Not in Her Wildest Dreams

Within the expansive, flowery bedroom of Carousel Boutique, the alarm clock on the dresser to the right of the bed continued to ring. Rarity sprang up with a start from a thick layer of covers, gasping with fright. Her hand fumbled around her dresser in search of the blaring alarm clock, her sight still blocked off by the blinders with pink butterflies on the front. After a few failed attempts, she finally managed to find the proper button to turn the noisy device off. She lifted her blinders from her eyes and looked down at her body. To her relief, it was still covered by the long, thin blue and teal silk pajamas she had put on the night before.

Still seated in her bed, Rarity straightened her back and lifted her arms toward the ceiling of her bedroom. She let out a soft high pitched whine as her body worked through the stiffness built up in her sleep. Looking to the window on the left side of her bedroom, past the mannequins and the mess of yarn and fabric, she noticed that the light of the sun was only slightly visible through her blinds. As her mind adjusted to being awake, she remembered the significance of the day, and why she had woken up so much earlier than usual.

Tonight would be the second night that she attended the Grand Galloping Gala with her friends. The very same event in which she had such an awful dream about just a moment ago. Rarity winced in discomfort, remembering the sense of fear and confusion she had experienced after the disaster that last year's event had turned into. Rarity had managed to sweep the initial feelings of reservation under the rug and was surprisingly enough looking forward to giving the gala another chance. However, with the perplexing dream she had just experienced, her skepticism had returned more severely than before. Her mind began to construct excuses of why it might be best for her to stay away from Canterlot castle tonight just to play things on the safe side.

Rarity quickly remembered that it wouldn't just be herself and her friends attending, but three others that would be accompanying them; their “plus-one's” for the evening. Her precious little diamond, her darling sister, Sweetie Belle, would be joining them for the evening, as would her two best friends, Scootaloo and Apple Bloom, both of whom were invited by two of her other friends. The three girls—young ladies rather—had so been looking forward to the evening since they had been invited. If Rarity gave in to her fear and avoided the gala Sweetie Belle would not be able to attend either. Rarity's mind was quickly filled with the image of her sister's heartbroken face as she was told she would be missing her first gala, while her friends left her behind.

She shook her head in defiance, and stood up from her bed. As she bent over to touch her toes to stretch her legs, she told herself that she would just have to deal with her fear for her sister's sake. It was just a dream after all. She'd had plenty of bizarre dreams in her life, as had her friends. Why if they had canceled their plans due to the strange logic of dreams they most certainly would miss out on many opportunities life had to offer. The fatigue of her sleep gone, Rarity pushed the distressing image of her naked self at the gala to the back of her mind and continued with her morning routine.

“How do I look!?” Sweetie Belle's excited voice rang out as she burst from behind the curtain of the boutique’s dressing room.

Rarity had been busy fussing over the blue v-shaped bodice of Scootaloo's gown a moment prior. Her magical blue aura held a mess of different materials in the air around her. After adjusting the ornamental dragonfly in the child’s purple hair, she turned towards the space her sister had emerged from. What she saw made her lose her concentration. Her magical field vanished, and she let the cloth drop to the ground in a heap.

When Sweetie Belle had first stepped through the doors she had been dressed in a plain yellow top and pink skirt, something their parents had most likely picked up for sale in a town flea market. Now her little sister stood before them, adorned in a flawless white dress with a pink fringe on the edges. Around her waist was a mulberry sash and bow to match her hair, which had a beautiful ornament in the shape of a blue tulip.

Rarity was speechless for a moment as she looked upon the beautiful image of her darling Sweetie Belle. The tulip in her hair for all accounts and purposes looked to be an elegant crown, the perfect addition for her little princess. She had of course meant only the best for her sister when making her dress, but never once thought her craftsmanship would have such a marvelous effect on her. So many feelings were welling up inside of Rarity at the moment and she was struggling to find a way to put them into a coherent string of words. They all erupted from her at once in the form of a shriek of joy, her magical aura overtaking a shaken Sweetie Belle as she was hovered in the air toward Rarity.

“You look absolutely wonderful, darling!” Rarity exclaimed, holding the little girl against her white blouse and swinging her around once before setting her down. “Sweetie Belle, I am going to have to ask Princess Celestia to hire a handful of her guards to keep the young boys off of you, because they are going to be coming after you left and right!”

Sweetie Belle's eyes swung about as she struggled to find her balance again, her friends Scootaloo and Apple Bloom giggling excitedly as they looked on. The little red haired girl dressed in overalls turned toward her older sister, Applejack, engaged in a card game with Rainbow Dash who sat across the table from her. She restlessly tugged on the flannel sleeve of Applejack’s shirt with a wide grin on her face.

“Hey sis! Can I go try mine on now?” Apple Bloom asked, clutching the red and white floral dress that Rarity had made for her.

“Go on then” Applejack said, giving her little sister an encouraging tussle of her hair. Apple Bloom ran towards the curtain and vanished behind them in the blink of an eye. The farmer failed to notice Rainbow Dash, dressed in a simple white tank top and black spandex shorts, fiddling with the stack of cards off to the side while she wasn’t being watched.“Just don't get so excited that ya tear it while putting it on!”

Though Rarity and Applejack had quite an uneasy start to their friendship, being from two very different walks of life. A night spent at Twilight Sparkle's library helped the two put their differences aside and enjoy one each other's company for the evening and even since then. Even though the two continued to bump heads on occasion, Rarity had grown quite fond of Applejack for a number of qualities. Though she wasn't fond of all the dirt and sweat that came with a life on the farm, she truly admired Applejack's drive for working hard for her field, the same way she herself had so much pride in her work in dressmaking. Despite her tendency for being crass and uncouth at times, she was undoubtedly more wise and empathetic than first glance would ever let someone know. It was always Applejack that filled the role of the group's den mother, striving to keep everyone grounded if they felt the ground give way underneath them.

Applejack shook her head before turning to Rarity. “Thanks so much for doing this for us at the last minute, Rarity. I know we shoulda gotten here sooner, but the farm’s needed twice as much work with the drought and all..”

“It's no trouble at all Applejack.” Rarity replied cheerfully, looking toward her sister and admiring her in the dress she had made. “Why, sometimes I work best under pressure. The knowledge that my time is limited keeps me from fussing about over... details...” Rarity's eyes wandered over Sweetie Belle's form, as she realized that something about the appearance was off. Out of her line of vision, Rainbow Dash leaned over the table and whispered something into Applejack's ear making her laugh. Rarity's sight finally locked in on the mulberry sash and bow around her waist. As wonderful as her sister looked in that dress, something about it just didn't sit right with her now that she had settled down.

“On second thought, Sweetie Belle, I don't think I like that color on you,” she said, her magic lighting up around the cloth and yanking it from her dress.

“Told ya!” Rainbow Dash shouted triumphantly, as Applejack bellowed out a deep guffaw in response.

“Oh hush.” Rarity retorted as she stepped toward one of the drawers and levitated a wide spectrum of colorful cloths.. “It is the biggest night of the year after all. I only want everything to be absolutely perfect. Is that too much to ask? Ah, this one should do nicely.” Rarity said, putting back all the material except for one strand of cloth, a light teal color to match her sister's eyes.

“I still can’t believe this is actually happening!” Scootaloo shouted to Sweetie Belle, who smiled back at her enthusiastically.

Rarity swooned as the sentiment washed over her again. “Oh, your first Grand Galloping Gala!” she sighed admiringly, her magic looping the stretch of cloth through the air and tying it into a bow. “The excitement, the anticipation! I wouldn't miss this for all the jewels in Equestria!” A new sash was wrapped around her sister's waist and the bow was looped around the rear at the end of her back. Rarity confirmed with a nod that the change in color had most certainly been for the best.

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo turned toward one another with eager grins. The excitement of their dresses and Rarity's banter about the event was too much for the girls to keep to themselves.

“We're going to the gala! We're going to the gala! We're going to the gala!” The two cheered loudly, marching around the stage in circles.

Her hands still full of cards, Applejack rolled her eyes before turning towards the cheering girls. “Alright y'all, keep it down.” She advised, before setting her cards down onto the table. “It ain't like it's a life changing experience or no-thing...” Applejack trailed off, her gaze locked on the curtain of the changing room as her little sister pushed it aside and stepped out.

And there she stood for all of them to behold her. Little Apple Bloom, adorned in a dress of orange, her red bow still affixed to her head, along with a flower of the same color scheme. The youngest of the Apple family presented herself to her sister, her arms down in front of her and wearing the sweetest of smiles.

Apple Bloom wasn't a little girl at that moment, but a young lady. The time that passed by since she had taken her first steps, waved goodbye for her first day of school, and admired the gap left by the loss of her first tooth had all slipped through Applejack's hands in an instant. She felt her eyes sting as she pictured her sister for just a moment many years from now, in a dress of white at the end of the aisle. She would stand there with the man or woman she loved as they vowed to dedicate their life to loving her far away from Applejack’s care and supervision.

“M-m-my little sister all grown up!” Applejack bawled, tears spilling down her cheeks as she watched Apple Bloom prance triumphantly toward her friends.

Rarity scoffed proudly to herself, placing a hand over her mouth to hide her growing smile. Though Applejack had been regarded by many to be quite reserved, Rarity had many times seen cracks forming in the strong emotional wall she surrounded herself with, hiding a very soft and tender Applejack from everyone else. She was proud that the dress she had crafted for her little sister had made such an impact on the farmer.

Ha! Cries on the inside, my foot! Rarity bemused as she watched the farmer frantically try to clean up the teary mess her face had become.

The trio of young ladies continued giggling to themselves, their feet prancing up and down loudly on the dressing stage. They were so occupied with themselves, that they couldn't be bothered to notice that one of the mirrors behind them had changed form. It no longer reflected the girls themselves, but a giant yellow eye that looked about the boutique.

“This is gonna be the best night ever!” They screamed, before their attention fell onto the mirror. Noticing that it was being watched, the large pupil fell onto the three girls, and a brief staredown engaged between them.

The little girls screamed in fright, garnering the attention of the adults as they watched them run off of the stage. Sweetie Belle crashed into her sister's hips and moved behind her for protection. Rarity felt an unsettling chill run down her spine as she watched the mirror-eye shrink upwards, into the head of the man that it belonged to.

Discord, the spirit of chaos and disharmony. A tall man dressed in dark brown pristine trousers, with a matching overcoat draped around a snappy vest and tie. While his outfit may have been dapper, his wild mess of black and white hair, bushy eyebrows and goatee more reflected his unruly, chaotic nature and mannerisms. Originally the corrupt ruler of Equestria, he was encased in stone by the elements of harmony wielded by Princesses Celestia and Luna more than a millenia ago. He had escaped his stone imprisonment temporarily in the last year, and had flipped Ponyville upside down, throwing the town into disarray to the point that it was unrecognizable. Luckily Twilight Sparkle and the rest of her friends, Rarity included, had wielded the elements once again to stop his influence from spreading across the nation.

Since then, Princess Celestia herself had ordered him freed, in order to make use of his otherworldly powers. Though most of them had their initial doubts, he had for the most part stuck to his word, and pledged to no longer do evil against the citizens of Equestria.

But as Discord looked toward Apple Bloom, cowering in fear behind Applejack, Rarity's reservation towards him remained strong as ever. While she certainly didn't expect him to plot anything heinous against Equestria anytime soon, she still found the man for all accounts rather unpleasant. Arrogant, overly showy and more than self-centered, Rarity found herself on edge as she watched him slither toward Applejack. No matter how reformed he might have been, she doubted she would ever learn to appreciate him as a friend, and made sure to keep the shivering Sweetie Belle close behind her.

“I don't suppose these, erm... adorable little cutie pies have their own tickets to the Gross Gruesome Gala, do they?” he asked, leaning down toward Apple Bloom, a suspiciously unsettled smile on his face as he extended his open hand to her. Finding a bit of courage within herself, Apple Bloom lifted her hand and slapped it against his fiercely, sticking her tongue out and blowing a raspberry at him. The gesture lit a flame in Discord, prompting him to snarl viciously at her.

“Ahem,” Rarity cleared her throat to divert his attention away from the young lady who'd riled him. He turned toward Rarity with a cocked eyebrow. “To answer your rather rude question, they're going as our dates.” She answered, prompting Sweetie Belle out from hiding now that she deemed him no longer a threat. “Our plus-ones!”

Rarity's words put the excitement of the gala back into Sweetie Belle, who returned an ecstatic smile to her sister.

“We're plus-ones!” She shouted in glee, before Apple Bloom and Scootaloo raced across the room to join her in cheer. “We're plus-ones! We're plus-ones!”

Wincing in agitation, Discord conjured a pair of oversized ear plugs and stuffed them into his ears in an effort to drown out their shouting.

“Yes, yes, I believe I got that!” Discord grumbled loudly, a pair of mismatched wings appearing on his back and flapping hurriedly as he hovered over the ground. He exchanged a frustrated look between Rarity and Applejack, before a bright flash appeared from him, hurting their eyes for a moment. When they looked back, the man had vanished completely.

“Yeah!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed, slamming her handful of cards down onto the table. Applejack shot her a puzzled look, apparently forgetting that they were even playing a card game.

“That was pretty weird.” Applejack remarked. “I didn't think a guy like Discord would even be interested in the gala.”

“Well, I for one was hoping that he wouldn't be.” Rarity said in a huff. “With all the trouble that we had at last year's gala, we certainly don't need an unbalanced mess like him wandering about, waiting for him to go off like a loose cannon at the slightest thing!” Rarity saw Applejack and Rainbow Dash's eyes go wide, and the room fell silent as a result of Rarity's outburst.

“Hey y'all,” Applejack said towards the children sweetly, an attempt to break the silence. “Why don't ya go up to Rarity's room and have yourselves a little fashion show? Gotta practice how you're gonna carry yourselves at the gala tonight, ya hear?” The three girls all beamed at one another, before lifting the front of their dresses and dashing toward the stairs, in an effort to get up to the room as fast as possible. Once they were out of sight, Applejack folded her cards and sat up from the table. “Come on Rarity. Sit a spell with me.” She ushered the dressmaker to the edge of the stage, patting the space right next to her. With her opponent gone, Rainbow Dash tossed her cards into the air, and they rained over her head as she let out an aggravated snort.

Rarity rolled her eyes to the ceiling and let out an exasperated breath. Nonetheless, she stepped toward the stage and sat down half a foot away from her, crossing her legs daintily. While she had been polite and given her some space, the farmer decided that she'd rather sit closer to her, with their hips making contact. The gesture was something Rarity wasn't opposed to, and the contact made her smirk just slightly.

“Look Rarity, I'm right there with ya on Discord.” Applejack reassured her. “In fact, I think he gives most of us the heebie jeebies, 'cept Fluttershy. I don't know how she of all people likes him so much.”

It was something that none of them could fathom. When Princess Celestia had initially freed Discord, she had tasked Fluttershy with being the one to help convince him to join their side. Though he had initially been more than reluctant to cooperate, Fluttershy's kindness had worked a magic that Rarity and the others had thought impossible, and tamed the mischief maker with her friendship.

“I know he's a little creepy and off putting, I get it. But he ain't doing nothing to hurt us. If he shows up at the gala tonight, I think we oughta welcome him best we can. Everybody deserves a second chance, don't ya think?”

Despite her reservations toward him, she had twice seen Discord's heart broken when faced with the possibility of losing friendship, once with Fluttershy when he had first earned her companionship, and again after he had been tempted into a momentary relapse of wickedness by Lord Tirek. Since his mistake, the spirit of chaos had indeed given up his wicked ways in favor of living a more peaceful life in Equestria. Still, Rarity just wasn't sure how comfortable she was with the thought of him being at the gala tonight, especially with her sister attending for the first time.

Rarity felt Applejack's hand gently over her own. She had been looking at the wall as she listened to her words, but now Rarity turned to look at Applejack head-on. The farmer offered her a warm smile. It brought Rarity's attention to the field of freckles on her cheeks, peppered across her skin underneath her eyes. Rarity seldom had a chance to, but she loved looking into Applejack's bright green eyes, lush and rich as the grass on Sweet Apple Acres. With their eyes locked for a moment, Rarity felt her hesitance melt away, and she managed to smile back at her.

“Fair enough.” She replied with a touch more brightness in her tone. “I suppose his company there doesn't necessarily mean he'll make a mess of things.”

“Atta' girl.” Applejack commended her, patting her hand lightly. She lifted her arm and leaned in, and Rarity met her for a gentle hug. “Thanks for being agreeable, sugarcube.”

With her chin resting on Applejack's shoulder, Rarity took a light and subtle sniff of her blonde hair. She caught a whiff of tree bark, and crisp apples from her bright golden locks. Rarity wasn't sure how it had happened, but she had grown more than fond of the farmer over the year of knowing her. When she had dreamt about seeing her body in all of its exposed glory, it came as no surprise to her at all. Many times the farmer had slipped into Rarity's mind when she was all by herself, exploring the hidden depths of her own body while she laid in her bed. Thoughts of their clothing tossed to the floor with their bodies laid bare for one another to admire. She being held by Applejack, feeling her flesh pressed up against her own. Applejack kissing her neck, and her mouth traveling down her body. Between her chest. Past her belly button. Above the shaven flesh of her privates. Then with a look of hunger, she would extend her tongue, and tickle the soft flesh of her moist caverns.

And then I'd be your little sugarcube, and just dissolve in your mouth, darling. She thought with excitement, as she felt a tingle building up between her thighs. She wasn't sure how Applejack felt for her in turn. As of late, she had noticed that the farmer had been a touch more patient with their differences. She had also been quick to offer physical support, such as holding her hand, or reassuring hugs as she was doing at the moment. Was there some level of attraction Applejack was keeping to herself? Or was it simply wishful thinking on Rarity's part, while the farmer was just offering nothing more than the affection of a good friend?

Rarity received a pat on her back, as Applejack leaned away and the two looked at each other again. Rarity's mouth stretched to a wide grin as she tried her best to fight the urge to let her fantasy overtake her, less a wet stain begin to form in her undergarments.

“So, now that the girls got their dresses all taken care of, me and Rainbow are next huh?” Applejack asked.

“Yes!” Rarity jumped up from the platform at once, taking a breath and bringing her attention back to the moment. Standing between Applejack still on the platform, and Rainbow Dash at the table where their cards were sprawled out, she looked between the two in an effort to make her decision.

Her mind still had lingering thoughts about Applejack. She would of course need to take her measurements in order to make sure that the design she had put together would be able to fit her. Seeing Applejack in her undergarments or even less in this state wouldn't help that tickle in her loins go away by any means. Logic told her that she should pick Rainbow Dash first. While she had a nice and fit athletic body, she found it not nearly as stimulating as the farmer's. Taking Rainbow Dash's measurements and designing her dress first would be the smartest decision, in order to help her body settle down.

“Hm... let's start with your dress first, Applejack!” Rarity proclaimed excitedly.

You're hopeless. She chided herself, as Applejack sat up from the edge of the stage. Rainbow Dash let out a frustrated groan and let her head slump against the table as she was left alone to rot in her boredom.

“Hey, you can take the cards upstairs if ya want. I'll bet the crusaders would love to play with ya!” Applejack offered humorously. She received a very rude gesture of the hand from the rainbow haired athlete, who kept her face glued to the table. Chuckling to herself, Applejack lifted her hands to the buttons of her red shirt, and one by one undid them.

Professionalism, Rarity. The dressmaker reminded herself, feeling she her heart beat a tad faster as she watched the shirt open up down the middle. She could see just a hint of red cloth peeking out from her chest as she reached the last button. Professionalism.

With her shirt undone completely, Applejack pulled it apart, exposing her breasts held up by her bright, apple-colored bra. Rarity took a breath through her nose as she took in the sight of Applejack's shoulders, broad and sturdy, perfect for the heavy lifting that her farm demanded. It was everything she could do not to purr as the sensation between her thighs increased tremendously, with an added trickle against the cloth of her underwear. If they weren't wet before, they certainly were now. And Applejack had yet to even remove her pants.

Oh well, can't be helped. Rarity shrugged, as she levitated a roll of measuring tape into her hand. I was planning on showering and changing completely before we left as it was. Unrolling the tape in her hands, she stepped towards the farmer, who had just unzipped the fly of her jeans.