>Anon stares at himself in the mirror. Vest with no shirt,  puffy pants, white lacy socks……and lets not forget the collar.
>“Well don’t you look nice.”
>Anon turns to see Fleur.
“Admiring the view?”
>“Photo Finish definitely outdid herself…and socks? Looks like some ponies looking to get lucky tonight.”
“Wait, my socks say that?”
>“You don’t think socks are sexy?”
“Well no…..everyone back home wears socks. Anon scratches his head. ” I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen ponies wear socks before…..”
>Fleur chuckles to herself. “Ahhhh you poor thing.”
>The door chime sounds.
>They both look at each other.
>Anons face betrays his nervousness.
>Fleur trots up to him and stands up on her hind legs resting her fore hooves on his chest and looks up into his eyes.
>“Calm down Anon. Fancy is not a harsh taskmaster. You are going to be fine.  Stop worrying so much.”
>Anon takes a deep breath and puts on his best game face.
“Alright. I‘m good. I have this.”
>“That’s my little cocksucker. Now get out there and have a great time.”
>Anons glares at Fleur as she tries her best not to laugh.
>The chimes go off again.
>“Better get going. He might think you ran off.”
>Pushing Fleur off Anon heads to the front door.
“See you later tonight then.”
>Fleur laughs. “Not if Fancy sees those socks you won‘t.”
>Shaking his head Anon opens the front door.
>Standing there is Fancy Pants. Wearing an impressive half suit and a pearly smile.
>“Well I must say Anon you look positively…” Fancy leans in closer and looks Anon right in the eyes. “Scrumptious.”
“Umm ..thank you Mr. Pants.”
>“No need to be so formal my young colt. You may refer to me as Fancy. Now go and collect your coat, our carriage awaits.”
>Grabbing his coat Anon follows Fancy to the carriage.
>“My my what delightful socks you’re wearing.” Fancys tail swishes back and forth rubbing up against Anon with every step.
>A pegasus wearing servants clothes walks up and while bowing his head, opens the carriage door.
>Fancy motions inside. “After you my colt.”
“Uhh thank you Fancy”
>Fancy watches with hungry eyes as Anon climbs into the carriage and takes a seat.
>It’s a lot bigger then the ones Anon has seen before and he fits in quite comfortably.
>Fancy climbs in and takes the seat opposite Anon.
>“Take the scenic route. We’re in no hurry tonight.”
>The servant pony nods and closes the door.
>The carriage softly rocks as it starts moving.
>Fancy looks to Anon and smiles, using his magic he pulls out a glass and fills it with champagne.
>“Well Anonymous we are finally alone together. I must say it is nice seeing you all dressed up. Now I have a single question.”
Anon looks to Fancy. “What is it?”
>“Are you happy?”
“Happy?”
>“Do you have warm clothes on your back?
“Well yes.”
>“Do you have a warm place to call home?”
“I guess so. Though I’m not sure if Fleur is happy with the arrangements…”
>“And I am about to fill your belly so you have warm food as well.”
“Yes I heard we’re going to a very…..expensive… restaurant to eat.”
>“Oh we are but that is not what I am talking about.”
>Anon looks at Fancy. Confusion written all over his face.
“Excuse me?”
> Fancy beams as he motions to his hardening member.
>“I believe I have held up my end of the bargain. You are not dissatisfied are you?”
“No….I won’t lie. Last night was the best night of sleep I’ve had in a long time.”
>“Then I see no reason for hesitation.” Fancy taps his dick with his glass. “Cheers.”
>Getting down on the floor and on his knees Anon is face to cock with fancy.
>“Don’t be afraid to use your hands.”
>Anons takes another deep breath before bringing his hands to Fancys shaft.
>“Hmmm so very soft.”
>Fancys musky sent fills Anons nostrils as he slowly brings himself closer. Opening his mouth he takes a long, slow lick up the shaft to the tip. Bringing his hands to the base Anon starts to caress Fancys large sack.
>Fancy softly bites his lip. “Why were ponies not blessed with such soft glorious hands.”
>Fancy takes a sip of his champagne.
>“Oh my I almost forgot.”
>Anon stops and looks up to see fancy levitate a leash and clasp it to his collar.
>“You may continue.”
>Anon feels a light pull on his leash.
>Opening his mouth Anon takes Fancy inside.
>“Hmmm you are doing a fantastic job Anonymous but its time I fixed something.”
>Anon tries to say what but with a mouth full it doesn’t come out so well.
>“You see all of my previous suitors….had tails.”
>Anons eyes open wide as he sees floating above him is a plug with a tail attached.
>“I even got it in your manes color. Now …..flank up my sexy little colt.”
>Anon tries to bring his head up but finds the leash holding him down. He tries again to say something but is muffled by dick.
>“Shhh shh I’ll be gentle. Don‘t fret..”
>A previously unseen entrance on the back of Anons pants open up giving Fancy a good look at his ass..
>Smearing the plug with some kind of goo Fancy floats the plug behind Anon.
>“Just try and relax.”
>Anon feels the wet plug on his ring. It smears itself around getting the goo everywhere.
>The tip slowly pushes forward, opening Anon up.
>Anon grimaces as this foreign feeling wells up in him.
>Fancy lovingly tussles Anons hair.
>“Relax Anonymous.”
>Breathing in through his nose Anon closes his eyes and does his best to calm down only to notice his own member starting to harden.
>“That’s a good colt.” fancy whispers.
>The plug slides in and out little by little getting farther inside stretching Anon to his limits.
With a squishy “Bloop” the plug finally settles inside.
>“I’m very proud of you. Anal is obviously new to you, that is something we are going to have to work hard on post haste.”
>Fancy moves the tail around a bit, eliciting some muffled moans from Anon.
>“You have a lovely tail by the way. Now I believe its time we got this show on the road.”
>Fancy knocks three times on the door before bringing his glass to his lips.
>“Bottoms up I always say”
>The leash pulls Anon down, stuffing more of Fancys cock inside.
>Fancy takes a huge swig of his champagne before erupting down Anons throat.
 >Anon gulps down the brandy flavoured load until feeling the leashes pull slacken. Bringing himself up and popping Fancy out of his mouth he gasps for air.
>The door to the carriage flings open.
>Anon had been concentrating so hard at the task at hand he never noticed the carriage had stopped.
>Fancy gives off one last spurt painting a string of seed across Anons face as he turns to see a large group of ponies outside with flashing cameras.
>“What a scoop”
>“Bad boy biped munching on Fancy Pants!”
>“This’ll be page one!”
>Fancy Pant’s servant strides forward. “Move aside. Make room for Fancy Pants and his date. Anonymous the musician.”
>The crowd moves apart, still taking pictures like mad, leaving the runway clear all the way to the restaurant.
>Fancy Pants sets aside his empty glass and steps down onto the runway.
>Clearing his throat Fancy turns to Anon. “Lets be on our way shall we?”
>The leash gently tugs.
>Anon steps out of the carriage in stunned silence.
>“Ah let me get that for you.” Fancy pulls a hanky out of his pocket and dries off Anons face.
>“There we are.”
>Fancy throws the sullied piece of cloth away.
>Pony paparazzi rush to grab it as Fancy calmly trots toward the restaurant.
>Anon follows as the leash gently pulls him forward. His new “tail“ swishing behind him makes every step an awkward affair of foreign feelings.
>Two griffons in matching uniforms open the double doors letting them inside.
>“I hope you’re still hungry Anon.” Fancy smiles as his tail rubs up against Anons still chubby member. “I know I am.”