Title:           Feminine Anon
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Wednesday 2nd of March 2016 05:35:57 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 2nd of March 2016 05:35:57 AM CDT

Hey, anon... umm... do you wanna buy a dress?
 
"...What?"
>"Do you want to buy a dress?"
"Rarity, I'm a guy, guys don't wear dresses."
>"Please, Darling? I would love to create a dress for you. Your unique physique is quite the change of pace after designing for ponies all these years, and I find making shirts and pants to be quite dull."
"Sorry Rarity, but no. I'm not wearing a dress."
>"...Anonymous..."
>"..."
>"Oh, how do I put this delicately?"
>"...I feel that a dress may suit you better than the...well...suits that you insist on wearing."
"What DJ you mean by that?"
>"I've examined those pictures books from your world, and I must say-with all do respect, dear-you seem far more feminine than masculine."
"What? I'm plenty masculine!"
>"...No, Anonymous, you really aren't. Your narrow shoulders, your slim build, your shapely waist and rear, your pointed chin and soft features...you exude an air of delicate feminity."
"N-no I don't! My face isn't soft!"
>"Please understand, I'm not the only one to notice. Twilight mistakenly identified you as female to Celestia when you first arrived, and I've heard some of the stallions around town make rather lewd remarks about your body."
"B-bullshit!"
>"That language isn't very lady-like, Ano-oop, sorry, I-"
"J-just make me the clothes I asked for, and we'll forget this conversation ever."
>"...no."
"...no?"
>"I can't, in good consciousness, make clothes for you so you can continue to pretend to be someone you're not."
"W-what!? But I'm not-"
>"Either tell me what kind of dress you'd like, or leave. I'm very busy."
"B-but-"
>"So be it. Good day, Anonymous."
 
>Rarity's full of shit.
>You're plenty masculine, right?
>Her words bothered you way more than they should have. You were replaying the entire conversation in your head as you walked home, her accusations causing your face to burn.
>You pass a café with a few stallions at a table out front.
>"Hey there, Anonymous!"
>"How's out going?"
>"Somethin' botherin' you? Sit down, we'll order you somethin'!"
"...N-no thanks! I've uh...got somewhere to be..."
>"That's too bad!"
>"Invitation's open anytime!"
>What Rarity said about Stallions eat into as you turn the corner.
>As soon as you're out of sight, you stop and listen to their conversation.
>"Oh, man, that Anonymous. She's a real number, eh? She must be in heat 24/7, cause I just want to bend her over pound her 'til she sings."
>"Mac says that Anon's a guy. Said he saw his dick when he went to take a leak."
>"Really? All the same to me when I'm balls deep, anyway. There's a cute little number down in Appleloosa that's probably still screamin' my name."
"...oh my god..."
 
>You make a beeline for Sweet Apple Acres.
>You need to assert your masculinity, and you knew just how to do it.
>Big Mac's the manliest man you know.
>Stallionliest stallion, whatever.
>If the two of you hit the town and pick up some mares, that should teach everyone a lesson.
>All you have to do is sweet talk a ladyhorse and touch her vagina or whatever.
>You arrive at your destination and find Big Mac hauling a cart of apples.
>He smiles widely when he sees you.
>"Howdy, Anon! What brings you around these parts?"
"You know, just in the neighborhood...Listen, you work real hard, right? Do you ever get a day off?"
>"Yeah, I get time off when I need it, why?"
"I was just thinking that we don't really get to spend much time together, Mac. You know, just the two of us?"
>His eyes widen, and he stumbles a bit.
>"N-not really, no. I was just thinking the same thing, ha ha..."
"How about we hit the town sometime? We'll find a nice place and have some fun, yeah?"
>"Y-yeah, that sounds great! Are you free tonight? I know a great place we can go."
>Perfect.
>The sooner you can put all of this nonsense behind you, the better.
"Tonight would be wonderful, Mac."
>His smile practically splits his face in half.
>"Great! I'll pick you up around 8, alright?"
"Sounds good to me. You look pretty eager to get out there, huh?"
>He blushes and scuffs his hoof on the ground.
>"Um...sorry, it's been a while..."
>You had figured Mac was laying pipe all over ponyville this whole time.
>He looks a bit flustered, so you decide to say something helpful.
"Don't about it too much, big guy. With your charm, you won't be waking up alone tomorrow."
>You punctuate it with a wink and a nudge.
>"H-hey, if you think it's gonna be that easy, you've got another thing coming!"
>He returns your wink with a playful rump bump, before shrugging off the cart and happily trotting away to the house.
>"8 o'clock!"
"8 o'clock! I won't forget!"
>This plan is flawless.
 
>You've got plenty of time before you and Mac's guys night out, so you decide to head back into town to kill time until then.
>"Hey, Anon!"
>"What's up, Anon?"
>"How's my favorite Tellurian doing, hmm?"
>"You're looking a bit rough, 'Non. Wanna stop and get some coffee?"
>You felt foolish for not noticing the unusually high amount of male attention you'd been getting before.
>You duck into Sugarcube Corner to escape, feeling oddly flustered.
>"Hiya, Nonnymiss!"
>Pinkie's pronunciation felt antagonistic right now.
"D-don't call me that! ...Please."
>She cocks her head and raises an eyebrow.
>"Um, okay Nonny. I'm glad you're here, though! We just got a huge order in, so there's plenty of baking to go around!"
>She throws an apron over your head and moves behind you to tie it.
>It's a bright bubblegum pink and covered in frills that wrap around around you almost like a skirt.
>It's very short, too, stopping just below your crotch. It wouldn't look out of place as part of a slutty maid costume.
>You tear the apron off and spin around to face her.
"H-hey, I can't wear this! It's way too girly!"
>"...This is the same apron you always wear when we bake together, Nonny."
>You look over the apron and find the name 'Anon' written on it in a pink cursive script.
"Oh, r-right."
>"Is something bothering you, Nonny?"
"...Pinkie, do you think I'm feminine?"
>"Yep."
>She didn't hesitate at all.
>"And?"
"God dammit, I'm not girly!"
>"There's nothing wrong with being a little in-between, Nonny!"
"But I'm not in-between anything! Shit!"
>She wraps a hoof around you and hugs you tightly, running a hoof along your back.
>"You probably feel all super weird right now, but it's alright."
>"I just want you to know, you're the prettiest guy I know, and the handsomest girl, too!"
>You tell yourself to push her away, tell her she's wrong, but you can't.
"I-I have to go..."
>You barely manage to pull away.
>"Come back anytime, Nonny!"