Of Marshmallows and Men

>Night Rob Stewart Was On To Something on Earth

>Be Rarity

>Anon's apartment is dreadfully boring

R: Anon, this is simply awful

>Paw at your mane and roll on Anon's bed

R: You said you would work on a way to get me back to Equestria days ago

A: I am working as hard as I can

>You hang your beautiful mane over the edge of the bed and pout

R: I miss my friends, and Sweetie Belle, and my sewing machine... oh, and my little kitty, Opal. The poor dear's probably worried sick about her mommy

>You cross your magnificent hooves over your heart

A: Well, I am sorry about your family and friends, I can't work any faster on getting you back to them. I did, however, find this in my travels today and thought you might like it

>You lift your head up to see what Anon brought you

R: Oh, Anon, a present for moi~?

>Anon presents to you a large, grey sewing machine

>The shiny red letters read "S-I-N-G-E-R" across the top of the machine

>You gasp and hop to your hooves

R: Anon, you shouldn't have, oh, but you should, how love~ly!

>Your voice skips about as you express your excitement

>You suddenly realize how much more you are missing home right now as your hooves trace the finely made body of the sewing machine

R: A dress would probably make me feel better and I can make a matching hat. Oh, and I could tidy up your suit, Anon. No offense, but, they are becoming rather rough from your repeated use of them

>Anon beams at you

A: Well, actually, I have a very intimate problem, if you could take care of it for me?

>You ears perk up at the word "intimate"  and you listen in for such juicy details

A: Well, hah, you see, I kind of snagged my face on a low-hanging nail a few days back. I was wondering if you could just fix that little hole

R: You, Anonymous, want me, little ol' Rarity from Ponyville, to fix your most precious treasure?

A: Well, yeah, i-if you wouldn't...

>You cut him off with great pleasure in your voice

R: Why, of course, I would be honored to help you. After all, it was you who let me live here and feed me and give me such exquisitely soft blankets and excellent 1000 thread-counted sheets. I simply could -not- stand uncounted threads to sleep on

>You cast your left hoof over your forehead

R: I will only try to bring your mask back to its former glory so that you may proudly resume being, well, you!

>Anon smiles and thanks you

>You think to yourself that you've never seen Anon without his "face" on before

>While it is only prudent for a lady to always "have her face on", it was much more a part of Anon than simply make-up and masks

A: So... uh, well, here you go

>Anon reached his hands into the collar of his suit and loosened his tie

>You watched with bated breath as the tie hung slack on his neck and his white collar was turned up

>His strong, human fingers crept expertly into the collar and caught the edge of where the mask laid on his neck

>You moved slightly closer and basked in this overpowering sensation of utter exposure

>The mask slid up a strong, clean neck line

>It lifted up more and more, revealing a smooth, pointed chin and soft, full lips

>You began to shake with anticipation as his small, human nose was revealed next

>And here you were at the threshold of Anon's helplessness

>The mask fully lifted from his head for the first time in years that you had known him

>You saw his well kept, if self-administered, mane and his smooth eyebrows that perfectly lined his eyes

>And in a moment, you stood captivated by his soft, understanding eyes

R: A-Anon, y-your eyes!

>Those eyes held deep, meaningful wisdom and tender, warm conversation the likes of which no stallion had ever compared

>Anon blinked as if in slow motion, his eyelashes neatly meeting and parting

A: Oh, is there something in my eye?

>You voice was detained in the pit of your throat and barely a squeak parted your lips

>Even his voice was different

>Not cold and unyielding as it sounded coming through the mask, but the voice of a friend you'd never known

A: Charity, are you OK?

>Your heart thud so fiercely in your chest that you were concerned he might hear

>You could feel a bead of sweat well at your forelock, just under your horn and it took every ounce of your being to speak

R: N-nothing... y-your eyes are... perfect

A: Oh, well, thanks in advance for helping me with this, I'm going to get back to those books and see if we can't get you home soon

>A thought sparked inside your head of "home" and you thought of your next move carefully

R: Anon, now please, you've been working much too hard for me. I should do something for you in return

A: Fixing my face would be perfect for me. Didn't you say you missed your friends and family so dearly

>You did! Curse you, line 9!

R: I am sure they miss me, however, they are adults and I am sure they would understand such circumstances

A: Alright... if you say so

>Anon walks over into the kitchen and leaves you with your new sewing machine, threads, a variety of fabrics and his "face"

>You stare at the green, smooth mask in your hoof

>This beastly mask hides the face of the most beautiful creature you've ever seen

>You stare for a while at the mask, the image of Anon's eyes burning a picture in your brain

>You whisper to yourself aloud

R: Those eyes, like refined diamonds, why does he hide himself from both our worlds?

>Today has raised more questions than you'd ever like to think of

>You set up a work station and press the hoof pedal for the first time

>The machine springs to life as it feeds the thread into a knot

>You stare intently at the mask again while picturing Anon's face

>You thoughts race about you

R: Oh woe is me. If I complete this mask, this -prison-, Anon will be happy and hidden once more. But, if I don't, I could look upon those beautiful eyes again and they would be filled with sadness. What ever shall I do?

>Anon returns with two cups in his hand and a small, neatly prepared bowl of some delicious smelling food

A: Ah, good, you're still here

>You look up at him quizzically

R: Where would I have gone?

>You try to catch his eyes again, but he seems to be doing his best to hide his face from you

A: Oh, I don't know... it was just really quiet. Not like you, at least, for the last few days

R: I am sorry if I had been that much of a nuisance

>You know Anon's words ring with a lot of truth

A: Oh, no, I didn't mean it like that, I... I just, you know? Do you like the Singer?

>Anon seemed to speak with much less enthusiasm and force without his mask

R: Yes, it feels so right between my hooves. I belong behind a desk, creating beautiful things

A: Good, I am glad you like it

>You try to turn your neck and catch another glimpse of Anon's face, but he obscures it with the shadows of the apartment

>The only light, other than your work bench, is coming from the full moon shining through the window

R: Anon, I've been having a few concerns with your mask

>A devious, malicious and downright, unlady-like thought enters your mind

R: Surely, you do not mind -me-, Rarity, around while you are not wearing the mask?

>You approach closer and closer, the wicked thoughts in your head battle each other for dominance

R: Before I finish it, could you... could you let me see your face again?

>Anon doesn't stir from his shroud

>You are at his knees now

>You place your hooves on either side of his legs and pull yourself up a bit

R: It will be done before you wake in the morning, I promise as an artist~. I-I would just adore seeing your -real- face again. After all, are we not the best of friends?

>Your horn begins to light up with magic as you attempt to illuminate Anon

>He grabs your horn with one swift motion and blocks most of the light

A: I can't let you do that, Marshmallow

>You blast another ray of light

>It hits the ceiling before vanishing

A: What's gotten into you, Charity?

R: A lady has needs to fulfill!

>You can't believe you said that!

>What has become of the lady Rarity who is now bearing down on her only friend in this world?

>You get a hold of yourself and your magic fades

>Tears form in your large, blue eyes as you sink into Anon's lap

R: Oh, forgive me, Anon, I never meant to go this far. I just couldn't help myself! Your eyes are like the most magnificent gems I've ever seen~!

A: Y-you think my eyes are nice?

R: Nice?! More like flawless diamonds

A: Gee, I don't know what to say... sorry for the rough treatment to your horn

>Anon loosens his grip on your horn and with a strong, soft gesture, he caress it from your mane-line to the tip

>Your back legs fall out from underneath you and your head buries itself in his lap

R: A-A-non~! Oh, not t-t-there!

A: Oh my! I suppose that would be sensitive, haha, sor...

>You can't take this anymore

>You demand satisfaction after this emotional roller-coaster

R: Ah-ah-again, please~

>Anon's hand is still for a moment

>You feel that after all the cruel things you have done so far, this may just end your friendship

>You sit there, ready to be banished or exiled, or whatever it is humans do to ex-friends

>Anon takes a deep breath in and slowly lets it out

>Your stomach is so full of butterflies at this very moment that you almost wish you had a mask to hide behind

>Before another morbid thought can cross your mind, Anon strokes your horn again

R: Ah-ah-oh, oh, yes~!

A: Heh, this is excellent, also explains why TwiBright threw me out that day... yeah, that was confusing me for a while

R: D-don't stop, I need this

>Anon chuckles and strokes you with swift, deliberate motions

>You all but melt in his expert hands

>You moan in every-way-but ladylike as Anon picks up the pace

>With a few steady thrusts, you lose control and your special kind of "magic" is released in a powerful blast

>Anon is engulfed by the bright light as you lay in his lap

>Drool hangs from your muzzle and your whole body aches from the strained position

R: Ohh~, Anon, that was wonderful

>Anon runs a finger along your muzzle and traces your lips

A: Y-you too

>You look back to Anon's suit jacket

>Your loss of control has reformed his coat into a jet black, double-breasted coat with gold buttons and form-fitting shoulders that naturally contour to Anon's own frame

>By Celestia, you must have been pent up!

A: This jacket is kind of nice... I wonder how it'd look with my face on?

>Anon turns your head to face him

>His icy hands soothe your hot face

>You see him stare into your tired eyes

>Those beautiful features of his fill your mind as he speaks nonsense to you

>Before you realize, you're being carried to your bed

>Anon hummed the 'Sleep Song' as he placed your delicate body down

A: Goodnight, SquigglyTail, see ya in the AM

R: You would make *yawn* a perfect prince...

>Zzz