Title:           The Carousel Boutique is bouncing with a peppy, upbeat orchestral score ringing
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Saturday 19th of December 2015 08:09:15 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 19th of December 2015 08:09:15 AM CDT

The Carousel Boutique is bouncing with a peppy, upbeat orchestral score ringing through the speakers. The cheerful sophistication of the violins hardly match the clothes on display, much less the somewhat trashy women rifling through them, but such things do not matter to Rarity. She is, after all, a girl of refinement and class; even if she does have quite the mouth on her when it comes time to get down to bed business.
 
But as now customer satisfaction is on the line, the airy adjuster goes about her business with an uncharacteristic focus. Clearing her throat, she frowns at her latest client: Rainbow Dash.
 
“Arms up, please,” she declares, smiling as the petite bimbo in front of her does what she’s told. Of course, when speaking about bimbos, petite can be quite the exaggeration, as it is in the case of Dash. With melons the size of her head and a pair of heavy hips, the only things small about Rainbow are her height and muscular waistline. But Rarity can’t simply call her friend small, or tiny; that would be rude. As the clothier measures her friend, Rainbow begins explaining the reason behind her visit. Again.
 
“So, anyway, I was running through the park one morning when I realized that it’s a real pain to have to wrap my boobs every time I go to work out.” Rarity hums in response, moving on to measure her friends underbust. “I mean, I get that having boobs bouncing all over the place isn’t exactly proper,” she pauses long enough to glance at her friend for a response. Finding none, Rainbow continues on. “But really, I’ve got ginormous gozangas and I have to let them breate, y’know!”
 
“And so you want a tube top,” Rarity deadpans, glancing up at her friend.
 
The color drains ever so slightly from Rainbow’s face, but she’s quick to shake it off and smirk down at the boutique bimbo. “Yeah. Tube tops are total bimbo fare: sexy, a little slutty, easy access…”
 
Though she isn’t much for the rather simplistic design of the fabric sheathe, Rarity has to admit that the sporty girl does have a point. What better way to draw attention to Rainbow’s natural assets, namely her sharp-hourglass figure and muscular middle? Seeing Rarity has been cowed somewhat, Dash smirks and continues.
 
“Anyway, I started trying on some old stuff I found in my closet that might fit the bill, but none of them could hold up. I’d be jogging down the road, not even running, and all the sudden I’ve got oncoming cars flashing their headlights at me. I couldn’t even figure it out until one of them pulled over and pointed out that I’d bounced right out of my top. Totally embarrassing.”
 
“The perils of wearing low-cut clothing,” Rarity joins in. Both girls sigh and lapse into silence for a moment as she continues her work. After getting her measurements, the pale clothier moves over to her supply closet, digging through it as she continues. “You could just wear something with a little more support, and perhaps some shoulder straps, or even a bra.”
 
“But I don’t want shoulder straps!” Dash groans, the whine in the middle of her sentence plainly evident. “Omigosh, Rare, straps would totally kill the look I want to get this summer. I mean, tan lines are super hot, but only if your intimates are pale.”
 
“While I disagree about tanning in general, I suppose there is a certain type who likes it,” Rarity grumbles as she takes a small smattering of materials over to her work station and begins to augment an already prepared piece of clothing.
 
“Yeah, hot, jacked studs,” Rainbow responds with a dreamy smile. After shaking loose whatever lewd fantasy is building in her head, the sporty girl gives her friend and insistent look. “That’s why I need a tube top! Rare, you gotta help.”
 
“So I am, and so I have,” the clothier crows after a moment of silence. Spinning in her chair, she waves the piece of indecent apparel in her friend’s direction. “All right now, off with your shirt.”
 
Dash does as she’s told eagerly, stripping out of the snug tee and letting her jiggly juggs wobble wonderfully for a few brief seconds. Rarity smiles at the sight, her friend’s fat areola presently engulfing her sizeable nipples. Such a shameless girl, hurrying around town braless, always looking as though she has two petite, puckered penetratables on her chest. But, Rarity’s place is only to comment snidely if it becomes an issue, and it isn’t at present. So, with a fashionista’s flourish, she flips the fabric over her friend’s head, pulling it down until it sits over Dash’s chest.
 
Bringing her arms back down, the athlete grins, glancing at herself in a mirror. But the smile quickly fades as she examines the shoulder and belly bearing strip of cloth. Rainbow gives a few experimental bounces on the balls of her feet, and the scowls as her just covered breasts wobble straight out of the top. “Uh, that really doesn’t do anything.”
 
“Well of course not, dear,” Rarity chides her, stuffing the teen’s oversized orbs back where they belong. “You haven’t made sure that it’s snug yet. Here, let me show you.”
 
As she sets to work showing her friend the zipper hidden in the front of the fabric, Rarity explains. “I must be honest with your Rainbow Dash, this is not a tube top. Rather, it is a bandeau; a piece of clothing meant for individuals with more active inclinations. While not as supportive as a halter, it is still able to keep pressure on your girls, restraining them from being quite as free as they might like to be.”
 
Rainbow winces as the now snug fabric clings to her body like a second skin. She gives a few bounces and then smiles as the top stays in place. A few more enthused hops, and she laughs as her teen titties tremble thunderously. “Omigosh Rare, this is AWESOME!”
 
“I know,” Rarity says with a smirk and a flick of her hair. “I can’t guarantee that it will stay on through your most rigorous regimen, but if should be enough for your morning jogs.”
 
With a squeal and a leap, the smaller girl grabs Rarity’s head and forces it into her rather deep cleavage. “Oh thank you thank you thank you! You’re the best!”
 
Holding back a laugh, Rarity smiles and shakes her head. Another satisfied customer…