Title:           Fashion Horse Abuse Writing 4
Author:          ndp
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First Edit:      Sunday 26th of January 2014 02:18:23 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 26th of January 2014 02:18:23 AM CDT

>Rarity floats the salad plates in, and her heart feels a little lighter when she sees Anon sitting there, smiling. He's in a good mood.
>She places the dishes on the table and sits down at her seat. It's not the most comfortable position, but this is how Anon always likes it.
>He takes a bite, chewing it slowly, judging it just the way he judges her. She tenses slightly, but Anon goes in for a second forkful.
>"Delicious, Rarity. You really outdid yourself this time," he says in between bites.
>"Oh, this old thing?" she laughs. "Oh, it's nothing really." He nods, and she picks up her fork, permission granted.
>"I'm just glad you like it, Anon." He finishes his salad, and starts telling her about his day working with Twilight Sparkle.
>Rarity listens as she eats. Apparently the two of them made a break through today, and Anon's quite animated as he explains.
>He taps his cup with his finger, once, and Rarity refills the glass as he continues his story, gesturing and even laughing once or twice.
>She finishes her salad and takes the plates, apologizing for interrupting Anon. She walks back to the kitchen, hooves almost dancing with joy.
>If she was less of a refined lady, she'd be pronking like Pinkie Pie. This is the Anon she remembers, this is the Anon she loves so much.
>"One second, darling!" Dishes put away, she grabs the entree and dinner plates and heads back. A wonderful pasta tonight.
>Everything set up, she pulls herself up to the chair. She's trying to get comfortable when Anon calls her name in that tone. "Rarity."
>She knows what this means. She messed up again. "Y-yes, Anon?" She tries to smile at him, to not cringe away. He hates that.
>"What the hell is this?"
>Rarity shrinks in on herself. "I thought we could enjoy some penne pasta tonight, Anon. You enjoyed it so much that other time, I-"
>Anon slams his hand on the table. "That's not what I'm talking about! I know it's penne, are you calling me stupid Rarity?"
>Rarity shakes her hooves in the air wildly. "No, no, of course not, never!" It was going so nicely, and now this.
>He picks up one of the red bell pepper slices in the entree, and stares at it. "I hate red bell peppers. I told you this. Don't you ever listen?"
>Anon flicks it into Rarity's face. She wipes it off, tears starting to swell in her eyes. "Oh, I'm so sorry Anon, I thought you didn't like green bell peppers."
>"I remember you said you loved red ones, so I sent out for them as a special order." Anon tosses his glass just over her head, smashing it to shards.
>"You're so fucking stupid, Rarity. I said I loved green bell peppers." Anon stands up and knocks his chair backwards. "Don't you care about me?"
>He tramps over to the trembling unicorn's side of the table. "Put your hooves down, Rarity," he says in a calm voice, pulling his hand back.
>Rarity lowers her forelegs, no longer covering her face. "I'm sorrryyy, Anon!" she wails. She closes her eyes, waiting for him to punish her like the foolish mare she is.
>Instead, Anon leans in and kisses her cheek. "Shh, shh, it's okay. You just made a mistake, I still love you." He pulls him close to her and hugs her.
>"Clean up that glass, pick all the bell peppers out for later and bring it out again, okay?" Anon kisses Rarity on the lips, swats her on the cutie mark and sits down on the couch book in hand, ignoring her as she works.
>Rarity quickly sweeps up the glass. She's had practice. Back in the kitchen, she separates the red bell peppers from the dish and floats it and a replacement glass back out.
>"Ready, darling!" Everything setup as before, Rarity sits back up in the chair, grateful that Anon was kind enough to give her a second chance.
>"Finally, took long enough." He looks up, noticing where Rarity's sitting. "What are you doing?" He seems surprised.
>Rarity tries to figure out what she's doing wrong. "I thought we were eating dinner together?" She cringes as Anon's face falls.
>"I'm eating dinner. You're not. Get down." Rarity jumps down, resigning herself to another hungry night. At least it kept her slender.
>Rarity starts to walk into her workroom when Anon whistles, and she whips her head around to see what he wants. Anon is back in his seat, and he points at his feet.
>She gallops over and sits on all four legs in front of him, head held down like a proper mare, just as Anon taught her.
>Anon serves himself a plate of pasta, and begins eating. He makes little sounds of pleasure as he eats, and Rarity rubs herself against his feet, happy he's enjoying himself.
>After eating half the plate, Anon stops, reaches down and scratches Rarity's head. "Are you hungry, girl? Would you like a bite?"
>Rarity stands up to join him, only to be pushed down by Anon's feet. "No, stay down there." He takes a small handful of pasta and puts it front of her face. "Beg."
>She thinks about protesting for a second, but when she thinks about how much she loves Anon, how patient he is with her despite her many mistakes, and how badly she hurt him by cheating on him with Applejack, Rarity swallows her pride, sits back on her hindlegs, opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue.
>Anon leaves her there panting for a few seconds before he puts his hand down and beckons her.
>Rarity eats the penne in a few dainty bites, and then sits back, silently asking for more. Behind her back, her tail starts to twitch.
>Anon goes back for another handful and feeds her again, scratching behind her ear as she bites the individual pieces.
>When she finishes them, Anon leaves his hand there. Rarity sits quietly for a bit, then makes a puzzled noise.
>Anon waves his sauce-covered hand in front of her face, and Rarity closes her eyes, then leans forward and starts licking his hand clean.
>When she finishes, Anon pats her on the head. "Good girl." His foot swings between her legs, gently massaging the inside of her thighs.
>Another handful, and Rarity starts raising her hips up slightly and dropping down to the floor as she licks the crevices of Anon's fingers.
>Anon's toe prods between her legs, and Rarity whimpers, tail bouncing up and down, drumming on the floor.
>He slowly feeds and teases Rarity until the plate is clean. Standing up, he looks at the moaning unicorn and the damp mess she made on the floor.
>"Rarity?" She looks up at him with eyes full of devotion and arousal. "Get in bed. Put the collar on, and when I come in.."
>She falls down onto all fours, legs shaky. "I want to see the new plug in your ass. And no excuses about it being too large this time. You may use lube."
>Rarity runs towards the bedroom, clit winking at Anon as she goes. He gathers his plate and takes it into the kitchen.
>Anon picks up one of the removed red bell peppers and pops it into his mouth. "Hmm. Pretty tasty." Smiling, Anon walks out. Today is a good day, he thinks.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
request
1) Rarity prepares a romantic dinner, but Anon doesn't like it. He eats at the table, but forces rarity to eat from the ground like an animal. Then he makes her sit and beg like a bitch and hand feeds her. Anon keeps his class, and Rarity gets horny.