The Sun and the Stars: A Twilestia Prompt Collab

by Fuzzyfurvert


39. Dance by Knight of Cerebus

by Knight of Cerebus

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"Rarity! Help!" The fashionista looked up from her sewing with pursed lips.

"Is something the matter, Twilight?"

"Hide me! I need a dress and an illusion spell that makes me look like an eccentric earth pony named Muddy Teeth who smells slightly of deerflies!"

Rarity blinked. "Ignoring the more obvious question, is there any particular time limit on this order, darling?"

"Eleven seconds!" Twilight's eye twitched. Rarity imagined if she had an angel and a devil over her shoulders, they would both be jumping up and down on her head telling her to run.

"Riiight. Might I ask what exactly prompts this?"

"Tia asked me to a dance! Me! Dancing!" Suddenly Rarity understood exactly how dire the situation was. She stood up from her seat, leading Twilight to a closet near the back of the boutique. There was a knock on the door.

"Twilight? Twilight are you there?"

Twilight's eyes shrunk to pinpricks. Rarity had found that giving the frantic unicorn a hug and gently telling her why her worries were not the end of the world was the best strategy for controlling her episodes. In this case, she had to deal with a wandering Princess. She threw Opal onto Twilight's lap as a substitute, pushed her and the cat into the closet and walked away, ignoring the cat yowling and cries of distress that ensued as best she could.

Rarity opened the door with a sweeping bow. "Your Majesty." Per Twilight's oft-lengthy explanations of Why Celestia Is The Greatest Thing Ever, Rarity was well aware that The Princess hated her status being used as a formality, and hoped this would distract the solar regent. This unfortunately did not occur.

"Did you happen to see Twilight come by?"

"I'm afraid I can't say I have, Your Eminence." Rarity gave the still hissing and yowling closet a kick, and flashed Celestia a sheepish smile. Celestia raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, well, if you do see Twilight, tell her that I wished to share a dance with her. I have some rare books on the subject in my co--"

"You do?!" Celestia smiled at the sight of Twilight bursting from the closet. Rarity delicately applied a hoof to her face, trying to replicate Twilight's technique in doing so. She ended up pushing her mane into a vertically slanted mess.

"Yes. I was hoping you might learn with me. In the future we might be invited to diplomatic ministrations together, and when partners are chosen, I would like to know I can count on you to share a dance with me."

Twilight brushed up to Celestia's coat, a smile on her face and her pupils at normal width.

"Trust me? Always." The pair nuzzled, and then disappeared from the shop.

Rarity opened the closet, and was promptly crushed under a hastily summoned patchy brown dress, a stringy wig streaked with dirt, a hoe and a straw hat that smelled quite strongly of deerflies. Opal landed atop her master, glaring. Rarity looked into a mirror at her mane, and the state of the costume atop her, and sighed.

"Mummy's going to take a bath now, Opal darling."