Fashion is for degenerates. *FETISH CLOP WARNING*

Rarity was having just a fabulous day, and nothing could stop her train of creativity. Rarity had already designed two new Hearth’s Warming Eve outfits. She also developed three new dresses for the annual Grand Galloping Gala. Setting the finished sketches down, Rarity sighed and was satisfied with the final designs as she placed them in a locked drawer. Just as she put the plans away, the doorbell went off.

As the chimes completed their tune, Rarity made her way downstairs and opened the front door. It was Spike with what appeared to be several letters in his claws. He was adorably blushing and smiling, all happy as he could be whenever Spike was near Rarity. She was all too familiar with the little dragon’s crush on her. While Rarity did enjoy his attention and affection, Spike was too young for a relationship. Rarity did feel guilty for taking advantage of his help now and then, but sometimes it was too good to pass up his assistance.

Whether it was finding gems, carrying items for her, or simply helping Rarity take out the trash, Spike was there to help. Rarity smiled and asked, “Good afternoon, Spike! May I ask what has brought you here to my lovely home?”

Spike smiled and held up a large letter, “It’s a letter from Anonymous. He made one for all of your friends. I took the liberty to deliver them for him. And well...here’s yours!”

The letter was enveloped in a light blue magic aura and levitated at eye level. Nothing was on the cover except just the word “Rarity.” She was puzzled why Anonymous wrote her a letter, as he usually saw her weekly with her friends at the local Cafe for some tea and sandwiches. Rarity had a reasonable opinion about Anonymous. He was well cultured, knew how to dress, and carried himself as a proper gentlecolt. His manners and speech were always shining examples of positive masculinity. Because of Anonymous, her selection of male-oriented clothing became more sought after. Stallions and even a few male griffons customers commissioned lovely outfits. This gave Rarity a new boost for her business and a well-earned reputation for variety.

“Hmmm...interesting. I will read this later.”

Rarity turned around and used her magic to set the letter on a nearby end table. She returned her attention to Spike and thanked him for the delivery. Spike, however, wasn’t done just yet.

“So Rarity, what are you doing later? Wanna hang out sometime?”

”Oh my, he still isn’t giving up? Oh, Spike, if only you were older.”

Rarity gave Spike a gentle smile and replied, “Look, Spike, I’m sorry, but it isn’t a good time to hang out right now. I have several orders that must be fulfilled. Perhaps another time?”

Spike looked down at the ground and frowned, but he quickly recovered and smiled back at her.

“No problem, Rarity. I’ll see you later. Good luck with your orders!”

The small dragon turned and ran off into the distance heading to the central part of town. Rarity frowned as she felt guilty for lying to Spike, but it was the easier way to dismiss him without hurting his feelings.

”He will grow up one day and be a stud in his own right. Unfortunately, I don’t think he and I are meant to be. Maybe Sweetie Belle could be his special somepony one day? It’s a shame; he is a good drake.”

Rarity sighed and closed the door to the Carousel Boutique. She took note of the letter, and Rarity’s curiosity got the better of her. She knew orders needed to be fulfilled and that it would be prudent to start the work required. But the letter almost seemed to beckon her to it for some reason. Unable to quench her curiosity, Rarity picked up the letter and ran upstairs to her bedroom. She almost galloped over Opal, causing the cat to meow and hiss in anger.

“Sorry, Opal! I have a letter to read! Tout de suite!”

The cat rolled her eyes and went to a corner in the dressing area to chill. For Rarity, the letter was important merely because it was new and out of the ordinary. It was not common for her to receive personal letters, at least from somepony in Ponyville. In this case, however, it was not only somepony but somebody, which made it even more exciting.

“”I wonder what this could be? What could Anonymous want? I hope he’s not interested in me romantically; it would crush Twilight’s heart! But...well, I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to it...I should probably read it instead of daydreaming.”

Rarity blushed at the thought of Anonymous dating her. He certainly was everything Prince Blueblood wasn’t, aside from being royalty. As she made her way into her bedroom, Rarity closed the door and lay on her bed. She opened the letter and tried her best to remove the thoughts of Anonymous from a romantic viewpoint.

“What’s this? It appears to be a story. Let’s see what you wrote to me, Mr. Anonymous.”

Today was the day of the big fashion show for Rarity, and everypony was present in Canterlot. So many ponies were present, and even a sizeable amount of Griffons and Minotaurs showed up. Fashion was now the passion of many creatures of Equis ever since Rarity’s line of clothing blew up on the market on a global scale. Rarity decided to host a special show at the Capital of Equestria to celebrate her new success.

Everypony was now surrounding the catwalk, eager to see the models coming out. Just as the lights dimmed and ponies were now lowering their voices, an announcer spoke up over a voice speaker.

“Ladies and Gentlecolts, you’ve waited patiently. We are proud to present the latest line of clothing from RARITY!”

The large herd of ponies cheered and hollered as the first model came out. It was a really old and saggy-looking mare. Her flanks had deflated, and her barely hanging on to her skeleton. She was wearing toilet paper wrapped around her like a mummy and smiling with yellow and misaligned teeth. It was almost as if she had gargled in urine to stain her teeth on purpose. She was wearing a poop-styled hat on top of her head and smiled at everypony. The audience was shocked at what they were seeing. Nopony could have imagined such a terrible outfit. Still, several ponies cheered to the surprise of any third party watching the event.

“Yeah! I want that!” shouted a stallion.

“That’s my fetish!” cheered a random minotaur in assless chaps.

As the mare made a final smile and wave, she walked backstage. She was replaced by a stallion wearing a spike and studded leather feminine lingerie. He was also wearing a gas mask with plastic tubing from his plothole connected to the mask itself. Many of the audience hollered, cheered, and started masturbating, both males and females alike. Once the stallion got to the end of the catwalk, he tensed up before releasing a fart through the hose. It made its way up to the gas mask, and the stallion huffed it in. This drove the crazier audience members into a frenzy.

“Why can’t my beak smell dat taint gas!? I want that get-up, please! Agh!” said a female Griffon who came as she finished masturbating.

The stallion could be seen motioning a cough inside the mask before walking back to the catwalk’s beginning. His balls swayed back and forth as he flagged everyone with his tail, exposing his pothole. This drove the crowd into a frenzy, and the noises got louder. Several boring normies stayed in disgusted curiosity and started vomiting or running away. They were unable to see more of the terrible spectacle that was not advertised as such before the start of the show. Many therapists were going to earn a lot of money after the fashion show.

One pony, Hoity Toity, was utterly disgusted at the terrible outfits. He simply could not believe the sheer degeneracy he was witnessing. Clothes were to show an expression of class and outer beauty. It was an art, and clothes should be respected as such. It was bad enough he saw the goober, amateurish outfits from years ago; it was another to see the travesty unfolding before him. With rage in his voice, he shouted,

“Rarity! This will not stand! I will see to it your career is over and-”

Before he could finish, the announcer interrupted him and shouted,

“And next, we have our “Wrap-a-Turf” Slave outfit!”

A giant and fit Minotaur walked out on stage in a very tight artificial leather male sex slave bondage outfit. He wasn’t bearing the mask yet, and his arms were free. He raised his hand in a closed-fist pose and shouted,

“Iron Will is my name, and homosexual bondage is my game!”

Two sexy and obviously homosexual stallions came and put their mask over him and bound his arms. He had vision enough to see where he was talking and made his way down to the catwalk. Several gay and bisexual males in the audience cheered, and Iron Will wiggled his butt down the catwalk. Several of the heterosexual audience members expressed disappointment before the announcer added,

“Don’t worry, everypony! This outfit comes in male and female options for all species of Equis. If you want to dominate your pattern, whoever he, she, or even THEY are, we have you covered! Lol! We literally have you covered!”

Just as Iron Will reaches the end of the catwalk, Hoity Toity shouts,

“OKAY! I GIVE UP! I WANT 100 NOW! THAT’S MY FETISH!”

The remaining audience members were now only full of the most degenerates of the Equis. Just as Iron Will made final wiggles of his Minotaur plot cheeks, he walked back behind the stage. The lights went out, and many audience members wondered what was happening next. The announcer made one final call.

“A now presenting to you, your host...MISTRESS RARITY!!!!”

Rarity, in all her degenerate glory, was at the end of the catwalk. She was wearing a pink baby bib and a pacifier in her mouth. She also was wearing an outlandish diaper with her tail dyed baby poop green, simulating that She had an accident. Taking the pacifier out, Rarity shouted,

“I’m happy you all love my sexy outfits! I have all your fetish needs covered! Just remember me, Rarity! The biggest degenerate of them all!"

Rarity then posed an adorably naughty pouting lip and aimed her diaper at the audience.

"Baby got baaaaaaad!”

Rarity put the pacifier back in her mouth and visibly soiled her diaper. All the audience members erupted in laughter and cheers just as the Royal Guards rushed to the audience carrying Royal Guard riot gear. Several ponies, griffons, and minotaurs were hit with clubs and put in chains while others attempted to flee. A pair of Royal Guard Batponies swooped in and immediately put Rarity in a chain cuffed with magic-resistant spellbinders.

A Solar Royal Guard Mare officer arrived and used her horn’s magic to project her voice.

“BY ORDER OF THE ROYAL SISTERS, PRINCESS CELESTIA AND LUNA, YOU ARE ALL UNDER ARREST AND WILL BE SUBMITTED FOR FURTHER MENTAL EVALUATIONS AND RE-EDUCATION! ALL NON-EQUESTRIAN ARRESTEES WILL BE DEPORTED BACK TO THEIR HOME COUNTRIES! DO NOT RESIST! SURRENDER NOW!”

Ultimately, all of the sick degenerates were arrested and dealt with. Rarity’s career and reputation were forever destroyed. She was forced to go through lobotomization. All of her fashion products were seized and destroyed. Rarity was never the same, and Spike never simped for her again.

THE END!

Rarity sat upright with her jaw dropped. The letter Anonymous wrote was the vilest and most revolting story she had ever had the unfortunate luck to place her eyes on. Every single word was a nail in the coffin of what respect she had for him. Her face was redder than hot coal, and the veins in her neck bulged greater than Bulk Biceps’ veins on a good day in the gym. Rarity shouted,

“ANONYMOUS! I’LL DESTROY YOU!”

Rarity ran out of the Carousel Boutique and headed straight to Twilight’s Castle. She would need her help dealing with Anonymous, lest she wound up murdering the man. Whatever chance Anonymous had to nail Rarity was forever gone, and hell hath no fury like a mare scorned.

Author's Note

Woah! I kinda hit a creative deadlock for the past two months. Just cranked this one out and it kinda took an unexpected direction. I'm not sure what Rainbow Dash's will be like or Pinkie Pie's, but I will eventually finish this one. I hope this was entertaining to you guys and gals!

*Disclaimer: NONE OF THESE ARE MY FETISHES! IT THREW THEM OUT THERE FOR OUTRAGEOUS PURPOSES!*