The Fitting

by Obscure

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Romance, Rainbow Dash, Rarity
Length: 2194

How does Rarity keep getting Dash to help her with dresses anyway?

How does Rarity keep getting Dash to help her with dresses anyway?

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Published 2012-07-19 09:54:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-07-23 07:23:01 UTC

The Status Quoe

The pale unicorn stood patiently at the entrance to to her terrible lair and tapped her hoof upon the ground beckoning her prey to it's fate.

Dash was frozen, muscles locked up in confusion, a drop of sweat inched down from her mane. She was spotted and all hope was lost.

The immaculately trimmed hoof tapped twice more.

This time would not be like last time. She'd just fly up into the sky exulting in her freedom and escape to safety. She unfurled her wings and prepared to leap in the air.

The pale pony gave a smile and a knowing look.

Rainbow Dash furled her wings. This was what her life had become. This was what she was. With a resigned sigh she entered the creature's lair. She could smell the hot and scented bath that awaited her.

This was how it always went. Rainbow wondered why they kept doing it.

"Come right this way, darling. We have to get you cleaned up before your fitting," Rarity said with a smug grin. Like a ritual or a spell.

The pegasus followed, her eyes locked comfortably on her friend's flexing haunches. It always starts with a bath.

Mechanically getting into the hot water Dash passively allowed Rarity to rub her down with the curry brush. The brush worked in circles, gently but firmly working the dirt and grime out of the coat of the athletic pony. It felt wonderful and she loved it. Admitting such a thing wouldn't have been an act of Rainbow Dash the Tomboy and she didn't feel like abandoning her role as such just yet.

Her unkempt hair was combed, washed and braided. Her hooves polished, her fetlocks trimmed. The blue pony looking back at her from the mirror began to look less and less like her.

As her face and genitals where sponged clean it was like it was all happening to some other pony, her own identity groomed away into nothing.

The best young flier, the indomitable hero of Ponyville, the brash tomboy was remade, transformed.

A pretty show pony that Rainbow had come to recognize looked back at her in the reflection. That pony that was feminine and submissive, gentle and dainty, that cried out to be taken advantage of.

Dash was disgusted by that pony.

The unicorn brought forth the two clasps. They had been custom made with rainbow bolts on them. They fit over the first and second joints of a wing. Once fitted into place they held the wing closed and immobile.

Now was the time. The pegasus trembled in anticipation.

With sick joy and unquenchable fear Dash allowed Rarity to chain her to the ground.

When she had first seen them she had bolted. Now they filled her darkest fantasies.

Pretty and helpless Rainbow Dash took her position as living ponequin and posed whilst Rarity pinned together a dress out of pieces of fabric on her frame.

"A pretty dress for a pretty mare. Something soft, something delicate, something..."

the skirt was adjusted, folded, shortened to a scandalous degree.

"...feminine."

"But Miss Rarity, isn't it too short? I don't want anypony to think I'm easy."

"Oh hush dear, how much of slut you are is hardly something a skirt can hide," Rarity purred as she delivered her cutting remark to her faux-client, "Now try to hold your eager little rump still while I get this hem right."

Dash could feel hot breath on her nether lips.

In the mirror she could see that it really was a lovely looking dress. Rarity was apparently trying to get the skirt to hang naturally at the point where it would be just too short to hide her vagina, while staring into said orifice from about and inch's distance.

Dash felt Rarity exhale again.

While trying to hide her panting Dash was stabbed by a pin. This made her wings try to extend in alarm and in preparation to escape. Except that the clasps held them closed. Needing to fly and being trapped made her panic. Panicking because Rarity wanted her to made her sexually excited. Having chosen to be in a position where Rarity could do this to her made her hornier then she had ever been with anyone else.

Dash stumbled with a moan and she winked hungrily.

“I'm sorry,” Rarity lunged forward mounting her like a stallion, “but we don't serve fillyfoolers around her.”

Dash squealed helplessly as she was bit.

The dress came apart, the pins ripped out, the pieces scattered the design murdered in it's infancy to never be recreated.

The pegasus struggled with herself. Forcing herself to submit. To fold up and lay upon the ground beaten before Rarity. Struggled to not rip out the clasps, to throw the attacking unicorn aside and to exit the shop like a caged hurricane. Like she had a few times before.

Struggled to show her fear and speak the next line.

“Please, don't hurt me! I'm too pretty to be a fillyfooler!” her sopping nethers declaring her lie.

“Well you are pretty, if nothing else, my dear. I can think of something you can do to make up for bringing yourself here,” Rarity whispered cruelly.

The unicorn turned around and presented herself. Her tail swished to one side.

It was not commonly known or even believed, but Dash wasn't actually all that experienced or even keen on eating out mares. In fact she had never done so until she had started her encounters with Rarity.

Diving in deep Dash hungrily sought out the fashionista's hidden clitoris. Sometimes, if she did a good job, Rarity would reciprocate.

“I barely even have to ask, do I? You're one hungry little filly. Taking you on as an apprentice was worthwhile even if you do have no talent as a designer.”

Rarity gasped as Dash found her mark and began to work in earnest.

“Stupid little, huh, fillyfooler, this is all your, ah, good for.”

Vaginal walls clenched against Dash's muzzle and fluid was dripping down her neck. Rarity was going to come soon.

“Hide, ahhhh, your work under all the gems you want, you little, eeeaaaah, slut. They're still just...”

Rarity convulsed in orgasm, dropping to her knees, with a cry. Tears flowing down her cheeks. Her voice choked with lust, malice and pain.

“...gaudy trash.”

To be something you're not, something you could never admit to wanting to be. That was the thrill.

How it began

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.