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INCOMING WRITEFAGGOTRY.
!AUGPONI2JY 12/14/11(Wed)06:54 No.32319435
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 >pic related, request/inspiration. probably going to work on the dress bit some other time.
You'd had an...interesting day with Rarity, after the initial awkward introductions and that incident with the limb-swapping. In hindsight, the two of you could've gone out on the town wearing each other's limbs - your new ebony-and-gold replacements looked quite nice on her, so who knows? It might've started a new fashion trend. But the chance is past, it's the following day, and you're spending the day in Carousel Boutique ensuring that your new limbs are entirely to your liking. The fact that you're also spending time with Rarity, well, that's just a bonus.
It's quite nice, actually. The conversation is intellectually stimulating - trading reasons why you each chose to get augmentations, ethical considerations, public perception of those with augs before augmented fashion became a Thing, that sort of thing - and in all honesty? It's fascinating to watch her work. Her movements are purposeful as she follows your stride, every glimmer from her horn is precise and measured as she fine-tunes the responsiveness of your limbs, and you find yourself having difficulty pinning down where the line between Rarity and her prosthetics is drawn. In a word, she's beautiful.
Then one of her forelegs locks up, the faint seams between the ceramic panels glowing red. She stumbles as the limb goes dead, muttering a curse in French as she recovers, then scowls down at the offending prosthetic. "I don't quite know how," She gives the limb a sharp twist with her telekinesis, then lifts the now-disconnected device into the air with a snort of frustration, "But I've yet to get this one's charging cycle synched with the other three. It almost seems to enjoy dropping dead while I'm working. I have a spare set in the other room. Do excuse me for a moment?" |
