The Carousel Boutique is perhaps one of the most outlandish landmarks in ponyville, if only if because the majority of Equestrian citizens are principally nudists. Regardless, it seems to make enough business to keep the pony who ran the establishment well off with regards to cloth and gems so as to make more gaudy clothing than the confines of the building may contain. And of course, the artist of this textile facility was hard at work, slaving over making simple garments to make the disadvantaged youths look presentable enough to request an extra serving of gruel. At least until she was rudely interrupted by her manic friend who appeared in the room followed shortly thereafter by the newfounded royalty.

“Pinkie, darling!” Rarity said, startled though remaining composed enough to ascertain the situation. “I had three locks on the door this time, how did you ever get in?”

Pinkie Pie just stared at Rarity with one eyebrow raised, as though begging the question of how did she not make it past just three locks. For how could three locks hold back the relentless force of the Pinkie? Nevertheless, Pinkie decided divulging into this line of questioning would only support the ignorance that backed it. “Anyways, we need you to get something for Twilight to wear. She’s going to be providing entertainment.”

“I’m sorry but I’m quite busy. I don’t think.” She would have continued but she was quickly set upon by Pinkie who grabbed the precise unicorn and shook her violently and then proceeded to yell in her face, mussing up the ever so meticulously cared for hairdo. “It’s for the children, just do it!”

Tears welled in the corners of Rarity’s eyes as she knew that at any moment anything could happen, and so she could only agree because of the implication. Pinkie knew compliance was inevitable as the implication worked on boats out at sea as well. And so they both approached Twilight and Rarity begun to take her measurements. “Ah, well aside from minor alterations because of the wings I think I can manage. What was the entertainment going to be?”

Twilight replied, shifting uncomfortably as she confessed “Dancing, I think. Pinkie showed me a movie of one of her relatives.”

Rarity gasped and was taken aback from this mention. “You mean she showed you that video? Oh darling, I never would have conceived you would ever see that, much less replicate that!”

“It’s for the children, what kind of princess would I be if I didn’t take the opportunity?”

“A much more modest one I believe. Anyway, I would like to think I have just the thing!” And in a flash the now energetic artist of the cloth quickly retrieved something from a close which was much bigger on the inside, as though it were a Thoroughly Antiquated Retainer Designed In Sense. When she returned she quickly slid a gown of some fashion onto Twilight. Twilight looked in the mirror and saw that it was near translucent yet was still visible enough that it cut off just shy of her haunches, with the stitching that fit so well so as to be nearly invisible, giving the entire garment an almost ghostly aura.

Pinkie Pie, whose many talents evidently included critique, was less than satisfied. “It needs to be spicier.”

Rarity quickly removed the cloth in a moment and soon it was replaced with one of a more pronounced crimson color striped with black and frills along the bottom edge which stopped around her midsection. This dress, or what was left of a dress, retained a collar which stood up and encircled the rear of Twilight’s head and it too was adorned with a lace pattern. And finally the ensemble was completed by the addition of socks matching the color scheme of the rest of the outfit capped by horseshoes of a solid black tone.

“Nuh uh, it’s not skimpy enough.” And with this single comment Twilight was stripped naked yet again.

Rarity decided that she had best concentrate her efforts and made certain that this choice would be the one. So she straightened her glasses, shook off the gremlins which plagued her thoughts who in turn ran into the walls to live with the rats and conspire plans on how to make automatic weapons, and mustered what little creativity she had left, and ketchuped it for good measure too. Unfortunately, being a colorful horse with a totally not dyed mane and magic, her best was all that they would be able to settle for.

With passionate fervor, Rarity indulged in her beloved masterpiece, it would be by no means her magnum opus in the field of fashion, yet what she would create is something that would be sure to achieve her goal. As such, she quickly strapped Twilight into a corset, tightening it beyond any comfortable means. The corset chafed and restricted Twilight’s already practically defunct wings, and it seemed that this device would choke the life out of her before she would reach the stage. Before she knew it Rarity was already hard at work managing a skirt around her waist, making all the necessary alterations to ensure that it stopped just short of effectively covering her rear. With a few additional accessories, an earing here and a stocking there, it was finished.

Exhausted, Rarity’s legs gave out from under her and she laid sprawled out across the floor. Pinkie on the other hand was only much more greatly ready to continue her scheme and quickly threw one of Rarity’s novel dresses which involved a gratuitous amount of crystals that made it the envy of Liberace over Twilight and ushered her back outside with a grin so wide that her head was practically split horizontally.

They arrived outside the Sugarcube Corner bakery, although Pinkie continued to lead Twilight along to the rear entrance. And after this small pilgrimage, they somehow found themselves in the attic again. However, considering this was Pinkie’s workplace it should be expected that it would follow the schematics of M.C. Escher. Regardless, Pinkie led Twilight to a door and carefully instructed her.

“Alright, this is it. When I open the door you come out and do your thing. Let’s do this!” She said, striking a pose of firing her fist into the air victoriously. And then she went through the door, entering into a den of vile darkness.

Author's Note

The true events of Rarity forcing Twilight into a barrage of rather distasteful outfits was cut. Quite frankly, and georgly as well, Rarity's taste in textiles is disgusting and rather gaudy.