Anon - My Pants Are Buckled (unfinished)

>Taking a step back, you brush a strand of disheveled lavender hair aside
>It had taken you weeks to finish this particular dress
>But it was for Anon, so it was going to be worth the time and money
>But it wasn't really a dress, per se
>It was closer to lingerie that barely covered anything
>You were finally going to have him as your own!
>Slipping into the revealing outfit and then putting a dress over, you picked up you phone
>Flipping through your contacts, you reached the one you needed to call
>Finding the green-skinned contact photo, you hit 'Call'
>"Hunky man~ (Soon to be lover)"
>Dialing... Dialing...
>Aha! He answered!
>"Hey, Rarity! What's up, haven't heard from you in a few days."
>His voice turned her knees weak
>Clearing your throat, you try to void all trembles from your voice
"Nothing special, darling, I was just... wondering if you'd like to get together. Have some good, watch some TV."
>And hopefully get to know his... exact measurements, as a seamstress always should about her customers
>"I guess I could drop by later. I'm going to the movies with Fluttershy later tonight, so I'll have to squeeze this visit in somewhere"
"I hope that isn't the only thing you'll be squeezing in~" you say under your breath with a slight moan
>"Did you say something, Rarity?"
"O-oh, no darling. I was just streching"
>"Okay then. When do you want me over? I'm open for a few hours before I need to go to the movies."
>You didn't like the thought of competing for Anon's affections
"How does right now sound? You're obviously not busy, might as well do it now"
>"Alright. I'll start up my car, be there in 15 minutes, tops."

>Perfect
>With a newfound happiness burning inside you, you walk to the kitchen and prepare some food for you and the hunk coming to your house
>Deciding on a plate of crackers and some smoked salmon
>Humming a little tune to yourself as you cut the fish, you go over the plan for seducing Anon
>Surely, the stories from the other girls couldn't be true; but you listened to them anyways
>Apparently, Anon was oblivious to anything sexual thrown his way. Applejack had tried undressing in front of him while they were working on the farm together; he politely told her that she should probably put a shirt on because he remembered that it was going to rain that day
>A week after that, Pinkie had gone the same route. She had invited Anon to work with her in the bakery, making cupcakes and other pastries.
>With all the ovens on full blast, it didn't take long for Pinkie to begin taking off her clothes while using her deft tongue to clean spoons of cake batter.
>Anon had remained his usual self, ignoring the horny girl in front of hi, turning on the A.C. and putting all the spoons in the dishwasher
>Both Applejack and Pinkie were heartbroken after the incidents
>But no matter how much you loved the girls, or how many stories you heard about how difficult it was to get Anon...
>He was going to be yours
>You would stop at nothing for him
>A familiar wetness envelopes your loins, cementing the idea of bedding him