Dystopian Anon - Part II

>You quickly take inventory of all of your supplies in your head
>4 boxes of soma tablets, with 5 tablets in each
>Grand total of 20 tablets
>If you take one every day… damn, only 20 days before you run out
>Soma withdrawal. Not pretty.
>You also have a packet of sex-hormone gum that you always carried with you back in the World State, for what good it’ll do you
>Good to have, IF you were on another world where you found some sort of humanoid species you found physically attractive
>You shudder a bit; these ponies mean well, but it’s much too alien for your tastes
>Hopefully this “Celestia” will have answers for you
>According to the ones you’ve asked so far, she appears to be some sort of divine ruler
>You sigh; too much to worry about for one day
>You close your eyes, and fall asleep

…
>Your sleep, as usual, was dreamless
>Reflects the extreme conditioning of the World State in the pursuit of the extinguishing of individuality
>You felt an extremely intense sensation of heat somewhere in the middle of your slumber; that much you remember
>No fucks to give
>You wake up; it’s still fairly early in the morning
>You sit up and check your pockets
>…
>You stand, and walk out of the room, to the hallway, and eventually into the living room
>Rarity is already sitting there in the same position she was the night before, however her sister is nowhere to be found
>”Oh, I sent Sweetie Belle off to school early today; I figured you might have a busy day ahead of you, so best to get started immediately,” she says, smiling and levitating a bowl of fruit over to you. “Care to try one?”
>She’s acting unusual; you cautiously take an apple and bite into it
>It’s delicious
>Still a bit unnerved by this change in behavior
>Her cheeks turn a bright red whenever she stares at you for more than three seconds
“Rarity, did you sneak into my room last night?”
>You ask this as you walk over to sit across from her once again
>”Sneak into your room?! Darling, what could have given you that sort of idea?” Rarity asks, her cheeks turning even redder
“I think it’s important for you to know that I take inventory of everything in my possession before I go to sleep.”
>Her eyes quickly dart down, and then back up
“Now, I’ll ask again: Did you. Steal something. From me. Last night?”
>Rarity bites her lip. “Well, um… I may have just been the teensiest bit curious as to the actual effects of that ‘soma’ you were speaking so highly of yesterday…”
>You sigh
“Rarity, that wasn’t soma you took…”
>Her eyes widen. “Th-then what was it?!”
>You rub the bridge of your nose, groaning
“It was sex-hormone gum. Soma is a tablet that you swallow or dissolve into a drink, not something you chew…”
>Her eyes widen even further. “Then… last night, I… Oh my…” she puts a hoof to her mouth as she gasps. “Oh my… oh my, I’m so sorry, Mr. Anonymous!” she trembles a bit, bowing her head. “My curiosity got the better of me, and it led to this…”
>You stand up
“I accept your apology, Rarity. However, because of this, I believe I should continue on to this ‘Twilight’s’ living quarters myself.”
>Rarity nods understandably, looking back up at you. “You’ll find her if you follow the road to the south, her home is a giant tree, you can’t miss it. Please, don’t think ill of us for what you’ve experienced so far…”
>You nod
“I will take your word for it. However, I’ve not forgotten what you did, and so eventually I will come back, and ask for payment for the item you stole from me.”
>”…How much, exactly, are we talking about?” Rarity asks, a bit nervous
“I’ve no idea, yet.”
>And with that, you finish your fruit, open the door, and walk out
>Alright, first night here, and you’ve already had sex with the dominant species
>Usually, most members of the World State would consider this an achievement, but now…
>Now it just feels weird.
>You turn to the south, and follow the trail once again
>Still, ponies continue to avoid you
>Eventually, you come to a giant tree
>Definitely looks like someone or something inhabits it
>Might as well double-check to make sure
>You knock on the door and step back
>The door opens, and some kind of small reptilian creature walks out, staring up at you with wide, slitted eyes
>”Um… can I help you?” it asks; you judge from its voice that it’s a younger version of its species
“Yes, is ‘Twilight’ here? I would very much like to have a word.”
>The reptile nods, before hurriedly speeding off
>You hear some muffled words spoken, before it comes back, beckoning you to enter
>You dip your head under the doorframe, and walk into the tree
>It’s… a library?
>Books. Books everywhere.
>You eye the walls of the tree; there’s not a wall in the entire place that doesn’t have some kind of bookshelf on it
>So much knowledge… Now THIS, you could get used to.
>The reptile points to another door. “She’ll be in here,” it says, holding out a clawed hand to you. “Oh, I’m Spike, by the way. I’m Twilight’s number one assistant!”
>You nod and smile, shaking the hand
“Anonymous. One of the ten Controllers of the World State.”
>”One of the ten what-now?” Spike asks, raising an eyebrow at you
>You chuckle a bit
“Come inside, and you’ll find out.”
>You open the door slowly, peering inside
>There is a purple pony inside, its face buried in a book
>Doesn’t look like it even noticed the two of you walking in
>”Hey Twilight, that guest is here now,” Spike says, walking over to the purple pony
>The pony immediately shoots its head up in surprise, “Huh, wha-?”
>You deduce that she is female from her voice and her long, flowing purple mane with…
>…Is that a pink highlight going through it?
>She looks over to you, and her eyes widen
>”Oh! So sorry,” she says, smiling up at you
“Completely fine. I apologize for coming on such short notice.”
>You hold out a hand
“Anonymous. One of the ten World Controllers.”
>She smiles, placing a hoof in your hand
>”Twilight Sparkle, student of the one and only Princess Celestia. An honor,” she smiles. “World Controllers, huh? Sounds pretty interesting to me,” she grins up at you
>You smile back at her
“No, the honor is all mine.”
>Twilight giggles
>”Oh, quite the charmer too,” she says, placing her hoof back down. “So, what brings you here, Mr. Anonymous?”
“Rarity told me that you may have direct access to… ‘Celestia’? I believe that’s what the name was.”
>”Oh, Princess Celestia? Yes, I can do that,” she says, levitating a quill and paper over to you. “Seeing as you have hands, I trust you can write it yourself?” she asks, grinning up at you
>You nod
“I am one of the ten Controllers of the World State. Writing is essential for us to have.”
>She giggles lightly, before sitting down and waiting for you to finish writing
>…
“And there it is.”
>Twilight nods, levitating the paper over to her
>”Dear Princess Celestia,” she begins, “It is an honor. I am Anonymous, one of the ten World Controllers. As you may or may not be aware, I am not of this world. Your ponies have been very hospitable, however I do believe it is time for me to look into ways to find my way back to my own universe. Currently, I have been unable to discover any answers. I wish to speak with you in person on this matter.”
>”Signed, Anonymous”
>Twilight nods. “Alright Spike, you know what to do!” she smiles at the reptile, levitating the paper over to him
>”Got it!” he exclaims, grabbing the paper and taking a deep breath
>A giant green flame erupts from his mouth, engulfing the entire letter
>…
“What the- …What was that for?!”
>You look to the purple pony, your face scrunched up in an irritated look
>”What was ‘what’ for?” she asks
“Why did you burn that letter I just spent 3 minutes writing?”
>She giggles. “Anonymous, you have a lot to learn about magic. Spike’s dragonflame didn’t burn the letter.”
>Dragonflame?
>So that reptile is… a dragon?
>Strange, from the stories in the vault of the World Controllers you expected him to be larger, even as a younger one
>”Spike’s flame is enchanted. Essentially, it’s like an instant mailing system directly to Celestia herself.”
>You nod; makes about as much sense as anything else relating to magic here
>Suddenly, you hear a loud belch come from the young dragon, followed by a large, green flame
>You start to question the safety of having a dragon living in a giant tree
>Your thought process is interrupted by a small tap as something lands on the ground
>”And there is Princess Celestia’s response,” Twilight smiles up at you. “Well, go on, read it aloud!”
>You pick up the scroll, opening the bindings and spreading it out
“Greetings, Anonymous. I am Princess Celestia. I have read your letter, and believe a personal audience is a splendid idea. I will have a carriage sent to Ponyville at the earliest convenience. Until it arrives, I feel it would be best if you stay with my student, Twilight Sparkle. The last thing we need, as I’m sure you may be thinking the same thing, is a mass panic due to some other-worldly creature being here. Yours truly, Princess Celestia.”
>”Oh wow, this is wonderful!” Twilight exclaims, smiling at you
>You nod
“You know, I’ve never actually met any sort of royalty before. The World State has removed any sort of royalty from its society in favor of stability and community. They were of the past, and old things are history. History is bunk, and therefore we no longer had any need for kings and queens when we have the World State governing everything.”
>”Ooh, more talk of this society you’re from!” Twilight exclaims. “Wait; let me get something to write all of this down. Documenting other creatures’ social structures sounds like so much fun!”
>You sigh
“Don’t get too excited about it. That other unicorn, Rarity, didn’t seem to like the idea very much…”
>Twilight smiles and shakes her head. “I’ve read enough stories to where I’m mostly un-phased by many different things. So don’t hold back.”
>You nod as you begin explaining to her, in much more detail than you did with Rarity, the society and the hierarchy of the World State
>Despite saying she is un-phased by many things, even she cringes when you mention what goes on at the Hatchery in order to organize the humans into the caste system
>”So… you must be some sort of Alpha, then? Seeing as you don’t seem to have any sort of… modifications.”
“Indeed. Every World Controller is deemed so by birth; an Alpha Double-Plus, showing to all that we are the superior intellectual and physical beings of the World State, and the only ones fit to rule it.”
>Twilight nods, scribbling this down quickly on the parchment. “Alright. So, is that everything?” she asks, looking up at you
>You nod; aside from the experiment to search for new sources of soma ingredients, you’ve told her mostly everything
>”So… what exactly did you do to wind up here?”
>…Just your luck.
“I cannot disclose that; I was performing top-secret work for the World State.”
>”But…” she looks up at you, raising an eyebrow. “That doesn’t make any sense… what good would it do not telling me?”
“It’s not important right now.”
>”But it is!” she exclaims, getting to her hooves, sending her writings away to a nearby shelf, on top of another massive stack of papers. “Anonymous, they sent you here for a reason, didn’t they? Did they ever even consider a way to go back?!”
>You are silent
>”Being separated from your own kind… it must be horrible for you to go through…”
>You shake your head
“It’s not nearly as bad as you think it is. Personally, I’ve always wanted to get away from the World State; however my work as a World Controller prevented me from that.”
>Her eyes widen. “What?”
“All of us World Controllers are actually quite a few decades older than most other members in our society. We remember when the work of Our Ford was still coming together in society, before the Nine Years War.”
>She eyes you for a moment. “Then why…?”
“Because all ten of us have dedicated ourselves to happiness and stability. Everything is controlled by us. Science, technology, literature, mathematics… all governed by the World State, to make sure stability is maintained.”
>”But I thought the World State thrived on the pursuit of science?”
“Even science must be regulated if you are to keep control.”
>You take a piece of parchment from a nearby table and begin scribbling down diagrams and notes
“Science brings about change in a society. Theories are questioned that have already been stated by the World State as true. Questioning theories from the government changes the mindset of humans. They start to doubt the knowledge the World State has to offer them. Community and stability fall, and that, my friend, leads to chaos.”
>Twilight’s eyes widen as your hand flies across the parchment, writing down all of the possible outcomes of too much progress
 >You enjoy this, actually; it’s been so long since you’ve spoken with someone that hasn’t had the conditioning of the World State
>You predict intellectual conversations to come, if anything else
>…That is, if there wasn’t a frantic knock at your door
>”Twilight! Is Mister Anonymous in there?” asked an excited, bubbly voice from the other side
>Oh Ford…
>”Yes, just one moment, Pinkie,” Twilight calls back to the door
>She trots over, and opens the door with her magic
>You quickly get to your feet, frantically looking for an escape route. A window, an elevator, an-
>…Oh. Giant tree. Right.
>The next thing you know, a pink blur is flying through the air, slamming right into your chest and sending you tumbling back onto the floor and pinning you down. “Hi Anon!” the pink pony from the previous day smiles excitedly down at you
“…Hello?”
>”Well c’mon! You didn’t forget about me throwing you a big party, didja?”
>Party?
“…Pinkie, please get off of me.”
>She giggles and nods, “Alright, but only because you asked so nicely,” she says, stepping to the side to let you get to your feet
>”I think a party is a wonderful idea, actually,” Twilight smiles up at you as she walks over. “If anything, it’ll give you a chance to let other ponies warm up to you.”
>”Yeah! And that shouldn’t be too hard, because I invited everyp0ny I could find!” Pinkie exclaims, bouncing excitedly in her spot
>”See?” Twilight smiles at you
>You think for a moment
>Maybe she’s right… who knows? This could be your chance to warm up to the native populous around here
>”Besides, it’ll give me enough time to get you a room fixed up for your stay here,” Twilight smiles. “Rarity is as generous as they come, but I doubt she was prepared for someone as… large, as you are,” she giggles
>You sigh, shaking the memory out of your head
“Alright, I’ll go.”
>”Great!” Pinkie exclaims, walking around to your backside and placing her forehooves on you, pushing you out of the room. “Now c’mon silly, let’s go!”
>You sigh as you begin to walk next to her, towards the location of the party
“…What did you say this place was called?”
>”Sugarcube Corner! Oh, it’s only the best place EVER! Sweets and desserts as far as the eye can see!” she grins up at you. “And the Cakes will just love to see a newcomer to Ponyville!”
>You hesitate for a moment; not sure if ‘Cakes’ was a name or if she was referring to the pastry
“You said that everyon-…er, ‘every pony’ was going to be there, right?”
>”Yup! Made sure of it!”
“Are there any other… intelligent creatures in this world?”
>”Hm… well, we’ve got ponies and dragons, and gryphons and manticores! Oh! And we’ve even seen a minotaur on occasion!”
>Wait a minute
>Minotaurs…
>Half bull, half… human?!
“So wait; if there are minotaurs here, then wouldn’t that mean that there are-”
>”Ooh! We’re here!” Pinkie exclaims, interrupting you and shooting off to close the distance between her and the door
>Well, guess you’ll just have to ask Celestia later
>You slowly walk inside, taking care not to smack your head on the doorframe
>Everyone immediately turns their heads to look at you
>”Everyp0ny, this here is Anon!” Pinkie shouts. “He’s new to Ponyville, and Equestria altogether, so let’s give him a warm welcome!”
>Silence
>Then, a blue pony with wings and a flowing, rainbow-colored mane floats over to you
>She peers closely at you, inches from your face with large, magenta eyes
>The two of you remain locked in that position for what seems like hours
>After a few moments, the pony grins and floats back
>”Rainbow Dash is my name,” she says, landing on the ground and extending a hoof up to you
>You smile, shaking it
>The pony shakes her head side to side. “No, Anon; here, we bump hooves instead of shaking them,” she snickers at you, holding her hoof up once again. “Try again.”
>You hesitate for a few moments, but then curl your fingers up into a fist, bumping it against her hoof
>Strange concept, but you can see the convenience of it
>”Alright, let’s get this party started!” Rainbow Dash exclaims, pumping her fist into the air and leaping up quite a few feet with the help of her wings
>This party was definitely different compared to the World State
>Usually, those parties would end up turning into massive orgies
>You didn’t care; you had no intention of fucking a pony
>Still, this party is definitely entertaining in other ways
>The taste of cake and desserts… definitely tasted better than most of the food served at the World State
>You’ll have to keep that in mind… everyone seems to love desserts
>Desserts make people happy.
>Desserts.
>Make a mental note of that.
>Suddenly, you hear the sound of a few dishes moving around, and the sound of cheering and whooping coming from one side of the party
>You turn and see…
>…Is that a pony dancing?
>Sure enough, there is a pony with a plum-colored coat and a mulberry mane dancing rather awkwardly on top of one of the tables
>Her moves are a bit too clumsy, however, and she ends up kicking the punch bowl…
>…And it lands right on the head of a pony, completely drenching her in the refreshment.
>Her teal eyes are wide, and her light pink hair is completely soaking wet from it
>You quickly rush over to her
“Are you alright?”
>She’s quivering, sitting on her haunches as she stares up at you
>The attention of the party seems to have shifted from her and back to the dancing pony after they noticed that you’re handling the situation
>You kneel down in front of her, taking the punch bowl off of her head
“Hey, are you alright?”
>You smile at her, and both of you lock eyes
“Would you like me to help you wash that out? I’m sure the last thing you want to do is go around smelling like berry punch all day.”
>…If only you knew the irony
>But you don’t, since you’re new here
>She gasps, and her wings spring out
“By the way, what’s your name?”
>”F-Fluttershy,” she stammers out almost immediately, still shocked by something
>She turns her head away, blushing profusely
>You raise an eyebrow inquisitively
“What’s the matter? Was it something I said?”
>”Um… oh my, well… it’s just that…” she stutters over her words for a bit, before looking down, and then back up at you with her eyes. “Nopony does that to anyp0ny unless… um… well, they plan on choosing them as their special somep0ny,” she mutters softly
>You scratch your head
“…Not sure I completely follow. But where I’m from, we humans don’t mind, since everyone belongs to everyone.”
>Now it was the pony’s turn to scratch her head. “Wha…?”
“I’ll explain it later. So, do you want to get clean, or what?”
>She hesitates for a moment, but then looks up at you and nods, smiling a bit, her cheeks still red
>You nod, standing and walking over to Pinkie Pie
“This party was wonderful. Thank you very much, but I think I’m going to go ahead and retire for the night.”
>You smile at the pink pony; it wasn’t like the parties at the World State, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy yourself
>”Aw, no problem Anon!” she exclaims, beaming up at you. “It -is- getting a bit late, so you go on ahead and rest.”
>She turns to the party crowd. “Alright, Anon’s gonna go ahead and go to bed now! But that doesn’t mean the party is over!” she shouts. “Let’s hear it for Anon, everyp0ny!”
>The crowd, over the course of the party, has since grown much more accustomed to your appearance, so by this time they waste no time cheering loudly for you
>You smile and wave, before turning and walking over to the yellow pony you just met
“Ready to go?”
>She smiles lightly and nods, standing on her hooves and walking up next to you, before the two of you leave Sugarcube Corner behind in the dimming night sky

>You turn to look at the fluttering yellow pony after a few moments
“So, wings on a horse… I suppose that makes you a pegasus, then?”
>She jolts up a bit from the surprise of you talking to her, and then quickly calms down. “Oh, yes… yes I am.”
>You smile, and look forward
“You know, back where I’m from, your kind is only in mythology. Same with unicorns, gryphons, dragons… Nothing aside from humans is sentient in my world, actually.”
>Fluttershy stops flying and slowly lowers herself to the ground. “Oh, that’s nice,” she smiles up at you. “So you were a bit shell-shocked when you first arrived here, then?”
“I’ll say.”
>Both of you share a small laugh at that
“Though, a lot has changed in the past four-hundred-fifty years in my world. Nothing is natural anymore; it’s all created by the World State now.”
>Fluttershy gasps a bit and looks up at you. “Nothing at all?!”
“There are very few places, and even then it’s all regulated and controlled by the World State.”
>”Oh my, that’s terrible…” Fluttershy mutters. “Nature must always be allowed to work unrestricted, no matter what aspect it is…”
“From what I’ve seen, the pegasi have a similar system in place. I’ve seen them flying around and moving clouds around in the sky as I walk.”
>Fluttershy’s eyes widen. “I suppose when you put it that way…”
>You chuckle lightly
“See? We’re not all that different after all.”
>The two of you continue your walk in mostly silence. Eventually you come to a small cottage-like home, and Fluttershy smiles. “Home sweet home…”
>You nod
>”Oh, by the way, um, I have a few animal companions…” she mutters in a low whisper
“I’m sure it’s not tha-OH FORD GET IT OFF OF ME!!”
>As some sort of security measure, the second you opened the door and the animals realized it wasn’t Fluttershy, a squirrel quickly charged at your face, launching itself up onto you and blinding you, sending you tumbling back
>”No! No, get off him!” Fluttershy exclaims
>The squirrel looks up at her before giving you another scratch on the cheek
>The little fucker hops off your face
>She helps you to your feet. “Oh my, I sincerely apologize, Mr. Anon…” she mutters, her head hanging low in shame
>You sigh, checking your face
>Only a few scratches, not too bad
“It’s fine. I just hope I don’t end up scaring off even more things with scratches on my face like this.”
>Fluttershy giggles, walking inside. “Here, come with me, we’ll take care of those nasty scratches first; my bath can wait until after,” she says. “Go ahead; sit down over there, I’ll be right back with some bandages,” she smiles at you, pointing at the large sofa in her room before hurrying off
>You nod, walking over to sit down, lightly touching your face
>The wounds aren’t anything major, though there are a few that managed to draw some blood
>The squirrel from earlier leaps up next to you, and appears to be trying to communicate with you
“Oh, are you here to make peace with your end before becoming a hat for me?”
>You give the squirrel the most wicked, bloodthirsty grin you can make
>It squeaks in terror and scurries off
>Damn thing deserved it for clawing your face
>Fluttershy walks in a few minutes later, carrying a roll of bandages in her teeth. “Gosh, he must have really been sorry; he went running as soon as he went into the room…”
>You snicker on the inside
>You shrug
“He seemed pretty sorry to me. I’m sure he’ll never do it again.”
>Fluttershy smiles, placing the bandages down on a nearby table, tearing a few small pieces off with her teeth. “Alright, hold still now…” she says, leaning forward with one
>She presses it lightly against one of your scratches
>You wince at first
>…Did she just kiss you and make it stick?
>She repeats this a few times, until all of the major cuts are covered
>Each time she did, she attached it using a kiss
>You’re not entirely sure what to make of this
>”Alright, you’re all fixed up now,” she smiles happily at you
“That’s good. So, you ready to get that juice out of your hair?”
>”Oh my, yes!” she exclaims, once again fairly quietly, but the excitement was there. “I had the animals go fix up a bath, let’s go!”
>You nod, following her upstairs
>The two of you walk into a bathroom, and sure enough, there’s a warm bath going
>Fluttershy floats up into the air, and then slowly lowers herself into the warm water, letting out a relaxed sigh as it enveloped her
>You reach over for a bottle of shampoo
>Question the use ponies would have for it, and then decide to not ask
>They might as well be humans before the Nine Year’s War, but in a pony form
>You rub the shampoo through your fingers, and begin running your hands through her mane
>She closes her eyes; tilting her head down to let you have full reach through her mane
>You run your hands up, and begin massaging her head
>She lets out a relaxed “Mmm…” as your fingers release the tension around her head
>After a few minutes, you finish washing her mane, and she dips her head under the water
>She comes up, letting her mane fall back behind her ears
>First time you’ve seen her without her mane covering part of her face
>She smiles, “Wow, you’re really great at that!” she says, slowly standing up out of the bath. “Have you ever considered becoming a masseuse? I’m sure Aloe and Lotus could use someone like you.”
>You smile
“Well, it’s been quite a long time since I gave someone else a massage; I never considered it.”
>”I wouldn’t have guessed,” she says, rolling her head around a bit, “That was so relaxing…”
“I could see that. So, ready to get the rest of it out?”
>She nods. “Mmhmm!”
>You reach up and grab a bar of soap, lathering it in your hands before running them along her neck and body, pressing lightly into the joints in her limbs
>You eye her wings for a moment, before gently grabbing hold of the base of one with two of your fingers
>She yelps in surprise, but then slowly outstretches the wing
>It may not be part of the World State, but you can’t help but be absolutely astonished by the beauty of pegasus wings
>You slowly go over each one, lathering just the top bone and back of the wings
>She’s blushing heavily through all of this, but it slowly fades as you move from her wings further down…
>You stop for a moment once you reach her flank
“Are you alright with me going any further? From what I can tell, ponies have different beliefs and morals than the World State, so I’ll understand if you don’t want me to.”
>”Oh, um…” she mutters, turning to look at you. “It’s… it’s alright, you go ahead…”
>You nod, continuing moving down her flank with the soap, massaging her back legs one at a time
>She lets out small “eep!”s and low, relaxed moans as you relieve the tension in her legs
>”Oh my… Mr. Anon, are you sure you’ve never considered becoming a masseuse?”
>You shake your head, moving further up her hind legs
>She lets out a gasp as you reach her underbelly. “A-Anon~!” she yelps out, turning to look at you
>You quickly retract your hand
“What? What is it?”
>”…Do that again.”
>…What?
“What do you mean?”
>”Whatever it was you just did, do it again…” she mutters, raising her flank into the air
>You hesitate; what was it you did?
>You place your hand on her underbelly again, running soap along it
>She giggles, before gasping and letting out another moan
>Okay, this is getting weird
“Fluttershy?”
>She turns around to look at you
>”Oh my… you’ve done so much for me, Anon…” she mutters, a different look in her eyes
>You’re wondering where she’s going with this
>She slowly moves her tail aside, giving you a full view of her exposed marehood and ass. “There must be ‘something’ I can do to repay you for all of this…”
>You realize what caused her to moan
>Your palm was brushing up against her teats when you were washing her underbelly
>…Ford.
>”Come on, Anon… You must be so stressed and frustrated from being sent from your world…” she mutters in a bit of a forced seductive tone, “Take it all out on me, rut me like you would a human! I want to feel all of you, Anon!” she exclaims
>Alright, that’s it, you’re out of here
>You stand up and shake your head
>”No? That’s a shame…” Fluttershy says, dipping her flank into the water, before stepping out. “Because it’s so wet, I’m sure you’ll slide right in…”
>Nopenopenopenopenopenope
>You shake your head, walking away
>”Oh no you don’t!” she growls, tackling you to the ground under her
>You try to struggle under her, but she has you pinned, preventing any escape
>You turn your head to the side to look up at her
>”I’ve got you now!”
“Wonderful. Now, how are you going to pull it off with me facing the ground, hm?”
>You grin
>Her eyes widen in surprise
>”Hm… I never thought of that…”
>Whew, at least you’re safe for now
>”I suppose I could rut you from here instead, if that’s what you like…” she says, before letting out a small whistle
>One of the animals brings up some sort of phallic device
>This is worse than any form of conditioning ever
>”Hm… now to get those clothes off…” she mutters, before gripping them in her teeth, tugging hard
>They won’t budge
>Thank Ford that ponies don’t have hands
>”Oh my, I hadn’t planned on it being this hard…” Fluttershy says, catching her breath for a moment
>You take this opportunity to struggle under her once again
>This time, you manage to get your torso to lift off of the ground; she has you pinned beyond your elbows and knees
>You quickly force your body back against hers, knocking the wind out of her and getting one of your arms free
>You turn and work the other one out from under her hoof momentarily
>Fluttershy recovers quickly, however, and stops your progress
>Oh no… by turning to free your other hand, she now has full access to your entire front
>”Yes…” she mutters, grinning down at you and pinning your arms once again, making great care to keep her hooves against your biceps to hold your torso down this time
>She lowers herself down and pins your lower body under her flank
>She slowly begins grinding her marehood against the outside of your pants
>Great, just great. Your first full day here, and already two ponies have attempted to rape you
>One of them succeeded
>You won’t let it happen again
>…But there’s not much you can do; you’re pinned underneath a pegasus, and her animals are slowly working to remove your pants
>…This just isn’t your day.
>You sigh on the inside
>You’ve never been one to lie, but… worth a shot.
“…Alright, you win. I’ll do it.”
>She stops grinding, and looks down at you, surprised. “You… you will?”
>You nod slowly and hesitantly
>”Wonderful! Now then, could you… help me get these off?” she asks, looking down at your clothing
>The animals were a good idea; however, they were ineffective at removing your pants
“Sure. But… you don’t mind being on bottom, do you? It’s… sort of my thing.”
>As much as you didn’t want to admit it, that was actually mostly true
>As a World Controller, and being the head of the World State, you enjoyed being in control
>Both of you lock eyes
>You suddenly feel a strange sensation coming over you, as if something powerful was influencing your decisions
>You manage to fight it off, and continue inducing your will upon her
> “Oh yes, o-of course, Mr. Anon!” she gasps, before giving you a wink and side-stepping off of you
>You stand up, brushing your clothes off
>”Alright, there you are. Well, let’s get started!” she smiles up at you, wiggling her flank in excitement
“Sure.”
>She grins excitedly, barely suppressing a squeak of anticipation
>You sigh, before picking her up and setting her up on your lap
>You take note of how now she’s a lot lighter than before
>You grin back at her
“Ready? I’m fixing to knock you silly.”
>”Oh, you like it rough after all, don’t you?” she giggles
“Yep.”
>You place your hands under her front legs, before lifting her up and standing
>You take the opportunity of her surprise to fling her at the wall
>She may be able to soften the landing, but even she can’t compete against your Alpha Double-Plus strength
>She smacks her head, and a few bottles of soap fall from the shelves, a few landing on her head
>She’s dazed; now’s your chance
>You quickly sprint out of the bathroom and down the stairs, nearly tripping at the bottom
>She’s attempting to follow, but due to her dazed state she can only go so far without teetering to the side
>You really seem to have done a number on her, so you do your best to simply dodge whenever she tries to tackle you
>You dash out of the door, doing a barrel-roll into a nearby patch of bushes before she has the chance to get outside
>”Come out, come out, wherever you are, Anon…” she calls out, a crazed look in her eyes
>You manage to keep yourself hidden long enough for her to give up the search, and head back inside
>You breathe a sigh of relief, and quickly move through the foliage, making sure to stay out of sight from the cottage until you made it far enough away
>You look around; it’s dark enough to where she won’t see you moving this far away, but your eyes have adjusted enough to where you can find your way back to Twilight’s library
>On your way, you take note of many different things that the ponies have compared to the World State
>Rather than electricity and technology, it would seem that the lights in this place work on their own
>Interesting, you’ll have to ask Twilight about it tomorrow
>You arrive at the tree-library, and knock on the door
>It opens, and Twilight walks up, rubbing her eye sleepily. “A…nonymous?” she mumbles, looking up at you
>You nod
“Sorry about coming back so late, I had some… complications.”
>”Did the party go well?”
“Oh, yes, it was marvelous, however… well, I’ll just tell you inside then.”
>She shrugs, and steps back, letting you dip your head under the doorframe and walk inside
>”I have a place for you to stay fixed up, but I’m worried it might still be a bit small for you,” she says, walking up the stairs
>You follow her up
>You come to two beds, set up across from each other, with a smaller basket-like bed next to the one on the right, with the small dragon sleeping in it
>”…Sorry, but you’ll just have to make do with sleeping up here with Spike and I until further notice,” she says
>You shrug
“This will work fine, I’m only staying here for a few days, it looks like. This shouldn’t be too bad.”
>She nods and smiles, hopping up onto her bed. “Well, it’s late, so I’m going to go ahead and turn in for the night. I suggest you do the same too, you have another big day tomorrow,” she says, slipping under the covers
>You nod, walking over to the other bed and removing your suit jacket and button-up shirt, folding them neatly
>You’re not some sort of crazy hooligan; you are a World Controller, which means you must look official at all times
>…Even though your hair is completely disheveled and your pants are covered in grass and mud
>It could have been MUCH worse, you think to yourself
>You set your glasses onto the nightstand next to your bed
>You remove your pants, before folding them as well and placing them onto the floor next to you, next to your other clothing
>Make a mental note to wash those clothes tomorrow…

>End Part II