"These boots have been made with utmost care, But their fit, I can't bear!"

"Oh, don't fret, Zecora! It happens to everypony! In due time, they'll fit you like a glove!" Rarity addressed the Zebra through the changing room divider, hoping her ensemble fit her newest client just right.

"Hardly, this weather is bliss! No need for Gloves, not need for mitts!"

"Welp, not yet, anyway!" Rarity chirped happily, tapping her pumps to the rhythm of the easy listening tune playing overhead in her boutique. "We'll cross that bridge once it starts to snow! But, we're getting ahead of ourselves, aren't we? Are you ready to present yourself, darling?"

Zecora responded by pushing the hanging drapes apart, standing tall and proud in her new outfit as she ran a hand through her styled mane (courtesy of Rarity's most esteemed and highly recommended hair stylist who practically jumped at the chance to work on the mane of a Zebra!) that draped over her new crop top that proudly displayed her strong abdomen before tapering off with a short skirt held aloft by a sturdy yet intricately designed belt. Truth be told, Zecora couldn't remember the last time her hair felt so soft, or better, ever smelled so good!

"Oh, simply marvelous!" Rarity clapped, proud of her talent for blending opposing styles into one ensemble. "A ravishing clash of Modern Chic and Exotic flair! Well, don't just stand there, darling! Step out into the spotlight and show me your better side!"

Zecora blinked, then blushed, sheepishly clenching her fists as she realized she needed to now move in her new heels.

She never prepared for that!

Swallowing her pride as sweat began to drip from her brow, Zecora took one exceptionally clumsy step forward and nearly fell off balance.

"I don’t mind the outfit nor my styled mane!" Zecora began, blushing as she awkwardly clopped forward in her now heavier-set feet that hobbled over the tiles with the grace of a drunken Manitcore. "But as for my feet-" Zecora took a hearty gulp as the pain in her ankles assumed direct control. "I am clearly in pain!"

Zecora's eyes then went wide, her next step folding in on itself as her ankle tilted and nearly sent her tumbling down, only to be spared at the last minute by the firm yet tender hand of Rarity who caught her mid-fall.

"Perish the thought, Zecora!" Rarity assured the Zebra with a reassuring smile. "You came to me wanting to prep yourself for the upcoming Ponyville Dance and I never, ever! Let a client down! Now, watch, and observe! One-" The Unicorn planted her red pump down to the tile like an anchor, something Zecora envied with quiet jealously. "Two-!" Rarity followed the prior pump up with the other, her dagger heels unimpeded by the sudden strut of her hips under her tapered slacks. "Three!" Rarity finished her strut with a tug on her suspenders and a spin on the tiles to showcase her mastery of the stilettos. "The spin is of course, optional!"

Zecora nodded in agreement, following Rarity's strut with utmost precision. One, two, three! Over and over again Zecora strutted her hips with the Seamstresses hand guiding her path, soon enough her doubts relinquished their grip as every tender and reassuring squeeze of her hand led her to more elegant displays of stiletto mastery.

Soon enough, Zecora's blush dissipated as her confidence reached an all-time high, one final one two and a three and she finished with a spin mid-jump, landing firmly on the hard tile with a resounding TACK and a wag of her tailored tail.

"Oh, practically stupendous, Zecora! I knew you could do it! You'll be tearing up that dance floor in no time if I do say so myself! Big Mac would have a hard time keeping up with you if you keep this up!"

"I feel like a new Mare!" Zecora nearly cheered, running a hand through her mane once more. "With Joy, I can compare!"

"Now-" Rarity flattened out her blouse with the press of a free hand as she readjusted her red glasses. "-For stairs training."

Zecora's heart suddenly went cold. "What stairs?"

Rarity raised an eyebrow at the lack of a following rhyme, something Zecora caught and fixed by straightening her posture and planting her hands confidently on her hips. "-Fret not, for I am training for such perplexing affairs!"

Close enough.

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Another oldie of a com from  chibiusa165 which is crazy because I must have ordered this one in my early 20's when the show was still in it's prime, we all out here getting old D:

I recall this being a companion piece for a fanfic I was intending to write at the time which would have followed Rarity making a new outfit ensemble for Zecora after the Zebra saves the Seamstress from a confrontation with a local Made Stallion from a Manehatten Mafia outfit. If I recall, it was gonna end with the party getting crashed by the mob whose Don was an amalgamation of multiple Joe Pesci characters lol maybe I should come back to that one day.

It was fun to write this one too, even if Zecora is both a joy and pain to work with. There's a bunch of rhyme translators out there now but a lot of them suck, go figure lol. Good for pointers but you gotta fill in a lot of the gaps 90% of the time.