, the way the latex hugs my body, the colour, the feel, the look, everything! It’s completely inappropriate, not right for any situation, and gives me a lot of attention…

But I love it. It’s a dress which symbolises freedom, an excuse to throw away who I am and just have fun. The feel of the latex hugging my body, it constricts my waist, exaggerating my curves.

I look at the latex dress I’m holding, I reach into the washing machine and also pull out the thong.

The clothes are stained with… juices that are really only generated at night.

Well, I say light heartedly, you know the rules.

She who smelt it, delt it?

Yeap. And as far as I can tell, last night, at some point, you must have smelt what you and whoever were doing, so I’ll allow you to deal with it! I say in a sing-song tone.

Ugh, fine. Can you-

Yeah, yeah. I’ll soak it for you.

Bubbles, mentally, hugged me, Thanks Sparkles! You’re the best!

I chuckle as I make my way to the basement. Walking through the main hall of the library almost completely naked, apart from the tassels. I pulled them off.

Oh, those thingys. Throw them out, I got them for free after flashing this super hot-y. He just gave them to me.

I lift them to my nose, and take a sniff, they don’t smell used. I know I shouldn’t know what used nipple tassels smell like, but that’s not the weirdest thing I know.

I deduce that, without actually knowing that they’re nipple tassels, you wouldn’t be able to tell what they are, and that it’s safe to throw them into a general waste bin.

And I do just that as I walk past one.

I open the door to the basement, and pull the cord that works the lights, allowing myself sight in the windowless, dark basement.

I walk down the stairs to the bottom of the basement, there’s the low hum of the magic running through my scientific machines, most of them running a long endurance test Bubbles and I have been working on for a while.

Hey Sparkle, I think machine 2-F is running a bit slow, it’s making more noise than usual, I think cooling pipe 4-B is acting up again.

I look over to the wall where one of my older cooling machines is, in fact, running a little slow and loud.

Oh, thanks Bubbles, I was a bit preoccupied, and I wouldn’t have noticed. But it seems to run well enough, for the time being, I’ll fix it later.

I always found that curious about me and Bubbles, depending on who’s in control of our body, changes about how and what each of us think about.

For example, because I’m currently in charge, Bubbles was able to notice that the machine wasn’t running as well as it should, something people wouldn’t expect Bubbles to notice.

And if she in charge, well… I may notice some guy’s equipment that Bubbles may like.

I walk up to a seemingly random part of the wall, my hand lights up with magical power and I touch the wall.

Hundreds of hidden runes light up with the purple power that is my magic, and a hidden door opens silently.

I step through and it closes behind me, still not making a noise.

Behind the door, not surprisingly, is a room. But what is surprising is that the room isn’t in my house, it’s in Bubbles.

A couple of years ago, when I first moved to Ponyville, me and Bubbles realized it would be hard to keep our shared body hidden from the world. So we used our high funds to get Bubbles a small apartment in Manehatten, and used runes to set up some simple teleport from my house to hers.

Bubbles’ place is quite small, only a three room place, but she doesn’t use it much, so she doesn’t really mind.

But the teleport does have one problem, contrast. My basement and Bubbles’ apartment couldn’t be more different.

My basement was dark, complicated, colourless. While Bubbles’ place… wasn’t any of those things.

The teleport dumps you right into Bubbles’ main room, and, there’s only one word to describe it.

Pink. Pink pink pink pink pink.

The walls were pink, the carpet was pink, the roof was pink, it was all pink.

On the walls where posters if big, hunky men, with multiple calendars of the same topic, laying all about the fall were… toys, made for adults.

The layout of her apartment was pretty simplistic for the most part, main room for leisure, cooking and eating, off to the side was a door that led to the bedroom, and next to that was the bathroom.

But the contents of her home, it always let me feeling… flustered. That was the point of course, to get you hot and ready. The social norm says that I should feel disgusted being here, that I should find it repulsive being in a place just for the most intimate of interactions.

But the truth is, I do love this place, the way it excites you, the way this it gets your mind thinking of things you shouldn't be thinking of. I love it, like my own home, the same way Bubbles loves the library.

I make my way to Bubbles’ bathroom, looking at all the stains.

Bubbles, shouldn’t you clean this place once and a while? I ask.

Na, I like it. Gets dirty thoughts into people’s heads.

I couldn’t argue with that, that’s for sure.

I walk into her bathroom, it’s a simple room, simply having a bath/shower combo, a toilet, a towel rack, and a sink. Not even a couple of cupboards. But the room fulfilled it’s purpose, so I guess there was no reason to complain.

The bathroom was surprisingly clean, I mean, it wasn’t the last word in house care, but unlike the rest of the apartment, it wasn’t supposed to get you excited, it simply was what it was, no clever design here.

I began to run the water in the bath, placing the dress and thong on the floor, I make sure that the water is the perfect temperature, latex is a very sensitive material, and takes lots of care, I’m glad Bubbles only owns one piece of latex clothing, because even one dress is a hastle.

Once the bath is filled I throw the dress and thong in, letting them soak in the water.

I look out the window to see a young man spying on me from the building across this one.

I don’t know the kid's name, but he’s been a secret admirer of Bubbles and I for a while, so we like to tease him a little.

I wink at him, and leave the room, swinging my hips as I leave the room.

I enter the main foyer again, I walk to the wall and allow magical power to flow through me, exiting through my hands, and landing on the wall, powering the runes.

The door opens, and I step through it, re-entering my home in Ponyville.

I hear a knock at the door, I quickly ascend the stairs, turn off the light, and leave my basement.

I cross the library to the door, just as I reach to open it, it knocks again.

“Twilight, darling? Are you there?” I hear Rarity asking from the other side of the door.

I open it, smiling at Rarity, “Hi Rarity, what are you doing here?”

Rarity just stares at me, her jaw hanging loose, she takes a step back in shock.

I try to think about would put her so on edge, since the only thing she can see is me, so I must not look presentable, but what could be wrong?

Is it my hair? No… Rarity’s seen it unbrushed like it is now plenty of times.

My eyes, perhaps? As far as I know, their blood shot because of my hangover, but I feel over that already, so maybe not.

My eyes go so wide they’re close to popping out of my sockets when I realise whats wrong.

I’m completely naked.

This is emphasized as a gust of wind from the outside world blows into the house, making me shiver.

I throw the door closed and run to the stairs, my intent to run up to my living quarters, and make myself decent.

I heard the door open as Rarity walked in, “sorry about barging in Twilight, but I realize that you haven’t gotten ready for the day yet, and that it was prime time for me to show you how a proper lady gets ready for her day.”

I turn to see Rarity walking towards me, her manic eyes displaying her inner madness, then again, you have to be crazy to be a creative type.

My heart stops in fear when I realize what she’s wearing, she wearing a simple white blouse, just high enough to cover her ample bust, with a high, black tube skirt, buckled around her waist by a dark purple belt, she has black stockings on, and the outfit is finished off with some black high heels.

My friends and I have dubbed this outfit as her ‘creative’ outfit, a year or two ago she stumbled across this simple yet stunning collection of clothes, and has worn this outfit every time she’s designing a new range of clothes, and every time she wears it, it is assured that you’ll end the day looking ‘fabulous’.

“Uhh…” I try to say, but realize that weather I like it or not, I’m going to end today having been touched by Rarity.

She grabs my hand and begins dragging me up the stairs, “come, come Twilight, I think it’s time to reinvent your image!”

Fear is beginning to take over me again, “oh no, you don’t mean-”

“It’s time for a makeover!~” Shouts Rarity in a sing-song tone.

I slump my shoulders, “I feared as much.”

“Now now Twilight, you know that you’ll enjoy it, you’re always apprehensive before we begin, but you always end up enjoying it!” She says as we reach the top of the stairs.

“Can I shower first?”

Rarity looks me over, “sorry, but I have a spark of inspiration, and I shan't let it go to waste!”

“Can’t you just sketch it out on a piece of parchment? I have stacks of parchment, quills and ink in my room.” I say to Rarity, hoping to sway her.

“Oh! What a wonderful idea!” She lets go of me and runs to my room, leaving me in the hall of my house. Still not wearing an clothes.

I’m just glad it isn’t a cold day, that’d be murder.

I walk to my bathroom, and step inside.

My bathroom, like most of everything in my house, is brown and wooden.

Bubbles giggles.

Oh grow up Bubbles!

Bubbles’ giggles die down. Sorry Sparkle, I forgot you can’t remember what happened last night.

I understood what she meant, annoyingly.

I guess you could call my bathroom, and house by expansion, old fashioned. Most modern architecture is all about marble, concrete, metal, squares, that kind of thing. Where’s my home is about as far away from that as you can get, it being carved from a tree.

Everything in my house is made of wood, no wall is straight, they're all curvy, like thousands of snakes crawling up the wall at once.

Of course, this building is very old, and most of the furniture is new, but a few things remain from when it was made, like where basin is, it’s simply a large indent in the wall where the sink and mirror reside, it actually looks quite nice by architecture standards, while being very simple.

But other things, like the shower and the sink itself, which were installed just before I moved in.

I turn on the shower, waiting for the water to heat up, after a few seconds, the water quickly begins to gather heat, so I turn on the cold water.

I step into the shower, letting it clean what ever Bubbles had gotten on her during the night.

I fiddle with the taps until the water temperature feels right, and simply allow my self a moment of peace in the shower.

It’s weird, it’d be safe to assume that because of Bubbles, it would be hard to have some quiet time, but it’s actually quite easy.

Bubbles and I have always been one, and neither of us know why, hell, for the first couple years of my life I didn’t know it was weird, until I learned about imaginary friends, and being a smart girl, I realized that it made sense for Bubbles simply to be part of my imagination.

But there were things about me and Bubbles that ruled out that possibility, when we were younger, and didn’t have much control over ourselves, we weren't be able to control who was in charge of our body, and would wake up changed randomly, so we soon worked out that this wasn’t some figment of a child’s imagination.

We spent a couple of weeks researching what this was, but never found any leads, and gave up. Of course, we were only 4, so having the patience to do anything for weeks on end is an achievement in of itself. But by the time we were old enough to research the problem we were too busy, I was studying under Princess Celestia, and Bubbles was starting to notice boys.

Princess Celestia. That was a crazy moment in our life, but it destroyed our plans of the future.

Our plan was to move out of home as soon as possible, and get some well paying job, and simply change everyday, it was a simple plan, but we had our hearts set on it. Then Celestia came in like a spike straight through it.

I love Princess Celestia, I really do, I believe she’s one of, if not, the greatest person ever to grace this world, but it was difficult for me and Bubbles to work around her teaching me.

For most of the day I was around the princess, then, especially while I was younger, there were guards stationed outside my room. Then, after about a year, Spike was officially my responsibility, so he began to sleep in my room, so it became almost impossible for Bubbles to come out.

If it were anyone else they would’ve gone mad, but luckily, Bubbles is an amazingly resilient person, and rarely complained about not allowing to have control even half as often as me.

But we did manage to do a little bit of research every now and then, and we came to the conclusion that it was multiple personality disorder, and left it at that.

But during puberty, something strange happened, Bubbles and I were becoming different physically, sure, we still shared basic face and body structure, but many things began to change, when Bubbles took charge of the body, the hair would become blond, developing breasts and thighs would become bigger, she would take on a difference appearance, and it only took a maximum of 5 seconds after she took control for the changes to have happened.

At that point, we realized we had no idea what was going on, and we had to come to the crazy conclusion that we’re two different entities stuck within one body, neither of us were, or are, very happy with this answer, but it’s the only one we’ve got.

It was around this time that I really got into reading novels, I’ve always read books, but they were always factual, but around the age of thirteen, I got into Daring Doo, which lead to a love of all novels.

But reading these stories opened my eyes to how weird Bubbles and I really were.

For example, I’ve never seen my body the same way other people do, people's bodies are one with who they are, but because of Bubbles, I’ve never seen this body that way. I’ve always seen it as more of a building, a place that houses my mind, but I never felt connected the way normal people do, and I know that Bubbles feels the same.

“Twilight? Are you okay? You’ve been in there for an awfully long time!” Called Rarity from the hall.

“Yeah! I’m getting out now!” I call back to her.

I spin the taps, turning off the shower’s water. I step out of the shower, and look at the full size mirror in my bathroom.

Not that I was a vain person, but it is useful to be able to have a fully body evaluation of one’s self.

I saw myself in the mirror, dripping wet, my hair clinging to my body, I lean forward, pressing my breasts between my arms, making them seem a lot larger than they actually are, when in reality they’re only around B-cup.

I turn about, positioning my body in just the right way to make my petite ass look a lot larger than it actually is, I lift my hand up to my face, and bite on my fingernail. Producing yet another seductive pose.

I wasn’t a flirt in practical situations, or even at all. But in confinement, I do like play pretend. Probably another thing about Bubbles that rubs off on me.

Oh Sparkle, you are good. Bubbles purrs.

I blush, Yeah, but, I’m still no where as good as you.

The door to the bathroom swings open, and Rarity is standing there, “Honestly Twilight. You’ve been in here-”

Rarity pauses, shocked at seeing me striking such a pose.

I leap for a towel, and quickly cover myself, “Okay Rarity, what in tartarus is wrong with you?!” I scream. “This is the second time in the last hour you’ve barged in on me!”

Rarity smiles a menacing smile, “Oh Twilight~” she says in a flirty tone, making no hints that she’d even heard me, “I had no idea you were such a tease.”

She struts into the room, putting an arm around me, not minding that I’m still dripping wet, “Why Twilight, I wasn’t even aware you knew that you even had a body!”

I chuckle inwardly about that, oh how true you are.

I quickly throw Rarity off me, “Rarity, seriously, what the hell! Why do you keep looking at my body!”

Rarity giggled, “oh Twilight, it’s nothing I’ve never seen before.”

“Yeah, but still! It’s awkward!” I say, clutching the towel closer to my chest.

“Oh pish posh, darling!”

I point to the door, “Rarity! I’m naked and wet! Let me dry myself and I’ll meet you in the hall in a minute.”

Rarity huffed, and crossed her arms, “Oh fine,” she began walking towards the door, “I just got another new idea anyway.”

She walked out of the room, closing the door behind her, by the way the floorboards were squeaking, I could tell she was walking back to my room.

I don’t mind being wet and naked.

Shut up, Bubbles.

Bubbles simply giggles, oh Sparkle, I know you won’t say so, but I know you agree.

I stay silent at that.

I never want to be thought of as a slut, a bimbo, or any other manner of dreadful things, but sometimes… such words turn me on, in a way that I hate.

I begin drying myself, trying to ignore what Bubbles had just said, I know it was a joke, but it got me right in my heart.

I realize that I have kept Rarity waiting for quite a while, and though she might have stormed into my house and been generally unconscious, I don’t want to return the favor, and decide to speed up the drying process.

My hands are covered in a pink aura, and soon my whole body is covered in the same aura, and in only a couple of seconds, I’m completely dry.

Magic is something I don’t think I could live without, I’m so used to it in my life, that the idea of being without it makes me shudder.

Since my dignity has been all but destroyed, and that Rarity is going to be giving me a makeover anyway, I decided to leave the bathroom naked, but I still hold my arms over my chest.

I can at least pretend to have some dignity.

I enter my bedroom, and see Rarity bent over my writing desk, quickly scribbling something on a piece of paper.

She’s so engrossed in whatever she’s doing, she doesn’t notice me entering the room.

“Uhh… Rarity?”

She spins around at lightning speeds, jumping slightly from the seat. She sighs and puts a hand on her chest, “Oh, Twilight, it’s just you.” She smiles weakly, “You scared me.”

I walk over to her, and lean over her shoulder so I can see what’s she was writing, “So, what are you doing?”

She quickly pushes me back and covers up her work, “O-oh, n-nothing!” She squeaks.

“Rarity, you’ve stolen me of all my dignity, the least you could do was show me what it was you were working on.” I know what I said was a little rude, but I was at the end of my string.

Rarity hung her head in defeat, and held out the pieces of paper, still covering them, “Fine, if you must. But I warn you, they’re unfinished designs-”

I take the papers out of Rarity’s hands, was this all she was worried about? “Rarity, I’ve seen unfinished designs by you all the time, why get all worked up about these ones?”

Rarity fidgeted in her seat, “Uhh… Well… You see… The thing is…”

Before she could properly answer, I looked at the sheets, and my jaw dropped. “Rarity? What the…?”

The sketches looked less like designs and more like the erotic drawings of a horny teenager.

All the designs featured me, or at least, a version of me. This version was curvier than me, and drawing Sparkle had much larger… assets.

The outfits Rarity had come up with were degrading, all of them were extremely simple, most having the same purpose in mind, show as much skin as possible, one was a tank top and short shorts, one was something more akin to a ‘sexy schoolgirl’, another was a dress so short it was almost silly.

Hey! Those are drawings of me!

I gave Rarity a blank look.

She smiled sheepishly, “We-well, you see Twilight, when I saw you in the bathroom in those poses, I got an idea, and because I was trying to re-think your image-”

I held up my hand, signaling Rarity to stop talking, which she did. “Ok Rarity, you barge into my house, which I still haven’t forgiven you about, then you drag me up my stairs, which I haven’t forgiven you about, then you walk into me showering, which I haven’t forgiven you about, and then, to top it all off you draw-” I wave the paper about for emphasis, “this!”

I cross my arms in annoyance, “Why’d you come over here anyway?”

Rarity pepped up suddenly, “Oh! Of course! How could I have forgotten? Me and the girls were going to go out on the town tonight for some fun, and we were wondering if you’d care to join us?”

“I’d be honored.” I said, a smile crossing my face, it suddenly disappeared as I pointed to the door, “now, get out of my house.”

Rarity slumped her shoulders, and began to leave, me staring at her intently, still pointing at the door.

But suddenly a blush crossed my face, as I suddenly realize I had forgotten something, “Uhh… Rarity…? Where’s Spike?”

Rarity stopped, realizing she’d forgotten about him as well, “Oh, well… He was behind me…”

No sooner then she said that, did Spike walk into the house, the young dragon holding many times his own size worth of makeup, fabric, and sewing equipment.

I simply raised my eyebrow.

Rarity looked at Spike, then back at me, before continuing her exit. “Spike, follow me and help me take these things back to my Boutique, Twilight’s makeover has been called off.”