Crazy in Love (FINISHED)

>Sitting on the floor, you hold your head in your hooves.
>Why is this one so different?
>You drew his number.
>He's just some nobody. Doesn't even really have a name.
>Just calls himself "Anon"
>Then why is this so fucking hard?
>You've already got him in the basement.
>You've already toyed with him
>Why can't you end him?
>You know the reason.
>You know exactly why you can't do this.
>Because, in the time you've spent following him, learning his habits, you've realized one thing.
"Anon, I love you."

>You are Anon.
>And right now, you’re in a bad place.
>Both literally and figuratively.
>Right now, you're stuck in Pinkie's basement.
>Or at least, you think It's Pinkie.
>Somebody else in her body is more accurate.
>None of what has happened to you would make sense coming from the party mare.
>You've been beaten, cut, had your fingers broken.
>Even >raped
>She has you tied to a chair.
>Both your wrists are bound.
>How is that pony even this strong?
>She’s like,
>Half your size.
>Luckily, pony ropes aren’t as strong as you were led to believe.
>After biting at the rope for a while, you manage to free your right arm.
>After doing the same to your other arm, you take a quick break. That was strangely exhausting
>Arming yourself with the chair incase crazy party pone returns, you explore the room.
>The door is locked, but a quick knock with the back of your hand reveals that you could probably bust it down if you tried.
>And try, you do. You need to get to the hospital.
>Right now.

>All your banging around manages to do, however, is draw the attention of your captor.
>”I can play that game, too! Knock knock!”
>Fearing for your life at this point, you figure it’s best to play along.
“W-who’s there?”
>”Mr. Knifey!”
“Mr. Kni—“
>You bring the chair down over her head as hard as you can.
>As she drops to the floor, you run as hard as you can.
>Out of the bakery, into the street, and to the hospital

>You are now Pinkie.
>And the darkness that controls her.
>Picking yourself up off the floor, you silently curse the bright, bubbly mare inside of you.
>”If you love something, set it free,” she told you.
>So you loosened the ropes, pretended to be unconscious, and let him get away.
>Now it’s a game.
“He’s testing me. I may not know what he’s testing me on, but he’s testing me. I just know it.”
“With his fingers all broken and deformed like that, no other mare will want him. And if he’s back here, nopony else can lay their eyes on him!”
>Inwardly giddy with the prospect of him being yours and your alone, you trot off to make sure everything is ready for phase two.

>You are Nurse Redheart.
>And you have no idea what you’re doing right now.
>That human just ran into your hospital looking like he’d seen a ghost.
>His hands were mangled; he was covered in blood, and looked like he’d been through some trauma.
>You’re doing the best you can. You’ve stopped the bleeding, and are working on fixing his hand when Pinkie Pie bursts through the door.
>She looks a little different. Her mane was flat and her eyes were filled with something you thought wasn’t even possible for that mare.
>Rage.
>She pushes you to the side, hovering over the human’s sleeping figure.
>”Shhh… It’s okay. Mama Pinkie is going to make everything aaaall better.”
>Clearing your throat, you catch her attention.
“Ahem. Miss, if you try to move him right now, his spleen could rupture, causing internal bleeding that I’m not sure I can fix.”
>The glare you got from her could crack stone, and her voice was eerily calm.
>”Yes, Nurse Redheart. I don’t know what I was thinking. Please, do your best and we’ll be out of your hair as soon as possible.”
>She turns and whispers to Anon. You can barely catch what she said.
>”Don’t worry, dear. Soon, it’ll be just you and me.”
>When she giggles at the end of that, a strange chill courses through your body, and a bad feeling forms in the pit of your stomach

>”Is there anything you can do right now? Can you just, I don’t know, magic him better or something>”
“Well, no. I mean, I ca—“
>Shoving you out of the way again, she gallops through the building before barreling out the front doors.
>You make a decision to move him to a different room.

>You are now The Darkness.
>And you are running to Twilight Sparkle.
>If anyone could fix him, it’d be her.
>“We can’t. She’ll save him, and he’ll fall for her.”
”But she’s the only one that can do anything for him NOW.”
>Your inner self trying to steer you away from her, you stop dead in your tracks.
“We’ll blindfold him.”
>”He’ll hear her voice.”
“We’ll gag her.”
>”He’ll know it was her.”
“We’ll kill her afterword.”
>”Can we make cupcakes when it’s all over?”
“Only if we feed them to Anon. I’ve even got a special ingredient.”
>”Excellent!”
>Making your way to the treebrary, you kick open the door, startling the purple unicorn.
“Twilight! Anon needs your help! He’s in the hospital right now, and Redheart doesn’t know what to do! Something about a “spleeeeeen,’ whatever that is.”
>Upon hearing his name, she snaps to attention.
>Determination showing on her face, the two of you run back to the building.
>Entering Anons room, you find he isn’t there.
>Not even a note.
>You’re going to have to teach him a lesson.
>A painful lesson. But it’s for his own good.

>Asking the other workers yielded no results, but you were determined to find him.
>Mr. Knifey was stored away in your flat mane, waiting for his moment to strike.
>Wandering the halls, you finally find his room and as luck would have it, no one was in there but him.
“Twilight. Use your healing magic or something. He was supposed to help me plan a party. An important one! For the princesses!”
>”Why would the—“
“DO IT!”
>This outburst startled her friend, and her horn began to glow.
>You could see her magical aura sink into Anon, likely fixing the damages you caused.
>”Sweet Celestia, Pinkie. Anon here has been through a lot. It’s a wonder he’s still alive. What happened to him”
>Horseapples.
>You need to come up with a story, and fast.
“He was, uh… He was going into the Everfree Forest to find some… Confetti bushes! Yeah! And when I heard him scream for help, I knew something was wrong.”
“I carried him all the way here, and—“
>”She did no such thing.”
>Both of you jump, not expecting to see the nurse again.
>”He ran in here, bleeding profusely, with broken fingers and Celestia knows how much internal damage. Kept mumbling something about ‘finally being free’ or something.”

>They both eye you suspiciously, but Twilight continues healing your human.
>”Regardless of what happened, I think we can all agree that he needs all the help he can get at the moment. Nurse, care to help me?”


>You are now Anon.
>And you are currently floating in a void.
>You hear voices echo all around you.
>Recognizing the voices, you call out to Twilight and the nurse that helped you, but no sound escapes your throat.
>But the third voice makes you freeze in terror.
>”Please, nurse Redheart. Please help him.”
>You can imagine the pink pony standing over you.
>Her eyes filled with barely masked rage, with a touch of insanity.
>Almost like a black cloud, swirling in the back of her eyes.
>You can feel her lips press against yours and her hooves snake around your back.
>WAT
>OH FUCK NO
>Your eyes shoot open, revealing the very scene you imagined.
>Except for three small differences.
>In your dream-like state, the walls weren’t this red.
>And there wasn’t a dead nurse, or a dead purple unicorn on the floor either.
>You reel back in horror only to find you can’t move.
>For such a small pony, she’s incredibly strong.
>Her smile fills your vision once more before darkness takes its place.

>You wake up in, surprisingly enough, your own bed.
>You’re beginning to think everything that just happened to you was a dream.
>That is, until you feel a weight on your chest.
>Looking down causes you to scream which in turn wakes up the sleeping mass of pink and sugar.
>”Oh, Nonny. You’re awake.”
>You pick her up and throw her out of your window.
>Or, well, you try to.
>You really fucking want to.
>But your hands are tied to the bed.
>Seeing you fighting against your bonds, she smiles.
>It’s not a normal smile.
>For some reason, she has very sharp looking canines.
>”It’s better if you don’t fight, Nonny-poo. We wouldn’t want you getting hurt, would we?”

>Crawling up your body before nestling in the crook of your shoulder.
>It sent shivers down your spine, not unlike the feeling of a snake slithering along your body, fangs glistening with venom, poised to stri—
>The pink mare sinks her teeth into your neck.
>Hard.
>As you feel blood trickle from the wound, her tongue begins flicking at the flesh between her teeth.
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>Without your hands to cover it up, your dick stands proud.
>This catches her attention.
>Detaching herself from your neck, she eyes you hungrily.
>”Does my Nonnykins like it when I’m rough?”
>You’re left speechless at your body’s betrayal of itself.
‘I thought we had a good thing going.’
>You mentally berate your penis for its treacherous actions.

>Something crashing through your door startles the both of you.
>As the dust settles, an orange pony can be seen in the doorway.
>”An’ here Ah though y’all would wait fer me.”

>Pinkie jumps onto your chest, knocking the wind out of you.
>She takes an aggressive stance and does something that sounds very close to growling in Applejack’s general direction.
>Her bloodied fangs strike fear into the orange one for just a moment, then her smug grin returns.
>”We gon’ tussle now? This’ll be good fer a laugh.”
>Pinkie pulls a knife from her mane, holding it in her mouth.
>Applejack runs up, and immediately buck her in the head before she can gain the advantage, sending the knife right at you.
>It lands close enough to your hand that you can use it to free yourself.
>Looking over at the scene, AJ is beating on Pinkie, a flurry of blows making solid contact all over her body.
>She just looks at you, a tear in her eye.
>You may hate her for what she’s done to you, but you can’t stand seeing something in pain.
>Grabbing the orange pony by her mane and tail, you lock her out of the room, attending to your captor’s wounds as best you can.
>”And here I thought you would hate me.”
>With a raspy voice, this barely comes out as more than a whisper.
“I do. But I wasn’t about to let you get killed. Especially not over me.”
>She smiles before fading into unconsciousness.

>Hiding her away in the bathroom, you return to AJ.
>”Now, Anon. I thought y’all liked me better than Bitchtits McGee in there!”
“I have never once said I like any of you ponies. The species barrier is still in effect.”
>”Now, I know ya think that way, but gimme one night, and Ah’ll change yer mind, stud.
“No.”
>You pick her up and throw her out the front door.

>Your attention is returned to the pony currently in your bathroom.
>”I can’t believe that whorse tried to take you away from me, Nonny. She’ll pay for that. I’m gonna make sure of it.”
“Pinkie, no. I’m not even sure why I haven’t thrown you out, too.”
>”But why would you do that? I thought you loved me.”
“What the fuck would make you even think that? You kidnapped me, you tortured me, you raped me, threatened me, cut me, tied me up. You almost killed me.”
>”But you came back to me after all of that. You saved me from Applecrap. That must mean you love me!”
“No, that means I didn’t want bloodstains on my carpet. Which, by the looks of things, that was too much to ask for.”
>The dark cloud in her eyes grows bigger, swirling around more and more violently.
>”Okie doki loki. One quick thing before I go, Anon?”
“What is it?”
>”What’s that thing over there?”
>She points behind you.
>Turning around, you feel an excruciating pain in your back. Then another, and another.
>You scream in agony, your entire back feeling like it just got stabbed.
>Crumpling to the floor, she pounces on your front, driving the knife in and out of your chest and stomach.
>The last thing you see before passing out is that smile.

>You are now in a hospital.
>And you are Applejack.
>After getting thrown out of Anon’s house, you heard screaming, and got the town guards.
>They ran into the house, and brought out a magically-restrained Pinkie Pie.
>Bloodied blade still in her mouth.
>The other guard brought out a dying Anon, and rushed him to the hospital.
>And here you are now.
>Nurse Redheart says he isn’t going to make it.
>He lost too much blood, and there’s too much organ damage.
>He shifted around a bit when she said that.
>Almost like he could hear it.
>That was six hours ago.
>His heartbeat is getting weaker and weaker by the minute.
>You see his eyes open and rush to his side.
>In a raspy voice, he says his final words.
>”Roses are dead / Violets are crying / I’m in a hospital / They say I’m dying”
>He closes his eyes, and drifts off to the next life. His departure marked by the steady flatline of the monitor.

~FIN~