Neckbeard in Equestria 4

>The train. Finally.
>You board with school girl-clad Fluttershy and take special care not to catch your kimono in the doors.
>Everyone on the train stares at the two of you. Mouths agape and eyes widened…it’s obvious they’re impressed.
>You hope they don’t think you’re with Fluttershy, you want to seem available.
Flutter-chan, don’t embarrass me! And back off, I want to be untethered in front of these babes.
>You shoot a couples mares a look; they know they want it…no matter what their faces say.
>You find your seat. It’s empty…maybe that’ll help.
>You squeeze your gelatinous body into the small pony seats. Fluttershy is behind you fidgeting her hooves.
>”Uhm, Anonymous…d-do you need any help?”
>Sweat forms on your oily brow from struggling to fit your body inside; you greasy bangs clinging to your skin.
>”An-non…?”
>You whip around,
What, Flutter-chan? What?
>She points to your pocket, “M-maybe you could use some of your snack?”
>Duh!
Good thinking, Flutter-chan.
>You dig into your pocket for a few minutes and produce a half-melted stick of butter, sans one large bite.
>Breakfast.
>You peel back some wrapper and lube up your sides as you slowly slip into place.
Ah! Much better.
>Fluttershy takes a seat across from you.
>”Y-you smell good…better than before in fact!”
>Maybe Rarity loves the smell of baked goods. Maybe it’s her fetish? Better try everything to make sure.
>The train ride progresses. Fluttershy tries to make small talk with you. Something about being alone every night in her big empty bed and needing someone to help clean up her fluids.
>You reminded her to get in touch with Dash; why are gay people so stupid?
 >The train stops, finally at Canterlot.
>You haven’t been here since you arrived in Equestria, treated as some sort of royal guinea pig.
>You emerge from the car, greeted by royal guards and a red carpet. They must be really glad you came.
>”Oh, Anonymous! This is very lavish! Thank you for bringing me!”
Yeah whatever. Let’s get inside and try to find Rarity.
>The palace is massive, and beautifully decorated. Not like the thatched roof-style Japanese ones of the Tokigawa-era, but pretty good for ponys…you guess.
>Everyone is dressed in lavish outfits, although none of them rival yours.
>Not really a shock though…some people can’t be as creative as you.
>You have yet to find your gem in this sea of mediocre ponys.
>Only one of them deserves your two-day seed stockpile.
>You walk up to a mint pony in the middle of a conversation. You tug on her dress,
Excuse me, do you know where Rarity is? She’s white and really hot.
>”Err…n-no…sorry.”
>She scoffs and goes back to her conversation.
>What a bitch.
>The party gets underway as Princess Celestia appears to thank all the ponys for attending. In the distance of the ball room, you see your love.
Rarity. I must have her.
>You push and shove through everyone to get to your soul mate.
Rarity! I’m coming!
>Then suddenly…you feel gravity take over.
>Things move in a quick rush as the floor grows nearer.
>Everything goes black as stars fly in the darkness.
>You wake up and-
>YOUR HEAD. It feels like you’ve had your head sat on.
>You find yourself if a room; a well-decorated room.
>It’s poorly lit…very hard to make anything out.
H-hello?
>You call out, but nothing. Your voice echoes faintly in the room.
>You get up, noticing your kimono has a tear in it.
FUCK!
>You must have fallen in front of everyone.
>This sucks ass. You can’t impress your lady or anyone else with a ripped kimono. That’d just look silly.
>You sit back down on the comfy bed. It is a deep blue with moon-shaped pillows and a jeweled canopy.
>With head in hands, you ponder. Was this even meant to be? How did you get here?
>Behind you, “Hello, Anon.”
>You whip around, there’s a figure lying in the bed next to you.
Wh-who’s there?
>”You mean, you don’t remember my voice?
>You hear the covers shifting as the pony moves closer to you.
>You squint hard in the blackness to make out the identity of the female pony.
>”It’s me, Anonymous!”
>Wat.
>The room lights up in moonlight.
>Her face is revealed.
>It’s her.
>The younger sister. The brace-faced, weeaboo moon princess. Luna.
>Here we go again.
>”Anonymous! Finally! You’re back in my room!”
>The lights turn on halfway, you expect Marvin Gaye to start playing.
>Luna moves in a seductive crawl closer towards you.
L-L-Luna! What are you doing?
>You start to get worried. You haven’t seen Luna since you stayed at Canterlot castle…many months ago.
>”Oh, Anon!”
>She flings herself at you, wrapping her arms around her neck and lets out a squeak,
>”I’ve missed you oh so much, Anonymous! I’ve been reading your comics and I’ve even been working on my own to tie into yours!”
>Comics? Luna fanon?
Luna, wait!
>”Nay, Anonymous! I have waited much too long for you to return to me; now that you’re here…we will have the most fun of our lives together!”
>Could she have…become obsessed with you?
>Surely not.
Uhh, thanks I suppose…
>You’ve never been in Luna’s chamber before.
>Her room is decorated with ponime figures and terrible OC drawings. Her book shelves are packed with yaoi and how-to draw books.
>There’s dirty clothes shoved into the corner and an assortment of snack cakes on the night stand and incense burning on the dresser.
>”D-do you like it, Anonymous? I’ve been reading all of your work, and I absolutely love it.”
>You guess your work has been making its way around Equestria.
>”Oh, Anon…with you by my side, we will create the most wondrous universe through our art and writing.”
>Her eager smile showing her shiny braced teeth.
>You’re hesitant…for obvious reasons.
Where’s Rarity?
>”Oh, don’t worry about her, Anonymous…she’s in one of the guest rooms with a few stallions. Something about wanting to be drowned in a sea of white. Any idea what she meant by that, Anonymous?”
>Gross.
>The party in the ball room winds down, but you and Luna really hit it off. Sure she’s the uglier sister, the nerdier princess, the uncleanly weeaboo, but she’s really more like you in every way.
>When she laughs, she gasps loudly and snorts. In a way, it’s really cute.
>Rarity isn’t what you thought. You gave her plenty of shots to be with you and she never picked up on them you guess.
>You wouldn’t call Luna your girlfriend; far from it.
>You prefer…
>Waifu.
>You could move into the castle and do some much-needed decorating: tapestries, kanji characters, chop sticks.
>And for now, it seems, your lesbian companion, Fluttershy, is off your back.
>Time to eat tempura…
>With lovely Luna.