A Camping We Will Go! (1)
Junior's friends have never really met her family. Not that Junior was hiding them, they just lived on the opposite side of Ponyville from the school. When the parents of the other fillies are busy one night, they decide to go to Anon Jr's place to do homework and hangout.
The three fillies know Junior isn't 100% pony, and she's told them such. Even if she didn't, the predator teeth, weird speech accent, un-pony way she stalks forward instead of cantering were all dead giveaways. They had no idea what a "hyumane" was though.
They get to Junior's house and notice something off.
It's a big house, but not in the way they expected. Everything seems scaled up a little, just enough to be noticeable.
Junior throws open the door and yells something in... They don't know what language. Sometimes Junior would say things in a language that isn't Equish, but this is the longest continuous string that they heard. All three fillies freeze when a rumbly voice answers back, plainly audible despite being a normal volume.
The floor shakes a little as slow footsteps approach from beyond their view, but other than the vibration as they feel, the footsteps themselves are totally silent, making their coats stand on end.
Something rounds a corner in the off house.
Standing almost three times their height and easily twice as tall as a mare with his head only inches from the ceiling, Anonymous Senior silently stalks forward like his daughter does, regarding them with small, piercing eyes that root them in place.
Junior approaches the hulk without any fear, and he drops to a knee, hand reaching out.
The three watching fillies can't even scream out a warning when a pair of long arms ending in hooked digits snags Junior off the ground, pulling her into... A hug?
"Old man!? Lay off! My friends are right there!" Junior bites out, but she isn't struggling anywhere near as hard as she could.
The hyumane hums deep in his chest, and all three spectators can feel it vibrate the ground under their hooves. "Don't tell me my baby girl is already too old for a hug from me? It breaks my heart." He says, words framed by an accent only shared by Junior.
Junior stops struggling and huffs, but goes beet red through her green coat when her sire kisses the top of her head and quietly laughs, a sound as sweet and rich as melted chocolate.
Anonymous Senior finally lets his daughter go and turns to the three ramrod rigid fillies. "You must be the three I hear about so often." He gives them a gentle smile that shows off just a few sharp, gleaming teeth. "Come in and make yourselves comfy. The missus is working a little late tonight, but I'm sure I can feed and entertain you myself."
He rises and turns back to the kitchen, silently moving back to it. "Dinner will be soon, so try not to fill up on junk, hmm?"
Junior huffs one more time and turns back to her friends. All three are looking away with burning red blushes, expressions all some mix of fright and arousal, tails flagging all-round. The scent of arousal hits the younger Ymous's nose, making her wrinkle her snoot. "That's gross."
You are Anonymous Jr, otherwise known just as Junior.
About two weeks back, your pals Apogee, Zala, and Luftkrieg came over to your place to hangout after school... And just like Little League did the time she was over, all three perved on your dad. Gross...
Which is why you're dreading tonight.
Your mom unexpectedly got a late shift at the hospital, and she was supposed to be your team's chaperone for a fillyscout camping trip in the Whitetail Woods.
Zala's parents were busy, Apogee's dad knows nothing about the outdoors, and Luft's sister Aryanne is swamped in college coursework. Meaning you had to ask your dad...
You trudge into your house with your friends following just a few steps behind, already knowing dad's answer.
"Welcome home, [Mini-me]." Dad's deep voice calls from around the corner to the kitchen, his words switching to English halfway. "How was your scout meeting?"
You throw off your scout uniform and throw it on the couch as you pass it. Your friends keep theirs on as you all round the corner.
Standing at his huge height of twelve imperial hooves tall, dad easily reaches into the highest cupboard above the stove as he watches a simmering pot on the stove. Too fast for most eyes to track, he throws a pinch of spice into the pot and replaces the little shaker in one seamless movement.
"It was okay..." You answer, looking around and wondering where your hellion of a little brother is. "Say, dad, mom got a screwy shift, so she can’t watch me and the girls during our camping trip. Could you… Fill in for her?” Then a thought hits you. “If you’re watching the brat this weekend that's fine,” you add, trying to sound nonchalant.
Dad hums in his chest, the sort of hum that you feel in your own chest from a distance. He finally turns away from dinner to face you.
You scowl when, to your right, Luftkrieg openly blushes at the noise.
”You’re in luck then, [daughter dearest], because your grandparents took Redcross for the weekend. Something about an art show in Canterlot so he doesn’t feel put out about not being allowed to go on your camping trip,”
Shit. You bite your lip to keep from swearing in front of your dad.
Dad then smiles a toothy smile when he sees your friends. “Ah, how rude of me. It’s a pleasure to see all of you again, girls.”
”I-It’s nice to see you again too, M-Mister Heart!” Zala forces out, smiling nervously. Luft rapidly nods along and Apogee tries to say something, but it just comes out as a squeak that makes her already red face flush deeper.
You are so glad human noses are so much weaker than a pony’s. Even with your muted hybrid sense of smell, your friend’s collective arousal is as thick as it is disgusting. If dad could smell this, you would pray for Faust to smite you on your hooves. Considering you now have to live in a tent with this smell come tomorrow for a whole weekend, you may still pray for that smiting.
”Make yourselves at home, girls. Dinner will be ready in an hour or so,” dad smiles one last time and turns back around to the stove. “I would love to go camping with you all. I haven’t been out on a trip longer than a day since I came here from the old country.”
Earth… You can’t help but wonder about the land of humans. Dad said his side of the family is dead and gone, and that the isolated land is nigh impossible to get in or out of, but you still wish you could go there just once to visit your countrymen.
”So, this weekend, then?” Dad continues, breaking you out of your thoughts.
“Yep…” You hold back a sigh and wonder how the rest of the class is going to take this. Or the rest of the parents. Considering your dad, there is going to be a LOT of emaresculated moms there.
”Sounds like a plan, then,” dad chuckles. “I’ll have to dig my old pack out and see if the moths have eaten it or not.”
“Thanks, dad. We’ll be in my room!” You call over your shoulder as you trot away, silently shooting all your friend’s a glare to follow.
They do.
You lay sprawled out on your bed, glaring at the math homework spread out before you. Fucking Cheerilee. Can’t even let ease up off when she knows that the fillyscouts are going to be gone until monday.
’Just do it all tonight then.’ You mockingly replay your teacher's words in your head. 'Maybe you need to get laid, you uptight cunt.'
”Say, Junior?”
You look up to Apogee, who has all her homework done already. The pegasus blinks. “Does Scoutmaster Sweet know that your dad is taking your mom’s place?”
“I told her I’d get a parent, not which one,” you grunt, returning your eyes to your homework. You take your pencil in your lips and jot down an answer to one of the questions, 90% sure it’s right. “She can’t really force guys away. Mac Apple was one to foalsit Applebloom and her misfit troupe last time.”
”Well, yeah, but Mac Apple is a farm colt, it’s a bit different,” Apogee replies, picking her homework up in her lips and stuffing it in her book bag. “And Scoutmaster Sweet is friends with Tiara’s mom, who is kinda…sexist?”
”The scoutmaster might try to make things hard for Mister Heart…” Luftkrieg weighs in, her germane accent thickening a little in concern.
You scoff. “All of you are worrying too much. The old man could eat a bowl of tacks without any milk. He’s the furthest thing from dainty.”
”You might be biased, though, Junior,” Zala jumps in, looking away from her homework as well. She rises off her belly into a seated position. “Your father is a very sweet stallion, and we just want to be sure he’ll be okay.”
“Not because you’ve got the hots for him?” You bluntly ask, making all three of your friends flush red and look away. You sigh. “Look, don’t worry about my dad. He’ll be fine.”
”Girls! Dinner is ready!” Dad’s voice echos up to the second floor.
Everyone’s homework is promptly abandoned as you, Zala, Luft, and Apogee hop off the bed and bolt downstairs.
”-at filly busted her leg just like Junior did last summer.”
You round the corner to find your mom, Redheart, telling Dad about her day as she sits down at the head of the table. It must have been a hard day, because Mom’s usually pristine white coat is slightly off-colored with sweat, and her usual mane-bun is let down, letting her mane spill down her back.
”Aww, poor gal,” Dad clicks his tongue at Mom’s story as he takes the pot off the stove. Your mouth waters a little when you catch the scent of red lentil in the stew the pot no doubt holds. “Well, it could have always been worse.”
“Hey, mom,” you pick that time to interject as you take the spot to her left. “How was work? Sounds like a bad one.”
”Hey yourself, kiddo,” Mom smiles tiredly. “It wasn’t bad, just a lot to do today. Sorry about your camping trip, but Doctor Scalpel fell ill and a patient is scheduled for a surgery on Saturday. Guess who it falls to now?”
”You, Doctor Redheart?” Apogee asks as she makes a fluttering hop to get on the slightly oversized chair next to you.
”Got it in one,” Mom lets out a short laugh. “You girls staying for dinner?”
”They are,” Dad confirms, pulling a stack of bowls from a high cupboard with one hand while the other gets exactly six spoons from a drawer. “I swear, honey. You need to be a director or something for that [fucking ungrateful] hospital. Would they have even let you take that pediatrician opening if you didn’t walk that panicking intern through Junior’s birth?”
”Probably not,” Mom laughs again. “To be fair, green bean was quite a bit bigger than a normal foal, so that derailed my plans of doing it myself.”
Dad’s little eyes sparkle in that evil away that instantly tells you he’s about to embarrass you. “Ah, I remember when [mini-me] was a chubby little foal. Didn’t even fit in her first onesie!”
You feel your face and ears burn when your friends giggle. “[Dad!]”
”I’m just teasing you, honey,” He chuckles as he ladles out bowls of his lentil stew with his usual seamless motions. The grace dad can put in normal motions has long since stopped being fascinating to you, but it takes just a look around the table to see your friends all focused on him.
Redcross once likened dad to seeing those stupid expensive sixty-frame-per-second TVs in a Canterlot electronics store for the first time. It’s just so smooth that it’s hard not to stare in wonder.
Dad passes out the bowls, spoons, and is sure to include a bottle of hard cider with mom’s, making the mare smile and pull dad down into a short kiss that he gladly returns. Then he turns back to the counter and puts a plate with a fresh loaf of bread out on the table to go with his stew. “Dig in!”
You can worry later, dinner is on!
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I already love it cant wait for more!
Fuck yeah, I'm all for pony Femanaon.
yes this is funny
I already want a prequel after one chapter. Can't wait for more this is definitely going in my following stories. Also you make a lot of good rgre stuff so can't wait for the next chapter on this and Game of ponies.
This is great love it
So all of these fillies were mostly known to being lewded (with each other.) Excited to see a non-sexual, slice of life comedy with these four.
I LOVE THIS THIS IS ART
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They just help each other out during heat, that's all. It's not gay if the teats don't touch!
I enjoy how you craft your stories. Something elevates it to the next level, I'm not sure what.
Anon went down on Redheart, huh? Interesting choice.
).
I like the idea of AnonFilly being his daughter and not the original transformed— very clever. It'll be interesting to see how he plays the father roll (and interacts with all the mothers
I know absolutely nothing about the other fillies, so I'll just go in with a blank slate and assume you've got their characters right (I have a slight idea about Luftkrieg, but I don't GAF about the whole Aryanne controversy that went down, so I'll just take her as I see her).
Looking forward to next chapter and beyond!
I just realized that Redheart is a doctor instead of a nurse because of Anonymous. Wonder what other changes his presence has made. Interesting that a zebra is welcomed in town without any sort of prejudice (that we've seen so far).
These corporations are getting ridiculous.
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Son offa gun! You caught me off guard
Also cool start
Luftkrieg? Airwar? That's an odd name for a pony, but I'm sure it's fi-
OH NO
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Oh, so THAT'S where I've heard these names before. They felt a little familiar, but I wasn't sure.
Hey there, It's Luftkrieg creator here. I gotta say what a nice story dude! My only thing is that Luft is suppose to be Aryanne's daughter and not her sister, but other wise I love it man. It's cool to see some more people writing stories with her!
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Wait so her name translated is "Airwar"? That's sick
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Fug. I should have done my homework. I'm glad I put that disclaimer in the summary that my depictions should not be considered accurate. That little detail may or may not get changed.
So far, very wholesome. I approve.
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It's all good dude! I'm just glad that more people are getting to write about her
This story was a lot better than I expected.
I only heard about the drama in the comments at first, but now that I've read what has been posted I am pleasantly surprised.
... ok... I didn't know what I was expecting but... I'm already invested in this story. This is a extremely fascinating spin on a filly anon story let alone a quasi HiE. Props to Fuggmann, I don't think I've seen this before.
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I thought Apogee was mostly incest porn, but the point still stands.
I got no context to any of these random fillies, but the story itself so far seems really interesting. The cover art for the story looks nice too. Hope to hear more about how Anon and Redheart got together.
sooo, Anon is the equestrian equivalent of a MILF? I can get behind that idea
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Correction, a DILF.
...I wish I could flush this information...
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Ohh, I see, though I was referring to MILf as he is in RGRE and all that, you know, hot mom