“She sounds even more Lady-like, than I had been expecting!” I realize.

“Rarity, the Rarity who owns the Carousel Boutique?” I inquire.

“Yes, that is indeed me!” she responds.

“I am looking for a suit, hoping you would craft it for me!” I start out, explaining.

“A suit; that is something I can do! What did you have in mind?” she inquires, curiosity peaked.

“An ensemble, fetish!” I start.

“Interesting! Filly fetish? Glossy and elastic? Seamless, I take it!” she probes.

“Exactly, would that be possible?” I respond.

“Every filly is coming to my boutique; since my sister, Sweetie Belle found that suit I had made for her!” Rarity ponders; “She did not know of it, when I had crafted it for her; but it certainly did come out perfectly!” she continues.

“Indeed, perfectly! I will just need a few measurements, to work with!” she explains.

“Oh, yes; the measurements, of course!” I respond.

“Right this way, please!” she instructs me, as she leads me to the back-room behind the sales-area.

I notice her horn lighting up, just before she is opening the door. I eagerly follow her into the room. Once we’re both in the room; she silently closes the door behind us and we’re finally together in the intimate privacy, behind the door.

“I had not quite expected, to be so fortunate as to see you in private!” I mumble.

“I have heard these very words, from so many fillies the last few months!” she responds; batting her eyelashes, giggling.

Rarity is flirtatious, to the point, but she does not overdoing it, for nothing.

“What measurements do you need?” I inquire, casually scanning the room, enjoying the view of a few sketches adorning the walls of the room.

Of course, this is when I notice that her horn never really powered down, as one should have been expecting. Her horn clearly aglow, but with no trace as to where her focus and magic is.

“Let us start, with the measurements, and details of the suit you had in mind!” she points out, matter of fact.

“I think I want my suit to be, just a little bit dramatic. A sleeve-less full-body suit, with four full-length stockings; sounds like the idea!” I respond.

“That is a start; any trims, accents or accessories to go with your suit?” she inquires.

“Could I get the suit, with the impression of boots to the stockings, or a collar with attachable leash for the suit?” I respond, looking pleadingly up towards the seamstress.

Or, is it a Mistress I am pleading to?

“That could be arranged, if this is what you desire! Please, go on; I do need a few more details, before I can start sketching up your suit!” she urges me on.

“Oh? Marvelous. Metallic, bloody red hooves; then the collar needs to be pitch black, with a glistering, high gloss finish!” I elaborate; “Oh, and I need the collar to be marked Pet!” I add, almost as an afterthought.

While I am busy, distracted by picturing the suit she was crafting for me; she was taking all the critical measurements, including the most private and intimate details for the suit. Of course, she is also sketching images of the suit; such as she is imagining, my suit looking.

While I watch her sketching and drawing out the details; a Ponequine behind my back, is slowly taking on the guise of me. This is how she intends to craft the suit, the ensemble such as I am guiding her to make it look. She is just giving me a few extra accessories, I had never known I wanted.

“For some extra flare, how about inch-wide, white trims for the suit and stockings? If you want the engraved leash to read; Pet, you may like it an inch thick and two inches wide!” she explains.

“I certainly do love these ideas, why didn’t I think of this? I guess this is exactly why I came to you, Rarity!” I respond.

“You would not believe; just how many fillies just like you, saying exactly that!” she offers me.

“All of them?” I suggest, bravely.

Not that I would have believed; but it makes sense, now as I consider the situation.

“How did you know?" she inquires.

"No way!” I exclaim, in disbelief.

“That is, what they all said, too!" she responds; "But alas, back to the process of designing your suit!" she concludes.

"Oh, of course!” I respond, somewhat relieved.

"Let us see, if I got this correct!” Rarity begins "A black Filly Fetish suit; the metallic bloody red Equine hooves for boots, the inch-wide white trim and the two inch wide, inch thick collar with Pet engraved!" she concludes.

"Anything I missed, or any further detail you would like to add or adjust?” she inquires.

"That does look about right!” I respond, to the initial question.

“A bit old-fashioned!” I ponder, as I see her sketching; “But, at least she is not holding a quill in her mouth, as she works!” I continue.

After a few minutes, she is collecting the best and most recent of the drawings; before she lines them up on the table, before me.

“I enjoy feeling the material and fabrics!” she explains, as she notices my glances.

“Oh, I guess that does make sense!” I respond.

“Now, take a close look at these; then tell me, what you think!” she instructs me, to the point.

One by one, I am examining the sketches and drawings; these are all the same suit, but there are clearly distinct difference I could see. I just need to be careful, in order to pick the differences up on the details.

“This one!” I exclaim; pointing out one particular image, after careful consideration.

It is not, as if the choice had been easy, but this is the one best painting the picture I had in mind. If only I had picked up, on the details hidden under the surface of the black silicon? Oh, yes; Silicon, not Rubber.

For all I knew, the distinctions are far too vague, and the materials should have been inter-changeable. Are they not? Smooth, glossy and highly elastic. What more could I possibly have been asking for?

“Then I will go ahead, crafting the suit for you!” she offers; “I know she will be surprised, as she is finding the extras; but she will love them, just as she will be incapable of making herself pulling herself out of it!” Rarity ponders, giggling inwardly at the image.

“Yes, of course; and I am looking forwards to see and wear this suit, as soon as it is ready for me!” I respond.

I had never asked about the price, knowing rarity for the generous mare she is.

“This will take me a while, I suggest you have something to eat; unless you had other activities planned!” she explains, rather generously.

“I had planned to visit the Spa; but Lunch would be just right, right now!” I conceded.

“I would recommend the Sugar-cube Corner, unless you prefer the fancier dishes!” she points out.

“Sugar-cube Corner? Is that by any chance the Ginger-bread house I saw on my way here?” I inquire.

“Exactly! The very same!” she explains.

“Fillies your age love the place, and the mare serving there!” she then elaborates.

“I guess I will try that; since you are recommending it!” I respond.

Since I had given her all the details, she needs; I was slowly moving towards the door, and she opens to door for me.

“I will see you, when the suit is ready!” she points out.

“Thank you, once again; Rarity, I certainly will be back, by then!” I respond.

“Welcome back!” she offers, as I trot through the boutique, towards the exit.

“Wonder if it is Pinkie Pie, she was talking about?” I ponder; as I exit the carousel, on my way to the cafe.

Maybe I could or should have asked, but I will learn soon enough.

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