“Aaah!” Rarity threw her pen upon her table, panting as she stared at the piece of paper in front of her. The lines were perfect and straight, all connected in what should be her next project, but it was wrong. Just like the rest, it was simply wrong! Rarity clenched her teeth, before crinkling it up into a ball and shoving it into the trash bin beside her, just like the rest.

She knew the rest of the sewing club would be looking at her now. Many had shown concern for the fashionista for awhile now, because apparently, growing ears and a longer hairstyle was not quite the best for one’s inspiration. She clenched the wood of the desk, breathing in deeply, before spinning around in her chair, and giving the other members a large smile. “So, how goes everyone’s works?”

Many members grumbled something almost incomprehensible. She glanced to her secretary and vice-president of the club, Coco Pommel, who was just looking to her desk still. She bit into her cheek, before standing up, brushing off any dust on the black yoga pants that hugged toned thighs, and smaller rump, before moving over. Looking over the shyer girl’s shoulder, Rarity saw a drawing of herself in a long, flowing dress and a new hairstyle. “It looks nice.”

Coco almost jumped out of her seat before slamming a hand down upon the paper, a blush coming over her cheeks.”You-you’re not supposed to see this, not yet at least.” She pulled the paper up, putting it over her small chest, before shrinking slightly at Rarity’s touch. Despite knowing the rampant rumors that ran between the two, Rarity liked running her fingers through Coco’s hair, and felt like it comforted the poor girl.

“How about I go into the back than and get you my measurements? I wouldn’t want you to make it, only for my chest to somehow stop it from fitting.” Rarity watched as a deeply crimson hue came over her protege, and began walking back. A soft smile came over her lips as she went into the ‘fitting’ room that was their back closet. She was happy that she would be able to repay Coco for having never been able to lead the club herself by graduating with her, and helping the shyer girl open a boutique with her. She might even then entertain the idea of trying out those rumors once they were stable.

Rarity had just pulled off her bra, letting her petite chest breath for a few moments as she looked for the measuring tape kept back there. While they were smaller than she would like, she was happy they were still bigger than Coco’s, and definitely beat Rainbow Dash by at least two sizes. Of course, she still would take any excuse she could get to measure them, and always hoped to find a few more inches so she could really have movie style curves.

As always though, they hadn’t budged, making her comfortable B cup bra still the right size. She sighed gently while moving the tape against her bust a bit more to see if she could find somewhere that would say one or two more inches, even if that wasn’t what she would tell Coco. It was not meant to be, and soon she had her black brazier back on, and buttoning her thicker white blouse up. She was happy she had found the nice fabric, or else she wouldn’t be able to wear the lacy fabric that contrasted so nicely with her milky skin.

She stepped out of the fitting room, one hand swiping her hair back as she smiled to those who had looked her way. She could see their worries lift from their faces, as she had hoped they would. She would try again tomorrow to figure out something to make, even if it was just a scarf or something, so there wasn’t a reason to worry. Rarity finally glanced towards her friend’s desk, but Coco wasn’t there, but instead at the door.

Coco smiled to the man who was just disappearing around the doorway as Rarity made her way over. “Thank you sir. I do hope you’re correct on how these may help her.”

Rarity raised an eyebrow, spotting what looked like either a pencil case, or small box of chocolates, in Coco’s hands. “Who was that?”

The smaller girl looked over her shoulder, before a slight, red tinge came over her cheeks. “Oh, would you like me to get him? He said this letter should tell you what you need to know, but since the gift is for you, I would imagine you would like to thank him.”

“Of course!” Rarity stepped forward and opened the door before looking to both sides of the long corridor outside. Neither way held the man though, or anyone for that matter. “Where did he go?”

Coco brought the box to her mouth, hiding the small pair of sucked in skin from her mentor. “I don’t know. He did say he had other places he had to be, and looked very official. Maybe he ran once I closed the door?”

Rarity bit into her cheek before closing the door, mentally shrugging to herself as she looked back to Coco. “I suppose.” She than giggled for a moment. “What if he was a secret admirer of mine, and ended up running so as to stay secret?”

Coco chuckled a little herself, happy to see Rarity back to her normal, playful self. “Maybe.” She then presented the box to Rarity. “Here it is by the way. He said it should be able to give you a new perspective, and that that might just help you get your inspiration back.” The insecure girl the paled, and almost chucked the box as she waved her hands in front of her face. “Not that your inspiration has left or anything!”

One of Rarity’s fingers placed itself upon Coco’s mouth, causing the other girl to become bright red. Rarity’s own radiant helped her relax though, and she soon took the box from Coco. She glanced within, spotting what looked like five white chocolate truffles within. She licked her lips before shutting it and looking back to Coco. “Don’t worry Co, I’m fine. I have been in a bit of a slump, but I’m almost certain that all I need is for something to get me excited on something other than weird ears or sirens again.” She then stepped forward, and wrapped her arms around Coco.

One person in the background whispered, “I ship it,” once Coco’s arms were around Rarity too, and the two spent a moment cherishing the others warmth. Eventually though, Rarity stepped back and waved her friend away. “I need to get to work, and so do you. My measurements haven’t changed since Christmas, so don’t worry about those.” She smiled one more time as Coco nodded, and ran back to her desk as Rarity did the same.

Once back to the slanted, wooden board and posh stool that made up her workstation, she opened the top of the chocolates, holding one as she read the letter.

Dear Miss Rarity,

As I know you’re a busy woman, I shall keep this short, but not too simple. If you take the five, once a day, you will find a shift in your mind that will lead you to ideas that your current state has so rarely traveled to. Add to that a body more fit for your dresses, and the bravery to wear any design you may create, and honestly, what do you have to lose?

With hopes of your name in lights,

Did

Rarity pursed her lips for a few moments, before slipping the chocolate into her mouth. She doubted anything would happen, as such miracle candy didn’t exist, or she would have heard of it. She already knew though that she would be enjoying thee chocolate throughout the week, as the taste was absolutely exquisite, possibly on par with the best Swiss makers she knew.

Rarity took one more, deep breath, before picking up her pencil. While she was not yet ready to make designs, the chocolate had brought up an interesting idea, and she began to doodle herself, and all of the most interesting forms she could possibly become. As she worked, the chocolate sat beside the top left corner, besides a drawing of Rarity as the next Marelyn Monroe.

Author's Note

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