Depraved sluttery happens on the way to Rariwhore's boutique. Rariwhore reveals her secret whore life to Sluttershy. >you are finally outside your apartment building after an eternity of male gaze raking your scantily clad body >well, scantily clad by your standards >the scrunchback bikini has ridden up and you feel like it fits more like a thong by this point >you could maybe reach under your skirt to fix it when nobody's looking... >...no! bad Slutter-- Fluttershy! >n-not in public.. >you also feel the bikini top has shifted a little >they feel like the cups avoided being pulled aside by the elastic snagging onto your erect nipples >and the bumps are plainly visible through your white tank top >gosh, why didn't you put on a t-shirt or something? >it's not like you didn't consider putting one on in the bathroom >you aren't actually enjoying this, are you? >you shudder at the thought >"a leisurely walk to my boutique sounds lovely, doesn't it Sluttershy?" >this time, Rarity calls you by the S-word >you feel your heart beating in your ears >thankfully, it doesn't seem like anyone heard >speaking of being heard, there aren't that many pedestrians outside >th-thank goodness... >you'd be stared at nonetheless, but at least it'd be by fewer people, right? >a car drives by and you hear the occupants howling at you and Rarity's direction >you yelp and hide behind Rarity again >"aww, don't be so shy, darling. boys will be boys. we'll take a short path to my boutique" >you begrudgingly follow her, tugging down your skirt >it's not like you could say no and go back home, Rarity has your apartment keys >you take meek steps in your less scandalous heels behind Rarity >gosh, they are really high... >... >...and you have to admit they make her legs look rather sexy >you can't help but wonder what it'd be like to strut so confidently in those >soon, you and Rarity are walking into a nearby park >"see? not a person around" >you disagree >you can plainly see people jogging, flying drones, grilling things... >"oh psh, hardly any people here compared to the sidewalks. we can always go back to the main road if you'd prefer that" >you dart your eyes as you follow her, seeing if there's a bathroom nearby to sneak inside and fix your underthings >a jogger runs past you two >he's clearly checking out both of you >"it feels so nice, isn't it Sluttershy?" >your face feels hot >there's no way that jogger didn't hear her call you that! >"just a few minutes down this way and my boutique's right across the main street. we live so close! it's strange how i haven't.. ehem, *indoctrinated* you to our friends' way of life" >Rarity raises her arms and stretches, making her dress hikes up a few inches >the hem of her dress sits lewdly over her underass >the rear slit flashing her pale ass with every step now >you want to say something... >she can't be doing this on purpose, right? >she continues walking for several more seconds with her arms stretched above her head >the clip-clop of her stripper heels ring in your ears >you wonder if she tailored her dress to the perfect length for this sort of "malfunction" >you clutch the hem of your own skirt, sorely reminded of how short they feel on your ass >a light breeze picks up >your skirt starts ballooning out around you >no! >thank god you were clutching at the hem at the right moment >you practically glue your hands down to your thighs >someone whistles from behind you >oh no! your rear... >you arch your back and try to get the backside of your skirt under control >instead, your hand makes contact with your half-covered asscheeks >h-he's seen everything... >you feel almost dizzy with panic >and a tinge of arousal? >you twist your torso around and clamp down front and back with your hands >you scurry next to Rarity >m-maybe that wolfish pervert would be distracted by Rarity's state of dress and stare at you less? >(check that out, bro) >(shit, nice) >you hear the whispers but pretend to not hear them >you glance over at Rarity >she's got the same glazed look she had at the apartment, clearly knowing and enjoying the attention >she quickly reaches for one of the wrinkles around her waist and tugs up her dress ever so slightly >you look away, totally embarrassed on her behalf >Rarity! how could she? >how is she such a thirsty slut? >you hear a camera app click >oh no... >they're taking creepshots of you and Rarity >"a-ahh~" >Rarity trips on a small pebble and spills a bunch of credit cards from her purse >"how clumsy of me, I guess i was so turned on by those two gentlemen and didn't bother to look where i'm stepping..." >like a good friend, you bend down to help her pick them up >gosh, that's a lot of credit cards >they all smell like Rarity's perfume, too >you quickly grab a few, but Rarity's hands just hover over yours, not doing much >what's she doing...? >you shove a few back into Rarity's purse >suddenly, her hand grabs yours >"(slow down, darling)" >huh? >you look at her >her face is scarlet red >"(trust me, just follow my lead)" >you glance downward and notice that she's not crouched >that's when you realize her posture and yours >you.... you bent over at the waist! >you hear more clicks from a phone app few yards behind you >you try to stand upright but Rarity grabs your shoulder and stops you >"(no-no, let Sluttershy out from the shell...)" >you can't believe this! >you're in a skimpy swimsuit and indecently short skirt worn over it, and... >you become very, very acutely aware of your bikini bottom pinching your asscheeks >another light breeze picks up and gently caresses your ass >you shudder despite feeling hot *everywhere* >"(nice and slow.. let's give them a show they'll never forget, shall we?)" >you swallow and obey >you slowly pick up one of the plastic cards and hand it to Rarity, >she takes it and puts it in her purse just as slowly >then another one >your knees wobble with panicked arousal and it makes you wiggle your ass without you wanting to >maybe realizing that you two are doing this on purpose, the two men walk closer >you hear them taking pics mere feet away >is... is this what being a slut is like? >Rarity's breaths get more labored and you smell something else in the air >her shoulder, pressed up against yours, starts to tremble >she's... oh my >she's getting so turned on by this >...and you think you are, too >your breasts hang heavy on your chest >that tiny bikini top is probably completely out of place now, you feel your stiff nipples rub against the fabric of your tank top >a growing dampness in your bikini bottom cools in the breeze, making you shudder like you're having an orgasm >another card goes back into Rarity's purse >(dude, these are fuckin' sluts!) >(look at the purple haired one, her thong's already drenched) >(god damn teasing whores) >(that pink haired one's wearing cute ones too, maybe she came back from the beach?) >another card >Rarity is audibly panting now >you feel your own breaths quicken >your hands are shaking with adrenaline and drop the card a few times >another card goes inside >Rarity's hands wander over her breasts, cupping them >she's not even bothering to pick up the cards anymore >she moans softly, bending over a little more >ohmygosh... >you pick up a few more cards, resisting the urge to let your own hands wander to your increasingly heavy breasts >no cards left >you and Rarity keep your posture >Rarity bites her lip and winks at you >"(great job~ you foxy slut, you...)" >Rarity spreads her legs shoulder width, arches her back, then slooowly stands back up >slow enough to let them gander at her soaked thong, and take a few more pictures >she turns her head around and smiles seductively at the two men >you meekly try to do something similar, but can't bring yourself to do it >you are shaking too much >...and you think flashing your bikini at strangers is sluttery enough for now >"well darlings, i can see that you enjoyed our little show..." >huh? >you look down at their pants instinctively >theyre' both pitching tents >o-oh my goodness... >"as much as me and Sluttershy here enjoyed your company, we have plans for today. perhaps next time we can take it further?" >the two men look absolutely dumb, still not believing their luck >"hmm... i suppose i can't just let you two leave without something to remember us by" >Rarity taps her chin, then snaps her finger >before you can react, she reaches under your skirt and tugs at the side knots of your scrunchback bikini >you feel your hips and ass suddenly freed of pressure as the whole thing comes off in Rarity's hands >you squeak out a yelp >Rarity! how could you... >Rarity smiles and tosses it playfully at one of the men >"her name's Sluttershy. you got to take pics of her wearing it, and now you get to keep it~" >they stare at your (!) untied bikini with wide eyes >one of them brings it up to his nose and takes a sniff >without knowing, you bite your lip >"I'm Rarity by the way. please include our names when you share those pics online?" >Rarity struts over to both of them, squeezes their hardened bulges, and walks down the path again >you meekly follow her >pantyless >desperately hoping that another breeze won't pick up and lift up your skirt >but not really >your mind is a storm of conflicting emotions >you shudder again as your own fluids start to cool around your inner thighs --- >you're Sluttershy >... >you might as well own up to it, huh? >you bent over at the waist in your slutty bikini and skirt with Rarity and gave a slutty public show to two dudes >and... >and you kinda liked it >your inner thighs are slick and cool with your own evaporating juices >your breasts are still heaving with your breaths >to think you committed sluttery with Rarity... >you can't believe it >now you're walking next to Rarity to her boutique, clinging to the hem of your skirt like your life depended on it >the fabric of your skirt brushes against your bare ass and hips >it feels odd... yet fantastic? >"that was a tantalizing distraction, wasn't it Sluttershy?" >no! >it was terrifying! >what if they started touching you and grabbing your breasts? >"oh, you'll learn to let yourself love it soon enough..." >the rest of the walk goes smoothly >only a stray park-goer glancing at you two, and Rarity winking at them or cupping her tits for them >now out of the park, you cross the street and enter Rarity's boutique >her boutique has changed since your CHS days >colorful slutwear of all types hang from the walls >some are fancy but revealing >others make your toes curl at the thought of wearing them in public >cupless corsets, fishnet things, slinky dresses with high side slits, slutty dancewear... >high heels and platform shoes of all types >chokers, elbow-length gloves, stockings, anklets... >you think you also recognize some pre-made cosplays >your eyes can't even take it all in >you also see some shoppers >unsurprisingly, they're dressed like sluts >one woman looks like she just walked out of a slutty rave, wearing a skimpy pleated skirt and a short blouse fitted more like a bra >she's holding a purple slinky dress in front of her to the mirror, side slits going well past where her panty straps would be >another woman is wearing a dark leotard and pantyhose, standing tiptoed in her red-soled high heels checking out a purple minidress >behind her, a hunky shop assistant stands close >a-and... he's stroking that woman's butt! >your heart skips a beat wondering how his hands would feel >a tall woman smiles and gives you a hungry look >"my my, Rares. got yourself another slut in training, did ya?" >it's Sassy Saddles >she's wearing an outfit totally inappropriate for a workplace >her breasts are nearly spilling out of the black corset squeezing her torso >her lower body is covered by nothing but a tight fitting black thong and equally severe thigh high stockings held up by garters attached to the corset >she towers over you in her platform heels >you can't help but gawk at her slutty garb >did Rarity make her wear this at work? >"Sassy Saddles! how's today so far?" >"oh, you know. breaking in our new assistant. he's such a hard working boy, but he gets a bit too grabby sometimes..." >behind you, you hear the leotard-clad woman moaning >you turn and see the male assistant kissing the woman's exposed neck >and his hands are... ohmygosh >all you can see is his hand pumping in and out underneath the bottom of the woman's leotard >"hey kid, get your fingers out of that lady's cunt! i swear, that boy's hands are glued to the patrons' pussies" >Rarity laughs >"well, i trust you to do the right thing, Sassy Saddles" >Sassy and Rarity share two kisses on the cheek and a brief tongue-heavy smooch >"don't worry Rares. off you go now with your girl-toy~" >you yelp as Sassy playfully gropes your left breast >you follow Rarity into the employees-only area of the boutique >behind you, you can hear Sassy yelling something about the store's "don't let our employees fuck you" policy and how the woman would be punished >your mind wanders about what kind of punishment that leotard-clad woman would be facing >this place is crazy! >Rarity is crazy! >you're crazy for following her! >you should just leave, maybe buy the least slutty panty off the rack to cover yourself, and never speak about this again! >but every time you want to stop, something inside you pushes forward >you're not enjoying this, are you? >"ta-da~" >you wake from your inner thought and look around you >the "employees only" area is not what you expected >there's a heart-shaped bed in the middle >a nightstand is next to it, and there are boxes of condoms and lube bottles on top >the walls are lined with more clothes hangars >they look like they have more variety than what's in the store, but less volume >like they were meant to be worn right here, not sold... >"have a look! do you like it, Sluttershy?" >you can't believe your eyes >did she make all these? >"oh good heavens, i only made about half of them myself. the other half is from an outlet that was going out of business. i bought all their slutwear catalog for cheap. there's even more of it in a storage unit, but this is basically all of it in terms of variety. but this being *my* boutique and all that, i couldn't really sell them here, so i decided to put them to a better use..." >Rarity winks at you and beckons you to to a small TV >it's playing some kind of porn >a heart shaped bed >two masked ladies, pale and blue >getting dicked and moaning >... >it's Rarity and Sassy! >she makes porn here?? >"oh, porn is so low-class. we prefer to call our product 'beyond boudoir' videos..." >the masked Rarity on TV is being flipped onto her back and her legs spread out like a crab >an unknown man pulls her lacy thong aside >Rarity sighs and moans softly >"i remember that man. his cock was EXCELLENT. i couldn't enjoy vibrators for a month because they just weren't as good as him." >Rarity struts over and pulls out a hangar >"i wore these for that shoot, what do you think?" >you realize that it's a full clothes-and-underwear set, just like the other ones all around you >a gothic looking dress hangs from the thick hangar, cut high around the sides and tapering down the back like a diamond >the front of it keeps going up >you don't think it'd hardly cover your crotch if you wore it >the neckline, while looking Victorian, is definitely low enough to show at least some areola >a bundle of frilly things hang on an attached hangar >the bra looks more like a strap harness and has no cups >the straps make an upside-down star shape with tight choker hole around the neck >the thong is similar: three straps in parallel for waistband, a thin strip of lace for coverage, running up behind to connect to the other end of the waistband >a pair of garter straps dangle from the waistband >a pair of thigh-high stockings with lacy band hang from them like unfurled donuts >on the floor where the outfit was hanging is a pair of 6-inch heeled boots with buckles and small padlocks >you look at the TV again >masked Rarity's body is being rocked back and forth now, her tongue lolling out from her mouth >you see the same outfit on her, slightly undone and her dress hiked up above her waist >"i had to get them cleaned twice to get rid of all his cum. it's a shame such lovely, tasty fluids leave horrible stains in fabrics" >her words ring hollow in your ears >you look around to the other outfits >you think they were put together with specific fetishes in mind >there's one that looks like something out of Sailor Moon, but with thigh-high heeled boots and nearly see-through leotard >there's that one-- it looks like Rarity's pony-up outfit but with a knee-length skirt that looks severely tight >and... oh! there's one that looks similar to your pony-up outfit, but much sluttier >the two parts of the hem meet much higher than you remember >you don't think you could wear it without flashing the neon pink panty hanging in front of it >it's also got a plunging backline >"oh, those. it turns out some of our "clients" have a thing for pony-up girls from when they were kids. they don't seem to remember our faces though. that's pony magic, i suppose. i *really* enjoy getting fucked in those." >s-someone has a fetish for pony-up girls? >and you specifically? >you feel your ears pounding with heartbeat >Rarity... or maybe Sassy... they let random men fuck them on camera >dressed like you... >you touch your face with trembling hands >you feel something hot running down your inner thighs >why did that turn you on so much? >Rarity glances at your thighs and smirks >"say, darling... would you like to try on your pony-up costume?" >... >y-yes, please...