A Most Magnificent Movie Night

If there was one thing that could be said about the purple-haired fashionista named Rarity, it was that she sure did love dresses. It didn't matter what size, what color, what style, what shape, or what material, there was nothing in the world she found more thoroughly satisfying than the union of the practical and aesthetic arts that was the dress. She felt a powerful feeling of euphoria in her heart every time she finished making the final stitch on one of her gowns, stepping back to admire her handiwork in all of its splendor. Even greater was the feeling that came to her upon witnessing one of her creations slide its way onto the gentle curves and slopes of a woman's body, both the garment and the one who wore it complementing one another in a manner so divinely perfect that she struggled to describe it with words. The greatest feeling of all, however, came when she felt the silken embrace of that fabric on her own skin, hugging her slender form with all the tenderness and familiarity of a lover.

One could understand, therefore, why she had spent the better part of an hour standing before the full-length mirror in her bedroom, trying on a whole boutique's worth of dresses of all shapes and sizes. She tried on tiny, form-fitting dresses with hemlines so high as to border on being scandalous, as well as long, flowing dresses that would have left everything up to the imagination. A whole rainbow's worth of colors found a place on her body at one point or another, ranging from dark, reserved colors that provided a sharp contrast to her alabaster skin, to colors so bright and noticeable that she could have easily served as a makeshift traffic cone. She felt the varying feels of thick, warm cloth that wrapped around her like a quilt, as well as sheer, delicate fabric that made her feel like she was wearing nothing at all.

One would think that, given the girl's borderline obsession with her favorite facet of feminine fashion, she would have been positively ecstatic to be able to sample such a wide variety of gowns. The expression on her beautiful face, however, could not have been called a smile by any stretch of the imagination. Those shapely lips of hers were pursed into what would more accurately be described as a grimace, which went along perfectly with her furrowed brows and the antsy look in her big, blue eyes.

“No,” she muttered to herself as she shimmied out of yet another dress, before carefully returning it to her cavernous closet. She glanced across the room towards her bedside table, where her alarm clock sat proudly displaying a time of 6:47 p.m. Rarity grumbled a very ladylike grumble as she realized the lateness of the hour. She stepped back in front of her mirror, placing her hands on her hips as she considered her options. As her mind focused on the task at hand, however, her perceptive eyes took the opportunity to slowly wander southward, taking in every minute detail of the teen's nubile form.

Given that she had just removed her dress, it should come as no surprise that Rarity was naked, or at least, nearly so, the only scrap of cloth still adorning her body being the pair of sheer panties that hugged her hips. The deep purple fabric fit her like a glove, being loose enough to keep her feeling comfortable, but snug enough to keep her from getting too comfortable. Her fingers absentmindedly caressed the soft material, following it forward around her wide hips, then downward, stopping when she felt the familiar form of that which the garment concealed.

As her hands withdrew, returning to the sides of her hips, she slowly turned her body away from the mirror, looking back over her shoulder at her reflection. She continued her journey around her hips, allowing her fingers to descend and explore the expanse of fabric that covered the vast majority of her pert little posterior. As her hands roamed over the twin globes, she couldn't resist giving them an exploratory squeeze, testing their consistency. She could feel the cores of muscle within them that gave them their round, perky shape, and yet devoted much more of her attention to the layer of soft, feminine flesh on their exterior that, while pleasant to the touch, was a bit more significant than the image-conscious teen would have preferred. She sighed, making a mental note to politely decline the next time Pinkie Pie offered her some manner of sugary delight to accompany her lunch.

Putting such troublesome thoughts out of her mind for the time being, she did a half-turn back towards the mirror, pausing for a moment to examine her long, shapely legs. Like every other part of her anatomy, those luscious limbs were slender and supple, while still boasting enough feminine curves to have flagged down an entire convoy's worth of cars. Rarity lowered a hand down to gently caress one of her creamy thighs, satisfied by the smoothness of the recently shaven skin.

Continuing their trip downward, her eyes soon traversed the length of those legs, arriving at the pair of petite, delicate feet at their extremities. She slowly raised one of her heels, resting her weight on the ball of the foot as she briefly considered adding a pair of high-heeled shoes to her ensemble. She pored over the smooth skin of her soles, the high arches, and the set of dainty digits that boasted a deep purple coloration on each of their perfectly pedicured nails. She slowly flexed and scrunched her toes as she ruminated, eventually deciding that trying to find a pair of appropriate shoes to match whatever dress she chose would only add another layer of difficulty to an already frustrating problem, one which she was quickly running out of time to solve.

Rarity's gaze slowly moved upward, running back up her legs to her hips, with her hands following close behind. She did not stop there, however, as both her eyes and her hands continued their journey upward, tracing the inward curves of the thin waist that gave her the picturesque hourglass figure her peers so envied. As she reached her middle, her hands left her sides and moved forward, running across her smooth, toned stomach until they reached her belly button. She breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that her front seemed to have been spared the undesirable fate of her rear.

Continuing upward, she quickly crossed the remainder of her belly and arrived at her chest, more specifically, the pair of perky breasts that hung from it. Those mouthwatering mammaries were large enough to give her plenty to show off should she choose to do so, but were not so big as to make finding properly fitting clothing a hassle, something she was extremely grateful for. She carefully cupped one in each of her hands and forced them upward, molding the two teardrops into much rounder forms. A few moments passed as she shifted them into several different positions, experimenting with different amounts of cleavage. As she mulled over how much of her ample chest she wanted to display, she absentmindedly stroked her small, round, pink nipples, her fingertips sending tiny jolts of pleasure arcing through her flesh. Before she could be tempted to do any more to them, however, she released her breasts once again, allowing them to fall back into their natural shape.

Not wanting to dismiss the less flashy parts of her anatomy, Rarity's hands soon rose up past her breasts to stroke her collarbone, following it outward towards her small, shapely shoulders, stopping briefly to verify that the tender flesh of her underarms was as smooth and soft as the rest of her. From there, she slowly made the trip down her slender, feminine arms, her hands coming together before her in a gentle embrace. Despite appearing delicate, what with their long, dainty fingers and the silken skin that covered them, those formidable hands had proven themselves to be powerful tools, their strength, dexterity, and endurance having served their creatively minded owner well over the years. For the hundredth time that day, Rarity examined her deep purple fingernails, each one being as long as she could get it without it interfering with her work.

Last, but certainly not least, Rarity's gaze fixed on her slender neck, following it up to her head to take in the gentle slopes and curves of her face. While her feminine features might have proven strikingly beautiful in the eyes of anyone else, Rarity paid little mind to her full lips, her small, thin nose, her elegant cheeks, and the two blue eyes that one could so easily lose themselves in. Instead, she focused mainly on the modest (for her) amount of makeup that accentuated her already appealing visage, ensuring that her labors before the mirror earlier that day had not been undone by an errant swipe of cloth. Finding nothing amiss, she finally looked to her thick, purple locks, which had been arranged in their signature style. After correcting a few microscopic malformations in the otherwise perfectly coiffed hair, imperfections that only she could have possibly noticed, she finally gave an approving smile, stepping back to take in the sight of her full form once again.

Now if only I could complete the picture, Rarity thought, her smile quickly fading.

Once again, she turned her head and looked back towards her clock, her heart skipping a beat as she read out the digits of 6:58 p.m. Recovering quickly, she turned and strode over to her bed, where she had previously lain two dresses that had made her shortlist. One of them was a saucy, low-cut number made of dark red fabric that would have clung to her snugly and shown off a tantalizing amount of flesh. The other dress, a friendly blue little thing, was of a much more modest cut, the looser fabric being long enough to come down to around her knees. She carried the two back over to the mirror, holding each of them before herself, one after the other.

They both had their strong suits, she thought, although they each had their drawbacks as well. In the end, it really depended on what sort of image she wanted to present, as it always did when it came to fashion. Part of her really wanted to choose the red one, the girl silently yearning that it would elicit the desired feelings in the one who gazed upon it. Another part of her, however, a more conscientious part, realized that such a brazen choice could easily have the opposite effect, and that the more modest dress would be the safer bet. Forcing her more salacious desires back down into the depths of her heart, she allowed her sense of patience and self-control to take charge, with predictable results. She carefully discarded the red dress and donned the blue one, quickly slipping on her purple brassiere beforehand.

It was just as she was finishing arranging her outfit on her frame, making a series of adjustment to ensure that every part sat in its proper place, that the unmistakable sound of the doorbell reached her ears. Yet again, she glanced back at the clock, which announced that the fateful hour of 7:00 p.m. had finally arrived. Rarity smiled, allowing herself a soft chuckle. Too afraid to arrive early; too afraid to arrive late, she thought. As always. She quickly tidied up her room, tucking away any errant garments and making the place look presentable. Turning back to her mirror, she looked herself up and down one last time, deciding that she had done all she could do, and that the rest was up to fate.

Taking a deep breath, she strode out of her bedroom, her bare feet carrying her quickly, yet gracefully across the hall, down the stairs, and to the entryway of her family's home. Her rapidly quickening heartbeat only further accelerated as she spied the shape of a very familiar silhouette through the translucent glass sections of her front door. She approached the door, stopping for a brief moment before the small mirror that hung on the wall nearby to perform one final, final check. After confirming that she had not developed a blemish in the time it had taken her to walk downstairs, she turned towards the door, her lips stretching into a giddy smile as she approached it.

Just as her hand made contact with the polished metal of the door handle, Rarity caught sight of the small clock that hung on the wall nearby, noticing that it showed the time of 7:01 p.m. While it would have been an insignificant detail in any other context, that errant digit at the end immediately put a thought into the mind of the devious girl who looked upon it. In an instant, that thought had morphed into an idea which, in turn, matured into a full-on plan. A devilish grin appeared on her lips and a sultry sparkle flashed in her eyes as she looked back at the door and slowly pulled it open.

While the teenage girl standing on the doorstep had more than likely devoted only one percent of the time that Rarity had spent preparing herself for that encounter worrying about her own appearance, that did not keep the sight of her from immediately setting Rarity's heart aflutter. Long, pink hair flowed down her back, where it was tied off in a loose ponytail with an old flower-patterned hairband. A soft, sun-faded, light green t-shirt clung to her torso, large enough to contain the significant assets the girl had been blessed with. A loose, pink skirt hung from her huge hips, trailing down over her thick thighs all the way to her shins. White, calf-length socks covered her feet underneath a pair of cute, pink sneakers decorated with bunny-shaped designs. Her hands were clasped demurely before her, fidgeting in a girlish manner. Her pale yellow lips were stretched into a gentle smile, and her bluish-green eyes reflected the light of the setting sun beautifully.

“Hello, Rarity,” said Fluttershy.

“You're late,” said Rarity flatly.

Confusion flashed across Fluttershy's face. “I...I am?” she said meekly, her smile melting away as she gazed upon Rarity's cold, emotionless visage

“Yes,” replied Rarity. She stepped back, silently holding the door open for her guest.

Fluttershy gulped, then tentatively walked forward, her shaky legs unable to disobey the unspoken command. “I...I'm sorry,” she said as she crossed the threshold, “I...I could've sworn I got here right on time. I double-checked to make sure I wasn't—“

She cut off as Rarity closed the door just loudly enough to give the timid girl a little start. “You know I don't like to be kept waiting,” said Rarity, fixing an intense gaze on Fluttershy.

Fluttershy slowly turned to face her, staring back at her like a deer in headlights. “I know, I...” she said through trembling lips. “I didn't mean to...”

Rarity calmly advanced towards Fluttershy, moving with the controlled, elegant stride of a runway model. “You'll have to do something to make it up to me,” she said, employing a tone intended to send her listener's imagination running wild.

Fluttershy unthinkingly walked backwards, the gentle little creature fleeing the hungry predator bearing down on her. It didn't take long for her back to make contact with the wall of the entryway, the impact distracting her just long enough for her pursuer to close the distance between them. Rarity stopped in place an instant before their bodies could meet, their protruding busts less than an inch from colliding. The slightly taller girl brought her full height to bear against her quarry, looking down into the fearful eyes just a few short inches away from her own.

It took Fluttershy a few moments to overcome the pressure of that piercing gaze and force her limp lips to make words. “Like...what?” she whispered.

Several things happened in rapid succession as the last syllable finished working its way out of Fluttershy's mouth. First, Rarity's substantial will finally broke, the facade that she had been keeping up shattering instantaneously. Next, her hands darted upwards and clasped the sides of Fluttershy's head in a firm, yet loving embrace. Lastly, her eyes fell closed as her head darted forward, propelling her outstretched lips directly towards the waiting set just before them.

Fluttershy's eyes shot open as she felt that warm, unbelievably soft flesh touch her lips. A tiny squeak eked its way up and out of her throat, the vocalization immediately muffled by both her own lips and Rarity's. As the shock of the sudden, affectionate assault gradually wore off, her eyes slowly fell closed, and her little heart began pounding for an entirely different reason than it had been before. Her quivering lips, steadied by the forceful touch of their counterparts, managed to find their strength again, soon reciprocating the previously one-sided kiss.

The two girls tenderly caressed each other's lips, their movements ebbing and flowing like the tides, their bodies filling with the fiery warmth that could only come from the touch of a lover. Rarity took the lead in their slow, sensual dance, the burning passion within her filtered and focused to fuel her gentle, controlled ministrations. At the same time, Fluttershy happily submitted to the dominant caress, allowing her partner to explore whatever bit of her soft, warm flesh that she desired. The tender stroking of Rarity's fingers on her cheeks served as a gentle reminder that she would not be going anywhere until she had finished with her, although Fluttershy would not have willingly left that embrace for anything in the world.

As such, it was Rarity who eventually gathered the willpower to break the kiss that could have easily gone on for hours. After planting one final, firm, deep smooch on Fluttershy's lips, she begrudgingly pulled back her head, the girls' moist flesh parting with a soft squelching noise. Fluttershy's lips instinctively stretched forward, desperately seeking the touch that they hated to be parted from. When they met nothing but empty air, however, her eyes slowly fluttered open, as if she were emerging from a dreamy haze. Her eyes quickly focused on the familiar, beautiful face before her, on those delicious lips that were stretched into a kind, gentle smile, and on those big, blue eyes that were overflowing with love.

“Like that,” whispered Rarity.

The euphoria that had overwhelmed Fluttershy's mind throughout the impromptu kiss quickly faded, allowing her earlier confusion to resurface. “Rarity,” she breathed, “you...you're not mad?”

Rarity chuckled softly, slowly shaking her head. “Of course not,” she said, reaching up to stroke Fluttershy's hair. “I could never be mad at you...my precious little darling.” She leaned back in, planting a tiny kiss on the tip of Fluttershy's nose before withdrawing again.

Fluttershy's heart swelled with relief, and she breathed a shaky sigh as her smile returned, even bigger than before. Without even thinking about it, she launched her own surprise attack, throwing her arms around Rarity's neck and burying her face into it. Rarity stumbled back a step as Fluttershy's body collided with hers, but she quickly regained her balance, reflexively reaching out to take hold of her. Rarity chuckled as she felt Fluttershy nuzzle her neck, closing her eyes and nuzzling her right back. She wrapped one of her arms around Fluttershy's back, using it to pull the girl more snugly against her, while reaching up with her other hand to caress the back of Fluttershy's head.

“Don't tease me like that,” said Fluttershy, her already meek voice muffled by Rarity's flesh. “Please.”

Rarity leaned down and planted a kiss on Fluttershy's neck. “I'm sorry,” she said. “I truly am, but...you just make it too easy.”

Rarity chuckled, in spite of herself, and Fluttershy couldn't help but giggle along right with her. After taking a few more moments to relish the feel of Fluttershy's plush, warm body pressed against hers, Rarity gave her one last firm squeeze, then released her, gently pushing her back so that she could look into her beautiful face once more. Fluttershy slid her arms off of Rarity's neck, allowing them to fall back down to her sides. Rarity, however, quickly reached down and took hold of her hands, the two girls lacing their fingers together in a debauched act of premarital hand-holding.

“Well, then,” said Rarity with a smile, “shall we?”

Fluttershy smiled right back up at her, nodding her pretty little head. The two turned away from the door and slowly walked off into the house, hand-in-hand.