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Even though it was quite clear somepony was in the shop, Rarity was nowhere to be found. "Raaaaarityyyyyy..." Sweetie Belle called, looking through the different rooms on the ground floor. "Rarity?" She wasn't in the kitchen. "Rarity?" Not the broom closet either. "Rarity?" Nor was she in the vanity rooms. Any of them.

"Where could she-" The small unicorn was cut off by a crash from the upper floor. "Bedroom!" she announced victoriously, making her way to the nearest staircase.

Without pause, Sweetie Belle rushed to the bedroom door, throwing it open with a quick force spell. "Rarity, are you-" She froze in place once she caught sight of what was going on inside. "Uhh..."

{EARLIER...}

"I hope you two don't mind, but I have to go for a moment- I'm afraid I left my glasses back at the spa. Do make yourselves at home, though! There's tea in the cupboard if you need it!" Rarity closed the door, leaving her two visitors to do their thing. When Rainbow Dash tore Applejack's hat at the spa, the white unicorn had insisted they come to the boutique to fix it.

"Maybe there's some upstairs," Rainbow Dash suggested. They'd been searching for, what, two minutes? If they hadn't found the right thread yet, they weren't looking in the right place. "Since when does Rer'ty keep string upstairs?" Applejack asked. "Since never, but it's not down here. Come on!"

Reluctantly, Applejack obeyed, and by the time she got to Rarity's bedroom, Rainbow Dash was searching through one of the dressers. "What in the hay're ya doin'?" "Looking for thread." "Well, ah'm sure we ain't gonna get any from lookin' through her duds, Rainbo-" "WHOA, LOOK AT THIS!" Rainbow Dash could barely contain her laughter as she lifted the bottom of a particularly frilly lingerie out of the drawer.

Applejack's eyes went a bit wider and her cheeks reddened at the sight of the garment, and she made a move to take it from the blue pegasus. "Put that thing back! 'S not our business!" "Oh, come on, loosen up a bit- I doubt you'd be complaining if Rarity was holding it instead." Regardless of Applejack's attempt to take it away, Rainbow Dash still had a firm grip on the cloth.

"S'cuse me!?" "You heard me, cowpony! I saw you staring at her!" "I don't know what you're-" All of a sudden, the cloth began to tear, and Rainbow Dash heard it quite clearly. She stopped pulling, but Applejack still held strong, causing the two to crash into each other, tumbling over and over until they finally came to a stop, somehow landing on the bed, all the while knocking a vase off of the adjacent nightstand.

Rainbow Dash looked down, realizing where she was. On the bed. With Applejack pinned under her. She told herself to move, but her body refused to cooperate. "Uh, sugarcube... Could ya get offa me?" Rainbow Dash shook her head, a mischievous smirk coming onto her face under her wide eyes. She had Applejack in her hooves, helpless to resist anything she might do. Anything she might do, her mind repeated as she lowered her muzzle slowly, and then-

Suddenly, the door swung open, a white unicorn filly standing in the opening. "Rarity, are you-" Sweetie Belle froze in place once she caught sight of what was going on inside. "Uhh..." Rainbow Dash lifted her head back up, breaking the contact between her face and Applejack's. "I can explain!" she announced.

{Sub-ships and plot-twists and weirdness, oh my!}

{I hope you realize what just happened, though, and how sick I am for even coming up with it :I}

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She had Applejack in her hooves, helpless to resist anything she might do. Anything she might do...

"Yeah... explain." "Well, y'see... Me and Applejack were, uh... We were at the spa, then I kinda broke her hat... A-and so we came here, and we were looking for thread, and then..." Rainbow Dash paused for a moment, trying to find a way to explain herself properly. "...I tripped?" Sweetie Belle facehoofed. It was enough to stumble in on Rarity during her 'romantic exploits', but this was just annoying. They were on Crusader business, and they had priorities!

{Well, it's not like there's anything to apologize for. I'm just making sure you're aware of how much of a sick and demented person I am.}

"Look, this is nice and all, but I think it'd be better if stuff like this didn't happen in Rarity's house. She sleeps here, for pete's sake!" "Ah couldn't agree more," Applejack added, now glaring at Rainbow Dash through narrowed eyes. "In tha meantahm, could y'all get offa me already?" Rainbow Dash looked down again, realizing she still had the cowpony pinned against the bed. "Sorry!" She climbed off, taking a few steps toward the door. It was then she noticed Scootaloo. "You saw nothing," she insisted, pointing a hoof at the smaller pegasus.

"Now get out."

"But-"

"I-"

"Get out!" Sweetie Belle's voice cracked with her shout, startling the two older ponies into action. Without hesitation, the two scrambled out of the room, probably well on their way to the exit. Sweetie closed the bedroom door behind them. "Can you believe them? Making out in Rarity's room, on her bed, and then lying about it to save their sorry flanks!" She threw her hooves up and plopped down onto the bed, obviously not happy about the encounter. "I swear, Rainbow Dash cannot control herself. Why can't she, I dunno, slow down for a while? She is chasing after the wrong pony, after all..."

"Isn't it obvious?" Sweetie Belle asked, surprised her friend hadn't noticed. "Rarity! They'd be perfect- One's got the class and self-restriction of a 'proper lady', the other has the color and outgoing... ness of somepony who doesn't know the word 'consequence'. They'd moderate each other, y'know?"

{Scootaloo ships 'ScootaTails', Sweetie Belle ships RariDash... I wonder who Applebloom ships...}

{Maybe, maybe... You know, I'm surprised nobody's made a fic about it yet.}

"Now that I think about it, maybe you should spend some time around Rarity," Sweetie Belle joke, scooting a bit closer so she could give her friend a playful nudge. "Maybe some of her pompadour'll rub off on you!" Whatever that is...

"Pompadour. Somepony's level of ladiness, I guess." Sweetie Belle shrugged. "Kinda funny, actually- All the time I spend around Rarity, and I think I'm rubbing off on her."

"Oh, what ever could you mean, darling?" Sweetie Belle asked, turning to her elder sister's speech habits, lidded eyes, bent hoof and all.

"Not so much acting as it is letting go, actually. It's kinda hard not being a prissy snob, what with Rarity's genes all over me." She shivered, as if she actually had something in her fur.