Arc 0: Finely Cloth'd

Anon here, still the sexiest beast on Equestria.

Today would have been fine if not for the fact your fancy jacket had been torn apart. Well, not fully, but there were cuts all over your pants.

Them cheeks do be too strong of a game, you blame.

So, you decide to heed the pink one's advice and seek the 'Rarity'.

You always thought the ponies had a bit of a two name thing going on for them. Turns out that the owner of Carousel Boutique was actually embarrassed of her last name.

Belle.

Rarity Belle just had a bad sound to it. Also, it may be because she is fashionably insane.

In fact, as soon as you step into the place, you notice some details your savvy and professional businessman mindset (which is goofy as fuck) picks up on the spot:

Lots of clothes, not so many customers.

It is also quite important to say that, in your stay in Ponyland, you learned that the little horses go around full commando.

Only a rare few go around with some outfits.

Hell, as soon as your eyes find Rarity, you also have a big question as...

Why is she going nude too?

Like, you are not one to go around asking people why they go pussy out, but you have this silly notion that a clothes-maker should wear something to show off their skills.

Be a walking advertisement, shit like that.

"Oh my, if it isn't the peculiar creature from afar. Good day, Anonymous and... Welcome to my humble shop!"

There is nothing humble here. You can literally see some shiny gems and the clothes looked top-quality. That already set up Rarity as a bit of a liar, but you are good in being a liar yourself as...

You can't help but feel this was a mistake. Sure, you get a basic income check each month, but you didn't come here to just pick a single copy of your outfit.

With winter being a bitch with those clothes, you needed some new fits for all seasons. And definitely more boxers.

You can use one for so long before the stains become worrying.

Thus, you go straight to the point and explain what you need and yet omit the fact some of the underwear malfunction is caused by suspiciously real nightly depraved occurrences.

Her blue eyes widen astronomically as she could tell this was a big money opportunity.

Your wallet cries as you pat it comfortably. Its ass was gonna get gapy very soon after all with the list you have to pay for.

Rarity gets your measurements first.

Using magic and tape to get all your curves noted and memorized for the wardrobe you asked her to do. Your cake is tapped twice but, thankfully, it is not 'romantically'.

And while this happens, she starts asking stuff about your own life.

It feels like doing shit at the barber shop, with her going over simple stuff like:

"How did Ponyville treat you, darling?"

"I so much hope the Princess didn't appear too protective with her response, darling."

"I see, so your body lacks fur to cover your modest. Now I see the need for clothes. How fascinating, darling!"

She was quite enchanted by the topic surrounding humanity.

In a way, you can't fault her about the topic. A world of primates needing clothes? It was possibly the world of riches a mare like her craved in her wildest dreams.

A place where her business would indeed be on top of the games. You even mention some brands like Gucci and Versace.

And it was through this exchange that you took notice of a curious thing about Rarity: while she usually kept acting prim and proper, she truly sounded like a little kid when it came to fashion.

It makes this new friendship pleasant as, despite going through two grueling hours of trying out fabrics of various colors and texture, you kind of land with a good cost to pray.

"You sure? It looks so little-"

"None of that, Anonymous. I know you will be a frequent customer, and you are a friend," Rarity assured.

"Thanks Rares. And it's Anon."

She huffs at your informality but smile nonetheless.

"Oh, silly Anon! Fine, but don't expect me to be so improper in public. A mare can be so impolite so much, darling."

You leave with your new pants and the promise the clothes will be done at the end of the week.

As you return to your house, you also contemplate employment through the local businesses.

You already asked Pinkie about it, but she said her bosses weren't hiring so... You needed the local orchard for opportunities.

Not today as you go home, change in your new boxers and...

You have quite the dream.

You thought that the roses by the bedside was a symptom of the cheesy noble-classin' Rares flaunted but-

"We were waiting for thee, beloved~!" The nightly mare huskily hummed, blue eyes burning with passion.

Nope, feels too real and too out of your kinkiest dreams. That being said, papa likes it.

Pony pussy winking at you with as much eagerness as its owner to get a lengthy dicking, you are pitching a mighty tent that answered your question.

You are going to tap that Moon bakery. You are going to them buns very hard

And it was indeed a long night greeting you both as the passion makes for a tiring and enthusiastic confirmation that sex with your Moonbutt is the best.

Author's Note

AN

Two more mares and then it is time for canon start. Next up is Applejack, then... Fluttershy. Rapey or quiet cuddleslut? Oh, the dilemmas!