The Great Bald Ape
Sun's up, 'Tia's up, and I should follow suit. Gotta keep up, gotta keep going. Keep up the example.
I am the co-chief among this little operation, under the mistress of course, along with that freakishly large rabbit. He does all the slacking for me, so I gotta make up for lost time these days.
It's my turn to be up; Angel's turn to sleep in. As has been for the past month. I'm not sure how that rabbit's ears go up to my knees, but, then again, everything seems bigger here than on earth. Or, perhaps I'm just smaller. Probably the latter, given its perks. For one, I can fall greater heights without injury- the way a cat can fall three times his height and come unscathed, but the same might break a human's ankle. Still, being this small makes it hard maneuver when trying to do intelligent things, especially opening and closing doors, whose knobs require me to reach overhead.
That, I do routinely, until I am out the front door. I walk down to the creek outside, and look around to make sure no one's watching. Seeing nopony around this side of town at 6 in the morning, I reach under the bridge and pull out my stash: a hidden cache of stolen hygienic products that Angel commandeered for me in exchange for a fortnight's worth carrot's rations. Easy enough. I never liked carrots anyways.
The giant three-quarters-intelligent rodent is actually a real bro when he has the right attitude. Even if he's vain. And a glutton and sloth. And a xenophobe, and a grouch, and all-around jerk. The poor bastard's soul is rotten to the core, having fallen victim to the mistress' gentle caresses and indulgences. He's gotten quite obese lately.
I shave and brush my choppers. Should I take off these pants and bathe? I sniff my pits. No, I'm too clean for that. The mistress might get suspicious if she finds out I smell like soap, or not enough sweat. Besides, ponies love the smell of my sweat for some reason. Perhaps it's the salt.
Speaking of salts, I put my pants back on, only to lower them once I've traveled to the other side of the house, and let out a poisoned stream of brine fresh from my kidneys, and then leave out breakfast for the dung beetles. I wash my hands in the stream again.
I've taken care of my own bodily functions; now it's time to wake everyone else. I first break the quiet of the morning by waking Rooster. His signal begins the birds chorus, which slowly builds as the sun continues to rise. It's a wonderful thing, assisting the mistress. Waking up my comrades allows her to spend less time waking us up, and more time with her friends.
Most of the rodents are easy to deal with. Just jab them with a finger or two, and they wake each other up. The reptiles just need to be moved into the open sun. A few splashes in the pond and every fish hears it. Harry, however is the hardest to arouse. I spend less than a minute on the Everfree's border to find a bit of firewood, and take it back to his cave.
I find the most sensitive spot between his ribs, and make a firm jab with the stick.
*Snort*.
Jab. Jab.
Harry roars in my direction and promptly returns to his sleeping position.
I put on the mistress' voice, which I've gotten decent at imitating recently.
"Such language, Harry. I'm disappointed."
He instantly snaps to attention with a shameful look on his face, only for it to turn into sourness when he turns around and faces the origin of the voice, me. I step aside as he slowly waddles out his cave, squinting his eyes at the newly risen sun, and showing me the middle-claw, before going off to do whatever bears do in the morning.
Probably crap in the woods.
Speaking of the mistress, it's time to wake her up as well. She is the one who feeds us, after all.
I make the short walk back to the cottage and sneak through the quiet house until I'm at the side of her bed. It's twice the size of anything I've slept in before, but then again, she's twice my size. Every proportion of the giant anthro caretaker makes me look like a child. Where to start?
I might be the only 'animal' that she 'can't understand' in language, but I certainly can act out noises that put out a general message.
"Muuurph?" I sound.
"Mmmmm..." she moans.
"Wuv?" I sound. I start to nuzzle her face with mine, and even lick it. Like an animal. I suddenly find the mistress' arms wrapping around my tiny body and thrusting my torso into her gigantic cleavage. Taking in deep breaths for a couple of seconds to try to suppress any erection, I kiss and lick her face again.
"Mmm... Frv mr mrnrts..." the mistress moans.
"Mrrrmmm..." I sound. I plant a kiss or two on her neck.
"Mmm... such a good boy, Wuvs." she faintly speaks.
"Mrrr." I sound again, wiggling out of her grip and crawling upwards to land more kisses and licks all over her face like some sort of dog. I crawl around to her back and start massaging her shoulders while grooming her scalp.
I take a deep sniff of her hair, and shudder at the feeling. She's such a divine... sexy...goddess...
NOPE, NOPE, NOPE, I can't do that. I'm an animal, remember? Gotta act the part. Granted, I am quite an unusual 'animal.' The Great Bald Ape. And if I know what's good for me, I keep acting dumb, lest Twilight get too suspicious and vivisect me in the middle of the night. It's already difficult enough not having her take blood and skin samples because I'm a "new species."
Fluttershy's the only one authorized by the crown to take care of me. Or, am I taking care of her? Either way, I'm an animal, even if Fluttershy can't really communicate with me like the rest of her animals (sure, she can talk to me like she does all the time, even if she doesn't understand my chirps and moans) because, well, I'm not really an animal. And even if we're both the same shape, she, and most of the other Equus Erectus Sapiens, are twice as tall as me. Opening intelligent relations with a panicky and xenophobic prey-race is not in my best interest. Even if I'm 'cute' in their eyes.
I stop to think about the report that Twilight gave Fluttershy after her "field observations" regarding me.
The Great Bald Ape is a possibly anomalous creature that was discovered in the Everfree Forest, though given the many lacerations on its thin skin, likely does not originate from such an environment. The creature was first sighted wearing a woven patch of grass over its groin, an indication some minor intelligence and the instinct to cover its most vulnerable external organs. Replacing the grass loin-weave with a fabric loin-cloth significantly increased its comfort.
There is no known environment in Equestria proper that would properly harbor any creature of such shape. Its forelimbs are designed for grasping, while its hind-limbs are meant for running and walking great distances. Its teeth indicate that it is omnivorous, meaning it might be suited to out-pacing prey over great distances on a flat-land of prairie. Whether it is solitary or hunts in groups cannot be determined, and it is clearly a miracle that the creature has made it this far, as, given its lack of sighting until now, must come from a place far beyond Equestria.
The Great Bald Ape is extremely affectionate toward mares and foals, while neutral with most other beings and creatures which it does not consider a threat. It is likely that there is a pheromone detection in the creature's nervous system that triggers its affections.
I continue to groom, preen, lick and kiss the pegasus until she finally rises. She picks me up under the arms and coos.
"Such a good boy, Wuvs..." she says as she nuzzles me with her nose, which I lick again for good measure, making her giggle. She carries me over to her dresser and lays me down like a baby getting a diaper change. Which, is essentially what she does, changing my "pants."
Sure, it's degrading, but what would be more degrading is to have my organs spilling out while Twilight holds my rib cage open to look inside.
She finishes cleaning me and changing my loin-garment and then puts me on her shoulders, letting me ride on her like a small child as she makes her rounds feeding the other animals. I silently sniff her hair and occasionally kiss her head.
Oh, the stuff I get away with being an 'animal'. Especially a literate animal whom you can put on a desk and won't knock anything over (usually.)
Today is pet day. Usually Flutters brings both me and Angel to the outing/pet-picnic thing, but Angel is 'out and about' (sleeping in (again,)) so I get to go alone with her. I walk beside her without a collar, taking two steps for her every one. She is twice as tall as I am, anyways.
The picnic is set up and arranged. Usually I meet with the other pets. When I do, I subtly speak to them and gauge their responses in a form of communication.
Today I only need to talk to Opal. I walk up to her and wink with the eye that's away from the girls, who are together chatting, while Miss Winnie's dancing with Tank, or 'playing' in the ponies' eyes.
Opal gives a subtle nod and waits for me to come. I play the animal act and pick up the large cat, pretending to sniff her fur. She isn't comfortable, but this is the only way to keep acting stupid while whispering in her ear.
"You got the stuff in the usual spot?"
"Grrrrrau?" [Affirmative.]
"Good. The body will be left underneath the window to the left of the boutique's front door."
"Grrrreyy?" [Understood.]
Who knew that cats get tired of fish and will take passed-away mice that Fluttershy buried, even if it's high-quality frozen Salmon? I swear it feels wrong sometimes, digging up graves, but none of the animals that have seen me doing it mind at all. Perhaps this is what it means to donate ones body to science.
Or in this case, supper.
Once my quick meeting is adjourned, I crawl back up to Fluttershy. My adorable human charm has the other ponies laughing as I crawl up her key-hole sweater, popping my head out through her cleavage.
"Darling! I knew this type of sweater was /perfect/ for you! Your pets can be close to you, and it gives them room to breathe!" Not to mention it lets me settle my little head between her massive pillows of wonder.
"Muurrrr..." I sound, in a very relaxed and satisfied way, turning my torso left and right to settle in. All the more cuteness for the giant anthros to coo at.
Meanwhile, the mistress is blushing up a storm.
"So, Fluttershy, you didn't tell me you had a date tonight," said Rainbow Dash. That's got my attention.
"Oh, I just... didn't think to tell anyone..."
"Now Darling, It's perfectly fine to be shy, we just- want to be there to wish you luck is all," continued Rarity
"I..."
"And the fact that you're dating a stallion himself and not just his herd, that's big, Fluttershy," said Twilight.
The mistress is getting uncomfortable. Time to draw her friends' attention.
"Meep?" I turn around and begin to lick her chin. The girls coo and giggle. They start talking about me instead. It's an okay alternative, so long as they're not prodding Fluttershy for information.
She has a date tonight...
Huh...
I feel... upset. Betrayed.
Not like I should. It's not like I'd ever get a chance with her... I'm an animal, remember? The mistress has never had a relationship with one of her pets. From what I've seen in Equestria, there are a lot of things that are easily tolerated that much of Earth does not.
Being lesbian is perfectly fine. Being Gay is seen as a waste of valuable and rare stallions and is heavily looked down upon; in fact in most towns, it's illegal. Polygamy is the rule, rather than the exception here, given the ratio of males to females. In fact, monogamy for more than two years is something that was barely legalized a decade ago due to a large "One-Love" movement. And many ponies are still against its impracticality.
But bestiality? Highly doubt it. Of course, I'd still love her if she had somepony, but her having a stallion would detract from her attention to me... unless that stallion, and the rest of any herd established, were animal type ponies themselves. I do kinda wish Macintosh were with her. He understands her more than any pony.
Still, I'd have less time with her, and I'd be jealous of him, being closer to her than I'd ever be...
Guess that means I need to get in as many snuggles in as possible before she gets hitched...
It's 10:00. Most ponies are asleep. I'm walking through town, avoiding any ponies still awake who'd think a child is wandering the streets, given my stature.
I've got a dead mouse in hand, just washed and wrapped in paper towels. I put in under the window as promised, and the fish is in the bowl out back, as promised. She might be a vain brat, but she's honest, and that's something I can admire over many of the other animals. Opalescence never cheats on a deal.
While sneaking back home, I pass by an open bar-restaurant where I spot the Mistress sitting in a window-seat with some unnamed pegasus stallion.
She seems to be enjoying herself.
It all starts coming down on me. Reality. Fluttershy's moving on. Sure, it was a long time coming for such a sexy goddess that got to model for a while. Still. It hurts.
If she gets steady with a stallion, my whole life is going to change. Having some stranger getting his smell on my lovely goddess. Her going out with him at night. Less cuddles. Less of her soft, furry boobs that I love so much. That's gonna hurt real deep.
I make my way back to her house. Angel is still sleeping. I swear that rabbit gets fatter and meaner every time I look at him.
Am I not enough for her? Are we all not enough for her? Were we not enough to keep her company at night, even when I mysteriously sneak into her room at night and snuggle with her when it's cold and she never lets me go? Is it sex she's after? Could she just be looking for "friends?" I could work with that. As long as she goes to his place and showers when she comes back... maybe...
The door opens. Holy shit, I've been thinking about this for a while, haven't I? Everyone in the house looks toward her except Angel, whose fat snores I can hear from this distance. A lot of birds' faces pop out of little holes all in her cottage.
She's quite grieved. There are tears running down her face as she whimpers and mumbles about 'meanies' and 'users'...
Oh shit, she's been hurt.
Hopefully not physically. Time to fix this.
She sits down at her kitchen table after pulling out the gin from a cupboard. She only does that when a date goes badly. Something's gone wrong. She was smiling when I saw her through the window. I hop into her lap and start nuzzling her belly.
She pours a couple of fingers of gin into the glass and throws it back, not tasting any of the hundred-proof liquor. Holy shit, I almost say aloud. Never seen her do that. The birds look bug-eyed. They've never seen this either.
I can make out through her sobs, "I thought he was the one..." She fills the shot glass and throws it back again.
She does this a couple more times until I finally decide she's poisoned herself enough. I climb up and onto the table. Sliding the gin and the glass away from her, I boop her muzzle. She looks up. Tears in her eyes.
"Wuvs?" I sound, stupidly tilting my head to the right. Her eyes, shining with tears, fail to follow me as she sniffles one more time. I then promptly get to work, kissing and licking her big, cute, furry face.
"You've alwaysh been there for me, haven't you?" she slurs.
I stop licking and pan my head to the side. Her eyes have trouble following me. She's drunk enough for me to speak.
"Yes, Fluttershy, and I always will be there for you, even if the two of us cannot be..."
Just like last time, she picks up the bottle and squints at the label. Unable to read it, she looks back at me.
"Aww, widdle Wuvsh 'sa talkin 'a me... mmmh... I love thish dream..."
"I love you, Fluttershy. I always will. Even if we can't be lovers, I'll always be there for you, no matter what."
"Mmm... Mama lovesh you, too..." she picks me up and holds me closely, before kissing me, fully on the lips. I can taste the sting of the gin on her lips. "I wish th' dream 'ould never end..."
"I do, too, Mistress,"
"'Cause I getta talk t' Wubsh like a Pony 'cause he's m'stallion an' I getta... try'n fuck 'im..."
The mistress loses a lot of her shyness when she's drunk.
Fluttershy carries me to bed, barely breaking the kiss as she sloppily throws off the evening dress she was wearing. She pushes me back, still holding me under the arms, laying me down in the bed.
She starts to pull off my shorts...
When she passes out.
Now I'm willing to have drunk sex with her, as it's inconsequential and she'd think it's a dream. In fact, given my size compared to her giant anthro pussy, I wouldn't even pierce her hymen, if she hadn't torn it while giving Harry one of his violent massage-therapy sessions.
But while sleeping? It's already pushing it to do it while drunk. I'm not a bad guy, and I'm not sleep-rapist. Besides. I'd want her to enjoy it as well, even if she wouldn't remember it later- as is the plan. Being drunk, her inner self comes out, and she follows her desires and instincts without thinking about the consequences. Because there are no consequences of doing it with me, I figure it's okay to indulge her.
I wiggle out from under my sexy goddess and prepare a glass of water and some hangover relief on her nightstand. It'll 'mysteriously appear' when she wakes up. When I finish, I pull the covers over her naked body before snuggling up between her massive breasts.
*sigh* Maybe next time...