>Three weeks now.
>You leave your small house on the edge of Ponyville with the hope that you won't get hit again.
>The sound overhead gives her away.
>You duck down and dodge the streak of color that barely misses your head.
>"You're getting better at that, Anon."
"Is there any damn reason you try and take my head off every day, Dash?"
>"Naw, just havin' a goof. Ya know?"
>You straighten your suit and brush off your pants.
>The pegasus hovers near your head.
>"What makes you wanna keep dodging, eh?"
"What do you mean?"
>"You could just let it happen. Boom. On the ground and I'm on top of ya."
>Dash leans closer to you with an eerie smile.
>You take a step back.
>She gives a flap and moves closer.
"I'm running late."
>"You're early. I know."
"Have you been watching me or something?"
>Dash says nothing, but gives a sly half-lidded smirk.
>You step around her and move at a hustled pace towards town.
>Why was she doing this? She was practically stalking you.
>Suddenly, a blur of pink slams into your chest, flooring you.
>"Hidey-Ho Nonny!"
"Pinkie I swear to Celestia you broke a rib."
>"That's okay! You can stay in bed and rest and I'll take care of you!"
>Her face leans down to yours as her mane deflates.
>"Foreverrrrrrr..."
"Get off me, please."
>"Hehe! Okay! But you can drop by anytime!"
>She springs from your chest, bouncing with her sound effects and skipping off to another street corner.
>You push yourself up, rubbing your chest.
>Nothing broken, just sore.
>You tore the seat of your pants, though.
>Grumbling, you take off your jacket to hold and cover the tear.
>You're gonna have to get it fixed sooner or later.
>You round a corner and move in the direction of Rarity's shop.
>The door opens as you move to knock.
>"Anon, darling~! So good of you to drop by!"
"Rarity, I need a quick fix, nothing more."
>"Anon! I'm not that kind of mare! You'd need to take me to dinner first."
>You groan. This was a mistake.
"Look, I popped a seam on my pants. Can you fix it, or is it beyond your skills?"
>Whatever spell was causing her to act in such a way flickered as her ego stepped in.
>"Are you insulting my needlework? Get in here! I'll have your pants fixed in two shakes of a mares tail."
>Forceful, but at least she's focused on fixing your pants rather than getting inside them now.
>You move in and she rushes you into the dressing room.
>"Pants, NOW!"
"Calm down, Rarity! Jeez."
>You remove the tore garment and toss it over the lip of the door. The sound of hooves move into another room and a machine whirs to life.
>You twiddle your thumbs idly when lighter steps move in.
>"Miss, I have your order here!"
>Sweetie Belle pushed open the door with a wrapped parcel held in front of her head.
>You stare at her, sans pants.
"...Good morning."
>"Oh, Uhh... H-Hi Anon. Fancy seeing you here! W-Without pants..."
"I fell and tore the stitching. Your sister is fixing it for me right now."
>"That's... Nice..."
>You think you smell sauce in the kitchen. Spaghetti for lunch.
>Sweetie Belle slowly backed out of the changing room and left you alone.
>Rarity soon returned with your pants, looking even better than before.
>You slip them on with excessive ease and comfort.
"...Wait a minute are these tailored?"
>"Anon, please. I've had your measurements for months. How else could I have made your tux?"
"What tux?"
>"For the gala silly. And the wedding."
>You step out of the dressing room.
>Rarity is wearing a gown.
>"It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, Anon~"
>You bolt out of the boutique with a streak of at your heels.
"It's even worse today..."
 
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>With your spiffy new tailored pants, you feel like everypony is eyeing you.
>Oh, wait. They are.
>Mares all around stare at your ass like it's tonight's dinner special.
>Though it's probably not the best idea, the library is a good place to hide.
>At least Twilight only ever did mild flirting.
>Bookhorse was a shy nerd.
>You take one step from Rarity's doorstep and suddenly, you hear music.
>When the hell did Rarity find time to install strut music to your pants?
>And how did she even get hold of a single from the 70's in your world?
>Your pace quickens to get off the street as fast as possible.
>Unfortunately for you, you've got a small posse beginning to follow in lockstep with you.
>On a whim, you freeze and pivot on your heels.
>The crowd stops and spins with you.
>You step left.
>They step left.
>You realize your pants have the power to organize flash mobs.
>Groove your way to Twilight's treehouse accompanied by mesmerized mares mimicking your magnificent moves.
>You zip through the door and slam it behind you.
>Twilight lets out a quiet yelp of surprise from the sound.
>"Oh! Anon! Glad you came by. Listen, I know you-"
"Twilight, shut up. Don't talk, just listen."
>Her mouth hangs open mid-sentence, then closes as she nods.
"I need you to, and listen carefully!"
>She nods.
"Disenchant my pants."
>Her face flushes red.
>God fucking damn it, purplesmart.
>"W-Well, I mean, I could-"
"No, listen! Rarity did SOMETHING to them."
>Her blush fades.
>"Oh. Well, what seems to be the prob-"
>One step is all it takes. The music starts up again.
>Twilight reels in surprise.
>"Okay, lemme just..."
>Her horn glows for a moment, then zaps at your pants.
>Then, silence.
>And she didn't even ruin your pants.
>Or remove them.
"Thank you, Twilight."
>"You're welcome. Now, what I wanted to ask was-"
"Twilight, you just did me a favor, so I do owe you one, but please don't ask what I think-"
>"-if you would want to go on a picnic this weekend."
>Twilight looks sad.
>Damn it, Twilight.
>At least she wasn't trying to jump in your pants.
"...That actually wasn't what I thought you were going to ask. And it sounds nice."
>Twilight brightens up immediately.
>"Th-That's great!"
"I do need to hide out here for a while, though."
>"Why's that?"
"Everypony is about ten times worse than normal."
>"Well if you didn't like us, just say so!"
"No, not- I mean- Ugh. This morning, Rainbow Dash almost too my head off, for like the 20th some-odd time this month. Pinkie nearly caved my chest in, and Rarity fixed my pants and was standing in a wedding dress waiting for me to march her down the aisle."
>"I... What."
"Yeah, that's about my gauge on everything."
>"Have you seen Fluttershy or Applejack yet?"
"No, I was planning on building a barricade here and lasting on emergency rations until everypony forgets about me."
>"I don't have emergency rations."
"Well, Spike will have to do."
>"You're not eating Spike!"
"It's times like this when the needs of the one outweigh the needs of the smaller one."
>Twilight is not amused.
"Okay, maybe that was a little-"
>*POOF*
>You're outside.
>In the crowd of mares.
>And this time, she took your pants.
"GOD DAMN IT TWILIGHT!"
>Do your best to dodge the flock of female horses and get away.
>Yellow quiet isn't too aggressive either, try there.
>Rainbow Dash would be impressed by your sprint for safety.
>She's probably looking down on you right now watching your ass.
>You move to knock on Fluttershy's door, only to have it open as you approach.
>You almost punch her in the face.
>"Oh, Anon, you-.... Are not wearing pants..?"
"It's a long story."
>"I see... Do you, um, want to come inside?"
>Loaded questions, you can almost taste the air it's so palpable.
"Thank you, I would like to enter your domicile."
>"...Darn it."
>She steps out of the way with a little pout.
>You slip inside as she shuts the door behind you.
>"So where are your pants?"
"Twilight's place, probably."
>"A-Any reason?"
"We had a little disagreement."
>"Oh, dear."
"Well, I might have made a joke about eating Spike if she had no food."
>"Do you like to eat after umm... 'that', Anon?"
"Wh- No, we didn't do that!"
>Her wings lift a bit.
>"R-Really? So, if you wanted-"
"No, Fluttershy, I don't want to have sex with you either!"
>Her head droops, as do her wings.
>"O-Okay."
"Hnng."
>That guilty look. You swear it should be illegal.
"I... Do you want a hug or something?"
>The quiet pegasus gives a nod, stepping nearer to you.
>Her cheek nuzzles against your leg.
"Okay, you can stop that, I get it. You're cute."
>You give a sigh and crouch down, wrapping your arms around her neck and giving a little squeeze.
>"Yay~"
>You let her go, but she doesn't stop rubbing against your leg.
"Fluttershy."
>Now she's pushing her body against you.
"Fluttershy!"
>Her hooves are trying to climb up your body.
"FLUTTERSHY!"
>And now she stops.
"Why is everyone trying to fuck me?"
>"W-Well I just really like you."
"That's sweet, but doesn't really answer my question."
>You give a rub of your temples as you try and figure out how to get these ponies off your dick.
>"Do you want some lunch? It's almost noon. Maybe a little nibble of something light?"
"Is that a serious question or are you trying to trick me into something lewd?"
>She shakes her head.
>"I'll wait until you're ready to have sex with me voluntarily."
>She gives a smile.
"...Of all the things to say without a stutter or a blush, you manage that."
>And there's the blush.
"I'm just going to try and sneak back home. I need new pants and I have got to figure out what's going on."
>"Oh... Okay... Then, just be careful, I guess."
>You leave her cottage with a bad feeling of whats to come.