Anon/Pony /fit/ One-Shots by HeliAnon

A collection of short stories form HeliAnon in the Ponies Aroused by Anon's Physique

>You hated working out or any form of physical activity.
>Back in the day-
>Ok, so it was only a year or two ago, you enjoyed sitting on the couch and wasting the day away doing nothing more than watching random shit on the tele.
>However, being a card carrying resident of horseland, that life or pastime was no longer an option.
>Not if you wanted to eat.
>Or have a roof over your head.
>Being the somewhat responsible adult meant paying rent, otherwise you'd end up on the street, or worse-
>Like moving back in with Twilight.
>And there was no way in hell you were moving back into Spergle’s castle of odd fetishes.
>That mare had issues.
>And not because she had a weird fascination with strapping you down to a table and seeing what made you tick.
>It was the poor attempts at coming onto you when you couldn't move.
>Those attempts at getting in your pants were bad, like grade school bad.
>”Anon! Will you stop lollygaggin’ and get these bushels in the barn.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
>Applejack, the element of honesty, was a slave driver of a boss.
>But she gave you a job, so you took the good with the bad.>You had to admit, it was a little uncanny how she always found you whenever you slacked off.
>It’s almost as if she had a radar to tell her the moment you even thought about slowing down.
>"Get a move on, Mac's got another cart coming!"
>Wiping your brow, you picked up the bucket and began your trek to the barn.

>Watching Anon walk away you couldn’t help but bite your lip.
>He may be a human, but he sure had some nice foal siring hips.
>”SON OF A BITCH!!!”
>He dropped the bucket-
>And was bending over to pick up all the apples that spilled out.
>UNF!


“I don’t think this is really what I ordered.”
>”Nonsense darling, now change, I MUST see how it looks on you.”
>Damn you Rarity.
>The one day off this week that you were so generously granted by Appul, was being spent arguing with this clothing obsessed mare.
“But crotchless jeans? I can see at least three bad things happening to me by wearing these at work, and only one of those end with not having a bruised sack.”
>”These are the latest style, straight from Canterlots Fashion Show, most stallions go crazy over them. Now, no more talkie, more changie.”
>Grumbling, you nonetheless stepped into the small changing room.

>That poor stallion.
>Unknowing of the ways of the world.
>I mean what stallion doesn’t know about the latest fashions?
>”Rara, these are a little tight.”
>Anon’s voice carried over the small partition that hid him from view.
“Don’t fret over it darling, I can always alter them after.”
>You probably should make sure he was putting them on correctly.
>But being the gentlemare that you are, and Anon being such a naïve stallion, some could see that as taking advantage of the situation.
>Shuffling your hooves you waited patiently for the human stallion.
>And waited.
>…
>Surely it shouldn’t take this long.
>Taking a cautious step towards the changing room yo kept telling yourself “I’m not going to peek” repeatedly.
“Anon dear, are you alrigh-“
>”FUCK NUGGETS IN A SANDWICH!”
>In an instant you were on the ground with Anon on top of you.
>Feeling your head hit the ground you were instantly disoriented.
>Eyes finally focusing after having the large human land on you, you realized which part of him landed where.
>Most importantly which part of him landed right against your muzzle.
>This was… this was his…
>Oh my


“Go to town and get grannies medicine she says, we’ll handle the work, so you just go grab it and come back she says.”
>Any sane man would have raised an eyebrow at the displeasure of getting out of work to run an easy errand.
>But they might not have been privy to the information of just how far away from town Sweet Apple Acres actually was.
>It was pretty fucking far.
>Thankfully, due to your irrational internal bitching, time seemed to go by a little faster, hell you could almost see the town.
>And a white bunny hopping frantically towards you on the dirt path.
>…
“Wait is that- Angel bunny? What shit are you doing out here?”
>Angel looked like he was hopping for his life.
>Was he being chased by something?
>There weren’t any reports of any dangerous animals in the area recently.
>Squinting your eyes you tried to look behind him for whatever abomination was chasing hi-
>Flutters
>The yellow pegasi was hot on his trail.
>As soon as Angel was within a few feet he took a mighty leap and clung onto you like his life depended on it.
“What’s she done now?”
>You and the white bunny got along pretty well.
>He was a little hesitant about you during your first meeting, but a few head scratches and the two of you were the best of buddies.
>But now-
>His eyes held fear unlike you’ve ever seen before.
>”Angel bunny, please come back.”
>Hearing her voice, Angel climbed onto your back, his head peeking over your shoulder.
>”Oh hello Anonymous.”
“Hey there, so what happened this time?”
>Fluttershy, all shy and flutterish, looked sheepish as her cheeks began to glow.
>”It’s time for Angels bath, but he’s being stubborn.”
“R-right.”
>You should have expected it to be something like this.
>Turning your head you looked the bunny right in the eyes.
“Don’t tell me something like a bath is what scares you? Didn’t you beat the shit out of a snake when he looked at you funny?”
>He flipped you off… maybe teaching him that wasn’t the best idea.
>To add insult to injury he quickly climbed up and inside the back of your shirt.
“Angel get out- hahaha- stop it! Hahaa- I’m ticklish you little shit!”
>The bunny kept moving around evading your hands using the inside of your shirt as his personal race track as you tried to grab him.
>Fuck this!
>Gripping your shirt you flung it off, Angel and all.
>No sooner did the shirt hit the ground did you see it take off as Angel made his latest attempt for freedom.
“Sorry about that, but you know him, he’ll be back. Flutters? You okay?”

>You watched as Anon threw his shirt to the ground.
>That should have been your chance to catch Angel, but-
>Your wings extended as all the blood in your body rushed to them.
>THOSE MUSCLES, THAT CHEST
>Momma like.
>Don’t drool, don’t drool!
>Scene after scene played in your mind of this human just taking you out here in the open, marking you as his.
>”Flutters? You okay?”
>Oh no, he’s coming closer.
>You tried to fly up, but your wings betrayed you.
“Ihavetotakeacoldbathnowbye!”
>You took off back to your cottage as fast as your hooves would allow.


>This was insane.
>”Five more minutes to go rookies.”
>Captain Spitfire’s voice echoed from her perch atop the cloud overlooking the training field.
>Her wings lackadaisically flapping to keep her centered over the field against the winds.
>The grin on her face evident from far away.
>This was not what you had trained for. All those hours memorizing flight patterns and maneuvers were useless here.
>You were a flyer, not a runner.
>And that feeling of being hunted-
>Your instincts told you to just fly away.
>Every cell in your body told you to fly away.
>But you couldn’t.
>One, because your spot on the Wonderbolts reserve team rode on you finishing this training camp.
>Two, and most importantly, the ropes that tied your wings down against your barrel prevented you from making an attempt for the safety of the skies.
>”Heh-heh.”
>His cackling drowned out your inner thoughts.
>He was a monster, nothing on two legs should be this fast, there wasn’t any other logical explanation.
>But you had to push through the pain in your legs and the burning in your lungs.
>The first two recruits were the first to be caught, all in under a minute.
>They thought “it” was just some dumb ape thing that could be easily evaded.
>They were wrong.
>So very wrong.
>”Pick up the pace Swift Foot, he’s gaining on you.”
>True to her words, you could see the thing right behind, some ten feet away.
>Despite the mask he wore, you could tell he was grinning underneath it.
>Celestia help me get through this.
>You didn’t want the cuddles those first two mares got.
>”Three minutes to go, don’t let up now!”
>You couldn’t feel your legs, the burning sensation in your lungs didn’t even register in your mind anymore, all that was left was numb throbbing feeling.
>All that remained was the animalistic instinct to run. To not be caught. By that thing.
>How many were caught already?
>Three? Four?
>All your other thoughts might as well have not existed.
>Then it happened.
>Time itself seemed to slow down as you tripped over the most minuscule pebble.
>Tumbling forward head over hoof, you skid on the ground.
>Dirt and grass rising into the air as your momentum propelled you forward.
>Maybe he didn’t notice, maybe he was so busy chasing the others he hadn’t seen you go down.
>Raising your head and spitting out some of the dirt that had found its way inside, you looked around for the creature.
>It didn’t take long to spot him.
>His form loomed over yours blocking out the sun.
>This is how your dream ends.
>Not in some fantastic display of acrobatics in the sky, but by a stupid rock on the ground.
>NO!
>You weren’t a quitter!
>Gathering whatever strength you had left you tried rising to your hooves.
>Your vision turned white as a lightning pain shot through your fetlock.
>Feeling your hooves give way from the coursing pain you expected to hit the ground.
>But it never happened.
>It caught you before that happened.
>”Hey now take it easy, you’re hurt, don’t go and make it worse.”
>His arms held you steady before bringing you into his lap as he sat down.
>”Hey Spitfire, she’s hurt. Mind sending a medic over.” His voice carried through the air.
>You tried fighting back the feelings that were coursing through your very soul.
>It wasn’t fair.
>You sniffled.
>”Hey now, it doesn’t look too bad. A little rest and you’ll be fine.”
“It’s over now, you caught me. My dream, everything I trained for, it’s over.”
>You watched as his head cocked to the side in confusion.
>”Say what now?”
>”I’m going to be kicked out because you caught me in this exercise.”
>The flood gates opened.
>Those arms brought you close against him.
>”Rookie this isn’t something we expel ponies for. Everypony gets caught eventually by this stallion. It’s meant to teach you to think on your hooves and adapt.”
>Captain Spitfire’s voice cut through your sobs.
>Wait…
>YOU STILL HAD A CHANCE!
“Does that mean I can stay?”
>”Yup, and Anon, don’t go overboard before the medics get here.”
>The sudden elation at getting to stay was instantly replaced with fear and realization.
>No not that- anything but that.
>Your position revealed to you the gravity of your situation.
>The shirt you were pressed against was soaked in sweat and clinging to his body, outlining the muscles underneath.
>Feeling your cheeks grow hot you smiled sheepishly.
“We can talk about this right? There’s no need for-“
>”Nope.”



>Walking through the busy Canterlot castle halls you eyed as the servants and guards as they went about their daily duties.
>Some stopping to bow respectfully.
>But not to you.
>You weren’t alone in your little trek on this fantastic morning.
>Celestia was waiting right outside your bedroom when you woke up, insisting that she had some important business that needed to be discussed.
>”Tomorrow the delegates from Saddle Arabia will be arriving.”
>Those mutherfuckers!
“That’s nice.”
>”I do hope that we won’t have a repeat of the events of their last visit.”
>Shifty bastards, you caught them rifling through your drawers when you got done at the gym.
“Of course, I’ll be on my best behavior.”
>After all kicking an ambassador in the nuts twice is just bad form.
>Taking a swig of your pre-workout you put on your most believable smile.
>”You’re a horrible liar.”
“Sunnybuns, I am a man of many faults, but lying isn’t one of them.”
>Stretching the truth is a completely different matter to be quite honest.
>”Good morning sister- oh it’s the ape. Haven’t I told you that thing would make itself at home if you let it stay here.”
>And say hello to pain in the ass numero uno.
>The newly reformed and all around princess bitch of the millennia, Nightmare Moon.
“Good morning to you as well princess, how was your doctor’s appointment?”
>”Doctors appointment?”
>Moonie’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“You know, about removing the giant stick that’s firmly rooted in your ass.”
>And now we wa-
>”You swine, how dare you address us in such a manner!”
>The best response to this was only smiling.
>For reasons unknown to you it only seemed to infuriate her all the more.
“I’m running late anyway, you two have yourselves a wonderful day.”
>Taking your chance to leave you began walking towards the gym, the fuming Nightmare and snickering Celestia were left to continue whatever royal horses do.
>You had weights that needed lifting and they weren’t going to lift themselves.

>”That ape creature is a bane upon us all.”
>Your “sister” scoffed at Anon’s retreating form.
“I happen find him quite funny.”
>”And I say his presence is starting to affect your judgment.”
>Humming thoughtfully you stroked your chin with your hoof.
“Then perhaps it is time we sealed those two-way mirrors then at the gym.”
>Whatever Nightmare expected to hear, it certainly wasn’t that.
“After all you do spend a considerable amount of time observing him while he exercises.”
>Anon wasn’t the only one capable of ruffling your sisters feathers.



>Pick up a rock and place it just right, add some mortar and repeat.
>The mind numbing task combined with the summer heat was taking its toll on you.
>The ponies that passed by waved, some even stopping to make chit chat as you worked diligently.
>You were making good progress with your stone fence by midday.
>But the temperature just kept on rising.
“Hotter than hell out here today.”
>Picking up the jug of water you gulped down the cool liquid.
>Putting the lid back on you resumed your task.
>Setting it down you decided to take of your shirt.
“Damn you Celestia, quit trying to bake Equestria to death you old miserable bat.”
>You were just about to resume working when you noticed that you had some company.
“Uh- hi, sorry didn’t see you there.”
>The gray mare only looked in your direction before her gaze shifted back to the pile of rocks which you’d been using.
>These are all peridotites, very coarse grained.”
>Okay?
“You don’t say.”
>Her eyes shifted back to you and you could see them travel down.
>”I like rocks.”
“R-right. Um are you new in town?”
>”Yes.”
>Eloquent, this one.
“So yeah, I have some work to get done so…”
>”I don’t mind.”
>This was going to be a long day.
>Getting back to work you cast a glance at the odd mare that kept looking at the pile of stones.
“So what brings you to Ponyville?”
>Way to go Anon, make some chit chat to make things less uncomfortable.
>”My sister and rocks.”
>Nevermind the chit chat then.
>Hours passed, you working on the fence, the mare simply sitting there, alternating looking between the pile and you.
>The noise of her getting up from her sitting position broke your rhythm of laying the stones in place.
“Finally got bored?”
>”No, it’s time for dinner. This was pleasant.”
>And with that she walked off.
“What is it about this place and attracting the odd ones?”