A Helping Hand P5

>You were tired.
>Tired of crying.
>Tired of being hurt.
>Tired of being alone.
>And tired of running.
>When you saw the tears starting to well up in Rarity’s eyes, you didn’t look back.
>What good would it do?
>So you ran.
>Out of the spa.
>Out of Ponyville.
>But where the hell were you going?
>Where the hell am I going.
>A moment of thought knocks you out of adrenaline mode.
>You fall to your knees, tears still streaming down your face.
>You cry out to the heavens as loud as you could. Several birds in a nearby tree don’t appreciate it.
>You fall.
>You blink your tired eyes and take in your surroundings.
>You’re somewhere in Equestria.
>That’s about all the information you have at this point. You didn’t really have a destination in mind. You just wanted to run. You think that you passed Sweet Apple Acres at some point, but all the trees are happy and perfect looking here, so it’s hard to tell.
>Goddamnit where the hell am I.
>You struggle to your feet and sit next to the tree. Your head is pounding.
…I’m sorry guys.
>It’s okay penis. This shit happens, I guess.
Well what are we going to do now?
>Aside from cry, run away, and contemplate suicide? I don’t know.
>You lie to yourself about suicide.
>Man what the fuck happened to us. Why did we give in to Fluttershy so easily?
>Why the fuck did she want me so bad…did she say something about fucking animals?
>God I’m so tired.
>You curl up into a ball and try to fall asleep.
>You are now Rarity.
>And what in the world are you looking at here.
>Fluttershy seems to be…and Anon is…
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>You lock eyes with Anon. His eyes are red…are those tears?
>”W…wait!” You try and yell as he sprints past you.
>And like that, Anon has left the building.
>Your brain’s first choice is to give chase. You can more than likely catch up to him. He only has two legs, after all.
>But it seems there are other hands at play here.
>You scowl, and turn your attention toward Fluttershy.
>Oh you know EXACTLY what he did.
>You creep toward her. “Fluttershy?”
>She elicits a faint moan.
>You walk over to where she lays spread eagle.
>Oh Celestia he didn’t…
>”F…buh…guh…” words fail you as you see a white substance leak out of…
>That’s it.
>You’re done.
>You turn and leave Fluttershy as she is. You have bigger fish to fry.
>You turn to leave, the tears running black with your mascara. You don’t care. It doesn’t matter any more, does it?
>You’ve already stormed out of the Spa. The girls will forgive you if you don’t pay this time. It’s not like they don’t still owe you or anything.
>First he takes advantage of you IN YOUR OWN HOME, and then your best friend?
>If this wasn’t the worst possible thing you wouldn’t have the faintest idea of what that thing could be.
>You don’t even feel the tears as they fall to the ground in front of YOUR boutique.
>The damned nerve of that…that…
>You can’t even insult him in your head.
>This is ridiculous. He just…forced himself onto poor Fluttershy! And…he took advantage of you!
>Why are you crying, Rarity.
>You sigh…tonight was going to be a long night.
>You are now Anon.
>And you didn’t get any sleep, unfortunately.
>You’ve been sitting against this damn tree doing nothing but crushing the grass under your butt.
>And the thoughts.
>GODDAMN THE THOUGHTS
>Your eyes sting. You’re out of tears.
>It’s not even dark out yet. You feel like you’ve been sitting here for hours.
>Okay lets recap.
>She blackmailed you into having sex with her. You complied because otherwise she’d…
“FUCK!” You scream as loud as you can. The birds are long since gone, but you don’t think the tree likes cursing either.
>Your throat hurts. Your eyes hurt. And your heart hurts.
>THREE WEEKS AGO
>Your arrival in Equestria was abrupt. You were in a car wreck, and woke up somewhere on the edge of the Everfree Forest. You dubbed this place Heaven at first.
>You’d say it was love at first sight, but it wasn’t. Rarity was the first creature you laid eyes on. You initially recognized her as a horse, and started trying to click at her, much how you’d call a dog.
>She seemed to take offense to that.
>She was not a dog.
>She was a pony.
> You fell in love with her the moment she held you up by the neck of your shirt with her magic and glared at you, speaking those words in her over-elegant voice. Those piercing azure eyes, judging the SHIT out of you.
>You apologized profusely. Apparently she was searching for gems, using magic. You tried your damndest to ask as little questions as possible. She almost assumed you were a mute.
>She didn’t know that you were an over-awkward spaghetti monster of a human who got into a car wreck because he was too busy reading fanfiction on his phone to pay attention to the road.
>She probably wouldn’t care. You wasn’t about to tell her that you’re dead and you’ve gone to heaven and it’s her.
>She made you help her, to pay back for the insult. You didn’t like digging shit up, but you didn’t really mind it. Menial labor takes your mind off of the matters at hand.
>You ended up with a haul of some of the most brilliant gems you’ve ever seen. You can say this because you’ve never seen a gem the size of your fist as the smallest size gem.
>You followed her home. You had to push the wheelbarrow, after all.
>Every damn ‘pony’ in the little storybook town was staring at you. You towered about two feet above all of them, but for some reason the white one you were following didn’t seem to care.
>Your guess is that she was royalty or something. She sure sounded like it.
>You followed her into the…carnival ride. It was her house, apparently.
>RARITY uses SCOLD ANON FOR NOT WIPING HIS SHOES!
>You wipe your shoes. Man, when is the last time THAT has happened?
>You park the wheelbarrow in the corner. How in the hell there are so many gems like this only a few feet down?
>You sit down and she…starts to sort them into various colored treasure chests.
>So Rarity took you in and set you up in her guest bedroom. She seemed to be very generous to strangers. You told her your basic story. You don’t know how you got here, you don’t know where you are, and you don’t know what to do. She didn’t question much else about you, which you found odd.
> Instead, she regaled you with other nonsensical things. This place was Equestria, ran by Ponies with sister Princesses that raise the moon and sun with magic. That word made you twitch a little.
>She called herself Rarity. She was a unicorn. A magic user.
>To clarify, you REALLY fell in love with her when you hugged her, and thanked her for everything.
>Because she blushed.
>It just took you a long while to figure all of this out.
>The days that followed your arrival were…eventful.
>You were arrested by Celestia’s Royal Guards, thrown in a castle dungeon, and then had your mind read by the ruler of the kingdom. She let you go.
>You were stripped and strapped to a table by Twilight Sparkle, and were poked and prodded for hours. She wrote a book about you. “Humans: A Brief Overview”. You hardly think it was necessary, what with being the only human here.
>Eventually, Rarity told you about having to find a job and rent…and…now there’s this.
>Despite all of this, thinking about all of that made you smile.
>What were you going to do now? You just fucked your crush’s best friend.
>But she’s been pissed at you since that night you slept together...
>Oh fuck you are a dumb motherbucker.
>She was drunk, and you ‘slept’ with her. Of course she’s pissed.
>As much as she drinks…
>You should really address that next time you see her.
>…next time you see her.
>The thought makes you want to cry again.
>You start to shiver as the sun begins to set. You left your cheese sandwich at the Spa too.
>You struggle to your feet. Your muscles ached, your head ached, and your heart ached.
>But you had to go back.
>You are now Rarity
>And that Berry Punch can make some punch with punch.
>You don’t even know how much you bought. A couple barrels maybe? You remember rolling them.
>You think.
>Man my house is awesome.
>It’s a bloody carousel.
>I should wear a dress.
>You ‘walk’ over to your room, passing the stairs.
>Hey wait where is that…that…what is he again.
>Human.
>Where is that blasted human?
>Maybe he’s in his room.
>Wait we’re mad at him.
>Yeah!
>Why are we mad at him.
>We’re mad at Fluttershy too!
>Yeah!
>I need a drink.
>Maybe he’s in his room?
>Let’s see.
>”Anon? Are ya up there?” You call out.
>Maybe he’s asleep.
>Let’s wake him up.
>You walk up the stairs. It takes a while.
>Eventually you reach his door. You’re glad you didn’t put doorknobs on every door. You never understood doorknobs.
>You push it open.
>The whole room smells like him. You pause a little to take it in.
>MAD.
>RIGHT, MAD
>SO MAD
>You waddle in. He keeps the room filthy, of course. You’re going to have to talk to him about that. Again. He even leaves his undergarments around.
>He has so many layers of clothes. I mean, you have a lot of underwear too but…
>Train of thought come back please.
>Thank you darling.
>You magic all of the dirty clothes into a hamper in the corner. Punch: 1 Rarity: 9900. In your face, punch. You were delicious.
>You should get more.
>Hang on what’s that
>You smile as you see the bedsheets you made just for him. You hope he appreciates them.
>No not that brain, it’s whats on the bed.
>Oh, it’s just a book.
>Maybe it’s Twilights.
>No, it’s got his…hand…print on it…
>I like his hands.
>You magic it over to you and open it up to a random page
>”…had a dream about her again. At least I think it was her. If I am keeping track, and I am because what else do I have to do, this would be the 16th day in a row that I’ve had the same dream, and it’s always the same. As always, it’s filled with swirls of blue, purple, and white, and I always wake up sweating and out of breath. Oh, and that dumb pins and needles shit. Goddamn that shit hurts…”
>You raise an eyebrow. He was having troubles sleeping. That’s why he’s always late to breakfast. A pity. A dream about who? A she, but…NO HE WAS HAVING DREAMS ABOUT FLUTTERSHY I KNEW IT.
>Rarity?
>Yes Darling?
>You’re drunk.
>You continue reading. It is a much better alternative to talking to yourself.
>”…talked to Twilight again. She’s writing a book about me. I don’t know why. It’d just be called “Answers to questions you want to ask Anon but you don’t have to, just read this book, okay?”  I found something interesting though. She tried some of her magic on me and I got those pins and needles. She said she was trying to teleport me, or whatever, but all it did was make me glow and make me hurt. :(…“
>…Anonymous sure can write a lot. You flip through the book. He’s nearly filled it up, and he’s only been here about three weeks.
>It’s been a good three weeks.
>You try and find a more recent date.
>Oh.  Here’s the other day. The day he…he…
>You scoff. Hmph. He’s probably going to gloat. You put the book down.
>…
>Well that self control was nice, but now we need to read this.
>”…Apparently I blacked out at Twilight’s. Man I’m such a chump…I guess Rarity took me home again. I’m…I’m gonna just write a log about what happened tonight. I woke up sometime at night and saw Rarity’s door open downstairs. Curiosity got the better of me and I went downstairs to check on what’s up. She was asleep on her sewing machine. I marveled her beauty…”
>You catch yourself blushing heavily. It might be the booze though.
>”…and decided I had better carry her to bed too. I can’t say I resisted. I kissed her belly. She was so soft and…GOD OK I NEED TO FINISH WRITING THIS STOP IT PENIS…okay okay so I picked her up and she was so cute and weighed a lot less than I imagined. I took her to her room and tucked her in her bed. And…I gave her a kiss on the forehead. I was about to leave, but then I heard her mumbling something so I leaned down next to her to see what it was…”
>HE KISSED YOUR BELLY OH MY GOSH. AND YOU MISSED IT.
>You’re sitting down now. This is the best book you’ve read in a while. That’s some good punch, it’s making you read.
>”…she was telling me not to leave her side and oh my god I can’t finish writing this. WhyamIblushingsohard. ARGH OKAY. Okay. So she told me not to leave…and I didn’t leave. And then she told me to lay down next to her and I did and she told me to kiss her and I did and oh my god it was the best thing I’ve ever done in my life jesus fucking christ and then she used her tongue and…”
>It goes on. He apparently enjoyed it. That’s one lucky mare.
>WAIT SHIT THAT’S YOU
>Your face is now a bright red. You definitely do not remember any of this.
>Wh…what else did he do…
>…”and I wanted to kiss her a million billion hundred more times, but I am an honorable man. I stopped kissing her and instead I hugged her and she cuddled on to my chest and we fell asleep. NO HEART STOP I CANT HANDLE YOU BEATING THIS FAST. I have never slept like that before. No dreams that night. No pins and needles. Just me and her.  “
>And under this he seems to have crudely drawn a picture of you in the middle of a heart.
>YOU ARE NOT READY FOR THIS
>You feel your heart beating like a drum. He didn’t do anything to you!
>…the rest of them…they…
>You hang your head and shed a couple tears.
>”I’m so sorry, Anonymous.”
>A moment of silence happens, and you hear the door creak open downstairs.