You read the scroll over breakfast.

Blah blah blah, Very sorry,

Oh hey, vouchers for nearly every shop. You browse the list, noting some familiar names. And, 'Meat Stew - Fluttershy's Animal Rehabilitation Center' Is she really going to kill that sheep? You aren't sure how you feel about that. Something to check on for lunch, you guess. You work some more on your commission, but you find yourself feeling restless. Last night almost seems like a dream, but you have the scroll right there. Might as well see how they react to you, now that the townfolk have admitted they were wrong. You skim the list of offers again, and-

Hold on, why is Rarity offering seven full suits for free? Is this more of what was going on with the mayor?

...

That might not be so bad. Thirty minutes later sees you out the door, carefully groomed, and scroll in hand. You reach Ponyville just as the shops and stalls begin to open. The ponies call out their greetings, some smiles more nervous than others. You respond in kind.

To be honest, you've gotten used to shopping at abandoned stalls, so you're a little nervous as well. You make your way to the carousel boutique and open the door. Rarity looks up at the sound and puts on a pleasant expression.

"Oh, Anonymous, it is good to see you. Won't you sit down on the divan? I must fetch something."

"Alright..."

It still feels odd, no longer being a source of fear. She returns quickly, floating a wrapped cylinder to you.

"Please, open it."

The paper falls away to reveal...

A bucket.

A familiar bucket.

"Am I supposed to wear it?"

Rarity blushes a little at that.

"I do hope you will forgive me for that. Rather, I want you to have it, as a sign of my trust in your true character."

Eh, it's a bucket.

"Then I shall take it in the spirit it was given. Speaking of which, I don't want to appear ungrateful, but seven suits seems a bit...extravagant."

Measuring tape snakes out of some drawers, gathering in little piles. Rarity looks a little too eager.

"I had noticed, darling, that you tend to wear clothes rather often."

"Yes?"

She starts to circle you slowly.

"You have also become something of a figure of note. To put it simply, if you wear my fashions around town, it will both make you seem more respectable, and introduce my work to those who might not usually pay attention. Is that palatable to your sensibilities?"

Surprisingly calculating for the Element of Generosity, yet you suppose she still has a business to run. You look down at the bucket in your hands. It was only ever a mild inconvenience.

"You've got yourself a deal."

"Wahahah! Wonderful, Anonymous, simply wonderful. Now, if you would please stand, I have a great many measurements to do."

You let your mind wander as the tape stretches across various portions of your body.

...

She wasn't kidding about how many measurements she is taking. Might as well make with the small talk.

"You know, when I first saw the voucher, I thought you were buttering me up for, ah-"

You pause, suddenly regretting the indelicate nature of your statement. Rarity pauses in her work.

"Hmmm?"

"Oh, nothing, it was a nonsensical thought."

She smirks at that.

"Really, Anonymous, I admire your attempt to avert a faux pas, but the damage is quite done. I can only imagine you thought I would, what, proposition you or something?"

Maybe if you say nothing, she will-

Rarity blinks a few times

"That was it precisely? Well, sorry to dash your hopes, dear. I do hear the Mayor may have certain interests in xenophilic relations, if that's any consolation."

You cough nervously.

"Yes, she made that rather clear."

Rarity giggles at your discomfort.
"Pardon me, but your plight is not without its humor. Now, I have one last measurement to do, but it's rather...intimate. Would you mind running this tape from the middle of your waist, between your legs, then to the opposite side of your waist?"

You take the tape and hesitate. She smirks.

"Would you rather I do it?"

"No, no, that will not be necessary."

You perform the measurement, handing off the tape once you are done. She accepts it and marks down the last data point.

"Thank you, darling. You really have been quite the gentlecolt, and I shall look forward to your next visit."

You nod pleasantly at her.

"As shall I. See you later, Rarity."

As you exit the shop, you feel quite optimistic about your future. You make it a few feet down the street before Rainbow Dash lands in front of you, still glaring like before. Welp.

"They may forget about the whole thing, but don't you think I'm going to let my guard down around you. I'll always know what you really are!"

You sigh.

"It was just a dream,"

"Just a dream? It was a dream about raping me!"

You frown.

"It's not like I can control what I dream about. Besides, I know you were getting off to the idea of me rutting Twilight yesterday."

"I imagined a stallion, not you!"

You raise your eyebrows.

"You still fantasized about your friend getting railed. You actually made that choice. I think we're even."

Rainbow's wings flare.

"I'll never be as sick as you!"

With that, she flies off into the clouds. You shrug and resolve to anonymously, heh, write some stories for her, perhaps about Fluttershy and Mr. Bear. You can always claim they were actually for Butterfry.

Mmmm, fried in butter. Your stomach growls, and you have your next destination. As you walk back out of town, you see a flash of pink out of the corner of your eye.
ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS!
BEGIN EVASIVE MANEUVERS!

A hoof snags your shoulder, and Pinkie Pie swings into view, a large cake in her other hoof.

"Oooooooooohhh,"

Oh no. A dancing chorus of background ponies quickly encircles the two of you.

"We want to tell our favorite ape this,"

" We're so glad you're not a rapist!"

You are beginning to get dizzy.

"Right, good. Well, I-"

"Sooooooooooooo,"

"God damn it."

"To balance all the hateful wordses,"

"Here's some celebratory foodses!"

You accept the cake with as much grace as you can, hooking the handle of your new bucket in your elbow.

"Okay, thanks, this looks great. Now if you'll excuse me..."

"Weeeeeeeeee'rrrreeeeeeee,"

You rather preferred when they would throw cupcakes and yell insults.

"Ecstatic you won't fill us with semen,"

"Nor give our pussies a reamin'!"

"Classy."

"Heeeeeeeerrrrreeeeee,"

"This is thanks for all our sake,"

"We baked you a no-rape-cake!"

The background ponies cheer and wander off, no longer compelled by the musical group mind.

"The song is over now, right?"

Pinkie Pie nods cheerfully.

"Yuppers. Although~, if you want I could sing it again!"

"Once was enough, thank you."

"You're welcome! Now don't be a stranger, alright?"

"Sure thing."

She beams at you, then bounces away. So, you have a cake and a half an hour walk to your home, and then to Fluttershy's. Might as well get started.

You are Twilight Sparkle, mentally checking items off a list. Anon looks much happier today, it looks like the plan worked. You feel proud about the friendship report you sent to Celestia. All of Ponyville is back on good terms, most of your friends too. Rainbow Dash... that's going to take time. Aside from that, the only one that's left is Applejack.

You find her about where you expect her, out bucking trees. She takes a break when she notices you.

"Well, howdy Twilight! What brings you out here?"

"I thought I'd let you know about some developments in town."

"Oh?"

"Last night, the whole town got together and went down to Anonymous' house."

"Y'all ran him out? Yer tellin' me he could be comin' for me, waitin' til I let mah guard down, and he just up and fills me with his seed?"

Your jaw drops.

"That's not it at all! It turns out no one has been raped, and we all apologized for shunning him, and now we can all live in harmony!"

Applejack shakes her head.

"That's all fine and dandy for you to say, but ah'm afraid ah can't be as forgivin'. After all, look at mah tush. Ah've seen Anon a starin', and that was when we thought he was a fine, well mannered fella."

It is a nice butt, you have to admit.

"Applejack, he is a well mannered fellow."

The farmpony sets her jaw. It seems she's going to be stubborn about this.

" 'Course he is, around you! No offense, but there ain't no stallions a fightin' for a taste of your pie, if you catch mah meanin'."

Did she just-

"Did you just imply I'm ugly?"

"You ain't ugly, Twilight. You just ain't a full enough package for colts to overlook your bookish ways."

"Full enough package? I'm not the pony who is so proud of her body that she thinks an innocent being wants to rape her!"

"It ain't pride! I just know he wants to knock me up, and use me, and make y'all watch, and kiss his real marefriend, and call me a low down dirty whore, greedy for his hot dickin'."

...

This might not be a matter of pride after all.

"Did somepony do this to you before?"

Applejack snorts.

"Like Tartarus. Big Mac or ah woulda beat anypony as tried. That's just it though, Anon ain't no pony, he got his predator strength, and that musk that lets you know deep down that the only reason you ain't on the menu is that he ain't hungry yet."

Something about this is off, yet familiar.

"So, you would fight, but he's so strong and dangerous, it's better if you just...let it happen?"

Applejack smiles in relief.

"You do understand. Most of the time, ah can put it out of mah mind, but when he's around, ah can't stop thinkin' about how he's gonna take me, and pump me full of his monkey cum."

"Or how the library is so deep and quiet, no one will come to help you, even if you struggle."

Applejack shifts her hind legs a little.

"Ah'm almost always alone out here, Twi. He could knock me out and make me his cock slave, and nopony would notice for hours."

It's getting a little hot out, even in the shade.

"I don't leave the library often, so he could tie me up for days, and nopony would know. Just me, him, and whatever he wanted to do to me."

"Ah have all that rope too, he wouldn't have to go far, just tie me up in the barn and rut me til ah'm out of mah mind."

By now both of you are breathing rather heavily. You know this feeling, you know it well. Those muggy nights after reading records of historical conquests. Those shameful griffin magazines. Poor Applejack thinks she's scared of Anon. It's up to you to teach her.

"You know, we're alone right now."

Applejack's eyes widen.

"You think he'd rape both of us? Make us watch each other get violated?"

You take a step forward, preparing your magic.

"Does that make you excited? Let me see."

You levitate her front end up, leaving bare her dripping marehood. She yelps.

"Hey now, no need to do anythin'-"

You take a lick, your tongue lingering and dipping into every fold of her marehood. She shivers, her eyes rolling back in her head for a brief moment.

"Twi?"

You set her on her back on the ground.

"Anon isn't a rapist, Applejack. You just want to be raped."

"No! Ah-"

You pour on the magic, pressing her limbs firmly against the ground. You drag the edge of your hoof gently down her barrel.

"You are all alone, held down by an irresistible force, and your marehood is winking. Can you honestly say you don't wish Anon would rape you?"

"Ah- Twilight, ah can honestly say..."

"Yes?"

She looks at you with an embarrassed expression.

"This would be nicer if you weren't a mare."

Luckily, you came prepared.

"How about this?"

You bring Nat out, his boner fully erect. He's such a perfect human, you just knew you couldn't keep him all to yourself. Applejack's eyes are fixated on his shaft.

"Does that work? Can it...consummate?"

You walk the doll over, giving his ass a playful squeeze with your hoof.

"It took some minor enchanting, and some tubes and alterations, but yes! Now, close your eyes and think of Equestria."

It feels a little weird, watching your husbando penetrate another mare, but the smile on Applejack's face is worth it. Besides, once he's done with her, he can rut you on top of her, and kiss you because you are his real marefriend.