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[==The bell let out its pleasant little chime, informing the seamstress of her newest arrival. She came from around the corner and gave a warm, welcoming smile to her customer.
"Welcome, welcome! How may I help you today?" Rarity asked and looked over the guest. Applejack kicked the door behind her closed and looked over at the tailor. Her breasts were bound together by 'standard' barbarian armor however the center knot was not normal. Clearly, at some point, this earth pony had seen battle and her 'armor' damaged. Applejack put her gloved hands on her hips and spoke.
"Ah need you to repair mah under plates here," Applejack said. Rarity nodded and keenly observed her in the full. So they were an additional layer of armor, that made Applejack far more civil than Rarity originally assumed.
"Rather brazen of you to come in here dressed like this... I do understand, one must protect the sensitive bits the most! It must have been quite the battle if all that's holding it together is a single knot," Rarity motioned towards the backroom.
"You should see mah armor. That thing's more dented than the cobblestone road out there," Applejack chuckled as she followed Rarity to the back room. It was filled with spools of thread and an assortment of dresses that were waiting to be finished. Much to her surprise, Rarity was suddenly at her flank and the unicorn's deft fingers fiddling with the straps of Applejack's bra. The large, if not huge, white breasts of the unicorn pushed against her back. The fabric of her uniform went taut and Applejack swore she could feel the thin laces of the lingerie below the standard cloth. After a moment, the earth pony's ears turned to hear what Rarity had to say about the damages to her under armor.
"Strained threads... broken scales...." And a handful of other mumbling escaped from the seamstress' mess of words that Applejack struggled to understand. Suddenly a new sensation rushed throughout her body as Rarity's hands began to explore the plump gamboge breasts.
"For a mare of battle, you're quite well endowed," Rarity whispered directly into Applejack's ear, her tone hot and sultry. Applejack blushed deeply and turned her head to look at the seamstress.
"Now listen here-"
"Ssh... allow me to handle the goods," Rarity offered. She plucked the first string of the front knot out of the air and gave it a gentle tug. A moment later the knot was undone and Applejack's breasts were freed from their restraints. Rarity's hands caught the 'armor' in her palms and squished it up against the large breasts they once protected.
"Nothing quite like mine but certainly admirable... very firm for their size," Rarity admired as she hefted Applejack's bosom upwards, testing their weight. Applejack grit her teeth, doing her best to resist the charms of the seamstress' fingers. Applejack bent forward, using the table for balance as her knees began to go weak from bliss. Rarity leaned in close, the curl of her purple mane brushing up against Applejack's neck. Veins pulsed and throbbed as her heart beat as quick as a drum. Rarity's fingers crawled forward on the steel scales of the bikini and slowly fingered Applejack's areola once within range. Her brown nipples began to peak, becoming erect from the tailor's touch.
"We'll certainly have to ensure that these won't get chafed now... Hmmm..." Rarity smirked and gave Applejack's breasts one last squish before pulling the ruined bra away from its owner. She took a full step back, holding the damaged goods between a single finger and thumb.
"Give me an hour darling and I'll have your under 'armor' ready to go. The bathroom is just around the corner if you need to relieve yourself. Ta-ta!" Rarity giggled as she hurried up the stairs to her private work room. Applejack, still hunched over the table, panted in bliss. Perhaps she did need a few minutes alone...
Never doubt the seamstress' methods! She's got to figure out the sizes some how, though maybe next time Rarity should consider using a measuring tape.
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