The Tale of Anonymous.

Okay everyone. Gather round. I'm going to tell you a story. This story takes place a long time ago. Everyone settled? Good, let me begin. This all started a long, long time ago, back before I was born, The hero of this story... let's call him Anonymous for the sake of Anonymity, was found in a basket out side of a local widows house. He was young, barely 5 months old, I believe. Now, the widow had wanted children for a long time, but was unable to conceive. Her husband had passed away as they were trying. The poor gal was distraught at losing her lover. When she heard a knock at her door, she almost didn't answer. Almost. She opened the door, and looked around. She saw no one, just a basket. She picked it up, and took it inside to examine the contents. Let's call her... Willow. Now, what Willow had found surprised her. It was unlike anything she had seen before. It only had fur on its head, strange appendages coming out from its hooves, and it seemed to be bi-pedal by nature. Now, Willow here didn't ask any questions about the baby’s appearance, nor did she care. She took him in as if he were her own. This is the tale of Anonymous. This was day one. Let me skip ahead a few years, to the boy’s first day of school.
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"Ma! I'm going to be late!" you groan out, as Willow slowly packs your bag.
>You are Anonymous, and you are 7 years old.
>"I'm sorry, I'm still a little bit worried... are you sure you don't want me to go with you?" Willow says, as she closes you bag.
>It was a bag that was made for Minotaur’s she had found in the market.
>She hands it to you, and you sling it over you back, holding the straps in one hand.
>"You SURE you don't want me to go with you?"
>You roll your eyes.
"Yes mom. I'm sure."
>"You remember how to get there? Maybe I can walk with you!"
"Moooommm!"
>"Oh, fine... just know your poor old mom is all alone at home... by herself..." she says, feigning tears.
"That's nice mom, bye!" you say, as you bolt out the door.
=
Willow had a smile on her face, but it disappeared soon. She knew that Anonymous would move out one day, leaving her alone again. She shook the thought from her mind, and decided to enjoy her time with him while she could.
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>You're running at a brisk pace to the school house. It's newly rebuilt, and your class is going to be the first ones to use it.
>The bell rings, and you put your legs in over drive.
>You bolt though the door and fall over, sliding to the middle of the room.
>The class breaks out laughing as you stand up and dust yourself off.
>The teacher looks less than pleased. Both at you, and the class.
>"Quite down!" he yells out in a booming voice.
>The class complies, as the teacher turns to you.
>"I assume you're Willows kid? Anonymous, was it," he asked, voice sounding less than pleased.
>You gulp. "Y...yes sir."
>"I expect you to arrive on time from now on. Don't have a repeat of this day. Now take a seat."
>You turn and scan the class. All the seats are taken, except one by a reddish filly.
>Mumbling to yourself, you walk to the seat. You hear whispering as you walk by, and catch a few of them.
>"Did you see the freaks entrance?" said a colt
>"I wonder if he's any smarter than he acts..." inquired a filly.
>One decides it would be funny to try and trip you, but didn't take the length of your stride into account. You ended up stepping on his leg, making him cry out in pain.
>"The monkey stepped on me!"
>The entire class starts looking at you.
>You turn around, and face the teacher, raising your hands in defense. "I didn't mean to! I was just trying to get to my seat!"
>"Just get to your seat." he said, voice void of emotion.
>The colt who tried to trip you, glares at you as you walk to the seat.
>You sit down and mumble to yourself.
>Your mumbling is interrupted by a poke on your arm.
>Glancing over, you see it's the reddish pony you saw from the front of class.
>"I know you didn't mean to step on him. He tried to trip you, I saw it." she whispers.
>You smile. At least somepony believes you.
"Thanks." You say, beaming a smile at her.
>"I'm Cheerilee." she says, putting a hoof out.
"Ano-"
>"Anonymous, I heard." she said, as you shook her hoof.
>Smiling, you both turn away and face the class.
>The teacher starts his lecture, which really wasn't a lecture, but more really having the class introduce them selves to each other.
>When it was your turn, you kept on hearing giggling, and names like "monkey" and other primate relate names.
>It was kind of irritating, but you recall what your mom used to tell you.
>"You may look different on the outside, but everypony is the same on the inside. Don't let any names about your appearance get to you, just ignore them."
>Taking those words to heart, you simply brush the names off as you finish introducing yourself.
>You walk back to your seat and sit down, proud at how you handled the situation.
>The class finishes introductions as the lunch bell rings.
>Everyone rushes outside after eating their lunches. You're no exception.
>Outside, you mostly play by yourself in the sandbox, trying to avoid the others.
>You look up, and see a group of colts walk up to you.
>Just by looking at them, you can tell they didn't want to play.
>" Move it, ape. I wanna play in the sand."
>Yup, no fun here.
"Why do I have to move? It's big enough for all of us."
>"Uh, because I said so?"
"That's not a good reason..."
>"It's better than yours, you stupid monkey!" The colt said, smiling as if proud of his insult.
"My mom always said that if you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say anything..."
>The clot repeats what you said in a mocking voice. "Your mom is stupid!"
>Oh, he didn't just do that?"
"...What did you say?"
>"You heard me! Your mom's a stupid monkey lover!"
>You clutch some sand in your hand.
"Say that... ONE MORE TIME." you say, standing up.
>You tower over the colts, even though you're just 7 years old.
>"Your. Mom's. A. Monkey lover."
>Before you could throw the sand, a voice stops you.
>You turn and see Cheerilee running towards you and the colts.
>"What are you guys doing?!" she asks, anger in her voice.
>Colt: "Trying to play in the sand, but the monkey won’t move!"
>Cheer: "Why can't you just share!?"
"I asked the same thing..."
>Colt: "Because he might poop in the sand!"
>Cheer: "That's not a good reason!"
"I said the same thing, again."
>She looks at you. "You're not helping!"
"Sorry..."
>She turns back to the colts and yells at them. "Leave Anon alone, or I'll tell on you!"
>You know how that never works? Yeah, it didn't work.
>In fact, it just pissed off the lead colt, to where he hit Cheerilee.
>That's a no-no.
>No one hits your only friend!
>You throw the sand you were holding into his eyes.
>His eyes shut close, and he ducks to the ground, trying to wipe the sand out.
>You're about to throw a hit, when Cheerilee steps in front of you.
>"Don't go to their level! That makes you look no better than them!"
"But they hit you!"
>"I don't care! That just means that they'll get in more trouble!"
>You lower your fist.
"...You sure you're alright?"
>"Yes. Positive. Let's get the teacher, and tell him what happened."
>She takes your hand in her hoof, and starts running off to the school house.

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At that time, Anonymous had felt something inside. It was warm feeling; kind, and soft. At the time, he didn't know it, but later on, he found out. He had devolved a crush on Cheerilee. Now, I know what you're thinking. It's kind of sudden for the main protagonist to develop feelings for this mare he had just met. Well, Anonymous found her to be interesting, and couldn’t help but like the way she acted.
Now, that was your early school days. It's always a time where the young fear, or ridicule the new and strange, which just happened to be you. A sad thing, indeed. But they grew to terms with him. The colt that had hit Cheerilee later on became one of his best friends. Anonymous had forgiven him for that incident, and found that he was a kind fellow. Let's call the colt... Filthy Rich.

Now, lets skip ahead a little while. Let's go... about 14 years into the future.
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>You have decided. You're going to do it.
>You're going to ask Cheerilee out on a date.
>She had asked you to meet her at the local roller rink the previous day, saying she had somethig to say.
>You have it set in you mind. You're going to do it.
>You slap yourself on the cheeks, and break yourself out of that little confidance trance.
"Alright. Time to go" you say, looking at the mirror.
>You walk out of your room, and down the stairs.
>Your mother, Williow, is at the table mending something. She looks up when she heard you walking down the stairs.
>"Oh, Anon! Would you wait for a second? I have something to give you."
"What is it?"
>"You'll see when I'm done."
>She gets back to sowing, and not two minutes later she stands up.
>It's a jacket. An old lether jacket.
>She has you put it on, before she speaks "It was my late husbands jaket. He wore it on out first date... I decided that you should have it, so I modifyed it to fit you."
>You're slightly shocked.
>You go to take it off, but she stops you.
>"No, I want you to keep it. It suits you"
"I... I don't know what to say... I can see that this meant a lot to you..."
>"Not as much as you, dear. I know what you're planning on doing, and I want you to look your best!"
>You blush a little bit.
>"Cheerilee is a nice mare, smart and funny. You'd make a good coupple."
>You reajust the jacket.
"I...thanks mom."
>You crouch down, and hug her.
>"You're welcome. Keep good care of it, and I wish you luck."
>You let her go, and start to the door.
>Opening it, you hear willow call out. "You can stay out as late as you wish tonight!"
>Smiling, you walk out, close the door, and rush on your way to the rink.
>You encounter Rich on the way to the rink, but didn't stop to talk.
>He was busy talking to his marefirend.
>You always keeo on forgetting her name.
>Pushing that from your mind, you arrive at the rink.
>A few minutes late, but that's it.
>You walk inside, and easly spot Cheerilee.
>It looks like she spotted you, what with you being 6 feet tall.
>She smiles and trots up to you.
>"You're late as usual..."
"Nice to see you too, Cheerilee."
>She walks around you, looking at your new jacket.
>"Nice jacket." she says. "Where's you get it?"
>You look at the sleeve of the jecket.
"It was Barks. Willow's deceasd husband...She said he wore it on their fisrt date."
>"And she gave it to you?"
"I woulden't have been able to fit it if she didn't."
>"True... It looks nice on you." she said, smiling her goofy smile.
>She was dressed as she normaly does, in her bandana, and perm.
>"Alright, lets get on the rink!"
"I don't think I'll be able to get out."
>She looks at you "And why's that?"
"I doubt they make skates for humans."
>She looks a little distressed. "Then why did you say you'd come?"
"And miss being with you? Not a chance."
>She blushes a little. "Do... do you wanna go somewhere else? It woulden't feel right if I'm the only one having fun..."
"Non-sense! It will be a joy to watch you!"
>She smiles. "Hey, Anon.."
"Yeah?"
>"Can you bend over for a sec?"
"Err, sure. Wh-"
>She kisses you.
>Not on the cheek, not a small peck.
>But a sloppy, wet kiss.
>She breaks the kiss, and looks at you.
>You have a slightly shocked look on your face, not expecting her to do that.
>"I've been wanting to do that for a long time..."
>You smile. "Well, shoot. There goes my plans for today."
>She looks confused. "Di..did I do something wrong?"
"I was going to ask you out, but it seems you beat me to it."
>"Well... I didn't really ask you out... I just kissed you... in a marefriend sortta way."
>She's blushinig.
"Well, would you, Cheerilee... Be my special somepony?"
>She smiles. "Of couse!" she exlaims, as she hugs you.
>Still in the hug, she whispers in your ear "Wanna go back to my place for a little fun?"
>You blush a little, but smile. "What do you think?"
>"I think the part I'm feeling in your pants says yes."
>It's true. You have an erecton.
"Well, there's your anwser."
>You stand up, picking Cheerilee up.
>"Hey! Anon!"
"Want me to put you down? I was thinking you'd enjoy this..." You say, bushing a finger along her vagina
>You feel her shudder a little.
>"D-don't put me down... But don't do that until we get back to my house..."
>You smile, and pull her in close.
>Walking out the door, you start heading to Cheerilee's house.
"Your parents gone?"
>"They're out for the week, something about a presentation in canterlot."
"Then I assume you wouldn't mind if I spent the night?"
>You feel her shaker her head. "You can stay the entire week if you want. As long as you keep holding me like you are now..."
>She starts to nuzzle your head.
"I'd take you up on that, but I doubt my ma would..."
>"I understand."
>It's not long until you arrive at her house.
>The door is unlocked, so you open it and walk in.
>You close the door with your foot, and hear Cheerilee talk in your ear. "Before you do that thing again... I'd sugest removing your jacket."
>You nod, and set her down on the couch.
>You take off the jacket, and even though your mind is clouded by thoughts of sex, you take care to hang it up.
>It's precious to your mom, and to you.
>You turn back around, and see that Cheerilee has removed her bandana, hoof warmers, and bracelts.
>She waves a hoof in front of her, calling you to her.
>You smile and do as she wanted.
>Getting to the couch, you pick her up again, and start running a finger along the lips of her vagina.
>"Anon..." she moans out.
>She turns her head to the side, and you promptly plant your lips on hers.
>You start on the way to her room, alternating your finger from rubbing her clit, and lips.
>When you enter her room,  and not a second to late, as a torrent of fluids gush from her vagina, soaking you.
>Her eyes bolt open, and she starts to stutter.
>"A-anon! I'm Oh... I'm so.."
>You say nothing, but instead kiss her on her cheek.
>She smiles, and asks for you to set her down.
>You do what she asks, and remove your soaked clothes.
>Again, she motians for you to get over to her.
>She pats her bed, as she slides off.
>You sit down, and she spreds your legs, taking your penis in hoof.
>You shudder as she starts to lick the head of your member.
>After a few licks, she removes her hoof and slowly bobs her head on the tip of your penis.
>Asisting the bobs with her tounge, you feel that you're near your breaking point.
>She suddenly takes the entire length of your member in her mouth.
>That sudden motian makes you release your load into her mouth.