Untitled Rarity x AJ x Anon

 

 

It wasn't often that you received a letter that wasn't a bill or other official correspondence. Ponyville was a small, tight nit community that often enjoyed an excuse to talk today rather than write something that will be read tomorrow. It wasn't even time for the mail mare to make her rounds yet so whoever had written this letter must have either delivered it themselves or sent another to do so.

 

The letter itself was inclosed in a light violet envelope that had no return address, but the elegant writing clearly showed that it had been intended for you. As you break the seal, the smell of a flowery perfume rose out of the envelope accompanied by the scent of something else that you couldn't put your finger on. You open the folder paper and begin reading the beautiful handwriting the was within.

 

“To Our Darling Friend Anonymous,

 

we wish to invite you to visit us upon the morrow at sundown at my home in the Carousel Boutique. We have something we wish to share with you of a sensitive matter and would greatly appreciate it if you spoke with no one else of this letter. If you do not wish to attend, then we request you destroy this letter and we shall never speak of this again.

 

With Warmest Regards,

Rarity”

 

The letter briefly changed handwriting as a rougher signature followed with “& Applejack.”

 

As you ponder the odd letter and fold it up for the moment, you spot something written on the back that you hadn't seen when you first glanced over it. A small post script had been hastily written on the back in Rarity's fancy handwriting.

 

“P.S. Did you enjoy the scent on this letter, Darling? Half of it is my perfume and the other is something from Applejack.”

 

Now even more curious about what the scent was, you bring the letter up close to your nose and take of long whiff of it. The scent of lilac was the most obvious smell, but underneath you could smell something much more primal. Your loins stirred long before your mind had caught up with what was being presented. You smile and take another deep whiff of the scent before you carefully fold the letter up and return it to it's envelope. You more or less flop down on your couch as you toy with the envelope between your fingers. The whole situation felt incredibly surreal and you find yourself taking it back out to reread and take in it's scent again.

 

Rarity and Applejack. You know these two fine women reasonably well, albeit not close enough to be considered a member of their inner circle. You've helped both of them out on previous occasions and you can almost always expect a warm welcome whenever you have cause to meet with them. This, however, was entirely out of left field for you. Maybe you'd held some secret fantasy about one of the Elements, but you'd never anticipated one, much less two in concert seeking you. You'd almost wonder if you were being teased, but the scent of Applejack left no doubt about the intentions of the letter writers.

 

You relax a bit on the couch and find yourself loosening up your belt buckle a bit as your hardness strained against the fabric of your pants. It wanted it to be tomorrow evening already and you can't help but find yourself in agreement. You doubt they'd want you to bring this up early, whatever it is they are planning. Which left what you would be doing in the mean time and you ponder if you should try to relieve some of this stress now or not. Either way, with your vacation has left you with more time than you know what to do with and it's going to be a long wait until your date.

 

 

 

It was after a long period of 'tried to hold out but couldn't' fapping, that you realized that you hadn't a clue of what the fuck you were suppose to wear, if anything, to this event. Although the prospect of showing up wearing nothing but a smile easily fit into the realm of fantasy, you highly doubt it would actually work out in reality. You stalk over to your closet and begin rustling through your outfits. Outside of looking presentable at work and in public, you could never really get into choosing a sharp outfit. While you are half-tempted to just throw whatever came out of the closet first and hope for the best, one of the ladies you'll be visiting is the fashionista extraordinaire Rarity. She. Would. Know.

 

And with every outfit, you despair a little more. The odd stain here, a hole there. Things that would be beneath your notice on any day except today. You find yourself resigned to the greatest chore known to men everywhere. Having to shop for nice looking clothing.

 

With a heavy sigh, you ready yourself for the outside world and set out to find something that will make you presentable. A part of you wonders if just going to Rarity and asking her what she'd like to see you in was an option, but you quickly veto that idea. You can't just flat out ask her and you'd be afraid you'd let something slip before either of you are ready.

 

Finding yourself in one of the more generic clothing stores of Ponyville, you quickly set about trying to build a halfway decent outfit. With predictable results, you and the store clerk have trouble finding ANYTHING that looked like it fit you. You are about to give up when a familiar voice drifts to your ears.

 

“Oh, Darling? I didn't realize you were here!” The beautiful Rarity approached with a smile. “Looking for a new ensemble?”

 

“Er... yeah. Just something for a special occasion.” You nervously reply.

 

“You should have said something! I would have been more than help you out... why don't you head over to the Botique with me?” Rarity asked, with something hidden behind her eyes. You almost find yourself entranced for a moment, before the sound of the store clerk clearing her throat.

 

You find yourself caught between the two clothiers as they stared each other down, almost as if some unspoken rule had been violated. It was easy to forget that these two young ladies worked in the same line of work, even if they serviced two very different client bases. The clerk was giving Rarity a forced smile hiding daggers while the fashionista gave her a more judging look as if trying to ascertain her intentions.

 

“Of course, if you are looking for something more casual than my usual designs... I could help you select something off the rack here and then I could customize the fit later?” Rarity suggested and as you nod your assent you swear that the air felt less heavy. The clerk has perked up at Rarity's suggestion and you find yourself beset on both sides by them.

 

You're not sure how long you've shuffled back and forth from the dressing rooms. Nor how many clothes you've tried on but slowly the amount of clothing being sorted through dwindled as the Rarity's rejects were restocked onto their hangers. And your own personal preferences were beginning to have an effect on the selection, now that the obvious lemons were being removed.

 

Eventually, you find yourself modeling two similar but clearly different outfits.

 

“Oh, Darling... look at this! It just screams future 'man of the house,' doesn't it?” You have to concede that the outfit does look imposing to say the least. In a town where casual clothing was the norm, the suit you find yourself wearing screamed 'In Charge.' You almost feel more authoritative just wearing it and it looked decent on you as well. Now if you could only remember how to tie the damn tie!

 

“Of course, this looks positively delicious on you, too.” The next outfit seemed more appropriate for a servant of some perverted noblewoman. The white dress shirt seemed to be nearly sheer and was very tight. A vest offered a little protection to your chest but the dress pants seemed to be designed to please the feminine eye. Rarity's finishing touch was a collar with a D ring that she seemed to enjoy leading you by from time to time. Just wearing this made you feel a little more subservient to her.

 

As she expectantly awaits your decision, in your guts you have a feeling that your choice her will have longer reaching consequences than is immediately obvious. You ponder for a moment before opening your mouth to announce your decision.

 

“I'd like the suit... it looks pretty sharp on me.” You state, toying with the tie a bit.

 

“Oh, I agree Darling!” You feel a tug on your collar and you're led to a cleared area of the shop. You can swear you can see a bit of hunger in Rarity's eyes when she thinks you aren't looking. She has also pulled out a roll of measuring tape from some unseen place. “It's an alright fit... but I can make it perfect!”

 

You swear she takes her sweet time measuring your form just to keep you in the frankly embarrassing servants outfit. Every so often she pauses to write something down on a convenient pad she had acquired from wherever she procured her measuring tape. You can see the occasional passerby stop to stare at your impromptu measuring, but they stop when they catch sight of Rarity at work.

 

“I'll get started on this right away... it will be ready in time for...” Rarity paused to meet your eyes with a knowing smile. “Whenever you need it. Don't worry about the alterations, no charge!”

 

“Thank you, Rarity!”  You wave at Rarity as she departs with the suit, before turning to the clerk. “So... what's the damage?”

 

The store clerks smile was positively evil looking as she rang up your total.

 

 

That bitch.

 

 

Luckily, you didn't bust the bank on your new suit but the amount of money you put into ensured that you will be making the most of it in the future. Which wasn't too terrible a deal, but you still spent more than you were originally planning.

 

“Will you be purchasing THAT as well?” You can feel her eyes roam your body as you are suddenly reminded of the outfit you'd last been left with. You swiftly find your way back to the changing rooms.

 

The remainder of the day went rather uneventfully enough. After picking up lunch at a small restaurant, you aimlessly mill around the shops unsure of what else to bring. Rarity and Applejack were of two completely contrary temperaments and it was kind of hard to gauge what, if anything, should be brought to this little rendezvous. A bit of cologne to complement your normal retinue of hygiene products and then you head to  scope out Roseluck's flower shop.

 

“Looking for something in particular?” Roseluck greeted you with a smile.

 

“Hey, Roseluck...” You pause to consider the myriad of flowers on display. But your eyes keep drifting back to the display featuring immaculate roses. You glance back at Roseluck and she meets your gaze with knowing eyes.

 

“A dozen roses... always a classy choice.” A slender hand brushed plucked one of the thorny flowers and offered it for your inspection. It's petals extruded an elegant scent even as the thorn dug a little into your flesh.

 

“Two dozen... do you sell these dethorned?” You ask, only to have Roseluck beckon you closer.

 

“Yes, I do... but...” She conspiratorially lowered her voice to a whisper. “A little birdie said you should buy them, thorns and all.”

 

“Really...? I suppose I should take the little birdies advice, then...” You grin, wondering how far ahead of you those two were. You arrange to have the twin bouquets ready for the evening hence and head back to your home.

 

The air was crisp and clean as Celestia's sun slowly relinquished it's control of the sky to Luna's moon. You pass by Rarity's shop on the way back and you unconsciously glance at the windows. The showcase room was dim and the front door had it's closed sign flipped, but you could see shadows dancing from the upstairs workshop. You swear you can feel eyes upon you as a shadow paused in the window. A smile came unbidden to your lips and you feel like it's being returned.

 

One way or another, tomorrow night was going to be unforgettable.

 

 

The sound of songbirds being unnecessarily cheerful assaulted your ears as your eyes cracked open to greet the darkness of your bedroom. The pale morning light had just begun to eat away at the night sky and you wonder what had woken you at such an hour. A light rapping repeated itself against the silence of your domicile, an unexpected visitor tapping at your door at an uncelestial hour of the morning. You lie there for a moment, quietly wishing away the morning guest but the sound repeated itself once more.

 

“Just a moment!” You call out after swearing quietly under your breath. Throwing on enough clothing to be considered decent, you slowly stalk your way to the door and swing it open to find...

 

One of the two lovely ladies you were expecting to meet tonight. Applejack was staring at you from the doorway holding a plastic wrapped bundle that was presumably your suit. More noticeably, her face was heavily flushed and the trench coat she wore was out of place on her powerful form.

 

“G'morning, Anon...” She greeted you with uncharacteristic nervousness. She seemed to shift uncomfortably underneath her coat before she remembered why she came. “Rarity sent me tah drop off yer new duds.”

 

“Good morning, Applejack... thanks. I didn't realize you did deliveries for her...” You accept the bundle as she offered it to you. Her hand lingering upon your during the exchange, you find yourself giving her another once over. Above the collar of her coat, you couldn't see the tell tale collar of a shirt but untanned flesh contrasting with the bronze allure of her face. Tracing your eyes down, they linger upon the small gap between the top of her boots and the bottom of her coat. Instead of the rough denim of her jeans, you are once again greeted by the sight of her bare flesh. Was she wearing anything at all under that?

 

“Ah don't, really... this is kinda special occasion.” She stated, toying with the hem or her coat. She almost turned to leave, but she seemingly steeled her resolve. “Do ya mind if I come in for a spell?”

 

“Of course you can...” You step aside to permit the tall blonde to enter. You turn briefly to hand the bundle upon a coat hook when you suddenly hear the sound of fabric hitting the floor behind you. Looking back, you see Applejack with her coat piled around her feet and nothing hiding her body. Her sole covering, aside from her boots, was a series of ropes crisscrossing her form in a series of complex loops and knots. Some were tied to emphasis her bust and others appeared to be place purely for aesthetic purposes. A crotch rope held a vibrator firmly into her visibly moist hole, a low hum revealing it to be currently set at it's lowest setting.

 

“Do yah like what yah see, Anon?” Applejack asked, her face flushed as she then barely attempted to hide her body. The overall effect led to your eyes being drawn to the places that were supposedly being protected. “Yah aren't bothered by this sort of thing, are yah?”