Sunday, October 25, 2015 / Daytime
Today's Horoscope (Virgo): Others may insist on violating your personal space today.

Today it's just me, Twilight, Rainbow Dash, and Rarity at the dorm. Pinkie Pie went to work before anybody woke up, Cadance and Shining Armor are taking a "mini-honeymoon" day up at the lake, Applejack met up with her family in town to do some shopping, and Fluttershy is volunteering at the animal shelter.

"Have you given any thought to what you might dress up as for Halloween?" Rarity asks.

"I'm goin' as Daring Do!" Rainbow declares proudly. "Already ordered my costume last night, I should have it by Thursday."

"I...have no idea what to go as," Twilight says.

"Me either," I say. "Even as a kid I never really dressed up for Halloween."

"Oh, your poor dear!" Rarity says. "Well..." She looks the two of us over, and gets a starry look in her eyes. "I-deeeee-aaaaa!" she sings, clasping her hands together.

I'm suddenly getting a shiver down my spine. I look at Twilight, and she looks similarly nervous.

"Yes, I know exactly what to dress the two of you up as," Rarity says. "I'll just need to take some fine measurements...Flash, I'll start with you."

Before I can protest, Rarity has pulled me up off the couch and dragged me upstairs to her room.

"Strip to your skivvies, darling," Rarity says as she begins rummaging around in her desk.

"Uhh...what?"

"Well, you want your costume to fit perfectly, don't you?" Rarity asks. "Don't be embarrassed. I assure you, I'm a complete professional."

I swallow nervously, but strip to my boxer shorts. Rarity turns around, now wearing red-rimmed glasses and holding a long measuring tape, a notepad, and a pencil. "Very well then, let's get started."

Rarity begins measuring me, giving me instructions and writing down numbers. Being in my underwear, with a gorgeous girl who's barefoot and wearing a T-shirt and extremely short, tight shorts invading my personal space, produces an embarrassing reaction that, try as I might, I can't prevent.

Rarity looks up from measuring my inseam, frowning. "I'm not measuring that," she says flatly.

I feel my face heating up. "I'm sorry!" I say. "It's—"

Rarity laughs. "I'm not offended, darling. Quite the contrary, I'm flattered." She continues taking measurements; I can tell she's trying very hard not to stare at my general groin area. As soon as she announces she's finished, I scramble to get dressed and flee.

As soon as I'm in the lounge, I grab a random magazine off the coffee table and sit down, opening it in my lap. "She's ready for you now, Twilight," I say.

Twilight gives me a funny look, then shrugs, sets down the book she's reading, and goes upstairs.

Once she's gone, Rainbow smirks at me. "That's one heck of a boner ya got there."

I finally manage to get myself under control by the time Twilight returns to the lounge, which is almost twenty minutes later. She's completely crimson. "That was...really embarrassing," she says.

"Yeah, having Rarity tell you to strip to your underwear then getting all...up close and personal...is a little weird," I say.

Twilight's blush actually deepens. "Underwear? I, uh..." She coughs.

Rainbow Dash busts out laughing. "She made you get naked?!"

"She needed to take measurements!" Twilight cries.

"What, was she measuring your camel toe?" Rainbow asks, snickering.

Twilight doesn't say anything. She just sits down, squirming and pressing her thighs tightly together.

Rainbow Dash stares at her. "OH. MY. GOD."

Oh, hi there boner. Didn't expect to see you again so soon.

"Let's talk about Pinkie Pie's birthday party!" Twilight says very loudly.

"That's a good idea!" I say, equally loudly. "Let's do that!"

We spend the rest of the day making plans for Pinkie's party, only stopping when the others begin returning to the dorm around dinnertime.

Sunday, October 25, 2015 / Evening

As bedtime approaches, I'm headed for my room when Twilight calls out to me. She rushes up the hall, stopping inches away.

"I've been thinking," she says. "On Pinkie's birthday, I don't think we should leave her alone. Not even for one second."

I think back to Twilight's birthday, and how she was attacked and nearly killed because she was alone...

"Good call," I say. "We'll have to stick to Pinkie Pie like glue until midnight."

Twilight goes back to her room, and I get ready for bed. Whatever happens on Wednesday, we'll be ready...