Anons Fancy Pants part 2 (Clop soon I swear}

Chapter 2

>Fleur is sleeping on her large queen size bed, peacefully dreaming the cold night away.
>Abruptly she is knocked out of her sleep by a loud pounding noise.
>“What who where?!” she stammers in confusion throwing her covers aside.
>She listens intently as the noise continues.
>“Is that my front door?” she think to herself still half asleep.
>Hopping out of bed it finally hits her. The biped from the market.
>She scowls. “I hate when that peacock is right.”
>Rubbing the sleep out her eyes she puts on her slippers and trots to door which continues to pound.
>“I’m coming I’m coming…”
>Unbolting the front door she flings it open with magic.
>Wind and snow blow in the now open door. The noise of the storm previously muffled by the door almost deafens Fleur.
>Standing there in the middle of it is Anon, slouched over and rubbing his hands together for warmth.
“He…Hello Mrs.”
>“Get in already! You’re letting all the heat out and the snow in.”
>Anon crouches down as to not hit his head and walks inside.
“Thank you so much”
>“Don’t thank me. You’re only here cause I owe Mr. Fancy Plot.” She slams the door behind Anon and represses a shiver. It is wickedly cold out tonight.
>Before she can be ridden with guilt over having left him out there in the first place the smell hits her.
>“Oh my goodness.” She puts a hoof to her snout. “Get out of those rags immediately!”
“But I”
>Fleur won’t let him finish. “Now! There’s a bathroom down that hallway, first door on the left. I’ll start the water just get out of those horrible things.”
>Fleur grumbles to herself as she heads into the bathroom. Plugging the tub she turns the hot water on full blast.
>The heated water slowly fills the tub.
>A still shivering Anon walks up behind her with his clothes under his arm, all he has left on is his underwear.
>Seeing this Fleurs horn flairs and his ratty hole filled underwear is torn off.
>Anon yelps in surprise as his undergarments fling off. Leaving him wholly naked and face flushed.
>With a look of disgust Fleur takes his clothes from and walks out of the bathroom.
>“I’ll take care of these…...things. You wash up.”
>Anon covers his crotch with his hands.
“What about my clothes?”
>“I’m getting these out of my home. I’ll find you something to wear after you are cleaned up.”
>Fleur walks into her kitchen and grabs a spare garbage bag out from under the sink.
>“Ew ew ew ew ew”
>Stuffing the clothes into the bag she tries not to gag from the concentrated smell of homelessness.
>Tying up the bag she quickly opens the door and flings it into the snow storm outside.
>Slamming the door shut she looks out the window, watching as the snow envelops the bag.
>“That can be summers problem….”
>Behind her she hears Anon sloshing around in the bath.
>“Well I’m awake. Might as well make something to drink. The biped will probably want something to eat too from the look of him” she thinks to herself out loud.
>Trotting back into the kitchen she pulls some milk, chocolate, bread, lettuce, tomato and celery out of the fridge.
>A thought hits her. Does he need help cleaning himself?
>“No….must give him the benefit of the doubt…I’m sure he knows how to clean himself.”
>Memories of the diamond dog come back. His disgusting fur matted with so much grime and other unmentionable things.
>“I will never understand Fancy and his dam fetishes…..still I had better check on him.”
>Putting the milk in a pan she turns the stovetop on and leaves it to warm up.
>Trotting to the bathroom she notices its door is closed.
>“Biped must like his privacy” she thinks. “Or its stealing everything not nailed down!”
>Anon almost jumps out of the bath in surprise as the door flys open.
>A very aggressive looking Fleur stands there glaring at him.
>Anons eyes widen in fright and he hold his hands up in front of him.
>Fleur noticing his fright quickly calms down.
“Sorry…I…umm…I was making some hot chocolate and a snack. Would you like some?”
Anons recovers and brings his hands back down.
“Yes please I would really like that.” With an embarrassed look on his face he asks. “Mrs?”
>“Yes? Is there something you need?”
“What is your name?”
>Shocked Fleur stares open mouthed at Anon. She completely forgot to tell him. Hay she doesn’t even know his name yet.
>“I’m Fleur Di Lis……. and what is your name biped?”
He turns his head away, hiding his embarrassment. “Its Anonymous. I know you’re only doing this for Mr. Fancy….plot….but still. Thank you.”
>Fleur giggles. “You really don’t want to call him that to his face. He really hates it when I let that slip. His name is Fancy Pants. A very wealthy and influential jackass.”
>Noticing Anon has the soap in hand Fleur silently thanks Celestia for small miracles.
“Could we talk when I’m out of the tub?”
>“Hmmm? Oh yes of course. I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re finished.”
>Anon watches as Fleur walks out. He sinks into the tub letting the water heat him up as he goes over the day in his head.
“Well this is another fine mess I’ve gotten myself into. At least its warm here.”
>Lathering himself with soap Anon washes away the dirt and dust from his brief spout of homelessness. >Rising from the tub he looks around. Finding a towel he steps out of the tubs and dries himself off. A large mirror stands before him. Fleur must take great pride in her appearance. The thing is huge and easily reflects all of Anons degraded form.
>Anon takes a good look at himself. Hes lost a lot of weight since coming to this crazy world, been a while since he last cleaned himself too.
“Bleh gotta put some meat on these bones.”
>Not seeing any bath robes Anon wraps himself up in Fleurs towels. Feeling warm and snug he exit’s the bathroom and wanders down the hall looking for fleur. He doesn’t have to go far and finds her sitting at a table sipping some hot coco.
>Fleur raises an eyebrow when she sees all her towels.
“It’s a human thing”
>“Uh huh.”
>Anon takes a seat opposite Fleur and stares hungrily at the tantalisingly delicious looking sandwich lying seductively on a plate between him and Fleur.
>Fleur takes another sip of coco before pushing the plate as well as a cup of coco over to Anon.
>Animal instinct honed like a razors edge Anons hands spring into action. Grabbing the sandwich he hungrily tears into it.
>“So how comfortable are you with large objects shoved up your plot?”
>Anon gags and starts coughing, launching half chewed bread and veggies everywhere.
>Fleur gives Anon a few moments to stop coughing and collect himself.
>“Just a question.”
>Anon still trying to catch his breath glares at Fleur.
“I was hoping I was going to be the top….”
>Shaking her head Fleur sighs.
>“Sorry Anon, Fancy Plot has a great many strange and unique fetishes but being a bottom is not one of them.”
>Anon is silent for a few minutes, picking apart what’s left of the sandwich.
“Can….can he actually do all those things he promised?”
>“Without a doubt. Fancy is an egotistical narcissistic jackass but he is true to his word as long as you are true to yours.”
>Staring out the window into the cold storm Anon mulls this over in his head. Warm home, nice clothes, good food and enough bits to get him out of here.
>Fleur finishes her coco and stands up.
>“I’m not going to kick you out into the storm. Think it over. I won’t sugar coat it though. Fancy will make you do some very demeaning things but he will take care of you and he will do his best to be gentle.“
>She trots out away from the table but stop and turns before leaving the kitchen.
>“Your room is down the  hall farthest room on the left. If you really want this then when the morning comes…. stay. If not then I can at least point you in the direction of a homeless shelter. Maybe social services can help you get back up on your hooves.”
“What about my clothes?”
>“Ummm don’t worry about those. I am sure Fancy has something planned.”
“What?”
>“Goodnight Anonymous”
>Fleur hurries to her room before Anon can question further.
>Anon finishes off his snack and downs the whole cup of coco before standing up. Trying not to let his towels slip he trudges off to his room.
>Anon barely looks around his sparsely furnished guest room before falling onto the small bed, passing out almost as soon as his head hit’s the pillow.