Sometimes ponies are just fucking weird. You get on a rollercoaster of events that suddenly turns into a submarine and then you're left stuck in the ocean surrounded by sharks. The point is, these fucking ponies drive you to drink.
Sometimes ponies are just fucking weird. You get on a rollercoaster of events that suddenly turns into a submarine and then you're left stuck in the ocean surrounded by sharks. The point is, these fucking ponies drive you to drink.
This is a compilation archive of Flutterpriest's speed stories, requests, story challenges, older one shots, unused ideas that content written down that isn't going to be pursued, or stories that don't have a high enough level of quality to justify their own story. Refer to the Rating in each chapter prior to reading.
Today is Hearth's Warming Eve. One of the most magical days of the year. The day in Equestria where ponies spend time with their loved ones. Ponies exchange gifts, sing songs, and learn about how Equestria was originally made. A day when, while it's so cold outside, warmth comes knocking on the door to our hearts. Except for a lone human in Equestria. You are Anon. Forever alone. Get Rekt.
"We wish you a merry Christmas. We wish you a merry Christmas..." you mutter to yourself.
Slouching in your chair of your house, you watch the fireplace burn brightly, the sole illumination of your home. The ponies were so wrapped up in their own holiday celebrations, that they didn't even consider anyone else. Nobody considered the human without a family on this cold night. So here you sat. Alone. You hear a knock at your door.
"Who the heck could that be?"
Sombering towards the door, you keep yourself wrapped up in a blanket for warmth. Opening up, you see Applejack, the element of honesty herself. Your heart lit up to see the beautiful pony standing on your doorstep.
"Howdy there Anon! Happy Hearth's Warming Eve."
"H-Hey! Come on in! It's freezing."
She trots inside the house and unwraps her scarf.
"Ah can't stay super long. I gotta run back and wrap presents with Granny for Applebloom and Big Mac."
"Oh. Okay."
Your mood dampers. You knew the situation was too good to be true. Applejack had a family to take care of.
"But ah couldn't help thinkin that since ya'll don't got family to spend tonight with, that ah would do somethin a little special for ya."
Out of a sack she pulls out what looks to be a bottle and a covered plate. Taking off the cover, she reveals a fresh apple pie, that looks like it still might even be warm.
"Somethin a little sweet, as well as..."
She holds up the fine looking bottle to you.
"A little sour. This is one of our bottles of finest cider. We bottle it up and send it to Canterlot for all those hoity toity types."
"Applejack, thats so sweet of you. I'm.. at a loss for words."
You lean down and give her a large warm hug. She's taken aback by your gesture, and returns the hug with a pinkness in her face.
"I just wish I had something that I could give you as a present in return..."
Her eyes focus on you and her lips curl at the edges.
"Well... I could tell ya that I didn't want anything in return..."
You look into her eyes, catching her drift.
"But, that wouldn't be right honest of me now would it."
You smile at her. Maybe tonight wouldn't be so alone after all.
"Well then, let me lead the way."
Applejack had never been in your home before, but around you she just felt comfortable and relaxed. Moving up to your bedroom, she moves to stand on your bed so the two of you are eye to eye.
With a giggle, she says in a playful voice. "Get over here loverboy."
You strut over to her, making her smile more, and wrap your arms around her. Her lips make contact with yours and lock into a deep passionate kiss. The feeling of her tongue on your lips is your sign, and you move to taste hers. She tastes amazing. It's been so long since your last encounter. You break the kiss and move down to her neck.
"My, oh my. Anon... You sure know how to treat a girl."
That's right. Eat it up, AJ. You use your arms to massage some of the tension away from her haunches, and give one long lick to her neck. It sends shivers down her spine.
"Oh Anon..."
Your kisses begin to travel south, as you push AJ down on the bed. You begin to make your way down to her marehood as she lets out small gasps in anticipation every time your lips meet her skin. To tease her further, you begin to travel back upward. You can hear the desperation in her breathing. Time for some apple pie.
"Consarn it!" she says, quickly moving away from you.
You stop and look up at the beautiful, blonde-haired mare.
"Look at all that snow!"
She was right, the weather picked up, and it looked like a blizzard was about to begin.
"I'm sorry Anon, I gotta go home."
She leaps off of the bed and gallops downstairs. Damn it. Fucking weather. You remind yourself to hit Rainbow Dash for indirectly cock-blocking you on the weather. Rushing downstairs, you stop AJ before she opens the door.
"Hey... uh... if you ever want to get the rest of that gift..."
She turns to look at you with a mischevious smile.
"Ah know Anon, and I intend to."
She closes the door, and leaves you alone in the cold again. Grabbing the bottle, you saunter your way back to the fireplace. Damn it. Back to fapping tonight. You think over the situation, wondering if there was something you could have done to kept her here for tonight.
...
Then again, you didn't want to keep AJ from her family. Plus... she did say she was coming back for the rest...
With hope rising in your jeans, you open the bottle of apple cider and take a strong swig. Holy shit! This stuff was awesome! Maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad after all. Low and behold, theres another knock on the door.
Getting up, you wonder who would venture out in the snowstorm to visit you on a night like this. On this night especially. Opening the door, you see Pinkie Pie carrying a saddle bag of goodies.
"Hiya Anon!"
"Pinkie? What are you doing? Shouldn't you be at home?"
"Nah! The Cake's have their own special night with the twins planned. So I'm all on my own. You should close the door and keep the warmth in."
"Uhhh."
Not questioning Pinkie, you close the door in her face.
"So whatcha dooin Nonny?"
Her voice from behind you almost made you jump a foot. Almost. This is Pinkie we are talking about.
"I was just staying warm by the fire. I don't have anyone to spend tonight with either."
"Ooh! Then maybe we should have a Hearth's Warming Eve party! It would be great!"
You smile at the pink mare's enthusiasm.
"That's a great idea Pinkie, but I don't think that we would be able to have a lot of guests tonight.
"Oooh. True. Good thinking Nonny. I can see why Twilight has her eye on you."
Ugh. The thought of Purplesmart made you taste vomit in your throat. You already threw her out five times tonight for trying to do sexy things related to Earth Christmas. She even left the Santa Clause outfit here. You probably should have explained that giving a present to good little girls and boys had nothing to do with strap-ons. However, you didn't imagine yourself having to ever be so specific about something so simple.
"Yeah. I guess. Hey! Want a drink? I got some warm cider."
"That sounds lovely, Nonny."
Sitting by the fire you and Pinkie shoot the wind about all sorts of things in Equestria. Time goes by, and after your supply of cider runs out, she pulls out some of her own alcohol from her bag. Hungry and drunk, you two demolish the pie and begin talking about more intimate things.
"Ohh yeah! This one party! We were... *hic* doin stuff. Then next thing I was getting pounded by THREE stallions!" she says proudly.
"Wooah! That must have been intense. Baaack on Earth... girls always had people watch them to make sure they didn't.... didn't..."
You thoughts evade you, when you see the way that Pinkie is looking at you.
Her eyes are half lidded, and her lips curl up at the edges. Welcome to the pants elevator. Going up! You move to sit next to her by the couch.
"So... do you have a special somepony on this hearth's warming eve?" you say in your sexiest tone you can muster.
But you are drunk, so it probably just sounded like you are drunk. You wrap an arm around her, as she places a hoof on your leg.
"No... but I can pretend..."
Her face comes close to you, and you come closer to hers. Your lips lock, and your tongues begin to dance. She positions herself on top of you and you firmly grab her plot.
"Mmmm. You are a nice piece of work Nonny..."
"You ain't too bad yourself, Pinks."
She giggles and looks down at you with a devilish smile.
"Call me... mistress, Anon."
"Huh?"
"Call me mistress."
Oh shit. What did you get yourself into. You blink, and you are bound and gagged, and suspended in mid air by the ceiling.
"How did you do that?"
"What was that, slave?" she asks.
A whip cracks over your back, sending searing pain throughout your body. You let out a gasp, and try to fight your confinement. You didn't know Pinkie was into this kinky shit. Not that it's... necessarily a bad thing. You're just... more of a cuddler? She lets out a devilish laugh and begins to trace the room.
"I've always wanted to play with you Anon... You seem like the perfect toy."
She traces your body with the whip, and wraps it around your neck.
"... to break."
You gulp instinctively to her words. She paces the room giggling at her own joke. You can't see her anymore, as she paces the room.
"Oohh... now what do we have here?"
A drip of sweat forms on your brow. Please for the love of god... don't be.
"Candy canes..."
Fuck. Looks like the rest of the night, you will be spending your time getting candy canes shoved up your ass by fucking Pinkie Pie.
Life is a pretty darn awesome thing. Especially in the fall time down around Sweet Apple Acres. When Applejack got done with her apple bucking for the day, she invited you down so that she could experiment with something that she tried to rarely show. She always told everyone that Granny Smith made the pies, the fritters and all of the other great delicacies that the farm sold. However, she always did her best to hide her inner love and talent for cooking. Applejack swore that if you ever told anyone, that you would be dead meat. To be honest, you loved sampling her cooking so much, that you made a routine out of it, and so did she.
Every time you tried one of her new recipes, she always seemed so nervous that you might dislike it. She's such a worry wart. You've loved every single dish she ever made for you. So, naturally, when she invited you over for dinner tonight, there was no way that you could possibly refuse. She said she had a few new things she wanted to try, and you would be more than happy to oblige. If you could cook, you would probably ask her to a dinner that you would make. Or even out to dinner at all.
Yeah, you could say you might have a crush on this pony.
As the sun begins to set lower in the sky, you begin to make your way to the barn. Normally she invites you to the kitchen, but she said that you two would be able to be more alone this way. Perfect. You wouldn't have it any other way.
Approaching the barn door, you can't help but notice the heavenly aroma that floats through the air. The unmistakable smell of pasta, cheese and garlic tantalize your senses as you open the barn door. Standing by a candle-lit table, stands the freckled mare of your dreams.
"Howdy Anon."
"Hey..."
Your eyes focus on Applejack, something seems to be out of place. Her mane isn't done up into her normal ponytail for when she does her work, but rather, brushed and straight. It's so much different than you would have imagined. It's so much better than you could have wished for.
"You look... amazing. Truly amazing, AJ."
She blushes and smiles at you.
"Aww, it wasn't nothin. Ah jus rarely take care of mah mane is all."
Walking up to her, you scritch behind her sensitive ears.
"You should do it more often."
Her face turns red and her mind begins to turn to mush.
"I, uhm, err... Food! Ah made it!"
She trots over to a silver covered plate that must have been a family heirloom, and uncovered one of the most magnificent looking lasagnas that you have ever laid eyes on. The scent fills the barn and you take a heavy gulp of saliva to avoid drooling.
"That smells awesome!"
She chuckles.
"Well dig in then! Ah made it special just for you Anon."
You sit down to the candlelit table and single out a serving for AJ.
"I, err. Ahm not hungry. Besides, ah made it for you anyway."
"Well then, don't mind if I do!"
For some food, the smell is about as good as you can get. However, sometimes food tastes so good, that the smell doesn't even begin to do the taste justice. This lasagna fell into the latter category. You feel all other thoughts and words begin to fail you as you tear into the delicious platter of cheese and pasta. Restraining yourself from licking the pan, you return to consciousness to see Applejack staring at you with dreamy eyes.
"Didja like it?"
"Like it?"
You scoot yourself closer to her.
"I loved it."
Her eyes look deeply into yours.
"I think, if I had to, I could eat your cooking every day for the rest of my life."
A smile begins to curl on the edges of her lips.
"Well, if you liked that, Anon."
Her face begins to slowly approach yours.
"Wait until what happens next..."
You feel a stabbing pain in your stomach. It causes you to convulse to the floor.
"Oh god."
Another stab, and another stab, and another stab. You feel like throwing up, but something is stopping you. The room feels like it is getting smaller around you. Or maybe, in fact, you were expanding. Like a balloon.
"Applejack! What's happening!"
She chuckles to herself.
"Jus a little somethin ah added to let us have a little fun."
Rolling you like a ball to the center of the barn, you find yourself stuck like a turtle. You can feel the threads of your clothing being pushed to their very limit to try and contain the massive amount of bloat. Applejack eyes you down seductively.
"Ah've always had a thing for ponies who loved to eat..."
She moves to a darker corner of the barn and returns with what appears to be a massive stick of black liquorice.
"What are you going to do with THAT AJ?"
She giggles.
"You'll see."
"Oh god... No AJ. NO! I love you! Please don't do this to me!"
She rolls you around and plants a kiss on your cheek.
"Ah love you too Anon, and ah promise that you will enjoy this just as much as Ah will.
You can feel your clothing being peeled off of you, and with it, goes your self respect. Tears stream down your eyes as you feel the large member prodding your back entrance. All in the candlelit barn of Sweet Apple Acres. A night where your really, truly wished that things would have gone better. Maybe for instance, by fucking Applejack, instead of vice versa.
It's hot. Way too fucking hot. Dropping another apple from the tree and placing it in your bucket, you take off your Stetson and look over your hard day's work. You wipe the sweat off your brow and pick up another bushel of apples. The work is hard, but you got to make a living somehow in Equestria. It was simply luck that you managed to stumble into an apple orchard outside of town. From there, it was simply harvesting them and taking them to the market.
You place the basket in your cart and pick up the last empty one. Picking it up, you find it to be much heavier than normal. Looking down, you find a small orange filly, with dark white freckles and long blonde mane, gently sleeping in the afternoon sun. You smile down at your unexpected visitor.
"Well howdy there."
She rubs her eyes gently and looks up at you.
"O-oh. S-sowwy," She says disappointedly. "Ah was so tawered."
"It's fine little one... what's your name?"
She looks up at you sleepily.
"Applejack," She answers shyly.
"My name is Anon," You reply calmly. "What are ya doin out here little one? Where's your family?"
Applejack looks at the ground and bites her bottom lip.
"In the grownd," She answers sadly.
A lump catches in your throat.
"Nopony wants me around..." Applejack cracks, on the verge of tears. "Ah'll go. I'm sowwie."
She leaps from the basket and walks away slowly, her head hanging to the ground. Your heart physically hurts with every step that she walks away. This poor little filly just needs someone to care for her.
"Hey!" You call after her.
She turns around and looks back at you sadly. Grabbing an apple, you head over to her and hold it outstretched in your hand.
"Wanna stick around?" You ask with a smile.
Applejack looks up at you in pure disbelief and nods. Carefully, she takes the apple from your outstretched hand and gobbles it down quickly.
"Heh. Don't eat too fast," You tell her, standing up.
Taking off your hat, you put it on her head. It's several sizes too big for her, but the smile on her face could spread for miles and melt the hardest heart.
"Well. Let's get you a room squirt."
"Okay!" She exclaims, jumping around your feet.
"Then let's head back home then."
The cart can wait for tomorrow. You head back to your home, a moderately sized wooden home that you build from scratch.
"Anon." Applejack asks.
"Yeah, squirt?"
"Does this mean you are my new Pa?" She asks innocently.
You bite your bottom lip and close your eyes.
"Only if you want."
You feel a tug at your pantleg. Looking down, she looks directly into your eyes. Then the hat slips down over her face.
"Heh. You're too cute for your own darn good."
Picking her up, you put her on your shoulder and take her home.
You walk through the Ponyville park, with your filly Rainbow Dash. She runs around you in circles and flaps her newly developing wings at a high speed, making whooshing noises with her mouth.
"ZOOOOM!"
With a laugh, you watch her dart around the grass.
"What's the big hurry, sport?"
"You watch dad. One of these days I'm going to be one of those flying ponies like we saw yesterday!" she squeaks proudly.
“You mean a wonderbolt?" you ask.
"YEAH!" she smiles. "I'm gunna be a wonderbolt and give you tickets to watch me fly at every show! I'm going to be the fastest flier in all Equestria!"
"I'm sure you will, champ." you say. There's no sense in shooting down a little one's dreams.
She runs ahead of you, continuing her added special effects as you jog to keep up with her. As she approaches a flower bush, Rainbow yelps and runs behind you. The little filly peeks from behind your legs and looks back at the flowered bush.
"Daddy. What's that thing?"
“Well, let's go look."
You approach the flowers slowly as the nervous Pegasus follows behind you. A quick motion blur darts around the bush.
"Oh Rainbow, this little guy is no harm," you calmingly tell your little girl. "This is just a tiny little hummingbird."
You approach the bush slowly and put a finger to your lips, indicating to your rainbow haired filly to be quiet. She nods quietly and tip toes with you as you get closer.
“Now," you whisper gently. "Look at his wings. See how fast they move? Hummingbirds are some of the fastest birds in Equestria because of their wing speed."
Rainbow's eyes widen as she watches the tiny animal hover in front of her face. The little bird floats away, faster than her eyes can follow it.
"Where'd it go?"she asks innocently, looking around during for the tiny green bird.
"It weeeent..." you say approaching the filly. "Here!"
You lift your little girl into the air and run at top speed through the park. With a wide smile, Rainbow raises her hooves in the air and flaps her wings.
"HERE'S CAPTAIN RAINBOW DASH! THE FASTEST WONDERBOLT IN EQUESTRIA! "
The filly laughs as you mimic the sounds of a roaring crowd. You pull her down and hold her in your arms.
"Merry Christmas, Cadance!" you say to the pink princess.
She stares at you from her crystal throne. It was the beginning of your shift as her guard, and you thought it would be a nice gesture.
"Uhm. Thank you, Anonymous," she says with a smile, surprised by your action. "A guard hasn't ever given me a gift before. Also, what's Christmas?"
The look of confusion on her face makes you feel uneasy, but you remain resolute in your actions.
"Christmas is a holiday from my original world," you begin to explain with a smile. "It's a time where family, friends and loved one can all share gifts with one another to show we love them."
Cadance's ears perk up at the thought of a holiday devoted to love and appreciation.
"Really? Well, thank you, Anonymous," she says, lifting the box out of your hand with her bright blue magic. "I'm happy to know you consider me your friend."
The writer whinces slightly at her word choice, but pushes on.
"Go on! Open it!" you insist with a smile.
She looks down at the red wrapped box and examines it carefully.
"Alright then," she says, grabbing one of the edges of the wrapping paper and tearing it off.
The red paper falls to the floor and she opens the cardboard box in front of her as your eyes light up.
"What is this?" she asks, lifting the black piece of fabric into the air.
"In my world, we call it a hooded-sweater or a hoodie," you explain. "Go ahead, try it on."
Cadance unzips the silver zipper and looks at the inside of the sweater. Placing her hooves in the arms of the hoodie, she wraps it over herself and zips it up.
"How does it look?" she asks.
"I like it," you reply. "But it doesn't make you look very 'royal', your highness."
Cadance ponders to herself for a moment.
"Then I declare that 'hoodies' are now the official royal garb of the Crystal Empire," she decrees. "Besides, it's so comfortable. Thank you, Anon."
And that's how hoodies became the hot new fashion trend in Equestria.
So begins another morning where you sit at your kitchen table eating a bowl of corn flakes. You would much rather prefer something else... But there was one thing you never anticipated when you got to Equestria. Your choices of breakfast food are extremely limited. In fact, it was to the point where you drew different pictures on the box to fool your half asleep state that it was something other than normal cornflakes.
A knock on the door interrupts your routine internal thought process about breakfast cereal. Just like every other morning. Getting up, you prepare yourself for anything. This filly is off her little rocker. Wait. Rockers are for old people. Rocking horse? Now that's straight up demented. Bad Anon. No more thinking for you.
Opening the door, you see Sweetie Belle standing on the other side of the door.
"Hi Anon!" She squeaks. "Wanna play a game?"
You eye her carefully.
"What is it this time, Sweetie Belle. "
"It's called Mommy and Daddy wrestling."
"Sweetie. You are way too young to be rutting. For the last time."
"Oh, come on! Pllleeeeaassseee?"
"No."
Then, she uses her dreaded weapon. The pouty lip. Her eyes grow wide and fill with tears as the lust driven filly craves your hot monkey dick.
You slam that fucking door in her face. Yeah! That's right, you told off that little girl like a true alpha. Mom would be proud. Today, you didn't become a pedophile. Instead of having hot, consensual filly sex, you strut back to your disappointing breakfast cereal like a goddamn peacock.
The next day came nearly overnight.
Duh Anon. That's how time works. Ya Goddamn idiot. Ending your mental self abuse, you head downstairs, preparing yourself for your normal breakfast routine. With a great sigh, you open your cereal cabinet to grab your boring breakfast when a realization hits you.
Bread. Of course! Toast is just what you need to break your morning blues. Equestria has no electricity, so it looks like you are making it in the oven. With a smile, you slide your only two pieces of bread in the hot oven, when the familiar knock is heard at your door. Closing the oven door, you head to the door and swing it wide open. The white little filly with purple and pink hair smiles up at you, seemingly proud of herself.
"Morning, Sweetie Belle," you say, attempting to not let your little stalker ruin the prospect of a new morning routine. "What's up?"
"Wanna play tag, Anon? " Sweetie asks excitedly.
"Well... Maybe after breakfa-"
"I just made it today! It's called horn tag! All you have to do is take your horn and put it in my-"
Slam the door in her adorable face. That'll teach her to try and treat hot and fast filly defloration like a game. With a smile you return to your oven. Which is on fire.
"Shit. I really need to pay attention when I make food."
You are Anon and you are waiting for the Canterlot Summer Sun Festival to be over with. Pretty much the only reason you came here was to make your marefriend, Rainbow Dash, happy. The two of you have been a couple for a few years now. Even talked about having kids soon.
However, the constant strain of Twilight trying to break you two apart so that she could have you to herself drove you nuts. Rainbow insists that she's just playing around, but she's trying to get your dick everyday. Like. Every fucking day. Twilight made it her duty to try and prove that she's better for you than Rainbow. She redoubled her efforts once she became an alicorn princess. The white princess is on stage and saying some dumb shit about how the celebration has new meaning or something. You just wanna get back so you and Rainbow can have some fun. Sexy fun. Sexy private bedroom fun. Like, Sex.
Luna raises up into the sky and begins to slowly lower the moon. Celestia follows her sister and begins to raise the sun. Good. It's almost over. Suddenly, a purple flash flies across the stage. In between the sun and the moon, a massive purple star begins to expand and fill the sky. Was that...
Twilight slowly descends from the sky and lands on stage next to the other princesses. She looks directly at you with bedroom eyes. Great. Now she can fucking do a rainboom too. Or sparkleboom. Whatever.
You need something to drink. Heading over to a nearby refreshment table, you pour yourself some punch.
"How was that Anon?" you hear her voice call to you. The new princess approaches you with a flirty tone.
"How long did Rainbow have to train you to do that?"
Frustration spreads across her face.
"I did it mostly myself! It's all physics. All I had to do is-"
"Let me just stop you there. I don't care. Like, at all."
"But this means I'm just as good as Rainbow Dash! Even better!"
You turn to her with a serious expression.
"I don't care. Rainbow and I are sticking together and that's that."
Leaving behind the perplexed purple pony princess, you rejoin your waifu and head back home. Sexy Time happens. The End.
You hold her hat up high in the air as Trixie jumps to try and grab it.
"Unhand the Great and Powerful Tixie's magic hat!"
"Make me!"
Sprint through the park at high speed as she chases you.
"Come back here! The Great and Tired Trixie hates running!"
Get back to your house and stand outside.
"Why don't you just take it with your magic."
You wave the hat at the panting pony.
"The.. Great... and... Exhausted... Trixie could do so if she wanted to... but Trixie doesn't want to."
"Well. Looks like you won't get it."
She walks up to you with tears in her eyes. Trixie murmurs something.
"What was that?"
"Please?"
It takes you off guard.
"Can I please have my hat back?"
"How do I know that you aren't buffing?"
She looks to the ground and dampens the ground with her tears.
"It was the last thing my parents gave me before the accident..."
You sit there in shock, looking down at the humbled mare.
"It's the only thing that makes me feel like a good magician. I'd do anything to get it back..."
Slowly, she turns around and presents herself to you. She buries her face into her hooves.
"Just tell me that you love me please."
You put on a devilish grin and undo your pants. Placing the hat on your head, you grab her flank with both hands and force your stiff member inside her ass without warning. She screams out in pain and bites her hoof. The tightness of her dry forbidden hole only turns you on more.
"Time to teach you a lesson, bitch."
You thrust deep inside of her and tears fall down her face rhythmically. Slowly you work yourself inside her to adjust yourself to her unwilling cavern. Just as you are nearly out, you shove yourself back in, causing her to scream.
"That's right. You love it don't you?"
Her sobs erupt echo through the trees by your house. You begin to pump yourself inside of her and slap her flank. Trixie's body contorts to each thrust as her hole becomes more managable.
"Tell me you love it."
Her crying intensifies.
"Tell me!"
You slap her ass.
"I like it."
"HOW MUCH?"
Another hard slap that rings through the woods.
"I love it." she cries out through sobs.
You thrust yourself harder and harder inside her. Soon you feel yourself nearing release.
"Oh man... here it comes..."
"Please... not inside."
"Too fucking bad."
You quicken your pace as she pleads to you. Your member throbs and shoots strings of seed inside her. Pulling yourself out, you pull your pants back up and throw the hat at her.
You look up from your book when you see a small brown puppy hop up onto your lap and eagerly lick your face.
"Woah there, boy!"
Looking at the dog's collar, you notice one important thing about this pet. He only has three legs. The tag on the collar says "Brownie". You look around, but don't see an owner close by. Well, you did get about a fourth of the way through the book. You pet the dog.
"Who's a good boy?" you ask, in the most masculine baby talk you have.
His warm fur feels nice under your hand and he lays his head in your lap. You hear a muffled voice from the other side of the park calling out towards the park. That might be the owner. You probably should wait for whoever it is to come and reclaim the poor guy. Over the low fence of the park, you see a mare calling all around.
"Brownie! Where are you boy?"
She looks nearly on the edge of tears. Her vivid blue hair catches your attention and your eyes connect. The mare looks at the dog carefully and the Brownie raises his head. You wave to the mare and her face lights up. Grabbing Brownie's collar, you slowly bring him over to her. However, after accidentally letting go, he stays close to you.
In fact, he won't leave your side. It's almost like, he's leading you to her. As you reach the gate, you notice the mare hasn't really moved that far. Passing through the gate, you see why.
She only has three hooves.
The dog walks up to her and barks at you with his tongue out.
"Thank you so much for finding him. It means the world to me."
The sight takes your breath away for a moment. She carefully drops her two back hooves and holds Brownie close to her with her functional front hoof.
"It's... no problem. He's a good boy. My name's Anon."
You about reach out your hand for a hoofshake, but instead kneel down to her level.
"My name's Azure. It's nice to meet you."
After a moment of holding her pet, she holds her hoof out to you and you gently shake it. The dog jumps up into your lap and drops slobbery wet kisses on you.
"Woah! Haha."
"Brownie!"
She pulls him off of you and the two of you laugh.
"Sorry, he can get a little affectionate around new friends."
"It's no problem. I love dogs. What breed is he? He looks like some type of hound."
"Yeah! He's actually a mix hounds. He looked so sad at the shelter... and well. It's like we were meant for each other."
She smiles and chuckles in a practiced way that you can easily tell is forced.
"Well, both of you seem really nice, so it makes a ton of sense to me."
She looks into your eyes carefully. As if she were really just seeing you for the first time.
"Nopony has ever said that before. They usually just drop it or comment on... Well you know."
You put on a coy smile.
"Well, I was debating adding on a part about licking faces, but decided against it."
Azure chuckles and cracks a quick smile.
"Well. Uhm. Thank you. You seem really nice, but I think I probably should get out of your mane."
"Oh, it's no bother to me. I was just reading a bit, but between reading a book and spending some time with a sweet dog and his lovely owner, i think I'd take the latter."
She blushes heavily and the dog yips at her.
"W-well. You can walk with me if you want. I was just taking Brownie on his afternoon walk."
You smile to her.
"Of course I will."
Slowly, she stands up on her own and you stand up yourself. She begins to limp along the concrete path and you keep her pace. Honestly, you have to actively walk slow to be at the same pace. The dog smile and maintains the same speed as his owner. A lump is caught in your throat.
"So... uh. What else do you normally do? To keep yourself busy?"
She looks up at you with a smile.
"Well, um. I love to read, but sometimes books are a little hard to handle, so I prefer to listen to ponies read. Or sometimes I'll just go on walks and look at flowers. It gets my mind off things"
"Sounds calming, ever do it with someone around?"
She blushes and stutters over her words.
"W-well... uhm no. Ponies don't like to spend time with me..."
"What if it wasn't a pony?" you say in a warm tone.
Her face illuminates and a blush overwhelms her otherwise gentle light blue face. Azure's dark blue mane covers her left eye and she smiles.
"I dunno... I've never tried that before... but I'd like that."
"Mind if we try?" you ask.
"Yeah." she answers airily. "What do you wanna do?"
"Well, maybe we can grab some lunch... Maybe we can read together... then go on a walk?"
Azure nods and giggles a little.
"I like that... I've never had somepony... or a nonpony read a story to me before."
"There's a first for everything... right?"
She nods.
"I love trying new things too! We should probably take this little guy home though."
She nods to Brownie who looks ecstatic at her owner talking to you.
You pet the little rascal, who relishes each pet of his soft fur.
"Of course."
The two of you begin to walk towards, what you could only guess is, her home. She still blushes hard and looks up at you as she limps forward on the path. You have to noticeably reduce your pace to ensure she can keep up with you. It's a good thing you are a patient person or you could probably get impatient quickly.
It was bound to happen. Every year after Trixie makes her rounds through Ponyville. Even though Twilight out does her in the form of unicorn magic, here you were in her treehouse watching her magic show.
"Ladies and Gentlecolts. Thank you for coming to the Terrific Twilights Tantalizing Talent Show!"
"Woo! You go Twilight!"
At least Spike is putting some effort into this.
"Yay," you groan. You look down at your watch. 4:00. Ugh. This will take fucking forever.
Twilight enters the room from a cloud of purple mist wearing a black cape and top hat. The machine creating the purple mist doesn't seem to want to turn off, and begins to clog the air. Spike tries to turn off the machine, but it's all in vain. The room steadily becomes more and more purple as everyone coughs. Army crawl to the machine like a boss!
Grab the machine and line up the pass. Looks like it's going to have to be a hail mary. You throw the machine with all of your might. In slow motion you watch the machine head towards one of the library's windows. It shatters through the glass!
"IT'S GOOD! THE PATRIOTS WIN THE SUPER BOWL! JOHN MADDEN JOHN MADDEN JOHN MADDEN!" you scream aloud.
Twilight and Spike stare at you as the purple smoke slowly exits the room.
"You know it was awesome, guys," you say confidently. "You just jelly."
Retaking your seat, you look back down at your watch. 4:01. Great.
"For my first trick, I will need help from the audience."
"OOH! OOH PICK ME! PICK ME!" screams the baby dragon.
Spike is jumping up and down on his seat with both arms extended in the air. You continue to stare blank-eyed, anywhere but to where Twilight is standing, staring at you. Oh man, you are tired. You shouldn't have stayed up so late last night. Then again, you had a great reason. It's not every night that you get to eat 50 cakes. Injustice would ravage the land if you didn't.
Plus the Cakes would never find out. Maybe. Feeling an itch in the middle of your back, you reach to scratch the itch.
"Anon!"
"What?"
"You raised your hand!"
You look up at your raised hand.
"Fuck."
Walk up to her makeshift stage made out of books, and stand next to her. Spike is visibly jealous that you were picked instead of him.
"Alright Anon!"
She takes off her top hat and places it on a table in front of you.
"Clearly an ordinary top hat? Correct?"
"Uh. Yeah."
You look inside. Looks empty enough.
"Reach in and pull out your heart's desire." says Twilight with a smile.
"This is my favorite part!" says Spike angrily.
You reach into the hat and begin to feel around. Well, one thing for sure, it doesn't feel like a hat. In fact, it's warm, and slimey. You move to reach deeper.
"NO NO NO NO! I HAVENT RESET IT YET." screams Twilight.
Her face is visibly red, as she casts a spell on the hat. You look to her, then to Spike, then to her.
"My silence costs 150 bits," you say aloud.
"Sold."
You reach back into the hat, and slowly pull out a glowing flower. It's the weirdest flower that you have ever seen.
"Oh Anon! You found a Magical Waratah!"
"Uh. This is a flower. Not Rarity."
"RARITY! WHERE?" Exclaims the tiny dragon.
You ignore Spike for the moment to refocus on Twilight.
"So what does it do?"
"Well... I don't know. Maybe if we took careful time to research it, we might be able to figure out how it works."
"Hmmm. Learning it's supernatural properties seems like quite the intelligent decision."
Twilight's eyes light up, forgetting the magic show.
"Then let's go down to the lab and-"
So, with a magical flower in your hand, you decide to do the only rational thing possible. Eat that shit! Awww yiss.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" screams the horrified unicorn.
"Eating. I'm starving."
Suddenly a massive table of food appears in front of you.
"Damn, I'm gunna need so much chocolate milk to eat dis shit."
Three gallons of chocolate milk appear on the table. ... Aww yiss.
"Anon, I dunno if you should-"
"Twilight, shut up."
Twilight's mouth jumps off her face and rolls out the door. The purple unicorn looks like she is about to cry.
"Uhh... Why the long face?"
She stares bullets at you.
"If I give you your mouth back, will you lecture me?"
Twilight shakes her head.
"Speak."
The mouth reappears on her face.
"Anon! How can you be so careless!"
"Nope."
The mouth vanishes once again as you skip out of the library. Time to head back home. Strutting past Carousel Boutique, you see Rarity sweeping the front of her store. Your epic swagger kicks up more dust and infuriates the marshmallow pone.
"Anonymous! Would you please stop being such a hooligan for 10 minutes?"
"Why don't you stop being such a bitch?"
Oh yeah. Burn. You feel a tug on the back of your pants. Turning around, you see Rarity with a wide smile.
"Hug?"
You stare at her.
"Go back the old way. I liked that better."
Returning to your home, you point at the table.
"PIZZA!"
The table turns into a pizza. Fuck. You should have saw that coming. You hear a knock from your door. Spinning in place, you point at the door.
"Who is it?"
The door explodes.
"EEEEP!"
Fluttershy stands, shocked at the door dematerializing in front of her.
"Whassup Flutterbutter?"
"O-oh. Uhm... Well."
She pulls out a chocolate cake and places it on the ground. Not this fucking shit.
"Fluttershy. Stop doing whatever you doing. Stop the fetish guessing and just ask me out for a date."
She stares at you. Her pupils become the size of needles. Awww shet. HIT THE DECK! You dive behind the couch just before the yellow pegasus explodes into a countless number of yellow mini-marshmallows. Well. Looks like life is going to be a lot more interesting. All thanks to that awesome, magical, Fucking Waratah.
It's another sunny day in Equestria, and you know what? Today seems like the kinda day to just fuck with somepony. In fact, the next pony you see, you're going to see how hard you can troll them.
"Hiya, Anon!" squeaks a little filly who seemed to walk up next to you. Perfect. Fresh meat.
"Hey there little one, What's your name?"
"Mah name is Applebloom. I'm Appleja-"
"Nope. That's stupid. You're parents are stupid for naming you that."
"Wait- Wha-"
"Your new name is Big Boss."
"Huh?"
"What, don't you like the name?"
"Well, I mean-"
"Your new name is Big Boss and that's that. Now run home and tell your parents that I've fixed your problem for you."
"B-but, Anon, my parents are dead."
"Well good. I fixed it for you since nobody else could."
"Wha-"
"I mean, no WONDER nobody fixed your name until now. Everyone was like 'OH SHIT! Dead Parents', and everyone would have made fun of you behind your back."
"Ponies don't make fun of me behind mah back."
"Are you sure, Big Boss?"
"Uhm... well, maybe?"
"Well, now they sure as hell won't. Who would want to fuck with someone called Big Boss?"
"Uhm..."
"Nobody, that's who. I bet you've killed fifty men."
"What?!"
"Oh yeah. Look at that hardened war face."
"A-ah didn't kill nopony."
"Oooh. I see. Playing the dark secret angle, huh Big Boss. Alright. I get it. My lips are sealed."
"B-but."
"Shhh... it's okay. I'll stay Quiet."
"..."
"So, I've done you a massive service."
"What?"
"I've saved you from the dorky name given to you by your dead parents."
"I think it's harder to change a name than-"
"Nope, your Big Boss now."
"But..."
"What's your name?"
"But..."
"Say it."
"Anon-"
"SAAAAAY IT."
"... Big Boss."
"Good girl. Now run along and don't murder half the town. Or do it anyway. The good news is you can't re-kill your parents. Hell, you might get revenge. Or Vengence. or REVENGEance."
"U-uhm. Okay. Bye Anon. And... uhm. Thanks? I guess?"
You tap your foot on the carpeted floor. Every magazine has been skimmed. The channel just keep playing toothpaste videos and cartoons about flossing. The mare behind the counter just keeps scribbling on random forms as you stare at the ceiling, trying to count the number of holes in the ceiling tile directly above you. What the hell?! Why the fuck is this taking so long?!
Fuck the dentist. Seriously. This is-
"Anonymous?" a blue pony with dark blue and white air asks.
You must not have noticed her walk through the door. It's fine, you lost count at about 54 anyway.
"That's me," you answer.
"Come on in, we can get you started," she says happily.
You follow Dr. Colgate through her office and scan around for signs of other appointments. Yet, every other chair is empty.
"Busy day?" you ask, trying to hide your spite.
"Oh! Really busy. We had three appointments before you. Three! I could barely keep up with all the business."
"I bet," you huff, the spite leaking through.
She guides you to a chair and you sit down, just wanting to get this shit over with. The dentist was the fucking worst. Something about the metal scraping your teeth made you feel violated. Perhaps it's a strong word, but you could say you felt-
"Alright, let's just put your bib on," Colgate wrapping the freezing cold metal chain around your neck. "Now say 'Aah.'"
She flips on a bright light that shines into your mouth as you open your mouth widely. Colgate gasps.
"Anon! Your teeth are so sharp!"
"Well-
"I can take care of that right away!"
She pulls out a needle and immediately injects it into your jaw.
"Waiii-"
But the force was too strong and too sudden and damn those drugs... Feel... Nice...
"Anon... time to wake up, Anon."
You slowly open your eyes.
"All done! And I took care of the payment, so you can go home."
Your tongue runs over your front teeth, and they are now squared off and flat. And your pants lie in the corner, unloved.
You make your way towards school, head down and watching the dirt move by slowly past you. They will be there again. Just like every other morning. You sigh to yourself, remembering what your Mom and Dad told you about bullies. Dad told you to stick up for yourself. That you have no reason to be scared or afraid. But they hit so hard...
Your Mom told you to just give them what they want for now and they would go talk to their parents. A scared lip trembles as you approach the Ponyville schoolhouse.
"Where do you think YOU are going Ivy?" says a colt, cutting you off from your sanctuary.
You freeze in place and close your eyes, holding your schoolbooks tightly in your hands.
"Yeah!" says a second colt, tailing the first.
"N-Nowhere..." you choke out.
"Darn right nowhere, ya freak!" says the second colt.
They said it again. Tears begin to well in your eyes. Mommy said that you were special. That you were her miracle. Even then, it still made daggers go through your throat to hear them say it. You take your hand and reach into your books for the extra homework you filled out for them.
"H-here... I-isn't this, w-what you want?" you stutter out.
The first colt walks up to you, eying the papers.
"Hmmm."
He raises his hoof high in the air and brings it towards your face. You flinch instinctively, dropping your books and falling into the mud, ruining your favorite T-shirt. The tears break free of their home, as the two colts take their copies, as well as yours.
"Thanks... freak. Same time tomorrow!"
Right now, you may be covered in mud, but you are swimming in shame. If only you could die, right now, and not have to walk into that school house. Teacher will be so mad. hat if she makes you take off your dirty shirt! You cry even harder at the thought of exposing your chest to your classmates. When will it end?
It was a partially cloudy day in Equestria. The sun shined brightly in your eyes as you did your morning trot. Gotta keep it up. Gotta keep the pace. A nice long trot was just your little way of staying in shape and killing time every day. Sometimes, you even went out in the rain. The feel of the water on your skin was so invigorating and made you feel happy to be alive.
As you look to the sky, you see that one of the clouds overhead seems to be turning darker. Stopping, you raise your head to the sky. You prepare yourself for the feeling of the cool crisp liquid to land on your hot and sweaty exterior. The drip comes, but it's warm. Bringing your hoof to the drip, it's red and sticky.
That's when you hear it. Not the sound of thunder. If it were thunder, you would head home out of impluse. You heard the screams. The darkness above you were shadows of ponies falling from the sky. Nearly as if every pegasus forgot how to fly at once.
"Help me!"
"I don't wanna die!"
"Mommy! Where are you!?!"
You stand frozen to the spot as the bodies fly to the ground. One reaches it's final destination with a sickening crunch.Another follows after it, letting out a painful shriek. Jumping to the side, you narrowly avoid one from falling on top of you. Your eyes connect and all you see is pain.
Run. Another crunch. Run!
"Hold tight to me son. Daddy loves you."
RUN!
At full speed you run away from the bloodshed. You look back, but you never should have looked back.Just like how you never should have stopped to look up. The grass was covered in red-stained technicolor corpses. Some of which still moved, but most remained motionless. ometimes you still wake up at night, hearing the screaming of all the ponies that fell from the sky. You still remember the screams of the fallen angels.
You wake up in the middle of the night. The screams again. How could this just happen out of the blue?You watched the newspapers for days, but there wasn't any information on thousands of pegasi just falling to their demise. There had to be some explanation. Something that was being covered up. You look to your alarm clock. 3 AM.
At least you got more sleep tonight than the last few days. Getting out of bed, you begin to devise your plan.There has to be someone, somewhere up in Cloudsdale that knows what happened. Every one of those pegasi had names and families. There has to be somepony who will talk. Somepony that will set your troubled mind at ease. Renting a balloon to Cloudsdale wouldn't be cheap, but you will use your savings to do it. It's a small price to pay to sleep again and to ease your troubled mind You get out a saddle bag for your trip.
"Better get packed."
Once the sun is up you are already on your way to the hot-air balloon stand.
"One to Cloudsdale please. Round trip."
"That's awful expensive sir... are y-"
You toss a bag of bits onto the counter.
"Thank you for flying with us today. Right this way."
Being up in the sky is a new relaxing feeling to you as an earth pony. Cloudsdale floats off in the distance, just out of reach. They made arrangements for you to be able to walk on the clouds while you stay in Cloudsdale, as well as showed you to where a decent hotel is using a map. Examining the map, you mark a few places that you may want to check out. The police station and the Cloudsdale hospital were definite targets, but you had trouble thinking of other places to check out. It was just so hard to think... when you feel so... tired.
Your eyes shoot open and feel the wind rush past your mane. Thrashing violently against the planet's natural pull, you try desperately to free yourself from it's clutches. The ground approaches nearer and nearer.
You wake up.
"Welcome to Cloudsdale!"
"Here you go sir."
The pilot of the balloon hands you a small bottle of pills.
"If you take one of these every morning, you should be able to walk on the clouds. Be careful. They are addictive if you take too many."
"Thanks. I'll be careful."
Taking one pill out from the bottle, you take one before you step onto the clouds. As you press down, you feel the cloud slowly give away under you. You panic and put all of your weight onto that hoof.The clouds hold firm, and welcome your hoof like a soft mattress.
"Huh. Alright."
Pulling out your map, you trace your path to the hospital. If all of the pegasi were in the hospital, it would set your troubled mind at ease. You are hardily noticed by the other happy, busy pegasi that are going about their business as usual. As if nothing had ever happened. As if thousands of them just hadn't simultaneously fell from the sky less than a week ago.
Then again, they didn't see their faces. They didn't hear their screams. You nearly walk by the Cloudsdale Hospital from being deep in thought. Stepping through the double doors, you are immediately welcomed by a nurse pony.
"Good Morning! Can I help you find a room?"
The aquamarine pegasus wears the wide smile of someone who loves their job.
"No thanks... I think I know where I'm going."
Her enthusiasm unfaltering, she nods to you.
"Okay! Well if you need any help, don't be shy."
You head over to the critical recovery section. On that day, it seems like most of the ponies died. If they didn't die, they had to be in critical condition. You push through another set of doors and peek into the rooms. Cancer. Surgery recovery. Another surgery. Weird. Anypony from that day would need to be in a full body cast at least.
"Excuse me sir, can I help you find somepony?"
A doctor steps out of a room with a small clipboard.
"Uh... yeah. I had a friend come in from a few days ago. He was in the big accident."
The doctor looks at you curiously.
"Big... accident?"
"Yeah. I think it mighta been him and a bunch of friends. I don't know. I heard it was really serious though."
He makes his way around his desk.
"I'm afraid we must not of had any patients from a serious accident. The hospital has been slow the last few days."
That's no help at all. No entries to the only hospital in Cloudsdale.
"What was his name? We do carry records on almost every pegasus in Equestria here. Maybe I can find out where he was placed?"
Oh no! You can't possibly make up a name.
"No... that's fine. I'm sure everything will be alright. I was just worried. Thats all! Thanks anyway."
Slowly you make your way out of the hospital as the doctor picks up his desk phone. He eyes you closely all the way out of the building.
"Hello? Yes. I think I have someone who knows."
Well that was fruitless. Next stop is the police station. They would have to know if a major accident occurred. Any sign of it existing was all you needed at this point. To prove to yourself that you weren't going crazy. You check your map again. The police station should only be a few blocks away.
As you walk through Cloudsdale you can't help but marvel at the architecture. How pegasi managed to put buildings on clouds simply blows your mind. As you round a turn, you can't help but feel like you are being watched. Behind you, you see a pegasus in a hoodie with the hood up, following you. Another one watches you from accross the street.
Oh shit. This can't be good.
You quicken your pace to a trot and so does your follower. The stallion from across the street begins to follow you as well. You can't be serious.
The ground under your feet feels like it's shaking. Or maybe it's just you. That's it! You break into a full speed gallop towards the police station.
"Hey!"
The stallions chase after you with all their might. Ducking through the alley, you try to improvise a shortcut to the police station. One follows you while one tries to head you off. Their mistake is underestimating the speed of an earth pony on hoof. Putting every bit of energy you have into your hooves, you sprint out of the alley. The police station is right there in front of you.
"Stop!"
You keep running, terrified for your life. Just a few feet from the doors now. Jump up the stairs two at a time. Rip open the front door.
"We just want to hel-"
You slam the door behind you.
"Officer! There are these men chasing me."
One of the pegasus in uniform by the window watches closely.
"It's true sarge. I see em outside."
Quickly you try to catch your breath. You need to get back running again. Another uniformed cop approaches you.
"Alright son, come with me."
He leads you into a white room with solid walls, but the ground is made of clouds.
"Just stay here for a little while. Now then. Any idea why they were chasing you?"
Still gasping for breath, you try to compose yourself.
"No... No idea."
The officer rubs his beard for a moment.
"Well that's strange. We will give them a talk and let you go when they leave. Where you staying traveler?"
"I'm not sure. Probably some hotel."
"Alrighty."
He slowly makes his way out the door.
"Oh! Sir?"
The policepony turns to you one more time.
"Did... uh. Did any pegasus go missing in the last few days? I had a bunch of my friends go missing. I came to town to try and find them."
"Hmmm. When was the last time you saw them?"
"Uh... somewhere outside Ponyville."
His eyes go wide and he pulls out his gun on you.
"Woah! Woah! I'm unarmed."
"Nopony can know. It's the princess's orders son."
"The princess!?!"
"Give me your pills."
"How long are you going to keep me here?"
He cocks his gun.
"OKAY! OKAY!"
You toss your bag over to him. and he throws it out of the room.
"I'm sorry."
He closes the door and you hear a click from behind it. No. He didn't.
You gallop to the door and try to rip it open. It's locked. You push on it as hard as you can. It won't budge. Anger fills your veins. You weren't crazy. You were onto something. In a fit of rage you buck at the door. Still, it won't relent.
You collapse to the cloud floor in a sobbing mess. This is it. This is how your life ends. Waiting for the effects of the drug to wear off so you can fall from the sky to your doom. Maybe it would be all be over sooner if you went to sleep. You were so tired.
Maybe now... knowing that you weren't crazy, you could rest. Closing your eyes, you see the faces of the young children that were falling to their demise. Their parents holding them tightly, telling them that it will all be over soon. That's all you have to tell yourself.
It will all be over soon. It's all just a dream. A falling dream.
It's a cold, windy day as you carry your groceries back to your apartment. This is why you need a fucking car. Trying to take some shortcuts, you cut through an alley in order to get back before it starts to rain. You are Anonymous and today is the day that your lifelong monotony changes. A burning feeling begins to well up in your shins, but you are too close to slow down now. Maybe you can consider this working out for today. Just as you exit the alley, a massive BANG from behind you makes you drop to the ground.
A feminine scream rips through the air around you and the sound of trashcans falling over fills you with dread. No... no way. A few trashcans begin rolling towards the exit of the makeshift street. Did someone just get shot? You drop your bags and try to sneak into the alley. People always tell you that you shouldn't be the hero, but you can't help it.
If someone is hurt, then you have to help them. It's just in your nature.
"Are you alright in there?"
The only answer is the rush of wind through he narrow alleyway. You edge closer to where you thought the scream came from.
"My name is Anon... I want to help."
One of the trashcans stops rolling in front of you. Thats when you begin to see them. Scorch marks all over the concrete and the brick walls. In the middle of them sat... a weird purple creature. It almost looks like a tiny horse. You tip-toe your way towards it, but it doesn't even flinch. It's eyes are shut and seems to be out cold.
Looking up and down the alleyway, you ponder taking care of this weird creature. Who else would do it? Probably nobody. You weren't really one for friends either. Picking up the unconscious creature, her hair moves away from her forehead, revealing a small horn. No way. This is a unicorn?
That doesn't make sense. They aren't real.
You wrap the tiny unicorn up in your coat and grab your bags. How will you take care of this thing? You barely have enough to take care of yourself. Fumbling with the keys to your apartment building, you head inside and towards your home. Maybe you shouldn't get too hasty. Things will work out. They always do.
That's what your therapist told you.
Pushing open the door to your home, you set the bags on the counter and take the purple unicorn to Rebecca's bedroom. No. The guest bedroom. That's it's name now after the accident. They told you not to try not to think about her anymore. You set her down on the bed and look around at the room that you rarely touched. A small amount of dust is beginning to form on everything. You should probably take care of that.\
Putting your fingers to the unicorn's throat, you feel a weak pulse. She doesn't look to be hurt, but she is probably weak. You head to the kitchen and get a bowl of water and a package of oatmeal from a cupboard. After putting the oatmeal in a separate bowl, you move back to the room and put them on the ground. For now, she might just need rest. You will check on her in a little bit. Time to put some groceries away.
You sit on your couch, reading a book. Was this the 20th time? Who knows? It's a good book. Who needs the Internet? Not you! Plus it's too expensive. Your thoughts continue to drift to the unicorn in the other room. Check the clock for the fifth time since you got home. It's only been a half hour.
Maybe you should check on her. Setting down the book, you head down towards the hall and open the door to the guest bedroom. For a split second, you swear you see your little girl again. ou blink and she is gone. Replaced with a purple unicorn who is gently beginning to wake up.
"Ugh... my head."
It can talk? Did it seriously just talk? She sits up and pushes your coat off of her.
"W-where am I?"
She scans the pink room and affixes her gaze on you. Her eyes are filled with confusion and terror.
"Who are you? What are you?"
This can't be happening.
"Uh. I'm Anon and I'm a human. This is my apartment. What... are you?"
"My name is Twilight... Twilight Sparkle. I'm a unicorn. Are you saying there aren't unicorns here?"
"No. Not really. Not quite you."
She stretches out her tiny form and climbs off the bed.
"So... does that mean you haven't heard of Equestria?"
"No... I can't say I have."
She sits down and thinks carefully.
"My teleportation spell must have went haywire then. I'm on a completely different world."
She looks back up to you.
"Well then. Sorry about the inconvenience. I'll just try to head back now. Nice meeting you Anon."
Her horn begins to glow with some form of purple light. Is she really leaving? You were just getting to know each other. Surely she can't go yet! She closes her eyes and her horn glows stronger, but the light dies out. Opening her eyes, she looks around the room again and back to you.
"It seems that my magic is weak here... Maybe I need to get the herbs necessary to amplify my magic and get home."
A part of you feels happy that she can't leave yet.
"I'm sorry Anon... maybe with your help I can find somewhere to stay and get some bits and-"
"You can stay here Twilight. It's fine. We will get you what you need."
She smiles.
"You don't have to do that. I'm sure that if I got out there that I can fend for myself."
"I don't think that you wanna do that. People out there are pretty..."
Flashes of the civil rights movement fill your head. You remember the countless wars and atrocities that are shown on the news. The way the nobody would help you when Rebecca was hit by a car, and you tried to get help.
"Cold."
"Surely it can't be that bad?"
"Well. Let's take it slow. How about we make a list of what you need, and we will try and get it for you?"
"Okay Anon. Thank you so much."
You quietly leave Rebecca's room and leave Twilight alone for a moment. Sometimes... even the way she talked... No Anon. Keep a grip on yourself. She is a technicolor talking horse. Erm. Pony.
You head into your kitchen and get her a pencil and paper. Nobody could replace Rebbecca. A pony couldn't replace your little girl. She wants you to find these magical herbs for her that should boost her magic power. How would you know how magic works? Before you head back in, you think about what it will be like after Twilight leaves.
Alone.
Desolate.
Back to square one.
It would be nice to have someone around for the quiet days. Plus... she was just like her.
"Hey, uh... I got that stuff for you." You say walking back into her room.
"Thank you. Let's see... these should be the names of them."
She takes the pencil and writes out a small list of ingredients. You carefully look over the list and surprisingly see some things you recognize. Some of the herbs were really rare and extremely expensive though. Looking over the list carefully, you look back up at Twilight.
"Well? It shouldn't be too hard. I mean. Most of these were pretty common in my world."
"Twilight. I don't know how to say this... but I've never heard of any of these."
"What!" she exclaims, worry spreading across her face.
"Yeah. I mean. I could go ask around... but I don't even know if some of these exist. I mean... this.. uh... how do you pronounce this?"
You point to one of the items on the list.
"Aloe leaves?"
"Really? Huh. That's pronounced weird. Anyway. I've never even heard of that."
"Then... what am I going to do Anon?"
She looks up at you in fear and sadness.
"If I can't go back, my friends, Spike... Equestria. What are they going to do?"
"I don't know Twilight. We will just have to do our best."
You look outside and see the day slowly fading away into night.
"For now, why don't you get some rest. It's getting dark now and we will be no good if we are tired."
"I suppose you are right."
"Can I get you anything to help you sleep?"
She looks up at you, then looks away.
"N-no. I think I'm fine. Thank you."
"Alright. Well just let me know if you need anything."
You leave the room quietly and lock your apartment door. After cleaning up a few dirty dishes and straightening up the place a bit, you shut off the lights and head to your bedroom. Grabbing a few extra blankets, you prepare to bundle up for tonight. You don't have a working heater in the apartment, but you don't have the money to get it fixed and having it off saves money. Shutting off the lights, you lay in bed and close your eyes.
"Daddy?"
"Yeah Becca?"
"I had a bad dream... can I sleep with you tonight?"
"Of course hon."
You wake up with tears in your eyes. Again.
The dream was back. She felt so real, wrapped up in your arms. Gently breathing into your chest. Hair that smelled of fresh cut flowers. Wait a minute.
You open your eyes and stare into the face of s sleeping purple unicorn.
Well. That explains things a bit.
Slowly getting out of bed as not to wake her, you head into the dining room to make breakfast. You start a pot of coffee and get some more oatmeal in a bowl for Twilight. At least you had plenty of that. Twilight must have had a nightmare last night and wanted someone to comfort her. So she crawled in to bed with you.
Just like how she used to.
Your dream just did the rest of the work. You've got work in an hour... so there isn't really much you can do for her this morning. Peeking in, you see her quietly sleep on the bed. She's been through a lot. You probably shouldn't wake her. Heading back out to the kitchen, you grab all of your things and put on your uniform for your dead-end job. Filling a travel mug full of coffee, you head out the door. Another long and unfulfilling day of work passes you by.
Another day of minimum, unappreciated wages. The dark clouds overhead provide a cool atmosphere for your walk home. The entire day you can't help but think what Twilight might be doing. Is she reading your books?
Did she go back to sleep? Is she even still here? You decided it's probably best not to think about that question. As you round the corner to your street, your heart stops. There she is. Standing in the street. Looking at a map.
"JESUS CHRIST. GET INSIDE!"
Twilight jumps and looks around, confused and scared. You sprint towards her. Another car comes from the other direction. Her eyes fill with terror as she looks to you and to the car. Twilight's horn becomes illuminated with purple light and her whole body glows white.
Then, she disappears.
The car swerves. You can't stop running. The last thing you see is the whites of the driver's eyes.
The police claimed that the victim was a young male that was fed up with his life after the death of his daughter. Sometimes in the heat of danger, unicorns are able to muster up supernatural magic that can surpass that of an alicorn princess, much like how a mother can move cars to save their child. After returning to Equestria Twilight will never forgot her strange day with the strange creature Anon. Anon would forever be grateful that for one day, he had his Rebecca back.
Tonight was the night. You had to pull many strings in order to get this to work, but Princess Luna ultimately agreed to help. Laying in bed, you wonder how you got your life to this very moment.
It all started with speed dating, when you thought you met the special somepony of your dreams. She was beautiful, if not a little boring, but the two of you fit perfectly in hoof and hand. Months passed, but eventually something seemed to be troubling your marefriend. After a near perfect evening, she stared at the floor and changed your life.
"Anon... I need to come clean about something."
"What's up? You can tell me anything darling..."
You held her in your arms, as she looked up to you.
"Promise that you won't be mad, or scream."
You gave her the warmest smile you could muster, directly from your heart.
"Nothing that you could say could change my love for you."
She looked to the floor, with worry written across her face. Slowly, green fire began to appear on her body as she slowly transformed into a black buglike pony. You watched in awe, as she refused to look at you.
"My name... is Chrysalis... I'm the queen of the Changeling Empire. I came to Equestria to try and find food for my subjects, but I found so much more..."
She looked up to you, directly into your eyes.
"I really love you Anon... but I can't stay here... I want to, but I can't. I'm so sorry I'm just now showing you who I really am, but I promise that deep down I'm the same mare that you love."
When she looked into your eyes, you wondered whether you could forgive her for lying to you. But, you already knew the answer when she looked into your eyes and you saw the same pony you grew to love.
Now, months after that day, you couldn't be in the Changeling Empire and she couldn't be here due to Celestia's Laws. However, tonight, Luna was going to connect you two via dreams. She said she would do it this evening and then discuss with her sister the possibility of future arrangements on holidays and special events You pop two sleeping pills and close your eyes.
You are in your room, and there are candles lit everywhere. Scanning the room, you see that you are not alone under the covers, as the changeling of your dreams smiles at you. The two of you wrap your arms around each other and hold each other close.
"It's been too long, Chrissy."
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that."
As the two of you spoon in your bed, you catch up on everything that happened while the two of you were apart. You plant kisses on the back of her neck that make her giggle, and she holds your hands in her hooves. You run your hands through her hair as you whisper sweet nothings into her ear.
"I'm thinking we should celebrate."
"Oh? Why's that?" You say in a soothing tone.
She turns to you with excitement in her eyes.
"I found a way to let you stay with me in my Empire."
She smiles and giggles.
"You can be my king."
The warmth in your chest bubbles over, and liquid pride forms in your eyes.
"Thats... amazing news."
You look into her eyes as visions of growing old together flash before your eyes.
"Yes! We should celebrate.... this is unbelievable."
"I have just the idea..."
A small flash of white light erupts from under the bed. Chrissy is covered in lacy lingerie, and is wearing her bedroom eyes.
"This IS a dream...
She slowly moves herself on top of you, and presses her lips to your ear.
"Which means we can do anything we want."
You caress her face with your hand, and you put on a sultry voice.
"I like the way you think babe."
Your lips lock and your tongues begin to perform a forbidden dance. She presses a hoof to your chest, and your shirt disappears. You move some of her hair behind her ear so you can get a better look at her beautiful face. Suddenly an invisible punch to the face causes you to lose your breath.
"Are you okay sweetie?" She says looking down to you concerned.
"Yeah... I'm fine... lets just-"
Another deep blow causes you to cry out in pain. And another, and another. Their pattern becomes rhythmic and predictable. Chrysalis looks to you worried, wondering if it was something she did. Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang. The room goes dark.
"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" screams the alarm alarm clock.
The light of day fills your eyes as you wake up in your own bed. Turning to the side, your heart falls when your love was not there. Grabbing the alarm clock, you chuck it at the wall in pure rage, causing it to shatter around the room. You lay in bed, looking at the space where she was with you, as disappointment fills your soul.
The dream was so real, so convincing. With a heavy sigh, you get out of bed and decide to begin your day. But, one thing keeps pushing you forward today. The promise of a day when what you dreamed would become a daily reality.
Your mind snaps to attention as you break from your reverie.
"Y-yeah?"
"Did you get that?"
"Uhm. No, sorry. My writing was too slow."
"Well, I'll start over then..." she says without a care in the world.
Cadance clears her throat as the royal tailor continues to stretch and pin the white and pink striped socks. The princess begins to ramble on with some sort of message that you try to scribble down on paper to Princess Twilight. However, every time you look up, your attention is completely diverted away from the task at hand and focuses onto the way those soft, gentle socks accent her soft, pink fur. Catching yourself from drooling, you cant help but notice how the simple piece of fabric accents her slender yet curved frame in all of the right places. You shake your head and try to speak up.
"Can you go back to the part about the festival?"
"Gladly," she says with a smile.
Placing your quill back on the paper, you look back to your task at hand, but your gaze naturally goes upward. er plot seemed to sway with her tail just barely hiding the pure and honest goods that left your mind hazy and wanting. Wanting.
That was the perfect word.
There was nothing you wanted more than to trace those socks right from the very tip all the way up to her hindquarters and-
"Did you get that?" she asks politely.
"Uhm..." you reply meekly.
Cadance looks down to her tailor and smiles.
"Could you leave us alone for a minute?" she asks the young tailor mare.
The little pony nods and makes her way out of the room, leaving you alone with the sock wearing goddess. Once the door closes, she walks up to inspect herself in the mirror.
"What do you think?" she asks.
"O-of the socks?"
"Of course... you've been staring at me for the last fourty-five minutes."
You remain silent as she turns to you with a smile.
"I don't mind... but I do want you to know something..."
You gulp as she steps closer to you.
"I like a stallion that takes what he wants..."
What Would Fluttershy Do When A Nuke Goes Off (Teen)
When the bomb goes off, she fell flat on the floor, making a light sheep noise. Her eyes move to the window and sees the wall of fire approaching her home.
Then, she realizes this is it. These are her final moments.
"O-oh no..." she whimpers. "No, no no... why today?"
She curls into a ball, tears running from her eyes.
"I still have so much to do... I-I haven't even... I'll never have..."
She blinks out the tears of a unrealzied dream, a dream family, that flees from her graps as droplets on her cheeks.
Then, she feels light tug on her hair, and takes her attention away from the thoughts in her head. A terrified angel bunny and three baby squirrels look up at her for help.
She open her hooves up to them. The fire comes closer and the screams from ponyville becomes louder. They cuddle into her hooves as the room begins to become unbearably hot.
“Shhhh.. quiet my little ones.”
Angel cuddles himself into Fluttershy’s neck like he did when he was a baby. The straw roof is set aflame.
Another day of being alone. The simple Ponyville mail carrier. You did your best to get out and make friends and talk to mares… but they just don’t seem to like you. Even trying to like the things they liked didn’t work.
Mares always found you boring. They made sure you knew it too. Since then, you reserved yourself that some people in this world just don’t fit in. No. Some ponies just don't deserve to be with somepony. No. Some ponies just don’t belong here.
On Equestria.
Your boss hands you an extra parcel at the end of the shift. You don’t mind the extra overtime. All the other ponies have lives. They have families. You aren’t anything special. It’s just your birthday.
Where’s this one to? Sweet Apple Acres. Alright.
You head to the barn of sweet apple acres with the parcel in your bag, head down. Quietly you sing to yourself.
"Happy birthday to me…"
The familiar song they sang at the orphanage before everypony got a slice of cake. You could never afford one though. Not on what you make. Approaching the bright read barn doors, you knock lightly and enter the dark barn. The lights all flip on. And at least thirty ponies jump out
”SURPRISE!”
Shock overwhelms you. A rare smile curves on your lips and tears come to your eyes.
"H-how did you know it was my birthday?"
The ponies groan.
”You aren’t applejack…”
A purple unicorn pushes you out of the barn, rips the letter from your hand and slams the barn door in your face. Somewhere inside of you breaks.
Your throat seals closed and the tears fall freely. Of course. Silly you. Getting your hopes up. You should know better by now. Turning tail to leave, you hear the door creak open, and a pink pony steps outside.
”Happy birthday! Here’s a piece of cake! Are you having a party?”
You examine the pink mare. Pinkie Pie, you think her name is.
"Uhh.. no. Just going home."
Her jaw drops. Literally, it hit he ground. What? How?
”That’s horrible! Give me one hour and I’ll be there! You have to have a party on your birthday!”
She smiles to you and it’s infectious.
"O-okay. See you then."
She nods, then heads back in the barn. You look down at the cake, and feel butterflies in your stomach. No. Balloons. You trot home. Excited for your new guest.
Fluttershy Gets Shot Down on Hearts and Hooves Day (Everyone) [Dialogue]
”H-hi Anon. S-sorry to bother you..” the little pink pegasus says, looking at the ground shyly. ”I’ve been really, really nervous to ask you… But I made this special lunch… A-and I was wondering i-if you would want to go on a p-picnic with me… “
”Already busy with Rainbow… Oh… W-what about tonight? I don’t have-“
"Oh… Pinkie asked first. “
"She’s is a lucky pony… I’m sure it will be great.”
”You need to prepare. R-right…”
”N-no it’s fine… I have my animal friends. “
”B-bye Anon..." she says, turning away. "I suppose there is always next year… “
"So then, I was sitting with Twilight just sipping tea when I realized she had a piece of spinach in her teeth."
"Uh huh," you answer absentmindedly.
"I cringed so hard that it was UNREAL, darling. I simply didn't know how to address the subject. Who knows how long that piece of filth could have been there?!" Rarity continues, holding her tea in the air with her light-blue magic.
"Right. Facinating," you reply.
Girl talk was probably the most miserable thing to ever endure in Equestria. You never really got along well with other women on Earth. That's not to say you couldn't tolerate them and interact with them... But fuck were they boring. Always bent on the most boring shit and talking about stuff you couldn't care less about.
"Except that didn't actually happen and Twilight is you. You have a piece of spinach in your teeth, darling."
"Super. That's awesome. Good for her."
So now, here you are, enduring another one of Rarity's boring ass rants. When will she learn that-
"Uhm. Femanon, were you listening?" Rarity asks.
"OH! Uh. Yeah. Boys and stuff. I totally would bang him. Super cute," you reply nervously.
Rarity stares at you in frustration.
"You have a piece of spinach in your teeth," she repeats, closing her eyes and bringing her tea to her lips.
"Oh. Uh. Thanks," you answer, removing the filth from your mouth.
"I swear. If I'm not direct with you, then you never listen, Femanon," the unicorn scoffs.
"Well, maybe you should make your stories more interesting." you reply with a truck-load of sarcasm.
Rarity shakes her head and grabs today's newspaper.
"So, any developments on the stallion front?" Rarity asks.
With a groan, you place a hand on your face.
"Of course not. This town has, like, nine. Two are gay, one is a mute and the other is married," you reply. "It's the same as every other week."
"Well just give it time, something will develop," Rarity answers, looking over her news paper. "That Time Turner still isn't giving you grief, is he?"
A shiver runs up your spine and you remain quiet. Fucking Time Turner. Scumbag.
"That bad, huh?" Rarity asks, setting down her paper and her voice full of concern.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"That's fine, dear. Nobody's forcing you," she replies.
"Hey, uh. I should probably get home. I need to finish washing my clothes," you add, standing up and throwing some money on the cafe's table for your salad.
"Alright, darling. Same time next week?" Rarity asks.
"Sure."
"See you then."
Turning away from the fashonista, you make your way towards your home on the other side of town. While life wasn't unbearable in Equestria, you couldn't possibly have asked for anything worse.
'I hate girly girls. Let's go to a colorful land of horses that are mostly girly girls.'
Fucking sweet. Rainbow Dash and Applejack were cool. Twilight was nice to be around when her head wasn't in a book. However, getting time with them was hard since they work so hard. Which left you with fewer options. Pinkie was way too hyper and Fluttershy hardily ever talked. Plus her house smelled weird Which just left Rarity.
It almost felt like you hung out with her sometimes simply since there was nobody else to really go to. You could probably be just as happy sitting at home with a book, but you hate feeling lonely. With a sigh, the town begins to dissipate as you head to your quiet home. The sun slowly begins to set over the trees of the Everfree forest and the world begins to fade into shades of bright crimson.
As you approach your home, you hear the distinct sound of a twig snapping behind you. Your blood runs cold as you turn in place to inspect the noise. The road behind you is just as empty as when you passed it. You can feel your heart beat faster as you turn back towards your home. Your ears listen even harder to the environment, for any sign of someone following you.
You hear a scuffling behind you and you quicken your pace to your home. Reaching into your pocket for a key, you place it in the lock and turn it as fast as you could. Pushing yourself into your home, you try to slam the door, but it refuses to close all the way. The door bursts open, slamming into the side of your head.
Stars fill your eyes as you fall to the floor and a brown horse with a darker brown mane makes his way into your home.
"It's not polite to close the door on a guest," Time Turner growls.
His horn lights up and it's aura covers your mouth as you try to scream. He gently kicks the door closed as you try to scramble away, but he's on top of you in an instant.
"Do you know how long I've watched you? Cared for you? Loved you?" he asks gently as he holds you down against your will.
Your arms and legs are enveloped in his aura as you can feel your shirt begin to rise over your midrift.
"And you have the nerve to refuse me?" he asks with acid in his voice. "Well, I'm going to teach you a lesson that you-"
The door to your home bursts open. In a flash, a white force takes down your attacker and sets you free of his grasp. Leaping up, you grab your nearest lamp and turn to Rarity, who's holding down Turner and hits him as hard as she can, a fury burning in his eyes. Running over to them, you bring the lamp down on Time, knocking him out cold. Rarity stops, breathing heavily as she looks up to you.
"Darling..."
Looking down at your hands, you watch them tremble. Your knees grow week and you gently ease yourself to the floor.
"Darling, it's okay," Rarity says as she scoots over to you and holds you in her arms.
Tears form in your eyes and your breathing becomes more labored.
"I was in my house..."
"I know dear... I know."
"He just... just..."
"It's okay, dear. We'll call the police and he'll be locked up for a long time."
You break into tears as Rarity holds you close to her.
"I'm not going anywhere. We need to stick up for each other."
"I-i just don't know what to do Rainbow... I-i just keep trying to oppress him, B-but nothing works..."
"Pth." Rainbow scoffs. "You just need to learn from a pro Fluttershy. Here. Let your good pal Rainbow Dash show you how it's done."
Rainbow scans the ground, from the cloud the two of you sit on.
"There he is! Lemme show you how it's done, " She announces confidently.
The blue pegasus zooms from the cloud to the ground beside Anon.
"Hey there hot stuff. What cha up to?"
Anon looks around him and furrows his brow.
"Walking."
Oh my goodness... Rainbow is soo good at this. You lean over the cloud and watch closer.
"So, I was gunna make this amazing dinner tonight, " Rainbow begins to explain. "Then I realized I was fresh out of hot monkey dick. You should come over tonight so I can feast on your cock."
~ ~ ~
"Anon has one heck of an uppercut," Rainbow says, rubbing her bruised chin.
"You flew all the way up to the clouds..."
"It was just an unlucky break... I could get him if I really tried."
"O-of course, Rainbow... I'll just go talk to Pinkie now. O-okay? okay."
~ ~ ~
"I-i don't know Pinkie... First Rarity... Then Rainbow..." Fluttershy says to her pink friend.
"Oh Fluttershy, you silly filly, why do you want to oppress Anon?"
"B-because... Well... um..."
"If you really like him, you should tell him how you feel, " Pinkie smiles." Go try it. Then if it doesn't work, your Auntie Pinkie Pie is here to make everything better."
"I-i'm a year O-older than-"
Pinkie suddenly pulls out an Aperture Science portal device, and shoots a blue portal on the floor underneath you.
"Eeeep! " You scream as you fall into the streets of Ponyville.
"Oh, hey Flutter. Whats up? "
Your bones tense up and words become hard to say.
"Uhm. I t-t-think I'd l-like you-" you choke out.
"Aww. I like you too. Flutter. Let's grab coffee later. But I gotta get to work... See ya!"
As Anon walks off, you bite your bottom lip as he moves away.
"to rut me like a whorse," you complete your sentence once he's out of earshot.
You are Anon, and you are walking into Sugarcube Corner. Looking around, you ensure that she isn't here. Doesn't look like it. Thank, Celestia.
You walk up to the counter and look around. Mrs. Cake approaches the register with a warm smile.
"Hiya Anon! What will you have?"
"I suppose I'll take a Lemon Surprise," you ask.
"Sounds good, let me just-"
A cry from one of the twins can be heard from upstairs.
"Oh Pumpkin! She's been under the weather lately. Pinkie! Can you help Anon?"
"Sure thing Mrs. C!"
You tense up and panic internally. Keep calm, Anon. Everything will be fine.
Then that majestic piece of pink heaven emerges gracefully from the kitchen, her hips swaying carefully, her mane tossed and as curly as ever. Sweat and flour adorns her face, creating a layer of makeup that only a baker could pull off with finesse.
Her half lidded eyes stare directly into yours, as a smile grows on her face with each approaching step.
"One Lemon Surprise comin right up!~"
Your body feels numb as you take a deep gulp. Calm down, Anon.
She gathers the bakery, bending over to carefully grab the plate from the display case. Her tail shifts to the side, giving you a full view of where the party is at. The delicate pink flower. Her ass too.
She approaches you, placing the muffin in front of you. You've done your best to hold yourself till now. But, that's when it all changed, her gaze returned to yours. You heart stood still, so did time and space.
At that moment, you never thought that you could feel real again. But the look in her eyes said, "I need a friend." She turned to you, that's when she said it. Looked you dead in the face asked, "Cash or Credit?"
The rain covers this foreign land in sheets, providing nourishment to the parched landscape. Looking outside your closed window, the water beats against the glass. Fall was never your favorite season, you hated the rain and watching everything die. It's just another part of life that we all have to endure. In the dark of night in your bedroom, lit by a single candle, you hold a pen in hand and stare blankly at a sheet of paper that mimics your gaze. You take out your pen, and begin to write.
When you were on Earth, you wrote all the time. In fact, you did your best to make a living off of your writing. Everything changed when you appeared in Equestria. While the multicolored inhabitants of this land accepted you with open arms, you missed your family. Especially your son, Michael. He was your inspiration and your drive. Even when the world came crashing down around you, he was the reason to keep going.
"Happy fifth birthday, son."
You hold your head in your hands. Now, after several long years and countless nights of hoping, there was no way back to Earth. You wished there was some form of sign or message you could send to them, to tell them everything would be okay as well as what happened. Yet, Equestria was now your home, and he won't be able to grow up without his father. You just hope his mother doesn't make him hate you.
The candle extinguishes itself, and the only light in the room comes from the radiant moon. Another night of writer's block. It infuriated you to the core. If you can't write, what are you good for? Exasperated, you say to no one in particular.
"What is my purpose here?"
The room provides no answer for you. Basic tasks were becoming harder everyday. It was a rare occasion when you would leave your house.Simply because you wanted to be alone. At the same time, you just wished someone here would understand your pain. Mr. Cake couldn't begin to imagine a life without his son. Caramel couldn't imagine a life outside of Ponyville.The only person who would listen was your therapist, Twilight. She wasn't professionally trained by any means, but she had an ear and knew how to use it.
Shuffling to the bed, too tired to change out of your clothes, you lay on top of the covers. Even though you've done nothing all day, your will isn't quite what it used to be. You aren't even sure if you ate anything. You aren't even sure if you have food in the house. Closing your eyes, you pray the one solitude in your life comes to you quickly.
You wake up to the brilliant shine of light through your open window. Birds are singing outside and the trees are beginning to turn a bright orange. To any other human, this surely would be a beauty to behold.
All you feel is pain. All you feel is tired. All you feel is guilt. You turn over underneath your covers, and ball yourself for self-comfort.
"It's just another day. One more day."
Today you had to go talk to Twilight. You haven't been filling out your journal like she asked. She wanted you to write down every good thing that happened in a day. Every night before you try to write, you would do your best to write down your successes. Over time, successes in your life became harder and harder to find.
I wrote a short story. I made a cake. I watered my flowers. I went outside. I answered the door. Today's success would have to be 'I got out of bed'.
You haven't really been able to work up the desire to do anything. Starting the shower, you give yourself a good hard look in the mirror. Your eyes were bloodshot, and you haven't shaved in days. You have to make yourself look nice for Twilight, or else she might get upset. Looking down, you see the orange bottle that keeps you half as sane as you currently are. After taking one pill, you get into the shower and wash yourself.
You take a moment to let the warm water wash over you, staring at the ground. The shower was the only safe place that you could cry. Sitting down, you hold your head in your hands. Another day. One more day. It gets better, just one more day.
After nearly 500 days, things only feel like they have gotten worse. Shutting off the water, you step out into the cold air and shave the hair off your face. After getting dressed in your favorite shirt and jeans, you head downstairs. Looking in the kitchen, and weighing all your options, you choose to drink water for breakfast. One positive thing about your depression is that you were finally able to lose all that excess body fat.
Now you are as skinny as a rail. That's improvement! Right?
... Right?
You sit in your living room and stare out the main window at the wilderness around you. The bunnies hopped around so gracefully with their children, while squirrels began to gather nuts for the winter. You wish you could be like them. To be with their family.
Knowing exactly what their purpose is in life. Here in Equestria there was nothing.
You hear a knock at the door. Just like every other morning, you ignore it. One of these days Fluttershy will just have to learn that her efforts are in vain. She opens the door quietly.
Entering the house, she finds you on the couch and she seats herself next to you. You never shift your eyes from outside.
"Good morning, Anon!" she says in the most positive tone she can muster.
"Hey." You reply meekly.
"Um... D-did you sleep well last night?" She asks with a hopeful smile.
"I guess so."
"That's good."
You don't understand this mare. For the longest time, she just wanted to figure out your fetish was in the hopes of winning you over. Now, things feel different.
"Did you have anything for breakfast this morning?"
You shake your head.
She sighs. "Anon, you really need to take care of yourself. You look almost sickly. Let me go get you a bowl of cereal."
Watching her flutter into the kitchen, you almost wish that she would go back to guessing. You hated being babied by her. You're positive she thinks you can't live on your own. She returns with a bowl of cereal, with cut up pieces of fruit mixed in.
"I-I brought the fruit today as a present." She smiles widely and squeaks.
"Thanks, but I'm not really hungry I guess."
She looks at you exasperated. "Please? Just a few bites? For me Anon?"
You look into her eyes.
Fluttershy was always the motherly type, considering how well she took care of all of her animal friends, but when she was with you, her eyes told a different story.
"Okay, I suppose."
She smiles and gently hands you the spoon with her hoof. The cereal goes down your throat like sandpaper, and every bite feels like choking. Just eating felt like a tiresome chore that nearly winded you. The warm smile on her face pressured you to eat on. When you would cough up the larger pieces, she rubbed your back to make sure you were alright. Finishing the bowl, you put the spoon back in the bowl and stare at the floor.
"Thanks." You say somberly.
"It was nothing!" She smiles widely. "When is your meeting with Twilight?"
"In about 15 minutes."
"Oh! Well you better get going then! You don't wanna be late."
You think over her words.
"Yeah... I guess."
Standing up, you make your way to the door.
"Um... Anon?"
Stopping in the doorway, without turning yourself, you wait for her to speak.
"Um.. W-would you mind if... if I stayed here for a while?"
"I don't care."
Walking out of your home, you knew you couldn't stop her. What was the point? She broke into your home several times before, and the doors in this world didn't have locks. You make your way into town. Counting the number of times you can kick the pebble in front of you. About 5, before you lost track of it. Your feet knew the way to Twilight's place instinctively, so you didn't look up as you passed through the marketplace.
"Howdy there Anon! How ya doin today!"
You walk by without acknowledgment. Unable to see Applejack's concerned eyes.
"Hey! Come on back tomorrow and I'll be sure to give you some fresh cider now ya hear? On me!"
Her eyes watch you until you are out of sight. Passing by Carousel Boutique, Rarity places some new dresses and suits in the display window until she sees you. She smiles and waves as hard as she can, but ultimately in vain, as you began counting the pieces of stray grass. Reaching the front door of the Ponyville Library, you look at the door with a feeling of hopelessness.
How long do you need to keep coming here? When were you going to begin to start feeling better? Shouldn't the pills be helping?
You raise your hand to knock, when Twilight answers the door.
"Anon! Come on in! I was getting worried. You aren't normally late."
The hopelessness sets in.
"Sorry."
She recoils. "No! That wasn't what I meant. Well, come on in. I'm sure we got lot's to talk about."
The two of you sit down in opposite chairs as you fill her in on everything you did this week. You told her that you kept trying to write, but ultimately you failed. Tried to nurse your dying garden back to life, but even that was unsuccessful. Even fed her a lie and said you tried to bake a cake, and succeeded.
The smoke smell still isn't completely gone.
"Well thats good! How is your journal coming?"
You look at the ground, unsure how to answer.
"I haven't been doing it."
"Huh? Why?"
"Nothing really great has happened this week, so what's the point?"
"That's not true. I'm sure lots of wonderful things happened around you today. You just need to look out into the world and see what's happening."
It's true. The ground has recently became your best friend.
"I suppose you're right."
Hours pass as the two of you talk about writing, about your time on Earth, your son. You simply bottle up all of the pain, to try and convince Twilight that she is helping to cure you. She always was so proud of herself when she thought she was doing a great job. You didn't want to take that from her. "Well, I think that's about all the time we have for today. It's almost dinner time.
"Thanks Twilight."
You step up and begin to walk out of the room. Then turning back, you decide to ask one final question.
"Twilight?"
"Yeah Anon?" She's organizing her notes into her 'good session' folder.
You know she liked to keep organized, but labeling her folders made it obvious when she thought you were healing and when you weren't. She had the one good folder, and the cabinet of bad folders.
"When... When does everything stop being so... hard?"
She looks at you, and gives you the signature answer that you repeat yourself every morning.
"Just take it a step at a time Anon. It'll all get better. You just have to give it time."
Looking back to the door, tears well up in your eyes.
"Thanks."
You probably didn't do a good job at convincing her that you were fine today. Blowing your cover on way out the door like that causes Twilight to pause. After you move outside, Twilight takes her notes out of her good folder, and makes her way over to the file cabinet with a disappointed sigh.
"What am I going to do with him?"
Slowly dragging yourself back towards your home, the cork on your bottle feels like it's reached its limit. Everything is seething to the surface.Your old life. The time when all of the ponies loved you. When talking with Twilight left her with a feeling of pride and joy on her face. A time when everything wasn't so hard.
Your slow walk manages to get you home at sundown. All you want to do is go to sleep. You are tired. Tired of everything. Tired of the talks with Twilight. Tired of trying to find a reason to get up in the morning. Tired of all the pain. You enter your dimly lit home.
You head straight up to your room, failing to notice the freshly swept floors. Unable to see the spotless kitchen, or homemade meal waiting for you inside it with a concerned yellow pegasus. You move into your bathroom, tears streaming down your face. Tearing off your shirt, you wash your face. The things you've kept bottled up inside all break open, as you become inconsolable.
Why did this have to happen to you? Why did everything have to be so hard? Every day was the same feeling of hope that tomorrow things might be better. Yet, tomorrow never came. Taking it a day at a time wasn't working anymore. Maybe it never really worked to begin with. You grab the bottle of pills sitting on your sink. Staring at the bottle you wonder how long it would take.
Ten minutes? Fifteen minutes? An hour?
The pain of living from day to day would be gone. It would be just like falling asleep. The only thing that would ease your pain every day.You open the cap, staring down at the pink pills. The medication that was made to cure your depression. You were just ready for your cure. Downing the whole bottle, you swallow to let every bit of your saving grace reach your stomach. You bring your hands down to your side, and smile. Leaning back against your sink, and closing your tired eyes. You pray the last solitude of your life comes to you quickly.
Your eyes open, dazed.
"Stay awake for me Anon! Please!"
Her right hoof hits you in the face, but you barely feel it.Fluttershy has tears falling from her eyes in sheets, as if looking outside during a fall storm.
"Stay awake!"
She pulls you over to the toilet and forces you to throw up everything you could.
"Help is coming Anon just stay awake! You can't leave me!"
Medical stallions grab you and pull you into a carriage with flashing blue and red lights. Their conversation blends together into chaos as they hook you up to various machines to get the drug out of your system. Fluttershy sits in the back with them, holding your hand. Every ounce of sadness, hate, guilt and suffering comes out in one large breakdown. It would be a long night in Ponyville Emergency.
When you wake up, clean of the poison inside you, you look around the room to see Fluttershy asleep, hunched over your bed. The clock on the wall says 5am.Her mane is ruffled and you feel that your right hand is wet. Holding your hand to her face, you identify the source. Tears.
It was hard to imagine someone who would have cared if you left this world. You knew that Fluttershy really liked you, but... not like this. Yet here she was, glued to your side. She really wasn't so bad. She helped make the little challenges of everyday not seem so tough for a little while. Sometimes she even made you push your limits and try for more. You stroke her mane with your right hand.
"...uhnn.. Anon?"
She gradually stirs from her slumber. You look into her tired eyes, and worried face.As you stroke her mane, you realize your face begins to feel tight. Almost as if you've never spoke before, and suddenly began to give a world-changing speech. As if you've been stuck in a wheelchair for years, and finally decided to stand up. She looks into your eyes and begins to shed more tears. These aren't tears of sorrow, but rather tears of joy. For the first time, in a long time, you had a natural smile.
After that night, you moved in with Fluttershy. You decided to let her into your life permanently. You still aren't sure why you didn't consider it sooner. For a while your meetings with Twilight became more frequent, out of concern for your well being, but soon she decided you didn't need help anymore. The doctors eventually took you off of the pills for the sheer lack of need for them. Every day was a fresh new adventure, with fresh new reasons to explore the world. Every day there was something beautiful to be had around every corner. Every day there was a beautiful smiling face to greet you in the morning, that wouldn't need to ask if you slept well last night.She knew you haven't slept this well in years. All you knew was that every evening you crawled into bed with your tender yellow pegasus, and before you closed your eyes, you reminded yourself. There is always a reason to look forward to the next day.
You sit back in your chair and look down upon your new literary creation. Depicting the story of the last few months of your life. Looking behind you, the mare of your dreams rests peacefully. Before you join her, you decide there is one last thing you need to do for yourself. Pulling out your journal that Twilight wanted you to write in, you move to the final page. You left this page blank on purpose for this very reason. You begin your final entry.
Dear Journal. My success for today, is that I finally found tomorrow. It was really today all along.
Twilight sits at her chair, looking over a large pile of papers.
"Oh Anon," She whispers to herself. "It's been a long time..."
She flips through the papers and flips back to the first page.
"But you've came a long way."
She was by no means a psychologist or even a licensed therapist. However, it didn't stop her from listening to you. Twilight reads off the front page to herself.
"I believe the life I'm living is a lie," She says under her breath.
Your words. Your own words Her eyes scan down the page.
"I don't see the point of waking up anymore..."
She flips to the next page in her stack, and then the next. The purple unicorn reviews the notes carefully as she recalls what you've told her.
"I started taking anti-depressants today."
She shakes her head.
"I really shouldn't have told him to begin taking those," Twilight says to herself. "One of the worst mistakes I've ever made."
She flips to the next few pages. A single tear forms in her eye, and she blinks it out.
"I wish I wasn't found."
The purple unicorn sighs and flips forward several pages.
"Today wasn't too bad."
She flips to the next page.
"I found a reason to smile today. Something that truly makes me happy."
Twilight flips a few more pages.
"I think I'm finally starting to feel normal again."
A light knock at the door of Golden Oaks library pulls Twilight away from her reading.
"Come in!"
That's when you turn the handle and walk inside. Stepping inside from the warm summer air, you stretch with a smile on your face.
"Heya Twilight, was I interrupting anything? It's time for our session."
Twilight smiles and closes her book of notes.
"You weren't interrupting anything at all Anon. Please. Take a seat."
Taking long confident strides across the floor, you sit down in a comfortable red cloth chair which sits facing Twilight. You've been here so many times... yet today feels different. Today you sit in the chair with your legs folded, a smile on your face, and looking Twilight eye to eye. Twilight looks down at her pad of notes and makes a scribble thanks to her magic.
"Well Anon... it's been a week. Anything you want to talk about today?"
You look away and think carefully. Exhaling through your lips, they make a light raspberry sound as you scramble for something to talk about. Normally there was something that got you down.
Something. Anything. Yet, everything seems so different today.
"I... uh."
You rub your chin, trying to find any source of conversation.
"Have I ever mentioned that Applejack is a bit of a slave driver?"
Twilight and you giggle lightly at your joke.
"Honestly. I really hate to say it... but I don't know what to talk about."
Twilight looks down at her pad and smiles.
"I'm not surprised," Twilight answers.
You look to her in confusion.
"What do you mean?"
"Anon. It's been two months since you started seeing me weekly. You may not realize it, but you've made a lot of progress."
"Two months? Really?"
You look down at your hands. Where did all the time go? These two months felt like an eternity, especially in... Don't think about it.
You've moved past it.
The sinking feeling inside your stomach still clings to a darker part of you. The part that sometimes makes you shake your head and think about something happy.
"It hasn't felt like it..."
"I understand... Usually it feels like it's much longer," Twilight explains. "Especially for somepony who has so much trauma."
You bring your hands to your face and rub your eyes. When you reopen then, you don't see the wooden floor, but a light tan carpeting that covers the floor Looking up, the walls aren't lined with books, but are painted a bright azure. Sitting on a table between you and another human is a large set of notes, a few forms, and an envelope that had a check that you wrote just hours earlier. You still sit on a red cloth chair, but the woman sitting across from you listens intently as you talk to her.
She takes notes furiously every time that you say even the littlest thing.
"I guess... sometimes... I feel so happy that I'm not sure if I'm in a dream or not."
"Anon... I can assure you that you aren't in a dream," The blonde haired woman smiles.
"Then... What does that mean? I've been here two months... and things seem... better."
The woman closes her book of notes then looks at you.
"Well, I'll be honest Anon... After what happened a month ago... I didn't know what to think. I thought we would be here a long time," She states.
You look into her eyes for some sort of hope.
"But you have really came around. I gotta admit that I'm impressed."
You rub your hands together and smile.
"D-does that mean... I'm better now?"
The therapist bites her bottom lip and looks back down to her notes.
"Well. How would you answer that question? Do you think you are better?"
You look back down at your hands. While the answer sits in the bottom of your heart, you know that you have to accept it at some point.
"Better isn't really a good word. I mean, there are good days and bad days. Most of the time there are more good days than bad."
"So... what do you do on the bad days?"
You sigh to yourself.
"Is it that pony site that you feel ashamed about?"
With a nod you look back up at her.
"Anon. So many people in your position turn to drugs, isolation, and so many other harmful things in the same spot that you are in. You shouldn't feel weird about liking these My Little Ponies."
Looking back down at the ground.
"Even if it is about rape."
You wince at the word.
"You don't think it's weird do you?"
"Now I didn't say it was my cup of tea, but I went to that site and read through the thread. I have to admit that the Monkey author did make me laugh once."
With a chuckle, you look back up.
"Yeah. He's probably my favorite. He always makes me smile."
Rubbing the back of your neck, a silence fills the room.
"The important thing is that you know what to do when you have a bad day."
"Yeah. I get on that thread and read. I've even began to read on the good days."
She scribbles down a few notes.
"Have you considered writing stories for them?"
The question stops you dead in your tracks. You know the answer. In fact, you've been thinking about it for the last week or so.
"Well, yeah. I guess."
"Why don't you do it?"
"I dunno. I'm worried it would just be terrible."
"You won't know until you try."
Looking back up, you smile at your therapist.
"I might like it," You say to yourself, realizing that you have nothing to lose.
"Yeah!" She says encouragingly.
Leaning back, you already know the first story you want to write. Something with amnesia would be cool. Something around 'Momento.'
"But, I mean where does that leave us?"
You blink your eyes a few times, and the book lined walls of Golden Oaks reappear.
"I think," Twilight begins. "That you don't need to see me anymore. I don't think I'm doing you any good."
Taking a deep breath, you let what she said fully sink in.
"You really think so?"
"Yeah," She says. "I really think so."
Getting out of your chair, you instantly wrap Twilight in a hug. Her hooves wrap around you and she holds you close. The world begins to shift to black. Tears form in your eyes as you finally realize that you've did it. You've moved past the worst of it. You beat it.
A smile curls on your face.
"Thank you."
Your body lightly shakes as you repeat the words.
"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."
"It's okay Priest... you did it." Your therapist says.
You break the hug and smile to her.
Determination flows through your veins.
"You know what! Swift is on hiatus. I'm going to write that story. That thread needs green."
She nods to you and gives you a thumbs up.
"I'm sure they are going to love it. Just do your best."
Wake up. The sun hasn't risen yet, but you wouldn't have it any other way. It means that for a little while longer, you can lay next to your beautiful wife. The white alicorn snoozed quietly next to you. Staring at the serene face of Princess Celestia, you wonder how you managed to get into this position. Maybe it was when you kissed her hoof when you first introduced yourself.
It could have been when you decided to sneak her away from her royal duties for a day of fun. Or maybe it was the way that you made her feel like a normal pony. Either way, this mare meant everything to you. Getting up, you perform your typical Triple S and bring a cup of coffee to the love of your life. Caressing her face, you slowly try to wake her.
"It's almost morning Celly... it's time to get up."
She groans and turns over.
"I officially decree 5 extra minutes for the land of Equestria."
Who would of thought that the Princess of the Day wasn't a morning person. You begin to scratch behind her ears, making her give out involuntary moans.
"If you do that... I really will fall back asleep."
"You got it."
You begin to tickle the mare as she breaks into fits of laughter.
"Okay, okay! I'm up. I'm up!"
With a good stretch, she rises out of bed and moves to the balcony. Rising up into the air in a ball of white light, The sun begins it's slow ascent into the sky. Walking back into the room, she sips the coffee that you brought for her.
"Well, any royal business for today?"
She looks sternly into her coffee.
"Yes actually, I have a negotiation meeting with King Sombra today. I just hope it won't take too long."
You nod to her.
"Well I hope it goes well. Just remember that his bark is worse than his bite."
She turns away from you and into the bathroom to clean up for her day. Time to begin your great hobby as royalty in Equestria. Terrorizing diplomatic negotiations. You move into the massive walk-in closet and decide your choice of weapon wisely. Getting a slingshot and a box of the used condoms of Celestia's lovers, you begin your journey to a better vantage point. Re-entering your bedroom, you notice that Celly is gone.
You sigh to yourself, knowing that it can't be helped. It's not your fault you won't fuck horses. Grabbing her pillow, you begin to make your way downstairs. Moving towards the room, you drop the pillow on the floor so your body won't make a sound. Getting into position, you slowly open the door. The love of your life has her face dug into a pillow as King Sombra is thrusting into her with all of his might.
You pull out a used condom from Celestia's stash and pull back tightly, taking aim. Releasing the load, it smashes directly into the King's back. He slows down and looks around. Shaking his head, he goes back to pumping. Preparing another load, you pull the cords as tight as you can and aim for his head. Letting go, you hit Sombra square in the face.
He stops with an anger in his eyes.
"Who did that!"
"Did what?" Celestia asks.
"Something hit me in the face."
Celestia has an aggravated look on her face, but buries her face back into her pillow. You do your best to stifle your laughter. Sombra slowly tries to get back into the game, but is scanning the room for the invisible force. You pull back again, aiming for his plot. The load ejects into the room and directly connects on his asshole. He jumps away from Celestia.
"What in Tartarus are you trying to pull Celestia?"
She groans.
"I'm not doing anything. You are supposed to be doing all the work."
"If I get assaulted one more time, I will not call off my forces on the Crystal Empire."
She stares at him with a cold, dead stare.
"Then we will be happy to slaughter every last man, woman and child of your nation."
You love it when she gets aggressive. Stifling fits of laughter, Sombra slowly moves to fuck the princess one last time. You need the special ammo. Searching through your box, you find the extra large section. Tightly packing the wad into the slingshot, you aim for his crown.
You feel your body tensing up for this final shot. Letting go of your load, it shoots into the room and knocks the crown off of the king's head.
"THAT'S IT! I'M DONE!"
Celestia shakes her head.
"Fine. War it is."
You grab the pillow and use it to slide down the rail of the stairs, effectively making your escape. As you re-enter your room, you double over with laughter. You knew she was going to hate you for this, but it didn't matter. Millions of innocent civilians were probably going to die at your hands.
Because you got to drop your loads all over fucking King Sombra.
You are Diamond Tiara. The most beautiful, rich princess in Equestria. It was only a matter of time until Princess Celestia herself would desire to witness your grace. At least that's what your d addy said. You were walking with your kind servant Silver Spoon towards a loud commotion that was distracting your brainstorm session. Brainstorming new ways of reminding those blank flanks why you were better than them. Using money all the time was beginning to become too easy.
It seems like the crowd is singing about something. A Super-Squeezy-Shooty-Seedy 6000? "Yes! Yes! Come around ponies and relieve all your needs for estrus!" says a tall mustached stallion.
"The stallions simply go one this end..." chimes in another stallion who could have been his twin.
"And the filles on the other!" finishes the first mustached stallion.
"What in the world is this?" you say, unable to hold back your curiosity.
"I dunno." Says your stupid servant.
"Typical."
"What are you fillies doing here!?!"
"Yeah! You aren't old enough for this sort of thing yet!"
The two of you get picked up by some peasant mare and dragged away from the scene.
"You will learn more about this when you are older."
Silly peasant. You always get what you want.
You are Anon. It's a beautiful day for a stroll through the park. Nothing to do but to chill out in the serene landscape and enjoy your morning. There is absolutely no way that anything could forcibly rape you. Where did that thought come from?
"Human!"
You turn to the two little fillies who are now galloping to meet you.
"My name is Anon."
"Silence human."
Grinding your teeth, this little filly tries your patience. It's bad enough that the brat tortures you when you do odd jobs for her father. Plus he scums you out of tips and the wages he agreed to.
"What do you need today?"
"Aren't you missing something human?"
You groan.
"What do you need today, my princess."
"Good! I need you to show me how to use a certain machine in the middle of the night without anyone finding out."
"Uhh. Why did you have to ask me?"
"Because all of the other peasants said I'm not old enough, and I don't have blackmail photos against them."
"Oh, okay. That seems reasonable."
Wait.
"You have blackmail on me?"
"Of course! I know everything about everyone in Ponyville."
She hands you a manila envelope and you look inside.
The pictures of when you modeled dresses for Rarity. The world must never know. But damn did she capture your good side.
"Fine."
"Good. Meet me at dusk right here."
Time passes.
"Good to see you Anon."
"Lets get this over with."
You follow the fillies to their object of interest. Your eyes widen at the device. It seems to be some form of massive sex orgy machine. On one side of the device, there are several holes for stallions to thrust into. When the stallion releases, the machine collects the semen and places it into a large vat, which currently looked full. Then on the other side of the device, there were large phalli that would shoot the semen into the mare, allowing total anonymity of who's semen was shot into the mare.
The fillies wanted to learn how to use this? How will you get out of this one without looking like a filly fooler. But those pictures.
"Alright. What do you want to know?"
"How does it work? What does it do?"
"Uhh. Has your parents told you about the birds and the bees?"
"Well DUH. They are ANIMALS. Basic level knowledge peasant."
"That's not what I... ugh."
This was going to be a nightmare.
"Okay. If I show you how to use this, you have to keep it secret."
"Only if we have fun."
Great.
"Alright. The way this works is that I'm going to stick my male privates into this end..." You say gesturing towards the holes.
"Then, you put those into your privates." pointing one of the phallus.
"Then we both thrust. I'm guessing the harder we thrust the better it works. Then we just keep going until we are done."
Tiara stares at you.
"So this is just like masturbating?" pipes up Silver Spoon.
The two of you look to Silver with a shocked expression.
"Sorry. I'll go back to being quiet."
Tiara's face turns red. "How could you know about this and not me!"
"Sorry..."
"NO! We will do this now. Silver you will demonstrate! Anon, go do your thing."
You make your way over to one of the holes and sigh to yourself.
Unzipping your pants, and lining yourself up with the faux pony pussy, you wonder what mistake you made in life that led to this very moment. Was it when you took a shit on the Mayor's desk? Was it when you took a job from the richest stallion in town?
Nevertheless, you thrust inside of the hole, and surprisingly, it feels pretty damn good. The machine begins to slowly roar to life as you hear the whirring of gears and the sound of pumps. The vibrations and sensations intensify as the machine milks you for your seed. Silver Spoon begins to thrust herself harder and harder against the machine.
"It's... so... deep..."
Her pants and moans begin to become louder, no longer feeling shame for her public display. Diamond Tiara's face begins to become red.
"There is no way it feels that good... Let me try."
She lines herself up with one of the massive dildos that the machien provides, and thrusts it into herself. Tiara gasps loudly at the mixture of pleasure, and the pain of breaking her hymen.
"Isn't it great?" Silver pants out, letting the pleasure wrack her body.
"Y-yeah. It's... It's great."
Tiara slowly begins to grind the massive cock, slowly letting the pleasure offset the pain. Meanwhile you are trying to keep pace with the machine. You will not lose out to a few fillies. Looking up at the machine, which has pictures of mares in sexy positions, you notice a few dials for sensitivity. With a devilish smile, you turn the dial for the fillies all the way up, and the one for the stallions all the way down. Now the real fun can begin.
You can hear the fillies let out loud moans of pleasure.
"Yes! Yes! Why have I never discovered this before!"
You thrust harder, and the device begins to push into overdrive. The girls begin to lose strength in their legs as the device begins to pound them with a ferocity. You shove your fingers into two more holes, and do your best to keep the pace up. The machine just pushes harder and harder at your added energy to the machine. Laying on the ground slack-jawed and at a loss for breath, the girls slowly move to reach their first orgasm.
Looking up one more time, you see one final dial, the monitor for the release valve. You crank that shit all the way up. Putting all your strength into your last few thrusts, you release your load into the machine. The machine senses the release, and calculates when the girls will orgasm. With a loud cry in unison, the fillies reach enlightenment, and begin being filled with precious stallion seed.
"It's so warm..."
"There is sooo much!"
But the machine doesn't stop pumping. The machine just roars harder and keeps pushing the reserve seed into the girls.
"There is so much!"
"I feel like I'm going to burst!"
The girls pull themselves off the machine only to be covered in stallion juices that cover their little bodies. Silver opens her mouth for a taste of the delicious juice, and Tiara follows suit. You pull yourself off the device, and when seeing the girls, bring up the idea of washing off at the nearby lake.
Another day at work for Mr. Fancy Pants. Yet, today hasn't been so bad. You've been able to fix the fence, wash the house, and cut the grass without any form of torture or interruption. As you leave for the day, you find a note with your name on it on the front gate. Opening up the letter, you begin to read it.
"Dear Anon, Tonight. The Machine. Be there."
Looks like tonight you are going to have another sex session with fucking Fillies.
You sigh and look at your computer screen, gently caressing it's soft glow.
"What's the point anymore?" you ask yourself.
Just ask you asked yourself every day. It's... enough. You look to the bottle of anti-depressants that you were prescribed. It would be just like falling asleep. You sigh and roll the bottle in your hand.
"WAIT!"
The door to your bedroom door bashes open. Standing directly in front of you, frantic and panting, was Princess Mi Amore Cadenza.
"Don't make a mistake you can't undo..." she pleads. "I'm not worth it."
You stare at her, unsure of why a colored pasten princess suddenly entered your bedroom.
"You... you're real? B-but, how?"
She shakes her head.
"That's not important. What is, is that you don't do... what you think you want to do."
You look down at the bottle.
"It gets better, Anon. I promise."
"Then.. why can't I have you..." you ask quietly.
She walks up to you and places a hoof on your face.
"You know I'm married, Anon."
"But, all the good ones are taken... It's not fair." you answer.
She snickers.
"There's somepony out there for you, Anon. There are many someponies that you could share your heart with. You'll find them one day. Nopony knows what will happen tomorrow, which is why you have to trudge through and keep your eyes open."
You feel your body begin to slump.
"I'm serious, Anon. You have to keep your eyes open."
The grip on your hand begins to weaken as the empty bottle rolls out of your hand.
"Anon? Say something. Speak to me!"
"I'm sorry," you whisper.
Cadance leans over to your desk and grabs your phone and places it in your hand.
"Open it. Turn it on."
You focus all your strength into your hand as you unlock your smart phone.
It opens to a sent text, saying "I love you, Mom and Dad."
"Dial the emergency number." Cadance says.
You whisper another apology as you dial out 9-1-1. The phone rings gently.
"9-1-1 What is your emergency?" says the other side of the phone.
"Yes, I'd like to report a suicide attempt..."
Your eyelids gently close as the world fades to black.
The dull hum of overhead florescent lights is the first thing you hear. Then, the sobbing of a woman. Someone you recognized. Mom? Is that Mom? Why is Mom crying? You try to move, but your whole body hurts and your abdomen is writhing in pain. Slowly, your eyes open and you glance around the room. "Mom? Dad?"
"You're lucky son, we arrived just in time," the doctor said as he wrote your notes for release. "If it weren't for that woman who called, you wouldn't be here right now.
He hands you a piece of paper referring you to a well known and high priced therapist.
"Who?" you ask.
"You don't know?" he asks questioningly. "We were hoping you knew. There wasn't anyone on scene when we got there, and all of your doors were locked."
You looked from him to the paper.
"I have a feeling."
It took awhile for your concerned family to leave you alone and try to sleep in peace. You sighed and rolled in bed restlessly. How? Was it real? Was it a hallucination?
"Thank goodness you're awake..." says a familiar feminine voice.
You shoot up in bed, and sitting on the floor beside you, is the familiar pink princess.
"How did you do that?"
"I told you I was real," she said with a smile.
"But how are you real?" you ask.
"Explaining it would take more time than I have left... I only have three days, and this is the end of the second day, Anon."
"How do you know my name?" you ask.
"I saw this in a dream, sweetie. The princesses have premonitions," she says softly.
You look from the bed to her again in guilt.
"I fucked up."
She wraps her hooves around you and makes her way onto the bed.
"It's okay..." she says.
"Now what do I do?" you ask
"You have to learn to live for yourself, Anon. Not for somepony else. Once you love yourself, then you can truely be happy."
You look to her with a confused look.
"Love... myself?"
She smiles and nods at you.
"Whoever said love had to be romance, Anon?"
"I suppose you're right...." you answer. "So, how do I do that?"
"It's going to be hard at first, but you will have to try to find something about yourself that you love every day. Then, change the things you don't love about myself. It's as easy as that."
You sigh and look down to your hands.
"Why?"
"Because you deserve to be happy, Anon."
You remain silent, staring at your hands. A hoof presses against your cheek and pulls your eyes to meet hers.
"If not for yourself, will you do it for me?" she asks.
Your heart skips a beat as your lips purse.
"Y-yeah," you whisper.
She smiles and looks at you lovingly.
"Good."
She closes the distance and you can feel her lips press against yours. You sit up in bed instantly, gasping for breath in a cold sweat. Bringing a finger to your lips, you remember what it felt like. Was it a dream? You look to the empty bottle of pills, still sitting on your floor. Rising from your bed, you move to your mirror and get a good look at yourself.
You take a deep breath while examining the intricacies of your face for some form of answer. Look at this pathetic sack of shit. What's the point? Why even live? You look to the floor and remember her words.
"Do it for me."
Looking back into the mirror with determination, you look directly into your own eyes.
"I am a cool person."
You stand up straighter and don't break the staring contest.
"I. Am. A. Cool. Person." you say to your reflection.
A small smile forms on your lips. You look to your computer screen, where a picture of Cadance is still softly glowing on your screen. With a gentle nod, you head out of your bedroom, ready to start over.
It's that time again. Three measured knocks break the serenity of your morning breakfast. Just like every other morning. With a groan, you rise from your seat to stop the morning disturbance. Opening the door is none other than Fluttershy, not that you would expect anyone else.
"Make it quick."
Fluttersniffle smiles widely and holds up a piece of paper on a clipboard to you.
"Fluttershy for Ponyville Mayor?" She squeaks.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"You've got to be kidding me," States Mayor Mare, who stands next to you as the results of the vote is announced.
Fluttershy steps up to a podium on the televison that you and the Mayor watch in shock and irritation.
"Ponyville! Today we strive for change! Today we strive.. For history!"
A large number of balloons falls from the ceiling and streamers fly. Where the hell was this in her budget? You were lucky to have a goddamn bake sale.
"In my first action as town mayor, we are already in the process of enacting. We intend to deal with the population issue once in for all."
Mares scream and a few stallions on screen stop cheering, listening intently with wide eyes.
"All roads our of the city have been sealed. For next seven days, there will be no punishment for sexual crimes a mare performs to a stallion or human!"
The cheering intensifies and the stallions begin to worm their way out of the picture.
"Happy Estrus Games everypony... And may the dick be ever in your-"
The power cuts to the home you are in. The only source of light streams in through the windows. Cheers can be heard from outside and stallions run in the streets. Oh shit. You look to Mayor Mare.
"Mayor... What do we do? This is terrible... "
"What do we do? I know what I'm going to do... Hot stuff..." She smiles through half lidded eyes.
Oh Shit! You sprint to the door of the home and jump outside, slamming the door behind you. The power is out everywhere. You hear a rumble in the distance, and the door behind you opens wide.
"Get back here and let me rut you! "
Looks like you are late to your daily 'Get the fuck outta here.' You sprint as fast as you can away from the Mayor and the sound of the rumble. One straight week of mares attacking every stallion in Ponyville? This is madness. You round a corner and come face to face with Pinkie Pie. And is that... Her party cannon?
"Hiya Nonny, let's play tag!"
She slams a hoof down on the cannon and dildos fly at your face. You quickly duck and roll, and perform a 360 no time for this shit. Sprinting away from the crazed party mare.
That's when you see a nearby dumpster outside of a nearby shop. Perfect. Somewhere to hide. You beeline to the refuge, lift open the door and hop inside. The container smells like shit, but if you can keep safe, this is your best bet for now. What the hell are you going to do?
You certainly can't hide here forever. Definitely not for 7 days. You peek out to see if the coast is clear. A stallion gallops hard to the dumpster where you hide.
"Shit."
You pull the lid closed and hold it down. A rustle from the lids and heavy breathing signals the presence of the stallion outside.
"Dammit. DAMMIT!"
"Hey sweetie~"
"Colgate. Stop. Please..."
"Oh come on now... It'll be just like high-school all over again~"
With a loud pop, the voices disappear into thin air. After a silent moment, you peek outside. Not a pony in sight. The must have teleported. Poor guy. You hope he doesn't mind teeth. This has to end now. You know you only have one choice.
Fluttershy has to be confronted, and she has to reverse this ruling, if not for yourself, then for the stallions in Ponyville. You hop out of the container and hide in the shadows from house to house. A few small packs of mares patrol the streets, and some Pegasus patrol the skies. All looking for a strong dick to take for themselves.
Each leap from home to home becomes more stressful than the last as you approach town hall. That's when you reach Town square. Peeking around the corner, you look into the center of the square and gasp. Pulling your eyes away, you stop to catch your breath and try not to vomit. Trying to hold down the sick in your stomach, you look into the town square.
Many of the stallion in town are held down and bound as the mares take turns milking their baby batter. A rape machine. This must be where they are taking the found stallions.... That is... If the mares don't keep them for themselves. You have to save them...
But if you risk it, you could be caught yourself. That's not an option. You have to get to Fluttershy and have her reverse this. At this rate, almost every mare in town will be impregnated, and nopony will know the fathers. Moving around the block, in the shadows, you make your way to the back entrance of the town hall, facing away from the square.
Taking off your shirt, you wrap your hand and make a fist. Sprinting to the nearest window, you smash the glass and leap inside.Looking around, you find a small closet. Jumping inside, you hold your breath. Hoofsteps are heard from outside, quickly approaching the window.
"What was that noise?"
Peeking out of the crack in the closet door, you watch the uniformed mare examine the situation. The guard look at the ground where glass is shattered everywhere, then around at the room. She takes a few steps away from you, and then turns to the closet. Your blood runs cold for a moment as she turns to the closet and takes a few steps towards it. She looks left, then right. Then stares hard at the door.
"Must have been my imagination."
The guard walks off and you sit frozen. What the fuck? There is glass all over the.... Nevermind.
This is why the worst shit always happens to Ponyville. Creeping out of the closet, you carefully peek around the room. Looks like the coast is clear. Now to get to Fluttershy.
But where is she? Edging along the wall, you peek into the hallways of city hall. If I were Fluttershy... Where would I be?The coast seems clear. Move up Anon.
Leaping into the hallway, you quickly get up against a wall. She would probably want to be able to see all of the carnage first hand.The horny horse probably can't even contain herself. That means... You probably have to go to the main office, which directly overlooks the town square. With a deep breath, you take off down the corridor. There is no time to waste.
For you and every stallion in Ponyville, you cannot fail. One hallway, a left.Another hallway. You sprint down a third. In no time, you find the grand staircase to the second floor, the only way to reach the second floor.However, two closed large oak doors at the top of the stairs lies your objective.
Perfect.
However, two armed mares stand resolute next to the door, attentive and focused.
Shit.
You are going to get wrecked if you just attack them head on... How can you distract them? Leaning against the wall, you close your eyes and think carefully. What can you do? You could take one for the team and screw them till they pass out...
That seems to be what all the mares want. However, they could also just end up taking you to the square. Then you'd be fucked.
Literally.
Think Anon... Think... You breathe in, then breathe out.Wait a second. If there is one thing you can count on about guards...
"THERE IS A SEXY FIREFIGHTER STALLION TIED UP IN THE BREAK ROOM!" You yell in your best fake girl voice.
The guards' eyes go wide, and instantly two loud sources of dripping is heard. Guard's are gullible as hell. The two mares look at each other.
"D-do you think she will mind?"
The other guard shifts her weight from side to side.
"I-i... I dunno... But. "
"Just a quickie."
"Yeah!"
The two mares gallop off away from the oak doors, and leaves the staircase unguarded. Perfect.Quickly, you run from your cover and leap up the stairs two at a time. This is for your stallion brothers and every other poor soul subject to this sexual onslaught.
With a swift kick, you break the lock on the wooden doors, and they swing open.
"Fluttershy!"
Rainbow Dash's voice? What? Before you can think twice, a large net is flying towards you.
Quickly, you attempt to duck and roll out of the path of the net and just barely avoid it's clutches. Springing to your feet, a large blast of purple energy just grazes your chest. Stopping dead in your tracks, you examine the room, and feel two hooves dig into your back. You never knew what organs shifting inside you felt like, until today.
The impact of the kick sends you flying into the center of the room, and you land on your face. Another weight quickly lands on top of you and pins you down.
"I'm happy to see you join us Anon... I trust Pinkie guided you here safely?" Fluttershy says calmly from behind her mayoral desk.You cough from the pain of the blow and helplessly struggle your pin.
"Don't even try bub. I've got you down. Rarity. The binding suit!" Rainbow dash calls.
"One moment Darling, I need to deal with the wrinkles."
"No pony cares about the darn wrinkles Rarity, " Applejack sighs while closing the doors. "Just restrain him already."
"Fine, but don't blame me if his barbaric appearance ruins the mood."
Twilight steps forward and encases you in her magic, gently lifting you into the air, giving Rainbow the chance to get off you and Rarity to slip on a stylish white coat. Which makes you look Iike you are headed to an insane asylum, as she ties your arms around your back.
Great. You growl as you are let back down to the ground, on your knees. It was all a big trap. The mayor might have been in on it too. It's all starting to make sense.
"Now then Anon... " Fluttershy asks. "Was there something you wished to speak with me about?"
Perhaps she can still listen to reason. This is Fluttershy we are talking about. She may be some demented form of a crazed, determined, vengeful succubus... But she's still a pony.
"I want you to call off this nonsense about the population problem."
Fluttershy smiles and folds her front hooves.
"Now why would I ever do that?" She asks, feigning ignorance. "Take a look outside Anon... Look at the townsfolk. Have you ever seen them this happy before? This... Satisfied?"
"What choice does the stallion have in all of this? Huh?"
"Stallions with a choice?" Twilight asks with a hint of laughter in her voice. "Get a load of this guy."
"Plleease, " Rarity begins to explain. "Stallions are brutish, vile creatures who's sole purpose is to procreate and do the heavy lifting."
Fluttershy holds a hoof to the girls, signaling them to hush.
"If there is anything I've learned from taking care of animals Anon, it's that males only have two things on their mind. Ownership, and kin. They wish to take ownership of what is theirs and have as many kin as possible. Well, now the shoe is on the other hoof. We -own- them. We make -our- kin. If we are the ones who raise and birth the foal, it should be -our- choice."
You stare at Fluttershy with a evil glare in your eyes.
"Then tell me. Tell me why I think that's bullshit, and you put dozens of Stallions in harms way for me to come here right now and make a deal with you."
Fluttershy smirks and rises to her hooves.
"Why Anon... Whatever gave you that idea?"
"The fetish guessing every morning was a start. "
Fluttershy snickers and shakes her head, turning to face town square, and watching the carnage through a large, ornate glass window.
"My feelings are different now Anon. At first it was all about obtaining you, But now I have something much better than that."
Fluttershy puts a hoof to the glass as another stallion is milked of his juices below.
"Power."
Power? What?
"What are you even talking about Fluttershy?"
She snickers, while a smile curls on her lips.
"I wouldn't expect you to understand... Anonymous."
Anonymous? She never calls you by your full name. Something's wrong.
"Girls... Would you leave me alone with our guest? I would like to attend to him personally."
The girls all smile and nod, and leave the room, leaving you alone with the yellow menace.
"Cut the act."
"W-what?" Fluttershy stammers.
"You and I both know you aren't Fluttershy, she's a monster, an animal.... Maybe even a menace to society, but she isn't unkind."
Fluttershy walks over to you, eyeing you carefully.
"Plus, you walk completely differently. You are full of confidence. You haven't made one advance against me yet and Fluttershy is terrified of being in the spotlight. You were on television, and didn't even stutter once."
She sits in front of you as you try to fight the suit that binds you.
"Very clever."
Her eyes lightly gleam a light green.
"It's a shame that the elements do not know their friend as well as you."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" You ask angrily.
The imposter is engulfed in a bright green flame and her features begin to distort. A black horn juts out from from her head as the yellow fur becomes charred by the fire. Feathers fall individually to the ground as transparent wings are revealed underneath. Holes form on the hooves and mane as her hair shifts to a light teal. Standing even taller, the bug pony looks down at you with a fanged smile. The changeling giggles to herself and turns away.
"To be honest, I never thought I would be able to get away with the same trick twice... But here we are. I've turned this town into a machine for love that my children can feed on for generations... And speaking of children... Your stallions are helping us quite nicely with that."
Queen Chrysalis watches down at the town square, knowing which ones are changlings in disguise and feeling proud of herself.
"It's only a matter of time until we are strong enough to attempt to take Canterlot once again... And after that, I'll squish that Crystal Empire-"
"Like a bug?" You interrupt.
She turns and glares at you.
"Like how I'll destroy you..."
Oh shit. Chrysalis bares her teeth and walks towards you malevolently.
"Slowly... Painfully... And only after extracting every last ounce of love from your pathetic corpse."
You struggle against your bonds and push yourself away. Using your feet, you back yourself into a corner. Why did Rarity have to use the good fabric? Couldn't she have used the crap stuff that doesn't last for just once? She draws herself closer to you as the sky reddens outside with the coming sunset. Her eyes gleam neon green as she licks her lips.
"You're mine."
You huddle in the corner as the Queen moves step by step closer to me. With a gulp, you close your eyes. Well this is it Anon. It was a good ride. A loud crash through the ornate window breaks the tension and forces you to open your eyes. Your eyes are drawn to the desk, where a pink maned yellow Pegasus stands. She huffs and puffs loudly, focused on the changling.
"Hands... Off... My monkey, " Fluttershy growls.
"I thought I dealt with you," The Queen angrily groans.
"You can take my identity, Ponyville, and maybe even my Animals... But you lay one hoof on my Anon, I will wipe you out with precision the likes of which have never been seen before on this planet, " Fluttershy hisses, her wings outstretched, and her back arched to pounce.
Holy shit. You had no idea Flutters was such a badass. Chrysalis turns away from you, and you desperately search for something to undo your binds with. The two mares stare each other down, daring the other to make the first move. The air is as thick as butter, while the red sunlight pours into the room. The moans of various mares streams in through the broken window, which has covered the floor with broken glass. Chrysalis's horn charges with energy and Fluttershy flaps her wing and drags a hoof against the desk.
Locked and prepared for battle, waiting for the slightest sign of-
"OH CELESTIA I'M CUMMING! " A mare screams from outside.
Chrysalis fires her beam and Fluttershy leaps off the desk, landing on top of the alicorn changeling, and knocking over a bookshelf in the process. The glass digs into the ponies as they wrestle each other on the ground for dominance. You gotta get out of this vest. Looking across the room, you spy a sharp, metal letter opener on the ground. Perfect.
Scooting over, you grab it from behind and saw carefully on the cloth restrictions. Punches are thrown by each mare, but Fluttershy's strength and ability to swiftly get out of Chrysalis's pins simply amaze you. How did she even know? Motherly instincts you guess. Beyond that, where WAS she?The knife slips and digs Into your hand, soaking it in blood.
With a loud gasp, you pull it out and resume cutting the binds. Come on... Almost there... You continue to work through the searing pain. Fluttershy manages to grab Chrysalis by the wing and begins to pull it in a direction that doesn't seem to want to move.
The Queen's horn glows brightly and shoots a bolt of green energy directly at Fluttershy. Her small yellow body is hit directly and sends her flying into the wall beside you. The back of Fluttershy's head hits hard and she falls on the ground, face first, not moving. Just a little more to cut through... luttershy, you have to get up.
The Queen edges closer to her, fire and hatred in her eyes.
"You will not stop me from feeding my children, Element of Harmony."
Fluttershy... Get up. You continue to saw at the cloth binds as blood drips onto the floor.
"I believe in you Fluttershy."
The yellow Pegasus turns her head to you. A warm smile curls on her face. Slowly, she tries to rise to her hooves. Chrysalis sends another bolt and she cries out in pain. Almost... There....
"Say goodbye to your monkey, Element."
The binds rip free. Got it. Springing forward, wielding the small knife, you tackle the changling Queen and knock her off her feet. A knock on the door is muffled from the scuffle of you wrestling with Chrysalis.
"Fluttershy? Are you okay in there? "
"You stupid beast!" Screams the Queen, as she shoots a blast towards your face, which you narrowly avoid.
You bring the knife down on one of her hooves. It goes in clean. Through one of her holes.
"Shit. "
The Queen sends another beam at you and it connects, sending you flying to the same wall where Fluttershy connected, and in top of her. The two of you groan, exhausted and beaten as the Queen approaches you.
"I've had enough of this-"
"Fluttershy... I'm coming in now.. "
Princess Twilight peeks her head in and gasps.
"You!" Twilight proclaims.
"Big surprise. The little Princess wants to save her little friends... Well it's too late. Ponyville is mine, and your friends will perish by my hand, and there is nothing that ANY PONY CAN DO, TO STOP ME!" Chrysalis yells in fury.
Twilight looks down at you and Fluttershy.
"Except this, " She smiles.
Twilight's horn lights up brightly and points a pink beam of energy directly at you and Fluttershy. The two of you are gradually lifted up into the air, both of your beaten bodies radiating a bright pink energy. Fluttershy's eyes open and she looks into yours. What the hell is Twilight doing? Fluttershy levitates closer to you in the air and she wraps her arms around you.
"No! Not this again! I refuse to be defeated by-"
A massive heart forms around you and Fluttershy, healing your wounds and filling you with warmth. Ugh. Well, the yellow demon -did- save your life. You wrap one arm around Flutters, and instantly a massive shield of energy pushes Chrysalis out of the room through the glass, followed by the imposter ponies that were feeding off of the love energy of the town's citizens.
Gradually, you and Fluttershy are eased down to the ground, where you let go of her, but she clings to your leg.
"So Fluttershy was actually-"
"Yep. What the hell did you do?"
"Spell that Cadance taught me. It defeated her the first time."
"Oohh"
"It's a good thing that you and Fluttershy really love each other, or else that wouldn't have worked. "
"Woah, Woah, Woah."
"Does this mean Anon and I can get married Twilight? You are a Princess and all... "
And that's how you were forced to marry Fluttershy. But, what happened to Ponyville?
"Fluttershy, you have to tell them all to stop. "
The yellow pegasus looks out into the semen covered streets of Ponyville.
You wake up You are Anon But you don;'t klike to be called thgat any more. You like to be called Shadow because it's 20% cooler.gay dildos
Awwww yeah. Was that funny guys?
You get out of bed at 8:10 because screw waking up when the alarm goes off.
You put on your blackest shirt and dark black and red pants with chains on them that your mom doesn't like that you wear but you like to wear anyway because they make you look cool and swim in the pussy.
You put on shoes and go into the bathroom and shower and brush your teeth because you mom always knows when you don't it's like she's magic or soemthing what thefuck.
After you admire how the way you look doesn't match the sad, burning hatred that you feel on the inside you go downstairs to say bye to your mom.
"Hi mom. Bye."
"Are you going to school?"
"Yes I'm going to school."
"You aren't lying to me are you."
"NO MOM I CAN'T LIE TO PONIES."
Yeah, my mom is a pony so what you got a problem with that I'll destroy you with my wooden katana I got from the anime convention downtown with my girlfriend.
"well okay I just asked because you havent been to class lately and I'm your teacher so."
"YOU AREN'T MY REAL MOM!"
Oh yeah, that's right. You are a human in a pony world, that's important too and stuff. That's a big spoiler is that Cheerilee isn't your real mom. Put the really sad scene here. You go outside leaving your fake pony mom crying like the little bitch she is and start to run oh yeah you are the Best runner ever just like your idol sonic the hedgehog. You start to run as fast as you can and you see your best friend Rainbow dash who you call Rainbro because it's coolest nickname ever.
"Hi Rainbow Dash!"
"Shadow you know I don't like to be called that anymore, call me by my real name."
"Oh yeah, sorry Greatest Fast Pony ever Miss Darkness Hooves."
"But just Darkness"
She decided that that name would be cooler after she painted her fur black and dyed her hair all whiote and stuff. It's cool because it made her even go faster, and so fast that they had to call her sonic Rain boom her sonic AWEESOMboom. She's pretty fast, but not as fast as you No not in a million years.
"I'll race you to Pony Topic!" she screams out loud just like her favorite band Blackveil Brides.
"OKAY!" you mimic and you both laugh hard.
She flys really really fast to the store that you always ditch school to go to and spend the money your mom gives you because you throw away the extra mountain dew bottles and wipe the cheeto dust off the keybioard when you are done with the computer because it made your dad mad and stuff. When she flys really really fast it makes a rainbow in the sky and you have to follow it So you race against rainbow dash but then you trip and you start rolling to the store and you can't stop going fast. You are rolling around at the speed of sound
Got places to go Gotta follow that Rainbow! (see what I did there guys isn't it so funny?) You push it to the limit and roll really really hard and you get into Hot topic and slam the door and rainbow runs into it really hard and it's funny but she didn't get hurt cause that would be bad and not funny at all. You open the door for her like a gentlemen like Your awesome friend Joe would do and he has two girlfriends but he cant decide which he wants but this is the story about Shadow becomes a hedgehog so I won't talk about that
Darkness walks through the door and Smiles at you saying thanks and you say your welcome m'lady because you are classsy as FUICK. The two of you walk to the vinyl album rack and laugh because who likes records anymore ami right guys? Thjen you find the most perfect shirt ever but its a whole extra dollar more than you have but Darkness doesn't have any money and even when you asked everypony (I have to use everypony because its a pony story) for a dollar nobody would give you one. They are all just jealous of your swagggy black and red chain pants that make your dick look really big.
But it's okay because that's when your girlfriend comes in and she looks all pretty and stuf but really pretty. It's Fluttershy. Who isn't a rapist because raping is really bad guys please no rape see im trying to tell you all that rape is bad WAKE UP SHEEPLE Fluttershy looks so super cute and stuuf because she dyed her mane and taill all blue and pets a lot of bunnies and has Angel bunny with her all the time but he doesn't like to be called angel any more he like to be called DEMON but he isn't really a demon but that bunny is super strong.But not aS STrong as you because you work out all the time with the weights you got for 5 bucks at the good will.
As soon as Fluttershy walks in you instandly take off your shit and show off your massive tattoo that you got with her face on it with the blue hair and she swoons which I don't know what that means but i know it isn't fainting because you shouldn't faint in a hot topic because you but cut your self on the edge f a belt or something (sorry I think that one got too long so i brought it down to this line)
She stands there with her demon and says Hi
"Hi"
Your heart goes all a flutter but not like fluttershy more just like beating really fast and fluttershy can't beat her wings really fast because she isn't fast but you are helping to teacher her to be fast bnecause she skip[s school too but she is still a straight A student WHO DOESN'T RAPE PONIES
"Hi"
You choke out as you flex your super amazing pecks and your 12 pack abs It's funny because it's kimnda like your favorite pokemon Absol and he is a dark type and stuff. "I got you this." fluttershy says and holds out her paw to you that has a wicked super awesome fedora with black and red CHAINS AND OH MY GOD ITS SO AWESOME
"Thanks bitch" you say trying to sound all cool because you refuse to associate with all those fedora neckbeard betafags
I bet they write stupid fanfiction about dragonball z or something I mean goku is cool and stuff but he is so last year but all of it is better than CUTE PONIES BEING RAPED
She runs up on all four paws and kisses you really hard and you get the biggest dick expansion and she feels it and goes
"Hi"
No wait
"Is that your big dick?"
"Yeah. That's my big dick."
"Can I touch your big dick?"
"I dunno. Darkness can Fluttershy use her paws to touch my big dick.
(Holy shit guys I have the biggest dick right now)
"I think so I mean I don't mind as long as you don't mind if I like it because I am not cisgendered like you guys."
"It's okay I respect your opinion even if you do like tumblr."
"This is why we are the best friend."
You kiss fluttershy on the lips and everypony in the place claps like seals and it's funny but I'm not going to make a retard joke becuase that would be mean to retarded people.
Thats when you feel her tongue in your mouth and you freak out because you never made out before and you say
"Hi. I THINK WE ARE GOING TO FAST IN THIS RELATIONSHIP"
"But you are the fastest!"
Then everyone gasps and begins to chant.
"You're too slow."
"You're too slow."
"You're too slow."
"You're too slow."
A chill runs through your bones as Darkness laughs at you. You run as fast as you can but Darkness catches you and takes hold of you. The blood in your veins freezes as black and white surrounds you, your face in the dirt. It grabs you by the hair and pulls, splintering pain screaming through your head. Forcefully, it smashes your face into the ground with all of it's might and you feel warmth run out and escape through your nose. You scream for help but it falls on deaf ears.
Your face becomes more and more broken and disjointed as her laughs echo in your ears The bones in your nose begin to meld into your skull as they begin to grind into a pulp. You stand in your bedroom, and the razor is on the bed Grab it you taste the metal by slashing it over your tongue and it slices into two clean pieces.
Blood pours out of your mouth as you descend the stairs to your crying mother You kick her in the face and she falls to the ground, begging for your help. Begging for death you oblige by slashing her throat. The red liquid floods onto the shag carpet that you played on as a child.
Her cries fill the room, but nobody will save her You smile and unzip your pants There is no hope. You will all die Repent You are nothing to me Failures, all of you
Observer Name: Twilight Sparkle Date: August 14th, 1005th Year of the Sun Project: The Scientific Study of the Human, Anonymous
Introduction:
This begins a log of activities and experiments obeserved and moderated by practitioner Princess Twilight Sparkle. The subject of these proceedings, further referred to by the name of Anonymous, seems to be a mostly furless, bipedal creature that has named it's species 'Human.' His (I assume to be male.) [Author's Note: Confirmed. He says he is male.] [Author's Note 2: Still test if he is actually male.] method of reaching Equestria or how many more of these 'Humans' there are is currently unknown, however he is confirmed to be a carniverous creature. For the sake of the general public, he is considered to be a top secret person of interest and is to remain removed from society until he is deemed not a threat.
His current place of holding is beneath the Ponyville Castle, in a room that is locked from the outside. That is not to say that Anonymous is kept within a prison. The Ponyville Castle does not have a prison, so in lieu, my assistant in these experiments, Spike the Dragon, fitted the door lock on the other side, added a visual opening, and also installed a food slot on the bottom of the door. His room is adequately furnished with many books of the Equestrian world, it's species, it's laws, and it's history. It also has a bed, two lamps, two chairs, paper, pencils, and a pack of chewing gum. Did I mention that I added a copy of Daring Doo and the Crystal Chalice? I'm especially interested if he will-
I suppose details are not relevant to this observation.
To begin detailing this account, I will detail how I encountered this task. On August 1st, I was alerted by my assistant to a scroll from Princess Celestia to join her and Princess Luna in Canterlot for a meeting of Top Secret importance. Given the rarity of such requests, I flew to Canterlot in a hurry and refused to wait for the next train. This seemed to be met by surprise by the Princesses, who said I could have 'Taken my time'. Clearly another case where the student never fails to impress her teachers. They introduced me to the creature, who was currently left in a barred cell in the Canterlot Dungeons. Upon my first look, I mistook him for some sort of sickly, clothed Minotaur whom had lost their horns.
He seemed to be searching his nasal cavity for some sort of build up prior to the three of us coming within eyesight of the creature. He still viciously denies such an action. I take this to believe he is shamed by such an action, much like the children of Equestria are.
Oh, and I'm still purplexed by his fluent speaking of Equestrian. He claims that in his world, a land where Humans are as plentiful as Ponies, the language he speaks is called 'English'. This, Earth apparently has a massive untold history and culture that is vastly different than our own.
Celestia and Luna placed upon me the task to discern if this Anonymous was a threat to Equestria and to provide daily reports on my findings. Given the context of this paper, I have agreed to this task.
Day 0: August 14th
Under careful supervision of Royal guard and a private train car, the subject was transported from Canterlot to Ponyville by night. The transfer process was a success. There was one instance were I grew concerned that Anonymous attempted to escape through the use of a noxious, deadly gas. However, he said 'Excuse me' and I realized it was just a fart. I can take soliace that at least his gastrointestinal system is similar to that of a pony.
He was escourted to his new holding place with the guards. Upon seeing his new habitat, he seemed overjoyed to "have bedsheets and shit." It appears this creature has no issue using profanity in order to express his thoughts or desires. This may have to be trained out of him.
The door was closed and locked behind him as he moved to lay on his bed. Within moments, I heard sounds similar to snoring coming from within the chamber. If he was pretending to sleep, it was quite a convincing ruse. Never the less, I couldn't help but consider the same actions proper and end today's proceedings as well. The guards were sent home and observations for today were concluded. Proper examination begins tomorrow.
You stare in the mirror and crack your neck. Taking a deep breath, you let it out slowly.
"Okay. Just gotta help the new guys. I can do this. Then I can get back to work"
Stretching out your four hooves, you leave your office and head to the Halls of Writing. Infernal, Fifty and El Vato were interested in seeing how you make a story come to life. So, you figured you would indulge them. Why not?
You had a new story idea that you had been itching to write, so you might as well show them what your process is. The well worn path is familiar to you, but you feel odd having to write for someone else. Let alone three other writers.
As you enter the circular room, marked with doors of Stories past, you smile widely at the three tall gentlemen standing in the center of the room. One of them a simple Anonymous, with the skin that wore a different shade of Yellow every day. It's good to have a fellow Flutterdork around here.
You look to the next one, a simple lad that clearly needs to brush up on his Spanish. Not that you speak that ghastly taco language. Burritos are good though. You could probably eat burritos all the time. Shut up Priest, nobody likes your internal dialog.
Ugh.
The final gentleman wears his badge proudly, sporting a dragon with a fiery background. His stature and words are spoken nearly as if they were announced, with a confidence that addresses a nation. Or at least a handful of Anons.
"Hey guys, you ready for a treat today?"
The three nod in agreement, each wearing their own degree of excitement on their face.
"Yo hombre, where are you taking us?"
"You'll see. A bit of the old... and a little bit of the new," you carefully explain.
"Hey man, why do you have to be so cryptic all the time?" Infernal asks curiously.
"To make you ask the right questions," you calmly answer.
Thinking carefully, you concentrate on a door in the hall that sits way off in the distance. Instantly, the door is summoned from the archives and is placed firmly in front of you.
"Here we are. Our first stop," You happily answer.
Fifty looks over the doorway carefully and up at the sign on the door.
You hand wrote it yourself. It's pretty awesome, if you say so yourself.
"I can't read it."
"Yeah, your handwriting is terrible."
"Sloppy Hombre."
With a groan, you slap your face with a hoof.
"Just head inside, you should recognize it."
"Fine, fine..."
El Vato opens the door wide and steps inside.
Following the other two, you are instantly hit with the freezing cold and a much darker lighting.
"Jeez hombre. What is this?"
"Easy. Gentlemen, this is the cave from Trapped."
You extend a hoof and motion to the mouth of the cave, which is entirely covered in snow and the jagged rock walls. On the ground, in the center, is a single sleeping bag where a young teenage Cadance sleeps soundly next to a teenage Anonymous.
"Wooow," Fifty exclaims, looking around the room.
"Neat," Infernal says. "I remember this story. How did you get this idea?"
"It's actually really simple," You begin to explain.
Carefully, you focus on the surroundings and gently peel them away from your mind like a sticker on a shirt. The environment around the four of you slowly fades away, simply leaving Princess Cadance and Anonymous on a dark floor.
"I started with something simple. A moment in time. Something that people want or something that I want to capture."
Anonymous wraps an arm around Cadance and holds her closely. A feeling in your chest rises up, but you try to swallow it back down. It's not real, Priest. It will never be real.
"Then, I think of other moments around it."
Anon and Cadance sit up and talk peacefully, but no sound comes out, just as if some hit the mute button on the story.
"Sometimes it's a happy one, but the moments that readers remember the most are usually..."
The green faced man fades away from existence and Cadance looks around, frantically searching for where her human went. Slowly, a gravestone materializes where he once sat. Cadance's eyes grow wide and her mouth hangs open, her face contorted in pain and suffering. A silent scream sends chills up your spine. The broken princess crawls over to the hunk of rock with tears in her eyes and lays beside it, her body trembling with each tears running down her cheeks.
"The ones that they didn't want to happen."
The three gentlemen are silent, watching the broken mare with their mouths slightly open. Closing your eyes, you bring the scene back to life. Where Cadance stands is no longer a dark ground, but a hillside outside the cave, with a beautiful blue flower planted beside the rock. The sun shines and birds chirp as the snow around the mare has melted away some time ago.
Her cutie mark shines extra blue today, showing that while the world may be warm outside, a part of her heart was left in that cave, still frozen in time.
You sigh at the tragic ending you put your waifu through.
Shaking your head, you clear your throat.
"See?"
"I-I think so..." Says Fifty, still staring at the broken down pony in front of him.
"Uh, can we head somewhere else, Amigo?"
"Yeah... I'm not sure if I wanna feel this feel," Infernal says, looking away from the scene in front of him.
The door back to the hall reappears in the cave.
"Alrighty. Then I'll show you how I make a new story then."
With a smile, you head to the door and open it widely. You didn't want to be here any longer either. The three writers shuffle out quickly, as you look back at the Princess in Blue Ribbons. She sits up and wipes her tears.
"Why?"
You take a deep breath and bite your lip.
"Why did you do this to me?" Cadance chokes out to you.
Closing your eyes, you turn away from the story.
"I'm sorry."
That was the problem with characters. You can’t let them control you. You can’t make them too real. You can’t give them too much power. Who knows what would happen then?
You step back into the hall and close the door behind you.
"OKAY! New room! New room time! Let's do this! Okay!"
"Are you alright Priest?" Infernal asks.
"I'm GREAT! Let's do this. New door."
A fresh red door materializes in front of you and you smile at it.
"Alright everyone. Let's get this collab started."
Opening the door, the three make there way in and you close the door behind you. The door lifts away and you look around at the white empty space around you. A blank canvas.
You could go on and on about how a story is always the most beautiful in this form. Especially with it's limitless potential and endless chance for wonder. However, that would also mean that you would have to be artsy.
"I'll kick this off," You say with a smile.
Flapping your wings, that sit just outside your garment, you think carefully on the area around you. Let's go with... something like… This.
Trees shoot up out of the ground at an alarming rate.
Grass replaces the normally white ground and broken sticks scatter themselves along the ground. The surroundings is placed in the fall time and some of the trees are beginning to drop their leaves. A babbling brook sings a simple song in the near distance.
Then, you open your eyes to a beautiful blue sky with a few small fluffy white clouds shielding you from Celestia's harsh sun.
"Well, what do you think?" You ask.
"It's pretty detailed," says Fifty. "Not so much that it begins to get into too much detail, but enough to leave the mind to paint the rest of the picture."
"That's the idea."
"Hmm. I like it, but it needs one little thing," Infernal says.
Outstretching his hand, he points at a small clearing in the woods and a small campsite appears; complete with a four person tent, a campfire and supplies for everybody.
"Hey, you are getting pretty good at this!" You mention.
"Eh. Practice."
"Amigos, no es bueno."
"What?"
"Yeah!" Fifty says. "What could we possibly be missing?"
El Vato reaches into his backpocket and pulls out a pair of maracas.
With a gentle shake, a fresh plate of burritos appears near the campfire.
"How in the world did you know I loved my food spicy?" You exclaim after eating your fair share of the food.
"That was spicy?" Asks El Vato.
"Alright gentlemen, let's get down to business," FiftyShadesOfYellow states. "What do we do first Priest?"
You think carefully.
"Well, first I usually like to think of a moment I want to capture. What would you guys want to capture?"
The three look at each other, when Infernal clears his throat.
"Terror."
You look around at the forest you created. Huh.
You didn't see it that way before.
"Alright. Terror. So a horror story... now who do you want to be the enemy?"
Fifty raises his hand.
"You don't need to raise your hand Noob. We are all equals here."
He smiles shyly, then puts his hand down.
"Uhm... Fluttershy?"
"A good fall back... but honestly, Fluttershy has been done to death. Do we have any other ideas?"
Infernal looks to El Vato, then back to you.
"How about Zecora? That seems kinda fun."
You chuckle to yourself and press a hoof to the ground.
"If you think I am good at rhyming, you are solely mistaken. So let's find a different idea that hasn't been taken."
Infernal opens his mouth to speak, but El Vato cuts him off.
"I know! I know!"
Oh great. What's it going to be? A Chupacabra pony?
"How about, the fear of the unknown. Something unexplainable by the forces of man."
The three of you stare at El Vato.
"That. I don't know what that was, but I want more of that. That's genius. You crazy ass mexican! You are a god!" You exclaim.
"Wow."
"Awesome El Vato."
El Vato smiles.
"Like how madre's tacos gives the worst shi-"
"I'm going to act like you didn't say anything after the first part," You interrupt him.
He frowns and shakes his head.
"Okay. Terror and something we can't explain. Are we going to have it be Anon and a pony or the mane six?"
"Just Anon and Fluttershy would be cool," Infernal mentions.
"Awesome. Make them."
Infernal turns around and focuses on the area in front of him. He stares intently, but nothing happens.
"Well come on. We don't have all day mango."
"It's not working," Infernal says.
Fifty stands up, shaking his head.
"You just gotta focus harder."
The yellow colored Anon points at the ground and closes his eyes.
A silent moment passes. He opens his eyes.
"I can't do it either."
"Oh come on boys," You say standing up on your four hooves. "I know you are new, but this is absurd."
You flutter into the air with your wings and close your eyes. Just a typical Anon and Fluttershy. Anon is about six foot tall, wearing a stunning suit and Fluttershy is her typical shy self, but is madly in love with Anon. Easy as pie.
You open your eyes to an empty plane and three expectant writers.
What?
A sinking feeling sits at the bottom of your stomach. You close your eyes harder. Fluttershy. About three feet tall. Yellow pegasus with a long pink tail and flowing pink mane. Butterfly butt and stunning cyan eyes.
You imagine her voice in your head. 'Is thinking me into existance your fetish Anon?' You hear her chime. Opening your eyes, a orange leaf passes by your face.
Nothing.
You hit the ground and the world around you seems to spin. What's going on. You look to El Vato.
"Shake your maracas."
"W-what?"
"SHAKE YOUR GOD DAMN MARACAS!"
He pulls out his instruments and shakes them. All that is heard is the rustling of beads inside. You look to the other three and suddenly everything feels lot colder.
"This isn't right."
The writers look to you in fear.
"We aren't controlling the story anymore..." You explain.
Fifty begins to shake as Infernal takes a deep gulp. El Vato jumps up and looks around.
"We gotta hasta la vista!"
"Hold on, hold on."
The three look at you.
"We have to think carefully and not make any dumb mistakes. We are all in this together. First thing is that it's getting dark, even though it was morning ten minutes ago- Holy shit we are so fucked."
El Vato looks to the other two and back to you.
"Can we panic now?"
"NO! NO PANICKING!"
Clearly, the panicking in the other three intensifies. El Vato searches around hopelessly for some form of fence to climb over. Fifty curls into a ball and prays for his waifu. Infernal finds a big stick and puts himself on guard, waving it like a sword.
"ENOUGH."
They look back at you.
"Let's just go to bed. We don't know how this dream works, so don't think of -anything- in case it happens to become true."
The three nod and the four of you head into the tent and slip into your sleeping bags. With unease, the four of you close your eyes and try to sleep.
"Hey Priest."
"Yeah?"
"Is Lasagna actually un chica?"
Silence fills the tent.
"Shut the fuck up El Vato."
Your eyes close and you fade off to sleep.
The world feels... a little fuzzier to you. You rub your eyes, but nothing changes. Standing in the hall of stories, you see the other writers standing around you. A fancy ass looks up and down at your first story room ever and next to him is a massive cock and balls.
"What the hell is this shit?" A garden gnome pipes up.
"An Amnesia story?" The butt proclaims.
"OOOHHH MYY GOOOOOD!" The massive dick screams.
An oversized monkey picks up a turd it pooped onto the ground, and chucks it at the door of your room.
"I couldn't have said it any better Swift. This is absolutely terrible." A human, with blue hair that appears to be out of a video game, says.
"That's right Theseus. This is terrible. Whoever wrote it should kill themselves." The little snowdrop chimes.
You place your hands to your face as all of the hurtful words dig deep down into your soul. It's not real.
Your breathing increases it's pace as you hear their words piercing your side.
"A down right disgrace."
"Stay out of our thread."
You fall to the ground, as your hooves give away.
"Absolute shit."
"Kill yourself."
"None of you would say that... No..."
"Priest."
Your body shakes and trembles as tears form in your eyes.
"I'm a good writer. I can do this."
"Priest."
Your eyes close as you feel their bodies loom over you, their words ringing in your ears at a deafening pitch.
Then, silence. All you can hear is the sound of your heartbeat.
Ba-Thump.
Ba-Thump.
Ba-Thump.
"PRIEST!"
You awaken to a start in a cold sweat, breathing heavily and your eyes wide open.
"Priest, are you okay?"
You look to the other three, trying to catch your breath.
"Did... did you guys."
"Have a nightmare? Yeah... but you were -screaming- dude."
With a gulp, you wipe the sweat off your forehead with a hoof.
"We can't stay here anymore."
"What?"
"We can't. We have to go."
"But amigo, wouldn't we be safer if-"
"WE HAVE TO GO RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"
The other three look at you in fear. It's official. This is too spooky for you. Time to find a way out.
Each of you grab a flashlight and step out into the darkness of night, each using your torch to light the path in front of you.
You take a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Leading the way, you begin moving in a direction you chose off of a gut feeling.
You have to find the door and get everyone else out. There is no other choice. Just concentrate on your breathing.
Sticks and twigs break under your hooves as the campsite finally breaks away from site, leaving you in the dark foliage of the woods with the other writers.
You can do this Priest. Just keep calm. For them.
Act like you know what you are doing.
A snap of a twig five feet in front of you makes you jump and drop your flashlight from your mouth. Frozen in terror, you stare off into the blackness.
"Hey... guys?"
You turn around. Only darkness awaits your gaze behind you.
You turn around, picking the flashlight back up with your mouth. Where did they go? You shine the light around at the woods surrounding you.
Where the fuck did they go?!
A chill runs up your spine as you hear a twig snap behind you. That's it. Fuck this.
You sprint as fast as you can through the forest, moving at the quickest speed your four hooves will take you.
Drawing quick, rushed breaths, you dodge tree after tree to find some way out of this terrible place.
The feeling of two eyes pierced on your back pushes you to run even faster. You hear something off in the distance and you turn in that direction. It has to be something…
Something that can help you.
Anything.
As you get closer and closer, the trees begin to thin out. A tent made to house four people materializes, and a brook sings it's peaceful melody.
No… You can't.
You can't be back where you started.
Dropping the flash light, you turn in circles while hyperventilating.
Where is it?
The eyes, focused on you. Ready to attack at any moment.
"HELP! ANYBODY!" You scream out in vain.
You turn and see on the other side of the running water is a red door. With all your might, you sprint to the door and fumble your hooves on the door knob. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't even make it move. You turn with your back to the door.
"It's just a story..."
The air around you begins to feel colder.
"It... can't hurt me."
This door -will- open. Rearing your hind legs up in the air, you buck the door as hard as you can. It doesn't even budge. You collapse to the ground, covering your head in your hooves. This is it.
This is how it all ends. Your career in Flutterrape is over... and the other three writers are gone. You reach down and feel your garbs. Well. This is your only shot.
You might as well.
Closing your eyes, you put your hooves together. You focus your mind on the first Fluttershy. The first fetish guess ever. The first Flutterrape story ever written.
"If this is what you wish... so be it.."
A light click echoes through the world around you.
The chill disappears and the grass underneath you is now smooth. Opening your eyes, you look around. The room has returned to it's white state. You rise to your hooves, perplexed. Turning around, the red door is now wide open.
Stepping back out into the hall of stories, you look around. Swift seems to be in the Emotion Junkie world while Nebulus is sipping a cup of tea through his asshole.
Gross.
Turning around, you look at the door, which disappears into thin air. Yet for a brief second, you swear you saw something. A tall man, in a white Lab coat, pushing up a small pair of glasses, reading from a book.
No... not a book. It was too big to be a book. An [INDEX]?
A shiver runs down your spine and your sprint over to Nebulus.
"Nebby, have you seen the new three?"
"The new three? You mean El Vato, Fifty and Infernal?"
"Yeah! I went to show them a story and they just... disappeared."
Nebulus scoffs and shakes his head.
"Priest. You've been here long enough to know that writers come and go... they probably got bored and got back to their other lives."
You look around as Nebulus sips his tea.
"Maybe you're right."
You rub your forehead with a hoof.
"Maybe I'm just losing it."
Walking down the hall, you see a new door labeled with all of the other ones.
"The Glass Prison."
"A Collaboration between El Vato, InfernalDragonFlame, FiftyShadesOfYellow, Flutterpriest And Zer0."
