>Anon sits back in the chair, hands moving underneath the sheet thrown around them. "Just a trim, Rarity. Remember, don't get creative."
>Rarity is standing on her hindlegs behind him, scissor and comb floating in the air. She nuzzles his head. "Yes, darling."
>She focuses, and the comb and scissor start their work. As the bits of hair drift down, Anon stares off into the distance.
>"So, Anon. How was your day?" Rarity asks after a few minutes. She moves to the side, getting a new perspective.
>"Fine," Anon grunts. The implements start up again, filling the silence with snipping sounds. Anon moves once or twice.
>"Would you like something special for dinner tonight, dear?" She sets a hoof on his shoulder, and Anon shrugs it off. "No."
>The quiet stretches out, and for once Anon speaks first. "In fact, I'm going out tonight. Don't cook, I'll bring you food home."
>Rarity tries to smile. "Of course, darling." She doesn't ask about coming along with Anon. That's not what a proper mare would do.
>She continues to cut his hair. As she cuts above his ear, Anon shifts in the chair, and Rarity's scissors bite into his ear lobe.
>Anon puts his hand to his ear, and then in front of his face. A small smear of red stains one finger.
>The scissors and comb clatter on the floor as Rarity muffles her gasp with her hooves. He steps out of the chair and looks at her.
>"Rarity," he says in a calm voice. Her legs start trembling and she falls to all fours. Her tail curls between her legs.
>Anon strides over to Rarity, grabs her by the neck and shoves her against the wall, holding her there with both hands.
>She yelps in pain once. "Anon, I'm so sorry." He squeezes tighter. "So sorry so sorry so sorry," she repeats over and over again.
>"You stupid fucking horse, you can't even fucking cut my hair," Anon screams in her face. Rarity puts her hooves on his arm.
>She doesn't try to pull him off, but instead holds Anon's arm softly, like a child holding his mother's hand.
>"I forgive you when you cheat on me like the whore you are," Anon says softly, and Rarity starts bawling.
>"Mmm sorreee Anon," she sobs out past the tears. Anon's hands loosen around her throat, and he gently slides her to the ground.
>He waits there as she cries, mascara running down her face. She finally stops, and Anon whispers to her, "And I still love you."
>He lets go of her neck, and Rarity throws herself around his legs. "Anon, how can you ever forgive me? I'm so dumb."
>Anon rubs her neck, working the tension out of it. "I don't know, Rarity." He stops massaging for a second. "Suggest something."
>Rarity almost feels like crying again. How generous he is to let her make up for her mistake. "Let me take you out tonight."
>Anon's hands lift off her neck, and he yanks his leg away. "I thought you wanted to apologize, not have a nice dinner for yourself."
>Rarity gets off the floor, and tries to hug him again, only for Anon to back off. "Oh Anon, it's not like that!"
>She tries to think what a proper mare would do here, as Anon has tried to teach her.
>Rarity squeezes her eyes closed. "I could... wear that plug you love so much?" Anon says nothing. "Even in public? For a week?"
>The discomfort and potential embarrassment if discovered means nothing if she can make Anon forgive her. "Try again," he snorts.
>She racks her brain, searching for something she can give Anon that he doesn't already have.
>The answer comes to her, and she feels weak at the very thought, but she knows this will soothe Anon.
>"Anon, what if," her voice trails off. "If I were to get that, that piercing?" She winces at the image. "The clit one."
>Anon drops down and puts his arms around her, holding her safe. She sighs and hugs him back.
>He kisses her on the ear and rubs his face against her cheek. "Oh, you silly filly." He nips her ear and she jumps in his arms a little.
>Anon whispers into her ear, "That was almost a good enough offer." Rarity starts to tremble in his arms. "Get my clippers."
>Rarity gasps and tries to struggle out of Anon's arms. "But Anon, whatever would you do with that old thing?"
>Anon runs his fingers through Rarity's beautiful mane. "I think you know." His hand drops down to her teat, fingers resting on the nipple.
>"No, Anon!" Rarity cries out. "My coiffure! You don't know how long it took me to grow it to just the right - eek!" Anon squeezes.
>"Are you saying no to me, Rarity? To me?" He squeezes harder and twists Rarity's nipple, other arm holding her tight.
>"But Anon! It's one of my most beautiful features," Rarity whines. Anon pulls forcefully, and she throws her head back in pain.
>"Then you'll learn to be a better mare next time, won't you?" He kisses the corner of her eyes, wiping away the tears. "Get it."
>Rarity sobs softly as she floats the clippers Anon used before she cut his hair out of the cabinet, hovering it near Anon.
>He pushes it away. "Oh, no. It's you who needs a lesson in how to cut hair." His hand grips her teat, thumb and index already pinching.
>"Shave it. Shave it all off."
>Rarity slowly floats the clippers over to her forehead. "Anon..." He squeezes harder, rolling her nipple in between his fingers.
>"Hurry up, or I won't be so nice." The clippers click on and sit there, buzzing. Anon digs his nails into Rarity's teat, and she yelps.
>"Thank you, Anon," Rarity says past teeth clenched in pain. The clippers move, and a part of Rarity's mane falls to the floor.
>Anon continues to grip her crotchtit roughly, massaging it now. The clippers float back to the starting position. They push forward.
>Another stripe of Rarity's mane falls off, and Rarity's composure breaks. "Thank you, Anon, for still loving this stupid mare," she sobs.
>Anon's hand drops lower, teasingly close. Rarity tries to shift her hips up, but Anon pulls back, denying Rarity his touch. "Almost there, Rarity."
>A few more buzzes, and Rarity is bald and sobbing. Anon slides his fingers into her, marveling at how wet she is. "Good mare."
>Rarity hugs Anon tighter. "Th-thank you Anon for staying with this ugly mule who can never do anything right." Her clit winks, and Anon grabs it.
>Rarity screams, and bites Anon's shoulder. She moans as Anon fingerfucks her without mercy. Her drool runs down Anon's shirt.
>Finally Rarity stops trying to muffle her cries and slumps back in Anon's arms, practically boneless. Anon relents, and withdraws his hand.
>He waves his hand in front of her nose, and she takes it in her hooves and starts licking it clean of her mare juices.
>"You had an accident with some dye, didn't you Rarity?" She nods sleepily. He holds her there, cuddling her dozing body, for a long time.