Author's Notes:

I love you guys sometimes. Many of the readers in the comments figured out what was happening in the jobless arc immediately and quite a few of you PM'ed me as to try and not spoiler the story for other readers.

The OLP arc is short for Office Love Prologue. It established that the Anon in this world and the Anon in Office Love are connected. And now I'm ready to explain why this is.

Many commenters have mentioned 'Well, why doesn't Anon just move away already? How stupid can he be?' I decided that I should address this in a way that would be mutually beneficial for reader and writer. I have good news for you. I had this idea too. Three years ago. I'm still writing it. It's called 'Office Love' and it's my longest running Flutterrape related story to date. In Fluttershy Wants In Your Pants, Anon will never move away. But, if you want to explore the world of Anon moving away to Manehattan to get away from Fluttershy, I will recommend Office Love with all of my heart. Especially since I'm picking it back up this year (2016).

At this point, this is where the two story paths will diverge. The setup for OL has been made. My tangent arc is done, and will branch away from where Office Love goes without referring to it again. Thank you for your patience. As a final ode to hype up Office Love, enjoy this sexy Secretary fetish guess.

"And this is your desk," Mayor Mare says, pointing to a small wooden desk outside of her office. "Right now, we're just in an organization nightmare in city hall. Twilight used to do it for fun, but now she's a Princess and has to do... Princess things. So, it's your job. Be here from 9 to 5. Oh! And on the first Friday of the month, we wear wacky ties. But not too wacky."

"Uh," you mutter to yourself, looking down at your formal attire. "Alright. Sounds fair to me. I'll get to work."

"Good to hear it," she says. "If you need anything, I'll be in my office."

Mayor Mare turns on a dime, trots into her office, and closes her door with a slam. Your left to stare at the walls lined with tall filing cabinets, folders upon folders of tax records and birth records, and who knows what else from Ponyville's past. Rolling up your sleeves, you can feel yourself smile. Not because you're about to enjoy what you're about to do, but because this is a hell of a lot better than going hungry.

You decide that the best thing to do would be to sort all of the papers into their respective types of documents. Birth Records, Tax documents, Deeds, Licences all in their own respective cabinets. It's better than the large stacks that lie on the ground willy-nilly.

Taking a few stacks of paper, you place them on top of your desk, and mark down each type of document you've found to various post-it notes. Then, you place each post-it note on an empty file cabinet.

After that, it's all autopilot. You turn on the radio to a reasonable volume, and get sorting. Occasionally taking the stacks of paper to the cabinets when they get a bit too tall. Sure, it's mundane work, but it'll pay the bills.

Right as you're about to grab a new stack of papers from the floor, you hear a knock on the door of the office. You stand up straight, as if some sort of door-knocking PTSD has traumatized you for forever.

You look to the door, opposite the room from Mayor Mare's office, and stare intently, a bead of sweat running down your brow.

Maybe... maybe it isn't Fluttershy.

On the other hand, maybe it is. And now she's out to ruin you. She's out to take your job away from you. You place the papers on the desk and slowly move to the door. There's no way that Fluttershy would ruin what a good thing you have going right now. She wouldn't do that.

Would she? Ice pushes through your veins as you place a hand on the door knob.

As you open the door, Fluttershy sits on the otherside, a low cut skirt revealing the edges of her flank, her hair loosely done up in a ponytail, a set of glasses without rims pushed way down on her nose. She wears a tight sweater-vest around her upper half as she licks her lips seductively.

"Are sexy secretaries your fetish, Anon?" she asks.

You stare at her in numb disbelief.

"If you ever try to do a fetish at work again, I will poison the river outside your house," you hiss.

"Everything alright in there, Anonymous?" Mayor Mare calls out.

"Uh! Yeah!"

Fluttershy leaps up, frantically looking around.

"Y-yeah. Maybe things like this at an office isn't a good idea," Fluttershy says. "B-bye Anon!"

Closing the door behind you, you walk back to your stack of papers, guiltily whistling to yourself as Mayor Mare peeks in with the stink eye.