The Fitting

The sky was clear and blue. The breeze was gentle. This was a perfect day.

The problem was that it was actually supposed to be partially overcast and the breeze was supposed to be brisk. That's what it said on the weather schedule. The irregular placement of lazy lounging in the park and/or picnic days in what properly should have been cool working weather was starting to have serious negative effects on the population of Ponyville.

Rarity mopped her brow and cursed the heat and cursed the apparently absent work ethic of the local weather team.

She needed to get these five dresses ready for the rather important birthday party of one Saeculum Obscurum. She was nearly done and she would actually finish all the dresses a day before the event. It had been a slow month for the fashion pony but luckily this one order would pay the upkeep on the boutique and keep her in business.

Given the time limit and the importance of the order it should have been no surprise at all what happened next.

As often happened Rainbow Dash dropped in for a visit.

Through the recently mended roof and into the ponykins bearing the nearly complete dresses.

Shredded fabric drifted through the air like tumbling snow flakes around the over heated, over worked and over stressed designer. A lesser pony might have cried.

“Sorry Rarity, new trick I'm trying out isn't going so well,” the blue pony pony laughed at her own hijinks.

Well that made it all right then didn't it? She could totally pay her bills with apologies.

It had to have been the heat that pushed her right over the edge.

As Rainbow pulled her self free of the wreckage she found herself accosted by cloth. Covering her face, catching at her legs, pushing and clinging at every angle of her body.

“What they hay!” A gust from her mighty wings cleared the air and sent ponykins and fabric tumbling. Dash reared up to clear the fabric from her eyes.

Again fabric lashed out, this time seeking her wings, catching them, encasing them muting their power as they flapped again, this time to negligible effect.

Pushing the advantage Rarity lashed with a ribbon trying to snare a cyan hoof. This time she failed to coil but instead dragged against the flesh of the upper hoof.

The squeak and sudden loss of motor control that the largely impervious Rainbow displayed gave Rarity pause.

“Thee Rainbow Dash has ticklish hooves?” Rarity gloated evilly at her diabolical realization.

“Hold on! We can talk about this, right?”

In answer there was a terrible onslaught of tickling ribbons and scarves harassing all four of pegasus's hooves. Stumbling and falling back into a corner under the barrage Dash was forced to lay down in a submissive pose to protect her delicate regions.

Laughing evilly the seamstress advanced to see her handiwork.

Blushing, flustered, embarrassed and humiliated the blue mare glared back at her, but Rarity's eyes wandered down her friends body to her tail. Locked firmly to the side in clear if involuntary invitation.

“Don't look at me like that.”

The little pale horse felt her heart pounding in her chest. It was all in the open wasn't it? This had gone just a little too far and if she didn't stop this right now things would get complicated.

In an almost trance Rarity took a step towards the captive and helpless mare.

“I'm not like this! I know everypony says I am, but I'm not!”

“Of course you're not like that, Dash,” another step forward. She couldn't stop herself. She leaned in close, muzzle to muzzle, and stared into the bright magenta eyes. “But you want to be like that. Just for a little while.” The kiss was firm, her captive accepting it passively. “And you will be.”

“Just a little while?”

“Yes, my sweet, just this once,” not if she could help it. “You look so lovely, so delicious, you little slut.” Rarity griped the rainbow main in her teeth and gave it a firm tug.

Dash complained in a halfhearted manner.

“Remember that you came to me for this...” Rarity struggled inside of her own mind. This wasn't her.

The third baluster on the staircase was still loose, still smooth and rounded, still perfect for breaking in a silly filly even after all these years. It felt so strange for Rarity to notice the sex toy hidden in plain sight. Little lone to grasp it in her telekinetic grip. She probably should have fixed it when she took over ownership the shop.

But she didn't and she hadn't thought about it until it was time to fuck a naughty filly tied up in the corner.

How did this next part go again? Her memory was sparse in this regard. She could remember how the words felt if not exactly what they where.

“Do you know what happens to bad little fillies that can't even fly straight?” Oh, there it was. Sharp words that cut to the bone.

The blue mares mouth worked silently trying to express the depth of her protest to this insult.

“Well, here in this boutique,” the smoothed wooden implement pressed against Dash's genital lips, “here we fuck them.” Hard oak slid into the eager flesh wish a delightfully moist sound.

Rainbow squirmed and mewled as she was fucked.

That's right her name had been Side Stitch. A grave and serious old mare that had run the boutique when it was just Sidling Consignments.

“Pretty little things like you always think they'll get everything they want for nothing.” Rarity gripped a sensitive blue ear in her mouth.

The designer's apprenticeship to her predecessor had been trying but highly educational.

“But for everything, there is a cost. Every gift has a price. Every squandered hour has a penalty.” The pale unicorn rolled her eyes in bliss savouring the feeling of her new blue toy under her.

The business sense, the relentless work ethic and the brutal way that she was ravaging one of her dearest friends. Side Stitch had taught her all of those things.

Fabric stripped it's self away from Dash's wings. Leaving just a single scarf that would be easily broken holding them closed. “Sometimes, when we're lucky, it's a price we're happy to pay.” Rarity gently pressed her partners head to the ground. Making it perfectly clear.

Rainbow Dash was submitting. She didn't have to. But she was.

The little blue equine gripped in orgasmic bliss, gasping, squealing and screaming under her. It was magical.

So this is how it had felt for Ms Stitch. Rarity had always been kind of curious about that.