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Sluttershy gets gifted a bunch of slutwear by Rariwhore. Something lewd happens on the way to her boutique.
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>be you
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>.... Sluttershy.
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>n-no, stop!
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>you're not a slut, you swear
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>that night was just a heat of the drunken moment
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>but your friend Rarity won't let you live it down
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>you and her had went to a bar for your 21st birthday celebration
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>she was in her usual revealing splendor, drawing all the male gaze to herself
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>some infernally short dress with plunging v-neckline that went almost down to her navel
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>you were just wearing your normal clothes
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>white tank top, teal shorts...
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>but one thing led to another, and soon you were stumbling drunk and letting guys grope all over you
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>you tell Rarity that you "don't remember" any of it
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>but the truth is, you recall at least some of it
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>you also remember how liberating it was to be treated like that
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>those calloused, thick fingers brushing against your tummy, cupping your breasts, digging into your panties...
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>just thinking about how they felt makes you feel hot and your knees wobble
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>you suspect that Rarity knows you enjoyed it
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>she's taken to calling you "Sluttershy" with a wink when everyone's out of earshot
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>it makes your face hot with embarrassment
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>but also with a deep primal desire to do it again....
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>...no! bad Fluttershy!
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>you're not a slut like Rarity!
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>right?
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>Rarity is a... strange friend
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>you can't remember when the change happened, but she's flaunting her body more than she did back in CHS
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>stranger still, you feel like Rarity's slutty antics have rubbed off on some of your friends
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>not all of them are like that, oh no
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>but a few of them have had their wardrobe "adjusted" by her, and even their demeanor changed too
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>Pinkie dresses like she's just asking for it all the time: tight denim shorts that fit more like panties, tube tops without bras, thongs pulled up above the waistline like a porn star from the 90s
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>on top of that, you don't have the heart to tell her that she smells like... o-oh, my...
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>there's always a faint odor of... cum... when Pinkie is nearby
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>Rainbow Dash was always obsessed with herself
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>but now, it's gotten a little ridiculous
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>you swear she stares at her own ass in yoga pants more often than doing the actual yoga
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>her athletic tank tops, loose fitting and with giant holes for arms, always seem to fail to cover her breasts
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>and Sunset, oh gosh--
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>*knock konck*
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>Rarity interrupts your slut-friend musing
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>she stands in the doorway of your bedroom, smiling ear to ear
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>she hands you a pink shopping bag with frilly tissues overflowing at the top
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>Rarity smiles and tells you its your belated birthday gift
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>you thank her and take the shopping bag from her
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>you walk to your bed and sit on the mattress, ready to see what's inside
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>Raritys still watching, but she looks gleeful
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>oh
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>oh no...
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>you forgot you've been lounging around in your skirt all day
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>you stand up, tug your skirt down, brush down your rear, and sit back down
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>"it's too late, darling, I already saw everything~"
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>you blush
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>"my little Sluttershy, a lady shouldn't twirl around like *that* when she's wearing such an airy skirt, especially not in front of your roommates..."
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>you meekly stutter something about not meaning to do that
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>"go on, open it up!"
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>the shopping bag is filled to the brim but feel very light
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>you soon discover why
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>it's full of frilly underthings
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>some of them could hardly be called panties or bras
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>entire halves of the cup missing, see-through lace where your private parts would be
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>some of them have way too many straps, like they're designed for strippers
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>they're obviously Rarity's handiwork
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>y-you can't possibly wear these!
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>a stray wind blowing up your skirt would let everyone see your... y-you know...
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>you hold one of them up in your hands
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>it's a g-string with credit card sized coverage
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>"oh yes, you'd look ravishing in that one, Sluttershy"
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>you blush furiously
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>god, you hate that you love being called 'Sluttershy'
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"they're... they're for me?"
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>"why of course!"
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>Rarity walks in and sits next to you
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>"when i saw you getting absolutely ravaged by those men last weekend, i *knew*"
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"knew what?"
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>"that you're just like us. me, Sunset, Pinkie, Rainbow..."
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>Rarity takes the shopping bag from you and dumps the rest of it on your bed
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>"and the way you blushed and your eyes darted when I called you your favorite nickname--"
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>she knew!
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>"--made me realize that you actually remember what happened, and you secretly enjoyed it"
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"i-i didn't!"
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>"of course you didn't"
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>Rarity puts on a smug face
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>your face is red now
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>all you can do is stare at your knees and breathe heavily
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>you've always known she likes to... umm, "slut" up her friends who share her interests
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>and you've always secretly wanted to be like them
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>so confident in their sexual powers
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>unafraid to show skin
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>you've always wanted to ask to be one of her slut friends, but couldn't find the courage
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>but now...
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>"of course, we'll have to work a bit hard to bring out your wild side. you're kind of like Twilight, in a way"
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>Rarity covers her mouth
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>"oops! darling, let's keep that last part a secret between us, shall we?"
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>you gasp
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>Twilight is a... slut?
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>gosh, that's such a lewd word!
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>"anyway, she's an ongoing project of mine. much like you're about to become~"
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>Rarity runs a finger down your arm
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>"say, why don't you get dressed? we'll take a stroll outside and drop by my boutique to get you fitted for *proper* clothes"
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>b-but you're already wearing clothes?
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>"ohhh no, darling. i meant get *dressed*"
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>Rarity eyes at the frilly pile of underthings and winks
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>"it's windy outside, so be sure to wear something *appropriate* over them"
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>you... you can't possibly do this!
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>at Rarity's insistence, you give up and dig through the frilly pile, trying to find the least revealing set in that pile of slutwear
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>your heart is pounding, and you almost forget again that you're wearing a skirt
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>"my, my~ already so eager as to bend at your waist?"
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>you squeal and jolt up
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>y-you didn't mean to do that!
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>"of course, darling. hurry now, we've got lots to do today."
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>you sigh and keep searching
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>there are things you didn't notice before: garter belts, stockings, fishnet things, ringlets and chains, odd looking belt with pleated frills...
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>...wait, that's a skirt
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>oh my goodness...
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>your secretly wonder what it'd be like to sneak outside at night wearing some of these
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>your ass barely covered by a "skirt" barely 10 inches long
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>your breasts exposed to the night air underneath that fishnet tube top...
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>o-oh my, there are chokers in here too
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>you feel dizzy with arousal
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>you hate that you're getting slightly damp in your plain panties
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>but you also kinda like it
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>you're...
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>you're Sluttershy...
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>you walk out of the bathroom clutching a bundle of still-warm underthings that you wore minutes ago
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>Rarity's slutty handiwork hugs your shame tightly underneath your white tank top and green skirt
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>you had picked out the least revealing set you could find from the "slut gift" pile
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>a pink bikini set
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>it fits similar to what you've seen Rarity wear to the beach before
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>patches of fabric no larger than your phone half-covering your breasts, tied up behind your neck like a halter top
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>frills adorning the top corners of the cups and making your breasts look even larger than your natural size
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>bikini bottom resting at your hips, scrunched back and fitting more like a tanga
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>the side ties are long curly ribbons almost reaching your lower thighs
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>you resist the urge to reach under your skirt unladylike to fix it digging into your ass
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>gosh, it keeps riding up with every step you take...
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>you tug your midthigh length skirt down trying to keep the side ties from showing, but it's futile
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>"well, darling? do they fit you well?"
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>you have to admit, they fit perfectly
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>"excellent! shall we head out, then?"
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>your knees wobble
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>you're in your normal clothes and all...
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>but the thought of going outside, everyone watching you, you and your slutty affair hidden under your normal clothes like a stealth mode harlot
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>you try to say "no" but it comes out more like a moan
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>wh-what's happening to you?
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>Rarity smirks
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>"was that a yes, Sluttershy?"
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>you try to protest, but it's no use
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>Rarity finds your purse from somewhere and thrusts it into your hands
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>and before you know it, you're outside in your apartment's hallway
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>Rarity locks the door and tosses the key into her own purse
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>n-no, please
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>you can't... you can't go out like this!
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>you tug down your skirt, almost catching your bikini's side tie and accidentally undoing the whole thing
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>"the elevators are to the left, yes? come along!"
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>Rarity urges you forward and struts in front of you
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>her scandalously stripper-like heels clip clop on the fake marble floor of the hallway
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>you shuffle along in your slightly less tall heels
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>you feeling a slight breeze wrapping around your thighs and up under your skirt
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>please, you can't....
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>from behind her, you can see Rarity dressed to kill and her hips swaying like she's trying to get jumped and raped with every strut
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>her severe dark purple dress comes barely down to her upper thighs
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>it's very formal, like she just walked out of a courtroom, and yet it fits tightly like it's made of spandex
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>are those wrinkles over her tailbone?
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>o-oh my gosh, that's her thong pantyline...
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>there's a split running from the hem of her dress all the way up to her ass
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>you think you can see the slight curvature of her underass in the slit
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>you blush furiously
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>the two of you wait for the elevator
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>Rarity eyes you up and down
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>"hmm, maybe I should've paid more attention to your outerwear, I was so caught up on making you wear my underthings..."
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>she walks up behind you and wraps her hands around your waist
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>you yelp
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>"such a lovely skater skirt... you even pull off that dreaded green color so well~"
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>she pulls up your skirt higher around your waist
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>no! if you wear them that high...
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>the side tie straps...
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>you try to pull her hands away
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>"hold still darling, skater skirts are meant to be worn around the waist, not hanging loose around your hip. honestly, you're just as bad as Rainbow sometimes when it comes to fashion..."
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>you cover your face in embarrassment
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>it feels hot in your hands
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>"see? all better"
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>you move a finger aside to see your blurry reflection in the elevator door
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>your green skirt is now billowing out around you from the waist, enhancing your hourglass figure
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>also it... it fits scandalously short!
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>the pink side tie curls are plainly visible under the hem of your skirt
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>"hands by your side, darling. or you'll ruin your makeup."
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>you meekly pull your hands away
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>you swear Rarity rolled up the waistband while you weren't looking, the hem is an inch or two away from your fingertips
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>your hands wander to the waistband, trying to make yourself more modest
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>something inside you hesitates
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>you look at your blurry reflection again
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>you're gonna look like... like *THAT*
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>and you're going outside?
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>even if you could run back to your apartment, Rarity has your keys...
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>maybe you could hide behind that potted plant?
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>before you can make up your mind, the elevator doors open
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>Rarity drags you inside and hits the ground floor button
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>you've never thought you'd go out like this
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>parts of your underwear hanging out visible for everyone
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>they're just fabric straps, but still...
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>you're both at the ground floor now
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>Rarity extends her elbow to you, and you cling to her arm like a scared damsel
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>at least that's a relief...
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>you could maybe hide partially behind her!
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>the lobby is kinda empty
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>Rarity's heels clip-ciop echo draws few gazes
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>you shrink behind her, trying to hide
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>soon you realize that it's no use
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>more than one gentleman walk past you two and crane their neck behind to get a good gander at your rear
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>th-the skirt!
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>you stand upright
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>you were slouching, bent forward, trying to hide behind Rarity
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>o-oh no, how much did they see?
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>you brush down your butt with one hand and feel the skirt ending a few inches shorter than you're used to
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>oh no, they probably saw glimpses of your neon pink bikini
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>they're just swimwear, but it's all about the context, right?
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>with how much the scrunched rear is riding up your ass now, they probably thought you were some lesbian harlot wearing a thong under her skirt, just like the other skank in her arm
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>oh no...
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>you glance at Rarity
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>is she.. drooling?
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>her face looks kinda red
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>there's even more sway to her hips now, and every step she bumps her hip against yours
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>you notice some wrinkles around the waist of her dress
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>she's... ohmygosh, yeah she is
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>she's walking more exaggerated to let her tight fitting dress ride up higher
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>you don't even have to look to guess how that rear slit looks on her now
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>you feel a mix of horror, disgust, jealousy
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>...arousal
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>here you are, almost having a heart attack over how someone might've seen your bikini under your skirt
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>and Rarity's intentionally trying to flash people
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>her thong-clad ass probably visible through the slit whenever she takes a wider step
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>what kind of person is this?
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>you almost don't recognize your friend
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>well, she was always kinda showy even in CHS, but now...
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>she's a slut through and through
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>Rarity's eyes roll up like she's in the middle of a sexual ecstasy
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>her confident voice gives away and she mewls quietly, almost like you
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>such depravity!
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>but if she's so depraved, why is it that you secretly wish you could be more like her?
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