Anons Fancy Pants part 4.5ish (Warning Gay clop ahoy!)

>Two griffons in matching uniforms open the double doors letting them inside the resturant.
>“I hope you’re still hungry Anon.” Fancy smiles as his tail rubs up against Anons still chubby member. “I know I am.”
 >Anon doesn’t respond, his face red and eyes wide as he just looks around the restaurant.
>The dimly lit room is filled with comfy looking booths and tables, most of which are occupied by ponies in fine dress.
>There’s a stage near the back of room with nothing but a podium and a piano.
>All Anon can hear are the quiet whispers of the diners as they stare at him and Fancy Pants.
>Trying not to look at anyone Anon stares at the floor.
“Can we just get a booth?” he says quietly.
>Fancy Pants sensing Anons distress softly brushes Anons leg with his hoof.
>“Of course we can my young colt.”
>Anon starts as he hears the click of the leash, removed from his collar. Turning he sees Fancy wearing a look of concern.
>Fancy nods to Anon before looking to a Griffon walking toward them.
>“My usual spot please.”
>The griffon bows slightly before leading them to a dark corner booth. With a flick of his claws the candle at the center of the table lights up. He then takes Anons coat and heads off to get there menus.
>Fancy Pants sits down first and motions Anon to sit next to him.
>Anon sits down awkwardly on his tail and slides over to Fancy. The feeling as the plug gets jostled around makes Anon moan softly, his face turning redder and redder.
“I…I…” Anon can’t seem to get out the words.
>“No Anon. Its my fault. I overstepped myself.” Fancys eyes begin to well up with tears. “I moved too fast and for that I am sorry.”
>“ I just enjoy public….procreation and it got to my head… I know now you don’t so we won’t be doing it again. We’ll get your tail out have a nice meal and I’ll take you home and….”
Anon interrupts. “I liked it.”
>Taken aback Fancy just stares at Anon with open mouth and wide eyes.
“I’ve never….done anything like this before….somewhere where so many people can see me….”
> Fancy regains his composure  and slides closer to Anon. “You’re not…. mad?”
“I’m…… embarrassed…..but I’m also excited…at the same time.”
>Turning Anons face to him with his hoof. Fancy kisses Anon. Not a light chaste kiss but a deep passionate one. Anon can taste Fancys champagne, feel his moustache tickle the space between his nose and mouth. >Fancys tongue easily overpowers his, exploring every nook and cranny.
>Breathless, Anon pulls back. Fancy stays where he is, letting Anon break the kiss.
>They stare into each others eyes as Anon catches his breath.
>They both almost jump as the griffon with there menu’s coughs.
>Anon grabs his menu and wastes no time searching for meat.
>Fancy Pants noticing the moment is broken glares at the griffon before taking his menu.
>The griffon seeing his mistake hastily retreats.
>Fancy already knowing his order after a moments peruse puts down his menu and looks to Anon.
>Anon is too enraptured by the menu to notice as Fancy scrutinises him.
>His short cut mane…his soft skin…how adorable he looked in his collar….
>He’s brought back to reality as Anon puts the menu down.
>“Well Anonymous?” Fancy moves his hoof to Anons crotch feeling him still half erect. “Have you decided?”
“Well yes….its…its…”
>Smiling Fancy rubs Anon softly. “It’s alright Anonymous. I already know you enjoy eating meat from the carriage ride alone. No pony cares about such things.”
>Anon stifles a gasp as he becomes fully erect.
>Without taking his eyes or hoof off Anon Fancy waves over the griffon server with his other hoof.
>Anon looks up to see the griffon making his way over.
“But you’re still…”
>Fancys smile widens.
>The griffon pulls out a notepad. “What can I get your gentle colts tonight?”
>“Fruit salad for me.”
The griffon rolls his eyes and scribbles the order into his pad. “And you?” He looks over at Anon who’s trying his best not to look at the griffon.
“I…. I would like..”
>Fancys rubbings intensify. “Well spit it out Anonymous. What would you like tonight?”
>Anon tries to talk again but he bites his lip to stop from moaning out loud.
>Leaning forward to hide Fancy’s exploring hoof Anon opens the menu and tries desperately through half focused eyes to spot his choice.
>Half a moan escapes before he clamps his mouth shut.
>He throws his hand onto the menu picking something at random.
>The griffon cocks his head looking at the menu where Anon points.
>Smiling the griffon scribbles down the order. “Chicken Alfaro! A fine choice. Bout time someone actually ordered meat today. Anything I can get your two to drink?”
>“Wine….something sweet.”
>The griffon nods before taking the menus. “Right away”
>His hoof still rubbing away, Fancy watches the griffon head toward the kitchen with their orders.
>Anonymous, panting softly, lays his arms out on the table and hides his head in them. His erection now rock hard.
>Fancy stops rubbing and instead prods Anons side. “Anonymous.”
>Anon turns his head toward Fancy.
>Fancy smiles. “I need you to do something for me Anonymous.”
>Anon unable to speak with the blood pounding in his ears and loins nods slightly at Fancy.
>“Off the table. Here comes the wine.”
>Anon pushes himself off the table and leans back into the comfy booths cushions.
>The griffon places two glasses onto the table and fills them with a light red wine from a very old looking bottle. Glasses full he places the bottle onto the table and takes his leave.
>“Drink up. You’ll need some fire in your belly for this.”
>Confused Anon  takes a sip of his wine. It barely tastes alcoholic, more like a strong strawberry juice.
>Fancy sips his own wine before leaning into Anon. “I want you to get up on stage.”
Anonymous breaks out of his fogginess. “What?!” he almost shouts.
>Fancy lays his head on Anons shoulder. “I want you to sing for me.”
“Here? But I don’t have anything prepared…I don’t know what to sing…”
>“Sing anything Anonymous. I just want to hear you beautiful voice.”
>Anon desperately tris to think of a song to sing.
>Fancy takes his head of Anons shoulder and gently pushes him away. “Go on.”
>Anon gets up from the booth.
>All the diners he can see stop there chatting and look to him.
>Looking to the floor Anon makes his way on stage.
>Stepping behind the podium to hide his erection he takes a deep breath before addressing the room.
“Ladies and gentlemen…..I would like to take this time….to sing you all a song.”
>Every eye in the restaurant is aimed at Anon. The whispers start up again.
“I’m not sure what song to sing so if you will let me collect my….”
>Anon is interrupted by a regal feminine voice from the dark corner booth opposite his own.
>“Sing You Are the Moon.”
>The whispers all stop as every patron turns to the source of the voice.
>A large blue pony with a flowing mane of stars sits there staring at Anon.
>Fancy Pants almost chokes on his wine in surprise. “Princess?!” Is all he can stammer.
>The griffon servants all look in shock as if they had no idea she was there.
>A magical bluish fog encompasses the piano.

Anonymous stutters. “I….how….” Anonymous wracks his brain. How does she know that song? Has he sung it in Equestria before?
>The piano begins to play.
[spoiler]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0yccAsWTOY[/spoiler]
>Taking his cue Anon begins singing.
>Attention sways from Luna to Anon as the music fills the room.
>Luna sits in her booth with closed eyes, trying to enjoy the song as much as possible.
>The diners tails swing back and forth as they become enraptured with the song.
>Fancy Pants can only look on in shock.
>All too quickly the song is finished.
>A hush falls over the room as Luna steps out from her booth.
>“Thank you Anonymous you have made my outing a memorable one.”
>Turning to leave the restaurant she looks back at Anon. “Pleasant dreams…”
>Her lunar guards seemingly appear from nowhere to open the doors, letting her trot out before following close behind.
>The silence only lasts a few seconds before all the diners turn to Anon and stomp there hooves in applause.
>Fancy Pants calmly takes the leash in his mouth before hoping out of his booth.
>Anon smiles and does a quick bow to the still stomping crowd.
>Fancy Pants starts at a slow trot toward the stage but quickly becomes a full on gallop.
>Anon seeing Fancy rush over steps back and puts his hands up in surprise.
“Fancy?!”
>Fancy expertly swings the leash out. It snaps as it reattaches itself to Anons collar.
>Not slowing down Fancy rushes past Anon and through the curtains to backstage, dragging Anon with him.
>Backstage is a large room with boxes of filled with props and instruments as well a large comfy looking couch.
>Fancy makes a beeline for the couch and roughly whips Anon onto it.
>Landing with an “Oomph” Anon stares up at Fancy with wide eyes.
>Smirking Fancy Pants magics his own clothes off and discards them.
>Anon eyes are locked on Fancys hardening floppy member,
>Fancy Pants closes the distance between them and hops onto the couch. Crawling on top of Anon he brings his lips to Anons for a deep kiss.
>Wrapping his arms around Fancy, Anon tussles Fancys mane.
>Breaking the kiss Fancy slides down and flicks Anons vest open before hungrily licking one of his nipples.
>Anon moans and tenses up as Fancy nibbles away.
>Standing up and off and Anon, Fancy leans in till they are face to face.
>“Turn over.” he whispers.
>Anon obediently rolls over onto his stomach.
>Fancy nibbles on Anons ear before whispering. “I am going to rut you into the ground.”
>Anon shivers as he feels Fancy bite down on his tail plug and slowly tug it. Anon bites his lip as it pops out.
>Fancy throws the plug away and magically grabs a small container of lube from his discarded clothes.
>He lathers himself up before emptying the rest on Anons loosened ring.
>“Anonymous.”
>Anon looks back at Fancy
>“Face up flank down.”
>Anon smiles nervously as he turns back and raises his ass into the air.
>Fancy hops his fore hooves onto Anons back and lines himself up before pushing himself deep into Anon.
>Anon gasps as he’s filled to the brim with warmth.
>Unable to hold himself back anymore Anon lets out a long drawn out moan fancy starts jack hammering almost crushing his prostate with every thrust.
>The warm tingling feeling of orgasm starts to spread its way throughout Anons body but despite this he can’t seem to bring himself to release. Panting heavily he brings his hand down and starts rubbing himself vigorously. He moans plea fully as the feeling  of orgasm grows unabated.
>Fancy Pants laughs as he redoubles his speed. “Almost there my little horse.”
>Anon begins spearing himself on Fancy. Pushing himself farther over the edge with every thrust.
>Fancy slips his hooves around Anons waste and hugs him close, letting Anon do the work.
>Too much for Fancy he groans as he pushes himself forward pinning anon to the couch and hilting. The second Fancy’s essence spewed into Anons ass the collar shimmers and Anons body is wracked with orgasm.
>Shoving his face into the cushions Anon screams as he finally cums. Riding the waves of orgasm Anon passes out.
>Breathing heavily Fancy pants pulls himself out, splattering seed all over Anons back and the couch before hopping over and positioning his member in front of Anons face to be cleaned.
>Noticing Anon has pass out Fancy chuckles to himself before wiping his dick clean on Anons face.
>Hastily dawning his clothes Fancy trots back on stage through the curtain.
>He is greeted by a room of wide eyed pony diners and griffons.
>He looks over to the griffon holding their order.
>“Wrap that up and have my carriage brought around. Also fifty bits tip to the one who helps me carry my companion out.”