Finding a Dozen Rarities

by Somewhat Lexible

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Human, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Rarity
Length: 5180

One can find the most unexpected things in a second-hand shop. Especially with a little help...

Clothes, books, toys, kitchen wares, antiques; all given a second life through thrift shops.

Some people have to search long and hard before finding that particular treasure in need of a second life, while some people merely have to ask. Of course, it's easier with a little helper that can always find the particular rarity you ask for.

Contains: MtF TF/TG, human to anthro, personality shift, submissive, forced infatuation, harem, a few swear words, and a pixie in a poster.

Published 2025-01-16 10:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2025-01-16 10:20:01 UTC

One Rare Find

Trent couldn't put his finger on why, but some of these posters were pretty fascinating. Lots of abstract designs, stuff that almost resembled faces or figures if you let your vision go blurry, but that resolved into a bunch of nonsense if you tried to focus. He wondered if these were some of the early generation of AI images that a company had tried to churn out for a quick buck. Maybe that's why they were in this second-hand store in the first place, occupying their own little wall.

Using a trick he'd read about for old 'magic eye' books, Trent shifted his focus to something imaginary about fifty feet past the wall and then strained to maintain his long-distance focus while moving his eyes over the posters. The one in the upper right seemed to trace the figure of a woman surrounded with some kind of dark energy. The poster below it was clearly supposed to be some kind of winged unicorn. Over on the bottom left, Trent imagined a passenger train spiraling out of some kind of nebula (or whatever those things in space are called). And the one above that... moved?

Hey you!

Trent's eyes snapped back into clarity, but his confusion only intensified. The vague, figure-like collection of shaped colors in the poster fluttered something that resembled blue bat wings and seemed to lift a tiny arm, beckoning him closer.

C'mere!

There was that voice again. It was coming from the thing in the poster, wasn't it?

I grant wishes, kid! C'mere! Working to a timetable, so make with the haste already! the blue-and-purple collection of humanoid shapes seemed to say clearly to him, motioning frantically. It was so small that Trent could only see what it was doing against the contrasting orange 'Jupiter' behind it in the poster. C'mon over, I won't bite! I'm here to grant a wish!

The weird thing- well, one of the weird things about this- was that the voice was coming from the same direction no matter how Trent turned his head. And it wasn't from the poster, it was from... somewhere else he couldn't pinpoint. The only way to describe it was 'everywhere, but slightly in front of me.'

Trent raised his phone and turned on the camera, pointing it at the poster to see if it would show up on video. Sure enough, the screen displayed a rather abstracted figure with blue, bat-like wings hopping up and down and waving whatever arm-ish limbs it had. "Huh. Guess this is real after all," Trent said.

No shit, Sherlock! Now hurry it up, I ain't got all day! the voice insisted rudely.

"Uh, well if you're granting wishes, I guess I wish for perfect health? Can I have more than one?" he asked as he neared the poster. It suddenly occurred to him that this was probably some kind of prank. Shit, he felt like an idiot now. Might as well play along with it, though. Try to save face. Wish for something else. Something funny. Oh crap, he couldn't think of funny stuff under pressure. "Uh, and, like, world peace?" he added sheepishly, looking off to either side to see if there was someone with a camera recording him.

Who cares? the pictorial pixie seemed to say. Stand right there, this is gonna feel weird.

"But-"

Butt is exactly what I had in mind! the voice said as Trent suddenly felt himself lock up, like all his joints were hitting brick walls at once. His skeleton began to buzz, and he protested ineffectually with a stunned gurgle. The high-frequency vibrations wracking his body from the inside resonated in his throat, tightening his vocal chords like a guitar string. It continued to fuzz his sensations all over, but didn't quite hide the tugging that shrunk his frame, nor the tingling that started in his extremities and quickly pumped over his nervous system's network in overlapping, interfering waves. His face was pulled and pushed inside and out by forces that disappeared as soon as his overwhelmed brain could come to terms with their sudden, shifting existence. The buzz from his bones made him feel looser now, warmer, like all his individual tissues were rubbing their metaphorical hands to heat them up against chilly air.

Someone giggled. Trent was surprised to realize it was him, or at least something inside him pushing girlish titters and chuckles out like a fountain through the tighter voice box in his throat. It was hard to notice the rapid-fire contractions of his diaphragm amid all the other rapid-fire contractions parading throughout his form. A heat built up in his abdomen, followed by pushing, some popping sounds, but there wasn't any pain to go with it. He staggered despite not having the ability to move. Or something changed how he stood. Either way, he was suddenly seeing the world from half a foot lower, and his rioting body wobbled unsteadily from the jolt disrupting its balance.

A lock of thick, long hair jostled loose in the movement and fell over one eye, obscuring the light from the phone screen still clutched in his hand. A hand that was turning ashy, marbled, bleaching before his eyes. Shrinking? Yes, either that or the phone was getting bigger. The plaid sleeve of his shirt was now disappearing. For an instant he worried his body had become so hot it was burning the material away, but instead it simply dissolved into thin air, leaving a delicate and silvery-white arm behind. The involuntary giggling continued with the wholesale restructuring of his body.

There was a building pressure applied all over his groin, an incomprehensible sensation of vacuum and yielding flesh that made no sense to his already strained faculties. But underneath all of that was a growing intensity somewhere around his pelvic region. A combination of white-hot insistence and fuzzing oscillations, spreading branch-like throughout his lower body. Nerves ferried attention-seeking signals up to his brain that wouldn't be ignored among all the other impossible, alien messages of this moment. Their probing urgency connected directly to his pleasure center, a mass of neurons deep within his malleable skull that demanded the spotlight of his awareness. Raw, primitive, unfiltered intrusions imposed themselves upon the layers of his brain, molding it almost as an afterthought. The sense of being a self, an individual separate from others and everything, momentarily vanished. The universe shuddered helplessly and disunited as its physicality underwent the overlapping metamorphoses.

Now for the best part, something that wasn't the universe announced glibly. That act of distinction shook the universe back into itself, now that it had a self to differentiate again. The crowded singularity of buzzing, flowing, pulling flesh blinked as its sense of being a body returned to the fore. The mysterious giggling faded away, leaving only the heavy feeling of repetitive exertion behind. With the distinction of figure and environment meaningful once more came the realization that parts of its surface were rubbing against fabric. But not a lot of its surface; just a few crucial bits that would preserve decency while leaving the rest of it on display, open to the artificially cooled air of the shop. The realization ignited something, a spark of mental friction shedding dim light on an unfamiliar place.

Looking down, she was greeted by two plump, pale breasts pushing out insistently. They were strategically covered by some shiny blue material in enticing, if minimal, shapes that stretched from below their furthest reaches and reaching upwards until they disappeared from view, traveling to join together again out of sight. The unfamiliar, but far from unwelcome, contours of generous lady-bumps in such a place cleared away mental cobwebs as new questions pushed to the fore.

The slender, delicate hand that now bore several golden bangles was still clutching a phone, camera still trained on the nearby poster. Her other hand, similarly sporting audacious jewelry, clutched a tiny handbag of impeccable craftsmanship. A tap from a delicate, well-manicured thumb switched the phone to selfie mode.

Beautiful. Stunning. Unreal. A portrait of feminine softness and sculpture, carefully made up to accentuate and idealize a presentation of young womanhood. The face on the screen blushed, then a smile grew over her cute little muzzle. Surprise turned into admiration, heavy lashes lowering in a relaxed, almost hypnotized expression as a sapphire blue eye leered appreciatively from the device. Her other lady-like hand, fingers still folded around the handbag, rose into view and gently swept aside the lock of thick, silky purple hair to reveal a second sparkling blue eye, all the better to take in the strange but lovely face whose cheeks were beginning to show pink warmth to contrast with the bright eyes that fluttered teasingly.

She didn't know why she was so surprised at her own face in the screen, but it felt as if she was truly seeing it for the first time. She shifted the phone's angle to take in more, capturing the moment her adorable ears twitched with excitement. Her horn gleamed with semi-translucency even in the utilitarian fluorescent lighting of the shop, looking like an elven spire carved from mother-of-pearl and nestled in a scenic landscape whose rolling hills were lustrous waves of purple hair, perfectly coifed for maximum eye appeal. Despite the obvious amount of time that must go into maintaining it, her hair seemed to sing forth invitingly for all to gently try its softness; to slip their fingers into its gossamer strands, to allow it tender passage over their cheeks, to be tickled playfully on some lucky person's neck and shoulders in intimate closeness.

This time the giggle that resounded was genuine, unforced.

She titled the phone and its digitally-reflected image traveled downward, revealing her delicate shoulders and the thin, increasingly immaterial straps of her dress as they traced around her graceful neck to unite behind it. From the front, her plump breasts glowed luminously like naughty moons as the light from the store played off their creamy curvature, drawing the eye even from the slight sparkle of the well-fit dress that did its best not to get in their way while preserving some sense of elegance and decency.

"Hmmm, very nice," she whispered admiringly, her voice surprisingly dainty and breathy and one hundred percent lady-like. But coming as it did from within this gorgeous body and beautiful face, why should that be surprising? Indeed, nothing seemed to fit better now that her eyes and ears had a chance to reach consensus. The smile on her lips, barely visible at the top of the screen, widened irrepressibly. "Yes, quite satisfactory," she decided before continuing her inspection.

The angle of her phone continued to change, slowly scanning lower. Behind her pleasingly fleshy chest was a slim, slender, slight frame that narrowed even more considerably... right until it didn't. Surging outward to flank her flat tummy were a set of solid hips, unmistakably womanly. They went their separate ways, mirroring each other's enticing journey and defining a hypnotic figure between their boundaries. Further, rounder, more intensely demanding of attention they went. Beyond even the width of her shoulders.

"Gracious!" she softly gasped at the surprising extent of her own shapeliness. Turning slightly below her compact waistline, she was greeted with sizeable yet tight and smooth buttocks, projecting almost obscenely but undeniably beautifully backwards into space... and something surprising came into view as well. A thick, well-groomed tail of flowing purple hair, as soft and silky-looking as the locks on her head. Experimentally, she attempted to control its position and was rewarded with an effortless sweep to her left. She flicked it to the right, then back again as the mass of beautiful hair shook and bounced vivaciously behind her, into and out of frame on the small hand-held screen.

"As if there wasn't enough of interest back there," she giggled excitedly. She put her free right hand on her hip and was amazed at the difference in scale between them. She believed these would definitely qualify as "rockin'," if she did say so herself. Selfie camera trained on her abdomen, she shifted weight from one leg to the other, then back again. So much of her body's volume and mass were concentrated at this junction, and not an ounce of fat was apparent. It was incredible to contemplate the unlikeliness of such sculpted physicality, perfectly suited to communicate graceful femininity and innate eroticism in equal, plentiful measures.

She sighed pleasantly, letting her camera linger on those wondrous hips for another moment before continuing its travels at the tops of her thighs. And what thighs! Projecting downward from the playfully revealing little dress were two columns of exquisite form, swelling slightly at their tops and narrowing dramatically as they reached towards the floor. Perfectly smooth and toned, their outlines seemed deliberately calculated to induce maximal inspiration in the eye of any beholder. Not only were their separate forms perfection in themselves, but their spacing in relation to each other was likewise inescapably suggestive. The broad gap maintained itself between those two porcelain works of art flowing to the very high hem of her dress and showed no sign of relenting as it disappeared within. They certainly did "go all the way up," as they say.

Now the phone was no longer useful, so she stuck one foot forward experimentally, toes finally appearing from the obscuring shelf of her creamy breasts. They were encased in tasteful black leather, polished to a high gloss, that quickly gave way to the open air on either side, but a thick black thong of the material traced the arch of her foot up to a strap that deftly delineated her almost insubstantially thin ankle. It clicked with a satisfying 'clokk' against the floor of the thrift shop, surprisingly high in the air. The rigid shoe virtually immobilized her foot, and she quickly saw why. The sole was a thick, leather-wrapped wooden platform that put several inches between the ball of her foot and the ground below. It suddenly hollowed out beneath her arch, and she had to turn her ankle quite a bit before it reappeared as a nail-thin spike below her heel. Platform stilettos, designed to make her perfect legs appear even longer and more slender while giving her a tippy-toed stance.

She could clearly see her bright legs reflected in the highly polished leather of the shoes, and wondered if she was wearing any underwear. She quickly ascertained that any panties would have been readily visible underneath such form-fitting and accentuating attire, and was glad of the dress's shade preventing her own nearly-mirrored footwear from giving bystanders a naughty glimpse. "Oh my!" she whispered, a blush gently rising to complement the slightly husky edge in her exclamation. She'd rarely gone 'commando' before, and that was... different. Yes, quite different when wearing such a revealing and gaze-attracting little number as this sparkly blue dress, with its low neckline and high hem. She was aware of her thick curls brushing against her bare back, tickling her smooth shoulders, and felt the new tail flick involuntarily to caress the back of her shapely thighs and calves. So much of her was simply out in the open, so little covered by the thin, elastic material of the skimpy little dress! It made her... smile?

Yes, of course. Why not smile? A body this gifted should be seen by all! Not hidden away underneath layers and layers of concealing, baggy clothes! Why, what she was wearing was positively perfect in its cut, its color and textures, impossible to improve upon! And what it chose to reveal was nothing less than a spectacular figure, resplendently accentuated with the merest decorative flourishes... or so it would seem! Surely a look this wonderfully beautiful had to be maintained with brushes and a light hand at the makeup kit, but such would be a small price to pay of course. The results spoke for themselves, irrefutably and irresistibly. She was irresistible, she decided as the phone's selfie cam returned its electric eye to her satisfied, smiling face, her cheeks still pink with the subsiding rush of warm blood. She lowered her perfectly-framed eyelids and batted her lashes, marveling at the effect.

Another, stifled giggle punctuated the evaluation perfectly. Why, she couldn't be more perfectly pleased with her new look, for there was nothing lacking and nothing left to add!

Nothing, of course, except...

Except what? The feeling of a warm hand wrapping around her tiny waist, resting perfectly on the curve of her hip. A thick arm entwined with her dainty one, guiding her securely around. A bristly face tickling her smooth neck and chin, hot breath stoking her own inner warmth. A pair of large, hungry hands pressing greedily into her luscious, yielding-

Hello? Earth to Horse-bitch! Come in, Horse-bitch! The strange little voice, forgotten in the moment, rudely intruded on her musings. Take that mutant horn-head of yours and look over there!

Despite resenting the crass, demeaning tone of the animate painted pixie, she instinctively followed the direction it seemed to indicate. That was in the corner of the store dedicated to DVDs and old tapes.

And there He was. Her world, her purpose, her center of gravity. All thought slipped into the event horizon of Him. The rude little fairy was cast to oblivion as urgency flooded every corner of her mind. Why was she all the way over here and He all the way over there?

Clokk clokk. Clokk, clokk, clokk clokk clokk. She wasn't even aware of the small semi-circles her heels traced in a bee-line towards the man browsing the second-hand videos, she knew only that the world between them was shrinking and it filled her with joy. He turned and noticed her approach, His beautiful brown eyes widening and wonderfully kissable, thin lips slackening. What a look of amazement! What was amazing was how He seemed pleased with the sight of her! Kismet, destiny, fate, the natural order of things, all this and so much more that was too profound for words! Of course her perfection was acceptable to Him; she realized now that her perfection only existed in the context of Him! She was perfect because she was perfectly suited to Him! This new body, it wasn't really hers; she was merely blessed enough to occupy it for Him, He to whom it truly belonged!

The body pumped blood furiously through its veins, allowing her the oxygen to revel in every detail as she approached Him. He stood there, admiring the figure before Him, as well He should; every follicle in her mane or tail, every nerve that twitched her ears, every breathe her body undertook, all of it was for Him! Him! She was delighted by the way His eyes traced her contours, up from the polished platform heels and climbing the curvature of her widely-set legs, bouncing from hip to hip, his thin mouth unconsciously pulling into a smile framed by His wonderfully stubbly, soft face as He took in the absolutely tiny volume of her waist and torso before halting, captivated, upon a set of perfectly perky breasts. A set that was His, she realized, even though she was privileged to bare them. His breasts, His figure, His perfect possession, ferrying her spirit throughout the rest of time!

Impudently she took one of His doughy, hairy, slightly sweaty, perfect hands in her own and raised it gently the sculpted, chalk-white cheek that He rightfully owned. It felt so warm against her face, His touch so comforting and thrilling and relaxing all at the same time. She breathed in His air and wanted to luxuriate in it forever. Even atop her heels, she had to raise her heavy eyes upward slightly to meed His; the difference in their eye level was only about three inches, but it was all the difference between the plains of Elysium and the vaults of Olympus; she was looking up to the place where divinity resided, from whence decrees and whims would fly down to shape her life.

It had been three seconds since she'd seen Him, but those three seconds displaced a young lifetime of relevance now. Her future expanded, bright and glorious, casting the past into shadows never to be delved again. What could her life until this moment possibly hold that was worth more than reveling in Him?

"Well now, what's your name?" He deigned to ask, ringing the air with the most perfect voice that could ever possibly exist.

"Anything," she managed to whisper with great effort, eyes locked onto His. "Anything you wish... I'm yours. All of me, and more!" she babbled with unstoppable glee to be conversing with Him. "Anything you want to call me could only be the most wonderful name in the world."

"Heh," He chuckled, sending shivers of joy racing up and down her nerves. She made Him laugh! Had anything she'd ever done measured up to that achievement? "Well then, how about Rarity Number Seven? Or just Number Seven, for short?"

His words echoed like a thunderclap through a valley meadow, rushing back and forth over every molecule of her and resonating with perfection. "Yes," Rarity Number Seven forced herself to utter through her joy. She knew she would listen attentively for more words from Him for the rest of her life, treasuring the absolute gift of each syllable forever.

"God I love it when you girls do that," He said, immediately gratifying her unspoken desire to receive more of His blessing voice. And what could be more blessed than for those words to carry another message of satisfaction? Number Seven couldn't stand how lucky she was! And then His other hand was caressing her hip, sliding majestically over the roundness of the figure she was privileged to occupy for Him! A reverent sigh of pious ecstasy passed from her parted lips to mingle with His breath, an offering unbidden but impossible to repress. "Nice ass, Number Seven," He declared with a casual tone that concealed the divinity of His approval.

"Thank you, sir," she whispered reverently. Her brain nearly melted from the warmth that His sanction inspired! Hers must truly be the nicest ass in the world for Him to remark upon it!

"How about I take you home and give that big cutie-booty a test drive? After that, you and the other six Rarities can get to know each other more intimately. Y'know, in the biblical sense."

"I'll do anything you say, sir," Number Seven confessed, reeling from the covenant she'd just received. To use this body to pleasure Him? To be given over to other supplicants? Heaven! Heaven couldn't hold such elevating purpose for her! If this came to pass, even if she was pried from Him and forced to live the rest of her existence alone, she could never be sad, having for one day fulfilled such a glorious and perfect desire. The memory of it would surely buoy her forever, and make unhappiness an impossible blasphemy.

"Good," He said with a loving smirk. Then He leaned in closer, filling her sensory inputs with nothing but Him, blocking out the mundane world beyond, and delivered a private revelation into one of her receptive, equine ears. "You're gonna love being one of my little sluts, Rarity."

"Yes..." she choked out as tears of happiness started to burn beneath her eyelids. So many promises, so much wisdom, such perfect purpose was she receiving in this brief thirty seconds with Him! She dared to hope that he would have use for her even after today, and the prospect of being with Him drained her knees of strength. She felt dizzy, as if vertigo was the natural response to her elevated role in His plans. Through the enveloping giddiness, Rarity Number Seven barely had the presence of mind to put the phone safely in her handbag before she found her slender arms raising themselves to dare intrude around His expansive waist. Her hands traced His warm immensity with gentleness and trepidation, but when He rebuked her not, she was emboldened further, and let her face come to rest against His soft shoulder through the well-worn and permanently stained shirt that enrobed it. The invisible, intoxicating incense coming off His body in roiling fumes imprisoned her attention, captivating her world, driving out any desire to breathe air that was scornfully deficient in His scent.

"Yes..." she declared her piety to Him again. He was everything that was good and wonderful in the whole world, wrapped up in one package. He was so- so- "...Darling!"

D'aw, ain't that sweet? a voice from nowhere remarked, intruding upon the solemn solitude of her and her Darling. Past His round, stubbly neck she saw a pale blue and violet fluttering of odd wings, and she recognized the crass little imp.

"Yeah, she's not bad. Good job, fairy," he said. Setting down the old movie he'd been eying, he turned to leave the shabby wares behind with his pliant little prize clinging securely to his round body like a tree frog on a pear. Clokk clokk clokk went her heels on the floor as she moved in attentive synchronicity with him. She smiled dumbly up at him while he led the way, content to follow him anywhere.

Just the way he liked 'em.

On the way into the parking lot, he pulled out his phone and dialed a recent contact. It was almost instantaneously answered with a video feed by a pale-skinned woman with sparkling blue eyes, flowing purple hair, a translucent horn, cute little muzzle, and fuzzy horse ears that flicked and stood attentively. Not a stitch of clothing was to be found, and she held the phone up from a low angle just the way he liked in order to frame her face from below through her generous cleavage.

"Yes, Darling?" the busty unicorn greeted him, awaiting his request.

"Hey Four," he said, groping his latest acquisition's round buttock absentmindedly and smirking at the girlish giggles his fondling incited. "You and the others finish up what you're doing and straighten the place up a bit. I'm bringing in Number Seven, and we'll need some alone-time for a while so make yourselves scarce. Got it?"

"Of course, Darling!" she beamed, delighted to be entrusted with any assigned task. "We shall prepare la chambre à coucher at once! May I be of any other service, Darling?" she inquired with unconcealed libido, bringing a hand to rest on her naked bosom.

"Yeah, the usual," he said casually. "You and the others hop in the group chat and send us some nice pics to enjoy on the way home. Give Seven a little preview of her new life."

"Marvelous, Darling!" Number Four exclaimed in pure joy. "The other ladies have positively crawling all over each other since you left us all to ourselves!" she giggled with a slight blush. A second horn edged into view of the camera and gently shifted one of Four's oversized breasts, giving away the cuddling that was going on just out of frame.

"It's been twenty minutes," he smirked, rolling his eyes.

"Twenty long, lonely, agonizing minutes!" Number Four pouted, emphasizing each word with a melodramatic clutch at her chest. "Can we help it if we turn to each other's loving succor in our time of need, deprived of our Darling's wonderful presence?" she argued as another woman's slim, silvery-white hand came into frame from the other side and tenderly stroked her purple mane in sympathy.

"Just clean the place up and get on those pictures," he said with a smile. "Jeez, what a bunch of sluts."

"Naturally, Darling! We're all your doting little 'sluts,' as you put it. And we'll be anything else you might ask of us," she said as another, identical face slipped into frame and planted a gentle kiss on her neck, both sets of blue eyes locked onto the camera as if staring into a portal to heaven itself.

"Okay Rari-sluts," he said, licking his lips and enjoying the video call's tendency to collect more and more of his beauties crowding together to share the sight and voice of their master."You've got your assignment so get to it."

"Yes, Darling!" several voices, seen and unseen, said in unison before the call ended.

He put the phone away and returned his attention to the seventh girl, still hugging close to him with a dopey grin of utter contentment. He re-seated his grip on her firm butt and really sank his fingers in, admiring its perfect give and mass. Not flabby, not rock-hard, but just the right amount of yielding and springy. Rarity Number Seven sighed softly and snuggled closer, as if trying to spread his bodily contact over every bit of herself at once.

Giving her butt a satisfying smack earned him a sharp, adorable squeak that melted into a fluttery sigh. "You got Uber on your phone?" he asked.

"Y-yes, Darling!" she piped up, alert and attentive like a dog that just heard its name.

"Great. Hail us a ride, babe. I'll give you the destination in a minute," he said. His phone was already buzzing in its pocket as the first image in the requested parade of sexts from home began to ping him.

"Of course, Darling!" Rarity Number Seven said, freeing one arm to retrieve her own phone and carry out his instructions immediately. His words were like a fire in her blood, burning purpose animating her body almost without thought. If the world wasn't as He said it should be, her entire existence was to be the instrument that brought it about. A vessel dedicated to fulfilling His wills and whims. And in this moment, she was a vehicle for the summoning of a ride.

Opening the ride sharing app gave her a reassuring sense of satisfaction, as her actions moved the world closer and closer to aligning with His desires. The simplicity of compliance lit her pleasure centers, hitting a 'feel good button' she didn't even know she had. It was so easy, and it felt so wonderful! Why had she waited until now to discover this secret road to joy, that of having a Darling whose wants were her law? From now on, her life would be so incredibly uncomplicated and rewarding! Any troubles her former life held were now irrelevant, and a blissful future of constant, streamlined ease was virtually guaranteed. It was a revelation: paradise was hers through Darling, and she was overwhelmed with gratitude!

While Rarity Number Seven was absorbed in the task of hailing a ride, he turned to regard the fairy that hovered over his other shoulder. "Five more to go, then we'll start on the Dashes next."

Whatever you say, boss, the indistinct little figure acknowledged with its disembodied voice, gimballing in the air beside the mismatched couple. They're your wishes, ain't they?

Author's Note

Story inspired by the included AI image generated by Horselover Fat.
Tantabus.ai link (safe): https://www.tantabus.ai/images/37286