"Oh, hello Twilight! I didn't know you were coming!" Rarity said, opening her front door, "Come in."

"I know, I know, sorry," Twilight replied, coming into the boutique, "I meant to call in earlier to tell you, but I was hoping you had remembered." She trotted alongside her friend into the kitchen. "I guess being late doesn't help, huh?"

"It certainly doesn't, we're going to have to be quiet," Rarity said, sitting down at the table, "Sweetie Belle's sleeping upstairs and I don't want to wake her." She leaned forward and continued, "You do not want to deal with Grumpy Sweetie Belle, ugh."

"I understand," Twilight said, sitting at the opposite end of the table, "now, shall we begin?"

"Of course." Rarity picked up a tea kettle and two teacups, then poured some tea into each one, setting them onto the table. Gingerly, she put a sugarcube into her cup and stirred. "Ah, I love these little meetings, they're so much nicer than dealing with customers all day," she sighed, taking a little sip.

"Tell me about it," Twilight replied, "You would not believe how unruly ponies can get over checking out books at the library." She paused, taking a sip of her own tea. "Tch...I had this one mare, like, in her thirties, and she was complaining that, because I'm a Princess, she shouldn't have to pay her late fees."

"Wow," Rarity said, chuckling, "reminds me of a customer the other day who honestly believed that she was suffering from a 'Big Butt Syndrome,' and that I should give her a discount because of it."

"Pfffft!" Twilight laughed, almost spitting out her tea, "Seriously? She thought she had Big Butt Syndrome?"

"Mmhmm," her friend hummed, "It got worse, if you can believe it. At one point, she grabbed a filly and claimed that she had it, too, and that me not giving her a discount was a hate crime."

"Wow, just wow," Twilight said, leaning back and shaking her head, "Who was the filly?"

"Sweetie Belle."

"Oh my pfff-chchkch..." Twilight went off into giggles, trying not to laugh too loudly. Rarity smiled cooly at her friend. Eventually, when Twilight calmed down slightly, she sighed and asked, "Anyway, how is Sweetie Belle? I know she's been upset since her magic's a bit underdeveloped for her age, but is there anything else going on?"

"A bit underdeveloped?" Rarity scoffed, "She passed out for three hours today levitating a big stick." She took a sip of her tea, poured herself another cup of it, then added another sugarcube to the new cup and stirred. "No, not really anything new with Sweetie Belle, except for her giant cock."

"Ah I see," Twilight replied, then blinked and stared for a moment. "...Wait...What was that last part?"

"Oh? You mean Sweetie Belle's giant cock?" Rarity looked at her quizzically, "Surely Fluttershy told you about that, she's been taking care of that rooster for a while. Anyway, it's like, three times the size as Big Mac's. She's doing remarkably well, I'd say."

"Wha...Oh, a rooster!" Twilight said, chuckling a bit, "I was just, phew, didn't know what you meant there the first time."

"...What did you think I meant?" Rarity asked, looking at her friend suspiciously.

Twilight sipped her tea, blushing. "Well, you know, when most ponies say 'cock,' they're usually referring to...You know..."

"Twilight, she's a seven year old filly, she's not going to have some monster penis," Rarity said, flatly, "You really need to get your mind out of the gutter, I think spending all that time with Spike is getting to you."

"I suppose you're right," Twilight sighed, "I have heard my fair share of genital humor from him, and he does make jokes about the girls like that."

Rarity crinkled her muzzle. "Ugh, he's such a pervert sometimes."

Twilight finished off her cup of tea, then held back the kettle when Rarity went to fill it up again. "No more, I think I should be leaving," Twilight said.

"Oh, but you just got here," Rarity said back.

"I know, but it's late, and..." she blushed, "I think the conversation got a little weird with the whole 'giant cock' thing."

"Oh, alright. Suit yourself," Rarity said, standing up and leading her friend to the door. "It's been nice talking with you tonight, Twilight."

"Same to you, Rarity."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Rarity closed the door and sighed. She trotted towards the stairs and headed up, quietly. As she came near Sweetie Belle's door, she opened it and peeked her head inside. "Sweetie Belle?" she whispered, "Sweetie Belle, are you awake?"

"...Yeah," a voice squeaked back.

"Okay," Rarity said, coming into the room, "So, how are you holding up? Feeling any better?"

"No," Sweetie Belle replied, "Did you ask Twilight?"

Rarity blushed, then looked downwards. "...N-no..."

"Why not? You said she'd definitely know a way to fix it!" Sweetie Belle squealed.

"I know, I know!" Rarity replied, "But it's hard."

"Yeah, it is! That's why we need somepony to fix it!"

"Well, you try telling your best friend that your seven year old sister accidentally grew a massive dong and can't get rid of it!"

Author's Note

I don't know