A tired but satisfied sigh left Rarity's lips as she applied the finishing touches to her latest design: a long lovely sea-green silk gown with emeralds and tourmalines laced together within the fabric itself; it was a simple process, one that she had done many times before. Yet Rarity couldn't help but feel a small tinge of pride and satisfaction bubbling from within her, complementing her for a job well done.
Of course, all that sewing and rearranging had stiffen up most of Rarity's body. Standing still for nearly half a day could really take it's toll upon a pony's body. What she needed now more than ever was a nice slow massage. Rarity could already picture herself trotting down to the Ponyville Day Spa, where Lotus Blossom and Aloe would welcome her with open hooves, whispering the latest gossip in her ear and recommending their latest services and products. Maybe she could get a hooficure while she's at it...
Rarity shook her head to no one in particular and continued on with her work. A massage and hooficure does sound tempting, indeed so. But Rarity wasn't the type of pony who would just drop what she was doing halfway. Rarity was first and foremost a fashion designer and a professional seamstress. And a professional never stops until their work is done for the day.
But her shoulders were getting a little stiffer than usual. Rarity paused for a moment, leaving her needle and gems floating in the air, pondering quietly to herself. Maybe she'd go after once she's done with this last part... the rest can be done tomorrow. It was not as if the gown was meant for a paying customer anyway.
Rarity giggled softly, amused by her choice of favouring pleasure over fashion. But what is life supposed to mean if you can't even pamper yourself every once in a while? There won't be any real harm done, anyway. Well, except that it would be a crime to not finish the gown and have it displayed on the same day it was completed. What if there was somepony in dire need of a new outfit? Rarity couldn't possibly let that potential somepony down now can she?
Another sigh. She'll have to leave the spa behind her for the time being. Far behind the back of her mind, locked and buried. It was not as if the Ponyville Day Spa would just suddenly sprout legs and run off into the horizon now, right?
Pushing up her slipping red reading glasses with her hoof, Rarity the Professional resumed her work. She needed to focus, to get her head in the game. Summoning her strength, her attention went straight back to her gown, pushing away all the distractions and pleasurable thoughts far, far behind. She would not be distracted again. She will not allow it.
*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*
The knocks on the door made Rarity jump a foot in the air, causing her to lose her concentration and sending her tools crashing down to the floor. Glancing at her front door, she wondered to herself as to who might the sudden visitor be. Could it be the potential somepony she was thinking about just mere seconds ago?
Gathering her fallen things, Rarity called out towards the entrance "I shall be there in a moment!" If this visitor was indeed the somepony she was expecting to be, she would need to clear the room at once; she can't possibly greet anypony without accidentally revealing to them her latest design. Her gown needs to be hidden. Quickly.
*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK* The knocks came again, much louder than before.
"In a minute!" Rarity's voice shrilled, stuffing her needles and gems into a nearby trunk. All that was left to hide was the nearly finished gown.
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* Whoever was outside the door was clearly very impatient.
"Are they trying to knock down my front door? Honestly!" Rarity huffed, removing her reading glasses and placing them on top of her trunk. Annoyed, she trotted to the front door and opened it with a flick of her magic horn.
"Now listen here, whoever you might be, I understand that you are in need of a finely made dress, but surely there is no need for such rudeness!" Rarity said, glaring at--- "Spike?" she took a few steps back, surprised by her visitor. "Whatever is it that you're doing here?" she asked him, immediately dropping her previously irritated tone.
Spike the baby dragon gave Rarity a small wave with his claw, his cheeks glowing a bright red colour, with a small brown bag hanging over his shoulder. "H-Hi Rarity." he stuttered, nervously glancing at the beautiful unicorn standing before him. "S-Sorry if I was being rude." he apologized, scratching the back of his neck. "It's just that...I wasn't s-sure if you were home and... I t-thought you might have not heard me knocking so I---"
Rarity waved the apology away with her hoof "Now, now, never you mind that, darling." she said sweetly, rubbing the top of Spike's head lovingly. "I was simply taken aback, that's all." She was indeed surprised. Spike does visit at times, yes (if not, often). And she enjoys having the little dragon over, either simply to have a cup of tea together, or having him help with the fabrics. But rarely at this time of day. This was usually the time Spike leaves. Not coming over. Unless...
Rarity continued rubbing Spike's head absent-mindedly. Buried deep within her own thoughts and assumptions. Spike stole a glance at her. His cheeks still burning with an unmistakable passion for the lovely mare.
It was a wonderful feeling, Spike thought to himself, that gentle touch of her hoof on top of his head. It was like cuddling with a very comfy pillow, or a fluffy teddy bear. Only much more warmer, sweeter. Spike always liked it when Rarity does it. But today, unfortunately for him, today he must cut short this brief moment of affection Rarity was supplying him with, for there are more pressing matters at claw.
Spike reluctantly cleared his throat as loudly as he could. For he knew how out of it Rarity could be when she was busy thinking or concentrating to hard on something. "Urm...Rarity?" he called out, moving his head away from her caress.
Rarity blinked and gave Spike a glance. "Oh!" she exclaimed all of a sudden. "I'm terribly sorry, darling." she said, giving herself a little shake. "I seem to have gone off for a moment there." Rarity stepped back from the doorway and offered a welcoming hoof to Spike. "Do come in, my dear Spike." she beckoned at him, smiling. "And do tell me how I can be of assistance."
Spike nodded his head, but remained where he stood. "Actually, Rarity. I can't stay long." he said, though he wished to himself that he could. "I have other places to go, and Twilight needs me back at the library as soon as I'm done."
"Twilight?" Rarity raised a questioning eyebrow. "You mean she's finally left her room?" she asked.
"Yeah." Spike nodded happily. "And a good thing too."
A wave of desired relief washed over Rarity. She and her other friends (minus Rainbow Dash) had been trying to persuade the newly appointed princess to step out from her room ever since morning. It was useless of course, Twilight was almost as stubborn as they all were. None of them had any idea what was going on and were close on the verge of breaking down Twilight's door when they decided against it.
"That is wonderful news, Spike." Rarity said, smiling to herself. "But what was it that was bothering our dear friend?" she asked, cocking her head to one side with curiosity. "And why is she sending you on errands all of a sudden?"
Spike lifted a finger in the air. "Er...well..." He shut his mouth, contemplating his next words. He gave his finger a little wiggle around as if it was a metronome, perhaps to help set a rhythm for his next sentence. "Y-you see..." It didn't help. Spike wasn't sure on how to properly explain the goings-on at the library.
"What is it, darling?" Rarity gently pressed. Although her tone was soft and sweet as freshly made honey, Spike knew that her curiosity was piqued. If he didn't provide a satisfying enough answer for his long-time crush, well... he chose to rather not think about it.
"I...I can't really explain it, Rarity." Spike said, silently hoping that she did not catch the hint of stuttering from his lips. "It will be much easier for you if you just went to the library and see for yourself."
"Why?" Rarity questioned. "What happened at the library? Is everything okay?" A worried frown came across her face. "Did something bad happen?"
"Everything's fine, Rarity!" Spike said quickly, raising both his claws. "Everything is a-okay! Is just that...well...er..." he sighed. He won't be getting anywhere at the rate he was going. He pulled out a piece of paper from the bag he was carrying and handed it to Rarity. "Look, Twilight asked me to give you this." he said, giving the paper a little shake. "Just...just read it, and bring it over to the library as soon as you can."
Rarity gave Spike a questioning look, but took the paper anyway with the use of her magic. She hovered the piece of paper in front of her face, reading the contents with a raised eyebrow. The paper contained no messages, just several lines of different measurements and sizes, along with a choice of what kind of fabric to use.
One read was enough to tell her that these were not mindless numbers, hastily scrawled on a random piece of paper by a crazed pony. On the contrary, these numbers made perfect sense to her; these were measurements for several pieces of clothing. Whoever had wrote this clearly needed something sewn by her.
Rarity gave the paper another look; the numbers were bothering her. Of all the clothing she has made and sold throughout her career, these ones in particular were rather...peculiar. She bit her lip, frowning a little.
"Er...is something wrong?" Spike asked, closing his bag.
Rarity shook her head. "No, nothing's wrong, Spike. Is just that...these numbers seems a little...big for your average pony."
"I-I guess you c-could say that." Spike nodded. "Anyway look, I-I gotta get going." he turned around and jogged off. "Just drop by the library once you're done!"
Rarity dropped the paper Spike had given her. "But, Spike!" she called out, raising a hoof. "Just what is going on?"
"Twilight will explain everything to you! See you at the library!" and with that being said, Spike disappeared from view, leaving behind him a small trail of dust.
Confused and curious more than she was a few minutes ago, Rarity once again lifted the paper and gave it one last read. It was certainly a rather odd request, but... she sewn even worse. But as to why Twilight would need such garments... she couldn't say. Reaching the bottom of the page, Rarity noticed that there was a little note written at the bottom of the paper.
P.S. These are meant to be worn by a male. Please do not add anything that might make it stand-out. Simple is key.
* * * * * *
"You bucked his what?"
No reply came from Twilight's lips. Instead she gave Applejack a sheepish smile, while rubbing the back of her neck with a hoof. Twilight turned to look at Creme who was seated in a chair behind her, reading a large brown book on the history of Equestria and the many kingdoms that once, and still, resided in it; a personal favourite of hers. But, then again, almost every book in the library was her personal favourite to begin with.
"I didn't d-do it on purpose, Applejack" Twilight said, facing her orange-coloured friend. "I was just...just...well...surprised by it, that's all." she stared at the wooden floor underneath her and lightly kicked at it, causing small trails of dust to dance in the air --- Twilight quickly made a mental note to ask Spike to properly clean the place once everything was over. "Won't you react the same way as I did?"
Applejack quickly pretended to rearranged her stetson hat on her head, her cheeks already warming up. "M-m-me? I-I'm not so sure h-how I would react, Twilight." she pulled her hat a little lower, attempting but failing to cover her already glowing face. "I-I-I mean, I'd be surprised too, I reckon. But to actually b-buck at it?" Applejack's eyes widened at the last word. "Twilight, Sugarcube, you do know that that part is really...uh...sensitive, don't cha?"
Twilight buried her face behind her hooves, wanting to erase from her memory the horrible ordeal she has been through just moments ago. "What else was I suppose to do?" she cried. "When I opened my eyes it was suddenly right there in front of me!" Twilight shuddered at the thought of it. "It...it was so close to my muzzle. I think I almost k-k-k-kis---"
"You both do realize that I can hear you, right?" Creme said with a shake of his head, shutting the book Twilight had borrowed him. "My sudden appearance here didn't exactly made me deaf." He placed the book on the small wooden table next to him; the sheer size of the book itself almost had nothing to do with the title written across the front cover. In words of gold: "Equestria: A Brief History" have a whopping five thousand pages, and none of those pages had any pictures in them! Creme stopped reading after page three though, and skimmed through the rest of it.
The two young mares jumped at the sound of Creme's voice. They both gave him embarrassed smiles and chuckles. "Sorry, Creme." Twilight finally said, walking over towards him, closely followed by Applejack. "And I'm really, really sorry I-I bucked y-your---"
Creme held his hand up, silently telling Twilight to stop. "I'll live, Twilight." he said, putting his hand back down. "Everything seems to still be in working order...for now." he added solemnly, staring down.
"It's still there right?" Applejack asked softly, glancing over from behind Twilight's shoulder. "Your...you know."
"They're not squished, if that's what you're asking." Creme said with a sigh. "If they were, I assure you, Applejack, I'll be screaming in agony."
Applejack and Twilight both winced at the thought of it being squished into a pasty mess. "I'm really sorry, Creme." Twilight apologized for what must be the hundredth time. "I know it must be in a lot of pain---"
"Can we please talk about something else besides my crown jewels?" Creme interrupted, shaking his head in disbelief at their reactions. "It's fine, believe me. I'd show you, but that will just make everything weird, and I might actually lose one of them for real." he covered his face with his hands, remembering what happened just moments ago.
When the mirror suddenly fell on top of him, Creme found himself hurtling into a weird vortex, as if he was being sucked in by a very large and powerful vacuum cleaner. He spun and turned, he flipped and flapped, he raised and fell, he almost puked too, while inside the seemingly never-ending vortex.
But then, all of a sudden, the spinning and turning stopped. He no longer flipped and flapped. He stopped rising and falling every few seconds. Everything just came to a sudden stop, like a clock giving its last tick just before the battery died.
When Creme opened his eyes, he quickly came to the realization that he was no longer on Earth, his home. Everything that surrounded him all appeared to be much smaller compared to what he was used to: the chairs, the tables, even the bookshelves were smaller. Creme also felt a weird sensation stirring inside his chest. The feeling was strangely and annoyingly cheerful and peaceful at the same time, like he was a painter in his element, painting happy little trees and clouds all around his canvas, unbothered or distracted by any of his surroundings.
But what really caught Creme off guard was the butt in front of him (at least, he believed it to be one). He was on a wooden floor laying on his back and the fluffy purple butt was rested on top of his chest, rising and falling in unison to his own breathing. It did not move, just spread out in front of him, mere inches away from his face. He cautiously raised his hands and gently gave the butt a little poke on one side with his finger.
"Mmhhmm" came a groggily sounding voice further down below him. The voice sounded familiar somehow, he was almost certain about it. The answer was just there, laying in front of him, beyond the purple pear-shaped butt. Curious, and of course, intrigued by the familiar sounding voice, Creme gave the butt another poke, this time a bit harder than the last one.
"Mmhhmm!" the voice sounded more annoyed now, probably upset by the sudden poking harassment from Creme. He paused, with his finger still raised, debating on whether or not he should continue his attack. Perhaps it was not a good idea. Poking random purple butts will never be a good idea.
Whomever the owner of the butt is, Creme will have to find that out once he was in a much better position. He wanted to sit up, but it will prove to be a rather difficult task what with the butt on his body. He needed to get it off him, and the only way to do that was to grab that butt and push it aside.
Creme heard a soft mumbling in front of him, he couldn't make out what the voice was saying. Cocking his head to one side, Creme wanted to see if it was possible to catch a glimpse as to who was the one mumbling. It was there and at that moment did Creme found out that he was clothless. Naked. Exposed.
A sudden panic began to take over his mind and body. He had arrived in an unknown place completely bare, with another equally naked butt lying on top of him. There was nothing on him to help cover his manly body and manly bushes (except, the butt). It was like that one movie he watched a long, long time ago, except that it had something to do with robots and the end of the world, not fluffy purple butts.
And it was at that exact moment, in his state of panic, did he felt it. A soft wind, blowing gently against his Excalibur. The wind came in short intervals, warm and light. It would have been a very comfortable feeling, if it were not for the fact that Creme's entire body immediately stiffen up. He became as solid as stone. Rigid. Unmoving. Both his body and his Ultimate Dragon. Creme cursed silently at himself.
Creme was by no means an idiot; putting two and two together, he clearly saw and understood the situation he was in inside his mind's eye. It was clear as crystal: He was naked. There was someone or something lying on top of him, possibly as naked as he was. He needed to get out of this mess and find something to cover his body, or else.
Nodding his head, Creme mentally prepared himself for the objective ahead. But then, just as he was about to raise his hands, he felt something move, just above his groin. It rubbed and nudged against him, furry and soft. Like having a cat rubbing itself against your legs. Except, in Creme's case, it was near his more sensitive areas.
"W-wha...What?" a voice asked. More warm breaths flowed on to his Holy Stick, sending shivers all over Creme's naked body. "What happened?" hearing the voice speak made something clicked within Creme's brain. He now knew who's butt it was.
It was Twilight.
A mental battle instantly took place inside Creme's think tank. There were two opposite factions: the first faction --- The Stone --- wanted to stay still, and see how things would go from there. The other, --- The Cave --- wished to open their mouths and speak, to clear the air. The battle lasted almost two seconds.
Seeing no other proper way out of the situation, Creme cleared his throat as loudly he could. "Hi Twilight."
What followed after he spoke was the worst pain he could never ever imagine in his entire life. It was a pain so intense, so excruciatingly agonizing. He swore it was something he'd never wish upon his own enemies. Creme couldn't even begin to describe the pain he felt in words. For there were no words that could be used to explain it. It was something one would need to experience it themselves to fully understand, to fully capture what he was going through.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself still lying naked on the wooden floor, except that there was a rather small looking blanket over him, covering his midsection all the way down to his knees. The blanket was thick and blue, with silver-coloured moons and yellow stars printed all over.
There was also an icepack. Placed in a certain place for obvious reasons.
Bringing himself back to the present, Creme tighten the blanket surrounding his waist, afraid that it might suddenly drop, causing him to be exposed yet again to not one, but two unlucky mares. The silence inside Twilight's library was unsettling. He could feel the two pair of eyes staring at him, well, not him to be exact. He cleared his throat.
"Anyway, I hope Spike already gave Rarity the measurements for a new set of clothes." he spoke, glancing at Twilight. "You really think she'd know what to do?"
Twilight nodded her head, timidly. "Rarity is the best at what she does. She's made more dresses and suits than anypony I could think of." Creme noticed her eyes darting back and forth from the blanket to his face. "I'm sure this won't be a challenge for her." Applejack nodded her head in agreement beside Twilight.
"But she hasn't really---" Creme scratched his chin. "---sewn any clothing for humans now before, has she?"
"Er...no." Twilight grinned sheepishly. "But if there's anyone that could sew a dress for a---"
"Shirt."
"---er...right! Of course." ---Twilight quickly cleared her throat--- "If there's anyone that could sew a shirt for a human, I'm positively sure that pony would be Rarity!"
"You have nothing to worry about there, Creme." Applejack said, smiling. "Why, I'm sure Rarity's already on her way now, shirt in hoof!"
"Let's hope she remember's the pants too." Creme mumbled quietly.
"What was that?"
"N-nothing, nothing. When did you even get those measurements, Twilight?" Creme asked, looking around for a measuring tape. "I don't recall you ever doing it."
Twilight blushed at the question. "H-huh? Well! I...er...I-I-I did it w-when you were...when you were..." her face slowly turned to stare at the ground, softly tapping her hooves against it. Applejack raised an eyebrow at her friend.
"Ah." came the response from Creme, understanding what Twilight meant. "I see."
"I-I didn't do anything weird! I swear!" Twilight bursted out, stepping forward. "I mean, I did get curious for a moment---it was my first time seeing a complete anatomy of an entirely different species. Especially one that came from another plan---" she stopped mid-sentence, a gasp escaping her mouth. She quickly and violently shook her head, and continued as if nothing weird was said. "B-but I assure you, nothing happened!"
"That's...reassuring."
Twilight slapped her face with a hoof. She should have just said nothing happened. But it was not the truth; After landing the blow on Creme's nether regions, she tried her best to calm herself down. But it prove to be impossible, since Creme was howling in pain and yelling out words she could make no sense of. By the time she did managed to compose herself, however, Creme had already fainted.
It was there did she got a good full look at Creme's body. From the black hair to the pink lips. From the long fingers to the funny looking toes. From the swollen pe---
Twilight shook her head, her cheeks burning, and quickly went upstairs to find something to cover the human with. She grabbed her blanket and flung it over Creme's body. Her blanket was too small to cover Creme entirely. So, Twilight made due and carefully covered the more...indecent areas of Creme's body.
By the time Creme woke up, she had already sent Spike with a letter to Rarity, containing the necessary numbers for some suitable apparel. At least, she hoped it was. All Twilight knew about human clothing was the number of times she saw Creme wearing them back when he was still on Earth.
And now here he was. A human in Equestria. Twilight wasn't sure what she should do. She hoped to see Rainbow come back by today, if not tomorrow. And she had a faint feeling that Creme might be coming along, but certainly not like this! She glanced towards the mirror she had taken from Rainbow's home. The glass was cracked, but the frame remained the same. She could not tell if the mirror was broken, or if it could be activated ever again. She'd need to study it later.
Creme turned to look at what Twilight was looking at. He sighed. "Do you think it's broken?" he asked.
Twilight shook her head. "I...I'm not sure. I can't really tell until I've studied it further, but..."
"It looks pretty busted up to me." Applejack said, looking at the mirror. "Do you think Rainbow will be able to communicate with us?"
"No idea." Creme said, shifting in his seat. It was rather uncomfortable to be seated in such a small chair. Maybe he should just sit on the floor. "The mirror is not even showing anything from my world."
"Then how is Rainbow gonna get back to Ponyville?"
"Discord mentioned something about using his portal to bring us here." Creme said. "According to him, it will take some time to fully charge it before being able to use it."
"It's a magical portal which he will summon?" Twilight asked. "Or is it some sort of device which contains the properties of teleportation? How did he manage to get his claws on something like that? Wouldn't this portal bend and unwind the very fabrics of space and time?" she continued to asked questions, more to herself instead to Creme and Applejack.
"Whoa there, Sugarcube." Applejack said, giving Twilight a little shake on the shoulder. "One question at a time."
A quiet knock on Twilight's front door caused all three of them to turned their heads. No one made a move to open the door. Twilight threw several nervous glances at Creme and to Applejack. Who could it be? If it was Spike he would have just opened the door like nobody's business.
"It's probably Rarity." Applejack said, moving towards the door.
Twilight grabbed her friend. "What if it isn't?"
"Should I...hide or something?"
"What are you so worried about?" Applejack asked, gently pulling herself away from Twilight's grasp.
"What if somepony else sees Creme?"
"So what if they did? It ain't the end of the world."
"I could just hide...somewhere --- anywhere, you know."
The knock came again, louder, but still gentle. Followed by a sing-song voice.
"Oh, Twilight!" came the unmistakable voice of Rarity, calling from behind the door. "I brought what you asked for!" A soft rustling noise could be heard. "I've only made the shirt, however! I do hope that is alright."
No pants. Creme slapped his forehead.