@Scrounge
Specifically he’s Anonymous with a generic human face, skintone, and features rather than the faceless green bald man. Take a look.
I didn’t invent the concept, of course, but I’m proud to say I coined the term.
@Background Pony #3972
I don’t even think the dress creatures themselves have a name. I’ve taken to calling them Nightmare Dresses. She herself definitely doesn’t, though.
@Parallel Black @Nittany Discord
Poor Rarara. I wonder why every main character except Applejack has crippling mental issues?
@Nittany Discord
Good stuff. I find it kind of funny that this can be read as if Rarity has gone insane, and is pretending that one of her dresses is her daughter.
@Badumsquish
It’s a busy day for Rarity, not in the normal sense of her job, but for the fact that she has some errands to run.
“Mommy.”
“I’m busy, honey.”
Rarity pampered herself as usual, taking her time so that she can pretty herself up to her high standards. Make-up, perfume, eyelashes, and a quick bath. Only perfection will do.
“Mommy, what’s taking so long.”
“Sweetie, you don’t expect me to go out looking like I just came from Applejack’s farm. Now calm down and I’ll be there as soon as I’m done.”
“But I want to go now!”
“Darling, I’m almost finished. Now just wait. I’m putting on my face.”
“Okay, mommy.”
Minutes later, Rarity exited the bathroom and headed for her bedroom. She entered her closet to get a few things, only to feel two fabric-flesh sleeves wrap around her neck.
“Mommy! I missed you so much.”
“Hello there darling. I missed you too. Now I told you I would be out soon.”
“Yes, and you look gorgeous.”
The talking dress hugged her once more, her face full of happiness as her skirt flowed with excitement. Rarity smiled and kissed the dress, loving it like one of her own.
“Alright sweetie, it’s time to go. Are you ready?”
“As ever! YAY!”
Rarity lifted the dress from the hanger and let the dress make a hole for her head. She then lowered the dress over her body, letting the dress wiggle itself on and fasten itself to the white unicorn.
“Mommy, you feel so soft and cuddly, not all scaly like Spike.”
“Yes, darling, well you shouldn’t be mean to him. He offered to let you be worn by him as a favor.”
“I know, mommy.”
“Spike loves you as much as I do. Now who’s my pretty wootty dressy wessy?”
“I am, mommy!” And the dress kissed Rarity on the cheek.
Rarity grabbed her saddlebags and slung them over her back gently, being careful not to hurt her “daughter.” She then trotted downstairs before opening the door to her boutique.
“C’mon, let’s show the world how fabulous we can be,” Rarity said as she stepped outside with confidence.
I had to write this before I forgot or fell out of the mood to do it. Was tempted to self-insert, but I think Rarity works better here.
@Parallel Black
Of course. While she might be a half pony half nightmare dress, she’s still a dress and appreciates being snuggly wrapped all over someone else. So far, however, the only one who has worn her is Spike. She just has to lean her head over a bit.
@Nittany Discord
It’s akin to a hug/cuddle to her, except one that can last all day!
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