Curious Case of Doctor Anon and Mr Ymous Chap 3

>Two weeks have Passed since that faithful night
>you preserved the ingredients and worked to the wee hours of the night creating a amble supply
>enough to cater for the foreseeable future at any rate
>It is mid-afternoon and you are enjoying a meal with twilight
>”Dr did you hear that there was fire Carousel Boutique?”
Another one? And so soon after the one at Surgecube Conner….was anyp0ny hurt?
>”No but Rarity was shaken up by the whole thing, she lost all her work for this season and she has to stay with Apple’s till they repairs take place.”
“A damn shame….” You say lifting your cup
>indeed it is…you can’t help but feel guilty despite the fact it wasn’t you who did it, not really
>no matter, once you arrive home you would put such emotions to rest
>You must have been too obvious, Twilight looks concerned…
>”Dr…how is Mr Ymous?”
>drat
>”He is fine, Twilight, do not concern yourself with the poor man.”
>”It’s just, Anon with all these things that have been happening, his late night walks and the way he treated Applebloom an-“
“Twilight the man has been pulled from a world that he has become accustomed into one where horses are the dominant species and rabbits are the must judgemental ones… he is frightened and the walks are is way of coping, I assure you he had nothing to do with those fires.”
>”It’s just tha-“
“Twilight, remember the advice you gave Pinkie Pie in the story about Cranky…?”
>”you promise he didn’t hurt anyp0ny purpose?”
I pinkie promise.
>At that moment you notice a Flutterhsy approaching, the burses have still not fully healed from that day
>The guilt you have supressed from the weeks exploits suddenly becomes more acute.
”If you excuse me I must be getting home”
>you give her no time to stop you, you need tonight’s brew.

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>As soon as you arrive home you down the draft
>You have notice the process has become more gradual and fluid
>Fortunate, because as you finish you here a knocking on the door
>In your doorway stands Fluttershy
>”Anon you lied today…”
>Danmit, you wondered why she had held her tongue for so long
>you were a fool not to realise this earlier…blackmail
>you rack your brain trying to think of a way out of this situation
>before noticing the bag Fluttershy left in your house two weeks ago…
>perhaps it is time it learned your fetish…

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>The change is coming you must act with haste
>although the yellow mare is not making your task difficult
>She was so blinded by her own lust she rushed into your home the moment you told her that S&M was indeed your fetish and that the brew had allowed you to admit that.
>She is practically in ecstasy and just the notion of intercourse as you tie her to your table
>what a disgusting little creature…
>you begin tending the fire, there is still too much of him left in you to start
>The creature speaks up from here binds
>”Dr shouldn’t you be getting..um…you know…comfortable? “
>you ignore the beast as you get up to turn your gramophone on….
> Greensleeves! A personal favourite of yours.
>you can feel your flesh twist, it’s happening, soon he will be banished from your mind and you can begin.
>you go back to tending the fire
>”Um, Dr aren’t you going to-“
Fuck you, heavens no, I already told you, I have no interest in you horses as sexual partners….the very thought causes bile to rise….
>“but you said-“
“That S&M is my fetish? I lied you moronic mule, such would be clear to all but the simplest of mind by now.”
“This is a lesson, never to have any more dark thoughts such as blackmail cross your tiny little mind again”
>You take the poker out of the fire, just as the transformation completes, you look at the wicked red tip and smile
“you must forgive me for assuming you are the masochist in the relationship”
>you chuckle
>”D-Doctor” she stammers out
“Doctor?”
>you turn to the terrified beast, brandishing the red hot poker
”My dear you must have me mistaken for someone else!”

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>Tonight was most refreshing
>your only complaint would be that your damn hunch and the bundle you were carrying was making walking something of a chore
>but you have made it to your destination
>Fluttershy’s hovel
>you kick open the door and drop your cargo on the floor
>out of the stained sheets rolls the yellow excuse for a horse
>she is shivering, terrified and in a massive amount of pain.
>you look over her broken body, the burn marks, the missing hair, the cuts and bruises, the leg at an offensive angle and the twisted wings….
>you can’t help but admire a hard nights work
“Now Fluttershy, what have we learned tonight?”
>She only sobs
>you have no time for this…
>you grab her by the scruff of her neck
“WHAT HAVE WE LEARNED YOU DISGUSTING MULE!?”
>her voice is barely audible over her sobs
>“Noo….sniff….no more blackmail”
Good, also I did not do this to you, you were attack by some forest creature or fetish play, I don’t care what you say…
>you grab her head so you are looking her dead in the eyes
“All you need to know is that if this finds its way back to me or Anon…it will be the last mistake you make…”
>The fear in her eyes is clear, you have made your point.
>you drop her, unable to take her foul presence any longer
>you stride into the night, leaving the broken animal behind you
>yes, tonight was a good night!

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