There we go. Just another stitch, and it’s done!

She hummed a little tune as she inspected the dress adorning the mannequin. Another marvelous design had come together, ready to amaze crowds all over Equestria. She smiled, thinking of the countless orders she would get, all the fashion show invitations, and…

“Hm.” She spotted a small wrinkle on the side, making her pout. Did she mess up the proportions? With a sigh, she headed back to her desk to check her sketches. A light breeze touched her from behind, and she could have sworn she heard the rustle of fabric. Was it the curtains? Had she left a window open? Turning around, she gasped, eyes wide as she stared at the now bare mannequin lying on the floor, with no sign of her new creation.

“Rarity~!”

“Whah?” She turned back and forth in alarm, but the boutique was empty. Again, she could hear something flutter and move around, and the voice called out her name repeatedly. First only one, then a second, each of them distinct and strangely familiar. They drew out each syllable, using a sensual tone that sent a chill down her spine.

“Wh-Who is it?” she blurted out. “What do y-you want?”

“Rarityyyy~” It was coming from closer now, tickling her ear. She could have sworn she heard a giggle when she tried to face them, only to be met with thin air.

Something touched her shoulder, and she wheeled around to see the hollow sleeve of her latest dress pull back, the outfit floating in mid-air. It had a ‘hand’ on its ‘hip’, the fabric coating an invisible ‘body’ that held a playful pose, as though it were teasing her. For a moment, Rarity forgot about her panic, her gaze trailing down the neckline of the dress, which came down rather low and wide. It felt preposterous to even consider, but the ghastly ‘wearer’ of her creation seemed rather well-endowed in the chest area.

There was movement in the corner of her vision, and she turned to see another dress float up to her — just as curvy and eager to show it off as it performed a little twirl in the air. The seamstress blushed as she got a glimpse of the ‘back’, seeing the fabric cling to an impressive, plush rear.

“Rarity~”

More and more such dresses appeared, each with a unique color and design, and all of them possessed by ‘ghosts’ with eye-catching proportions. They circled Rarity and drew closer, her fear rooting her in place, and the clothes reached out to give gentle caresses all over her body. She whimpered, her dread mixing with, of all things, embarrassment, as the touch of these spectres was anything but unpleasant.

No! This was wrong! She had to warn everyone, and—

“Rarity~”

As soon as she tried to think of her dear friends, the dresses closed the gap, pressing right up against her. Rarity yelped, feeling ethereal curves squeeze her from all around, blood rushing to her cheeks from the sensation. Invisible limbs caressed and squeezed wherever they could reach, and she could hear their warm voices whisper her name in her ears.

“N-No! No, please s-stop! I…”

Her voice shook, rapid breaths interrupted by strained groans as she fought against the sensations. It was no longer fear driving her, but something more intense. Part of her wished to just sink into this experience, let the pleasure take over and guide her wherever it wanted. But she couldn’t just do that… could she?

“A-Ahh… my gosh...”

Those figures. Those colors. Those voices. She recognized them. She knew them all along, though she kept denying it. Was she responsible for this? How? Why?

Does it even matter?

“Rarity~”

Those hands found their way to her breasts and between her legs. Rubbing, squeezing, tickling, pushing in and out… It was too much. Thoughts fled, and lust took over. Rarity moaned toward the heavens, her whole body lighting up with intense pleasure.

“Mmm…”

Rarity stirred under the covers, grimacing and rolling her head back and forth. Murky images floated before her mind’s eye, intense sensual experiences mixing with more mundane sensations. After a brief struggle, the latter won out, and her lewd dream finally dissolved, leaving her with the far less pleasant feeling of mangled, sweat-soaked sheets clinging to her lifeless limbs.

She groaned, trying to claw her way back to the land of wonders, but it was long gone. Here she would have to stay, a regular old dressmaker, with no curvy dames for her to— Wait… what in the world am I thinking? Could you imagine what a scandal that would be? All the newspapers would be full of it! “The elegant and talented Rarity, indulging in the crudest forms of carnal pleasure, and—”

She paused in her internal tirade, giving a confused hum at the strange, though not unpleasant substance pressed against her cheek. She realized the ‘pillow’ she was resting her head on was something much more warm and dense than any bedding she was used to. Her cheeks flushed deeply as she turned her head, looking up to see bright pink eyes staring back at her, matching the color of a ring of beads beneath them.

“Oh…”

A hand came up to rest on her cheek, gently tickling with long, perfectly manicured nails. A warm breeze touched her nose, and she heard the faintest coo. Intense emotions clashed within the dressmaker, as her dream’s imagery and sensations now came back with a vengeance. She remembered the terror she felt, her boundless lust and creativity conspiring against her to send events spiraling out of her control. And yet, the promise of pleasure tempted her to keep going, to surrender to the forces she had set in motion. But where would it lead? How could she—

“Mmph?!” The beautiful visage drew closer, and Rarity felt lush lips press against her own, muffling her little squeaks and turning them into a low moan. Her eyes widened briefly, only to slip closed as an intense warmth flooded her whole being, melting away her worries. She kissed back, moaning from the joy and relief she felt, while her partner eagerly drank her breaths.

They held the kiss until Rarity very nearly passed out, so overwhelmed by the pleasant embrace. Finally, their lips parted, with the fashionista wheezing and her partner giving a satisfied sigh. She hushed her friend and kept petting her head, gently urging her to go back to sleep. Rarity could hardly make out the words anymore – only that sweet voice mattered to her, and the lovely feeling of her wife’s presence. Each exhale made tension evaporate from her body, until she melted into those soft mounds against her head.

“Sleep tight, sugarcube~”

“Mmmm~” Rarity drifted in a pool of warmth, not a care in the world. All she could think of were those sweet words and the lovely feeling of Applejack’s presence. Oh, the wonders they could experience together! Hand in hand, cheek to cheek, to the awe of any onlooker as the duo would shamelessly express their love. She turned over once more, wanting to feel those lovely pillows, and her head came to a stop on lukewarm, inert fabric. She huffed in frustration, lazily nudging her hand in the same direction, seeking soft curves to fondle. Her need became tantalizing the longer she spent without the bimbo housewife’s contact. Don’t tell me she decided to—

The seamstress blinked and shot upright, turning her head left and right in alarm. All of a sudden, her fantasies of a public stroll with Applejack went from romantic to terrifying, every prying eye another witness she would need to satisfy with excuses. And those were just her neighbors! If the girls find out...

“Applejack?” she whimpered. “Darling, where did you...?”

Panic made her curl up on her bed, dreadful scenarios playing out in her mind. She then tumbled out from under the twisted covers, hands flailing at things she would instinctively do upon waking up. She wrapped an eye mask halfway onto her forehead before catching herself and tossing it onto the bed. Each of her feet found their way into the wrong slipper, but they fit well enough to let her stumble out of the room. She snatched up her bathrobe along the way, putting it on inside out as she hurried down the stairs. The hallway mirror gave her a glimpse of the disaster that was her hair, but her comical appearance was the least of her worries right now.

What if she went outside? What if someone saw her and asked questions? She went from door to door, so short of breath that she couldn’t even call out AJ’s name. Oh goodness, the scandal would be disastrous! Or what if the spell wore off? Is she at the head of a crowd now, on their way to tar and feather me? Woe is me, I will never hear the end of this! I...

The faint sound of sizzling stopped her short, along with the pleasant scent of toast and frying eggs tickling her nose. Rarity blinked, realizing she stood in the doorway of her kitchen, staring at her stove. Or rather, the buxom beauty standing in front of her stove, her gorgeous curves obscuring most of the hefty appliance. Instead of her clothes from last night, she wore naught but a yellow apron, stretching perilously over her expansive rear and around her impressive bust, leaving very little to imagination.

Applejack hummed to herself as she worked, the handle of the frying pan in one hand and a spatula in the other, nudging the pan’s contents here and there to keep them from sticking. She even wiggled her hips to the rhythm of her little tune, setting off lovely ripples in her rear that made blood rush to Rarity’s cheeks.

The fashionista nearly toppled over, having to grab the wall for support. The noise must have caught Applejack’s attention, as she stopped humming and turned around. The swollen pearls of her necklace still glowed bright pink, and the bimbo’s plump lips curled into a wide smile as her pink-tinted eyes landed on the distraught woman, making her blush even deeper.

“Oh, good morning, sugarcube~” AJ purred. “Had a good sleep?”

“I… ghah…” Rarity could hardly lift her jaw, much less respond, which drew a giggle out of Applejack.

“It’s alright, sleepyhead. Just take it slow. We ain’t on the farm, heh-heh~” The bimbofied farm girl turned back to the pan for a moment, giving the eggs a few nudges. “Thought I’d get breakfast going while ya slept in. Sunny side up?”

There was something mesmerizing about the buxom beauty’s behavior. Rarity could tell that AJ’s head was still stuffed with goo that was as pink as the magical glow of her necklace, to say nothing of her eyes. Each time she glanced at Rarity, the fashionista could feel that vapid admiration, sending tingles along her whole figure. And yet, Applejack moved with a distinct purpose, not a single wasted motion in her activities, and she was remarkably observant – to say nothing of how heartwarming it felt to have someone be so considerate.

Rarity blinked, realizing she had left Applejack’s question hanging. “Oh! Uhm… yes, that’s perfect, thank you darling~” She quickly feigned a yawn and stretched, trying to play off her hesitation as being half-asleep. And, to make up for it all, she waltzed up to her industrious housewife and gave her a playful peck on the cheek, hands caressing along her lovely curves. AJ giggled and wiggled in Rarity’s embrace, giving the seamstress a gentle nudge with her wide hips. “Wait ‘till I’m dooone~” she complained.

After a bit more cuddling and idle chatter, they sat down at the table, with Rarity setting the table while AJ laid out their breakfast. Eggs, toast, some leftover pie, fresh juice, coffee – Rarity was lost in an ocean of lovely scents and flavors, her fork picking at random

“Mmm~” Rarity shivered, tingling all over from the experience. She struggled to speak, her mouth stuffed to the brim. “Oh my stars… Applejack, this is marvelous.”

“My pleasure, sugarcube,” AJ replied. Only lightly grazing from her plate, her own ‘meal’ was taking in her beloved wife’s reactions.

Breakfast proved to be the perfect remedy after such a rough start. Rarity could hardly get enough, and by the time she was done, she all but collapsed on her seat, enjoying the sweet daze after a hearty meal. Her partner chuckled and went about clearing the table, leaving the seamstress to regain her composure. Rarity stared after her, watching those mighty hips swaying as Applejack walked back to the counter, her rear jiggling with every step. The front view was just as good, if not better, the bimbo’s apron pushing her breasts up just right, while concealing very little.

Rarity’s cheeks burned as she felt a warm surge below, naughty fantasies playing out in her head about how she could ‘thank’ her lover for the meal. A smile tugged on her lips as she let the debaucheries play out in her head, only stopping herself when she realized her legs were getting sore from constantly squeezing and rubbing together.

What in the world has gotten into me? she wondered. Her hands planted firmly on the table to make sure she would not fondle herself. I never get this needy this early! Of course, it’s hard not to feel that way, with my dear Applejack looking so marvelous... but for goodness’ sake, Rarity, behave yourself!

Applejack returned to the table, taking her seat once more to admire her wife and bask in her appreciation. Rarity snapped out of her reverie and turned back to the farm girl with a smile. “Thank you so much, darling~” she said. “It was just the thing I needed.” Though I could think of a few more, she added in her head, resisting the urge to grin.

“Glad ya enjoyed,” AJ replied. “I put all my love for you into it~”

Rarity could not hold back a coo of delight, her cheeks burning brighter from her partner’s words. Sappy and cliche, perhaps, but she would be the last to complain, with one of her greatest weaknesses being emotional scenes with no subtlety. If she didn’t know better, the bimbo was teasing her right now, deliberately acting out a moment from some old school soap opera.

That thought lingered on, amusing at first, but slowly turning into a nagging worry. She met Applejack’s gaze once more, and her smile faded. Looking into those bright pink eyes, she couldn’t help but wonder: was this genuine? Would AJ ever really express such emotions, or were they just a product of Rarity’s meddling?

“I put all my love for you into it.”

There was no lie in those words. And what else would one expect from the Element of Honesty? But Rarity was no fool, and she could hear the precise tone of what AJ had said. She was teasing her friend. Playing the part of the ‘horny housewife’ too perfectly, to the point that a more cynical part of her was convinced that her dear friend was mocking her.

One question after another bounced around in her head, keeping her on edge. Perhaps the spell was indeed wearing off? Was this Applejack’s way of taunting her? Or maybe she was just that eager to play her role? Did the magic compel her to do the act as passionately as she could, hoping it would impress Rarity?

The fashionista’s thighs squeezed together, the memories of last night coming back again. Truth be told, she did thoroughly enjoy seeing her friend like this. And yet, she could not dismiss the nagging feeling of how artificial it felt, that she could not be completely certain what AJ’s genuine feelings and desires might be in a situation like this. Guilt welled up inside her, as this whole scheme of hers now felt like a childish fantasy gone too far.

She gasped as something embraced her hand, and a gentle warmth and tingling washed over it. Looking down, she saw those orange-tipped fingers cradle her own, which tightened the embrace in response. She met AJ’s gaze once more, now seeing those pink eyes stare at her with worry. Whatever the bimbo thought about this silly little game – if anything at all – it paled in comparison, as she felt genuine concern the moment she saw a friend in distress.

That settled it. Rarity would quit dawdling. Whatever the outcome would be later, now was not the time to decide it. Her wife was here, giving her love, and it was her duty and desire to reciprocate. She smiled and lifted AJ’s hand, giving it a long, affectionate kiss. She could feel all the subtle shivers passing through Applejack’s arm, and the blush on her partner’s cheeks already made her feel triumphant.

Rarity glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. She still had a few minutes to get started with her errands. Plenty of time. And you know what they say: ‘an apple a day…’

“Mmm… now that you mention it...” she said, her voice low and sensual. “All that love to make such a lovely meal. I can’t just pass that up~”

“Oh?” AJ giggled. “There’s plenty more if ya want seconds~”

“Don’t mind if I do, darling~”

With an impish smirk, she got up and sauntered around the table, still holding on to her wife’s hand. Applejack looked up with her usual blissful smile, along with a hint of anticipation. Rarity straddled the farmgirl’s lap and leaned in, pushing into a deep kiss, while her hands sank into AJ’s breasts. The moans rising up from her wife’s chest were the sweetest ‘dish’ she would sample that morning.

It took an extra showering and grooming session before Rarity was in any shape to leave her home – at least if she intended to be the least bit subtle about her current state of affairs. Her anxiety be damned, by the time she managed to peel herself away from her lovely partner, she was a whimpering, soaked mess – definitely the talk of the town if there had been any witnesses.

She hastily explained to Applejack that she needed to go ‘grab a few things’ – from the shops, that is. It was more of an excuse for herself, as she wanted nothing more than to just spend all day buried in the bimbo housewife’s embrace. The moment she said the last word, she dashed out the door, lest she give herself time to change her mind. Still, she caught a glimpse of AJ smiling and waving after her, not at all troubled by the news. It took a while for Rarity’s blush and giddiness to recede.

“This can’t possibly go on…” Rarity muttered on her way down the street. Though her emotional high faded, making it easier to appear in public, it also meant her prior concerns could resurface. AJ’s words still haunted her, the heartwarming effect now accompanied by a constant dread – and frustration, for that matter, in case the farmgirl really was turning this ‘joke’ back onto her. “It was a fun little experiment, but it’s untenable. It’s going to drive me mad!”

She paused and put on a wide smile, waving at one of her neighbors walking past, who gave her a perplexed look in return. She waited until she was out of earshot before starting up again. “Case. In. Point.” she grumbled. “Mmm… much as I adore her company, I can’t keep her locked up for the rest of time. Perish the thought! But I certainly can’t risk having to explain myself to everyone if she were to step outside the way she is now. Oh, Applejack is going to be furious! Perhaps I should take a vacation? Take the necklace while she’s asleep, then slip away with the midnight train? Wait somewhere cozy until the storm dies down? Hmph, no! Rarity, you are no coward, and you certainly wouldn’t run from your friends! You got yourself into this predicament, and now you will do what is right! It’s about time you were honest and faced your—”

“Hey there, Rares!”

Rarity stumbled back, letting out a silly, rather unladylike squawk. Once she regained her balance, she followed up with an irate huff and stamped her foot, staring daggers into her friend. Rainbow Dash pressed her fist over her mouth, but it did little to hide her massive grin, nor could it stop laughter bursting out of her.

“Bwahahaha! You should have seen the look on your face!”

Rarity took a deep breath to regain her composure. “Yes, charming as always, Rainbow Dash.”

“Aww, lighten up! A little jolt in the morning keeps you going for the rest of the day.” The sporty gal gave her friend a pat on the head. “I should know. Sometimes I get zapped by a low-flying thundercloud on my morning jog. Now that’s a wake-up call, heh-heh!”

“Fascinating,” Rarity replied through gritted teeth.

Rainbow chuckled and stepped back to examine the seamstress. “Say, what’s got you up so early today? And what was that about ‘storms’? Pretty sure we’re not getting any today.”

“Hm? Oh, I, uh… I just had some early shopping to do, and…”

Rainbow’s eyes narrowed. Oh no, Rarity thought. Don’t tell me. She knew that, aside from herself, there was one person among her friends who had a particularly keen eye for detail, and was thus hard to fool. Her veins filled with ice as she wondered just how much of her mad rambling Rainbow managed to hear.

“Well, well, well…” Rainbow’s impish smirk made Rarity’s fists clench. “Rarity… why I never~” She even threw in a comical imitation of the fashionista’s accent and mannerisms. “Think of what all the nobles would say!”

“I beg your pardon?” Rarity stamped her foot again, while her normally pristine cheeks turned bright red, much to Rainbow’s amusement.

“So who’s the lucky gentleman? Or was it a lady? Did you hold an entire ball?”

“Actually, it was none of your business, Rainbow Dash.”

“Heh-heh-heh!” The rainbow-haired girl poked her friend with an elbow. “What’s the matter? I thought you liked a bit of gossip.” When Rarity’s eyes threatened to set her ablaze, Rainbow finally relented. “Alright, alright! Sheesh, Rares, lighten up already.”

Rarity sighed and rolled her eyes. “Apology accepted, darling.” Pretending the conversation was over, she politely walked around her friend and continued on her way. That is, she would have, but apparently her behavior made Rainbow too curious to shake off, as she just matched the seamstress’ pace in the same direction.

“So, what’s on the to-do list today?” Rainbow asked.

“Well, as I said, shopping and… uhm…” After getting so riled up, and with Applejack still on her mind, Rarity could barely bring herself to focus. “I suppose I’ll… hmm…”

“Wow.” Rainbow walked backwards, hands in her pockets, smirking at her friend. “And people say I can get scatterbrained. Did your assistant not make it today?”

“Very funny,” Rarity said. “Listen, why don’t you be a dear and tell me… if…”

Rainbow’s head tilted to one side. “If?”

Rarity stopped dead. “What did you just say?” Unlike before, there was no frustration in her voice. Instead, she sounded like the sporty girl had turned into a ghost. Rainbow even recoiled slightly from her friend’s odd gaze.

“Uhhh… are you sure you’re okay?”

“What?” Rarity blinked, finally snapping out of that strange stupor. “Oh. Ohhh… bhahaha! Oh, yes, everything is absolutely fine, darling!” She could hardly make her ‘carefree’ laughter sound any more forced, though she certainly tried. “No, of course not, my ‘assistant’ is not in today, on account of not being hired yet. Or existing.”

“You certainly sound like you need one.”

“Oh?” Rarity smiled, having noticed an opening to deliver a few jabs of her own. “Are you volunteering? Abandoning your ambitions for the Wonderbolts?”

“Hah! That’ll be the day!” Rainbow stressed her point by doing a backflip and landing in a handstand. She even walked beside her friend that way for several paces before getting back up. “Good luck getting this champion in a dress and running errands.” She dusted her hands off, then mockingly put on some invisible glasses and started sauntering back and forth, pretending to write down notes. “Ohh, Miss Rarity! Are you sure these dresses are fashion-ible enough?”

“Fashion-able,” Rarity deadpanned, even giving a slow clap. “A splendid performance.”

“You know it!” Rainbow blew kisses with both hands to an imaginary crowd, then turned back to her friend. “So, are you still lost?”

Rarity sighed and tapped her chin. “Ah yes, uhm… I may need to pick up some seamstress supplies, but I always forget what their hours are, and—”

“They just opened, I passed them a few minutes ago. Looked like some flashy new stuff they had in their windows.” Rainbow Dash was again taken aback by the odd look Rarity gave her. “What? Not much I can do except enjoy the view when I’m out for a run. Maybe you should try it sometime.”

“I’ll make sure to add it to my to-do list,” Rarity muttered. She tapped a finger on her lower lip. “Still, I am impressed with your keen eye for detail.”

“Heh, it’s all part of the game.” Rainbow shrugged with a smirk. “You’d be surprised just how much you gotta pay attention when you do what I do. One wrong step, one wrong turn, and you’re a washout.”

“I see. Well, I should be on my way then.” Rarity waved. “Thank you for the help, Rainbow Dash.”

Rainbow gave a thumbs up. “No problem. Catch ya later, Rares!”

“Mhm~”

The seamstress calmly walked off, while Rainbow went back to her carefree jog. Just in time, as beads of sweat began to form on Rarity’s forehead. Once she rounded a corner to be out of view, her legs nearly stumbled over each other, and she had to stop and prop herself up on a wall, lest they give out completely.

“Control yourself, Rarity,” she muttered, taking deep, labored breaths. “Remember what you agreed to not a few minutes ago. ‘Just a silly experiment, and it’s time to stop it’.” Her knees quivered, and a red tint formed on her cheeks. “It was nothing but… harmless conversation! A bit of fun between friends! You are not considering how good she would look as a—”

She bit her tongue, cutting off the last word, as her voice was steadily rising in volume. Glancing around, she could see a few bystanders watching her with confusion and concern. She straightened up and gave them a smile and wave, then hastily moved on.

“You can’t do this,” she whispered. “Stop thinking about it already!” In her head, she could almost see it: that scandalous urge, slowly coalescing from the warmth pooling on her face and between her legs, manifesting into an infernal muse that whispered all those unspeakable thoughts to her. “It’s ridiculous, it wouldn’t even work! I bet she will just blow the whistle, and then this whole game will come crashing down!” Her legs picked up the pace, pounding the earth with every step. “Is that really what you want? Will that make you—oof!”

In her blind frenzy arguing with her inner ‘demon’, Rarity had completely lost track of where she was going, which resulted in her walking straight into the front door of Silky Solutions. Thankfully, the entrance swiveled, so she just had to deal with the sobering ache of her nose after it so generously knocked the door open.

“Good morning!” she blurted out at the stunned lady behind the desk. She quickly rubbed her nose to make sure it wasn’t seriously hurt. At the very least, it helped snap her out of that ridiculous episode she just had – though even now, just the thought sent a tingle up her back. “A most lovely morning indeed!” she added, further perplexing the establishment’s owner. “Your Number One customer has returned to feed her fashion passion!”

“Good… morning, Rarity?” Satin replied. “What can I do for you today?”

“Oh, I’ll just be browsing, darling.” Rarity finally regained her composure, which she helped by getting straight to business. “Anything new you would recommend?”

The shopkeeper nodded. “Absolutely, we just got some new material from Yakyakistan. You’re just in time, most of my stock is already reserved.”

“Wonderful, thank you!”

She spent a few minutes humming to herself and browsing the wares in the store – a wonderfully therapeutic experience that helped calm her nerves and dismiss all the turbulent fantasies. No more magic experiments for me! Just plain old... no, young Rarity, working on her designs for high society. Rarity who respects her friends and would never consider—

Her eyes landed on a particular set of items, stopping her train of thought dead in its tracks. It was just a small box on a countertop, lining up rows of cheap jewelry, the kind they sold for a handful of bits where crowds could be expected to gather – usually tourists or gullible youth. The box had earrings and necklaces following various themes, all made from the cheapest materials that could still imitate precious metals and gemstones. Their design was not what she would call ‘inspired’ – she saw rings with little glass beads to pose as ‘pearls’, necklaces with glossy icons from foreign cultures – or whatever the manufacturer scribbled that day – and earrings shaped after various symbols.

“Hm. Satin, darling, what can you tell me about these?” Rarity pointed to the little display.

Satin looked up from her newspaper. “Those were a bargain. One of the stores was getting rid of stock, and I couldn’t resist. I figure there must be some kids looking for cheap silly trinkets to wear.”

“Indeed…” Rarity muttered.

It hit her again. Just a harmless bit of inspiration, ideas for designs she could experiment with, until they became tainted by her lust from before, twisting them into lewd fantasies and schemes to make them a reality. Her hands shook as she reached out, and her lips breathlessly formed words of protest, yet she could not stop her fingers from grasping a bundle of the gold and silver-tinted trinkets.

Satin looked on, wearing a polite smile, though she was clearly perplexed by Rarity’s behavior. “Interested?” she said, breaking the awkward silence.

“Yes, just a sample of each.” Rarity was all too aware that she didn’t really need these. A sketch would be more than enough, as she just needed the shapes for inspiration, after which she could use much more fitting materials. But why leave Silky empty-handed after being so helpful? “I, uhm… happen to know a friend who might be interested.”

“Lovely! That will be—” Satin trailed off as Rarity placed a sizable heap of bits on the counter. “Rarity, please, I couldn’t accept that mu—”

Rarity held up a hand. “I insist, darling. These are more than worth their weight.” She quickly gathered up the trinkets and waved at the shopkeeper. “You have my thanks, take care, have a lovely day!”

Before Satin could argue the matter any further, Rarity stormed out of the shop, a bag of cheap jewels in her hand, and a look of intense determination on her face.

What am I doing?

The rest of her day was spent in a strange daze, taking care of her duties with little to no regard for anyone else. A few did stop to ask if she was ill, given her oddly distant demeanor. Rarity couldn’t help it – she was simply too focused on her plans, not to mention the potential ramifications. If anything, she had to make an effort to appear ‘normal’, and she could not risk entering any more conversations, lest she allow more people to suspect something was amiss.

Her panic followed her all the way home. More privacy offered little relief, since she now got closer to her “lair”, where her more insidious duties beckoned her. Again and again, she tried to occupy herself with some menial task, preferably as far from her ‘creative corner’ as possible, but it seemed to have a sort of ‘gravity’ that kept dragging her back toward it. She would pass by, hang around, letting her gaze wander, only to land on a mannequin or her sketches, which would set off a creative surge that she had to suppress.

In the end, her ‘undoing’ was not what she expected. As she attempted to flee from her design area once more, she ran blindly into the kitchen, straight into something tall and incredibly soft, her face sinking into a pair of plush, warm pillows. Her cheeks burned as she heard a soft gasp of surprise, followed by an excited giggle.

“Whoa there, sugarcube!” Applejack said. “Where’s the fire?” Her arms gently wrapped around her wife, letting her rest her head atop the farmgirl’s massive breasts. The ‘fire’ was all over Rarity’s face as she looked up into those loving eyes, and a deep shudder passed through her as she felt her slender body rub against the bimbo’s gorgeous curves.

“O-Oh! Oh… hello there, darling~” she blurted out. “How was your day?”

“Good as can be. How was yours~?” Without even waiting for a reply, AJ leaned in for a deep kiss.

“Mmmp!” Rarity’s eyes went wide, and she squirmed for a few moments, then finally relaxed into the embrace and returned the gesture. She could tell from the intensity of their lip-lock that her partner had a lot of pent up desire. Another, more subtle addition to her list of anxieties.

They held the kiss for a few more seconds, after which Rarity gently pulled back. Though it was a bit of a shock at first, she had to admit, the gesture did help her calm down somewhat. “Everything is just fine, darling, ah-ha-ha!” She put on her best fake smile and met her wife’s stare, and she even managed to not blink… for all of two seconds.

AJ gave a plump-lipped pout, brow furrowing ever so slightly. “Mmm... ya can’t lie to me, sugarcube~” She placed a finger on Rarity’s nose, the long orange nail tickling her skin. “What’s eating at you? Hungry? I’ve still got, like, some leftovers for ya~”

Rarity briefly went cross-eyed, which drew another giggle out of her friend. “Ohh… mm… definitely, darling, but… not right now.” She sighed. “To tell you the truth, I… I’ve got this design I should be working on, and it’s a great design, my greatest work yet, hahaha!”

Without thinking, she squeezed tighter against her wife, holding on for dear life. She could feel those scandalous thoughts welling up inside her again, threatening to consume her. “I’m just not sure I should do it. I… I can’t! It’s just too much...”

Rarity met AJ’s gaze once more. A soothing warmth rushed in to quell the storm inside her, making her heart stop trying to burst from her chest. “I guess I’m just… frightened. What will people think? Will they laugh at me? Or think I’m a fraud? But I can’t stop. The inspiration, darling, it’s just so tempting. It’s my life’s passion, to create and impress, no matter how bold my designs may be, and...”

She trailed off and bit her lip, looking over AJ’s expression – that vapid smile, eyes full of blissful joy. Truth be told, they normally didn’t have much in common, professionally speaking, and in the farmgirl’s current state, Rarity expected even less to be going on upstairs. Still, Applejack was a very polite listener, and she seemed delighted that Rarity was so passionate about her work.

“It’s alright, sugarcube,” Applejack said. “Sometimes ya bite off more than you can chew. Take yer time, and it’ll go down, like, before ya know it~”

She kissed Rarity’s nose, drawing an adorable squeak out of her. “Stooop, hahaha!” Rarity responded with a peck on Applejack’s lips. A wave of soothing warmth passed over her, making her let out a sigh of relief. “Mmm… you’re right, darling. Thank you.” She reached up to caress her wife’s cheek. “Where would I be without you~?”

AJ blinked and tilted her head to the side. “Are you going somewhere?” Her adorable pout made Rarity’s heart melt. “More errands and stuff?”

It was Rarity’s turn to giggle. “No, Applejack, I’m staying right here.” She gave the bimbo another kiss to help smooth things over. “Just one last project, and I’m all yours for today~”

The two cuddled for a while, until Rarity reluctantly peeled herself out of the embrace and moved to her design room, leaving Applejack to work on dinner. The seamstress brought out the bag she purchased at Silky Solutions, piled its contents on her desk, and after a bit of sorting, she settled on a pair of earrings. She tried them on one of her mannequins, tweaking their position and angle until they looked just right.

So simple, so expressive. There was only one thing left to do...

Rarity’s cheeks burned as she took out the scroll, holding it up with one hand, while the other started caressing her chest and belly. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, at first whispering the incantations, while delightful shivers ran across her skin wherever she trailed her fingers. With each line, her voice grew louder, while her other hand trailed further down, slipping under her skirt.

A faint pink glow formed on the rings, the brightness flaring to the same rhythm as Rarity’s motions, and the light gradually overwhelmed their natural metallic shimmer. She was now gasping and moaning between bursts of arcane words, her fingers digging in deep between her legs while she pressed herself against the mannequin, rubbing and squeezing herself into it to maximize the stimulation.

She turned her eyes to the mannequin, doing her best to focus while she could. She stared at the imitation of a feminine figure, visualizing her idea upon it. In her mind’s eye, she made new details emerge upon the featureless surface, spreading out until it was reshaped into the image she desired. Herfantasies were unleashed in her head to all their glory, letting every last scandalous detail play out. She could feel the heat on the earrings, matching the fire inside her, and the pink glow was almost blinding, letting out bright flashes with each burst of pleasure that pushed her closer to the peak.

With one last mighty effort, her fingers reached in for her most sensitive points, while she focused all of her dirty thoughts and emotions into the figure in her embrace. She barely got through the last few words of the incantation before crying out, overwhelmed by a wave of intense pleasure as she pushed herself over the edge.

For a few moments, Rarity’s world disappeared into a pink haze, the earrings radiating all the energy she funneled into them, matching the climax erupting inside her. She gasped for breath, legs nearly buckling from the intense release, making her grab onto the mannequin for support. As her climax died down and she regained her wits, she could feel a distinct heat against her cheeks. Looking up at the mannequin’s head, she saw that the earrings had grown into a pair of large hoops, the cross underneath more prominent as well, and the metal now had a persistent pink glow.

Rarity gave a breathless chuckle of triumph, and she stumbled over to her desk, digging through the drawers until she found a simple jewelry gift box – nothing too fancy, which would fit the theme she was aiming for. By the time she returned to the mannequin, the glow of the earrings had faded, and their size returned to normal as well. Still, if she leaned close and focused hard enough, she could feel the faint ‘thrum’ of the magic within. Her whole body tingled with excitement as she carefully plucked the trinkets and placed them in the box.

The gift was wrapped and ready. And just in time! After all, her new assistant would need a ‘welcome aboard’ present.

“Uhh… what are these supposed to be?”

Rainbow finally broke the awkward silence. For about a minute since Rarity interrupted her jog, she had been looking at the small box in the fashionista’s hand, then up at her friend, then back down at the box. She kept alternating like this, her confusion growing with every passing moment.

Rarity’s polite demeanor did not falter. “Just a gift, darling. You’ve always been a good friend, I felt that it should not go unrewarded~”

Rainbow’s frown only became deeper. Though she was no egghead – as she kept reminding everyone – even she was observant enough to see through how absurd that statement was.

And that will make her all the more delectable when she—Not now! Control yourself!

Rarity put on a smile that was visibly forced. Seeing how it did not impress her friend, she finally let out a sigh. “Oh, alright. Looks like I can’t slip things past you, darling. It’s not just a gift… more of a request, really.”

Rainbow crossed her arms and beamed proudly. “Hah! You oughta know better, Rares. I wasn’t born yesterday!”

Indeed you weren’t, Rarity thought. All according to plan~

“So, what’s all this about?” Rainbow took the box, staring at the earrings inside. The metal had a strange ‘vibrance’ that was hard to ignore.

“I’m testing out a few new designs,” Rarity said. “And I would very much like to have someone model them for me.”

“What, for like, a fashion show?” The sporty girl was barely paying attention. She tried to dismiss the trinkets as being just another ‘Rarity thing’, but the way the metal glinted in the sunlight kept drawing her eyes back to it.

“No, this is a lot more casual,” the seamstress replied. “‘Simplicity’ is the word of the season!”

“You said it…” Rainbow poked the edge of the little case. “This doesn’t look anything like your usual fancy-shmancy stuff.”

The corner of Rarity’s eye twitched, but thankfully Rainbow was still too busy staring at the trinkets to catch it. “Indeed~” She said through gritted teeth.

Rainbow Dash finally looked up at her friend again. “Alright, so… you want me to try them on?”

Rarity nodded. “Yes, and to wear them around for… let’s say a week. I would love to know how the rest of Ponyville feels about them.”

“A week?” Rainbow frowned and took a step back. “Come on, no way.”

“But Rainbow, I beg you.” Rarity mustered all of her talent and put on the best ‘desperate pout and eyelash flutter’ she had in her arsenal. If it could bring high-nosed nobles to their knees, surely it would have some impact on her friend. “These are perfect for you. In fact, I must confess... you, darling, were my inspiration for making them.”

Her tactics only seemed to mildly amuse Rainbow, who seemed no less awkward about the proposal. “Look, that’s flattering and all, but you know how I feel about jewelry and stuff,” she said. “Maybe if we’re going to the Gala, but—”

Dignity be damned, Rarity would not surrender. And if eloquence did not work...

“Pleeeaaaaaaasseeee!”

Rainbow winced and slapped her palms over her ears. “Ugh! Okay, okay, fine! I’ll put on your dumb earrings.”

She rolled her eyes and reached out to take the jewelry, her fingers fumbling with them as she held them to her ears. Rarity had to muster all her strength to suppress her reactions. Outside she seemed grateful and just mildly excited, while inside she was ready to explode in anticipation.

Rainbow Dash huffed as she kept trying to fit the earrings into place, her lack of practice on full display. It was frustrating enough already, as she tried to avoid doing things that weren’t her forte in public - something she knew Rarity was aware of. So much for this ‘not being a prank’. Still, she persisted, even refusing her friend’s offer to help put them on, and after just a few more tries, she managed to click both earrings into place.

“There,” she said with a deep sigh. “Finally. Happy now?”

A faint tickling sensation ran down her neck and along her spine. She blinked a few times, wondering if she imagined it, then shook her head to clear it. All this silly fashion stuff, no wonder she was on edge. Taking a deep breath, she looked back at her friend, expecting the dressmaker to be thoroughly amused at her expense.

There was a sudden shift in Rarity’s demeanor, adding to Rainbow’s sense of unease. Instead of a ‘desperate artist’, the sporty gal was now staring back at eyes filled with immense satisfaction and pride. Being a mischievous person herself, Rainbow recognized it as the look of someone who just played a prank on a victim who was blissfully unaware.

No way, Rainbow Dash thought. Is she really just messing with—

“Delighted, darling,” Rarity purred. Even her voice sounded teasing now. “Oh, it looks wonderful on you.”

Rainbow opened her mouth to reply, but another strange sensation cut her off. This time, it was a brief surge of warmth, pooling in her belly and on her cheeks, giving her the faintest hint of a blush.

“Right,” she said, failing to come up with a good retort. Everything was so distracting, she couldn’t help it. That strange tension was still there, almost slipping away until she tried to catch it again. Why is she looking at me like tha—

Rarity gasped, bringing up her bare wrist to glance at it, eyes wide in horror. “Oh, goodness, look at the time! The library is about to close, and I forgot to make a return!” She dug into her bag and pulled out a book.

“Huh?” Rainbow looked down, having been lost in her thoughts again. At first she was trying to piece things together, but the moment Rarity spoke, her train of thought switched tracks, pondering what kind of business the fashionista had in the library.

Rarity paused her ‘damsel in distress’ act, giving her friend a hopeful stare, as though Rainbow were a hero coming to her rescue. “Rainbow Dash, you’re so marvelous as an athlete,” Rarity said, holding the book out toward the girl. “Would you be a dear and take this back to Twilight? You know how she gets when someone ‘disrespects’ her books.”

“Heh-heh, yeah...” Rainbow was too caught up in the moment to process it all, a smile tugging on her lips as she felt yet another surge of warmth – curiously timed with Rarity’s compliment. She only started to feel odd when the book was already in her hands.

Wait, Rarity is complimenting me? And why am I agreeing to this?

“Thank you so much!” Rarity said. “I know you can do it! You’re the fastest, most talented woman I know. I can always count on you~”

“You know it!” Again, the praise caught her off-guard. It was so obviously forced, and yet it still gave her a sense of accomplishment, to the point of euphoria. It lasted just long enough for that by the time Rainbow snapped out of it, her friend was long gone. “Huh? Heeey, wait a minute! Rarity, did you just… Aaagh!”

She reared back, ready to toss the book at the nearest wall, but eventually just shook her head and chuckled. “Gotta admit, the girl’s got talent. She got me good.”

Rainbow took a moment to stretch her limbs, and she let out a groan, looking back toward the center of town. She had been right on the tail end of her run, and she was eager to continue, just not with a book cradled against her side. Someone might think she’s late for school or something. After shaking off her arms and legs, she set off for the library, keeping to a light jog to help come off the adrenaline high.

Her pace slowed as she neared the town hall, puzzling thoughts catching up to her once again. Wait a moment… the library doesn’t close for another two hours, right? And heck, it’s not like Twilight wouldn’t let Rares return a book after hours. Maybe even the next day, after a looooong lecture. Why did she even need my help?

She kept going over the details, and things refused to add up. For heaven’s sake, Rarity’s boutique is on the way to Twilight’s library! Is she really that busy? Maybe the book is cursed, and Rarity’s afraid to return it? Wouldn’t be the first time she had something like that...

Even with all these nagging thoughts, Rainbow never decided to halt. In fact, she picked up the pace, now eager to get to the bottom of this. Thankfully, the library was just a few blocks away. Upon reaching the door, she knocked on it a few times and stepped in. It’s not like she was a stranger to the place.

“Hello?” she called out. “Anybody home?”

The lobby was empty, all the shelves neatly stacked and organized, as usual. Rainbow could hear some rummaging in the back – must be re-shelving day again – and she followed the noise. Upon rounding a corner, she spotted the purple-haired bookworm, who was busy digging through a giant filing cabinet.

The sporty girl leaned on a nearby shelf and tapped it with a fist. “Hey there, Twi!”

“Oh, hi Rainbow Dash!” Twilight finally dug her head out of the cabinet and waved at her friend. “Sorry, the new Daring Do isn’t in yet. Believe me, I tried, but everyone’s sold out.”

“Nah, that’s alright. Just dropping by.” Rainbow brushed her hair back, even though the locks were quite short-cropped already, and turned her head slightly to one side. She wasn’t sure why, it just came naturally.

Twilight raised an eyebrow. “‘Dropping by’?”

“Yeah! You know… hanging out?” Again, Rainbow repeated the motions, and found herself tracking her friend’s eyes. Her legs tensed up in anticipation.

“Huh.” Twilight blinked and tilted her head slightly. “Are you wearing earrings?”

Finally… Rainbow’s relief was short-lived, and she even felt a hint of frustration. Twilight didn’t even notice them right away. What was the point of this ‘gift’?

“Yeah,” Rainbow said with a sigh. “Rarity begged me to wear them. They don’t look that stupid, do they?” She tilted her head to give an even better view.

Wait, why am I bothering to show these off? I’m supposed to be—

“Oh. Hm. Wouldn’t expect you to go along with it.” Twilight got up and approached her friend. She leaned in to get a better look, the close proximity making a hint of red rush to Rainbow’s cheeks.

Eventually, Twilight just stepped back and shrugged. “I guess they’re nice.”

There it was again. A faint warmth and tingling the moment Twilight said ‘nice’, even if it was an offhand comment at best.

The long silence must have been really awkward, as she heard Twilight clear her throat and give a sheepish smile. “Sorry, my fashion sense isn’t the best out there. You know how I am: simple and practical!”

Rainbow waved it off. “It’s fine. I guess I’ll live.” Boring fashion? You’re losing your edge, Rarity… Again, her own thoughts perplexed her. Why would she even be invested in whether Rarity’s ‘fashion experiments’ succeeded? Sure, she was a friend, and Rainbow Dash never lets her friends down. And yeah, she’s cool enough that she can wear anything and make it look cool, but it’s not like she—

“Alright then, that’s settled.” Twilight nodded and cleared her throat again. “What was it you wanted?”

“Ah, right!” Rainbow held up the book she had been carrying. “Rarity asked me to return this.”

“That’s strange,” Twilight said. “She took this one out just two days ago. I don’t think she’s that fast a reader.”

No cursed books either? Well, so much for an ‘adventure’. “Maybe she was just… I dunno, busy?” Rainbow scratched at her head and shrugged. “So she’s returning it now instead of being late?”

And now you’re making up excuses for her? That’s it, no more energy bars before bed! They don’t give you Wonderbolt dreams anyway.

“Yeah, probably.” Twilight sighed. “Books really need more investment than that. You shouldn’t get one if you’re not going to be responsible.”

Rainbow stifled a laugh, which drew a sharp glare from her friend.

“What?”

“You’re talking about them like they’re pets, Twi.”

The librarian pouted. “They’re almost as good, if not better than pets! Easy to organize, comfortable to use, and they grow your intellect. Has a pet ever taught you about the intricacies of Mana Diffusion, or—”

Rainbow stretched and yawned loudly. “Yeah, it’s getting real nerdy in here. I think I’m gonna head out.”

She cackled as Twilight kept prattling to her, even past the point that she made it out the front door. “Well, that’s it for errands, I guess…” She brushed her hair back again, taking her time to let her fingers trail near the earrings. “At least I know these things won’t stand out all that much.”

She headed home, now content to just walk at a steady pace. Along the way, she kept catching herself reaching up to prod and caress her earrings. She stuffed her hands in the pockets of her hoodie, but the moment her mind wandered, they would sneak out again. It was hard to keep her mind off the trinkets, and she could have sworn she felt a subtle tingle where her ears touched the metal.

“I gotta get these off,” she muttered. One hand was poking at the tiny cross hanging from the bottom of her right ear. “They’re gonna drive me nuts.”

She would fiddle with them several times, mustering the will to remove them, only to feel a strange unease at the last moment. Quitting already? Come on, you’ve faced a lot worse than Rarity’s weird fashion ideas. That tingling sensation touched her ears again. Just think about something else. Leg day tomorrow, right? No errands, no favors… if she needs that kind of help, she should just hire someone… yeah...

Her limbs felt like lead weights by the time she made it home. Without even turning the lights on, she stumbled right up to her bed and collapsed onto it, head buried in a pillow. In her mind, she sank through the cushions and drifted away. A smile tugged on her lips as she felt that tingle on her ears, gently pulling her down into blissful unconsciousness.

“Rainbow Dash! What a coincidence!”

“Likely story,” Rainbow muttered under her breath. She slowed to a jog to let her friend catch up. “Hey Rares. What brings you all the way out here?”

The fashionista calmly strolled up to her, a large canvas bag tucked away under one arm. “Oh, just a morning stroll. I figured I would go look for some new gem deposits. New commissions coming up, have to be prepared!”

“Right.”

Rarity pouted and crossed her arms. “It is most certainly not ‘right’, darling,” she complained. “Can you believe it? A dozen orders, and more to come! I of course will rise to the challenge, but...”

Rainbow tried to feign disinterest. Every instinct in her screamed that she never cared much for Rarity’s business and did not intend to start now. And yet, she found herself taking mental notes, hanging on every word as though it were from a Daring Do novel. After a minute or so, she was thoroughly briefed on Rarity’s conundrum, and was herself wondering how the fashionista would resolve it.

“Sounds like you’ve got a lot on your hands,” she muttered, still lost in thought.

“Indeed I do! There’s fabrics to select, tools to acquire… and the paperwork! My goodness, mountains of it!”

There was a pregnant pause. Rainbow blinked, realizing she had been staring into the distance, and looked back at her friend’s big blue eyes, which were begging her. “Do you… need some help?”

“Darling, you’re too kind~” Before Rainbow could react, Rarity took her by the hand and led her away. “Come along, we haven’t a moment to lose!”

“Bwah! Hey, ease up!” Rainbow tried to pull free, but somehow the mere sensation of her friend’s hand grasping her own sent tingles all over her body, and she nearly stumbled over her own legs just trying to keep up. Rarity no doubt took notice of how flustered she was, and she responded with a smug smirk, making it that much more frustrating.

Looking around, Rainbow Dash noticed the two of them passing the stores in the middle of town. “Hey... I thought we were going gem hunting! What’s the deal?”

Rarity chuckled. “Of course we are, darling,” she said. “Later. We have a few errands to run first~”

Moments later, Rarity took a sharp turn, and the two of them burst into a store, where the seamstress finally released Rainbow’s hand. She took a moment to regain her wits before looking around, only to realize it was the shop for fabric supplies.

“Uh… wait, why do I need to be here?” She scratched at her head. “You know I don’t know much about fashion stuff.”

Rarity chuckled. “That’s perfectly fine, darling. An audience is just as helpful. Wait right here, I’ll be just a moment.”

With that, the girl took off, zooming between aisles to examine different materials and tools. Rainbow crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, watching her friend in a mix of bemusement and admiration.

She found it so strange. Somehow, Rarity’s obsession was captivating. It reminded Rainbow of her own passion for sports, and how much she loved competition. And hey, fashion shows are a kind of ‘competition’ too, right?

“Rainbow Dash? Darling, would you be so kind and get me some azure thread?”

“Huh?” Rainbow blinked, unwittingly snapping to attention the moment she heard Rarity’s voice. “Oh right, yeah, sure…”

She wandered off, aimlessly at first, only to spot a hint of blue in the corner of her eye. Looking over, she found a large shelf and immediately focused on a spool among dozens, having the exact shade Rarity needed. She picked it up and headed back to the fashionista. “This it?”

Rarity smiled and nodded. “Perfect! Thank you so much.”

Blood rushed to Rainbow’s cheeks, and she waved it off. “Don’t mention it.”

What in the world had gotten into her? Was she enjoying this? Sure, it was nice to be praised, but it was only natural that she did well. She certainly shouldn’t find it special that someone would ask her for help, trust her to be reliable and quick on her feet, and…

Rainbow shook her head. This was crazy. Her hand moved up to flick her left earring.

On and on it went, with the two of them going from store to store, picking up everything from dress supplies to groceries, and even a few personal luxury items. Time and again, Rarity would pause in her seemingly endless to-do list, and she sent Rainbow off to find a particular item.

Each occasion would follow a simple pattern: Rainbow snapped out of her daze, irked by the casual manner in which her friend bossed her around. She then set off on the ‘fetch quest’, often having little more than some weird brand name to go on. Within seconds, her keen perception would help her spot it from afar, and, swallowing her pride, she brought it back. Already on the return trip, she would grow restless, anticipating her reward while feeling deeply embarrassed and furious.

Rarity, for her part, lived up to her Element, generously handing out praise for her companion. And with every word she spoke, Rainbow felt her tension melt away into a rush of warm bliss. Just hearing Rarity’s voice was enough to make her blush.

All of this could not escape the fashionista’s notice, and she did not hesitate to exploit it to her own amusement. Rainbow bit her tongue as she saw Rarity’s knowing smirk, and she had to look away while handing over the latest item - some expensive perfume.

“Lovely, thank you so much, Rainbow Dash~” Rarity purred. “I could not ask for a more reliable helping hand. Mmm~” She sprayed a bit of the perfume on her hand and gently whiffed it. “Marvelous. You should really try some eau de toilette sometime, darling. It would do you wonders~”

Rarity held out her hand toward her friend. Rainbow cursed under her breath and quickly escaped to the far corner of the store.

Where did she get the nerve? Not only was Rarity teasing her, but she made sure to do so loud and proud in front of all the bystanders. And worst of all, Rainbow could not stop shaking. Her whole body felt warm, and her thighs quivered and rubbed together from the tingling between them. Even now, the scent of that “oh the whatever” haunted her, making her think of her friend wearing it, that aroma surrounding her so every breath in her presence would—

“Ugh!” She stamped her foot. “That’s it. Look, sorry Rares, but I gotta go.”

Rarity looked surprised, but she just shrugged with a smile. “That’s perfectly fine, Rainbow dear. We all have our business to attend to.”

“Yeah… business.”

“Thank you so much, you were wonderful today. I’d never have gotten so much done without you. And besides, there’s always tomorrow~”

Rainbow couldn’t even bring herself to reply. She waved over her shoulder, and the moment she was out the door, she broke into a sprint, not stopping until she made it home.

Rainbow Dash was not having a good day.

Even sleeping was risky business as of late. She would hop into bed, hoping to dream of blue skies and high speeds. Instead, she’d find herself twisting and turning, unable to get a strange nagging out of her head.

Her mind would keep obsessing over things she never cared for just a few days ago: errands, discussions, planning, preparations, and more. The list just went on and on, the world of fashion seeming endless, and a certain someone stood at the center of it all.

Rainbow groaned and kicked against the covers. She hated this! It was like being back in school, worrying about an upcoming exam! And worst of all, the tension was not even uncomfortable. It would pull her in, make her think of all these things and what she should do, followed by intense excitement as she fantasized about her friend’s reaction. Just the thought, the brief mental image, was enough to send a shiver through her body, making her curl up and blush. She could hear that voice in her fantasies, saying her name, praising her while her hands wandered, and before she could stop herself, she was off to the ‘high skies’ she craved.

Each morning after, she would wake up exhausted, deeply ashamed, frustrated… and sensitive all over. Even her dreams were haunted by bizarre scenarios and urges, and unlike most of her nightly experiences, she was having a hard time shaking these out of her head.

She checked herself in the mirror. Long and messy hair? Check. Covered in sweat? Check. Bags under the eyes? Surprisingly, uncheck. In fact, the longer she looked, the more she found that, in spite of any twisting and turning in bed, her appearance never seemed to hit a low that she couldn’t fix with more than a quick combing.

A comb. Yes, she had one of those now… for some reason.

Her eyes caught on a glint of metal. The earrings. She was even wearing them to bed these days. Each time she looked at them, the thoughts that haunted her came back with a vengeance. Often she would find herself just staring into a mirror without realizing it, obsessed with the tiniest details, wondering if it all ‘looked right’. She could feel a presence looming over her, inspecting along with her, while her heart raced in anticipation. She could almost hear that voice, and a shudder passed through her as she imagined words of approval, sending warm tingles that ran down to her–

“Cut it out!” Rainbow Dash found herself breathing rapidly, legs trembling from the lingering fantasy sensation. What in the world was she doing? Actually getting off on this nonsense? As if the display she put up in town wasn’t bad enough. Sure, helping a friend is a good thing, but she had to set limits!

Even as she argued with herself, she stared at the mirror again, taking up the comb to loosen any tangled locks in her hair. Each stroke soothed her tension somewhat. It made it easier for her to focus on finding her shoes. Maybe a nice jacket too, someone might have something nice to say about it…

No! She was not going to do this. It’s ridiculous. Besides, doesn’t she have her own routine? But I already went for a jog. Work out? There’s plenty of work to do there too. Well, couldn’t that Miss Pretty Bossy hire some actual help?

…maybe if I ask really nicely?

“Ah, good evening, Rainbow Dash.” Rarity leaned on the door and smirked. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Rainbow sighed and rolled her eyes. She made an effort to come off as flippant, but it was difficult to hide all the telltale signs of anxiety: shifting her weight back and forth on her legs, hands clenching and trying to bind each other, and a reluctance to meet her host’s gaze. Rarity’s expression just rubbed it in.

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” Rainbow said. “Can I come in?”

“Certainly~”

Rarity stepped back, opening the way for Rainbow. The sporty girl trudged inside, hands in her pockets, and she whistled a little tune while looking around. What am I doing here? Great, now she’s going to think I’m stalking her or something. I should just say I’m sorry and–

“Not that I mind your fabulous presence…” Rarity’s voice snapped her friend out of her stupor. “But I have to wonder. What brings you here tonight?”

Rainbow tensed up, feeling that odd tingle again from the compliment Rarity dropped, even if it was made in jest. She opened her mouth to reply, but found herself awkwardly mumbling instead. She was sure she had a purpose for coming here. Something she wanted to ask? Or do? With all that’s been happening, she found it hard to focus.

“Dunno,” she said, fumbling to break the awkward silence. “Just… felt like hanging out, I guess?”

“Mmhmm… well, you’re very welcome, darling~”

“Right…” Rainbow brushed back her hair, and one of her fingers touched her earring, giving her a small jolt. “Oh, hang on. So I’ve been wearing these all week. How much longer will this ‘fashion show’ last?”

“Not much longer, my dear. In fact, I’m already quite pleased with the results.”

“What results?”

“Oh, nothing~” Rarity gave a mischievous chuckle. “While you’re here, would you be a dear and fetch my notes? I think I left them on the desk there.”

“Hm?” Rainbow looked over, indeed seeing the small pile of papers next to her bag. It was but a few paces away from Rarity, it’s not like she couldn’t have picked them up herself. But she is quite busy, probably a new design. Rainbow shuffled her feet in place, feeling an odd pull toward the desk, as if the room itself had tilted toward it. It’s the least you can do, since she invited you in...

“Rainbow Dash?” Rarity said. “Is everything alright?”

“Whah? Oh, right, yeah.” She was already heading for the notes by the time she came back to her senses. Before another coherent thought could form, the papers were in her grip, and she had walked up to Rarity to hand them over. Her feet kept skidding and bumping on the floor, until she willed herself to enter a proper gait and stop making a fool out of herself. Her legs followed a straight line, giving her hips a noticeable sway, and her gait ensured that her heels could clear the ground properly. The steady clacking sound was foreign, but it also felt right, no longer a sign of her awkward stumbling from before.

“Thank you, you’re too kind~”

“D-Don’t mention it…”

The tingling on her ears persisted. Again and again, she felt the urge to fiddle with them, but something ended up distracting her. Stray locks of hair tickled her cheeks and neck, while her blouse felt tighter with each breath. Was she having a panic attack? Just from grabbing a couple pieces of paper?

While her thumb tweaked her earring, she made a few strands of her hair curl around her index finger. It felt silly, it probably looked silly, but it felt strangely relaxing. She still felt a bit tight around the chest, and even her skirt no longer swayed loosely against her thighs, but a couple deep breaths helped her relax, and the discomfort slowly faded.

“I mean… yeah, it’s not all that hard. Anyone could do it, really…” Her words trembled toward the end, as she tensed up in anticipation. Begging for praise? Really?

Rarity cooed and gave her friend a gentle rub on the shoulder. “You’re too modest. I think you’ll make a lovely assistant.”

“Uh-huh. I, uh…” Rainbow paused and gave a snort. “Yeah, right. Just cause I help out doesn’t mean I’ll be your lackey.”

“Indeed~”

There it was again. That strange unease, trying to make her focus on how Rarity’s words were not conditional. Like she actually believed Rainbow would be – or wanted to be – the fashionista’s assistant.

Ridiculous. Why would she even consider that? Being around this bossy prissy girl all day, prattling about fashion and dresses and whatever? Working on designs, or going out to do errands? Then maybe if she did a good job, she could stay with her after hours, spend the night together and–

“Rainbow Dash? Darling, is something the matter?”

“Bwah! Yeah, yeah, I’m fine! What do you want?” She bit her lip, cringing at how harsh the last line came out, but Rarity didn’t seem to mind.

“Ah, I seem to have left some of the fabrics upstairs. Darling, would you be so kind?”

Something about the way Rarity spoke put Rainbow on edge. Rather than tease, her tone sounded so natural, as though bossing her guest around was part of a perfectly normal daily routine. It would have felt irritating, had Rainbow not felt a strange familiarity with this, like she had done it several times before.

She nervously tapped her fingers along the handrail, making her nails click against the polished wood. Vaguely, she recalled that time a mani-pedi treatment at the spa scared her off. It felt so silly now, not like a nail file and some polish would kill her. On the other hand, looking a mess definitely might. She had an image to uphold!

Rainbow quickly found her way to Rarity’s bedroom, where she spotted a bundle of fabrics on the bed. She almost had to close her eyes to not let any more fantasies take hold, or she might just end up on that bed herself and never get up. Taking the materials, she held them against her chest, gasping as she felt the mass squeeze into her mounds, which felt strangely sensitive. With each step, she could feel the tiniest movements of that material rubbing against her, and the tiny jiggles in her rear only made it worse. She bit into her lip, only to find it surprisingly resilient and sensitive as well.

By some miracle, she managed not to moan by the time she made it down the stairs. Heading back to the main room, she grumbled at herself for being such a ‘squeaky toy’. What next, would fetching a coffee be ‘too hot to handle’? Will she start mewling once Rarity brings out the measuring tape? Yeah, real ‘tough girl’ act right there.

“Ohh, Darling. You’re going to turn out so wonderful~”

“Yeah…” Rainbow set the fabrics down on the desk nearby. She froze, blinking as her friend’s words finally got through the fuzziness in her head. “Wait… what? The heck do ya mean ‘turn out’? I…”

Having a moment of clarity, she played back the most recent minute of her stay. Her fantasies had run wild, making her groan and wriggle in place, cheeks burning and awkward giggles slipping from her lips. She tried to hide it, of course, by actually offering her friend some more errands while she worked. It only felt natural, it’s why she came here after all, so she–What?!

“You can feel it now, can’t you~?”

Almost as soon as Rarity said that, Rainbow saw a faint pink glow in the corners of her vision, and she felt a surge of warmth flow from her earrings. The temperature escalated rapidly, filling her entire skull, making her feel dizzy.

“Ha-ahhh… oh my… wh-what the hay? Rarity? I–”

The intense sensation made her hands fly to her ears, only for her to yelp and pull them away as the earrings gave her palms a light zap. It was only akin to a light pinch, but it left a lingering warmth and tingling, while the heat from the trinkets further intensified. There was never any pain, and yet it felt like ‘burning’, setting off every alarm bell in her instincts.

A vivid image flashed in her mind’s eye, showing a figure of stunning beauty, every detail clear as day. For a few moments – though it seemed to last much longer – she found herself lost in the fantasy as that image projected back onto her, flooding her with intense thoughts and sensations. She could see herself in an entirely new ‘shape’, her thoughts and actions taken up by tasks to run for her seamstress friend, whose very existence enveloped her whole world. She could hear voices, and her mind’s eye played out scene after scene, her friend at the center of them all. She tried to tell herself they were just strange fantasies, but they almost felt like vivid memories, no matter how ludicrous that seemed.

Rarity could hardly hold back a moan of delight upon seeing her friend’s catatonic expression, a low groan coming from Rainbow’s half-opened mouth as she tried to process what was happening. Eventually, she got her wits back enough to realize something was wrong. She pushed back against the presence that tried to impose itself, managing to return to her own world, though by that point, the ‘damage’ had already been done. She could feel it throughout her being, like a dream that she just woke up from. The finer details escaped her, but the general atmosphere lingered on. Deep down, it left a burning curiosity, not to mention arousal.

She whimpered as she felt that warm essence coursing back and forth, like a lover’s caress, further increasing that intoxicating heat in her body. When she struggled, it slipped away and teased her somewhere else, tricking her into focusing on it. The moment she did, the sensations intensified, the tingling focusing on a specific point.

Her fingers felt strange, especially near the tips. She lifted her hands before her eyes and gasped as she saw full, immaculate pink nails crown her fingers. There was something familiar about them, luring her train of thought down a hazy track, leading back to that fantasy that flooded her head before. She tried to catch herself, but her brief lapse of vigilance was enough to set off a chain reaction.

Another rush passed through her, gently streaming up her neck and trickling across her face, sending intense, but not unpleasant shivers along her body. She groaned as she felt the sensation focus around her mouth, gradually turning into a light buzz. Before her eyes, her reflection’s quivering lips began to swell, and the increasing size was matched by an uptick in sensitivity. She found herself letting out moans and whines each time her lips parted and pressed together. Her tongue ran over them repeatedly, as if hoping to stall the process, or at least comprehend it, but her reward was only more intense stimulation. Slowly but surely, her lips grew into a pair of luscious pillows, their color matching that of her nails.

Perfect for kissing… and sucking… and so many other lovely duties~ The intrusive thought made the blush on her cheeks return to its full intensity. Like my nails… so glad I got them done, they always told me they’re beautiful, and...

“N-Nohh…” Rainbow stumbled away from the mirror, only to find herself leaning on the desk nearby, staring at her perfectly manicured hands on some ruffled papers. She could see herself doodling, though the memory was hazy. Her nails tapped on a page, right over her notes for the day’s duties...

She pushed herself off the desk, but that just exposed her lower half, though her chest seemed to obscure more than it used to. Before her eyes, the fabric of her shorts - already a shadow of their former self - finished their transition into a thigh-hugging sky blue skirt, highlighting her gorgeous calves and making her skin tingle. She shuffled her feet, seeing a pair of cute high heels that matched her skirt in color.

Miss Rarity has a very strict dress code. ‘Strict’ as in ‘you will miss out on your bonus if you don’t wear it’!

Rainbow groaned again and shook her head. She tried to tell herself, scream at herself, that this kind of fancy-pantsy getup was not her thing, but it was a losing battle. Anything she focused on, she found herself fighting back moans at the thought of hearing Rarity’s commentary. Maybe even recommendations!

A tightness around her waist and chest signaled that her shirt and hoodie were next to change. She felt the urge to giggle as she felt the tingling from her legs rise above her hips as well, set off by her clothes turning into a skimpy white blouse. ‘Low-cut’ was an understatement, with the blouse only restrained over her belly button and spreading wide over her chest, exposing the bra underneath. The simple white undergarments had shifted into a pair of frilly blue and white cups.

There was a light tug on her scalp, and she could feel locks of her hair swaying more each time her head moved. She just caught a glimpse in the mirror of her hair lengthening, after which invisible fingers began to pull and ‘comb’ along her head, rearranging the messy strands. At the back, in particular, she could feel a knot forming, gathering up most of her rainbow coiffure. No way, she couldn’t even let her hair down?

Good hair and makeup are a must! Every bystander is an audience, and you must always look your best!

The idea threw her off, briefly making her lower her guard, which let the magic run wild. As an aspiring celebrity, she of course cared deeply about her image! And yet, when she tried to think of what her hair was supposed to be like, it all turned hazy again. She could see herself fiddling with her hair before the mirror, carefully forming it into a bun, just as Miss Rarity liked it. Something tickled her cheeks, brushing against her eyes, and she could just about see lightly applied foundation and eyeliner, and even her brows developed thinner and sharper lines. She showed me a hundred times, but it feels so good when I let her put it on!

“A-Ahhh… wait, s-stoohhhp! I… R-Ra…” A wave of dizziness hit her, and a warm, pink fog flooded her head briefly. Her tongue kept stumbling over the words, a subtle ‘force’ pushing back as she tried to get them out. That is, unless… “Mm-mm… Miss Rarity!” She gasped, slapping a hand over her mouth.

It took a lot of effort from Rarity not to let loose all her pent up lust and just throw herself at the blooming bimbo. Instead, she calmly waltzed over, gently hugging her dear friend from behind, just tight enough to keep Rainbow from fidgeting too roughly and hurting herself, with the added selfish desire to feel her masterpiece develop.

“Shhh, it’s alright.” Rarity brought a hand to Rainbow’s expanding bust, her fingers giving a teasing caress. “Just relax, Rainbow, darling~”

“Wh-What’s… nngh… happening? Why d-do I…? Ohh~” Moans of pleasure began to take over Rainbow’s panicked gasps and groans. Her blouse finished taking shape, just in time for a small surge she felt forming in her chest, and she squealed as her modest mounds gained at least two cup sizes in as many seconds, forming an impressive cleavage.

“Don’t fight it,” Rarity cooed. “It’s just the new you, waiting to come out~”

Rainbow whined, her voice becoming softer and gaining a higher pitch. “The new… me?”

“Of course! I always adored your vitality, Rainbow Dash. Your raw energy and passion... so much like my own.” Rarity squeezed those marvelous melons and let out an insidious chuckle. “All you lacked was guidance. Someone to tame your unruly tendencies.”

Unruly tendencies? Oh come on, she… wait… oh no… it’s all Rarity’s doing! She wants me to become a… a… “A-Ahhh~” Just the thought was enough to make her body shudder all over, the image in her mind becoming more vivid, almost impossible to ignore. Miss Rarity wanted her to fit the seamstress’ vision, and all she had to do was…

“Don’t strain yourself,” Rarity said. One of her hands slipped down, caressing along Rainbow’s midriff, slowly ‘walking’ down toward her thighs. “Your specialty is action, isn’t that right, dear? Leave all the boring thinking to Miss Rarity and just let your head reach the skies~”

”N-No-ohhh…” Another wave of dizziness hit Rainbow Dash, which left her head feeling strangely light. Like a burden had been lifted, making it easier to relax. Something told her to feel alarmed, but her thoughts just became lost among the ‘clouds’.

She tried thinking about her track course, but instead saw herself in an elegant trot down Ponyville, notepad and bag in hand. She thought of the gym, walking up to the next machine and giving herself a good workout. She blinked and saw herself bend over to pick up some bags, carrying them after Miss Rarity on their latest shopping spree. They returned to Carousel Boutique, ready to start a day of fashion work, with maybe a bit of ‘team building’ on the side.

“This new design looks amazing!” she could hear herself say. Indeed, the mannequin in Rarity’s studio looked better every moment, with a brand new design slowly taking shape, Rainbow’s boss showing off her genius with every new piece she added. Was this really any different? Rarity was just using her talent to create something amazing that would impress everyone, and— Wait… no, that’s not what she—

“You always aim to please, darling. This is no different. Come on, you can do it! Show me how you would like to please Miss Rarity~”

In a moment of weakness – or rather curiosity – Rainbow’s reluctance gave way, which allowed the magic to fully run its course. What was merely a ‘trickle’ at first, a few small details adjusting here and there, turned into an outright ‘flood’, with waves of ecstatic sensations rushing through her body and mind. She sighed and closed her eyes, sinking into a pleasant daze as she felt that power envelop her, free to mold her as it pleased. Her fear was replaced by euphoria, and even a hint of excitement about what the result would be.

Those warm waves flowed back and forth over her being, finishing all the adjustments to the ‘new design’. Rainbow moaned as she felt her breasts and rear expand, her clothes shifting to match just in time before the fabric would split open from the pressure. Her hair bundled itself up tightly, while she giggled from a light tickling on her face, the noise showing off her changing voice. She felt a hot breath on her neck, and Rarity delivered a long, hot kiss on it, just in time for Rainbow to feel her sensitivity ramp up, making her mewl and squirm in response. A final rush hit her head, making her feel like she was soaring toward the heavens, the last of her anxiety drifting away.

Slowly, the sensations faded, and she opened her eyes, staring at their pink-tinted reflection in the mirror. Her mouth was half-open, showing off those gorgeous pink pillows and giving her an adorable vapid expression. She reached up with a finger, pressing a long pink nail against her lower lip, shivering slightly from the sensitivity as it sank into the plump flesh. A pink glow brought her attention to the earrings at the sides of her head, now having expanded to a pair of large hoops, the light matching the tint of her eyes. Something about that glow was familiar, making her start to fidget in place.

As her eyes slowly wandered, she took in the skimpy outfit, hugging her curvy figure nicely. Plain and professional, ready for a day of business. Every feature was so familiar, setting off intense memories, yet the ensemble was a stranger. She struggled with it, like waking up from a dream and trying to piece it back together. She noticed purple in the corner of her vision and looked over to see Miss Rarity’s smug smirk, looming over the woman’s shoulder, hands gently massaging her sides.

“Ohh…” The bimbo secretary giggled, leaning into her beloved boss, the familiarity of her embrace finally helping things click into place. “Hi Miss Rarity. Are we, like, doing another business meeting~?”

Rarity gave a low chuckle, with only a keen eye able to catch her thighs clenching at Rainbow’s words. “Indeed we are, my dear. The most important one yet~”

Rainbow moaned as Rarity squeezed her chest, and she responded by wiggling her plush rear against her friend’s groin. “Okay! I’ll do my best~”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way~”

No more words were exchanged, as Rarity lost all semblance of self-control. A bit of her even panicked as she saw herself turn her friend around, pulling her into a tight embrace as she dove in for a deep kiss. Something hot and ruthless took control of her, intent on devouring the cute and horny bimbo she had created, and her new ‘employee’ seemed eager to play along.

At first, Rarity was unmatched, having free reign to kiss and nibble whatever she pleased, while she enjoyed the sweet sounds of Rainbow’s moans, along with the occasional vapid giggle. She could explore a heavenly variety of curves and soft spots, each one leading to different responses, either vocal or dynamic, with her horny secretary squirming in her grip.

As she progressed however, Rarity noted a rather awkward issue: she was starting to break a sweat, her breathing more and more rapid, while Rainbow could still just giggle away between moans, at times even stopping to praise her beloved boss. Of course, Rarity was aware of her friend’s stamina, but she assumed it would crumble under the might of Rarity’s lust and creativity. Instead, if the seamstress didn’t know any better, Rainbow’s innocent giggling was more of a tease, taunting her with the implication that all of Rarity’s efforts so far were ‘just a light tickle’.

Not to be outdone, Rarity upped the ante, her fingers and tongue diving into every spot that she could discover having an effect. The ‘meal’ was heavenly, there was no doubt about that, as one would rarely get to taste the raw power in Rainbow Dash, especially in such a gorgeous package. Under the delectable padding of the woman’s breasts and rear, Rarity could dig into firm muscle, ready to burst, only held back by the secretary’s admiration for her superior. With every kiss, Rarity tasted Rainbow’s hot breaths, feeling the spice that was sweetened by her giddy outbursts. They made it all the more tantalizing to unleash and conquer such treasures.

Victory seemed within reach, as she could hear the bimbo’s squeals reaching new heights, now only able to call out “Miss Rarity” repeatedly. It gave the fashionista all the motivation she needed, and she called upon every reserve she had. Even Rainbow’s earrings seemed to glow brighter, to the point that they hurt to look at. Rainbow’s moans turned into cries, while Rarity herself growled until she ran out of breath. Pressure welled in her body, her mischievous vibe from before turning into a desperate struggle, though one which promised a climactic reward.

Finally, Rarity could feel the telltale outbursts and convulsions in her friend, and she would not miss a moment of it. She pulled Rainbow into one final, breathtaking kiss, while their thighs coiled together below, letting them grind into each other as they rode out the bimbo’s climax. Rarity herself managed to push herself into a modest release, though by this point it felt like she was squeezing the life out of herself.

The two of them collapsed against a nearby desk, with Rarity’s face buried in Rainbow’s generous mounds. She gave a muffled groan, gasping for breath and trying to regain her wits. She did it! She won! It took a lot of work, but it was more than worth it. And once Rainbow recovered as well, they could—

“Tee-hee, that was, like, really awesome, Miss Rarity~”

Rainbow’s words made Rarity’s heart skip a beat. She leaned back, staring wide-eyed at her friend, and was met with those big, pink eyes, the lashes fluttering innocently. By now, Rainbow was panting softly from their little ‘wrestling match’ moments ago, but it was nothing compared to how breathless Rarity was.

“So, meeting’s over?” the bimbo chirped. Pink-tipped fingers came up to brush aside one of Rarity’s now messy purple locks, and Rainbow leaned in to peck her on the lips. “Heh-heh… or do we, like, go over things one more time~?”

Rarity was left completely stunned, only her lips quivering from the smooch she just got. Impossible. This was insane! No way could she keep going with a partner like this! One more attempt, and she might die! Or, at the very least, she would pass out…

“Aww… is everything okay, Miss Rarity?” Rainbow’s big lips formed into a heart-melting pout.

Indeed, it might be lethal. Would she pass it up? Never.

The door to Silky Solutions opened with a soft jingle, and Satin heard the distinct clacking of high heels on the hardwood floor. Two pairs of heels, moving at a steady pace. It was a promising sign, no doubt the kind of customers who would browse a lot and buy in bulk.

“Welcome to Silky Solutions,” she began, emerging from behind the counter. “Please, have a look around, and let me know if… you…”

She trailed off, staring in awe at the new arrivals. One of them she recognized immediately – a repeat customer, after all – while the other was a slender woman wearing a simple, form-fitting business outfit. The way it showed off her curves made Satin feel like she was staring at an old movie cliche, with an eye candy secretary trailing behind her more modest superior. The storeowner cleared her throat, doing her best to

“Oh my, that’s… quite an outfit you’ve got there, Rainbow… Dash?”

Satin’s eyes widened as realization set in. Those distinct, bright locks, and the familiar color scheme of her clothes! There was no mistaking them! And yet, the young woman who entered her store was a world apart from the cocky athlete Satin would sometimes see jog past her store.

“Tee-hee, thanks!” Rainbow said. “Miss Rarity has such good taste.”

“Ah…” Satin turned to look at Rarity. Unnerving thoughts emerged in her head, but Satin quickly dismissed them as absurdity. “Ah! Yes, she… certainly does.”

Rarity beamed with pride, stepping up beside her friend. “Only the best for my beloved, talented assistant. Isn’t that right, Miss Dash?”

“Mhm~” Rainbow hugged her clipboard against her chest, pushing up her sizable mounds. “She’s, like, such a good boss. She even fucks a silly little secretary like me~”

Pride quickly turned into shock. “Miss Dash!” Rarity snapped. “Language!” Her cheeks burned as she looked at Satin, but the store owner seemed completely entranced by Miss Dash’s antics, thus the uncouth outburst was never brought up.

The rainbow-haired bimbo just giggled and sauntered off to organize some paperwork, while Rarity quickly took Satin aside to discuss ‘new fabrics’. Time and again, Satin would try to ask about her friend – particularly when Rainbow would chime in with another suggestive remark – and Rarity quickly changed the topic.

“But isn’t that…?” Satin felt increasingly awkward, even blushing as she tried to look at Rarity’s ‘employee’. “When did she… how… Rainbow Dash, are you—”

“A most valued helping hand,” Rarity said. “Exactly the kind I need to deal with the trials of fashion.”

Rainbow toyed with one of her bright locks, wrapping it around her finger. “Yeah, she like, put me through some trials last night too~”

“Miss Dash!”

Such antics went on until the duo finally took their leave, with more to come throughout their tour of the town, taking care of errands while introducing ‘Miss Dash’ to more and more dumbfounded residents. And while Rarity played up her ‘frustration’, it became difficult to hide the shudders of excitement she got each time the two of them made a scene. They walked side by side, her hips rubbing into Rainbow’s expanded rear, neither able to keep their hands to themselves.

They barely made it to the clothing store with any semblance of dignity. Rarity snatched up whatever item was within reach, just to have an excuse, and she all but shoved her assistant into the nearest fitting booth – though it may also have been Rainbow Dash dragging her. Before the first giggle fully left the bimbo’s delectable lips, Rarity pushed into them, growling as she tasted those warm breaths once more.

Their booth even had a stool. Perfect. She got to go first, of course, being the ‘boss’ and all, but a hushed promise of a ‘bonus’ for Rainbow’s ‘hard work’ was all the encouragement her secretary needed. Rarity sat down and spread her legs, while Rainbow sank to her knees. As the first wave of pleasure rode up the fashionista’s spine, she arched her back, moaning into her hand over her mouth, which was echoed by a purr against her slit.

They would get caught. It would be a complete scandal. It would absolutely ruin her, and her friends would be furious! And right now, Rarity couldn’t care less. She placed a hand on the bimbo’s head, gently but firmly pushing her deeper. A tongue joined those plump lips, and she found herself riding a rainbow highway to the heavens.

Author's Note

My most sincere apologies for taking so long with this chapter. I expected this one to be a lot shorter, but each scene felt like it needed more substance once I got to it, and some of the interactions were just too much fun to pass up.

Still, I'm confident that the later chapters can have a faster pace, as Rarity succumbs to her dirty desires and becomes a lot less hesitant about how she approaches her friends.