The Cherry Pop Chronicles: Rarity

It was fashion week in New York and Rarity was beyond excited, she owned three boutiques, was already fairly popular among some of the biggest names in fashion and she was only 23! It really had been a meteoric rise to fame for her, what's more is that this time she had some companionship in the form of the charming young boy she had accidentally sent a rather fetching hat to, Pistachio. Pistachio was ecstatic, spending time with Rarity during fashion week in New York and to top it all off he would be turning 18 at the end of the week? It was like Christmas had come early. "Thank you so much for inviting me to fashion week Rarity! I really cannot express to you how grateful I am!" Pistachio said as Rarity was fetching her designs in the back room of "Rarity For You".

Rarity smiled and said "Oh think nothing of it my dear! You obviously share my passion for fashion, how I could deny a handsome young man like you a chance to experience one of the biggest fashion events that I happen to be attending? Especially now that I'm going to be demonstrating my femme fatale range!"

Rarity revealed a clothes rail lined with several forms of attire in various deep purples and reds all perfectly meshed with accents of black, the clothes weren't exactly lingerie but they were a tad more risque than Rarity's usual designs, but the theme if this years fashion week was "Sensuality" so it made perfect sense to go for something... well, sensual!

Pistachio was mesmerized, he always loved Rarity's designs and this time was no different "Wow, they're incredible Rarity!" he said, he just couldn't contain how excited he was.

Rarity smiled and said "Oh Pistachio you're far too kind! Anyway, we must dash, we'll want to make sure that the lovely ladies who will be wearing these garments are properly prepped for the event, we'll have to catch a taxi!" With that, Pistachio and Rarity left the boutique to catch a taxi to to venue where fashion week was being held.

-1 hour later-

"My goodness! Finally here! Honestly, there is almost too much hustle and bustle in this city. It really should not take an hour to flag down a taxi and get us from point A to point B, I suppose it's lucky that we left earlier than we needed to, I pride myself on being punctual".

Janine Manewitz remained silent for a moment to make sure Rarity had finished her rant, then said "The models are waiting in the backstage area, you have 15 minutes to get them ready before the show starts". 15 minutes?! Rarity went into a frantic frenzy and immediately, she and Pistachio rushed backstage. The six models were standing there in nothing but their undergarments and Rarity thanked whatever higher power there was that the models had the good sense to apply their own make-up, knowing that they were going to be displaying Rarity's "femme fatale" range, they had chosen all the right color for their lipstick and eye shadow, reds, purple and blacks to perfectly match the outfits. Pistachio blushed rather hard, he had never seen so much skin on show before, let alone six half naked women who had made a career out of looking good.

"Oh girls! Sorry for being so late! Here are the clothes you'll be wearing, it doesn't matter particularly which ones you wear but do try and pick out ones that will accentuate your assets and match the make-up your wearing, quick as you can please!" The models did as instructed and made their way to the changing rooms.

"Wow Rarity" said Pistachio "I don't know how you do it! Being so organized, ready to show the world your designs, it all seems so daunting. I don't know that I could do it..." Pistachio seemed a little disheartened, witnessing the "behind the scenes" of the fashion world made him feel that despite his desire to design his own fashion one day, he might not be cut out for it. He knew that fashion must be hard work, but to be a perfectionist in every aspect of it! He didn't think he was capable.

Rarity saw the look on Pistachio's face and placed a hand on his shoulder "Now you listen here Pistachio, I didn't give you that rather gorgeous hat and invite you to fashion week just because I'm a generous woman, you my dear are destined for a career in fashion. Besides, you don't honestly think I do all this without any help do you? Pistachio, when you hit the scene the world of fashion won't know what hit it, but they'll like it!"

Pistachio smiled "You really think so?"

Rarity said "I know so" and pulled him into a hug, which much to Pistachio's embarrassment, inadvertently smooshed his face right in between Rarity's massive tits. As Rarity released him, the models came out of the dressing rooms looking like they were villains and walked straight out from a James Bond movie, they all looked deliciously seductive with just a hint of danger, the perfect look for any femme fatale, naughty but in the best possible way. Pistachio was flustered, he had no idea where to look, so he just looked at the floor, begging his body not to have a particular reaction to being surrounded by seven gorgeous women. Luckily he was saved when an announcement rang out through the studio.

"Welcome everyone to this year's fashion week! Now as you all know the theme of this year's fashion week is sensuality, so you can expect to see some rather risque designs! Speaking of which, let's begin the show! Up first is the latest in fashion from one of our favorite fashionista's, that's right, displaying her femme fatale range is Rarity!"

Rarity gasped "Ah! Go girls! Get out on that catwalk and strut your stuff!"

The girls, rather calmly began their demonstration of Rarity's garments. Rarity and Pistachio found a good place backstage where they could view the show and see who and what they were up against. Pistachio didn't realize just how provocative this show was going to be, the poses were borderline soft core pornography! The first model in the femme fatale attire got to the front of the catwalk and then struck three poses, the first was facing the audience with her legs spread wide on her knees, thrusting her chest out, the next she was faced with her side to the audience, bent over with her back arched, the third was the most sexual pose of them all. She was faced away from the audience and in a bizarre twist began to slip what she was wearing off, she let the fabric roll down her body until it reached top of her ass crack, at which point she stopped the clothing from falling off completely, giving the audience a lovely view of her slender back whilst managing to hide her breasts. But Pistachio and Rarity were not part of the audience, so they got to see a full view of this particular models bust, it was a decent size, though a cup size or two down from Rarity's particularly impressive mammaries.

The rest of the show continued like this, a continuous performance of women in some of the most enticing clothing going to the front of the catwalk and being the biggest teases in fashion history. Pistachio, being at the age he was, was entirely transfixed and unsurprisingly had become increasingly hard. The audience were similarly riveted, plenty of wolf whistles and flash photography, but nothing overtly sexual, otherwise security would have been called in to have them removed, this was a fashion show after all, not a strip club. The judges were sat there, silently inspecting the clothes and seeming not to react to the rather sultry poses the models were striking for each line, the rumor was that each judge had a companion hidden under the judges desk who was employed specifically to service them at events like this, though nothing had ever been confirmed.

When the show ended, the audience roared with applause, while Pistachio and even Rarity had become a bit hot under the collar. Another announcement rang out "Thank you very much to the lovely models and designers for this shows fashion week, very adequately displaying the theme of sensuality! We will now take a 10 minute break where the judges will be discussing who they think had the hottest fashion to ever greet the catwalk".

Rarity let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and said "Ooh! Now all we have to do is wait!" She turned to Pistachio and immediately saw the rather uncomfortable situation he was in, there was no denying the tent he was pitching in his pants.

Pistachio was immeasurably embarrassed "I'm so sorry! It's... well because of the... and I-" Rarity instantly shushed him.

"Now now dear, it's quite understandable, I admit I became rather flustered myself at the displays on that catwalk, but this simply won't do. Go find a secluded room and come back when you've calmed down alright?" Pistachio nodded and dashed off to find a room where he could wait for his boner to go down. The models walked in on their way to the dressing rooms to get changed, Rarity beamed and said "Bravo girls! Terrific stuff! You get changed and take a rest, you deserve it!" As the girls all filed into the dressing room, who should appear around the corner but Coco Pommel. Rarity was overjoyed "Coco darling! There you are! Where have you been?"

Coco smiled and said "Hello Rarity, I would have come to see you earlier but I was... um... following your instructions" she said. Coco had been employed by Rarity to act as an assistant, but over time her job description became more and more like a servant rather than an assistant, but Coco was not complaining in the slightest. Coco continued "Hoity Toity sends his thanks, he said that my skills under the judges desk helped him keep a clear head when evaluating the clothing on show"

Rarity gave a sultry smile before bringing Coco in for a passionate kiss, when they separated Rarity said "How have you been handling your other instructions dear?"

Coco lifted the front of her skirt, showing off her utterly soaked panties "Very well Miss Rarity, as promised I have not touched myself since the last time you were in New York. I've had to change panties and clean myself up on numerous occasions, people were starting to wonder why I was visiting the bathroom so frequently"

Rarity gave an approving look before saying "What about the back?"

Coco turned around and lifted the back of her skirt, showing the butt plug she had firmly lodged in her ass "It has been in there since this morning Miss Rarity"

Rarity grinned "Excellent" she said as she gave Coco's butt a swat.

Coco let go of her skirt and turned to face Rarity, then nervously she said "Miss Rarity...may I please take out the butt plug? I really... really need to take a shit".

Coco gasped as she realized her fatal error, one of Rarity's rules was to never use vulgar language, how could she have forgotten? Rarity gave her a disapproving look as she reached into her handbag and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps. Coco whimpered as she obediently lifted up her shirt to reveal her breasts, Rarity made sure the clamps were firmly in place, making Coco wince, before she moved away and allowed Coco to put her shirt back down. Though Rarity wasn't completely cruel and heartless "Tell you what Coco dear, keep in that butt plug and those clamps on for the next two hours, if you can do that then the next time I come to New York, I will set aside a whole day where you and I can have some fun and play time, OK?"

Coco bowed and said "Yes Miss Rarity" then made her leave just as Pistachio had returned with his dick perfectly soft again, which Rarity considered a shame seeing as Coco's visit had greatly heightened her libido, just her luck to be in the mood when she was in the company of a boy who wasn't going to be legal until the end of the week. Then again, it wasn't likely that she wouldn't be horny by the time that came around and she was a patient woman, that was an idea. Pistachio said "Hi Rarity! Again, sorry about before, you know how it is with boys my age, right?"

Rarity chuckled and said "Oh indeed I do Pistachio darling, come come, they are about to announce the winner!"

Pistachio scoffed "There's no way you didn't win Rarity, you had the best clothes out there!"

Rarity smiled and gave him a soft peck on the cheek "You are a sweetheart, but let's not jump to conclusions, maybe some other designer clinched the prize"

Pistachio again was skeptical "Yeah right!"