Not in Her Wildest Dreams

“And by the time the old sport had collected every bit he sought to gain, well I'd say that he was quite in the soup with every citizen of Canterlot!”

A hearty chortle broke out from the well dressed guests seated at the table in the VIP section of Canterlot castle. Many citizens regarded this night, the night of the Grand Galloping Gala, to be the most extravagant night in all of Equestria. But from the way the man at the end of the table carried himself, it might as well have been Tuesday for him. Men and women from all over Canterlot speculated just what it was about Fancy Pants that made him so absolutely captivating. Be it from his well groomed azure hair, his trim and primmed mustache or his monocle that cost a princess's ransom, Mr. Pants seemed to steal the spotlight of every event he attended.

There was only one woman who knew the secrets to his charms when all the others were left in the dark. From the way his darling Fleur De Lis held onto his left arm —a subtle way of guarding her territory in the guise of showing affection— she wasn't letting that secret out anytime soon. Women would stare in envy at the slender pink haired lady for gaining the right to stand beside a man of such wealth and fame. She found it amusing to think it was their envy that kept her looking so young and graceful beyond her years.

Of the men and women laughing at the table, there was one lady whose laugh was more captivating to Fancy Pants than the others. It belonged to a woman with an enchanting purple hairstyle, a few shades darker than her choice of eyeshadow for the evening. The end of her hair had a magnificent upward curl, which hung a few inches away from her lengthy eyelashes extending over bright, mesmerizing orbs of azure. Though she was from the small town of Ponyville, the dressmaker Rarity had somehow managed to win Fancy Pants's respect in a way that no other noble could have ever dreamed of doing. Though perplexed at how she had done so, Rarity knew that the gentleman wasn't impressed by wealth or fame or material possessions.It was the fact that a woman as elegant and sophisticated as Rarity could at the same time be so down to Earth as well.

Rarity fanned herself lightly as she settled down from her laughter. “My, my, Fancy Pants. Quite a risible tale indeed.” She took a moment to sip daintily from her glass of red wine. “However, I believe I have a story that just might be able to outdo yours in its absurdity.”

The brow over his monocle rose, and an interested smirk spread across his face. “Well by all means Miss Rarity,” He replied, adjusting himself in his seat as he, Fleur, and the rest of the patricians turned toward her. “Regale us with an occurrence of what adventures a dressmaker from Ponyville finds herself in.”

Rarity opened her mouth to speak, but was caught off guard by a noise from off to the side. It sounded as if a bird was chirping just a few feet away from her. She turned to the left and saw the window a few yards away, giving a view of the castle's gardens, where a little brown bird was, indeed, fluttering about. She found it odd that she could hear it from such a distance, but she decided that it wasn't worth dwelling on and instead focused on her story.

“Well, it all started one day in the dress shop, when...” Rarity was just about to turn her head back to her audience when something caught her eye. Just at the bottom of her peripheral vision, she could see the fair white flesh of her shoulder.

An open shoulder dress? Rarity internally asked, puzzled. That's not the dress I've been designing for this year's gala at all. The one I've been making had a diamond collar around the neck. Perhaps I put on the wrong dress before I left?

Rarity's gaze moved downward, and she saw that her entire arm was exposed as well. Not only her arm, but even her chest. Not just the top of her chest, with the cleavage tastefully exposed. Her entire chest was uncovered, her small, round ornament sized breasts and small pink nipples completely visible.

What? Rarity thought in alarm. That can't be! Why am I topless? Is it just my top, or-? With an uneasy feeling building in her stomach, Rarity forced herself to lift the cloth of the table covering her thighs at the moment. Much to her disbelief, she could see the skin of her legs and the folds of her bare vulva tucked away between her delicate thighs.

A cold sense of dread spilled over the back of Rarity's neck as she processed what was beyond her comprehension. She was naked. She was at the most prestigious annual event in Canterlot, and she was stark naked; not even a pair of heels to keep her dainty feet from the cold and unsanitary floor. She could only imagine how soon it would be before one of the party attendants called her out on her disgrace and she would have to make a mad dash for the exit. Not that it would do much good, since her home was a carriage ride away in Ponyville, but she honestly didn't see any fortunate alternative from this situation.

“Rarity?” A voice called to her. She snapped her head up, her arms instinctively rushing to cover her bare chest as she fought to keep herself from screaming. With her teeth clenched and her pupils dilated, she stared forward at Fancy Pants, Fleur De Lis, and the rest of his company who looked at her with puzzled expressions.

“Well my dear, don't keep us all in suspense now!” He encouraged, a pleasant smile returning to his face. “You were saying that something started at your dress shop?”

Rarity was in disbelief. Fancy Pants and the others were waiting for her to continue her story, not making even one mention of her nudity. Could they not see it? Or perhaps they could, and they just didn't care? Was this some kind of joke that they were playing on her? Whatever the situation, Rarity went with the notion that screaming or panicking would only draw attention to her predicament and cause herself more embarrassment. She lowered her hands into her lap, but kept her elbows above her nipples (which she noticed had become peculiarly rigid, all of a sudden).

“Oh, right, the Carousel Boutique. Of course.” Rarity cleared her throat as her eyes darted about in many directions, looking everywhere except at herself. “Well, I was erm... making dresses... for a client, one day”

You're naked. A fearful thought nagged at her.

“You see, th-that's what I do, I'm you know, a dressmaker... in Ponyville.”

You're completely naked.

“So that's my livelihood, making dresses, f-for everyone... heh heh”

A dressmaker that isn't dressed for the Grand Galloping Gala, at that!

“A-a-anyway, I...” Rarity stammered, trying desperately to put it out of her mind and continue. It was a futile effort. No matter how hard she tried to avoid it, her eyes glanced downward, at her naked breasts, tummy, and crease of her womanhood. She looked back up at those staring at her, and noticed that the gentleman to Fancy's left snickered for just a second.

He can see. Rarity felt her heart race as she wondered if the others were all eying her inconspicuously. They can see your body. You need to get out.

“I... I-I think I'm going to find something to eat before I continue!” Rarity exclaimed rather loudly. “I'm finding myself quite famished all of a sudden!”

Rarity pushed back against her chair out from underneath the table, and stood up, quickly strutting from the table and away from Fancy's company. He and his wife, as well as the rest of the party all exchanged looks of confusion as a result of Rarity's sudden departure.

The dressmaker felt goosebumps crawling up her skin as she walked through the castle, with people around her on all sides. They were dressed in the most pristine regalia. The women wore extravagant dresses of many colors and shapes, some with a flowery bodice that covered their upper bodies. Some of them had golden lined trains that hid away their buttocks, no matter how petite or grand the size underneath might have been. And here she was, walking through all of them with her body on display, as if she were a cheap exhibit for their entertainment.

Feeling more than self conscious about her exposure, Rarity put her arms over her breasts, and her hands stretched down to cover her vulva. As she walked, she felt the flesh of her hindquarters rubbing together, and remembered that her bottom was exposed as well. She instinctively darted a hand back to cover the crack of her rear, only to notice that the movement now left one of her breasts exposed. She moved her other hand from her lower body up to her chest to cover both of them, until she realized her lower lips were now visible. Try as she might, Rarity unfortunately did not have enough hands to keep herself covered in all areas.

Settle down, Rarity. She commanded herself as she struggled to walk without fumbling. Whatever's going on, none of the other attendants seem to have noticed. Just compose yourself and play it casually. Pretend that there's nothing wrong.

Taking a deep breath, Rarity lifted her head high, removing her hands from her flesh. She moved one palm up to her hips, and let the other dangle a foot away from her. She imagined that she was in fact wearing the most regal dress at the gala, and none of the others could even dream to match her style and beauty.

It seemed to work. None of the others looked at her for more than a second, and continued about their business as if nothing was wrong. Rarity felt a little better that whether they could see her naked body or not, they at least weren't offended by her presence. Nonetheless, Rarity knew she couldn't remain in such a state forever. With the entrance to the gala in her sight, she decided she would make the journey back home, get dressed, insuring that she REMAINED dressed as she stepped out the door and came all the way back.

“Hey Rarity!” a cheery, high pitched voice called to her from the side. Hearing her name so suddenly made Rarity's heart want to jump out of her chest. She looked to her right to see her curly-haired friend Pinkie Pie waving at her from a table of h'orderves and drinks. She was dressed in a yellow polka dot frock with pink frills at the bottom of her dress to match her hair, something Rarity herself had played a large part in designing. While she was still frantic about the situation she was in, she allowed herself a smidgen of relief. Making sure to keep her wits about herself, she strolled over to Pinkie Pie. “Have you tried the punch yet? It's really good! Almost as good as the punch Gummy and I make at home!”

“Um, no, I haven't yet.” Rarity replied with an uneasy smile, as Pinkie took a large sip from the glass in her hand. “Pinkie, I need to ask you something. Is there anything about my appearance that seems... out of place?”

Pinkie Pie stopped drinking for a moment and focused her attention fully forward. Rarity felt a bit uneasy as Pinkie's eyes squinted. She could practically feel her pupils tracing every inch and curve of her naked body. The sensation it brought made her feel tense, and her thighs unconsciously squeezed together.

“Nope! Looks fine to me.” Pinkie said after a moment of inspecting her. Rarity felt a little bit relieved, knowing that one of her best friends had confirmed that Rarity's appearance wasn't anything out of the ordinary. That still brought up questions she didn't know the answer to, however. What was Pinkie actually seeing when she looked at her?

“Are you absolutely sure, darling? What about my dress, is there a stain on it, or a rip or tear?” Rarity stretched her arms out and turned around, turning her exposed backside toward her friend.

Looking over her shoulder, she saw that an amused smile appeared on Pinkie's face as she snorted gleefully.

“Hah! Good one Rarity!” she exclaimed. “You're not wearing any dress, you're naked!”

She said it. For the first time since she had discovered it herself someone had said it out loud. She WAS naked. If Pinkie Pie could see it, then most everyone else could see it too. With panic coursing through her heart, she wrapped one arm around her chest and slapped her other hand against her buttocks. For good measure, she even raised a leg in an awkward attempt to cover her vessel.

“Good heavens, Pinkie!” she cried, straining to keep herself balanced on one leg. “How long have I been like this!?”

“Since we left Ponyville, silly! You mean you didn't do that on purpose?”

“No! I don't understand how I could have forgotten to put on clothes before leaving my house!”

“Oh. I dunno, I just thought you and Applejack decided not to bother with dresses this year.”

“What are you even talking about, Pinkie? Why on Earth would I ever—wait, what did you say about Applejack?”

“Somebody calling for me?” Rarity heard a low, female voice with a country twang from behind her. She turned back toward Pinkie Pie and noticed that the farmer of Ponyville, Applejack, had joined them. Her eyes widened in shock as she took in the sight of her.

Biting a cube of cheese from a toothpick, Applejack stood next to Pinkie Pie, dressed only in her brown stetson hat, and dark brown boots. Everything else between her hair and her heels was stark naked. Rarity was fascinated by the slight difference in coloration of Applejack's skin above her knees and past her elbows. It was something she had likely obtained from spending her days working on the farm; the rays of Celestia's sun kissing her flesh not covered by the clothing she wore and leaving their mark on her. Spread throughout the top of Applejack's breasts, just a smidgen larger than her own, Rarity could see a mess of light brown freckles.

Looking down past Applejack's nipples, she took in an eyeful of her stomach. She was impressed to see just a hint of her abdominal muscles, something Rarity wasn't used to associating with women. Applejack’s strength was what made her so different from other women Rarity knew. It was something she admired, though she never voiced it out loud. Applejack's body, her visible abs and toned hips, reflected the strength it took for her to keep her farm running. Those legs of hers spent all day bucking trees, forcing them to relent those succulent juicy orbs of fruit that kept her family thriving. From the looks of things, such a busy lifestyle left little time for her to tend to miniscule details, as Rarity could see from the bright, blonde patch of hair protruding above her nether region.

“Uh, Rarity? You alright?” Applejack asked, in a puzzled tone.

The naked dressmaker hadn't realized it until she was spoken to, but she had been standing before them silently, her mouth hanging open as she stared at Applejack's naked body. A pestering tickle had also built up between her legs, as she felt an accompanying wetness form from her now noticeably open vulva.

“I—yes, I'm fine!” Rarity replied, lifting the back of her hand to her mouth to insure that she wasn't drooling. It was enough that one set of lips were already moist at the moment.“I'm just a little, well, confused. You aren't wearing the dress I made for you?”

“Nah.” Applejack scraped her teeth with the toothpick in her hands, before flicking it away and into a nearby trash can. “I was kinda in a hurry ta get out the door, and I just didn't wanna bother with it. I mean, we don't normally wear clothes, so I figure it wouldn't be a big deal.”

Rarity was dumbfounded. Don't normally wear clothes? She hadn't the faintest idea what Applejack was talking about. What did she mean by that? Of course she and everyone else she had ever known wore clothes. It's not as if they were a colony of nudists or anything.

Before she could form the question in her mouth, Rarity was taken aback by a sight she had trouble processing. A blue creature of sorts, horse-like from the appearance of it, appeared near Applejack's head. It had wings just as blue as its coat jutting from its back to keep it in the air. And it also had a rainbow-colored mane, similar to that of her friend Rainbow Dash. Before she could say anything, the creature reached down with her hooves and yanked the stetson hat off of Applejack's head.

“Ha!” The horse creature laughed as Applejack threw her hand up to her head, feeling about for her missing hat. “Gotcha, Applesmack!”

“Goshdarnit Rainbow Dash, give that back!” Applejack exclaimed at her.

Rainbow Dash? Rarity contemplated. That's Rainbow Dash? That can't be Rainbow. It's just not possible.
“You want it back?” The winged-horse version of Rainbow Dash teased, flying up to one of the chandeliers and hanging the hat on the end of it. “Better learn to fly!”

Applejack grumbled disapprovingly as she watched “Rainbow Dash” fly away, laughing to herself.

“Don't worry Applejack, I got ya covered!” Pinkie Pie offered, before ripping off one of the polka dots on her dress. She put it to her mouth and blew into it, and the dot inflated as if it were a balloon. Keeping her hands near the end, the dot rose up and lifted Pinkie into the air, towards the chandelier in pursuit of Applejack's hat.

Rarity's mind was spinning with questions she couldn't possibly find the resolve to voice. Why was Pinkie Pie able to manipulate her dress into something capable of flight? Why was Rainbow Dash a flying horse? And most importantly, why was nobody concerned about Applejack’s nudity, as well as her own?

As Rarity's mind struggled to process what was happening, her ears were ravaged by a shrill clanging noise. It was loud, high pitched, and so obnoxious that she frantically threw her hands up to her ears in a vain attempt to block it out. As her teeth clenched from the pain, she noticed the appearance of the gala vanished from her sight, and gave way to a black, empty void.