Sartorial Authenticity

by GentlemanPonyographer

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Main 7 (EqG), Rarity (EqG), Porn, Comedy, Romance, Applejack (EqG), Equestria Girls
Length: 5659

When the girls need themed outfits for a costume party, Rarity is more than happy to oblige, providing ensembles that are stylish AND historically accurate, down to the underwear! Or ... lack thereof.

When the girls need themed outfits for a costume party, Rarity is more than happy to oblige. And so, in order to transform her best friends into a living pantheon of Greek goddesses, Rarity creates ensembles that stylish AND historically accurate, down to the underwear!

Or lack thereof.

Published 2020-05-19 22:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-06-14 19:36:54 UTC

Chapter 1

“Toga! Toga! Toga!” Pinkie Pie bounced around the Rarity's workshop, even more excitable than usual. The rest of her friends lazed around the room, waiting for their own fittings for the evening's costume party. For once, Pinkie Pie wasn't the one throwing it-- apparently, Vinyl Scratch's parents were out of town, at which point she had immediately invited the entirety of the just-graduated senior class over for one last post-graduation, pre-college bash. Costumes required.

Rarity rubbed at the bridge of her nose. “For the last time, Pinkie-- it's a chiton. Togas are Roman. We're going for Greek.”

“Same difference, right?” Pinkie Pie said. “Buncha bedsheets and sandals and stuff?”

“Hmf!” Rarity held up a square of immaculate-white linen, embroidered with gold-colored thread around the edge. “While the Romans certainly did draw artistic inspiration from the ancient Greeks, there are still notable differences between the two. And I shall settle for nothing less than perfection in my craft, you know that.”

“Technically, we're dressing up like Greek mythology.” Twilight looked up from her sci-fi paperback. “So doesn't that give us a little bit of, uh, artistic license?”

“Perhaps.” Rarity said. “But I also have an artistic vision.” Rarity said. “Inspiration, even-- which is how I was able to put all these costumes together under such short notice.”

“Thanks again for that, by the way.” Sunset Shimmer said.

“Don't thank me yet, darling. As the costumes won't be complete until I make a few final touches. And I can't make those touches until you put them on. And you can't put them on when you won't stop moving. Pinkie.”

“Oh! Right!” Pinkie Pie zipped over to Rarity's sewing machine, then gently ran her fingers over the fabric. “Ooooo. Pretty.” She paused, then glanced up at Rarity. “Buuuuut, uh-- how do I put it on?”

“Ah, of course-- you're used to modern fashion. Here, I can show you--”

“Okie dokie!” Pinkie Pie said, and immediately peeled out of her t-shirt, revealing a polka-dotted bra valiantly holding her ample chest in place.

Rarity blinked, and her cheeks began to turn redder as she found her field of vision filled by Pinkie's abundant decolletage. “I, ah ... I do have a privacy screen, for such matters--”

“Why bother?” Pinkie Pie wriggled out of her jeans, next, revealing a matching set of polka-dotted boxer shorts. “It's just like they say-- what's a little booty between friends?” She proceeded to bend over and wiggle her butt at the rest of the room.

“I, uh ... I don't think anybody says that.” Applejack said.

“Well, they should!” Pinkie Pie noted. “Besides, we've only got like two hours before the costume party, so why waste time?”

“She, um. She might have a point.” Fluttershy bit her lower lip and pulled Rarity's cat Opal closer against her chest.

“Eh, not like we haven't seen Pinkie's butt before anyway.” Rainbow Dash said with a little shrug.

“Well, alright then.” Rarity said. “I just thought I'd offer you the option, that's all.” Rarity pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, then set about getting to work. She draped the soft linen over Pinkie's body and carefully pinned the fabric in place in a precise imitation of a classical sculpture. Rarity's needle-calloused fingers briefly grazed over her friend's plush curves, eliciting a bubbly giggle from the party girl. A sash of pink, matched carefully to Pinkie's hair, went around her waist, cinching in the chiton in a manner that accented the swell of her heavy breasts. The hem of the chiton's 'skirt' stretched about halfway down Pinkie Pie's thick thighs, more than enough to render her decent-- so long as she stood still. Rarity moved to Pinkie's hair, next, braiding a length of plastic ivy and a few plastic grapes into the wild tangle of her mane.

“I'm telling you, Pinkie, you'll make a wonderful Dionysus, and--” She trailed off as she got a second look at the costume. “Oh. Oh no. We're ruined! Ruined! How could I have made such a foolish mistake?”

“What?” Pinkie Pie blinked, blithe but supportive.

“Augh! I should have known!” Rarity reeled back, as if struck. “I was so concerned about finding just the right sort of linen that I hadn't considered the implications--”

“What are you talking about?”

“Pinkie--” Rarity sniffled, and clasped her friend's hands in her own. “The fabric is too thin. I ... I can see your underwear.”

“You can?” Pinkie Pie said, and looked down at herself. Sure enough, the bright polka-dots of her bra and boxers stood out incongruously beneath the diaphanous fabric. “Is that all? Guess I just won't wear underpants, then!” And with that, Pinkie Pie hitched up the hem of her chiton and pulled down her boxers, at which point she tossed them across the room. Soon her bra followed suit as Pinkie somehow managed to wriggle out of it without disturbing the careful pleating of her chiton.

“Woo!” Pinkie Pie bounced in place, causing her chest to wobble. With her underwear gone, the thin linen clung even more closely to her voluptuous form, tenting around the points of her stiff nipples. “Wow, this is a lot more comfortable! Not to mention historically accurate! I mean, not like ancient Greekland had elastic, am I right?”

“That is ... technically correct, I suppose.” Rarity ceded.

“Yay! The best kind of correct!” Pinkie said.

“But I can't ask any of you to attend a party exposed like that.” Rarity shook her head, and sniffed again. “I'm sorry, I've ruined everything-- you'll all be better off just getting cheap masks from the dollar store. Just leave me here, so I may wallow in my failuuuuuure!” The seamstress broke into full sobs, throwing herself backwards onto a conveniently placed couch.

“But what if we want to go like this? I mean, I don't mind! And I bet everybody else won't, either!” Pinkie Pie looked meaningfully over her shoulder at the rest of her friends. “Right, guys?”

A brief silence fell over Rarity's workshop.

“Y'know what, you can just call me Arnie, 'cause I'm goin' commando.” Rainbow Dash finally said. “Or, ooh-- maybe we could all just go as different Arnold Schwarzeneggers instead? I could be Commando Arnie, Applejack could be Conan Arnie, Pinkie Pie could be, like ... Jingle All the Way Arnie, and--”

“--I think the Greek thing may be the better idea.” Sunset Shimmer said. “I mean, Pinkie does look comfortable. And it's not like ponies bothered wearing much back where I'm from.”

“While there is evidence that the ancient Greeks sometimes did wear loincloths or chest-wrappings, it'd probably be just as historically accurate to go without.” Twilight fiddled with her glasses to cover her blush.

“Or, um. Aren't there a lot of statues and paintings and other culturally important works of art where the Greek gods are, y'know ... naked?” Fluttershy murmured from behind a curtain of pink hair. “Not that I'm saying we should. You know. Be naked. Even if it might be really, um, liberating. And naughty. Libernaughty. But if everyone else is wearing Rarity's costumes I don't want them to go to waste.”

“Aw hell.” Applejack shook her head. “Says somethin' that this ain't gonna be the craziest outfit y'all corralled us into, Rarity.”

Rarity sat up and dabbed tears from the corner of her eye with a silk handkerchief. “Wait ... so you're all telling me that you still want to wear my costumes, even if they're ... scandalous?”

“Nope!” Pinkie Pie plopped down beside Rarity and draped an arm around her shoulders. “We're telling you that we want to wear these costumes because they're scandalous! Now c'mon everybody! Strip down, so Rarity can get you dressed up!”

And just like that, Rarity switched from 'melodramatic breakdown' to 'whirlwind professional.' She flitted from one friend to the next, adorning them-- transforming them –until they were properly divine. The filmy, semi-transparent chitons did wonders to highlight her friends' bodies, each perfect in its own way. The linen clung to curves in some places, and draped loosely in others. The semi-transparent nature of the fabric offered tantalizing peeks at the young women beneath: glimpses that each of them was more than happy to offer, by the way things were going.

And as impressive as that was, Rarity was most proud of the props she'd acquired for each costume. A winged helmet and sandals for Rainbow's Hermes. A bow and a quiver of blunted arrows for Fluttershy's Artemis. A crested helmet and a stuffed owl for Twilight's Athena (the helmet even fit on over her glasses). Sunset Shimmer's Apollo got a small harp. Finally, Applejack's Demeter was crowned with a bough of spring flowers and wheat-stalks.

As Rarity pinned fabric or braided hair, she couldn't help but get a little thrill from it. There was the satisfaction of a job well done, of course-- but the knowledge that every piece of her friends' costumes, down to the underwear (or, more specifically, the lack thereof) was her doing just added new spice to it. It was as if her friends had become her willing toys, pliant dolls to be decorated and displayed however she saw fit--

“Uh. Earth to Rarity?” Applejack snapped her fingers in front of Rarity's eyes, at which point the fashionista realized she'd been staring at the solid musculature of the farmgirl's shoulders for ... quite some time.

“Oh! Right. Sorry. Just, uh ... spaced out there for a moment, that's all.” She drew her hands away from Applejack's (lovely, freckled) skin as if she'd been scalded. “Easy to lose track of things when you're busy, you know?”

“Mmmmhm.” Applejack said. “Just like gettin' in the zone in the middle of the harvest.”

“Something like that?” Rarity offered. She glanced over at her other friends-turned-goddesses, who happily showed off their new outfits for each other, like something out of a classical painting (if one could ignore their smartphones). “But ... it's worth it, I'd say.”

“I dunno if I'd speak so soon, Rarity.” Applejack said. “I mean, you ain't even got your costume on yet.”

“Oh!” Rarity looked down at her decidedly contemporary blouse-and-skirt combo. “I suppose you're right. I'd better get my own costume on before the party.”

“Which one of these old-timey ladies you gonna be?” Applejack reached up and fiddled with one of the delicate flowers braided into her blonde hair.

“Isn't it obvious?” Rarity smiled as she started to undo her blouse. “I shall be Aphrodite.”

Chapter 2

“Welp Rarity, ya done outdid yourself.” Applejack said. “We're overdressed and underdressed, all at the same time.”

The seven girls-turned-goddesses clustered together in a corner of Vinyl Scratch's expansive backyard, looking out at the party (which in turn hadn't noticed them yet). There were dozens of teenagers present, most of whom wore Halloween leftovers. None of their improvised costumes had the style or craftsmanship of Rarity's handiwork-- and none of them showed so much skin, either. Though at least there were a few close calls in that regard: a few other young men and women just wore domino masks or animal-ear headbands with their swimsuits as they cavorted in the backyard pool.

“There's probably a German word for that.” Twilight's voice echoed inside her crested helmet. “For being overdressed and underdressed at the same time, that is. Maybe I should look that up--” she unlocked her phone, only for Pinkie to pluck it out of her hand.

“Remember what Vinyl Scratch said in the invite, Twilight! No phones! That means we can all get super freaky, and there won't be any record of it! Woo!”

“I, uh ... I guess you're right.” Twilight fidgeted with her now-empty hands. “Not like we've got anywhere to even put them anyway ... “

“The ancient Greeks didn't have cellular telephones.” Rarity noted, primly.

“Which is why everybody else left theirs in the car.” Pinkie nodded. “I'll go put yours with everyone else's! Bee-Arr-Bee!” And with that, she bounced off down the driveway.

“Guess it's too late to turn back now, huh?” Twilight ran her hands over her thin linen shift, inadvertently making it cling to her slim, shapely form. “Even if it is a little ... drafty.”

“I, um. I kind of like it.” Fluttershy murmured from the back of the group. “Feels freeing.”

“At least it's better than those weird fruit costumes Rarity put together for the holiday card.” Rainbow Dash said.

“Thank you, Rainbow.” Rarity muttered. “But ... hmf, honestly, I'm ... embarrassed. Not for the ... revealing nature of these costumes, even if it was a little ... more than I'd intended. But ... well, for everyone else. I mean, look at them!” She swept a bangle-decorated hand over the yard. “Is that boy wearing a garbage bag? Honestly. If I'd known, I would've made costumes for everyone.”

“So you could see everybody's butt hanging out? Dang, Rarity. You're a freak.” Rainbow Dash laughed, then darted out of arm's reach.

“That's not what I-- nevermind!” Rarity huffed, and strode forward. “Let's just have a good time at this party, hm? And stay out of the pool, whatever you do. This fabric's thin enough that it'll practically turn transparent once it gets wet, in which case you might as well not even have bothered with a costume to begin with.”

“Oh my.” Fluttershy bit at her lower lip.

“Now then, ladies-- let's make an entrance, shall we?”

And they did.

Rarity held her chin up high as she swept into the party, carrying herself with the divine poise of an ancient love-goddess. A warm breeze ruffled the hem of her chiton, and pressed its pleats against Rarity's flawless, ivory-white skin. Despite the warm summer temperatures, the peaks of her nipples still tented the soft fabric, as each step rubbed the soft linen against the sensitive nubs. She at least took solace in the fact she'd shaved that very morning-- any purple hair at the apex of her legs would have stood out against the filmy fabric, should the light hit it the right way.

Which, at least at that moment, it didn't. Vinyl Scratch's backyard was dimly lit by chains of hanging deck lights, offering more ambiance than illumination. Most of the partiers clustered around the pool, while Vinyl Scratch herself held court from behind a stack of speakers, turntables, and mixers. The DJ wore a hooded set of unicorn pajamas with the zipper pulled down low enough to show a deep v of pale flesh beneath. As Rarity and her pantheon/entourage entered, Vinyl Scratch waved their way, then cued up a new song: a bombastic techno-remix of an old sword-and-sandal movie's theme song.

The partiers looked over, then cheered at the newcomers. Rarity smiled, any trepidation she might've had from her scandalous attire instantly melting away at the applause. After all, Rarity knew even the most outlandish of outfits (or perhaps lack thereof, in her case) could be pulled off as long as one owned it. And so, with a flip of her carefully coiled hair, she strode forward. She made a quick circuit of the party, greeting friends and acquaintances. Apart from a few blushing, lingering glances, most of the other partiers didn't seem to find Rarity's revealing outfit all that out of the ordinary. Had she been the only one in such revealing attire, it would've been embarrassing. But with her best friends matching her style, Rarity had established a trend. And so, Rarity and her friends split off into little pairs and trios, circulating amongst the other costumed teenagers.

“Hey Rarity, want a drink?” Applejack asked as she rummaged through a large cooler not too far from Vinyl Scratch's DJ podium. As the farmer-turned-farm-goddess bent over, the back of her skirt rode up, revealing her tight, toned ass.

Rarity bit her lower lip, and stepped in closer, all the better to block the other partygoers' view of Applejack's rear. Rarity clenched her fingers, momentarily wondering what it would be like to run her palm over the curve of Applejack's--

“Uh. Iced tea, if you please.”

“Comin' right up!” Applejack stood, a bottle of iced tea in one hand, and an obligatory cider in the other.

“Thank you, darling.” Rarity carefully took the cold bottle, and flicked some of the moisture from it. She supposed a fancy goblet of some kind would have fit her costume better, but there was no helping that now. “And like I said before, do be careful about getting your chiton wet. Unless you're feeling, ah, exhibitionistic.”

“Right now, I'm just feelin' thirsty.” Applejack twisted the cap off her cider and took a long swig.

Rarity's gaze briefly fell to Applejack's chest, barely contained by the thin fabric of her gown. “You're not the only one.” She murmured, and then forced her eyes to her iced tea, which she opened. The cool, refreshing liquid was exactly what Rarity needed for her suddenly dry mouth.

“Hah, you're right there. It's gonna be a hot summer, I can feel it.” Applejack took another swig of her cider, then looked out over the party. “Almost enough to make me wish I'd brought my swimsuit. Don't think I've busted the trunks out since spring break.”

“You can blame Vinyl Scratch, I suppose-- her invitation asked everyone to come in costume, but didn't mention she had a pool.” Rarity sighed. “But, there's nothing to be done about it now, except--”

“CANNONBALL!”

Rarity spun around as she heard the familiar, exuberant voice shout. And sure enough, there was the pink blur of one Pinkamena Diane Pie, still in her Dionysus outfit, bouncing her way across the diving board before launching herself into the air.

Rarity gasped out a “Pinkie, no!” but it was too late.

The pink haired girl curled herself into a ball and splashed into the water. Cheers erupted from the rest of the crowd at the display. Pinkie Pie surfaced a second later, laughing. She lazily swam over to the side of the pool and climbed out.

Pinkie shook her head, and her frizzy, untamed hair sprung back into shape, throwing off the water. Her chiton, however, was far less resilient.

Soaked to the point of transparancy, the thin chiton clung to every inch Pinkie's heavy, jiggly tits. The circles of her areolas were plainly visible, thick nipples pressing against the wet, gauzy fabric. Almost every detail of Pinkie's body was left on display, from the curve of her belly, to the divot of her navel, to the swell of her hips.

“Pinkie!” Rarity gasped. “What are you doing? Didn't I tell you what would happen if you got your outfit wet?”

“Nope!” Pinkie Pie said with her usual blithe cheeriness.

“I know I-- wait. You were putting Twilight's phone in the car, weren't you?” Rarity rubbed at the bridge of her nose. “Now, just ... come with me and we'll see about finding you something else to wear.”

“Um. Why?” Pinkie Pie said.

“Oh. You haven't noticed, have you?” Rarity sighed, and took Pinkie's hand, attempting to tug her away from the edge of the pool-- and from the staring eyes of the rest of the party. “It's ... well, you might as well be nude right now, Pinkie.”

“I am?” Pinkie Pie looked down at herself, then tugged at her soaked chiton. “Huh! You're right! I might as well get naked!”

“That's not what I--”

“WOO!” In a flash, Pinkie Pie peeled out of her dress, then twirled the fabric around her head in a circle. She bounced on the balls of her feet, which caused the rest of her to bounce in turn. “Can ya hold on to this for a sec, Rarity?”

“Hold on to-- ah!” Rarity sputtered as Pinkie Pie tossed the sodden mess of her wadded up chiton to her. Rarity fumbled and caught it, instinctively clutching the bundle of wet fabric to her chest-- only to feel the cool water immediately start soaking into her own dress, a contrast to the hot blush rising in her cheeks.

“NAKED CANNONBALL!” Pinkie Pie cried, bounding towards the diving board once again, accompanied by a mixed chorus of gasps and cheers.

The one silver lining, Rarity realized was that Pinkie's streaking was even more distracting than usual, giving Rarity the opportunity to act before she gave the rest of the party an eyeful. And so, she quickly moved to cover herself with the closest thing available.

Applejack.

Rarity dashed behind the farmer, wrapping her arms around her waist. She pressed herself against Applejack's back. Her strong, warm, tantalizing--

Rarity cleared her throat.

“Uh, hi?” Applejack looked over her shoulder at the blushing fashionista.

“Applejack, I need you!” Rarity blurted, then added on, quickly: “To get me inside, that is. To find some dry clothing or a towel or somesuch.”

“I hear ya.” Applejack nodded. “Might as well make that two sets of dry britches, though. Y'all probably already got the back of this fancy-pants bedsheet wetter than a frog's elbow. Gonna moon the whole dang party if I ain't careful.”

“I ... oh.” Rarity glanced downward at her own soaked chest-- and the wadded up bundle of Pinkie's costume, now sandwiched between her belly and the small of Applejack's back. “Sorry?”

“Ain't nothin' to be done 'bout it. Now c'mon, let's go 'fore somebody thinks we've gotten glued together.”

And so, the two of them slipped into Vinyl Scratch's house, while the raucous party continued outside.

Chapter 3

With Pinkie Pie escalating the party outside, it was easy for Rarity and Applejack to slip into Vinyl Scratch's parents' house. Rarity clung to Applejack, trying not to dwell too much on the feel of solid, farm-honed muscle against her chest, and beneath her fingers. She could just barely feel the subtle lines of Applejack's tight abdomen, obscured only slightly through the linen of her chiton. It would be so easy to grab a handful of fabric, to hike it up and run her hand over the smooth skin beneath--

“You alright, sugarcube?”

“Oh! Ah, sorry!” Rarity glanced around, finding herself in a marble-tiled bathroom. She soon concluded that Applejack must have led her there while she was ... distracted. “I was just thinking of how we're going to salvage this, that's all.” She said.

“Welp, first thing's first, we should probably get outta this.” Applejack said.

“Ah. Yes. Of course.” Rarity took a step back, reluctantly releasing her grip around Applejack's waist. And, sure enough, she'd gotten the back of Applejack's chiton absolutely soaked, so that it jealously clung to the rounded curve of Applejack's perfectly-formed posterior. Rarity blushed harder, then forced her eyes upward, to Applejack's even more-enticing shoulders; strong, but somehow softer, on account of the cute little freckles dotting her back. Rarity watched those toned muscles move as Applejack started to pull the chiton over her head--

“Wait!” Rarity blurted. And before she knew it, she was stepping close again. “This is ... delicate fabric, not just one of your old flannel shirts. It'll be easier to salvage if I ... remove it for you.” Rarity paused, fingers hovering over a knotted sash. “May I?” she asked, mouth going dry again.

“Please.” Applejack said.

Normally, Rarity prided herself on her professionalism. The human form was merely the foundation for her art, something to be decorated and accented. But as she undid knots and removed strategically placed pins, Rarity found her hands moving faster with every inch of tanned skin she exposed. And then, before she knew it, Applejack's chiton fluttered off of her shoulders and fell to the tiled floor.

She turned around.

Rarity gasped.

Stripped bare, Applejack was a beauty. A vision. A goddess. Just to look at any given part of Applejack was to view perfection: long legs, strong arms, and a set of tits that threatened to make Rarity drool. A faint blush tinted the farmer's cheeks, a girlish little contrast to the subtle power contained in the rest of her body. Still, Applejack smiled, then leaned back against the bathroom's marble counter top. “Y'know Rarity, if you wanted to see me naked, you could've just asked.”

“I--” Rarity wrenched her eyes away from Applejack's heavy chest and began to blather out an apology--

Which is when Applejack kissed her.

Rarity gasped at the feel of soft lips upon hers, and tasted the last traces o Apple cider on them. She shivered, then grabbed hold of Applejack's bared hips, melting against Applejack's front, now, as she leaned into the kiss. Finally, she leaned back, gasping for breath, heart hammering through her chest.

“I ... didn't expect the evening to go this way.” Rarity said.

“Neither did I. But we might as well make the best of it, huh?”

“I admire your optim-- oh!” Rarity choked out a squeak of surprise as Applejack peeled the fashionista's soaked dress from her body. The transparent fabric didn't hide anything, but the sensation of Applejack's strong, calloused hands undressing her was enough to make Rarity shiver. Something near a growl escaped Rarity's throat as she leaned forward, trapping Applejack against the counter as she hungrily kissed her again.

Rarity savored the texture of Applejack's body, thrilling at the juxtaposition of a tensed, muscled leg with the soft give of Applejack's heavy chest. Rarity wriggled a hand between her body and her lover's, cupping her fingers between Applejack's legs.

Rarity leaned back for a moment, watching the expression on Applejack's face as she eased a finger between slick, needy folds. Applejack's eyes went wide, jaw dropping slightly as she felt Rarity tease her pussy. Only encouraged by Applejack's lust-addled expression, Rarity curled her finger within her lover, eliciting another moan. With the same, exacting finesse that Rarity applied to her work, she worked her digits within Applejack's needy sex, seeking out those places that made Applejack shiver harder, mewl louder. As Rarity moved her finger faster, Applejack's breathing matched her pace in panting, ragged gasps. The tension built up to a crescendo, then broke into thorough, relieved release. Applejack shook, shuddered, pussy clenching down on Rarity's finger to reap every bit of pleasure she could.

The farmer clutched the edge of the bathroom countertop, shivering. Her legs twitched, sending a handful of plastic cosmetic bottles clattering to the floor. Finally, Rarity slipped her hand out from between Applejack's legs and leaned forward to kiss her, gently easing her into relaxed, post-orgasmic exhaustion.

Rarity rested her forehead against Applejack's, and smiled. “I ... hope I didn't get too carried away?”

“Keep that up, and you can carry me anywhere, darlin'.” Applejack nuzzled in closer for a gentle, lazy kiss. The mere brush of Rarity's lips against hers revitalized the farmer, as she soon planted her sandaled feet on the floor, standing up. Powerful hands took hold of Rarity's soft rump, and Applejack effortlessly hefted her off of her feet. She carried Rarity a short few steps across the bathroom, then set Rarity down on a corner seat inside the shower stall. A gentle push eased Rarity's thighs apart, and Applejack sank down to her knees in front of her.

“Oh.” Rarity's heart beat faster as she looked down at the top of Applejack's head. Which, she noted, was just as perfect and beautiful as the rest of her. “Oh fuck.”

“Hm?” Applejack glanced up, a blush tinting her own cheeks. “You okay?”

“Darling Applejack, I am exquisite.” Rarity ran her fingers through Applejack's golden hair. “Now please-- ravish me.”

“Dunno nothin' 'bout ravishin', but I'm gonna get ya off.”

“That's what I-- oh!” Rarity trailed off into a lusty squeal, overwhelmed by the sensation of lips upon her soft, yielding sex. She clenched her fingers in Applejack's hair, desperately hanging on as jolts of pleasure surged through her body with each pass of Applejack's tongue. Wet, lewd sounds echoed from the tile bathroom walls as Applejack ate Rarity out, lavishing her folds with long, thorough licks.

Rarity draped her legs over Applejack's strong shoulders and pulled her in closer. The tip of Applejack's tongue curled upward, moving to Rarity's swollen, needy clit. At that touch to her fleshy, sensitive nub, Rarity moaned. Applejack made a muffled, content-sounding sound in reply, then redoubled her efforts, flicking her tongue back and forth, each time sending a new wave of pleasure through Rarity's trembling form.

She came.

Repeatedly.

Whimpering in pleasure, Rarity bit her knuckles, forcing herself not to scream. Applejack kept going all the while, lips playing at Rarity's now oversensitive pussy, to the point where the merest brush of Applejack's tongue sent a fresh orgasm coursing through Rarity's pleasure-wracked body. Finally, desperately (but also somewhat reluctantly), Rarity pushed Applejack away from her soaking pussy and forced herself to relax her legs, allowing Applejack to stand once again. Rarity worked her mouth open and closed, then finally managed to speak.

“H-hold me, darling.”

Applejack did.

A short while later, the two stepped out of the shower. While it had served well for their heat-of-the-moment tryst, the hard tile and cramped conditions weren't exactly conducive to further canoodling. And so, Rarity and Applejack cleaned themselves up. They draped their soaked linen dresses over the top of the bathroom's shower curtain, then went to raid Vinyl Scratch's closet.

With mixed success.

“Honestly, there's nothing here but skinny jeans and band shirts.” Rarity huffed as she held yet another black T-shirt over her bare chest. “At least, I can only presume all this has to do with music. I mean, really. It's not even spelled correctly! And what is even a 'dead mouse,' anyway?”

“Reckon it's somethin' your cat brings ya.” Applejack said from where she stretched out on Vinyl Scratch's unkempt bed, not bothering to get dressed just yet.

“Oh, nevermind.” Rarity tossed the shirt back into the basket of ostensibly clean laundry she'd found it in.

“Shoot, you know I don't listen to that fancy beep-boop computer music. Just gimmie some plain ol' country, any day.”

“Music preferences aside, we still need to figure out what we're going to wear. Do you think we should just squeeze into something of Vinyl's? Or perhaps I should try constructing new costumes? Something a little less, ah, transparent.” Rarity opened up the closet and made a small, disapproving sound at the back of her throat.

Applejack stood, then looked out the bedroom window, towards the backyard party a story below.“Uh. Rarity? I ain't sure if that's necessary.”

“Oh?” Rarity looked over her shoulder. “Gotten used to looking at my derriere? I suppose I can't blame you.” She thrust her rump back and gave it a brief wiggle.

Applejack let her eyes travel appreciatively down the length of Rarity's shapely back. “That's ... part of it. But here, y'all might wanna look at this.” She waved the other young woman closer.

Rarity pressed up against Applejack's side (which was certainly a pleasant place to be), and her heart fluttered as she felt the warmth of Applejack's body. One hand slipped around Applejack's waist under its own accord as Rarity peered out the window as directed.

While Rarity and Applejack had been inside, the backyard party had grown even wilder. Pinkie Pie bounced from one end of the yard to the other, still unabashedly naked. What was surprising was the fact that the majority of the partiers had shed their own clothes as well-- even Vinyl Scratch was down to just her sunglasses, putting all of her slim, alabaster frame on display. Pinkie Pie's laughter carried across the night air, and she launched into a chant, one soon taken up by the rest of the group.

“Par-ty!” Clap clap. “Na-ked!” Clap clap. “Par-ty!” Clap clap. “Na-ked!” Clap clap.

Pinkie Pie led her nudist procession around the yard, leaving discarded underwear and swimsuits in her wake. Even Fluttershy got into the spirit, letting her chiton slither off her shoulders as if under its own power, revealing her slender yet curvaceous form. Fluttershy emerged from the scraps of linen like a butterfly from her cocoon, glorious and free of mere mortal garments. Pinkie and her followers cheered, and set about their chant once again.

“Par-ty!” Clap clap. “Na-ked!” Clap clap. “Par-ty!” Clap clap. “Na-ked!” Clap clap.

“This is all my fault.” Rarity shook her head. “Why did I have to pick Classical Greece? I should have gone with something more ... concealing. The Norse pantheon, perhaps? They wore pants, didn't they?”

“Don't beat yourself up, Rarity. Somethin' tells me Pinkie woulda found an excuse to take her pants off no matter what kinda costume you put on her.” Applejack ran her hand over Rarity's hip, briefly curling her fingers to gently tease the pale skin with her fingernails.

“Perhaps you're right.” Rarity laid her head on Applejack's shoulder. “And I suppose she's at least ... in character? I mean, it's fitting that Dionysus leads the young and beautiful on a wanton debauch. And I suppose that, as Aphrodite, I'm almost required to ... enjoy myself.” Rarity allowed herself a sly smile, and turned her head to lay a brief kiss on one of Applejack's freckles.

“What about me?” Applejack said.

“Mmm. Well. Demeter was a goddess of agriculture and the harvest, so I suppose you ... got plowed?” Rarity wiggled her eyebrows.

Applejack's lips formed a thin, disapproving line. “You're lucky you're pretty.”

“Sorry, sorry. I must be a little bit loopy from ... earlier.” Rarity wet her lips, and let out a shiver at the recent memory.

“Oh?” Applejack grinned. “That mean you wanna go again?”

“Tempting. Very tempting. But I'd better catch my breath, first. Get some ... refreshment.” Rarity slipped away from Applejack's side and headed for the door.

Applejack turned to follow. “Ain't you gonna put somethin' on, first?”

“I imagine by the time I find something suitable, Pinkie will have half the town au naturale.” Rarity said. “Like they say: when in Rome ... “

“Thought we were s'posed to be Greek?”

“Close enough.”