A Helping Hoof P4

>You are Rarity.
>AND
>ITS
>HAPPENING
>AGAIN
>He falls to the bed with a *pomf*, eyes closed and expression blank.
>WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING TO YOU
>Stop panicking! He’s probably okay.
”Anon? Come on now, wake up. It wasn’t THAT good was it?”
>He likes jokes right?
>You shove him with a hoof gently.
>No response.
>Okay, now you can start panicking.
“ANOOOOOOON! PLEASE WAKE UP!”
>You yell, your blood pressure rising, tears starting to form in your eyes.
>Oh no
>NONONONONO
>You jump off the bed and pace back and forth.
>What should you do? What did Twilight do?
>She cast some fancy spell and he came back.
>STUPID TWILIGHT YOU NEVER TOLD ME THAT SPELL
>…she can save him though!
>As you pace back and forth, you barely notice Sweetie Belle cracking open the door.
>”R…Rarity? Is everything okay?”
>Her eyes catch Anon as you turn and look at her, and her jaw drops.
>”ANOOON!”
>She runs into the room and tries to hop up on the bed, but you stop her.
”Sweetie, we need to help Anon. I think he’s…”
>DONT
”…he’s fainted. Twilight should…should have the cure. For fainting.”
>Smooth.
>She nods, and you see tears in her eyes as well.
>This is the worst day ever, by far.
>Okay let’s get him off of the bed, at least.
>You shine your horn and…
>ARE YOU KIDDING ME
>You’ve done it before! Heck, you threw him against a wall.
>He’s not THAT heavy.
>But your magic isn’t working, still.
>You growl in frustration.
>Looks like you’re going to have to get him there MANUALLY.
>This human is so frustrating.
>BUT HES NOT DEAD
>Right!
>Your tears try and convince you otherwise.
>HE PROMISED HE WASN’T GOING TO LEAVE YOU.
>HE IS NOT GOING TO LEAVE YOU CALM DOWN HES RIGHT THERE
>You look at him, and you swear he was sleeping if it wasn’t for his lack of breathing.
>Sweetie Belle stands next to you, still looking straight at Anon.
>What is she…
>”Rarity…why is his horn down there?”
>Yup, worst day ever.
>You quickly roll Anon in the blanket.
>You hope she forgets that mental image.
”Sweetie Belle, help me get Anon down the stairs. We need to take him to Twilight as soon as possible.”
>She looks up at you.
>”But…Rarity…he’s huge!”
>She has a point. This was going to be difficult without magic.
>You could go get help but Anon needs you right now.
”Okay…I have a plan…Sweetie, I’m going to turn him and we’ll slide him off of the bed. I want you to lay some pillows down so we don’t hurt him.”
>She picks up the pillow under Anon’s head with her mouth.
>WAIT, THE WHOLE BED PROBABLY SMELLS LIKE SEX
>But she just throws it down in a line, as well as the other pillow on his bed.
>”Is that good enough, sis?”
”It will do, Sweetie. Now help me turn him.”
>You grab him by the shoulders and shove him, while Sweetie pushes on his legs from the other side.
>With a little effort, you manage to turn and slide Anon down the stairs.
>That only took…ten minutes.
>And you’re already breathing a little heavy.
>”Now what, Rarity, he’s gonna bump his head down the stairs…he’s probably too heavy for even the both of us to lift.”
”Drat!” you curse under your breath.
>If only you could use your magic on him!
>Wait a minute
>YOU CAN
>You carefully aim your magic at the pillows beneath Anon and slowly lift them.
>Wow he really is heavy.
>But surprisingly, you’re not straining.
>Must be all of that magic he gave you earlier.
>You find yourself licking your lips absently.
>”Rarity, you’re making that face again.”
“S..Sweetie, get the door for me, would you?”
>You lift the pillows and Anon wobbles a little.
>Darnit!
>You curl the pillows and try to cradle him.
>It seems a little more stable.
>You slowly hover him out the door and down the stairs.
”Sweetie, get the cart.”
>She scoots off, and you place Anon down on the floor.
>You look down at him and smile. He wasn’t dead.
>He’s going to come back and he was going to kiss you and it was going to make up for all of this rude dying business.
>He had no right to die like that. It was awfully nice rut!
>Maybe Humans die after they have sex?
>You pondered that thought as Sweetie knocked on the door.
>”Rarity, come on! Anon’s gonna be fainted forever if we don’t hurry!”
>You sigh lightly, and levitate Anon out the door and into the cart.
”Be a dear and pull the cart, Sweetie, I’m already tired from…”
>You were tired from sex.
”…napping. Yes, napping. Anonymous and I were napping and I woke up and he didn’t.”
>HE’S GOING TO WAKE UP ISN’T HE?
>”Wait, so if he’s asleep why do we need Twilight to wake him up?”
>This is getting tiresome.
“Because only Twilight knows the special spell that wakes humans up.”
>”Is that because she went to Uni-versity and you didn’t?”
>You slowly turn to Sweetie Belle, pure unadulterated rage in your eyes.
>”SHE CAN AFFORD IT. SHE’S THE BLOODY PRINCESS’ FAVORITE.”
>Oops. That was definitely out of turn. Stupid emotions.
>Maybe you should have brought a flask with you.
>”Jeez Rarity, I was just kidding. But if your yelling didn’t wake him up, I believe you.”
>Still grinning, she slaps on the bridle and starts to pull the wagon towards the old library, with you in tow.
>Your little sister needs to learn a little discipline.
>You’ll remember to have a chat with mother and father if you can stand to be around them for that long.
>You look down at Anon’s kind face. You silly little monk…human.
>In the single month that you’ve spent with Anon, you’ve gone through more emotional turmoil and life changing events than most of the rest of your life.
>You were the first pony to encounter a human, the first pony to be molested by a human (He licked your HORN), and the first pony to assault a human with magic and somehow not seriously hurt him.
>Oh and the first pony to ever fall in love with a human.
>You lean down and kiss his forehead.
>You wouldn’t trade this chaos for the world.
>After an arduous five minute trot, the three of you arrive at Twilight’s house.
>Sweetie knocks on the door.
>Spike answers, a little confused as he notices Anon in a cart wrapped in a blanket.
>”Uh…what am I looking at here?”
>”Anon fainted and Twilight needs to save him!”
>You sigh and put a hoof to your head.
>There’s an awkward silence.
>”…okay. Uh…come on in.”
>Sweetie pulls Anon in and you follow, unhooking the bridle for her.
>”Spike, could you be a dear and walk Sweetie home for me? I’m afraid I need to have a word with Twilight alone.”
>He looks down at Anon, then back at you, then down at Anon, and back at you.
>”Rarity, am I missing something here, or is that Anon wrapped up in a blanket?”
“Spike, please?”
>You flash your eyelashes at him.
>He blushes and you see a little sweat start on his brow.
>”Sure thing Rarity! Any time! Come on Sweetie Belle!”
>He grabs her hoof and semi-drags her out of the library.
>”But I wanna know why his horn is in the wrong spooooot!”
>You never want to have that conversation.
>Looking around, you guess Twilight is upstairs.
>You actually have no idea what is downstairs, and you’ve been tossing the idea around of her having a crazy fetish dungeon for her and Spike.
>But that was only in your fanfiction, of course.
>NOPONY MUST KNOW
“Twilight Sparkle, I must speak with you!” You call upstairs, levitating Anon up slowly.
>The door to her room is closed, but you push it open.
>This is no time to knock.
”Twilight?”
>She seems to be asleep.
>Of all the blasted times to sleep.
“Twilight, please, Anonymous has…er…fainted again.”
>HE’S NOT DEAD
>You nudge her with a hoof.
>Soon, her violet eyes peek out groggily.
>”R..Rarity? What’s going on?”
>She rubs her eyes and sits up.
”It’s Anonymous, Twilight…he’s…
>”He’s not dead.”
>What
”I beg your pardon? He’s not breathing, Twilight.”
>She shuffles out of bed and lifts him on to the bed.
”And hold on a minute, how are you able to use magic on him and I’m not? What is going on Twilight?”
>You’re starting to get agitated now.
>”Twilight, you had best answer me quickly or…”
>She cuts you off.
>”I had no idea that your magic didn’t work on him Rarity, calm down.”
>She looks away; her eyes tired but still flush with a strange emotion you can’t put a hoof on.
“Twilight…is there something amiss?”
>”Rarity, I’ll explain what I know. Let’s bring Anon back for now, okay?”
”Let’s? As in, I help you? How in the world am I supposed to help? I didn’t go to Uni-versity like you did.”
>You lace that last part with a bit of acid. You still hated her for that.
>”Remember the first spell they taught us back in magic grade school?”
>Wait what?
“Vaguely. Wasn’t it some kind of…”
>You pause, mouth agape and eye twitching.
”You’re meaning to tell me that’s what you’ve been doing?”
>She nods.
“…Twilight I’m afraid you’ve lost me. Anonymous is not a unicorn. How is this working?”
>”To be honest, I don’t know, Rarity, but it seemed to do the job. I couldn’t think of anything else. It’s why I didn’t want to take him to the Hospital.”
>You rub your eyes.
“Okay Twilight, so then you need some extra magic?”
>”Yeah, and then you’re going to have to tell me why Anon is like this...again.”
>She gives you a quizzical glare.
>You shrug at her and charge up the spell.
>An azure glow surrounds you, a thin feathery stream of magic starts to spiral toward Twilight as she casts the spell as well, directed at Anonymous’ motionless frame.
>Blue merges with violet to create a pleasant color that you are now DYING to use. Perhaps you’d make her a nice scarf, to make up for helping you with Anon.
>And then you go a little wobble legged as you feel your magic reserves being leeched by Twilight.
>By Celestia, how much magic does this take?
>You glance at Twilight, and she is indeed straining a little.
>But the mixed magic is flowing into Anonymous’ chest, and you can see his body start to react.
>While this was certainly a good thing, you really have no idea how to feel about this.
>For all intents and purposes, injecting magic into Anonymous would have killed him, previously. Or at least, that’s what he made you believe.
>Now you’re…well you’re at a loss.
>Finally, after the both of you collapse into a heap on the floor, Anon’s chest starts to heave slightly, his body once again alive.
>That is death number three, you remind yourself.
>He is going to make up for that one in spades.
>The two of you pant on the floor, looking at each other in acknowledgment of a job well done.
>Silence fills the room as you wait for a reaction from Anon.
>”Mmm…Rarity…” he moans lightly, reaching up and grabbing for your invisible flank.
>You blush furiously.
”WELL TWILIGHT THANK YOU FOR THE WONDERFUL EVENING. WE SHOULD BE GOING NOW.”
>You rise to leave, but Twilight shuts the door and looks at you disapprovingly.
>…damn.
>You are now Anon.
>And that was fucking awesome.
>You reach out and grab ahold of Rarity, lightly moaning her name.
>You’d waited far too long for that.
>You open your eyes with a smile, and…
>Wait
>Wait what’s going on here.
“Tw…Twilight?”
>Frantic, you look down.
>You seem to be wrapped up in your blanket from the boutique…but…
>You search your surroundings and you are indeed, not in the boutique.
>You’re…in a tree? Twilight’s house?
>You’re on a bed.
>TWILIGHT’S BED?
>This is all manner of what the fuck.
>You look around and…yeah there’s Rarity.
“Uh…someone mind explaining to me what’s going on?”
>Twilight looks to Rarity smugly, which causes her to sigh exaggeratedly, flipping her mane out of her face.
>It’s still rather splayed from your sexy time adventure. You smile.
>”Anonymous and I were…well we were…”
>She’s already blushing, looking at you pleadingly.
“We were fuc…rutting.”
>Twilight’s eyes go wide, and her jaw drops a little.
>”…already? Didn’t you two just get together?”
>”Ahem, Twilight. What we do behind closed door is not of your concern.”
>Rarity defended you. Score.
>”So…we were…doing that. And Anonymous…finished. And then he…uh…passed out again.”
>Wait
“So…you’re telling me I died? Again?”
>Rarity shyly nods.
>You look to Twilight, blinking in disbelief.
”So that’s death number three, in my lifetime, Twilight Sparkle. I have died three times. That is more than I should ever die. In fact, if I had a choice, I would stop dying altogether. That would be swell.”
>Your monotone voice is laced with disdain, but not at Twilight. Just in general.
>You take a deep breath, as Twilight just sort of looks to the ground sadly.
“I think, that I of all people, need some kind of explanation here. If I was dead, why am I alive, and if I just died again, why am I alive…again. I’m at the end of my rope here.”
>”Anon…I…”
“Twilight Sparkle. When I arrived in this land, I had no idea what the FUCK was going on. Colors everywhere, and magical talking horses abound.”
>”Ponies.”
“I have now been here for…what, a month? And I’ve finally gotten over the fact that I AM NEVER GOING TO SEE ANOTHER OF MY SPECIES EVER AGAIN. So, I fall in love with my caretaker, Rarity.”
>Her cheeks turn a rosy shade as she smiles at you sweetly.
>”And, during this period of my life, I am raped once by a pony I once considered my friend, I’m treated like total shit during your estrus, or whatever by Rarity, I nearly get raped AGAIN by Fluttershy, and then Rarity throws a tantrum and throws me around her boutique.”
>She stops smiling, and huffs silently.
>”Anonymous you know that I was…over the edge when that happened.”
>Twilight just listens intently.
>You didn’t care, it felt good to get this out.
“That’s a good excuse, Rarity. Alchohol. Anyways, after all that, she confesses her love for me, and  suddenly I have a place in this world. Hooray for Anonymous. So I go to your party, the end of your estrus. To celebrate the end period of a goddamn long ass week, for me. I was excited for it.”
>You stop and take another deep breath, exhaling slowly. You feel your heart pounding rather hard, but it had been a while since you’ve vented.
>”And you know what culminates the end of my week? The end of my own personal hell, minus the bits with Rarity? I get fucking murdered by the same damn pony that tried to rape me.”
>The two of them gasp in abhorrent shock.
>”F…Fluttershy? You mean…that…Anonymous I…I didn’t know you were drugged…Fluttershy wouldn’t” Twilight’s face is a mixture of confusion and disbelief as she trails off.
>Rarity looks down and avoids your gaze.
>You blink.
>What now.
>”Rarity, what happened?”
>She takes deep breath and walks over to the side of the bed, laying her head on it and looking up at you.
>”…when I woke up from the salt and booze addled sleep…I…I saw Fluttershy on top of you…she was rutting you and…I thought she was trying to rape you again so I bucked her off of you. It felt good, mind, but…nonetheless…it was her…”
>Well that explains why you were pantsless.
>”…and…then you…turned your gaze on to me. I had never seen you like that but…I figured ‘Hey…why not?’…and you…finished inside of me. Then you collapsed and…well…”
>So…orgasming is ultimately the cause of your death.
>You grab your head and rub your temple slightly.
”Twilight…you’re smart. Care to help me understand this?”
>She rises and paces a little before looking to you and exhaling sharply.
>”Anonymous…I’ve been reading on some of the basic fundamentals of magic, lately, to try and understand what’s happening to you…but I can’t find anything.”
>You clench your fists and glare.
>”Hold on Anon, calm down. It’s because you’re…you’re not a pony. What I did to you…the spell I cast. It was a basic magic transference spell. It’s what unicorns can do to lend another pony some of their magic reserves.”
“So…wait what? You shot me full of magic?”
>”Precisely. I’m not sure why it worked though. When we first met; you were just as you are now. Brimming with magic and acting normal. When you ‘die’…all of your magic is gone and your body just collapses to the ground.”
 “…what. Twilight I don’t have any magic. Hell, Earth has no magic.”
>”You mentioned that before you remember waking up in Equestria, you were in an accident?”
“Yes…?”
>”I have a theory on that, but first let me explain something. Magic flows through every living being in all the land. It’s life, in short. Us unicorns have horns to utilize their magic reserves, and Pegasi have wings. Most earth ponies have other skills that the other species can’t match. We all utilize our magic in different ways. That’s what makes us the dominant species.”
>You nod, not sure where she’s going with this.
>”Everyp0ny has a magic reserve. Some are small, like Rarity’s…
>She huffs and glares at Twilight.
>“It is ample enough, thank you very much.” Rarity says in total confidence.
>“…and some are…well…insurmountable, like the Princesses.”
“Okay, I’m following.”
>“…so…I was thinking. You exist in this world. That means that you run on magic. That’s how things work here. So how is it that when magic leaves your body, you don’t…well…die? I mean…if I had tried that spell on a…a dead pony it would simply fizzle out.”
“So…why does it work on me?”
>”I don’t know Anonymous. I have no idea what effect magic has on someone who isn’t…magical. That’s what I wrote in the letter to the Princess when Rarity found you. You claimed it hurt you. So the Princess told me to study you and what magic does to you.”
>Her horn shines and she tussles your hair lightly.
>”As you can see, it doesn’t hurt you any more, right? So something happened.”
“Something happened, like what? All I know is that whenever I orgasm, I seem to, well…die.”
>Rarity looks to Twilight a little abashed.
>”Well, my guess is that because reproduction involves creation magic, it literally takes everything out of him.”
>Suddenly the last bit of falls into place and the hamster stops running the wheel in your head.
“Twilight…your theory…”
>She looks to you, lowering her eyelids sadly. She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
“Anonymous, I think that…you died in that accident, on Earth. Somehow your body was transported here and the world’s natural magic brought you back. I don’t know why, and I don’t know how. Nothing like this has ever happened.”
>Dead.
>You slump back into the bed. Tears form and fall down your face idly. You can feel your body shake as you sob.
>You’re…dead. And the only way you’ll continue to function is some kind of complicated magical life support spell.
>As if it couldn’t get any worse.
>Rarity comes to you and holds you close to her, and you unashamedly begin to cry into her coat, holding her tight to you.
>“I’m so sorry, darling…” Rarity exclaims, rubbing the back of your head idly.
>Twilight walks a little closer and goes to open her mouth, but stops herself as Spike barges into the room.
>”Twilight, the Princess responded to your letter!”