Anons Fancy Pants part 3 (Sorry clop is coming soon)

>Fleur paces around the kitchen impatiently.
>“Its half past noon and the biped is still sleeping.”
>A letter from Fancy was delivered this morning, it had some very detailed instructions inside.
>“Come on Anon we have a busy day today….”
>She stops pacing as the door chimes sound.
>“Well no time to be gentle then…”

>Anons is knocked out of his peaceful rest as the door to his room explodes inward, ponies and music flood into the room.
>Shrieking Anon pulls the covers over his naked form.
>A light blue pony with a white mane and weird red sun glasses stands before him.
>“I…… Photo Finish…have arrived.”
>Anon looks around the room at all the oddly dressed ponies.
“What’s going on? What are you doing in my room?”
>Photo Finish strikes a pose on top of a briefcase.
>“Making… da magics!” She slaps the briefcase with her hoof and a camera pops out.
>Two of the other ponies grab the bed sheets with there teeth and tear them off, leaving Anon desperately trying to cover himself with his hands.
>The camera flashes.
>“Hold zat pose!”
>Anon turns to grab some pillows.
>Another flash.
>“Yes yes zat is perfect!”
>Anon starts struggling over the pillows as the two ponies try taking them from him.
>The cameras flash blinds Anon and he loses the pillows.
>“Woonderbar!”
>Photo Finish takes one more shot before kicking the camera back into its case.
>“Ve have vhat ve need!“ Photo Finish poses dramatically again. “I go!”
>She rushes out the door followed close behind by her two flunkies.
>The music fades away as they exit the building.
>Anon, still shocked, sits naked on the bed as Fleur walks in.
>“Sorry about that. Photo can be pretty eccentric…. Would you like some breakfast?”
>Anon stares at her dumbly before he notices her eyes trailing down his naked body and quickly covers up.
>Rolling her eyes Fleur sighs and throws him some clothes.
>“My bath robe. Don’t walk around in my spare sheets or towels.”
>Finding it too awkward to wear Anon ties it around himself.
“So what was that? I thought Fancy was starting things off with group activities…”
>Fleur laughs and shakes her head.
>“No…Fancy doesn’t like to share his toys…..no offence.”
“None taken. Mind if I take a shower first?”
>“Make it quick. There‘s a pony coming to fix your main then a griffon is coming to talk about your diet and once Photo has your clothes delivered we‘re hitting the spa.”
“She’s making my clothes?”
>“Mostly just designing them and only your dating clothes at that. Your every day clothes will be made by someone else.”
“Date clothes?”
>“Yes Fancy isn’t wasting any time. I have to get you primp and ready for your first date. Tonight.”
“Oh” Anons eyes open wide. Visions of what Fancy has planned dance through his head.
>The rest of the day is a blur of frantic activity.  Anon barely had time to scarf down some eggs and toast before a pony showed up to style his hair, cutting it down from its long tangled mess to a manageable size.
>The griffon was a butcher and mostly just questioned what types of meat Anon preferred.
>Then the clothes came in. Coats, pants, shirts, vests, ties, suits, robes almost everything Anon would ever need.. No underwear though and the closest thing they had to a shoe were sandals…they would have to do for now.
>With warm clothes happily worn Anon and Fleur made there way to the Canterlot spa.
>After a hoof message (better then he expected) and having his nails cleaned Anon and Fleur relax in a hot tub.
>“Hmmm such a nice day to be out at the spa.”
“First spa trip for me. That was a lot better then I thought it was going to be.
>“Hm hmm you’ll have to come here with me again then. It’s so nice and refreshing”
>Anon leans back and stares up at the roof.
“What should I expect at tonight’s…..date?”
>“Hmm well you’re going to a restaurant, the Eagles Nest, it’s a very upscale diner that serves meat. it’s a family run business and from what I hear the service is quite nice.”
“I really don’t know much about fancy dining.”
>“That’s alright it should- just be you and Fancy. I doubt he‘s going to hold lack of experience against you.”
“Well what….what will he expect of me?”
>“Well I don’t know anonymous. Fancy Pants is a strange stallion. Entertainment maybe?”
“Entertainment?”
>“Look Anonymous I don’t know if he’s going to throw you over a table and rut you. He probably won’t but still…”
>Sighing Anon sinks lower into the bath.
“I don’t know if I can do it…”
>“Anon you’ll be fine. Probably.”
“I hope so”
>The rest of there spa day is spent in silence.

>Getting back home Fleur finds a letter on the kitchen table.
>“Hey Anon! Looks like Fancy picked out your ensemble for the date. Should be laid out on your bed.”
>Walking into his room Anon gasps as he sees what’s on his bed.
>Fleur trots in curious to see what Fancy has chosen.
“Why…why does it have a collar?”
>“A collar?”
“A collar.”
>“Hmm that’s new. Well get dressed you’ve got to be ready to go in less then an hour.”