Chapter 3: Rarity’s All Tied Up

~Back outside Principal Celestia’s office, after the Incident~

Rarity watched as Pinkie Pie skipped down the hall with something held in her hand. She then looked at the rubbish bin to the side of her, all of the remaining science experiment spray bottles stacked in a pile on top of each other. The purple-colored perfume bottle that she had been sprayed with to turn into the spider monstrosity was on the top of the pile, just waiting to be picked up. Reaching into the bin, Rarity bit her lip as she thought of the consequences of her actions at the fair.

“I mean, it would be a shame to waste a fabulous bottle. Maybe I can dump all that nasty spider stuff and place a better fragrance in it!” Rarity reasoned with herself, taking the perfume out of the rubbish and carrying it out with her before she headed off home.

“Sweetie Belle! I’m home!” Rarity announced, opening the door to her boutique, downstairs from her home’s living area. The silence of the showroom floor seemed normal as Rarity shrugged at her sister’s non-response and picked up the mail from the ground.

“She must be out running around with her friends.” Rarity told herself, flipping through the various letters and leaflets in the stack of delivered mail. Among the various credit card and used car offers, one letter caught her eye with the address of…

“Prance Magazine?!” Rarity gasped, dropping the mail to run over to her chaise lounge, ripping open the envelope to read the letter.

“Dear Rarity,

On behalf of the recommendation of our junior associate Photo Finish and the celebrity statement of Countess Coloratura detailing your involvement in costuming for her latest music video, we would like to extend an offer to create a dazzling new line of dresses to be featured in a photo shoot cover story. Please understand that this is a great opportunity for a young up-and-coming designer as yourself. Please call us if there is anything we can do to help you meet the deadline. Sincerely,”

“Prim Hemline! Editor-in-Chief of Prance Magazine!” Rarity shouted, holding the letter to her chest as she squealed in delight at the offer. She had had some simple formal dress orders and favors for her friends, but nothing like a spread for a famous magazine! The Coloratura gig was more of a fluke since Applejack and Rara go back to early camp days, but this! This was a chance to show everyone what she could do!

Rarity quickly scanned the remaining details on the cover letter, realizing that she had the right amount of direction and freedom to create the Spring Spotlight line for the magazine. However, there was one detail that tripped up Rarity as she tightened her grip on the golden letter in her hands.

“The photo shoot is this weekend?!” Rarity shrieked, quickly throwing down the letter as she ran to her Inspiration room. Immersing herself into the creative study of her workshop, she quickly checked the inventory of her supplies.

“Okay, plenty of cloth, buttons are looking good, can’t ever have enough ribbons. Uh huh, uh huh.” Rarity counted off until she reached an empty box that was simply listed SPOOLS OF THREAD. Another shriek came from Rarity as she frantically searched the box for even the tiniest, half-full spool of thread for her sewing machine. If she could make an outfit completely out of rope and denim, then she could work under pressure with just under one spool.

However, nothing was found. No black, red or blue. The box was completely empty. Rarity’s lip quivered at the thought of not having enough materials to craft the best Spring fashion line that anyone has ever seen, but suddenly a memory hit her. There was at least one spool of thread that she stored away from her inventory.

Rushing over to her work desk, she opened a drawer containing a wooden box with a rainbow design on the lid. Opening the box, Rarity expected to see the special rainbow thread that Miss Coco had given her on her trip to the Big City. Unfortunately, that too was empty.

Rarity dropped the ornate rainbow box on the floor. Her Inspiration room span around her, turning into a nightmarish prison. The mannequins around the room started to have twisted grins on their blank, featureless faces. Rarity’s eyelids grew heavy until, with a dramatic gasp, her vision grew black as she fell gracefully onto the floor.

“Rarity! I’m home!”

Rarity’s eyes opened at the exclamation from downstairs, finding herself on the floor of the Inspiration room. Slowly standing up and brushing off her skirt, she quickly made her way back down to the showroom.

“Sweetie Belle, darling!” Rarity smiled, walking over to her sister before Rarity wrapped her arms around her. “How was your afternoon?”

“Oh, we went to see that musical movie at the cinema for the club with the Crusaders! Scootaloo didn’t like it, but I loved the songs!” Sweetie Belle replied, dropping her backpack next to where they were standing. Looking back over at her older sister, Sweetie Belle tilted her head at Rarity, a confused expression on her face. “Is something the matter Rarity? Your hair is a mess!”

“What?” Rarity scoffed, using her hand to smooth down her carefully crafted coiffure which had gotten a little out of hand during her mad search of the boutique for a spool of thread. “No… I mean, yes, sort of... Sweetie Belle?”

“Yes?” Sweetie Belle inched closer, noticing the slight twitch that was at the edge of Rarity’s eyes.

“You wouldn’t happen to know what happened to all my precious sewing thread, would you?” Rarity asked, running her hand along the table next to her, giving her best smile to her sister.

“Oh! Yeah, the Crusaders needed it for our costumes for the big Daring Do premiere that’s coming up this month! Sorry for not telling you before.” Sweetie Belle answered as Rarity’s twitch became worse.

“You used… all the thread?” Rarity asked again, trying to breathe evenly as Sweetie Belle’s expression became confused again.

“Uh, yeah?”

“Even the super special thread that I had stored away as a gift?” Rarity asked quickly, trailing off with a short chuckle.

“Oh, the rainbow colors! Yeah, that worked really well with Scootaloo’s rainbow wig!” Sweetie Belle replied innocently as Rarity’s perfectly manicured nails started to dig into the table they were standing beside.

“You did?” Rarity squeaked, choking on the words that she wishes she could say to her little sister.

“I hope you’re not mad, Rarity.” Sweetie Belle pouted sadly, looking up at Rarity with her big, sad eyes.

“Mad? Oh, I’m not mad, Sweetie Belle.” Rarity coughed, taking the opportunity to smooth out her hair again, noticing the fringes of madness returning as her eyes twitched more while smiling at her sister. “I just have a very important order but I’m sure an express delivery of supplies can solve everything.”

“Right,” Sweetie Belle leaned away, walking over to her backpack. “Well, I have some… uh… homework! Yeah, homework to do so… I’ll leave you to it!”

Before Rarity could acknowledge her sister’s quick departure, she had pulled out her cell phone and dialed the number of her supplier for all things related to designing and crafting her latest fashions.

“Pierre? Yes, it’s Rarity. Listen, darling, I have a bit of a situation here at the boutique and I need an express order of the highest quality thread you can provide me. Yes yes, you know I’m good for premium, I’m sure the card on file will take care of the price tag.” Rarity explained over the phone.

Tapping her finger on the table, Rarity listened to the other line of the call as she sighed, looking over to the stairs leading up from the boutique, Sweetie Belle sitting and listening in on her.

“A box of 100? Oh, that will be perfect! Yes, the address is the same. And the fastest shipping you have, please. Yes, yes, just charge it!”

Rarity quickly cleared her throat, noticing her rudeness.

“I’m sorry darling, it’s just this is a bit of a crisis so I may come off a bit curt. Oh, it’s on its way? Processing… got it. Well, when will it arrive?”

Rarity stared right at the stairs and spotted Sweetie Belle, who quickly gave off a little squeak before actually going up the stairs with her bag.

“Tomorrow morning? Oh, then there’s nothing to worry about! Thank you so much, Pierre, I knew I could count on you! Ta-ta!”

Hanging up the call, Rarity breathed a short sigh of relief as she ran her hand through her hair again, leaning against the table. Looking over at the chaise lounge, she had noticed that Sweetie Belle had knocked over Rarity’s book-bag in her hurry to leave the showroom floor. The perfume bottle with the poofy atomizer on the top had rolled out of the bag.

“Right, that perfume bottle!” Rarity told herself aloud, going over to pick the item off of the floor. Looking at the crystalline bottle design, her fingers danced along the atomizer, ready to give herself a quick spray. However, a thought crossed her mind, reminding her of the spider-like creature that she became, overcome with lust and desire in her madness. Her hand moved away from the poofy atomizer as she set the bottle down on the shelf next to the lounge.

“I’ll deal with those contents after the weekend. In the meantime…” Rarity walked up the stairs, her mind starting to become more focused on dinner more than anything else. “Creativity can’t thrive on an empty stomach!”

Rarity woke up the next morning, still panicking about the thread situation. As much as she tried to draw up the designs the night before for the fashion line that she needed the thread for, everything seemed off and wrong as she stressed about the lack of supplies. As she crumpled up and tossed the design papers, the floor to Rarity’s bedroom became littered with more and more rejected concepts and scribbles. Getting out of the bed, Rarity’s feet crushed the layer of paper on the floor, causing her to sigh.

“Maybe a nice bath could help calm my nerves.” Rarity told herself as she walked along the floor made of paper until her feet finally reached a carpeted island. Going into the bathroom, she ran the water into the tub as she slowly disrobed and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Pulling at her soft, porcelain skin, she could see the beginning of baggy, sleepy circles around her eyes. Turning away from the mirror, Rarity turned off the faucet for the tub and slowly stepped into the warm water. Slipping down to the side of the tub, she took a deep breath and sigh as her body became enveloped in the warm water in the bath.

Soaking in the bath for a few minutes, Rarity closed her eyes as she started to drift into some well-needed peace. Inspiration had still eluded her, but for a brief moment, she didn’t worry about the photo shoot or the fashion line or anything like that. In the quiet morning, in the closed bathroom, unable to be interrupted, Rarity sunk deep into the water as her wild and messy bed hair became wet, slipping under the surface.

Rarity pulled herself out of the bath and reached over to the bottle in a holder attached to the wall next to the bath. Squeezing a generous amount into her palms, she began to lather up her arms and hands with the soapy bubbles. Lifting up her glistening legs one at a time, she ran the suds up and down them as she gently massaged her feet. Dipping her legs back into the water, she sat up as she covered up her chest, gently rubbing against it with her soapy hands. Feeling clean enough, Rarity sunk back down in the water to wash away the soap into the bath, before coming back up fresh and clean.

Grabbing another bottle from the shelf with the silhouette of a horse on the label, Rarity poured the liquid into her hand and slowly applied the shampoo to her long, straightened hair. The shampoo sank into her hair as she slowly ran her hand down the length, being careful not to tug on the knots too tightly. Once her hair was sufficiently covered in shampoo, Rarity slipped once again down in the water, leaving her face above the surface as she washed the soap out of her luscious mane.

Rarity breathed a content sigh as she floated in the bath, letting her body soak deep into the water. Closing her eyes, she focused on the silence around her as she drifted into the peace, without any worries at all. There was nothing that could bother her.

DING-DONG

Well, almost nothing.

Rarity’s eyes shot open at the sound of the doorbell as her frantic nature flooded back, amplifying the sound in her ears. Her mind began to race as the doorbell went off again, wondering why Sweetie Belle hadn’t answered the door yet. Sitting up in the bath, the bell went off again as a heavy knock came to the door.

Jumping out of the bath still soaking wet, Rarity quickly grabbed a towel and darted out of the bathroom. Running down the stairs, Rarity called out as the doorbell rang again.

“Just a second!” Rarity quickly tied the towel around her dripping wet body, walking briskly across the showroom floor to the front door.

“Who’s at the door this early?” Sweetie Belle yawned from the top of the stairs as she noticed the barely dressed Rarity about to answer the door. Pulling the door open, Rarity smiled to greet the delivery person only to find Sunset Shimmer in the doorway instead.

“Uh, good morning?” Sunset asked, her smile fading as Rarity looked horrified at not only the lack of a package but at the prospect of having to answer the door in a towel without doing her hair. Rarity quickly slammed the door on Sunset, leaning with her back against it.

“Is this a bad time?” Sunset knocked on the door again, unaware of Rarity slipping down against it as her towel fell off of her.

“No, not really, darling!” Rarity called back, the twitch in her eye returning as she hurriedly gripped at the towel, trying to fix it back up.

“Can I come in and talk?”

“Um, no.”

“Well, okay, I was just wondering if you were okay after yesterday.” Sunset rose her eyebrow out of the door, leaning closer to talk to Rarity.

Rarity looked at her hands as she rubbed and scratched up and down her arms, experiencing the phantom feeling of spiders crawling up and down her in her monstrous form.

“I’m fine, Sunset! Thanks for checking up on me!” Rarity replied as Sweetie Belle watched her sister from the stairs.

“Oh, alright then! See you at school?” Sunset asked as she was about to leave.

“Yes, until then darling!” Rarity bit down on the finger in her mouth as the panic started to overwhelm her. Pressing her ear against the door, she heard as Sunset walked away from the front of the boutique.

“What was all that about?” Sweetie Belle asked, still kinda groggy from waking up so early.

“Sweetie Belle, darling, Mama-” Rarity paused, catching the word on her tongue. “I mean, I’m waiting for a very important package this morning. So please, be a dear and tell me when the delivery arrives?”

“Oh, sure! But I might be going with the Crusaders in the afternoon to work on our group project for class.” Sweetie Belle explained, still confused at why her sister ran down the stairs with just a towel on.

“Oh, well, I’m sure the delivery will be before then. I’ll be upstairs!” Rarity quickly went up the stairs and closed the bedroom door behind her.

“Wait! What about breakfast?” Sweetie Belle quickly asked. After not hearing a response, she sighed and walked back to her room. “Guess that means no breakfast today.”

“What do you mean there’s a delay in the shipment?” Rarity asked angrily over the phone, looking at the front door while tapping her fingers on the table she was leaning against. “You said it would be delivered this morning!”

Sweetie Belle tiptoed around the showroom as she carried her bag, going towards the door behind Rarity’s back.

“Yes but Pierre, it’s very important I get that delivery as soon as possible!” Rarity explained, turning her back to the door to the boutique. Sweetie Belle inched closer to the door handle, carefully turning it as she made her secret escape. “It’ll be here tonight? I sure hope so with the amount I paid for express delivery!”

The bell at the top of the frame rang as Sweetie Belle opened the door, causing her to freeze in her tracks. Rarity quickly turned around, hoping to see a delivery person with the parcel, only to be disappointed yet again.

“Alright, thank you for your help Pierre.” Rarity hung up the call before stomping over to Sweetie Belle, still paralyzed in the doorway. “And just where do you think you’re going?”

“Uh, I told you that the Crusaders have a project that needs to be done! They’re waiting for me!” Sweetie Belle replied, adjusting the bag on her back, the backpack full of supplies for their project.

“But the delivery isn’t here yet!” Rarity pleaded, incredibly frustrated at the fact that the package had not been delivered and was now even more late, leaving her with a shorter window to craft the fashion line in time for the photo shoot.

“You can wait here for it, no problem!” Sweetie Belle suggested, taking a step out of the doorway. “I’ll be back later tonight, okay Rarity?”

“Wait!” Rarity shouted, stepping out in front of Sweetie Belle in front of the boutique. “What if I can’t make it to the door because I’m in the bathroom or something?”

“You came downstairs this morning wearing just a towel.” Sweetie Belle reminded her, much to Rarity’s embarrassment. “I think you’ll be fine answering the door in just about anything.”

“Alright, but make sure to come back home before it gets too late. And I’ll most likely be busy in my Inspiration room, so please don’t disturb me when you come home.” Rarity sighed, stepping off to the side as Sweetie Belle walked out onto the sidewalk.

“Alright then! Bye Rarity!” Sweetie Belle waved goodbye as she walked down the street, Rarity watching as her sister turned the corner. Looking up and down the street, several people were walking around but she saw no sign of a delivery van or person or anything similar. Gritting her teeth, Rarity turned towards the door and let out a frustrated growl.

“Where is that delivery?!”

Sweetie Belle skipped back to her home as the streetlights began to turn on. Rummaging through the pockets of her bag, she groaned at the fact that she didn’t have her keys on her and the boutique had been most likely closed all day. She walked up to the door and held her finger on the doorbell, ready to press it. Unfortunately, nothing could have prepared her for what came next as soon as she pressed the button.

“Well, it’s about time!” Rarity shouted, swinging the door open. “I’ve been waiting for that delivery all day!”

Huffing and puffing in her rage, she realized that the visitor was not the late delivery person but Sweetie Belle waving with a nervous smile on her face.

“Hi Rarity,” Sweetie Belle said, stepping into the boutique. “Have you been waiting for the package all day?”

“Oh! Sweetie Belle!” Rarity blinked, rubbing her eyes as she laughed nervously. “No, of course not. I’ve been… very productive today!”

“Uh-huh,” Sweetie Belle added, looking at the mess of a mane on top of Rarity’s head. “I don’t think the delivery is going to come today. It’s already too late.”

“No, they said it would be here! It has to be here! The photo shoot is tomorrow!” Rarity started to bite at her fingertips, the twitch in her eyes becoming more prominent. “I need the thread for my fashion line! I need it!”

“Why not use an alternative to the thread?” Sweetie Belle asked, shrugging before going up the stairs to her room.

“An… alternative?” Rarity repeated, the idea running through her mind as she heard the deafening tick of the clock for every second that passed by. Her eyes trailed towards the shelf next to her chaise lounge where the spider-based solution sat in its crystalline perfume bottle. Her heart started to beat faster as her feet moved her closer to the fabled perfume, biting her lip as she reached out for the bottle.

Dancing her fingers along the poofy atomizer, Rarity’s thoughts filled with the power that came from her monster-like state. She smiled at the idea of control in her hectic situation, giving it a light squeeze. The solution sprayed out from the bottle into the air as Rarity caught a whiff of the pleasant scent that Sunset and Twilight had concocted into the experiment.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures!” Rarity announced, directing the spray nozzle towards her face and neck and giving the atomizer a full squeeze. The solution sprayed onto her bare skin as Rarity peppered herself with the unstable solution. Breathing in the spider-based pheromones, Rarity’s eyes opened wide as the effects started to take hold.

The room began to spin around as Rarity’s senses started to heighten. Losing grip on the crystalline perfume bottle, she heard the glass shatter next to her as she chuckled. Rarity marched towards the stairs, becoming aware of how cumbersome her feet were becoming to walk with her new condition. Her slippers began to rip and tear at her feet grew longer and shifted to a black color, fine hairs coating them. Her laughter grew as her hands gripped onto her already frazzled hair as she tugged down on it.

Getting to the stairs, Rarity’s socks ripped apart as her legs grew thicker and hairier with the black fur. Grinning with a twisted smile, Rarity’s sense of control was coming back to her as the solution settled inside of her. She held her hand against her side as she laughed walking up the stairs, feeling something stirring inside of her.

Once she reached the top of the stairs, Rarity let out a loud cackle as something began to push out against her side, stretching the band of her skirt. Her two furry legs soon became four, with two more forming legs of equal length ripping away her skirt and panties while her lower half covered in the black fur. Rarity crawled towards her bedroom as two more legs formed on her side, feeling her hips stretch out and lengthen to match her form.

Barraging into her room, Rarity moaned as the last set of legs pushed out of her, making the total a matching eight. Rolling her eyes back, a fit of laughter came over her as she felt herself getting taller in her bedroom. She let out a loud groan as she felt a heavy pressure from her backside as her legs danced around next to her. Her lower half stretched out as an abdomen pushed out behind her, covered in the dark, black fur of her lower body.

She wiggled her abdomen as the heat inside of her rose. Laughing maniacally, she ripped away her shirt to reveal her perky breasts, feeling them grow in size as the monster inside of her started to take control. Lapping up and down her hands, Rarity became familiar with her new form as her laughing fit subsided.

“Oh yes, this is the power I wanted!” Rarity announced, hearing the seductive tone in her voice. “Mama is back, my pretties!”

She ran her hands down her chest and moaned, arching her back as she squeezed her ample breasts. Panting from the heat inside her, Rarity slipped her hands down her stomach, running her fingers over her tight, wet slit. She licked her lips before slipping her fingers deep inside of her, letting out a gasp.

As she pumped her hand into her soft opening, Rarity caressed and sucked on her breasts as she soon lost herself to the pleasure of her spider form. Her thoughts were filled with tying up her friends with the long, thick threads of her web and forcing them to pleasure her in every way imaginable. With this amount of power, she could control anyone she wanted.

Letting out a loud moan, Rarity’s slit squirted out her hot juices against her fingers in her climax as her abdomen shot out long, sticky threads of her web aimlessly into the air, landing everywhere in the room. Breathing heavily as she looked at the web-covered room through half-lidded eyes, Rarity’s mind became clear from the afterglow of her pleasure.

“Ideeeeea~!” Rarity shouted triumphantly in a seductive voice, grabbing all of the web stuck to her body with her hands as she began to clean up the room.

Sweetie Belle yawned as she stepped out of her room after waking up the morning after. Stretching in the hallway, she noticed the trail of silver, silk-like threads leading from Rarity’s bedroom to her Inspiration room. Following the trail, she knocked the door of the room.

“Rarity? Are you in there?” Sweetie Belle asked as her hand became stuck in the sticky webs around the door. “What’s with all the webs around here?”

Shaking off the threads attached to her hand, Sweetie Belle opened the door to find Rarity hard at work at her station. She was wearing a long flowing black dress cut down the center to accent her enlarged bosom, ornamented with golden streaks along the sides. Looking around the room, Sweetie Belle saw the fruits of Rarity’s labor for her fashion line. The dresses were elegant black, with white threads that made the mannequins look like they were tied up with rope. The threads wrapped around their torso, the see-through material of the garments revealing their plastic breasts.

The male mannequins had a much darker style to them. Lots of masks on their emotionless, stoic faces while their tops were more formal with the same thread motif around their arms and midsections. The bottoms of the outfits seemed to focus largely on their laps and crotch, using the silver threads to direct the attention to their plastic bulges, which were near non-existent on their plastic figures. The designs looked more like erotic bondage than actual fashion, which is exactly what Rarity was going for.

“Sweetie Belle! Darling!” Rarity turned to her sister and crawled over on her furred legs, sweeping Sweetie Belle into a tight hug against her soft, plush breasts.

“Is this your big project?” Sweetie Belle asked, muffled by her sister’s chest as she was squeezed tightly by her arms.

“Yes! Don’t you just love it?” Rarity lets go of Sweetie Belle, presenting the finished works of her fashion line. “I call it Spider Chic, for obvious reasons. Isn’t it wonderful?”

“It’s certainly something!” Sweetie Belle replied, trying not to look at her sister’s new form.

“Hmm, is something the matter? Come on, tell Mama what’s wrong.” Rarity ran her hand down her sister’s cheek, much to Sweetie Belle’s surprise.

“Mama?” Sweetie Belle repeated, giving Rarity a strange look.

“Yes, Sweetie. I’m here to protect you!” Rarity smiled sweetly, holding out her arms wide towards her sister.

“But… look at you! Look at all this! What has gotten into you?”

Rarity’s expression fell for a second before lifting her hand to her face and laughing haughtily. “Oh Sweetie, you just don’t understand the extent of my power!”

Before she could have a chance to respond, the doorbell rang from downstairs. Sweetie Belle looked at Rarity as the twisted smile appeared on her black lipstick-coated mouth again.

“Could you be a dear and go and get that? Mama has work to do up here.” Rarity turned back to her station, beginning to sew more additions to her projects.

Sweetie Belle sighed and shook her head, going down to the front of the boutique to open the door.

“Express Delivery for a Miss Rarity?” the delivery girl asked, smiling in her khaki brown uniform, her eyes looking in slightly different directions.

“Not very express, if you ask me.” Sweetie Belle commented.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t know what went wrong with the shipping!” The girl’s eyes drifted off to the side as she tried to explain herself, holding onto the big box in her hands.

“She’s upstairs if you want to deliver it.” Sweetie Belle opened the door further for the blonde-haired delivery girl as she went into the boutique.

“Thank you! Wow, you guys have a nice shop here!” she commented, accidentally knocking over a mannequin with one of Rarity’s old dresses on it. “Oops! Sorry!”

“It’s okay! Go and deliver the package, miss!” Sweetie Belle said, going to pick up the knocked-over mannequin as the delivery girl made her way up the stairs. Sweetie Belle could hear the knock on the door as she stood at the foot of the stairs.

“Express delivery for Miss Rarity!”

“Oh, well it’s about time~ I don’t need the package anymore, but you’ll do nicely!” Rarity replied before a loud squeak came from the delivery girl, followed by the sound of a door slamming and locking.

Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes as she sighed, heading towards the front door to go to the Sweet Shoppe for an early morning breakfast, seeing as her sister was going to be busy for the day.

Author's Note

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