Chasing Pinkie

~Chasing Pinkie~

~Distraction #4: Rarity~

With the day coming close to an end, the sun nearing the ground, you figure it’s about three-thirty and get to jogging. With the weather cooling down now, it becomes easier for you to pace yourself as you pass many more establishments along the way. You glance over to see the spa, and wonder what Lotus and Aloe are up to, but they aren’t your main priority, just something to think on while you hurry up.

With your energy running low, it’s almost turning out to be too much trouble for you to keep going. You start to question yourself, “Is this really worth it? Just to have Pinkie? It’s been a long and strenuous day for me, and I’ve exercised so much, it’s almost made me lose ten pounds!” You stop talking to yourself as you pass some of the locals and notice you’ve reached the Carousel Boutique.

Entering, you see Rarity behind the counter magically holding some purple and pink fabrics. With her back still facing you, she says, “We’re closed. I’m sorry for the inconvenience. Please come back tomorrow...”

You shake your head and catch her attention. “Ahem...”

She turns with a lowered brow, but perks up her attitude upon seeing who’s come in. “You... You’re that chaser, the one hunting down Pinkie. What in Equestria are you doing here darling?”

“I’m searching for her, and I have reason to believe she’s here... Could you be so kind as to tell me where she’s hiding?”

To your surprise, she admits, “Pinkie’s upstairs, hiding in the basket.” You’re amazed you were able to get the information out of her so quickly, unlike with everypony else who wanted you to do something for them. Unfortunately, yes, Rarity wanted something too. You try to walk past her when the rug you step on magically slides under your feet, and before you know it, your head is throbbing in unbelievable pain. “Nah, ah, ah!” she chants. “You’re not allowed up there. It’s employees only... but, if you want a job, I’ve got a last minute opening!”

Holding your pained head, you ask, ”What is it?”

She lifts you up and puts you on your feet. With just a swing of her horn, you’re propped up on a stand, lights shimmering on you and blinding your sight. Rarity’s looking your clothes up and down while explaining, “Shortly after you walked in, I noticed those horrid attires... My Alicorn, who dressed you this morning? Some ruffian?”

You’re tempted to tell her is was actually an Alicorn, as funny as it was, that dressed you, but you simply say in a monotone voice, “I don’t know what I was thinking. Please, dress me so I can be on my way...”

You have no choice this time, for Rarity was restricting your movement with her magic. Struggling only tightened her grasp, so you had no choice but to allow her the task of dressing you. Fabric after dazzling fabric wafted by, all different hues of colors and all extremely bright. Eventually, she chose a regal lavender shade for the torso. While magically swapping out the colors, you noticed she suddenly changed your jeans to shorts, then back again only to return to the previous style. This repeated nonstop, until she amazingly made up her mind to keep it the way it was; as jeans.

The more time passed, the more styles you tried. She never fully undressed you, but more often than not, you found yourself wearing things you absolutely despised. She had finished after about a full hour’s take, and though you didn’t care anymore, you still couldn’t help but to be quite satisfied with the new uniform. You turned to her and said, “Thanks! I think this will do. If only my clothes didn’t incinerate during transportation...”

She blinked and started to giggle at your statement. “Tee hee, you thought this was for keeps? No, my little helper. You were just a manikin!”

You confusedly ask, ”Wait... Huh? All this was just because you wanted to use my body as a statue?”

“Well of course!" She magically swaps you back to the bland, green and pink running outfit and continues, "The silly pony models are so boring, and I just wanted to experiment, along with seeing how you’d react to it.”

Holding back your rage, you ask through your teeth, “May I please go and catch Pinkie now...?”

Rarity turns around heading for the door, swinging her tail back and forth in a teasing manner and utters, “Do as you wish.”

You rocket up the stairs and open the door only to give a powerful gasp at the sight. There wasn’t just one, not even two, but at least twenty baskets with lids on them surrounding the room. You turn back around and return to the entrance to confront Rarity about this, but she’s long gone by now.

You hastily return to the basket filled room and start searching frantically. One by one, you check all visible hiding spots till not a single one was left. Then, you notice something peculiar. The window, the one you knew was shut before you returned to the lobby is wide open. Pinkie had left while you were downstairs. Grunting at this, you look down to see her hoof marks leading away from the city and over to the beach.

Panting all the way down the stairs and out of the business building, you race to the back of the establishment and follow Pinkie’s rather noticeable trail while watching the sun lower itself in the far off distance. The whole day only proved to raise your anger. If anything, you barely cared about catching her anymore. You just wanted to curse her out now. Her little game has left your vigor spent. Your head hurts from all the excitement you’ve been through today.

All you wished to do now is to return to your cozy bed and rest it off, but that would’ve made going to Equestria and participate in this completely pointless. No, you want Pinkie’s plot; not to pleasure, but to spank. Your mind floods with thoughts of repetitively slapping her ass, making her screech in pain. Maybe to prevent that, once you got hold of her, you’d gag her the same way she did you this morning. Of course, this was just angered fantasies. You probably would never, truly want to do such vile things to her, but it was just nice to get it off your troubled mind while you ran.