Looking for Help
Rarity lifted her head as she heard a knock at her door. It was fairly late, and she hadn’t been expecting company, so it was a little odd to be having a customer. Still, she was awake, even if it was only because of too strong of coffee too late in the day. The white mare stretched herself up as she stood up, allowing her firm breasts to push forward in the light blue robe she was wearing. She then swayed her hips as she walked, barely not allowing the robe’s hem to show any of her tight, lovely rump.
Her hand coiled around the doorknob and was about to pull it open when she heard a voice on the other side. While familiar, how it spoke was unlike any other time she had heard the confident tones.
“It’s okay. You… you don’t need to perform Trixie. You made it on the rock farm, you can make it here. Just… just another few months, and you’ll be back on the road with everypony’s eye…” The voice silenced for a moment, before Rarity’s mane stood on end by the knock that came against her ear.
Rarity put her hands over her ear as she shut one eye and stared at the door. She knew what was coming, but to hear a mare so destroyed… A shiver ran through the fashionista’s frame as she thought of what would happen if she ever had to stop making dresses. “The question now is how.” She put a thumb to her mouth for a moment, before putting her hand down, and recomposing herself. No reason to let Sweetie Belle get woken up when she could think while she talked to the blue mare waiting for her.
The performer on the other side jumped slightly as Rarity opened the door. Trixie took one look at her, and instead of staring or blushing, she stood straighter, and put her hands on her hips, which were covered by a purple skirt with stars on it. “Is that really how you greet ponies when it is this late?”
Rarity faked a yawn while keeping an eye open to look at the mare. While her white blouse and skirt were still okay, her mane was a mess, and she could see red in the other mare’s eyes. Never a great sign, though she wasn’t about to let on about her knowledge. Instead, Rarity lowered her hand from her mouth to the top of her bosom. “I’m still wearing underwear, and I don’t ever expect to keep guests that come this late for long. Am I mistaken in this belief tonight, darling?”
Trixie lowered her eyebrows as her lip curled into her mouth. Rarity watched as the blue mare curled her fist, and she took a sharp breath in. She knew she needed to let Trixie in, but if she didn’t get her to open up in the process, all would be naught. Just as Trixie opened her mouth, Rarity beat her, and quickly added, “Because if so, I will need to get more tea brewing.”
Trixie’s hand stopped in between them, and the white mare barely suppressed a smile as the anger in her eyes faded while they widened. “R-really?”
Rarity nodded as she put her arms below her chest and pushed up her chest. “Well of course, darling. You’re my friend, and,” she reached over and plucked a leaf from Trixie’s mane, "What sort of friend would I be not to invite you in when you’ve obviously just been through a rough patch?”
A few blinks later, and Rarity smirked as she heard the door close, despite Trixie’s grumbled, “Trixie is fine.”
She swiftly walked to the kitchen, her hooves echoing against the fine, wood flooring of the boutique. A sharp whistle could be heard coming from there, though the heavy door that separated any living space of hers muffled it quite nicely. Rarity was in the process of levitating the pot to get it more water, when Trixie walked in on Rarity reaching up to get to her tea collection. Just from the embarrassed tone, Rarity knew she must of reached too high and was showing off her mini marshmallows.
“Umm, may Trixie know what you have as a selection?”
Rarity turned around to the mare, flicking her eyes up for a moment to catch her slight blush. “Well, I have Earl Grey, Chamomile, but no cocoa and marshmallows, no matter how much it appears you like them.” She grinned as Trixie turned away, her face now bright red due to the comment. “We’re both full grown mares, so I see no reason you would be so tense about seeing a part of me like that, unless it’s that you’re worried about your own rump’s size.”
Trixie’s eyes narrowed again before smacking her thigh. “Trixie’s rump has no problems, especially compared to a scrawny thing like yours. It is merely that she has always been the one almost naked, not the other way around.”
Rarity nodded as she brought the heated pot back and set it on the burner again. It wouldn’t take long for it to be boiling again, and that was probably a good thing. “I suppose that must happen when one moves as much as you, especially in such a closed, lonely cab.”
The showmare visibly stiffened at the last few words, and she rattled her fingers on the counter as she must have found a sudden fascination with the light. “Trixie never feels alone. She has too many admirers for that. Besides, even during the nights I may feel a little cold, I know one trip to the beach for a bikini performance.”
Rarity tucked the little tidbit away as she nodded, having seen already what she needed to do. “It must help to have a nice, comfortable little place to escape after something like that. There is such a thing as too much attention after all.”
Trixie gripped the counter beside her as she smiled. Despite this, there was still an audible pause between the two of them, and Trixie was cut off the whistle on the kettle blowing. Rarity pulled down two cups from beside her and began opening a packet of tea. “It is good to hear that you’re so open with your body. It’s a good trait for a mare. I do need to know more than that though,” Rarity let herself pause, laughing internally as she saw the showmare brace herself, “such as what tea you may want.”
“Oh.” Trixie’s hand lifted off of the counter as she paused, “Umm, I suppose I could use some chamomile. Help me get to sleep.”
Rarity nodded as she handed the other mare her own cup with a bag already steeping within it. She raised her own, and proudly whispered in the small room, “To life going better than it has for you tonight.”
Trixie gripped her tea cup hard, visibly straining against the porcelain as her eyes shot wide open, and a small spark came off of her head. She glared at Rarity as her teeth showed themselves due to a deep scowl, and she stepped closer to the fashionista as she breathed in deeply. “Whatever would make you think Trixie is unhappy tonight, other than because of your actions?”
Rarity took in a deep breath, before leaning in close and whispering, “You forgot to say Trixie when I caught you off guard, and I heard you outside my door.”
The blue mare froze in place, and it was only because of Rarity’s quick magic that the cup did not shatter on the ground. Its contents however, did. Both mares leapt away as Rarity let out a muffled yelp, and Trixie backed herself into a wall. Rarity was lucky though, as the sudden impact slowed Trixie enough for the fashionista to lock the door from the outside with her magic. Trixie tried saying bye, but stopped midway as she tried to turn the knob. “Hey, what did you do?”
Rarity raised her hoof up to make sure she wasn’t burned, before turning to the other mare. “I’m keeping you here before you do something you may regret. You’re obviously in a bad place, and running isn’t going to help anything.”
“I am not!”
“Then use your magic to open the door.”
For a moment, the words simply hung there. Trixie laid back against the wall, first staring into the air, before than shutting her eyes. Rarity swallowed hard as she saw Trixie’s fist curl, but it never went crashing against her wall. Instead, it was brought up and put onto Trixie’s head as tears began curling down the mare’s face.
Rarity let out a light sigh before she hopped down from the counter and slowly made her way over to Trixie. She placed a hand onto the shaking mare’s shoulder, and froze as Trixie looked up almost instantly. Her masscara was now running, and Rarity frowned at that, before wrapping an arm around Trixie’s back. “How about we leave the tea here, and instead go to one of my couches. You can start telling me about it on the way.”
Trixie didn’t immediately move, but instead simply continued to stare at Rarity as she barely got, “Why?” out in her current state.”
Rarity hugged the bent over mare closer, not caring that this meant stuffing her into her heaving bosom. “It’s because I know how it can be to always be on display, and want to help you in becoming better. I don’t want this to send you spiraling into pain, or anything worse.”
The two mares stared into each other’s eyes for another moment, before Trixie nuzzled into the soft, white bosom of Rarity’s. Rarity gently stroked the other mare, before guiding her out of the kitchen, She didn’t get the chat she had hoped, as Trixie was too busy releasing her pain and staining her fur, than to answer her questions. Of course, as Rarity got them onto the couch and put her robe onto Trixie like a blanket, she would have had it no other way.
It would be about another ten minutes of petting while Trixie was curled up against Rarity’s exposed, white thighs, before the show mare really even registered what was going on around her again. At the sight of the lithe, lovely legs, she sat up a little, only to blush more and sniffle after her head bounced against Rarity’s blue bra. ‘S-sorry.”
Rarity waved the apology away as she shifted herself a bit, though still leaving plenty of a chance for Trixie to snuggle back in. “It’s perfectly fine, darling. Trust me, I’ve had many times in my life where I’ve completely blotted out the world due to my own overdramatic misery. However,“ she said as she gripped into Trixie’s hand, “once I’m done with the ice cream, I usually find that talking to a friend helps more.”
Trixie swallowed hard, before tapping the cushion she was on. “Trixie would not mind some ice cream then.” She smiled wide, even underneath Rarity raising an eyebrow, but soon shook her head. “Trixie knows better, she promises. It’s just… hard to talk about.”
“Well,” Rarity tapped her chin for a moment, “consider this like showing off to those stallions then. This time though, it’s emotionally, instead of physically.”
Trixie pushed against Rarity’s leg, getting herself to properly sit up now as she chuckled. “You know, Trixie has had stallions jerk it during her performance, and they don’t have a leg up on how nervous you’re making Trixie right now.”
Rarity grinned at that as she crossed her legs in front of her and leaned forward. “Maybe it’s just something about me?”
The showmare’s breath caught for a moment as she suddenly became far too aware of how close their large bosoms were to touching, or the fact that she might just be pretty enough to still catch Rarity’s eye, despite their past together. “M-maybe, but Trixie’s confusion is not what you wanted to hear, was it?”
She shook her head. “No, I want to hear about what happened to your home.”
Trixie tightened up at that, now wishing she could just lift her shirt up and change the subject. Of course, her bountiful thighs would probably beat the pants off of Rarity’s sticks. With the pleasant thought in her head, she managed to breath in, and begin.
“So, Trixie had just set up camp as she minded her own business near the Everfree, and trying was to get something into her stomach. Unfortunately, Trixie’s stew must have smelled so good that…” She hung her head for a moment. “That a pack of Timberwolves came.”
Rarity’s eyes widened, but Trixie shook her head. “No, they didn’t hurt Trixie, not directly. Instead, they rummaged their way into Trixie’s stuff, and she had to watch as they tore apart some of her favorite things.” She brushed an arm across her eyes. “Trixie wasn’t too afraid though, because she got used to danger and worry from being on the road for so long. That’s why she has had to do a nude show, and didn’t even flinch. When they knocked out my parking block though…”
Rarity wrapped her arms around Trixie, and felt the other mare’s tears against her fur. She ignored them though, and simply snuggled tighter. “So, you came here hoping for a job, which I will gladly give, but…” She felt Trixie tighten in her arms, and shook her head. “No, no, no darling, I’m not saying I don’t want you to be just an assistant I can’t pay well. Not when I know how long that will keep you off of the road.”
Trixie chuckled slightly through her tears as she nuzzled deeper into the comforting, white fur of her friend. “You really did hear me outside, didn’t you?”
Rarity nodded. “I… I did, and ever since you came in, I’ve been thinking about what I could do… and I do have one idea, but it might be a bit too… humiliating for you.”
Trixie laughed this time, holding nothing back as she backed away. “Are you kidding Trixie? She is currently with a half naked mare who gave up her robe so Trixie could feel better. And this was after hours of walking into town and having to come beg for work. I honestly don’t think I can fall much lower.”
Rarity shook her head as she placed her hands onto the sides of Trixie’s face. “You could have not come for help, and proven how much of a fool you are. Instead, you came for help, even if it was going to be tough, which proves to me that you’re the smart and beautiful Trixie I thought I had seen after your run in with the amulet.”
A blush clashed against Trixie’s blue cheeks as she looked away, before her fatigue got the better of her and she let out a yawn. Rarity nodded at the motion, and stood up from the couch. “How about we talk more in the morning, when we’re both more awake.”
Trixie stood up with a nod, before handing Rarity her robe back. “I… I think you’re right. Though… can I get some sort of idea as to what sort of job you might have for me?”
Rarity put a finger to her lips, before letting her teeth shine in a smile. “You’ll be the model for my… special garments, and I guaranty that when you perform, stallions will lose their minds.”
Trixie now confidently looked into Rarity’s eyes as she grinned back. “Sounds absolutely wonderful.”