Anon In Equestria - Chapter 6 'Hot Coffee'

>Numbers
>Numbers, numbers, equations, numbers.
>It means nothing but dreams about numbers makes you feel smart when you’re just incredibly average.
>Now the numbers are on a big screen.
>Aw shit, you just cured every disease.
>The audience erupts in applause.
>A beautiful woman runs on stage, yelling you name.
>You embrace her, you feel like crying but you’re unsure why.
>Her touch brings pleasure.
>… Lots of pleasure!
>Oh… Oh my.
>N-no… Why is everything going black?
>You can feel it but… The rest isn’t real.
>You open your eyes.
>A slightly blurry vision of Applejack is directly in front of you. The candle was relit and a sliver of her face shows.
>You can hear Applejack breathing heavily, her body is bouncing up and down.
>Your legs are freezing but your loins are warm with a heavy, familiar feeling.
>The cogs finally begin to turn and sudden realization washes over you.
>You yell in protest and shove her off.
>She flies a few feet before landing on her back.
Applejack, what the FUCK?!
>You reach for you pants around your legs, trying to pull them up in a panic.
>”Aaaaaawwwwuh, Ah was so close.” She rolls on to her stomach.
>You don’t respond. You can’t get these pants buttoned, fuck, your hands are shaking too much.
>Fuck you too boner, you’re not helping.
>”Now hold on there, darlin’.” You pants are down again and you’re pushed to the floor.
>”Ah ain’ done with ya, yet.” She takes a springy, almost playful jump towards you.
>You put your arms up and try catching her before she can land.
>You fail miserably. Your arms crumple under her weight.
>She has your arms pinned, her face so close to yours.
>”Make this easy, fer both of us Anon.”
>She lifts her flank with the intent of mounting you again.
>But she lowers herself on to nothing. Your member has gone flaccid by now.
>Horse rape wasn’t your fetish yesterday and it sure isn’t your fetish today.
>”Gah dangit.” Her frustration is short lived. “’Spose I don’ min’ startin’ from the begennin’ again.”
>Her face gets even closer, “Make it romantic-like n-”
>WHAM! You cut her off with a monstrous headbutt.
>She lets go with her two front hooves to hold her head as she groans in pain.
>Your arms now free, you push her off, manage to quickly get your pants on, and sprint out of the barn into the rain.
>It’s still going hard but you left all of your shits to give back in the barn.
>They’re a casualty of war and they will be remembered.
>You hardly make it 10 steps out the barn before something stops your sprint and jerks you to the ground.
>A rope was wrapped around your chest and arms. You try to wiggle it loose as you’re dragged back inside the barn.
 >No luck. Now you’re wet, covered in mud, and your arms are immobilized.
>You’re pulled back into the barn and Applejack was NOT happy.
>”Fine! Ya wan’ it ta’ be like that?!” She lowers her maw to your pants and begins tugging at the button.
>You bring your knees up. You don’t know how they’re going to protect you but it’s the only thing you can think of.
>She jabs a hoof into your upper thigh. You can feel those muscles tighten, that’s one nasty Charley Horse. ‘Charley Horse’ would be a lot fucking funnier if you weren’t in this situation.
>She raises her hoof, threatening to hit you again. You… You stretch your legs back out.
>You feel like you’re giving up, you don’t want to but…
>Applejack hits hard.
>She’s back at your pants, she doesn’t care to undo the button anymore. She tugs as hard as she can and the button pops right off.
>Pants Status: Gone
>Boxer Brief Status: Comfy as fuck
>Revise.
>Gone.
>Applejack wastes no time once your limp member is revealed, she just plops right down on top of it.
>She looks at it for a minute, waiting for something to happen.
>And she grows angrier by the second.
>”Make it work…”
…
>”Make i-“
No!
>Crack! Hoof to the nose. Oh fuck! Oh fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Your nose, you think… Oh fuck! Is it broken?
>”Now!”
Fuck off!
>Smack! Backhoof to the cheek. Shit, Applejack had a heavy hoof.
>”Fine, ah’ll jus’ do it myself then.”
>She begins to slowly rub her marehood against you. You retch in disgust.
>”S-Shut up. I don’ wan’ ‘ta hear a peep outta you.”
>You can’t do a thing to stop her. She’s heavier than you, somehow, and you have no way of gaining leverage with your arms bound to your body.
>All you can do is bleed and beg.
Applejack. Please stop.
>For a moment, she does. She has a look of self-hatred, you sort of hate her too right now.
>Then she starts up again, moving much more aggressively.
>The only thing you can do to protest is to not get an erection. You may be doing that phenomenally but, you know it won’t be long until she runs out of patience.
>She brings a hoof to her marehood to try to pleasure herself while rubbing against you. She grunts in frustration
>She stops a moment later and starts crying, finally giving up.
>She buries her face in her hooves.
>”Anon… Anon please. Jus’ let me have this.”
>How do you even respond to that?! No? If only it were that easy.
>So you opt to shoot her a glare.
>She slumps forward onto your chest, keeping her eyes covered.
>”Why am Ah doin’ this?” Her voice was getting raspy. “A-Ah was behavin’ myself n’… Ah don’ know what came over me.”
>You once again give her no answer.
>”Ah jus’ lost control an’ I don’ know what happened…” She moves her hooves away from her face, looking at yours.
>Applejack finally realizes the gravity of the situation. Her eyes dart from your nose to your cheek.
>Applejack has assaulted you with sexual intent.
>”Oh no no no no no no no no.” You wince as she places her hooves on your face. “We can fix this, Anon. A-A-Ah can fix this.”
>She doesn’t fix this. She only rubs your cheek, trying to make it go away or something.
>The cheek is tender but once she lays a hoof on your nose you really being to protest.
Fuck, Applejack, stop that. That shit hurts.
>She’s getting aggressive again.
>”Stay still fer a sec, will ya?”
APPLEJACK STOP!
>She jumps up and starts shushing you. “Ya don’ want my family to hear, do ya?”
Maybe I do!
>”No, ya don’. Big Mac would kill ya if he found out what happened here.”
Me?!
>”Yeah you. Ah ain’ gonna lie to ‘em about what happened here but they’re not gonna want ta believe it.”
>Questionable logic but she knows them better than you.
>Applejack brings her teeth to the knot of the rope. After some tugging and pulling, you’re free.
>Your pants are up again in a flash. They’re wet but it’s better than being butt-ass naked.
>The pants manage to be tight enough to stay around your waist without the button but just barely.
>”Now git goin’. We’re gonna have us a long talk in the mornin’.”
>Wow. Somehow she made it sound like you were in trouble.
>”Isn’ that right?”
>Uh, no.
No.
>Actually saying what’s on your mind? This is new.
>”Don’ give me that. This is yer fault too, and ya need to take responsibility for yer actions.”
>Wow, what?! Okay, now you’re really fucking mad.
My fault?! Are you fucking kidding me?
>She shushes you again but you ignore it.
I did nothing but fight back during BOTH rape attempts, this is NOT my fault!
>”Horseapples! You n’ Ah both know there’s somethin’ wrong with ya! It’s gotta be some freaky… alien pheromone or somethin’.”
>Bullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshitbullshit.
>You’re back on your feet now.
Then why are you the only one affected by it? Why doesn’t anypony else have this insatiable lust for my monkey-dick?
>”Monkey…? Nevermind, jus’ git.”
>Fucking
>Gladly
>You over-dramatically (you’re mad, you can do that.) exit the barn and make your way to your house.
>The lightning has passed but it’s still raining.
>The thundering in the distance compliments the metric ton of mad you possess.
>Where the fuck does she get off saying it’s YOUR FAULT?! You didn’t instigate SHIT!
>Why did you even agree to that dinner? You knew something was going to happen, you’re not stupid.
>You just believe in second chances. And you’re starting to lose faith.
>Fuck.
>Applejack, the first half of the night was so perfect. Why did she have to do that?
>Your anger and malice changes to disappointment and depression on a dime.
>Whatever, you’re almost home.
>… No you’re not, home is in some alternate fucking dimension or something.
>This place was horrible; prejudice, lies, and uncontrollable lust were hidden behind such adorable faces.
>People wore their shit on the outside on Earth.
>Your mind voids itself of thought after that.
>House. Porch. Keys. Lo-Squish.
>UUUUGGGHHH, that was probably dog shit.
>You inspect your shoe to find a smashed… cupcake?
>You look down to find another cupcake on the porch.
>Awww. AWWWWWW.
>Pinkie Pie came back and left you another present. This one was both soaked and smashed but it was the thought that really counted.
>Even when she’s homeless she manages to warm your heart and put a smile on your face.
>The thought… really, really counted.
Pinkie Pie?
>You knew there would be no answer but you had to try.
>You could really use her, right now.