The realtor mare unlocked the front door and led the way inside to tour the condo. "So this is the common room. There's a little kitchenette on the other side of the brunch island. Comes with standard appliances. All pony-height, obviously. So if you don't mind squatting or hunching over... The hallway leads to the two bedrooms. One is furnished with a bed and dresser for your..." She eyed the duffle bag slung over Anon's shoulder. "Clothes, I assume? So you could turn the other room into a den, or study or something. Or keep it as a bedroom for a roommate. And there's a bathroom on the right. So what do you think, sir?"

Anon had barely been listening to the mare. He had a lot on his mind after what had happened with Fluttershy. Even though she had apologized, it still stung. It was a harsh reminder that despite being a sapient creature who could speak the same language as the locals, he was still a stranger in a strange land. Though it did make him wonder if Fluttershy had ever had a relationship with another pony, rather than another animal. Like him.

"Sir?" she asked him again.

"Sorry," Anon apologized. "I was miles away. What did you ask, Miss...?"

"Doctor."

"Miss. Doctor?"

"Dr. Hunter."

"You hunt doctors?"

"No, my name is Dr. Hunter."

"If you're a doctor, then why don't you work at Ponyville General?"

"Firstly, I'm a doctor of archeology, not a medical doctor. And secondly, real estate pays better."

"So... how does an archeologist end up selling houses, Dr. Hunter?" he asked.

She adjusted the hem of her skirt, revealing her cutie mark of a stylistic house. "Because that's what my cutie mark is telling me. I didn't want to go into the family business, so I went to school for archeology. But it turned out I was way better at selling new homes than excavating ancient ones. And please, just call me House, Dr. Hunter is my dad's name."

"... Dr. House?"

"Yes, not to be confused with Dr. Horse, who does work at Ponyville General." Anon gave her a funny look. "What?"

"Nothing. I was just trying to think of a joke about lupus... but never mind. What were we talking about?"

"I was asking what you thought of the condo," she repeated.

"Oh." Anon looked around the room they were standing in. It looked exactly mediocre. "Is it within walking distance of the spa?" he asked.

"This is Ponyville, sir, everything is within walking distance," she said.

"I suppose that's good enough," he said. "I'll take it." She passed him the purchase agreement form and he signed the dotted line. He traded her the clip board for the keys to the condo.

"Congratulations." House Hunter extended her hoof to him. He took it in his hand and shook it.

"Thanks." She took her clipboard and left, closing the door behind him. Anon dropped his duffle bag of clothes on the hardwood floor. The soft thud echoed through the small condo that felt far too large for someone all alone. It was a house, but it was far from being a home.

The fridge was empty, though that was probably for the best. The kitchenette cabinets came with a few rudimentary pots and pans. The bedroom did indeed have a bed, though the mattress was bare. He opened the drawer of the bureau and unzipped his duffle bag into it. His few meager possessions spilled out. His work uniform, his only change of tattered clothes, and his pouch of remaining bits.

There was a lot he needed to buy. But there were a few essentials he needed to get right away. Not the least of which was some food. But also some linen for the bed, and some new clothes so he could stop looking like a vagrant bum. And there was only one place in Ponyville for that. He grabbed the rest of his money and wore his most presentable combination of rags.

"Welcome to Carousel Boutique. Where everything is chic, unique, and magnifique!" a yak said as the entrance doorbell rang. "How may Yona help you today?" she asked.

Anon regarded the yak. Her frame was a good bit taller than a pony's, though the arc of her back still only came up to his chest. "Hey," he greeted, still less than enthused about... much of anything. "I need some... clothes."

"Well you've certainly come to the right place," a young stallion said, joining them. "My name is Sandbar. Is there something in particular you're looking for?" he asked. He sidled up alongside the yak in a manner that was clearly far more intimate than mere coworkers.

"I need like... a whole wardrobe," Anon said, idly thumbing through the racks of outfits.

"We can surely provide," Sandbar said. "Although you are going to find that our standard fare is a bit more... equine than you may prefer."

"I see that," Anon said.

"We'd be happy to help," Yona said, "but we'll have to refer you to our lead designer for your... custom fitting."

"That sounds expensive," Anon said.

"You might be surprised," Sandbar said. "She can be quite generous."

"Heavens, darlings, my ears are burning," Rarity said as she came downstairs from her workshop. "Ah, Anon!" she greeted. "I was wondering when you would walk through my boutique's door."

"Oh?" he asked curiously.

"Fluttershy mentioned that you would need some new garments soon," Rarity said. "She's such a sweet friend, isn't she?"

Anon grumbled something fairly neutral-sounding.

Rarity continued. "She sent over your approximate dimensions some time ago, so I went ahead and crafted you some lovely pieces. Though I would need your precise measurements for a proper fitting." She turned to Yona and Sandbar. "Mind the store, won't you?"

"Yes Ma'am," they both said.

"This wa~ay!" Rarity sang as she turned and trotted towards the back of the boutique. Anon followed after her, as her tone and wording made it clear that it wasn't a request. In the back of the store was a somewhat-secluded corner with mirrors and modesty barriers. Anon watched Rarity vanish into a (relatively) small walk-in closet and wheel out a rack with a few articles of clothing that looked vaguely familiar to him. "Now then, darling, before we get started, why don't you go ahead and get out of those tattered old things?" she said.

"What, these?" he asked, looking down at the clothes he was wearing. He knew they looked bad, but it still didn't feel very good to hear someone else say it out loud.

"Forgive me darling," Rarity said. "I don't know how to say it nicely, but your clothes do look like they're gone a few rounds with a Timberwolf and lost."

"Ouch."

"Up, bup, bup!" Rarity chided. "It isn't meant as a slight against you, darling. I only mean that you deserve better raiment to suit the rest of you." She looked at him through the rack of human clothes. "Go on now. Shed those crimes against fabulousity." Anon peeled off his shirt and stepped out of his pants. "The trunks as well," Rarity said.

"You mean my boxers?" he asked, pointing at his underwear.

"Boxers?" Rarity tittered. "What a silly name for an undergarment. But yes, those as well."

"Err..."

"Oh, are you one of those never-nudes?" Rarity asked.

"Pardon?"

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, there are dozens of them. Dozens!" Rarity said. "Of all ponies, I can understand the desire to be dressed at all times. But most of the time, even I prefer to be au naturale, at it t'were." Rarity said, turning in place, to show that she was aggressively naked. Though as with most mares, her tail did a good job to mostly occlude her modesty.

"No, it's not that... or maybe it is..." Anon grumbled. "Eh, fuck it." He slid off his boxers. They did need to be washed anyway.

Rarity did a quick double take and blushed. "Oh, I'm flattered darling, but you can put that thing away," she said.

"What?"

Rarity motioned her hoof at his general groin region. "You, *ahem* excitement, dear. Do see about getting that stowed away before we begin."

Anon looked down at his flaccid penis. "This is as away as it gets," he said. "I don't have a sheath or anything."

Rarity looked out from around the clothes rack again and gave his genitals a more clinical examination. "Oh. I'm sorry. Well then I could understand your hesitance to disrobe. Let start with getting something for your hindquarters first then." Rarity grabbed a wide tube of fabric, shaped into a truncated conic section, and levitated it over to him. "Here, try this on."

Anon took it and held it up in front of himself. "This is a skirt."

"... And?"

"I don't think I'm Scottish enough to pull off this look," he said.

"Forgive me, darling, I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with the term."

"It's just- I was hoping for something more in the way of pants," he said.

"Ah. Well never fret, I have pants for you as well," Rarity said. She shuffled a few of the clothes hangers over and passed him another garment.

"This is a shirt," he said.

Rarity chuckled. "I know we come from different cultures, but pants, shirt? Words are just things. Try it on." Anon tried to put the shirt on, but found that the sleeves were oriented to come out of the front the the breast of the shirt, which would have made sense on a quadruped pony, but not a human. "Hmm," Rarity hummed as she looked at the fitting. "I can see where I'll need to make a lot of changes." She undid the buttons in the front so he could put his arms in the sleeves and hold his arms out to the sides. She took her fabric marker and made some measurements to take in the back, and add to the front.

"How is this pants, though?" he asked. "Pants are for legs."

"Yes. Your forelegs," Rarity said, grabbing a photograph of Fancy Pants from her famous clientele wall. Just as she described, his 'fancy pants' was the top half of a tuxedo, with sleeves for his forelegs, and the jacket covering his back. His back half was very much bare.

"This is Donald Duck fashion," Anon said.

"I don't know who that is, darling. But he sounds like a sharp dresser," Rarity said.

"I'm not going around bottomless," Anon said. "I need pants for my legs. My hind legs." He picked up his old clothes. "Look, look at these," he said.

Rarity examined the structure of his old pants. She looked at them, and then at his lower half, and back again. "These don't seem to make very much sense, darling."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, here," she said as she pointed at the crotch of the pants. "If your... business is always out and about, wouldn't a garment of this shape be a bit confining? I can't imagine that would be very comfortable."

"I mean- sometimes?" he admitted.

"It just seems to me that a skirt makes more structural sense then, wouldn't it?" Rarity asked.

"I dunno, I guess. But I'd still prefer pants. And some fresh pairs of these, as well." He held up his boxers. Rarity held the shorts in her magic, giving the hem a pull.

"Stretchy!" she mused.

"Yeah, it has an elastic waistband," he said.

"How innovative." Her hoof touched a corner of the material. "Is this satin?"

"I dunno. Maybe."

"How posh for an undergarment," she said.

"Well it feels good," he said.

"I can imagine," she smirked. "Alright. I have some ideas. Let me just get your exact measurements." Her magic grabbed her tape measure and her notebook. Her hooves guided his arms out to the sides as she quickly went about getting his dimensions, working her way down. Back and front, waist, legs. "And now for the in-seam," she said. "Pardon me for just a moment." Her magic gently cupped his balls and lifted them up and out of the way as her hooves measured the inside of his leg and thigh.

"Hey now-!"

Her magic made his whole groin tingle, and despite the embarrassing nature of the clinical examination, he could not help his involuntary reaction as his penis lifted itself up out of her way. But just as quickly as she had touched him, she was done and jotted the number down. She looked at him again and saw the turgid state she had left him in.

"Ah, I suppose now I should be flattered?" she asked.

He grabbed his old boxers and started to quickly dress himself. "Yeah, well, it has a mind of it's own. And to be fair, you were the one touching it."

"I'm kidding, darling. There's no need to be defensive or embarrassed. You're not the first stallion I've had get a little too excited about getting new clothes," she said with a coy grin, swishing her tail. "I'm aware of the effect I have on ponies."

"Uh huh."

"Why don't you go have a seat in the waiting lounge and I'll throw something together more to your liking in just a few minutes."

"Alright..." Anon walked out of the dressing booth and found the lounge. There was a small couch and a couple chairs with a coffee table and some fashion magazines.

"Can I get you any refreshments?" Sandbar asked as he walked by the lounge. "We have coffee, tea, juice...?"

"Applejack Daniels?" he asked.

"It's... not even noon," he said.

"No you're right. I should just start with a beer," he said.

"I'll get you some juice," he said.

Anon grumbled. "Pssh, yeah. Because that's the same thing."

"Is everything alright?" Yona asked.

Anon shrugged. "Eh."

"If answer is not yes, then it's no," Yona said, sitting in the sofa across from him. Sandbar returned with a tray of cups and a pitcher of juice.

Anon watched the pony kiss the yak before he turned and left to mind the store. "I take it you two are... an item?"

"Yup. He's my special somepony," she said.

"So how does that work?" Anon asked. Yona raised an eyebrow. "I don't mean like, physically. I mean like, isn't that unusual? Since you're different species, doesn't that make things challenging, as a couple?"

She smiled. "Oh, does the human have his eye on a special somepony?"

Anon groaned.

"That's not a no," Yona said, smiling a little bigger, before regaining her composure. "Yona won't lie. When Yona first come to Ponyville, Yona felt alone. Only yak in town. Surrounded by ponies and other creatures, but still feel alone. Yes?"

"Yeah," Anon agreed with the sentiment.

"Some ponies only see what Yona is: not pony. Then Yona meet Sandbar. Kind pony say sweet words. But pony still not yak. Yona not sure if Yona could love non-yak. Yona feel even more alone. But after time, Yona learn that it's not what we are, but who that's important." Yona placed her hoof against Anon's chest, over his heart. "Who we are, inside. And Sandbar love Yona for who she is, not what. And Yona love Sandbar. Even if he is pony."

"Yak still best, though," Sandbar said, clearly eavesdropping after hearing his name.

"Yak still best!" Yona agreed. He poked into the lounge to kiss her again before he walked away to mind the store. "Some ponies maybe give funny looks, but Yona no care. Let ponies look! Yona happy. Yona find right partner. Even if not yak. Anon find right one too. Even if not human."

"Yeah. I guess some ponies can only see me for what I am," Anon said.

"But not all ponies. Most ponies good," Yona said.

"Thanks Yona. I think that's just what I needed to hear."

"Of course. Yaks give best advice!" she beamed and then went to go join Sandbar out in the front of the store.

By the time Anon finished his glass of juice, Rarity returned with the alterations to his clothing completed. She led him back to the changing room. "I didn't have any elastics for the waist band, so I hope you don't mind a drawstring," she said.

"How about a belt?" he asked.

"That works too," she said. He tried on the pants. They fit really well. He was hoping for a new pair of blue jeans but he got slacks. "And for the top, I made two rows of buttons to make the closure adjustable."

"Like a chef's coat," Anon said.

"Ah, so you do have an eye for fashion," Rarity mused.

"Why the popped collar?" he asked.

"Creative license," Rarity said. "I thought the look suited your... verticality. The material is very light, and the three-quarter sleeves roll up to help you to stay cool in the heat of summer."

"Thank you," Anon looked at himself in the mirror. He looked good. "So how much do I owe-"

"Up-bup-bup!" Rarity chided. "First one's free. Because I know once you've had just a taste of Rarity, you'll be back for more."

"Heh, phrasing."

"Hmm?"

"Nothing. But yes, I will certainly be back. I'm going to need a lot more clothes that aren't pony shaped."

"Darling, I love clothes about as much as any pony possibly can. But you really should see about getting over your little disorder."

"Disorder?"

"Being a never-nude. It's going to get expensive for someone with you... custom figure."

"But I'm not a-"

"Listen, I can make you a full set of those... oh heavens, what did you call them? Boxers?" Rarity tittered. "Those are simple enough that I can make you set in bulk without you breaking the bank. I can make you more clothes if you wish, but at the danger of hurting my own business, I really recommend that you become more comfortable in your own fur- er, skin."

"... Consider it considered," he said. At least he had something else to wear while he laundered his old clothes. A quick trip to the marketplace on the way back to the condo made the bed and fridge not look quite so bare. It wasn't a home yet. But it was a good first step.

The condo bed was a far cry from the feather-soft mattress that Fluttershy slept on. But it was still better than her couch. Anon stretched out as he woke up the next morning. Moving through the full range of motion, he found that his shoulder was back to feeling pain free without any of the topical analgesic. That meant it was time to report back to work. He opened the fridge.

"... I probably should have bought something other than cider." He stopped by Sugarcube Corner on the way to grab some breakfast. "Morning, Pinkie," he greeted.

"Morning, Stud!" Pinkie Pie said back with a wink, flirting with as much subtlety as she was capable of. Which wasn't much. "Looking for breakfast? I've got a tray of free muffing samplers fresh out of the oven. Different flavors and colors. Even pink. The pink ones are the best, by the way. Do you want one of my pink ones?"

"Uh sure," Anon said, never one to say no to 'free'. "I'd love to eat your pink muffin."

Pinkie Pie giggled. "I bet." Despite the line of customers, Pinkie Pie leaned on the counter and watched Anon eat. "What'da think?" she asked.

"Hmm," Anon tried to articulate his critique with a full mouth. "I'm tasting strawberry, cherry, and... something else that I can't identify..."

"Snozzberry," she said.

"Ah yish-" Anon finished chewing. "It's a little dry though."

"You think my pink muffin needs a cream filling?" Pinkie asked.

Anon nodded. "Yes!"

"I agree." Pinkie Pie licked her lips. "Maybe you can help me with that."

"Sorry Pink, I already got a job over at the spa."

"Oh, I know," Pinkie said. "Everypony knows."

It was then that Anon noticed the eyes of every mare in the shop were on him. It wasn't the stares of fear or curiosity that he had gotten used to from before. These were more... lurid. The Ponyville clock tower chimed the hour.

"Fuck! I'm late for work!" Anon jumped up out of his seat and jogged out the door. Fortunately, as his realtor had said, everything in Ponyville was within walking distance. He covered the distance in just a couple minutes. "Oh..." There was a line outside the spa door. Why was there a line outside the spa door? As he passed by the crowd he heard a smattering of hushed murmurs.

"He's here today!"
"Can he really last a whole minute?"
"I heard he can go for five."
"I heard he can go as long as you want."

Anon walked past them and into the entrance. Aloe was busy at the front desk with a customer. Lotus lit up as soon as she saw him. "Anon!" she called out to him, waving him over. "I'm so glad you're back! Miss Flüttershy told us you were unwell a couple days ago."

"I'm fine now. Sorry about that," he apologized. He glanced at the line. "Is that whole line for me?"

"Oh, no no," Lotus said. Anon breathed a sigh of relief. "That line is to make an appointment with you."

"Wait- WHAT!?" he balked.

Aloe nodded. "It seems that Miss Zecora was most effusive about her enjoyment or your service."

"If your estrus needs tending, ask for Anon's happy ending," one of the mares in the waiting area recited.

"Good ol' Zecora..." Anon grumbled. Leave it to her to be his hype-mare, coming up with a catchy slogan. His shoulder ached just from looking at the line and he sighed. "Who's first?" he asked.

She told him.

"I... I'm going to need a minute to get ready," he said.

"That's fine," Lotus said. "She has the Tour de' Spa package with her friend. They're in the sauna right now. But they should be done in just a few minutes."

"Her friend?"

Lotus told him the name of her friend.

"Is... she on my appointment list?" he asked nervously.

Lotus looked over at Aloe who quickly flipped through the appointment book but then shook her head, no.

"Okay. I guess I'll be in my suite then," he said. Anon's suite, massage suite #3, formerly the storage room, abutted against the sauna, sharing a wet wall for the hot water plumbing. The wall was not terribly thick. It wasn't hard to make out the muffled voices coming through

~

"... was just in my boutique yesterday, darling. I made him a dapper ensemble," he hear a mare say in her recognizable inflection.

"Did... did he mention me, Rarity?" a second, more timid voice asked quietly, but still just barely audible.

"I don't believe so," Rarity replied. "Why do you ask?"

"We... we had a bit of a fight. And he moved out."

"Oh, goodness darling! What happened!?"

"We- we may have... done it."

"It? You mean IT it?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, ho, ho, Fluttershy! You little minx!" Rarity tittered. "You simply must dish!"

"... about the fight?"

"No, no, darling. The sex! I mean, yes obviously I care about the fight. But you know what a whorse I am for juicy gossip! Tell me everything!"

"Rarity, he... He was amazing!" Fluttershy said. "Even though he isn't as big as a stallion-"

"I know."

"Oh?"

"As I said, he was in my boutique yesterday. And let's just say, he was quite excited about getting new clothes. But how did he use it?"

"Rarity, I- I thought it would only be for thirty seconds like any other stallion. It was small enough for me to fit the whole thing in my mouth, but I sucked and sucked, and he didn't cum. I thought I was doing it wrong, but he told me humans last a long time. And when he mounted me, I was on my back on the bed and... he just kept going and going. And then when he used his fingers at the same time- Oh his fingers, Rarity! You have no idea how good they feel!"

"You sound like you enjoyed it."

"I lost count of how many times I came!"

"Fluttershy, you needn't exaggerate for me."

"No, I mean it! I lost count after nine!"

"You can't be serious."

"Did you want to find out for yourself?" Fluttershy asked.

"No, no, no," Rarity said. "You know how I feel about engaging in inter-species erotica, myself. But you know how much I love hearing about your little forays on the wild side with your other critters."

"Well that's just it," Fluttershy said. "I don't think he saw it that way."

"Well of course not, darling. Just because he's another species doesn't mean he's an animal. At least, no more than you or I. For one, he can talk."

"All of my animals can talk," Fluttershy said. "The only difference is that I can understand them. But they're still my pets."

"Heavens, darling! Please don't tell me you thought of him as a pet!"

"I mean, yeah? Sort of."

"Goodness, Fluttershy! Even the racoons that work at my Manehattan boutique can't talk, but I still treat them like employees, not pets. Imagine if Twilight treated Spike like a pet!"

"..."

"Okay, bad example. But what if Sandbar treated Yona like a pet?"

"..."

"Outside of the bedroom, I mean!"

"I suppose that would be pretty demeaning for her..."

"My word Fluttershy. And you're supposed to be the element of Kindness."

"Oh- you're right, Rarity. I'll apologize to him the next time I see him," she said.

"Well darling, I don't know if you saw the line out there, but you may have to take a number... Oh fiddlesticks! Look at my hooves pruning up! How long have we been in here!?" Anon could hear their hooves shuffling as they exited the sauna.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at his suite's door. Anon walked over and opened it. Rarity stood on the other side. Her normally-perfectly-sculpted mane was damp, slightly messy, and hung limp against the side of her neck. The rest of her fur glistened with the moisture from the sauna.

"Good morning, Anon," Rarity greeted. He held the door for her and bid her inside. "Such a gentlecolt!"

"Good morning, Miss Rarity." Anon said. He briefly glanced past her, out into the rest of the spa, but he didn't see Fluttershy anywhere. He looked back at his current client. "It's nice to see you again."

"Yes. Who would have thought that we would see each other again so soon after our last encounter?" she mused as she made her way inside and he closed the door. "When Fluttershy first told me you had started working here, I thought I would make an appointment as an opportunity to meet you for the first time. But alas..." She looked at the outfit he was wearing. The one she had just made for him the day prior. "I see you're quite taken with your new apparel. Now that is flattering."

"Thank you, again, for the clothes," Anon said.

"You're quite welcome, darling." Rarity set her bag down on the suite bench and climbed up onto the massager table.

"So, um... What can I do for you today?" he asked.

"It was my understanding that your employ here was that of a masseur, no?"

"I am."

"Then a massage is what I would like," she said.

"Yup. Okay... What kind of a massage, though?"

"Well actually, I was hoping to try something new today," she said.

"Oh?"

Rarity's magic opened her bag on the bench and levitated out a bottle over to Anon. "I have this leave-in crème-rinse for my hair. As I'm sure you've noticed, my coiffure isn't its usual, radiant self at the moment. I do so love the sauna, but the humidity is atrocious for my mane and tail."

"Isn't this something for someone at a salon to do?"

"Yes... though normally I would just do it myself."

"So why have me do it?"

Rarity chewed her lip for a moment. "Because I asked?" Anon opened the bottle. "Ah ah!" Rarity chided. "The crème has an oil base, and I won't have you staining the clothes I just made you!"

Anon shrugged. It wasn't anything she hadn't seen before. He peeled off his shirt and pants and hung them on the bathrobe hooks until he was just in his boxers. He poured a blob the size of a silver dollar into his palm and walked over to start rubbing it into her mane. She stopped him at just that last moment.

"Anon, I know we haven't known each other for very long, but I want to stress how important my mane is to me. Anypony who knows me will tell you the same. I know you're not cutting or dying it. And there's really no way to screw up a crème rinse..."

"If you're trying to make me feel less nervous, you're doing a really bad job of it," Anon said.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I'm just trying to make you understand what an honor this is."

"...Okay. I get that. So again, why do you want me to do it then?" he asked.

This time it was Rarity's turn to be nervous. "I... I have it on good authority that your fingers feel good."

"Um, I'm not sure who told you that," Anon lied, "But I don't think they meant that in the way you're thinking."

"Oh, I know precisely how they meant it, darling," she said, regaining her confident poise. She glanced back at him over her shoulder and gave her mane a little flip. "As you were."

Anon held a bough of her mane and ran his palm down along it, spreading the crème, working it into her hair until it was no longer visible, save for a glossy sheen. He got some more from the bottle and worked his way up the back of her neck until the bulk of her hair was treated.

"The scalp is where the nutrients are most useful," she said.

"I know. I'm getting there," he said. With another handful of crème, he pressed his fingers through her mane, touching down against the fine fur of her neck, gently, but firmly working it into her skin.

"Ah yes... yes that's nice," she said with a breathy whisper.

Anon moved his fingers up and down through her mane in small, half-inch advances, working his way up the back of her neck to the base of her head. He spent some time there, moving from one side to the other, feeling out the little knots of stress in her neck muscles. Good posture might save your back when being hunched over a sewing machine, but looking down all day at what you're working on just moves the problem area.

Rarity hummed in pleasure and he felt her leg twitch at the edge of the massage table against his thigh.

"Anon, I have to be honest," she started to say. He stop moving. "No you can keep going," she encouraged. "While I did make this appointment last week, I did hear about your little happy ending since then."

Anon just kept massaging her scalp. "Oh?"

"It would have been hard not to," she said. "News of a good stud travels fast among mares this time of year."

"Yeah... I can see that," he said.

"To be clear, I've no interest in partaking," she added. "Not that I've anything against interspecies relationships. I'm quite happy for Sandbar and Yona, for example. It's just not something I want for myself."

"That's fine."

"And nothing against you, dear. I don't want you to feel like I'm basing this on what I've seen. Size isn't everything."

"I- I know that."

"And it's not because I'm a lesbian, either. Goodness knows how I envy them this time of year though."

"You seem awfully defensive about this."

"It's not that," she said. "I'm a virgin. I shan't be taking any penis into my marehood before marriage. And I didn't want to lead you on."

"Don't worry. You weren't." Anon worked his way forward along her scalp.

"Mind the horn, darling," she said, "You mustn't get any crème rinse on it."

"Okay," Anon said, giving her horn space, parting her hair away from it. "Why is that?"

"The crème doesn't taste very good."

Anon massaged her scalp a bit longer. "Wait, hold up-" Anon said. "Why does that matter?"

Rarity giggled. "Stallions only have one erogenous zone, so they think there's only one way to please a mare. But a mare has dozens, my dear. You've been doing quite well on one of mine already."

"... Your hair?"

"My scalp, darling," she said. "A unicorn's horn is a common one as well for mares. Stallions, as well, though few admit it."

"Yeah. I might have glanced at an anatomy book since I got here," he said.

"Yes, but just having a map of the sea doesn't make you a sailor," she said. "Otherwise you would have know how wet this was making me." Her tail swished against his leg. "Not all of that dampness is from the sauna, you know. But we're getting ahead of ourselves. My tail still needs to be treated. Would you mind giving me a back rub on the way?"

Rarity propped herself up on the pillow as Anon worked her way down her back, working the conditioner into the fur of her body. First her back, and then her sides as well, taking care not to tickle her. If her reaction was any indication, then her cutie mark on her flank was yet another erogenous zone. Finally he arrived at the dock of her tail, and the rest of it hung down below the edge of the table.

Anon turned and grabbed his stool to sit at the end of the massage table. As he sat down, Rarity rolled onto her back, letting her tail drape down over the edge. Anon filled his hand with more crème and worked it into the hair of her tail, running his fingers through and down like a broad comb. Bending over to reach down the length of the tail as he was, he was more or less face to crotch with the horny mare. While the rest of her fur had dried for the most part, her marehood shimmered with a sheen of wetness coating it.

"I must admit, you've quite the restraint," Rarity said. "Most stallions in your position would be trying to drown themselves by now."

"Well, for one, I'm not a stallion," Anon said. "And secondly, you didn't ask me to,"

"Such a gentlecolt!" Rarity said. "If it's my consent you're waiting for, you have it."

"And third," Anon continued, "maybe I don't want to do that."

Rarity scoffed. "Anon, you wound me! I'll have you know that my hygiene is immaculate! I ask at the danger of invoking a lady's worst fear, but do you not find my scent pleasing?"

'Oh geez, here we go,' Anon thought. Another thing the females of this world had in common with his. He held his hands up. "I'm mostly smelling the conditioner," he said. "And besides, it's more that fact that you're a- not a human. I mean, I'm not a pony. Doesn't that bother you?"

Rarity opened her mouth to respond, but paused in silent thought for a moment. "Not as much as I thought it would," she said. "Now that I think of it, I'm more bothered that you declined. I've never been denied before."

"But didn't you just tell me that an interspecies relationship was not something you wanted?" he asked.

"I did," she replied. "Because I didn't want you to get your hopes up about having intercourse. I never meant to imply that foreplay was out of the question."

"...Huh."

"Do you think that makes me selfish?" Rarity asked. Her horn glowed and Anon felt a gentle grip on his shaft through his boxers. "I'll return the favor."

"I appreciate that, but I just can't get over the hurdle of performing oral sex on another species," he said.

"But you have no problem receiving it?" she asked.

"..."

"I... may have spoken with Fluttershy recently."

"Uh-huh," Anon groaned.

"Darling, please, I must know your opinion of my scent! My pride is at stake! Does it displease you? Either tell me no, or spare my feelings!"

The air around him very much still smelled like hair product. He hesitantly, slowly leaned over and inched closer to her marehood. The puffy, inverted-teardrop shape above the pucker of her ponut looked like an exaggerated exclamation point. It wasn't so different from a human vagina that he could mistake it for anything other than what it was. But it was still different enough in appearance to be an ever-present reminder of how alien the situation was. In case her dripping wetness wasn't enough, she parted her lips with her magic.

He realized that he could smell her right along. It had been so subtle, yet omnipresent. He thought it was just how she smelled prior to the overpowering fragrance of the conditioner. Even the day before in the boutique. It was the same scent. But it wasn't just her. It was specifically coming from here.

"Oh- yeah. I've been smelling this!" he said. "I've been smelling this right along. It smells fine!" he assured her. Apparently even that was inadequate.

"Just fine?" she asked.

"No, I mean, it smells nice," he corrected. "I thought you were wearing a fragrance or something yesterday-" he paused. "That's not what this is, is it?" he asked.

"No, darling. That's all me," she assured him. "And as they say, smell is seventy five percent of taste, so..." she coaxed him.

Anon winced and closed his eyes. He stuck out his tongue like a petulant toddler, summoned all his courage, and leaned forward. His nose bumped into her pussy and he gave her a quick, experimental lick, and braced himself. The last thing he wanted to to was break her heart by being physically ill.

Anon's eyes shot open in surprise. He looked up at her eyes and then back down at her pussy. He gave her another, longer lick. "Holy shit! This is good!" he said.

"I appreciate the compliment, but please spare the vulgarities when referring to my lady bits," she said.

"No, I mean this is really good!" he said, leaning in to give her several more licks. "I'm actually upset at how good this tastes!"

"Um... thank you?"

"Wait, is this illusion?" he asked.

"No darling, I told you, that's all me."

"How is it this good!?" he asked, not bothering to wait for an answer. He grabbed her thighs with his hands and pulled her hips into his face as he went down on her like he hadn't eaten in days.

"It's good hygiene and- ah diet, darlingggnnah!" Rarity moaned as she felt him licking her entire pussy with his tongue, probing her entrance with it as deeply as he could.

"Are they all this good?" he asked when he briefly came up for air and then dove back in.

"Forgive me daaahahling, I hadn't conducted a formal survehehahey!" Rarity's hooves gripped the edges of the massage table and her legs crossed behind his head. "Don't neglect tha-ah-ah, the rest of my tail, dear."

Anon moved his hands from her thighs to finish crème rinsing her tail, running his fingers through the snarls to straighten them. Though it did mean her tail getting pulled.

Rarity tensed and her legs squeezed his head as she moaned and shuddered in orgasm, flooding his mouth with more of her delicious nectar. Though a lady, she remained, irrevocably, a horse. And she had underestimated the strength in her legs crushing his head. His tail-pulling, at first accidental, and then somewhat playful, became the desperate yanking of a man on the verge of asphyxiation. "Gently, please!" she cried out. Her legs unlocked behind him and he lurched upright, coughing and sputtering, gasping for air. "Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry! I lost myself there!"

"I got a little lost, myself, in there." He coughed once more. His entire front was drenched, dripping from nose to belly button with her climax.

"I really am sorry," she apologized again. "I've never had a stallion do that to me like that before. Their lapping is usually so boring and predictable. But that-" she panted. "My word, it felt like you were doing calligraphy with your tongue! And here I had been anticipating your fingers!"

"Well they have been called magical," he said with a coy grin as he reached down to show her. Her magic grabbed his wrist.

"Ah-ah," she chided. "Wash first, please. That crème is for external use only."

"Right. Of course." Anon turned and washed his hands in the utility sink in the corner of the former storage room. After a thorough rinse, he came back over to the massage table, holding them up for her approval. She nodded and he stood beside her on the table.

He placed his palm over her marehood and looked into her eyes as he slid his middle finger between her folds, moving up and down just inside her vulva. His other fingers gently parted her lips and joined the first, sliding up and down along her wet lips. He took care to keep his palm from grazing the one spot that would send her over the top, despite it's incessant winking. Her moans of pleasure became plaintive whining. The wry look on his face told her he wasn't failing out of ignorance.

"A moment ago you were wearing me on your face like you were going to take me to a masquerade, and now your teasing?"

"Do you want some cheese with that whine?" he asked.

"Ugh! Is that your idea of wit?" she asked. "You've a much better use for that tongue." Her eyes crossed as she looked up at her own horn before she nodded her head and pointed it at him.

"Uhhh..."

Rarity rolled her eyes. "Typical male. It's not a penis!"

All things considered, it wasn't the weirdest thing Anon would have done, even just in the last five minutes. He leaned forward and opened his mouth. Despite her argument contrarywise, her horn was very much phallic. With it in his mouth he did his best to lick and suck it in the way he imagined he would want to be pleased. Between that, and his fingers playing with the exterior of her pussy, her content moaning told him it was a winning strategy.

"Goodness, darling, put it in already!" she begged.

"Hit his hin!" Anon mumbled around her horn.

"Not my horn," Rarity said, grabbing his wrist with her hoof. Anon's mouth pulled off her horn.

"You mean my fingers?" he asked.

"I mean all of it," she said.

"I thought you said you were saving yourself for marriage."

"I don't mean your penis! I'm asking for your deep tissue massage," she said.

Anon held up his forearm. "Yeah, I'm no stallion, but I'm pretty sure this will break your hymen."

Rarity laughed so hard she totally didn't snort, and if you ever ask her she will deny it. "Darling! I lost my hymen to a hairbrush handle ages ago!"

"So... I can give you an elbow-deep tissue massage, as long as it's not my penis?" he asked.

"Of course darling. I need to preserve my innocence after all."

Something inside Anon's mind broke. "...You know what? Fuck it. I'm not even going to try to question that logic. Roll over!"

"Mhmm, so commanding!" Rarity purred.

She looked back at him and he held his arm up to her again. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

"Darling, if I were any more ready, I'm quite certain I might perish!"

"Alrighty..." Anon held her tail in his free hand and held it off to the side. His other hand was already plenty wet from playing with her. He probed around for just a moment, easily finding her entrance. He slid in one, two... four fingers. He tucked his thumb against his palm and slowly slid the rest of his hand inside up to his wrist. He curled his fingers inside into a fist and advanced more of his arm in. The lips of her pussy stretched naturally around the girth of arm as more of it slid inside. She didn't show any sign of discomfort, even as his upper arm bumped against the dock of her tail, keeping him from going any further.

He started to pump the length of his arm in and out of her. Her 'lady bits' were making some very unladylike, wet squelching noises. She didn't seem to pay it any mind.

"Mmm! It feels so good to finally feel something fuck me!" she moaned.

As he continued to fist-fuck her, Anon was intrigued that he was having such an easy time of it. "Pony or not, I wasn't expecting a virgin to be so-" don't say loose, don't say loose, don't say loose, "so- not challenging to... enter?"

Rarity narrowed her eyes slightly. "Just because I've never taken a real penis doesn't mean I don't have a vast array of feminine accessories."

"Rarity, I'm up to my elbow in your pussy. You can just say, dildos."

Rarity balked. "Such a mouth! I still say it's best use isn't talking!" She arched her back and craned her head and horn, back at him. Anon put his free hand under her chin and started sucking her horn again while he fisted her deeply. He could feel the effects his tongue was having on her horn in the muscle spasms of her pussy gripping his arm. "Ah- As I was saying- I'm actually surpri-hi hi-ized you don't have any dildooh-oh-ohHhs here! There's a shoh-ah-ahop in Canterloh-oh-ah-hot I could recommmmhhmend! The Cro-oh-ohmygoodness-ohmygosh-ohmygosh!"

Rarity's pussy gripped and spurted out around his arm as she came, splashing her marecum against his boxers. Meanwhile, her horn went off inside his mouth. Anon's vision went white for a moment and it felt like he was licking a nine-volt battery. Arcane smoke puffed out of his nose and all he could smell was o-zone. His mouth let go of her horn and his hand let go of her chin. She flopped forward onto the massage table and hugged the pillow as she came.

"Keep going!" she cried.

His free hand grabbed her tail and he planted his feet firmly on the tile floor, giving him the leverage to keep his arm moving through her orgasm. He kept going and so did she, whimpering against the pillow as he kept fucking her, and her pussy kept quivering and squirting until no more came. His arm kept going until her hind legs, tense in orgasm, fell limp, along with the rest of her body. She fell face-first into her pillow.

"Lalilee?" he tried to call her name but his tongue was numb from her horngasm. "Rawrahee!?" he tried again with no response. With some effort, he was able to pull his arm out of her thoroughly-fucked marehood. It pulled free with a wet 'shlorp', letting the rest of her pent up marecum gush out. He walked around in front of her and lifted her face out of the pillow. "Hey yew ohay?" he asked. Her eyes fluttered for a moment and crossed out of sync like a chameleon as she struggled to focus.

"Daaaahhhhlinnnnngggg-" The word just sort of dribbled out of her slack mouth. She started to fade out again.

"Hey hey, don't pash out on me!" he slurred, giving her cheek a firm slap.

"Mmm. Harder, daddy..."

"Rarity!" he forced the word out.

"Oh- ho- what!? " Rarity blinked her eyes awake again and they focused on him.

"Hey, welcome back," he greeted. "Do you think you can walk?"

She nodded. "I think so." She looked over at her bag on the bench. Her horn sparked and then fizzled. "Grab my bag for me?" she asked.

He brought her bag over to her. She opened it and dug through it manually with her hooves grabbing her bit pouch. She poured it into his hand. It was a good deal more than his asking rate.

"Rarity, this is a lot."

"No, dear," Rarity said as she nodded back at her hind end. "That- was a lot!" She blinked and shook her head before looking at the mound of bits in his hand. "From one entrepreneur to another, this is what you should be charging for that kind of service."

"Rarity, this is almost triple stud rates!" he said.

Rarity smiled and whispered, "And you would still put those other stallions out of business!"

She carefully climbed down off the massage table onto shaky hooves and walked to the suite door. With her mane in a frightful mess and her face plastered with a goofy grin she staggered through the spa lobby like a drunk mare that had just been thrown from a tornado. She reunited with Fluttershy on the way out of the spa.

"I think you were right, Fluttershy..." Rarity said, looking back at Anon, blowing him a kiss with a sly wink.

"... he is an animal."

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