"Aren't you going to have any of your tea, dear?" Bass Canon asked as she set down hers upon a clear, glass coffee table before her. She was seated upon a rather expensive seat of carved wood and velvet. Trims of purple and white were colored in faintly, matching that of her mane and tail, as well as her fur. It was the only exception in a room of modern design.

Interrupted from her thoughts, her distant expression becoming more lively as she was addressed; a fallow and auburn colored earth pony by the name of Latch, realized that she'd been stirring her teacup for a few minutes without end now. It was wrong to not accept the hospitality of the one who welcomed her into the second floor quarters with open arms... but she was no fan of tea.

"Oh, I-... I didn't wanna say it earlier, but I'm really not a fan of tea," Latch said awkwardly as she placed hers, as well as the accompanying saucer onto the table. Leaning back into her seat on the sofa, Latch blew out a light sigh as she scanned the surroundings of the second floor.

It did appear just a bit cramped in some areas, obviously showing signs of trying to fit what was necessary, and what was optional wherever Bass Canon could. A few bookshelves closer to the way downstairs, a queen-sized bed a ways behind the top of the stairs near a wall, a nearby area to walk into that housed the kitchen necessities, and a door leading to a fairly sized bathroom, enough to house a few ponies standing shoulder to shoulder. It seemed like a well-lived in place, despite the shop only being a couple months old one floor below.

"Mmnh, that's fine then," Bass waved off as she too leaned back into her seat. Crossing one leg over the other, she patiently stared across to Latch, offering a warm smile as she briefly adjusted her glasses with her magic. "You look like you have something on your mind. Would you care to tell me what's bothering you? I did after all, notice you staring at me a few times since we arrived."

Fidgeting in place, Latch rubbed the sleeve of her jacket slowly, biting the lower part of her lip briefly as she pondered whether to say what was on her mind. On the one hand, Bass didn't appear as evil as she'd thought. She was welcoming, helpful, and kind even. Otherwise, she had an air that was reminiscent of nobility about her. The way she held herself, the way her words were composed, and delivered, and even her manners in drinking tea.

"Well... I'm glad I was wrong about you," Latch started. Chuckling awkwardly, she looked to Bass with a forced smile.

"Come again?"

Latch shifted about again, trying to get comfortable beneath the scrutiny of the unicorn. Resting her back against the arm rest, Latch draped a leg along the sofa, looking off to the side to avoid meeting Bass' gaze. "Lone mare shows up with a strange fashion sense, sets up shop, starts making a killing... and now ponies, one by one, are starting to get into the idea of wearing everything you design and make," Latch pointed out, "it's kind of suspicious, you know?"

Ruffling the back of her mane some, Latch bobbed her head and feet to an unheard, and rhythm-less beat. "Your stuff flies off the shelves, and I begin seeing some ponies wearing your merchandise in broad daylight, despite the heat. It's... really, and justifiably safe to say, I had reason enough to do a bit of snooping around."

"That'd explain why you never bought anything when you came in to browse," Bass shook her head slowly with a sigh, almost looking sad. "It's a shame, you know, I had such a perfect outfit to recommend to you, something that'd suit that wild look you wear."

"Oh, really?" Latch questioned, cocking a brow as she looked to Bass.

"Yes, something perfect for you. Unfortunately, one of my more enlightened customers bought it off me just a couple days ago," Bass explained as her voice trailed off. She appeared wistful, but smiled all the same at the thought of... something.

"Nevertheless, something can be made, and done to match your look, Latch," Bass added, looking back to the aforementioned pony.

Latch narrowed her eyes at the unicorn, pursing her lips. "Uh-huh... look, I'm not really interested in wearing the stuff that you make and-"

"Oh, but you are," Bass swiftly interjected, smiling knowingly at the earth pony. "I've seen how you've been ogling some of my designs. The catsuits, the dresses, even the leggings and jackets... you like them, don't you?"

Latch scowled, shaking her head. "No, no I don't. I said I'm not interested in any of your designs, Bass," Latch snapped back.

"Yes-yes, of course you're not," Bass teased, chuckling to herself.

Latch frowned, but bit her tongue. She wasn't going to fall into the trap of playing along with her. Briefly though, she did see the tip of Bass' horn glow. It was soft, as though she was just moving something. It was unheard of what was moved, but she still held suspicion against the unicorn.

Sighing, Latch pinched the bridge of her muzzle and shook her head. "We're getting off topic here," she stated as she looked back up, hand falling to lap, "so let's get back to the topic at hand?"

"Of course. Now, you were saying, Latch?"

“I already said I had reason enough to hold suspicion against you,” Latch explained once more, rolling her head to the side with a frown. Sighing again, she continued. “However, I will be bringing this up to Princess Twilight to look over your outfits. If you’re as innocent as you act, then you shouldn’t have any qualms with her checking for enchantments or otherwise.

“I don’t have an explanation to why this-... This fetish wear could suddenly take off without question or reason. Right or wrong, some peace of mind for myself, as well as others is needed.” Staring off towards the ceiling, Latch became unaware of Bass’ growing frown.

The once welcoming, warm expression of the unicorn started to drop. She glowered, directing the point of her evident frustration to the earth pony she invited in. “I’m glad I was right about you, Latch. You’re an impulsive one, and a little too distracted at times to realize what’s happening or going on,” she seethed.

Latch blinked and lowered her head. She met the stare of the Unicorn with visible apprehension while remaining silent.

“Without even a second thought, you explain what you’re going to do while you’re alone with me, at this hour, in the middle of the night. I’m more than certain that nobody else knows that you’re here, am I correct?”

Latch started to slowly rise out of her seat, keeping her eyes locked on Bass Canon.

Bass smirked, and uncrossed her legs. “Answer me this, Latch: who would notice the literal adventurer of Ponyville, who’d normally go missing for days at a time, suddenly vanish anew?”

Rising out of her seat, Bass’ smirk grew into a smile. “Perhaps we should do a little remixing to that head of yours? I can change your perspective -- give you a new outlook on life, darling.”

Realizing the implications of Bass’ words, the long statement having obvious, and sinister intent behind it, Latch’s expression fell to one of worry. She put too much faith into the manners of this unicorn. Now though, with the look in her eyes… She didn’t want to be here for what happened next, even if it confirmed her suspicions further.

Glancing towards the still full, and warm tea on the table, then back to Bass, a smile formed. Quickly, Latch leaned over and grabbed the cup, and flicked her wrist, splashing the still hot liquid in the general direction of Bass Canon. Without pause, she scrambled onto her feet and ran around behind the sofa towards the stairs. As she was within reach of the staircase's handrail, Latch felt a tug on the bottom of her feet that yanked her back.

The floor was then rapidly approaching.

Getting a face full of carpet, and tensing up from the sharp pain, Latch groaned as she was dragged back towards the small living room. "I really thought you would've been smarter than that to monologue your plan to me, dear," Latch heard, which was quickly followed with a chuckle.

Latch only groaned in response from the pain in her muzzle.

Feeling herself hoisted onto her feet as magic wrapped around her, Latch wavered about in place as the pain clouded much of her thoughts in that moment. Her muzzle really hurt. The one thing she did see however, was Bass standing before her with a devilish smirk.

"I've been meaning to try something out on somepony special..." The unicorn began.

“I was hoping to try it on Rarity, and make her an apprentice of mine. Her skills in design match that of mine, however…” Bass looked at the pony thoughtfully. The smile never left her lips. “I suppose it could use a trial run before I do it to anyone else. How about it, Latch? How would you like to be me? Bass teased as her horn glowed even brighter.

Let go as Bass’ magic was directed elsewhere, Latch fell to her hands and knees, catching herself upon them with her head towards the floor. Reaching up to touch the front of her muzzle, sniffling, and ignoring Bass somewhat there was no coppery taste at the back of her throat. Her fingers were even spared the faintest hints of crimson or warmth. There might’ve been a bump, but she wasn’t sure…

Bass sighed, cocking her head to the side before looking down at the pony. She grinned, and let her magic loose in full force. A ring of magic started at the toes of Latch's socks, and crawled up towards her ankle. "You might feel a bit of tingle in your toes... probably a bit cold, but I think you'll like what happens next."

Wiping the back of her hand against her muzzle, Latch snorted. There was no visible blood on the back of her hand, nor was there any coppery taste still. The one thing she did managed to catch amidst her lack of attention and mending her snout, was how she'd feel a tingle in her toes... and liking what'd happen next. Taking in a short gasp of air, Latch felt a cold sensation creeping from her ankles, upwards.

It indeed did tingle, making her feet feel like jello, and unresponsive, she nonetheless struggled to push herself up to no avail. She grunted, but eventually only managed to set herself up on one knee as the cold, tingling feeling went higher and higher. Latch shivered.

"Already feeling it, aren't you?" Bass mocked as she stood tall before Latch. Her hands went onto her hips, brow furrowing a side of her lips twitched higher. "Don't worry dear, the feeling will subside once your transformation is complete. By then... you'll be feeling a lot more than just being able to walk, my dear sister."

"Transformation? Sister?" Latch repeated slowly as she looked up, staring at Bass' maniacal expression. The feeling didn't leave her as it went higher, now moving up her thighs. Everything below that felt oddly... tight, for some inexplicable reason. "What the hell are you going on about?" Latch interrogated, as she looked back down, her eyes immediately widening in surprise.

"Ah, so you're finally seeing it," the unicorn said, "what's happening is that your body underneath that the black, encroaching latex is turning to ivory, much like mine. A singular layer of latex is bonding to your body right now, one that will gradually change the make up of you to become more like me, inside and out. I don't know how it'll feel once it reaches your breasts or ass, but I'd imagine it'd feel like sheer bliss."

And she was right, to Latch's credit. Panicked as she was becoming now with the latex going higher, numbing her lower body the higher it went, she whined. Crawling on her hands, dragging her lower half forward several centimeters, she grabbed onto the shiny pants of the unicorn and pulled her lower half closer. Bass' focus didn't wane in the slightest.

"Whatever you're doing-- I... just please, stop! I won't go and tell Twilight about whatever it is you're doing with your clothing!" Latch pleaded and begged, holding tightly onto Bass Canon's hips.

"I'm sorry, dear. You're a trial run of my new spell, and you should've thought better to tell me your plan when it's just the two of us here. I have no intent in reversing it with how far you're along now," Bass spoke with a lilt to her voice, clearly enjoying it. "Oh, I can't wait to see how much you're like me when this is all over."

Latch pulled herself up higher in an attempt to get away from the latex. Just beneath her hips, and down to her feet, black latex reigned supreme. The pants that were forming felt tight around her, and they felt even more so as it reached her ass, and crotch. She whined, face tightening as a blush formed. Her behind expanded, becoming a bit more supple within the tight pants.

A soft pant escaped the earth pony as she buried her face into Bass' crotch. Her own feeling cool, and far too good than she would've liked, especially in her ass, and in her sex.

"That's it, dear... just let it happen, you can't stop it. Just enjoy it, and let it happen," Bass crooned. Putting a hand atop the earth pony's head, she gently stroked the messy, auburn mane comfortingly.

Latch huffed, and panted as the latex continued. Her mane getting all ruffled up was the least of her worries at this point. Up her belly and back it crawled, making her shudder, and gasp several times, even coating the base of her tail and adding just a bit more weight to it...

"I should mention, that your mane and tail? It'll become a lot more like mine, so I'd guess it's going to feel strange with your tail having a bit more weight to it, dear," Bass comforted, still stroking the earth pony's mane. "Just keep close to me like this, we're almost done."

Unbeknownst to Latch, Bass' hand started to glow as well. One by one her thoughts became muddled, foggy, and blinked out of existence, one by one. A distant expression started to form as she tried to keep coherent and sensible as the latex kept its advance; over her breasts, and higher up her back. She shuddered again, feeling her breasts grow a few sizes that made her lean forward. Her reactions and motions started to become slower as she remained against Bass.

Another hand went behind her head, keeping her close, and steady as she herself became slack. She had to get out of here. She had to warn-... She had to run... She had to-...

"No more of those annoying, and frustrating thoughts of escaping, sis. You belong with me now, Sister -- by my side... and in my shop," Bass cooed, her expression softening as the latex's advance hastened.

A red jacket formed on Latch, buckled across the front with faux metal and black straps. The window of her jacket opened, lined black as ivory, shiny flesh showed in full from the latex jacket.

"Nearly finished."

Bass' eyes shut as she breathed in and out slowly. She forced the latex to progress faster, crawling up Latch's neck, changing fallow to shiny ivory. Auburn became purple; the long, wild mane became shorter, pixie-like, much like Bass' own.

Tightening her hold around Latch's head, Bass let out a long exhale. Breathing, she began her little remixing. Taxing as it was, she started to implant memories within the earth pony. Their childhood, their love of fashion, their love of rubber... and their personality. They had as much attitude as they had smarts; sassy, coy, tempting, and possessing a silver tongue that would convince any pony to try on their wares.

She too -- her sister -- was named Bass Canon. They were twins, from the day they were born, up until now, and evermore.

Letting go of Latch's head, a pulsating headache hitting the horned Bass Canon immediately, she grimaced, but contained her groans. While there would've been a thud that would indicate her sister was limp... or dead from the failed experiment, there was no sound of a body falling. Instead, she felt the head slip away from her crotch.

Several short 'squirks' and creaks were heard as Bass kept her eyes shut tight. The headache wasn't going away, not as fast as she'd liked at any rate.

A hand then atop hers, squeezing it. "Are you alright, dear?" She heard. Latch's tone held, but with just a bit of vocal training... she could pass off as a twin sister proper.

Opening her eyes, the concerned face of a ivory colored earth pony stared at her. Bright, purple eyes stared back at her, ones that seemed sympathetic to her plight of pain. She looked just like her, down to the bodily proportions, and facial build.

"Better, now that you're here, sis," Bass cracked a smile back at the hornless twin.

The twin smiled, and brushed the spot of where her sister was holding her head in pain. "I'll make you some tea shortly, but I just wanted to know that I'm glad you invited me out here to Ponyville to run your shop with you, sis."

Hook, line, and sinker. The transformation was complete, as was the mental remixing that she'd done. It was taxing, sure, but the results were worth it. "I'm glad you decided to come with me too, sis," Bass said as her hands moved around her sister's hips.

She smiled back at the hornless twin, and dug her hands into that sexy, tight behind of the twin's. Her twin, in turn, reached for Bass', and dug her hands in as well, squeezing. "I wonder if we'll end up confusing anypony once we open up shop later, sis," the twin asked curiously.

Looks like she had to work out just a few more kinks in her sis' head. When they both hit the hay would be the best time... iron out her personality, and just magically alter her vocal chords. Nonetheless, the results were striking to her, and sexy. "Maybe, but that means we can let more ponies indulge into their hidden, desires. Together," Bass said as she stole a peck on her twin's cheek.

Giving a swift spank to her twin sister's ass, seeing her flash a wink and a smirk back at her, the twin strode off to the kitchen. Tomorrow was going to be the start of something new... and the only one who had thought to stop her, was a clone of her.

Author's Note

Another thing starring a friend's OC. Twinning has been fun, and I'd been getting in on it lately.