Anon's Corruption: Part 9 - Honesty 1

>You wake up.
>Groggily opening your eyes, you realise you are not where you were supposed to be.
>The last thing you remember was... Being in Canterlot castle?
>You are Applejack. And you’re very confused.
>You look around.
>If you were asleep, this should be your bedroom at Sweet Apple Acres.
>But your family photos and apple posters are missing.
>The room you’re in has a very different style.
>The walls are bark, like Twilight’s house, but this isn’t anything like Twilight’s bedroom.
>You know that from the sleepover you had over there with Rarity.
>Sleepover with Rarity... Not even once.
>The room seems to be decorated with nature.
>Vines wrap around the rafters, and nests and birdhouses populate the ceiling.
>You look down at the bed you currently reside in.
>Butterflies adorn the patchwork quilt you lie under.
>You hear a rustling next to you.
>You feel a rustling inside you.
>You turn to see the source of both kinds of rustling.
>You’re lying in bed with a yellow pony with long, flowing pink hair.
>She’s turned to you and has woken up from your movements.
>Her eyes are half lidded, and a smile is painted on her face.
>”Good morning, honey. Was it good for you?”
>You scream.
>This startles her out of her half sleeping state, and she screams in response.
>This causes you to scream more.
>She flutters over to the corner in fear.
>You’re both stuck in a vicious cycle of screaming.
>Eventually you stop when your body screams for oxygen.
>You start hyperventilating to make up for the air you neglected to take in while you were freaking out.
>While you wait for your body to catch up, questions fill your head.
>Why are you here and not at Sweet Apple Acres?
>What did you do with Fluttershy last night?
>HOW MUCH OF BIG MAC’S SPECIAL STASH DID YOU DRINK LAST NIGHT?!
>Fluttershy starts walking slowly to you.
>”Anon! Anon, it’s me, Fluttershy! Calm down! You’re in my house.” She says in the most non-threatening voice she can muster.
>Ordinarily when she speaks she wouldn’t intimidate a dust bunny, so when she tries, she calms you down almost instantly.
>But why is she calling you Anon?
>You look down at yourself.
>Gone is your orange coat.
>Pale pink fleshy tubes have replaced your strong legs, and end in paws with 5 sprawling, flexible digits each.
>Yes. You are Anon.
“F-fluttershy? I... Oh god... I’m so sorry. I panicked.”
>She runs over to you and wraps her hooves around you.
>”It’s ok. You’re still not used to my house yet. I understand.”
>She snuggles into your chest, and you can feel her tears soaking your chest.
>You stroke her mane. It calms both of you down.
>Even though it does though, a twinge of pain shoots through your chest as you gaze down at her.
>Something bad happened between you two.
>What was it?
>You don’t want to upset her though. So you shrug it off.
“I’m feeling much better, Fluttershy. Let’s get downstairs and get breakfast.”
>She nods, still clinging to your chest.
>You pry her off, and lift the covers, moving to get out of bed.
>You leave the warm comfort of the duvet and mattress and place your hind legs on the floor first.
>Then you ball your fists and place them on the floor.
>Wait. Something’s wrong here.
>You turn back to Fluttershy who looks at you quizzically.
>”A-anon...? Are you feeling alright?”
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>You shake your head to clear the haze that suddenly clogged your brain.
>Must still be the grogginess of sleep.
“Y-yeah, Fluttershy. I’m fine. I just wasn’t... Feeling myself.”
>You get up off all fours and walk downstairs.
>You start preparing a breakfast of cereal and fruit, and by the time you’re finished slicing the apples Fluttershy walks downstairs.
>She approaches behind you and nuzzles your hip.
>You seize up and drop the knife you were using.
“O-oh Fluttershy! You... Startled me.” You lie.
>You heard her coming down the stairs just fine.
>Hooffalls are hard to make stealthy.
>It was the physical contact that made you panic.
>”Oh, I’m sorry darling. Here, let me make it up to you.”
>She takes to the air daintily with her wings, and flies up to your face.
>She closes her eyes and moves in close to you.
>Your body has seized up again.
>All you can do is watch wide eyed as she kisses you, invading your mouth with her tongue.
>Her scent fills your nostrils again. That natural scent of sweet lemon and flowers.
>It would be nice if you had wanted it.
>But now it all comes back to you.
>She does this all the time.
>She forces herself upon you whenever she likes, and you don’t fight back.
>She pulls away, a strand of saliva connecting you intimately.
>You quickly close your eyes to feign compliance.
>You force a smile, and open your eyes to see her smiling back at you, cheeks flushed.
>She usually doesn’t want any more than this in the mornings.
>You’re at least thankful for that.
>You thrust one of the bowls of cereal and fruit you prepared into her chest.
>She takes it and is seemingly placated by your offering.
>No more molestation for you this morning.
>The rest of breakfast proceeds without much incident, though at one point you felt her back hooves rub your legs.
>It made you shudder, and she took it to mean it was good.
>You excused yourself shortly after that to get dressed and head off to work.
>You work at Sweet Apple Acres.
>It wasn’t great pay, but it was work you could do.
>Some p0nies had eyed your hands as some kind of holy grail, but it turns out you couldn’t sew, play an instrument or massage to save your life.
>So you did what you could to earn bits.
>Manual labour.
>It could be worse.
>You’ve seen some old p0ny around who doesn’t have a cutie mark.
>He doesn’t seem to have one set job of sorts, he just goes around cleaning.
>He does a good enough job, but you don’t envy his position.
>Your reverie goes a long way, and before you know it you’re at the orchard.
>The scenery in this world never ceases to amaze you.
>The idyllic rolling hills, clothed in emerald green stretch out before you as you walk down the dirt path to the farmhouse.
>Trees populate this charming landscape, spreading as far as the eye can see.
>Even from here you can see their perfect, red, juicy fruit just waiting for a skilled farmhand to come and free them from their lofty perches.
>Today you are that farmhand.
>You approach the house just as Applebloom is leaving.
>”Howdy Mr. Anon!”
“Well howdy to you too, partner!”
>You snatch her up in your strong arms.
>She giggles.
>”Put me down, Anon! Ahm gonna be late fer school!”
“Not before I give you a present!”
>You flip her on her back and lower your mouth to her belly.
>Your lips make a loose seal on her coat and you blow, creating vibrations between your lips and her fur.
>She starts squealing and giggling, legs flailing everywhich way.
>You only do this for a couple of seconds before stopping.
>She looks up at you while she’s in your arms, eyes inquisitive and searching.
>Almost expectant.
>Well, better not disappoint.
>You go in for a second round.
>This time she giggles even more than before.
>”AHAHAHAH A...Anon... STAHP!”
>Well, you also know when enough is enough.
>You remove your lips from her belly and place her down.
“Alright, that’s enough. Now go on, git!”
>A slap on the flank sends her giggling and sprinting away.
>She should be in a good mood for school today.
>Maybe she’ll even get her cutie mark?
>Well, you can live in hope.
>You continue down the dirt track towards the farmhouse, and are greeted by Granny Smith who has already taken up her sentry post in her rocking chair on the porch.
>She can’t shout, but she motions for you to come over.
>This is a mare you don’t argue with, so you head over there promptly.
>”Mornin’ Anon. What brings you ‘round these here parts?”
“I work here, Mrs Smith. Remember? You employ me now.”
>”Ah phooey. Ah was just pullin’ yer leg. Ah ain’t senile yet! Show me the young’un who says that an’ Ah’ll show you a rump redder than Big Mac’s blush!”
>You don’t doubt it for a second.
>”So wassat I saw you doin’ t’my granddaughter? You ain’t one o’ them there pedofoals, aincha?”
“No, not at all! I just thought that...”
>”Ahm just messin’ with ya Anon! Yer so easy! Gotta grow a thick hide like yers truly! Still, ah know yer a good kid. Funny lookin’, but ya got a heart o’ gold. Apple Bloom loves ya. Maccie loves ya too, even though he don’t say much. An’ well, y’all already know how ah feel ‘bout you an’ Applejack...”
>She always chews your ear like this every morning. It’s the same stuff you’ve heard before. You’re a good, hard, honest worker. You should work more on the farm.
>The stuff with Applejack, well...
>That’s between you and Granny Smith.
>With her vast wisdom garnered through years of experience, she knew a couple of weeks in that Applejack has a crush on you.
>Apparently shirtless, hairless, sweaty apes, glistening in the midday sun after a few long hours of applebucking really does it for her.
>But of course, you’re with Fluttershy.
>Well, it’s not official. But you stay at her place, you sleep together it seems. All signs point to yes.
>That and you two are inseparable. Ever since you came here she’s doted on you and followed you everywhere you go that isn’t work.
>That isn’t to say that you haven’t tried losing her. It’s more an unrequited love than anything.
>She loves to touch you, and you can’t stand it.
>Since that night at the party where she raped you.
>It was rape, wasn’t it? You said no.
>But you also enjoyed it... Your voice said no, but your body said yes.
>It was so different to a human woman. Maybe even better?
>You... just don’t know. It’s confusing to think about.
>One thing you do know is that ever since, whenever Fluttershy tries to touch you, your mind races back to that night.
>Of how powerless and violated she made you feel.
>Of how indebted you are to her.
>You don’t want anyp0ny to know she raped you.
>Sweet, demure Fluttershy; the element of kindness. She could never do something like that.
>But that stare she used. It robbed you of your free will.
>And on top of that, she’s the one that cares for you.
>She puts a roof over your head, and food on your table while you save your own bits.
>What would you do without her?
>Your contemplation ends when Granny Smith has finally finished her daily rant.
>”Anon, are you even listenin’ to me anymore?”
“Of course, Granny. I’ll make sure to put 110% in today, like always. And don’t worry about Apple Bloom, I’m looking out for her.”
>”That’s a good lad. You’re a good stallion, Anon. You could make my granddaughters proud, y’know?”
“We’ve talked about this before, Granny.”
>”That we have, son. Now go on, git! Afore Ah decide t’arrange a shotgun weddin’!”
>You smile, but her face is stone cold serious.
>You never could read that mare.
>You slink off, tail between your legs before she decides to make good on her threat.
>You come around to the back of the farmhouse, where Big Mac has his thick goggles on.
>He’s working the forge, pounding the tools they use back into shape.
>He’s propped up on his hind legs, whilst his strong forelegs mercilessly beat on the iron.
>Big Mac is always so focused on his work. It makes you wonder if he has a life outside of the farm.
>Either way, it’s none of your business, but you nod to him anyway.
>Despite his concentration he nods back to you, all a pair of guys need to acknowledge each other’s presence.
>He adds a second nod towards the barn.
>That could only mean one thing.
>Well, you’ve got to go in there to get your tools anyway.
>You walk over there, and hear movement of heavy equipment.
>Opening the door you see Applejack loading empty tubs into one of the carts.
>Already she’s hard at work, shifting them back and forth awkwardly.
>Ponies simply aren’t meant for some tasks, and you stride forth and relieve her of her cargo swiftly.
>”Oh, Anon! G-great to see ya! Ah mean, ah was expectin’ ya, see, an’... Aw shucks.”
>She takes her Stetson off to cover her face, which she hopes will hide her blush.
>You know it’s there anyway.
>For the sake of professionalism you feign ignorance and load up the tubs into the cart.
“Good to see you too, Applejack. Shall we get started?”
>It’s so odd to see Applejack so shy, but she has good reason.
>At the party you learned that Applejack is a flirty drunk.
>She made it quite clear to you that she has no qualms with interspecies relations.
>Since then you, Rainbow Dash and Applejack have become fast drinking buddies.
>Rainbow Dash always seems to be the first to tap out, and more often than not it leaves you and Applejack.
>Now that mare knows how to have a good time.
>Weeks of dancing, grinding and joking have built up a good rapport between you two.
>All of which is soured by Fluttershy’s oppressive influence.
>You have to admit that if it weren’t for Fluttershy, you’d be with Applejack...
>But you don’t know how to get from point A to point B.
>Well, you have one plan.
>You’ve been saving up your bits in an effort to move out of Fluttershy’s cottage.
>It almost seems duplicitous to you, leading Fluttershy on to pay for your stuff, while you plan on leaving her.
>But you never asked for her help. She just gave it.
>If she wants to do it out of the kindness of her own heart, who are you to stop her?
>Anyway, you have no sympathy for a rapist.
>You load up a second cart of tubs for yourself and grab your tool.
>No, not that one.
>Your trusty mallet is what you need for today.
>Contrary to the last example of how human hands are superior for manipulating items than hooves or mouths, Applejack is a prime example of how she is perfectly suited for applebucking.
>Her strong hind legs are capped with tough hooves, which are themselves shod in even stronger shoes, able to withstand even the most extreme forces exerted upon them.
>Years of honing her body to applebucking perfection have left her with a technique and form that compliments her body such that she never misses a fruit.
>You, on the other hand. Well.
>Humans are a lot squishier than hooves.
>You tried punching a tree when you first started. At the Apples’ behest, of course. They wanted to see what you could do.
>The tree won the fight.
>You tried kicking it, too, but that didn’t work out either.
>Instead the solution was, in typical human ingenuity, a tool.
>More specifically your hammer.
>From the vast amounts of spare wood, Big Mac and yourself crafted a large mallet that was about as tall as you were.
>It was damn near impossible to lift at first, but you needed the leverage to match what Applejack did effortlessly.
>Weeks of constant work eventually chased away your fat stores, and forced your body to start packing on muscle.
>You’re not buff, but you’re not fat right now.
>You’re fit enough to buck.
>Not like that.
>Now that you’re ready and properly equipped, you and Applejack head out into the orchard down the eastern track.
>This sea of green is ripe for harvesting, and the two of you shall plunder its bounty.
>You each take a side of the road and haul your carts into the trees.
>Setting up your tubs, you position them such that they’ll catch the majority of apples as they fall.
>If you do it right.
>It seems applebucking is an art.
>Applejack can get it right 100% of the time, but you’re still a relative novice.
>You’ll get most of them in the tubs, but you’ll still waste time picking up apples after yourself.
>Anyway, you position yourself to the side of the first tree, and heft your mallet onto your shoulder.
>Wind up...
>And swing!
>You swing the mallet like a baseball bat, and it rockets into the trunk of the tree.
>You hit it dead center, but the tree shows no signs of damage.
>Instead it reverberates, and the shock shakes the branches above you.
>You’re rewarded with about 50 apples, about 40 of which fall into the tubs that you set up.
>80% isn’t a bad start.
>You swing again, and the cycle continues.
>For about 3 hours you do this, until the midday sun shines directly onto your sweat drenched forehead.
>You wipe your brow, but the sun shines mercilessly down upon you.
>Now is the time to take off your shirt and have lunch.
>One of the benefits of working on the farm is that you get your lunch for free.
>You can eat as many apples as you like – you’ll never ever manage to eat more than you harvest, so it’s still profit.
>Sure, it gets a bit samey, but the quality of the apples here is nothing like they were on earth.
>They’re all so juicy and crisp. The sweetness is unparalleled.
>You bite deeply into one of them.
>Simply divine.
>Applejack wanders over to you as you sit up against a tree.
>She lies down next to you and lays her head in the nook between your lap and your stomach.
>Her coat feels so soft against your skin, but not ticklish.
>You grab an apple out of the tub next to you and place it in front of her mouth.
>She takes a bite, and you feed her the apple.
>No words are exchanged. You do this most days.
>It’s simply... nice.
>Nice to forget about what awaits you when your day is over.
>You wish you could just stay here forever, doing good, honest work.
>Applejack by your side, all the apples you could eat.
>It’s not heaven, but it’s damn close in your opinion.
>You take another apple for yourself and Applejack.
>She obediently eats this one too, and starts licking the juices from your hand.
>You look down at her.
>Her big, innocent emerald eyes stare up at yours.
>Eyes you could get lost in...
>Eyes that make you think that everything will be ok.
>Eyes that make you forget about what’s happened before.
>You place a hand under her chin, and raise her face to your height.
>You tilt your head to the right, and she does the same.
>Your eyes close and you lean in towards her.
>She tastes of apples.
>Her tongue, unlike what you saw at the party when she was wrestling with Rainbow Dash this time is gentle, caressing yours.
>The flat shape of it is dextrous enough to wrap around yours.
>It milks your tongue, then goes to explore the shape of your mouth.
>It runs over your incisors, then moves to touch your canines.
>Her eyes flutter open at the sharp, unexpected sensation, but then close again as she explores further.
>She runs her tongue along the points, savouring their alien composition.
>You return the favour, having more experience with p0ny mouths than she has with human ones, by tickling the gap in her mouth where her canines should be.
>Her smooth, flat gums are so weird to you, but the difference excites you.
>She seems really hooked up on your canines. She keeps running her tongue over them.
>You tease her by biting slightly on her tongue.
>She whinnies in response.
>You don’t often hear the p0nies actually make horse noises.
>You must be doing something right.
>You break the kiss though. You wouldn’t want to get spotted by anyp0ny walking the orchards.
>She looks at you with a hurt expression.
>”W-what’s wrong, Anon? Why’d you stop?”
>You sigh. It’s time to tell her.
“I... I’m stuck, Applejack. I don’t know what to do. I think... I know I want to be with you. But I can’t. Not right now.”
>She looks away.
>Tears well up in her eyes and she threatens to cry.
>”It’s Fluttershy, ain’t it? I knew, it... How could I have been so stupid...?”
>You hug her. You hold her tightly. You don’t want to let her get away. You can’t lose your rock in this turbulent time.
“Yes and no. I’m trying something, Applejack. I don’t love her. I don’t want to be with her. She... She raped me.”
>It’s hard to say, but you feel you can confide in Applejack, element of honesty.
“At the party. When we had seven minutes in heaven. I had seven minutes of hell. I still saw you ponies back then as animals. Fluttershy coerced me into doing stuff for her. Then she tried to do something for me. I told her no, but she did something to me. I couldn’t move, and she... pleasured me.”
>”She didn’t use... the stare...?”
>Applejack’s face hardens to a scowl.
>”Why that no good yellow-bellied varmint... When ah get my hooves on her...!”
“Applejack!” You cut her off.
“I... I don’t want anything to happen to her. I just want to leave her. I want to be with you. She keeps trying to... Touch me. I don’t want it, but she has leverage over me. And who would believe that I was raped by the element of kindness?”
>”Ah do, sugarcube. Ah can tell you’re tellin’ the truth.”
“That’s the only reason I’m telling you. I trust you. I think I love you.”
>She leans in for another kiss. It’s comforting. It calms you down to be lost in the embrace of someone you care about.
>The kiss ends, and so does your comfort.
“I... I just don’t know what to do, Applejack...”
>Tears start falling from your eyes.
“I feel so helpless. Without her support, where am I? She feeds me, clothes me... I don’t know what I’d do without her...”
>You hug Applejack tighter and she reciprocates.
>”Yew’ve got to tell her the truth, sugarcube.”
>What?
>”Tell her the truth. How you feel. How you want to leave. It sounds like she cares for you, but if she really does, she’ll let you go.”
>Yes. Honesty.
>Honesty is the best policy.
>She’s right.
>You’ll tell Fluttershy how you feel and that’ll be the end of it.
>So tonight, that’s what you’ll do.