>>42307862
>Bottlecap continued to nuzzle his nose and rub her check against his. "Shhhh. No fear, Anon. There's nothing to be afraid of. You'll just be here with me, and I'll take care of you. Doesn't that sound nice? I promise, and I love you!" she whispered.
"I...I...I..." Anon tried to say something, but he felt his mind slow and crystalize into stasis.
>Bottlecap gave him one last loving kiss before the remainder of Anon's essence passed into the bottle and he was gone. She trotted over to the table, took up the stopper in her mouth and placed it back into the mouth of the bottle.
>Smiling, Bottlecap pulled up a large cushion that was resting against wall and sat down on her haunches facing the bottle. With a satisfied sigh, she folded her forelegs on the table and rested her head on them so that she could gaze into the bottle at her little glass Anon.
Anon stared back at her in silence.
>She scrutinized his details. Everything from his hat to the grease smudges on his coveralls was preserved in life-like detail.
Anon's gaze was fixed in one direction.
>Her gaze grew seductive. "Mmmm! You're so handsome, Anon! Soooo, beautiful. Soooo, interesting! And Iove those deep brown eyes you have! What? Why yes!" She rolled her head to the side and relaxed her eyelids. "Yes, I'd love to marry you."
Anon looked on in stoic silence.
>"Hmmm? Oh, how does it work?" She paused to nuzzle the bottle before continuing. "Boop!...You see, my grandpa really did teach me how to do it. How to make the bottles, how to enchant the materials. How to anneal the magic in the glass, and..."
Anon quietly listened.
>"What? How did he know ho to do it? He was in their majesties' secret magical corps. He could do things unicorns couldn't. He put that to work helping to protect Equestria...that sort of thing." She raised a hoof in conclusion of that story. "Anyway, he passed a lot of his tricks on to me."
Anon considered all these details in glassy stillness.
>Her gaze became seductive again. "Mmmmm!" her tongue flicked out and she ran it up and down the bottle, feeling its warmth, feeling Anon's warmth. It emanated his masculine scent and she breathed it in greedily. She rubbed her check against and hummed a soothing tune to Anon.
Anon showed his assent in his lack of protest.
>Overcome with her feelings, Bottlecap wrapped her forelegs around the bottle and flopped down with it on to the cushion. She licked it, nuzzled it, rubbed her check against it. The room was filled with the sound of her sigs and hums. She pressed it against herself; against her chest, her belly, her legs. It was pressed and moved against her teats; it was made to gently touch other parts of her.
Anon experienced all this, and more, from his vantage in the bottle.

7/?