Anons Fancy Pants part 5

>“No more time for fun Anonymous. Its time you woke up.”
“Huh?”
>Something kicks Anon in the stomach. Rolling him out of his bed and on to the floor, landing on his incredibly sore bottom.
>Anon yelps in pain as he jumps up.
>“Quiet down dweeb I’m trying to sleep here.”
>Shocked Anon looks to the source of the voice. A half awake griffon is laying diagonally across his bed.
“What…but…..who the hell are you?!”
>Ignoring Anon the griffon grabs his side of the covers and rolls herself up in them.
“Hey don’t ignore me!”
>Grabbing the sheets Anon pulls with all his might. Flipping the griffon into the air.
>With a surprised squawk she spreads her wings and rights herself midair, landing back on top of the bed with a very angry look on her face.
>Noticing the claws and sharp looking beak Anon backs up.
“Umm miss…you just kind of kicked me out of my own bed…”
>“Did not you stupid cumdumpster!”
“Hey! Well….. at least I don’t wear stupid mascara to bed!”
>“These” she points to her eye markings. “Are natural…..you on the other hand have pony cum stains on all over your face.”
“What?!“ Taken aback Anon checks his face, feeling some very crusty leavings.. “Fancy Pants you asshole!”
>The griffon grabs the covers off the floor and rewraps herself up in them.
>Anons about to grab the sheets again when he is interrupted by a knock at his door.
>Fleur yells from the hallway. “Anon. Take a shower then get to the kitchen. Got some stuff you might want to see.”
>“Ya Anon why don’t you do that.”
>Grumbling to himself Anon throws away his soiled pants and vest and grabs a newly made bath robe from his new wardrobe.
>Dawning the robes Anon exits his room and turns back to the griffon. “I’ll deal with you later..”
>The griffon laughs as she snuggles up in the nice warm bed.
>Wincing all the way to the bathroom Anon looks through the medicine cabinet for some aloe.
“Ha there you are.”
>Grabbing the green bottle Anon dumps some onto his hand applies it his very tender bottom.
“Ahh well that’s a little better.” he whispers to himself.
>Flicking on the shower Anon washes away last nights exploits.
>Having cleaned and dried off, he heads to the kitchen, where he finds Fleur reading through a newspaper.
>“Well congratulations Anonymous.” she flips the paper over so he can see. A front page picture of him singing on stage. “Your performance at the Eagles Nest made front page. Yes it even mentions you impressed some royalty. When they find out where you live ponies are going to be breaking down the door trying to get you to perform for them.”
>Taking a seat Anon grimaces and stands back up.
>“Little sore eh? Well I told you…” she mouths the word socks. “Well while you’re up you can make breakfast. I’ll have two eggs and toast.
>“Make me something too.“ the griffon yells from down the hall.
Anon walks over to the fridge. “Who the hell is that?”
>“Language” Fleur says sternly before setting down the newspaper and grabbing a magazine. “That is your new bodyguard Gilda. That young lady carried you all the way from the restaurant to here. Seemed to impress Fancy so he hired her. It was too late to make any other arrangements so I let her sleep in the guest room last night.”
“In my bed?”
>F:“Technically MY bed.
“Sorry….”
>Fleur lowers her voice. “Between you and me I think he likes her and just wants to keep her close.”
>A smile crosses his face as Anon opens the fridge. The butcher made a delivery. Half of the fridge is filled with fruit and veggies, the other half with meat.
>Giggling with glee he grabs some bacon and eggs.
>F:“Be a dear and start some tea will you.”
>Anons grabs some pans and a teapot and starts cooking.
>F:“Ho ho ho….looks like some stallion had a great deal of fun last night.”
“Hmm?” Anon turns away from the stove to see Fleur holding up a Magazine with a two page picture of him in the carriage last night with a string of spittle and spooge connecting his lips with Fancys blacked out dick.
“Oh hell I forgot about all the dam paparazzi…..”
>F:“Well at least they censored your face.”
“Just my eyes…why did they even bother. I’m the only human here…”
>“Oh it gets better.” she flips the page. Three pictures of Anon nude and in bed. Two of which have the Photo Finishes haughty followers wresting him for the pillows.
“I thought she needed those pics for my clothes.”
>“Well she did….“ Fleur grins. “I can’t imagine how those pictures could have leaked to the press…”
>Sighing Anon turns back to the stove. Flipping egg and bacon about.
>“Hmm there’s even a nice column about you in here.” clearing her throat Fleur begins to read. “This Anonymous musician likes to get down and dirty with multiple partners. His craving for stallions is so unquenchable that he…” Fleur can’t keep reading as she bursts into a giggling fit.
>More laughter comes from down the hallway.
>“Just for that I’m burning your bacon!”
>Gilda yells back. “You better not!”
>Controlling her giggles Fleur puts the magazine down.
>F:“Now now Anonymous. Its not all bad. Half of Canterlot will be after you for your singing.”
>Gilda walks in still wrapped up in blankets. “Ya and the other half will be after you for rutting.”
>Anon and Fleur look at her with raised eyebrows.
>Taking a seat Gilda sticks out a single claw to flip through the newspaper. “Its cold.” she states flatly.
>The tea kettle starts screeching. Fleur magics it and some teabags over..
>Anon turns back to the stove and starts sectioning out food and dumping them on plates. Before sitting down he goes back to his room and grabs a pillow. Throwing it on his chair he gently sits down.
“So what are we doing today?
>F:“Hmmm not a whole lot today. Fancy left me with a strict set of rules I needed to explain to you. Also we’ll be going to the spa again. Oh and I have some exercises to go over with you later.”
>Gilda begins scarfing down her food. “Rule one. Suck dick like a champ.” she spits out sending half chewed food everywhere.
“Shut up Gilda. Why the spa again?”
>F:“Mm hmm. One of the rules. Anon must visit the spa every day. Something about keeping your soft.”
>G:“Well he is pretty soft.”
“Gilda….are you coming with us?”
>She shivers. “Too dam cold. Maybe take a nap or something after breakfast.”
>Shaking his head Anon gets back to his food, having missed out on last nights supper he’s dam near starving.
>Fleur finishes her food and sips her tea as she magics a piece of paper over.
>F:“Rule number one. Anonymous must not take off his collar unless he wishes to leave my employment.”
”Can’t get the dam collar off anyway. Tried in the shower.”
>F:“Rule number two. Anonymous must go to the spa with the beautiful Fleur every day and have a really relaxing time. He should probably thank her for taking care of him and compliment her at every opportunity.”
“You made that last part up.”
>She points at the paper. “No it says it right there.”
“Lemme see that.”
>F:“Nope, rule number three Anonymous must never take the list of rules from Fleur and he must obey her every command.”
“Now I know your playing around….”
>F:“Well that’s what it says….pretty much anyway. “ Standing up from the table she folds the list and puts it near the front door. “I’m going to go get ready. Finish your breakfast and find some warm clothes. Nothing better to start the day then a trip to the spa.”
>Gilda finishes her food and makes her way back to Anons room.
>Alone in  the kitchen Anon finishes up his breakfast in thought.
“I wonder what she meant by exercises?”
>Before Anon can give it anymore thought Fleur rushes back in and shews him out of the kitchen.
>F:“Go get ready! The carriage will be here soon.”
>Stepping back into his room he see Gilda back in bed snoring up a storm.
>He opens his closet and roots around for something to wear.
>There’s a great deal of very…. feminine clothing in there.
>Finally finding some pants and a nice warm looking shirt and socks Anon dresses and meets Fleur at the door.
>F:“Socks? Again?”
“I told you. We wear these all the time where I’m from.”
>F:“Well I suppose its not going to ruin your impeccable public image…”
“Lets just go.”
>F:“Not yet. You’ve forgotten something.”
>Anon looks himself over not seeing anything amiss.
“What?”
>F:“Rule number four Anonymous must always be wearing his tail when out in public.”
“Are you serious?!”
>F:“Sorry Anon. Its part of your training. I know you’re sore but…you’ll have to grin and bear it.”
“But…”
>F:“No buts. Fancy was very insistent. Last night he cleaned it and left in on your nightstand. With a generous bottle of lube.”
>Seeing Fleur was serious. Anon returns to his room. Gilda’s still snoring like crazy. Seeing his tail as well as the bottle of lube, he takes a deep breath and pulls down his pants.
>Wanting to get this over quickly Anon grabs the lube preps up.
>Before long he has the plug snugly equipped.
>Even with the discomfort….Anons flag pole flies high.
>Sighing he pulls his pants back up.
>G:“Not bad dweeb.”
>Anon quickly turns to see Gilda lazily lounging on his bed staring straight at his pitched tent.
>His face turns deep red.
>They stare at each other for a minute or so before Fleur yells at him from the front door.
>F:“Jam it in and get out here! The carriage just pulled up!”
>Gilda chuckles to herself as Anon pushes the tail through the hole in the back of his pants.
>She waves at Anon as he waddles his way out. “See you later sunshine.”