Femboi and Chill

“~Oh Cherish~” Rarity sing-songs from the next room of her penthouse. “Do come out, darling! It's quite fine! There's nothing to be shy about! You're among your friends!”

“Yeah, Chi-Chi!” Pinkie Pie squawks, doing a little jump. You can feel her feet pounding into the apartment's white carpet floor from around the corner. “Come onnnnnnnn down the runway!”

“Uhm... what runway?” Fluttershy's voice murmurs tenderly, giving you an ounce of strength.

“Why, the invisible runway that exists in Rarity's head at all times, silly! I mean... duhhhh! That's her secret, Cap'n!”

Sunset Shimmer's voice sounds off. “He's been in there a long time. Maybe we shouldn't force him—?”

“Pff! Paff!” Rarity pff-paff's into the air. “Don't be silly! We're not forcing anyone to do anything! This is just... erm... helping the butterfly out of the cocoon, as t'were!”

“A butterfly analogy?” Fluttershy exhales in a noticeably dry tone. “Really, Rarity?”

“Chi-Chi has a proboscis?!?” Pinkie gasps. “Since when?!”

Rarity harmonizes once more towards your end of the apartment: “~Cherisssssh~” Her voice echoes like that of a chiding mother's. “~Don't be a sad sally and make a waste out of all my heard worrrrk!~”

At long last, your pink sandal'd feet scuffle out of the restroom where you spent the past fifteen minutes changing, fidgeting, then squirming.

As you round the corner, you make out four figures standing casually across the white-colored furniture.

“Yeesh, Rarity...” Sunset sports a humored grin, her arms folded. “Way to put on the guilt trip—” Just then, her turquoise eyes widen in your direction, and she nearly slips off the back of the couch that she's leaning against. “Wow-wow-wee-wah!”

“Ooooooh!” Pinkie Pie does a little jig in place, smiling from ear to ear. “Double wow-wow-wee-wah!”

“Fffff—!” Fluttershy sucks in her breath. She cups both hands to her chin as her cheeks burn a bright pink. “Oh gosh! Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh! Rarity!” She's basically squeaking at this point. “She's... I-I mean he's so adorable!”

That gives you enough encouragement to stand in place, looking up with a tender, lip-biting smile. Your fingers toy with one another—sheepishly—causing a series of thick plastic bangles to rattle along your wrists. “... … …I look like a teenage mall rat.”

You're not wrong. The ensemble is petite—made for an equally petite cherub such as yourself. The top is a baby-pink blouse made of a soft material—almost terry cloth. It ties behind the shoulders with a thick strap, exposing a bit of modestly open back. All across the bust, a string of hot pink sequins is embroidered in a lazy squiggle that approximates an 80s-style graffiti'd “heart.” In fact, the whole outfit screams “cute 80s teen pop,” along with the black pleated skirt stenciled all over in kid-drawn cartoon hearts that match the pastel pink belt that slips around the waist, fitted in the center with another heart, this one shiny and silver. At long last, your pink sandals with black soles completes the entire look. Your tender face even has a sliver of pink eyeliner and matching lip gloss, and it somehow turns pinker as you continue to blush under the heat of so many lavishing girl-eyes.

“Hmmf!” Rarity sashays over like the fashionista she is, her chin tilted up. “A 'teenage mouse' is more like it! Be fussy and squirmy all you want, Cherish—but this ensemble of mine just screams teenage heart-throb! As does your natural beauty, dear!”

“I'm twenty-one,” you whimper for the millionth time in these women's presence.

Rarity continues as if you've said nothing. “And—~confession tiiime~—I've recycled this design from something I drew up for Sweetie Belle when she first did her tour singing! Never got to make it before, but nowww? Eee-hee-hee!” It's the young lady's turn to regress into a squealing teenager. She hugs you from behind, nuzzling the back of your feathery blonde head. “Ohhhhh Cherish! ~You're just the doll I need in these trying tiiiimes!~”

“Huh... wow, Rares...” Sunset smirks. “Seems like you're always reusing Sweetie's designs on Cherish. I detect a pattern here.”

“Oh go soak your bacon-bitty head!” Rarity waves a dismissive wrist. “So what if it's a good pattern?! When in season!”

At this precise moment, everyone in the room—especially you—has become acutely aware of a whining sound, increasing rapidly in tonality. Like an overheated tea kettle or a bomb about to go off.

“Mmmm-mmm-mmm-mmm!” It turns out the noise is coming from Fluttershy. She's spent this whole time scuffling towards you. “So. Cute!” Her eyes are full of stars as she holds two arms out. “Must. Hug. Him!”

“Uh uh uh—!” Rarity holds her back with a single finger delicately booping the young woman's nose. You feel a pang of regret, but it's washed away as Rarity smiles at the others in the room. “I've saved the best for last!” She looks at you, eyelashes fluttering prettily. “Do a little twirl, princess!”

“Uhm... do I have to...?” you mewl. It's not that you don't like the outfit, it's just that—

Rarity's eyelashes continue fluttering. Prettily.

Goddess dang it...

“Okay...” You exhale, flexing your arms out as you gather balance and strength. “Just for you, Rarity.” Then—with a slight palpitation in your slender chest—you do as you are commanded. You instantly feel a draft, and it can only be from the pleats of the skirt lifting up, flaring, and settling down as you come to a ballet-style stop, curtsying. “Ahem... ta-daaaa!”

“Ohhhhhhhh good gosh goodness!” Fluttershy can't seem to decide whether to pull at her face, her hair, or the planet's atmosphere. “It's like he's sprouting from a black-and-pink flower! Cherish, I'm sorry—!” At first you don't know what she's apologizing for, until she suddenly lunges forward and puts those restless hands to use, hugging you tight... tighter... tightest. “I c-can't help it! You're the absolute cutest thing!” She's kissing at your ear.

You don't even pretend to protest.

“Fluttershy!” Rarity protests. “Darling! Our beloved Cherish spent a good half-hour perfecting his make-up! Don't ruin it with your lipstick!”

“I'll gladly go to prison,” Fluttershy giggles, nuzzling you before sharing a close-up wink. “Lipstick prison.”

You gulp and put on a tender smile. “I wouldn't mind skipping parole.”

“By the waaaaay... Cherish...” Sunset is giving a thumb's up, wagging her bedroom eyes. “Baby blue! It actually looks good on you!”

You blink curiously at her... but then instantly blush. Still clinging to Fluttershy, you reach a hand back and tug-tug-tug down at your skirt. “I'm... n-not exactly a fan of h-how short it is...”

“Oh come on, Chi-Chi!” Pinkie Pie walks in, shrugging with a smirk. “So what if it's a bit showy?! We should all have more faith in short skirts!” She holds her arms out and grins at the other ladies. “Eh? Ehhhh??” Nothing. “Wow. Really? That one's obvious!” She rolls her eyes, placing her hands against her hips. “Buncha knee-jerk downvoters, I swear!”

“Pssssst!” Rarity leans in to Sunset Shimmer, eyes thin, narrow, and plotting. “If you must know, I chose the color. And that's not all that's baby blue!”

Sunset blinks in confusion. So Rarity leans in and whispers in her ear. A few milliseconds later, Sunset leans back sharply and barks: “You made him a training bra?!?”

“Yes, and?!” Rarity shrugs. “It completes the ensemble! The ensemble is most important, darling!”

“Woohoo!” Pinkie cheers at random.

“Longue vie à l'ensemble!”

“Celestia on a bike, Rarity?” Sunset nervously rubs the back of her head. “Are we dressing up our boifriend up or trying to catch a predator(TM)?!?”

“Uhm...” Two yellow fingers start lifting up the edge of your blouse. “C-can I see—?”

You gently bat her hand away. “Flutters!” You huff and puff.

“Well?” Pinkie Pie leans in with a smile. “How does it feel, Chi-Chi? Supportive?”

You squirm ever so slightly, feeling as if you're constantly being hugged in the most tender of places. “Uhm... snug.”

Fluttershy giggles.

“Ohhhhh Cherish...” Rarity walks over and tickles your chin. “Poor little thing. Always having to endure our little games. You're so sweet, patient, and open-minded.” She smiles warmly. Genuinely. “I suppose it's why we do love you so.”

You breathe a bit easier, taking a moment to lovingly pat Fluttershy's hand while you nod at the others. “Well... so long as you're all happy with it... with m-me, that is.”

“We want you being happy even more so, Cherish,” Fluttershy gently insists.

“Quite right!” Rarity says, then airily flounces her way towards the far end of the room. “Which is why I got you a little something extra! Think of it as a reward, darling! For all that you've gone through!”

“Let me guess...” You try your best to sound sarcastic. “A training bra with tiaras on it instead of butterflies?”

“!!!” Fluttershy gasps, clasping her hands together. “It's got butterflies on it?”

“Flutters...” Sunset chimes, stifling a laugh.

Rarity turns to face you—down her lengthy, invisible runway, like a femme high noon. She's holding something behind her back. “~Cherish~ Close your eyes, darling.”

You gulp. “Uhm...”

“Do no fret. You shall love this. I promise you.”

These new women in your life may be fond of teasing you. But you've learned enough about the whole gorgeous group to trust them with your life. After a quiet nod, you close your eyes and hold your breath.

The clatter of Rarity's heels intensifies in volume, and soon you feel sandwiched in the warmth of both hers and Fluttershy's closeness. Then something light-weight and leathery is placed gently in both of your palms.

“There. Now open them, dearie.”

You do as you're told—again. This time, however, the gasp of delight comes from your tender lungs. Your eyes grow into bright sapphires as your hands go numb, nearly dropping the gift bequeathed to you.

And that gift is a glossy black purse with a quilted surface. Each point of meeting seams is dotted with a tiny plastic pastel pink heart. They—along with a girlish bow made of felt pink fabric near the leftmost handle of the container—perfectly complement the tiny blouse-and-dress combo that you are so delicately packaged in. At first, you didn't really buy that someone like you could be sweet enough, pretty enough, and sugary enough to fit the ensemble that Rarity has made. But somehow right now—as you see a semblance of your breathless face reflected in the dark polish of the handbag, complete with subtle pink eyeshadow and rosy cheeks—you totally and completely believe that you are every bit the doll that they have purposed.

Or—much more heavenly true—that they have found.

“~Ta-daaaa~” Rarity's songlike voice is soft, breathy, and patient. She smiles at you with sisterly eyes. “We all know how much you adore purses, my dear. And we thought that... it was high time you got something of your own... one that you can show off...”

“One that you didn't order off of Amazon,” Sunset drones.

“Shhhh!” Rarity hisses at her, then smiles at you again. “We simply adore you, Cherish, and you make our lives so much more beautiful when you are around. I do hope it isn't too terribly much to ask that you... humor us like this on occasion? Hmmm? I know it may seem silly, but we do truly enjoy it. You, I mean. Especially the small things...”

You want to thank her. You want to look at her. But both things are impossible, on account of the tears squeezing out of both eyes.

“It's just so... s-so...” You whimper, close to sobbing. Your hands tremble to keep grasping the handbag. “... so girlyyy...”

“Oh heavens!” Rarity's voice cracks. “He's going to run his makeup! Fluttershy! Do something!”

“Oh gosh! Oh gosh!” You feel Fluttershy grasp the purse and rummage through it. “There are no tissues, Rarity! It's empty!”

“Well of course it is! It's not a used purse, you silly goose!”

“Quick, Fluttershy!” Pinkie squawks. “Lick Chi-Chi's face!”

“Not helping, Pinkie Pie—” Rarity growls.

“Everyone calm down,” Sunset drones, marching over. You smell her perfume tenfold as she hands you a handkerchief. “I've got this. Here you go, Cherish.”

Sniffling, fighting hyperventilation, you dab your eyes until the crisis is averted. As your vision clears, you notice the initials “T.S.” on Sunset's hankie, accompanied by a starry pattern—

“Soooo...” Sunset snatches the article back and stuffs it into an interior jacket pocket. She turns to smile at the others with folded arms. “...are we going out, or...?”

“Darn tootin' we're-a-scootin'!” Pinkie Pie yodels, already grabbing her shoes and tote bag. “Let's get to the mall! Stat! The Sprinkle Store is having a sale on candy corn! I gotta get an early jump on October!”

“Smashing!” Rarity exclaims, fast-walking across the house. “I'll fetch my things! Fluttershy, would you mind driving us?”

“Not at all!” Fluttershy stands up, lingering just long enough to give your shoulder a loving squeeze through the pink blouse. “Ready to come along?”

“But... uh... I...” You fidget noticeably. “In this?” You tug again at the short-short skirt. “It's just so... so...”

“Won't lie, Cherish...” Sunset scoops up her messenger bag from the nearby table. It's battlestations and every women is grabbing her handbag. “...you are super adorbs in that.”

“Heehee!” Pinkie nods. “Yeah! He'd fit right in at a Claire's!” She hops in place. “Oh! We should totally go there! Can we? Can we? Can we?”

“It's just that... I...” You brush a hand through your pixie blonde bangs. “...I-I've never worn something so... drafty in public before. It'll feel weird...”

“Weird as in... pretty?”

“Sunset—” But before you can begin to protest.

“Cherish...” Fluttershy leans over to smile face-to-face with you. “There's nowhere you can be safer than with us. I promise... we will take care of you.”

You look at her. Then you look at Sunset and Pinkie Pie.

They are also nodding, smiling yet sincere.

“I... I'll be safe...” You repeat. Breathily.

“Of course you'll be, darling!” Rarity shuffles back in, somehow dressed in a whole new outfit with matching bag for the outing. “Don't you know by now? You can be as pretty as you were born to be with us.”

You feel a new warmth come over you. You look up at Fluttershy, and that toastiness doubles as you hug your new bag to your chest and murmur: “C-can I take my new purse with me?”

“Heeheehee...” She kisses your forehead and beams. “Of course you can. Now hurry up and put your things inside!”

“What she said.” Rarity opens up a compact and spruces herself up at the last second. “A good lady is prepared.”

Stifling a squealing cheer, you rush off to do as you're told... once more. In the distance, you hear Pinkie chuckling: “If you think he's this emotional over a purse, wait until we buy him a pony!”

“Really?!” Fluttershy gasps.

“Hahaha!” Rarity punctuates her laughter with the clap of her compact closing. “Pinkie's just kidding, darling!”

Sunset grumbles as she marches out the apartment door first. “She'd better be...”