Warning: Rubber suit fetishism and sensual touching followed by a big helping of support characters and a healthy dose of story progression. All clop fodder is in the beginning, hopefully it isn't too painful to skim or too short to titillate.

“Is this really necessary?” Twilight Sparkle asked with trepidation in her voice. “It's not just me, is it? This seems like a bit much.”

Rarity continued taking the most precise measurements she could of her friend and lover. “Now, now. There's no need to be so reluctant, my dear. Your nervousness is making you forget the importance of hiding yourself from our enemies' sight, and of obeying my command. For that matter...” Rarity made a loop with the measuring tape and smartly whipped Twilight's rump.

“Ah! We decided that wasn't a very effective punishment, Mistress, remember?” Twilight pointed out with impish delight.

“Indeed, but there's no time for exploring alternatives. Everything must be ready by tonight, so that you may leave tomorrow morning. Now, hold still and don't object.”

Twilight reviewed their predicament in her mind, to preoccupy herself. Tomorrow, I have to take up the mantle of Regent of Canterlot in Princess Celestia and Princess Luna's absence. Rarity is hosting a Club party in Ponyville tonight, so that we can discretely meet the Club Elite outside of Canterlot. I have to agree to support the bill and let Polly Tessa know what to expect now, otherwise we'll be forced to face them on their home turf. Between concealing my identity and making them think my Club persona has some influence over who I really am, these circumstances are risky enough without giving them the chance to call the shots on this little rendezvous. Twilight's concentration was broken by the soft, elastic sound of a long roll of latex being unwound slowly.

She watched Rarity stretch out and cut the material with meticulous care. The collar had been one thing. When Rarity decided to up the ante and simultaneously give Twilight a new excuse to keep her entire body well-hidden, it hadn't gone over well. It still hadn't gone over at all. There's no other way of looking at it, Twilight thought to herself as she watched Rarity cut the fabric into form-fitting shapes using the measurements she'd just taken. Rarity is going to put me in a gimp suit. The purple princess wasn't looking forward to the sweaty, squeaky, claustrophobic experience. Not to mention looking like that, or rather not looking like anypony at all, in front of all of Rarity's guests and the Club Elite. A certain warm tingle ran through her loins at the thought of having her identity stricken from her at the behest of her dom. It was kinky and exciting, regardless of it's practicality. It's like I'm just her possession; something to be used without consideration or remorse. She shuddered warmly.

“You're being quiet.”

“Oh, sorry. I'm just deep in thought, my Queen.”

Rarity stalked around her sub in a tight circle, stopping to smell the fragrant rose which had begun to perfume the workshop. “Hmm. Deep in thought about what exactly?”

Twilight felt a rush of pleasure when she noticed her lover appreciating her scent. “Erm, thinking about... tonight.”

“M-hm,” Rarity hummed in an inquisitive tone.

“Uh, I was thinking about the outfit you're making for me.”

“Looking forward to it?”

“I can't decide, Mistress.”

“Well, perhaps this will help.” Rarity levitated the pieces she had cut and allowed them to brush across Twilight's sides as she carried them by. She assembled them around a mannequin, to demonstrate the shape. The pieces seemed too large, and Twilight suddenly realized something.

“Hold on. I can't remember for certain, but I didn't think latex clothing had obvious seams. How are you stitching this together?”

“Your curiosity always gets the better of you.”

“Huh?”

“I shan't answer your questions, if you can't be respectful when you ask them.”

“Oh.” Twilight blushed. “I'll get better about that, Mistress, I promise. Please tell me, Your Highness, how do you sew the pieces together?”

Rarity laughed softly as she organized the sections of latex on her worktable. “Your first mistake is assuming that I intend to sew anything. You saw how the sections overlap slightly on the dress form? One typically fashions the seams of latex garments using adhesive between the layered edges.”

“Oh. I suppose that makes more sense.”

“However, I have a more unique approach. I devised a spell to adhere latex together, saving time, money and mess. I'd teach it to you, but...” Rarity gave her sub a wry smile. “I do like to keep a few secrets to myself.”

“I'd probably get very little use out of it anyway, my Lady. Although, to be frank, it doesn't add much mystique to you.” Twilight smirked when Rarity gave her an annoyed look.

“Do I need to order you to be silent while I work?”

“You could always put my mouth to better use, Mistress.”

“The idea is to let me concentrate, you naughty thing! Be still a while and I'll have a bold new look for you.”

It wasn't long before the pieces of the suit came together. It was actually a pair of garments. One covered every part of her except for her wings, eyes and mouth, and was skin-tight with a zipper up the back and metal studs to either side. The other was like a jacket with belts which could be fastened to restrain the pony inside. The latter attached to the catsuit with sockets that snapped onto the studs. The entire ensemble was pitch black and shiny. Rarity insisted that Twilight try it on immediately.

“Darling,” Rarity said quietly, “You are stunning.”

“I, uh, I feel hot.” Twilight shivered warmly. “It's... in a good way.” Twilight looked herself over in the mirror. Her mane was tucked neatly into the headpiece. My horn seems larger without the bangs on either side. She turned to look at the length of her body. It hides my wings well. Her tail was tied into a knot and tucked into the suit. She turned back and stared at what little of her face was reflected. With some eye shadow and lipstick I would be totally unrecognizable. “I don't suppose you intend for me to wear black makeup?”

Rarity purred into her ear, “Eye shadow, mascara and a very shiny lip gloss. All black as night.” Twilight started fidgeting, so Rarity held her tightly. “Let's test these, shall we?” she asked while tugging on the belts with her magic.

The front of the jacket fastened with three short belts. The sleeves bent in half, drawing Twilight's ankles up to her shoulders, and two belts on either side of her chest wrapped around to her back and held her limbs in place. Finally, a long belt attached to each of her elbows was drawn tight across her back, interlocking through loops on either belt and buckling in place on the opposite side. It made it impossible for her to move one foreleg without tugging on the other. “I feel like I'm wearing a straightjacket.”

“Perfect. Now let's get you all dolled up.” Rarity sat Twilight in a chair facing a vanity where she had a great many beautification products. “Just relax, I'll do all the work.”

“Is that meant to be a double en-” Twilight's remark was cut short by a stern look from her dom.

She settled into the chair and allowed Rarity to give her a monochrome makeover. “Close your eyes, darling.” Twilight could feel the gentle touch of a brush making deft strokes over and around her eyelids, the soft bristles felt unexpectedly soothing. A pause, then Rarity began speaking softly to herself, “A bit severe. I'll blend it with some dark gray before the party. Or maybe a deep shade of blue. Hmm.” The feeling ceased and she could hear Rarity moving small glass and metal trinkets she assumed were makeup containers. She cracked open an eye just in time to see Rarity turn back around. “Tut, tut. Keep them closed, my dear.” The faint tickle of the smaller brush working the creases below her brow made her eyes flutter. “Hm hm hm, are we ticklish, my pet?”

“Maybe so, Mistress.”

Twilight heard Rarity giggle softly while smoothing out the blush just below her eyes. “Okay, you may open your eyes now.” Twilight watched Rarity weigh a few different mascara options before settling on a volumizing black. She twisted the lid off and continued spinning the wand inside the bottle with her magic. “Alright, tilt your head forward just so...” she said as she nudged Twi's horn with her hoof. “Look straight in front of you.” In the bottom of her peripheral vision the mascara wand wiggled side to side as it swept along her lashes. “No~w the other,” Rarity said softly as she twisted the wand inside the bottle and dragged it along the edge of the glass.

It's a little hard not to blink when somepony else is doing this, Twilight silently observed. She blinked several times and straightened back up after Rarity had finished below her eyes.

“Okay, now look at me.” They made eye contact as Rarity prepared to apply the mascara to her sub's upper lashes. It was clear when her focus was just above, carefully watching the wand. “Very good. It's coming out excellently.” Twilight struggled to keep her eyes forward and not watch the wand jiggle at the top edge of her sight. Finally, Rarity stepped back and set the bottle down.

“I'm happy with it, but I don't want you to look just yet. I want to do your lips first, so you'll get the whole effect at once.” She produced a small jar of gloss labeled New Moon Midnight, and lifted Twilight's chin with the tip of a hoof. “Close your eyes.” Rarity leaned in and kissed her princess, deeply and passionately. She broke away for a second, “One more, and hold it.” They kissed again before Rarity pulled back and Twilight held her mouth just as it was when she felt her dom. She kept her eyes closed as the gloss glided over her puckered lips. “There we are; nearly perfect. You may open your eyes again.”

Twilight looked into the mirror above the counter. My eyes somehow look larger with the surrounding coat and lashes darkened. It occurred to her how her vibrant eyes and shimmering black lips stood out like the gems Rarity embeds in clothing. The only visible parts of her face were now an accent rather than features of her own appearance. It's odd how may face almost seems... gone. A shiver ran through her. Blank, covered up- No. Wiped away. She began to fidget again, tugging her restraints and kicking her hind legs idly. “I'm so excited, Your Highness.”

“Mmn, we'll have to calm you down before the party, my sensual slave. But first, we need to polish you.”

“Polish?” Twilight breathed.

Rarity helped Twilight out of the chair and used her magic to support the front of her sub's body, whilst leading her. “Oh yes. You simply must shine brighter than any other tonight. You are mine, after all. I don't want to be outdone.” Rarity laid Twilight out over her worktable, half standing and half leaning on the wooden surface. A sheet of wax paper had been set out. “I'll be very thorough. You can expect a second coat at the last minute before our guests arrive.”

The guests. Twilight tried to imagine what it would be like. Rarity's an entirely different kind of host than Pinkie Pie. This party is going to be “small and intimate.” Everyone invited is part of a dom/sub relationship like ours. Her excuse is to show of that I'm with her now. That I belong to her. Twilight began to pant without realizing it. Her hind hooves danced absent mindedly on the floor. I wonder if all the doms are going to be showing off their subs. Treating it like an exhibition.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the weight of Rarity's hooves pressing into her back. She looked over her shoulder, but was immediately reprimanded. “Stay still, Twilight. Let your Queen work.” A soft trickling met the young alicorn's ears followed by a slick, wet sound as she felt hooves deftly massage her back in little circles that were gradually growing larger. Those hooves worked their way down to her rump and hips, rubbing slowly and firmly. Her thighs and sex received little attention by comparison; they were given a quick once over before Rarity moved to her calves. I don't know if that's kindness or cruelty. Rarity ran her hooves up the outside of Twilight's legs and curved forward to her flanks.

“Rarity...” Twilight whined as she started twitching again.

“Yes, darling?”

“I'm getting really worked up.”

“Oh, I know. Relax, my pet, I'll attend to you after a bit more teasing.”

Twilight could hear more polish being applied and felt the difference as Rarity's hooves glided smoothly along her sides and under her belly. The feeling of being rubbed down everywhere was becoming unbearable. Twilight put her head down on the desk and tried to meditate on her breathing, but she felt so sensitive and so hot. Pressure and soft, moist sounds on her shoulders caused tingly feelings to start at her scalp and run down the length of her back. Restless hooves lifted her just above the surface of the table and smeared polish across her chest. Rarity's face was beside Twilight's now; she held Twilight in an awkward embrace while trying to reach every inch of the smooth, black surface without getting much polish in her own fur. Twilight could feel herself polishing the inside of the suit, matting her fur and running down her legs.

“Nearly done, just your head now. Relax and enjoy yourself. It's so much better to take one's time and savor every moment.”

I feel like she's massaging my mind right out of my ears.

“Isn't it so nice to just lay still and let your owner shine you up? You are my perfect, pristine, polished princess.”

“Am I pretty, too?”

“Well, I can see my reflection in you, so... yes.” Rarity teased as she applied one more dollop of the polish to Twilight's horn. She was determined to make the spiral ridge shine brilliantly and gripped the horn with both hoof and magic. No sooner had she begun to work her way down the magical extremity than Twilight gasped and her head shot back up.

“Oh, Rarity! Yes, Mistress!”

“Is your horn really this sensitive?”

“It is when you press down on it like that!” Twilight said in a rush. Her need and excitement very plain.

Rarity allowed the liquid to drip down to the base and trickle across her sub's forehead. She then placed her hooves on either side of Twilight's horn and began to rub in little circles, pushing into the place where the delicate, yet powerful appendage connected to her skull.

“O~h ha ha uhah hah!”

“You seem to have a sweet spot right here.” Rarity twisted the tips of her hooves into the base of Twilight's horn for emphasis.

“R-Rarity~♥”

“I've never heard you purr quite like this.”

“I... I... mm g-gonna – o~h, yes.”

Rarity backed off, and rubbed much more gently. “Twilight, no! Not in your-”

“OH! SUN AND STARS ABOVE!” Twilight's legs went numb and she slid backward off the worktable, taking the wax paper with her. Rarity caught her and laid her down gently. The room was topsy-turvy and her head felt like it was floating. She could hear her own heart and Rarity's breath and everything felt warm and tingly. A moment later, everything came back into proper focus. “I, uh, kind of went on a trip just then. I'm sorry, Mistress. By the time I heard you tell me not to, I was already over the edge.”

“That's quite alright, my darling,” Rarity told her in soothing tones. She began to pet Twilight's scalp, spreading the shimmery fluid over the last few dry spots. “Just be still for me while I finish up, and then you can prance about for me, so I can admire my hoofwork.”

Once Rarity had shined every last inch of Twilight's second skin, she undid the belts and fastened them back onto the sides of the jacket so they wouldn't trail. She helped Twilight up and ordered her to look into the mirror. Twilight was surprised by the effect, the shiny surface of her suit had made her appearance that much more lustrous and playful. It was as though she were a shiny new toy for Rarity to play with.

“Why don't you take a quick walk around the room so I can see how the suit fits you.”

“Will you tell me how the light plays off of me as well, Your Highness?” Twilight asked as she cantered around, lifting her legs high and holding her neck up straight.

“It's just gorgeous on you. How does it feel?”

“I feel ama-” Twilight's words cut short as she started to appreciate just how comfortable she actually was. The buzz from her orgasm had gone entirely, and now that she was satiated her body began to complain. It was hot in the suit, she was sticky with her own liquid love and sweat which held the latex against her in some very unfortunate ways. She could feel it pooling around her hooves and the material rode up between her hind legs. It was tight, too, and there was an odd smell now that she thought about it. “Ah.”

“Darling?”

“Actually, I'm not very comfortable.”

“And whose fault is that?”

“Um, mine. It's my fault, Mistress.”

“Do you want to take that off and shower while I clean it out for you?”

“I do.”

“I suppose I'll just have to reapply your makeup and polish you again.”

“I'm sorry, Mistress.”

“Don't be. I want to play with my new favorite doll again.”

It was nearly eight 'o clock, and the warm midsummer evening was finally starting to cool down. Twilight had followed Rarity to the large house owned by The Club itself, where not so long ago she had first encountered the Club Elite. The interior was sparsely yet tastefully furnished; it was familiar, but seemed strange now that it lacked Pinkie Pie's decorations. “What all do we need to do to prepare, my Lady?”

“Not much. Once I made the reservation with Play Date, I took it upon myself to stock the kitchen with the refreshments and hors d'oeuvres we'll serve, as well as make the little modifications to the private rooms that I typically do. I'm not in the habit of decorating these events.”

“So, we came a little early to be sure we'd be here when the first guests arrive?”

“Yes, and to give ourselves time to discuss the evening ahead. Besides, I had to have you outside before the sun had fully set. The way you glistened in the low light was marvelous.”

Twilight could still feel the heat on her cheeks. Her latex suit had insulated the warmth of her arousal and embarrassment well. “I don't know if I could have done that, had I thought somepony might recognize me. I'm just glad hardly anypony noticed us on the way here.”

“I did avoid the main streets for your sake. Oh, but did you see the young stallion with the turquoise coat?”

“Yes, his jaw dropped the moment he spotted us. Nothing else on his face changed, it was like everything froze except his mouth.”

“Hahah, he just gaped the whole time until we rounded the corner. You'd think he'd never seen a rubber pony before.”

“He probably hadn't, Mistress,” Twilight pointed out as her cheeks began to burn again. “I was probably the most interesting thing he's seen in some time.”

“Unusual, perhaps, but I like to think that my own getup is quite a sight.” Twilight had to agree, Rarity's clothes were certainly the kind that demanded attention. She wore a high-collared blazer-like jacket with a stunning paisley pattern of crimson, violet and gold. Underneath was a pale peach blouse, and the the ensemble was completed with a pleated red skirt of mirror velvet. “Ideally, all of our guests will be in their finest attire this evening. Well, the doms at any rate. Their subs should be in appropriate gear for thorough use.” As she said this, Rarity ran a hoof over Twilight's collar and smiled.

“Do you expect the other subs to be used much at our party?”

“Oh, I hope so. I discourage overly heavy petting or outright copulation in the main area, but partners and groups are more than welcome to make use of the many bedrooms on the second floor. I anticipate dominate friends showing off their pets' tricks to one another and a fair bit of trading.”

“Trading?” A funny tight feeling pinched somewhere in Twilight's chest. “Could you elaborate, Mistress?”

Rarity headed towards the kitchen as she spoke. “Come help me set up the banquet table while we discuss tonight's entertainment. If everything works out the way I planned, our substitute hosts won't need to do much while we take care of business in the back.”

“As you command, my Queen,” Twilight said, with some effort to keep calm, “but could you please explain what you meant by trading?”

“Just that doms occasionally allow one another to make use of their slaves.”

“And if the slave isn't terribly excited about that...?”

“Well, if a sub's master or mistress gives an order it hardly matters what-” Rarity stopped talking when she saw the look in Twilight's eyes. “Now, darling...” Rarity beckoned her princess into an embrace and held tightly, “don't you worry. I may be the Element of Generosity, but that doesn't mean I'll share you. Nopony gets to play with my special somepony but me.”

Twilight smiled and tears formed in the corners of her eyes. “That's the first time you've called me that,” she whispered.

“Once I'm sure that our relationship won't make you a target for that horrid trio, we'll sing it from the rooftops if you so desire.” Rarity withdrew from Twilight and gestured to the long table. “Now, be a dear and help me with this spread. We need to lay out the tablecloth, sangria pitchers and cups, the platters from the fridge – Oh! We mustn't forget the napkins! I'll start folding those.” Rarity rambled off a list of things that needed to be just so before anyone arrived, which suited Twilight just fine. Checklists and multitasking were a welcome diversion from the butterflies in her stomach.

By half past eight, the table was set, the den was cleared for dancing and the parlor had been prepped with several felt-topped tables for games. Twilight had asked, but Rarity assured her it would be more fun to explain once the guests had arrived. Now they had only to wait.

“Mistress, whom did you ask to cover for us while we're in our meeting?”

“Hm. I'll have to give you their Club aliases for the time being, but I imagine they'd trust you with their real identities. That's assuming you don't recognize them or figure it out from the names: Vera and Nymphaea.”

I feel like this should be obvious. “I know them?”

“Yes. Though you are not close.”

“But you are.”

“M-hm. I see them at least once a week. Don't fret over it, they will most likely not cover their faces; you'll know them the moment you see them.”

Twilight continued to scour her mind for mutual acquaintances who were closer to Rarity and might reasonably be Club members. The names are definitely effeminate, so they are probably mares. Are they regular customers of hers? She thought I would figure it out from the names, and they do seem to ring a bell. It's buzzing in the back of my brain; I should know this!

Her frustration was broken by the sound of rhythmic knocking on the door. It almost immediately became an impromptu drum line before stopping abruptly and was followed by a brief outburst of what sounded like arguing. It was odd enough that neither Twilight nor Rarity answered straight away. They exchanged glances, Twilight shrugged and then they moved to let the guests in.

Standing on the stoop were a pair of mares. One with a white coat and spiked two-tone blue mane, whom Twilight recognized as the DJ Pinkie had hired for her brother's wedding. The other had light gray fur and a dark gray, meticulously styled mane. I have a gut feeling I've seen her before, but no idea who she is. More interesting than their appearance was their party-themed accoutrement: each of them wore a collar similar to Twilight's, with a chain connecting them. Aside from this, they wore only simple, matching black party dresses.

“Symphony, Synth! Delighted to have you. Thank you for coming on such short notice, dears. I was afraid you might be engaged.”

Synth couldn't help snorting with poorly suppressed laughter. “Symph wishes we were.”

Symphony made a quiet sound of aggravation and rolled her eyes at her partner, but seemed to let the comment go. “We wouldn't miss one of your Club functions for all the galas and balls in Canterlot, Elusive.” They entered as Twilight closed the door behind them, but Symphony turned back around toward her. “Especially given the occasion. I can't recall the last time you collared somepony. I'm very curious to know what makes her... special.”

“All in due time, Symphony. For now, you may address and refer to her as Evening Star.”

“A pleasure, Ms. Star,” Symphony said to Twilight before returning her attention to Rarity. “I hope you're in the mood to gamble this evening?”

“Perhaps, depending on the stakes.”

“You've never played for keeps,” Synth pointed out. “First time for everything?”

“There are certain things a pony might spend their entire lifetime waiting for. In any case, I can't imagine either of you would consent to a permanent arrangement, given that you've elected to attend as equals this evening.”

This observation caught Twilight's attention. “May I ask about your chain?” she inquired. “For one thing, I can't tell which of you is dominate.”

“Both and neither,” Symphony answered. “We are switches, so it depends on how we're feeling on any given day. We agreed to come as mutually assertive dominant partners this evening.”

“Which was a huge mistake, 'cause we're definitely gonna be fighting the whole time,” Synth joked.

“Excuse us, darlings, I need my dear Eve for a moment. As usual, I've laid out a variety of refreshments for the evening. Please, help yourselves.”

Rarity took Twilight aside for a moment and spoke quickly and quietly. “There are a couple of ground rules I meant to establish earlier, but neglected. Do not speak openly in front of anypony in attendance without my permission. You may respond to doms when addressed directly, but not subs. Only speak enough to answer. Once I've given permission to mingle with somepony, I may revoke it if I feel it necessary. Most importantly, do not give your identity to anypony without my express consent, no exception. Is this clear?”

“Perfectly clear, Mistress.”

“It is alright for you to speak with Symphony and Synth, but try not to feed into their arguing. I had hoped that they would opt to appear as an unequal pair, but that's a moot point now. Further, Symphony's keen interest in you has made it clear that they were hoping to play with you tonight, or rather to play with my new toy. I imagine they'll ask me about it later. Do not allow yourself to be alone with anypony tonight besides myself. I have no intention of giving any of our guests permission to use you.”

“I should hope not, my Queen.”

“Oh, really? You know, I'm well within the rights you gave me to do so.”

“I know, Mistress. That's why I can only hope not.”

“Mm, good girl.” The sound of knocking filled the room. “Now, get the door for our guests.”

“Right away, my Lady.” Without curious noises to distract her, Twilight opened the door with the flourish Rarity had taught her, simultaneously pulling the door wide, backing away from the frame and bowing to the newcomers.

“Ah, Vera, how good to see you. I can't thank you enough for coming and assisting me tonight.”

Twilight couldn't help her curiosity and raised her head just enough to see the ponies crossing the threshold. One had a soft pink coat and bright blue hair, while the other was just the reverse; both had deep blue eyes. The former was dressed in an elegant but simple frock, minty in color with a pattern of white vines. The latter was adorned with a pure white saddle and bridle. Her bit and noseband prevented her from speaking, the blinders kept her focused on whatever was directly in front of her and she was being led firmly by the reins. Her tail was bound with a tight white strip of fabric which held it aloft, affording a mostly uninhibited view of her backside. It was also obvious from the moment Twilight saw them that they were actually Aloe and Lotus, who ran the Ponyville Day Spa.

“Am I actually this dumb?” she blurted out. Oh, no. Please tell me I didn't say that out loud. One sidelong glance at Rarity's face told her she had.

“Evidently so,” Rarity fumed. “Honestly, what did we just discuss?” She shut the door rather forcefully with her magic, then turned her attention back to Aloe, “I'm terribly sorry, I'll be sure to discipline her thoroughly.”

“Don't apologize, Ms. Elusive. I'm sure she's well behaved when she isn't caught off guard. If it isn't too presumptuous, may I assist in administering her punishment? I'm attempting to teach Nymphaea to satisfy our submissive clients' needs, and I feel she would benefit from some demonstration and hooves-on learning.”

“That may be necessary. I'll consider it while we wait for the remaining guests. It has been some time since you've attended one of my soirées; would you like to reacquaint yourselves with the premises as I share my itinerary for the evening with you?”

“No, thank you; this house isn't so large. If you're true to form, once all of the invitees arrive we'll discuss current events and exchange personal anecdotes over a light dinner, move on to games and drinks, then finish the evening with dancing – amongst other physical activities.”

“With any luck, my important affairs will be settled during dinner, and Evening Star and I will return in time for a few rounds.”

Lotus nuzzled Aloe's neck, which prompted her to remove the bit and allow the submissive mare to speak. “I wonder if we might exchange – how to put it? Proper introductions with Evening Star? I suspect we already have some idea who each other are.”

Aloe glanced between Rarity and Twilight, then replaced Lotus' bit. “Shall we?” she asked.

“I have no objection,” Rarity said, as she glanced towards the only other pair to have arrived yet. “Eve, if you like, but keep your voice down.”

Okay, I can do this, Twilight thought to herself. I can reveal who I am to other ponies while dressed in a gimp suit at a sex party. Ponies whom I've met before and occasionally socialize with. She could feel herself tense up and her breaths come faster. I hope Rarity doesn't mind if they have to cut me out of this suit. Then again, rigor mortis doesn't last that long, right? She gulped and steeled herself against the fear of instantaneously dieing of humiliation.

“T-t-twilight SpARKle,” she belted out. The heat of her cheeks warmed the rubber covering her face, and made her wonder if it was possible to see her flush through the material for a silly moment.

Rarity bit her lower lip and half-hummed; Aloe covered her mouth with a hoof as her eyes crinkled; unlike the others, Lotus could do nothing to suppress her laughter. Muffled giggling escaped around the bit. I'm going to die slowly, it seems.

Rarity stepped closer, crooked her neck and nuzzled the back of Twilight's. “There, there, don't get worked up. It takes a lot of courage to confess one's identity when they typically partake anonymously. Do you remember when you asked why you would hide before we attended our first Club function together?”

“It hadn't occurred to me at that point that I'd be at any risk. Or embarrassed, for that matter.”

“Ms. Star, you needn't be embarrassed,” Aloe consoled her. “As you must have recognized us from your time spent relaxing at our spa, I'm sure you know Lotus and myself. We have been members of The Club for some time, and providing intimate services to other members for just as long. There is no proclivity we would deny, begrudge or deride – violent tendencies aside. It was merely... your outburst which struck us as amusing.”

Lotus nuzzled her partner, and was allowed to speak again. “To be completely frank, Ms. Star, you sort of barked your second name. It was cute.”

Rarity made a point of keeping Twilight close as they greeted the arriving guests in turn. Whiplash – a pegasus – arrived with his submissive earth pony partner, Raw Hide; both were stallions. Next came a heterosexual earth pony couple, Deep Well and Hard Rider. Ironically for their chosen names, Deep was dominant over her husband. Then a group of four showed up all at once. A dominant pegasus mare named Head Turner, and her three slaves: Luster, a unicorn stallion; Duster, a pegasus stallion, and Buster, an earth pony stallion. Twilight had to fight back laughter over the naming convention.

As the guests arrived, Twilight began to feel more comfortable and was settling into her role of letting them in, deferring to them and handling their coats, hats and such. It seemed most ponies in attendance came already dressed for the occasion, but concealed under loose clothing. Also, by quietly listening, she learned quite a bit about them and their relationships with Rarity. All of them lived in Ponyville, most had been Club members for years and each of them knew Rarity as Elusive, though also knew her outside of The Club as well. Every dom had apparently custom ordered clothing from Carousel Boutique for themselves or their subs.

I suppose she must be one of the business owners officially affiliated with The Club. Her Club identity must not afford her any secrecy. A silly thought popped into her head as she watched Head Turner lead her three stallions across the room, towards the long table. When Rarity made those catsuits, how did she know how big to make the bands around the base of their dicks?

“Admiring the way the fabric is drawn taut over their bottoms or their balls?” Rarity whispered in her ear.

“Both are delightful, but I was looking at something else.”

“Try not to get too riled up. We have business to attend to, followed by administrating the remainder of the party. Then we can saunter upstairs and tend to one another.”

“How many more guests are you expecting?”

“None. Only our adversaries remain, but they will arrive late. They always do.”

Twilight looked around the room and counted only twelve ponies besides Rarity and herself. “This is a small turnout compared to Pinkie's parties. Are you not very close to a lot of Club members in Ponyville?”

“The turnout for Cherry-Berry Crumble's parties represents the entirety of Ponyvilles Club membership,” Rarity informed her, putting special emphasis on Pinkie Pie's Club alias as a reminder. “There are a hooful of others I typically invite, but were not available this evening.”

An urgent knocking at the front door interrupted their conversation. Twilight, anticipating the Club Elite, opened the door with the flourish she had perfected by this point and waited for Rarity to show them in. When Twilight didn't hear anypony speak, she shot a glance at Rarity who looked stunned. She frowned and stole a look at the ponies on the threshold, nonplussed.

There were three of them. One was obviously Bell Weather. She was in a shimmering, golden cocktail dress. It went perilously well with her mane and eyes. She was actually laying across the backs of two subs, who had been encased in latex suits similar to Twilight's, obscuring them completely. One seemed to be a lithe stallion of average height, the other a short and chunky mare. Because of the difference in height, Bell was reclining with her rump on the softer looking mare. The poor thing was shaking from the effort of holding Bell up.

I can't believe they would blow us off and send Bell Weather alone! Twilight fumed as she stood up. She turned to Rarity and opened her mouth to complain, but her Mistress' mouth was already open, flitting between gaping in shock and curling into a vindictive smile. Twilight turned back to the door.

“We~ll, aren't you going to invite me i~n? I can't stand here a~ll night!”

No, Twilight thought, that isn't – they can't be! The stallion Bell leaned back against had icy-blue eyes that looked both annoyed and tired. The mare under Bell's rump had green eyes like acid and the look in them made it plain that she shook with rage rather than strain. Oh my Celestia, they did all come. Twilight had to fight with all her determination not to laugh. Why in Equestria would Polly agree to this humiliation, regardless of the convenience of hiding her appearance underneath that suit?

“Please, come in,” Rarity said with thinly veiled mirth in her voice. She and Twilight exchanged a glance of confused joy. “Evening Star, be a dear and let Vera know we'll be absent for a short while. Then, come and join us in the back room – same place as before.”

Twilight hastily delivered the message in a rush to get to the back room. She had plenty of time though, due to the slow pace at which the Club Elite advanced. Bell did not dismount the others upon entering; she forced them to carry her, apparently reveling in the attention drawn to the scene she was causing.

“Oh, hel-lo~ everypony! The most glo~rious Bell Weather has arrived in a fitting, yet da~ring entrance as you've a~ll come to expect.” She was waving and moving about. Sitting up, swaying to and fro, striking poses on top of her “friends” to show off her dress and her braided mane. “A~nd I've come with an entourage of ponies fit to be sat on by a tush as desirable as mi~ne. I wish I could stay lo~nger and show off my pretty little slaves some more, but I've got errands to run. Ta-ta, lovlies. Good by~e, bye-bye.”

As the three of them disappeared into the back hall, followed closely by Rarity, Aloe leaned in a little closer to Twilight and quietly asked, “Is that the mare Ms. Elusive and you are meeting with?”

“Sort of, yes. It's better that you don't know much about it.”

“Well, I've seen her before. At least I think I have seen her picture.”

“Just... try to ignore her. She'll be gone soon, hopefully. Speaking of, I need to get back there.”

Twilight galloped to the other side of the room and down the hall, joining the others before they had settled in. The moment Rarity shut the door behind them, Polly Tessa exploded. The stout mare bucked Bell Weather backward over Agit Prop's side with surprising force.

“Bell, I won't ever allow myself to be humiliated like this again,” the politician pony fumed, “especially by the likes of you! The next time you try to even suggest such a stunt, you may as well consider yourself ruined.” She rounded on Twilight and Rarity next. “If either of you laughs, jokes or even mentions this again I will...” she panted for a moment before her composure finally overtook her anger. “I will rescind all promises of assistance for favors and make a point of opposing you in any endeavor you undertake. This I swear.”

The quick transition from hysterical anger to cold threats dispelled any lingering humor. Rarity and Twilight took their seats beside one another at the table. Polly Tessa sat across from them, flanked by Bell Weather and Agit Prop as before. Bell looked rather ashen, as though she had no idea Polly would be so upset. Twilight waited for a cue from Rarity to proceed, but her Mistress sat silently. The only sound in the room was Polly's gasping.

“Well!?” she snapped. “We haven't got all night, Elusive.” Polly seemed to shrink as she slumped, shut her eyes and tried to steady her breathing.

Ah, she can't cool down inside her suit, Twilight observed. After carrying Bell and erupting like that she must be burning up.

“I thought I would wait until you had caught your breath,” Rarity responded in measured tones.

Polly muttered something darkly before speaking up, “Don't worry about me, my dear. I'll be quite alright. I think we can all agree that we want this meeting to end quickly. After all, my associates and I are intruding on a gathering that you're meant to be hosting.” Her voice sounded strained.

“It hardly matters,” Agit interjected. “A tiny product of sprawling agriculture like this isn't a venue for any gathering that could possibly- GUH!” He looked at Polly with surprise and hunched forward to rub his sore leg. “On second thought, it doesn't matter what I think. Such places speak for themselves.”

So, Agit and Bell both suffer from Polly's bullish tactics. Does she even bother to hide behind sweet words and sophistication when they're alone? Twilight wondered.

Rarity spoke up, “Evening Star and I looked over the bill copy that Bell delivered and decided to support it. Eve can tell you more about that.” They all looked at Twilight expectantly.

She cleared her throat and gathered her thoughts as she fetched a bundle of papers from the drawer of a desk in the back of the room and set them on the table. “Before I explain, let me remind you not to ask any questions about how I've managed this. I'm sure you can appreciate the need for secrecy.”

“Of course, Evening,” Polly managed in a patronizing tone. “I've been at this for quite a while, sweetheart. I know how this works.”

“Yes, well. This is a speech I've written for Princess Twilight Sparkle. Don't worry, she hasn't read the bill or this document yet. With your say so, I'll send them both to her at once and guarantee that she'll deliver it on the second day of the upcoming session of Parliament.”

Polly's eyes were wide. She continued to huff and puff, but seemed to do so in a more subdued manner. “Princess Twilight Sparkle will speak at Parliament?”

“Princess Celestia and Princess Luna will both be away. A fact I suspect you were already aware of. Princess Twilight Sparkle will be Regent in Canterlot until their return.”

Polly eagerly flipped through the speech with her magic. She skimmed at first, then began to peruse it carefully. Bell and Agit both leaned in after a moment, but they quickly backed off when Polly shot them dirty glares. After several minutes, she set the papers down and returned her attention to Twilight.

“You guarantee she'll deliver it as written?”

“I give you my word.”

“I won't ask for details. Simply yes or no: have you written for her before?”

“She hasn't done much public speaking, but yes; I have.”

“She trusts you?”

“As much as anypony.”

“Is she..? No, nevermind.” Polly thought quietly for a moment. “I think this is agreeable. Please send her Highness these documents immediately. I can promise you two things right now. If our newest princess delivers this speech, I will personally see to it that Ms. Elusive's squandered opportunities in Canterlot are renewed. Secondly, if the bill passes, Ms. Star, I will give you that favor we discussed. Have you given it much thought?”

Why does she intend to reward Rarity for my speech? “I haven't decided yet. I will think of a favor by the next time we meet. What does Elusive's lost business have to do with the speech I wrote?”

“Oh no, no,” Polly dismissed. “It's not the speech, it's a prize for finding us an ally who writes for the highest in the land. Think of it as a... finder's fee. Don't be too hasty, Ms. Star. Your just desserts are coming, rest assured. Try not to take too long deciding; I may not be able to deliver something on short notice.”

“I'd like to see what her creative skills are like,” Agit simpered. “Only an artist can judge the true value of ideas in any medium, writing included.”

“If her writing is as valuable as it seems to be, you will get to hear it on the second of next month.”

“By that time, it will be a commercial. I want to feel the intent behind the words before they are given hypocritical breath. As a concept rather than an ethos.”

Polly rubbed her temple with a hoof as she slid the papers over to him. It seems like she hasn't got the steam to argue. Then again, Agit sounds as ludicrous as ever. I just hope she doesn't let him try to edit it.

“I have suggestions,” Agit mumbled before he'd finished the first page, “none of which are optional.”

“I'm not prepared to edit it now,” Twilight told him.

He glanced over the papers at her. His icy eyes seemed far more alert than she thought he was capable of. “Merely word choice,” he said as he levitated a quill and quickly jotted down notes in the margins. “Well, and a few phrases are naïve, they'll need to be made more worldly. I don't suppose you really want to include this jargon; the point is to make it sound good, not confusing. Lastly, the Princess must use the right body language, I've included instructions.” He gave the speech draft back.

The margins are almost completely filled in! Twilight noticed with dismay. Although, these are... actually really good ideas. “I, uh, I guess a few changes wouldn't hurt.”

“Stagnant minds are like lizard water, and breed unchanged.”

Rarity made the mistake of trying to correct him this time, “I think the phrase is, 'unchanged minds are like stagnant water, and breed lizards,' isn't it?”

“Nonsense,” Agit replied. “How would a mind breed lizards?”

“It's... metaphorical.”

“Not on my watch.”

Polly reentered the conversation, “On that note, I think this meeting is at an end.”

“Fi~nally,” Bell chirped. “Now we can go do~ something fun!”

“If by fun♪, you mean repenting for our mistakes♫,” Polly said in a bouncy, lilting tone which sounded far more troubling than growling or shouting could have. Bell seamed distraught as the three of them left. Once the front door had closed behind the abhorrent trio, Aloe came over to Twilight and Rarity.

“Your pretty guest seemed much worse for wear after speaking with you. Whatever did you do?”

“Vera,” Rarity said as she placed a hoof on her guest's shoulder, “Let's not talk about those ponies. It's about time I resumed my host duties; is everypony ready for digestifs and games?”

“Some of us are aching for it, my friend. We're all very eager to spend more time with you and your new sub, especially since it has been so long since you last entertained us for an evening.”

“Then let's not keep them waiting. Eve? Come along, we have quite the night ahead of us.”

Author's Note

I have no excuses. This took much longer than it should have. Better late than never.

I promise that anything which seems to drag or appears irrelevant is setting us up for coming events. I'm playing the long con here, folks.

The next chapter will consist of sexy sub-swapping shenanigans. Rare and Twi will mostly be spectating. Exhibition/Voyeur kinks, yay!

As ever, I prompt my readers for feedback: Do you feel any sympathy or pity for any of our antagonists? Does seeing them torment one another feel cathartic and satisfying? Lastly, how do you lot feel about swinging and poly-amorous relationships, both in and outside of fiction?

Thanks, as always, for reading. Please give me any constructive criticism you can. Leave me suggestions and opinions; I might feel inspired to provide some fan-service.