The day had been an interesting experience thus far for Rainbow Dash. She woke up this morning in Hard Knock’s bed, expecting him to be still asleep and ready for more sexy shenanigans. What she’d gotten was her number one fan and him conversing animatedly with cheeks filled to the brim with buttered toast.

Both had been eager for her to join their little breakfast and none of them addressed the big elephant in the room while the burning questions kept stacking inside Rainbow’s mind like the haybacon on her plate. How long had they been talking? Did Hard Knock tell Scootaloo about their relationship? How much did he tell her? Was she okay with it? And why did she care so much about Scootaloo’s approval in the first place?

The only good thing during the whole affair was the apparent liking that Hard Knock and Scootaloo had gained for each other. She knew from her experience that old friends and new friends didn’t always mesh perfectly. For that reason alone, Rainbow Dash was glad that two of her most important ponies got along so well, although the speed in which it happened made it a bit suspicious.

Something was definitely up.

Even more suspicious than Scootaloo’s openness to Hard Knock was the way she talked and acted towards her since this morning. The filly usually worshipped the ground Rainbow Dash was walking on and nothing of the sort had happened during their breakfast.

No tricks and maneuvers to impress her, no requests for stories or demonstrations of Rainbow’s awesomeness and no ramblings from being nervous.

The new dynamic between them also differed radically from the “Mare Do Well” incident, when the filly had completely lost interest in Rainbow Dash for a short while in favor of the new caped hero in town. Where that had just hurt Rainbow’s ego, now she was more intrigued for the reason than anything else.

She had a pretty good hunch what that reason could be.

Fast forward to her release from the hospital and short-lived farewell from her coltfriend, which had been much less stirring than expected due to the nurses’ permission to visit whenever and how long she wanted. Someday and somehow, Rainbow would find a way to repay the kindness and immense patience of the saintlike hospital staff. For now, she still had plenty of sick days left before her work started again and would put each of them to good use.

Wonderful and sexy good uses.

A thought which brought her to ask Scootaloo for a favor on their way into town. “Would you mind looking after Tank a bit longer?”

The little filly turned around from a nearby shop window to look at Rainbow Dash with a big smile. “Of course not!“ Scootaloo said, happy to help her friend in need. ”The little guy is really funny and loves the little house I made for him.”

“You built my pet a whole house?” Rainbow asked incredulously.

Scootaloo’s smile lessened and made way for a small pout. “Well actually, Apple Bloom did most of the building after the spoilsport took away my hammer and blowtorch.”

The thought of having Scootaloo in reach of anything more destructive than a butter knife made Rainbow Dash shiver. The next time at her favourite nap tree, she would have a word with Applejack about the safety measures on her farm to keep the kid away from potential tools of mass destruction.

“An overreaction if you ask me, because Sweetie Belle didn’t even lose that much of her mane and she’s using way too much hairspray to be around open flames as constantly as we are.”

She treasured the little troublemaker too much to keep doing nothing.

“Tank is in good hooves with me. Go have fun spending time with your coltfriend.”

And just like that, Rainbow Dash the responsible adult poofed out of existence and morphed into Rainbow Dash the statue, frozen mid step in the middle of the road from shock.

“I will...” Rainbow said more scratchy than intended. “Thanks Scoots. I appreciate what you do for me.”

Ponies would have to know sooner or later, so might as well start with ponies closest to her. Scootaloo did a salute and was about to gallop away in search for another way to entertain herself, but stopped after a few steps and stood completely still.

“Did you forget something?” Rainbow Dash asked, watching the filly gaze at the ground.

After a deep breath, Scootaloo closed the distance between them again and looked up at the confused mare she considered family in all but blood. When motioned to lower her head down to her, Rainbow Dash did so without questioning the reason behind it.

”I love you.”

Rainbow Dash barely processed those three words entering her ear before something small and warm nuzzled her cheek and neck. The response to that feeling came like in trance, rubbing back in instinctive motion until both of them were satisfied.

“Love you too, Scoots.”

Hard Knock definitely had some questions to answer later.

She always felt Scootaloo and her had a non-verbal understanding of what they are to each other. Rainbow Dash cherished the little filly like family, even when she didn’t always show it in the most genuine way. Like herself, Scootaloo never was too emotional, and never acted mushy around ponies. Rainbow thought of her as a fellow battle sister against the rosy girlyness around them.

Only recently, and thanks to her new coltfriend, she had seen how wonderful being loved as a mare could be, although many things still disturbed and confused her greatly. Her concept of a marefriend as the lovestruck damsel and proper lady didn’t mix at all with the actual happenings in her current life.

Scootaloo understood and accepted that new side of her, but also seemed more comfortable in expressing emotion than Rainbow Dash thought.

Their farewell and her solo walk through town afterwards was a bit of a blur. The slow way of travel gave her more than enough time to think. Deep in those thoughts, Rainbow Dash didn’t notice where her hooves and subconscious had brought her until she almost ran into a very familiar door with a very familiar shop sign.

Carousel Boutique.

“No time like the present…” The little chime on the entrance rang through the empty store, making Rainbow Dash dread the possible need to actually call for the store owner. To Rainbow’s great relief, the curtain to a side room opened and revealed her fashionista friend with several utensils in her magic grasp.

“Rainbow Dash, what a surprise!” Only Rarity could make running across the room to hug someone look graceful. “You look great! Are you healed already?”

Did she look different? A glance in a nearby mirror showed nothing of note as face, hair and wings looked as messy, unkempt and ruffled as always.

Further down the line she saw her flank and frowned. The thing still looked way too big and her cutie mark seemed stretched out, but she had no real experience with being self-conscious about her body to estimate how exaggerated those feelings were in comparison to reality.

And why those feelings were there in the first place. “Yeah, just got released this morning,”

“And the first thing you do is visit me? I’m touched,” Rarity said with a smile. “Through the door no less, instead of the usual crash through the window...” Rainbow Dash could see the genuine joy melt from Rarity’s face as she deadpanned with a much more frosty tone. “What do you want?”

“Huh?”

“No offense, but you’re only this thoughtful when you want something.”

Rainbow really hated that phrase. Why shouldn’t she be offended by being called egoistic and underhoofed? Ponies thought they could say the vilest and most offensive stuff, if they say in advance that they don’t mean to. The only reason she didn’t get angry at Rarity came from the fact that she deserved this doubt in retrospect of her past behaviour.

When was actually the last time she came just to visit as a friend? Had she ever? Most of the time they spent together was when everyone else was present too.

Never just the two of them.

Rainbow vowed to change something about that. “You’re right. I need your help with something.”

She might as well start from here.

“I figured as much,” Rarity sighed overtly and relaxed her annoyed expression to a more friendly one. “You know I can’t make you an actual Wonderbolt uniform. It would cause a lot of trouble for both of us if ponies confused you for a real wonderbolt.”

Rainbow Dash winced at the word real, which Rarity caught and replied to with sympathy. “I’m gonna be honored to make you the real deal when you become a Wonderbolt, but I can make you a similar flight suit for training.”

Rarity got a mischievous twinkle in her eyes and started to snip and cut away at materials without waiting for a reply. More fabric from every corner flew onto her table as she already took measurements with tape coiling around her new customer like snakes.

“Let’s see…Maybe in red?” From an opening drawer came a little piece of paper with Rainbow’s name on it, followed by several numbers and notes. “Nothing majorly different except…” After a glance at her client’s blue butt, she crossed out a number and wrote a slightly bigger one.

Rainbow Dash ignored the implication and sat down to get her rump out of the unwanted spotlight. “I would like watching you work for a bit, if it doesn’t bother you.”

That earned Rainbow Dash a raised eyebrow. The request for watching something as mundane as tailoring was unusual for a restless mare like her, but Rarity brushed it off as her being impatient for its completion. “Of course it doesn’t, darling. Stay as long as you want, but this will take a while.”

Seldomly, Rainbow Dash had been more happy to have to wait. The more time the better at this point. After getting permission, she grabbed a cushion and watched from across the room while biting her underlip. The real reason for her stay was much less simple than impatience for a flight suit.

Although she wouldn’t say no to one.

From the blank stare you could see how far gone Rarity already was in the creative process. Rainbow know from her own experience how passion could drive you to heights so great that anything else on your mind gets muted and starts to drift into the background.

A perfect opportunity to feel out her approach for a conversation.

“I met somepony.”

“That’s nice, dear. It’s good to make new friends.” Rarity replied while guiding the needle of the sewing machine with her hooves over the red fabric

She hadn’t looked at Rainbow during her reply but Rarity had been listening. So far so good for talking about the new pony in her life. The conversation fell flat immediately afterwards, the hum of the sewing machine as the only source of sound remaining in the room while Rainbow Dash thought how to reveal the next piece of her story. Even in a favourable situation, it felt like defusing a bomb through figuring out the right words from the hundreds of possible and potentially catastrophic approaches.

“It’s a stallion and I really like him.”

The rhythmic movement of the sewing hooves became a bit more erratic. Her work usually suffered when things bothered her, although Rarity figured it couldn’t be Rainbow Dash. There was nothing in that statement to get worked up about. Despite that knowledge, Rarity’s subconscious began to stir like molasses, analyzing every word of the sentence while her brain simply wouldn’t allow to connect the dots.

Rainbow Dash plus the usual meaning of those words simply didn’t compute.

“You like him as a training partner or work colleague? Maybe a new neighbour?”

“Rarity, I have a coltfriend,” Rainbow Dash said, looking Rarity deep in the eyes to remove any doubts behind the meaning.

Nothing happened at first. No screaming, no crying or laughing, no dramatic bit about love and destiny, and no facial acknowledgement that she had even heard her besides the thousand yard stare directly into Rainbow’s soul. Rarity kept working through their impromptu staring contest, until her movements began to slow down under a sudden spray of red and the creaking stutter of the sewing machine.

“Your hoof!” Rainbow Dash screeched.

The seamstress barely took notice of the sewing machine jamming into her left foreleg and pushed a button to stop the ongoing puncturing of her white coat with no urgency or worry. Floating scissors cut the thread from the needle and allowed a good look at the bloody piece of cloth on her limb.

“Hmm…” Rarity ripped it off her leg with less flinching than Rainbow Dash did from just looking. “Excuse me for a second darling, I seem to have made quite a mess.”

Rainbow watched her limp out of the room and go upstairs, locking every other door and window in the process with a blue glow of magic. The metallic clatter of the store sign as it changed from “open” to “closed” was merely the icing on the cake, which showcased the dead end Rainbow Dash had willingly maneuvered herself in.

It didn’t take long for Rarity to come back. Most of the time had been spent on her new leg wear. Rainbow Dash didn’t know where you would even get rose-patterned bandages, but their existence made it abundantly clear that even first aid had to be fashionable in Rarity’s household.

More concerning than that though, was the bottle of wine she brought with her. Wordlessly she poured herself a half full glass and let it float between them, staring at Rainbow Dash through the red liquid.

“Are you ok?” Rainbow asked, “That looked like it really hurt.”

Rarity took a small sip from her glass. “Accidentally pricking yourself with a needle is part of the job, Rainbow. Considering my workload, It’s statistically guaranteed to happen at some point.”

The curt and frosty reply made Rainbow shiver. “So… What now?”

“Now,” Rarity downed the content of her glass and poured another one, “I give you one last chance to admit this was a tasteless joke to rile me up. Then we both laugh and move on.”

She still didn’t think Rainbow Dash was serious.

Rarity thought this was all a joke.

In her opinion, there was no other explanation than that.

“Yeah, a joke… of course...” That revelation hurt Rainbow like a punch to the gut. “What else could it be, right? I never should’ve come here just to waste your time!”

Rarity saw actual tears welling in Rainbow’s eyes and spoke barely above a whisper. “By Celestia... you’re serious.”

Even for a pegasus as fast as her, Rainbow Dash was on her hooves in the blink of an eye. There was nothing left to do here. She had done the important part of her visit by telling Rarity, but the inevitable reaction and disbelief was too much to bear. Scootaloo had obviously been the rare and pleasant exception.

Would every pony react the same way? Flabbergasted and dumbfounded at the prospect of her having a love life?

Rarity was luckily quick enough to stop Rainbow from leaving, reaching out and grabbing tight on a foreleg. Rainbow Dash jerked once to make her let go and saw her friend wince in pain.

She was holding her with the bandaged leg, softly speaking three words. “Who is he?”

“His name is Hard Knock,” she answered, seeing that Rarity would listen and sat down with her again. “You’ve met him at the hospital. He was the pony in the next bed.”

Vague images flashed before Rarity’s inner eye as she remembered. “Tell me about him. I want to know everything!”

The mulberry earthpony hadn’t made much of an impression to her due to his bandages and casts. The opposite rang true for Rainbow Dash as she started to talk in lengthy detail about the new stallion in her life from major things like his job and family, to little quirks and secondary characteristics.

“...He does that small wiggle with his muzzle when he thinks that nopony is looking and it makes him so embarrassed if you catch it...”

Her excitement about such minor stuff of a pony was cute to behold, but somewhere around the description of a scar on his ear even she felt her curiosity quenched and droned Rainbow’s rambling out to think more about their deeper implication.

Rainbow Dash sounded positively smitten.

“...He also showed me how to pop the cap off a bottle with my tongue.”

In a unique no nonsense kind of way.

“Rainbow...” Rarity said gently and put to a hoof on Rainbow’s to get her attention. “If you had doubts about coming here and telling me, why did you do it anyway?”

“Like I said, I need your help,” Rainbow Dash admitted sheepishly. “Being a marefriend is new to me and I’m clueless about a lot of things.” Rarity’s heart skipped a beat when Rainbow took a good look at some of her mannequins. “The way things are going, I actually need some advice in the clothes department.”

“Making yourself look good for a first date?” Rarity asked hopefully.

“I think we skipped that part when I sucked his cock.”

“Pardon?” During the onslaught of information, Rainbow Dash had either forgot to tell this little detail or Rarity completely missed the casual sex part. The former seemed more plausible, because she didn’t believe that the phrase “sucking cock” would have gone through her gossip filter.

“The sex afterwards was even better, although it hurt like hell during my first time.”

Rarity took a shaky sip of wine.

“By the way, is the craving for stallion juice a typical mare thing, or am I weird for really liking his taste?”

The glass got downed in one go and refilled to the brim.

“Are seven inches too much? I have nothing to compare it to, but I always feel pretty full when he’s inside me. What do you think?”

Rarity thought about the fact that Rainbow Dash had a sex life.

“How tight are you down there? I’m stretching something fierce every time.”

Then took a another swig after realizing that she herself did not.

“Do you have experience with butt stuff? I’m not sure if I would like it, but I’m open to try it with him.”

Not even a little.

“So let me summarize the situation,” Rarity put the glass and the half empty bottle away. She didn’t want to get completely wasted in her first maretalk with Rainbow. “In three days since we visited, you gave oral service to a stallion you just met, let him take your virginity after we were barely out the building, fooled around a bunch more before actually getting in a relationship with him and only then decided to do couples stuff like hugging and cuddling?”

“Don’t say the c-word so nonchalantly!”

Rarity’s eyes bulged in disbelief when she saw the rosy tint of embarrassment on Rainbow’s face. “Are you serious? That’s what bothers you? Cuddling? Not the part where I said you let yourself be deflowered by a total stranger?”

“What of it? It was awesome!” Her eyes turned to slits as she got right in Rarity’s face. “Are you jealous, because you’re still alone?”

Silence.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

Rainbow Dash was back to being really uncomfortable under the oppressive mood in the room. The scene of her triumphant unveiling had been completely different in her head than it played out in person. She imagined making Rarity scream and tirade funnily, not causing her sadness and grief after a hollow victory from getting ridiculously lucky.

The defeat in Rarity’s voice drove that point home. “It’s alright. I am a little bit jealous. This boutique can be lonely at times.”

Her own blessing had come unexpected and Rainbow Dash didn’t knew she was missing something in her life until she got it. Rarity, on the other hoof, was the hopeless romantic in search for Mr. Right for as long as Rainbow could think of.

With less than stellar results thus far for the poor mare.

“You’ll find your special somepony, Rares,” Rainbow reached out for Rarity’s good hoof and gave it a squeeze. “If a mess like me can do it, there should be no problem for the true lady in our group.”

Rarity wiped a tear away with her bandaged hoof and smiled. “Enough about grumpy old… young me. After such news, today should be all about you. How exactly can I help a good friend?”

Rainbow nodded, fully welcoming the change in topic. “I got an idea for my first sick visit, but don’t laugh if it's stupid...”

“Come on you tease, don’t keep me in suspense!”

“Promise me not to laugh!”

“Rainbow!”

“I need a sexy outfit!”

Another moment of silence followed, then Rarity understood Rainbow’s intentions and went from down in the dumps to gleefully excited in an instant. Making ponies look good was her passion and making them look alluring expanded on that in the most interesting ways. Combine that with a mare as unique as Rainbow Dash for a client, a chance beyond any realistic probability, and you have a designer's wet dream come true.

“I see…” she said, her mind already racing with ideas and concepts. “Can you tell me a bit about him?” Her eyes widened and she decided to clarify in favour of stopping another tirade about the muzzle wrinkles of Rainbow’s coltfriend. “Has he certain preferences? An unusual kink? What does he like about your body?”

The fashionista was a mare on a mission. How could she contribute to make this the steamiest and most orgasmic night of their young lives?

For that to happen Rarity needed more juicy input. “He loves my long legs,” Rainbow leaned back and stretched one hindleg in the air to take a good look at it. “Every time we had sex or…”

“Cuddled?”

“Yes that,” Rainbow blushed and pouted under Rarity’s knowing grin. “Hard Knock kept going back to them and especially on my hooves.” Rainbow shivered while rubbing the soles of her forelegs together. “He does that thing with his tongue to get me really horny before licking all over my dripping…”

Weird didn’t even begin to describe how Rarity felt hearing words like that from her friend’s mouth. Rainbow Dash sounded as brash and tomboyish as always, but the topics were so beyond anything thought possible. She was a stallion’s wildest dream; The best buddy you play sports with and have juvenile fun, until you enter the bedroom together and notice how smoking hot she was.

“...his wing treatment is also incredible when he nibbles on every inch...”

Her occasional cute moments and open-minded ways to approach sexual things without shame sweetened the deal only further.

“Legs huh?” Rarity took hold of Rainbow’s outstretched hindleg and pulled it on her lap for further inspection, brushing along the slender appendage to smoothen out her blue coat. “What do you think about lingerie and a set of stockings?”

Rainbow leaned further back and let it happen, enjoying the soft strokes along her tense muscles. “I don’t know. Am I even the type for something like that?”

Rarity stopped her brushing. “What do you mean? What type would that be?”

“You know… the pretty type…” she said in passing and winced from the force of which her hindleg hit the ground from Rarity’s lap.

“Wait here and don’t go anywhere,” Rarity ordered in a scolding tone. The stakes had been raised significantly for the fashionista. After hearing Rainbow’s doubts on her beauty, she didn’t want to help anymore.

She needed to.

And the thing to do just that already existed safely tucked away in her closet.

The large, white box she came back with was old, visible wearout and yellowing all over. Those marks of age didn’t come from carelessness though. Not a single speck of dust blemished the box, showing the constant opening and closing which had prevented even the smallest lint to settle on it. Rarity undoubtedly treasured the content of this box very much and the thought made Rainbow Dash excited for the clothes within.

The reveal itself was a sobering experience. “Socks?”

Four white silk stockings sat atop of a sheet of paper, arranged in pairs for fore- and hindlegs. Not much detailing was visible, except of a ruffled rim atop the forelegs pair. Rarity picked one and slowly brushed the fabric across her cheek before handing it over to Rainbow Dash to do the same.

On contact, her face felt suddenly like being dipped in warm chocolate, melting dreamily into the heavenly material while Rarity monologued Rainbow through the sensual experience. “I made this from the finest saddle arabian silk with a thread count rumoured to be higher than Princess Celestia’s age.”

The creation of this work of art had almost broken her bank account on material cost alone. The first showpiece of note from an up and coming businessmare, barely out of her parents home and hungry for real success. For months afterwards, she sustained herself only on the cheaply priced apples from Sweet Apple Acres and the payoff had been worth every second of that struggle. Besides the loss of a few unwanted pounds, the completion of these stockings had banished any lingering doubts about her profession once and for all.

With no weight behind her name beyond a few stage costumes and repair works on old clothes, this hoofwear symbolized her first step in the adult world as a clothes designer. Many more well-paying and much more intricate works had followed since then, but these four pieces of clothing will always have a special place in her heart.

Now she needed to convince Rainbow Dash of their worth, which could prove to be difficult from her doubtful expression. “They feel fine I guess, but aren’t simple white socks a bit dull to look at? Why not something more exciting?”

Another knowing smirk grew on Rarity’s face. “Let me take a wild guess here… You’re thinking of something like fishnet stockings and skintight black latex?”

Rainbow Dash nodded eagerly. “With a pair of cool sunglasses. That would be badass!”

“You’re not going for cool and black isn’t really your color, darling.” The gentle white hoof on her cheek caught Rainbow completely off guard. ”Less is often more in the great scheme of things. Especially, if so much is already there.”

Never in million years, Rarity could have imagined to have Rainbow Dash intently absorb every word from her mouth in a discussion about sex appeal. Giving the once believed tomcolt a lesson in fashion, was somewhere on her bucket list between marrying her dream prince and finding a fat-free ice cream that tasted halfway decent.

She could check that box after today. “Clothes either present or get presented. Ideally, you want to show off yourself and not the outfit.”

“How can simple socks do that?,” Rainbow Dash asked with a frown.

“Put them on and you will see.”

Rainbow Dash shrugged and started to get clothed with the pair for the forelegs. As usual, delicateness and patience eluded her, making her yank and stretch forcefully at the fabric to get it on quick. Luckily the materials were worth their salt, even under the danger of being ripped apart by pulling teeth. Rarity winced from the rough treatment of her products, but didn’t say anything until she went for the hindleg pair.

“Let me do it on the back. Stand up and lift your left hindleg,” she said, deciding to teach Rainbow the right approach of handling fine clothes through leading by example. “You can’t pull too hard. You have to take it slow with those materials.”

The warmth of Rarity’s cheek rode up the slender leg as her mouth dragged the fabric with it, giving Rainbow goosebumps from the shallow breathing against the blue hairs of her coat. The first stocking went up this way till right under her cutie mark, snugged on skintight around her thigh and staying there without any need for Rarity to hold it in place.

She held it anyhow for several heartbeating moments to confirm something. While this close to her coat, Rarity had smelled the fragrance of soap and the usual hint of rain associated with pegasi, but there was also something else. A faint mix of earth and fermentation hit her nostrils that couldn’t come from anything else other than the stallion she was doing this for.

They had to have been really close in the last few days to actually gain each other’s scent.

“Can you feel how the silk is almost flowing up like a river?” Her nose poked a bit in Rainbow’s thighs during adjustments.“Your coltfriend is right, you know? You have amazing legs and hooves!”

The seamstress had never noticed it before beyond the pure numbers of her measurements, but the shape and slenderness was picture perfect. She really couldn’t see a single flaw on those limbs. All she saw were wonderful creamy thighs under a healthy coat and immaculate rims on each hoof that protected her beautifully delicate soles. As cherry on top, Rainbow was toned in all the right places from training and showed how fit and healthy she was without being too masculine on her petite frame.

Although Rainbow Dash would likely prefer she used the term aerodynamic.

“Now I get what you mean!” Rainbow Dash said, enjoying the softness when she brushed her cheek with a clothed hoof. Wearing the stockings was on a whole nother level from just touching them. “Hoofjobs are gonna be amazing with these and the white color hides the cum stains!”

An eye twitch was the only sign of disapproval Rarity allowed herself while Rainbow admired her hoofwear in an all new light. Getting riled up about Rainbow’s lack of couthness would be meaningless. All the new revelations aside, her friend was still the ruffian she knew and loved.

“Are these machine washable?”

Finding a few sweeter layers towards that rough core and adding a colorful glasure wouldn’t change the nature of this particular hard candy of a mare, but she would convince Rainbow of this sexy candy wrapper to make that stallion eat her up like crazy.

“Let's put on the matching panties.”

In the same box under a layer of wax paper laid the next piece of intricate ruffle and lace lingerie like expensive jewelry on a satin pillow. Interconnected triangles of white fabric, the amount of possible concealment carefully considered by the science of seduction, and another of her finest early works without a particular client in mind by the time of its creation.

How well the ensemble would fit Rainbow Dash made it almost seem like her destiny to wear it.

Although, Rainbow Dash didn’t seem to think so. “What are the point of those? They hide the goods he wants!”

Rarity mustered the design with reverence as she answered. “Think of it as unwrapping you like a present for added tension.”

She sauntered behind Rainbow and gently put each hindleg through a hole on the lace-panty. “Yes, an uncouth stallion can see your privates easily in public.” Rarity began to pull up the panty bit by bit with her teeth, alternating between the right and left side in a deliberate slow pace. “The point is to make them aware that you know. He’s gonna see all of you when you allow it, and only then. Removing this with his teeth alone will most likely drive him crazy from desire before he indulges in your body like a delicious fruit.”

”Sounds good...” Rainbow said with wide eyes, suppressing a shiver as a another stray breath hit dangerously close to her nethers.

Rarity stopped right after the silky material went over Rainbow’s buttcheeks and just inches before snugly nestling over her most private area. “The way these panties are designed, I have to lift your tail to put them on properly. Are you alright with me touching you in such a way?”

Rainbow Dash didn’t know how to answer that. They both were mares, good friends and not romantically or physically attracted to each other.

“Just do it…”

Nonetheless or just because of that she felt a bit nervous.

Rarity had no such qualms. In her line of work, you learn to stop being squeamish about touching your customers. Her gentle blue glow enveloped the base of the rainbowed tail and caused a small gasp from the prickly pressure around the fleshy part, lifting it slowly while the bushy mess got threaded through the window in the fabric. Soft white hooves kept pulling and straightening on her backside until everything fitted perfectly and tightly at all the right places.

“Hmm…”

Then suddenly, the hooves began to rotate.

“Oh...”

And squeeze.

“Uh…”

And push.

“Rarity… what the...” Rainbow protested weakly, unable to gain her friends attention while she kneaded the ample buns under her hooves due to a startling revelation:

Rainbow Dash had the perfect ass.

“Stop… it…”

Simply perfect.

Where her legs had been impressive, Rainbow’s butt was simply without peer in firmness, shape and every possible criteria she could think of. The extra weight her posterior had gained in the hospital represented the last piece in putting it way above any other customer before her; Models, nobles and celebrities of any profession included. Hundreds of hours of aerobic and starvation diets had been necessary for Rarity to come even close to that level of perfection.

Close, but sadly not equal.

She wouldn’t waste the opportunity to form this into a masterpiece. “Something is still missing.” Rarity gave the left cheek a hearty slap and actually saw the thing vibrate. “Maybe just a teensy bit more clothing to bring it all together.”

“Are we ignoring that you just fondled my ass?” Rainbow said sourly, rubbing the sore spot with a pout as Rarity went wordlessly to one of her wardrobes in the shop and levitated a key from on top into the keyhole to unlock it.

“I made this one for you.”

Before Rainbow Dash could ask, a piece of cloth had already landed on her lap from the open closet. “I patched these up for an occasion that sadly hasn’t happened so far; A slumber party with all six of us.”

Rainbow had heard all about the one and only time Rarity was part of a slumber party and it hadn’t sounded like as fun as she tried to make it appear now.

“Don’t look so surprised. Starting problems aside, the get-together with Twilight and Applejack has been delightful, so I decided to make some evening gowns for all of us.”

Rainbow looked at the remaining outfits in the closet, getting stuck on a skimpy black thong and corset who dangled from a yellow coat hanger with three butterflies. “Why is the outfit for Fluttershy more lewd than mine?!”

“The mare likes to talk about interesting things on our weekly spa sessions...”

“Huh, go figure...” Rainbow Dash didn’t pursue this topic further out of interest in her own clothing; A white see-through negligee with spaghetti straps. She turned it around in her hooves and saw two embroideries of her cutie mark on the back that hid slits for the wings, smiling widely at Rarity’s foresight in integrating it so stylishly. There was still some doubt about wearing more than less, but she wanted to know how it looked on her and put it on in ten seconds flat.

It was time for the final inspection.

“Well? What's the verdict from the expert?” Rainbow asked, doing a little pose with puckered lips and batting her eyelashes in mock fashion.

“You look absolutely stunning,” Rarity replied, frowning out of her reverie after seeing how much Rainbow’s disheveled mane clashed with the outfit and quickly she brandished a large brush, ”But you should also do something with your hair.”

”Go ahead.”

“Really?!”

Rainbow sighed and turned around to grant her better access. “Rarity, I’m sitting in your boutique in lingerie and looking for advice with stallions. What does a new hairstyle matter at this point?”

“Fair point,” Rarity said, brushing away at the colorful tuft of hair.

“Just keep it simple. He’s very animate during blowjobs and likes to grab a good hoofful.”

Rarity made an amused snort.

“...Rarity?”

“Yes?”

“Do you think he will like it?”

“I think that's a given, darling. When are you wearing it?”

“Tonight.”

Author's Note

Proofread and edited by McStuffins.