“Ugh! I simply cannot find the inspiration for this fabulous set!” Rarity whined as she threw the piece of fabric away from her sewing machine. Groaning in frustration, she tossed her sewing machine in a box and packed it away so she could lie on the table and dramatically sigh. “Oh woe to me, a distressed mare, who suffers under the oppression of artist’s block! Oh woe, oh woe!” She rolled back and forth on the table for added effect.
Rarity, unfortunately, was running late on her orders. She had sent Sweetie Belle out of the boutique to focus on her work. Morning turned into noon and she was beginning to run out of daylight. Twilight had stopped by briefly to receive Rarity’s book and return it to the library.
“Oh woe to me, if I do not finish my order of a pair of fancy pants for the gentlecolt, Fancy Pants, I may never have a career as a fashionista again!” Rarity sobbed, her tears forming a pool underneath her. “I must also finish my portfolio of photos for Photo Finish! I’m doomed! DOOMED!”
Her tears turned into a salty stream of melodrama. She rolled onto her stomach and held onto the table with her hooves, crying. “I have to create two lines of clothing with only one source of inspiration! If only I could do two things at once!”
Rarity abruptly stopped sobbing and jumped off her table, muttering. “Two places at once, huh…”
“…” She froze in thought. It was risky, but if nopony found out then she’d be able to finish in a day’s time! A perfect plan with absolutely no method of backfiring. “Perfect.”
Rarity trotted to her front door, singing. “Time to visit the pool~”
Her journey through the Everfree Forest was shorter than she expected, and safe as well. With her target in sight, Rarity carefully applied magic force to a crack in the rock, shattering it. A basic understanding of geology was part of her talent, fortunately. Smiling, the sly mare slipped into the hole to her destination.
Rarity and Rarity hummed harmoniously as they each sowed a different line of clothing. The first Rarity was stitching pants with sapphires for Fancy Pants’ next party. He needed the absolute best of fashion in gems, so naturally he called upon Ponyville’s own seamstress. The second Rarity was working on a dress to wear, namely a revealing black lacy dress with stockings. It was coming fabulously, if Rarity were to say so herself.
“Miss Rarity, would you mind passing me a spare needle?” Rarity one asked the other, fluttering her eyelids as she did so. “Somepony as fashionable as I cannot simply stitch with a dull needle!”
The other Rarity gasped. “My word, that’s a tragedy! A mare as beautiful as you deserves the longest and most powerful of needles!” As soon as the words left her mouth, she blushed as the other turned red. It was unintended, but left her feelings in the air.
The first Rarity turned away, shy. “Y-you don’t mean that, darling. I’m just an old spinster!”
The other Rarity gasped in shock. “What in Equestria do you mean, darling! You barely look older than a filly!” Her words spurned tears from her double. The first Rarity sobbed and collapsed onto her couch, rolling in grief. The other Rarity ceased her fashionable creating and walked over to the other.
Rarity stopped sobbing as a hoof lay on her back. She relaxed, interested, as her clone began massaging her shoulders. She cooed as several knots dissolved under the gentle hooves. The clone rubbed against her spine, rolling out knots and soothing the stressed muscles Rarity had ignored. One particular spot harbored stress Rarity had ignored; a fact she realized when her clone released the tension, coaxing a moan from the mare.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” her clone teased, rubbing the sweet spot behind the shoulders. With each gentle stroke Rarity’s ears twitched in pleasure. She tried biting her tongue to avoid uncouth groans, but one sudden push from her clone surprised her with a whinny.
Rarity’s eyes shot open. She tried to stand up, but her clone pushed her down. She pushed against the stern hooves. The clone grunted as she held Rarity down. Rarity’s panic rose as the two struggled. “Why-“she huffed. “-must you insist on this? I’m pathetic! Relying on my own clone for personal pleasure.”
The clone shook her head and clicked her tongue. “My my, Miss Rarity. I am of your flesh and blood, and surely you know I feel the same for you. It is not pathetic, but merely-” She leaned down, placing her muzzle next to Rarity’s ear. “-efficient, no?” She backed away from Rarity’s twitching ears. “I was born out of a need for efficiency, so why not fulfill all of our needs?”
Rarity, now calm, nodded and relaxed once more. Her clone continued the massage, running her hooves up and down her back. Once she deemed her work sufficient, she moved lower and placed her hooves on the original’s flanks. Small, rhythmic circles on her cutie marks elicited further moaning from Rarity, signaling her approval.
“You like that, you naughty darling,” the clone chuckled as she lightly slapped Rarity’s plot. The mare gasped, her eyes shut tight with joy.
“Yes! Yes! I’ve never been so relaxed! Darling, you have the hooves of an angel,” she complimented, forcing herself to lie still.
“Oh,” the clone narrowed her eyes in mischief. “You must be jesting. Surely Miss Aloe and Lotus are much more accomplished masseuses than I?”
Rarity shrugged away her clone’s hooves and rolled onto her back to face her clone. “No, they are amateurs in comparison. Miss Rarity, you are simply divine! A blessing! A gift from the heavens!”
Her clone blushed, surprised to be at the receiving end of praise. Her hooves moved of their own accord beside Rarity, leaving the two mare’s in close proximity as their faces neared. The clone watched as Rarity closed her eyes, feeling her own neck stretch down to reach the parting lips.
Alas, if I cannot find my prince, who’s charm can I fall to but my own?