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Dazzle.mp3: Rarity Meets Her Friend


“Of course I’m telling Pinkie about it! I’m just waiting until we have the event planned out, you know how carried away she gets with these things!”

Rarity was on the phone, lounging on the couch, still in her work clothes. After her shift ended, she’d come straight home, kicked off her shoes, and got to planning.

“I just think she’d be the perfect fit for this...” Twilight was on the other end, typing away at her laptop as she spoke.

“...If you hold off on telling Pinkie, she’s going to take it the wrong way. You know how clingy that girl gets.”
Rarity so wished she’d at least put her academic pursuits on hold long enough for a simple call, but she knew there was no magic in this world to pry Twi’s nose out of the books. She put her legs up on the arm of her couch, her dark violet stockings accentuating every curve in her thick thighs. The phone’s cord was wrapped around her finger, and she twirled and tugged gently on it habitually.

“I know, darling. That’s why I’m going to tell her in person, though I dread it…” She chuckled. “She’s not Applejack strong but she’s got a real spine-cracker of a hug.”

Twilight laughed. “Better tread lightly then, keep me posted on this...” More keyboard noises, Rarity rolled her eyes. “If you need anything, just let me know.”

“I need you to step away from your work and enjoy yourself for one.” Rarity wanted to say, so she settled for silently mouthing the words.

“Oh I will, darling. Just try not to work yourself too hard in the meantime.” Is what she decided to say out loud.
There came a knock at the door, Rarity flinched from the sheer suddenness of the visitation. “Twilight, honey… I’ll have to call you back, something’s come up. Ciao!” She put the phone receiver back in its place with a soft click and swung her legs around, standing up and smoothing her skirt out. Have to be presentable for company, even if they came completely unannounced.

She strolled over to the door, opening it to reveal a familiar face.

“Starlight?”

Sure enough, it was her. She stood before Rarity with a serene, confident expression on her face. She wore her usual outfit: Black vest over a turquoise shirt, gray skinny jeans with ‘fashionable’ holes in the legs, and a pair of boots that were currently tracking mud on Rarity’s doorstep.

“How are you doing, Rarity?” She leaned on the doorway, hands in her pockets. “You’re looking good as always…”

Rarity bit her lip, glancing aside before facing her impromptu guest. “Er… I’m fine, Starlight. I just wasn’t expecting you. What brings you here?”

Starlight took a step forward, causing Rarity to instinctively step back. “I need a favor from an old friend.” She said, brushing an errant lock of her aquamarine-streaked purple hair out of her face.”I hope you don’t mind me just dropping by like this.”

“It’s fine.” Rarity said, glancing down at her feet, silently pleading her not to track those muddy boots into her home, onto her carpet. “What’s the favor, I’m kind of busy right now but-”

Starlight held up a compact disk, the jewel case decorated with a single six-pointed star.

“Some friends of mine are starting a band, looking to book some gigs. I was hoping, since you have such refined tastes, that you could give them a listen, spread the word around… maybe give them a call if you throw a party or something.”

Rarity took the disc, watching Starlight’s smiling face with a mix of suspicion and confusion. Did she know? And if so, who told her? If it was Rainbow Dash mouthing off again, she was going to personally sew her mouth shut. Still, friends helping friends… and what was the harm in a little music?

“Of course, I’ll just.” She hesitatingly took the CD from Starlight, backing another step away from the door. “I’ll just… put this on while I’m working on the dresses, I’m doing outfits for a thing my friends are doing.”

“A party?” Starlight said, teasing Rarity with a sly grin and a gentle tap on her arm. Rarity rubbed her arm where she received the love tap, blushing. The secret really was out, it seemed.

“A private one yes.”

“Aww…” Starlight said with a mock-pouting face. “Am I not invited? “

Rarity coughed, clearing her throat. “It’s not that, I’m just getting some really close friends together so we can catch up. It’s been a busy year for all of us.”

Her guest nodded, still wearing that infuriatingly teasing smile. “I get it, not open to the general public. I don’t have anything to wear anyway.” She backed away from the door, hand on the knob. “And hey, call me if you need a band.”

The door closed and Rarity was left standing there with a disc full of music she had never heard given to her by an individual with a decidedly checkered past. It was a moment where she had to just… process what had happened.

“That’s fine.” She walked back to her sewing room. Rarity had six dresses to make anyway. Once at her workstation, she took her stereo and popped the disc in. The boombox was a gift from Dashie, every time she looked at it, she remembered the ‘you’re welcome’ written on the tag.

Disc in, play button pressed, go time. She began with the dress meant for herself, having got the basic shape done. All she needed was to refine it into something that fit her standards. Something that would dazzle her friends as they saw her.

The music started up, it was poppy and energetic but not too rough like what Rainbow Dash listened to during her workouts, instead it was the kind of delicate, playfully feminine fare that she expected to play on the runway at a fashion show, as she worked, she found herself imagining her friends as models. Walk down the aisle, pose for the cameras, look great, feel better.

As she worked, Rarity felt herself getting lost in the music and her work. Every time her focus left the dress, the song, something pulled her back into it like a magnetic force. Outside of these, it was like her mind actively refused to focus. It was like grabbing onto a ribbon made of sand, unable to get ahold of herself. And on top of that, she was getting a migraine. It started very simply, so much she didn’t even recognize it at first. Just a faint soreness, some ringing in her ears masked up neatly by the track playing in the boombox.

“Ugh…” Rarity groaned as she reached for the bottle of water she kept near her desk. Her hands were shaking as she swallowed a throatful of cold, refreshing spring water, then was immediately back to work. She had a look planned out, but as she worked, the midnight blue dress took another shape entirely. The plan was for an elegant, slinky ankle-length evening gown with a split skirt to show off her legs and a string of jewels sewn into the neckline.

The thing she was making, however, was an old-fashioned swing dress with a flowing knee-length skirt, no straps, and, horror of horrors, white polka dots.


“So… tacky.” She muttered, yet she worked through the day, unable to correct the course. Every attempt to divert the project back to what she wanted was met with a flash of scalding pain in her head; little specks of color dancing in front of her eyes.

”N..no.”

Then the music changed. There was a low droning creeping underneath the melody, like a great machine coming to life. Hours that felt like minutes passed, her eyes stuck to the task being forced upon her by an unseen oppressor. Enough was enough. She took a deep breath, put her needle and thread down… and went to turn the music off.

The very instant she touched the player, it was like she was hit dead-on by a thunderbolt. Eyes twitching, she dropped to her knees with a panicked squeal, gripping her pounding head.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Rarity thought to herself… or did she? It was hard to keep track of herself. She struggled to her feet, looking back at her almost-finished dress. The show must go on.

She went back to continue her sewing… but she was stopped, her head pulsed. Rarity felt the urge to strip down. Not so much an urge, more of a command. She tried to fight it, struggling in vain against her own arms as they raised up and undid the top button on her blouse, then the next one down...and the next one down. Her alabaster white face and bosom were pink with blush. She felt so hot… so confined by this outfit. And yet, she didn’t want out of it. It was something else undressing her like a doll in the hands of a little girl… she simply had no say in the matter. As the last button came undone, she let her blouse fall down around her arms, before slipping them out of the sleeves.

“What’s happening to me…” Rarity moaned, feeling the heavy fog in her head smother more and more of her willpower. She stood up, her thought to turn and run for the door was caught and massaged into a thought that her skirt had to go. It was her house… she could show off her body. But that didn’t feel right… but it oh so did as she slipped the black pleated skirt down, her hips wriggling as she freed herself from its constraint.

Something in her head snapped into place as she stripped down. It felt good, it felt proper. She stood weak-kneed before the mirror, admiring herself in her deep violet lingerie, the intricate pattern was something she could get lost in, but something was missing. She didn’t have anyone to admire her body in that special way, to take her and claim her as their own. She looked down, she had in her hands a leather choker, more like a collar in its make and fit. And on the clasp was a blue diamond. Like her mark, like it was made for her.

“No…” She tried to keep her arms down, to keep the thing from her waiting neck. She kept them stiff, but more and more her resistance melted like a candle. The collar was around her neck, the clasp clicked shut, and there was another cracking POP in her brain, like ice breaking apart so the river beneath could once again feel the sunlight.

Another battle was lost… but it wasn’t over.

“Nnngh… stop…” She tugged at the collar on her neck, squirming her way towards the stereo. It was the music… it had to be the music. But… she saw the dress from the corner of her eye. It was her work, delightfully feminine and old fashioned. She felt a burning pang of guilt just seeing it. She couldn’t give in…

Rarity staggered over to the dress.

She had to fight it…

She picked it up, enjoying the feel of the silky fabric.

She couldn’t let it win..

And Rarity lifted it above her head, lettin the fabric fall over her. She was now lost. Lost in a fluttering wave of dark blue and white dots. More wriggling of her curvy body, and everything fell into place. She smoothed the dress out, adjusted the neckline so it better supported her full, creamy bust. Then, she looked at herself in the mirror.

She almost didn’t recognize herself, the figure before her a simpering little doll in a housewife dress, lacking any of the confidence Rarity had. But she was Rarity.

This was her now.

And she was starting to like it.

She heard someone approach from behind, a delicate yet firm hand brushing through her violet, curly hair.

“Are you ready to learn your place?”

Rarity turned, there stood Starlight, a triumphant smile on her face. What was she so smug about? What waning resistance was left in the domesticated Rarity couldn’t grasp what was going on. She really was a silly girl. Silently, she nodded.

“You’ll have to speak up, girl. I can’t hear you.” Starlight said, her voice firm but not cruel.

“Yes…” Rarity meekly spoke up.

“Yes, what?” Starlight said, grabbing her new plaything by the chin and holding her head up to make eye contact.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl.” As Starlight said that, the headache was banished, Rarity could at last think with crystal clarity. Everything felt good, the dress, the collar, Mistress’s touch.

“Good girl. Now let’s get you to your new home. You’re a good start but you need to learn how to host and keep house. We can deal with your friends before too long, show them what I made of you.”

Rarity giggled, her blue eyes spaced out and vacant. She couldn’t wait to see her friends again.