A Helping Hand P13 - Finale

>You are Anonymous, the sole human in Equestria.
>And tonight was the night that everything would be set right.
>You walk home from Sugarcube Corner. Pinkie really didn’t need your help, but it was nice to have some company that wasn’t trying to rape you, or any other things.
>Pinkie Pie was a true bro.
>For the first time, you didn’t talk about you and Rarity. You didn’t mention the scene at the door in the morning, and you didn’t mention Fluttershy at all.
>Instead of depressing nonsense, you talked about food, and how you ate differently on Earth. Instead of rape, you talked about Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake. You used to babysit when you were young.
>Absolutely nothing stressful, finally.
>Your stride is slow and deliberate as you make your way through the marketplace, the orange of the sunset washing over the quaint town.
>This was Ponyville, and you think you can finally call this place home.
>You push open the door and you’re quickly apprehended by the icy fingers of Rarity. You’d like to say that you’ve gotten used to the pain, but that’d be a lie. It still burns like you just touched dry ice.
>Ho boy, here we go again.
>”Anonymous, you’re late! And of course you’re late…you don’t care about looking good at all. I don’t even know how you eve dress yourself sometimes and…”
>You grab her tail as she levitates you through the boutique toward her sewing room, causing her to drop you.
”RARITY.”
>She looks to you, shocked.
“CALM DOWN.”
>You let go of her tail and approach her slowly.
“It’s a small get together, with our closest friends, who really don’t care what we wear. It’s not like we’re visiting the Princess.”
>”But…Anonymous…if we go together and Pinkie knows…we…”
“Rarity. Please just…relax.”
>She slumps on to a couch, closing her eyes and sighing.
>”Anon…I’ve never shown off any of my…special somep0nies. Not even to Sweetie Belle. And I certainly have never loved one…I’m just…nervous is all.”
>You sit down next to her and put your hand on her back, gently petting her soft coat.
>It seems to calm her down a bit.
“Rarity?”
>She looks to you.
“I’ve never had somebody to love. Hell, I’ve never been with anyone. You’re my first.”
>She looks to you, shocked, but blushing.
>”Surely you…I mean…you’re not even a pony and you managed win me over, if that means anything to you.”
>You grin.
>”Well you’re not too bad looking, for a pony.”
>She scoffs at you, and walks over to her makeup mirror, beginning to powder herself.
>”Anonymous, I’m going to let you dress yourself, today, but you had better not disappoint me.”
>You shake your head at her. She’s a crazy pony.
>But she’s yours.
>You head upstairs and throw off your clothes in a heap, stepping into the bathroom.
>A sack is laying on the counter, with your name on a small slip of paper stuck to it.
>Hm.
>You rifle through the sack and pull out the contents.
>A small bottle of bodywash. You take a sniff. Oh wow that’s like sticking a vanilla bean up your nose. Good god.
>Another outfit, eh?
>The ensemble is a purple vest, patterned with lilies, over a black pinstripe short sleeved dress shirt.  The slacks, while plain and black, are made of the softest damn fabric you’ve ever felt.
>At the bottom of the bag is a pair of shiny blue boxer-briefs. You pull them out and they’re even softer than the pants.
>You start to imagine how it’d feel against your boys but stop yourself as you begin to salute, again.
>You shake your head from the images of Rarity. Or well, you try.
>It does not work.
>You sigh, and step into the shower.
>You turn on the water and just enjoy the warmth against your body, attempting to relax.
>You even use the vanilla body wash. Sure enough, it has bits of vanilla bean in it.
>You try and take your time on your hair and skin. Perhaps you could impress Rarity.
>Doubtful.
>You step out of the shower after a few minutes and towel off.
>Goddamn your skin is soft now.
>You slip on the boxers, and they hug your balls gently, like a warm hug.
>Your shaft, still erect, sticks out of the top of your waistband.
>An awkward tuck is in order.
>You slip on the other pieces and look at yourself in a mirror.
>You are looking fucking SWEET bro.
>You head downstairs and look around for Rarity.
>No sign of her, but you know she didn’t leave.
>You just sit on her chaise lounge in her sewing room and twiddle your thumbs.
>Goddamn why were you so nervous?
>It was just a party, right?
>Yeah, it was the first time that you’ve been seen with Rarity in front of all of her friends…but…
>You twiddle your thumbs faster.
>Suddenly a changing room door swings open and out steps Rarity.
>Your jaw drops.
>A black dress tightly hugs her frame, adorned with pearls and glittering with black crystals. Towards her flank, it balloons into a skirt, sheer and shimmering with glitter. She has also done her hair in an up-do, her once flowing curls now bound into tight squiggles. A dazzling tiara of silver and blue accent the ensemble, complete with matching earrings and even a choker.
>Not to mention how absolutely stunning she has made herself with her magic makeup.
>Your boner threatens a hole in your new boxers.
>”Well, Anon, how do I look?”
“A…absolutely gorgeous...but aren’t we both a little overdressed?”
>”Nonsense, Anon, this isn’t even the best I could do. I simply can’t be seen for the first time in front of my friends looking like…”
>You can feel the rage building yet again.
>You cut her off.
”Take it off.”
>She looks at you, stunned.
>”I…I beg your pardon?”
>”Take. It. Off. All of it. If you’re too goddamned embarrassed to be seen with me normally, then what the fuck chance do we have?”
>Your words bite at her like acid, causing her to visibly cringe.
>”I…I just…I don’t want them to think wrongly of me…and…”
“Rarity, damnit, you don’t have to dress up for me. I like you how you are. Please, just…be yourself.”
>She smiles softly, and slowly walks back into the changing room.
>This was going to be far more difficult than you had anticipated.
>Soon, she steps out of the room avoiding your gaze shyly.
>She looks normal, her hair and coat still immaculate. Her makeup simple, but perfect. She looks as she does every day, but to you she is still ravishing.
>”I hope you’re happy, Anonymous, that was a one of a kind dress ensemble. You probably won’t see it on me ever again.”
>She’s trying to threaten you, but all you do is walk over to her and kiss her on the forehead.
”Come on, we’re probably already late.”
>”I always arrive fashionably late, Anon. You should know that by now.”
>She smiles warmly and the two of you step out the door.
>It is already nightfall, and everyp0ny in Ponyville is likely fast asleep. A cool autumn breeze flows throughout the town.
>You put your hand on her neck and pull her close to you.
>Despite being late, you’re definitely not in a hurry.
>The two of you walking under the blooming night sky, the air all aquiet with sounds of nature.
>You’re not going to lie.
>You are not looking forward to this party, despite it marking not only the end of estrus, but you and Rarity’s little confession.
>The main reason was, of course, Fluttershy.
>You sigh and look down at Rarity. You can tell she’s a little nervous as well. The both of you are walking so deliberately slow that it’s almost difficult to match pace.
>Finally, you reach Sugarcube Corner, and the both of you stop in front of the door. The lights and sounds within let you know that you’re missing out.
”Hey Rar.”
>”Yes, Anon?”
“I’m terrified.”
>”Me too, darling.”
>You both sort of stand in front of the door awkwardly.
>Well, here goes nothing.
>You go to push open the door, but it swings open wldly.
>”Oh my gosh I didn’t think you guys would make it!”
>Pinkie stands in the doorway, excited as ever.
”Hey Pinkie, sorry we’re late.”
>”It’s no problem Anon, come on in!”
>”Did you start without us, Pinkie?” Rarity pipes up.
>Pinkie immediately hands her a mug of cider, grinning.
>”Of course not, silly billy. I know how much you like your cider.”
>You send a disappointing glace to Rarity as she gulps down the cider happily. She doesn’t notice.
>Tonight might end up being a long night.
>You walk inside and the bakery itself is closed down, save for a keg of cider and a few mugs set up on the counter.
>Soft dance music is being played from upstairs.
>”Come on, everyp0nys been waiting for you!” She says as you bounces up the stairs.
>The two of you walk up the stairs into Pinkie’s room.
>Sure enough, the rest of the mane 6 are sitting around in a sort of circle on a bunch of colorful pillows.
>They seem to be smiling and chatting amongst each other. You were worried this was going to be a crazy party.
>Come on, a crazy party? With ponies?
>”Oh hey, look it’s Anon!” Twilight pipes up, noticing your entrance.
>”And Rarity! Hey guys I didn’t think you’d make it”, Rainbow this time.
“Yeah, I mean I’m not much of a party person…”
>Pinkie cuts you off.
>”How can you not be a party person? Do you not like fun? Is that what it is?”
>She’s literally in your face now.
>”Calm down, dear, he just means that he’s rather shy, is all.” Rarity to your defense.
>You take a seat on one of the pillows, and Rarity completes the circle.
“So uh, what do you guys do at parties?”
>”Well usually we play games and stuff, but since this is the end of estrus party, we usually just kind of hang out, drink, and celebrate another year of being foal-free.” Pinkie replies.
>”Pinkie you’re not even old enough to bear a foal.” Twilight pipes up.
>”..that doesn’t mean I don’t want one…”
>Her ears droop in sadness.
“Shucks, Pinkie, we all know you’d make a great mom. Ya just gotta give it time.”
>This causes her to blush.
“So, what, you guys can only get…uh…pregnant during Estrus?”
>”That’s right Anon. It’s the only week out of the year that we’re fertile enough to bear foals.”
“You kind of failed to mention that, Twilight.”
>You shoot a glance at Fluttershy, but her demeanor doesn’t change. She’s been awfully quiet too…
>”Why does it matter Anon? Don’t humans go through Estrus too?”
>You see Rarity’s ears pop up in excitement, as she downs another gulp.
“Eh…not exactly. I mean, female humans have a sort of Estrus like period called a…well it’s called a period and uh…yeah. Human females go through estrus too.”
>You leave it at that. You didn’t want to feed them false information, anyway.
>You didn’t know SHIT about human women, anyway.
>Twilight takes out a quill and paper and jostles down some notes.
>”So…Anon…uh I know this is kinda a strange question, but…didja ever breed back on yer world?”
>You look at Applejack with a puzzled look.
“Uh, no, I’ve never even had a girlfriend.”
>The five of them look at you with a shock. Rarity just looks at you.
“…yeah. I’m kind of terrible with women. I admit it.”
>You look to Rarity, and she nods no to you.
>You sigh. This was it, wasn’t it?
>”That was until I came here. Now it seems all of my friends are women…”
>You can see Rarity shaking her head frantically. Applejack and Pinkie are starting to smile at you. Fluttershy remains pretty blankfaced.
>That’s fucking creepy, stop.
>”…and I just happen to live with a rather beautiful one.”
>Your own words cause you to blush stupidly. Rarity has turned away and tries to avoid your gaze.
>But she cannot avoid the other 4. Check, that, 3. Minus Flutters, who kind of hangs in the back, hiding in her mane.
>Wait, is she crying?
>You steel yourself. That doesn’t matter right now.
”Go ahead, Rarity. Tell them.”
>She looks at you, then at her friends, then at you again. She is panicked.
>A moment of silence occurs, her friends all gathered around her smiling.
>”...damnit Anon…” She whispers under her breath, her cheeks now a deep pink.
>”I…we are…he is…” She stumbles over her words cutely.
“She’s my special somep0ny.”
>They all immediately tackle Rarity, and somehow you get dragged into the pile of ponies.
>”OHMYGOSHIAMSOHAPPYFORYOUTWO”
>”It’s about darn time, Rarity!”
>”That’s so wonderful for you both!”
>”I always knew you were a ladykiller, Anon.”
>Rainbow, you will never let me live that kiss down, will you?
>After a moment, the bustle sort of dies down and they start interrogating Rarity about you.
>You are humble requested to go elsewhere for a moment.
>You decide to go talk to Fluttershy, who has been pretty off-putting this whole time.
>You already got that first obstacle out of the way without anyone noticing the Italian cuisine amongst the floor.
>You walk over to her, and sure enough, she’s crying.
”Hey…” You say to her kneeling down next to you.
>No response. She hides in her mane and turns away from you.
”Fluttershy…what’s wrong?”
>”I…I…I…just wanted…wanted…you…to love me…” She whispers through the tears, barely audible.
”…look…Fluttershy…I’m willing to look past everything…”
>She looks to you, surprised.
”…and be friends again.”
>Her ears droop a little, but she sniffles a bit and stops crying.
>”I’d like that Anon…” She says, hugging you.
>You hug her back, and despite the bad feelings you’re still trying to get rid of, the hug helps you as well.
>Finally, this whole catastrophe can be over.
>You can be happy.
>You pull back and she’s smiling again.
”Now why don’t we join the others and see if we can make tonight something to remember?”
>She smiles wider, and the two of you go to join the Rarity huddle.
>”Have the two of you…ya know…done it yet?” Rainbow inquires as you approach.
>Rarity catches you approaching and you can see she’s feeling very overwhelmed by all of this.
>She’s not nearly drunk enough.
>You laugh to yourself.
>Just as planned.
“No, we haven’t, Rainbow. Now…I thought this was supposed to be a party?”
>Pinkie’s head does a full 180 to look at you, her face the happiest she’s been all night.
>Goddamn that’s creepy.
>She jumps into the air and balloons fly out of her from…somewhere.
>The night goes on peacefully. The seven of you play pin the tail on the pony, and apparently Rainbow has to cheat to win at simple games.
>Fluttershy tells you all about how happy she is that winter is around the corner and how she can’t wait for all of the new animals.
>Applejack is disappointed because there’s nothing to harvest in Winter, and she’s still single, despite having many dates. You are amused that the first thing on her mind was farming.
>Twilight just goes on about how much research she’s had to do on Estrus, like she does every year. The Princess seemed especially insistent on observing you, as well.
>That made you shiver a little.
>You’d only met Celestia once, and she was terrifying.
>Pinkie brings out a cake she’d made for the occasion. You never really liked cake, but you ate some to make her happy, and were pleasantly surprised. A lemon poppyseed cake. Who knew?
>Rainbow keeps glancing over at Fluttershy while the others are talking, and you keep giving her little grins. This causes her to blush. It is amusing.
>Truth or dare comes up, and you can tell Rarity is already pretty lit up. She leans her head on your shoulder and traces your leg idly with a hoof.
>Your boner responds, unfortunately.
>Good thing you tucked it against your leg, or it’d be poking out someone’s eye right now.
>You all sit in a circle, and the rest of the ponies seem to be hitting the cider rather hard. Everyone but Fluttershy.
>And even though you’re not drinking at all, you’re starting to feel awfully warm. You take off the vest and unbutton one of the buttons.
>You catch the others staring and you just glare.
”What, it’s warm in here.”
>Pinkie giggles at you, as Rarity has started kissing your leg randomly.
>Oh my god why can’t I hold all these erections.
“Rarity, quit it, there’s people watching,” you whisper to her.
>”But don’t you enjoy that, darling?” She says without skipping a beat, nuzzling your waistline gently.
>You gulp. You didn’t make it that obvious did you?
>”Okay, I’ll go first.” Twilight says, putting a hoof to her chin in thought.
>”…Anon…truth or dare?”
>She would call on you first.
>Fine.
“Dare.”
>She grins.
>”I dare you to kiss Rarity…in front of all of us!”
>She says it with a dramatic flair at the end, like what she said was something oh-so-risque.
>The rest of the ponies look at you with bated breath.
>Rarity is looking up at you, lusty eyed.
>It is getting rather warm in here, isn’t it?
>Welp.
>You bend down a land a soft kiss on Rarity’s lips, cradling her in your hands dramatically.
>She moans lightly into the kiss, and blood surges to your penis.
>Gasps are heard all around. You can hear Twilight frantically writing something.
>You pull back, Rarity is panting, your boner is unavoidable, and everyone else is staring.
>”Rarity, I thought ya said you hadn’t done it yet!” Applejack pipes up, surprised.
>You fidget in an effort to hide your erection.
“We haven’t, Applejack. We’ve just…uh…”
>”What happens in the bedroom is none of your concern, Applejack.” Rarity quips.
>Pinkie is still staring. You can see little hearts in her eyes.
”Eh…hehe.”
>Your spaghetti is showing something awful.
>”Well, Anon, it’s…um…your turn now.”
>Moment of truth number…four?
>”Rainbow Dash…truth or dare?”
>Her face lights up.
>”Like I’d ever back down from a dare!” She flaps into the air heroically.
>Cute.
>”Okay. Then I dare you to spend 7 minutes in heaven with…Fluttershy.”
>They all look at you like you’re nuts.
>”Uh, human game. You spend 7 minutes in the dark with someone else and…uh…shenanigans?”
>Bluefast’s face turns rather rosy and looks at you, her magenta eyes wide as if to ask you “why?”
>You answer, why not?
>”So? What’s the problem Rainbow?”
>Fluttershy cocks her head at you. She, too, is confused.
>”C…come on Fluttershy. I don’t know why Anon is being weird tonight…”
>”Uh…um…okay…”
>Rainbow halfway drags Fluttershy into Pinkie’s closet. You walk up to it and lock it. Why did this door have a lock when not even your bedroom door had one?
>You are now Rainbow Dash.
>And what the HAY is wrong with Anon? Why did he do this to you?
>You scratch your hoof idly as Fluttershy just sort of stands across from you.
>He KNOWS you like Fluttershy…so what; does he want you to engage in sloppy makeouts with her?
>That’s not like him.
>Wait a second.
>He did say for you to make sure Fluttershy doesn’t do anything stupid.
>Maybe that’s what he means?
>”Hey…Fluttershy.”
>She looks up at you.
>God she’s cute.
>”…Anon wanted me to talk to you.”
>She cocks her head.
>”Ab…about what?”
>”Well…he’s worried you…you see…well he told me what happened.”
>She takes on a sterner look. Since it’s Fluttershy, you’re actually kind of worried.
>”…and what you did was totally not cool. He doesn’t know about how we get when Estrus rolls around and you took advantage of him. And then you tried to hurt him and Rarity!”
>”So?”
>Well you certainly didn’t expect that.
>”What do you mean, so! She’s our friend! And we’re supposed to be nice to them. So what if Rarity likes monkeyboy, that doesn’t mean it’s wrong. They like each other. Just leave them alone.”
>”He’s mine, Rainbow Dash.”
>She lowers her eyes and grows an evil grin.
>Oh no not this.
>”He will be mine, and there is nothing you or anyone else can do about it.”
>You feel yourself cowering into the corner as she uses The Stare on you.
>”I will have my happy ending.”
>You spend the rest of the dare cowering from the pony you thought you had a crush on. You thought she was supposed to be the kind one. The shy one.
>You are now Anon, and you open the door smiling.
>The smile breaks once you see Rainbow slowly flitter out of the door.
>The look on her face is one of someone who just had their fears realized.
>Followed by Fluttershy, walking slowly, but just as demure as ever.
>What the heck did you just do?
>The other ponies just look at you like you’re crazy.
>”Anon…uh…what was the point of that game?” Pinkie asks.
“…nevermind guys. Anyone have a better idea?”
>”I do…if…if that’s okay with everyone.”
>Fluttershy?
>She rifles through a small sack next to her and pulls out a little sack.
>”I…I thought since this was a special day…that…”
>She reaches in the bag and pulls out a little white tablet.
>”…we should celebrate.”
>The other ponies eyes light up, especially Rarity, who actually pulls her head off of yours.
>Thank god. Your boner was visibly making a wet spot on your trousers now.
>They all sort of scramble over to Fluttershy.
“Hey wait a second what the heck is going on guys.”
>Fluttershy is staring at you.
“Uhhhh…guys?”
>”What, Anon, you’ve never had salt before?” Twilight pipes up, her and the rest of the ponies with little white tabs in their hooves. Rarity had two, apparently.
>WAT
“Salt? You mean…sodium chloride? Like salt and pepper, salt?”
>”Yeah. Salt. Didn’t they have salt in your world?”
>They all pop the pills in their mouths simultaneously.
>Rarity shows you hers on her tongue before slowly pulling it into her mouth, licking her lips.
>What the fuck is going on.
>They all sit back down, smiling like idiots.
>”Guys?”
>Suddenly, Pinkie starts giggling to herself, her irises shrinking and her body shaking a little. She flops on to a pillow and sort of spaces out.
“Uh…”
>Rainbow Dash soon follows, swatting at the air in front of her with her hooves as if trying to hit an imaginary fly.
“Hey uh…”
>Applejack sits exactly as she was. Completely still. Her eyes are as small as pinpricks.
“Hey…”
>Twilight is frantically writing something, page after page after page somehow materializing from thin air.
“Rarity what in the world…”
>She’s beside you, passed out. Oh well that’s actually kind of normal. She’s not shaking or anything crazy.
>”Anon.”
>Fluttershy.
>She walks up to you, smiling and her eyes lidded slightly.
>You were afraid this was going to happen.
”Look, I told you to knock it off, okay. What did you do to them?”
>She giggles mischievously.
>”I didn’t do anything, Anon. They just like salt. And I happened to have some.”
“Salt? What in the world are you talking about?”
>”Salt. It’s a drug. It’s amazing. It makes everything better…”
>She pops one into her own mouth now.
>Her irises go small.
>”I will have my happy ending.”
“Fluttershy, go away. There’s nothing you can do to make me  like you like that.”
>”I don’t want to make you like me…I WANT TO MAKE YOU LOVE ME.”
>She yells, charging at you.
>She catches you flat footed and you fall to the ground with her on top of you.
>She has her hooves on your shoulders. The look on her face is manic. Crazed. Her baby blue eyes are mere pinpricks.
>”Fluttershy get off of me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
>”Oh Anon, you won’t ever hurt me. You’re going to love me, and we’ll finally be together…especially after I have your foal.”
>WHAAAT
>You struggle to get her off of you. Even though she’s light, she has you relatively pinned. Rarity is right by your legs and you don’t want to thrash out and hurt her.
>”Fluttershy, I’m not a pony. Just stop this and get off of me.”
>You have to try and be reasonable. You’ve already caused enough stress by overreacting.
>”That doesn’t matter Anon. Not with this.”
>She pulls out a thin purple needle and grins widely.
>What the fuck is that
>You panic, flailing about, trying to jostle her off of you.
>She darts forward and the needle pierces your neck.
>You stop struggling.
>You fall limp to the floor.
>You can feel your body beginning to shake.
>Your vision blurs and your mind feels like its melting.
>Fresh blood surges violently to your boner, it bulges painfully against your pants.
>You need to fuck.
>You have to fuck.
>What is here to fuck.
>You quickly tear off your pants and throw off your underwear, your erection massive and swollen purple.
>You need to fuck.
>Almost on cue, a yellow pony plants herself on your cock and you accept the invitation.
>YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
>Your nails dig into her flank as you pound into her. An odd blue fluid running down your fingers as she moans loudly.
>You think she’s trying to say something to you.
>Doesn’t matter.
>You need to fuck.
>This is what you need to do.
>You don’t even notice when she floods your member with the juices of an orgasm.
>It’s not your own.
>It doesn’t matter.
>You are close.
>Suddenly, your fucktoy is thrown off of you wildly, a pair of white hooves landing against the yellow one’s head violently.
>Another fucktoy.
>YES.
>You stand and pivot, looking down at the purple haired one.
>She tries to say something but you push her to the ground, and roll her on to her back, pinning her shoulders.
>You insert yourself into her abruptly, but her marehood is already well lubricated.
>This one feels better.
>She wraps her hind legs around your waist, moaning loudly.
>THIS ONE WANTS IT.
>You thrust into her madly.
>You put your mouth over her neck and bite down hard.
>YES
>YESSSSSSSSSSSSS
>With a final thrust you push yourself deep inside of her and spill your seed into her womb.
>You collapse on top of her, spent.
>You are now Rarity.
>You woke up from your salt high to see Fluttershy raping Anon.
>Of course that bitch would give us all salt.
>Ponies can’t resist salt.
>What a clever conniving motherbucker.
>So you did what sounded natural and bucked her stupid ass in the head.
>You were impressed, it managed to not only launch her off of Anon, but knock her out as well.
>But then.
>Then Anon tackled you to the ground.
>Oh god his musky scent was intoxicating.
>So what if he was being a bit rough.
>It was about Celestia-damned time that he rutted you.
>None of this beating around the bush nonsense.
>So you let him have his fun.
>And it was glorious.
>You loved feeling his magic pour into you. You wish you could taste it again…
>You moan lightly, and look to him, collapsed on top of you.
>You nudge him with a hoof
>No response.
>That’s odd.
>You shine your horn and attempt to levitate him, but your magic simply doesn’t affect him. You try again, but nothing happens.
>”Anon? Are you okay?”
>You lift up his head with your hooves and…his eyes are still open.
>You recoil in horror.
>He isn’t breathing.
>End Helping Hand