>Day Near-Sighted Distance Running in Equestria
>Be Nightlight
>You awake in an empty bed to the sound of counting
>Looking around, you find Anon on the floor doing push-ups
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?"
>"Recovering from so many missed days of exercise."
"What about your wounds?"
>Anon hops to his feet before flexing his chest
>"Feeling fine now. I even changed the dressing myself."
>Anon stands tall before you and smiles widely
>"Now that you had a few days to laze about yourself, we should double up on the training missed."
>You salute smartly from your laying position
"Right away, Sir!"
>You twist your bottom around and stand on the springing mattress before hopping to the floor
>"Grab some breakfast and then meet me outside. Do not put on anything heavy."
>Anon walks out into the afternoon sun with nothing but his pants on
>Doesn't matter to you too much as you grab a few apples and an orange 
>You demolish your breakfast in record time and brush your mane out
>There is no reason you should have a rat's nest today if other ponies are going to see you
>Stepping outside feels wonderful after being cooped in the garrison and you stretch your body out
>Anon spots you and slides to your position
>"Alright, Sentry! From now on, every morning, we will meet here and start a morning run, two and a half miles both ways. Understood?"
>He speaks to you as if this is the first time meeting and it makes you feel a little uncomfortable
>"Move out! If I beat you back here, you have to polish my armour."
>You grimace at the punishment, more for what has happened than what it entitles
"Sir, yes, Sir!"
>With that, the two of you set out for a run through the castle grounds
>To Anon's credit, he moves extremely well for somep0ny with only two legs
>You find yourself having to push hard to keep up and some of the jumping obstacles he passes through are hard on you
>Anon makes a wide leap over a ravine and lands with his usual grace
>You slow down a bit, out of concern of the distance, but can't stop yourself from leaping 
>You feel your body fall short and quickly spread your wings to cross the gap
>Landing on the other side, you wipe some sweat from your brow
>Anonymous stops and walks back to your location
>"Did I say you could use your wings in this exercise?!"
>You stare up at him
"N-no, Sir."
>"What did you say, sentry?!"
"No, Sir! No wings, Sir!"
>"Good! Ten push-ups for breaking the rules, go!"
>You drop to your hooves and begin 
>This seems slightly unfair to you as Anon never explicitly told you not to fly
>Ten push-ups go by quickly and you find your shoulders are a little tired
>"Alright, lets get back to running, three miles to go!"
>Anon seems to be filled with unnatural stamina and you try to keep up
>Two miles pass and you are feeling very drained already
>The third mile is a hard push as you hit your limits
>Anon taunts you from a few yards ahead
>"You must really want to shine my gear, sentry!"
>You really don't and put your willpower into every muscle
>Sadly, your will is not as strong as it could be
>Your trainer eventually disappears into the castle again and it takes you several minutes to finally meet back up
"O-K... that was... a good work out..."
>"Stand up straight, soldier! Slouching will get you ten push-ups!"
>You do as commanded and await further instructions
>"Now, tonight's lesson will be one that we will start now and practice every single day from here on."
"That lesson is, Sir?"
>"Tonight, we will practice readying yourself."
>That sounds easy enough, but it always sounds easier when you feel good
>You fetch your armor and stand before Anonymous
>"Now, show me how you would usually dress."
>A quick nod is all you need before you begin 
>First, your chain skirt goes over your back and neck
>Then you add the heavier segment around your neck that holds the chain in place
>You step into your heavy shoes and then carefully slip your helmet onto your head
>"Three minutes..."
"Is that good?"
>Anonymous is quiet for the moment and then gazes through you
>"In three minutes, I have scaled the wall, found my target and eliminated them. By the time you arrived, I have slipped away into the night without so much as a whisper."
>Your stomach knots at his words, but you do not show it
"So, any pointers?"
>"No, your form is fine, but you must move with haste! Now, take off your gear and try it again."
>You do as instructed, slowly increasing your speed with each passing drill
>At about the second hour, you are so tired that your flank hurts when you breathe
>"Better, much better... With a bit more practice, you should have it down in no time!"
"Yay..."
>You squeak a dull kind of squeak as you hang your armor up for the last time
>"This has been an excellent warm up for the week, wouldn't you agree?"
"Yes, Sir..."
>"Good! Now, let us clean you up and get some food. We will take an hour or so to recover and then I would like to start on that armour. Would hate to have you polishing all night."
>He smirks wickedly with you, but you really can't battle him
>Stepping into your room for the night, you sigh and stretch your sore body
>"I will draw your bath if you'd be so kind as to grab me my rations?"
>You nod at the easy task and Anon walks away
>It takes no time to pull up a package of Anon's meat snacks and you grab a few apples for yourself
>You munch on an apple slowly as you await Anon, but don't here the sound of water running
>As you approach the door, a retching noise reverbs off your sensitive ears
>You step into the small bathroom to see Anon laying against the toilet and puking up something yellow and glittery
>He stops for a moment and looks at you with heavy eyes
>"Don't... Don't look.. it's-"
>His cheeks swell and he quickly ducks his face back into the bowl
>You hear a spit and an angry sigh before Anon looks up again
>"Get out... I'll have the bath ready... soon..."
"What's happening? Are you sick?"
>Anon's throat shines a little with a yellow dust and his lips have the same staining ring around them
>It looks like unicorn magic, but something is wrong with the way it is reacting
"Oh Celestia... You can't digest magic, can you?"
>"Astute... as ever..."
>You think about the implications for a moment until the smell of raw energy and the sound of heaving fills the air
"Does this happen often?"
>Anon doesn't lift his face from the toilet this time and speaks in a pained way
>"As often... as... I... need... advanced... medicine..."
>Without his shirt, you watch his lungs rise and fall in deep breaths and his stomach curls tightly into his rib cage
"Does it... hurt?"
>"In a way... you wouldn't... believe..."
>It takes him a few moments, but he does rise up to his full height again
>"Sorry you had to see that. I was... was hoping you wouldn't."
"It's good to know this though. After all, I'm still your caretaker."
>"I don't think you are now that I can stand on my own again."
"What if I still choose to be?"
>Anon freezes and looks at you carefully
>Something about the way he stares at you makes you feel strange
>"I suppose, if you will make it harder for me to -not- accept you help. You may still be my caretaker."
>You smirk from the corner of your mouth 
"You look... tired? Let me make the bath and you go eat your food. I have it prepped on the table by the bed already."
>A large smile crosses your features as Anon seems to comply 
>With some sense of what you are doing, you begin running some warm water and hum to yourself
>You step out to see Anon sitting on the edge of the bed, but his food remains untouched
>All the vomiting must be putting him off and you agree with his actions
>The bath fills up to a little over half and you cut the water
"Anon! The baths ready!"
>He staggers in looking a little strained before disrobing
>You squeak and turn your face from him
>"Hah... this bothers you... now?"
"It doesn't! I... I just never seen you undress yourself."
>He almost laughs, but only a pleased groan escapes him
>He steps in and lays back in the tub until he sinks just below his waist
>"You coming?"
"Um... yeah! Of course..."
>You carefully climb into the tub to find it a bit more cramped than it appeared
"OK, lets get your face cleaned up."
>The sponge disks returns as you begin to scrub Anon clean
>He doesn't protest as much as before and you enjoy your work while you can
>"You did well today... How do your legs feel?"
"Oh, good, a little tired, but not bad."
>"Excellent, we'll be doing it again tomorrow, same time."
>You wash down to Anon's abs and admire the nicely defined muscles
>The soap and water run over his skin in a pleasing way, like watching rain drip down the a slate roof
>"Ah, that feels incredible."
>You look up to him and beam
"Thanks for cooperating tonight."
>"Lets do you next."
>If only out of politeness, you allow Anon to take the sponge from you
>He sits up and draws you closer to his body before rubbing the sponge down your mane
>"What do you think of my spear?"
>You look down between his legs quickly and your eyes open wide in surprise
"Um, are you feeling up to that right now?"
>"What? Of course! Combat is vital to discuss."
"Wait, what?"
>"I asked you what do you think of my weapon? I had one commissioned for you as well so that I may train you to use a spear."
"Oh... I thought... Ha, Ok, yeah. No, no, a spear is fine."
>"Good, do you have any practice in armed combat?"
"Not in the service of guards, no. I got into a good scrap with a timberwolf once."
>"Hmm, do you have any formal weapon training?"
"No, I do not..."
>Anon wrings the sponge over your head and lets the soap and water wash away
>His hands work through your mane and clean you in a way that puts unicorn massage parlors to shame
>Something about the feeling of being touched like this causes your head to spin a bit and you relax in no time
>"There we are, nice and clean."
>You look up at Anon as he begins to run his hands down you flanks and to your bottom
"Thank you... this is a nice bath."
>"No, no, thank you for the assistance."
"Whoa, did you throw up your brain back there? Since when do you -like- when I help you?"
>"I never said I was an easy person to work with. I am usually quite grateful at the end of the day, however."
>Anon scratches at your rump with his dull nails and smoothes the fur down your rear legs
>His hands take your tail next and begin cleaning each strand in his grip
>"We should probably cut your tail shorter."
"What? I like my tail!"
>"It attracts too much dirt and a long tail could prove hazardous. It is an advantage for an enemy."
"How do you figure that?"
>Anon looks you over with a bit of a grin on his face
>"Say, for instance, that I was your assailant. I would simply have to step to your side..."
>He tightly squeezes you by the dock of your tail and lifts it upward
>"... And grab this lovely tail of yours. Now, from this close, it may seem all too easy, however, if you leave it so long, I will have more tail available to grab."
>He doesn't let go after finishing his example
>You fidget a bit, but Anon seems intent on stroking you at the base
"O-Ok, I get it... b-but, it took so-o long to g-grow..."
>Anon's hands tease your sensitive tail stub a while longer
>"We could always bind it. Assuming you do not mind that idea?"
>You hardly listen as Anon's free hand strokes down your neck
"I've n-never done t-that..."
>A squeak erupts from you when you feel Anon's hand grip one side of your butt
"OK... we'll t-try that..."
>"It is not a permanent sort of thing, but I am very good at it..."
>His fingers brush against your sensitive slit and make you quiver with anticipation
>It probes around for a moment and you feel it right at the tip of your warm entrance
>Your tongue traces your lips as you ready to feel something slide into you
>Anon suddenly stands, much to your dismay, and leaves you in the tub with a burning new problem
>You look up to see his maleness pass just inches from your muzzle as he exits the tub
>"Come."
>He grabs a towel and exits the bathroom
>You groan to yourself as you follow him
"I was trying..."
>You stomp out into the cool air and try to maintain your composure
>Anon stands before you with a long, dark purple band in his hand
>"This is the wrap we use. Turn around, please."
>You do as commanded, not entirely sure what to think
>Again you feel Anon's strong hand grip your dock
>It feels so good and you try to calm yourself
>The piece of cloth lays across you back and Anon begins to wrap up your tail
>You feel a little tugging sensation as he begins to fold your long tail in half and ties up the first bundle
>Pull after agonizing pull makes you whine as your body drips down your haunches
>What you wouldn't give for Anonymous to just shove his fingers in you right now
>Time passes and you continue to moan until the last of the binding is placed
>Anon gives it a short tug and you almost lose your balance in bliss
>"There we are, that didn't take too long. Hmm, something seems off..."
>You turn your head and look back at him with a hint of concern before his hand sweeps around and strikes your rump
>It is impossible at that point to suppress a guttural moan and you feel a heavy drip fall from your puffy nethers
>"... Ah, that was the sound I was looking for! How do you feel?"
"S-So hot... Anon, stop teasing me already!"
>"I meant about the tail binding?"
>You are desperate now and lunge backwards into him
>Warm skin rubs against your wet snatch and you moan happily
>"Eager tonight... I would hate to keep a lady waiting."
>Anon lifts your tail easily in its new casing and rubs a finger under your boiling marehood
>You await a finger or two, but are surprised to feel something cool and wet first
"Ah~! That tongue... Oh, Celestia, that tongue!"
>You greedily back up into his face in an effort to feel his warm mouth on your horny lips
"Deeper, please... I need this so bad..."
>His hands spread your backside widely and he works you over like an ice cream treat
>Anon plants one delicious, sloppy kiss after another against your drooling hole without rest and you hump back with as much effort
>Your stomach tightens up a little and your rump tenses, but Anon doesn't slow
>With a grunt and a pop, Anon makes you hit your peak 
>Your mind swims as you twitch and sputter against Anon 
>He continues to suck and drink from you as if you were the last drop of water in the canteen
>Your spazzing body can barely stand as soft lips press hungrily into your slick crevice and a firm tongue cleans your insides
>As your wellspring slows to a trickle, Anon sits up and smiles
>He wipes his face on his arm and looks you over
"Oh... my... Can't breathe..."
>"Glad you enjoyed it. You taste like distilled apple juice... I do so love apple juice."
>You want to say something right now, but your voice is useless
>It takes a few moments, but you eventual get your neck to crane enough to see Anon smiling at you
"Do you... Do you want something? I... I'm your... your caretaker..."
>You pant roughly, but try to look enticing all the same
>"I am not certain, actually. How are you feeling?"
"So good... my skin's on fire."
>"I suppose the next question would be; how much further do you wish to go?"
>Your heart races for a moment and you lust addled mind screams for more without care
"Take me... I want... I want to be your mare... Make me yours."
>Anon is quiet for a moment and the seconds pass by like hours
>You think you may have went too far until you feel something warm pressing into your backside
>His imposing form easily covers your small frame and you swallow both fear and excitement in one swift gulp
>"Is this your first time?"
"Y-yes... but, I want this... I want you..."
>"I'll be gentle. If you want to stop at any time, just say so."
>You're a virgin for the next few seconds and everything seems so surreal 
>The world moves in slow motion as Anon's hands grip your plush butt and you feel his thick sex for the first time
>It's hard to breathe as you anxiously wait 
>With a small push, your old life is taken from you in the most beautiful way imaginable
>Anon rests inside you for the moment as your eyes cross in satisfaction
>He makes some throaty groan that almost sounds like pain before slowly pulling away
>Another push forward jiggles your body as you begin to make love for the first time in your young life
>Nothing matters at that very moment except how good and right a male feels inside
>The heat of you rubbing together ignites the deepest reaches of your body and you boil over with passion
>Every solid thrust makes your spine tingle and your wings spread painfully wide
>You want this feeling to last forever as he works deeper with each hip-shaking pump until you finally feel his waist pressing against you
>He leans over your back and you support his weight easily, even comfortably, as he pistons you for all he's worth
>You throw your head back and meet with his own
>Your enthusiasm knows no bounds as he kisses you strong and deep
>Every inch of flesh that Anon touches burns with aching need and you feel another wet orgasm building at your core
>The kiss breaks as you whinny against your own will and push out sweltering jets of maregasm 
>It feels even more amazing when you realize that Anon is still pound on your body throughout it all
>There is a moment where you blank out and become one with nothingness in your mad quest for sexual enlightenment
>It lasts only so long before your hips ache and remind you of the hot invader spreading you widely
>Anon picks up his pace to a point where the sound of your moist backside echoes loudly in the quiet air until he jerks roughly and drives every inch of his love into you
>The most amazing feeling of hot spunk begins pouring into your body and Anon's hands clench your butt unreasonably tight
>He gives you a short, sharp thrust only to feel another creamy jet force itself into you
>Your belly is absolutely stuffed by the time Anon calms enough to realize how hard he's holding you
"A-Anon..."
>"Shh... Don't speak... I know just what you're thinking."
>He sits still for the moment as your vaginal muscles flex and pulsate around his thick meat
>It takes a few minutes to let him slip from you along with a pint of your combined love
"We... we're going to need to bathe again..."
>"Yes... in the morning..."
>There is no pony, or human, that you would rather have had for your first time than Anon
>You look at him with tired eyes and he smiles
"I think I love you, Anon."
>"I think I can accept that, Night."
"Promise me that when our training is over, we won't be?"
>He rubs your mane and side tenderly before kissing the back of your neck
>"Promise me you won't hate me when our training is over and we'll work something out."
>You don't think you could ever hate Anonymous
>"Oh, and since we got a little carried away, I'll remind you. Tomorrow, armour polishing on both our suits."
>Correction, you don't think you can hate him for any extended period of time
>He kisses your neck once more before lifting himself off you and you turn to him quickly
"Is it alright if we share your bed tonight?"
>He chuckles lightly
>"I'd be offended if you didn't."
>You climb onto Anon's small bed and lay down
>He works his way around you and weaves himself through your legs
>You both smell like sex, sweat and apple and it makes you sigh happily
"Goodnight, Anon."
>"Goodnight, my dear."
>Love is a strange kind of tired