Anon the Guard Dog [AiPP]

>You are Anonymous.
>A student and part of your collages local football team.
>Groggily, you push yourself off the ground.
>You are nowhere near the designated party area.
>In fact, you seem to have woken up in a cave system of some sort.
>You take out your phone and try calling your best friend for a pick up.
>No signal.
>Your eyes dart around anxiously.
>Okay Anon, think rationally.
>How did you even end up in a place like this?
>Maybe you just partied too hard and ended up… wherever this is.
>A win isn’t to be taken lightly by borderline alcoholic college students, after all.
>You've gotten into some... predicaments while pissed off your ass before, but nothing like this.
>It has to be some elaborate senior joke.
>Yes, that's right.
>Some respect these guys have for their school mascot.
”Guys, this isn’t funny!” you call out into the darkness, the only response being an echo.
>Trudging on forward, you use your phone as a makeshift flashlight as you make your way through the cave.


>There's a multitude of tunnels.
>Any way could be the way out.
>Feeling a strong current of wind, you tremble a bit.
>If there’s a gust, that means there’s an opening.
”Now do I go towards or away… does it matter?” you mumble, rubbing your temples.
>What you would give for a glass of water right about now.
>You swivel around to face where the gust is coming from and jog towards it.
”I’m never going to hear the end of—” You scream like a little bitch as you nearly fall through an opening in the floor.
>At the last second, you swing your armbs back, trying to mimic a bird as you catch your balance.
>Laughing anxiously, you turn and keep going, only to get a face full of bats who push you back into the hole.
>The screming starts again.
>It's like the slide of a waterpark but considerably more painful.
>Seconds pass as you roll towards your supposed demise.
>In that time you've come to the conclusion that gravity is a cold hearted bitch.
>Landing face first in a mound of soft dirt, the hood of your costume falls over your head.
>You groan in pain as you slide onto the hardened earth below.
>Jumping up onto your feet to shake some dirt off, you're relieved that nothing seems to be broken.
>You move your arms and legs around, in a very dance like maneuver, as you double check nothing's broken.


>Signing in relief that you don't even feel a sprain, you scan your surrounding area.
>This seems to be a large cavern system, although you still can’t see much.
>Crap, the phone.
>Scampering back on top of the mound, you quickly snatch the device that seems to have landed not far off from where you did.
>Lifting your hood a bit with one hand, you wipe dust of the screen of your phone with the thumb of your other.
>Luckily it doesn’t seem to be damaged either.
>As terrible as this prank is, you crack a smile as you slide back down the sift dirt.
>Nothing gets past... you.
>Looking up, you see short yet broad silhouettes quickly surround you.
>You to reel back and drop your phone.
>The sound of the screen shattering is almost comical considering what your facial expression must look like right now.
>You try to make out the contour of their form as your eyes adjust to the darkness.
>They almost seem like the team in their respective gear, yet hunched over.
>You start laughing in relief.
”Man, you guys went above and beyond with this. You got me, but I hope you guys plan to pay—”
>As you step closer you realize that they are rather large bipedal canine creatures.
>You immediately shut your mouth.
>You quickly jump back, tripping over a rock in the process. They approach in response.


”S-s-stop!” you yell as you make a pathetic attempt to kick up debris into their faces.
>The figures stop and make a series in an unintelligible grunts and whimpers to each other.
>Your brow furrows in confusion.
>Oddly enough, there seems to be some structural complexity behind the ‘words’.
>Despite how fascinating it is, it’s still horrifying to you and you cry out, as they try to grab you again.
>You despirately kick them away.
”Alright. I see it now. Someone gave me drugs at the party. That has to be it…” You force a laugh.
>The dogs all come in to grapple you and in one last attempt to defend yourself, you pick up the rock and chuck it at one of them.
>Unfortunately you miss.
>There’s a reason why you’re not the actual team.
>[spoiler]...Still important though.[/spoiler]
>One of the dogs chases after the rock, and fetches it, dropping it a few inches in front of you.
”Uhh… Good dog?”
>The dogs grunt to eachother again and grab you.
>They lift you up over them with ease, making you struggle once more.
“W-wait, this really isn’t necessary guys.”
One of them growls in your direction and you try your best to curl up defensively.
”O-okay,” you barely choke out, tears starting to form.


>You try and relax as you are hauled down the rabbit—or dog, in this case—hole of impending doom.
>If you’re going out, you’re going out like a man.
>A crying man, but a man nonethe less.

____


”This place is the fucking best.”
>You let you a boisterous laugh, as you drink some cider from a stone cup.
>A feminine looking dog comes over to refill your cup.
”Haha. Fuck off, Max,” you command, taking a large swig.
>Most of these dogs has been given a generic dog name by you.
>You can't help but be reminded of 'where the wild things are' given your situation.
>Wild is your middle name, afterall.
>You seem to be in a dining area, which also seems to contain what you assume are stolen loot and goods.
>That doesn’t concern you, apparently.
>For the most part these dogs don’t seem hostile.
>In fact, they seem to think you're one of them thanks to the mascot costume.
Another dog leans in and speaks to you in his series of grunts and growls.
>You chuckle and take a bite of your turkey drum and point at him. “Good one, Copper.”
Max grunts a bit and leans in closer to observe your turkey causing you to immediately pull the drumstick away.
”No. Bad dog!” You scold, waving your finger at her.
>She gives you the cutest puppy dog eyes you have ever seen in response.
>You chose to ignore it, however.
>There's no way you're falling for any cute trick by anything.


>You're still a manly man on a football team.
>Finishing your meal off, you toss the bone.
>The once pitiful looking thing rushes to catch it, rough housing with another to maintain control over her prize.
”Haha, dumb dogs— H-he-hey.”
>One of the larger males drags you off.
>You manage to grab an apple off the table and stash it in your pocket before you are pulled away.
”I’m drinking here.” You yell to no avail.
>He dons armor on your upper body.
>That's weird.
>These guys aren't even wearing gambeson undernieth it.
>Good thing you have clothes or this would chafe like crazy.
>He then hands you a spear.
”Wait, I actually have to work for food? This place is the fucking worst.”
>You grasp the spear firmly and size the dog up.
>Who are you kidding? You have no idea how to actually fight.
>You were always the charismatic guy that never had to.
>Wincing as the dog moves to leave the room, you quietly follow.
>Nahh.


”You guys might want to get some support beams down here, I’ll sue if I get caught in a cave in.”
>...
”I wonder if you guys know how to deal with methane, I don’t want to drop dead. Ohh, do you have those little bird cages?”
>...
"How do you get air in here?"
>...
”I once read in a book that you can get pneumonia from the fungus that grows on bat droppings in caves like this one.”
>...
”Do you guys ever have to deal with flooding?”
>...
”Where the fuck am I anyway?”
>The dog groans in obvious discomfort but otherwise ignores you.
>You are quite aware that he can’t understand you, but you often run your mouth when you’re anxious.
>Some bit of walking later, you find yourself in a crude dungeon.
>You use the end of your spear to make a series of clacks through the bars as you walk.
>This guy doesn’t seem to be appreciating the added noise.
>You think you’ll name him Lassy.
>You stop in your tracks.


>The cell before you contains some of the most adorable creatures you have ever seen.
>They shudder, muttering little squeaky neighs and nickers as they observe you.
>The sound you just made would made a highschool asian girl in a petting zoo proud.
>You rush over immediately and grasp cage bars, rattling it violently, making the ponies scramble to the back of the cell.
”Holy fuck, you are so cute.”
>you say not even caring at how much a faggot you sound like.
>The little equines splay their ears to show discomfort.
”Ohh gosh, don’t be scared, little guys,” you coo.
>There’s one larger equine and some younger tinier ones.
>Your heart stops as you notice they even have little costumes and props.
>The tiny horses start visibly shaking at your manic, toothy grin.
>Hopping back away, you turn to your dog companion and point at the cage.
”Can I please pet them?”
>The confused canine looks at your hand, then his eyes travel to the cage.
”Please.” you beg.
>You throw yourself at his feet- paws. Pawfeet.
"I'll be quiet. I'll never ask for anything ever again."
>He rolls his eyes, and grumbles something.


"Just five minutes, I swear-"
>He barks at you, making you curl up defensively again.
>Sighing, he makes his way to the thick barred cage, he nods and shoves one of many keys into the lock.
>An almost eerie clanking sound echos through the tunnels as he shifts through the set trying to find the right one.
>When you hear the keys jingle, you get up, eyes brightening. "Ohh thank you so much. You won't regr-"
>He growls again, baring his teeth.
>The largest pony steps out of the bunch and looks back to the smaller equines, before approaching the cell door with a stern defiant face.
>What you presume is a female has bright green fur and a rosey pink mane striped with white.
>No way in hell could she be the mother to all these, but she seems defensive anyways.
>Thinking about the possibilities of being a tiny horse sitter, you chuckle.
>Your expression then deadpans as a realization hits you, causing her to step back.
>You are sitting a tiny horse, that’s sitting even tiny horses.
>This place isn’t so bad after all.
>The lock clacks and the cage opens making you swing it open to get inside.
>Getting on one knee you show her a little magic trick, making your apple seemingly appear out of thin air.
>Either towards the apple or your old party trick, her ears perk up in interest and her lips tremble a bit as she slowly approaches you.
>You hear the door lock behind you, presumably to keep the equines from running around and getting themselves hurt.
>She gives the apple light tentative licks before snatching it out of your hand.
>Taking a few steps back to make sure she’s out of reach, she takes a massive bite out of it.


She seems tame, getting her to literally eat out of your hand.
>You take this as a sign of approval and reach over to scratch her behind the ear, making her tense up.
>She looks back up to you in fear, before passing the rest of the apple off to the smaller horses.
>”It's okay… I don’t know any generic horse names.” you mutter.
>Making broader strokes from her twitching ear to the base of her neck. She shudders and pants, lightly pressing her head into your hand with added enthusiasm.
>You can almost hear soft deep moans under her breath.
>Slowly inching forward, you wrap your arms around her, making the small creature cry out through clenched teeth.
>She weakly tries to push you back, but you don’t ease up.
>Sinking your nails into her back for a good scratching session, her body seems to gradually give in.
>The tinier horses seem frightened and confused, some averting their eyes.
>You'll get to them next time.
>Sitting back and crossing your legs, you pull the pony onto your lap facing away from you.
>You hold her firmly, giving her little room to writhe in pleasure as you rub her torso.
>With ragged baited breaths she squirms further into your lap, making your hold on her even more absolute.
>Her ears seem to flicker almost playfully as you continue your assault.
>You free a hand traveling up the underside of her muzzle for a light series of scratches.
>Her legs start lightly kicking again once you reach down to scratch at her lower belly.
>Shame seems to override her faltering defiant glare.


>You however, don’t notice, tending to space out when you pet smaller furry creatures.
>Not that you usually do that, being a football star.
>Suddenly she squirms as she arches her back farther than you thought possible for any equine.
>Trailing your hand further up you hold her ear gently between two fingers and rub them in a circular motion.
>It seems to push the cute little horse over the edge.
>She cries out loudly and falls limp in your grasp.
>”Huh, that was weird,” you say, awkwardly placing her wearied form onto the ground before exiting the cell.
>The dog’s face seems expressionless as he lets you out and points down the hall.
>He probably wants you to quit fooling around to finish your rounds.
>You smile and wave the ponies goodbye.
>The tiny ones continue looking at you fearfully.
>The mare just lays there gasping.
>You’re not sure where you are or how you got here, but you don’t mind waiting it out until someone comes to find you.
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