A Helping Hoof P10

>A sudden knock at your door wakes you.
>Wait, you fell asleep?
>Well that’s fine; you were tired from the transportalization and pretty damn stressed.
>”Anonymous, are you awake?”
>Oh, it’s her.
>Well who else would it be, really?
“Yeah, come on in.”
>You roll yourself to the side of the bed and stretch, wiping your eyes.
>Looking through the door as Crystal enters, you see it’s night.
>”I brought you some food. I take it you’re probably pretty famished from your trip.”
>Sure enough, she’s holding a tray of food for you.
>She walks over to the bed and sets the tray down on your lap.
>A bowl of some thick brown liquid, a hunk of bread, and some dried fruit.
>”It’s not a lot, but…we’re kind of isolated from society and whatever.”
>She points at the soup as you gauge it warily.
>”It’s got meat in it, so you know. I asked what of, but they didn’t tell me. That could be for the best.”
>She laughs to herself and sits next to you.
>You poke at the soup with the supplied spoon.
>Sure enough, brown chunks float amidst the vegetables.
>Your mouth salivates as your brain tries to tell you to stop.
>It fails.
>You grab up the bowl and start devouring the hearty ‘whatever’ stew with gusto.
>You remind yourself to chew.
>It is meat.
>Glorious, chewy and unidentifiable meat.
>Crystal just laughs at your Goku-level eating, shoveling bread and stew in your mouth as fast as you possibly  can without choking.
>Meat.
>”I’m glad you liked it. I don’t really eat meat but I figured you missed it. And well…that’s part of the reason we’re all outcasts here. Meat’s illegal unless it’s sanctioned by the Princess or what-the-heck-ever.”
>Heck.
>She’s adorable.
>She flips her hair out of her eyes.
>”Stupid Princess.”
>You nod, a mouthful of bread impeding your talkability.
>”Actually…I’ve been meaning to ask. What do you have against the Princess? What happened to you? If you don’t mind, I mean.”
>You swallow your last bite, and set the trayful of empty dishes on the floor.
“That was good by the way.”
>You rub your eyes and sigh lightly.
>You really didn’t want to have to do this again.
>The whole backstory thing.
“Crystal…can…can I just sort of summarize it for you? I’ve really been through hell and I’d rather not relive all that in my head just yet.”
>She blinks at you, confused.
>”Uh…I guess so?”
>You tell her of how you were found by Rarity, mentioning the arrest by Celestia. You then go into your adjusting to society. Then you mention the massage thing, and that part seems to make her green eyes light up.
“Uh…I’m not trained or anything, if that’s what you’re asking. I’m just kind of a perv who likes to rub on women. Or ponies too I guess.”
>”Oh…uh…don’t tell me you uh…”
>She seems to be blushing now, a slight pink tingeing her pale cheeks.
“J-just let me tell the story alright.”
>Well, you were about to admit to another human that you like to fuck horses.
>It’s like this life was made to mock you.
>You then mention how you were starting to form a crush on Rarity, and seemingly her, you. Then you bring up the Fluttershy incident.
>”You were…wait you say you were raped but…all she did was blackmail you? So you didn’t actually HAVE to have sex with the Technicolor horse?”
>You freeze up.
>SHIT WAIT SHE’S TOTALLY RIGHT
“I…uh…”
>Game over.
>You slump a little.
>”Hey no, wait it was a joke Anon. Jeez.”
>She puts a hand on your back and looks at you.
>”Go on, I’m listening.”
>You take another deep breath and continue.
>The Rainbow Dash thing, which garners a giggle from the pale one. And then you mention the blowjob from Rarity.
>You really don’t know how you’re managing to say any of this out loud, to a girl whom you’re obviously attracted to, without your spaghetti boiling over.
>Your guess is that you’re just goddamn tired of shit happening to you.
>Jaded, you think the word is.
>”So…you like ponies huh?”
>Oh there’s the spaghetti.
“Uh…well I mean I’m…”
>She giggles, smiling wide.
>”Chill Anon, I’m not judging you at all. I can understand you being lonely. And they’re pretty human, if you can get past the horsey bits.”
>She puts a hand on your shoulder and you try not to look up at her.
>You’re a horsefucker.
>”Really, Anon. I mean…even I’ve thought about it. It’s tough being the only one of your kind.”
>You look to her and you can tell she’s blushing.
>Then her hand slides down your arm slowly, sending goosebumps down your leg.
>”Now are you going to tell a girl a story or what?”
>You cough awkwardly.
>Next is how you became boyfriend and marefriend. Then Fluttershy’s second attempt.
>”Oh…so you’re taken then? Or whatever?”
>She seems to look a little sad as she says that, or at the very least confused.
“Yeah, I guess so. Though we were only together for like a couple days. And never did anything other than fuck, really.”
>You flash an awkward smile but the words sting as you say them.
>…even if the risk was death she still wanted to have sex with you.
>Like on the train. Why did you give in to her like that?
>”Doesn’t really sound like a relationship to me.”
“Yeah I guess it isn’t, but I still love her.”
>That much you knew, despite a lot of your thoughts sliding toward the negative.
>”I see. Well go on.”
>Her visage goes back to mildly amused blankface.
>This lady is an enigma, what the hell.
>You then regale to her the story of the party. She seems very interested in this part for some reason.
>You have difficulty toward the end.
>You actually didn’t witness that part, but you manage to tell her the gist.
>Her face contorts into a one of shock and confusion.
>”You’re saying she actually did rape you this time? After drugging all of her friends and then you? This was a pony. A small pastel horse. She did all this.”
>You nod, even though it didn’t make sense to you either.
>”J…just making sure. Jeez, I thought Ponyville was supposed to be a peaceful place. What happened then? She just raped you and…did you fight her off or something and get arrested for assault?”
“Uh…not quite. Shit I don’t really know how to say this.”
>You really don’t.
>The concept of magic, transference…life force. Sex being involved.
>That’s not something a human would be able to comprehend right off of the bat.
>And you’re still not 100% sure what’s going on with it yourself.
>Well she did say she’s been here for a while.
>Probably longer than you, maybe she’ll understand.
>What’s the worst that could happen?
>”Well…apparently she um…killed me.”
>Okay that was not the best way to say it.
>Judging by the look on her face, at least.
”Uh…magic shenanigans. Something about me being dead and magic keeps me alive? Something like that. I’m kinda like a…well a magic zombie thing.”
>Silence.
>And Crys is just staring at you, mouth agape and eyes wide open.
>”So…you were killed by a pony? She raped you, which killed you.”
“Basically, yes.”
>Well that was the hard part.
>”I…that’s kind of hard to believe, Anon. But go on, I guess.”
>You then tell her how Twilight had to charge you up, how Rarity killed you again, confirming the theory, and then the summons to the Princess.
>”You can’t have sex? Really? I mean, I haven’t had sex in months but…just like that? You’d die? Holy shit Anon.”
>Heh, she cursed.
>Cute.
“Yeah, that seems to be the gist of it. Sex is deadly for me, and even if I don’t do anything I’m slowly losing energy or something.”
>”That’s…that’s awful Anon. What in the world happened to you?”
>You just shrug and exhale heavily.
“I don’t know, I never asked for any of this. Now let me get to the Celestia bit.”
>She nods.
>You notice her hand has been inching toward yours ever so slightly.
>…and you really don’t know if you can deny it.
>But…shit is this cheating?
>Is holding hands that bad?
>Wait what if it’s like; you can be with a human and a pony because they’re different species.
>…you wonder if Rarity would be cool with that.
>You’re probably okay with that.
>Her soft delicate fingers finally reach yours and she hooks her index finger over yours.
>”Anon. Storytime now please?”
>You really cannot handle this girl.
“Er, right. Storytime.”
>You’re blushing like an idiot because she’s adorable.
>Rarity was never adorable, she was just a sexy piece of flank pretty much all the time.
>Close enough.
>Continuing your story, you get to the part about confronting Fluttershy. You don’t mention the sex with Rarity. You’re already in too deep with the horsefuckery to go on about it like it’s normal.
>You do mention that you ended up dying again, and it seems Crys has her own opinion on what happened.
>You cough awkwardly.
>”So she wasn’t at the party? Or was she just lying?”
“Hold on, I’m getting there.”
>Next is the second confrontation, upon which Flutterbitch is activated.
>She smiles slyly.
>”Why didn’t you take the purple vial, Anon?”
“Shut up, you. I know.”
>Skipping the train ride scene for obvious reasons, you finally get to the Princess.
>”Basically, rape isn’t a crime in Equestria when it’s done during Estrus, and the Princess believed fucking Fluttershy of all people. Ponies. Whatever. I lost my cool after the Princess debased Rarity and well I…I tried to punch her.”
>Her smiles widens until you can see her pearly teeth.
>Woah wait a second she’s got some freaky looking teeth.
>The fuck…is she a vampire?
>”You actually tried to PUNCH the PRINCESS! That’s hilarious! Oh my god I wish I could have seen her smug little face as you reared your fist back.”
“Well…she didn’t let me. She ended up throwing me in jail for insubordination or whatever. Sometime at night I was removed from my cell, transportalized by some unicorn, and well…here I am.”
>Her hand now rests on yours, and you feel a little tingly all over.
>And…a little tired.
”So…yeah. That’s my crazy story. I know, it’s hard to believe but trust me, I don’t think I could even try to make this shit up. And um…”
>You squeeze her hand gently, and smile at her.
“Thank you for helping me. Without you I’d probably still be wandering the countryside. Dead again, maybe.”
>You try to laugh, but its already awkward.
>But she’s already beaming.
>”Don’t worry about it Anon. And besides, this place is pretty nuts to begin with. Your story fits in just right.”
>You exhale slowly.
>It felt good to tell your story to someone else, actually.
>The little lantern clicks on as the sun finally sets outside.
“Woah, its automatic?”
>”Yup. Magic is some crazy stuff, isn’t it?”
>Her hand is still resting on yours, and you’ve decided you don’t mind it at all.
>Any company is good company at this point.
>Your mind flashes back to Rarity and you get the semblance of an idea.
>Why don’t you go back to Ponyville and get Rarity out of that hellhole?
>You’re sure the rest of them are probably mocking her for falling for the stupid monkey.
>And she’s probably spent all of her bits on alcohol already.
>You sigh, slumping slightly.
>Crys looks at you curiously.
“Hey…uh Crys. I…well I kind of have a favor to ask. I know, I know, we’ve just met but I’ve kind of been stranded.”
>”Go ahead Anon, if I can help at all I will.”
“Well…I…I want to go back to Ponyville. I want to get Rarity out of there and away from all of the crap that she’s likely going through because of her so called friends.”
>”You want to go rescue your alcoholic girlfriend? Isn’t that where she lives though?”
“Yeah, but obviously…well…I miss her. I mean yeah she’s an alcoholic and she’s kind of abusive. But that’s how relationships work. It’s compromise.”
>She lowers her thin eyebrows and gives you a funny look.
>”Anon, you’ve never been in a relationship before, have you?”
“Wait what does that mean? I mean…no I haven’t but that…that’s what everyone says and I figured that works as a good generalization right, but…”
>She puts a finger to your mouth, shushing you.
>Woah, the hell kind of perfume is she wearing.
>Whatever it is it’s…kind of arousing.
>Wait what are you thinking boner
>It’s just a finger.
>You feel your lips purse slightly around her finger.
>BRAIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING.
>DERP
>That’s not a good sign.
>She takes her finger away.
>”It’s alright Anon. I’ll see what I can do.”
>She rises, her fingers trailing up your arm.
>”I’ll see you first thing in the morning, okay? If you need anything at all just call for me. I’m kind of a light sleeper.”
“Thanks Crys…”
>She blows a kiss to you as she steps out of your room, closing the door slowly.
>Did all of that just happen?
>You lay yourself back down to bed, a familiar feeling washing over you.
>Your heart was beating a little faster than normal, and you were grinning like an idiot again.
>Damnit Anon, don’t do this again.
>Shut up brain, we’re lonely, and she’s human.
>We still care about Rarity, but this is kinda therapeutic.
>Yeah, well I’m sure Rarity would think otherwise.
>…
>Well she isn’t here.
>Not yet anyway.
>You close your eyes and trace the little blue diamonds on your shirt with a finger.
>Soon, you find yourself drifting off to sleep amidst the strange forest, far from home.
>At least you had some company to share it with.

>You are now Chrysalis. Or Crystal. Whatever.
>And that just happened.
>You slump down in front of his door, your heart beating stupid fast.
>What in the hell is going on with you?
>Why did you agree to help him?
>GAH
>Why can’t you resist this silly human?
>Oh right.
>Though you didn’t really mean to, you took a little of his magic through his hand.
>And oh my there was just so much.
>The love he had for this Rarity whoever was some of the strongest love you’ve ever felt.
>Far more than that stupid fool that helped banish you.
>But why were you feeling like this?
>You’re supposed to use him…not help him find his long lost love or what-the-heck-ever.
>But you can’t stop smiling all the same.
>It’s been a while since you’ve actually spent any time with someone.
>Generally you were alone, and the gibbering masses of your swarm weren’t much for conversation.
>And then there’s the whole radiating evil thing, the whole alicorn thing.
>And just maybe the whole “threatened to enslave the Princess” thing that seems to be going around.
>She wouldn’t have made a good changeling anyway.
>You play with your hair idly, twisting a lock in your fingers.
>You wonder if Anon could be a changeling.
>No…you don’t want to make him mindless like the others.
>But…what he said about him being some kind of magic construct.
>You were no magical scientist, but that sounded an awful lot like changelings.
>You fed on love to regain your strength; else you were pretty much functioning on the bare minimum of your own internal magic.
>It seems like Anon was just constantly flickering like a flame, no internal reserves.
>When he was done…his candle was snuffed and he…died.
>You shudder, hoping you’d never have to witness that.
>WHAT ARE YOU SAYING
>YOURE THE QUEEN OF THE CHANGELINGS.
>HE IS YOUR TICKET BACK INTO THE BIG LEAGUES.
>Quit getting sappy Chrysalis.
>Shut up, little voice in my head.
>It’s not like this little charade is going to change anything anyway.
>You’ll get him his Rarity back, and then dispose of her properly.
>With no one to turn to and heartbroken, he’ll have you.
>And you’ve already got your teeth into him.
>See, that’s not so bad.
>You smirk, rising to you feet with a slight giggle.
>You still got it, girl.
>And it looks like you’re going to need a little help from your friend Herny again.

>You are now Anonymous.
>And for the first time in a while you wake up alone.
>Strangely, you didn’t dream.
>You’d been dreaming pretty much every night since you got here, usually they weren’t memorable.
>Sometimes they were painful and you woke up shivering and panting.
>Luckily those seemed to disappear for whatever reason.
>Never really figured that one out.
>You clamber to the side of your bead and rub the sleep out of your eyes.
>The sun shines in through the little window, catching you in the eyes.
>Goddamn you only have this one tiny window but OF COURSE it shines its blinding luminescence right into your eyes.
>Stupid Celestia.
>Well, you’re awake now.
>Somehow you slept rather peacefully.
>Which was odd because you were in a strange bed, in a strange village, surrounded by strangers.
>You rise to your feet and…well you don’t have a toilet, a shower, or anything to shave with.
>…lovely.
>How were you supposed to complete your morning routine like this?
>You sigh, and start to strap on your boots.
>Might as well go check on Crys to see if she’s awake.
>You walk outside, covering your eyes to avoid Sunbutt’s glare.
>Or well, her rhetorical glare via the sun.
>Stupid Celestia.
>You walk around the platform, the tall trees swaying in the morning breeze.
>Someone should have given you a watch at some point.
>Or at least told you how to read the sun for what the hell time it is.
>It’s morning o’clock.
>Good enough.
>You approach her door. Of course her house is bigger than yours.
>Is it a house? Yours seemed more like a hotel room than anything.
>A familiar scent then hits you, carried on the breeze.
>Though you can’t really place it.
>But its HER scent.
>And it’s driving you a little crazy all of the sudden.
>You’d already seen her naked…what if you were to walk in on her and she slept like that?
>What a fun way to wake up…
>NO BRAIN STOP
>You shake your head to clear your thoughts, and it sort of works.
>Goddamnit this is getting out of hand.
>Here you are acting like a goddamn horny teenager when you well know that sex is pretty much fatal for you.
>Fucking fuck this is some terrible irony.
>You knock on the door lightly.
“Hey Chrys, you up?” You call to her, but in a rather hushed tone.
>You hear nothing for a while.
>Then some strange noise.
>Sounded like…you don’t know what.
>A buzzing noise?
>”Just a moment, Anon. My my are we up early.” She calls from inside.
>She opens the door, her hair a mix of bedhead and just-woke-up.
>She yawns and you catch sight of her sharp incisors once more.
>…you should probably question that, you know.
>She’s wearing a dark green nightdress that looks to be made of some shimmery material.
>…Rarity would know what that material was…
>Oh goddammit brain don’t do this. We’ve had enough downward spirals as it is.
>You didn’t notice it before, but she seems to have a permanent shade of lipstick on.
>An ebony black that shines in the sunlight.
>Not to mention how seemingly perfectly kissable they are...
>You catch yourself leaning in slightly.
>NO STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING
>Indeed, the smell definitely hit you harder when she opened the door.
>Though…you can’t smell anything really.
>Fucking crazy.
>”So, how did you sleep Anon?”
>Back to reality.
“It was alright. I’m kinda surprised I fell asleep so fast. I’m not really used to sleeping alone.”
>She smiles at you, cocking an eyebrow.
“Uh I mean alone as in, not in the same house as someone else.”
>Smooth.
>”Relax, Anon. Jeez you’re so wound up. It’s almost like you were trying to get me to sleep with you there for a moment.”
>She leans forward, her nose almost barely touching yours.
>”You wouldn’t want that though, I bet.”
>And you are frozen in place.
>Because sure as sure, that ‘smell’ is coming from her.
>And you really don’t know what it is.
>But she’s right there and you’re right here and this is too much all at once.
>You complete the lean forward, despite the logical half of your brain trying so hard to pull on the E-brake.
>And your lips connect.
>Hers are soft, as you expected them to be.
>As if they’ve never been chapped a day in their life.
>You inhale her scent as the two of you share a moment that makes your brain shake, rattle and/or roll.
>You notice she’s closed her eyes, and you unconsciously pull your hands around her neck, pulling her close to you.
>She seems surprised by this at first, then puts her hands on your hips, embracing you.
>You really wanted this.
>More than you thought you wanted this, actually.
>Your lips lock together in a few soft smooches, her plush lips eagerly accepting your own brash and probably chapped lips as a welcome suitor.
>She pulls away from you, however, and rather suddenly at that.
>It sends you stumbling slightly.
>The look on her face was nothing short of extreme shock, her emerald irises wide in surprise.
>”Uh…I need to…uh…wash my face. Yeah.”
>With a sudden movement she shuts the door.
>And you stand there dumbfounded.
>And then your brain decided to take over again.
>Oh, good.
>You missed panicking.
>WHY DID YOU KISS HER
>THIS IS DEFINITELY CHEATING
>SHIT RARITY IS GOING TO KILL YOU SO HARD YOU WISH YOU WERENT KILLED SO HARD
>Well you’re already dead. So maybe she’ll do worse?
>OH GOD WHAT LIKE TORTURE YOU FOREVER
>YOURE TOO YOUNG FOR TORTURE
>That was some amazing kissing though.
>My god that girl is something else.
>STOP IT.
>BAD THOUGHTS.
>RARITY.
>You think back to the marshmallow pone, remembering how soft her coat was, the smell of her shampoo in her hair.
>The brilliant flash of her sapphire irises.
>You catch yourself smiling.
>Yeah, that’s better.
>You open your eyes and take a deep breath.
>Okay, you’ll just say you didn’t know what to do, that you panicked because you find her really attractive, and that you’re sorry.
>You can fix this.
>But…you didn’t really have a plan beyond “Go see Crys”.
>So you knock on the door again.
>You’re not quite brave enough to venture to any of the other platforms or huts around here.
>Especially since Crystal mentioned criminals.
>You can only assume that means murderers, thieves, and the like.
>But apparently not rapists.
>Fucking Celestia.

>You are now Chrysalis.
>And…what the hell is going on.
>You walk over to your bathroom and splash some cold water on your face.
>Did…did he just kiss you?
>Like…of his own accord?
>…didn’t he say he was taken?
>WHY DO YOU CARE CHRYSALIS
>You’re supposed to use his massive amount of love to kickstart your army.
>But…what if that massive amount of love was for you…would that make it a stronger army…
>Okay, you know what, you’re really hard to please, girl.
>Just…go through with the normal plan.
>Try not to fall in love with this bumbling idiot, even though he’s such a good kisser for some reason.
>You take a deep breath, wiping your face off with a magically assisted towel.
>You really missed doing magic too.
>Sooner or later you’re going to have to let the cat out of the bag, you know.
>No. No you do not.
>You’ll seduce and brainwash him just like the rest of the stallions you’ve captured.
>Right.
>Brainwash.
>You nod to yourself, flipping your hair out of your eyes.
>First, you should appease the human by taking him to see his loved one.
>You make sure to have some sort of sabotage plan handy though.
>Ponyville was danger zone.
>You strip off the nightgown and throw on one of your more practical dresses.
>God you loved green and black.
>You fix your hair a little, and then answer the knock that’s been going on for a good minute now.
>Was he literally knocking this whole time?
>You are Anonymous.
>And you should probably stop knocking on her door.
>The instant you pull your knock-tired hand back, however, the door opens.
>”Let’s…let’s just not talk about all of that, alright Anon? It’ll be our little secret, k?” She says immediately.
”Uh…yeah sure. So what’s the plan on getting me…us to Ponyville?”
>You can’t help but admire her, though you’ve taken a couple steps back from her house.
>Whatever that crazy scent was, it was definitely coming from inside.
>Maybe it was some kind of magical incense or something equally ridiculous.
>Who knows, it’s probably magic.
>It’s always fucking magic.
>That’s basically your new motto, now.
>”Well, you remember Herny, the griffon from earlier?”
>His name was Herny? The hell kind of name is that?
“Yeah? The big eagle thing that wanted to pretty much kill me on the spot? How could I forget him.”
>”Well, he’s going to take us to Ponyville.”
>She’s serious.
>She steps out of her house, closing and locking the door with a small key.
>She then whistles loudly, the sound piercing the treetops.
>Impressive.
“Crystal…what do you mean he’s going to take us…?”
>She grins a toothy smile, obviously pleased with the question.
>”What’s wrong, never rode on a griffon before?”
“Can’t say I have, seeing as how I’ve only just met one yesterday. Didn’t he say something about killing me though. I’m pretty sure I remember that part.”
>”Oh calm down, Anon, you’re with me. He won’t try anything stupid.”
“And what makes you so safe? He could kill you too, you know.”
>She clicks her tongue disappointedly.
>”A girl never tells all of her secrets, Anonymous.”
>Figures.
>The sound of flapping wings is heard from above and you step back a bit to make some distance between you and the would-be murderous bird-thing.
>He flaps slowly down, some ragged brown feathers escaping his plumage as he makes his landing.
>”What in Tartarus do you want, queenie. And what’s the other meatbag doing here?” He says, flapping his wings slightly as he gets situated.
>He glances to you quickly, narrowing his dark eyes and glaring at you.
>You glare right back.
>Fuck you too, bird.
>”I’d like to ask a favor of you, Herny. You won’t like it.”
>He grinds his beak together audibly and spits off the side of the platform.
>”I don’t even like YOU. So what’s it this time?” he replies in a raspy tone.
>You stay quiet, lest you anger the bird that apparently has…dried blood on his talons.
>Or at least you hope it isn’t dried blood.
>Maybe it’s grape juice.
>Yeah, grape juice, and he got all messy because talons aren't as good as hands.
>”And it better be Horus-damned important. I was out huntin’. And no griffon likes to have their hunt interrupted.”
>He takes a step toward Crys, looking down at her threateningly.
>She simply looks up at him, smirking.
>”You’re going to fly the two of us to Ponyville, a village past Canterlot. And you’re going to bring us and another pony back, and none of us had better be harmed at all. Do you understand, Herny?” She tells him calmly.
>He throws his head back in raucous laughter.
>”That’s the funniest damn thing I’ve heard in years. Why in Tartarus should I go through all that effort, if you don’t mind me askin’, because I know plain as day that you ain’t got nothin’ I want.”
>She cackles, her visage transforming to one of something far less friendly that earlier.
>”Herny, you will do what I say, because I know where your clutch is. And I know more than enough ponies that would love to sell those eggs on the black market for quite the spare change.”
>Holy shit she just went full evil villain status.
>That’s…actually kind of hot.
>The griffon pauses, his irises shrinking to pinpricks.
>”You wouldn't dare.” He snarls at her in disbelief.
>She flips her hair back and sets a hand on her hip.
>”I don’t believe you’re in any position to argue, Herny. Unless you really don’t care about your eggs. I hear it takes an awful long time for them to hatch too…”
>She trails off looking to the sky wistfully.
>Holy crap she’s good at this.
>Herny pauses, shaking slightly.
>”Alright. Fine. I’ll do it. One round trip. Jeez, you didn’t have to take it so damned far, queenie.” He says, preening his rough brown feathers idly.
>He kneels down and glares back at you.
>”I’m still watching you, newcomer. Just because you’re friends of hers doesn't make you safe here.”
>You look to Crystal and she waves her hand dismissively.
>Idle threats from a bully.
>Gotcha.
>Crystal steps toward the griffin and throws her legs around his neck, mounting him in one swift maneuver.
>Your eyes made sure to catch a glimpse of her pale legs under her dress as she did so.
>Seems like your body was determined to betray you yet again.
>”Come now, Anon, we should get going while most others are still asleep. You did good waking up early.”
>She beckons your forward and you step slowly toward the malignant eyed griffin.
>You can feel your body trembling slightly.
>What the hell were you supposed to do here?
>You’ve never even rode a horse before, let alone a griffin.
>”Come on meatbag, I ain’t got all day.” The raspy voiced griffin calls to you as you simply stare at him.
>”Anon…I take it you’ve never ridden a griffin before?” Crystal replies from atop her mighty steed.
“I’ve never ridden anything before. I’ve never even been in the air before. Sorry if I’m a little scared.”
>”Well, just climb on top of his back and throw your legs over the sides. It won’t be comfortable, but you can…”
>She pauses, her eyes darting to the ground slightly.
>”…just get on Anon. We’re wasting time.”
>You shake your head and try to steel yourself.
>Walking toward the beast you immediately notice that he smells awful…like he’s been rolling around in something that’s been dead for far too many days.
>You wrinkle your nose and he grins at you wordlessly.
>Crystal offers you a dainty hand downward and you grab hold of her forearm, damn nearly pulling her off of him.
>She stabilizes herself and with a little fumbling on your part, pulls you on to the griffon.
>You lay belly first on his back for a little, and then you finally rise up and get your bearings, putting your legs on either side of him like she suggested.
>Except she didn’t have balls, and this was painful as fuck.
>His spine was so prominent it’s a wonder she isn’t complaining either.
”Eh..Crystal. You sure there’s not a better way to do this. I’m kind of packing a little more heat down here than you are ya know.”
>She smiles playfully.
>”I’m well aware Anon just…the only thing I can think of is if…you were hold on to me…and um…lean into me. So it won’t hurt your jimmies too much.”
>Well, last time you embraced her you lost your cool and kissed her.
>…from the back? Oh shit that might not be a good idea either.
>You don’t have a lot of choice though, this seems like a pretty great way to travel, ya know.
>Flying.
>”Aight, you all aboard? Hold on, and if ye pull out any feathers I’ll pull somethin’ outta you too.”
>He kneels down a little, and his powerful wings flap once, twice, then slowly you begin to rise.
>You actually find yourself holding on to Crystal’s sides for support, but she doesn’t seem to mind at all.
>”Ere we go, kiddies!”
>With that final phrase, the dirty brown griffon shoots into the sky like a bullet.
>And you’re gripping at everything with your everything.
>You’ve wrapped your arms around Crystal tightly, and your legs are clamped so hard against the griffin’s side that you’re probably hurting the poor guy.
>None of that really matters as you feel inertia kicking in; the griffin seems to have slowed down.
>”Alright, smooth sailin from here on. Did I scare ya? Kinda was hopin ya’d fall off.”
>He laughs a smoker’s laugh, you half expecting a lung to come up.
>”Just fly, birdbrain. I think you scared the tears out of Anon.”
>She looks back to you, and is just now noticing you’ve wrapped your arms around her and buried your face into her hair.
>And you’re REALLY hoping she doesn’t notice the incredibly massive boner that’s protruding from your pants.
>How can’t she, its poking into her lower back.
>It seems that whatever perfume she uses is some kind of aphrodisiac for whatever reason.
>Was she trying to seduce you? Why the fuck would she have aphrodisiac perfume to begin with?
>You pull your face out of her silky black locks before your mind starts swirling with more sultry thoughts.
>Good god, this lady is dangerous.
>”Anon, are you alright?” she asks, genuine concern in her voice.
“Uh…kinda. I think. I’m okay. Yeah. Uh, never flown before, I might have pissed myself, but I didn’t fall off and that’s a good thing right.” Is what you manage to stammer out.
>She smiles, looking relieved.
>”You can hold on to me if it helps, Anon. I won’t let you fall off.” She winks to you and turns back to the horizon.
>You continue to hold on to her, pulling your hands back to her side slowly.
>You bet her skin underneath was softer than this dress…
>Damnit, penis, what are you doing.
>Dude, it’s a human female and she’s got sexy juice all over her and its driving us nuts down here.
>Penis, you are not allowed to make puns.
>And shut up, we’re going to get Rarity.
>Maybe she’ll be in the mood for something?
>Maybe.
>You look to the sky and see the land below in all of its pastel wonderland beauty.
>Rolling hills, cascading fields of flowers and scrubby bushes dot the landscape.
>You bet it’d probably be a really nice place for a picnic.
>”Look, in the distance Anon.”
>Crystal points forward and to the right a little, the breeze catching her hair.
>”Canterlot. Some day we’ll both give Celestia a piece of our mind, won’t we?”
>The image of Crystal, her black-blue locks flowing in the wind and her face adorned with a stoic expression sends a chill down your spine for some reason.
>This girl was something you’d never encountered before. If this crazy world can change her from human into whatever she is now…who is to tell what’ll happen to you?
>Wait.
“We?”