A Rump Worthy of the Gods (Part II)


                                            >"~Sigh~"

                                            >"What's wrong Rarity?"

                                            >"Oh, it's Twilight, darling. I swear that filly is just so frustrating sometimes."

                                            >"What did she do now?"

                                            >"Oh it's not what she did, Fluttershy. It's... she came into the boutique yesterday with the gown that I made her for the Grand Galloping Gala."

                                            >"Okay."

                                            >"And you know how she's, er, 'grown' since she became a princess a few weeks ago?"

                                            >"Um, yes?"

                                            >"Well I've been meaning to take her new measurements since then, but yesterday was the first chance I've had, what with putting everything back together after the mess Applejack made of my shop."

                                            >"Uh huh."

                                            >"What I mean to say is, I hadn't really gotten a good look at her since she became a princess. All those hangers-on surrounding her during the coronation and such."

                                            >"Well, certainly."

                                            >"Yes. So she wants me to alter her dress to fit her new wings and I think, 'This will be simple.' And then I start to take her measurements..."

                                            >"Rarity, are you ok?"

                                            >"Oh Fluttershy! I'm so glad you helped me learn how to get over my jealousy when it comes to my friend's looks."

                                            >"Y-your welcome?"

                                            >"Of course I knew Twilight had gotten taller. Do you realize that she's grown nearly five inches since she became an alicorn?"

                                            >"Goodness. That much?"

                                            >"Mmm-hmm. And nearly of that was in her legs. So I measure her wings, which are huge by the way. They remind me of when I measured Princess Cadence for her wedding. And then- then I moved on to her... hind-quarters."

                                            >"Oh my."

                                            >"I simply wasn't prepared Fluttershy. Her haunches were like works of art! Her hips looked like an old master had sculpted them out of a piece of purple marble. And her rump, darling. It was perfection itself!"

                                            >"R-really?"

                                            >"Yes really. You spent time as a model, so you're familiar with what a fashion designer looks for in a subject. Well, there's a competing standard of beauty out there. One that appeals mainly to stallions. Instead of a willowy mare that can do a dress justice, they look for a mare who has 'curves in all the right places', so to speak."

                                            >"Oh dear. And Twilight's more like the second type?"

                                            >"No darling, she's both. She's like the other princesses. She has contours like a violin and proportions that would make any fashion photographer weep with joy."

                                            >"Oh. Well that's, um, nice?"

                                            >"But the real shame of it is that she doesn't even realize what she's got! When I was going over what she wanted done to her gown I suggested that I raise the hem of the skirt to show off a little more leg. Maybe even some of her thigh and cutie mark."

                                            >"Rarity!"

                                            >"I know, I know. A scandalous suggestion. But I'm not ashamed to admit that after seeing that rear end I was in a rather scandalous mood."

                                            >"So, um, what did she say?"

                                            >"Ah ha ha ha. She just looks at me and says, 'Why would I want that? I'm sure everypony would much rather see your wonderful work than my boring old cutie mark."

                                            >"She said that?"

                                            >"She did, and she was serious."

                                            >"Oh."

                                            >"'Oh', indeed. Do you know how many delicious confections I pass up to keep my figure? How many times a week I exercise? How hard I work to keep Rainbow Dash from learning of my fitness regimen lest she try and convince me to become her 'workout buddy'?"

                                            >"And then we have our resident bookworm who is suddenly gifted with a rump worthy of the gods and she doesn't even know what to do with it! ~Sigh~ I just don't know, Fluttershy. Sometimes I think I was made to suffer."

                                            >"Oh, cheer up Rarity. It could be worse."

                                            >"How so, darling?"

                                            >"Well, it could have been Rainbow Dash who got the 'rump worthy of the gods'."

                                            >"..."

                                            >"You know, you're absolutely right. Thank you Fluttershy, I'm glad I talk to you about these things."

                                            >"You're welcome."