>"...Is it really that much of a problem?"
"Well, some of the parents have come complaining to me. They keep saying that their colts see you walking around like you do might rub off on them."
>"You know I wear these clothes for a reason, right?"
"I know, I know, and you should have every right to wear them. Celestia forbid I or anypony else tell a stallion what do wear. But..."
>Anon sighed
>The poor colt was sitting in one of your biggest chairs--which was still two sizes too small for him--looking down at his hands
>It had been a rough couple of weeks for Anonymous
>It had taken quite a while, months and month in fact, but the magic in the air was beginning to sweep into him, and because of it your one and only hyoo-man friend was finding himself changing
>His body was transforming--not to drastically mind you, barely at all really--but what little change there was vexed him to no end
>His body hair had begun to grow at a dizzying rate
>His canines had also grown longer and sharper for whatever reason
>There were also some things that Anon was purposefully vague about, as were the doctors at Ponyville General who were carefully monitoring what was going on
>A lot of stallion's would have cracked under this sort of stress, but Anon was a tough one
>The hair issue had been solved by the spa sisters, who knew of a spell to burn hairs down to their roots
>Very painful--Anon had screamed like a little girl when the spell was cast--but now he only needed to shave his face four times a week to keep presentable
>The teeth had been trickier
>Filing them down too much could have ruined them completely
>You had called in a favor from Minuette, and she had managed to turn those terrifying fangs into something much more normal
>All in all, everything was going relatively well, and you were positive that you and Anon would be able to deal with anything else that happened to him


>But now another wrench was tossed in this whole bucking mess
>A lot of the stallions around town-- the fathers and elderly stallions mostly-- were fed up with Anon
>Most specifically, they were sick of his clothing
>A colt wasn't supposed to wear all that he did out in public, they had told you time and again
>Some poor mare was going to do something stupid if he kept strutting around in his socks like some floozy
>You had tried to explain to them that clothing didn't have the same meaning as it did here
>Anon wore those clothes as protection, and wearing clothing was so ingrained in his race that walking around without them was considered illegal
>But they didn't listen, and they were getting louder and more demanding
>You had tried to shield Anon from this, Celestia dammit, even Starlight was doing her best to help, but it had all boiled over today
>Mr. Cake had walked up to Anon this morning and had chewed him out in front of half the town
>Anon was never one to shy away from a verbal argument, but he hadn't said a thing as Mrs. Cake had worked him over
>You could tell that the stallion's anger had bothered him, especially when some other stallions from the crowd had began shouting as well
>"You know I'm not trying to flaunt anything. I wear a damn suit every day. You can't even SEE my socks," Anon said, keeping his eyes glued onto his hands
"You placed a hoof on his leg
"I know. And you're socks aren't even the long--"
>Heyheyhey, easy there Sparkle
>Don't say any horse apples that'll get you in trouble
>You coughed into your hoof
"What I mean to say is they they're functional. You know that, I know that, heck, Mr. Cake knows that. You know how some stallions get though, Anon."
>"I know. It's just..."
>Anon waved a hand, his face scrunched up in discomfort
>"You guys have done a heck of a lot for me. Not just you, but everyone in this town, and if I'm doing something so bad that Mr. Cake of all ponies is telling me about it..."

"You're not doing anything bad, Anon," you assured. "It's just... some ponies that don't know you might consider it inappropriate."
>Your ears fold against your skull as Anon sinks a little farther into his chair
>Darnit
>You're messing up filly
"Don't worry about it, Anon. I'll go right over to Mr. Cake's now and have a talk with him. With a little luck we can all come together and come to some sort of agreement."
>Anon put his head in his hands
>"You know that won't work
"It'll--"
>...
>Shit, he's not wrong
>You closed your mouth, looking down at the floor
"...Anon?"
>"Hmm?"
"You could... you know," you said, waving a hoof at him
>Anon peaked through his fingers to look at you
>"I'd once again like to remind you that my junk is at eye level with you," he said
"And I'd like to remind you that nopony will mind," you replied. "Minotaurs are your size and their genitals are in the exact same place and nopony bats an eyelash. I promise you that you'll be no different."
>Anon sighed
>"Would you believe me with I told you that the idea of me walking around outside nude makes me uncomfortable?"
"There's no reason to be," you said, giving his leg a few more pats. "There's nothing wrong with your body, Anon, and I honestly can't see how it's all that comfortable wearing everything you do."
>Anon snorted
>"A lot of times it isn't," he admitted
>You gave him a smile
"Maybe doing it all at once is a bad idea? Easing into it might be the best thing, have you walk around here in the nude, mayve for just a few hours at a time and slowly work our way up, huh?"
>For a second, you feared that you had said something wrong
>Anon seemed to shrink into just that little bit more, his worry becoming painfully clear
>But then he took a deep breath, nodding
>"Alright. If it'll make everyone happier then I guess I can give it a try," he said, standing up
>He looked down at you as he unbuttoned the first few buttons of his jacket

>Hey now filly
"Are you sure you want to do it right now?" you asked. "We could always do this tomorrow. Maybe give you a little while to think it over? 
>"May as well start now," Anon said. "Otherwise I might never do it and end up hiding in this fucking castle until the day I die. Now do me a favor and turn around, would ya? I might be giving this a chance but I'm not letting someone watch me undress just yet."
>You quickly turned around, smiling from ear to ear
>A small part of you felt kind of proud
>Anon was willing to compromise like a true friend, not throw some hissyfit
>And sure, he might not to comfortable with this, he might even refuse to do it after today, but what counted was that he was willing to try
>You only wished more ponies were as opened minded about change as him
>There was some rustling, some grunting, and the sound of clothes dropping to the floor and being picked up
>Another few seconds passed before Anon cleared his throat
>"Alright... you can turn around if you want."
>You slowly turned around
>Sure enough, Anon's clothes were sitting on the table, neatly folded
>The hyoo-man was as naked as you
>It took a good deal of effort not to cock your head to the side
>You had never seen Anon totally naked before
>No pony but a few doctors and nurses had that privilege
>And now that you could your inner scientist was threatening to surface
>He was built like a thinner minotaur
>His arms weren't as muscular but longer
>His chest had some definition, and his legs were much thicker than you expected
>It also seemed that the hair removal spell hadn't been completely applied to his groin, since you could see a bit there
>And speaking of his groin, he didn't appear to have a sheath, or a quasi sheath as you had theorized
>You might have spent a good long while just staring at him, but mama Sparkle didn't raise no rude mare 
>You looked up at Anon with a grin
"See? Easy right?"

>Anon shifted from side to side, obviously trying his hardest not to cover himself with his hands 
>"It's not... the worst thing I've ever done," he said, his hands opened and closing
>You took a step toward him
"I'm proud of you, Anon. You really--"
>As you took another step, you breathed in
through your nose
>A scent filled your nostrils unlike anything you had ever smelled
>It was amazing
>No food, no flower, no soap, nothing magical or natural smelled this good
>It hit your brain like a thunderclap, making you freeze
>With the smell came heat
>It went from your nose down to your barrel, causing you to stiffen
>You snorted, surprised and confused
>Anon frowned
>"You alright there, Twi?"
>You opened your mouth, trying to say something
"Hah..."
>You take another breath
>The scent is stronger now
>Your back legs jerk as the fire rushes through your flanks
>You let out a squeak, your wings popping open
>Your pupils dilate and your eyes grow huge 
>Anon takes a step toward you, looking concerned, making the smell even stronger
>You find yourself shaking, tuft floofing out
>Questions as who what the hay was going on fell by the wayside
>In its place came a urge
>A primal, animalistic urge
>Another inhale, another smack to your senses
>A noise escapes you
>With some startlement, you realize it's a moan
"Heeeee~"
>You clench your back legs are you feel your tail starting to rise
>The corners of your vision began to grow hazy, and there was a very familiar, VERY unwanted build up happening inside of you
>Ohbuckohbuckohbuck
>YouneededtogetoutofhererightnowyouwerelosingyourbuckingmindRUNRUNRUN!
>"Twi--"
>Concentrating with all of your might, you teleported outside of the room
>Thankfully, you had enough mind to teleport out into the hallway, not up in a mountain somewhere
>Starlight was standing by the door, her ear pressed against it
>As you popped in next to her she turned toward you
>"So how did it go, Twilight? Is Anon--"
"Starlight... hit... me," you wheezed

>Starlight blinked
>"I... what?"
"Hit... me... for... Celestia's sake," you said, shaking harder than you have ever in your life. "Before... I do... something... I regret..."
>"What--"
"I'll... bucking... RAPE... YOU..."
>Starlight, without skipping a beat, reared back a hoof and punched you in the face
>Your head snapped to the side as stars exploded across your vision
>The feeling of lust evaporated as pain exploded from your jaw down your spine
>HAH!
>It worked
>...
>OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWO!
>With a yelp, you hit the ground, clenching your jaw
>You rolled around for a bit, swearing and cursing as Starlight looked down at you, concerned
>Eventually, you found yourself staring up at the ceiling
"...Thank you, Starlight."
>"You're... welcome?" she replied.
>You tongued at one of your teeth, grimacing
>Buck
>Did that feel loose or were you just imagining things?
>...
>Nope
>It was loose