Title:           Anon's little predicament
Author:          Devil-in-the-Machine
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First Edit:      Thursday 3rd of March 2016 08:39:50 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Friday 27th of May 2016 12:39:59 PM CDT

>You are Anon, a pretty normal, slightly taller than average human.
>6'6 actually, but that's in human american measures.
>Apparently in equestria you are twice that, a gargantuan 4 meters.
>And your mass has substantially increased too.
>By twice.
>Its kinda sad, you think.
>Always having to watch your step to not crush anypony but the princesses.
>At that you don't wanna think about tripping over a monarch.
>But the, arguably, worst part?
>The fuckin buildings and doorways in particular.
>Gah, fuck that shit!
>Gives you back problems, and more than once you've needed help out of a jam in the door.
>Suddenly, the bane of your existence before you opens to reveal an ankle high rarity.
>Finally, its been, what? Five minutes?
>"Hello, Anon! Come on in!"
"I'll pass. I rather not squeeze through small spaces unless I have to."
>Rarity throws a hoof through her hair with a giggle.
>"Oh you and your sexual innuendo."
"...what?"
>"Never mind darling~ Did you need a new suit? Some work clothes?"
"Uhh, I need some underwear, and a few undershirts...."
>"Oh ABSOLUTELY dear!"
>Rarity goes from glowing to sheepish.
>"But uh... you're quite right. I can't get your measurements if you need to compress yourself to fit. Could I trouble you to a visit?"
"Wait, Rarity, this is the third time you've taken measurements. Shouldn't you keep them on hand?"
>"Silly Anon, VIPs of the fashion world have their suits perfectly tailored each time they have one made."
"But its undies..."
>"Indeed darling, but you are a special case. Your modeling for me makes me the exclusive expert on human fashion. Everything I do must, has to be, and will be perfect, at least in regards to you."
>She has a point...
>Maybe your letting that VIP thing go to your head...
"Fine. Cmon, I'll walk you."
>A happy little walk later, you and Rarity are passing Fluttershy's cottage.
>A trail back a ways, near a little river, takes you to your more properly sized home.
>As a bonus, you have a water wheel to supply some electricity.
>"Oh my, I will always LOVE that riverwheel Anon. Its absolutely graceful and powerful at the same time~ Much like some I could think of."
>Rarity and her stallion gossip again, its kinda cute.
"I'm glad you like it, sucker took a long time to build. Take a seat anywhere, we just walked a ways."
>You hold the door for her as she passes into your home.
>The doorway is comically oversized, like what you might expect Jack to look like in the Giants house.
>More cute, man its like these ponies are sugar-based lifeforms, not just carbon.
>Would explain her similarities to a marshmallow...
>"I'm ready when you are darling. Go ahead and peel your clothes down while I find my ladder."
"Sure."
>You walk towards the bathroom, but Rarara halts you.
>"Darling, where are you going?"
"Oh, I'm going to the bathroom to strip."
>Rarity takes a breath.
>"Dear, I /am/ your seamstress, I'll see you in your underwear anyway, go ahead and do it t-there."
>...
"Okay."
>Makes sense.
>Rarity is pulling the ladder up to a wall, tall enough to easily reach your face from.
>Looks like she's outta breath, red face and all, you didn't think it was that heavy.
>In your slacks and shoes, you walk over and pick it up, placing it proper to the wall for her.
>Hmm... You guess it might be strenuous for a pony, but she's a unicorn.
>You glance at her.
"Hey, you alright? Why didn't you just magic it?"
>She stares at your chest, looking real tired in the eyes.
>She speaks low, like maybe she was actually tired.
>"Magic requires focus Anon.... right now my focus is on, sizing you up~"
"Uhh, my pants are still on?"
>Rarity recoils with a squeak, but recovers after.
>Maybe it really was too heavy...?
>"Indeed they are dear, but you r-requested undershirts too, yes?"
"Oh, so I did. Thanks for reminding me."
>"Now, errr, if you could finish? I would like to... do my job! Yeah."
>You comply with a grin.
>Kickingnoff the slacks, you notice Rarity staring at your junk.
>Pretty hard.
"Hey uh, Rares? You lookin at me a pretty good there."
>"Yes sorry darling, I am making calculations."
"In your head? Wow, you're pretty good at what you do."
>"It comes with years of experience, thank you Anon. Now, simply stand there for a moment, tell me what material you want? Its free of charge, for my star model."
"Can I get a pair like the red ones you gave me, y'know, the really comfy and airy ones?"
>"Of course Anon deary, the satin and silk mix. You have such... delectable tastes~"
>Uhh
"Thanks...?"
>A silence falls between you as rarity has produced a length of material, working at it industrially.
>In a matter of minutes, she's finished three pairs, and she's working a special one now, if you had to guess at the extra attention it's receiving
>Pretty soon though she's done with that too.
>Next you see her going to town on matching shirts.
>Again, the last one gets faberliahzed extree.
>"Here, put these on now, I wanna see you in them or I'll never be satisfied."
"What? Underwear too?"
>Rarity dramatically brings a hoof to massage her temple.
>"Yes Anon, I am y-your seamstress."
>She's pretty much hidden her face in her hooves.
>Must be frustrating, but you're still not too sure.
"I dunno Rares, seems a little... risque?"
>"Please Anon, just take them off. I'm dying to see you. Er, in my clothing that is."
"Muhhh. Sure."
>You peel outta your green boxer briefs, and reach for the pair she special made.
>White with royal blue trim along the elastic and seams.
>Her cutie mark adorns the right hip, both inside and out.
>The same with the tight fitting shirt, which feels amazing.
>Her cutiemark sits proudly upon the right breast area, drawing attention but not being obtrusive.
"hey Rarity, this is amazing, tha- Rarity?"
>You turn to find rarity passed out, a little blood dribbling from her nose.
>An idea pops into your head, and you think it'll be... pretty fun....
 
>Be Rarity, waking up from the best dream you've had in awhile.
>It was about Anon too, and you're surprised you hadn't... made a mess of the sheets.
>Oh my, speaking of, these sheets are exceptionally warm, if somewhat rough on the fur.
>Definitely not yours, where are you again?
"Huh? What?"
>Your eyes open, to confirm what you didn't believe.
>You are tied to the bed, belly up.
>This is...
"A-Anon? Anon darling? Are you here?"
>The door opens, and Anon walks in, wearing your outfit.
>By Celestia, it defines every little muscle.
>But...
"Dear, why am I tied up? And what's behind your back?"
>Anon smirks, walking up to the bed.
>"I've noticed how you look at me Rares. I'm not oblivious, y'know. I think its my turn to play."
>Anon chuckles low and dangerous, a mad glint in his eye.
>The thing behind his back was a crop, and he strikes you across the inner thigh with it, causing you to tear up and moan in pain.
>"Well see how you like the unwanted attention."
>He slaps you in the same spot till its red and nearly raw, then grabs it and kneads it rough.
>When you are able to catch your breath, he's already moved to prodding with one massive finger.
>You make to speak, but he rams in with three fingers, stretching you painfully.
>You almost blackout from the sensory overload, but when you come to you take a deep breath.
>Then look anon in his eye.
>"Darling, hng~ its not r-raPE! if its CONsen-he~nsuial. Th-hagh! Hough I'm curiOUS as toooooo how we proceed with the S-s-Suh-hize difference?"
>Anon slows his pace a little and bends in.
>"Guess we'll find out, huh?"
>His lips meet yours and you splash his palm and wrist with juice.