Indoctrinating Sluttershy 3


                                            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"