>Taking the package in hand, you reach out a hand holding the usual amount of bits and smile graciously.
"Thank you, Rarity, I guess I shouldn't be surprised how quickly you've adapted to my unique requirements."
>She's the only designer you can find that can accurately reproduce the designs from your previous home.
"Oh Anon, dear, you flatter me. These designs from your world are simply divine. I do so enjoy making them."
>She levitates the bag of coins over to her desk, tilting her head just enough to fully reveal her face and her warm smile.
>You catch yourself staring just in time as she turns back to you. You quickly look down at the package.
"I really do appreciate your work, I'd practically be naked without these. No one else is able to make them as well as you."
>You look up to see her turn her head away at the last moment, her attention shifted to the mannequin newly created just for your needs. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought she was staring at you as well.
“You’re welcome, darling, I’m happy you enjoy my work so much. That does remind me though…”
>She begins walking to the mannequin, turning to look at you as she moves to stand next to it.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you, sort of a bit of a curiosity I suppose, though I don’t mean to pry..”
>You raise an eyebrow, she seems almost embarrassed, but you offer a reassuring smile.
“Not that I don’t like making these suites for you… I really do, but, I was wondering if it’s normal for humans to be wearing cloths all the time.”
>Her eyes look away from you as she finishes her inquiry. You find yourself a bit at a loss. You knew this question was coming eventually, but you did not expect it from Rarity.
“Well, yes, we do. We usually stay clothed, most of the time, anyway…”
>She turns to face you once more, her apprehension fading over to a look of curiosity.
“Really? I can’t imagine how many fashion designers must live in your world. Just imagining how many pon… I mean, humans, it would take to keep everyone clothed!”
>Her words come quickly as he curiosity grows.
“Oh, but do tell me dear, why do humans wear clothing so often?”
>You also knew this was coming, but no amount of practice seems to have prepared you enough to answer.
“Well, outside of the obvious need for protection from the elements, due to the lack of fur, there are many we wear clothing…”
>You leave the statement hanging, hoping that would be the end of it, but It’s obvious Rarity wishes to know more.
>You try to delay the inevitable, touching briefly upon humanity’s fashion trends and formal wear. Eventually, you arrive at the subject you dread to touch on.
“Well… also, nudity is a bit… taboo where I come from.”
>Her expression shift to confusion, with a faint mark of concern.
“Oh? How so?”
“Uhm, usually humans consider it… vulgar to be naked in public.”
>She seems taken aback by this.
“Really? That’s just so… odd. I mean, it must be so difficult for you to adjust to living here then.”
>Her tail fidgets a bit as it drops lower to the ground. You quickly raise your hands to reassure her.
“No, no no, don’t take it the wrong way! It’s different here, maybe it’s the fur, but it doesn’t bother me at all. I mean, back there some humans were okay with nudity…”
>You begin to ramble and look away. For some reason, her distress pushes you to ease her concerns enough to disrupt your composure.
“... Plus, it would be acceptable being nude with someone you cared for… Back there, I mean. Not to imply it wouldn’t be okay here..”
>You finally bring your eyes back to her as you finally stop yourself from digging a deeper hole. You find Rarity giving you a reassuring smile as she walks over to you.
“Don’t you worry darling, there’s no need to be so embarrassed. I know things were very different where you come from. Your old world seems like such a fascinating and confusing place.”
>She turns away from you as she begins to walk back into her boutique. You quietly sigh in relief as you hear her speak to you as you leave.
“Though, I was quite curious about how you looked under the clothing… I guess you’ll have to save that for somepony you care for.”
>You find yourself frozen by surprise as she finishes her statement with a wink before she disappears into her back room. You wonder if your heart has stopped as you finally break away from the stupor.
 
>You set the box on your dining table. The trip home almost seemed to have been a dream, and your feet brought you home on your own.
>Staring down at the unopened box, you mind continued to re-live those few seconds, over and over.
“She wanted to see me naked…”
>You think to yourself, and the image of her all too short glance, followed by winking. It’s something you’ve never experienced before.
“Things are different here, maybe it was just curiosity. No one here has really seen a human naked.”
>You begin to question your judgment. The more you dwell on it, the more you know she was staring at you. That she’s always stared at you. At Pinkie’s parties, at her fashion shows, even at the 2nd Galla, you would always find her eyes meeting yours.
>You open the box to find a masterfully crafted three-piece casual ensemble. The same sort of attire you have grown accustom to wearing. Holding the fabric in your hands, the uncertainty slowly fades.
“I need to see her, tonight, if possible. I need to know for sure.”
>You think to yourself as you ready to return to the road.
 
>The sun was still high in the sky as you traveled back down the same road you so recently came from. Hours had passed since this morning and the discussion with Rarity. Your eyes focus down on each brick you approach, you mind running through every possible scenario. This is the first time you’ve done something like this since you came to Equestria.
“Anon...Hey, Anon!”
>You are jolted out of your thoughts by the sound of the young voice of Spike. Your eyes turn from the ground to the small dragon, his expression poorly hiding his contempt. In his right hand, he holds out a scroll.
“Rarity wanted me to give this to you…”
>He turns his eyes away as he hands you the scroll. Taking the scroll in hand, Spike quickly darts of.
“Poor kid…”
>You think to yourself, it’s no secret how the young dragon feels for Rarity. If your suspicions were correct, and if everything goes the way you hope it will, the kid will be in line for some heartbreak.
“He’d probably douse me in oil and set me on fire if he knew what I’d been thinking a moment ago.”
>You muse to yourself as you open the scroll. The ribbon that was wrapped around it appeared to have been hastily tied, presenting a harsh contrast to what you would expect from Rarity. Clearly this letter was opened before it was delivered.
“Dearest Anon, I feel absolutely dreadful! After you had left earlier today, I realized that our discussion must have been horribly uncomfortable for you. You simply must let me make it up to you! Please stop by the boutique this evening at six, I will have dinner served. Until then, I have a tiny errand to run in town, so I will be out.”
>The paper carries the unmistakable scent of Rarity’s perfume, you find yourself entranced by the aroma as you reach the end of the letter.
“P.S. I would absolutely adore seeing you in the new outfit.”
>You feel a mixture of excitement and apprehension building from within you. The invitation you hold in your hands could very well be the sign you needed. Reassurance that Rarity’s relationship with you may move on to something greater than friendship. The nagging pessimistic side of you, however, can’t help but fear the worst. Maybe this was nothing more than an attempt to apologize, maybe she was only concerned about your perceived humiliation.
>Lost in thought, you absently glance at you watch…
>5:32
 
 
>Panic consumes you. With a jump, you run back in the direction of your home. You barely had enough time to make it to the boutique as is, going back to change first may be impossible.
“Shit, shit shit!”
>Your feet carry you in a frantic sprint, by the time you arrive home, you’re well out of breath.
>Without missing a step, you hastily unlock, open, and dart through your front door, slamming it behind you. Without any regard to the unshuttered windows, you throw off your clothing, piece by piece, as you make your way to the box that holds your new outfit.
>Maybe you’re delusional from the stress, but as you tear into the box you could have swore you heard someone gasp. It doesn’t matter though, all you care about is getting the new outfit on and getting out the door.
>The new outfit fits perfectly, and is comfortable enough to make you feel like you’re wearing nothing at all. Making a quick stop at the mirror, you think it best to be at least somewhat presentable. Nothing you do seems good enough, but you can’t afford to delay any longer.
>The process of leaving your home and charging down the road, for the third time today, seemed like a blur of memory. You stop yourself just short of her block, hoping to give yourself a chance to catch your breath. You take a quick glance at your watch.
>5:57
“Okay, I’ll make it in time.”
>Looking back to your goal, you see Rarity peaking out her front door.
“Oh Anon, I’m so glad you came, please, do come in!”
 
“You look absolutely smashing, Anon. I found that particular fabric to be a pleasure working with, and it fits you so well!”
>The meal was ready when you arrived, the two of you had exchanged a few bits of small talk while you ate. The meal was good, but you found the company more enjoyable.
“Yes, It feels and looks great, I very much appreciate your work,”
“Splendid darling, I’m thrilled you like it. I was ever so worried that our discussion this morning may have left you feeling uncomfortable”
“Oh not, not at all Rarity. I was expecting someone to eventually ask about it, but even with that I was still a bit off guard. No reason to be concerned though.”
>The awkwardness of the event was all but forgotten, eclipsed by the image of her reassuring smile, the wink, and her parting words.
“I’m glad to hear it Anon, I do so enjoy the time we spend together.”
>Rarity began to levitate the dishes away from the dining room when something odd caught your eye. Most of the windows in the boutique were missing one of their two curtains. The two of you were pretty much in sight of any passer-by.
“Rarity, did something happen to your curtains?”
“Oh yes, quite a nuisance. Sweetie Belle and her friends absconded with them earlier today before I returned from my errand. I just didn’t have time to put up a replacement, I’m dreadfully sorry.”
>Looking of for a moment to wonder what use they could be to the fillies, when your though it cut short by the splash of the remainder of your wine. You nearly jump as the dark liquid pours onto your new shirt and pants.
“Oh how horrible! I’m ever so sorry Anon!”
 
>You had jumped to your feet, hoping to avoid further spilling. It wasn’t but a second later that Rarity was apologizing profusely and attempting to contain the spill with a levitating towel.
“Oh, what a disaster! We have got to get that wine out before it stains… Be a dear and wait here, I have some of the older prototypes you can change into.”
>You feel as if things are going the wrong way quickly. You had hoped that you would have a chance to find out how she felt about you, not standing in the middle of the boutique awkwardly drenched in wine.
“Here you go Anon, these might be a little big, but you can change into them here. I’ll run off to the kitchen and give you some privacy.”
>She hands you a set of clothing that, despite being called a “prototype”, seem to be in great condition.
“It’s fine, really, no need to fret. Besides, I don’t think I can change here anyway, with the windows like they are.”
“Oh drat, you’re right, we can’t have you changing in out in the open.. How silly of me Anon… But we can’t just leave the wine there, it will stain that new suit!”
>She looks about the room, though oddly enough, she doesn’t seem too upset about the incident.
“Well, I suppose the only room left with any curtains left is my bedroom…”
 
>A brief, yet awkwardly long, silence filled the room. Trying your best to keep a straight face, you glance up at the steps to her bedroom.
“I couldn’t possibly impose that way…”
“Nonsense, dear!”
>She cuts you off with a slight tone of authority.
“I cannot allow that outfit to stain, it would be a tragedy! Now, you march right up there and change into those clothes and I clean out the wine.”
>Somehow, you feel a bit assured by her concern for the outfit. You’re not sure if that’s a good thing or not. Rarity begins to insist that you hurry, so you make you way up the spiral steps, clean clothes in hand.
>Walking into her room, you feel a unique sensation wash over you. Like a child who’s walked into an unattended candy shop, but you know your parents won’t be too far behind. You never imagined you would see the inside of Rarity’s bedroom. You can’t help but stand silently in appreciation.
>After a moment passes, you quickly return to reality and quickly begin to change. After removing your shirt, you carefully set it on the floor in order to avoid contact with the wine.
>Not but a second after you unbuckle your belt, a noise makes your heart jump as the door opens behind you.
“Anon, dear, I’ll take those clothes downstairs now, before…”
 
>You now stand before Rarity, shirtless, and with your pants partially undone. She seems unable to speak as you quickly work to buckle your pants. As you finish, she beings to speak, albeit with a small stutter.
“A-anon, I’m dreadfu.. Oh my, I… I thought you would be finished by now.”
>She turns her head to the side, her ears flushed red. Here eyes, however, do not leave your exposed torso.
“It’s.. okay, let me just.. get the clean..”
>Before you can finish, you hear the door to the bedroom close. However, Rarity is still there.
“Anon, dear, before you do that…”
>Her voice takes on a bit of a coyish tone as she slowly walks away from the door.
“If it would be alright with you, of course I understand how odd it is with humans, but it would mean ever so much to me if you would permit me to… look, before you put that back on.”
>Her muzzle motions over to the clean shirt, resting on the foot of her bed. Slowly, she moves closer to you, her eyes never straying from your chest.
“Your body… the exposed skin, the shape of your muscles. It’s so… exotic.
>Rarity seems mesmerized, her words are spoken cooley. The last part of her sentence hangs, and ends with a faint shudder and a bite to the lower lip.
 
>You feel yourself shiver, a bit as Rarity examines you. You follow her movements as she makes a gradual circle around you. Part of you feels like prey being sized up. Here eyes are focused on your body, her quickly expressions sheds the facade of professionalism and melts into that of longing.
>Whatever doubts you had have quickly faded away.
“I take it you meant what you said… this morning.”
>She raises up a hoof and begins to gently trace the lines on your back. Without diverting her attention, she finally speaks.
“What? What.. do you mean?”
“You said you were curious..”
>A low moan escapes her mouth as she follows the curve of your spine.
“Mm, yes, very much so, dear…”
>She lowers her hoof down and moves to face you, her eyes finally move to meet yours. For a moment, the two of you stare into each others eyes. You heart races, Rarity looks to you with an expression you’ve never seen before. Like a predator torn between instinct and desire.
“Anon.. darling. Please forgive me if this seems a bit too… aggressive.”
>Before you have a chance to wonder about her meaning, you feel a gentle, but firm, surge of magic embrace you and pull you towards her bed.
 
>Rarity’s magic gently guides you to the edge of her bed, sitting you down as she follows you. After the magic fades, your eyes meet again.
“Rarity…”
>Before you’re able to finish, she moves in quickly and embraces you, her lips move in to meet yours before you’re even able to register what has happened. Your eye’s widen in near shock, but quickly close as you bring your arms up to return the embrace and melt into her kiss.
>You feel the warm, soft texture of her fur against your bare skin. Her heart beats as wildly as yours, and her breathing becomes heavy.
>With your bodies intertwined and lips locked in passionate embrace, you see a faint light shine through your closed eyelids. You open your eyes to the glow of magic emanating from Rarity’s horn.
>Gently, the two of you are enveloped in a cool aura and gently lifted off the bed. Without breaking the embrace or the kiss, she guides you to the center of the bed and gently rests you down. The magical aura recedes partially into an area you’re unable to see.
>Suddenly, you feel a tug at your waist, and your belt is undone once more.
 
>Rarity’s magic skillfully begins to undress you. The kiss gently ends, your arms and hers part, and she rises from her position. She takes a seat next to you on the bed gives you a warm smile before turning her attention to your midsection. Your pants and undergarments are finally removed and discarded at the foot of the bed.
>You now lay naked on Rarity’s bed, her eyes and hoof trace lines through your waist and legs. Again, you feel as if you’re under the gaze of a hungry predator, yet you feel an overwhelming sense of peace when she stands at your side.
>Almost every detail of your body is examined by Rarity, ending with her resting her cheek gently on your chest to listen to you heart beat.
>Rarity bites her lower lip once more and lets out a moan once more. Briefly, she turns to look you in the eye. Each of you exchange a longing gaze before she quickly is beset upon you once more, resuming the passionate embrace and kiss.
>You and Rarity make love throughout the night. The room, and the world itself seem to fade away into a clear nightsky, speckled with the flickering of magic. Rarity’s horn glows with an erratic pattern, causing small, harmless sparks of light to fill the sky with stars.
>The lights fade as the two of you embrace one last time before falling quickly asleep in each other's arms.
 
 
>Light of the morning sun breaks the through the fabric of the curtains as you wake. You turn to the other side of the bed to see Rarity watching you with a smile that seems to perfectly symbolize the beauty of what happened last night.
“Good morning, Anon dear. I certainly hope you slept well.”
“Better than I can ever remember.”
>Rarity’s eyes close, completing the look of perfect contentment. She gently places her left hoof upon your cheek and gives you a small, but loving kiss.
“I’ve cleaned the wine from your outfit darling…
>Your new outfit, now clean and neatly folded, is levitated to the foot of the bed.
“.. and I’ve got a bit of breakfast waiting for you downstairs. I’m afraid I must leave for a prior commitment, dear Anon, but I want to see you again tonight.”
>She places a hoof on your still bare chests as you stare into her eyes. You place your hand upon her hoof and share a brief moment of silence.
>She moves to the door as you sit up, turning to take one last look at your naked body. She winks to you as she walks out the door.
 
>After dressing and grabbing a bit of the breakfast waiting for you downstairs, you move to the leave the boutique. Before you can leave, Sweetie Belle runs past you
“Hi Anon, I think you just missed Sis, Gotta run!"
>You see her run to the nearby closet and proceeds to dig through its contents. Before you turn away, you see a pile of neatly folded curtains tucked away inside.