Chapter 1
Zecora narrowed her eyes, and fell completely silent for a moment. She tilted her head slightly to get a better look, causing the rings around her neck to break the silence with a jarring clink. She followed the interruption by giving her verdict on the pony-shaped object in front of her.
“I know this substance, Twilight Sparkle. This crystallised material is commonly called “marble”!”
The purple pony reeled in horror. Her dearest friend, normally a speedy Pegasus, had been turned almost entirely to this inanimate form – preserved entirely in her mid-flight posture, mouth agape as if shocked by some unexpected assailant. The only part of her which hadn’t been turned to stone was her once-proud rainbow-coloured mane and tail, which sprang directly from the stone. No-one even knew how the transformation had taken place, since it happened while the blue pony was alone in the sky, clearing some rainclouds away. Twilight was only relieved that the ailed pony had landed on a suspiciously-discarded mattress and thus been immune from injury upon hitting the ground.
“Can’t you help me out here?” pleaded the distressed Twilight. “There must be a way to bring her back. Right?”
Zecora’s attention turned to her alchemical supplies, neatly arranged on the grass in front of her. “I can probably rescue this pony-in-need, using a rather exotic kind of weed” – she paused, as if for dramatic effect – ”but it will be seven days before the stone begins to decay”.
Twilight relaxed slightly – at least Rainbow Dash’s transformation wasn’t permanent. Although she didn’t want to be without her flying coach for such a span of time, it would at least mean that she could get some chores done without the mischievous pony knocking things down and generally causing chaos. She gave Zecora a nod, prompting the striped zebra to stuff bunches of a green leaf in the statue’s gaping mouth. After a few wads, Zecora judged the amount to be correct, and turned to comfort Twilight.
“We must leave the weed in place until her state is corrected. Soon she will be back to normal, not this statue that has been erected!”
Twilight sighed. “Yeah, I guess. Thanks, Zecora.” Zecora gave Twilight one final hug and then started her walk back to her home in the Everfree forest.
Twilight stood looking sadly at her inanimate friend. It somehow didn’t seem right to leave her like this, laying on a mattress in the middle of the street, but the mass of stone was simply too heavy to move any appreciable distance, and was certainly too much to be carried all the way to Twilight’s house. She looked around for anywhere she might conceivably be able to stow the stone pony, hoping for some inspiration to strike, but none afforded itself. She sighed, slumping into a dejected pile, when a familiar voice floated to her from behind.
“Dearie me, Twilight my darling, you really must adopt correct posture! Look how your tail is at an unflattering angle, resulting in-” – the owner of the voice, a sophisticated white pony named Rarity, stood similarly horrified behind Twilight, her eyes fixated on the stony mass lying on the mattress. “Whatever happened to our beloved friend?!”
“Ohh, I don’t know, Rarity. She just fell from the sky mid-flight! And Zecora said she won’t be back to normal for days and days and I’m such a terrible friend because I can’t carry her to my house and-and-and-and-“- the purple pony’s face exploded in to a waterfall of tears. “I’m such a terrible frieeennnnddd,” she wailed, prompting Rarity to embrace her in a tight hug.
“There, there, darling,” cooed the fashionable mare. “Why don’t we take this... this simply marvellous stone statue and keep it in my house? It’s not so far that we couldn’t manage it between the two of us, using our magic, right? And it would look simply adorable as a centre feature!”
Twilight stopped her sobbing almost as quickly as she had started. “Are you sure you don’t mind? That’s a terribly generous thing to do”.
“Oh, it’s really no big deal, darling. It’ll only be for a few days, I’m sure I can spare the space! Although now I think about it, I will have to dart back there and free up an area in which to place this marvel – so perhaps you should move this simply splendid stonework while I go and do that, hm?” and with that, Rarity was gone, nothing but a cloud of dust, leaving Twilight speechless and wondering how on earth she would move the statue on her own.
Some considerable time later, Twilight pushed the now-upright stone Rainbow Dash in to place in the centre of Rarity’s house, having enlisted the help of Applejack to lug the weighty object in to place. Even with Applejack’s musclebound legs and Twilight’s strong magic, it had taken an appreciable amount of effort to transport the Rainbow Dash-shaped statue. A strangely-elated Rarity appraised their positioning.
“That sparkle! This marble is simply fantastic! And how the light reflects from it... Ooh, I bet if I polish it I’ll even be able to see my adorable mane in it! This statue... it’s beautiful!”
Twilight and Applejack backed away slightly, uneasy with this display of emotion from their vain friend. It was Applejack who broke the uneasy silence - “We’ll, uh. We’ll just be gettin’ on our way now” – before the two of them bolted, leaving a seemingly entranced Rarity to gaze lovingly upon her new statue.
Rarity had often dreamed of making beautiful dresses to fit Rainbow Dash’s sleek curves. She had dreamed many times of a fantastic headpiece or an adorable petticoat for the sassy Pegasus, but of course, Rainbow Dash was always too butch to wear such “sissy” outfits. It seemed outrageous – criminal, almost – to Rarity that anyone would waste such an adorable body wearing anything but the most fantastic, elaborate and feminine creations. She found herself salivating slightly as she gazed at the smooth, perfectly curved buttocks of her secret crush, and found herself reaching an outstretched hoof toward the glistening rump, finally able to stroke it without repercussions as she had dreamed of for so long. Standing on her hind legs, her other hoof worked its way downward toward her rapidly dampening marehood.
She caught herself with a start, exhibiting remarkable self-control as she pulled her hooves back toward herself and stood on all fours once again. “No, no” she said to herself out loud, “it would simply not do to waste another minute! I must make this monumental mare look as delightful as possible with some simply adorable taffeta!” and with some effort she pulled herself away from the stone sight and toward the sewing machine that sat on her desk. She sewed and hemmed and worked long in to the night, creating an adorable dark-red outfit, and matching bonnet. White lace ran around the edges of the fabric, and a big bow on the back completed the effect. “Dashie, darling”, she said in a singsong voice, “your beautiful outfit is ready! You will look like the prettiest little princess pony in all of Equestria!” She turned and once again laid eyes on the wonderful marble equine that took centre stage in her house.
Her heart fluttered as she used her magic to raise the newly-created dress in to the air, toward its paralyzed quarry. She had designed it with enough zips and fastenings that it could be easily attached to an immobile pony without needing to lift the hooves at all, a fact she was thankful of as she placed the outfit around the pony’s taut flank. The material fit perfectly – the seamstress mentally praising herself for her accurate judge of size – and as she secured the fastenings and tightened the big bow atop Rainbow Dash’s back, she felt a familiar dampness return to her most intimate parts. “Oh Dashie, you look... amazing.” She turned back to her workbench, raising the elaborate bonnet and floating it toward the immobile pony, placing it softly on her hard stone head, and fastening the ribbon below Rainbow’s chin.
Rarity didn’t even realise her naughty right hoof was wandering around on her belly until it touched the wet folds of her marehood, sending an electric ‘zing’ across her flank, through her mane, and in to her brain. She reluctantly peeled her hoof away once again, and returned to all fours, walking toward the immobilized monument in front of her. She could see her own reflection in the polished smoothness of the big eyes in front of her. With a smirk on her face, her horn started to glow. A telepathic spell, to communicate with the petrified pony in front of her.
“Hello Dashie. I hope you like my little surprise.”