Ties that Bind Sequel

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>"U-um, Anon? I was wondering... Could you p-p-please bend over for me"
>You stifle a laugh, coming up with a retort.
“Make me.”
>You see her shy smile develop into a twisted grin.
>Ohshit.jpeg
>”Oh, I will.”
>My God, what have you created?
>Pinkie went all out with this.
>You’re not sure whether to be impressed, or horrified.

>You hear the crack of a whip and expect to feel the sting across your ass.
>Your bare ass.
>Wait, weren’t you wearing clothes a minute ago?
>Everything around you starts to shake
>EARTHQUAAAAAAA—err, EQUESTRIAQUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE!
>You’re startled awake as a bucket of what you hope is water douses your face.
>”Man, you gotta stop with the chocolate before bed. You’re like me after a long set; way bucked up”
>Letting out your morning roar as you stretch your arms, Vinyl scoots in closer.
>”Yes, Anon. We were concerned so we looked in your dream.”
>”We had no idea that you enjoy entertaining those kinds of fantasies. Do we no longer satisfy you?”
>”Whoa, what’s going on here, dude. You into some kinky shit? Lemme know, and I’ll do it. You know me.”
>”We can rut to the beat if you want.”
>”Oh no, Ms. Scratch—“
>”That’s MRS. Scratch. I married into this monarchy, too, you know.”
>That was a hell of a day.
>The ten of you together at an altar, the whole of the town there wishing you the best.
>The Cutie Mark Crusaders were the Justices of the Peace, hoping they’d finally earn their cutie marks.
>And on that day, you became husband to two princesses and the six most powerful fucking ponies on the planet.
>Not to mention the coolest (and only) DJ in all of Equestria.
>”Oh no, dear. What we saw was more than that. We you care to see?”
“AHEM, That won’t be necessary.”
>Things have been strange lately.
>Not bad, per se. Just kinda weird.
>Like, in the middle of the night you swear you hear voices.
>They say weird things like “Chimeragoose” and “Odd” or sometimes even “Joko” or “Remissa, please draw.”
>You really need to lay off whatever it is that’s causing these hallucinations.

>Back to the topic at hand.
>Today is a special day.
>Today is your 5 year anniversary.
>And your 10 year anniversary of coming to Equestria.
>”Man, did you even hear any of that?”
>Snap back to reality.
>You hear music in the background. Something about rabbits and mom’s spaghetti.
>Chalk another one up to magic.
“Hear what now?”
>”Space cadet over here wasn’t listening. Mind repeating that, Rarity?”
>”Of course, darling. Anon. As this is our five year anniversary, coupled with you being here for a whole decade, we’re each doing something special for you.”
>”We need you out of the house all day. And no peeking!”
>Everypony but you agrees.
>Hell, you’re still thankful you were able to buy a bed big enough for you all to fit.

>After putting on some grubby clothes, you head downstairs.
>As you sit in your living room, trying to figure something out that will take you all day, you catch parts of a conversation between the girls.
>(Pinkie) “So, Luna, what was Anon dreaming of?”
>(Luna) “We… should not say. Really.”
>From there, you can only assume they’re pestering her.
>You really hope she can hold out against this onslaught.
>”Alright, alright. Come here and we shall tell. But be quiet. The floors have ears.”
>Fuck.
>Well, now you NEED to get out of the house before that shitstorm catches up to you.
>Not having a plan, and not really caring, you set out for the town.

>You are now Fluttershy.
>And YOU ARE slightly scared.
>And incredibly aroused.
>Pinkie /had/ been trying to teach you how to be like what Luna said, but you really didn’t think it was working.
>But now that you know Anon has been dreaming about it, you think you just might try.
>For him.
>But you can’t let him know. Tonight, everypony’s doing something special for him.
>This would be your present.
>You would be going first, too.
>You needed to go out and buy some stuff that would make sure he’d be able to keep it up for the whole thing.
>You estimated about 5 hours.
>So, you go down to the local pharmacy and buy a bottle of little blue pills for him.
>Not that he was going to know he took them.
>No, you’re going to mix them with a few other things from Zecora.
>A few herbs to increase bloodflow and make sure his heart can keep up.
>You get a few extra of those because he’s bigger than a stallion, and therefore would need more.
>Right?

>You spend the day mixing the herbs and crushing the little blue pills together to make a soup.
>Tasting it, you hear a POMF, and now your wings won’t retract.
>Perfect.
>You go out to buy the things you need for the dungeon you’re preparing for him, recreated from what Luna showed you.
>Mind magic is slightly disturbing.
>The girls help you set it up, and looking at the clock once you’re all done, it’s well past nine o’clock.
>Anon would be home any minute now!
>As if on cue, he walks through the door.
>Immediately you bring him to the table where you have your soup set up for him.
>Telling him to eat as much as he can and meet you in the basement when he’s done, you head down yourself.
>In about twenty minutes, you hear him come down the stairs.
>When he rounds the corner, he goes white as a ghost.
>Then red as an apple.
>He stammers for a moment, trying to find words before you whip him.
>Slaves don’t talk, after all.
>In another twenty minutes, he’s stripped down, cuffed, gaged, and has the biggest boner you’ve seen.
>You swear it’s part diamond.
>He tries to say something, but gets whipped for it.
>Isn’t he going to learn? Slaves don’t talk.
>But, something seems… off.
>Placing a hand on his chest to push him down, you feel his heart is beating fast.
>Really fucking fast.
>And then
>Nothing.
>Anon falls over, hitting his head on the concrete.
>Blood starts to pool on the ground.
>You fly up the stairs, screaming for help.
>But by the time help arrives, it’s too late.
>Anon is dead.
>And it’s all your fault.
>The girls try to comfort you, saying things like “you didn’t know,” or “you had the right idea, it’s not your fault.”
>They’re only making you feel worse.

>You are now standing on the chair.
>One month after Anon was…
>murdered.
>By you.
>You tip the chair over, and the last thing you see is your friends trying to get you out of the noose.
>But they’re too late.



>You are Celestia.
>And you are at your wits end.
>The man you loved is now dead,
>And so is one of the Elements of Harmony.
>Nothing is the same without them.
>It feels like, every day, a little more of you dies on the inside.
>Nothing can bring them back.
>Right?

>With a hope. No, a prayer, in your mind, constantly replaying itself, you head out.
>After walking a considerable distance, you find yourself at the hut you were looking for.
>Knock knock.
“Zecora, it is Celestia. Are you available ?”
>”Why yes, my princess. Anything for you. Pray tell, you came all the way out here, what can I do?”
>You motion her over and whisper something in her ear.
>”I can’t say I approve of these actions, but I do believe I have the means.”
>She brings you a potion.
>”These will bring your beloveds back on the scene.”
>Taking this potion from her hands, she has one more thing to say.
>”It will take three alicorns, using all their magic.”
>Once the potion is purple, pour it on the departed, and it will undo things that were tragic.”

>And with those parting words, you leave for your house.
>Calling your sister, and Twilight to you as you walk in the door, you set the potion down in the middle of the room.
“I need the two of you to help me. Focus as much magic as you can on this potion for as long as you can.”
>They look at you, bewildered by your request.
>All you can do is sigh and lead by example.
>You begin to pour your magic into that bottle.
>Perhaps that isn’t really the right word.
>More accurately, you blast the shit out of that thing, giving it every last drop you can muster.
>The girls have both joined in by now, not sure of what this is all about, but seeing your determination left them no choice.
>Opening your eyes, and remembering to breathe, you notice it’s changed color, going from red to purple.
>As the last of everyone’s magic trickles out, you can only hope it will be enough.
“I need you to get everypony out of the house for the day.”
>(TS)”What? But wh—“
“NOW!”
>Not being one to question the royal Canterlot voice, they usher everyone out of the house.
>Now for a trip to the hospital.
>Or, well, the morgue, anyway.

>Entering the front doors, Redheart takes one look at you, seeing the determination on your face before backing away.
>No questions asked.
>Over the years you’ve visited this hospital several times.
>Anon’s sexual deviancy got him into more than a few “tight spots”
>Somewhere, four other mares became inexplicably aroused.
>Navigating the halls like you’ve got an internal Garmin, you push open the twin steel doors.
>There he is, still on the table.
>Magic does wonders preserving things.
>You can barely look at him right now.
>His… everything, is visible to anyone who bothers to look.
>But it was his wish that when he died, his body be used for science and study.
>Putting your own feelings aside, you move to beside your dead husband.
“No idea how this works. Here goes nothing.”
>You dump half of the contents of the bottle on the human corpse laid before you.
>The liquid absorbs into him almost instantly, but nothing other than that happens.
>Regardless. It’s time to go find Fluttershy.
>You lay a note by your beloved and walk out.
“No one is to enter that room. No one is to look inside.”
>You say to the staff that had gathered around the doors.
>A simultaneous nod is had by all.
>One nurse in particular looked to you with a knowing smile.
>You could only make out "A. A." on his nametag.
>You begin the second leg of your journey, arriving at a gated area.
“Eternal View. Don’t worry, Flutters. You’ll be home soon.”

>BANGBANGBANGBANG
>A pounding at your door shocks you awake.
>It’s been two days since your little trip.
>You’re still washing dirt out of you ethereal mane.
>Groggily walking down to the door, you wonder who could be trying to knock down your door at this hour.
>It isn’t even time for you to raise the sun yet.
>As you get closer, you think you can hear a set of voices.
>”Fl…hy, it’s fine. I know it… ccident. I forgive …ou.”
>”I-if y..ay so, …on.”
>No.
>There’s no bucking way.
>Nothing happened when you poured.
>This doesn’t seem physically possible.
>”Why… ocking? It’s yo.. ous, ins’t it?”
>”That’s ri…”
>Suddenly, the door opens, and your jaw is on the floor.
>”Honey, I’m hooome~”

>Your screams carry through the house, waking the others.
>As they file down the stairs one by one, shocked gasps fill the room before Vinyl rushes over to him, wrapping him in the best hug she can manage.
>”Dude! You’re like, alive and stuff!”
>”That I am, dear. And with no little thanks to the princess that woke you all.”
>Flutters step out from behind him, and is immediately surrounded by her friends.
“How…?”
>(An)”It’s funny. I was just about to ask you the same thing.”
“But, Zecora… The potion, it didn’t work…”
>”You’re forgetting a key part of all of this, Princess.”
>Twilight interjects, giving you a genuine smile.
>Then it hits you.
>That’s what this house has been missing.
>Hope.
>”He’s not a pony like us.”
>Now that Anon and Fluttershy are back, you finally have hope that everything will be okay.
>You walk over to him, wrapping your wings around him and pressing your lips to his.
>Breaking the kiss, Anon turns to address Everypony in the room.
>”Well guys. As much as I love seeing all of you, I’m tired. Can we go to bed now?”
>Sharing a laugh, you all head back upstairs, Anon getting in bed first, and Everypony piling in around him.
>And for the first time in a long time, everything feels right.

>You are Anon, and it’s the next morning.
>Strangely enough, being dead for a while didn’t leave you sore at all.
>In fact, you feel well rested.
>And the pile of ponies currently keeping you warm doesn’t hurt, either.
>You try to get out of bed, but are kept firmly in place by several wings draped over you.
>Your movement did not go unnoticed, as Twilight speaks up.
>”Whu…? ‘Non, where are you going? And why are you glowing?”
>Looking down at yourself, you notice a faint green glow.
“No idea. It looks like I’m the target of magic, but I don’t feel anything.”
>”Strange. We’ll have to investigate further. But for now,”
>She pulls you back into the pile.
>”You get to stay with us.”

>You aren't quite sure who you are.
>Everything's kinda fuzzy right now.
>All you can see is darkness.
>A soft green glow can be seen in the distance.
>A strange voice reaches your ears.
>"This is going to be perfect."