Sluttershy puts on her first slutwear. Rariwhore takes her out with a "client" for her first slut outing. >"ohhh, great! i can't wait to see your ponied up form again! well, at least the costume, anyway" >before you can change your mind, Rarity takes the heavy hangar, puts the bundle in your arms, and pushes you into the nearby bathroom marked [staff only] >gosh, what have you gotten yourself into...? >you look around the unusual bathroom setup >it's got a shower and everything >but you suppose that's a necessity given the "activities" supposedly taking place next door regularly >but the most unusual thing is the walls >the walls and celing are actually massive mirrors >even the floor is covered in polished reflective metal >you see yourself from all sorts of different angles >you look down at yourself >those are... oh! >you blush and shut your legs close >...yes, Rarity had given your bikini bottom as a souvenir to some pervert at the park >you almost forgot >you look at the walls and stare at your backside reflected back at you >gosh, you looked like *that* from those perverts point of view, huh? >side boobs jutting out from your tank top's arm holes >green skater skirt billowing out from your waist and ending seductively at your upper thighs >you turn your body left and right, letting the skirt wave around >you see glimpses of your underass >you can't believe those perverts got upskirt pics of you... >and it was so hot! why? >you sigh and begin to strip your clothes, trying not to stare too much at the reflection of you bending over >you peel your tanktop off over your head >...yes, the bikini top had definitely drifted to where it shouldn't >the triangle patches of fabric have been pushed aside to reveal your erect nipples >you shake your head in disbelief and undo the knot behind your neck >those men must've definitely seen *everything*... >the flimsy top darts downward like a slingshot, leaving your breasts bare >you reach behind your back and undo the other knot >the whole thing flutters down >there are streaks around your chest where the elastic straps had dug into your skin >your skirt comes off next >it drops onto the reflective floor like a pool of green fabric around your ankles >you stare down at your inner thighs and assess the damage >they shine under the fluorescent light >....yeah, definitely fluids there >you take a wad of paper towel and wipe yourself off >it's been such a terrifying day! >why is your body reacting this way? >you stare at yourself in the mirror >your breasts hang heavy down your chest >rosy patches of areoa decorate your sizable breasts >a source of embarrassment: they're so hard to conceal in some bras with your breasts being so big >your hips, as wide as they are, make you always feel self conscious >you've always had to go for large size panties despite you being average weight >your slender legs meet your hips >and in the middle is your hairless pussy >you always shave your nethers like you're going to get naked and fucked that very night >that doesn't really make you a slut, does it? >n-no, of course not... >first you dig out the neon pink panties from the bundle Rarity gave you >they looked like they were made of solid fabric... >but up close, you realize that it's made of almost transparent material >just a bit of moisture would turn the soaked parts entirely see-through >you've seen Rarity model something like this for that "risque bikini" company >out of water dry bikini shots: just a hint of her pussy lips >laying on the sand with wave crashing onto her shots: dark patches where the seawater had gone through, soaked fabric clinging to every bump of her pussy lips >you sigh and pull them over your legs >it's either these or going nopan, right? >your knees wobble at the sensation of mesh-like fabric sliding up your thighs >they fit too snugly, obviously made for Rarity's more slender hips >they stretch taut over your hipbones >the backside digs into your ample asscheeks >no amount of fiddling makes them fit any better >you sigh and move onto the next item >some sort of a studded leather garter? >you don't recall your pony-up outfit having pink fishnet stockings, but they're there >you wrap it around your thighs and snap it close >no matter how hard you look, there's nothing to cover your breasts >your pony-up outfit was a halter top dress, and you're certain that pony magic kept them from showing too much or at least came with magical pasties or something >...you never bothered to look back then >gosh, you'd have to be extra careful with what you do with your arms with the dress on... >you unhook the dress from the hangar and slide into it one leg at a time, then pull up >you pull the top part to your neck >the top is connected to a snap-on metal choker >you pull one breast at a time into the narrow top, blushing all the while, and close the metal choker around your neck >the backside has no coverage whatsoever almost all the way to the waistband of your neon pink panties >you feel absolutely naked in this! >the contrasting feeling of covered front and bare sides and back makes the sensation even worse >you move your arms around a bit >any sudden movement would *definitely* spill your breasts out from the sides >oh no... >it's too late now >you pull the bunched-up dress from your waist down to your legs >except... you can't >the dress is much shorter than you remember >the two hemlines that are supposed to meet in the middle of your thighs instead meet just above your crotch >you can see a hint of your neon pink panties whenever you move your legs >you try to tug the dress down >that pulls on the halter top and bunches them up onto your chest, leaving your breasts exposed >you cover your face with your hands in shame >this can't be happening... >you have to pick between pantyshots and nip slips? >at least Rarity's the only one who'd see you in this.... >you readjust yourself and cover as much as possible on the front without leaving your tits exposed >next, the translucent green overskirt >it ties conveniently around your waist in a pretty knot >you consider wearing it like an apron over the front, but decide against it >Rarity would "fix" that and make it more "appropraite" anyway... >the shoes come next >it's a pair of pink high heels with ribbons running up the ankles like something a ballerina would wear >you bend over gently, trying not to let your tits flop out, and wrap the ribbons around your ankles >you wobble a little bit >they're way higher than what you're used to >once upright, you readjust your dress >just the act of bending over hiked up the dress high enough to show the tiny bow on the front of your panties >this is a disaster! >surely not even Rarity would've guessed the outfit would be this revealing! >but... >.... >you have to admit, you *do* look rather sexy >you look at your backside reflection >your pink hair curls and partly covers your bare back, like a curtain concealing something sexy underneath >the backside of the dress fits snugly against your butt, showing a hint of pantylines pinching into your buttcheeks >the hem of the backside ends right at the mid-thigh level and obscured by the translucent green overskirt >the front is another story >your bare sideboobs bulge outside the halter top >it also fits tight enough to show a hint of your erect nipples >the hem of the dress meets in an upwards angle at your crotch, showing just a bare hint of your neon pink panties >you look... >you look like a cosplaying harlot! >it's so degrading >but it also makes you feel kinda aroused >you spread your legs a little and strike a pose like you're about to shoot rainbow lasers at a monster >you can't help but glance down at the shiny metal floor >your neon pink panties are plainly visible >near-opaque mesh everywhere except where the gusset is >you shudder with a strange feeling >Rarity called it "slutwear," right? >m-maybe you kinda like wearing them... >you notice a slight damp spot on the gusset >okay, you need to stop before you soak your panties and turn the whole thing see-through >but you keep staring for a few more seconds >you feel sexy, powerful, ready to be ravaged by someone... >Rarity knocks on the door >you yelp in surprise >"Sluttershy, darling, are you doing alright? you've been in there for a while now~" >yes, right >you clear your throat and tell her you're ready >are you really ready, though? >it's just Rarity, after all >but are you ready to be seen by anyone like this? >you hold the doorknob with your trembling hand >you take a deep breath >she's just a friend >it's not like you're about to get fucked like she did in her videos... >you steady yourself, check yourself out in the mirror one last time, and open the door >you almost stumble on your high heels >"Sluttershy, you look ravishing~" >you blush and whisper a thank-you >it's one thing to look at yourself dressed like this >but with Rarity leering all over your body... >you keep your eyes fixed onto your high-heeled feet >you close your legs together tightly and hold onto the scandalously short hem >"aww, don't be shy, strike a pose for me" >you hesitate >"come on, you know you wanna~" >you spread your legs out a little, cock your hp to the right, bend over slightly and put both hands on your left thigh >"wonderful, wonderful!" >you blush furiously >you finally work up the courage to look at Rarity >what... what's she wearing? >"oh, these? i thought i'd make you feel less alone in your slutwear by wearing something revealing myself..." >she's wearing an unusually severe and stark latex outfit >her waists are clenched down with a cupless corset >shiny latex "shirt" covers her breasts, but with her cleavage in full display >her neck is adorned with a padded choker with a massive metal ring dangling from it >her lower half is covered just barely with a flared-out latex skirt >a pair of thigh-high heeled boots run up her slender legs >"well? do you like it?" >she winks and lifts up her skirt, flashing her latex panties at you >you blush and look away >"aww, don't be so shy. we're friends, right? it's not like we haven't seen each other in underwear before~" >Rarity reaches for the front of your dress and lifts it up slightly >p-please stop! >"hmm, i suppose those panties are tad bit small for you... but that's what makes it sexy sometimes!" >she pulls your dress back down and turns you around >you can practically feel her hungry gaze on your backside >"mmmm yes, your hips are absolutely lovely, darling. you fill out that dress so, so nicely." >you feel her fingers dig into the side of your halter top and stroking mere inches below your breasts >you gasp >"hmm, a lot of gap here. i suppose you can't help it. i am so jealous of your breasts.." >she turns you around back and forth for a while, fixing this and that >once done, she takes one last look at you and claps her hands excitedly >"excellent! you look oh so fuckable right now, Sluttershy!" >r-really? >you can't help but smile despite the embarrassment >"oh, you look so fuckable, yes indeed. Sassy needs to see this! Sassy Saddles, come here for a second please" >all the color drains out of your face >no! >being chcked out by a friend is one thing >but by a woman you barely even know? >"yes, Rarity?" >Sassy pauses and takes another look at you >"oh my, Rarity, your handiwork never ceases to amaze me!" >Sassy circles around you and nods approvingly >"you're so amazing, Rarity. these sluts are like putty in your hands. i honestly thought you'd have a harder time with this shy one, but look at her!" >Sassy reaches forward and runs her index finger down your exposed panties >you yelp >Rarity smiles smugly >"oh trust me Sassy, the shy ones are always the freakiest..." >you tug down the dress and endure several seconds of Sassy's eye raping >she walks around you, groping this, touching that >her hands always linger for a second too long >you feel so.... so uncomfortable! >but something warm builds up in your crotch with every touch >you can't possibly be getting off from being assaulted like this? >wearing this... this slutty cosplay of your own pony-up form? >"Rarity, tell me, you're not gonna take her with you to see the client" >Rarity squeals and claps >"oh, i was absolutely going to! you see right through me again, Sassy~" >the two women squeal together as you look dumbstruck >client? >with Rarity? >are you... are you going to be having... sex with someone in this garb? >"oh no, Sluttershy. nothing too sexual yet. it's going to be just an arm candy thing. literally escorting someone. a shy, closeted slut like you needs to be eased into the art first..." >Rarity leans in and taps your nose >"...no matter how much you secretly want to take it to the next level" >n-no >you're not like that... >right? >Rarity's phone rings in her purse >"oh! speaking of the devil, that must be the client." >your eyes go wide >"are you ready for your first slut outing, Sluttershy?" >you swallow >against your better judgement, you nod --- >"come, Sluttershy! my client's waiting outside" >Rarity twirls around and struts to the front of the store >her short latex skirt flares out and you see a glimpse of her black latex thong >she's so shameless! >and crazy! >she doesn't even hesitate at the thought of going outside dressed like that? >you reluctantly follow her and try not to make eye contact with the customers >you can feel your dress ride up with each step and try to take shorter steps >the store assistant, who had his fingers dipped in leotard-clad woman's pussy, leers at you >his eyes are fixated on your spilling sideboobs >you blush hard and clutch at the hem of your dress with one hand and rest your other arm over your chest, trying to cover your swaying breasts >soon, you're outside >you feel like there's some staring at you from every window >you're... you're showing way too much skin! >you feel so lewd >and if you're being perfectly honest, somewhat liberating >you hesitantly lower your arm to your side, letting the halter top do the work of covering your shame >you glance multiple times down at yourself, making sure nothing's spilling out >one man walks past you >his head turns and he gawks at the hint of neon pink panty covering your pussy >you blush and fold your hands over your crotch >"ah, there he is!" >Rarity struts confidently to a man smirking like a wolf >you're not sure why, but you expected him to look like a comic book hero >or a stereotypical male porn star >instead, he's built like an average man with a slight beer gut >he's wearing a shirt with an anime character you recognize as a loli wizard who casts explosion magic >he's also wearing a pair of loose fitting gym shorts and bargain brand running shoes >you feel shameful >you and Rarity are going to be arm candies for this guy? >"sup Rarity? nice, i haven't seen that outfit before, you look like a fucking goth whore" >gosh, his words are so filthy... >Rarity gushes like a fangirl >"oh i *knew* you'd like it! the way you fucked me last week in that goth dress, i guessed you have a thing for the stark-and-severe~" >Rarity folds her arms next to her breasts and squeezes them together with her wrists >the man watches and appreciates Rarity's whorish antics >this is a *different* kind of Rarity than you're used to seeing >does she do this with all of her clients? >the man mouths "nice" and gives Rarity a hug >he reaches behind Rarity's butt, lifts up her latex skirt, and gives her bare thong-clad ass a playful slap >o-ohmygosh... >he turns his gaze to you and eyes you up >"nice. who's the pony-up slut? your buddy?" >Rarity rests her hand on his chest and props up one of her legs to wrap around the man's waist >"oh, she prefers to be called Sluttershy. she's a slut-curious friend of mine. Sluttershy, this is the man with the *marevelous* dick i told you about" >your eyes reflexively drift down to the man's gym shorts >"oh daddy, you won't mind her joining us today? free of charge~" >the man considers her proposal while groping her ass >he stares at your hands clasped over your crotch >"move your hands, bitch" >his words strike you like a whip >you hesitantly pull your hands away from the short front hem and rest your arms by your sides >he stares appreciatively >"nice. pink and visible. just the way i like it." >your heart skips a beat >this is so degrading! >he's treating you like some ghetto bicycle! >but he likes it... right? >the front of his gym shorts is already tenting slightly >gosh, that thing must be massive >"you can call me whatever you want, but i don't give out my name to Rarity or to her skanks. she calls me daddy, i call her Rariwhore. you let me touch you however i like it. that's how we roll. you got that, slut?" >you swallow and nod >"good. now get over here. we've got places to go to"