The New Design: 1View OnlineRarity: RekindledThe New Design: 1Author's Note Rarity's POV The New Design: 1 I had had an idea, which is all of its own nothing special or unusual. The one thing to make it different, this time, is the poster that had ignited this one spark. It is a poster of a character named Rarity. The poster had been a gift and I had placed it on my wall, most dutifully; but the spark had ignited and there I am, I had to do, what I had to do. I knew better than to knock the Muse, when she found her place on my right shoulder. Design starts with a sketch, even when I have an image of what I had in mind. Several free hand sketches later, I moved on to the mannequin I had bought for this purpose, placing the different swaths of fabric over the dummy in order to see how this was to come out. Only this time, I had other materials in mind; I wanted more flexibility into this suit, aside from getting the seams out of the way. I think the material I had in mind is rubber. Once I had seen the top on the mannequin, I decided on moving ahead, thus applied the material onto from the sketch onto my one dummy. She just so happen to be endowed with a B-Cup, not exactly my size, maybe this is why I opted for the more flexible material this time. With the correctly cut out slices slipping into place, I applied the alternative seam with a small brush, little bigger than the one I would have used in order to apply nail polish in a manicure. Looking as the blue rubber slowly fusing together into a single garment, rather than the individual straps of material. Once I had pieced the top together, I continued with the skirt and the integrated panties. Strap by strap I apply the rubber, fusing them into the one single garment I had envisioned. As the rubber slowly cured, I covered the respective garments with a clear coat of glistering rubber, covering it and adding the final flare, in an effort of creativity. The gloves are tricky with all the small details, but I am determined to pull this off. There is the one final detail, before I could wear the suit, so I slowly poll it off from the mannequin, before I apply the clear rubber on the inside of the garments, only to apply the final detail, making the garment more elastic, as I had intended it to be. A few minutes after I had applied the gel on the inside and outside of the garments, I promptly slip inside the garments; the top, the skirt and the gloves, reveling in just how well they actually did fit me, even though I guess most of it is in the design and the chosen dummy I had used in order to make it an easy and streamlined production. Feeling the top slide down my body and finding their place, covering exactly as much of my chest as I had intended. Maybe I was slightly surprised by just how well it did fit me, in part due to the fact that my jigglies are slightly larger than the once of the mannequin and she has no nibbles at all. Momentarily giving my jigglies a fondling and a few squeezes, just to explore the extent of how well the top does fit me. Slowly pulling the skirt up, until I feel the internal panties cover my mound and rump firmly, to the point I imagined they were slipping inside, just enough, even if I knew they were never designed to, thus could not. Just as I had designed it, the skirt reaches down to my knees, just tight enough. I lift the skirt up, slowly probing the mound and rump, feeling both the orchid and the crack quite clearly, almost as if my flesh had been bare, which I could clearly see and feel it is not. At this point, I pick up my newly finished gloves, just in order to try them out for myself, on my very own hands. I must know how they feel to wear, before I could prompt any others, or even my friends to try them on. With that, I had to get every last detail just right. There was no change at first, nothing beyond my silly imagination, or what I could have explained away to myself as being silly imagination, at least. Only then, I started to notice a few small changes. The fact that my jigglies does fit the exact B-Cup top was merely explained away, although I should have noticed the change. Maybe the first actual change I did not explain as imagination, my eye-shadows changed from a light turquoise to a blue matching the metallic electric blue rubber I had made the suit out of in the first place. My eyelashes curling up, turning a glistering black. Looking at the poster, only to realise, this is what my changes were leading to. As I pulled my gloves off, I noticed how my fingernails had changed into diminutive hooves. Looking down, I noticed how my posture had changed, while my feet changed into what would make me into an Anthro Pony, just like the Rarity on the poster. What shocked me the deepest, is the white horn that I had sprouted in my forehead, while my fair complexion to white had never really bothered me. Apparently I had sprouted a tail and my ears had moved up to the top of my head, just as they changed into equineears, befitting the Anthro Pony I had turned into. With the newly developed hooves, I felt an urge to create the one and final part of the suit, a pair of boots going with the rest of the ensemble. For myself, I chose the same blue as I had used for the previous pats of the suit. I am still the same Rarity, besides, I would not have chosen any other colour even before I changed.
Generosity Fulfilled: 2View OnlineRarity: RekindledGenerosity Fulfilled: 2Author's Note Rarity's POV Generosity Fulfilled: 2 True to my element, I had to make a suit for each of my friends as well. Right now, it would be a greater burden, not to make and give them these suits, than not to. It never occurred to me that I had a choice. Once I had created the final suit, I slipped my gloves back on, once more completing the ensemble. Then something hit me, so I lift my skirt up, only to find the mark on my flank, just where I knew it should be. As Rarity, the three Diamonds, or gems is part of what you recognise on me. Just as my mane and tail match the image of the poster, my eye colour does too. I reverently picked up each suit in turn, folded it and slipped it down into my saddle bag, before I slipped it on my back. From there I am ready to walk out. Now I could greet the day and see my friends. I had to give them their suits, first thing. there can be no excuse for any delay. With that, I walked out the door and rushed off in an even trot on my way to my first friend. I had left the suit for Sweetie Belle at home, for a later date. Just as I had not brought the suit for Apple Bloom or Scootaloo. However, the deep purple suit for Twilight Sparkle with bright cerise borders is on the top, just over the Brightly pink suit for Pinkie Pie. Furthermore, I have the turquoise for Rainbow Dash, the orange for Apple Jack and the yellow for Flutter Shy. Walking the short distance from the Carousel Boutique is commonly easy, only today it is more interesting since I wear a new suit. Maybe this played into my vainer side, but why deny who I am? I like to be seen, to be noticed by any and all. I want then to look at me. As I approached her door, I knocked firmly, in my more polite manner, knowing she would recognise me instantly. She always loved to have me over, today was no different. “Just a moment, I will be right with you!” she exclaimed as she hurried to the door. I could clearly hear the distinct sounds of her bare feet as she scurried to the door in order to let me in. I couldn’t deny the hilarity of the moment, although I managed to make due with a mere short giggle. As she opened the door, I had regained full composure. “Greetings, Rarity. Welcome in!” she stated as she moved to the side in order to allow me entrance. “Hi and thanks, Twilight Sparkle!” I responded, as I followed her into the hall. “Is that your Fashion saddle bag you are carrying, today? “Certainly. I chose to see you first. You are the one to appreciate these suits the most. Even if you just happened to live closer than all our other friends too. That is just a small detail!” I put forth. “Going by your attire, I take it you want me to follow you into my bed room? What did you prepare for me, this time? A suit matching yours, by chance?” Twilight suggested. “That is correct. The privacy of your bed room is ideal for trying out a new suit, wouldn’t you say? You will see, you will see!” I proposed. “I thought as much. I know you, by now!” she pronounced as she opened the door and stepped aside in order to allow me into the room. “Yes, we certainly do know one another, which is exactly why I desire to give you a very special gift!” I pointed out as I slipped the saddle bag off of my back, slipping it off of me and down onto the bed before I withdrew the gift I had in mind for her. Slowly lining up the separate parts of her suit, the Top, the Skirt, the gloves and the Boots on her bed. Since they are new and thus never have been worn, I figured it should still be all right to place even her boots on her bed, even if they may look odd to her right now. “I like both the colour choices and the style you picked for me here. The one odd thing about the ensemble is the boots, I can’t possibly wear them. On second thought, you are wearing yours right now and look quite comfortable wearing them!” she then offered, honestly. “Thanks, I was hoping you would like it, even though I could not be entirely certain before I had seen you wearing the entire ensemble before me. I would suggest you do start with the skirt, followed by the top and gloves before you put the boots on!” I offered generously, from my personal experience. She pulled her skirt and top of, then the panties came off. I knew she had been barefoot, so no socks could come of. Once she had piled the previously used suit, she picked up the skirt as per my suggestion, holding it up and eyeing it over critically. Ske lifts her right foot, inserting it into the skirt, finding the integrated panties rather reassuring, on a second thought. Once she had slipped her foot through and placed it onto the floor, she lifts her other foot up and slip it through the garment, before pulling it all the way up. I could see the reactions on her face as she felt the panties slide and insert themselves just far enough into her rear orifices. “That was odd, but feels comforting in a disturbing way. I just can’t quite put a finger to the feeling of wearing the skirt with the cleverly integrated panties!” she merely pointed out in an absent tone of voice, but with a wide grin on her face. Now she picked up the top, critically examining it, before lifting her hands up towards the ceiling, allowing the garment slowly slide down as she had inserted her hands. A moment later her head poked out of the central opening, just as it had been intended, then the top slipped into place, with just a slight assistance on her part. “My jigglies feels exactly the way yours look, from my perspective. Perfectly rounded orbs in an A-Cup size. I just can’t feel as much as a hint of my nibbles under the material you used in the garment. Both looks and feels great, I would have to confess!” she responded as she cupped her very own jigglies and eyed mine from the feet away. I could see her lifting her hands off of her jigglies and picking up the right glove, once more eyeing it over before she slips her hand inside and pull it all the way up, finding her fingers slipping into place with the same tailored fit as the previous parts of the ensemble she is already wearing. Once she had pulled the glove on, she quickly picked the second glove, slipping her left hand inside with an identical result. “I barely feel I am actually wearing these gloves, as if they were my skin and I had been born with them?” she uttered in surprise, just as she lifted her hands up before her eyes. At this point, I noticed the change that had gotten over me at the same time, when I had put my very own suit on. Her posture changed in order to adjust for her hooves developing, while her legs took on the same equine shape as mine already adopted. “Now I understand why you made the boots the way they are and why you brought them for me!” Twilight put forth in a more thrilled voice. “Put them on, I know you will love how they feel!” I responded. “I take your word for it!” she responded, picking up the right boot and slipped her hoof into it, then continued with the left, before she stood up straight and comfortably. “Strange, I did not notice just how white you are, even if I knew your complexion had been uncommonly light before. Do you have the mark to go with it?” Twilight remarked. “You are turning a light Purple, Twilight. I guess I should have expected it. It does come with your character. I do have it, just as I know you do!” I confirmed. Now I closed my saddle bag and slipped it back on my back, leading her out of the room. “Strange, I hear a knock on the door, as if I had waited for her to come by at this time!” she responded, just as Pinkie Pie had knocked on her door.
Pinkie at the Door: 3View OnlineRarity: RekindledPinkie at the Door: 3Author's Note Pinkie Pie's POV Pinkie at the Door: 3 “Hiya, Pinkie Pie!” Twilight greeted me. “Greetings, Pinkie Pie!” Rarity filled in. “Hiya, Twilight Sparkle and Rarity!” I responded as Twilight stepped aside, thus allowing me entrance. “Surprised to see me here?” Rarity enquired in a clearly curious tone with a slight smile on her face. “Naeh, not really. Rainbow Dash will be here in a moment. Oh, but I do love your suits, Rarity!” I pronounced. “Then you will be most pleased since I have made one for you too, Pinkie Pie. If you follow me, I will hand it to you right away. I want to see your reactions on the suit!” Rarity expressed with just a hint more than common to her characteristic, making her out a bit on the overly emotional today. “You made a suit for me too? Thank you, Rarity. Now I just have to see the suit in this very instant!” I responded, starting to bounce in excitement and anticipation, then followed Twilight Sparkle further inside. “Yes, but of course. I had to make one for you as well. In fact, I made one for each of my friends. Right this way, then you can see and try it out for yourself!” she pointed out, leading me to a small, secluded room with no window, but a neatly made bed and a bed stand as the only furniture. “Thanks!” I responded as I followed her. “Your suit is in there!” she explained as she pushed the door to the side, pointing at the bed. I closed the door behind me, looking around. My eyes followed the plain walls covered in red cherry wood panels, until I notice that the door is one large full body mirror aimed into the room. Looking down, only to see the floor covered with oak wood tiles. On the opposing end of the room, I saw the bed in the corner. On the covers, the suit lies spread out for me to see it in all its glory. The pink top, skirt and gloves. There is also what I could see as a pair of strange, but highly exciting stockings, even if you may consider calling them boots, by the looks of it. I picked up the top, apparently looking like a B-Cup, from my estimate. I lift the thick garment over my head and allow it to slide down my arms, feeling it as it continues all the way down. I merely needed to pull it down over my jigglies, only to realise the fit was more exact than I had dared to expect from the early estimate. Maybe I am not the designer, and I rarely do wear a top like this either. Before I had the time to pick up the skirt, I noticed that I barely feel the top, as if I had not been wearing anything at all. As I pick up the skirt, the integrated panties are revealed, thus forcing me to step into the skirt, there is no other way of putting it on, but I don’t mind. Stepping into the skirt, pulling it up to the knee before I placed my left foot into the other opening in the integrated panties and pull the garment all the way up, stopping only after I felt the material of the thick garment swallowing my hips and a slight pressure on my mound, while it was on the verge of entering my orchid and rear orifice. It just never really did enter me, though. The design had never intended for the garment to do it in the first place, even if I never quite realised this detail. The next logical step is to pick up the gloves that lie on the right and left side of the bed. After a second look, I noticed that these gloves would reach to just above my elbows. Either Rarity had designed all the suits exactly the same, or she had known my taste in clothes. I pick up the right glove, slipping my hand inside, feeling it slide along my skin as I use the fingers of my left hand in order to pull the fabric down along my arm. Just as my estimate, the glove reaches to just two inches beyond my elbow. The thick fabric is covering my skin, leaving nothing between me and the garment. Now I pick up the left glove, slipping the hand inside, only feeling the tightness as the slippery material slide over my flesh as I pull the glove all the way. A moment after I had pulled the left glove on, I noticed that I barely feel the right glove on my hand, arm or fingers. It is almost as if I had never put it on, although I soon realised I clearly see the effects of the glove as it lends me a very complimentary look, aside from the delightful pink colour, polished to an utter gloss finish. At this point, my eyes fall upon the boots, partially due to the fact that it is the last of the suit I could find on the bed in the room she had led me into. From the experience of the suit and putting it on, I feel an urge to have the entire suit on, not just a set of garments. These stockings are the final components, they would make the garments into a suit, an ensemble, as opposed to separate garments, the way they were on my bed. I pick up the right boot or stocking, slowly slipping my foot down, feeling the inviting tightness around my foot as I push on, pulling the stocking over the knee before setting my foot down on the floor. As I set the foot down, I notice that it is bent in order to maintain a very different posture, compared with how I use to walk on two legs with human feet. Now I feel the floor under the hoof that is the edge of the boot. Slipping my left foot into the other boot, pulling it up my flesh, feeling it over my foot, calf and knee. Now I realised the pink rubber covers my entire legs, half way up my thighs, thus lending me the posture of high heels, to a point, that is. I take a tentative step, then another. After a moment I had found myself before the mirror, looking at my reflection, only to see the Pony named Pinkie Pie in her Anthro form, or rather the interpretation Rarity had made for me. Now I look just like her, just pink and with the balloons on my flanks, while she has her three diamonds on hers. Upon the revelation, this realisation forced a giggle over my lips. After a moment of consideration, I make a conscious choice to keep the suit on and leave my mundane every-day clothes by the side of the bed where I had left them before I changed into the new suit Rarity had so graciously created for me. To a point, I wanted to show off the new suit. False modesty isn’t my suit, as it were. Now I knew it beyond any doubt. While I wear the suit, I would answer only to the name; Pinkie Pie. I am the Pony known as Pinkie Pie, while I wear it. If only I had known just how true it was. She had chosen to give the suit to me and none other among her, our or my friends. She had known the secret. I had been the one who was Pinkie.