Fluttershy and her pet Anon

“Well, I suppose it means you are good with humans, or something? These things can be pretty cryptic you know. My cutie mark is 3 gems, my special talent is a spell to locate precious stones, yet I run a boutique as a fashionista! There really are no hard and fast rules on how you use your special talent…”

Sweetie Belle looked guilty and nervous, though she often looked that way these days. A filly must have her secrets, she supposed. Rarity eyed Anon with mild suspicion as she dried him with the towels. Her expression quickly changed to positive as she changed gears.

“Well, it won’t do to have this human running around without any clothes! Sweetie Belle, would you be so kind as to start dinner? Make whatever you like!”

The little unicorn left the bathroom to go to the kitchen. Now Rarity had him all to herself.

“Well, come along Anon. We simply must do something about your wardrobe. Or lack thereof, as it were.”

Rarity floated the still panting Anon out to her workshop. Taking a quick look to ensure Sweetie Belle was busy making a mess of the kitchen, she closed the blinds and locked the door. She set the confused Anon on the floor and removed the towels.

“Well, let’s see what we have to work with…”

Taking out several strips of measuring tape, she used her magic to zoom them around them as a classical piano started to play in the background.

“Anon of mine, tell me where have you been!
You showed up with no pants,
Your wardrobe disappeared!
Anon of mine, tell me where did you go?
My Sweetie Belle has a cutie mark,
Regarding things
I may not wish to know!

I remember blue skies and fillies in socks,
And then you showed up naked,
With Sweetie Belle’s face against your cock!
I saw your tears plead innocence,
Yet my sister played it off…
As if it wasn’t her very first time
to be so close against your crotch!”

Rarity snapped out of the musical number, slightly confused. Alternative rock really wasn’t her genre. She quickly realized while she sang she had accidentally gagged and tied up Anon with the measuring tape and fabric. Without her actively controlling the montage, they had simply swirled around him in circles. She decided she should stick to the Streisand covers she was more familiar with. She sighed and started to remove the tangle of clothes from the human.

Anon had flashbacks. Terrible flashbacks. They circled him like sharks. Where was that music coming from? Why was the horse whinnying over what appeared to be a piano version of an Everclear song? The unicorn seemed lost in the music. Was this it? He was gonna be sacrificed to the horse god? A bloodthirsty metaphorical one, not the two sexy celestial sisters? The strings and cloth grew tighter as the song neared the crescendo and he found himself staring into larger marshmallow pony’s sparkly blue eyes with terror.

“I am sooo sorry about that, darling. I do so get caught up in the music. Poor thing, you look positively frightened!” as she removed the mess of cloth. She patted his head with magic as the restraints fell away.

Rarity quickly got to work, floating a sheet of soft white cotton above his head. She quickly snipped a hole and let it drape over his head like a poncho. Sleeves formed as she twisted the cloth, made adjustments, and quickly stitched a seam forming a smooth white pajama top. Then, using a second layer of black fabric, she formed a sleek layer resembling the blazer he had worn to Equestria. Then, using soft red silk, she formed a tie and attached it to the previous layers. The result was a t-shirt that looked like his old suit. She saw Anon’s eyes water with appreciation. Also his dick poked the shirt up.

This pony was so nice! The weird music strangling thing must have been an accident, she even went to the trouble of making him a shirt that looked like his old one! She didn’t even seem to be mad about the hand job thiii… Anon’s thoughts of how generous marshmallow sister was got cut off by her taking his cock into her mouth.

Rarity felt so bad for the poor human. He had arrived so scared and she just frightened him again! As she felt Anon’s cock press against her tongue she heard him gasp. She circled his head with her tongue and slurped. The heat from it radiated in her mouth as she felt him get harder. She sped up as she focused her magic.

Anon’s eyes widened as he felt pressure on his balls. Then he saw her glowing horn and relaxed as Rarity kneaded and massaged his balls. Her head continued to bob forward and back. She gently squeezed his balls as she felt him begin to come in her mouth. She pulled back and opened her mouth wide, using her magic to milk his cock as it sprayed across her face. Using an extra piece of silk, she wiped the semen off her face and licked Anon’s cock clean.

Rarity decided Anon didn’t need pants yet.

“Raaaarity! Food is doooone!”

“Oh dear, I seem to have lost track of time. Well, I suppose that will do for now. I can work on the rest of your ensemble after dinner!”

Marshmallow pony abruptly left the pants less Anon, who proceeded to follow her over to the dining vestibule with Sweetie. Somehow the entire kitchen had become covered in syrup and cake batter, despite the meal clearly being a Caesar salad and potato soup. After sitting for a moment, Anon saw they were seeing if he liked the meal. He gratefully ate the soup and salad, which provided some relief to his whiskey ravaged digestive tract.

Sweetie Belle was glad Anon seemed to enjoy her meal. Hopefully she managed to snag a general human related cutie mark and not one with such a specific purpose as hand jobs. Maybe she’s just really good at telekinesis? Rarity also seemed to approve to as she began to eat her meal. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice the crushed up Lunesta she put in her soup. It wouldn’t do for her to be interrupted again. Not when she finally got her cutie mark.

Their dinner finished, Rarity let out a huge, unladylike yawn.

“Oh, my! How rude of me. I suppose it has been a long day.”

Anon abruptly fell face forward on the table, snoring. Sweetie Belle’s face was a mask of horror. Rarity looked at her with suspicion, until she too instantly fell unconscious. Sweetie prodded her sister and the human with a salad spoon. Both out. Huh. Oh well. She levitated Rarity to her room, tucking her in tightly. Then she brought the unconscious Anon to her room to break in that cutie mark.

“So. This is with whom thoust was hiding.”

Anon found himself staring up at moon butt again. Only this time she was speaking perfect English.

“What’s going on? Where am I? Princess Luna? Wait, no..." shouted a familiar voice.

Rarity was there with them. In a darkly lit castle with tattered wall hangings, Nightmare Moon glared down at them from her dark throne.