Chapter 3. - Seamstress In The Night

It took Anon about an hour to find a spare key to the door and by the time he got out from Lilly's house, the sky has turned a deep shade of orange.

He walked across Ponyville in his torn trousers, trying to avoid the eyes of ponies going about their business, hoping to catch Rarity before she closed for the day.

As luck would have it, the white mare was just outside her boutique to take the trash out before turning her sign to 'Closed' when Anon showed up.

"Good evening Miss Rarity!" he called out as he approached.

"Ah, and a fine evening to you, Anon dear!"

"I'm sorry for bothering you this late, but my favourite pair of pants suffered a little accident this afternoon, and I was hoping you could help me out."

He could see the horror in her eyes as she took a look at the garment, but as he stepped closer, Rarity's face suddenly lit up like Celestia's sun.

"Oh my!" she said as she sat back on her haunches, fanning herself daintily with a forehoof.

"Do come in and tell me all about it. I can offer you some coffee, if you'd like. You look like you need some." invited the fashionista with a smile.

"That would be much appreciated." answered Anon, already thinking about a covering story.

When they were inside, Rarity turned to her kitchen to get the coffee going. Once the pot was on , she turned back to Anon and asked "So, how did this little accident happen, darling?" with the most innocent face she could muster.

"You see, someone stepped on the edge of my trousers, and as I tried to take a step, I ripped it and fell on my face."

Rarity hid a giggle behind her hoof and pressed on for more details "And did this someone happened to have teeth on their hooves?"

Anon froze like a deer in the headlights, then took a deep breath before he gave a defeated sigh.

"But...how!?"

"I work with cloth, darling. I know how it behaves, how it gets damaged, and you're definitely not the first with this kind of problem I have seen."

"Busted. Okay, okay. Someone chewed on it." said Anon, thinking that ommitting fine details would work.

"Not to be nosy, darling, but after being shameless enough to come here without even taking a shower first, a mare cannot help but wonder, who was the lucky one?"

Rarity's gaze was intense, and in a way, kinda erotic. She knew what she was dealing with. You can't fool a pony's superior sense of smell, especially if you're fool enough not to even realise that you reek of pussy.

"Double busted. Well, I visited Sweet Lilly..." Anon couldn't get out any more before Rarity exploded with excitement.

"Oh, so she finally confessed to you! You can't even imagine how happy I am for you two. You two will make the most adorable couple for sure. Poor darling was so badly infatuated with you for the longest time, but she was affraid to say a word to you. Pardon the figure of speech."

"What?" asked Anon dumbfounded.

Rarity misunderstood his question, "You know...her being mute and all."

"No, no. No that. About she's being infatuated with me."

"Most certainly! I could tell she fell for you almost as soon as you moved into Ponyville. To tell you the truth, it was kind of painful to see how hard she struggled to get you to understand her feelings. Oh, by the way, how did she tell you, if you don't mind sharing?" asked Rarity with a hopeful smile plastered on her muzzle.

"She didn't."

"Oh..." Rarity's smile faded. "I-I..." she stammered.

"It's okay, Miss Rarity. If you don't mind, I think the trousers can wait for a couple of days." said Anon, as the fact, that he didn't even realise the situation until someone pointed it out to him, sank in.

"I'm so sorry, dear. I didn't mean to..."

"That's alright. If not for you, she would've kept it to herself, suffering more because of my ignorance. I think I have some important things to do now, don't I?" smiled Anon.

As he turned to leave, Rarity stepped onto the edge of his pants, making him faceplant the hardwood floor of the boutique.

"Wait!" said Rarity, "I have ruined her chance to tell you by blabbering without knowing what happened, at least let me make it up to you both!" insisted the seamstress.

Anon left Rarity's home late that night, with his pants fixed, a box under his arm, and the most ridiculous smile on his face.

Author's Note

Just a quickie! ;)