The Ties that Bind Spinoff (FINISHED)

>Be Anonymous
>You sit at your table at lunch, eating your sandwich by yourself when suddenly
>"A-Anon..?"
>The timid voice brings you out of your daydreams and back to reality
"Yeah, Fluttershy?"
>"Um, I was- I was wondering ifyoucouldmaybehelpmestudy. Eep"
>You can't quite make out the last part of that, other than her little squeak and the end, but you're pretty sure she wants your help with something.
"Uh, what was that?"
>"I said, canyoupleasehelpmestudyitsreallyimportantthatmygradesare--"
>You cut her off, not understanding anything she's saying.
"Slow down, I can't understand you when you talk that fast"
>She takes a big breath before proceeding to explain that she needs help in school otherwise she can't go help at the shelter.
"Of course I'll help. Do you want to start now, or what?"
>"Um, well, I uh... I'm kinda busy right now, but are you doing anything after school tomorrow?"
"Not that I know of. Tomorrow it is."
>"Well, now that that's settled, I have to go now. Bye Anon."
>You turn to go back to your sandwich, but something brushes your cheek. Turning around you see her blush.
>As she leaves, you smile to yourself. Not only did you just get a date with Fluttershy, you got a kiss as well. Today was going to be great.
>Or today was going to be shit. A pop quiz in your next two classes, and a test you forgot to study for. And to top it all off, the light rain turns into a torrential downpour. Normally, that wouldn't be bad, but your car was in the shop after you, well, you don't want to think about that.
>"Anon. Hey, dude. Equestria to Anooooooon~ You there man?"
>The blue Pegasus with the rainbow mane brings you out of your musings. Funny, you don't remember joining her.
>"Helloooooooooooo~ Are you even listening?"
"Hmm what?"
>She sighs with mock disappointment.
>"I said, you wanna go to the concert with me tomorrow? I heard Vinyl is gonna debut some new stuff"
"Su-- Oh shit."
>"What's up, dude?"
"I can't. I've already made plans with someone else."
>"Oh, I see. You got a new marefriend, huh? Well who is it? Cmon, you can tell ol' Dashie."
>You don't see any harm in telling the spunky blue pony, so you tell her all about what happened earlier today. When you mention Fluttershy, she gets oddly quiet.
>"Well, I guess that, uh, that's good for you, huh?"
"Dash? What's bothering you"
>"Nothing. Look, I just remembered, I left the water running on my cloud, gotta go, bye."
>And with that, she zips off, leaving you to ponder what in the actual fuck just happened alone. She seemed glad that you were finally interested in someone, but the moment you dropped the name, she clammed up. Damn, you need to get an umbrella.
>Maybe there's someone you can ask about all this. You're not sure who, though.
>Twilight? No, you doubt she'd be much help here. You need... intuition, not book smarts. >
Rarity? No, you want advice, not a wedding dress...
>You can't ask shy herself, and you can't ask dash, so who do we ask?
>Applejack! That's it! She's never steered you wrong in the past.
>It takes some doing, but you finally manage to track down the Earth Pony.
"Hey, AJ, can I talk to you about something? It's about Rainbow Dash."
>"Well, sure thing, pard. What's got your jimmies so rustled?"
>You recount everything of importance to the best of your ability.
>She listens politely all the way through your story, and once you're done, she turns to you.
>With the utmost seriousness in her voice, but by no means threatening, she says
>"Now, y'all listen up, Anon. Ya gotta promise me something."
"Anything, AJ, what's up."
>"Ya gotta promise yer gonna treat her real nice. Ya gotta be a real gentlecolt"
>"She's been through some mighty tough times, and she needs someone to support her."
>You're slightly confused at what she's saying. It's not like you two are a couple or anything.
>Even though you yourself were acting like it was a big date when she asked for your help.
>"If'n y'all take advantage of her kind nature, the end result won't be so pretty for ya."
>The thought hadn't even crossed your mind, but what she's saying makes a lot of sense.
>You've seen her on days where she shows up late to class, with inexplicable cuts and bruises.
"Applejack, you haven't answered my original question."
>"Oh, shoot, I almost forgot. I promised not ta say anythin' but I s'pose ya can be trusted."
>She leans in close, and what she whispers confirms what you had suspected.
>Dash and Shy used to be a thing.
>And Dash can't quite let go.

Where do we go from here, guys?

>In a mad dash to find Dash, you stop and chuckle to yourself.
"I wonder if the cold ever bothered her"
>There is no way you could say that to her face and leave with the same amount of blood inside your body.
"Oh, Dashie, where are you? Hey, we gotta talk."
>Suddenly your vision goes rainbow before you register pain and the ground rising up to meet you, before being hauled up by a blue hoof.
>"omigoshomigoshomigosh Anon I'm so sorry I wasn't looking and I--"
>You place your hand on her muzzle, getting her to stop talking long enough to get a word in edgewise.
"Hey. I wanna talk to you about something."
>"Same here."
>Her face takes a noticeable turn for the worse as her smile fades and her eyes lose their focus.
>but as soon as you think to say something, she's back to her normal self.
"So, do you wanna go somewhere and talk, or..."
>"Yeah. I told Twilight I was having some... Issues, and she offered to let me use the library."
"She left saying something about needing to see sunbutt or something."
>Well, that could have gone worse.
>You try to make small talk on the way, but she's... distracted.
"Hey, you okay?"
>"Hmm? I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? It's not like my best friend is trying to steal my. girrrl-gi-girlf-frien--"
>"No, I'm fine.
>Sighing, you stop about halfway to the library, and just llok at her.
>Her eyes are starting to take on that shimmer that means tears aren't too far behind.
"Hey, come here."
>"Wha...?"
"Just, come here."
>As she descends to your level, you grab her and just hold her.
>Soon, you feel the telltale warmth soak through your shirt onto your shoulder and she's shaking in your arms.
>You hold her close and stroke her mane, doing your best to calm her down.
"I'm not trying to take her from you. I know what's going on, and I'm not trying to get in the way of you two."
>"wha *sniff* wat are you talking about? *hic*"
"AJ told me everything. And just so we're clear,Flutters is -just- asking for help studying. Nothing else."
>You feel the little blue Pegasus wrap her forelegs around you and squeeze as tight as she can.
"Dash. Can't breathe. Let go."
>"omigoshimsosorryimjustsohappyand--"
>For the second time today, you put your hand on her muzzle, surprised at how soft it is.
>"Hey, um, I think there's something Applejack forgot to mention."
"Oh?"
>"Well, you see, um... Fluttershy isn't the only pony *ahem* or person I have my eyes on."
>You feel the color suddenly rush to your cheeks.
>She leaves after that, but not before givong you a quick peck on the cheek.
>In the same place as the one from Fluttershy.
>What is it with these horse girls and you?
>You decide that's a mystery for another day and go to bed, utterly exhausted.
>BANGBANGBANGBANG
>You bolt up in bed, so rudely awakened by the pounding at your door.
>BANGBANGBANGCRASH
>And the tinkling of broken glass tells you just what pony it is.
>"Special delivery!"
>Yep. Exactly which one.
"Hey, Derpy. I'm up here."
>"Up where?"
"Up here--"
>CRASH
>And now there's a hole in your floor. Or is it ceiling? Eh, one of the two.
>"Special delivery for Anon."
"Funny, I don't remember ordering anything."
>"It's from Pinkie. She left very specific instructions."
"And what would those be?"
>"Uhm... I kinda forgot..."
>You can't help but smile at the goofy little mailmare as you rustle her mane.
"Hey, Derpy, what are you doing today?"
>"Um, not much. I've got a few more letters, and then I've got the day off. Why?"
"Wanna hang out with me today?"
>"Well, sure. I don't see why not. Let me finish my deliveries, and I'll be right back."
"Let me get the door for you."
>"No, I got it. But thanks for offering."
"Wait, Derpy that's the--"
>CRASHtinkletinkletinkle
“Other window…”
>About a half hour later she returns.

How do you spend the day?

>After about a half hour, she comes back, right back through the window.
"You know I have a door, right?"
>"Oh. Yeah, let me try that again."
>She flies back out through that window, only to crash through your door.
"That... works, I guess. So, what do you want to do today?
>"MUFFINS! Pinkie said she was going to make a batch for me. Let's go see!"
>The two of you walk to Sugarcube Corner without major incident
>Although, you're sure her eyes can't be helping her avoid things.
>One angry cabbage cart owner later, you both arrive.
"I think I'm getting Diabetes just looking this place."
>"Oh, cmon Anon! Have some fun! Hey, it's almost your birthday, right?"
"Oh Luna dammit, I hoped to go another five minutes..."
"Hey, Pinkie Pie. Yeah, my birthday is soon."
>You neglect to tell her that it's tomorrow.
"Hey, Pinkie, Derpy here was saying you were going to make a batch of muffins?"
>"Oh yeah! I need some help, though. Big order! Can you guys help?"
>"Of course you can. I don't even know why I'm asking!"
>You aren't even surprised she's roped you into this.
>You've helped her way too much in the past to say no at this point.
"Alright, Pinkie, tell us what to do."
>Looking over at the mare you came here with, you notice she's been silently vibrating the whole time.
>"M-MM-MMMMMM-MU-MUFFIIIIIINS!"
>She suddenly bursts out, startling you, but bringing a massive smile to the pink pony across from you.
>"Well, what are you waiting for, sillies? Let's go!"
>She leads you both back to the kitchen, going down into the basement to get her ingredients.
>Pinkie opens the door and stares down the stairs.
>She arms herself with the heaviest frying pan you've ever seen
>She then walks down the stairs, shutting and locking the door behind her.
>A muffled scream followed by a crash and a loud thump are heard.
>Then, silence.
>She walks back out, covered in sweat with a bag of flour and a dented frying pan.
>Her hair seemed more... flat.
"Pinkie, what was that?"
>Her face is instantly sweaty, and you can tell she's nervous about something.
>"Uhhh... Mice. Yeah, that's it. Mice."
"With a dented frying pan?"
>"Reeeeally big mice."
"Okay then... Moving on."
>You and your friends bake roughly a shit ton of muffins.
>Derpy's eyes tear up a bit every time a batch is boxed up and shipped.
>It's the most fucking adorable thing you've ever seen.
>You all finish, Pinkie wipes the sweat off her brow, and you do the same.
>You notice two batches set aside.
"Uh, Pinkie, I think you forgot to pack some."
>"No, silly. Those are for you guys for helping me so much!"
>By this time, it's dark out.
>You offer to walk Derpy home, but realize you don't really know where she lives.
>She says it's fine and heads on home.
>You're about to do the same when Pinkie calls to you from inside.
>"Anon, heeeeeeelp!"
>You rush into the house, looking all around for your friend when you notice a strange smell. Then it's dark.
>You feel strangely tired, and fall to the floor.
>The last thing you see before you pass out is a gas mask, a flat mane, and... pink...?
>No...
>Can't... th... st..ig...
>...
>You wake up confused and with a headache.
>You try to take note of your surroundings but it's dark.
>You're not sure of what happened, but you remember looking for Pinkie.
>And then... That mane... Why is it so familiar?
>You're not sure. But then, the whole day is kind of a blur in your memory.
>"Well, you're finally awake. I've had my eyes on you for a while."
>Who is that... And why is that voice strange?
>Wait. You remember... A mask, covering a face.
"Wh-who are you, and where am I?"
>"Wouldn't you like to know? Don't worry, you're safe here. For now."
>"What are you going to do to me?"
>You hear a faint shuffling to your left.
>"One moment. I have to deal with this."
>You can barely make anything out other than that mane.
>You hear the sickening shhink of a blade into flesh.
>And something thump to the floor.
>You're sure it was a body.
You think you cam make out some kind of rubber suit on the pony.
>"Well then, Anon."
"H-how do you know my name?"
>"Like I said. I've had my eyes on you for a while."
>"To answer your question, I'm going to rape you."
>"And there's nothing you can do about it."
>You try and struggle, but your arms and legs are tied to the chair you're in.
>The voice sounds... feminine.
>"Hahahahaha, did you really think I would be that careless?"
>You see the flash of metal in your captors hand
"Please... Please, don't kill me."
>"Oh, I'm not going to kill you. Just toy with you."
>
>She cuts off your shirt and draws the blade across your chest twice, making a large X
>"Now we'll know that you're mine."
>"Always."
>She takes the blade, and cuts through the jeans you're wearing
>Taking your dick in her hand, she squeezes it.
>Hard.
>You're afraid she might rip it off. Or, in this case, cut it off.
>She must have seen it on your face, because she just laughs at you.
>Kicking your chair over, she carefully cuts a hole in her suit.
>"Do you know what's going to happen?"
"You're going to sit on my face and make me eat you out?"
>"Mmmm, close. Find out for yourself."
>At that, she sits down on your face.
>"Well, get started!"
>Tentatively you put your tongue out, ready to work to stay alive
>Expecting to feel soft, puffy lips meeting your tongue
>You're surprised to feel something with a lot less give to it.
"You want me to... In your asshole...?"
>"Yep. You got it. Now do it."
>Unsure what to do, you start making circles around the puckered star
>Pushing it flat against her hole, you try to emulate all of the things you've seen on the ponynet.
>You lightly tease your kidnapper by putting pressure on her anus with your tongue.
>The tongue almost enters her hole only to back out at the last second
>You taste cake and... Cotton candy?
>Why is everything about this mare so familiar?
>You suddenly feel pain as her hooves press against your newly-made cut
>"It isn't nice to tease a mare with a knife in her hooves."
>Trying to avoiding wincing like the man that you are, you finally enter the primrose path.
>Surprisingly, the primrose path wasn't too bad.
>She shudders in pleasure and you feel her clamp down on your tongue
>As your snake-like tongue writhes its way deeper into the hole, you start to realize how tidy it has been kept.
>You are in a trance, wanting to lick every nook and cranny in this delicious orifice like the greatest sweet you have ever tasted.
>Being so tantalizingly close to her honeypot, it very well could've been.
>She gets up off of you, turning around and squatting over your crotch
>”You will never get to taste your rapist's delicious pussy.”
>”You’re lucky if you make it out of here alive.”
>You feel her asshole pressing on your dick, the heat of her marehood noticeable even through the rubber of her suit.
>She puts all of her weight on you and drops down, going balls-deep on the first plunge
>"Oh yessss, this is what I've been waiting so long for. I'm going to keep you around for a long time, human."
>Well, at least you'll live for a while.
>It's rough without any lube, but you're grateful for your ministrations earlier. Saliva is better than nothing.
>As she rides you like a horse you can't help but be amazed. Is this what you've been missing out on?
>Sure, it's not the most ideal of circumstances, but sex is sex. Especially to a virgin like you.
>Well, ex-virgin now.
>Another flash disrupts your train of thought as her knife hits the floor, landing near your hands.
>Thank Luna.
>Your rapist is too distracted to notice.
>As discreetly as you can, you free your hand.
>Wrapping a hand around your captor so she can't do anything, you free your legs.
>"What the hell are you doing?! Stop now!"
>She weighs absolutely nothing, and you throw her off of you.
>She slides across the floor before slamming into a wall.
>You somehow know she's out cold now.
>You're about ready to make your escape when you hear more muffled screams.
>Walking over to the source, you're dumbfounded.
>The only thing out of your mouth is
"Well, I can do it in person now."
>Anon, get a hold of yourself.
>You can deal with the aftermath of this later.
>Your priority right now is getting her out.
>Grabbing the pony next to you, you feel around in the dark for some kind of exit.
>You stub your toe on something hard.
>Stairs!
>Fireman-carrying the mare you found, you run up the stair
>You open the door before slamming it behind you.
>Still not knowing quite where you are yet, you feel around some more.
>Bumping into a counter and some furniture on the way, you stumble out of the building you're in
"Oh my fuck."
>You look at the building and know that you'll never feel the same in it.
>It's Sugarcube Corner.
>"Ahem. Can you put me down now, Anon."
>Brought back to reality by that voice, you set down the mare, as you now see.
"Y-your Highness."
>You just saved Princess Luna.
>Princess fucking Luna.
>”Please, Anon. We both know you can call me Luna.”
“You’re right. I totally forgot. What with being raped and all.”
>”I had been in that basement for what felt like weeks. If it weren’t for you, I don’t know what would have happened.”
>Giving her a once-over, you can see she does look a bit malnourished. Her ribs are visible, and her fur is matted in places.
“I didn’t even know there was someone else in there. Other than…”
>Your mind flashes back to that moment when you heard that sound and felt the body fall to the floor.
>You’re definitely going to have nightmares about that.
>”It’s alright. There was nothing you could have done to prevent that tragedy.”
“I don’t care about preventing it. I just want to give that poor ponies family some closure.”
>But you know you can’t go back in there.
>The shock of what happened left you in a daze for the rest of the day.
>You felt like you were on autopilot, just going through the motions.
>It wasn’t until you went to bed that night that it really dawned on you.
>You were raped.
>And almost killed.
>You rub your hands over your chest, feeling the swollen flesh on it.
>You will be forever marked.
>And forever reminded.
>The last thing you remember before falling asleep is Luna. You hope she will be kind to you tonight.
>You need it.
>”Anonymous? Anonymous, are you awake?”
>A strangely royal sounding voice gently wakes you from your slumber.
“Who…? Wha…? Princess Celestia? What are you doing here?”
>”My dear sister told me what happened. And how you saved her life. She says she is forever in your debt.”
>You aren’t nearly awake enough for this discussion.
“Princess, do you mind waiting downstairs for me? I kinda need to get dressed and stuff.”
>”O-oh my. I am very sorry. If I would have known—“
“It’s fine. Just please go wait downstairs. I’ll be there in a minute.”
>It’s about this time when you realize that you didn’t bother to change out of what you were wearing yesterday.
>Grabbing some clean clothes, you head into your bathroom and change, brushing your teeth while you’re in there.
>Making your way downstairs, you hear sizzling in your kitchen and smell the familiar scent of waffles.
“You know, you really don’t have to make me breakfast, princess.”
>”Oh, but we must! You saved us last night. It is the least we can do.”
>That is NOT Celestia’s voice.
>”That, and it’s not just for you, dude.”
>That one wasn’t either. Just how many people are in your house?
“Who all is here…”
>Your sentence trails off there as you round the corner to your living room.
>There’s Celestia, as expected.
>But there’s seven other guests as well.
>You suddenly wished you had put on a shirt.
>”Lookin’ good there, partner. Glad workin’ ‘round the farm keeps y’all in such good shape.”
>Goddesses dammit.
>You hear some snickering as well as a little “eep” From one corner of the room
>Oh shit.
>You totally forgot about Fluttershy.
>You resolve to talk to her about it all once you figure out why everyone is here.
>Looking into the kitchen you see Luna, indeed making waffles.
“Luna, what are you doing?”
>”Why, we are only doing as we said. We are indebted to you, and so we are going to help any way we can.”
>While you appreciate the offer, you prefer being independent like that.
>”Anon, would you come in here for a moment, please?”
>You recognize that voice, too. Purplesmart wants you in there.
>Maybe now you’ll get some answers.
>You take a seat on your couch and do a quick mental roll call.
>Celestia, check. Luna, check. Rarity, Twilight, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Pinkie, check.
“Can someone tell me why we’re all cramped in my house, and why the princess woke me up?”
>”Well, we wanted to talk about what happened. My book said that if you don’t talk about it, it could lead to mental problems.”
>Of course. Her book said.
“Look. I don’t want to talk about it.”
>”Oh, but you must, darling. And I must get you some new clothes. Those look positively dreadful.”
>The white unicorn looks over you, trying to figure out what would look best.
>You really aren’t surprised by that. It’s what the yellow one is doing that surprises you.
>She looks… happy.
>You aren’t sure why, so you tuck that little bit of information away for later.
“Like I said, I don’t want to—“
>”Breakfast is ready, everyone.”

Wat do? Other than eat breakfast.

>You internally thank Luna for getting you out of this mess for now.
>For now
>You let out a small groan at the thought of coming back to this discussion
>”Do you not want breakfast? We prepared it specially for you.”
>Apparently the princess of the night has the hearing of a bat.
“Shit. She heard that?”
>”Yes, we did, Anonymous. Is this not to your liking?”
“No, Luna, that’s not it. I’m sorry.”
>”It is of no consequence, dear friend. Now, come in here and partake in this morning’s meal with us.”
>Come to think of it, you are pretty hungry.
>Sitting down at your table, you didn’t even know you had that many chairs. Or that you could fit that many ponies at said table.
>”We hope everypony is hungry, for we made plenty to go around!”
>Fuck.
>Now you’re going to have to go to the market to pick up more supplies.
“Thanks for all of this, really, but Luna, you didn’t have to.”
“None of you guys had to.”
>Looking around at your friends, you see nothing but worry and relief on their faces.
“But I appreciate it. Now, let’s eat this delicious meal.”
>To be completely honest, you’re surprised at how good it smells.
>You wouldn’t think that 1000 years on the moon would be conducive to cooking skills.
>But as you take a bite, you’re forced to eat your thoughts.
>Holy shit, these are the best waffles you’ve ever had.
“Luna, these are delicious. Where’d you learn to make these?”
>”Once we were freed of our banishment, we learned much from the royal staff.”
>”So that’s why the cooks were always complaining.”
>Celestia pipes in, chuckling lightly at her jab at her sister
>You didn’t think reed would show up on a blue mare, but the blush is clear as day.
>”But- We only- We were just—“
>”Relax, sister. I’m only kidding.”
>”All joking aside, we had to come, Anon. You’re our friend, and we had to make sure you’re alright.”
>Twilight speaks up, stopping all other conversations.
>”Yeah, man. We couldn’t just sit around with our thumb up our plots knowing you could be in trouble.”
>Rainbow Dash, always the bro.
“Okay, okay, I get it, and I thank you all. But can this wait until after breakfast? I’d rather not ruin the meal.”
>”Of course, darling. And once we’re done with that dreadful business, we can go get you fitted for some new outfits. What do you say, dearie?”
“I’d love to, but I’m a bit short on bits this month. I’ll have to work out some kind of payment plan.”
>”Nonsense. These are entirely on me. You’ve always been good to me. To all of us. It’s the least I can do.”
>Never one to pass up free clothes, you agree with the fashionista.
>”An’ if ya need a few more bits, Ah’ve always got some extra work ‘round the farm fer ya.”
>”Oh. Or you could help me take care of the animals.”
“Fluttershy, I’ve been meaning to ask you. Do you still need help with your homework?”
>”Oh, um. Well, I do, but after what’s happened I…”
>She mumbles something incoherent, and you can’t help but smile at just how damn cute she is.
“How about, once this whatever it is is over, and I’m done getting fitted with Rarity, you come back over, and we’ll work on it.”
>Her face lights up, and you’re sure everyone else in the room can see it, too.
>She looks relieved that’s you’re fine enough to help her like you promised.
“Applejack, can I take the day off today, as I now have plans?”
>”Sure thing, pard’. Come on in tomorrow, and we’ll getcha enough bits to get by.”
“Thanks, AJ.”
>You look at your plate to see it empty. Just like everyone else’s. You didn’t even realize you were eating.
>”Well, now that that’s over with, let’s all go and talk in the other room.”
>You and the others get settled in on your couches, and look around to see just who’s going to start this.
>Feeling the tension in the air, you go first.
“So, um, you guys were really intent on this. What do you want to know?”
>Everyone speaks up at once.
>”What happened?”
>”Do you remember anything?”
>”Are you alright?”
>”How did you know Luna was there?”
>”Are you hurt?”
>”Is there any lasting physical damage?”
>”What’s for lunch?”
>Everyone looks at the source of the last question.
>”What? You can’t be the best flier in Equestria on an empty stomach.”
>…
>They all bust out laughing, bringing some humour to this serious conversation.
“Okay, okay. One at a time. Clockwise from me.”
>Twilight looks over at you, trying to form exactly what she wants to ask.
>”What… No. How much do you remember?”
>You search your memory, trying to pick out bits and pieces that weren’t fuzzy.
“I remember… Derpy pounding on my door, said she had something for me.”
>Oh damn. You never opened it.
“Hang on, just a second.”
>You run off up the stairs, trying to find it.
>”Anon, if you’re trying to get out of this, you’ll regret it!”
>That sounded a lot like Rainbow Dash.
>Is she genuinely concerned? Does she really care about you like that?
>You find what you were looking for.
>Coming back down stairs, you see Pinkies face visibly light up when she sees what you have.
>Then you watch it fill with horror as she remembers what’s in that letter.
>”Anon, you can’t open that here, it’s full of secrets and and and and and you just can’t I would die.”
>Strange reaction from the pink one. But you think better of tearing into it right there.
>She might poison your next birthday cake.
“Uh, alright, Pinkie. If you say so.”
>You stuff the letter into a drawer and you see her relax.
“Anyways, Derpy came over, we hung out, then we… We went to Sugarcube corner to make muffins, I think.”
“After that all I remember is waking up, and a pony in a rubber suit cut my clothes up a bit, and me.”
>You swear they’d practiced this with how in sync they were.
>”And you?! Where?!”
>Stunned for a moment, you point to the big X on your chest.
>You hear Pinkie whisper “I thought it was a treasure map.
>Collective facehoof.
>”We’d been looking at it all along.”
>”How did we miss it?”
>“Ah dunno bout y’all, but Ah thought it was some fancypants cutie mark or somethin’”
>Fluttershy, Dash, and the Pie are on top of you, trying to figure out just how bad it is.
>Shy is babying you, Dash says it’ll be okay, it’s like a badge of honor, or battle scars or something cool like that.
>And the pink one is just tracing it with her hoof, apparently happy just to be near you.
“Um, girls? What are you doing?”
>As if woken from a dream, they all snap out of it, sheepishly going back to their spots.
“Then, I remember tasting… Cake and cotton candy. Not sure why. After that, she said something.”
>”She?”
“Yeah. There was some kind of mask muffling her voice and hiding her face, but it was definitely a mare.”
>”Please, do continue. We are interested in hearing how you recount your valiant actions is saving us.”
“I’m getting there, I’m getting there.”
>The princess looks at you, full of endearment.
Shit. She’s gonna be all over you now. You guess that’s what saving someone does.
“As I was saying, She said something.”
“Something like ‘You will never get to taste your rapist's delicious pussy.’”
>At that vulgarity, all of the ponies in the room turn a deep shade of red.
>”Um. Well then, darling. I’m not quite sure whether to comfort you or plug my ears.”
“That’s about as bad as it gets, Rarity. As far as language goes.”
“After that, she, well, she raped me.”
>You hear them utter things from “I’m sorry” to “How could this happen?” to “I’m gonna kill that bitch.”
>You’re surprised to find out that last one came from none other than yellowquiet herself.
>”oh, oh my… did I really say that?”
>A smile crosses your face and you hope that she saw it.
“She dropped the knife that she used to cut as she was going at it.”
“I used it to cut myself free.”
“The next thing I remember is throwing her highness here over my shoulder and getting the fuck out of there.”
“Then I went home. It was late, and I didn’t want to wake any of you.”
>”Luna came to us in a dream last night, telling us we need to come here, and telling us what happened to you.”
>Looking over at her, you see her grin a little bit.
“Thank you for that, princess.”
>”It was nothing. We were so happy to be free of that wretched place.”
>This time it’s Celestia that thanks you.
>”Anon, I will never be able to express how grateful I am that you found my sister.”
“Thank you, Celestia.”
>”No. Thank –you- Anon. She had been missing for weeks and we all started fearing the worst.”
“I’m just glad I heard you screaming. Otherwise I would never have known you were there.”
>”We are forever in your debt, Anonymous.”
>At that, she bows before you. You quickly gesture for her to get up, not used to such honor.
“You don’t have to do that, Luna. Really.”
“Now, Pinkie, I believe it’s your turn to ask a question now.”
>”Do you wanna have a party now that you’re safe? I’ve got this new cupcake recipe for you to try!”
“Not right now, sorry. Right now, I want to just try to figure out what all happened to me.”
>”Awww… Alright. Well, if you ever want a party, you know who to call!”
“And call I will. AJ, you’re next.”
>”Did y’all see who done this to ya?”
“Not really. She was in a rubber suit and a mask of some kind… Like a gas mask or something.”
>”Horseapples. Ah dunno anypony with a rubber suit and a gas mask.”
>”I do believe it’s my turn now. Tell me, darling. Do you have any idea who would want to do this to you?”
“Not in the slightest. I try to be nice to every pony I meet.”
>”Well ain’t that the truth.”
“Celestia, did you have something you wanted to ask?”
>”Yes, I did. Would you like to stay at the palace in Canterlot for a while, where it’s safe?”
>Twilight looks at you with a hint of jealousy in her eyes, but it quickly fades when she realizes the circumstances behind the offer.
“As much as I appreciate the offer, princess, I’m going to stay here.”
“But, it would be nice if somepony were to stay here with me for protection.”

Who volunteers?

“Hey, AJ. Can you get away from the farm tonight? You’re strong enough to take care of an attacker.”
>”Sure thing. This way, Ah can make sure ya come in t’ work bright an’ early tomorrow”
>You knew this was going to have some kind of a downside.
>”It is our turn now, is it not?”
“Yes it is, Luna. Ask away.”
>”What did you do after you rescued us?”
>Why would she want to know that?
“Well, I went home, and went to sleep. Why do you ask?”
>”Do you know if you had a dream?”
“Not that I can remember, no.
>She looks a little disappointed at this.
>”Ah, well, we can’t say we are surprised, after such a traumatic event.”
>You get the feeling there’s something she’s not telling you, but now isn’t the time to press it.
“Fluttershy, is there anything you wanted to know?
>”well, oh, I mean, are you alright?”
“About as fine as I can be, given the situation.”
>”oh. R-rainbow Dash. Wasn’t there something you wanted to know, too?”
>”Yeah. What did this mask look like?”
>You search your memory as best as you can, but your only response is to slowly shake your head at the little Pegasus.
“Sorry Dash. I can’t remember.”
>”Oh well. We’ll find them anyway, right bro?”
“Yeah. Yeah we will. Now, everypony has had their turn. I believe this is over. If you’ll excuse me, I need to go get fitted.”
>Rarity looks over at you and smiles as everyone files out of your house.
>Applejack stops and motions you over to talk to her.
>”Ah see ya got some holes in yer house.”
“Yeah, I have Derpy to thank for that.”
>”Don’t you worry none, the Apple family’ll have it lookin like new in a jiffy.”
>Somewhere in the background you swore you heard music. And something about a barn.
>Walking with Rarity, you two try to make small talk, but she keeps bumping into you.
“Rarity, you okay?”
>”Whatever do you mean, Anon?”
“Well, you keep bumping in to me.”
>”Why, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
>With a wink, she does it again.
>You give up on trying to figure her out.
>Finally you arrive at her boutique. After unlocking the doors, she ushers you in, leading you to a back room.
>”Okay, darling. Strip down as far as you’re comfortable, and we’ll get you measured up.”
>You’ve done this a million times, and she’s seen you naked before, fitting you for a suit for the Gala.
>You strip completely, and she gasps once she turns back around, tape around her neck
>”Well… It never gets any less impressive, does it?”
>You keep a straight face and a soft dick, knowing she’s just trying to tease you.
“Flattery will get you nowhere. You know that.”
>”Oh, but a girl can try, can’t she?”
“Guess I can’t stop you from trying.”
>It’s strictly professional from there out, other than you swear you feel her tail brush against you a few times.
>”Well, what do you think, Anon. What would you like to wear? This is all on me, remember.”

What do you want to wear?

“I was thinking something casual. Like, a t-shirt and jeans or something.”
>”Well, I can certainly do that, but wouldn’t you like something a little more… Dashing?”
“I don’t know about that. I barely get out as it is, and I don’t normally go to events that would call for it.”
>”Perhaps we should fix that, dear.”
>More tail brushing. Just what is it with these girls and physical contact? Oh well. You’re pretty resigned to not understanding them. Fucking magic.
>Thinking of not understanding, what was up with Pinkie earlier? It’s just a letter, right?
>…
>Right?
>Damn curiosity.
“Hey, Rarity? What did you do with my clothes?”
“They’re on the desk, darling. Why do you ask?”
“There’s something in them I forgot about.”
>Retrieving them, you find the letter to be only slightly crumpled.
>You carefully open it up, fully expecting confetti and streamers to explode out of it.
>You were not wrong.
>And that is exactly when the little white unicorn walks back into the room.
>jfc
>”Oh my. That’s going to take some cleanup. Whatever did you just do?”
“You know, I’m not quite sure of that myself. I opened that letter from Pinkie Pie, and then color everywhere.”
>”Yes, I can see that last part. Well, don’t just stand there, what does it say?”
>You scan over the letter quickly, but your eyes settle on a single line.
>”Anon, will you be my special somepony?”
>Rarity has to pick your jaw up off the floor for you.
>Where the hell is this coming from?
>You noticed she’d been kinda close to you lately, but you just chalked that up to her personality.
>How the hell did you miss this?
>”Come on then, out with it. What has you so stunned?”
>You hand the letter over to her, and she just chuckles at you.
>”Come now, did you truly have no idea about this? She’s been all over you lately.”
>You have no idea what to do.
“I have no idea what to do.”
>”Well, isn’t it obvious, dear? Tell her either yes or no.”
“I’m afraid it’s not really that simple.”
>”Oh? Do tell.”
>Sometimes you forget how big of a gossip this pony is.
>You tell her about everything that’s happened so far, to the best of your ability.
>Last night is still a little hazy for you.
>Her smile fades more and more as you recount what’s happened, and she looks nervous as you finish telling her.
>”A-Anon, dear, I’m afraid there’s something I should tell you.”
>As long as she doesn’t tell you to stay away from her friends, you’re fine.
>In your time here in Equestria, you haven’t made many friends outside of these eight.
>Well, there –is- that mailmare,
>And the DJ.
>But other than that, you don’t know anypony here. Ten friends isn’t bad, you suppose.
>You realize that she’s been trying to get your attention.
>”Anoooooooooon. Are you still with us?”
“Sorry. I was just thinking about some things.”
>”Were you even listening to what I said?”
“Uhh…”
>She sighs at you, shaking her head in mock disappointment.
>”I said, I’ve been meaning to ask you the same thing. It’s not every day that an alien just walks into your store.”
>”And definitely not every day that he treats you like a mare instead of just a designer.”
>Of course she would ask you that.
>At this rate, half of the town will be asking you out before the weekend.
>Although, that would explain the tail thing.
“I’ll have to think about it. I’m not sure how the others would feel about all this.”
>She mumbles something and all you can make out is “oblivious, too.”
“What was that, Rarity?”
>”Hmm? Oh, just saying that you’re outfit will be fabulous, too.”
>Your bullshit meter just went off the charts, but you don’t dare say anything.
>”Now, go on darling. Come back in a few hours, and I’ll have you try on a few things.”
“Thanks again. Really, I’ll find a way to pay—“
>”Ah ah. That right there. Stop that. I told you already, it’s the least I can do after you’ve done for all of us.”
>Thinking of that DJ, you decide to go visit the mare. You’ve been meaning to get some new records anyway.
>You make your way to the outskirts of town to her house. Standing outside the door, you can feel the bass.
>This is why you two got along so well.
>The door opens just as you knock, so you instead knock on her head.
>”Nonny, what gives man?”
“Ah shit. Sorry Vinyl, didn’t see you there.”
>”No worries. What brings you all the way out here? You enjoying the tunes?”
“Yeah, actually. I’ve been meaning to gets some new records from you, figured I’d come out and ask.”
>”Awesome. I’m headed in to pick out some food from in town, but you’re welcome to come with.”
>She dons her goggles, hiding her eyes from you. You wonder…
“Hey, Vinyl. Why do you wear those goggles so much?”
>”Huh? Oh, these? They help me play in the dark.”
“Like night vision or something?”
>”Kinda. I’ll show you when we get back to my place.”
>You’re left wondering just what she meant when you both arrive at the market.
>She gets out a list of supplies she needs, and you’re mystified as to how they write with no hands.
>Holy shit you’re stupid.
>Magic, duh.
>A hoof touches your face, bringing you out of your thoughts. You really need to stop thinking so much.
>”Yo, Nonny, you there? I said, what’re you up to today?”
“Huh? Oh, nothing much. Just gotta go help Fluttershy with her homework later. How come?”
>”I was wondering if you’d wanna hang out later.”
>You always liked spending time with Vinyl. She was more laid back than the rest of your little group.
“Sure, don’t see why not. Like I said, I gotta help Flutters, but after that, I’m free— Shit.”
>”What’s up, dude?”
“I just remembered Applejack is staying over tonight. You free this weekend?”
>”Got a concert Sunday, but other than that, I’m pretty open. In fact, wanna help me with that?”
“You want me to help with your concert?”
>”Damn straight. You in?”
“I don’t even know the first thing about it. Why the fuck not?”
>”Awesome. Swing by Thursday and I’ll teach you how to work shit.”
>By this time you’re back at her house. Somehow you wound up carrying all of the groceries.
>She magics the door open, and leads you in to the kitchen.
>Setting the stuff down on the counter, you remember she said she’d show you what’s so cool about those goggles.
“Hey, so, what’s so cool about those things?”
>”Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Come here.”
>She’s over in front of some of her turntables, so you walk over to her, avoiding the mess of cables that snake along the floor.
>As you get over there, she turns off the music and the house is silent.
>”Here, put them on when I say so.”
>She hands them to you, messing with some knobs and switching out records.
>”Alright, turn around and go for it.’
>You do as she says, turning around before you put them on.
>All you see is darkness.
>”Now check this.”
>She pushes play and the room erupts in color.
>You’re seeing sound.
>You’re fucking seeing SOUND
>You tumble a bit and fall backwards, but she catches you just before you hit the ground.
>”Pretty sweet, huh?”
“Holy shit, that’s awesome. Where can I get some of these?”
>”Keep ‘em. I’ve got some more here somewhere.”
>No way.
>Vinyl Scratch just gave you the coolest present ever.
>And it wasn’t even your birthday.
>From the one pone you’ve been crushing on.
“Oh, this is way cool. Thank you so much.”
>”Nah, don’t worry about it, man. If you’re gonna help me out, you’ll need a pair.”
>”Besides, they look pretty good on you.”
>Saying that, she slaps your ass with her tail.
>Again with the tail. Is it something they put in the water, or…
>Your train of thought is interrupted as the DJ reminds you of your prior engagement.
>”Yo, don’t you have to go help Yellow or something?”
“Oh man, I almost forgot.”
>”Well, don’t just stand there, get over to here.”
“Thanks so much for these.”
>”Like I said, don’t worry about it. Now go!”
>At that, you take off running for your house.
>On your way back, you stop at the boutique to check on your clothes.
>She hands you a large box, filled with clothes.
“What is all this?”
>”Your new clothes, of course. I took the liberty of making just a few extra outfits for you. Just in case.”
>You start to ask “In case of what” before your remember who you’re dealing with.
>Stop talking and be grateful.
“Thanks a ton. This helps out so much.”
>”I know dear. And remember. This doesn’t cost you a single bit.”
>You make up your mind to repay her in one way or another.
>Running back to your home, you yell hi as you pass the library, prompting strange looks from bystanders.
>You make it back to your house, only slightly out of breath.
>”a-anon, is that you?”
>You can barely hear the flying pony over the… Well, shit. It’s silent in your house. She’s just quiet.
“Hey, Fluttershy. Yeah, it’s me. You ready to get started?”
>”yes. i even brought my books and everything.”
“So, what do you want to work on first?”
>”u-um, can we maybe work on some math?”
“I don’t see why not. What are you having trouble with?”
>She points to a spot in the book, and for the next hour or so you teach her how to solve various equations and functions.
“You think you’ve got it now?”
>”i think so. let me give it a shot.”
>She goes on to solve the problem, and you turn to the back of your book to check her answer.
“That’s right. Good job, you’re really getting the hang of this. What next?”
>You two work on reading, writing, science to a limited extent, and nutritional health.
>By the time you both finish, it’s dark out.
“Oh wow. Look at the time. It’s quarter to eleven, you should probably head home.”
>”oh my. angel must be worried sick. see you at school next week.”
>Damn, you love spring break.
“You want me to walk you home?”
>”that’d be wonderful, nonny.”
>Wait.
>Nonny?
>Aw shit… Not her too.
>”If’n yer goin, ‘non, Ah’m goin too. No sense in riskin anything tonight.”
>Jesus H, you forgot she was even here.
“AJ, where have you been? You scared me.”
>”Ah was up takin a nap in yer bed. Hope ya don’t mind. Gotta be vigilant ta watch over ya tonight”
>You know you’re going to be picking long orange hairs out of your sheets for a long time.
“Thanks for volunteering to stay over, Applejack. I feel much safer.”
>”Think nothing of it, pard. What’re friends for?”
“Well, let’s get going before it gets any later.”
>With that, the three of you start walking.
>The walk goes on in relative silence, the three of you listening to the sounds of the night.
When you get up to the her front door, she suddenly yells
>”AJ, WHAT’S THAT?”
>Startling the both of you at just how loud she can be.
>”Where?”
>Applejack does a 180, scanning the area for the threat as Fluttershy flies over to you, leaving you with another kiss.
>Crafty yellow.
>Apples turns around to just in time to see you blush.
>”What the hay was that all about?”
>But by then it’s just the two of you
>”What’s got you all hot under th’ collar?”
“Absolutely nothing. Let’s go home.”
>”Alrighty then, if y’all say so.”
>About halfway home, Applejack speaks up.
>”Hey, Anon? Can I ask ya something?”
“Sure, what’s up?”
>”Well, Ah… Ah’m not too sure how ta say this.”
“What is it? You can tell me.”
>”See, that’s just th’ thing.”
“C’mon, AJ. You can do it.”
>”Ah know, Ah know. Aw, shucks. Anon, Ah think Ah like ya.”
“I like you too, Applejack. You’re one of my closest friends.”
>”That’s not quite what Ah meant.”
 “Then what do you—Oh.”
>”Yeah…”
>You lift her up, bringing her in to your chest for a hug
>”What’re you—“
>You put a finger up to her lips, shushing her and just hold her for a minute before setting her back down.
>”Wha… What was that fer, Nonny?”
>Fuck, that name’s everywhere.
>You sit down and tell her about what’s happened between you and the other girls, even bringing out the letter.
>”Well, ya know… Ah think Ah might have an idea. What’re y’all doin’ Sunday?”
”Working a concert for Vinyl, why?”
>”Perfect.”
>Jimmies status: Rustled.
“Uhhh… What do you mean by that?”
>”You’ll see, Anon. You’ll see.”
>When the hell did she get so cryptic?
>You’re back at your house now, and strangely tired.
“Hey, I’m off to bed. Where are you going to stay?”
>”Ah’ll be fine, don’t you worry none about me.”
>She just keeps getting more suspicious.
>As you head upstairs, you hear hooves clop up there after you.
>She stands guard at the bathroom door while you do your nightly routine.
>She looks so serious you can’t help but giggle a bit.
>”Y’all right there, ‘non?”
“Yeah, you just look so intent, it’s kinda funny.
>”Well, Ah take ma job seriously. Ah gotta keep you safe.”
“Thanks, AJ. It means a lot.”
>”No problem, Nonny. Y’all are ma good friend, Ah couldn’t sleep at night knowin something happened ta y’all.”
“Well, I’m going to bed. See you in the morning.”
>You crawl under the blankets, not noticing the second body hopping onto your bed until she’s firmly seated on your chest.
>She’s surprisingly light, not hampering your breathing at all.
>You open your mouth to complain, but then think better of it. She’s nice and warm. You don’t mind so much.
>You wrap your arms around her and feel her nestle a little bit closer to you as you drift off to sleep.

>Be Applejack.
>Anon has just settled into bed when you jump up on him, guarding him from whatever evil may be lurking.
>Or, at least, that’s what you were telling yourself.
>Right up until he put his arms around you.
>It was an almost automatic reaction, curling up and moving just a little bit closer.
>It suddenly felt like the roles were reversed.
>You felt so safe in his arms, so right.
>You know you’re supposed to be on lookout, but you didn’t sleep much earlier.
>A quick nap won’t hurt…

>Be Anon again.
>It’s morning, and as you try to roll out of bed, there a strange noise coming from your chest.
>All you can do is hold the little orange pony close

>”Hey, what’s goin on? And what smells so good? And why th’ hay am Ah up in th’ air?”
>You’re holding her curled up in your arm while cooking hash browns and pancakes.
>Not as easy as it sounds.
“Morning, sleeping beauty. Guard duty must have been rough, huh?”
>”Sleepin what? OH. Well, Ah uh, um, Ah mean, --“
>You shush her again, setting her down and handing her a plate with some breakfast.
“Well, I’m not dead or being violated so I guess you did your job.”
>She’s too busy wolfing down her food to respond
”Better hurry up and finish, I’ve got to get to work soon.”
>”Y’all can be a little late. ‘Specially since yer feedin yer boss.”
>You both finish up breakfast and get ready to leave when you have a devilish idea.
>”Alright, ‘non. We gotta get a move o—OH CELESTIA WHAT TH’ HAY?!”
>You throw her over your shoulder and jog to Sweet Apple Acres
>As you put her down, you’re treated to the most fear-inducing death glare you’ve ever seen.
>”Ah’m gonna get ya back fer this, Ah hope yer prepared.”
>Just what is it with this mare and being able to absolutely terrify you?
>”Now, let’s get ta work.”
>The both of you work around the farm, checking the cellars, moving barrels and baskets around.
>The kind of manual labor that you’d gotten used to here in Equestria.
>You both work until sundown before Granny Smith and Big Mac call you in for dinner.
>This was your favorite part of working here. They treat you like one of the family.
>After a delicious meal, AJ offers too walk you home, but you decline, saying she’d probably fall asleep again.
>You’ve got a big day tomorrow, and you’re kinda nervous.
>Fuck it. You’re going over tonight.
>You walk over to Vinyl’s house, the music still pounding through the door.
>You’re thankful you brought the goggles, because this looks awesome.
>”Whoa, what’s up, Nonny? You just couldn’t get enough of me, huh?”
“Actually, couldn’t sleep. Kinda nervous about this weekend, you know?”
>”No biggie. You waiting for an invitations or something? C’mon in.”
>”So, here’s the deal. I only have one bed. And, as you can see, the couch is occupied by the WubStation 9001.”
“It’s all good, I can chill on the floor.”
>And with the most serious face you’ve seen on the rave mare
>”No.”
“Well, it’s your house, I’m not going to let –you- sleep on the floor.”
>A mischievous grin played across her face.
>”Looks like we’re sharing, then.”
>Just what have you gotten yourself into?
>But is it really all that bad? Sharing a bed with your pony crush?
>Nah, fuck that. You’ve been secretly hoping she’d invite you over for a night or two.
>Looks like you just needed to take the first step.
>But what was that look from her earlier?
>It was almost like she knew you were coming.
>”Yo, you coming? Lemme give you the grand tour.”
>She pops up behind you, startling you.
>Goddamn ninja pones.
>Looks like you’re gonna need new underwear.
>You follow her around as she shows you the house.
>”So. Check it. Here’s the bedroom. Bathroom’s over there, shower in there. Kitchen back that way, but you already know.”
>Not a big house. Most of the space is the living room, filled with music equipment.
>The bedroom is relatively simple, with just a laptop, a notepad, and some headphones.
>And a huge bed.
>You look at your watch. Holy anal, Batman. It’s three in the morning already.
>”Well, I’m ready to crash. I dunno about you, but for me, the less clothing, easier it is to sleep.”
>Did she just wink at you?
“Wha…?”
>”Strip, dude. I’m not going to have your itchy clothes all up in my bed. Buck that noise.”
“Uh, you know, I don’t think…”
>”Exactly. Don’t think.”
>You see her horn glow, then the next thing you know, you’re naked.
>Instinctively your hands cover your dick and ass.
>Stupid magic.
>”C’mon, dude. Lighten up. I don’t bite. Unless you ask me to.”
>Execute Boner.exe
>”Man, you’re no fun.”
>She levitates you over to the bed, and lifts the covers, sliding you in.
>”Now, get over here.”
>She snuggles up to you, and you roll over, in hopes of hiding her effect on your body.
>”Dude. I’m cold. Roll over. What’s got you so nervous? It’s just me.”
>Grudgingly you turn to face her, afraid of finding out just what her magic is capable of.
>”Ah. Makes sense. I thought you liked me. Now I know.”
>Stupid dick.
>Oh well. Big spoon is best spoon.
>You’re gonna go for it.
>DO IT.
>You put your arms around her and brace for a “What the buck are you doing?!”
>But instead she comes in closer
>SCOOOOOORE
>Best. Night. Ever.
>It’s morning, and you swear the bed wasn’t this soft last night. It feels like you’re sleeping on air.
>You open an eye to look around and HOLY FUCK YOU’RE IN THE AIR
>You start flailing about, expecting to fall to the ground, but you hear laughing from the other side of the room.
>Magic. Of course.
“Man, what the hell?”
>”Dude, you shoulda seen the look on your face. Oh Celestia, that was awesome.”
“What was that for?”
>”I tried to get up, but you wouldn’t let me go, so I figured I owed you. And now we’re even.”
>She bursts into another laughing fit.
“So, you gonna put me down, or…?”
>She levitates you over to her, bringing you to her eye level.
>And kisses you.
>Square on the lips. And not just a quick peck, either.
>”You aren’t the only one that likes somepony.”
>Oh damn. It’s finally happening.
>You’d secretly hoped the two of you would be a thing.
>So how come it doesn’t feel right?
>Maybe it’ll come to you as the day goes by.
“Hey, shouldn’t you get started teaching me how to do shit for the concert?”
>”Yeah, c’mon. We gotta get started if you’re gonna be ready by Sunday.”
>”But first, go home and get some clothes. You’re staying here until we’re done.”
>wat
>The shit you get yourself into sometimes.
>The two of you eat some breakfast before she takes you to the lighting setup to show you what does what.
>”So. You see this here? This works the lights. Basically, start hitting buttons on this board to the beat, and you’ll be fine.”
>She points to a big red button under a case.
>”If shit hits the fan for whatever reason and you need to stop the concert, smash this, and it’ll tell security.”
>”It’ll also turn on the floodlights and stop the show, so only use it if you have to.”
>You both walk over to the next set of equipment.
>”Since you’re my only assistant, I’m gonna show you how to do most of the stuff I do by myself.”
>She puts your goggles on you before moving your hand over a button.
>”This is the speaker test. There’s actually a few tests here, but they’re all easy. Push that button and tell me what you see.”
>You push the button, and it looks like the speakers cum rainbows throughout the room.
“I see everything.”
>”Dumbass. I mean, are there any dark spots from the speakers?”
“Nope. Everything seems to be working there.”
>”Alright. Next test. This is the echo test. This focuses on four speakers in specific.”
>She moves your hand again, and you push the next button.
>The front speakers explode with color, then the back, but there’s no overlap.
>”Were any of the colors touching?”
“No.”
>”Sweet.”
>Be Vinyl.
>Your favorite hyoo-mayn has just come over, and you invited him to stay the night.
>The buck is wrong with you? It’s that hot monkey dick, isn’t it?
>Or maybe there’s something deeper…
>Sweet baby Cadence, you aren’t actually developing FEELINGS for him, are you?
>Man, you’ve fallen for him, and fallen for him hard.
>Heh, hard.
>Dirty mare.
>While you’re busy undressing him with your mind, he just offered to sleep on the floor.
>Buck that noise.
>You two are sharing a bed, and that’s final.
>Hay, you may even be able to get his clothes off if you play your cards right.
>No. You’re getting him naked regardless. Awww yeah.
>You’re giving him the tour of the house. Not much, but it’s a start.
“So. Check it. Here’s the bedroom. Bathroom’s over there, shower in there. Kitchen back that way, but you already know.”
>Time to make your move.
“Well, I’m ready to crash. I dunno about you, but for me, the less clothing, easier it is to sleep.”
>You wink at him, hoping he sees it.
>You think “He’s hesitating. We can’t have that, now can we?”
>With a flash from your horn, he’s naked.
>Well, more like his clothing is no longer matter, but same difference, y’know?
>He moves his hands to cover the one thing you’ve been dying to see.
”C’mon, dude. Lighten up. I don’t bite. Unless you ask me to.”
>With that, you see his hands move away from his body, but it doesn’t look like he wants them to.
>You don’t have to be an alicorn to know what’s going on here. You magic him over to the bed, and tuck him in.
>Only to have him refute your hospitality and roll over. Nuh uh. Not having any of these shenanigans.
>You give him shit about it, and he flips back over.
>Only to have his reason for hiding jab you in the back.
>Man, that thing is hard as a diamond at this point.
>There’s no way this night can get better.
>He drapes his arms over you, hugging you.
>You nuzzle in even closer, silently fangirling to yourself.

>Be Anon again.
>And be naked.
>You think of it like some kind of spy movie.
>Don’t get seen, or else you die.
>Well, that’s a bit excessive, but the same general idea.
>You’re hiding behind trees, in bushes, doing ninja rolls and shit.
>”Hey, Anon! What are you doing running around like that? Is it some kind of game? I like games. Oooh! I played a game this one time and—“
>GAME OVER
>At least it was Pinkie that found you. You’re sure she wouldn’t be suspicious of why you’re naked.
“Uhhhh… Yeah, Pinkie. It’s a game. You wanna help me win?”
>”Sure! How do I help?”
“I need you to get me to my house without –anyone- noticing me. Think you can do that?”
>”Okie dokie loki.”
>She grabs you, curling into a ball not unlike an armadillo, and rolls you back to your house.
>”Yaaaaaaaaaaay, we win!”
>You’re so dizzy, you don’t know your ass from hers.
>Not that hers is a bad one.
>GODDAMMIT, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?! That’s your friend you’re ogling, man. Get it together.
“Not quite, Pinkie. We still have to make it IN the house.”
>”Oh yeah… Well, here we go again!”
>Wait wh OH JESUS MORE ROLLING
>Ninja Pinkie is best Pinkie
>Well, maybe not best for your sense of balance, but still.
>You both tumblr into the house, dizzy as fuck, and still naked.
>She has yet to bring that up, by the way.
>”Hey, Anon. What’s that?” she says, pointing a hoof at your crotch.
>”And why is it growing? Is it a balloon? I like balloons. Here, let me help.”
>Shit, this is going bad fast.
>She wraps her lips around your dick, the warm wetness enveloping your slowly stiffening cock.
>Ah, why the fuck not? It feels pretty good.
“Pinkie, this is a different kind of balloon. You have to suck instead of blow.”
>Well, you know…
>Dirty human.
“It’s also kind of like an éclair. In that, if you suck well, there’s a cream filling in it.”
>”Oh, I love éclairs! They’re so gooey and delicious and…”
>You stop listening; the vibration from her speaking is working wonders on you.
>After probably ten minutes of her ranting on about Luna knows what, you work your hands into her mane.
>”Is this a massage? I’ve never had a massage from hands. What’s it like?”
>Again you stop listening, opting to instead begin a slow back and forth movement with her head.
>She catches on, moving on her own.
>Her earlier ministrations were getting the better of you, as you feel the oh-so-familiar pressure building in your loins.
>You can deal with that, though. You just have her slow down a bit.
>What you can’t deal with, however is the sensation created as your dick slips into her throat and she starts to swallow.
>That pushes you over the edge.
“Pinkie, it’s time for your crème filling!”
>You hilt yourself in her mouth, pouring your life giving seed straight down her throat.
>Not. A. Single. Gag.
>The mare doesn’t even wince.
>As she slides you out of her mouth, she turns to you.
>”You really made a Pinkie Pie, Nonny.”
>That snaps you out of the haze you were in.
>Did you just
>Did she and you
>She licks a few stray drops from her lips.
>Holy shit, you did.
>She giggles, before kissing you on the lips and whispering “I win,” as she skips out the door.
>Welp. That was a thing that happened.
>Moving on.
>You go and put on some clothes before gathering up a spare set for today
>Some for tomorrow and the next day, and your best set for the concert Sunday.
>You head back over to Vinyl’s house, steering clear of Sugarcube Corner.
>With the biggest grin on your face, you open the door.
>”Whoa. Dude. D’you get laid or something? You’re all… Happy and stuff.”
>Instead of saying anything, you pull her in to a big hug, lifting her up and giving her a kiss.
>”You totally got some sweet marepussy, huh?”
>Never being one to kiss and tell, you simply shake your head no.
>”Then I have no idea what’s wrong with you. Put me down now?”
>You put her up on your shoulder like a parrot. Albeit a very horse-like parrot.
>”Man, what the hay am I going to do with you?”
“Have we covered everything you want to teach me?”
>”Yeah. Consider yourself employed as my Effects Boss.”
“Awesome. Can I meet with the security team?”
>”I don’t see why not. Sure. Let’s go.”
>You both go round up Snowflake, Iron Will and a few other ponies, and you tell Vinyl that you want a second alone to talk to these guys.
>She looks a little suspicious of you, but grants your wish anyway.
>You have the best plan, and you’re going to need their help.
>You bring the ten ponies in to a close huddle and tell them exactly what you want to do, eliciting wild agreement for the boldness of it all.
>After your little meeting with the security force, you make your way back.
>Damn, you’ve done a lot of walking today.
>You walk in just as a song is ending, catching only “…when angels deserve to die.”
>Weird song.
>”Yo, dude, you’re back. How’d it go, you satisfied with my protection force?”
“Yeah, I was just going over some tactical stuff from back on Earth.”
>”Like what?”
“Can’t tell you. Top secret. I’d die if you found out.”
>”of embarrassment” you mumble under your breath
>”What was that? You’re mumbling under your breath.”
“Huh? Nothing. I said nothing at all.”
>”Are you forgetting I know where you sleep? I could buck you up big time, man.”
“Oh, but you wouldn’t do that to me. You like me too much.”
>Big blush out of her. Gotta remember that one for later.
>S-shut up. Asshole.”
“Yo, you wanna fly? Come over here.”
>”Are you slow or something? No wings.”
“I know. Now get over here.”
>She walks over to you as you lay down on the floor.
>”Now, what the hay are you talking about?”
>You lift her up and stand up, holding the little pony in the air while you run around.
>You look up at her to catch her with her legs out and a smile on her face.
>Not a care in the world.
>Not unlike a certain rainbow-maned pony that you know.
>All of this started with her.
>All of this confusion and bad luck. If it wasn’t for her, you wouldn’t have to deal with any of that.
>But, without her you also wouldn’t have the opportunities that you have now.
>You wouldn’t know what it feels like to be loved by somepony.
>You certainly wouldn’t know what it feels like to be loved by several somponies.
>And that’s a feeling you don’t ever want to go without.
>”Yo, why’d you stop?”
“Sorry, I was lost in thought. Speaking of, are there any more tickets for your concert available?”
>”No. How many do you need?”
“I need eight, but I don’t know how it matters if there’s none left.
>”Will backstage passes work?”
>”I will love you forever.”
>”Nonny, Ah’m speechless.”
>”I love concerts! They’re just like a big party!”
>”This will give me a chance to study behavior in large crowds.”
>”Oh my. Why, Anon, I’m positively shocked. Of course I will.”
>”Of course I’ll go, Anon. I wouldn’t want to miss out on spending time with my loyal subjects.”
>”Yes. We will go to this gathering. We wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
>You’re out delivering passes to the girls that you’re bringing with you.
>The first seven were easy enough. But this last one will be tricky.
>”Oh… Uhm, you know, I don’t think I should go. I really ought to stay here and keep an eye on Angel.”
“C’mon, Fluttershy. Please?”
>”I don’t know… this isn’t the kind of thing I normally do…”
“Please? For me?”
>”Okay… I’ll go…”
>Achievement Unlocked: Acquire Harem
>It’s late Friday evening now, you spent the rest of yesterday procuring passes for the girls, and the majority of today delivering them.
>You’re ready to go back to Vinyl’s place and take a nap.
>She has other plans.
>”Is this seriously what you’re going to wear? Buck that noise. C’mon, we’re taking a trip.”
>You’re back for exactly 23 seconds before she’s shoving you out the door to Rarity’s.
>”Hey, Rare. I need a custom shirt to fit him. And it needs to say “STAFF” on the back.
>”Oh, Anon. Is this how you…?”
“Not important right now. She’s angry, and it’s kinda scary.”
>”Oh, you know you love it.”
>Hearing that, you see Rarity’s smile fade just a bit.
>”Ah. Yes. I’ll get right on it.”
“I promise I’ll make it up to you, Rarity.”
>”Oh, no, Anon. It’s quite alright. It—“
“No. I’m going to make it up to you, and that’s that.”
>Taken aback by the sudden display of your inner alpha, she simply nods her head yes.
>You turn to Vinyl, focusing your gaze directly into her eyes.
“Hey. Calm down. What the hell’s gotten into you?”
>She mumbles something under her breath that sounds suspiciously like “not you”
“What was that?”
>“Nothing, Nonny. Just nervous about the gig is all.”
“Well, there’s no need to be. Nothing’s going to go wrong. Besides. Who’s going to fuck with an alien?”
>Another mumble, this one sounding something like “apparently not me.”
“I don’t mean to sound too harsh, but can we go now? I have something for you.”
>”Yeah, I guess. Later Rarity.”
“Ahem. Don’t you have something to say to her?”
>”What? No, I already said goodbye.”
>You nudge her side.
>”Oh yeah. Sorry for springing this on you on such short notice.”
“And?”
>”And I’m sorry for being rude. There. Can we go?”
“I dunno. Rarity, do you accept her apology?”
>She blushes before nodding again.
“Okay. Now we can go.”
>The two of you walk out, only to get smacked by the mare next to you.
>”Dude. What the hay was that all about?”
“I need all you girls on good terms if I’m going to be able to make this concert work. Now, let’s go home.”
>Fuck, that hurt. For a little pony, she can sure fight with the best of them.
>You hear something dripping onto your shoe. You hope she isn’t crying.
>”Oh buck. Anon, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you that hard. I swear I didn’t know.”
“What are you talking about?”
>She magicks her goggles in front of your face, acting as a sort of mirror.
>Sweet babies without nipples, she split your fucking cheek open!
“Well, shit. That’s going to leave a scar.”
>You thought you’d at least make it through the week without another one.
“Can you use your magic to at least make it stop bleeding?”
>”Probably should have done that already, huh?”
“Probably.”
>Your face feels warm, like someone was breathing on it.
>You raise a hand to that cheek. Doesn’t hurt, and no blood as you pull the same hand away.
>”Dude, I’m so sorry.”
“Calm your teats. It’s fine. I’m not in pain, and I’m only a little bit mad.”
>”Well, what can I do to make it up to you?”
“I’ve got an idea, but let’s get home first.”
>The two of you walk in silence before arriving to the fortress of sounditude.
“Now, you really want to make it up to me?”
>”Of course I do. I feel bad about hurting my friend.”
>She says the last word with a certain bitterness, like it wasn’t what she wanted.
“Then, I need your help with making something.”
>That caught her off guard.
>”Making something? What do you want?”
“You know that big red ‘don’t-push-me-unless-shit-is-going-down’ button on the light board?”
“I want a portable version that does the same thing.”
>”Why do you even…?”
“No questions, just tell me how to do it.”
>The two of you finish out the day working on that.
>Crawling into bed, the two of you wind up together again, and you put your arms around her.
“Pssst. You still awake?”
>”Barely. What the hay do you want? It’s late.”
“Roll over real quick. Remember when I said I had something for you?”
>She rolls over and you shift to on top of her.
>And you kiss her. And pin her with one hand, using the other to toy with her horn.
>Breaking the kiss, she looks up at you with half-lidded eyes.
>”A-Anon, what are you oooooooh, that feels good.”
“Want me to stop?”
>”Buck no. But if you keep going, I’m not going to be responsible for what happens next.”
>You’re saving the real surprise for Sunday night, But that doesn’t mean you can’t show her a good time.
“That’s fine with me. Besides, it seems to me that I’ve got the upper hand.”
>To emphasize this, you squeeze her horn, causing a moan to escape from her.
>”Alright, alright. You win.”
>You start stroking her horn like it was a dick, up and down at first.
>A steady pace and not too much of a grip.
>As you start to pick up speed, you lick the tip.
>She moans and you see her body tense up.
>Oh no. She’s not getting off that easy.
>Heh, getting off.
>Dirty human.
>You slow back down, and she just looks at you, her eyes begging for you to give her release.
“I don’t think so. Not just yet.”
>She whimpers, and it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever heard.
>You tease her, speeding up and backing off. Licking the tip every so often.
>Keeping this up for another few minutes, you decide to finally let her finish.
>You’re going to finish her in the best way possible.
>Sliding her horn as far in your mouth as you can, you give her a hornjob.
>That pushes her over the edge.
>You feel her tense up under you, groaning and twitching as a warm substance fills your mouth.
>As some trickles out, you noticed it’s rainbow colored.
>She just came in your mouth.
>Fuck.
>After you clean yourself up, and try to get the feeling of her on your mouth like that out of your head, you go to check on her.
>Out cold.
>You get back into bed and hold her close, sleeping the night away.
>She wakes up early and you pretend not to notice your heater walking away.
>You hear food being prepared, and it smells heavenly.
>You try to tiptoe your way into the kitchen but are caught.
>”Go back to bed. It’s not time yet.”
>With that cryptic message, you go back to bed.
>Too damn early to try and decipher marespeak.
>After what feels like hours, the door opens.
>”Keep your eyes closed.”
>You do as she says, not wanting to incur her wrath.
>Who knows what a bass cannon would do to the human body?
>Not gonna risk it.
>She sets a tray on your lap.
>”Alright, open them.”
>She says as she snuggles back in next to you.
>Before you is the most delicious looking breakfast you’ve ever had the pleasure of being served in bed.
>Hashbrowns, hay fries, and all manner of different waffles are to be found.
“What- what is this all about?”
>”Dude, you put up with my shit, and you’re helping me with the biggest show in history. You’ve earned it.”
>Damn, it’s good to be Anon.
>You eat your lovingly prepared breakfast, and take a shower before putting on some fresh clothes.
>You spend the day calming Vinyl, stroking her mane and telling her it’s going to work out just fine.
>She’s curled up in your lap, and that’s pretty much how you spend the day.
>And the night. She’s too nervous to sleep.
>Well, whatever. You can sleep tomorrow.
>As you’re passed out on the couch you don’t notice your shirt being lifted off, or the new uniform being put on.
>Or the blanket draped over you when you started to shiver.
>You’re gently woken up at five in the evening to start getting stuff ready.
>Thankfully the whole thing is going down in the auditorium not too far from the house.
>You start moving equipment and getting stuff set up on stage.
>You go to the catwalk to rig the lights.
>You place the speakers where you’re told to.
>You go over the plan one last time with security, just to make sure there’s no confusion.
”Halfway through the last song,” you tell them, “I’m going to push the button. Don’t come to the stage.”
>You whisper the rest of the plan to a select few.
>She walks over, and you explain to her that everything’s going according to plan.
>It’s almost time.
>Ponies are starting to file in, taking their seats as you go over some last minute adjustments with the lights.
>You put on your goggles and do your sound test.
>Man, that shit never gets old.
>You look over at Vinyl.
>She’s lost in her music.
>She looks so calm, so at peace.
>Just like the first night you shared a bed with her.
>She just looked so happy.
>Like she didn’t have a care in the world.
>Tonight was the night.
>You go over and tap her on the shoulder.
“It’s show time. Go rock it.”
>And with that, you cue up the board, and the lights go out.
>The music comes in, and you start pressing buttons in time with it, putting on a dazzling show for the audience.
>Looking through it, you scan for a few ponies in specific.
>Sure as shit, they’re all there.
>Sitting together, even.
>That just makes things easier.
>The concert progresses on, getting more and more lively with every passing song.
>Finally, she announces that this will be her last song for the night.
>You shoot the guard teams the signal, and they seem to relax just a bit.
>The pounding bass hits you like a ton of bricks, and you remember just why you like this music.
>Because you can just get lost in it.
>The third drop, and there’s your cue.
>You hit the button, on stage behind the main attraction.
>”Yo, Anon. What the buck? I was getting into it.”
>For now, you pay her no attention, but grab the mic.
“I need the Elements of Harmony and both princesses to come to the stage, please.”
>The audience is shocked by what’s happening, and Vinyl’s none too happy that you ignored her.
>You turn to her and say two words.
“Trust me.”
>Her expression softens, and she stops complaining.
>By this time, the requested ponies are on stage.
>”Anon, What is the meaning of this? We were just beginning to enjoy the music.”
“Ms. Scratch, please go stand with the others.”
>She complies, but is still a bit confused.
>You turn to the nine ponies in front of you, and grab the mic once more.
“You girls are something special. You took me in when I needed shelter.”
“You treated me, a complete alien from another dimension, like family, and I can never hope to be able to repay that.”
“You nine ponies have shown me more care and love than I ever thought was possible, and I have but one question to ask you.”
>They all look at each other quizzically, no one really knowing what is happening.
“Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Princesses Luna and Celestia, and Vinyl Scratch.”
“Will the nine of you be my special someponies?”
>They look like they’re about to burst into tears.
>They all rush you with a unanimous “YES!”
>The crowd goes wild at this, applauding and whistling, and the security team gives you a stoic thumbs up.
“Well, then let’s finish this show, huh?”
>”Awwwww yeah.”
>Cue bass drop.

LATER THAT NIGHT

>All ten of you are in your house, celebrating your newfound relationship with the ponies that went out of their way for you.
>You pull Pinkie aside for a minute.
“Pinkie. I know it was you.”
>She freezes as she realizes what you’re talking about.
“And I forgive you.”
>Her eyes go wide before tearing up as she gives you a hug.
“And don’t worry. I’ll keep it a secret. On one condition.”
>She tenses up again.
“Teach Fluttershy some of that dom stuff.”

THE END