It had been a busy few days for the heroes of Equestria and their companions. The stage had been built to specification, and all reservations had been accounted for. Almost immediately, Rarity realized that she’d underestimated just how much the ponies of Equestria desired to see their up-and-coming heroes in pretty dresses. Unfortunately, it was too late to up the price to properly meet demand without losing face, so she was resigned to the fact that at least she’d covered all expenses for the materials and labor.

“Everything is in order?”

“Looks that way, sugar cube.” AJ kicked at the stage, and not softly at that. Rarity flinched, her stomach sinking like it was full of lead, but no dent was left in spite of the earth mare’s ridiculous strength. “Solid as a rock.”

“I should say so,” Rarity agreed, very much impressed. “You and the others will be—”

“By the boutique, later tonight ta see our new dresses,” AJ finished. “Yeah, Ah know.”

“Oh, good. I was just making sure, you know…”

“Ah don’t ferget promises, Rars. When Ah say Ah’ll be there, ain’t nothin’ gonna stop me.”

Rarity smiled appreciatively. “That’s sweet of you to say, but I’d be careful about saying it. You wouldn’t want to be mobbed by a flock of reporters, now would you?”

AJ scoffed. “Last one pissed herself flyin’ away. Ah think Ah can manage.”

“Even so, I’m still surprised by how many ponies are coming,” Rarity admitted, gesturing to the rows upon rows of chairs. “I’d expected maybe half the town and no more than a dozen outside reporters, but this!”

“We’re in high demand,” AJ stated simply. “‘N’ once ponies see us in our fancy new duds, we’ll be wanted even more.”

Rarity frowned. “You don’t sound too happy about that. This will be excellent advertising for your business as well, you know.”

“Ah know. Ah can buck one o’ them smarmy reporters inta next week if Ah have ta, but they’s still annoyin’ as a zit on the teat. Ah don’t see things gettin’ any better after the show is done.”

“Yes. I can certainly see that. Then again, with that extra business, maybe you can hire some security guards for the farm. Keep out the riffraff and all that.”

“So Ah’ll turn inta one o’ them snooty ponies too smug ta leave their towers?” asked AJ dramatically. “Ah think Ah’d rather sit on a cactus.”

Rarity tittered anxiously as her mind raced with all the things that could yet go wrong. “Well, I’m off to go fetch the others. Don’t want anypony being late, now do we.”

“Hey.” AJ caught Rarity’s leg and held her from heading off. “Yer Rarity, remember. Yer dresses bein’ the prettiest things since the sunrise is a foregone conclusion. So jus’ relax ‘n’ take a breather. You’ll do fine, hear me?”

Rarity nodded gently. “I… yes. Yes, you’re right. As sure as Apple brand apples are the juiciest fruits on the market, my dresses are going to knock everypony’s socks off.”

“There’s the Rarity we all know ‘n’ tolerate,” AJ cheered, earning a tail whip upside the head. “Ah deserved that. Now, get yer flank in gear ‘efore Ah return the favor.”

***

Rarity ran about to all of her friends, but she really needn’t have bothered. At this point, forgetting about the fashion show was simply not allowed. There were flyers everywhere, and one couldn’t go five minutes without hearing somepony mention the show. Not even Pinkie or Twilight would be so scatterbrained, though that didn’t stop Rarity from reminding them of the consequences should they fail to show up.

When they did, the drake, griffon, and six mares all lined up in an informal row on the far end of Rarity’s design room. Opposite them stood Rarity alongside a number of sheet-covered marequins. Easily the most excited of the bunch, Rarity did a giddy dance and magically removed the covers. “V-walla!”

Collective awed gasps were the audience’s reply to what they’d seen.

“What do you think of your old duds now, Apple Jack? Pretty swanky, are they not?” Rarity tittered, her question almost a challenge, daring AJ to protest. “Your outfit is by far the most casual and set with, rich earthy tones. The long skirt was specially designed to hug your luscious flanks, concealing while also teasing as to what bounty lays beneath.” Her eyebrows bounced suggestively. “The boots you gave me have been modified to a more sleek style. Very eye-catching. I was rather impressed with myself for the number of apples I could fit in without looking excessive, namely the collar, boots, the skirt’s hem, and a few on your dress hat. No pony is going to miss what you’re about, darling.”

AJ appraised her outfit in silence. Even with her admitted lack of fashion sense, she still had an appreciation for the overall aesthetic. The point of her outfit, as she envisioned it, was to look good, feel good, and sell apples. What rested upon the marequin appeared to meet all of those goals, and so, she gave an approving nod.

Pleased with her client’s response, Rarity moved to the next dress in line. “Twilight, your gown is a lovely shade of midnight blue. Overall, the design is very simple, save for the high collar to give a sense of your stature. Still, I imagined comfort would be your primary concern for the evening, what with you planning on staying by Molestia’s side all night,” she tittered. “Whatever position she chooses to have you, this dress should be ready to accommodate with minimal risk of wrinkles. That said, I did decide to throw in plenty of intricately cut blue-white rhinestones meant to sparkle like the stars at night,” she said with a sweeping wave of her hoof.”

Twilight was grinning from ear-to-ear, imagining the picture Rarity had set up. She was standing in the main entrance, guests pouring in at a near-constant stream and offering their greetings. They’d be watching her, watching as Molestia stood atop her, putting her impressive height to good use as her cock penetrated her student. Molestia’s face would be the picture of poise as she rhythmically fucked Twilight. Whether it was in the pussy or up the ass was hardly relevant. Knowing Molestia, it would likely be both. And all of those guests would watch as Twilight Sparkle, famed hero of Equestria, was reduced to a steaming, red-faced mess for all to see.

Granted, she was still a little mad at the Princess, but she’d be crazy to miss out on her chance to finally get a proper fucking from a fucking goddess! Oh, and the dress was also pretty.

“Now, Trixie,” Rarity continued. “It is traditional for slaves to stick by their masters’ side and do everything they can to make said master look good, both in behavior and appearance. Your gown is the same base design as Twilight’s, but without the high collar. Wouldn’t want to obstruct your real collar, would we?” she teased. “The color is a gentle lavender, matching both your old cape and Twilight’s fur. Isn’t that a coincidence?”

Trixie merely grumbled.

“I used rhinestones again, but cut to be larger and fewer overall so there will be less of a sparkle. I even threw in a few amethysts around the flanks cut to match Twilight’s cutie mark. The idea is to match Twilight, emphasizing her ownership of you without drawing too much attention. From what I gather, though you’re a slave, it will be acceptable for you to mingle with guests unless Twilight specifically orders otherwise. Of course, you’ll be representing your mistress, so you’d better make a good impression.” Rarity finished with a warning point of her hoof.

Trixie nodded and gave an appreciative smile. The message aside, she really did like the look of her dress. However, her thoughts were primarily on Rarity’s warning. Representing Twilight, will I? Her smile persisted.

“Fluttershy. Yours is a custom ball gown of a more traditional style. I don’t imagine you’ll be doing too much dancing, but I still made the necessary modifications to allow reasonably free movement, as well as flight. Inspired by your impressive tail, I increased the length in the back, allowing it to sweep over the floor in the very picture of graceful elegance. There is also a framework within the fabric, helping it to hold its shape and allow all manner of creatures to sneak underneath and, well, I’ll leave it to your imagination.” She gave the yellow mare a saucy wink, causing her to fan herself urgently. “The vibrant greens give off a gentle feeling of nature, complemented with specially crafted flowers to really sell the message. Oh, and I think this little blue butterfly pin would look ever so lovely in your mane.

“For yours, Rainbow, I knew freedom of movement would be a top priority. With the heavy stitching I used, you should be able to get up to your usual shenanigans,” she snorted, “with minimal risk of damage. In particular, I imagined you wanting to fly high enough for everypony to see up your skirt, perhaps even provoking ponies to try mounting you in mid-air.”

“Heh. Guilty.”

“As such, I included a more flexible frame into your dress as well, keeping the back end up and your rear end easily accessible. Rainbow colors – naturally – are well complemented with accents made to resemble fluffy clouds. Gold hoof guards and a Romaran style circlet really pull the outfit together.

“And next, we have Gilda. Oh, goodness, was this one tricky.” Rarity motioned to the next dress. “I’ll admit, it was a bit of a pain in the ass finding a stand-in large enough to fill out this dress.”

Gilda shrugged noncommittally. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I enjoyed the challenge!” proclaimed Rarity. “Anyway, I made this one after Trixie’s, hoping a similar mindset would provide the necessary inspiration. Unfortunately, Rainbow’s color scheme is far too distinct, and it would be simply ghastly if you two were to look identical. The point is to present master and… pet?” She waited until the pair in question silently conferred and gave her their approving nods. “Yes. The point is to emphasize the connection without doing a simple copy job. So instead, I decided to give you more of a tuxedo.”

“But… aren’t those for stallions?”

“Crossdressing is all the rage, darling,” Rarity replied with a dismissive wave. “The vest is prim and a smart shade of black while the undershirt matches Rainbow’s rainbow pattern. Golden bands around your front and back ankles are done in the Romaran style while a bangle sits around the base of your tail, holding it up high in a perpetual invitation for all interested parties. The message of your belonging to Rainbow is thusly more subtle than that of Trixie and Twilight, while also making the point that said belonging is not as absolute. If even half the things I’ve read about the Canterlot nightlife are true, they will appreciate the clever message being conveyed.”

The white of Gilda’s cheek feathers had turned pink, and she looked down at her avian talons. All this talk about ‘belonging’ was causing her stomach to summersault. But her nerves were instantly eased when a certain speedster put her hoof on the taller creature’s shoulder.

RD snickered. “So you’re going to be my ‘boyfriend,’ huh?”

“Looks like it. Yeah,” Gilda replied uncertainly.

“Cool. It’ll be neat turning a tomboy into my cock hungry slut.”

Gilda’s smile was soft and relieved. “Anytime, babe.”

“And here’s yours, Pinkie,” Rarity continued. She moved down the line to the dress that was almost blinding with its pinkness. “It’s a modification of the traditional ball gown with a slightly shorter hem and overall lighter in weight. This should enable you ample movement for dancing. The soft blue accents do well to compliment the dominant pink energy, and I even threw in a bit of white to help balance it all out. And the ribbons,” she remembered. “Don’t forget the ribbons. Don’t they just scream festivity? Not to mention the candy decorations, which I must stress are merely stitches and not real candies—”

Pinkie pouted.

“—add to an overall impression of sweetness. Ponies will take one look at this beauty and know that its wearer has many sweet treats to offer.”

“Sweeet,” Pinkie beamed. “Now, if only I had a plain white carriage with tinted windows. I could really make this a night to remember.”

Ignoring Pinkie’s remark, Rarity moved on to the second to last item in the line. “And as for me,” she motioned dramatically. “I went for a traditional ball gown with noble purples to match my mane.” She gently tapped at the bottom of her quaff. The pale purple shall add a good bit of warmth for a lovely walk through the garden. And,” she tittered, “I may have gone a bit overboard with my use of gemstones. I had a few extra laying around and, well, just couldn’t help myself. They make for lovely accents that capture the glamor and grace of my cutie mark,” she finished in a way that she thought was humble, but no one else did.

“Last, but certainly not least, we have Spikey-wikey!” Rarity pulled a rope hanging from the ceiling, which everyone had been ignoring up until then. The rope pulled up on a sheet covering one last stand wearing a little tuxedo. “I had quite a bit of fun preparing this one,” she began while fluttering bedroom eyes at the swooning drake. “My experience with bipeds is limited, but I think you’ll agree that this is certainly a treat for the eyes. To keep things from being completely ordinary, the ebony black vest covers a soft yellow-green undershirt. This matches your belly scales while creating a lovely contrast with your violet back scales. The top hat and red bowtie were an absolute must, and it should go without saying that all due modifications were necessary to account for your back spines, darling.”

“Beautiful,” Spike awed, barely looking at his outfit.

Rarity tittered and motioned down to the lower half of the stand. “I understand that some bipeds wear pants to formal occasions, but that just seems like a needless burden given where we’re going. You’re tail, I’m afraid, is a bit too wide for a bangle, so it’ll be on you to keep your tail raised so that all may bear witness to those luscious, thicc,” she exhaled, “little boi cheeks of yours.”

Spike gave a salute, not minding how the others giggled at his antics.

Rarity moved off to the side and motioned to the line of custom outfits she’d painstakingly crafted just for her fuck buddies/playthings/fellow ponies of importance and their associates. “Well, what do you think?”

“They’re gorgeous,” Fluttershy was the first to say. “And I especially love mine. That is, uh, the others are good, but… this was a dress made for frolicking.”

“Ah’ll sell apples ‘n’ look good doin’ it,” AJ declared.

“Just so we’re clear,” Rarity cut in, looking hesitant, “you don’t actually plan on bringing in some sort of food cart, do you?”

AJ scoffed. “Ah’m jus’ lookin’ ta make some connections. What? Ya’ll actually think Ah was gonna haul a cart all the way ta Canterlot ‘n’ try ta set up shop on the floor like some common hoofball game?”

“Uh, no. Not at all,” Rarity assured, waving dismissively. “Obviously, you have more class than that.”

“Damn straight.” AJ took a mighty snort and hocked a lugi into a nearby trash bin. She then shot a knowing smirk Rarity’s way, earning her a glower in return.

“Yeah, pretty awesome,” appraised Rainbow nonchalantly. “I like the idea of clothes that won’t get ripped to shreds if things get too rough, but I guess that’s sort of your specialty, huh.”

“Among many, yes,” beamed fashion horse.

“I wasn’t so sure before, but now that I really look at it,” Gilda began, “I look smokin’ hot!”

“Think I can borrow my dress before the Gala?” asked Pinkie. “I need to practice moving around, so I know what I’ll be capable of. My goal is to dance-fuck everypony there!”

“Okay, but be sure to get it back to me at least one week before the Gala in case repairs need to be made.”

“Okey dokey lokey!”

“This is the dress Princess Molestia is going to fuck me in,” swooned Twilight in longing. “It makes me hard just thinking about it.”

“We can see that,” quipped Trixie. She tried to be subtle in how her hips ground together, feeling oddly embarrassed about being provoked to arousal like this. But, alas, once the first pony got turned on, it spread to those next to them, amplified by the enclosed space, and Trixie was ashamed of herself for not foreseeing this inevitability. “Still, Trixie approves of her gown as well. Thank you.”

Rarity cleared her throat. “Sorry, but while I do appreciate the sentiment, I’m afraid that’s not really your decision to make.” She then motioned to Twilight.

Trixie scowled, seething in silent fury, only for the unexpected to happen.

“Aw, stuff it, Rars,” snapped AJ, much to Trixie’s surprise. The blue mare was further taken aback when Rainbow stepped in.

“Yeah, quit picking on her.”

“Oh, begging your pardon. I didn’t mean—”

“We know what you meant,” Rainbow chided. “Trixie’s Twilight’s to push around. Fine. But that doesn’t give anypony else the right to push her down.”

“It… doesn’t?” Twilight asked. This was certainly news to her.

“Fuck no. Yer master ‘n’ slave, which means ya got a responsibility ta each other. Ya look after her, treat ‘er right, ‘n’ she’ll do right by you.”

Trixie was speechless as her eyes darted between the cyan and orange mares.

“Even if the law says she doesn’t get a say,” Fluttershy whispered, “it, um, just seems mean to dismiss her out of hoof like that, especially when she’s giving you a compliment.”

“Also, we probably would have figured out that whole thing with the poison joke a lot quicker if Trixie had felt respected enough to speak up from the start,” Pinkie reminded.

“Plus, she was right there with us against the dragon and parasprites. I’m thinking the least we owe her is treating her like she can speak for herself. Just because she’s Twilight’s bitch, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t matter.” At the end of Rainbow’s admonishment, Gilda gave a shudder that sent ripples through her feathers and fur.

“Hmm. You know,” Twilight started to say, only to share a brief look with Spike, “I’m inclined to agree.” Then, she cleared her throat and spoke in a more formal tone. “Rarity, while I appreciate your input, I ask that you take a more civil tone with my slave, Trixie. As even you have said, she is meant to represent me, so I’m afraid any disrespect directed at her must be taken personally.” Again she checked with Spike, wordlessly asking if she’d done that right.

Rarity blinked, momentarily stunned, speechless. She’d never been ganged up on like this before. Even against large groups, she’d always come out on top. But these ponies, her trusted fuck buddies, were attacking her sense of decorum, and they had a point. Taking a long inhale, Rarity made ready her response while the others tensed in preparation for some hidden rope traps or something. “I’m sorry.”

“… beg pardon?”

“I said that I am sorry,” Rarity repeated elegantly. “I am a lady, bound by the rules of etiquette and common civility. Twilight, Trixie, I humbly apologize for my disrespectful remarks.” Then, focusing on Trixie, she continued, “Just because you are a slave, that does not disqualify you from decent treatment. As Rainbow said, you have proven yourself a loyal and valuable member of our little group. It pleases me to know that you approve of my work.”

Trixie continued blinking, unsure of how to respond. Spike pushing up on her chin made her aware that her jaw had been hanging open in utter shock of the proud mare actually admitting to wrongdoing. The drake smiled and moved back to where he’d been before the blue mare could properly thank him.

“Well, that was quite the mood killer,” observed Pinkie. “Somepony really ought to give it lip-to-lip to resussalize it.”

Twilight scowled. “Um, Pinkie. I think you mean—”

“I know what I said!” The pink mare then spun around, bent over, and showed off her winking pussy lips for all to see.

“Lip-ta-lip,” AJ pondered. “Clever. Gotta remember that one.”

Things calmed down after that.

Author's Note

So for the descriptions of the dresses, I borrowed heavily from my favorite Dusk Shine story https://www.fimfiction.net/story/206699/52/dusk-shines-saga/chapter-13-call-of-the-cutie-suited-for-success-part-5 since I have no sense of fabric aesthetic. I tried to distinguish my descriptions to fit the setting and think it turned out pretty well. It just seemed better to have everyone trust the expert instead of making Rarity make the bad changes, thereby cutting out the unnecessary conflict. Even I was surprised by that little confrontation with Trixie at the end. Little by little, these characters are growing, as is their dynamic.

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