Veiled Violet

Strong masculine hooves held Rarity close to a chiseled chest. Perfect teeth nibbled on her ear. A strong musk of strength and male virility filled her nose.

The pale and perfectly manicured unicorn murmured in exquisite and well deserved bliss.

A frantic hammering on her window woke her.

Grumbling, clad in rollers and a green beauty mask Rarity rolled out of bed and into her fluffy pink slippers.

She wore slippers so she wouldn't chip a hoof while stumbling around in the dark. The natural insulating properties of hooves ensured that no mere cold floor could chill her.

“Rarity!” came a frantic voice alongside a repeat of the prior frantic knock.

“Who is it!” she demanded in reply.

“It's me. Rainbow Dash!”

“What do you need!” Rarity was seriously considering turning away her late night visitor.

Silence reigned from the other side of the glass.

After a moment's pause Rarity opened the window.

What she beheld was a torn dress, running mascara, smeared lipstick and behind all of that the most miserable and pathetic looking Rainbow Dash she had ever seen.

Enveloped the a sudden blue glow the pegasus pony was pulled into her bedroom. The window was closed and locked. The curtains pulled shut.

“I, I... He...” Dash blubbered.

She then set to work liberating her from the dress.

“Hush dear, It's alright. It's all over now,” cooed the unicorn in a reassuring and motherly fashion.

Drawing forth a basin and cloth she began washing away ruined cosmetics, tears and snot.

“Lets just get you cleaned up and we'll talk about it, we have all night.”

“I couldn't... He wanted to...” Blue wings stroked the air lifting the pegasus.

Rarity recognized the looming threat of her friends immediate and destructive exit.

The fashionista grabbed the flier in a hug. She tried to struggle free.

“No! No, Dash! You came to me! You want to to tell me! You will tell me!”

Rarity wrestled the sobbing pegasus to the floor and pinned her in place. She took this opportunity to start restoring her friends mane to it's original roguishly good looking state.

Straddling the lean and muscular pegasus was decidedly satisfying.

“Starting to feel a little better, darling?” she asked as the blue mares sobs slowly came to a stop.

“Yeah, kinda.”

It did not occur to Rarity to release Dash, as she reached for the curry comb.

Slowly starting at the neck she used the stiff nubs of the brush to work the grit and grim out of the pegasus's coat.

“Talk to me Dash,” the pale unicorn purred. “What has you so upset?”

“I, He wanted to do it. And I couldn't.”

Rarity wondered how it was that she had never before noticed how tight and smooth Rainbow's shoulders were as she moved meticulously down her body.

“Couldn't or didn't want to?”

“I...”

Rarity scooched back a little to work lower on Dash's body. This meant she was now gripping the muscular rump of the blue mare between her thighs. Calmly she went to work on scrubbing the barrel.

“A bit of both perhaps?”

“Yeah,” Dash admitted.

The unicorn switched positions, straddling the blue mares barrel while she scrubbed down that hard, slender, mouth watering flank.

“Dash?”

“Hmm?”

“Wanna get drunk after this?”

“Sweet Celestia, yes.”

* * *

“Oh gosh, do mares really wear these?” Dash shifted her weight to one side as she checked out the fore mentioned article of clothing in the nearest mirror.

“Oh yes, Dashie,” Rarity stumbled around the edge of the stand to get a better looker herself. “I think they add a little something. But it's not something ponies wear in public. Unless it's under a dress.”

The soft cotton hugging against Dash's rump didn't feel bad per say. Just unusual, different.

How they looked though. As she swished her tail to one side to see them. It almost looked like she was presenting. And what she was presenting? Well bucko, you'll just have to come on over and see for yourself.

She almost looked pretty in these things.

She smiled. For the first time in hours the pegasus smiled.

“What do they call these things again?”

“Panties, Dash. Dark blue, cotton with elastic waist.”

“I gotta remember these... What else do you got?”

“'What else?'” the unicorn quoted with a silly grin as she reached up and helped Dash out of the panties by hoof. She was probably to drunk to use her magic. “She asks 'what else' I have...” she laughed.

Picking herself up after falling off if the stand Rarity pulled a hidden chest out of the corner of the room and after a few fumbles, unlocked it.

Her mouth stuffed with strange and unknown garments Rarity made her way back. Her eyes locked oddly hungrily on the pegasus mare.

Dash's hoof stomped in eagerness.

First came the saddle. Draped over her back, it had no pad. Just bare hardened leather digging into her back. Rarity crawled under her to cinch and tighten it with her mouth.

Rarity briefly demonstrated it's purpose. Grabbing onto the saddle from behind her. Holding her firmly as she gave a little faux thrust against her.

The pale unicorn returned to her side, a piece of pink cloth in her mouth this time. With her hoof she lifted up Dash's right back leg.

She jumped a little as the fabric was dragged over her especially sensitive hoof but Rarity held her firm with her own for hoof on the saddle. Holding her still as she slid the stocking up her leg.

She pulled it up slowly, making sure that Dash felt every inch of the silky fabric against her coat and hoof. It stopped at her mid thigh with Rarity's nose pressed against her cutiemark.

Dash was already raising her other hind leg by the time the clothes horse had made it to the other side.

This time Rarity stopped for a moment with her nose pressed against the cutiemark.

Two small straps where anchored to the back of the saddle and other one to the strap at the bottom.

Ducking under her like a nursing foal Rarity Pulled the straps tight together over both of her flanks and fastened them together with what felt like a cold metal ring right between her teats.

Then from the pile came the last where two small little straps, these ran from each of the two top straps to the top edge of each stocking.

Thus wearing the garment Dash turned to the mirror. She examined herself from the side and the back.

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

“Rarity?”

“Yes, Dashie?”

“Am I a pretty pony?”

“You are the prettiest pony, Dashie!” She exclaimed and pointed a hoof forcefully to show just who she was talking about. And fell over.

She looked at the pony in the mirror. Rainbow Dash the pretty pony. How wonderful. She could be a pretty pony. She was that pony.

She swished her tail from side to side examining how the straps held her haunches apart and showed her off. Like she was begging to be mounted.

Rainbow Dash the invincible, the untouchable, the uncatchable. Begging to be taken and had. To give in. Give up. To submit to defeat and not to win.

Nausea hit her hard. She nearly vomited right there.

Wonderbolts. Fame. Glory. Respect.

“I have something else...” Rarity was back by the chest. Digging around.

Maybe, just maybe if I don't look in the mirror and don't think about anything this can keep going? Just for a little while. Rainbow thought hopefully to herself.

“There is a story behind these. Long ago before the three tribes united there was a custom,” Rarity placed the gilded clasps from the chest on the stand before her.

Dash didn't quite recoil when she saw them.

“The bound pegasus.”

Of course. They looked just like a folded pegasus wing. They were hollow and had a latching device so they could be held in place over a wing. Holding a pegasus flightless.

“I, I have to go,” Dash eventually responded as she started to disrobe.