Sunday, October 25, 2015

Today's Horoscope (Libra): Somebody close to you might be sharing something they're not supposed to when you're not looking.

Afternoon

Flash sure has been acting weird since he came downstairs...

I wonder...

Rarity's ready to take my measurements. I knock on her door.

"Come in, Twilight!" she calls.

I walk in. Rarity is dabbing some kind of lotion on her face. "What's that?" I ask.

"Oh, just an astringent," she says. "I came down with a sudden case of feeling like my pores were all clogged, has that ever happened to you?"

"Not really." I smell spearmint. A lot of it. There's a container of mints on the desk. I guess even a girl as glamorous as Rarity has to worry about her breath sometimes.

Rarity scrubs at her face with a pad for a minute, then tosses it in the wastepaper basket and rubs her hands down with hand sanitizer. She turns a bright smile on me. "Alright now, darling...I need you to undress."

"Undress?" I take a step back. "Umm...why—"

"I'm going to be taking very exact measurements," Rarity says.

I suppose that makes sense...

I strip down to my underwear, blushing.

Rarity shakes her head. "All the way, Twilight."

"Wh-what?"

"I need to measure everything, darling."

What kind of perverted costume is she planning to make me wear? "Umm..."

"You trust me, don't you?"

I sigh. "Of course I do...I think..."

"I'm going to make you and Flash the best costumes I possibly can," Rarity says. "You're absolutely going to love them! But if it's going to fit just right, you need to cooperate here."

I sigh and remove my bra. "Umm...panties too?" I ask.

"Panties too," Rarity says.

I really hope nobody barges in here...

I finish undressing, laying my bra and panties on the bed where I can get at them quickly. Rarity picks up her measuring tape and advances on me. "Now then! Let us begin, shall we?"

I can't help but notice that the lotion she used on her face has a very strong, fragrant smell. And a bite of alcohol...

It's impossible to fight down the heat building in my face as Rarity measures every inch of my body. She takes the measurements I was expecting—height, bust, waist, hips, and so forth...

"Uhh...Rarity?"

"Yes?"

"Wh-what are you d—why are you measuring me THERE?!"

"It's complicated, darling. Do trust your tailor!"

"Are you just messing with me now? Ack! That's cold! Don't...hey! AAAHHH!"

Downstairs...