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In Carousel Boutique, a blue pegasus was being fabulous.

Rainbow Dash smiled to herself, twirling around in front of the mirror. Posing, she admired her reflection. Her colorful mane was done up in a messy bun. She’d been trying to replicate a style that seemed simple to do, but having almost no experience styling hair, it didn’t turn out quite right. Her dress, however, was magnificent. This was because Rarity had made it. It didn’t fit her perfectly, as it was made for somepony else, but it fit her well enough and Rainbow couldn’t deny that she looked gorgeous in it.

Rainbow sighed, dropping her pose as the smile slowly slid off of her face. She walked up to the mirror and put a hoof to the glass, staring longingly into her reflection’s eyes. Ever since she’d discovered her love for fashion, she’d been having trouble coping with her feelings. On one hoof, she’d found her passion, and she felt as if she’d recovered a piece of herself that she hadn’t realized had been missing. On the other hoof, however, she felt ashamed of herself. What would other ponies think? She’d never make it into the Wonderbolts if she was found like this. She was supposed to be tough and athletic, not girly.

Suddenly, she went absolutely still, having heard a noise. Her ears perked up and swiveled around towards the door of the boutique, her eyes widening as she realized that Rarity had arrived home earlier than usual. Hastily, she tried to make a dive out of the window, but it was too late—she had been seen.

Rarity blinked in surprise, unsure if her mind was playing tricks on her. “Rainbow Dash?” she asked.

Rainbow Dash groaned in defeat and rushed over to her friend, pulling her inside and slamming the door shut behind her. “I can explain…”

“I sure hope so. You’ve broken into my house—not that it’s all that unusual for you—and are parading around in a dress of mine. And what in Equestria is going on with your mane? Did it get caught on something while you were flying?”

“Uh, yeah. I, um, like…” Rainbow Dash frantically searched through her mind for an excuse. Like a blessing from Celestia herself, one quickly popped into her head. “Right! You see, I’m not Rainbow Dash.”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “Rainbow Dash, of course it’s you. It’s rather difficult to mistake you for another pony, what with your rare mane coloration.”

“Nope, it’s not me! Uh, I mean, I’m not Rainbow Dash,” Rainbow Dash corrected herself. “I’m Rainbow Dash’s twin sister, Dashing Rainbow.” She gave Rarity her best winning smile. That smile was not returned.

“Riiiiiight,” she said slowly, walking around Dashing Rainbow to get a better look at her. “Okay, Dashing Rainbow, why don’t you tell me about yourself, hmm?”

“Uh, sure! I was born in Cloudsdale. I’m not as awesome as Rainbow Dash, obviously, but I’m still pretty awesome. I’m really into fashion and stuff.” Dashing gestured to her stolen outfit. “I’m a fan of your work.”

“I can see that,” Rarity said, letting her tone show how much she disapproved of her dresses being taken without her permission. “Why have I never heard of you before, Dashing Rainbow? If you were Rainbow Dash’s sister, then wouldn’t she have mentioned you before?”

“No,” Dashing replied immediately, not even needing to think about her answer. “She’s embarrassed that she could be related to somepony like me. Y’know, somepony into dresses and being fancy and whatnot.”

“But she’s friends with me,” Rarity pointed out.

“Well yeah, but being friends is different from being somepony’s identical twin sister. What if a pony thought I was her? It would be a disaster!” Dashing Rainbow cried out. “She’d be the laughingstock of Ponyville.”

Rarity shook her head. “There’s no need to be embarrassed. If you like fashion, then why hide it? It’s simply awful to pretend not to like something just because you’re afraid of being judged for it.”

“I know, but it’s better than being laughed at for it.” Dashing Rainbow poked a hoof at the floor, not meeting Rarity’s eyes.

“Well, you don’t see me laughing at you, do you?” Rarity smiled reassuringly at Dashing Rainbow.

“But you’re Rarity. You do this stuff all the time. It doesn’t make any sense for you to judge me,” Dashing reasoned.

“Oh, but darling, I am judging you,” Rarity informed her. “That dress is too slim to fit your muscular form, and your mane deserves better treatment than that.”

“Hey, I did my best!” Dashing Rainbow protested, self-consciously patting her mane with her hoof.

“Your best is not enough,” Rarity scoffed. “Would you like me to do my best to pretty you up?”

“P-pretty me up?” the pegasus stammered.

“Of course! I can’t stand to see a mare in clothes that don’t perfectly fit her. As well as a new dress, I could also take you to the spa, my treat,” Rarity offered, and was surprised when Dashing shuddered.

“Uh, no thanks. I really don’t like the spa and I should probably get going anyway,” she told her.

-designs dress for rainbow

-stuff, idk

-trea or something

-secretly invites friends over