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- “Bah! Yeah… yes. Mhm.”
- >You’re an incredibly intoxicated green man from outer space.
- >That means you’re Anonymous. No last other names. Just, Anonymous.
- >And right now, you’re inside the only bar in Ponyville.
- >It’s a dingy, poorly lit, wooden thatch-roofed building that smells faintly of mold.
- >That doesn’t bother you, though. Been in worse places before.
- >Not to mention the fact that you need your lifeblood.
- >Alcohol.
- >At this point you almost never leave the place.
- >You’re not just considered a regular at this point, you’re more then that.
- “Speakin’ of regulamars, what even IS an regulation?”
- >Damn, that’s a good question.
- >Hmmm…
- >Now you’re Foamy Scotch.
- >Best bartender this side of Ponyville.
- >Of course, it’s not like you have any competition. But if stallions think you’re wealthy, let em’. They’re all over you anyways.
- >Doesn’t help that you’re a muscled and well built at an intimidating 3’8”. Stallions like em’ taller.
- >No one’s taller than Anon, though.
- >That poor Anon. No mare of his specie around.
- >Maybe they’d help corral him, too.
- >He’s been hanging around your bar for the past month almost constantly.
- >At first it seemed more like an attempt to ‘escort’ some mares home.
- >But after he ordered some 5%, straight, you knew he was for real.
- >He asked for 50% at first, poor dear probably had never had alcohol before and didn’t know what types there were.
- >You tried to make him get a appletini, but he quote unquote called them ‘Gay’.
- >While gay stallions may be hot, it didn’t really have an application there.
- >Anyways, it’s probably time to cut him off for tonight.
- >Anon again.
- >You have realized that regulations are simply not real.
- >Obvious in retrospect.
- “Weww, keep em’ comin Foamy! I’m not dead yet!”
- >You wave across the building to Foamy.
- >Man, she was pretty cute.
- >Like, super cute. Not in the sexual way of course, that’d be heresy.
- “Cute. Yeah.”
- >You’re staring at nothing.
- >Man, ponies are cute.
- >Ultra cute.
- >“Uhh, Anon? You there?”
- >A question brakes through your haze.
- >You look around confused. Who said your name?
- >Oh yeah. Foam.
- >“Yeah, well, I think you’ve had enough for tonight.”
- >Oh shitttt.
- >That’s not good.
- >You’re still able to think clearly, you’re not even close to your limit yet.
- >You speak up, slightly angered. You’ll be damned if this little pone takes your drinks away.
- “Naw, no, nein. You listen here ya little shieet. Imma’.. You’re, you’re gonna get me more drink. Like, a lot more. More. Kay’?!”
- >Halfway through you stand up, towering over the short pony.
- >She doesn’t seem phased.
- >Maybe it’s because you do and say almost the same thing every night?
- >Nah.
- >”Sorry, Anon. But I can’t have you scaring off more customers.”
- >Fuck, she’s not going to back down.
- >Hmm, how can you solve this.
- >Well, ponies are cute.
- >And ponies are awkward about snuggles for some reason.
- >You used to snuggle your cat back on Earth, simply because you had no one else to.
- >But now you do! All these cute widdle large-eye’d huggable ponies!
- >So, using this flawless logic, you decide it’ll be the perfect punishment to snuggle this pone.
- >You’re Foamy again.
- >Anon’s just standing there, staring at you.
- >Like, really staring at you. Intently.
- “Goddamnit, Anon. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”
- >Suddenly, in a flash of movement, he picks you up and presses you against his chest.
- >Holding you stable by picking you up like a baby, he tries his hardest to curl the rest of his body against you.
- >Oh god, oh god.
- “L-let.. Let me go Anon!”
- >You don’t want him to let you go.
- >He puts his face into your back fur and rubs it around.
- >”Nahhhhh…”
- >All the other mares are staring at you!
- >Fuck, fuck. Gotta preserve your status, no matter how cute and nice Anon is.
- >You struggle and kick a bit in his grip, but he only grips you tighter.
- >”Mmmm…”
- >He hums into your back, sending vibrations through your entire body.
- >He surrounds you tighter, pulling you even closer.
- >’Oh god..’
- >He’s almost completely surrounded you now, and he is just rubbing his face all over your body.
- >’...I’m trapped’
- >He hums into you again.
- >You wink. Downstairs.
- >’....muh fetish.’
- >Four hours later.
- >Anon’s finally left.
- >Close up time.
- >It’s rather easy to ignore what happened earlier.
- >Easy to ignore Anon picking you up and holding you close to his warm body like-
- >...Nevermind.
- >Anon was drunk and feeling a little loose.
- >This was no different from the times when you picked up drunk stallions.
- >Except you didn’t take advantage of it this time.
- >Why?
- >Well, you plan on ignoring that as well.
- >’Ah, almost forgot a table.’
- >Yup, just doing clean up duties.
- >Mhm. Nothing new.
- >...
- >Fucking, who were you trying to kid.
- >You have a schoolgirl crush on Anon.
- >Sure, he’s essentially an overgrown monkey but there’s a lot weirder fetishes out there.
- >And for some reason, you didn’t just want to solely fuck him.
- >Of course, though, that was on the to do list.
- >’Mmm, wonder if the size of his dick corresponded to the rest of his body~’
- >Wait, you’re getting off track.
- >You can think about these things when you’re back home. Alone in your bed.
- >Alone…
- >Anon.
- >You. Are. The. Anon.
- “Aaaaaanon!”
- >It’s a unique name.
- >You’re stumbling along the usual path back to home.
- >It’s dark, and you occasionally stumble on one of the loose cobbles.
- >Streetlamps were invented, but were only put in major cities.
- >What a shame that is.
- >Just as you round another corner and your home comes into view, a mare appears seemingly out of nowhere.
- >”Heyyy, big boy. You look a little lost.”
- >You stare at her.
- >She has a bright lime coat and a yellow mane. She’s kind of skinny too.
- >Her eyes seem extra big.
- >Big eyes.
- >Very big eyes.
- >That’s cute.
- >You practically dive at her and tackle her to the ground.
- >”What the fuck!?” she yells out in surprise.
- >You ignore her screams for mercy.
- >This is Anon territory.
- “You are mine now, xeno. Do not attempt escape.”
- >You scoop her up and bolt as fast as you possibly can for your door.
- >She squirms and twists in your grasp. No heed is paid.
- >The world zoom past as you center in on the front door.
- >You lower your shoulder and prepare for impact.
- >Closing your eyes and preparing for your end, you embrace it.
- “For the Empire!” you whisper under your breath.
- >As soon as your full weight hits the door, it slams open and breaks the plaster on the wall behind it.
- >A minor casualty.
- >You wobble your way up the stairs and walk along the carpeted hallway into your bedroom.
- >The queen-sized bed you spent extra on will come in handy.
- >You leap onto said giant bed, still holding your pony-payload.
- >Pulling her up to your face and cuddling her like a stuffed animal, you begin to doze off.
- >Yesss….
- >She’s stopped struggling and seems to have accepted her place in the world.
- >Which is as your personal cuddlebug.
- >The entire world seems to be incredibly peaceful as darkness slowly encroaches around your mind.
- >Be Lime Rita.
- >Some crazy alien colt has foalnapped you off the streets after you tried to seduce him.
- >Now you’re stuck inside his house.
- >Not to mention his iron grasp.
- >’I guess it’s not so bad…’
- >There’s much worse beings you could’ve been stolen by.
- >And a cute, drunk monkey colt who happens to be a bit friendly is probably one of the better options.
- >You squirm around a bit, but he pulls you closer.
- >He pulls you so close, in fact, that it literally forces a high pitched squeak out of you.
- >There goes all your marely-ness points.
- >...Not like you had many in the first place.
- >The pitch black room seems to invite sleepiness anyways, and you quickly find yourself nodding off.
- >You just hope he doesn’t think you raped him in the morning.
- >Eight hours later, and you’re Anon again.
- >You slowly shuffle around on your bed, trying to ignore the pounding headache and prevalent nausea.
- >’God, not again. This might be the worst one yet.’
- >You slink out of bed before registering that you were just holding something.
- >Something warm.
- >You crack one eye open just a bit, still trying to adjust to the morning light peeking through a window.
- >There’s a passed out pony on your bed.
- >Hm.
- >Not the first time you stole some random pony, probably won’t be the last either.
- >Better put her back outside and pray she just thinks it was some really weird dream, whatever you did.
- >Just as you pick her up again, she jolts in your grip.
- >You almost drop her as she slowly wakes up and spots you, before letting loose a little shriek.
- “Shh, shh, shh. Shh, pony. Sorry about whatever I did.”
- >She flips in your grip, forcing you to drop her down to the floor.
- >Her little legs propel her faster then you thought possible.
- >She dashes out of your bedroom, and just out of your sight, before you here a rather loud ‘thunk’ and some groaning.
- >You shamble to the doorway and peek out, just to see that the pony had knocked herself out on the wall.
- >Guess it’s baby-sitting time.
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