Equustale

by neorenamon

"Welcome to The Sugarcube Corner!" called Pinkie as she opened the door to the Cake's bakery, "Come in and make yourselves at home!"

"Goodness, Pinkie," said Mrs. Cake from behind the counter, "Wherever did you find..." She paused when she saw a certain Princess coming up behind the energetic pink earth pony. "Princess Luna?!" she stammered as she knelt behind the counter.

Now that she was kneeling, she could no longer be seen from the front of the store.

"Good day, citizen," said Luna in the Royal Canterlot Voice, "We are pleased that you respect us, but we are here to conduct business with you!" The voice loud enough to blow Pinkie's mane ahead in the force of the sound.

Pinkie kept bouncing in spite of the Voice as she said, "And we've got special company from another dimension!"

Mrs. Cake raised her head to see two humans and a monster walk in behind Luna. They could see Mr. Cake look over the window between the front area and the kitchen were he was apparently baking something (judging by the smell that wafted in from the oven).

"Goodness, your grace!" he said as he knelt where none could see, "How can we help you today?"

"We require some of your baked goods for our new acquaintances from another reality!" she proclaimed.

"Why is she talking so loud all of the sudden?" asked Chara.

'She must be... old school... from when before they had megaphones,' mused Frisk.

"Asgore can be like that as well when making public addresses," added Asriel, "Toriel... was never really big on speaking to the monsters publicly like that."

"Come over here and select whatever you want," said Mrs. Cake, "I'm sure we can..." Her voice seemed to falter as she looked for words.

"It's alright," said Pinkie quietly into her ear, "I'm sure my savings will cover this. Just think how many more customers we're going to get now that Princess Luna has graced us with her business."

"I... guess so... but you shouldn't have to..."

"I promised I wouldn't charge them, so I have to."

"Alright," she replied as she nodded her head.

"So come up and order what you wish, Princess," said Pinkie to Luna as she turned about.

Luna came up to examine what was behind the glass counter and what was on the shelves behind. "Surely big sister is more into these sorts of things," she mused as she looked about, "She eats so much cake in her own room... I swear such sweets are going to be the end of her..." She spent a good moment thinking and looking until she finally selected a three layer cake. "We wish to have a slice of this. Why should Celestia get all the good cake?"

'Oh goodness,' thought Mrs. Cake with concern, 'That's the wedding cake for Turnip and Parsnip. It's going to take all night to bake another in time for the wedding tomorrow.'

"Does something trouble you with my selection?" asked Luna in a normal conversational tone as she looked at Mrs. Cake's face.

"Oh, she's concerned that it's not good enough for you," replied Pinkie in her place. She leaned closer and whispered, "Between the three of us, I'm sure the replacement cake will even be better."

Mrs. Cake nodded nervously. She looked back to the kitchen as she said, "Why don't you bring out some plates, forks and a serving knife so we can cut the cake?"

Mr. Cake nodded back as he ducked his head into the kitchen.

Frisk, Asriel and Chara came up next. With one hand on each of Frisk's shoulders, she could now use both hands to lean against the glass countertop.

"Are those donuts?" asked Asriel as he pointed with his free hand.

"Yessiree!" replied Pinkie.

"They aren't made with spiders, are they?"

"Of course not, silly!" she giggled. The ponies sighed their relief. "The only day I add spiders is for the super duper very special donuts I make for Nightmare Night!" The local ponies suddenly stared at her wide eyed.

"No wonder those Nightmare Night donuts taste so different," muttered Applejack under her breath.

Twilight blinked because she hadn't been in Ponyville long enough for her first Nightmare Night. It wasn't as much of a big deal in Canterlot as it was in the smaller towns like Ponyville. They just had private parties instead of passing out treats, and none actually bothered to leave an offering to a statue of Nightmare Moon.

"Now darlings," cooed Rarity as she walked in, "After brunch, we'll go over to the Carousel Boutique to make our guests... more presentable. These... rags... they wear. They surely won't do at all."

"We shall allow this!" proclaimed Luna in the Royal Voice.

"Do you have Butterscotch-Cinnamon Pie?" asked Chara.

"Well we do have butterscotch and cinnamon," replied Mrs. Cake, "But... I've never heard of having both in one pie before."

"It's alright," said Asriel, "It's one of my mom's... specialties."

"Like her snail pie," added Chara.

"She makes pies... with snails?" asked Mrs. Cake awkwardly.

Most of the ponies around them looked a bit green from the thought of snails backed into a pie.

"It's... an acquired taste..." muttered Asriel.

'Ugh,' thought Frisk, 'All this talk about snail pies and spider donuts... They must think we're a bunch of weirdoes now.'

'That ship sailed hours ago,' mused Chara.

'Well donuts without spiders sounds interesting,' repied Asriel as he looked down, 'They're so... colorful.'

'Everything in here is colorful.'

Asriel waved over Mrs. Cake and pointed out a half a dozen of the more colorful donuts.

'Don't be piggish,' scolded Frisk.

'What?' he replied, 'I'm a growing boy monster.'

Chara just smiled as she pointed at the cake that was being sliced up. 'What?' she thought, 'It's already be cut up to be served. I might as well enjoy a slice myself. It does look... sinfully delicious.'

* Frisk feels Chara's food sins crawling down her back.

Frisk wasn't phased by the strange signs anymore. She backed away from the counter.

"Is something wrong?" asked Asriel.

'Look at all the ponies here,' she replied, 'They're going to clean out everything the Cakes have made. What will they serve to the customers for the rest of the day?.. I can't do that to them...'

"Is something the matter?" asked Mrs. Cake as she looked at Frisk.

"Uh," said Asriel quickly, "She's not hungry yet."

"Well we'll gladly box something up for them to go," she replied cheerfully.

'You don't want to insult her by spurning her hospitality,' added Asriel, so Frisk stepped back up to the counter.

She looked about until she saw two bagels and selected them. It seemed that bagels we'ren't moving as fast as other baked goods were.

"Well I'll box those up for you in just a moment!" replied Mrs. Cake.

As their orders were being prepared, Frisk noticed how pampered Luna was being treated. She had the best table in the house, and one of the guards was using his magic to float the fork to her mouth and back to the cake. The Princess was exerting no effort on her part at all. 'It must be nice to be served hand and foot... or hoof and hoof as the case may be.'

'Well she's royalty,' replied Chara, 'The people expect that they're going to be treated much better than them. If they got the same treatment as everyone else, the people would stop thinking about them as being special at all, and that could risk their rule. It also adds to the notion that they're isolated from the common people and their concerns.'

'Let them eat cake!' thought Frisk in her impersonation of Marie Antoinette. Even if she really knew what she sounded like.

'What's wrong with that?'

'It's... a history joke...' she mentally sighed.

The three of them moved to a table to eat. Oddly, there were no chairs anywhere. The ponies just sat on the floor. Soon their orders were delivered on two plates and one cardboard box. Asriel and Chara began eating ravenously while Frisk looked down on her 'to go' box.

"This... is almost as good as Goat-Mom's cooking!" said Chara as she ate the super frosted cake.

"Almost," replied Asriel between donuts.

Frisk quietly put the box in the backpack where Flowey used to sit. Asriel was still carrying it over his shoulder so he didn't have to use his hands. She looked to the line of ponies, and how quickly every baked good in the shops seemed to vanish onto their plates and into their mouths. Between Luna and her procession alone, there was a good thirty ponies. Twenty of them alone were her guards and escorts. The others appeared to be there to study the newly 'discovered' humans. She wondered what sort of notes were being taken about them.

'It's a bakery,' said Asriel, 'Don't feel too bad because they'll bake more goods tomorrow. It's just for... one day.'

Pinkie Pie walked by and whispered, "Yeah. I wouldn't do this to the Cakes if I thought the hardship was unbearable. They're... practically my family away from home now."

* Frisk feels somewhat better.

She slipped a small plate from her mane with a chocolate cream filled eclair on it, and added, "Go on. I won't say anything to anyone else about it." Then she slipped a fork next to it.

Reaching out to touch Pinkie's nose, Frisk sent, 'Thank you so much for being so kind and understanding.'

"Okie doki loki," she replied as she bounced away.

'She has... so many thoughts... so many senses... I wonder how it doesn't drive her mad.'

'Aren't we all just crazy to one degree or another?' replied Chara.

'No,' replied Asriel.

'This from the guy who wanted to kill Frisk just so everything would RESET? So no one would leave and you would be left behind? All alone?'

'That's not the... okay, I guess I was acting a little crazy... back then.'

'That's all in the past too,' replied Frisk as she slowly began eating her eclair, 'We only need to look ahead and see what better things lie in store.' She was trying not to be noticed eating it. She looked back at the counter and noticed that no matter how concerned Mrs. Cake looked, she was doing her best to hide it under a fake smile.

"Well darlings," cooed Rarity, "I guess it's time to get some better clothes for our guests." She stood and walked towards the door. Then she paused as she looked back and added, "Most of you will need to wait outside. There's only really room for a dozen of you on the showroom floor. You understand, don't you?"

Luna nodded even though her Royal Guards didn't seem too happy about the matter. They were there to protect Luna from all threats and they didn't like being further away from her than they absolutely had to. The group stood (except Frisk, Asriel and Chara who never sat on the floor in the first place) leaving their dishes to be bused by Mr. Cake.

The group walked down the street towards Rarity's shop with the white unicorn mare in the lead. From ahead, a gray pegasus mare with one eye out of alignment with the other was coming towards them.

"Derpy darling," cooed Rarity, "Is my special order ready for delivery yet?"

"Sorry Miss Rarity," she replied, "You package isn't scheduled to arrive until about noon tomorrow."

"But... you will bring it as soon as you can, right?"

"Of course," she answered, "That's what a mailmare does! Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds!"

"You have no idea how important this delivery is to me," she cooed as she stepped up and kissed Derpy on the cheek.

"Aw gosh, Miss Rarity," she replied with a blush, "I'm jus doin my job..."

* Rarity uses FLIRT to get what she wants.

"Do you mind?" muttered Asrial under his breath as he looked up.

"What's wrong with a good FLIRT?" asked Chara as she leaned closer to his ear.

"She probably does that a lot... like you have since you've regained your body."

She reached out to stroke his furry ear, making him blush as she said, "Jealous she doesn't FLIRT with you?"

'Cut it out, you two,' interrupted Frisk, 'They're starting to stare at us again.'

'Let them stare all they want. I don't even care what they think of us.'

Frisk sighed.

"Well here we are, darlings!" called Rarity as she stopped before her shop.

'It does kinda look like a carousel,' mused Frisk as she looked at the building's design.

Chara grinned as she thought, 'Aren't you supposed to ride the ponies, going up and down, up...'

'I don't think that's how it works here!' she groaned back in her mind.

'I joke!' she replied defensively, 'I'm... sure... it's not like... that either.'

"Hello, Miss Rarity!" called Spike as he stepped out from behind an oddly dragon-shaped pot by the door, "How's it going?"

'That must be the baby dragon that has the crush on Miss Rarity,' mused Frisk as she looked at the purple scales and the green spines on the back of his head and neck.

"Spike?" asked Twilight, "What are you doing here?"

"Miss Rarity promised to make me the best Nightmare Night costume ever."

"That's still more than a month away."

"It's never to soon to look your best," replied Rarity, but turned to Spike as she added, "But not today. I have... some  very special customers." She glanced at the two humans and a monster. "I promise we'll get started in the next day or three." She leaned closer and whispered, "But you can hang around if you don't mind helping out."

"Of course," he replied as little hearts popped out of his eyes.

'FLIRT,' thought Asriel.

Luna, the Mane Six and a couple of Royal Guards made their way into the shop's showroom. They looked about at the several pony fashions on display.

'Do you think she can make clothes for us?' asked Frisk.

"Frisk... she'd like to know if you can make clothes for us?" asked Asriel aloud.

"Of course darlings," she replied, "You can design clothes for anypony... or being... as long as you have the right measurements. The rest is just creative sewing." Glancing at Frisk, she added, "Well you might as well go first, my dear." She pointed at a door to the back and said, "The measuring room is back here." Asriel let go of Frisk, but Chara held on and followed behind.

Ponies looked on in curiosity as Rarity blinked.

"She's a bit shy and doesn't like to be left alone from people... she knows very well," said Chara.

"Very well," she replied, "Come along."

The three of them vanished behind the swinging door.

"She's going to have to take off those rags to measure properly," she sniffed as she began pulling out her tape measure.

'Chara!' thought Frisk as her hands began removing her clothes.

"She said it had to be done," she purred as she kept stripping Frisk.

* Chara enjoys stripping Frisk.

"I do at that," she replied as Frisk blushed.

"Well let's start," said Rarity as the tape measure floated over.

Then Chara began stripping as well even as she managed to keep touching Frisk.

"Darling? It's not your turn yet."

"Humans are odd..." said Chara, "We're all more comfortable if we're all dressed... or all naked."

"I... guess I can understand... that."

Frisk became nervous as Rarity eyed pretty much every square inch of her body.

"Something wrong?"

"Well," she replied as she placed a hoof on one of Frisk's breasts, "I can't understand why these teats of yours are so high on your chests. You'd practically have to lay on your back or crawl on all fours just to let the foals get to them."

Frisk blushed even hotter.

"Yep," said Chara, "Humans are made strange like that. I think they're placed so high so that..." She paused to reach around Frisk's chest and grab her tits with both hands, "We can do this more easily."

Steam shot from Frisk's ears as her cheeks turned beet red.

"Well... I guess that makes... some kind of sense."

Chara began molesting and fondling Frisk's breasts right in front of Rarity.

'STAHP THAT!' thought Frisk hotly.

'Make me,' she replied.

'GAH!!'

"Well you'll have to move those... hooves... when it's time to measure her chest."

"Oh," replied Chara, "There are called 'hands'."

"How interesting," she replied, "Overly complicated and too delicate looking. My magic is probably just as useful."

"Nah, how can doing this be fun if you're just using a spell," she mused as she kept groping Frisk.

"Well, we ponies use our tongues for such things... not our hooves."

"Oh, we use them as well," she purred as she paused to nibble at Frisk's neck. Frisk blushed so hot, she looked like she might faint dead away at any second. Her knees wobbled so much that only Chara was keeping her from collapsing onto the floor.

Rarity began taking all the measurements of Frisk's legs and feet. "I think I can do something with this," she muttered as she measured, "Some modified pants or perhaps a waist-strap skirt will do nicely." She looked up at Frisk's pants and asked, "Is she tired? Feel free to use the bench behind you. I'm almost done measuring this part."

"Oh," purred Chara as she paused from nibbling, "I'm sure she's good. It's just been... a long day for all of us."

"I see."

'I've created a monster,' thought Frisk as she thought at how her FLIRT actions must have affected Chara.

'I learned from the best,' replied Chara as she sat them both down on the bench seat behind them, 'They might not have chairs, but they do seem to have benches and sofas.'

"I'll need just a moment before I start measuring the upper half of her body, so just relax," cooed Rarity.

"Oh... I couldn't be more relaxed than this," purred Chara.

'Well I couldn't be more anxious!' thought Frisk.

'Don't worry. I'm only going... so far...' she replied as her hands slipped down around Frisk's waist, leaving her nipples worked up and firm in their wake.

'Thank goodness... for small favors...' thought Frisk just before she passed out against Chara. Her head rolled back against the other's shoulder.

Rarity blinked.

"Like I said," mused Chara, "She's had... a really long day."

"Well let the poor dear get some rest on one of my fainting couches in the back," replied Rarity, "I'll measure you now and finish up with Frisk later on."

"You're all heart."

Rarity used her telekinesis to open the back door to the measuring room into a side room just off the storage area. There was a rather nice couch there that looked big enough to allow Frisk to sleep on it comfortably.