• Published 22nd Sep 2016
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Anon Jams Out - Dragon Slayer 657



So, you are anon, And you can't tell the mare you love, that you do.

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First Jamming

You walk into the small building, it wasn’t much, but it’s home. You hear your roommate, Vinyl Scratch, blasting some new dubstep she made.

“Fucking DJ .” You think to yourself. You walk into your room, chucking your bag next to the small bed. “ What to do?” You ask no one in particular.

You are Anonymous, first and only human in Equestria. When you first arrived some weird shit happened, to say the least. First, some night themed horse tried to fuck you, then you pushed royal pain in the ass in the face and lost twenty five dollars in a wired poker game.

“That was a weird day” You say aloud. The bass from Vinyl’s music started to shake the wall. “Oh, for god sake!” You shout, picking up your own guitar, it was pricey, but after 2 months at Berry punch’s pub, You could spluge a bit.

“Now this is music, bitch!” You started to shred on your axe, Playing some sick rock and roll, you start to sing along to the music.

“If I am the king, then why does no one bow to me?" by hate."

"If I'm a queen then where is my kingdom?." Vinyl slid into the room, only wearing her shades, per the norm, and what you could only assume were pony panties.

"We're dreaming this life away.
We aren't royalty
We're just madmen
Kissing the reaper
Goodbye to the popularity
Goodbye to everyone
And everything

You go all in for the solo, riping your shirt off to feel awesome. Aw the song comes to a close,

“ Living our lives a-way” You start to slow down on the shredding. thanks
You and Vinyl sink up your voices “In a world so very mad.” Vinyl runs to her room to grab something, her bass guitar, you hoped.

“ Alright, you want to jam?” You hear from just outside your door.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this…” You think to yourself.

“Then let’s jam, cocksucker!” She jumps into the room starting to play some of old school rock.

“Fuck yeah!” Okay now, see, you and Vinyl are in a love-hate relationship. She hates you sometimes, you hate her sometimes. But no matter what, you two are always down to jam out!
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“That was fucking nuts!” You shout at Vinyl.

“Hell yeah, Anon” Vinyl says in a much more silent voice. “Fist me.” Vinyl brings up her fore-hoof. You lightly tap your fist against it.

“Yup, I’m going out.” You jump up off the bed, slipping on your shirt, do to the fact that during a hardcore solo, you took off your shirt to feel more awesome.

“Alright, could you grab some chips?” Vinyl asked, downing the last of the chips.

Jeez, you go through more of those then you do toilet paper and underwear,” You say, with cuckle at the end “but okay.”

“H-Hey,” she starts to blush running a hoof over her stomach “I don’t eat that many!”

“ If you say so.” You shrug lightly “See ya later, slut.”

“Fuck off cock hole!” She shouts at you as you leave the apartment.
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“Is there anything else you’ll be needing today, Anon?” Mrs.Cake asks as she pushes the small bag with cupcakes and donuts to you.

“Nope, I‘m not trying to get Vinyl any bigger.” you and her share a chuckle.

“Anon, is that you?” You hear the last headache you wanted to hear.

“Oh, goddamn it,” You think to yourself “, hello Pinkie.” as you turn around and you regret it.
“Hug time!”
“No, don’t do it!”
“Imma hug you!”
“Do NOT hug the Anon!”
You get glomped anyway.
“Hugs are fun!”
“I can't breath y… you bitch!” You needing oxygen badly.

“Yoops” Pinkie says with child like innocence,”hehe, sorry Anon.” She drops from around your neck.

“Yoops, my sweet ass” you mumble under your breath. “Yelp, it was fun, but I’ve got to go.” you dust off your pants of sprinkles and confetti.

“Can I come Anon?” Pinkie asks with the same damn smile on her face.

“No, you need to umm….” You begin to think of something “oh, Mayor Mare needs a new holiday name, go help her.” It seemed legit, as Pinkie ran away like you were the Reaper of Death.

"Where did this confetti come from?" I ask aloud.
"Best not to ask, deary" Mrs.Cake says.

"Welp, off to get food stuffs."

"Stay safe."

"_I'll try to."
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You walk up the road spotting a familiar face, “Octavia, hey.” you wave your hand to get her attention.

“Oh, ‘ello Anon, How’s it goin’?” Her accent was always rather cute to you.

“Pretty good” You mirror her accent, much to her misfortune, “ You?”

“I told you not to do that.”

“But it’s funny to see you get all angry, it’s cute.” You say, making her tilt her head.

“What?” Octavia asks you.

“Umm…. Sorry to cut this short, got to go” You blert, running away. “I love you.”
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“Vinyl, I’m home!” you yell into the house, blinded by the paper bags you hold in front of your face.

“Oh shit, Tavi, get your clothes on.” you hear from the back of the house, “ Okay, I’ll stall him.”

“Huh, guess no one’s home, welp, imma snack out in my undies.” You laugh on the inside as you sit the food and such on the counter top. picking up the Sugar Cube Corner bag.

“ Okay, Okay, but we’ll need to be quiet.” You hear the familiar voice of Octavia, followed by a moan from
Vinyl “No quieter .” Then nothing, “that’ll work”

You shrug and drop your pants and start to eat a donut, “Fucking Dj, and stealing the one i wanted to be my girlfriend” you think once more, a frown appearing on your face.