“Hey girls,” said Sweetie Belle, as she opened their room door and her bosom squeezed on through. “Everything going okay?”

“As well as can be,” said Scootaloo, tossing her hair out of her face as she read over a book on Griffon politics. “Geez, this stuff is messed up.”

“Anything come in the mail for me today?”

“Nope,” said Applebloom, biting into an apple slice in the kitchen. “Just, a package.”

Sweetie Belle’s ears perked up. “Is it-“

“Eeyup.”

And with that, the redhead skipped across the room and pulled a brown-paper package out from under her bed.

All over the package, there were multiple stamps reading Fragile, and Created at Carousel Boutique.

“She’s been waiting to spring it on you all afternoon,” said Scootaloo, tossing her book aside. “So come on, open it up and let’s see the goods!”

“Hold yer horses,” said Sweetie Belle. “Let me get comfortable first.”

And with that, she removed her light jacket and then her top.

“I’ve been waiting all day to do that,” she sighed, tossing the clothing onto a chair, before going over to the fridge and getting herself some orange juice.

After a few hearty gulps, she began to unwrap her package.

Once the brown paper was removed, the three were staring at a pristine white box with a shiny purple Carousel Boutique logo. Removing the top, the three found themselves looking at a shimmering red dress, neatly folded into the package’s dimensions, with a white envelope sitting on top with For Sweetie Belle written in swooping purple letters.

“Of course she wouldn’t just send the dress without including a message,” smiled Sweetie Belle.

Opening the envelope, she unfolded the fancy stationary and began to read (in a voice as much like her sister’s as possible):

Dearest Sistsr Sweetie Belle,

I hope my latest work of art makes you the “Sweetie Belle of the Ball” (see what I did there? Isn’t it cute!?).

Dazzle your way through the night, and maybe into that handsome stallion’s heart!

Best Wishes and All my Love,

Rarity

P.S. I would love to see some pictures of the two of you before you go to the dance!

After she finished reading the letter, she could see mischievous grins plastered across her friends’ faces.

“Typical Rarity,” said Sweetie, rolling her eyes. “Always overreading everything!”

“So we’re not gonna be bridesmaids anytime soon?” Pouted Scootaloo.

“Har-har-har. I’ve told you two, I like Chrome, I don’t, like-like him, in…’that way.’”

“And how sure of that are ya?” asked Applebloom. “Like, on a scale of one to a-hundred?”

“Look, you two wanna help me try this thing on to see if it fits or not?” asked Sweetie Belle, yanking the dress out of the box, causing the packaging to fall to the floor.

“Of course we do,” said Applebloom. “Cutie Mark Crusader Dress-fitters! Yay!”

In truth, Sweetie Belle putting on her dress was a one-pony job, but she welcomed her friends’ help.

It didn’t take long before she was wearing it, and the three moved over to the full-length mirror that was hanging on the outside of the bathroom door.

Even without make-up, Sweetie Belle had to admit she looked gorgeous.

The material Rarity had used seemed to shimmer like satin, but seemed a little like velvet in how it caught the light from the room.

From the waist down, a smooth skirt fell to slightly below her knees. Fortunately, there was enough room that when she did a small twirl, the skirt rose up just to mid-thigh, before settling back down.

Apparently, Rarity figured her sister needed enough room to move when dancing, but still needed the length to protect her modesty.

Scootaloo mentioned that she was surprised Rarity hadn’t included a sash or something to wrap around Sweetie Belle’s waist, but it seemed that Rarity had most likely figured given how large her sister’s chest was, a sash wasn’t needed.

Shoulder straps led down to an open-back that gave a generous view of her milky-white skin, and an even more spacious amount of cleavage in the front. Sweetie Belle had given herself an extra milking a few days before, but her breasts still felt rather confined, rising up out of the opening like dough.

“Guess I grew a few inches since I was measured,” she blushed, looking at herself from the rear in the mirror, and seeing the sides of her chest framing her waist. “Though she really didn’t need to drop the back down so low. I can’t wear a regular bra in this thing. Guess I’ll need to use one of the backless ones Rarity made me for Christmas.”

“Hey, there’s somethin’ here on the floor,” said Applebloom, picking up a clear plastic pouch with something white inside it. “Must have been packed in underneath.”

“A purse maybe?” asked Scootaloo.

Opening it up, the three found out that it was actually a faux-fur wrap in brilliant white. Scootaloo helped her friend into it, and the girls soon realized that it didn’t seem “big enough.” It did a decent enough job covering Sweetie’s upper-arms and shoulders, but there was not enough material to cover her exposed cleavage.

“So, not a purse,” said Sweetie Belle. “Looks like I’ll need to do some shopping for a clutch that matches the dress.”

“Ah don’t think this is gunna do much to keep you warm,” noted Applebloom, giving the wrap a little tug.

“Oh Applebloom, DAH-ling,” said Sweetie Belle, breaking into an impression of her sister, “you farm ponies worry TOO MUCH about modesty! A cultured pony would know that one should be modest…but, if you got it, FLAUNT IT!!”

Scootaloo and Applebloom just burst into laughter as Sweetie pursed her lips and began to strut around the room, exaggeratedly wagging her hips from side-to-side, and shifting her chest about. Unfortunately, this soon caused her left breast to pop out of her dress!

“I guess anything with a good beat is off-limits,” chuckled Scootaloo, watching her friend “re-fill” her dress. “I doubt even your backless bra would be of much help.”

“I’m not sure how much dancing we’ll do,” said Sweetie. “Though I wouldn’t be averse to some slow-dancing.”

“Siiigghhhhh,” moaned Applebloom, before Sweetie gave her a smack on her applebottom. “Hey!”

“Even so, better make sure he behaves himself,” said Scootaloo. “Just let us know later if he gets outta line.”

“I trust him to be a gentlecolt,” said Sweetie Belle, “but rest assured, I will tell you both. Now, let’s get me out of this dress. I’m gonna give it a good cleaning, and then put it away until the big day.”

As she said this, a sudden idea flashed through Applebloom’s head, and she started giggling to herself.

“Okay Applebloom,” said Scootaloo, “what are you up to now?”

“Ah wuz jist thinking,” smiled Applebloom, “how we could have a little fun with Chrome before the big day.”

“Well come on,” said Sweetie. “Spill it, apple-tart!”

A few minutes later, Sweetie Belle’s face had turned to a look of disgust.

“Applebloom, I expected better from you. That is a very naughty thing to consider doing to Chrome Shield, and I think Applejack would think so too.”

“Gosh Sweetie Belle,” replied her friend. “I didn’t think it was-“

“Let’s do it!”

The next time Sweetie Belle saw Chrome in class, she informed him that she was worried about the upcoming dance.

While he assured her everything would be alright, she claimed that her sister was having trouble getting her dress made in time.

“Apparently, the special fabric she ordered is taking longer than expected to make,” she said. “I tried to get her to consider another type, but, you know how stubborn she can be. It has to be a particular fabric that she has her heart set on.”

“Well, maybe my Mom can help,” he offered. “She’s done sewing for our family since I was little. I’m sure she could make you something nice.”

“No, that’s okay,” said Sweetie. “That’s really too much trouble to go to.”

“It’s no trouble. I would just need your measurements and-“

“My measurements?” she asked, looking aghast. “You want me to give you my measurements?”

“H-hey,” he said, trying to backtrack, “I didn’t mean anything bad by it, I-I was just trying to help, I-I-I’ll just trust Rarity can finish it on time, okay?”

“Something you need to know, Chrome Shield,” said Sweetie as Twilight Sparkle and Spike walked into the room, “never ask a pony what her measurements are.”

She then skooched down a few seats, and did her best to hide the mischievous grin on her face.

And so it went.

For the next few weeks, Sweetie Belle and her friends kept up the charade whenever they encountered Chrome on campus.

Even during some of their magic lessons, Sweetie would drop little details here or there about problems, and Chrome was totally trusting of what she said.

And meanwhile, the lovely dress and wrap hung on an ornate hanger in the dorm room closet, waiting for it’s big moment.

When there was a week left before the event, Sweetie Belle dropped the bombshell to Chrome, claiming that her sister wasn’t going to be able to deliver the dress on time.

“They won’t get the material until three days before the dance,” she moaned, “But don’t worry, I’ll have something presentable to wear to the dance. You’ll see. The girls and I will come up with something nice.”

“I’m sure you will,” smiled Chrome. “And you don’t need to apologize. You’ll look good in anything.”

“Oh you flatterer,” she blushed.

And then, the big day finally arrived.

“Think it looks good?” asked Sweetie as she came out of the bathroom. “Not too much mascara?”

“You look fine,” said Applebloom. “I think yer all set.”

“I wonder if I need to synch the body-band for my bra in a little bit,” said Sweetie, reaching inside her dress and pulling the cups up some more. “Feels like they’re just gonna slide right out.”

“I didn’t think it was possible to make your hair even curlier,” said Scootaloo, coming up behind her and poking the pink and purple curls. “I suddenly have a hankering for some cotton candy!”

“Hey, cut it out!”

“No, I want me some sugar!”

And soon, she was chasing her friend around trying to bite her hair, as Applebloom laughed.

“No, no!” Giggled Sweetie Belle. “Stay away!”

“Nom-nom-nom!”

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and the three quieted down.

“You ready?” whispered Sweetie Belle, as she took her position.

The two nodded, as Scootaloo moved to the kitchen, and Applebloom went to the door.

“Who is it?” She cheerfully asked.

“It’s Chrome,” came a familiar voice.

“Chrome who?”

“You know who it is. You three are so loud I heard you clear down the hall.”

“Well, we put together what we could for Sweetie Belle. Hope you like it.”

And with that, she opened the door.

Standing in the hallway was the dark-blue stallion, in a formal jacket and pants. Underneath the jacket were several buttons and golden loops, with an overlaid sash that was colored like Princess Celestia’s mane.

The girls could easily see his golden eyes going wide as he saw Sweetie Belle standing in the center of the room in her dress. It was also very faint, but Applebloom could swear she saw some swelling down his left pant-leg.

“Wow!” he said, almost stumbling into the room. “That’s incredible! I didn’t know you three had the kind of skills to pull off something like-“

“GOTCHA!!!” cried out all three fillies at the same time, before the laughter ensued.

The grin on Chrome’s face was quickly replaced with a look of discontent.

“Rarity made that, didn’t she?” he muttered, as he closed the open door behind him. “Ho-ho-ho, ve-ry fun-ny, ve-ry fun-ny. You three should take your little act on the road.”

“I’m sorry,” said Sweetie Belle, as her face drooped, and she moved towards him. “Applebloom and Scootaloo put me up to it.”

“Hey come on,” whined Scootaloo.

“I told you girls it wasn’t nice to tease him like that. You’re not mad, are ya Chrome?”

As she approached him, Chrome found himself backing into the door, before soon, her chest was pressing and smooshing against his jacket and decorations.

Chrome was peering into her eyes as her chest pressed further against him and her sad face filled his vision. He could smell the perfume wafting off of her, making his cock thicken even more! He was afraid he was going to mess up his dress-pants, when it all clicked inside his head, and he fought back his horniness.

“Cut the malarkey, liar,” he said. “This is just another trick.”

Sweetie Belle’s face suddenly went from shocked, to huffy. “How dare you, Chrome Shield!” she cried out, and with a loud clopping of hooves, she stalked off to the bathroom, and slammed the door!

“Have a good time dancing by yourself, cadet!” came her voice from behind the door.

“The joke ended two minutes ago,” he called out. “You better quit while you’re ahead.”

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Sweetie Belle leaned against the doorframe, dramatically causing her hair and chest to bounce and flounce about.

“Curses!” she cried out dramatically, before blowing a tuft of hair out of her face.

“So, are we going to the dance, or is there dinner with this show?” He asked, looking at his wristwatch. “I see we’re not short on nuts.”

“Alright,” she said, strutting out of the bathroom. “If you insist, Mr Shield.”

“Wait a moment,” said Scootaloo, picking up a camera. “We need to take pictures, remember?”

“And whose idea was this?” he asked, looking around the room at the three of them.

“Rarity’s” Sweetie Belle replied.

“Yeah, right.”

“No really, she wants pictures. This isn’t part of the act.”

Because of how large her chest was, the two stood in several different, “formal” poses.

“Okay, I think that should do,” said Scootaloo. “We can get these developed once we use up the rest of the film.”

After helping his date into her wrap, Sweetie Belle picked up her clutch and then gave each of her girlfriends a squishy hug. Chrome was allowed to hug them too, and as the trio noisily said their goodbyes, he closed the door to the room.

The two headed down the hallway towards the stairs. Soon they were outside as a cool breeze blew past, and a bright moon and stars shone overhead.

“So, Cadet Shield,” she said, holding out her hand. “Where to?”

But instead of responding, he just stood there, looking somewhat peeved.

“I’m sorry if we took that too far. But the joking’s over, Pinkie Promise. Cross my-“

“Alright,” he said, his expression softening as he took her hand. “You’re lucky I know you can’t break a Pinkie Promise.”

And with that, they began walking towards Canterlot Castle, it’s illuminated towers beckoning in the distance.

Author's Note

This chapter was very unexpected, as I went right into working on it when stuff from chapter 12 got pushed over due to extra talking points between Sweetie Belle and Chrome Shield that ended up needing more space.

Probably not since the Halloween chapters have the trio of girls taken center stage for the story. Bringing back their mischievousness surrounding the dress and getting ready for the dance was something that just made my fingers fly across the keys.

One habit I have is giving Applebloom a lot of the best lines, and pushing Scootaloo to the back. I tried to remedy that by giving each of them some decent moments (like Scootaloo chasing Sweetie Belle around trying to munch on her hair).

I did wonder if maybe they went a bit too far in teasing Chrome, though I like to assume Sweetie Belle gauged that he wouldn’t get upset or angry at them.