As Ye Sew, So Shall Ye Rip

As Ye Sew, So Shall Ye Rip

A Coco Pommel Vogonverse Tale

Quiet Mountain Town

Coco’s P.O.V.

The store was something I had seen when she visited Rarity in Ponyville. At least it was similar to that store. Miles had talked me into seeing the sights, and part of those sights included a visit to the historic town of Independence. He’d explained that originally it had been something of a ghost town, or was, until someone bought it in an auction. When that happened they reopened the town as a tribute to the era it came from.

The store we were in at the moment was a clothing store. The floor was rough hewn, but it had been treated, so while it looked rustic it didn’t seem to be uneasy to walk on. The clothes I was looking at were something truly interesting. I touched the fabrics. Cotton, canvas, no synthetics at all. They were well made, but none of them were actually hand stitched. It wasn’t to say that they were done in an assembly line.

No, I could see the slight imperfections from gown to gown. Little telltale signs that each had been made independently. If I were to guess they were made using an older pattern, something most likely left over some of the original inhabitants of the town. My eyes stopped on one gown specifically. It was practically darling. It was designed to be worn with a corset, I realized that the bust was designed to be modest, but with enough flair to attract, and then there was the wonderful way it simply flowed. It was an older style, something a pony could wear for Nightmare Night, or Halloween rather, but certainly not an everyday occurrence. I was certain that Rarity would want to look at it as well.

A slight image of my friend making a similar dress and waiting for her husband in it popped into my head. There was little doubt that Rarity could, and would, do such a thing. She was one for the dramatic after all. Getting into a dress like this would certainly take some time. It wouldn’t be that difficult, but it would take a good bit of time to do. Of course, it would only make it even more satisfying to take the time to take it off before being with my stallion.

A slight alteration here and there would certainly transform this dress into a wonderful wedding gown. The thought certainly made the idea of being in it, and then having it taken off all the more appealing. I could imagine Miles as he held me, his hands working with the ties in the back, trying to loosen them, attempting to get the dress the point where it would slide off of my form. Oh, I could certainly enjoy a moment like that. Doing so would be amazing in so many ways.

I would forgo wearing a bra, because honestly there would be no reason for one. Although I would certainly wear something lacey, and provocative when it came to my panties. A nice pair of white stockings, garters, a garter belt, and a pair of elbow length gloves. Rarity would certainly want to assist in the creation of it, and I wouldn’t deny that of my friend. I looked at the dress and pictured the moment it hit the floor, Miles would lift me, most likely he would find the closest flat surface available, and then he would ravish me. I could imagine the way he would feel as he entered inside of me. I almost felt myself becoming wet at the mere thought. I grinned, the decision was certainly made at this point.

The dress would need work to become what I would want it to be, but I would be leaving with it today. I gathered it up, and I looked to see the attendant watching me. It wasn’t a look of distrust, or of anger, but rather instead it seemed to be a genuine interest. The attendant walked toward me, and smiled as she neared where I was looking at the dress itself.

“Well, I must say that this is quite the interesting choice, but I’ve always said that each dress would choose its owner,” she smiled, “And I do believe that this one has chosen you.”

I nodded, “It really has,” I looked at the store, “I must say that it is refreshing to find a store that offers handmade items like this.”

The attendant smiled broadly, “Why thank you,” she said as she carried the dress to the front, “I’ve always been fairly good at this, and when I found all of the original designs that my grandmother had come up with I figured that it would be a good idea to make and sell them.”

She looked toward the store, “I know it doesn’t look it, but there really is a market for well made dresses like these. Although most of it is through the internet,” she sighed, “As for actual physical customers I maybe get two or three a week.”

I looked at her in confusion, “That’s odd, this is the kind of place that would do really well in Las Vegas,” I said, “In fact I’m sure that you would have a steady stream of customers every single day.”

The woman smiled at her, “It’s certainly a nice idea, but I do hate to leave my home here,” she said gesturing to the store, “Sure, I would love to see more of my merchandise browsed by physical customers, but I’ve come to love this town.”

I smiled, “Well, have you considered opening a secondary store?”

The woman studied her, “Actually no, I haven’t.”

I grinned, “If you decide to let me know,” I said as she brought out a tablet, and activated Julia, “Julia, would you kindly connect with the digital assistant here and send my business card?”

“Of course!” Julia said enthusiastically. A few moments later the woman looked at the card and then back at me.

“You...You’re a lead designer for the MGM Grand,” she said as she looked at her, “Oh Wow, Umm, look if you believe that my work would do well there then I believe you. I still don’t want to move, but I’ll see about putting in a second store. Would it be in the MGM as well?”

I nodded, “Oh it absolutely would be located there. I’m certain that you’ll get a great deal on the store space, and I know that several of the employees would love your dresses, not to mention the general public at large.”

I paid for the dress, thanked her for her help, and then left the shop. I stepped out into the cold air and I loved the feeling of it. I felt someone behind me, and I turned to see Miles. Of course he had been in the store along with me, but he hadn’t tried to interject himself into the conversation that I had with the store owner. He had been respectful, and from what I could see he had also looked over the woman’s clothes as well.

The two of us began to walk down the street, and I found my hand slipping into his own. The nip in the air reminded me of the winter days and nights in Manehattan. The way it felt more alive simply because everyone was in more a rush to get in out of the cold. As we walked together the two of us entered into a small grocery. I looked over the store, at how it was set up more like an indoor marketplace, and Miles looked at me.

“Coco, I hope that you don’t mind, but part of the reason we came to Independence was because I need to train. I’ve got a cabin up in the mountains, and Independance happens to be on the way,” he smiled at me, “You’re welcome to stay at my town home if you want, or if you would rather we can go up to the cabin together. It would be a nice retreat, and I can promise you that the cabin itself is pretty cozy.”

I smiled, “Miles, I’d love to see it, and I’m fine with going,” I looked at the store, “So, I’m guessing that part of the reason we’re here is because you need to stock up on your groceries at this cabin?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I do,” he looked at her and then at the store itself, “So, I thought that maybe you could help pick a few things out that you might like as well.”

I smiled, kissed him, and together they walked toward the center of the store. I had grabbed a small cart, which was cute because it was actually designed similarly to a market cart like I had seen in Ponyville when she visited. The wooden rails on the side of the cart acted to keep everything in, and their first occupant was a ten pound bag of potatoes. I looked at the potatoes themselves, and I had gone through the process of finding the best bag available.

Part of being an Earth Pony was being able to feel the connection with the ground, and more so with the plants, fruits, and vegetables that came from it. The potatoes I selected were healthy, well grown, and seemed to be large and full. That meant that they would make flavorful dishes. I then walked with him toward the flour isle. He watched me as I chose some self rising flour, then I got a few pounds of cornmeal.

As we walked I could tell that he was noticing that I was mostly choosing food that was non-perishable. The potatoes were the exception, but even they had a long shelf life. I finished up my choices with a fifteen pound bag of beans. I then looked at the cart and nodded, “I believe that should keep even after we leave.”

He nodded, “That’s actually a good idea. I have some non-perishable food there, but not much. I didn’t think to get everything that you grabbed here.”

We made their way to the front, he paid for their groceries, and then we were helped to bag them. The employees informed us both that if we wanted we could pull their vehicle up closer and pick up the order. Miles nodded, and looked at me.

“I’ll go get the truck and pull on up, do you want to go with me?”

I smiled, “No, I’ll wait here with them, and then we’ll get it loaded.”

He nodded and walked out. As he did I looked at the employees, “Thank you for offering to load all of this for us.”

One of the employees shook her head, “It’s not a problem. We get paid to do it, and besides you both bought quite a bit of food here. It would only be right for us to load it up for you.”

After a few moments I looked outside to see Miles pulling up next to the building. I led them outside, and I watched as they loaded everything into the bed of the truck itself. Once it was loaded he began driving, and I watched as they turned onto an access road. The road was only paved for a couple of miles before the truck began to drive across what could be considered an old wagon trail. The deep ruts of the road seemed to be the only real indicator that there was even a road there.

I noticed that the further up they went the less of the road she could see. Finally they reached a small area where I saw a wooden building in the distance. I began helping Miles unload the groceries, and together we carried everything toward the cabin itself. When we reached it he put what he had in his arms down, and dug out an old key from his pocket. I studied this. In Manehattan, and the other places I had been in Equestria, there were traditional locks, but it was far less common here.

We stepped inside and together we walked toward the kitchen. I noticed right away that there was a wood stove, no refrigerator, and quite a bit of cabinet space. Miles quickly began to put everything up, and then we walked out together toward the truck and we finished getting everything. When we were finished I looked at the cabin again.

It was small, cozy was accurate, but it wasn’t so small that it was uncomfortable. The entertaining room had two sitting chairs, a couch, and what looked like a door in the floor to what had to be a cellar. Off to the left was the kitchen and dining area, and the right looked like there were a couple of other rooms. I felt Miles’ hands as he hugged me, and I leaned into it. The burning of my heat had died down, but I was still feeling the desire inside of me. I turned toward him, catching him in a kiss. My hands moved down to his jeans, unbuttoning them, lowering them, and then finding my prize.

“Miles, do you want to show me the bedroom?”