Rarity and the problem customer

“Now then darling, I do believe that’s all the adjustments you requested! Please do let me know if there’s anything else I can help you with!” Rarity exclaimed wearily, a big fake smile plastered upon her face as she lead the picky woman to the large standing mirrors in her boutique. She had been working on this dress with this customer for almost three hours past closing - and as the sun lowered, as did the passion Rarity held for it. Clothing was a tiring business sometimes.

“It still doesn’t look right. What’s wrong with you, I thought you were meant to be able to make my dreams come true!” The woman exclaimed angrily, stomping her leg and crossing her arms as she glared at Rarity in the mirror. Rarity just lightly sighed, widening her tired smile as she held her own hands together in-front of herself.

“Yes, well, unfortunately dear, that’s supposed to be more of a phrase than a reality. I can’t actually make your dream come true when it’s… a…. Well, a dream.” She glanced at the abomination of lime green flowers and hot pink tulle as she spoke, a shiver running down her spine. She would have nightmares about this gown for weeks.

“This is not good enough. Add more twigs, that will help.” The woman huffed and rolled her eyes. Rarity swallowed and shuddered lightly.

“Darling I’m not sure that will help. Perhaps you can leave this dress with me for a few days like I discussed with you before and I’ll try to work my magic, as it were. I might be able to-“

“No, I want this dress today!” The woman stomped and finally turned, a furious expression on her face. Rarity knew that arguing with this woman wouldn’t lend any results - she had been trying for hours at this point - but she prided herself on always leaving customers happy. She took a second to steel herself before she tried again.

“I do understand, but it is now three hours past closing and I’m awfully tired. I’m afraid I cannot give you the help you need- what are you doing?” Rarity was cut off by the woman turning on her heel and heading for the back of the shop, dress still on and dragging awkwardly behind her. “Excuse me! No one is supposed to go back there but me-“

“If you won’t help me then I’ll just have to help myself!” The woman yelled back as she stomped through the doors into Rarity’s studio space. Rarity rushed behind, trying desperately to get the woman out.

“Madame I’m sorry, but this is simply unacceptable! This area of the shop is off limits to customers!”

The woman paid no mind as she began rummaging through draws, spilling a box of buttons and knocking over trays of gems as she went. That was, until her dress caught on a handle of a draw and began to tear. “My dress!”

“Oh, please do stay still-“ Rarity attempted to warn but it was too late. The dress began to come loose at the seam as the woman struggled to get away from the draw and tripped, tearing the floor length dress into a knee length one.

The silence that followed was loud. The woman jumped up and stared at the fabric that used to be connected to the dress in outrage. Rarity was in shock, her mouth slightly open and hands reached out uselessly until the woman began pulling the fabric free from the draw - successfully this time. It was in that moment, when the woman turned to her and began walking forward, did Rarity snap out of it. “Now then-“

“You ruined my dress! Look at it!” The woman yelled, holding up the tatty reminds of bottom of her skirt. “You ripped it to shreds! You’re trying to humiliate me!”

“I can assume you tha- what are you doing!” Rarity was interrupted by the woman grabbing her by her wrists and quickly securing her hands together, and then throwing them to a hook meant for drying fabrics above her head. Rarity tried to struggle and yell but the woman had a plan for that too, grabbing a long fabric scrap nearby and tying it around her head and mouth, gagging her.

“I’m just going to give you a taste of your own medicine!” The woman exclaimed, grabbing the front of Rarity’s shirt on either side. She tried to pull herself away from the crazy woman but wasn’t able to budge. “Let’s see how you like to be humiliated!”

And with that the woman pulled the fabric outwards on either side, the buttons on Rarity’s shirt giving out almost immediately and exposing her black lace bra. Rarity kept trying to wiggle away as she pulled the shirt up, lifting it off her body and up over her head. The fabric sagged back down to entirely cover Rarity’s eyes, blocking her view of the woman and leaving her even more helpless. She felt her skirt get the same treatment, being pulled up her body to pool at her waist and expose her matching black lace panties.

“Hmm, one more thing.” The woman said, grabbing hold of the front of Rarity’s panties. Rarity screamed into the gag as the woman pulled with all her might, rocketing the black lace up between her pussy lips. She felt like her privates were on fire with how hard the panties pushed their way into areas they weren’t supposed to be. The situation was only made worse when the back of her panties were also grabbed and pulled, her asshole feeling the burn too as the fabric forced its way between her cheeks to rub in other spots. She moaned and yelled into the gag helplessly as the space between her legs was heavily invaded by the lace.

The woman gave one final heave, lifting Rarity up into the air slightly by just the thin string of fabric before dropping her down, turning on her heel and stomping off. Rarity hardly had time to be glad that the drop had lowered her skirt to protect her modesty slightly before the woman was coming back. “Let’s see how you like these- oh.”

There was a slight pause, a moment where Rarity heard some metal objects hit the table, and then a gasp. She heard the woman take a few steps towards the mirror in the corner of the room, spend a few minutes there and then excitedly skip back over to her.

“Oh this dress is perfect! I knew you were the one to go to, who would have thought that shortening it would make it look so good? I need to go show my husband, he’ll be thrilled!” The woman began to excitedly make her way out, only pausing once she recognised Rarity’s desperate yells. “Oh don’t worry, I’ll leave the bits behind your counter on my way out. Really, again, thank you so much!”

The woman happily skipped out, leaving Rarity to stand half naked, tied up with her panties still deep inside of her and humiliated beyond belief.