Anon's Girly Adventure Part Two

> Ten minutes later, you stuff the remnants of a cheesecake in you mouth.
> You ball up the bag, and toss it at a passing Diamond Tiara.
> She shoots you a dirty look.
>You smile and start walking, when a blue blur shoots pass you.
"Watch it, faggot!"
> The blur doubles back.
> Oh, shit.
> It's Sonic.
> He grabs his junk.
>"Suck it, bitch. You're too slow!"
> He disappears in the blink of an eye.
"You used to be cool, until 4kids happened."
> A tear falls from your eye.
> A second blue blur shoots between your legs and knocks you off balance.
> You fall and land square on you chest.
> It hurts like a bitch, and you silently curse Pinkie.
>"Anon? Is that you, Darling?"
> You turn over, clutching your tits.
"Yep, it's me."
> She looks you over for a few minutes, fascinated.
> She eventually looks up.
>"...you need to lose weight."
> Seriously?
> No "how did this happen"
> No "what can I do to help"
> Just "you're fat"
> Fuckin' bitch
"Fuckin' bitch! "
>"I beg your pardon?"
"I know yo marshmellow ass ain't talkin' about losin' weight! "
>Rarity looks particularly appalled.
>"Excuse me?"
> You shake your head.
"Sorry, that was my inner ratchet talking."
> Her expression softens.
>"It's quite alright, Dear. Happens to the best of us. But we need to get you out of those clothes."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. It's cool if you're a lesbo, but I'm not gonna fuck with you until you clean that shitty make up off, Rarara."
>"I'M NOT LESBIAN, YOU CRETIN!"
> She cleared her throat.
>"I simply meant to update your wardrobe. Surely, you don't intend to walk around in a smelly, dirty suit all day?"
"I kinda was, actually." You say, backing up.
>"Oh, no you don't! "
> She uses her black magic to pick you up.
>"You're going to look pretty and like it, fatass!"
> With that, she began trotting to the boutique, with you in tow.
>Many hours later...
>"Aaaaall finished!"
> "..."
>"Anon? "
> She turns around and finds you on top of on of her maneakins, sound asleep.
>"ANON!"
"Muh dick!"
> You fall off, and land on your ass.
> "I've finished your new wardrobe! "
> You groggily check your watch.
> She dragged you in here around 5:30...
> It was now 7:15
> In the morning.
"You kept me in here for almost 10 hours!?"
>"Perfection takes time, darling."
"Pfft."
>She has a large assortment of clothes hanging up.
>"Now, now, Anon. Come pick something. The rest I can have delivered."
>".....on...."
>"...Anon...."
>"ANON!"
> You jump.
"What, nigga?"
>"I-I asked you to pick something to wear and you stopped responding completely! "
"The voices in my head were deciding."
> "...You worry me, Anon."
"I worry me, too."
> You snatch a frilly pink dress off of the rack.
>You slip the fabric over your head and begin to pull it over your breasts, but the fabric--though comfortable-- proves to be too rough for your sensitive nipples.
>Rarity squints at your breasts momentarily
> Then she slaps them.
> No, really.
> She cocked her arm back and slapped the shit out of them.
> Her pimp would be proud.
> You fall back and cover your cleavage, screaming obscenities.
>"It seems these are very sensitive."
"WOW, REALLY? I DIDN'T KNOW THAT. WE SHOULD SLAP A STAR ON YOUR ASS AD CALL YOU PURPLE SMART."
>"I'll be right back."
> A hour later, she returns with a baby blue bra and panty set.
"The fuck is this?"
> "It's something to protect your teats."
> teats
> the fuck?
> You point at the undies.
"I don't need those."
>"Of course you do. Nopony wants to see your fat clam swinging around, dear."
"You're cruisin' for a brusin', my nigga."
> You fumble with the clasp for a while and finally get the bra to stay on.
> You get dressed, and boy, are you the cutest motherfucker or what?
> But...
"Where's my tiara?"
> "Pardon?"
"WHERES MY TIARA, NIGGA!?"
> She hastily places a tiara on your head.
> It looks suspiciously like Diamond Tiara's.
> Fuck it.
> You head for the door.
>"Anon?"
"Huh?"
>"What's a...'nigga'?"
"A zebra."
>"What!? You dare refer to me as one of those filthy--"
"Whoa, calm down, Nazi."
> You slam the door shut.