Rarity in Twilight's Library

by Kentavritsa

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Human, Sweetie Belle, Fetish, Science Fiction, Rarity, Other, Non-consensual, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, Random, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 3404

Pinkie Pie had suggested a book, for Rarity to read; "Fabulous Fashion". The book is hidden deep within Twilight Sparkle's personal library. However, the adventure is hidden within the book. What Rarity is about to experience, is Fabulous Fashion.

Trust Pinkie Pie to suggest the most fun and exciting books imaginable, because this time she does exactly that.

The book in question is hidden deep within Twilight Sparkle's private library. Its title is; "Fabulous Fashion".

Twilight Sparkle is only too eager to open the gates of her castle, letting a friend into her home; sharing the deep knowledge, hidden within her library. Sharing her passion with her friends is after all the most natural of things. Why shouldn't it be?

Once Rarity is reaching the inner sanctum, of Ponyville's Princess; could she possibly have been prepared, for what the adventure will be throwing her way?

Apparently; Rarity isn't the only to live and breathe fashion, and Rarity is just about to learn the depth of the joy. In a more literal manner.

Once she is cracking the covers of the book, the gate is flooding her with the wealth of its contained adventure. An adventure into an entirely new world, where fashion is truly fabulous.

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Written by: Kentavritsa
Edited by: Kentavritsa
Re-edited by: ???
Password: It was under F

Published 2021-06-12 18:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-06-17 23:03:26 UTC

3 :Into the Dragon's Lair: 1

Author's Note

Rarity's POV

3 :Into the Dragon's Lair: 1

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The hall leading to Twilight's personal library is quiet, and dark. I move forwards, towards the door.

I extend my right hand towards the plaque by the side of the library door, spreading my fingers as wide as possible; only for the door to slide up, ominously quiet and foreboding. Since the door is sliding up, I am clearly invited into the cavernous room; as the heavy scent of old to ancient books is flooding my nostrils on my way into the room.

Now it is dark, quiet; as I enter the room, only for the doors to decisively slide shut behind me.

As the door is closing, behind me; I notice how the star skape slowly starts to illuminate the room, before me. The tranquility is draconian, as I continue into the room.

"A, B, C.." reads the sign at the end of the shelves I am walking past; "D, E, F.." it continues.

"Ah, F; there it is, now I just need to find the book she mentioned!" I ponder, quietly.

"Fabulous Fashion" the title of the book read; "Yes, that is exactly the book I was looking for!" I exclaim, excitedly as I finally do come across the book I had been told to be looking for; "Even if it is Pinkie Pie who was recommending the book, but I still do hope it is as good as I had been lead to believe!" I continue; pondering as I am picking the book, out of its position.

This book is thick, heavy; a solid tome, worthy of Twilight's precious and well guarded library to be sure.

"Leather bound, and in pristine condition!" I ponder, as I feel the smooth material of the back of the book in my hand.

"How did she even come across a book like this?" I ponder; "Even if she happened to be the sole protege of Princess Celestia herself!" I continue

"I know Twilight was the star pupil of Celestia, but exactly how much did she invest in Twilight in the first place?" I ponder; "For Twilight, to have a book like this; a book about fashion, nonetheless!" I conclude.

With the promised price in hand, in the form of this exquisite book; I take a step back, pondering the next move. Scanning the room, to the left and right; before it hits me, I have a small reading lounge at the end of the path lined by these bookcases.

"How typically Twilight Sparkle?" I ponder, contemplating the situation I had just stepped into.

Of course, I do want to read the book right away; even if I may want to ask her, if I could borrow the book. Purely in the interest, of picking up some inspiration in learning the tricks hidden within the covers of the book, I am holding in my hand.

I had known she was and still is a serious nerd, the royal Book Horse of tried and true breeding stock, unmatched and unrivaled throughout the realms. Do I, or we have Celestia the Princess to blame or thank for that?

Walking the short distance, to the relatively far off edge of the path did not take me more than a few minutes; while maintaining the Lady like, measured gait. On second thought, I guess this will be interesting. There is a small balcony, with its left side open; ready for me to step right in, before I am manoeuvring up to the second floor of this tall library. Because, of course this had to be a multi floor library. Didn't it?

However, after just a few more minutes; the balcony had managed to reach its intended destination

Curiously enough, I had to step out on the crystal clear crystalline floor; in order to reach the intended destination, so I can read my book in peace and quiet. Naturally, the air is a dead silent serenity befitting a comfortable read.

Maybe I could even have a cup of tea, up here?

Of course, I could; just as I picture Twilight Sparkle enjoying this, in the quiet solitude. All I need to do; is to summon Spike and I have my tea, in the next instant.

"Summoning Spike, indeed!" I ponder, as I snicker about the mere idea of summoning someone

What is this; the dark ages, with waiters and waitresses waiting on my smallest of whims?

I know Spike is Twilight Sparkle's Assistant, but he has always loved to be there on hand and serve my every whim all the same. I should not have been abusing this so shamefully as I had, but at the time I could not quite help myself. He had literally been begging me to.

He had grown up, since then; he has more pressing duties, and I don't even know if he is even in the castle. He could as easily have been in the Royal castle of Canterlot; doing Celestia knows what. He could be, couldn't he?

I stifle a snicker, as I see the image before me; Spike polishing Princess Celestia's beautiful, Royal hooves. Even without the Diamonds on her flank, Celestial is just as white as I am; whiter, possibly. I could never hold a candle to her after a millennium of regal experience.

How could I?

I can't even hold my own, against Twilight Sparkle; she is purple, and has just a few years as Princess. Though the stars in her make makes the star skape all the more befitting as lighting in her private library.

If the floor is clear, to me; maybe it is the same lavender purple, when she is in here?

At first, it had been a bit hard to get used to and somewhat disconcerting to me; but then the beauty of it all just started to grow, on me. I can instinctively feel the beauty, of the crystal; this is not mere glass, or plastic. I could never have trusted glass, or plastic; the way I can trust a gem, and be confident in its beauty and strength.

Diamond, or Sapphire is all the same to me; I am not the expert in mineralogy, or the physical quality of the respective's

"Where is my fainting couch?" I ponder; "But I guess it would not be very good, for reading comfortably!" I then correct myself.

There is a highly comfortable looking armchair in the middle of the room, overlooking the open space in which I had just found myself. More a throne, than an armchair possibly. However, it does look mighty comfortable.

On second thought; I think I would prefer one of the two reading couches I can see in the right and left corners, respectively. Just that they are so laid-back, they could have been found on an old fashioned rocket taking you to the moon.

Not that I had intended, or planned to go to the moon or anywhere else in the physical world; I just want to read the book I had just found, in Pinkie Pie's suggestion. Since the book had promised me, to go places in the name of the All-mighty Muse; I need to be comfortable, and go in style.

There is no questioning that.

The frame of the armchair, or throne is clearly a metallic variant of Twilight Sparkle's very own Lavender purple. How befitting. However, the cushions are a somewhat different feel and hue. Not quite silk or velvet, but a rich and comforting sheen to them all the same.

As I am approaching the reading coach on the right; I notice how the cushions are changing hue, to a silicon white more befitting of my individual elegance.

"Maybe they call me March Mallow for a reason!" I ponder, with a rich and delicate snicker.

Just like a March Mallow, I am after all pristinely white all over just like aforementioned March Mallow, I am also sweet, soft and delightful. I have no reason to complain, this is the effect of a lifelong endeavour.

However, this March Mallow is in for a good book; hoping to enjoy, what I had been promised.

How could anyone deny me this?

Of course; it is not just in the literal adventure contained within the book, but also the inspiration promised to be contained within.

I had walked all the way up, to the reading couch on the right side; stopping, only to take my rightful place so I can crack this book open. The next moment, I am finding myself comforted by the squishy cushions on the couch.

"Ooo-oo-oooh!" I exclaim excitedly, in hushed and lady-like tones.

As I am laying down, I feel the invitingly soft fabric of the smooth silicon under me; as it is touching and caressing my white skin all over, with soothing and comforting effect.

I feel utterly and completely relaxed, ready to crack the book open.

Where the pillow, or pillows of my bed would have been; there is an indentation, sculpted for holding a book in a comfortable position for me to read unhindered.

The book slowly slips into position, as I am making myself comfortable; assuming the position, lending me the most comfortable experience.

I crack the book open, reading the title of the book before me.

"Fabulous Fashion"

Now I am flipping the page, as I am readying myself for the promised adventure.

4 :Enter the Suits: 2

Author's Note

Hitomi's POV

Next chapter: Observed while Changing

4 :Enter the Suits: 2

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"Hitomi, Hitomi; can you help me, I am just ready to try out this fabulous new suit!" I hear my daughter Chihiro, only with Sweetie Belle's voice.

"Yes, but of course; my dear Chihiro!" I respond, as I am raising to my feet and walk towards the door.

On the way, I extend my right hand, lifting it up to the plaque on the right side of the door; only to press the palm down and spread my fingers wide, to make the door open and let me out of the room. Just as I had walked over the threshold, the door quietly closes behind me.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak.." is heard, as I set foot outside my room.

Of course the floor is enjoying the treat of the crystal clear silicon. While it does lend the distinctly squeaking noises, it also makes it impossible to slip on the floor outside the room.

Now I feel the sticky grip, as I continue along the balcony above the living room; as I take to the right, towards the room where Chihiro is waiting for me.

Somehow, the pressure of my feet is making the floor glow; with each step I take, just giving me enough light to see where I am going

I stop, at the end of the balcony; extending my right hand, pressing the palm onto the plaque and spread my fingers. The door slides up and I step right in.

Just as expected, she is already inside. The door of her wardrobe open, as she is pulling the last garment off of her. I quietly watch, as she steps out of her panties; before she is kicking them up, to leave them into the chute.

The door slides shut behind me, quietly.

"Right on time.." she exclaims; "I'm ready to put the ensemble on, with some assistance on your part!" she concludes.

"For you, Chihiro!" I respond; "Always!" I point out.

"I know, Hitomi!" she responds, with a delightful snicker; "Red, or blue?" she inquires, holding up the red in her right hand, and the blue in her left hand.

"Bloody metallic red.." I ponder; "or electric metallic blue?" I continue; "Let me see!" I conclude, as I am weighing the fashionable aspects in my mind.

Naturally, the design of the two pairs of tights is identical; that is after all part of the indecision, in the first place.

Admittedly, both are good or she would not even have either of them in the first place; but right now, the red would go better with her feminine nature. At least, in my eyes.

"Red should be just right for you, today!" I finally suggest.

"Red it is, then!" she points out, as she is putting the blue tights back on its hanger; before she is turning her back on me, as she is about to put the tights on.

Not that she does have any issues with her balance, or that she is shy or does not wish me to see; she just enjoys to have me as support, for the joy of the sensation of my hands on her waist. Naturally, I oblige. Instantly.

I lift my hands, extending my arms towards her; slowly grabbing her waist, just as she had asked me to. Not just because I wanted to, which I admittedly do enjoy; but because she had asked me to, because she is enjoying it royally.

As I place the palms of my hands on her waist, I feel the sticky grip engage; just the way I know she enjoys it, just as much as I do. I just spread my fingers slightly, to put emphasis as I am enjoying the moment behind her.

With the support of my hands, firmly on her waist; she is lifting her right foot, as she is holding up the tights before her. Slowly slipping the foot right down into the tight embrace of the tights she is holding before her; sliding the foot ever further down, as the material is tightening up in the effort of contracting around her smooth skin. The smooth material, slippery to the point of feeling wet; as she continues to slide the right foot all the way down, until her toes finally do reach the end.

Now she is pulling the tights all the way up, before she is affording the garments a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; in order to ascertain that ever elusive perfect fit. She had just put her right foot down onto the floor; as she started to tug, finding the perfect and comfortable balance.

I notice, how she is lifting up her left foot; slipping it down into the tights, sliding the foot all the way down comfortably. I maintain my grip, all the while; as she is affording the tights a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; in order to ascertain that ever elusive fit.

Just as she had set her left foot down, once more; she is finally standing firmly, on her two feet again.

She is grinning.

"Could you let go, for just a moment?" she inquires.

"Yes, but of course!" I respond, as I let go of her.

She takes a step back, fluidly; before she is turning around slowly: once, twice and thrice. In the process, she is showing off her figure; as well as the effect, the suit is having on her appearance for me to see.

I can't help but notice, the tightness and smooth figure it is lending her; though it appears the tights had stolen her toes, while also leaving her mound plump, yet perfectly and inoffensively smooth.

"Excellent, excellent; you are quite beautiful, in these tights!" I exclaim, complementing on her looks.

She grins in excitement, "Thanks!" she then utters, beaming a grin at me, snickering.

"I take it, this is the time you slip these gorgeous gloves on?" I offer, pointing at a pair of skin-tone full-length gloves still hanging in her wardrobe.

"Oh!" she exclaims; "These looks just right!" she continues, as she is casting a glance in the direction of the gloves I had pointed out.

As she had turned her attention towards the wardrobe, facing its content; I stand behind her, watching over her shoulders with my hands on her hips, as she is putting these gloves on.

She picks up the right glove, slipping her hand in; pulling the sleeve all the way up to her shoulder before she affords it a few tentative tugs in order to ascertain that perfect fit: once, twice and thrice.

With the right glove on, she is picking up the left; slipping her hand in, before she is pulling it up all the way to the shoulder.

Naturally she could not help but notice how her fingers had slipped right into place, in the process; as she was slipping the gloves on, pulling them all the way up.

"Oh, oh, oh; oo-oo-ooh!" she then exclaims, as she is holding her hands up before her eyes.

Her now inch-long, crystal-clear, semi-square nails starting just after the final joint of each finger; the brightly cerise and highly sensitive touch pad reaching from the final joint of the finger and all the way up in under the nail. Just as the silicon-white suction-cup covering the entire palm of her right and left hand.

"Perfectly you!" I point out, grinning behind her back.

"Yes, they really are; they make me feel like a woman, like never before!" she responds.

"I think I may need some assistance, with this!" she points out; indicating the garment in her hands, the top or brassiere she had been looking forwards to be wearing.

"Do you want me to pick it out, for you; or would you prepare to pick it, and just see which I prefer?" I inquire.

As I am watching, she is picking out a silicon-white top with elbow-long sleeves.

"How about this?" she inquires.

"The hue does mirror your pristine innocence perfectly, and I am certain it will be complimenting your feminine charm perfectly as well!" I offer.

"Thank you!" she exclaims; as she is offering the top for me to hold, and help her into.

"You are quite welcome, my dead!" I respond, as I am accepting the garment she had just chosen; "If you just turn your back towards me!" I point out, and she complies, grinning.

"There.." I say, as she is turning around and I am lifting the top over her head; "Now; if you could just slide your hands in through the sleeves, please!" I continue.

"With pleasure!" she responds, as she is sliding her hands into the sleeves.

"There; excellent, excellent!" I exclaim; "Just a bit further!" I continue, as I am pulling the top closer and closer as she is stepping forwards.

"Oo-ooh, oo-ooh, oo-ooh!" she sighs, in delight.

"Beautiful!" I offer, as I am pulling the top together tightly behind her back.

"Almost there, almost there; almost.." I offer, as I am closing the material behind her back; watching it close, as if it had been a zipper I had been pulling up.

The material is coating her chest and arms all the way to her elbows, just as intended. In the process, it is also sealing the gloves into place and leave them as if it had been the skin she had been born with.

"Time for some fun.." I offer; "If you were to walk up to the wall opposite of my wardrobe?" I suggest, as I am watching her closing the wardrobe; after herself.

"Yes, but of course!" she is responding, just as she starts walking over the floor.

"Now; if you turn around, pressing your back up firmly onto the wall, please!" I incite.

"Yes.." she responds, as she is following the suggestion to the letter and presses her back up against the wall.

"If you spread your fingers wide, as you lift your hands up!" I continue.

"Yes.." she responds, as she eagerly follows my suggestion.

"Just a few inches higher, then spread your fingers as wide as possible.." I continue, as I watch her comply with a wide grin; "There, hands onto the wall; before you press down, gently!" I conclude.

"Of course.." she responds, while complying, only to be interrupted by the distinct squeaking from the palms of her hands.

"Ooo-oo-oo-oo-ooh.." she sighs, as she is realizing what the sound is indicating.

"Excellent, excellent!" I exclaim, snickering in delight; "I think I can count on your undivided attention!" I point out.

"Yes.." she breathes; "Yes.."; "Yes.." she continues.

"Just relax, and enjoy the show!" I instruct her, as I am watching her visibly relaxing as I instruct her.

However, as she is relaxing, it soon dawns upon her; her hands remain on the wall, as if on their own accord. The suction is holding firm.