Fitting Room

“Twilight!” Rarity beamed as she opened the door. “So glad you could make it!” She had her glasses on, meaning she'd been working. “I'd almost thought you were indisposed.”

“Nope! Not at all.” Twilight attempted a weak smile. “Just...had a little trouble getting out of bed this morning. You know how it goes.”

“Mmm, of course.” Rarity led Twilight into the back room of the boutique, the carefully arranged displays giving way to a controlled chaos of a seamstress' workshop. The curtains were closed, giving the room a hazy, almost shadowed feel. “Didn't want to pry yourself away from a pleasant dream?”

“Uh, something like that.”

“I'll have to make sure I was worth waking up for, then.” Rarity said with a sly wink. “Here, Twilight, have a seat.”

Twilight settled down on a plush chair and smoothed her grey skirt out as she sat. The skirt seemed like the best idea, attire-wise, as a pair of pants seemed a bit...constricting, given her condition. “So, Rarity, what's up?”

“I'm glad you asked!” Rarity said with no degree of embellishment. “You see, I've been brainstorming lately, trying to think of the Next Big Thing. I've got to be seen as a tastemaker, you see, not a follower. So I said to myself, Rarity, you charming, beautiful, talented thing, what can you do to stay ahead of the times? And then I remembered you saying something about time being cyclical or something.”

“Oh!” Twilight brightened. “You brought me here to discuss Eastern Philosophy? Or quantum physics? That's so exciting! I wish you'd let me know ahead of time, so I could've pulled a few relevant texts.”

“Sorry to dissapoint, darling, but that's not the level of expertise I needed. You see, I spent all this time searching for a eureka moment- and then I realized, 'that's it!' Didn't have to jump out of a bathtub, thankfully.”

“What's it?” said Twilight.

“Classicism! Or, rather, Neo Classicism. A revival, if you will. Though if we're to get technical it may be Neo Neo Classicism by this point, but I digress.” Rarity began to unbutton her blouse.

Twilight blushed. “Wait, what're you doing?”

“I'm going to model for you, darling! I've a few...prototypes, if you will, and since you're the best-read pony I know, I figured I'd get your opinion on it from a historical perspective.” Rarity shimmied out of her skirt, revealing a matched set of lacy underthings. Twilight briefly wondered if Rarity had made them herself. They certainly were flattering to Rarity's well curved (Rarity liked to use the word 'voluptuous') figure, the black lace contrasting with Rarity's carefully maintained complexion.

Rarity hung up her clothes, then picked something long and shimmery from the rack. She draped it around herself, leaving one shoulder elegantly bare. The fabric was airy, nearly-transparent, and very, very flattering to Rarity's figure. After pinning and folding the toga-dress in place, Rarity strutted over to display herself to Twilight. “What do you think?”

Twilight forced herself to look.

“Uh. Well.”

“Do be honest, dear.”

Twilight pushed her thighs together, trying to stop the biological reaction going on beneath her skirt. “It's nice, but...”

“But?”

“I...I can see your underwear.”

Rarity stared at Twilight. Then blinked.

“Of course you can!” Rarity exclaimed, “Oh, how could I be so stupid? I just had to use this fabric- it's just so...decadent, you know? I hadn't realized I was wearing dark lingere until just now! Hm.” Rarity turned to eye herself in a full-length mirror, cycling through a few scandalous poses. “Still, it might work with something a little lighter, maybe a flesh tone...but even then, it might disrupt the lines of the toga...augh! I should've known! This isn't going to work at all! All that work, wasted!”

“Oh no!” Twilight sprang to her feet. “It's not your fault, Rarity- I mean, it's not like people wore fancy underwear in ancient times-”

“That's it!” Twilight almost heard the 'ding!' as the light went on above Rarity's head. “Oh, Twilight, you're a genius!”

“I am?”

“Of course you are! It was right there in front of me this entire time!” Rarity hastily undid her toga and draped it over the back of a nearby chair.

“It was?”

“Of course! If this is going to be true neo neo classicism, and not just boring neo classicism, this will require true historical accuracy! Meaning I'll simply forgo underwear entirely!” This said, Rarity turned her back to Twilight. “Do be a dear and unfasten me, will you?”

Twilight's jaw dropped.

Something beneath Twilight's skirt did the opposite.

Just...act normal. Twilight thought. With clumsy fingers, she fumbled the clasp to Rarity's bra open, and then quickly sat back down in her chair. Twilight grabbed a nearby pillow and held it over her lap, hiding the tented fabric of her skirt.

Rarity shimmied from her panties, next. She kept her back turned as she went about her business- Twilight wasn't sure if this was better or worse. She fixed her eyes on Rarity's plush bottom, and bit her lip.

Do I like girls now? Twilight seized onto that line of thought, thankful to think about something besides Rarity's temptingly pale body. It would make sense, that the additional...anatomy would come with additional hormones, which would react accordingly. I wonder if my brain chemistry has been altered as well? I'd need to set up some sort of experiment to be sure- I wonder if I've got enough equipment in the basement to set up a brainwave monitor...

“Well, Twilight, what do you think?” Rarity's voice snapped Twilight from her thoughtful fugue.

Twilight looked up and tightened her fingers on the pillow in her lap. She had to admit, Rarity's new look was certainly more historically accurate without the modern underwear beneath. The gauzy fabric hung from Rarity's body, emphasizing her tempting curves (of which the designer had many). Just faintly, Twilight could see the little peaks of Rarity's nipples pressing against the silky gown.

“It's...uh. Revealing.”

“I know! Scandalously so, even. I suppose it's a good thing you didn't bring Spike, hm?” Rarity giggled, “He would've been drooling even before I made the changes for historical accuracy.”

“Uh. Yeah. Drooling.” Twilight forced a smile and wiped the corner of her mouth, just in case. “Will people wear those?” Twilight said, “like, in public?”

“Oh, of course! It's simple, really. All I'll have to do is give a gown like this to Sapphire Shores to wear to an awards show or somesuch. It'll cause quite a commotion on the red carpet, and soon, I'll have well-to-do patrons just clamoring for my designs. It'll be glorious! Also profitable. I just hope it'll be a warm summer.”

“Feeling just a little warm myself, actually.” Twilight said.

“Oh, good!” Rarity said, and pulled a deep violet dress from her rack. “Then you won't mind trying this on. I made a neo neo classical dress for you as a preemptive thank you- used the last set of measurements I had on file, as I doubt anything's changed since then.”

Twilight felt the blush in her cheeks drain out as she went pallid white. “You'd...be surprised.” she deadpanned.

“Oh posh, you're just the darling princess I've always known, Twilight! But if you insist, I can take some new measurements- now where did I put my tape measure...” Rarity swished around her workshop, the very model of elegance and efficiency in her flimsy gown.

With Rarity's back turned, Twilight sprang to her feet, and out the door. “MaybeSomeTimeLaterRarityIReallyNeedToGoBye!” she said at a speed that would do Pinkie Pie proud. She kept the pillow she'd grabbed in the workshop, and kept it firmly in place over her lap to conceal the embarassing bulge beneath.

“Next time, I'm bringing a purse.” Twilight huffed, and started the long (and now uncomfortable) walk back to her library.