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// Incognito (Chrylight collab) 
// Story: Drynwhyl's Scrapbook of Incredibly Brief Scraps 
// by Drynwhyl 
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"Chrysalis," Twilight began, "I'm not sure this is a good idea."

The suit was long and lean, tight in just the right places; it rode her curves with a touch so delicate it looked more a part of the changeling than something she'd simply slipped into. A uniform, ostentatious red, save for the cape about her withers and the mask upon her face, she trotted about the table like blood from a wound and, as Twilight absent-mindedly noted, she didn't make a sound.

"Nonsense, Twilight. Absolute nonsense. I spent the last twelve hours toiling at my sewing machine to make this costume, so there's absolutely no way this isn't going to work." Chrysalis halted and turned to her companion. Her eyes narrowed a little. "Understand?"

Twilight sighed, pushing away her plate of cooling pancakes and cupping her chin with a hoof. She sat there for a moment in silence, considering the mare before her as an eyebrow crept up her forehead. "You realise they'll know it's you, right?" She waved her other hoof lazily in an all-encompassing circle. "I can see your horn and your wings, which are all very distinctive things, and the perforations in your legs are all clearly outlined."

Chrysalis looked down at her hooves, twisted one about. Little dimples in the fabric sat where holes once resided. "I'm sure nopony will notice," she replied. "It's not like ponies will be staring at my hooves. Unless they're criminals, of course." A pause. "Or if they have low self esteem."

"You're also very tall. Taller than everypony who isn't named Princess Celestia."

"That wouldn't be a problem if she hadn't placed that thrice-damned ring on my horn."

Twilight pushed her chair back with a groan of protest and rolled off, onto her hooves, and crossed the room. Once she drew close enough she nuzzled gently at Chrysalis' chin, diverting her gaze up and away from the floor. "You know disguises better than anyone else in the world. So I'm certain that if I know that this," she said softly, prodding gently at the catsuit, "isn't a disguise, then you know it too."

Chrysalis turned away, glancing out the window. Off in the distance a cloud scudded by, corralled by a couple of pegasi. She briefly followed their progress. "I just want them to love me. Nobody ever has."

Twilight frowned a little but bit her tongue; she knew what Chrysalis had meant. She rested her head against her companion's shoulder. "I know. But you don't have to go incognito, Chrysalis. You just have to be you."