Play Party

Rarity softly hummed as she studied the little section of fabric before her. It seemed like such a minute thing. However, this was to be presented front and centre on the flagship design of her new showcase.

A showcase which promised to propel her hobby into an actual career. That is, if everything was pulled off without a hitch.

However, anything less than absolute perfection would forever doom her to a life of obscurity and squalor.

In other words, there was absolutely no pressure whatsoever, none at all.

That being said, it was totally reasonable that she missed her ringing mobile, as she tackled the task before her with laser focus. Even if said mobile was literally inches away from her hand.

Ring. Ring.

She sighed, shaking her head.

No, this colour was off. She should probably replace the royal purple with something more…byzantine.

Ring. Ring.

Hmmm. No, no, that’d be far too gaudy.

Ring. Ring.

She shook her head, breaking her concentration.

Was her phone ringing?

Ring. Ring.

Why yes, it was.

She quickly answered her mobile. “Rarity speaking, how can I help you?”

“Hey Rare, it’s Sunset.”

The poor girl sounded drained and absolutely exhausted.

That’s when Rarity remembered that Sunset was currently hosting both Twilights for the weekend. So, she had no doubt that attending to their needs could be a very taxing experience. Especially with what she knew about their relationship.

A coy smile graced her lips. “Is everything alright, dear?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

“Have they already tuckered you out? I’ll admit, I thought you had a bit more…stamina.”

“What? No…well, yes…but its not what you think.”

“Oh my, I hope everything’s going alright.”

“Well we started talking about their contracts.”

“Were they put off by the idea?”

“No, no, they absolutely loved it.” Sunset sighed. “Loved it a bit too much, in fact.”

“I’m not sure I follow.”

“Well, you know how Twilight gets around paperwork, right?”

Rarity, unfortunately, could form a pretty safe guess.

“How bad is it?”

“The two of them have been going at it for like eight hours. I feel like I’m arbitrating the fucking UN and not, you know…”

“Writing a service contract?”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“Have they left you…unattended?”

“Not even a wink of foreplay.”

“Oh dear, that’s dreadful. Have you tried reminding them who’s in charge?”

“I did.”

“And?”

“They politely reminded me that, technically, nothing’s been signed yet.”

Rarity snorted. “Well, you’ve got to give them credit for their audacity.”

“I ought to tan their hides,” Sunset muttered.

“No, no, no, that’s the opposite of what you should do. You and me both know that Twilight is a glutton for getting spanked.”

“I know, it’s just…”

“You’re frustrated, I understand.”

“What do you think I should do?”

Rarity hummed. “Hmmm. My advice is to treat them like a parent catching their child smoking.”

“What?”

“Remember when Rainbow’s father caught her with a pack of cigarettes?”

“Yeah, he made her finish the whole thing in one sitting.”

“And has she smoked since?”

There was a moment of silence.

“I see what you’re getting at,” Sunset finally said.

“I knew you’d get there. I just hope this doesn’t put a damper on our plans tomorrow.”

“It shouldn’t. By the way, when are you coming over?”

“I was thinking around eight.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Me neither. However, I must let you go. There’s some work I desperately need to get finished, if I want to clear my schedule.”

“Alright, I’ll catch you later.”

“You as well.”

With that, the call ended and Rarity placed her phone aside.

As her attention was now drawn away from the outfit, she realized that she’d been neglecting some of her own needs. Such as hydrating herself.

She reached for a bell and rang it, the metal tingling daintily.

A moment later, she heard a pair of soft footsteps approach her studio.

When Rarity turned, she noticed coco was already at the door.

The girl was dressed in her usual home time attire. An outfit inspired by the same French excellence of their maid apparel. Though the skirt was much shorter, the top a lacy band of fabric around her bosom, and while unnoticeable now, Rarity knew for a fact that there were no pesky undergarments cluttering the space between her thighs.

Rarity loved how the outfit looked. She also loved that coco looked so embarrassed in it.

coco tugged at the hemline of her skirt, as if there was some hope she could reasonably retain her modesty. This was a struggle that she, by design, would never win.

“You rang, Miss Rarity?” coco asked.

Rarity nodded. “Yes, I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind fetching me a glass of water? I believe I have a bottle of Perrier in the fridge.”

coco bowed her head. “Of course, Miss Rarity. i’ll be right back.”

Rarity waved a hand, though her attention had already returned to the piece of art before her.

She tapped her lip, once more deep in thought.

What was she missing? How could she transform this outfit from mere spectacle to a true pièce de résistance?