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- >You are the Anon from A Helping Hand.
- >Today you don't have much to do.
- >Which is a good thing because you're having a bit of trouble getting up this morning.
- >This is because you are dead.
- >Again.
- >Rarity groans and rolls over in her sleep next to you.
- >As soon as she touches your cold, hard corpse she wakes up.
- >She shakes you with a hoof, then sighs.
- >"I knew I forgot to charge him overnight..."
- >She fumbles around in bed, looking for your charger.
- >She realises it's on the top of her head where she left it.
- >She pulls down your pants and inserts her horn into your anus.
- >She rams her thick, blunt implement into your rectum until she ejaculates her delicious, marshmallow-flavoured, life-giving magic all over your insides.
- >You take your first breath of the day.
- >Wonderful.
- "Thank you, honey. What would I do without you?"
- >She sneers and rolls over to fetch a cigarette out of her pack nearby.
- "Uh... Um... Darling, didn't we talk about your habits...?"
- >You only just got her to stop drinking.
- >So she took up heroin instead.
- >Once you got her off that, she took up smoking, which is admittedly much better for her health.
- >But you can't help but admonish her for her vices.
- >She seems to ignore you and finishes lighting up her cigarette with her horn.
- >She closes her eyes in delight as she takes her first drag of the day.
- >The nicotine high sates her screaming nerves and gives her a slight euphoria.
- >She opens her eyes again as she lets out her smoke right in your face.
- >You don't like it when she does that.
- >She looks at your worried expression and pouts.
- >"Tch. Fine. Yet another pleasure that you deny me."
- >She grabs your hand and jabs the red hot tip of the cigarette into your palm.
- >You yelp in pain and instinctively try to pull your hand away from her, but she holds it fast.
- >"Dear, Rarita- Uh... Anon. What have I told you about lecturing me?"
- "D-don't do it! I'm sorry!"
- >"I'm sorry, what?"
- "I'm sorry M-mistress Rarity!"
- >She releases your hand and you pull it back, clutching it to your chest defensively.
- >"Good. Now don’t let me catch you doing it again! I’ll let you off with this today since you’re probably still groggy.”
- “Yes, I’m sorry! Thank you for your mercy!”
- >”Well I am the Element of Generosity for a reason. Now go and fetch me my coffee. There’s a good boy.”
- >You slink out of bed.
- >You’re so lucky to have such a fantastic mare as Rarity.
- >She’s so kind and generous.
- >She brought you back from the dead this morning!
- >No girl on Earth would give you that kind of special treatment.
- >You get out of bed and walk downstairs to the kitchen on the lower floor of the boutique.
- >You prepare the coffee in the cafetiere and pick up the whiskey from the cupboard.
- >Yeah, you said Rarity had stopped drinking, but she assured you that when it’s in coffee it doesn’t count.
- >It just makes it “Irish.”
- >And she has drunk a lot more booze than you have, so she knows what she’s talking about.
- >You start to bring her coffee upstairs when there’s a knock at the door.
- >The knock startles you and you trip on the stairs.
- >You fall down and spill scolding hot coffee all over your face.
- >You die.
- >You lie there until Sweetie Belle finds your body in a crumpled heap of broken bones.
- >”RARITY! ANON’S FAINTED AGAIN!”
- >A thunderous howl emanates from Rarity’s bedroom.
- >Rarity’s heavy footsteps resound throughout the house as she stomps her way to your body.
- >”If I’ve told him once, I’ve told him a thousand times! The postman comes early on Saturdays!”
- >She charges you back up again.
- >Your bones knit together and your burns are healed.
- >Sweetie Belle averts her eyes.
- >You are resurrected.
- >You look up into the glittering sapphire eyes of your alabaster saviour.
- >She’s definitely your guardian angel.
- “Oh, Rarity... Thank yo-“
- >She cuts you off as she slaps you with a marshmallow hoof across the cheek.
- >Her immaculate pedicure leaves a nasty red welt on your face.
- >”Get back in the kitchen, Anon, and make me another coffee! You know how I can’t wake up properly without my coffee!”
- “Y-yes, of course! I’m sorry!”
- >You stand up on shaky legs and scamper off to the kitchen.
- >How could you have been so callous?!
- >You shouldn’t have died then.
- >You should have been more dedicated to Rarity.
- >Then maybe she’d look at you when you make love...
- >”ANOOOOOOOOOOOON!”
- >Rarity’s screaming snaps you out of your reverie.
- >You haven’t finished making more coffee!
- >You use the old dregs from the pot you made earlier, and top it up with more whiskey than usual.
- >Looking at it, it seems to be about ¾ alcohol with a shot of java.
- >It’s not right, but you don’t have a choice.
- >Rarity does not like to be kept waiting.
- >You rush into her inspiration room where she is sitting down, waiting for you.
- >You step into the room and smile at her.
- >She doesn’t move an inch.
- >She just looks at the doorway that you entered from.
- >You meekly move over to her desk and place her drink down on it.
- >She still doesn’t move.
- >You back out the room, keeping your eyes on your mistress.
- >Her unimpressed scowl says that you did a good job.
- “T-thank you... I love you.”
- >She lets out an exasperated breath and turns around to drink her coffee.
- >You hover at the doorway , eager to see whether she likes your abominable concoction or not.
- >She takes a sip.
- >Her ears perk up instantly.
- >”Well what do you know...? Anon found out my special mix...! Turns out he can do something right!” She whispers.
- >Yesssss!
- >You fist pump silently.
- >You’re gonna get snuggles tonight for this!
- >You’re going to have to remember that ratio for tomorrow’s coffee.
- >What was it again?
- >Darn, you can’t remember.
- >But it’s ok!
- >You’re so pleased with yourself it doesn’t matter!
- >You’re so happy, you could die!
- >Which you promptly do.
- >You collapse in the hallway with a thud.
- >Rarity sighs and gets up from her desk.
- >After your third recharge of the day, it’s time for your daily fetish attempt.
- >You head to the bathroom to prettify yourself and are greeted by the yellow demon that insists on tormenting you on this plane.
- >”Hi Anon! How are you feeling today?”
- >Here she is with her incessant cheeriness.
- “Now that you’re here, like death warmed up. Get on with it.”
- >She smiles broadly with an audible *squee* and reaches into her saddlebags.
- >She pulls out a bag of marshmallows.
- >She flies over to the bath tub and sets up a campfire...?
- >She starts placing the marshmallows on skewers that she brought with her and holds them over the fire.
- >Once they’re molten and gooey, she sandwiches them between two pieces of chocolate and crackers.
- >She squishes the creation together between her hooves then presents it to you.
- >”I... I know you like Rarity’s marshmallow smell, so... I was wondering if you liked smores.”
- >You take the tasty morsel from Fluttershy.
- >You can’t help but admire the gooey white centre that oozes that warm liquid from its centre.
- >You squeeze the plush marshmallow between your fingers.
- >It yields to your touch, but is firm and pliant too.
- >More of the molten marshmallow seeps out of a crack in its soft coat.
- >The scent fills your nostrils.
- >You’re as hard as diamonds right now.
- >Fluttershy looks up at you with a hopeful smile.
- >You snap yourself out of your trance and stoop down to her.
- “No, Fluttershy. Smores aren’t my fetish. And I hate you doing this. Go away and leave me alone.”
- >She looks down to the ground, defeated.
- >”O-oh... I’m sorry... I only thought... I mean, I didn’t want to know if it was your fetish or not... I just wanted to...”
- >She mumbles into the pink wave of hair that falls across her face and scuffs the tiles on the bathroom floor with a hoof.
- >This mare.
- >This infuriating mare.
- >Doesn’t she know that you have a relationship already?
- >You’re more than happy with Rarity.
- “I mean it, Fluttershy. Go away! If Rarity finds out you were here again, I’ll get whipped!”
- >”B-but domestic abuse is a serious crime! You should leave her! You could come with me! We could live together, and do the things that you like to do!”
- >The idea sickens you.
- >You like things that Rarity doesn’t like, like 4chan and the internet.
- >But you’d never dream of pursuing them because she forbids you to do so.
- >The concept of being able to do what you want... it’s wrong!
- “Get out of here, Fluttershy before I... HNNNGH!”
- >You clutch your heart.
- >Yeah, you’re dying again.
- >Down you go.
- >Whatever being that has decided to toy with your life like this probably sees it as some kind of joke.
- >You’re dead on the bathroom floor with a panicked Fluttershy.
- >She can’t charge you back up, and she can’t go and get Rarity.
- >She considers picking you up and taking you back to her house out the window, but you’re far too heavy.
- >She briefly muses on the topic of whether your fetish is necrophilia, but decides that she couldn’t go through with it anyway.
- >So instead she flutters away, out of your life.
- >Or unlife in this case.
- >And there you lie for the rest of the day.
- >All in all it was a pretty good day.
- >When Rarity found you it was time for bed.
- >She didn’t let you have snuggles.
- >It made you sad, but you’re still so lucky to have her.
- >In fact, you think you’re the luckiest man in Equestria.
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