Zecora narrowed her eyes, and fell completely silent for a moment. She tilted her head slightly to get a better look, causing the rings around her neck to break the silence with a jarring clink. She followed the interruption by giving her verdict on the pony-shaped object in front of her.
“I know this substance, Twilight Sparkle. This crystallised material is commonly called “marble”!”
The purple pony reeled in horror. Her dearest friend, normally a speedy Pegasus, had been turned almost entirely to this inanimate form – preserved entirely in her mid-flight posture, mouth agape as if shocked by some unexpected assailant. The only part of her which hadn’t been turned to stone was her once-proud rainbow-coloured mane and tail, which sprang directly from the stone. No-one even knew how the transformation had taken place, since it happened while the blue pony was alone in the sky, clearing some rainclouds away. Twilight was only relieved that the ailed pony had landed on a suspiciously-discarded mattress and thus been immune from injury upon hitting the ground.
“Can’t you help me out here?” pleaded the distressed Twilight. “There must be a way to bring her back. Right?”
Zecora’s attention turned to her alchemical supplies, neatly arranged on the grass in front of her. “I can probably rescue this pony-in-need, using a rather exotic kind of weed” – she paused, as if for dramatic effect – ”but it will be seven days before the stone begins to decay”.
Twilight relaxed slightly – at least Rainbow Dash’s transformation wasn’t permanent. Although she didn’t want to be without her flying coach for such a span of time, it would at least mean that she could get some chores done without the mischievous pony knocking things down and generally causing chaos. She gave Zecora a nod, prompting the striped zebra to stuff bunches of a green leaf in the statue’s gaping mouth. After a few wads, Zecora judged the amount to be correct, and turned to comfort Twilight.
“We must leave the weed in place until her state is corrected. Soon she will be back to normal, not this statue that has been erected!”
Twilight sighed. “Yeah, I guess. Thanks, Zecora.” Zecora gave Twilight one final hug and then started her walk back to her home in the Everfree forest.
Twilight stood looking sadly at her inanimate friend. It somehow didn’t seem right to leave her like this, laying on a mattress in the middle of the street, but the mass of stone was simply too heavy to move any appreciable distance, and was certainly too much to be carried all the way to Twilight’s house. She looked around for anywhere she might conceivably be able to stow the stone pony, hoping for some inspiration to strike, but none afforded itself. She sighed, slumping into a dejected pile, when a familiar voice floated to her from behind.
“Dearie me, Twilight my darling, you really must adopt correct posture! Look how your tail is at an unflattering angle, resulting in-” – the owner of the voice, a sophisticated white pony named Rarity, stood similarly horrified behind Twilight, her eyes fixated on the stony mass lying on the mattress. “Whatever happened to our beloved friend?!”
“Ohh, I don’t know, Rarity. She just fell from the sky mid-flight! And Zecora said she won’t be back to normal for days and days and I’m such a terrible friend because I can’t carry her to my house and-and-and-and-“- the purple pony’s face exploded in to a waterfall of tears. “I’m such a terrible frieeennnnddd,” she wailed, prompting Rarity to embrace her in a tight hug.
“There, there, darling,” cooed the fashionable mare. “Why don’t we take this... this simply marvellous stone statue and keep it in my house? It’s not so far that we couldn’t manage it between the two of us, using our magic, right? And it would look simply adorable as a centre feature!”
Twilight stopped her sobbing almost as quickly as she had started. “Are you sure you don’t mind? That’s a terribly generous thing to do”.
“Oh, it’s really no big deal, darling. It’ll only be for a few days, I’m sure I can spare the space! Although now I think about it, I will have to dart back there and free up an area in which to place this marvel – so perhaps you should move this simply splendid stonework while I go and do that, hm?” and with that, Rarity was gone, nothing but a cloud of dust, leaving Twilight speechless and wondering how on earth she would move the statue on her own.
Some considerable time later, Twilight pushed the now-upright stone Rainbow Dash in to place in the centre of Rarity’s house, having enlisted the help of Applejack to lug the weighty object in to place. Even with Applejack’s musclebound legs and Twilight’s strong magic, it had taken an appreciable amount of effort to transport the Rainbow Dash-shaped statue. A strangely-elated Rarity appraised their positioning.
“That sparkle! This marble is simply fantastic! And how the light reflects from it... Ooh, I bet if I polish it I’ll even be able to see my adorable mane in it! This statue... it’s beautiful!”
Twilight and Applejack backed away slightly, uneasy with this display of emotion from their vain friend. It was Applejack who broke the uneasy silence - “We’ll, uh. We’ll just be gettin’ on our way now” – before the two of them bolted, leaving a seemingly entranced Rarity to gaze lovingly upon her new statue.
Rarity had often dreamed of making beautiful dresses to fit Rainbow Dash’s sleek curves. She had dreamed many times of a fantastic headpiece or an adorable petticoat for the sassy Pegasus, but of course, Rainbow Dash was always too butch to wear such “sissy” outfits. It seemed outrageous – criminal, almost – to Rarity that anyone would waste such an adorable body wearing anything but the most fantastic, elaborate and feminine creations. She found herself salivating slightly as she gazed at the smooth, perfectly curved buttocks of her secret crush, and found herself reaching an outstretched hoof toward the glistening rump, finally able to stroke it without repercussions as she had dreamed of for so long. Standing on her hind legs, her other hoof worked its way downward toward her rapidly dampening marehood.
She caught herself with a start, exhibiting remarkable self-control as she pulled her hooves back toward herself and stood on all fours once again. “No, no” she said to herself out loud, “it would simply not do to waste another minute! I must make this monumental mare look as delightful as possible with some simply adorable taffeta!” and with some effort she pulled herself away from the stone sight and toward the sewing machine that sat on her desk. She sewed and hemmed and worked long in to the night, creating an adorable dark-red outfit, and matching bonnet. White lace ran around the edges of the fabric, and a big bow on the back completed the effect. “Dashie, darling”, she said in a singsong voice, “your beautiful outfit is ready! You will look like the prettiest little princess pony in all of Equestria!” She turned and once again laid eyes on the wonderful marble equine that took centre stage in her house.
Her heart fluttered as she used her magic to raise the newly-created dress in to the air, toward its paralyzed quarry. She had designed it with enough zips and fastenings that it could be easily attached to an immobile pony without needing to lift the hooves at all, a fact she was thankful of as she placed the outfit around the pony’s taut flank. The material fit perfectly – the seamstress mentally praising herself for her accurate judge of size – and as she secured the fastenings and tightened the big bow atop Rainbow Dash’s back, she felt a familiar dampness return to her most intimate parts. “Oh Dashie, you look... amazing.” She turned back to her workbench, raising the elaborate bonnet and floating it toward the immobile pony, placing it softly on her hard stone head, and fastening the ribbon below Rainbow’s chin.
Rarity didn’t even realise her naughty right hoof was wandering around on her belly until it touched the wet folds of her marehood, sending an electric ‘zing’ across her flank, through her mane, and in to her brain. She reluctantly peeled her hoof away once again, and returned to all fours, walking toward the immobilized monument in front of her. She could see her own reflection in the polished smoothness of the big eyes in front of her. With a smirk on her face, her horn started to glow. A telepathic spell, to communicate with the petrified pony in front of her.
“Hello Dashie. I hope you like my little surprise.”
“Rarity! Get me out of here!” Rainbow Dash, now made of polished blue marble, could only communicate via a telepathic spell cast by Rarity, now standing in front of her, who seemed to find her objections amusing.
“Darling, it is a crime against fashion for you to waste that simply gorgeous body of yours rolling in mud and doing” – she winced – “all those other disgusting things you seem to like to do. So I intervened a little, and made sure you were turned to a beautiful marble so I could make you as fantastic as I knew you could be! ”. And with that, she turned off the spell, content that her new very special somepony was lucid, and had retained her eyesight (she had called Rarity by name, after all) and most likely her other senses.
Satisfied that her plan was going smoothly, she planted an affectionate kiss on Dash’s lips. “Oh, Dashie.” She had long dreamed of this moment, and she wanted it to last, doing all the things that Rainbow Dash would never normally let her do. She kissed Dash’s cute little nose, giggling a little as she imagined the mental protesting which must be going on in her subject’s mind. She worked her way upward, planting little kisses between her big cute eyes, eventually planting loving smooches on her forehead while she buried her head in the soft rainbow mane that overhung the ponies head.
“Oh, Dashie. We are going to have so much fun together!” she cooed, wrapping her front legs around the statue’s head, relishing the contrast against the soft fur of her mane. She moved her head upward, feeling the nose she had lovingly caressed scratch her belly in an intangibly satisfying way. “Good... Good Dashie”. Almost on autopilot, she positioned herself such that her nipples were touched by the outcrop of the stone nose, scratching an erotic itch which had been building for years. Her hind legs parted almost of their own accord, fondling Dash’s forelegs, moving upward to her body, and finally finding a resting place as they curled around a cold stone neck, bringing Rarity’s almost-dripping marehood in to line with the gaping hole of Rainbow’s mouth. She freed her right hoof momentarily to hold Dash’s hair back, pinning it under the bonnet she’d made, and angling the headgear back so she could get a good view of her new toy’s face. “Oh... Oh, Dashie”... the words slipped out of her mouth as she brought the pleasure-center in between her hind legs in contact with the smooth, polished marble. The sudden cold of the material immediately sent sensations flying inside her, as her juice oozed over the stone lips and pooled inside Dash’s mouth, filling it and overflowing around her lips, dribbling down her chin. “Good Dashie”, she rubbed her slit along the stone, her juices making a faint noise to accompany her soft moans. One hoof gripped Dash’s head tightly while the other ran through the rainbow mane, relishing its softness. Her pace quickened. “Oh Dashie, darling”. She could only imagine what was going through her immobile fucktoy’s head as she mashed herself against its head; probably some protests she didn’t care for anyway. She reached across to Rainbow Dash’s back, and hitched up the adorable skirt she had put on the pony, exposing her clouds-and-thunder cutie mark, which she traced lovingly with her hoof. “Oh baby, I have been longing to touch you like this, simply for the longest time!”
Rarity was very delicately balanced – to be expected for such a delicate pony as herself – atop Rainbow Dash, and as she caressed the flank of her stone sextoy, she subconsciously sped her pace, frotting the statue’s head with an intensity rarely before seen. As her movements became more frantic, her hoof left the flank of her target and grasped for the rainbow tail, grabbing it. She took her left hoof away from the pony’s neck, allowing her full weight to rest on Dash’s tail. “Haha, how do you like that, you affront to fashion?!” she taunted. “Waste a sexy body like yours on- “– she shivered involuntarily at the sensations that were controlling her – “– on such awful outfits?!”. “Y-Y-You-“ – she stammered as she felt her orgasm build in her belly – “ – You monsteerrr!”! She gazed downward at Rainbow Dash’s glazed eyes, as her engorged cunt swallowed Dash’s cute nose whole. As she felt the orgasm begin to swell in her body, she cast the telepathy spell once again, just to listen to her fucktoy’s protests. They came in a desperate tone.
“Rarity! Please, please, I’ll do anything I swear. I’ll give up trying to join the Wonderbolts and I’ll come and work for you as a seamstress! Please, just take... just take that out of my face. And let go of my tail, it really hurts! Please, Rarity! I’ll do anything, I swear! I’ll even let you dress me up in pretty frilly dresses! I’ll work as a dressmaker’s doll for you! I’ll even parade around Ponyville showing off your pretty dresses, I promise! Just please... please let go of my tail!”
With this, Rarity exploded in an intense orgasm, cramming her horsepussy forward and engulfing all of Dash’s snout. “Good... Good girl,” she managed to pant quietly into Dash’s ear as she slumped over her head. Rainbow Dash’s protests continued, but rarity wasn’t paying them any attention as she fantasized about the future uses of her new toy. She weakly dismounted from Dash’s face, trembling slightly as she did. She lifted up her hand, and gently scooped out the green weed from Dash’s mouth, now a soggy mess clumped together with her own juices.
“I don’t think we’ll be needing this,” she said out loud, for Rainbow Dash to hear. She stashed it in a drawer and replaced it with a remarkably similar, but non-magical plant. “We are going to have so much fun together, a single week just wouldn’t be enough!”
