"Oh Yang~" Rarity sang out.

"Rarity, get out of my kitchen, please," I said calmly as I looked over some steaks on the grill. "I'm sure it's important, but I think it can wait a bit."

"Oh, but this is extremely important~"

"Is something attacking Ponyville or the residents?"

"Well, no, but-"

"Then please get out."

"I. . . I'll see myself out, then." The closing doors signalled Rarity's welcome departure from the kitchen.

"Any idea on what that was about?" Silver asked.

"Knowing her, and some recent events, I think she has some new clothes for me." As I flipped one steak and slid another onto a plate, I smiled inside at the idea. At the same time, another part of me was saying that I had enough clothes and didn't need more.

More importantly though, I kept my attention on the grill. The presumed clothes could wait. The food in front of me could not.

I drove to Rarity's a few days later, and found the inside to be eerily lit, and Rarity was sitting at a desk, her back facing me. "You're late, Yang Xiao Long," she said in a fashionably ominous voice.

"How did you know it was me?"

Rarity turned around and the lighting seemed to brighten a bit. "It wasn't you that came in the first few times I tried that, and I did apologize for those mistakes, but here we are now."

"I'm guessing you have some clothes for me?"

"That's an understatement." Rarity levitated a large shipping crate that looked like it had no business being in the boutique out to the middle of the floor. "And. . . I may have made them without sleeping for a week again."

"Rarity. . ."

She held her forehooves up defensively. "I promise I've slept since I finished them! And I did make a few more things since then as well."

"Well, if you say so." I looked back at the crate. "How did you even get this in here?"

"I built it right here."

"Then how are we going to get it out?"

"It's simple. We. . . I did not think this through."

I sighed. "I'll go get Twilight, then. In the meantime-" I took the choker off my neck and held it out for Rarity. "-could you do some touch up work on this? It's starting to fray."

Rarity accepted the choker. "Of course. I'll see you in a bit, then."

"Rarity, I can't fit in a coin."

She gave me a very flat look at the pun. "Out with you!"

I came back with Twilight later than I would have liked. Blueblood was pleading with her to grant him his title and status back, and she was having none of it. Spike let me in to watch, and I had to admit, the stallion knew how to plead. If it wasn't for his actions against me, it might have worked. I even had the honor of throwing him out of the courtroom when Twilight asked me to do so, and his expression was priceless.

"Rarity, why would you build a shipping crate in here when you can't get it out?" Twilight asked when she saw the crate.

"It seemed like a good idea at the time," Rarity explained as she returned the choker. "And it also gave me an idea of when to stop making things for Yang and get some sleep."

"Why am I not surprised? Yang, where do you want this to go?"

"There should be space in my room back home," I informed her. "I can take care of it from there."

"Alright." Twilight's horn lit up, and the crate vanished, though for some reason, one box didn't go through and fell to the floor. "Hm? That should have gotten all of them."

I picked up the box and saw a single word written on its surface: Hunter. "What's this one?" I opened it and saw, neatly folded up, an outfit from RWBY. As the label said, it was the Hunter outfit.

"Hm?" Rarity took a look at the contents. "Ah, I remember that one. Kind of. I know the materials for that one were in their own container with my regular shipments, but I didn't order them. I also started on it immediately once I saw the pictures."

"Kind of like my shell bands. Come to think of it, I haven't gotten any new ones for a while." I put the lid back on the box and held it under my arm. "I'll try this on when I get back home. Oh, Rarity, I have something for you."

"Oh?"

Twilight took that as her cue and teleported the chest full of bits off the back of Bumblebee and into the boutique. "That should be enough to cover your materials."

Rarity looked like she really wanted to object. "I'm not going to get out of refusing, am I?"

"Nope."

"I guess I have no choice, then. I'll accept it."

"Have a good day, Rarity," I said as Twilight and I left. "Thanks for the help, Twilight."

"It's no problem," Twilight casually said as we got on Bumblebee. "Honestly, I'm glad you came by. I needed a reason to get some fresh air for a bit."

"Couldn't you just say you're going out for a short break and everyone would have to wait?"

"That is completely within my power to do, but it's not a good idea, even if it is for my health. Say, how does an outdoor court sound, weather permitting?"

I could practically hear the gears in her head turning. "It sounds like a breath of fresh air to me."

A moment and a flat glare later, Twilight teleported away. I shrugged and started up Bumblebee for the short drive home.

While business went on downstairs, I started looking through what Rarity had made for me. She'd made a bit of everything, and all of it looked really good. Some of the boxes held sets of clothes, others held multiples of a particular piece of clothing. "What should I try on first?"

As I looked through the many options, I found myself returning to the boxed Hunter outfit time and again. “Eh, may as well go with this one first.” After spreading out the various pieces on the bed and getting ready to put them on, I realized that I had no idea where to start.

I noticed a hint of white in the belt pouch and took it out. It was a folded piece of paper, and inside was a diagram of the outfit, each piece with its own number on it. It didn’t take long for me to figure out that it was an instruction manual, which was very helpful.

The first things to go on were a pair of thin, yet very comfortable socks that didn’t go very far above my ankles. They were simple and plain, nothing much to them, but as I wore them, they started feeling more and more like they just came out of the dryer. “What I wouldn’t do for laundry machines. . .”

The second part took a bit of assembly before I could put it on, consisting of a garter belt and thigh high leather and mesh stockings with studs above the knees. Putting them on took some gentle effort and patience on my part, but once they were in place, they felt very comfortable, soon feeling like they too had come out of the dryer. “Weird. . . No complaints, though.” As I got used to the unfamiliar garments, I looked over the remaining pieces and the diagram. “Looks like it’s just layers from here on out.”

The next piece to go on was a small black dress that clung to my body, followed by a sleeveless one that zipped up similarly to my work top, though only to the top of my waist. As both pieces started to warm up, I decided to look at myself in the mirror. “I look good. I’ll look even better once everything’s on.”

The belt was a little tricky to figure out with the extra length on the left side and lack of belt loops on the tan dress, but once it was on, along with the pouch, it felt like it wouldn’t go anywhere. I was tempted to put the bit of purple fabric in place, but the paper suggested putting it on last for some reason. Having followed it faithfully thus far, I decided to not skip the steps, even if it would have made sense.

After putting on an amethyst and gold amulet, I put on the small, high collared item that I didn’t want to call a small jacket, but I couldn’t think of what else to call it. Once the strap that went over my collarbone was secured and the Ember Celica were back on my wrists, I looked at myself in the mirror again with a smile. I was looking really good.

Once I was done admiring myself, I picked up the shoes and started putting them on. “Who’s idea was it to have five buckles on these things? At least they’re not heels. And they look very durable too.” Thankfully, the ribbons on the backs of the shoes were already placed and tied into neat bows, so all I had to do was wonder whose idea it was to put them there.

Finally, I put the bit of purple fabric in its place, which included bunching it up and threading it through a pair of small loops on the inside of the pouch and the lower belt strap. Once it was in place and definitely not going anywhere on its own, I registered the outfit in the buckle and then things started getting weird.

I felt water flowing through a pipe under my floor.

Colors and details started to come out in extreme definition.

I heard the sounds of the kitchen, including an order for a baked potato with burnt ends.

I was able to smell the food cooking in the kitchen.

When I licked my lips from the scent, I tasted the food in the air.

“What’s going on here?” I looked around and everything felt. . . slower.

I saw a fly take off from my desk and I followed its path as it flew around, the buzzing very audible to me, even across the room. When it got close enough to me, I caught and crushed the annoying bug in one attempt.

After a few more minutes of wearing the Hunter outfit, I picked the buckle back up, selected Path of Blossoms, and switched outfits. As soon as I had the floral kimono, everything returned to normal and I collapsed onto my bed with a headache. “Okay, that was. . . unexpected.” I picked up the box lid and looked at the outfit’s name. “Hunter. Sensory enhancement. Appropriate name. Could be useful.”

If the teleportation failure back at Carousel Boutique was any indicator, it probably had an aura of total magic immunity, kind of like the Ember Celica. I didn’t want to test it, and I started wondering how Rarity could have made such a thing if it couldn’t be affected by magic.

I decided that the best course of action was to take some more time to lay there and keep recovering from the brief sensory enhancement. Asada chose that moment to come in and lay down on the bed, curling up next to me for a nap. She’d grown quite a bit, and was almost able to hold me like I was a pillow. “Yeah, I think Asada’s got the right idea.” I took the Ember Celica off, scratched the bear between her ears, and dozed off with her.

Author's Notes:

As of the posting of this chapter, I have a rather small backlog of chapters and I'm starting to run low on ideas for content, so if you have something you'd like to see, or maybe you want to do a crossover, let me know.