W.D.A. First-timing

(More then one person looked at this, whoa. Welcome to a first-timer's super rough mostly written at 4AM draft. I'd like to get the basic ideas out and re-write until it's good. Anyways, enjoy what there is so far.)

 

Fluttershy was nearly beside herself! Rarity had sent a letter over begging her help with a problem she had claimed was of the utmost importance, and that only Fluttershy could possibly help with. So of course the quiet yellow pony had rushed over quick as she could, worried that perhaps Rarity was having pet problems or that Crusaders were causing havoc in her store as they sometimes did. “What if somepony got sick? Maybe they ruined all the dresses? Oh dear, I hope I can help...” Mumbling to herself as she traveled and lost to her worries, Fluttershy bumbled herself right into Rarity's front door! Before she could gather herself back together, Rarity had already flung the door open and engaged in dragging her inside. With only a startled “Eeep!” for a greeting, Fluttershy did her best to keep up with the sudden downpour of conversation from Rarity. “Darling, I thought you'd never come, but we must hurry, there's so much to try and I haven't the faintest what I'll do if this request isn't finished in time.” Fluttershy did her best to slow her friend down,  but did little to slow herself from being gradually led up into Rarity's sewing room. “R-Rarity I don't know wha...” Flipping her mane about, Rarity simply sighed and gave Fluttershy a bit of a pouting look. “Fluttershy, dear, I need to explain this as we go.” With a dainty waive at what appeared to be a suitable spot in the room, Rarity simply kept talking. “So stand over there for me, and we'll get started. I need you to help me with some, ah, special outfits I need to make. You don't mind, do you?” With a little sigh, Fluttershy moved towards the spot Rarity had pointed at, and nodded. “...That's all it is? I don't mind, I suppose. Why did you need me though?” Rarity was busy bustling around the room, clearing a table of various sewing scraps, and making room for the new project. “Fluttershy, I just couldn't count on anypony else. Everypony else is either busy, or, well, wouldn't stand still long enough for me to finish. Not to mention this might suit you, a tiny bit.” Her cleaning finished up, Rarity flicked her horn towards a rather large chest sett off to the side of the room, and began floating bits of outfits to the table. Fluttershy watched, curious as to what she meant, and that was when she noticed what all was floating through the air. They looked like little filly clothes, but sized up to fit grown ponies. A few bonnets, little hoof-mitts and various pastel colored dresses and skirts neatly where they were directed to on the table, and Fluttershy wasn't sure at all what to do. The clothes looked downright, well, babyish. She was blushing at the thought of having to try and of it on, let alone in front of Rarity so that she could be examined and fussed over.

 

“W-what is all tha.... that uhm... those... er... clothes?” Fluttershy trotted over, looking at the contents of the table and confirming her suspicions. “You want me to dress up like... that?” Rarity just smiled at her friend, finishing laying things out on the table, and nodded. “You see, dear, there are some pony folk who want very specific things from me, and I don't always have them here to try things on. This way you help me and another pony. Wouldn't you like to do that?” Knowing it might take some work, Rarity took this moment to throw on her best won't you help me face, doing everything short of begging out-right in the hopes that she could convince Fluttershy to go along with her rather odd request, and as she had hoped, it was working. Fluttershy just shifted nervously, torn between the embarrassment of the clothing and wanting to help her friend in a way only she could. Only a single helpless little sigh marked her fleeting urge to disagree, and Fluttershy moved herself back to the middle of the room, albeit in a somewhat resigned manner. “I suppose I could help, but you won't tell anypony right? I would... I would... I...” A little shiver shaking her frame, Fluttershy caught herself imagining what would happen if anypony ever found out. “ ...I would be upset.” Rarity just smiled, and tapped her hooves on the floor in excitement. “I knew you were the right choice Fluttershy.  Don't worry, I'll do you a good favor back darling. Now we should get started, I've got so many things to try before you go.”  Fluttershy felt like the blush on her muzzle was going to turn as red as an apple, if she managed to make it through this. Rarity started into her work, hovering a set of hoof-mitts up where Fluttershy could get a good look at them. They were a nice crème color, made with a fluffy and soft looking fabric,  and had frilly little trim with light pink bows tied daintily to them. “Lift those lovely little hooves up now, and we can start with these.” Fluttershy did as she was told, watching as Rarity helped her into each little  hoof-mitt. Fluttershy tapped her hooves on the floor gently, surprised at the extra cushion the hoof-mitts provided, and thought for a fleeting moment that perhaps it wasn't so bad after all. Rarity just smiled, and nudged her friend. “Go on, take a walk around. I need to make sure they feel right before I send them off.” Timidly circling the room, Fluttershy walked as if she was on eggshells the entire time. The timid pony moved up to a slow, nervous prance-like gait as she got used to the hoof-mitts. “They seem okay, I guess, Rarity.” Stopping to rub one against her leg for a moment, Flutershy offered Rarity a little nod of approval. “Nice and soft for... er.... little hooves?” Rarity just giggled at that comment, and winked. “They aren't exactly destined for little hooves, but I'm glad you like them. On to the next piece, though. Hold still while I get it ready for you.”

 

With Rarity busy fussing with something on the table, Fluttershy took some time to look over her now covered hooves. It was starting to worry at her a little that the hoof-mitts, despite being rather cute, had been sized for a pony her size. She was further worried when Rarity turned around, using her magic to hold up a light pink skirted outfit, decked with lace and silly filly frilly bits. “You want me to wear that, Rarity?”