Down Girl, The Handypony's Here.
A lesser mare might lose her focus when faced with the sounds of a bustling city right outside her door, but not her.
No... Rarity thought. Focus is the key to accomplishment,... A loud crash interrupted her. Her eyebrows twitched. … and focus is what I'll maintain.
There was a rapid knock on the door. She levitated the needle and piece of fabric onto her desk. Her newest project would have to wait. With her usual elegance, she placed her glasses removed her glasses, and trotted to the door.
“Hiya, Rarity!” The clumsy mailmare seemed to be developing a bloody nose.
Well that explains the crash. Rarity gave a slight smile. “Hello Ditzy. Are you alright?”
“Uhhh...of course! Sleet, hail, or... uhhhh... A true mailmare will deliver! Even when faced with doors!” The mailmare blinked before gasping excitedly, and reaching into her mailbag. “And I will!” Ditzy said happily, presenting Rarity with a letter.
“Thank you, Ditzy.” Rarity enveloped the small, white letter in her magic. “You know, I have a mail slot.”
“Yep, but it was special priority. From Mister Fancypants himself!” It was clear that delivering a letter from one of the most influential ponies in Canterlot had an empowering effect on the pegasus.
“You could still have... nevermind. Thank you for delivering it, Ditzy, but next time, just use the mail slot. I was busy working on a new dress.”
“Sure thing Rarity!” Ditzy clumsily prepared to take off.
“And do be sure to take care of that nose, dear!” Rarity called out to the slowly disappearing and slightly spinning figure of the mailmare. “Now, if there aren't any further interruptions...” Rarity stepped back into the house, closing the door with perhaps a bit more gusto than usual.
The letter went on the desk with the week's other mail, and Rarity swiftly returned to her project, which waited patiently on the desk.The blue fabric was going to be her a part of her summer line; a group of dresses meant for mares who desired outing-wear, but also wanted it to be nice and breezy. A simple project.
And one that Rarity couldn't seem to care for. She loved making dresses, but she had so many things that had gone into disarray this week, that she was putting all her irritability into them. A good, tough dress was what she needed; not a simple number, but something with flare and complicity that could challenge her. Take her mind off her troubles.
First off, having only recently moved to Canterlot, business had picked up. A lot. She was working herself to the bone, only sleeping in short bursts, and then it was straight back to the dress table.
The second problem was that her new building lacked any proper displays for special customers, and the handypony responsible for setting up the mannequins was out of town. He was two hours already late, and there were no signs of him showing up anytime soon.
Rarity grumbled to herself. The “special” clients were usually snobby, trust fund holders, who would rather throw bits at pieces of art they would only wear once, instead of finding a job-or doing one, for that matter.
Exasperated with lacing and unlacing the same stitch over and over again, Rarity glanced at the letter with a growing curiosity.
Passion or no passion, now it was work, and anything was better than work.
Sticking the needle and thread into her dummy, she levitated the letter over, and opened it with a zap.
Dear Rarity,
I would be ever so humbled if you were to join me this evening at my manor. I'm having a Summer Solstice celebration of my own, and would be delighted if you were to attend. I'm entertaining a few prominent model managers, who are very interested in your work, and would love to talk with you.
I understand that many Canterlot types can be a bit overbearing, (although I hope not myself, ha!) and would understand and welcome company, if you desire bringing an acquaintance.I hope to see you there!
Sincerely,
Fancypants.
Rarity closed the letter with a sigh. Fancypants was a dear friend, but with a large dress order to fill, and a handypony hopefully on the way, she wouldn't have the time.With disappointment, she took from a drawer some paper and a quill, and began to write.
Dear Fancypants,
I amterribly sorry, but it is with regret that I must decline this invitation. My workload as of late has been quite encumbering, and I don't think I can leave without.
She stopped, and looked at the unfinished dress. The dummy seemed to mock her. Rarity put down the quill. Come now, Rarity. A good dressmaker shan't let a party interrupt her work. She glanced back at the letter. Then again...A great dressmaker knows when it is time to relax! And Rarity felt that perhaps a little company would do her even more good.
Decided, she crumpled the would-be letter, and threw it away.
After all, I earned it. Fancypants's parties are always easy going, and a nice evening with music and maybe a few drinks is just what I'll need! But first I'll need something to wear.
The mare, now determined to have a good time, darted into her walk in closet. Sifting through the outfits, with practiced precision, she quickly narrowed her choices down to two. Hmm, the black, formal one, or the scarlet that shows a little leg? I guess...
The doorbell rang.
“Of all the times to show up, you pick now!” Rarity made her way to the door, and without looking through the peephole, swung it open. “Really? It's six in the evening, and you finally decide to show up-oh.”
There on the porch was the largest member
Macintosh! I'm terribly sorry. I thought you were that wretch of a handy-pony that hasn't even shown up yet.”
Big Mac just cocked a small grin, and gestured to the large crates affixed to his back with a harness.
“Oh, dear!” Rarity's face burned. “I didn't mean it.”
Mac just shook his head.“No harm done. Sorry 'bout the wait, pieces didn't arrive till noon, and the train was late. Mind if I come in?”Rarity nodded with understanding, and led him inside.
“Can I offer you something to drink?” Rarity opened her fridge. Mac shook his head again, and took off the harness, detaching the crates in the process. He began to open the crates, and extricate the mannequin pieces when Rarity stopped him by closing the boxes with her magic. “Oh, no dear, I'm perfectly adept at putting them together. Please leave them be.”
Mac just shook his head.
“The instructions I received were to deliver, and put together four mannequins for Rarity's Boutique, and seeing as I accepted the payment for both the delivery and assembly, I feel obligated to.”
“Well, I appreciate that very much, and I'll be sure to reimburse you additionally for your trouble.” Rarity smiled sweetly at him. “Although I do not wish to be rude, I must ask that you finish quickly. I am attending a party this evening, and while I certainly trust you, I would rather the shop be locked up..”
“Eyup!” Mac nodded in understanding. “I'll be quick.”
With a smile Rarity returned to her closet, and glanced at the two dresses. The color of the scarlet one was very similar to Big Mac's own shade.
Rarity always liked Mac, and was glad that they had sent him. The two had talked on occasion, back when she was still in Ponyville, and she appreciated his farmer’s charm. They had considered starting a romantic interlude, but they never were able to before Rarity's business took her to Canterlot.
She nuzzled the soft fabric of the red dress. She had spent many nights wondering wistfully what a relationship with Macintosh might hold. He was well built when compared to most of Ponyville’s stock, and against the Canterlot nobles, he had a rugged, country charm that was very appealing.
And then there of course, were also the rumors of his...fabled appendage, but physical looks aren't everything, and Rarity found that his gentle giant demeanor, and soft, calm voice had lodged themselves into her thoughts.
Mmmm. She thought. What I'd give just to touch...
The clattering of the mannequins reminded Rarity of his presence. Shaking herself free, she grabbed a towel from a nearby shelf, and entered the hallway.
“Mac, if you need me, I'll be in the shower!” She called. Part of her meant it in more ways than one.
“Eyup.”
The faucets turned in a blue glow, as Rarity gently closed the door, and stepped into the tub. The water began to cascade gently onto the mare's body, and she let loose a satisfied coo.
But, while the water felt good, she had a party to attend; and one did not attend one of Fancypant's parties unclean.
She levitated a bar of the finest soap in Canterlot, while simultaneously lathering her special imported, lavender-scented shampoo into her mane and tail. She scrubbed the soap with a slight amount of force into her skin and fur, determined to remove any dirt. She rinsed her face, fore-hooves, chest, and stomach, then gradually made her way lower. As she neared the area between her hind legs, she felt a slight twitch of urgency, and images of Big Mac sprang into her mind.
No time for that, now. Not for a lady. Feeling her cheeks warm, she applied the soap to her delicates in a brief swipe, but she felt that something had been started that couldn’t be halted in motion. She tried to stop, but flashes of something red, large, and very familiar, kept her going. Oh, please! Not now, I must contain myself, focus! Must keep clean, I have a party to attend to, and a guest in the next room over...a big, hulk of a guest, with a nice, throbbing piece of...No, Rarity!
But it was far too late. She took the soap bar into her hoof, and began to massage her slit in circular motions. A steady heat was building as her loins grew more and more sensitive, each touch sending sparks through her. Rarity began to hum, as her rubbing became more sensual. Oh Celestia! If he were here, I’d have him shove me against the wall, and thrust like there’s no tomorrow!
She was now no longer just simply massaging. Her hoof movements became increasingly erratic as the mere thought of Mac’s presence throttled her. Her lower lips were puffy and slick as her arousal grew.” Her pussy burned as she worked it over; thoughts of being skewered like a kebab now seemed appealing. Rarity nearly jumped when she touched her clitoris. The round little bud was now throbbing, and each subsequent tug and poke shook her.
She began to moan as she drove her hoof into herself. Her pussy clenched at her hoof with a twitch, her inhibitions now completely gone. Her hums turned into moans; soft ones at first, but they began to build into something more. With a mischievous giggle, she used her magic to grasp her friend in times of loneliness; her trusty loufa.
It was a simple piece of cloth, bound tightly around a wooden handle. The tool was used whenever she needed to simulate a certain touch, but she hadn’t used it for a while.
That didn’t slow her down, though, With her magic, she lightly spread her labia; revealing the tender pink flesh beneath. Taking over for the magic with her hoof, her aura now surrounded the loufa which she used to give a testing prod. Ohh, Mac! The tip just lightly bumped her bud, but it was enough to set her off into a huffing frenzy. It had been far too long, her shivers where evidence of that fact. She now held it flat against her lips, drawing it back and forth to further let loose her fluids. She turned down the shower spray just a bit, so that the slightest pitter-patter of something besides water filled her ear.
Feeling braver, she angled the lubed rod against her pussy, and ever so slowly, began to push it in. The makeshift toy pushed into her folds, a spear prodding into the coals of a furnace. The burning sensations were too tempting to resist, and she pushed the rest of the loufa into her pussy She wasn’t ready.
She screamed.
Her voice rang out through the bathroom with an echo. Her breathing was uneven, her body unprepared for such an orgasm. Oh, no! Oh, no, no, no!
It had been too long since she received such attention, and now the whole house knew. Well, Big Mac.
Her face burning with pleasure and embarrassment, she left the shower.
The shower ceased with a squeak, and she dried her mane. She stepped in front of her vanity mirror, to see her, a blushing mess with a healthy afterglow, and honey dripping from her legs. Praying to Celestia that she wasn’t discovered, she pulled out the ensemble she gathered, as if nothing happened.. The dress, the earrings -which made the whole thing pop, and a pearl necklace.There was also another piece of the outfit. One that wouldn't be seen by too many, hopefully.
It was a small, black, lacy little thing that she had made for herself. The thong, while it provided covering, seemed to, well... as a previous coltfriend described it, “made her ass a lot more ass-y.” He wasn't the smartest one of the lot, having been hit in the head by a few too many bricks during his construction job, but males tend to think alike.
She pulled it up her legs, readjusting it with a little giggle. Then came the dress, slowly gliding down her body, as she put her fore-hooves through the straps. The earrings and necklace followed suit, and once the whole thing looked right she began to apply her makeup, and brush her hair.
After several minutes, she had just about finished, and was heading to the door when she realized she forgot her perfume.
Just a quick spritz of Lavender Ecstasy, and I'll be on my way. She floated the bottle over. It was a joke gift from Fancypants's latest girlfriend. It wasn't a cheap gag though, and while it smelled incredible, its punchline was printed on the bottle.
Make your lover enjoy kissing you even more; the perfume is deliciously edible.
Rarity blushed at the thought. It had been a while since she had been satisfied, and she hoped that tonight one of Fancypant's rich and suave comrades would do the honors. A generous spray was applied to her chest and neck.
She held her bottle in her hooves.
No, I shouldn't She thought. the tiny crystal vial seemed to tempt her. Oh, but I want to!
She hiked up her dress and pulled down the thong with speed that slightly shamed her. A quick spritz was administered to her slit, that made her lips quiver with the cold spray.Her body still feeling the tremors of her showerly experience. Oh dear Celestia...
After placing the dirty towels in a nearby hamper, Rarity, now primed and ready, made her entrance into the main room. Macintosh was fidgeting with the last mannequin, and he hadn’t looked up when she arrived.
She couldn’t help it, but she found her eyes drawn to Mac’s toned back, her mind and body only ached for more after her orgasm. It was only when Mac finished, that she cleared her throat, and calmed herself. “Mac?” His ears flicked at the shift in tone of her voice. “I’m going out now.”
The large earth pony’s normally straight face broke into a smile when he saw her. He had always known Rarity to be one of the finest mares in Ponyville, as did every other stallion, plus a few mares. Now, though, her ensemble would make even the most modest of prudes salivate.
“You like it?” quipped Rarity, a knowing smile on her face. She giggled at the staring stallion, and appreciated the effect she was having on him until a thought flashed in her mind.
“Were you okay, Rarity? I heard you call out, and I got worried...”
“Oh, me? I’m fine, why I’ve never been better.” And with Celestia as her witness, she meant that. Still she was relieved that he didn’t catch on to her dirty little act. “Say, Mac?”
He hesitated. “Eyup?” he said, dropping the screwdriver from his maw.
“This party that I’m attending will probably have a bunch of snobs who are as rich and whiny as they are boring...”
“Where ya going with this?”
“Well, the invitation I received indicated that I could bring an additional guest.” The proposition clicked in his mind.
“Oh no, Rarity. I ain’t one for them social gatherings, especially the ones here.. No offense.”
“Nonsense, Macintosh! I assure you that they require only the slightest bit of poise, and a large amount of pouting.” She gave him a reassuring smile.
“I appreciate the offer Rarity, but it’s getting late, and I...”
“Oh come on, Macintosh. You deserve a break, just as any pony. Would you please join me?” She batted her eyelashes with the last bit.
“Oh, I don’t know... I don’t got anything to wear.” Rarity’s eyes lit up.
“Look around here!” She waved her hooves at the several racks of both stallion’s and mare’s clothing. She rushed over to the nearest rack, and began sifting through several articles of formal wear. “You’re larger than most ponies, but let me see...”
While watching Rarity’s rump bounce about in such a tight dress was fun, Mac had a feeling that this night would not be.
“Here we are!” She said, happily hoisting a black tux with a red bowtie. “Would you try this on?” She placed it over his back.
“All right.” Rarity just watched. “Uhh...should I change somewhere else or...?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you perhaps have something I could change behind?”
The mare looked surprised. “Oh yes! There’s a screen there.” She gestured to it, and hoped he didn’t see her rosy face. The stallion quickly excused himself to change, and Rarity’s eyes followed him like a hawk.
A quick minute later, and the once-rugged farmcolt emerged; a magnificent, studly creature, contained only by some dress pants and a suit.
“Oh, my!” Rarity had to catch a gasp. There was no denying that tonight she would have all eyes on her, and her handsome acquaintance.
“I look okay?” Big Mac tugged and pulled at the clothes.
“Yes!” She said, perhaps a little too loudly. “ I mean, you look rather dashing.”
Mac just smiled and nodded, glad to have impressed her.
“Well, I do believe it’s time to be on our way,” she said and hooked her foreleg around Big Mac’s. “Let us be off!”
A brief carriage ride later, the two arrived at the front lawn of Fancypants’s manor. Several guests conversed with one another outside, as more were dropped off by carriages varying in design.
Still hoof in hoof, Mac glanced at the high socialites with a sense of worry. “Oh I don’t know if this is a good idea Rarity. These guys are really...fancy.”
“Don’t worry.” She rested her head against his neck. “They aren’t anything to worry about.” Rarity’s gesture surprised Mac. He caught a whiff of her hair, and felt himself grow dizzy.
The two entered through the large, ornate doors and found Fancypants idly chatting with some folks in top hats. The noble’s ears poked up as the two entered, and he turned to greet them.
“Oh well if it isn’t my dear friend, Rarity! I was worried you wouldn’t show.” Rarity separated herself from Big Mac to administer the customary cheek kisses. “And who might your guest be?”
“This is my friend from Ponyville. Macintosh Apple.”
“Well how do you do, Mr. Apple?” The noble extended a hoofshake. Mac hesitated, but he took the hoof, and gave it a firm shake. His large, worker’s hoof easily dwarfed Fancypants’s. “I’m fine, thanks!”
Fancypants gave an approving nod. “Well I hate to run, but I’m afraid several steel entrepreneurs are waiting for me at the fountain. I wish to catch up with you to later though. Tata!” Fancypants gracefully trotted off.
“Well Mac, I suppose we must mingle.”
“Eyup!”
