Author's Note

And we’re back to our Twilight and Pinkie

Twilight's New Clothes

After sending Pinkie off to deal with her issues, Twilight got a delivery of several dozen boxes, which all bore the mark of the Rarity from this world, to her front door, but would soon find out that wasn’t the entirety of the delivery. The pony that dropped everything off at the front door, a dark blue unicorn mare unfamiliar to Twilight in what looked like an overly sexual mockup of a mail uniform just handed her a form to sign. Twilight looked it over before saying, she saw there were supposed to be eighty packages, Rarity’s idea of fashion being forced on her it seemed, but she only saw twenty packages, “Where are the rest?”

“My associate helped me put them out back,” said the mare in a lighter version of the Canterlot accent than she was used to hearing. Twilight felt a little uneasy at that statement.

She thanked the mare for her service and the mare was on her way, Twilight headed out back, thankful she actually had a backyard for once. There weren’t sixty packages, there were over a hundred in her yard, all of which had the Rarity of this world’s mark on them. “Great,” muttered Twilight as she tried to teleport the massive pile into her residence, only to have her magic cut out on her. She tried levitating them all, which was allowed. She suddenly understood that part about having her horn ring ‘calibrated’ and set the packages into a sort of snake configuration and guided them to her most open space in the complex. “Day Fruit,” called Twilight, and the bat fluttered into the same room as her and perched upside down on her horn, “would you be so kind as to place a busy sign on the doors where everyone can see them?”

The bat nodded and fluttered off. Now that Twilight had that out of the way, it was time to look at the one hundred and forty-three boxes; she knew because she counted them as they paraded past her and added the number of the packages she got from the postal mare at the front door to the amount she counted. This was going to take some time.

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Three hours and seventeen minutes, not counting breaks, is how long it took her to go through all the packages and collate all the robes into different piles. There were fifty-six formal robes, which probably showed what the priorities of this world’s Rarity were; nine bathrobes, why anypony needed more than three Twilight would never fully understand; twenty erotic robes, every single one of them made Twilight wonder just what this world’s Rarity was thinking to make more than four; and the rest were casual of varying degrees. Every single one of her robes, aside from the bathrobes, was quite revealing, especially the erotic variety.

Then it got worse; Spike barged into the complex, “Hey Twilight,” he said as he entered the place from the front door. “I got done with all my pressing matters for the day so we can have that long chat you always wanted,” he wandered into the room she was in, which was also the room she had all the robes, “I see Rarity wasted no time in her production of your new attire, looks like she went a little overboard. Although, those saucy numbers might be fun to see you in,” he said as he gestured to the eroticwear.

“That mare needs to work on her priorities,” said Twilight in frustration, “she probably reserves several train cars in advance just so she can have space for all her luggage.”

“To be fair,” said Spike, “when I found out about that I restricted her from traveling with more than ten bags. Twilight just gave him a deadpan stare that said he should probably be cutting that number in half.

“Well, since you’re here,” said Twilight, “there are some matters that need to be discussed. Item one, you need an assistant. Before you argue against it, this is basically mandatory for you at this point; you require an individual to keep you on track and remind you of what needs to be done. I know the Dragonlord has never had an assistant before, seeing as their delegations were kept rather simple before you won the position but you are reigning over a time when dragons are far more urban, and living with ponies to varying extents. At this point you are required to have an assistant, seeing as you keep on putting things off and possibly forgetting about them entirely. I recommend you place a pony, dragon, griffon, or whatever that is highly organized and does not have any current obligations that would distract from their placement. Secondly, you seem to have forgotten about the band upgrades for Pinkie and myself, possibly others. And third, you really need to update your maps, and possibly the archives.”

“Yeesh,” said Spike, “you’re really on point today, and quickly gave statements that render my excuses next to worthless. Do you have anyone in mind?”

“For the time being, no,” said Twilight, “I’ll act as your personal aide in an unofficial capacity until the appropriate individual has been found, chances he could be weeks or months before that happens, it’s not like we’re going to find an appropriately qualified individual within the first week.”

“Point made,” said Spike, “I’m sure you have some ideas of where to start.”

“Honestly, no,” said Twilight, “I was hardly social as a filly, I’m just good at keeping organized because of my affinity for research. That said, Pinkie might have a few ideas, seeing as she keeps surprisingly detailed records or her own.”

“I’ll make it a point to see her tomorrow about that,” said Spike.

“Oh, and my ring needs to be calibrated for the use of a few more spells. In particular, an item duplication spell I learned a short while ago and an item teleportation spell I learned of some years ago. Having that second one would have made things decidedly less awkward when I noticed Cadance and my brother watching me file everything in from their balcony. I would also like to have it calibrated for personal teleportation and teleportation of others, but I think that would probably be in violation of a few rules.”

“Rules I have governance over,” said Spike, “and you’re right, your horn ring does need to be calibrated for more spells, especially given your position as my chief magic researcher.” Twilight had a feeling the day was just going to be even longer than she was dreading.