>Be Rarity
>and it is your birthday today
>The other girls decided to celebrate this by taking you out on the town.
>It's been relatively quaint so far.
>Some light shopping at a few boutiques.
>Spa treatment and mud bath.
>And a nice dinner at your favorite restaurant.
>Now it was getting a bit late but the others don't seem to be done for the night.
>"Now hold on there Rarity, This night ain't over just yet."
>AppleJack wraps her arm around your shoulders and pulls you close to her as you all walk down the street
>"Couple of us have one more surprise for ya"
 
"Really AppleJack, I do appreciate the fondness but I do feel like we should call it a night"
>It was a bit late in the night.
>Really, where else could you possibly go?
"Awww Come on, Rares! Trust me when I say this is going to be awesome!"
>Rainbow Dash seems a bit too enthusiastic about this.  She has the biggest grin on her face you've seen her have in a while
>Which should be cause for concern for you as yours and her tastes could not be more different.
>You look over to the others, which Twilight Sparkle and Fluttershy seem to have a collective smile and nod.
>"C'mon!  Surprises are always the BEST!"  Pinkie Pie seems to really like the idea of the surprise.  "Don't be such a party pooper!"
 
"Do you know what this 'surprise' is, dear?"
>You ask Pinky
>"Nope! But, that's why it's a SUPRISE!"  She is very cheery over this.  She then grabs your arm and leads you down the street. "Ok girls,  lead the way!"
>Several minutes pass and you are led into downtown Canterlot.
>In fact, this isn't a very... prim and proper part of the city.
>Where on earth could they possibly be tak-
>"Here we are!"
>Oh my
"You're joking, Please tell me you're joking!"
>You're not amused with their choice of destination.
>In front of you stands a small door with a large male standing in front.
>Above the door is a modest sized red neon sign that simply read 'The Tool Box: Live male models'
>"Of course ah ain't jokin sugar, yer a woman now and ya need to get yer fill of fine studs.  Rainbow an I had this planned an-" She was cut off
"This is NO place for a woman like me nor will I go along with this!"
>"Awww, C'mon!"  Dash whined.  "We had everything planned and saved up for this!  You won't have to pay a thing and just enjoy the sights!"
>You cross your arms and flick your hair back, not impressed.
"Really hun, it seems like you and AJ did this more for your enjoyment that it is for me."
>Both Rainbow Dash and AppleJack stood stiffened up to those words.
>"Th-that's besides the point!"  Dash retorted.  " We just felt that it'd be best if we'd all share in on this moment and just live a little and even let Rares get a first taste of some real hot guys!"
"That's a horrendous reason as to why I should do something so raunchy.  Honestly darling, what made you think I would even be ok with this?"
>"Well..., Yer always talkin 'bout them handsome guys in yer magazine." you look over to AJ as she continues "...talkin bout 'how much you would love to measure that stunning chest'"  Your face gets a bit warm,  most likely a blush forming on your face.
>Before you could fire back at AJ, you feel a weight on your back.
>"C'mon Rares! you can use this opportunity to feel those 'big muscly' thingies and use that for research for future fashon designs!"  Pinkie weighing her two cents and herself onto you.
"Pinkie! you can't be serious about going into this deplorable place?"
>"Why not!?  Sounds like a lot of fun!  I always hear about these are like parties! and the costumes they wear for these! I'm sold just on that alone." She seems to be on the side of Dashie and AJ, but what about the others?
"Wh-what about you two?  Surely you wouldn't want to go along with this, right?"
>You almost feel like this is a desperate cry for someone to side with you.
>Both Fluttershy and Twilight both have a hue of red on their faces and both look away,  seemingly embarrassed for themselves.
"Well, actually..., I wouldn't mind seeing it for myself.  After all, it'll surely beat looking guys up on the computer."  Everyone looks over to twilight over her little comment.  She just scrunches over a little, like she is trying to disappear "I mean, if we're honest with each other, I don't see the harm in ogling over some nice looking guys once in a while."  Never thought super smart, meek Twilight Sparkle would be this lewd.
>Well, she's lost, your only hope left is Fluttershy.
>You look over to her and she's still embarrassed and not looking at you.
>"Well, um, you see,  While I wouldn't be too comfortable with this, since everybody else seems to be into it,  I guess.  I guess I am ok with it."  She starts to rub her arm as if you hurt her.  "I'm sorry Rarity." She adds in an almost whisper.
>You now look over at everyone else, all their eyes fixed upon you.
>You let out a big sigh and rub your eyes in frustration.
>Looks like you don't have a choice
"Alright, fine!  Just this ONCE and that's it!  This will only be between the 6 of us and not a word to each other afterwords!"
>You will at least set the rules of how this will go down.
>Everyone seems to nod in agreement.
>"Alright then, let's go see some hot guys!" Rainbow Dash exclaims and she and AppleJack both head up to the bouncer first and shows him their I.D's
>Everyone else does the same and ventures into the small club.
 
>It's about as you would expect from a small club.
>Dimly lit with sporadic red lights all over, 
>A stage to the back of the room where several males who may as well be full on naked are sensually dancing to the tune of some really loud hip hop beats where the bass drowns out anything else
>A DJ in the corner yelling some nonsense and other females eating it all up 
>Throwing single dollar bills onto the stage.
>Really why dd you ever agree to this?
>AJ, Dash and Pinkie seem to be enjoying themselves with the company whilst Fluttershy has this look of she really wishes she was somewhere else.
>The night goes as you assumed, several of the male dancers huddle over all 6 of you.
>Dash is teasing one of the strippers with larger bills
>Pinkie Pie is getting in on the action dancing with another of the strippers whilst wearing his hat.
>Fluttershy is awkwardly petting another male stripper wearing cat ears as if he were her pet.
>And Twilight seems to be hypnotized by another of the strippers swinging junk inside the pouch of their g-string.
>This is all about you could take for the night.
"Ok girls, clearly this is not my cup of tea, now if you'll excuse me..." 
>You tried to tell the others that you were going to leave but then, several of the male strippers grab your shoulders and place you back down on your chair.
>They then pick you up and carry you onto the center of the stage.
>It was then the lights go off and the music stops.
>"Alright Everyone!  Let's give it up to our birthday girl for the night, Rarity!!" The DJ yells over the loud speakers and everyone in the club begins to cheer for you, even your friends.  
>"And to celebrate this special coming of age night, we have given her a free session with our number one Stripper, ALL TO HERSELF!" once again everyone including her friends cheer loudly.
"Now hold on! I just-"
>You try to get up out of your chair but again are set back down by your suitors, all of them with large smiles on their faces.
>"Now now honey, don't be shy and give it up, to our main even of the night!  The Mystery Man, ANNONMUS T INCOGNITO!!"
>Wait, what?
 
>No, it can't be
>Anonymous T Incognito.
>A name you hadn't heard since high school.
>You glance over to the the girls and they all mostly have the same mix of confusion and worried expression on their faces.
>The lights go back on up the stage and there stands a single male wearing a tuxedo with a fedora tilted so it covers his eyes.
>The music begins to play and he still just stands there for several seconds.
>He begins to slowly walk up the stage and suddenly stops, and begins to groove his hips to the music.
>Everyone else seems to be eating it up.  But not you, you're still not sure what to think.
>He then places his hands into his coat and begins to groove some more.  Then suddenly stops.
>He rips his coat and shirt off to reveal his bare chest.
 
“Oh my...”
>You couldn't help but marvel.  A perfect chest and 6 pack abs as if they were recently chiseled out of marble.  All the other girls are screaming and you can't help but let out a horse laugh out of sheer terror.  Feeling you face get hot.
>He takes a few more steps towards you and once again stops, his eyes still covered with the fedora.
>He grabs his pants and seamlessly rips them off, revealing his finely toned legs,  also was he just wearing a single legged g string?
>He begins to smile and squats down to his knees and teases the now hyperventilating onlookers and are frantically throwing money over to his direction, he begins to crawl towards the girls and almost rubs his crotch into their faces.
>He finally turns his attention to you and crawls ever so closer to your chair,  he is then right in front of you and his face inches away from your lap and as he stands up slowly he removes his hat and places it on your head.
>He still seems to be wearing a black mask over his face but you both finally lock eyes and feels like time stands still 
 
>You look into his eyes and for a split second, a look of shock and horror in his face but quickly recomposes himself, stands upright and then shoves his junk right into your face. And shakes it violently all over your face.  You are taken back and yelp for a bit and then he grabs your hand and places it on his butt-cheek
>He then forces your hand to give it a squeeze.
>Firm
>Was this really the Anon from Canterlot High?
>The same Anon who was a sweet buffoon who was close to you and the girls until he drifted away after a certain... 'incident' 
>Really it was so long ago.
>You were teenagers
>... maybe you were a bit too harsh on him?
>Sure he asked you out.
>And you told him you'd rather date Twilight's dog than him
>You didn't tell him that exactly.
>But you maaaaaaaaaay have also called him a fat slob.  You can't remember.
>He took it pretty hard, he stopped hanging out with you and the girls and altogether you never saw him around school.
>Now?
>He just lifted you out of your chair and flipped you around and bent you over the chair and started to grind your rear end.
>You look over to the others and see Dash, AJ, and Fluttershy with very red and shocked faces.
>Pinkie was still hooting and hollering and making humping motions.
Twilight had the goofiest looking red face with a trickle of drool treading down her mouth.
>Good lord is she pleasuring herself over this?
*Smack*
>You yelp as you felt a sharp sting on your rear end.
>Anon just spanked you and at this point you had enough and began to scream and shoved the chair over and ran off the stage and out the club.
>You can hear loud boos from the crowd and the music abruptly stop.
>You don't care, you feel completely humiliated at this and the fact that Anon did all this with that magnificent body of his left you in a hot a bothered state.
 
>You burst out the front door of the club and try to clear your mind.
>Breathing heavy over that little... show, you lean on the wall near the bouncer and try to calm yourself.
>You try desperately to forget what had just conspired a few moments ago, but the more to try to forget, the more you see Anon's package merely inches away from your face.
>The more his smell of fresh cocoa butter lotion all over his body intoxicated you.
>The feel his flesh in your hand, squeezing and yearning.
>You feel a pair of hands grab a hold of your shoulders and shoots you back into reality as you jolt and scream.
>”Whoa! Hey Rares, calm down!” You come to and see the others are surrounding you.  “Geez, you look like a wreck.”
>Rainbow's words stung a bit, but you couldn't blame her, you can feel your makeup run down your face from the sweat and heat of the events and you wipe your face. Most likely ruining it even more.
 >You look over at the others, each with a look of concern and faint blush still on their faces.
“Please tell me that was not the SAME Anon from back in High School!” 
>You finally blurt out.
>They all gave worried looks to each other, except for Twilight,  Since she was a transfer from Crystal Prep she wouldn't have met Anon before he had just up and vanished.
>”You mean that fat weirdo from High School?”  Dash was the first to answer.  “Ha! No way that could have been him, no amount of time could transform an ugly dork into that sweet hot piece of meat.”
>”Rainbow, that's not a very nice thing to say about a friend.”  Fluttershy ever so quietly retorted to Dash over rude words.
 
>”I dunno sugar.”  AJ spoke up. “That guy in there had a real mad look on his face when he took notice of us after Rarity ran off, it may'a been fer a second, but ya could tell he wern't too happy to see us there.”
>”Umm.” Twilight Sparkle speaks up finally. “Can anyone fill me in on this?  Who is Anon?”
>Everyone stares at Twilight and her current state, with dry stream of drool from the corner of her mouth and her glasses on crooked and face still a flush of red.  Looks like she had enjoyed herself a bit too much.
“Oh darling, it's a long and complicated story, don't worry too much about that.”
>You try to reassure her it's no big deal.
>After all, why dig up past wounds?
>”What's so complicated about it?  He was just some loser who used to hang out with us too much and tried to bite off more than he can handle by trying to ask Rarity out and left crying after Rarity totally shot him down.”
>Rainbow sure doesn't beat around the bush, does she?
“Rainbow Dash!  That's not what happened!”
>”Oh yeah?  Then please tell me, because last time I remember you were giving quite the rant about how he had the nerve to ask someone like you out”  Dash retorted and placed her hands behind her head.
“I..., well I..., um.”
>You had no answer.
>Perhaps you were too harsh on Anon back then?
>It's not like it wasn't for his own good.
>Look at him now!
>”Really Rarity!?” Pinkie Pie speaks up now, with her arms crossed over her chest and a disappointed look on her face.
>”You MAY have found him a bit weird, you may have thought him to be ugly, but he was still our friend!”  She was now taking steps towards you. “And friends don't hurt each other! You could have easily let him down much smoother.”
>”I, I agree with Pinkie Pie.”  Fluttershy speaks up again.  “Despite what you all may have thought of his looks, he was still a really sweet guy and his heart was always in the right place.”  She now looks to the floor.  “Poor Anon, he probably does this as an escape to those painful memories.  He must still be hurting inside.”
>”That settles it!”  Pinky speaks up again and grabs your hand. “We're going back inside and wait for Anon to get off work so we can talk to him and apologize for reals!”
>You try your hardest to protest
“I will do no such thing!”
>”You WILL do such thing!” 
>You try to pull your arm out of Pinky Pies hand but then feel several sets of hands on your shoulders.
>”Sug, I think it'd be best fer ya to take care a this” AppleJack somberly tells you.
>”Yes, I agree with AJ, it would be best for all parties to get some closure over this”  Fluttershy adds her two cents as well.
>You look over to Twilight, she just shrugs her shoulders. “I also think it may be for the best to make up.”
“Please ladies, I really don't want to do this!”
>You plead and whine.
“At least now while my face looks like a total mess!”
 
>You all enter back into the club.
>Twilight helped you wipe your face clean of any makeup that was running down your face.
>You'd  honestly now want him to see you without makeup, but the other option is much worse than the former so you go with it..
>You all go up to the bar where the bartender is washing some shot glasses and notices you.
>”Sorry ladies, we're closing soon, no more drinks.”
>”We don't need any drinks.” Rainbow Dash replies.
>”Yep, we're just waiting for Anon to get off so we can talk to him.” AJ adds.
>”Anon?”  The bartender looks confused for a minute. “He doesn't like when women wait and try to hit on him after work, just giving you forewarning.”
>”Oh no, we're actually friends of Anon.” Fluttershy then tells him.
>”Friends?” The bartender looks confused again.  “Huh, he always tells me he doesn't have or want friends.  Ha, always knew he was a joker.”
>That doesn't sound good.
 
>You all wait for the club to close.
>Little by little the other patrons begin to file out and the DJ starts to disconnect his set.
>The bartender is cleaning the bar and the bouncers come in and are telling you ladies to leave.
>The bartender then tells them that you were Anon's friends and, much like the bartender, the bouncers laugh at that as well.
>That really can't be good
>There are a few other girls who were at the bar as well, seemingly waiting just as you are.
>Finally, some of the performers start to file out from the back.
>Some leave with some of the other girls who were waiting at the bar.
>Finally, it looks like Anon has stepped out from the back.
>Dressed very modestly given his impressive physique.
>Baggy jeans, large sweater, and a beanie covering the top half of his face.
>”Hey Anon!  These lovely ladies here say they're friends of yours.”
>The bartender yells to Anon and gestures to you 6 and he looks over to you.
 
>Anon's eye narrow as he scans the 6 of you.
>He doesn't look happy
>But he doesn't look mad?
>He just looks, indifferent.
>”Good one man, you know I've told you I don't have any friends.” Anon comments to the bartender and continues to walk out the club, not acknowledging any of you.
>A few of the other girls who were waiting at the bar along with you begin to rush over to Anon trying to gain his attention 
>He simply pays no attention to them whatsoever and walks through them.
>They try to follow him but are cut off by some of the bouncers.
>You took this time to get past some of the bouncers and follow Anon outside.
 
“Anon wait!”
>You call out to Anon, but again he doesn't respond
>You start speed-walking to catch up to him.
“Could you please at least hear me out for just a moment?”
>Anon slows his pace and looks over to you with a glare on his face.
>”and hear what? 'Oh, I'm sorry for what happened, I know you were ugly as sin before, but now that you are hot, please take me in your arms!'” 
>Anon mocked your apparent posh accent in his little rant.
>”I'd be lying if I said I wasn't still at least a little mad over it, but it was a while ago and I mostly moved on.  But I still find this insulting.”
“Well,  look, I just want to say for what it's worth,  I truly am sorry for what happened and I sincerely never wanted you to drift away from us.”
>Anon slows down a bit more.
“Also, I'm sorry about me.  I never should have said any of those nasty things to begin with.  I can't excuse my behavior then when I was a foolish young girl.  People change, darling.  All I ask of you is to forgive me for what happened and nothing else.  If you wish to keep your distance from me, then so be it, but the others would love to see you again.”
>”Nonny!” 
>Pinkie Pie and the others have caught up to you and all have a happy look on their faces.
>A small smile creeps on Anon's face for only a second and then fades when he turns back to you.
>”Well, you're right about one thing.  People do change.”
>He turns away from you all.
>”Even me.”  he then walks off.
 
 
>You are Anon
>and you're pissed.
>You were hoping to never have to see her again.
>But, somehow, someway, they found where you work now.
>And you were doing relatively well with not having to deal with her.
>It had been years.
>Many years.
>But you still remember.
>You two were friends.
>Not close friends.
>But certainly not just acquaintances either.
>You met her on your first day in your first year at Canterlot High.
>She was as beautiful then as she is now.
>She stopped you ask you directions to a classroom.
>Sure enough, it was the same as where you were going
>You struck up small talk.
>Found out she was really into fashion. 
>Which isn't out of the ordinary for someone like her.
>Luckily for you, you played a lot of fashion simulation games on your free time to have a sensible knowledge of fabrics, types of clothing and even designer names.
>Yeah, you were a gamer.
>You spent most of your free time playing any game you could get your hands on.
>Never really the athletic type.
>So of course, little exercise and low quality diet will always equal bad physique.
>Didn't really matter, you had made a new friend.
>She even introduced you to some of her other friends as well.
>Most of them were great people.
>Except for Rainbow Dash.
>She always seemed like a moody bitch.
>Probably because she was a very outgoing and athletic chick, and like you said, you weren't
>But she usually gave you shit for little reason.
>Again, didn’t matter, the others were all cool and you could tune her out for all you cared.
>You were content.
 
>but apparently not content enough.
>Midway through junior year, you decided to go for broke and ask Rarity out on a date.
>Maybe you were a bit too bold
>You had a tiny feeling in the back of your mind that she was out of your league.
>But, you got along well.
>That should count as much as outer beauty too..., right?
 
>Oh man were you naïve 
>You could not have been so wrong.
>You were so stupid to even think for a second that for a girl like Rarity, inner beauty and compatibility mattered.
>Sure she had played the posh, uppity girl type well.
>But you swore at the time you saw the genuine her.
>The generous and sweet her.
>You asked
>Her first initial reaction?
>She laughed
>Not even a giggle
>But a full laugh
>When she saw your shocked expression the laughter stopped.
>”Oh my goodness, darling, you were serious?”
>...Yes!
>You were dead serious!
>She laughed a bit more “Oh come now deary, you really think we'd mesh well together?”
>You explained your mutual love for fashion.
>”Just because you know a few fabrics and designers names doesn't even make it close to a mutual love for fashion.”
>She continued to lay it all on
>”I mean, look at you, you're a mess darling.  I need someone a little more... dashing”
>Really, you're going with that?
>”Someone with a bit more ambition, some one with more interests and..., someone who isn't a fat slob.”
>Fat slob
>You've been called fat many times.
>Fatso
>Fatass
>Fat Fuck
>Tubby
>you name it, but it never bothered you.
>But for some reason
>This one time
>Out of all the others
>It got to you
>Now, maybe it was because you never saw that coming from someone like her.
>But the term 'fat slob' sounded very demeaning to you.
>You try to tell her you'll change for her.
>That you'll shape up, for her.
>She places a hand on your shoulder.
>”I'm sorry darling but it's just not going to happen.  And frankly, you shouldn't even try.”
>Ice cold.
 
>So that's it
>You just stand there, not knowing what else to do or say
>”Look Anon, you truly are a sweet guy.  But please understand, I'm just out of your league.”
>You just nod and leave.
>You leave the hallway
>You leave the campus.
>And you run.
>You have no idea where to, you just run
>You also obviously don't get too far because, again, fat.
>But you still run
>You run until your legs give out from under you.
>Your sides feel like they are on fire.
>You regurgitate your lunch from earlier in the day. And continue to crawl until you can get back on your feet again
>And you continue to run some more.
>It hurts.
>but this pain masks the pain you felt in your heart, as stupid or as cliché as it sounds.
>You didn't want to see her again.
>You were able to convince your parents to yank you out of school.
>Home schooled it the rest of the way.
>Was it an overreaction?
>Looking back at it?
>Yes, a total overreaction
>You're embarrassed about it now.
>You feel ashamed of your former self at that at least.
>Acting like a big pussy back then and not facing it head on.
>But it also felt like a blessing in disguise.
>Because once again, as cliché as it sounds,  You worked out.
>Physical pain.
>It felt a hell of a lot better than emotional pain.
>Running
>Weight lifting
>Boxing
>Boxing was fun.
>You got to punch things and people.
>And people punched you back.
>Anything to not feel like that again.
>Like you were addicted to it.
 
>Years fly by
>Through gym and sparring partners, you fall into this career path of male stripper.
>It's decent money.
>Some nights are better than others.
>It was a learning experience for sure.
>What women liked, disliked how much teasing you could get away with
>The feel of many women yearning for you is also really nice.
>Even if it is just for your body.
>But now you do have that body.
>You could say Rarity dumping you in such a spectacular way was the right kick in the ass for you to get out there and do something.
>Whether it was to prove her wrong
>Or just to mask the pain with a different pain. 
>You get off the bus and walk a few blocks to where you're living.
>A very small studio apartment located on the 6th floor of the building
>A simple room with a kitchen in the corner and separate room for the bathroom.
>Another corner has a small desk with a computer and tv next to it
>Your twin sized bed was push towards the far wall which was a large window to the outside.
>But being on the 6th floor in the inner city you don't get much of a view.
In the last corner of the room is your designated workout area.
>It isn't much.
>Some dumbbell weights and a punching bag that you can lift and connect to the ceiling for sparring.
>Which you decide to do.
>You set up the bag and begin punching.
>Letting out some vent up frustration you didn't know you had left in you.
>You keep whaling away at the bag  with all your strength.
>You forget to put your gloves on.
>After several minutes of solid punching, your hands are a raw red.
>Skin beginning to peel from the constant punishment you were dishing out.
>You give it a rest and go soak your hands in warm water for a few minutes and wrap them up.
>You then pop some painkillers and call it a night.
 
>You are Rarity
>It is the next day.
>And you are very tired.
>The events of last night kept playing in your head throughout the night.
>”People do change.”
>”...Even me.”
>Was he really still hung up on that from all those years ago?
>I guess you really can't blame him.
>But you did sincerely feel bad about it.
>And you did apologize to him.
>Even if he didn't accept it.
>That's his problem.
>You aren't the bad guy anymore.
>If he wants to continue wallowing in his own misery over something that happened ages ago, who are you to stop him?
>Yes, let him continue to be miserable.
>...
>Then why do you still care so much?
>Why do you want to see him again?
>Why do you want to make this work all of a sudden?
>You look over to your clock and notice it is well past the time your alarm was supposed to go off.
>Well, looks like you were skipping class today.
>No way in hell were you going to rush and get ready or skip putting on makeup altogether.
>Now that you freed up your day, you caught up on some much needed beauty sleep,
>Woke up properly.
>Showered, and got ready for the afternoon.
>You text the others that you skipped class today.
>Not all of you attend the same University.
>But you still kept close tabs with each other.
>AppleJack, however, did go to the same University as you.
>She was your ride most of the time when you meet with the others.
 
>You head out to the courtyard and find AppleJack sitting on a stone bench, seemingly waiting for you.
>She catches glimpse of you and hops up to her feet and wave at you.
>You wave back and the both of you start to head towards AJ's rust bucket of a truck.
 
>“How ya feelin' today sug?”
AppleJack says as she wraps an arm around your shoulder.
“Terrible and exhausted.”
>”Ah'm sorry sug.” AJ responds “Ah honestly didn't think that'd happen last night.”
“Don't worry too much about it darling.”
>You reassure AJ
“There was no way we could have imagined Anon would have such a... career path.”
>You try to find the right words.
>You get to AJ's truck and find that Rainbow Dash was waiting for you two.
>”Took you slowpokes long enough.”
“Rainbow Dash, I am in no mood for this today!”
>You snap at Dash.
>”Whoa geez, don't get all snappy with me just because you had a bad night.  Thinking a bit too much about Anon?”  Dash teased.
“Don't you dare...”
>You were losing your cool easily today.
“You didn't seem to care about him then.”
>“Calm down Rares, I'm just teasing, and besides, did you SEE him last night?  I'd totally sit on his face and ride him all night!”
>Despicable Dash, really.
 
“How disgusting Dash.”
>Rainbow Dash looks unapologetic as you all got into the truck.
>”I totally would, I'd grind all over his face and suffocate him til I finish” She finishes while reenacting the obscene gesture by placing her hand in front of her midsection, mimicking holding a head in place whilst swaying her hips in a circular motion.
“You truly have no shame, do you?  First for the fact that you yourself wouldn't give him the time or day, but also your willingness to stoop to such vile acts of debauchery”
>”What's wrong with having STANDARDS!? It's gonna take a real stud that's at least as awesome as I am to ride this.”
>And people say you're full of yourself.
>You just put your forehead into your palm and sigh.
>”What about you AJ? Would YOU have dated Anon back then?”
>AJ looks at Dash with wide eyes and then back to the road.
>“Whoa there! Don't come bringin' me into this, ah want no part of it.”
>”Just answer the question.” Rainbow asks again.
>AJ looks flustered and unsure what to say. 
>Poor girl, looks like she is thinking too hard.
>”Ah'uh..., ah guess not.  Ah probably wouldn't've dated em. But if he really tried an made an effort fer me, ah definitely would have given em a shot”
>A safe answer, 
>But because it is AppleJack, you at least knew it was an honest one
>”But you would now, no doubt, right?”  Rainbow continues.
>AJ looks down for a second.
>A hint of red creeps on her face.
>“Yeah, ah would.”
 
>”Ok then! We have progress.” Rainbow Dash victoriously yells.
>You roll your eyes at Dash.
“Look hon, I think we're past the point of us agreeing Anon has become quite the man, but I still wanted to apologize for how rude I was to him back then”
>”If ah may say.”  AJ popped up again. “But why does it matter now.  Especially since ya were doin alright up til ya saw em again?”
>Good question.
>You've been asking yourself this all night and day.
“I..., I don't know.  I suppose it's one thing from my past that I have greatly regretted,  and I just want to make things right.”
>”and bang him.”
>Ugh
“Will you stop!?”
>”Just saying.”
“Enough out of you!”
 
>You make it to Sugarcube Corner
>The other 3 are there at a table waiting for you to arrive.
>Something you do with the girls most days.
>Today there was an awkward silence between all you
>You ordered a small drink and took small sips frequently, just so you didn't have to say much about last night.
>But somebody had to start the conversation.
>”It was nice seeing Nonny again.”
>Pinkie Pie. Winner of the ice breaker.
“Yes, it was nice to see him well, I was worried when he never showed up back at school.” 
>Fluttershy, always the considerate one
>Once again, silence
 
>”So, was there any more to what Rainbow Dash said last night regarding Anon?”
>Again, you forget Twilight actually hasn't met Anon yet
>But judging from her actions last night, she'd also love to get to know him.
“That was it, he was a friend of ours, he had a crush on me and tried asking me out.  I...,”
>You pause
“I turned him down, rather harshly, in fact.”
>Another pause
“He took it rather hard, We hadn't seen or heard from him since then, until last night. Looking very different than we had remembered him.”
>Twilight just nods at your words.
“I see, what are you going to do about it now?”
>You sit back in your chair and look to the ceiling.
“I don't know.  I may just leave it be”
>Pinkie Pie jumps from her seat.
>“You can't just leave it at that!  You need to go talk to Nonny again!”
“Darling, we tried that last night and it got us nowhere.”
>Pinkie deflates a little from that statement.
“Um, perhaps if we were to go back to the, um, club, we could have him talk to us there.”
>Fluttershy chimes in again.
>Not really a bad idea.
>Some of the others seems to perk up at that statement.
>Possibly because it would mean seeing near nude guys again.
>”Ah dunno, he seemed pretty popular with all them ladies last night, reckon getting him alone ta just talk ain't gonna fly.”
>Good point.
>”well...”
>Twilight speaks up again.
>”That particular club has private rooms for single performers and high paying customers and parties, we could, you know, book him for the private room and have him cornered.”
>Everyone looks over to Twilight Sparkle
>Her face turns a deep crimson red and lowers her head down.
>“I mean! If that sounds like a good idea.”
>A nervous laugh escapes her.
>Everyone seems to like the idea though.
“I should do it alone.”
>Everyone snaps their faces to you.
“I was the one who made Anon this way, nobody else, he wouldn't be comfortable with all of us there, at least if it's just me he will vent, perhaps let it all out of his system.”
>Everyone still has a shocked look on their faces.
>”You? Miss Prim and Proper, going into a strip club alone?”
>Rainbow made it sound worse than it probably was.
“I won't be totally alone, you can wait in the main club while I talk to him in the room.”
>Everyone looks at each other.
“Please, let me fix this on my own.”
>after a few moments they nod their heads in agreement.
>“Fine, we'll do it that way.”
>AJ pats you on your shoulder. A smile on her face.
>Pinkie looks so excited she could burst into a mess of confetti.
>Rainbow Dash give you a thumbs up
>both Fluttershy and Twilight just give you a nod.
“Thank you girls.”
 
>You are now Anon.
>Yesterday wasn't the best of days.
>You've had worse.
>Much worse.
>But being reminded of the past usually makes for bad times.
>Even if you've mostly worked through those problems.
>Whether it was back breaking physical labor.
>Or mind numbing pills.
>You've basically chugged along the road of life.
>Today and tomorrow, and many more days after that will be no different.
>Let's just hope today will be good.
>You have your day job today.
>You work at a high end gym.
>By that, you mean a gym located in the more wealthy part of town.
>You don't do much.
>Sit at the front counter.
>Greet people entering and exiting the gym.
>Refilling the sport drink and water cooler.
>Having to listen to people bitch and complain about when their gym membership fees increase and tell them had they read the fine print, the original quoted price was the welcoming price and would shoot up after 3 months.
>It's how these places get you.
>and why should they care?
>From the looks of the people who complain the hardest.
>It's always the ones who look the most well off.
>Other than that though
>Easy grunt work.
>lots of really hot girls.
>Many a time when some women will ask you to spot them in exercises that needs no spots
>lots of old people.
>Who complains some weight machines are too heave and don't realize you can adjust the weight.
>But most importantly, lots of stuck up people.
>You never thought about it before, but this is exactly what Rarity is aiming to be.
 
>Lovely.
>Now everything is going to remind you of her now.
>You decide to walk the gym and see if there is anything that needs attending.
>Not much going on today.
>You go into the weight room and see if anything interesting happening there.
>There is
>There is a guy who is, well 
>The only way to describe him is that he was the tragic avalanche kind of fat.
>His fat rolls were spilling out over his gym shorts and smothered an alpine village.
>You hate to call anyone fat because, well, you were fat at one point.
>But this guy, bless his heart since he was trying to do something about it.
>Decided it was best to start off by trying to do 400lb squats.
>Easily the worst idea and could end in injury.
>You were going to go and tell him that this was too much to begin with.
>But you decided not to.
>Trial and error you thought.
>'He shouldn't be going this hard now, he clearly has not been at this enough to warrant that much weight.' You thought
>It's stupid.
>He's not ready to do such a heavy load.
>It's out of his league.
>Fuck!
>You're thinking about your situation with Rarity again!
>While you were mentally battling yourself, the guy tried to lift the squat bar.
>He gets it up, but the discolor of his face.
>Which is purple.
>Clearly shows he is doing too much too soon
>He falls forward and the squat bar nearly crushed him.
>Poor guy.
>He didn't have a chance
>...
>You run to grab as much help as you could.
 
>You really are an asshole.
>Perhaps no different than her.
>If you really think about it.
>No.
>You're not like her.
>But then.
>Why did you not help that guy back there before he nearly killed himself.
>Why were you content with watching him suffer?
>His whole situation was a metaphor of what happened to you.
>Instead of emotional pain for you.
>It was physical for him.
>You call for paramedics
>calm down the chaos that ensued after the incident.
>Check up on the poor soul.
>Yeesh, he doesn't look good.
>You do feel bad.
>You could have prevented this.
>You didn't.
>You walk off and head to the employees room and let out a large sigh.
>Cool yourself.
>No need to let this get to you.
>Normally it wouldn't.
>But now everything seems to set you off.
>You start to breath heavily.
>You start striking some lockers.
>Punching
>Side arming.
>Just generally punishing the metal lockers.
>You've finally calmed down
>You're also amazed with all that noise you made. Nobody cared.
>Your hands are sore
>Again.
>Just like last night.
>Now they're bleeding.
>The adrenaline rush of seeing your own blood numbs the pain this time around.
>But you decide to take some more painkillers so when the rush ends, everything will still feel fine.
>You wash off your hand
>Wrap it back up.
>go back out and finish up your day.
>And you still had to work tonight.
 
>Not a good day.
>Perhaps the night will yield you much better results.
>You can only hope.
>You stay around the gym and get a small workout in before having to leave for your second job.
>Another perk of working at a gym.
>Free access to said gym and showers.
>Saves you a trip home to shower.
>You head straight to the club.
“Hey Bulk.”
>Bulk Biceps 
>One of the bouncers for the club and really all around chill dude.
>Despite his large, monstrous and menacing look.
>You could tell he was all muscle,  too much muscle, in fact 
>But not much else.
>Probably still wouldn't pick a fight with him
>Probably used steroids as well.
“What's look like in there?”
>”As you would expect for a weeknight.”
>Most of the good money is on the weekend where most ladies have gotten paid.
>and can get wasted because the weekend.
>You nod and head into the club and see that, in fact it was a modest night
>Empty dance floor.
>Scattered small groups of ladies at the tables.
>You even spot some familiar faces.
>Cheerilee, a regular of yours sees you and toasts her drink to you and winks.
>You smile and wave back.
>A school teacher who usually complains about her problems at the school and the bratty students
>She tips well.
>Over at a booth you notice another regular, Spitfire.
>Now, if you want to talk about a real woman.
>A REAL woman.
>Then you'd talk about Spitfire.
>She was a drill Sargent for the local air force.
>And she knew what she wanted in a man.
>You're certain she has no boyfriend or husband.
>She was a man-eater.
>Shes even broken you in a few times in the past.
>Looks like she's in with what looks like a few of her female cadets and a single male cadet.
>You say because they look much younger then her and are all still wearing their training gear.
>She catches a glimpse of you and gives you a mischievous smile.
>You only smile awkwardly in her direction and head to the dressing room.
>Hopefully she won't pay for a private session with you.
>She has a way to work you to death.
 
>You enter the back dressing room and find two other performers.
>Thunderlane, the one who got you into this place.
>You met him whilst working out together some years back.
>Black skin and a blue-silverish mohawk.
>He played up the 'exotic' gimmick well because of his looks.
>Looks like he's getting ready to head out on stage.
>He sees you enter and gives you a smile and nod.
>You give him a smile back.
>He was actually Spitfire's favorite.
>Now you know you'll be in the clear of her reign of terror tonight.
>Which is a a little off your mind.
>The other face backstage was Soarin
>He's the veteran here.
>He's also the biggest guy out of all of you
>A tall guy with a pale blue skin and dark blue hair to complement
>He has a few wrinkles around his body, but does well to hide them.
>It adds to his 'experienced' charm and 'fatherly figure'
>As creepy as that sounds
>But the younger ladies eat it up.
>He seems to be done for the night as he is getting dressed in clothes.
>You walk over to the mirror and start to strip down and get ready.
>You feel a large hand cup your shoulder.
>”How you doing kid?”
“Eh, I've had worse days.”
>Soarin then takes your arm and notices the bandaged hand.
>He slowly shakes his head.
>”Again?”
“It's nothing.”
>You pull your arm away quickly.
>You see a worried look on his face.
>”Look kid, I've seen your other bruises, and don't think I haven't seen you pop painkillers like they're vitamins.”
>He then places both hands on your shoulders and stare at you in the mirror.
>”You're a good young kid, and could go far.  So I feel it is my duty as the senior performer here to watch over you and to plead to you to not let yourself get addicted to painkillers.”
>What?
>He thinks you're addicted?
“What the hell are you talking about?”
>You raise your voice a little bit.
>Soarin just sighs.
>”Okay fine, but please, take control of it, I've seen too many guys like yourself in this situation.  Don't think you're some special case.”
>He then tightens his grip on you
>”And all of them never lived to see their 30's”
>You push his hands off of you and scoff.
>Soarin shakes his head again and starts to walk off.
>”Oh, by the way you're booked for a private session tonight.” He says before he exits the room.
 
>You finish getting dressed.
>Or undressed
>Apply some make up to doll yourself up.
>you take off the bandages in the hopes nobody else takes notice.
>The bleeding had stopped long ago.
>You take a look at the schedule for tonight.
>Sure enough, there is a private session tonight at 9 pm.
>You have some small routines on stage between now and then so you start to plan for those.
>First routine you'll go with the mystery man gimmick again
>Second routine you'll go with a doctor gimmick.
>First routine goes well.
>Second routine, though
>You had the bright idea of wearing a syringe like tube over your junk.
>It was a big syringe mind you!
>The ladies went nuts.
>It was a little later in the night.
>More girls entered and the ones that were already here were well liquored up.
>For a Thursday night.
>Many of the ladies made a grab for your syringe dick.
>Some were successful.
>Some even managed to get their mouths over it.
>You can hear screams of 'inject me!' everywhere.
>You made a killing on that routine.
>You made more on that one routine alone than this whole week so far!
>And you still had the private session to do!
>This was looking like a great night. 
>9 pm is fast approaching.
>You head backstage clean yourself off of some of the sweat you worked up.
>applied some naturally flavored lotion all over your body
>You used to use cologne.
>But learned quickly that was a rookie mistake.
>And opted for more naturally smelling lotions.
>Also it made your body more... edible.
>These private sessions can get a little... close
>It wasn't advertised or part of the private sessions.
>But for the right price.
>And if you were in the know as a regular.
>Anything can happen in there.
>Highly illegal, obviously.
>But was always kept hush hush.
>And played absolutely safe.
>You could make a killing!
>How do you think you knew Spitfire was a man-eater?
 
>Ok
>All spruced up
>Time to head to the room.
>You're usually supposed to be there before the customer.
>Something about giving the customer the exciting feel of walking in on something naughty.
>You kind of think it's pretty stupid too.
>But, whatever.
>You head to the other side of the club in the back corners.
>there is a curtain that leads to a hallway with doors lined up with numbers on them.
>Your room is number 4
>You head in and get ready.
>It's a small room with a a dancing pole in the middle.
>Walls are red
>Carpet is red
>The lights are red.
>The 'U' shaped couch along the side and back of the room is red.
>Obvious theme here.
>On the back wall there is a sound system.
>You move to the back of the room to turn on the sound system.
?You look at the clock.
>3 minutes to 9.
>You get the music going and start to just dance on the pole and be ready for when your lucky suitor comes through the door.
>A few minutes after the agreeable time.
>You barley hear the door open over the music playing in the room.
>You were facing away from the door so you swing around the pole to face the lovely lady and-
>Oh for fucks sake.
 
>You are Rarity.
>This is such a ludicrous idea.
>You with Anon.
>Alone
>In a private room.
>It really doesn't seem like a problem on the surface.
>But given the circumstances
>This could go well.
>Or it could go completely off the rails.
>You hope for the former.
>Perhaps you should have had the others accompany you in the room.
>just to make it less awkward.
>Then the more you think about it.
>Perhaps not.
>With the way Rainbow and Twilight were acting around him they might turn this into an orgy if given the chance.
>That simply cannot happen.
>You make it to the club.
>The bouncer gives you a questioning look.
>Probably because he had seen you there just last night.
>It's not that strange, is it?
>You swear you're not lewd.
>You all enter the club and notice it's pretty empty.
>Small groups of people here and there but not like last night.
>You inform a host of your 'scheduled appointment' 
>He goes to the back for a second and returns and escorts you to another back corner of the club.
>The others give you a reassuring smile and pat on the back. And wish you luck.
>”Now don't go doin anythin funny.” AJ gives you a smile.
>”Yeah! Play with him first!” Pinkie adds.
>You just flick your air, cross your arms and stick your chin up in the air and walk off.
“Really girls, this ISN'T what it looks like!”
>Honestly,  they're all no better than mares in heat.
>You are lead into a small hallway and are stopped in front of a door labeled '4'.
>”Enjoy” the host tells you and just winks and walks off.
>You enter the room to find it very alluding.
>You shut the door behind you
>Anon is just swaying his hips with his back turned to you.
>Clinging to the dancers pole he swings around the pole to face you.
>His face was very warm at first.
>But then he gets sight of you.
>He quickly turns from warm and welcoming, to cold and angry.
 
>”What the hell are you doing here?”
>He Stands there
>Leaning on the pole waiting for answer.
“I..., I want to talk to you”
>He gives out a snort.
>”So, you paid for a private room, specifically asked for me just so you could talk!?”
>He raised his voice at the end of his sentence.
“Yes”
>You say flatly
>Anon lets out a frustrated sigh and begins to swing around the pole.
>”What the fuck ever.”
>You move past him and have a seat at the back end of the room.
>You sit there in awkward silence.
>Anon continues to swing around the pole.
>Swaying his hips side to side on the bar.
>You have to admit it's still a nice view.
“I know I've said this already, but I want to make it clear that I am sorry for what happened.”
>Anon continues to say nothing.
>Still opting to sensually dance on the pole.
>Is this some sort of trick by him?
>You continue anyways.
“I just want you to know that we all do miss you and if you were to be the bigger man, and at least give us a chance to make it up to you. You won't have to feel alone anymore.”
>You're not sure if he truly is alone or not.
>You needed something to get his attention.
>And he still isn't paying attention to you
“What do you want me to do to get you to talk to me!?”
>You're getting annoyed.
>He stops and looks at you
>”You simply paid for me to dance so you can get off.  You want more out of me? You gotta pay.”
>He continues to dance again.
>With a glare on your face, you pull some cash out of your purse and slam it on the couch next to you.
 
“There, how about that?”
>He looks down at the cash and gives an almost impressed look and starts to dance some more.
>”You know,  ever since you found yourself back into my life, it got me thinking as well.”
>He starts to slowly dry hump the pole.
>”Thinking about back then, about me”
>He's climbing up the pole now.
>”In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have asked you out.  It was dumb of me.”
>He slides down the pole like a firefighter.
“No darling, you weren't dumb.”
>You try to reassure him.
>He just shakes his head and climbs the pole again.
>”It was dumb, now it's debatable if it should have warranted such a reaction. But what happened, happened, and here we are.”
>This time he climbs up to the ceiling.
>”It hurt, obviously.”
>He slides down more slow than the last time.
>”It hurt a lot, my god did it hurt.  I did everything I could to hide or dull out that kind of pain.”
>He then uses his crossed legs on the pole to lock himself midway down the pole 
>facing away from you with his arms stretched out.
>Then the upper half of his body leans back to a full horizontal tilt, his upside down eyes locking with yours.
>”But you know what?  It made me what I am today,  but that is both a good thing and bad thing.”
>He then sits back up slowly and slides all the way down the pole.
>Goodness what core strength.
>Is it hot in here?
>You are sure it's getting hot in here.
 
>You feel your face and it is indeed warm.
>You try to speak but caught your tongue and gave a small cough.
“Wh-what ever do you mean, by both 'good and bad'?”
>Now he's grinding the pole with his ass.
>”Endlessly running and working out.  I wanted to focus on things other than what happened.”
>He grabs the pole from behind and above his head.
>He pulls himself up and slowly and flips over and wraps his legs around the pole
>”I've never stopped, and I will admit I'm too cowardly to do something like cut myself, instead I found solace in endless running and exercise.”
>He clinches and locks himself on the pole yet again.
>Lifts up his upper body and grabs the pole from behind again.
>While still holding the pole with his arms
>He uses the back of his knees and legs to clinch the pole and hold himself there.
>Once again staring at you half massed.
>Your face getting even hotter.
>You are trying your best to not look impressed.
>”It had forced me to acquire such athletic ability and prowess to perform acts such as this, and even a body like this.”
>He Grabs the pole with his hand and lets his legs free and is now dangling on the pole.
>”But even physical pain can ware on you, but I need the pain.  I crave it.” 
>You feel as though you should say something.
“You don't need the pain anymore, darling.  I will openly admit here and now that I could never be more wrong about you.”
>You sit up.
“I should have given you a chance then.  But I didn't, and now here you are, looking like a gift from heaven.”
>He doesn't seem impressed.
>Still holding onto the pole
>He is now starting to walk on air in a circular motion.
>You sit back into the couch dumbfounded.
>”Your fee is up.”
>Anon nonchalantly says as he lets go of the pole.
>You feel like a panic attack about to come on. 
>Breathing heavy.
>You grab for your purse and slam the rest of your cash on the couch.
>Anons eyes widen.
 
>Anon has a look of shock on his face.
>You then look down to the cash.
>It was a generous stack of bills
>Assorted $20 notes and even a few $100 notes.
>You may have gone overboard with this but if it gets him to to not leave.
>”Take your money back and put it away, now.”
>His voice was, low, clam and almost threatening.
“I beg your pardon?”
>You're starting to give him a snide reaction back.
>”You heard me. Take your money back. You don't want this.”
>His voice still low and now he takes a step closer to you.
>His face is hard to read.
>Is he panicking?
>Worried?
>Lost his marbles?
>You stand up yourself and get in his face.
>Trying to show you're no longer intimidated by him.
“I will not, You will take that money and you will stay and we will finish this.”
>Finish this?
>Finish what?
>Now you're not thinking straight.
>But you aren't backing down.
>Neither is Anon.
>Now he looks angry.
>”Last chance” He growls. “Take.  Your.  Money.  Back.”
>You are now inches away from his face.
>You hiss back at him.
“No.”
 
>You are Anon
>This bitch is crazy.
>She just threw all the money she had in her purse out in the open.
>It's a lot too.
>Damn, she has no idea what she just did.
>The amount she just threw is enough to warrant her a hot dickings.
>She isn't the type for this.
>You can't just tell her 'bitch, you just paid me to fuck you!'
>Legality issues, especially since this club got dinged once before.
>Everybody has to play it safe.
>It's just assumed.
>But she doesn't know that.
>You try to intimidate her into taking it back.
>No luck.
>You were never good at intimidating people.
>So here you are.
>Former girl of your dreams just paid you to giver her the D.
>Even if she didn't know it.
>You have one more thing you can try.
>You shove her back onto the couch.
>She was really light.
>A look of shock now on her face and you take a few steps closer to her
“You asked for this.”
>You then get on your knees and position your face closer to her midsection and skirt.
“You can stop this at anytime...”
>You give her one more look.
>Her face is a beet red.
>Her legs are shaking.
>She's still not trying to stop you.
>”Wh-what are you going to do!?”
>A little bit of panic behind her voice there.
“Giving you your moneys worth.”
>You take a deep breath and make your way to her mound.
 
>You are Rarity.
>What have you gotten yourself into?
>Anon disappeared underneath your skirt.
>Perhaps you are playing dumb.
>You know what's going on.
>But you're still letting it go on.
>He did say you can stop it anytime.
Then you feel what you think may be his nose press up against your slit through your panties.
>You let out a gasp.
>You're still letting this go.
>He rubs it up and down and then you feel his lips press up against yours and kisses it.
>Small licks can be felt and the dampness from his saliva and probably from you as well are soaking the poor panties.
>You're breathing heavy.
“D-Darling, you may...waaaaah!~”
>You try to say something.
>But then he uses his teeth to pull your panties to the side.
>Giving him full access to you.
>You feel his warm, wet tongue slowly slide itself up and down your slit.
>He then digs his tongue deeper into your folds and wraps his mouth around them and he begins to suck your juices.
>This obviously isn't his first time.
“Mmmmm!~”
>You're clearly enjoying this.
>Even though you probably shouldn't be.
>He releases his lips and pulls most of his tongue out of you.
>But not all the way.
>He then traces it up to your clit and flicks it several times.
>Your eyes go wide and let out a loud moan.
>Hands gripping both sides of the couch.
>Fighting the heavy urge to clamp your legs on Anon's head.
>He then places his lips around your clit area and suckles at it while his tongue still flicks at your poor clit.
>Eyes go wide you let out another long sensual moan and grab Anon's head through your skirt as you feel a release coming soon.
>But then he stops.
>Gets out from under your skirt.
>And stands back up.
>You were so close.
>Why is he doing this?
 
>Anon wipes his face.
>He then heads over to one of the corners of the 'U' shaped couch.
>He opens a secret compartment under the cushion and pulls out what looks like..
>A condom.
>Now you're getting a little worried.
>The cunnilingus was fine.
>But now?
>Perhaps you should call it off now.
>Something else in you is yearning for him.
>To let him take you and have his way with you.
>You're not a dirty girl
>This is beneath you.
>Yet, you're letting it happen.
>He comes closer to you.
>With one hand he scoops you and effortlessly flips you onto all fours on the couch.
>Lifts your skirt up, revealing you and all your glory to him
>He turns around and you can hear him tear the wrapper to the condom and begin to put it on.
>He faces you again.
>Full on erection.
>He then places himself right behind you and grabs a hold of you waist.
 
>You are Anon.
>And this bitch done asked for it.
>You told her she could stop it anytime.
>and she hasn't.
>Not something you had expected from her.
>Perhaps you shouldn't have given her a tongue show first.
>It only made her more willing.
>Now here you are.
>With the former girl of your dreams in your hands.
>Ready to give her a ride.
>When you were younger, you had dreamed of this moment.
>But now?
>This doesn't feel right.
>You don't love her.
>She doesn't love you.
>You had hoped your first time would have been with her.
>How foolish you were.
>Shit doesn't go down like in love stories.
>Or even in your Japanese cartoons.
>Cruel how fate plays with people and how things turn out.
>You just stay in your position.
>Hands still on her hips, ready to pull her onto your dick at a moments notice.
>You use your thumbs to rub the top of her love handles.
> She looks back at you with a desperate look on her face.
>She wants it.
>God damnit she wants it.
>You furrow your brow and pull her in and you slide your member into her.
>Rarity takes a deep breath and lets out a satisfied sigh when you fully enter her.
>It must feel euphoric for her.
>But for you?
>This isn't your first rodeo.
>Nor your second
>Or your third.
>Or forth or fifth or sixth...
>The fact that this doesn't feel special to you angers you.
>You slowly slide out a little bit except for your tip.
>Then back in.
>You start a slow rhythm in and out. 
“Funny how things work out. Rares.”
>She only lowers her head.
>”Mmmm..., howww sssssso?”
>You start to go a little bit quicker.
“All those years ago, you had said I was a mess.”
>Pace is getting quicker, getting a little tougher on your thrusts.
>Her moans are getting quicker as well.
“I was a 'truly sweet guy', but I was a fat slob!”
>You raise your voice during the last half of that sentence.
>you're clenching her hips hard now and are thrusting harder into her.
>Her moans are getting louder, speaking out incoherent words with each thrust.
“Now, I have shown you nothing but hostility. But because I am some hunk of 'dashing' man meat for you, you're letting me rail you with no resistance.”
>You're starting to breathe heavy.
>Letting out small grunts with each thrust.
“Why. Is. That?”
>You said each word corresponding with a thrust.
>”I.., I-I was young and shallow!” She finally lets out. “I~ already said I wassorry, and that I waswrong~”
>Her words are starting to mesh together.
>You now lean over and wrap your arms around her waist and pull her up.
>You sit back onto the couch and start drilling upwards into her.
>She's now bouncing off you with each thrust and her moans get a little more high pitched.
>Aaaaaaanonnn, fffffff, don-don't s-st.”
>She couldn't finish her sentence. But you now know she's close.
>You wrap your hand around her hip to the front of her and use your thumb to flick her clit.
>That should push her over the edge.
>She screams and pushes herself back onto your chest.
>You feel her insides constricting over your dick and her whole body stiffens up.
>As she starts to come down from her orgasm. 
>You lean your head into her ear and hiss.
“How's that for out of your league?”
>She gasps in between her deep breaths.
You then push foreword and lay her on the couch as you get up and take off your condom.
>You didn't finish.
>You didn't need to.
>She had hers.
>And that's what she payed for.
>You look at the clock.
>Your session ended 10 minutes ago.
>Whatever.
>You grab the wad of cash and begin to walk to the exit.
>”W-wait!”
>You turn to look at her.
“Don't think of this as anything special.  It was just business.”
>She's still breathing heavy from her orgasm.
>You notice running mascara on her face in the forms of... tears?
>Is she crying?
>”I'm sorry, Anon...”
 
>You're just standing there, dumbfounded.
>She's still apologizing?
>You clench the money in your hand.
“Fucking...”
>It's all you can say as you storm out the private room.
>You storm back to the main hall of the club.
>You notice Rarity's friends who seems to have been waiting for her.
>They start to ask you questions.
>You force your way through them.
“Get the fuck out of my way!”
>You almost yell at them.
>You slam the money on the counter by the bar and head back into the dressing room.
>Something hurts.
>It's not physical pain.
>It's emotional pain.
>Fuck
>You thought you had rid yourself of it.
>Again, how fucking stupid of you.
>This is why you tried to not have friends.
>Nobody is in the dressing room.
>You look at yourself in the mirror.
>You hate what you see.
>You're not sure what it is.
>But you hate it.
>You punch the mirror and shatter it.
>You look at your fist.
>It's bleeding profusely.
>But you still hurt inside.
>You slam your fist on the desk.
>Breaking it down.
>The physical pain sends adrenaline all through your body.
>Still hurt inside.
>God damnit why won't it stop?
> You hurry over to your coat and pull out a bottle of painkillers.
>And you down whats left in the bottle.
>Just make it stop.
>Minutes later.
>The noise cause several of the other dancers to check up on you.
>Some seemed mad.
>Some seemed concerned for you.
>You didn't care.
>You didn't feel the pain anymore.
>The Physical pain
>The emotional pain.
>Anything.
>You start to lose sight.
>You force a smile as you fall over to the ground.
 
>Well, this is humiliating.
>Never in your wildest dreams did you think you'd die via pill overdose.
>Even more-so since you were wearing nothing but a g-string as well.
>At least you got to fuck Rarity.
>That's what you wanted right?
>Sure, you were gonna 'wine and dine' her.
>But the end goal was getting into her pants, no?
>Isn't that why you asked her out all those years ago?
>You were willing to go the whole 9 yards and build a relationship around it.
>Perhaps get married.
>Have kids.
>Grow old together.
>Complain about the shitty youth.
>And die.
>God, it sounds so stupid when you say it all like that.
>But the point you think is that she was special to you.
>It sure as hell felt like it back then.
>Even the rejection caused you to go to extremes you thought not possible.
>Not that you wanted to go to them.
>Just when you thought she was out of your system completely.
>She's back in your life again.
>It all came back out.
>If she truly was nothing to you, you'd just shrug her off.
>Well, you tried.
>But she tried to come back into your life.
>She repeatedly admitted fault to long ago.
>You wanted nothing of it.
>If she really wanted to leave you alone.
>She would have.
>After all those years when you pulled out of senior of high school.
>No calls.
>No texts.
>No letters.
>Not even carrier pigeons.
>Well, you weren't an easy person to get a hold of.
>Are we getting off point?
>I think we got off point.
>...what was the point?
>Rarity walked back into your life.
>She was still really beautiful.
>She seemed sorry enough to throw money to see you against your will.
>She even let you fuck your frustrations out on her.
>That was pretty sweet, actually.
>...none of this makes sense.
>Why should it?
>You're dead now.
>Or...
 
>In a flash of light.
>Your eyes shoot open.
>Only to be greeted by blinding lights.
>Something doesn't feel right.
>You're starting to feel again.
>There is a tube that is going all the way into your mouth.
>Your hands are wrapped up.
You're laying on a cold table.
>As your eyes focus a bit more you notice 4 figures standing above you.
>”Doctor! We've got a reaction!”
>You hear a female voice.
>It was muffled and distant.
>Your vision is getting clearer.
>You're in what you assume a hospital.
>The 4 figures were doctors and nurses tending to you and your apparent attempt at suicide.
>The Figure that you think is the doctor moves his head too close to yours.
>You then feel a cold pair of hands on your face as he pulls on one of your eyelids all the way open.
>”His pupils are dilating.”
>He tells the others.
>”Anonymous, can you hear me!?”
>Damn that was loud
>You make a grunt.
>It's all you could do.
>After all, there is a fucking tube in your mouth going all the way into your stomach.
>Good enough, Do you know what happened!?”
>Can he be a little bit more quiet?
>You make longer grunts.
>You obviously know what happened.
>You took too much painkillers because you couldn't handle a girl you just fucked tell you they were sorry.
>Glad we got that out of the way.
>”You overdosed on painkillers!”
>No shit Sherlock.
>”You're very lucky, an ambulance was called as soon as you collapsed and we were able to pump your stomach before it could cause any serious and long term damage!”
>Lucky?
>Maybe if you had died, then you'd have been lucky.
>They begin to remove the tube from your insides.
>They lift your body off the table and onto a bed.
>”We're going to IV you some antibiotics into your bloodstream to make sure all of the medication is truly flushed from your system.”
>He continues on as they start to cart you off.
>”Use this time to get some rest.”
>You were pretty tired.
 
>You were put up in one of the standard hospital rooms.
>Single bed.
>Window to your right with curtains, usually open
>Chairs for visitors to your left.
>And a TV mounted to the wall in front of you.
>Laying in bed all day is boring.
>TV didn't help much either.
>For the time that you are awake for any of it that is.
>You were getting plenty of sleep.
>You were feeling a lot better.
>Weaker, but better.
>The flirty nurse was amusing as well.
>She'd give you shit for your attempted suicide
>'Why would you want to throw away a good thing like this?' 
>She'd jokingly tells you as she gave you a sponge bath one day.
>'Many a lonely woman like me would swoon all over you'
>Really, many a guy would fall for her as well.
>Nurse RedHeart.
>That was her name.
>Good times.
>One day you wake up to a cool breeze.
>The window to your right was open.
>You look over and you see a big bouquet of flowers.
>Lots of balloons with 'Get Well Soon!' inscribed on them
>A basket of apples and a stuffed rabbit.
>You then look to your left and see her.
>Rarity.
>She was sitting in the chair closest to you.
>You don't feel mad about seeing here this time.
>But you still give a sigh and look up to the blank hospital ceiling.
“What are you doing here?”
>You almost whisper to her.
>”The girls were worried about you and wanted to wish you well.”
>That explains the package to your left.
>”I was worried about you.”
>You look aback at her.
>”This was all my fault.”
>You lightly shake your head.
“No,  I was wrong.”
>You tell her.
“I was so caught up with not wanting to get hurt again.”
>You turn your head towards the window
“I should have accepted long ago that this kind of stuff is a part of life.”
>You feel yourself start to tear up.
“And I couldn't handle it, I should have just died.”
>You feel something lightly bop you on the head.
>You turn to see Rarity on the verge of tears herself.
>Clenching a tissue box in her left hand.
>Did she just toss a crumpled up tissue at you?
>“Don't you dare say such nonsense.”
>Her tone has some bass to it.
>”We are not perfect people, if we were, there would be no meaning to life.”
>She continues on.
>”Pain happens all the time, sometimes we have to endure with it.”
>Tears are starting to roll down her face.
>”But, that is also what friends are for, they are there to pull you back up, to share that pain with you, to be there in the good times and the bad.”
>She is now sitting on the edge of her seat.
>”Darling, I simply can not say it enough, but I am sorry.  We should have stayed with you all those years ago.  I should have stayed.  But like I said...”
>She looks down to her feet.
>”We're not perfect people.  No matter how much I wanted to be back then.”
>You now feel tears stream down your own face.
“Rarity?”
>She looks up to you
>“Yes darling?”
“May I please be left alone for the rest of today?”
>A brief look of concern waves over her face. But then settles to understanding.
>”....Of course, darling.”
>She was hesitant at first, but complies.
>She gets up from her seat, and slowly walks out the room.
>You wait a few minutes until you are sure she was gone.
>You start to let it all go.
>Tears.
>Pain.
>you want to scream.
>You take your extra hospital pillow and place it over your head and scream into it.
>You just let this fit take it's course.
 
>A few days later.
>You are let out of the hospital.
>You head back to the club.
>And learned that they had decided to let you go.
>A lot of legality stuff.
>Having a stripper overdose on your property doesn't look good in the papers.
>It's fine, really.
>At least they covered all the hospital bills.
>You lived a pretty minimalist lifestyle you had a really good chunk of cash stored away.
>You also still had your gym job as well.
>You decided to look for Rarity.
>She shouldn't too hard to find.
>Seems like she attends Canterlot University.
>And still frequents Sugarcube Corner
>Perhaps you should just sit around Sugarcube Corner and she'll find you.
>She seems to have a knack for that.
>You sit on a bench just outside of Sugarcube Corner, she'll eventually end up there.
>After a little bit of waiting, you see her and all her other friends start to walk up to the building.
>They seem to notice you.
>They want to all go and smother you, 
>But it looks like Rarity manages to talk them into waiting for her in the cafe.
>She then comes up solo and sits on the other end of the bench.
“Hey.”
>You simply say to her.
>”Hi.”
>Just as simple a response from her.
>”How are you feeling?”
“A lot better, actually.”
>You then look to her.
“How about you?  After that...”
>Probably not the best topic starter.
>”I'm fine. What's happened, happened.”
>She had a hint of red on her face.
“Um, the others, they don't...”
>She quickly looks to you
>“No, of course not.  At best I managed to convince them that we had furiously made out, but nothing more.”
>She then snaps her mouth shut,
>”Though,  AppleJack may know, just because she has an ability to sniff out the truth.”
>You shake your head.
“Charming.”
>You two continue to sit in silence.
“So, where do we go from here?”
>Rarity shakes her head.
>”I couldn't tell you darling.”
>She lowers her head
>”We can't really 'go' anywhere.”
>She then starts to scoot closer to you
>”But, we can start from somewhere.”
>Getting closer closer
>”Like, we could start here.”
>She is now right next to you
>She grabs your hand and clenches it.
>Looking straight into your eyes 
>”As friends.”
>You look into her beautiful ocean blue eyes.
>You then look down to your feet.
>Then back up.
>You now have a smile on your face.
>A genuine smile.
>Not a smile to express malice like some super villain
>But a real smile to express joy
>You look back a Rarity.
“Yeah, I like that idea.”
>You both stand up and walk into Sugarcube Corner.
>Together
 
END