I’ve been on tour but never one like this

After several minutes had passed Mic heard the faint vibrations from the right side of the room, emanating from his jeans as well as a hidden glow. He lifted himself carefully so as to not wake Vinyl from her slumber, slid on his boxer shorts for the second time and stepped cautiously towards the source of the noise. He slid his phone out of the pocket and tapped the home button to reveal what the phone wanted to draw attention to.

‘Equestria Metal Awards

Tuesday; 8:30PM

at the Canterlot Entertainment Halls’

“Horse-apples…I completely forgot” he said to himself. Mic thought it best to leave some sort of message for Vinyl to find when she woke up so he grabbed what paper he could from behind the dubstep ponies bass cannons as well as a marker and scribed ‘I’ve left to get my suit for the awards on Tuesday, sorry I couldn’t be there for when you wake up’ after which he grabbed what clothes he had last night, stole a shower and flew still with soaking wet locks towards his cloud mansion at the top end of ponyville just before the apple family farm.

Most of Mic’s money he’d earned from playing with Blindsided went into making the house as music themed as possible with guitars and bass’s round every corner each pair as different as the last. He’d positioned drum kits in his two improv recording rooms as well as one kit in his own room on the top floor for practice. He landed just in his doorway unlocking his door, striding up the stairs to his room wherein he stripped of his leather converse, socks, jeans, boxer shorts, hoodie and Wonderbolts tee and throwing them in the clouds where they’d get washed in the vapours. He shook off what moisture was left from the flight and began to dry it with what heat he could summon from the sun’s light, he then brushed it down, straightened it and parted it sideways to give a classier look for who he was to visit for his tailored suit “lookin’ good Mic, you suit classy” he said suavely looking in the mirror as he adjusted his collar.

Mic strutted out of his house, smoothly locked the door and dropped onto the pavement before buying a rose as a thank you to Rarity who was to make his suit for him. Like all stallions after sex Mic felt cheery and generous, like nothing could bring him down, He strode his way down ponyville’s streets heading for The Carousel Boutique where the master of fabrics was at work. Mic pushed the door as the bell clanged his arrival “now who could that be I have no reservations for today?” said Rarity who was now making her way downstairs before seeing the gracious customer bowing towards the purple mane’d mare holding only a single rose at arms-length

“For you Miss. Rarity” Mic said confidently

“Oh Tenor Mic, you charmer” Rarity giggled and took the rose before positioning it in her contrasting purple locks “So what makes you visit my shop darling?” Rarity, now with a hand on her hip questioned Mic

Mic stood up from and looked Rarity in the eye and started walking towards her oh so slowly before placing a finger beneath her chin and looking at her with intent to kiss her, Rarity was feeling rather uncomfortable by this and started blushing and sweating nervously “I just need a suit fitted” Mic said comically as he snapped quickly away from his little prank

Rarity’s body went limp in relief “Oh phew I thought you had something else up your sleeve, you really had me there…oh but your suit of course, step this way darling” Rarity beckoned Mic to follow her upstairs to her work-room. What Mic saw upstairs was a veritable colour-fest from shades of red he’d never thought possible to the vibrant greens he couldn’t look at for being so bright

“wow Miss.Rarity this is better than I-“ he cut himself off before revealing of his fantasies about the white unicorn

“Better than you what darling?”

“Nevermind just my mouth running where it shouldn’t…ooh this looks good” pointing at a dark grey fabric “How about this and…blue ribbon lining?”

Rarity was surprised at his fashion sense, he knew what he liked and what was appropriate for a more formal event “Wow Mic I’d always thought you wanted ripped sleeves and jeans but it seems you have more of a mind for class as well” Rarity smiled “Grey and blue trim it is but I will need measurements so you will need to hang around till that’s done, you will have time won’t you?”

“Certainly, I have nothing to do today so I can stay for measurements. So what do I have to do? Assume the position?” he said as he put his hands against the wall spreading his legs a little.

Rarity giggled “No no darling not that position, just stand on this pedestal and I’ll get your leg measurements first” She pointed to a small pastel purple disk at the other side of the room.

Mic hopped on and separated his legs to let Rarity kneel and wrap her measuring tape around his ankles, calves, knees and finally thighs. Mic couldn’t help but blush as Rarity got closer do his crotch but thankfully she didn’t have to measure that area

“Alright darling, off with the shirt”

Mic’s blushing only got worse “erm excuse me? Shirt…off?”

“Indeed darling I work better if I don’t have clothes getting in the way as it could upset the measurements but I never asked you to remove your bottom half as I know nopony will for a stranger”

Mic was a bit sceptical, retaining his red muzzle he asked “but why ask for my top half?”

Rarity smiled and said “you have nothing to worry about I’ve had worse looking customers. Besides we’re both adults here are we not? Now off with it!” this was true and her arguments were hard to counter so he thought ‘if he must’ and stripped of his shirt “that’s better” Rarity’s muzzle also took on a light shade of pink.

Rarity took a couple of steps forward and wrapped her arms around Mic’s waist, tightening her measuring implement, pulling him closer to her. Taking the measurements she continued “alright, raise your arms, I need a chest size” Mic did as he was told and raised his arms forming a T shape. Rarity slid her tape up and tightened it on his chest “33” she mumbled “now your arm dear” Mic lowered his arms as she took measurements of that too at the upper arm, forearm and wrist “all done darling, you may put on your shirt now…if you want” Rarity looked back giving him a sly wink that he loved.

“Right so when should I expect the suit to arrive?” Mic enquired as he buttoned up the top buttons of his shirt

Rarity replied with a hint of joy in her tone “Tomorrow dear, I’ll get to work on it immediately”

Mic smiled and positioned the rose he’d bought for her in her hair and planted a kiss on her cheek “thanks Rarity you’re a joy to be friends with” he turned around and began to leave the boutique before taking a quick peek at the blushing owner.