A Suit; Extended

A girl is entering the stage, and the crowd goes wild. Of course, it is Rarity; so what had been expected? I can’t mistake the marshmallow, white girl; with deep, purple hair, in the stylish light curls.

Just as Rarity had stopped at the middle of the stage, Pinkie Pie is sneaking up on the stage.
Naturally, her hair is curled up rightly and a wide grin is on her face. She is pushing a Party-Cannon, on the right of the stage. A second Canon is pushed up, by another pink girl.

“For some reason, I got a large shipment of hasmet suits; as if intended for this show! While I could not pass up the chance of making them fashionable and beautiful, my friend Pinkie Pie suggested I had to adjust them in more festive ways.. Then Twilight Sparkle offered her hand in the project of adjusting them!” Rarity is explaining.

Spread cheers are heard, as the girls closest to the stage is starting to grow excited. I find it hard, not to be swept away, by the outburst of excitement.

“What could she possibly be up to? I think I should see what she has in mind!” I ponder, as I start to look at Rarity with growing interest.

While this Suit could save my life, if I get in as pinch; but why does it have to be so awful in appearance?” Rarity exclaims, with a dreadful expression of revulsion on her face.

“Even I could have made it just slightly better looking!” Twilight sparkle responds, as she is stepping out on the scene, beside Rarity.

“Yes, but of course; and then you would make it twice as useful, my dear Twilight!” Rarity responds.

I notice Rarity’s expression starting to light up, as she was speaking.

Of course, this is when the Cannons go of, once again. Pinkie Pie just can not let go of her Cannon, and her assistant seems to be Har Wired to follow her cue.

“If the suit is just plain yellow, you would not know Fluttershy was even wearing a suit!” Pinkie Pie shuts in, interrupting the conversation on the stage.

“Wouldn’t the same go for Sunset Shimmer?” her assistant adds.

“The suit is a bright yellow, for obvious reasons; visibility, you can’t miss someone wearing a suit!” Twilight explains.

“That is exactly the point, yellow is clashing with my personality!” Rarity exclaims, with grand emphasis.

“Maybe, if there was a white variety, the suit would be agreeing with you, Rarity?” Pinkie Pie concludes.

“Maybe, Pinkie! Twilight, could you make a suit like this, but a marshmallow white, instead?” Rarity inquire, as response.

“I could, for you, Rarity!” Twilight respond.

“As a matter of fact, I already have the suit for you!” Pinkie Pie exclaims; “You can try it on, once you step off of the stage and behind the nearest screen!” she then finishes off.

“Behind the screen, yes; that sounds like the proper way, for a Lady like me!” Rarity responds, sporting a warm grin.

“I think I can keep them happy, for just a few minutes, while you try out the suit, Rarity!” Pinkie Pie points out.

“I’ll keep an eye on her while you are out of sight, Rarity!” Twilight promises.

“Thank you, Twilight!” Rarity responds, as she is stepping out and hides behind the screen Pinkie Pie had just indicated.

“Of course, the suit is right here, just as they had promised me!” Rarity ponders, as she sees the two parts of the suit behind the screen.

“I hope Rarity will be back soon, while I guess it could be fun to see the interaction between Twilight and Pinkie!” I ponder, while I see Rarity disappearing behind a screen.

The others are less than amused, by the change in pace; yet, stays content, in the hopes that Pinkie Pie can hold the mood up.

“Good thing, I had planned for this; a yellow suit just does not quite go with Rarity!” Pinkie Pie adds, while we’re waiting for her to come back.

“Some work, adjusting the suit for her; you know, just how picky she is about the details?” Twilight points out.

“Yes, I have been here, with her since I joined the school!” Pinkie responds, giggling at numerous unmentioned moments she had together with Rarity and the other friends.

“She certainly has a history with Rarity, and I would bet it is at least a mile!” I ponder.

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The suit Rarity is finding is shockingly simple, just two parts of a collar, looking as if made out of rubber and made for a dog.

“Why does this look, as if it had been a shock-collar for a dog?” Rarity ponders, as she is examining the items before her.

“Body of Bubble-suit!” she reads, quietly behind the screen.

Rarity grabs hold of the lower end of the black rubber collar of the suit, instantly noticing the shimmering effect of the glowing field that is the soap-bubble, the has-met suit’s effective field. She momentarily gasps, before she lifts her naked foot and steps right into the suit. She merely lifts her other foot and steps in, before she is pulling the suit right up to her neck, only to pull her arms down to permit the field to encompass her entire body from the neck down.

As she lets go of the collar, it soon adjusts to make a snug and comfortable fit around her neck.

While the collar adjusts to her neck, she is picking up the upper part of the collar and notices the same effect as with the lower part. She lifts up the black collar and lowers it down over her head. The bubble extends to flow out over her hair and head until it reaches the lower part of the collar and seals shut.

“Oh!” Rarity mumbles, but is breathing comfortably.

Once the two halves had combined, they are taking on the deep, dark purple that is matching her hair. The suit is otherwise a perfect, silicone white.

She is moving easily and comfortably, as if she had been the soft and flexible marshmallow in the flesh.

"A bit shiny for my taste, but it will make due for the show!” she utters.

“I guess: I am ready, to reclaim the stage once more!” she ponders.

Of course, there is a matching top and skirt hanging behind the screen, just waiting for her. She picks up the skirt and steps into it, feeling it hanging snugly around her waist. Now she picks up the top, slipping it down over her head. She gives the top and the skirt a few tentative tugs, in order to make them sit just right.

Now she looks down, finding a pair of boots. She steps into her boots, looking critically at them for a moment; before she takes a step, considering what they are doing for her. The knee-high boots make her just a few inches taller, giving her a feel for what her Equine counterpart feels and looks like.

“Guess they have been waiting for me, long enough!” she ponders; as she is stepping out onto the screen, once more.

“Wonderfull!” Photo Finish is exclaiming, as she is flashing off a series of shots; while the people around me is giving up a wild round of applause.

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