Perspective: Fluttershy
"Yay! You're here!" singsonged Rarity from an unknown location in the boutique. Rarity hugged the shy pegasus, and Fluttershy gave a weak smile. Big Macintosh, her fiancé, stood beside her. Rarity and him exchanged a few awkward words, obviously not sure how to communicate with each other.
Before she knew it, Fluttershy was hustled into another room without Big Macintosh by Rarity. Knowing a lot about fashion herself, Fluttershy knew that Rarity didn't want Big Mac seeing the dress before the wedding, but Fluttershy honestly wished Big Mac could just stay by herside forever.
Broken from her thoughts, Fluttershy heard Rarity addressing her. "Okay, close your eyes honey! I know you're going to love my design." Rarity exited the dressing area for a minute, leaving Fluttershy alone in front of the three mirrors. They showed her sides and front, and Fluttershy examined her appearance in this moment of privacy. Did she look big? No, she's probably imagining it. Her mane looked okay, a little frizzed from the walk over. Using her hoof, Fluttershy smoothed her blushing pink mane into place. She remembered Rarity's instructions, and closed her eyes, excited yet afraid of Rarity's surprise. She didn't want to be picky like she was with her gala dress.
Fluttershy heard hoof steps as Rarity trotted back into the dressing area. She also knew that Rarity was levitating something, because she could hear the sparkling sound of unicorn magic. "Alright deary, open!" There was a ping of giddiness in Rarity's voice, a tone Fluttershy knew meant Rarity was proud of her creation. Fluttershy opened her eyes, and dropped her jaw. Before her, on a pony model, was a dress unlike one she'd ever seen. The dress was white, which was expected, but throughout it were soft swirls of pink that looked like they could be blended right into the fabric. The pink was similar to that of Fluttershy's hair, and the trail of the dress was long and traditional. The outlining of the dress was a brilliant, shimmering gold, and on the breast plate was amethyst buttersflies in the shape of Fluttershy's cutie marks. Fluttershy… loved it! It was different from the usual green, spring time dresses Rarity usually had her wear. This stuck to tradition, and showed influence of French Haute Couture, Fluttershy's favorite. The fabric on the rump was layered with a tip upward, and although it rode high, it didn't look restricting or fat on the model.
"Well… do you like it?" Rarity inquired.
"I…I," stuttered Fluttershy, but before she cut in, Rarity cut her off.
"Oh, you don't like it. Well ,the colors don't go as well together as I thought, and I could have used less amethyst-" Rarity was stopped short when she was wrapped in a hug by Fluttershy.
"Oh, Rarity. Its perfect." Fluttershy hugged her generous friend, who had designed such a masterpiece for free.
"Well, I'm pleased you like it. Nothing but the best for my friend, " said Rarity, trying to keep her composure after Fluttershy's compliment. "But, we won't know how perfect it is until we see it on you." Rarity lifted the dress with her magic, and squeezed Fluttershy's head into the neck hole in the dress. Fluttershy hated being dressed by unicorn magic, Rarity had used it when she was modeling dresses for Phot Finish. It was uncomfortable and awkward, especially when the magic pulled her wings through the wing holes and shifted the dress endlessly until it fell right. But Fluttershy let Rarity do her work, ignoring her own discomfort. But suddenly, Fluttershy felt a different kind of discomfort. It wasn't the magic; the dress was already on her. It felt… tight. 'Oh no,' thought Fluttershy, 'It doesn't fit!' She started to panic; Rarity had her back turned at the moment, fiddling with the veil. 'What am I going to do? How do I tell her?' panicked Fluttershy in her head.
"Uh, excuse me Rarity, I don't want to bother you, but –" stammered Fluttershy.
"What is it," Rarity said in a tone that hinted that she was currently preoccupied with something.
"It's just that the… the dress doesn't feel-" Hearing something about the dress, Rarity whipped around and galloped to Fluttershy.
"Oh, no. Are you allergic to the fabric? Dear Celestia did it rip!" Rarity was more panicked than Fluttershy was.
"No, it's fine, it's just that… it doesn't fit." Fluttershy felt horrible. She knew she shouldn't have had that apple dumpling earlier. It's bad to eat a big meal before a fitting. The fabric was currently stretching at her belly, tugging down on her wings and straining her back into an uncomfortable position as it stretched more over her stomach than anywhere else.
"That's impossible!" gaped Rarity. "You were just measured! I even left some room in case you gained some weight from pre-wedding stress eating. Dear Celsetia how did this happen?" Rarity's horn glowed, pulling the dress off of Fluttershy. It was ripped off her body in a panic by Rarity, and she used her magic to pull a large sofa over for her to collapse on. "Of all the worst things that could happen, this is THE, WORST, POSSIBLE, THING!"
Fluttershy's face got hot. Now she felt even worse, seeing how upset Rarity was. "Oh Rarity, I'm sorry." Fluttershy apologized, tears coming to her eyes. It was all her fault. She should have dieted. She didn't even realize she had gained any weight.
"Well, we'll just have to see what the problem is. I'm sure we can fix it." Said Rarity, smoothing her mane after realizing how her overreaction affected her friend. Rarity walked back over to the sobbing buttery pegasus mare, and inspected her body. Rarity looked Fluttershy in the face and wiped her tears with her hoof, and gave a look that said 'Everything will be fine.' Fluttershy did a once over on Fluttershy, but stopped by her side. Fluttershy kept her eyes closed, terrified of what Rarity might find.
Rarity touched Fluttershy's stomach, and felt around. "Well, I found the problem. Darling, you're pregnant."
The blood drained from Fluttershy's face, and her mouth felt dry. She licked her mzzle a little before trying to speak, but to no avail. No words came out. Pregnant? Pregnant! This wa horrible! How would she tell Macintosh? Would he still love her? Was it his? A billion thoughts zoomed through Fluttershy's head, and she felt herself about to faint. Rarity lended a hoof to keep her balanced, and Fluttershy held her head to steady her thoguhts.
She went over what she already knew. She had to be about three months along; she had only done it twice, and in the course of one week, about three months ago. But who was the father? It could be either Mac's or Soarin's? She couldn't tell Mac, because what if it ended up not being his?
"Don't panic, Fluttershy. I'm sure Mac will be thrilled. And the wedding is soon, so you shouldn't be too big in the dress." Said Rarity in a calm and mature voice. But what Rarity didn't know was that the foal may not be Mac's.
Rarity put her head on Fluttershy's tail, and started pushing her toward the curtain that separated the dressing area and where Big Macintosh was waiting. Fluttershy was going to protest, but then Rareity would question why she wouldn't tell Mac about something so happy. Rarity pushed her out, until she saw Big Macintosh staring at her with his big green, beautiful eyes. He looked concerned.
After she told him, he swallowed her up in a huge hug, after a joyful whinny at the news. She had never seen Macintosh so excited. It broke her heart.