Amethyst is anxious. As the bus she just exited hisses and rolls away from the curb, the twenty-something brushes a lock of lilac colored bangs out of her face and glances up and down the sidewalk. All around her people stroll through their daily lives, utterly oblivious to the young woman. But she can't help feeling as though all their eyes are locked squarely on her.

I don't belong here, she thinks to herself as she begins to move along the crowded sidewalk and closer to the buildings. A few impolite nudges further cement the thought of not being part of this world as she leans against a solidly built brick structure to catch her breath, watching the world go buy.

Trips to the city are always a little nerve-wracking. Compared to the smaller communities on the outskirts, the city is like an entirely different beast; a wild and untamed concrete jungle. It’s enough to make her head spin.

But today, she’s here for a purpose: to get her hands on one of the wildly popular Princess Dresses. Part of a promotion for a newly opened clothing store, every girl she’s talked to about it has said that the dress is to die for. It’s a little short, only coming up to mid-thigh, with sheer fabric running up the sides, a low neckline and almost entirely backless, it’s the ideal cocktail dress. Not that Amethyst goes to a lot of cocktail parties, or wears clothes quite so racy, but at the bargain basement prices she’s hearing about, it’s impossible to pass up on such a deal.

So, steadying herself with a couple deep breaths, the anxious young woman pushes her way back through the crowd. Looking up at the storefronts, she continues to mutter the name of the store to herself as she searches, “Canterlot Carousel, Canterlot Carousel…” Over and over, like a mantra Amethyst clings to the comfort that comes from repetition until, at last, the bright and eye-catching marquee catches her eye.

The Canterlot Carousel.

As with most storefront property in the city, it’s not especially unique, but the mannequins in the window do have a certain charm. If by charm one means a whole lot of leg showing out of a pair of booty shorts. Good gracious! But, having already come this far, Amethyst gulps and pushes her way into the store.

Overhead, a bell rings and the noise from outside quickly fades to a quiet din. At once, a peppy voice calls from somewhere out of sight, “Be with you in just a minute! Just take a look around!” Amethyst gives a small sound of affirmation before glancing around the store cautiously. Like the mannequins in the windows, the ones in the store are dressed in attire that is only just street legal, if that.

Airy tops that don’t look like they touch the skin at all reveal magnitudes of cleavage on the overly busty, faceless dolls. The shorts and skirts aren’t much better, showing the highly detailed slopes of the model’s exposed cheeks, as well as flashy and saucy panties. Even knowing the mannequins aren’t real people, the sheer amount of exposed, drywall-like flesh has the lilac-haired woman fanning herself for air from embarrassment!

“Oof, sorry about the wait, but I’m here now!” the voice from before calls, allowing the now-dizzy woman to focus in on something a little less exaggerated and more human. At least, that’s what Amethyst thinks before catching sight of the attendant.

Legs; the woman is practically made of leg: long, lean, lovely, and stretching upwards for an eternity. Amethyst is of average height on a good day, and still this woman towers over her, though the heels help a bit in that regard. Even still, the twenty-something only manages to come up to chest height on the larger woman. And it is an impressive sight! Much like the models, the saleswoman is stacked; perhaps not to the point of them being too unwieldy or unnatural, but certainly large enough to jiggle as she prances to a stop in front of Amethyst and extends a hand.

“Sassy Saddles,” she says with a smirk, “Manager of Canterlot Bimbotique!”

Scrunching up her face for a moment, Amethyst mouths the unfamiliar name and glances around the store. “Amethyst Star,” she finally response, the hesitant tone in her voice far too obvious, “I think I might be in the wrong store.”

The statuesque woman raises an eyebrow and tuts a few times with her tongue. “Oh do you? Well, where exactly are you looking to go?”

“C-Canterlot Carousel?”

Orange eyes brighten as Sassy smiles and holds out a hand to the store with a flourishing flip of her wrist. “Well strike that thought from your mind, because you’re already here at the newest, most forward thinking fashion showcase in the city!”

Amethyst glances around, biting her lip and drinking in the rather raunchy clothing selection. There really must be a mistake. So, taking a deep breath, she tries again to clarify that this is not the store she’s supposed to be in. “Actually, I’m looking to buy a Princess Dress, so if you could point me in the right direction-”

Sassy sighs, tutting again and shaking her head as she presses a finger to the smaller woman’s lips. “Oh bubbles and bellbottoms dear, you’re not going to find a Princess Dress here.” Amethyst sighs in relief before the taller woman continues, “In fact, you won’t find one anywhere.”

The purple-haired woman’s mouth drops a little, but Sassy closes it with a simple lift of her finger. Amethyst’s mind whirrs as she struggles to process this latest bit of information. “What? But, I thought that… Princess Dress…”

“Yes, yes, we are all very distraught about the dress’ discontinuation,” the manager says with a small pout. “But after a lengthy discussion with the clothier, we both decided that it would be a good idea to diversify our selection of products.” There’s a brief pause, before the woman titters. “Well, that and she simply got tired of making them. But would you look at this little number she did for me?”

Sassy spins on one of her towering heels, letting loose a small, delighted sound as the triangular wedges of fabric that rest along her thighs begin to rise up. And up, and up, until she’s revealing her entire lower body to the world. Including the only truly out of place thing about her: Sassy’s truly massive backside.

Jutting out almost shelf-like from her comparatively modest hips, it slopes smoothly all the way down to her tapering thighs. With a bright colored thong wedged up snugly in between her cheeks, each mass is clearly distinct from the other, moving with an easy and practice shake. After a few hypnotic seconds, Amethyst averts her eyes and coughs a little.

“That, uh, that’s great, but I’d really like to get a Princess Dress…”

Sassy’s heel clatters back to the ground as she frowns at her customer. Her head still wobbling a little from the spin, she clears her throat and says, quite simply, “Well that’s too bad, because there is no Princess Dress.” And, without missing a beat, “However I do have something that you would look absolutely gorgeous in!”

“No, I-” Amethyst whimpers, feeling Sassy’s hand wrap around her wrist and tug her towards the dressing room.

“Now, now, don’t you fret; by the time I’m done with you, the men won’t be able to take their eyes off you!”

That’s not what she wants. Scratch that, it’s definitely not what she wants! But, unable to protest, the smaller woman finds herself at the manger’s mercy as she’s stripped and redressed over and over and over.

It’s a little like being a doll, the younger woman thinks as Sassy comes back with another miniskirt and tube top. She’s being manhandled by the mature manager and there’s not much that she can do about it when faced with the larger woman’s rather imposing presence. And, truth be told, the more clothing she tries on, the less anxious Amethyst feels about wearing them.

So what if there’s a little bit of ass cleavage on display? Or that Canterlot Bimbotique’s wonderbras seem to lift and separate better than any other bra she’s tried before? Heck, she looks almost curvaceous in these clothes!

Allowing herself the small pleasure of voguing in front of the mirror, she blows a gentle kiss to her rather saucy reflection, before squeaking as the curtain is pulled back again. Sassy wears a knowing smile as she catches Amethyst in the act, dropping her latest finds to the side and nodding.

“That’s it,” she says with a nod, her eyes drinking in the still embarrassed purple-headed woman’s body. The skirt is barely enough to cover her butt; a good stiff breeze could have Amethyst flashing her panties to any lucky pedestrian behind her. And the top? Thin spaghetti straps barely hold up a short piece of fabric that only goes down to the middle of her torso, allowing her belly button to duck in and out from behind the hem of the tube top as she walks. It’s hardly anything that Amethyst would be caught dead in.

“I’ll be wearing it out then,” the lilac-haired girl grins, much to Sassy’s delight.

Out in the store proper, the colorful manager rings her customer up. As with the Princess Dress, the price is negligible, enough to make Amethyst believe she’s getting a truly wonderful steal. Packing the rather bland dress that the younger girl had walked in wearing away in a Canterlot Carousel bag, Sassy hands over her receipt and grins.

“Now remember to hold onto that dear; Sometimes it takes a little while to get used to a new style, so if you find that things are a little small or snug over the next few days, you come right back and I will be happy to find you something better fitting.”

“I will, and maybe I’ll buy some matching shoes next time too!” Amethyst says with a grin, her entire body tingling with excitement. The two say their goodbyes and the bell rings again as she steps out onto the street.

The world seems to slow for a moment as eyes drift onto her exposed body. Biting her lip, Amethyst rubs her thighs together and tries to ignore the suddenly persistent tingle in between her legs. So this is what being the center of attention really feels like, she thinks to herself, mincing her way down the sidewalk; savoring every stare she can feel.

Canterlot Bimbotique is the best.