Fashion Camp Rewrite

-Fashion Camp Redux-  by Shockblock99

 

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At the Miss Madame Fashion Camp, mares, fillies, and the odd colt all flooded the application booths for a meager chance to create such a masterpiece that Miss Madame herself would notice and take them under her wings. Her tutilage was legendary for educating ponies in the art of fashion and the process of designing clothes worthy of dressing gods. All those accepted were lead through marble gates into a campus designed after the Princess's castle in Canterlot. After being shown the magnificent fountains and graceful architechure, groups were split into different workrooms laced with exotic fabrics, modern machines, and mannequines of all shapes and sizes. Some of the materials here were exorbatently expensive

 

At this magnificent sight, Rarity's heartbeat fluttered and her head grew light. The true weight of being accepted had rushed into reality in the doorway. But she could not faint here! She had to prove herself to Miss Madame: the greatest fashion designer Equestria had seen in generations! Other old hands at the trade had applied as well; a quick glance in their direction showed them to be equally stricken, shakes and sweats present. Steeling herself, Rarity attempted to look relaxed and disconnected while observing the fabrics strewn about the room.

 

"Right, right. We will require order in this classroom or nopony is going to pass," said the dappled teacher standing aside a chalkboard. The room quickly hushed.

 

At the silence, the instructor spoke up. "Fillies, welcome and congratulations on being introduced to Miss Madame's Fashion Camp. Here, you will have only two weeks to produce a dress that you will personally present to the mistress herself." The room filled with strained whispers to friends and strangers alike. "Now, I do understand you wish to make the most of your time, so onward with the lesson. This room, the sewing room, is the most important blah in the blah blah-" Rarity couldn't stand the teachers droning. It was all basic procedure for the fillies who had talent, but no experience. She, however, was already familiar with the basics and easily recalled the use of every piece of equipment present.

 

"Now that that is done with, you will be escorted to your rooms by our fine staff and paired with somepony as a roommate. Work proper can begin tomorrow. Best of luck everypony!" Rarity took to her hooves and found the stallion meant to guide her. Standing by him was a small mare, just barely of age. Her cutie mark of the Horseshoe Nebula stood out strongly against the deep blue hide, just behind her wings. Her sea-green hair swirled around her neck with bangs that constantly had to be brushed aside. The look of pure joy on her face was infectious, and Rarity found herself smiling almost as soon as she saw her.

 

Rarity calmly walked up to her new roommate and introduced herself. "Oh hey, I'm Starlight Bright! Can you believe this? I mean, I get to meet Miss herself and I'm just a regular country pony," her exuberence pouring from her voice. There was the slightest hint of a country accent that reminded Rarity of the Apple family.

 

Rarity stood next to Starlight. "Oh, darling, I'm sure you're a talented filly. Just try to focus on your work as much as the reward." Starlight slowed down as she heard these words and her smile waned almost imperceptibly. The staff shortly lead them to the dormatory and issued keys.

 

Their rooms were modest and bare. Designed for every designer, presumed Rarity. An oaken bed stood across from a draftstallion's table. Rarity carefully unpacked her four bags into a provided dresser and turned to Starlight's side of the room for conversation. What she saw gave her quite a start.

 

Somehow Starlight had practically papered herself in an algamation of posters and fabrics, trying to stand as still as possible to prevent herself from ripping anything. "Oh my," cried Rarity as she rushed to her side, "What did you do?"

 

"I'm just- OW!" Rarity tenderly pulled one of the sticky ends of a poster off off Starlight's wings. "I was just trying to get done."

 

Rarity knew the feeling. When she was still a foal, she would try to get every part of her dresses exactly right the first time. It was infuriating to know how you wanted something to be, but not be able to achieve it. "Oh I know it."

 

"Don't." Starlight held a stony edge in her voice. Rarity recoiled and gingerly unrolled the last of the cloth. "Don't try to fake being my friend."

 

Rarity huffed. "But I wasn't faking anyth-" Starlight cut her off with a cutting wing gesture and a pained glare. She silently went back to her bags and started putting up posters above her bed. Her stony face tried to keep as neutral as it could. "Oh dear," thought Rarity, "What have I done now?"

 

***

 

The first couple days of camp dragged on slowly. Rarity was eager to begin her work and so barely spoke to the other designers while on the clock. The first real day of work was spent drafting and designing alone in her room, coming up with ideas and working out flaws in her plans. Once she stepped out into the sewing room, the dresses, graceful and shining, were made with such grace that it was as if Rarity had simply brought out the outfit waiting in her materials.

 

But her roommate had no such luck. Starlight hadn't had much practical knowledge about fashion, just lots of loose ideas about form and color and how it would be amazing to see somepony walk down an aisle wearing their label. Despite her design area being filled with concepts, there were virtually no hard plans. The clothes she made looked hodgepodge, thrown together, because she would focus on one part at a time and disregard the suit as a whole. And nopony was there to point it out to her; Starlight rarely talked to anyone, least of all traded critique. Rarity saw all this out on the floor, and would have spoken to Starlight about it if she wasn't convinced it would only make her situation worse.

 

The straw that broke the pony's back was the bullies. Rarity had been modeling a braided crown on a colt manniquin when she noticed Starlight cornered by several other students that had been trouncing about. Her suit had been coming along at a respectable pace; she supposed she could take some time for a break. Casually walking towards the group, Rarity tried to look inconspicuous. Pretending to survey the available fabrics, she eavesdropped on their conversation.

 

"What kind of pony are you? You think you, or any hillfilly, can just walk in here with an idea and be taken up by MISS MADAME? You need style, sophistication, and intellegence to even think about talking to her. All qualities you sorely lack."

 

"Are you calling me a dumb rube? I'll have you know I passed the entrance exam fair and square. We're ALL going to be considered at the end."

 

"Razor Sheen is right, Miss Madame is a gentlemare. She would never tutor an uncultured, rude, incompetent country pony like you." The filly's voice grew to a crecendo by the end, stinging with every word.

 

At this final jab, Starlight's body went stiff. Her chest heaved deeply and her stare wandered off, looking at everything but the brutes in front of her. After a second, she could take it no more and flew off through the group with tears flowing freely. Almost the entire room watched her dash through the door deeper into the compound. Hushed conversations dripping with gossip and rumors quickly spread through the workroom. Soon there were open conversations about Starlight as a hillfilly from nowhere.

 

Rarity's jaw dropped at the display of cruelty. Did city ponies really have this much prejudice against country dwellers? Well, this could not stand! If that mare didn't have any friends here, then Rarity would give her one. The horrible mares in the sewing room would get what was coming to them later. Trotting off through the same door Starlight had taken, she realized that she didn't know where it lead, let alone where Starlight would have hidden. But that thought was lost in the bravado of the moment, and Rarity held her head high as she followed her heart.

 

 ***

 

The inner halls of the camp were dark and bare, seeming to stretch off farther than the building allowed. Nopony was in sight no matter where Rarity looked, and her hooffalls faded into the darkness without returning an echo. Despite the oppresive solitude, there was an sense of being watched out in these halls. "Quite an odd place," Rarity queaked through a tight throat. She tiptoed down the halls with open ears, straining to catch any sign of Starlight's passing.

 

Suddenly, Rarity had a stroke of luck. A soft voice, barely audible, came from one of the doors adorned with golden filigree. Putting her sensitive ears to the oak wood, she could hear sobbing. "Well, so much for a pleasent chat," she said under her breath. Standing back from the door, she tenatatively knocked. The sounds died behind the door. "Sweetie? Starlight, I think we should talk." No answer came. "Are you all right? I'm going to come in now." Still no reply.

 

Easing open the door, Rarity surveyed the room. The master bedroom inside was as fancy as the door, with bright blue decorations and designer furnature. A large candle stood lit on a large vanity, shedding a soft light over most of the room. Starlight wasn't there, but the outline of a small pony was clearly imprinted on the silken bedsheets. Thinking for a few seconds, Rarity came up with a plan. A devious, deceptively simple plan.

 

"Oh, I suppose I was mistaken." Walking to the candle, she said as if to herself, "Can't leave this open," and blew it out. Casually strolling back to door, Rarity hid in the shadows on the side and shut it hard. Laying low, the fashionista watched the room closely. From a cabinet on the far side, there was some movement; a door shifted open a touch. After a second, a shadowy form slid from inside with a choked sob.

 

Rarity's horn burst aglow with magic. The pale light washed over the room Starlight jumped, feathers and fur standing at attention, before hovering limply. "Go ahead," she said trying to keep an even voice, "do your worst. You know you can't resist."

 

"It's not like that, Starlight," said Rarity, "and frankly I take offence that you would even consider me capable of sinking to such levels. I know how painful it can be to have your work torn apart or, worse, ignored."

 

Starlight gave her a sidelong look. "You... you don't hate my work?"

 

"Good heavens, no! It's true that the the execution could use some, how do I say it, expertise, but the designs I've seen have vision. A style unique to you!" Rarity struck a pose at this, pretending to model an imaginary dress.

 

Starlight gave a sniffle, her tears almost gone. "But, why would Miss Madame care for me? There's no place for me in fashion. I'm just a nopony from nowhere." A resurgence of sobs came with this statement, almost breaking her composture as her knees shook.

 

"Oh, no no no no! Even ponies without reputations can make great names for themselves." Rarity cut her horn's light and lit the candle again with a small squeak. "For example, I, Rarity, am from Ponyville and NOT Manehatten or Canterlot. It took me years to get to where I am now but I stuck through with it and am now signed on with both Sapphire Shores, Hoity Toity, and Golden Streak."

 

"Where? Wait, I knew I knew you from somewhere." Starlight settled onto the bed and leaned heavily on a pillow.

 

Rarity cringed at remembering that tough period. "Yessss... But really, it's not where you're from that matters. It's what you do and how you do it. And I can see you doing it very well. If you ever need help, don't hesitate to ask." Rarity nuzzled Starlight's neck and pulled back quickly. Starlight gaped at this sudden display of affection and trust. "I know," said Rarity, "let's go down to the cafe. I'm rather peckish for some hot cocao."

 

"NO," screeched Starlight. "I'm not going to go back to those- those monster mares!"

 

Rarity recoiled in shock and cleared her throat. "All right then. Umm... Do you have a better suggestion?" Starlight rubbed her chin before thrusting a hoof to the sky.

 

"In fact, I do!" She flew over to the cabinet she had hid in and withdrew a dusty bottle by the neck. "I think it's a wine rack in there; it certainly smells like my mother's wine cellar." Rarity had her reservations about drinking during the day, but the allure of fine wine and the filly's willingness to open up seemed to be a winning combination.

 

Floating two glasses from the cabinet, Rarity said, "Then a toast. To a new friendship!"

 

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"...it gets better! When the shop owner woke up, the windows was shattered, and the pegasus was never heard from again!" The two mares burst into tipsy, uproarious laughter together, nearly knocking the half-empty bottle on its side. "Anyway, that's how Ah lost my delivery license." Starlight's country accent was much more, well, accented now in her intoxication.

 

Rarity's speech was slurred and slow; her tongue hadn't held well against so much alcohol. "Oh Shtarlight, how do you get THAT turned around. It'sh positively scandelush." For a while now, a giddy warmth had been spreading through her body. She assumed it was the blush from her alcohol, until it started to grow more pronounced in... places. Private, sensitive places. "So Dearie-

 

"Nope. Aint a deer. Pony. I thought you knew that. Oh, and more wine please."

 

Rarity obliged her newfound friend, shakily moving the bottle to her. "So pony, what vintage is thish, might I ask?"

 

"Ah don't rightly know. Check the label." Rarity clumsily picked up the bottle and turned it. The side was too dusty to read, but Rarity handily knew a common dusting spell. A small glow, and a puff of dust rose from the label, tickling her nose. Willing herself to sit up straight, she looked at the vintage printed.

 

        LUST DRAFT - BREWED 876 - MADAME VINYARDS

 

The gears in Rarity's head turned slowly at first, but realization dawned soon enough. "So? What is it, Rarity?" Rarity looked up to see Starlight drain an entire glass of 'wine' in one long pull. "Don't matter, ah suppose. Gets you drunk irregardless."

 

Rarity managed to say through her budding panic, "I think we should shtop for now, this isn't really what we think it is."

 

Starlight stared at Rarity, eyes half-lidded. "Oh ain't it?" Her wings grew stiff behind her. "So this ain't a friendly chat between friends?" She stood unsteadily and took a step towards Rarity's body. "Maybe," Starlight cooed into Rarity's soft ear, "it's something more."

 

"Darling, please!" Rarity's body wanted to give in, and the lust was now building too fast in her mind to put up a good fight. The alcohol in the potion didn't help matters, but added a haze, as if this were all a mirage in a cool oasis. She clenched her body to try and rein it in, but a burst of pleasure hinted that that might have backfired. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and, as if in a dream, Starlight took it into her own.

 

The kiss was intimate, but not forceful. Starlight's tongue danced around Rarity's own, exciting the nerves and sending sparks through her hide. Rarity could hardly believe this situation, but her loins were more than delighted. With a final thought, she gave in and pushed her tongue into Starlight's wet embrace. A tart, fruity taste filled her mouth, saliva flowing freely. Starlight pushed Rarity onto her back, never breaking the loving kiss. The sensation overwhelmed her thoughts for a second, the lust draft working it's magic. A sloppy kiss from Starlight almost missed it's target, and she pulled back.

 

Plums. That's what she tastes like: ripe, juicy plums on an Autumn afternoon.

 

"Rarity," whispered Starlight, "help me."

 

Rarity's words came breathy and freely. "Help yourself, dear."

 

Starlight nibbled at Rarity's ear, whispering sweet nothings from romance novels she'd read as a filly. A quick nibble at the sensitive flesh, and she moved down Rarity's body. Kisses connected down her face. A lick across her chest and belly, trails of sweat and spit cooling her hot flesh. Rarity flexed at the ticklish sensation and giggled when Starlight rubbed her belly button. Finally, she went down to the lips that she so desired to touch have touched. Rarity could FEEL how wet she was, and Starlight drunk in the sight like it were a fine Ponot Noir. A low moan came unbidden to Rarity's lips. Starlight's hot breath wafted over the stiff clit and silky mound, before diving straight into her lover.

 

A dam burst somewhere in Rarity's head. All the tension and stress she'd built up about the competetion in this camp washed away in a riptide of pleasure. The feeling of being with another mare, the anxiety of public sex, the shame of such unprovoked sex, everything fed into this wonderful rise and fall of Starlight's movements. Her tongue flicked between the lips, teasing and prodding to find the most sensitive spots. Rarity strained her muscles, trying hard to cum quickly. But Starlight eased off of her pussy and gave her a devious grin.

 

Rarity looked desperately at Starlight and managed to choke out, "Wha- no! I, gnh! D-deeper in me!" A hoof swung itself behind Starlight's head and pushed down with the strength given by those holding on for dear life. Her muzzle was driven far into the soft pink flesh of Rarity's cunt. Her tongue moved with a mind it's own, probing the deep recesses and stimulating the most wonderful spots. "Oh, oh Celestia! Ergh!" Rarity's legs locked around Starlight's head and held it in place. Sparks shot haphazardly from her horn, illuminating the scene with bright flashes. The stink of sweat and sex and wine lay heavy in the air, fogging every thought. Wet shlurping came from down below, and groans and moans freely flowed. Her mouth was dry and heavy, hot breath heaving in and out without rythym or reason, just for sex.

 

Starlight must have sensed this, and she went to work redoubling her efforts, slavering at the mare's extraordinary pussy. She was there. Rarity was about to cum. A great tension built in Rarity's body, a spring of desire and release coiling their forms around her heart. "Oh nah. No no no I'm c-c-c-" Right at the edge, Starlight agonizingly pulled her face from it's position and panted. Rarity's body tensed in a thousand places at once, all trying to get that one last touch, one more piece of pleasure to bring her over the brink. She whipped her head back and forth, left and right, as if trying to deny that this was happening. The need was there, but nothing was filling it because there WAS nothing there.

 

Starlight licked Rarity's clit. For a brief blinding moment, everything fit. There wasn't need or shame or want. Those would require a mind that could actually think. All that was, was that instance of pure pleasure where Rarity floated on her orgasm. Every twitch and spasm fed directly into it. She bucked, harder than Applejack, breaking the limits of reality that let her stay there. Her orgasm had sent the body into a numb shock, limbs and nerves flying every which way, trying to make sense of what had happened. Eventually, the sensation of cumming died down, draining Rarity's senses and leaving her giddier with every aftershock.

 

"Oh, Raaarity..." A voice came from somewhere in front of her. Getting her eyes to focus was difficult, especially when each aftershock shook her body violently. But soone they managed to focus on a pink slit, set in deep blue flesh, just inches from her face.

 

"Turnabout is fair play."

 

 ***

 

The room had been quiet for a while now. It was just them, embraced by each other for the longest time on those soaking silken sheets. Shame and fear kept watch over the silence between the pair. The lust musk was starting to be covered up by the vanilla scent from the candle, adding a gentleness to the afterglow of the massive and repeated orgasms both had experienced. Slowly, Starlight gathered the courage to speak up.

 

"Rarity?" Her voice no longer had the same breathy, lustful quality it had during foreplay. In fact, it sounded like she was holding something back. "Do ya hate me now?"

 

"I don't know how I could."

 

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*creaaaaak*

 

"Now just what are you two doing in Miss Madame's private chambers? You're just asking for some... punishment."

 

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Original Written by Forceerrordelete

'Edited' by Cabby 57

Extensively ReWritten by Shockblock

 

ENJOY XD -Forceerrordelete

I hope you do. I put like, 3 days of effort into this. Too much plot? Too little sex? Lackluster descriptions? TELL ME. -Shockblock