2nd Day of Peace part 16

2nd Day of Peace part 16

>Three hours later your belly is full of Fluttershy’s sweet soup.
>While sitting on the couch, Fluttershy has her head in your lap and you’re giving her a belly rub that you owe her.
>You were also reading the last chapter of the book Twilight recommended to you.
>You’ve got some coffee in your system, even though you’re not supposed to be drinking it.
>Fluttershy considered the circumstances and decided that if it helps keep you awake you should drink a cup on an hourly basis.
>Right now you’re feeling good.
>So far, that plan is working out swimmingly and personally, you’re at peace right now.
>Fluttershy isn’t trying to rape you; not that she has to anymore, but will if she’s in the mood which is more often than not.
>Regardless you don’t mind it.
>Pony plot is amazing and you hate yourself for not getting some sooner.
>Today is just a perfect day of doing absolutely nothing productive.
>However there is one thing that’s itching for attention in your thoughts.
>Right now, you’re kinda officially on the market for mares, so as soon as word gets out that you’re fucking ponies, the rape shenanigans will start again.
>Mares are going to be asking you out, offer gifts, a friendly smile and a lifted tail in hopes to rut you.
>On that note, you recall the conversation that you had with Berry about Rarity.
>Thinking back on the times you and her shared, you know the only reason why nothing ever happened was because of your taboo.
>But now things are different, you don’t know what’ll happen on your next drink night with Rarity.


>Not only that, but you still have to figure out what you and Fluttershy ‘are’.
>She’s your best friend who you happen to be fucking and lives with you.
>And you happen to have something that’s way more than a crush on her.
>Huh, sounds about right, you’ll roll with that for now.
>Thanks to your internal monologue, you have to re-read a page of the book, because none of it was retained.
>So you turn on page back to make sure you’ve got a hold of what’s happening in the story.
>Until Fluttershy spoke up.
>”Feeling okay Anon?”
>Looking down at her eyes, you respond.
“Yeah, why?”
>”You look deep in thought, something you want to talk about?”
>With a chuckle, you put down the book on the coffee table.
“I was just thinking how things are different now.”
>A subtle grin grows on her face.
>”Oh yeah, you’re kinda on the market now.”
“Which means there are going to be plenty of mares walking in your hoof-steps. It’s gonna get hectic.”
>”So do you want to keep this secret? Nop0ny has to know about us.”
>You nod in agreement.
“Good idea, Flutters, it can’t be too hard to do that, especially in my own home.”
>You see her eyes light up, looking onto you, a smile on her face like something just clicked.
>”Anon,” she begins. “We’re alone right?”
>Looking down at her, you nod.
“Yeah? Where ya going with this?”
>”Sweetie, I think you know exactly where I’m going with this.”
>She cocks an eyebrow, humming in delight.
>She engages the bedroom eyes as a smirk crosses her face.
>”Wanna do it?”
>You chuckle to yourself, she hasn’t changed much.
“With pleasure.”


>Two days later…
>Day in bed with the She-Devil in Equestria.
>You have lost control.
>The past two days has been full of sport fuckin’.
>Your mind is numb with pleasure.
>Tingles on your pole remain idly around it and you’re sore.
>You’ve never experienced having a sore dick, but when it comes to pony plot, it can make that happen if you have an excess of fucking it.
>You keep seeing stars every time you cum.
>This was a bad idea, no matter how tired you feel, the urge to fuck Fluttershy is overwhelming.
>But you’re on break time right now you lying on your back with Fluttershy on your chest.
>The air is thick and the ceiling fan is barely helping.
>You are drained. Ghost loads are the only thing shooting.
>Yeah, she milked every drop out of you. She is a passionate mare after all.
>Fluttershy makes her chuckles as she sucks on your neck.
>Looking over to the window, you find the sun is starting to rise.
>Thank fuck you don’t have to do anything today.
>You need sleep, but you can’t have it with Fluttershy keeping you up.
“Fluttershy, where did the time go?”
>Pulling away from you, she places a hoof on your mouth.
>”Sssshhh, let me love you.”
“Flu-“
>”Quiet, you.”
>This mare very well could be the death of you.
“You need to calm your horny ass down.”
>She shakes her head no, the lust in her eyes in its purest form.
>Her mane is a mess and her rape face is engaged.
“Seriously, Flutters, cool it.”
>Before you can say anything else, Fluttershy mashes her lips on yours.
>Her tongue invades your mouth as her weight on top of you is being used against you.
>Since you’re too tired, your efforts to push her away are useless.
>She grinds her plot against your flaccid rod aggressively; she makes grunts more than moans.
>She pants in your face when she pulled away, her string of saliva falling back onto your lips.
>Moving her head to your right ear, she gives your cheek a slow lick which is only scaring you at the moment.
>She makes a flirtatious giggle that echoes in your head and sends a chill down your spine.
>You are both aroused and terrified at the same time.


“Fluttershy, what the fu-“
>”Hush it, mama’s horny.”
>Oh sweet fuck that is hot.
>Wait! Focus, your health might be at risk here.
>While her lips come in contact with your neck yet again.
>You find it necessary to get this succubus off of you for the time being before you lose your soul.
>But there isn’t anything you can do; you’re too tired and well… Feels good man.
>You wish for a knock at the door, that usually keeps her at bay.
>But that shit ain’t happening.
>Anything to keep her from making you cum again, you might die.
>You mean anything, a brick through your window, a murder, a mouse peep, your toilet exploding, Nine-Eleven, SOME-FUCKING-THING!
>Before long, your pole impales into her plot, the heat and slickness putting you on edge already.
>Her contracting and gripping as she rose and slams down on you drives you insane.
>You’re lost for words the same as you’re lost in the vast ocean of pleasure you’re drowning in.
>You can’t make sense of it.
>The time is now irrelevant, you’ve lost track, not knowing if a minute passed by or an hour.
>Surely enough, you let loose of another load, the blue and purple stars come into view, Fluttershy gasps deeply.
>A satisfied grin on her face, she locks eyes with you.
>”Mmm, Anon that was amaaazi-“
>And lights out for you.


>You don’t know what happened, something's fucky.
>You find yourself walking down the spirally warped hallway that you dreamt back in Canterlot.
>Not sure what your destination might be, you purposefully drag your feet.
>Looking down at the crimson red carpet, you keep with your stride.
>Suddenly someone who’s running by you, bumps into you.
>You weren’t sure what his problem was, but you gotta calm him down.
>Barely catching a glimpse of him, you address him.
“Hey, what’s the rush man?”
>”Can’t talk. Gotta jet.”
>Huh, must be in a hurry.
>Shrugging, you keep walking down the hall.
>A purple door materializes in the distance.
>Stopping just short of it, you reach for the doorknob and turn, pushing the door inward.
>The room’s walls were random zig-zag patterns waving back and forth.
>The shit is hurting your eyes.
>You find yourself sitting at a table with Luna sitting across from your drinking tea.
>Across her forehead was ‘3LD’written in white Chiller font.
“Uuuh, what’s happening?”
>”I am Luna’s Lucid Lust Dust.”
“But you look like Luna.”
>”A projection of her. I know everything about you. Think of me as your subconscious partner who’s speaking on his behalf.”



“That’s nice, but how about leaving my system? I’d like to get some decent sleep.”
>”In due time of course, but I have much to show you. There are some things you need to know.”
“Like what?”
>A door opens from the wall.
>”You’ll see. You can also expect this to occur more often. See you soon.”
“Wait… What exactly are you?”
>”The most complex mixture of spells broken down into dust form. That includes time traveling.”
“You’re one hell of a drug.”
>She blushes, holding in a giggle.
>”You’re too kind, Anonymous. Now run along.”
>Raising an eyebrow at your weird as fuck day, you get out of you chair and walk to the door.
>Stepping through, you walk into your bedroom, seeing Fluttershy on top of your body has certainly tripped you out.
>”Anon? Sweetie?”
>Your body on the bed doesn’t move.
>Wait…
>Are you dead?
>”Anon! Honey! Come quick your favorite part is coming up!” Fluttershy yells from the living room.
>Turning around, you walk to the living room to see what she’s on about.
>As you laid eyes on human Fluttershy, she points at the screen with the remote and pushes play.
>Before your eyes, you’re seated on the couch looking at the screen.
>You see Berry Punch staggering down the road on three legs; she carries an object with a front hoof.
>Stopping, she turns to her right, a house in her field of vision.
>She revs up her leg and chucks the object that looks like a brick; it flies through the air and shatters a bedroom window in an instant.
>”ASSHOLE! That’s for your birthday! Don’t drink it all in one day fucker or you’ll  die! Yeah happy birthday!”
>You see yourself come into view from the window with anger in your eyes.
>"You...Yeah you with the hands."
>She narrowed down didn’t she?
>"Why...Why..W-why don't you get exiled to-” she makes a hic, “-the moon... Bitch."
>She staggers away like nothing happened.
>Wait a minute…
>Wasn’t this the day that Fluttershy fixed your window?


>It was also the day the Day of Peace thing started.
>So…The Day of Peace is on your birthday.
>Holy. Shit.
>Then this year…
>The events flood into your mind out of order.
>Pinkie’s words: “You’re the first to be invited, you better be the first to show up!”
>Now that you think about it, you never got a look at the invite.
>Ponies everywhere were staring at you with pleasant smiles when you walked the streets after the second annual Day of Peace.
>The party where all the mares wanted to dance with you.
>Vinyl showing up to provide the wubs and giving you a shout out, sure the party was two days later, but eh. Good enough.
>The name of Rarity’s drink. You’re still not sure how she knows of one of your favorite show.
>So, where the hell was everybody on the second annual Day of Peace?
>You think back on what happened.
>Applejack showed up at five something in the morning claiming you was supposed to help her that day.
>She had to be lying, because you really don’t remember her asking for help any days prior to her showing up.
>It was dark outside so you couldn’t see her face to well, which could have hid her tell and you were sleepy so you just went with it.
>Applejack didn’t talk much during work, but a lot less than the usual that day.
>At lunch all she did was flirt with you, it makes you wonder if she did that on purpose to keep you distracted from her actual lie.
>During that day, both Applejack and Fluttershy claimed a lot of ponies miss you.
>Later that night, you got Fluttershy home, but you never made it back, you actually crashed on Twilight’s doorstep.
>Looking back at the screen, you see yourself lying on Twilight’s doorstep snoozing away.
>Twilight, Spike and Rainbow Dash walk up to the door and spot you.
>”HA! So that’s what happened to Anon,” Dash says. “What a shame, he missed out on his surprise party.”


>Twilight bops herself on the head groaning in frustration.
>”Ugh! Fluttershy was supposed to buy us time! Not get him drunk to where he can’t make it back home! It was her idea after all, she should stick to it!”
>”Twilight, it’s not the end of the world, we’ll give him a surprise party next year, besides, it is kind of your fault too, remember that spell you casted on him?” Spike says.
>”Oh, right. I just hope Fluttershy didn’t mention it to him.”
>”Calm down?! Do you know how hard it was to get Vinyl at such a short notice? Try having to keep all of this quiet from Anon! We’re lucky she still wants to meet him. Sadly she has some business to attend to tomorrow,” Dash chimes in.
>”Ladies!" Spike shouts, calming the mares," we can still have the party at Sugarcube Corner, how about the day after tomorrow, it’ll still be in the birthday spirit right?”
>Twilight calms her breathing looking down at Spike.
>”That might work, can you talk to Pinkie tomorrow morning?”
>”Consider it done.”
>”Great! Now, let’s get him inside and out of this weather.”
>With some struggle they carry you while Spike held open the door.
>The human Fluttershy turns her head to face you.
>A warm smile shows on her face, ‘3LD’ written in a green Garamond font across her forehead.
>Oh great, she can take over any dream-like entity? That’s kinda cool.
>Agent Smith in this mother.
>”It was all for you.”
“But where the hell was everybody on the first annual Day of Peace?”
>”You read in a newspaper that ponies were getting sick all over remember?”
>Oh that’s right.
>There was some stomach virus that was spreading through P0nyville, which must’ve been the reason why the town felt vacant.
>You read about it a day later after the first annual Day of Peace.
>So now the million dollar question would be,
“What the hell did Berry -really- throw through my window and where is it now?”
>A smirk crosses Fluttershy's face.


>"Now you're asking the right questions."
>You did inspect your house high and low for any ill-will items Fluttershy might have hid, turned out she only fixed your window.
>So now you have to ask Fluttershy about that, chances are she took it with her.
>The human Fluttershy simply shrugs.
>”Don’t know,” she says. “Now close your eyes.”
“But-“
>”C’mon, do it.”
>Exhaling through your nose, you close your eyes.
>”I’m sorry I have to do this.”
>A swift slap impacts your cheek leaving a sting.
>Your eyes jolt open and you find yourself back in the bedroom with Fluttershy on top of you about to cry.
>The slap is still felt on your left cheek.
>Now back to being in the middle of being pleased.
>You blurted out everything you just saw like a reflex.
“Brick through window, Vinyl, invite, mares dancing, surprise party.”
>Fluttershy tilts her head with a confused look.
>”Who told you?”
>You scratch your head while you make a nervous chuckle.
“I kinda put it all together, you remember the thing that shattered my window?”
>”Mhm.”
“Where did you put it?”
>”Back at my place, I kept it.”
“You kept a brick?” You ask with a raised eyebrow.
>”It flew through your bedroom window that you let me fix, I considered it as a reminder that I’m wearing you down, now look at where we are.”
>Ha, she has a point there.
>”I can go and get it if you want.”
“Please?”
>”For you, anything.”
>Rising off of you, she gets out of bed, staggering when her hooves land on the floor.
>Damn you can’t wait until this 3LD bullshit wears off, you’ll be able to get some proper sleep.
>Turning around to look at you, she gives a look that only a mother would make.
>”Remember, no sleeping, drink coffee if you have to, okay?”
>You roll your eyes.
“Yeees Mooom,” you say laying the sarcasm on thick.
>”Watch your tone young man, otherwise you’ll be elbow deep in dishes,” she responds, playing along.
“That’s not funny.”
>No really it’s not. Nothing is fun about doing dishes. Nothing.


>”Then behave while mama’s gone.”
“Fair enough.”
>She faces forward and starts trotting to the door then out of your house completely.
>Considering the time, you decide you get started on your Triple S.
>You slide out of bed and walk to the bathroom.
>Shit, shower, shave.
>Go downstairs and pour some coffee to keep you up.
>Go crazy from human Fluttershy flirting with you while she lied on the couch.
>Taking your cup of coffee with you, you sit on the couch and get back to reading the book.
>Not even a half hour later, you finish the long last chapter with a smile on your face.
>The ending was good.
>The writing could be better, but you’re not complaining.
>You wonder if there’s a sequel to it, it certainly lead you to believe so.
>Putting down the book, you pick up your cup of coffee and chug it all together.
>The human Fluttershy was sliding around on the hardwood floor with her socks, not that you’re surprised.
>”Hehehehe, weeee!”
>The girl is silly, but that’s what you like about her.
“Don’t you have anything better to do?”


>”Well, there’s you, handsome.”
>You blush heavily.
“I don’t think I need to be fucking for a few days.”
>In a smooth motion, she slides over to you and has a seat to your left; you take notice that the ‘3LD’ tattoo is gone.
>”Aww, bummer. So what -are- you going to do today? You have the day off.”
“Gonna return this book to Twilight and see if there’s a sequel.”
>”Then?”
“Visit some friends, see how they’re doing and let them know I’m alive.”
>”Oh sounds fun. So what are you waiting for?”
“It’s seven thirty in the morning; no one is going to be up at this time.”
>”Rarity might, you should visit her.”
“Well, she can be delightfully awesome, but maybe another time, Thursdays are usually busy for her.”
>”It’s Thursday?”
“Yeah, I think. Anyway, I’ve got some ponies to hug today.”
>”Aww, you’re such a sweetheart.”
“Yeah, yeah," you say, rolling your eyes.
>Half an hour later, you found yourself doing something you should never do.
>Washing dishes.
>You’re bored out of your mind thanks to Fluttershy sliding into the TV and breaking it.
>You’re not sure why the dream TV won’t fix itself.
>So you’re forced to do something productive.
>It’s a good thing you’re nearly finish.
>Taking a bowl from the soapy water, you drop it in the rinse water in sink beside it.
>You hear the kitchen window open.
>Facing its direction, you see Fluttershy sneaking in with the object on her head.
>She makes it inside the house, landing on her hooves.
>She spots you and puts on a harmless smile with blushing cheeks.
“You couldn’t walk through the front door?”
>”Heh heh sorry, force of habit.”
>You shake your head, almost laughing to yourself.
“Oh whatever, can I see the object in question?”
>Standing around the kitchen island, you and Fluttershy examine the object.
>From a distance, it looks like a tough jagged brick.


>Picking it up, you notice a line that runs around one end of the brick as if it’s some sort of cap or top.
>Having a knife in hand, you pierce through the crack and promptly the top flies off.
>Inside the jagged brick, there was a bottle.
>Pulling it out of its odd case, you take a good look at it.
>It was some alcoholic drink, the glass of it clear with royal blue yet clear liquid being stored in it.
>A label was on it, the letters ‘T.A.T’ written in gold with royal blue outlining the letters.
>”Hey what’s this?”
>A note falls out of the case that was under the bottle when Fluttershy tilted it.
>You unfold the aged paper and take a read.
>The letter read:

Dear Asshole who never remembers me,

I’m not one for writing letters, but whatever, it’s you and your good times so yeah, I’m writing a letter.
With gratitude, I give you the rarest drink in Equestria, its case is literally indestructible, I’ve tested it, trust me and the same goes for the bottle and the drink never expires. I had to go through what you call ‘Hell’ to find it for you. Knowing you’re having tough time with mares all over trying to get into your pants, I can’t imagine the daily stress you put up with… Even if I find it hilarious at times.
This drink is for you to kick back and relax. For those days where you think you’re better off dead. Not to sound all sappy, but I just want you to know that I care and always will. So twist that cap off and pour yourself a shot. You deserve it, but seriously, don’t drink it all in one day, you’ll kill yourself. That being said, I wish you a happy birthday, Anonymous and many more to come.

Sincerely,

Berry Punch

P.S.  In advance, sorry about your bedroom window, because that’s where I’m throwing it anyway. Also if you’re ever looking for me, just come to the gazebo at the town square around midnight, I’ll always be there.

>Well that letter was a real tear jerker.
>You really have to talk to Berry when you get a chance, tonight won’t be a good idea though.
>Damn Luna’s Lucid Lust Dust, it’ll make you blind in lust around that time.
>Later on this week, you’ll definitely give her a visit.
>Wiping your tear away, you grab the bottle with your other hand then walk to your cabinet of drinks.
>”What did it say?”
>While putting the bottle in the cabinet, you turn to her.
“Just a good friend wishing me a happy birthday.”
>”Aww that’s nice.”
>You sigh, feeling content about your life here. It only seems to be getting better.
“Yeah, it is.”
>”So, Nony,” Fluttershy starts. From her tone, you can already tell what she was about to say.
“Not now Fluttershy.”
>”Awww. It’s cute when you think you have a say in the matter.”
>This fucking head case of a pony, what the hell is she on?
>You walk out of the kitchen with Fluttershy following closely behind.
>Walking to your bedroom, you land on the bed and reach over to the nightstand.
>Pulling out your drawer, you decide to read the invite Pinkie gave you.
>Turning on your back, you hold the invite up and get to reading.



>It was as you expected, the note read:

Congratulations! You’ve been invited to Anon’s birthday party he doesn’t know about! Shhh! He won’t read this invite anyway! Vinyl Scratch is due to perform for Anon thanks to Dash. No need to bring presents, seeing Vinyl will be enough for him since Anon LOOOOVES Vinyl so much, just come as you are and dance with the birthday boy! Snacks and drinks will be served! So come on down to Sugarcube Corner at 8 pm and have a good time!

>You laugh out loud from the invite. Only Pinkie. She's getting hugged first.
>You notice Fluttershy’s eyes rising over the invite.
>”Suuuh-weeeetie~”
>She pushes the invite down to your chest.
“Fluttershy, are you trying to kill me?”
>”Don’t be silly Anon. I’m just giving you what you deserve.”
“Are you implying that I deserve to be rape?”
>She doesn’t respond right away.
>Her head moves to your left ear.
>”Rape?” she whispers. “It’s not rape if you want it, honey.”
>She makes a trace of her kisses lead down your neck.
>Pulling away, she sits on top of you.
>”Why resist? I know you can’t get enough.”
>She makes a giggle then takes a deep breath out loud.
>”You know Anon…”
“Yeah?”
>”I still don’t know your fetish.”
“I still won’t tell you,” you say with a laugh.
>”Hnnn, still got some fight left in you?”
“Nah, I just think it’ll be more fun for you to figure out instead of me telling you.”
>”Fair enough.” She pulls her list from under her wing.
>Reaching over to your other night stand drawer she grabs a pair of glasses.
“Where did you-“
>”Never returned Twilight’s glasses.”
"Pfff."
>The paper rolls down to your chest as she scans it.
>”Hmm, let’s see how you feel about edging.”
"Pff, we ain't fuckin' right now."
>"You aren't going anywhere any time soon, not until the drug wears off anyway."
"Shit, good point."
>"So again, edging?"
>You exhale through your nose, finding it's pointless to reason with her when she's like this.
>Besides, you're already hard.
"Word of advice: keep those glasses."
>"Really?" She asks with a smile, readjusting them with a hoof.
>You simply shrug your shoulders.
"I like the look."
>Her cheeks turn cherry red.
>"Aw, thank you."


-One hour later, just outside Twilight’s library-

"So... wanna do this again sometime?"
>Twilight giving a warm smile, nods.
>"Absolutely. Had a great time."
"Haha, yeah, me too," you say, rubbing your head. "Well, see ya later. Gotta check on Fluttershy's animals."
>"Okay, Dash, be safe."
>Twilight closes the door, still giving off her friendly smile.
>You trot away then squee to your heart's content once you were a reasonable distance from Twilight's place.
>Wow, last night couldn't have gone any better.
>A good ol' dinner and a movie and just like that, sparks flew.
>Had a nice little chat about Daring Do, and Twilight giving you suggestions about other books you might like.
>Then crashed on her bed since she insisted that she doesn't want you flying out so late.
>So here you are now, taking off through town at a casual speed (because you don’t look forward to dealing with Angel), you approach Anon’s house.
>You decided to check up on it, so you fly to the front door.
>What you found odd was that you heard giggling coming from his bedroom area.
>Ugh, seriously? Who broke into Anon’s house? Who’s the dick?!
>You flutter/creep your way up to the bedroom window and slowly lift your eyes to the window.
>Oh, Fluttershy is back, looks like you don’t have to feed her—WAIT A MINUTE!
>Do your eyes deceive you?
>”Don’t stop Anon! Mooooar uuuunf NONY~!”
>You seen Anon nude before, but seeing him standing at the foot of the bed in action is causing a wingboner.
>Is this really happening?
>You wipe your eyes to make sure then check again.
>He’s still fucking her, his pelvic thrusts ramming into-
>Oh damn can Fluttershy take -that- much up her...
>HOLY MOTHER OF-
>DAMN!
 >Ohohohoho GO ANON! GO FLUTTERSHY!
>Your eyes pop out of your head, a wide smile on your face.
>You have to resist your instinct to ‘eep’ as loud as you can.
>Turning back around toward town, you find that your friends’ hard work have finally paid off.


-Meanwhile at Sugarcube Corner-

"Your order will be out shortly, Miss Cheerilee."
>"Alrighty, oh, and here's a little something for your troubles, Pinkie," Cheerliee says, slipping a few bits into the tip jar.
>She always tips you when she comes in here.
"Thanks Miss Cheerilee," you reply, tilting your head while beaming.
>She walks away and has her usual seat, then you let out a sigh, relieved there are no more customers to serve.
>Only a hoofful of customers filled the place today.
>Berry Punch sleeps in a corner booth snuggling her wine bottle.
>She’s always here during the day, occasionally she comes here for a shower. Poor thing.
>Lyra and Bon Bon at their favorite table.
>Derpy just behind them staring out the window.
>Trixie just mumbles to herself, wallowing in depression at another table, barely touching her silly crinkle cupcake with extra licorice.
>Personally, as long as she doesn’t start any trouble, she’s welcomed here.
>Ugh, today is just SO boring!
>You want to party, play and pig out! The triple P for Pinkie Pie.
>Wouldn't that be the Quintle P? Is quintle even a word?
>Doesn't matter. It's a word in your head now. Quintle is now a word!
>But you’re still down about that whole Pinkie Promise thing.
>Who can really blame you? You -really- want Fluttershy and Anon to be together.
>Heck, when are they going to be back already? You’re going to end Anon with a hug.
>You miss him after all as well as Fluttershy. It would be so nice to see them together at last.
>Wait, didn’t you say that already? Eh, who cares? They would be a cute couple.
>Ugh, if there’s any God, he’d let that happen. Anon has talked about the good guy upstairs.
>Maybe he’ll hear you out.
>No one’s in line so you look up.
“God, if you’re up there, please let Anon and Fluttershy be together. They’d be so happy! PUH-LEEEEEE-”
>Suddenly the front door bursts open, Dash taking the wind with her into the place.
>Everyp0ny is alert; Berry wakes up out of her alcohol induced coma.
>”Wha?”
>Trixie looks too depressed to bother reacting.
>Bon Bon and Lyra look at Dash with the intent to murder.
>Neither of them are a fan of sudden loud noises.
>Dash starts flailing her front legs in the air frantically; her eyes have the purest form of excitement.
>”IT’S HAPPENING!”


>You’ve haven’t seen Dash this excited since she’s met the Wonderbolts for the first time, what could possibly be happening right now?
>You would join her in the celebration, but you’re on the clock and Mrs. Cake doesn’t want another accident happening.
“What are you talking about, silly?”
>”ANON IS BACK AND HE’S FUCKING FLUTTERSHY!”
>For the first time since your existence, you are lost for words.
>A little spooked even, but couldn't be more happy.
>You wonder how he did that, sure you've got powers of your own that defy the laws of quantum physics, chemistry, math and anything deemed logical.
>You are literally the deity of nonsense, and yet, your powers couldn't get those two together.
>You look up at the ceiling.
“Thank you,” you whisper.
>Suddenly, God is your new best friend.
>That was fast, ask and you shall receive.
>Mrs. Cake comes out of the kitchen to confirm what she just heard.
>”WHAT?!”
>”YOU HEARD RIGHT! ANON IS GETTING HIM SOME PLOT RIGHT NOW AT HIS PLACE!”
>Bon Bon and Lyra look at each other and nod with a grin.
>”Operation Three to Tango is now a go, Lyra!”
>Berry snickers as she rolls out of her booth laughing her flank off.
>Trixie raises her head, eyes wide.
>”Tr-Trixie won the bet. She won… she won…"
>She devours her silly crinkle cupcake, with the paper wrapping and all with no effort.
>"I WON! HAHAHAHAH!”
>She steps down from her chair and prances her way out of the place.
>”TRIXIE IS RICH! YES!” She shouts while bursting out the doors.
>Ah, you forgot a lot of ponies had bets going on about when Anon will give in.
>Rainbow Dash flies out Sugarcube Corner going Celestia knows where.
>Why do you get the feeling that Anon just opened up the flood gates of pure chaos?
>"Because he did, Pinkie," some ominous voice says.
>You scan the room, unable to find the source of that voice.


-Meanwhile at the Carousel Boutique-

"Oh, Opal, get down from the kitchen counter would you? You're making me nervous."
>Your pet hops down from the table then prances off, her nose turned up.
>She almost got hurt the last time, you'd rather she not be in the kitchen at all.
>Rubbing your forehead, Opal sure can cause headaches sometimes.
>Today, you decided to take an early little lunch break from your hectic day.
>You sit at your kitchen table, enjoying your salad and glass of wine and humming a tune.
>You deserve it with good reason, too many orders to complete and just barely enough time to finish them.
>The amount of client orders you have to finish today is startling.
>However, you remain calm; you’re the best in the business so you know you don’t have to sweat it.
>So, why take this lunch break knowing you have a tremendous workload?
>It’s called a purposeful pause, helps clear the mind, gather your thoughts.
>Of course you’ll get it done on time, there’s no doubt about that, just not right away.
>Admittedly enough, moderation is the key here.
>Even though that’s true, you can’t seem to meet moderation on its terms with certain things lately.
>One being that you can’t seem to stop thinking about that human brute, Anonymous.
>There is no denying it; you miss your drinking buddy.
>The year where he was a total shut-in was dreadful for you and lonely.
>You get the feeling it’s going to be like this for another month thanks to Anon being under Fluttershy’s diet Dash told you about.
>Sigh internally.
>It would be nice if he showed his back bone every now and again.
>Some days, you’re not sure if he’s just beta or just goes with the flow with everything with ease.
>Still, you like him just the way he is.
>You’ll even go so far as to admit you were developing some feelings for him.
>Always made you smile even after your most stressful days.
>Constantly made you laugh at his jokes, even when you found them to be downright stupid.
>But the one thing that takes the cake, the one thing you can’t help but fall to the floor crying with tears of laughter is his reactions when pestering him.
>Such an animated creature.
>But it doesn’t stop there.


>It would be a bold face lie if you said you didn’t find him attractive whatsoever.
>That’s all you will say for now.
>Going down that road only results in your front hooves wondering to places that don’t need attention at the moment, you’re working right now.
>The point is that Anonymous is considered awesome in your book and you’re not one to use that word lightly, if at all.
>You would definitely swing ‘Celestia’s Gift’ his way if he wanted it.
>Having a lustful fling with Anonymous? You’ll sign up for that at a moment’s notice.
>But alas, he and his wishes should be respected.
>Not only that but unfortunately, Fluttershy called dibs on Anon.
>Ugh, what an irritating law.
>You’ll have to write Princess Celestia about that, ‘Dibs’ shouldn’t be a literal law.
>How did that come to be a law anyway?
>Equestria is just plain weird.
>Your front door flings open suddenly.
>The sound of the door hitting the wall made you jump.
>Dash flies into your kitchen waving her front legs around like a mad mare.
>”RARITY IT’S GOING DOWN RIGHT NOW!”
>You clear your throat and gesture for Dash to have a seat.
“Rainbow Dash, I’m right here, you needn’t yell.”
>Taking a seat, she looks at you with excitement in her eyes.
>Goodness, you haven’t seen her like this since she met the Wonderbolts for the first time.
>That was also the day you had an unexplained extreme craving for pasta.
“Now, would you care telling me why you nearly knocked my front door off its hinges? What is your malfunction?”
>She catches her breath for a moment.
>”Fluttershy, Anon...” She manages to get out.
>Oh they're back?
>Hmph, you’ll try not to take offense that Anon nor Fluttershy bothered visiting you to let you know they're back in town.
“Well thanks for the news, Dash.”
>She shakes her head ‘no’ violently.
>”That’s not all.”
“Oh? Well then what?”
>”Our work… Paid off… Anon… Fucking…”
>She said what?
“Say that again?”


>”Anon is fucking Fluttershy. Right now.”
>You blink a few times in disbelief, you have reason to assume your mind didn't process that correctly.
“You wot mare?”
>”I saw it with my own eyes."
>Huh and you think you know somep0ny…
>No wonder neither of them bothered to visit.
>This is good news. Oh delightful news.
>You’ll have to be patient; Fluttershy isn’t going to give Anon up so easily.
>”Did you hear me Rarity?”
>You put a hoof up, nodding calmly.
“Of course. Thanks for the update, Rainbow Dash.”
>”Not a problem.”
“Have you told anyp0ny else?”
>”Well I…kinda made a huge announcement at Sugarcube Corner,” she informs, while cringing.
>You facehoof hard enough to leave an imprint in your next life.
>You get the feeling this town will be drenched in utter madness from the news.
>"What's wrong, Rarity?"
"Dash you..."
>Shaking your head, you're having a tough time trying to chose your words carefully
"Idiot. Did you really just make an announcement about Anon being 'on the market' in the busiest food place in P0nyville?"
>"What? Nothings going to happen, Fluttershy called Dibs remember?"
>... Sadly.
"Even then, you realize that if Anon finally gives in, he would probably want to be as discreet as possible. He may as well toss that idea out the window."
>Dash's ears droop, seems the gravity of the situation finally sunk in.
>Rainbow Dash is a smart mare, she just doesn't take the time to think before she acts.
>"Oh right."
>She facehoofs. "Ugh I'm so stupid!"
"For your sake, you better hope Anon never finds out it was you that blurted out the news."
>You can see it in her eyes that she's internally kissing the friendship with Anon goodbye.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyp0ny."
>Even if there's no point to it, it wouldn't surprise you if all of Manehatten and Germaney knew about Anon giving in by sundown.


>You clear your throat.
"I appreciate the news, now Dash, if you'll be so kind, I have work that needs to be done."
>She hangs her head while stepping down from her seat and trots to the door.
>You can see the tears flowing down her face.
>Shaking her head, it's as if she's asking herself, "what have I done?"
>Sure you're sharing the same excitement about Anon finally giving in. You'd certainly would like to hear how that happened.
"Don't be so hard on yourself!" You shout to Dash.
>She makes a half enthusiastic nod then finally moves along and closes the door behind her.
>Since she's gone, you'll have to pick up the pace, you've got work to do.
>Now, question of the century...
>Planning on stealing Anon from one of your best friend is considered "work", right?

End of Part 16

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