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- >Day went wrong in Equestria.
- >Wake up.
- >Yawn.
- >Stretch.
- >Roll out of bed and head to the kitchen of your small home.
- >Pour yourself a bowl of Gener-Oats.
- >Chew away lazily and start to daydream.
- >It's been about a month since you arrived here in this little girl's wet dream.
- >Sheesh, there are p0nies everywhere.
- >They run everything from the marketplace to the government.
- >Oh well. It's not all bad.
- >At least they're generous.
- >The fact you even have a place to sleep and food to eat is testament to that.
- >You showed up one day, seemingly out of nowhere; the only human in this land of pastel.
- >No bits, no memory, no friends.
- >You're disturbed from your musing by a knocking at your door.
- >Well, there was one "friend" that you made...
- >Completely involuntarily, you might add.
- >You sigh and leave your miserable excuse for a breakfast on the table.
- >Answer the door.
- "Look Fluttershy, I appreciate you coming to see me every morn-"
- >Looking up, you notice, not Fluttershy, but a grey mare with a long blonde mane and deep golden eyes.
- >She's hovering about a foot off the ground, a dark brown bag slung across her neck.
- >You can see that the bag has a small letter-shaped button on it for fastening it shut.
- >So this is how they deliver mail? How quaint.
- >She's rifling through some letters with her hooves.
- >How they do that, you'll never know.
- >Maybe it's like sticky microfibers or something...
- >You shake your head. Too much Spiderman lately.
- >She's yet to look up. "Anon, right?"
- >You smile.
- "That's me."
- >She looks up to hand you the letters and you notice her visibly jolt.
- >She hadn't realized who she was talking to, you guess.
- >You catch her cheeks tint rosy red.
- >She drops a letter and starts to stammer.
- >"I-I... I'm sorry..." She lands on the ground in front of your door and scrambles to pick up the envelope.
- >"I didn't mean t-to look so..." In her panic, she ends up spilling her opened bag of letters, and some pasta, into your doorway and foyer.
- >She sighs and hangs her head. "Flustered..."
- >You try to suppress your growing rumble of laughter, but fail.
- >You begin to chuckle.
- >The mailmare pouts at first, but soon is unable to contain her own giggle fit.
- >After the two of you calm down, you smile and kneel to begin helping her re-collect the scattered mail.
- >"Oh, Mr. Anon, you don't have to do anything. This is my fault..."
- >She looks down at her hooves, dejected. "Like always..."
- >That last comment strikes a chord in your heartstrings. You feel sorry for her, but your smile never wavers.
- "Nonsense, I don't mind at all, Mrs..."
- >"Ditzy. Ditzy Doo. And it's Miss, not Mrs..."
- >She looks up at you, eyes half hidden behind her mane, but still focused on yours.
- >You see her cheeks flash red again and she looks away.
- >You can't help but smile and chuckle again.
- "Ditzy, huh?"
- >You catch a glimpse of her cutie mark as she returns to scooping up letters.
- >A series of soap bubbles run up her flank.
- >Airheaded?
- >You smile again to yourself and begin collecting the spilled post along with her.
- >Soon, all but one letter has been returned to her mail bag.
- >You absent-mindedly reach out to pick it up.
- >You feel a soft, warm sensation brush along the palm of your hand.
- >Looking down, you see that it's Ditzy's hoof.
- >You look back up, and your eyes meet again.
- >You get lost in her eyes for what seems like minutes.
- >Blushing, you pull your respective limbs back.
- >"Well, better go!" And with that, Ditzy darts off towards town.
- >Well, that was rather... sudden...
- >You look down.
- >The letter the two of you had played hand/hoofsies over lays face-down on your floor.
- >You pick it up and set it on an end table near your front door.
- >Guess she'll be back for that at some point.
- >You just grin and close the door.
- >You wonder if Ditzy will be too embarrassed to deliver your mail in-perso- or rather, in-p0ny anymore...
- >It'd be a shame if she just started using the mail slot.
- >After all, it was nice meeting another living thing that was a bigger spaghetti buffet than you.
- >Wait... Did you just say that your door had a mail slot?
- >Then why didn't she-?
- >You just shake your head.
- "Oh Ditzy..."
- >Well, now that the morning entertainment is over...
- >You finally take the time to look at the letters she delivered, shuffling them around in your hand.
- >Bill.
- >Next.
- >Bill.
- >Next.
- >Bill.
- >Same shit, different world.
- >This one's actually a letter.
- >From Fluttershy...
- >It smells like honey and pet food.
- >You feel your brows furrow.
- >You sigh and open it.
- >"Dear Anon, Wanna fuck?"
- >"-Love, Fluttershy"
- >You groan and toss the letter in the trashcan.
- >There's another knocking at your door.
- >You reach over, pick up the letter Ditzy left behind, and open it.
- "Oh good. Back for your letter, Ditz-"
- >You really never get the chance to finish your sentences...
- >"O-Oh. Umm... H-Hi, Anon." squeaks the yellow p0ny at your doorstep. "Did you get my l-letter?"
- "Yes. I got it, Fluttershy."
- >She squees and her teal eyes light up. "D-Does that mean?"
- "No, Fluttershy. I don't 'wanna fuck'. And I'd appreciate it if you'd stop asking."
- >"Oh. Okay..." She hides behind her mane and looks down at the ground.
- >Maybe she finally understands now.
- >"B-But I'm not giving up, m-mister." She turns and trots away.
- >You facepalm and walk back inside.
- >The next day.
- >Wake up.
- >Same morning routine. You don't like change much.
- >Right around the same time as yesterday, there's a knock on your door.
- >You grin, eager to see Ditzy again.
- >Open the door.
- "Hey, you left a letter here yester-"
- >It's...
- >Actually Ditzy.
- >Holy shit.
- "-day..."
- >She looks at you, a little puzzled at your pause in speech, and giggles.
- >You give her the letter in question and she stuffs it into her bag.
- >She rummages through it and produces a pile of post.
- >She starts combing through letters. "Hmm.. Anon... Anon..."
- "I wonder what joys the mail will bring today."
- >You smile and attempt to lean against your door frame.
- >Unfortunately, you misjudge the distance.
- >This causes you to lose your balance and flail your arms wildly in order to attempt to regain it.
- >You pant from your mini heart-attack and try again.
- >Ditzy giggles and goes back to searching for your name.
- >That's what you get for trying to be suave.
- >You grin.
- >Oh well, at least you share your spaghetti.
- >As you watch Ditzy fumble through the mass of letters, you can't help but take note of the way her mane wafts gently from side to side.
- >A light breeze blows by, ruffling it elegantly, and you catch a passing scent of straw.
- >This p0ny actually looks pretty cute when you think about it...
- >Snap out of it, she's a horse, man.
- "So... uh... how's the delivery business?"
- >You cringe at the awkwardness of your own words.
- >Ditzy picks up on your nervousness and just grins. "It's a living. But it -is- pretty nice getting to see the different parts of P0nyville each day."
- >You just nod.
- >Ditzy stops flipping through her pile. "Oops, nothing for you today. My mistake."
- >She throws the rest of the letters back in her bag and flies off.
- >But not before giving you a sultry wink.
- >Immediately followed by somehow tripping in the air...
- >The next few days follow largely the same formula:
- >You wake up and have just enough time for breakfast.
- >Ditzy shows up, "accidentally" forgetting that you didn't actually have any mail that day.
- >You make awkward small talk, and mop up the results with garlic bread.
- >Fluttershy would show up, say or do something stupid, and you'd shove the garlic bread down her throat and send her on her way.
- >As much as you didn't want to admit it, you were growing fond of the little grey pegasus.
- >And you knew there was a spark.
- >After all, she'd come out of her way just to see you each day.
- >That settles it. Today you were going to make your move.
- >Wake up, eat, wait.
- >And wait. And wait. And wait.
- >Start to sweat and go into hot flashes.
- >Oh God. What if she doesn't come today?
- >What if she doesn't actually like you?
- >What if you were just deluding yourself?
- >WhatIfYouGotYourHeartBrokenByAP0ny?
- >Check the clock in your kitchen.
- >It's been one whole minute.
- >You're overreacting, you asshole.
- >Take a few breaths to calm down.
- >A knock on your door brings your heart back to rapid-fire.
- >Sweet Celestia, she's here...
- >Open the door.
- >She looks as beautiful as ever.
- >"Hi, Anon." she smiles and hovers in your doorway.
- >You've long since passed the stage of her pretending to shuffle through mail.
- "H-Hey Ditzy..."
- >You gulp.
- >Why are you so nervous?
- "I know you're p-probably pretty busy, but..."
- >You clench your fists, sweat beading along your brow.
- >Come on, you can do this.
- >She likes you.
- >Do it man.
- "Would you like to c-come in for a minute?"
- >You clamp your eyes shut, draw your arms to your sides stiffly, and move to the side to allow her in.
- >Eons seem to pass.
- >...
- >You venture to open an eye questioningly.
- >"I thought you'd never ask!" Ditzy smirks and presses her lips to yours.
- >Your eyes open wide in disbelief but soon relax.
- >Her lips are flat and warm against yours.
- >She presses her forehooves into your chest and you feel your back being pushed into the door.
- >You grab a hold of her barrel and pull her closer, holding her to your heart.
- >Her back legs wrap around your waist and her wings tuck in.
- >Her tail brushes against your legs, sending shivers across your body.
- >You grab hold of her flanks and trace her cutie marks with your thumbs.
- >This elicits a loud moan from Ditzy and she tosses her bag across the room with her wing.
- >She looks at you with a fire in her eyes. "I want you, Anon! Take me!"
- >She forces your lips together once more, this time sending her tongue to explore the inner workings of your mouth.
- >If you had any reservations about becoming a horsefucker before, now they were gone.
- >As gone as the blood from anywhere in your body aside from your dick.
- >You carry Ditzy inside, slam the door with your foot, and somehow manage to lock it.
- >You toss Ditzy on your couch and start ripping your clothes off.
- >She lands, ready to pounce, and licks her lips.
- >As soon as your pants and boxers come off, she leaps, tackling you to the floor.
- >She immediately wraps her mouth around your member and plunges herself deep down onto it.
- >The sensation is vaguely familiar, but also completely new to you.
- >Her throat feels slippery and squishy, giving little resistance as your rod is engulfed.
- >It feels like fucking marshmallow fluff.
- >Not like you'd know what that feels like, or anything...
- >Ditzy continues bobbing along your shaft, the heat and saliva combining to make your toes curl.
- >Not one to be outdone, you decide that it's high time to reciprocate some affection of your own.
- >You reach out and grab Ditzy by her flanks, causing her to yelp and whine.
- >She ceases her oral momentarily to flash you a look of pure desire.
- >Her cheeks are flushed and she's begun to sweat slightly.
- >She bites her lower lip seductively.
- >Your erection throbs from the sensation of open air chilling Ditzy's spit.
- >You hold her gaze for a second, basking in your passion, before raising a hand into the air and bringing it down sharply against her ass.
- >Ditzy cranes her neck to the ceiling and lets loose a throaty whinny.
- >"BY THE GODDESSES, ANON!" She moans and looks back at you, even deeper into the throes of depravity.
- >"Spank me harder!" She wiggles her plot in your face.
- >You wind up and repeat the treatment to her opposite cheek.
- >"OH FUCK!" She braes, but is quickly silenced by your cock as you press her mouth back around it.
- >You hear her snort softly, but soon she is back to her previous rhythm.
- >Looking up, you notice your vision is almost completely obscured by Ditzy's voluptuous lower half.
- >Her plot is dripping wet and her clit pulses in and out of its hood in short intervals.
- >Your path is clear.
- >You pull her hips closer and press your face into her folds, your nose resting nearly against her anus.
- >Strangely, she doesn't smell bad at all.
- >Down here she smells like... unscented shampoo...
- >You open your mouth to drag your tongue along her marehood.
- >Ditzy shivers from your actions, breathing haughtily along your shaft and tensing.
- >You lick and suck at her winking clit, causing her legs to grow weak and her body to shudder.
- >You're about to slide your index and middle finger inside when Ditzy pulls her mouth off your cock once more.
- >She turns to you, drooling and panting.
- >"I can't take it anymore, Anon. I want you inside me."
- >Not one to keep a lady... mare... waiting, you concede to her demands in a calm and collected fashion.
- >By picking her up and chucking her onto the couch on her back.
- >You immediately jump onto her, making out again, this time more frenzied than the last.
- >Your fingers dance within her golden locks as you take turns biting and sucking on each other's lips.
- >Ditzy's wet folds squish and squelch against your cock as it pushes along her crease, occasionally nudging her exposed clitoris.
- >She responds by whining into your mouth and again into the air when she breaks your kiss.
- >"Stop teasing, you jerk!" she groans and looks into your eyes, pleadingly.
- >You nod silently and bring your hips back, allowing the head of your dick to fall into place at her entrance.
- >Wordlessly, you press your member into her grey lower lips.
- >Her hind legs kick out into the air as she whinnies and flings her head from side to side.
- >"UHN! THAT'S IT! FUCK MEEEE!"
- >Your hips soon buck of their own volition and the smell of shampoo permeates the air even more than before.
- >Her skin is so pliant that you feel as though you're getting sucked into her body.
- >That, coupled with the way her insides are attempting to squeeze you dry, is bringing you dangerously close to rivaling a stallion in brevity.
- >Luckily, and if her spasms of pleasure are any indication, she's ready for a release as well.
- "Ditzy, I'm about to-"
- >"C-Cum in my mouth!" she screams.
- >For a moment, you're caught off-guard.
- >Before you can process her request, you begin to empty your seed into her warm cavern.
- >You quickly pull out and scramble over to her head, dribbling cum onto her chest and stomach.
- >Propping yourself up on the armrest, you position your spurting rod in front of her eager maw.
- >"J-Jam it in!" she commands.
- >Never have you heard such lovely words spoken before.
- >You heed her instructions and thrust hard into her mouth.
- >It feels amazing, like your dick is gliding on velvet.
- >But it's not stopping...
- >Your cock is simply driving straight through any resistance in her throat.
- >Almost as if she were...
- >Made of marshmallow...
- >Oh fuck.
- >Your momentum is too much to change after your split-second realization.
- >You feel your dick careening hopelessly through her esophagus, and you fear you may pierce the back of her head.
- >Your fears are put to rest when your member comes to a stop in what feels like...
- >Semi-melted chocolate...
- >Which you promptly coat in the rest of your spunk.
- >Terrified, you hazard a glance downward.
- >Ditzy's body is tense and rigid.
- >Her eyes have gone off in different directions, one up and one down.
- >Her face is painted in an expression of shock.
- >You cringe when you see where your boner has lodged itself.
- >Judging by the angle you're at, you just poked her brain with Anon Jr.
- >Oh fuck.
- >Oh FUCK.
- >You slide out of Ditzy's mouth, a trail of cum following close behind.
- >Her body seems to reset and her face glosses over in a dumbfounded bliss, eyes still off-kilter.
- "Ditzy, are you alright?"
- >"Derp."
- >Wat?
- "Wat?"
- >"Wat?"
- >Wat?
- "Wat?"
- >Her tongue pokes out of her mouth and she just stares blankly.
- "C'mon Ditzy, what's wrong? Talk to me."
- >She strains to move her mouth. "I... I just don't know..."
- >She just plops back down on your couch, confused.
- >Tears start to form at the corners of your eyes, threatening to blur your vision.
- "Don't you worry, Ditzy..."
- >You scoop her up and nestle her into your chest.
- "I'll get you to the hospital right away..."
- >It's now weeks after the accident.
- >The doctors said that Ditzy had severe brain trauma, resulting in a loss of eye control and reasoning ability.
- >Moreover, she'd been diagnosed with retrograde amnesia.
- >She'd forgotten everything about the last two weeks of her life.
- >Which meant, she had no idea who you were anymore.
- >You were just some weird monkey the staff let into her room for some reason.
- >You had tried to stay by her side as she recovered.
- >Tried to remind her of the little time you spent together.
- >The passion that had been sparked between you.
- >But she didn't understand.
- >And soon, it became too painful to see her.
- >To look into those pools of gold and to see that she saw nothing when looking at you.
- >It broke your heart to lose her adoration.
- >But it broke your spirit to lose her friendship.
- >And it was all your fault.
- >The more mean-spirited townsfolk started taking to calling her Derpy, a jest at her wall-eyes.
- >She didn't take it badly.
- >In fact, she seemed to be blissfully unaware of any malice in the world.
- >But hearing her being called that cut you deep.
- >It was all your fault.
- >Luckily for her, she was able to get her job back at the post office.
- >But you couldn't bear to see her face.
- >It pained you too much.
- >Never again did you answer her knocks at the door in the early mornings.
- >But every day, you would watch your letters fall to the floor through your mail slot.
- >And every day, they'd be stained with tears as you picked them up.
- >Then one day a letter in the pile catches your eye.
- >The pink envelop is addressed as being from the hospital.
- >Opening it up, the card inside honestly takes you aback.
- >There, in big, black, fancy calligraphy, it reads:
- ~CONGRATULATIONS, NEW DAD!~
- >You flip the card open and can hardly read the pony scribble inside:
- Mr. Anon, please come see me at the hospital. We need to talk.
- -Dr. Horse.
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