Sometimes a pear will do

It was evening when Rarity finished off the last dress in her back order. It was that time of year when a grown mares attentions turned away from such gentle and cultured pursuits as fashion and became focused on... well other things.

For the pale and elegant unicorn it meant that she could finally catch up on all her extra work.

She levitated over a cup of mint tea and took a pleased sip while she reviewed the dozen finished dresses that lined up file and rank across her work room floor. The sure satisfaction of her accomplishment, seeing the finished work. It gave her a warm and pleasant feeling. A kind of fulfilling satisfaction...

With a quick glance she made sure that the thick and dark drapes had remained closed during the day.

Yes, just like yesterday and the day before, Rarity had managed to stay out of the light of the sun. She gave a little sigh of relief. Her mind was still her own.

She knew she couldn't put if off forever but the whole thing was just so icky.

Not that she didn't prepare. Even now her isolation room was stocked with food, beverage and an entire book case of romance novels. And a little something extra just to be sure.

For a lady of Rarity's quality only a Prince would do. She was quite firm on waiting for it.

Somepony knocked on her door. The door that clearly said closed and listed the time that the boutique would once again be open.

The fashionista set down her tea and mentally braced herself before heading downstairs to see who it was. In all likelihood her visitor would be one of her friends. Well. One of her friends but um... how to say... extremely frustrated.

“Howdy.” The blonde farm pony at the door blushed and offered a timid smile.

“Applejack?” Oddly her visitor was very much not frustrated. Embarrassed perhaps but not the seething ball of hormones that Rarity was expecting. It was a small triumph of tact that the pale pony didn't append “You had sex,” to her question.

“Can Ah come in?”

“Of course darling, of course,” Rarity made sure that she remained out of contact with the sun's fading rays as she welcomed her friend. “What brings you here at this late hour?” Oh please let it be gossip, oh please, please, please...

“Well ya see... There was this feller...” The farm pony began and promptly stalled.

“And you would require some advice?” Rarity attempted to sound vaguely disinterested and held her head in an aloof manner but her ears remained firmly pointed at Applejack in terror of missing even the smallest scrap of this juicy story.

“That too...” Applejack reached into her saddle bags and pulled out a set of garments in a dreadful state of disrepair.

Enveloping the clothing, no tatters she amended, in her magical field Rarity inspected the what remained.

They told a quite interesting story. Grass stains compounded with ground in dirt told of extensive friction. The tears and the missing sections spoke of the violent manner of their removal. Assembled they spoke of a curious non-equine shape.

“The poor dear...” Rarity whispered as the story unfolded before her minds eye.

Applejack blushed in guilt.

“Where is this creature now?”

“He's at ma farm. Ah set him up in the farm worker's shed. Ah'll be giving him a job just as soon as he calms down some.”

“Of course, of course,” Rarity replied somewhat distantly, “One must take responsibility for ones actions. I'd expect nothing less from a pony as upstanding as yourself.”

“He seems real hung up on clothes for some reason. Ah don't think he'll start to calm down till he gets 'em fixed...”

“I can't fix these.”

Applejack floundered helplessly for a moment.

“There isn't enough to work with here. I'll have to make a new ensemble. I'll need his measurements.”

“He's had a hard day.”

“If clothing is as important to him as you say, then we'll simply have to disturb him a little more.” Rarity hardened her features. She would do her part to help make amends to this poor creature for this abuse and she would brook no excuses.

* * *

Rarity entered a dark and spartan shed located on the edge of Sweet Apple Acres, while Applejack waited out of sight by the door. The row of beds where all empty except for one.

It was after planting and before harvest, so there was no call for extra help at the farm. It was rather convenient in a terrible sort of way.

In the one occupied bed was a huddled figure, hiding in the blankets. It twitched faintly in time to the sound of her well manicured hooves clicking on the clean wooden floor.

Rarity sat by the side of the bed and waited.

This was really more Fluttershy's area of expertise, but Rarity felt she could handle this on her own. Especially since the yellow mare in question was currently sequestered in a cloud house on the edge of town for obvious if unmentioned reasons.

“It wasn't supposed to be like this,” the creature confided to her in a cracking voice after a lengthy delay. “It wasn't.”

“Applejack will do her best to do right by you. You have no need to fear.”

“She... she stole my clothes.” The creature confided. His voice echoed with curious import and suggesting curious unknown implications.

“She brought them to me for their repair. But I can't fix them. I must make new ones.”

“How long?” There was despair and helpless fury in it's voice.

“For this situation? Before the sun rises.”

“I... Thank you. Very much.”

“I'll need your measurements though.”

After a long pause the creature slowly began to unwind out of his fetal curl and stood. He kept the blanket wrapped around himself and clutched it tightly.

He was tall. Taller then she had expected. Biped. It had a mane but no coat to cover it's naked skin. No wonder the thing was big on clothes. And it had weird little flipper claw things instead of hooves. It was thin though. Like it was stretched vertically.

He was covered in abrasions and bruises. Applejack had clearly not taken it easy on the creature.

Rarity wrinkled her nose in disgust. He was still stained with dirt and veritably reeked of Applejack's lust.

Her magic field grasped a basin and a clean washcloth from a corner of the room.

Without comment or explanation Rarity began to bath the creature.

“Stop.”

The pale fashionista complied but her eye brow asked a question.

“I'm Mike.”

“Rarity. May I continue?” She wanted to get this part over with as quickly as possible.

“Okay,” the creature replied after a long sigh.

Rarity quietly cleaned the wounds and washed away the physical reminders of his ordeal. Soon she was able to divest him of the blanket so that she could continue her ministrations.

“Thank you,” Rarity did not meet the creatures eyes as she worked. “For your trust. This must be a rather trying experience.”

Mike did not respond.

Wrapped in a pale blue glow the washcloth wrapped around the poor creature's much abused stallion-hood.

Rarity noticed the wince of pain and the member's half-hearted attempt at stirring.

“I am glad to see that she didn't break you completely.” Rarity and the creature shared an awkward smile.

She finished the bath and took his measurements. He remained silent but proved highly compliant.

* * *

With last nights emergency commission completed and delivered and her back orders cleared no one needed Rarity for anything. And that meant it was finally time for the professional and hardworking clothes horse to do what she'd been idly day dreaming about for weeks.

Tall ice cold glass of apple cider, with straw and umbrella? Check.

Stylish red scarf? Check.

Lawn chair? Check.

The brilliant and invigoratingly warm rays of the sun? Oh yes.

Rarity idly sunbathed for hour on end. The warming feeling growing on her coat and in her chest was so enjoyable that she didn't even need a romance novel for entertainment. Or to inspire a growing blush on her cheeks.

For the entire duration of the daylight hours the pony simmered happily.

After the sun had finally set. Rarity drunkenly made her last minute preparations. Mostly putting up a sign that said “Taking a research break. Be back next week.” in her store window.

Rarity made, slightly tipsy, progress down into her basement past her storage of old clothes projects and into her carefully prepared isolation room. She set the charge on the lock, stepped into the room and closed the door.

Collapsing onto the bed feeling terribly please, she fully intended to nap straight through the first long stretch of her coming estrus.

“Um... hi...”

Rarity rolled over sleepily.

“The door's stuck...”

The unicorn pressed a pillow over her head with her hooves.

“I just thought you might wanna know,” Mike blathered on moronically.

The pale mare of grace and poise gave a frustrated growl.

“I'm sorry, I didn't really mean to intrude on you like this,” Mike pulled hard on the door a few times, failing to move the magically reinforced object.

She was going to strangle him. Yes that is what she would do.

“I just wanted to get away from Applejack and you seemed like a nice person so I thought maybe I could hide out here for a while... This door is really stuck.” Mike gave a nervous laugh.

“Because it is locked.”

“Could you unlock it?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“It is a time delay lock. It will remain locked for the next four days.”

“Why did you lock yourself into a room for four days,” Mike was starting to sound nervous.

“To keep myself, for my prince.”

“What?”

“I'm in heat, you empty headed imbecile.”

“What does that mean exactly?”

“It means that I can either kill you now and spend the next four days in the company of your corpse or I can breed you.”

“This was a poorly informed decision on my part then.”

“Indeed.”

“What should I do?”

Rarity sat up. One eye twitched.

“Darling... There is a bottle of wine in the top left cupboard. I advise pouring us each a glass,” she growled through clenched teeth.