>You are Anonymous.
>And today has been a bit of a strange day.
>Today is your day off and you've had to go out to the market to get all the fruit, veg and meat - You got the meat from the vendor at the edge of town, of course - and a few other bits and pieces.
>But one thing you noticed...
>That everywhere you looked, there seemed to be a yellow pegasus in the background, staring at you intently.
>At first you thought it was curiousity and just brushed it off as nothing.
>After the fourth time though, you got creeped out and hurried up with your plans and got back to your flat as soon as you possibly could.
>And you did so, rushing home with paper bags full of food to suffice for the week.
>When you got inside, that's where things started to get... Really weird.
>As you sat yourself down in your chair in the living room, your new stalker was at the window, staring at you.
>But when you walked up to the window, you swore you heard an "Eek!" and she flew off before you had the chance to say anything.
>Immediately after so you closed the windows and pulled the curtains across, a frown settling itself as you sat yourself back down in your chair.
>And this is where you are now, thinking about why this pony has decided to stalk you and what her plans are.
>Is she a human fetishist? You know one quite well, that minty green pony... Lyra? Mhm.
>She was downright fucked up, nothing more be said about it.
>Or is she just some sort of weird fan that's determined to follow you where ever you go?
>Or perhaps she's a sick murderer and rapist and is preparing herself for mutilating you in your sleep?
>...
>Well, you didn't need to sleep anyway!
>You sigh to yourself and place your head in your hands, hearing the gentle clop of hooves on the floor as Echo walks into the living room.
>"Hey Anon, something up?"
>You look up at her and stare, considering telling her about your stalker.
>If she wanted to murder you, then would she murder Echo if you told her?
>So many possibilities in play here... Christ...
>No Anon, calm down. You are in a world of colourful, technicolour ponies.
>These creatures are not capable of murder, for god's sake.
>...Or are they?
>Don't think about it don't think about it don't think abo-
>"Aaaaaanooooooooon? Caaaaaaan yoooou heaaaaaaar meeeeeee?"
"Yeah, sorry. I just spaced out."
>"While staring at me, hm? Kekeke..."
>Echo gives you an shit-eating grin while you just sigh and shake your head.
"Look, I have a serious problem and I need to talk to someone about it."
>Upon hearing this, Echo sits herself in front of you and stares gently, a look of curiousity on her face.
>"Well, let's hear it. I'm listening."
>You talk about the yellow pegasus following you around all day while you were at the market, and how you're concerned about it.
>Echo, the entire time, is amazingly quiet.
>Up until you suggest the "murder" thing.
>"Murder? MURDER? Are you kidding me, Anon?"
"No, I'm not. She-"
>"Bahahahahaha!"
>The bat pony bursts out laughing, rolling onto her back and flailing her fore and hind legs in the air.
>It's rather cute, but the whole laughing at you factor just cancels that out.
"Hahaha, laugh it up. When I'm kidnapped in the night you won't be laughing, will you?"
>"I'm sorry, I just... Murder, seriously? I've never heard of a pony just outright killing someone..."
>You let an irritatted sigh escape your lip as you stand up and step over Echo, moving off into the kitchen.
>You may as well start making dinner, and a cup of tea.
>As you walk, your gaze immediately locks itself onto the single window in the kitchen, waiting for your yellow stalker to appear.
>Seeing nothing, you shake your head a few times.
"I'm sure she was just curious, Anon... Don't worry about it..."
>You walk throughout the kitchen and grab pots and pans, only to realise you left the food bags in the living room.
>Sighing to yourself, you place everything on the grill and pace through to the said room, noticing Echo opening the curtains as you do.
>She turns to you with a gentle smirk set on her face, her eyes full of mischief.
>"What is it now, Anon? Seen her in the kitchen?"
"Fuck off, Echo."
>You grumble and walk down to the bags, resting beside your chair.
>You grip it's handle and pull them up, looking out at the window as you turn to leave the living room.
>She's there, staring in.
>Her pupils are pinpricks and her pink mane is... Frazzled? An- OH MY GOD ARE THOSE BLOOD STAINS?
>NOPE, FUCK THAT.
>You turn tail and get out of the living room as fast as you possibily can, walking into the kitchen.
>Immediately you close the window and twist the blind shut, letting a sigh of relief escape your thin, dry lips.
>Okay, it's true. She's a murderer and is out for you.
>Does she want your body to test on? Or does she feel like ripping out your in-
>Stop it right now, Anon. You're just getting stressed and seeing things... You need to calm down...
>Rubbing your eyes and shaking your head, you get out what you need for your planned dinner tonight - Spaghetti bolognese.
>Humming to yourself as you work, time passes quickly as you prepare the spaghetti and the mince, along with mushrooms for you.
>Echo can't stand mushrooms, and that gives you a reason to hide a few in her food, just so she eats them, with or without knowing.
>Eventually everything is ready and you dish out the food into some plates and place them upon your small table.
"Echo! Dinner's ready!"
>Without warning the bat pony barrels into the kitchen and dives up into her chair, while you slide out your specially made throne-like chair, designed just for you.
>And the two of you tuck in to your food, eating away happily.
>Once finished, Echo rushes back off to whatever you were doing and leaves you to cleaning up the dishes, which you do quickly.
>You just want to get to bed and sleep after everything that's happened today.
>After doing the boring chore and putting everything away you head up the stairs and strip yourself down to your birthday su-
>When your gaze meets the window, you are greeted by your stalker, staring intently at your [spoiler] hot monkey dick. [/spoiler]
>Nope, nope, nope, nope.
>You dash over to the window with the speed of the Kenyans and slide the curtains across like lightning, your eyes wide in their sockets.
>She's getting ready to rape you, and then murder you.
>She's checking your body out, just so she has an idea of what to do with y-
>Anonymous, you're over reacting.
>She's a figment of your imagination, conjured up by the stress that you've had for these last few days.
>You just need to rest and get to sleep.
>Nodding to yourself, you jump into bed and close your eyes, drifting off to sleep quickly.


>When you wake up and open your eyes, you notice tha- BRIGHT LIGHT, FUCK.
>You close your eyes, and then slowly open them, letting them adjust to the lamp thing above you.
>Once you adjust to the light, you note that you aren't in your bedroom anymore, but...
>...You don't know where you are.
>Fuck.
>Around you, all you can see is darkness, the lamp above you making a pool of light around for a few paces.
>You try to get up, only to find that you can't.
>You're strapped down, and naked.
>On what seems to be a... Metal bed thing.
>You, Anonymous, have come to a quick decision.
>You're going to die in here.
"Someone? Anyone, can you help me? PLEASE?"
>You yell out and wait for someone to call back, or for Echo to rush in and set you free.
>But that doesn't happen, no one replies.
>You're stuck here, as someone's play thing.
>"You've finally woke up!"
>You twist your head to the source of the gentle, almost-caring voice to see your stalker.
>Her blue eyes are still pinpricks and are still set onto you.
>But this time, she's pulling a car-
>Oh my fucking god, is that a strap-on?
>Sweet Jesus please help me in whatever may happen in the next however long I'll be raped for.
>"Finally I get to play with your hot body and your sweet [spoiler] monkey dick... [/spoiler]"
"How about you set me free and I pay you?"
>"Oh no no, Mr. Anonymous, all I want is that sweet dick of yours..."
>God damn, you're fucked.
>Literally.
>"But first of all, let's play with you a bit."
>The yellow pony grabs a purple strap-on from the cart and straps on it at crotch level.
>Once done, she trots up to you and grins almost malevolently, while you close your eyes and wait for your impending doom.
>Only, it doesn't come.
>Instead, you hear a rush of hooves from your left and a sudden "scream" - It was more like a whisper - from your to be rapist.
>You open your eyes and tilt your head up to see your savior, Echo, pinning the pegasus down to the floor. 
>"Why the hell do you want to rape Anonymous, you sick bitch?!"
>The bat pony yells at her, her fangs fully beared while she does that.
>Immediately the yellow pegasus eek's and shrinks back, closing her eyes.
"Echo, can you stop yelling at her and help me, perhaps?"
>Upon hearing her name, she glances at you and raises an eyebrow, then sighs and turns to the pony, grabbing the strap-on with a hoof.
>With ease she rips it away from her crotch and raises it, seeming ready to use it as a club.
>And she does.
>Echo quickly swings at the side of your to be rapist's head, knocking her out with the single swing.
>Once done, she drops the strap-on and rushes over to you, quickly undoing the straps holding you down.
>Immediately you sit up and grab the bat pony, embracing her in the tightest hug you possibly can.
"Thank you so much, Echo... You don't know how greatful I am, but one question..."
>"Yeah, what is it?"
>Her voice sounds a bit choked out, so you release your grip just a bit, and get a sigh of relief in return.
"How did you know where I was? I mean, I don't have a clu-"
>"We're in the barn at Sweet Apple Acres."
"....We are?"
>"Yeah."
"Oh."
>"But anyway, I heard something break from your room and rushed upstairs to see you being dragged away by a yellow pegasus. I decided to follow to see what she was doing, and well..."
"You saw all that?"
>"Pretty much."
>Makes sense.
"So, I think we should leave everything here. Just so Applejack can find her."
>"Devious! I like it, Anon, I like it..."
>You grin and stand up, following Echo as you exit the barn.
>"You do know you're naked, right?"
>She says as you walk outside into the fields, trees going on as far as the eye can see.
"Yeah, I do..."
>"Maybe I could, uh, wrap around your waist? To cover your stuff up?"
"What? No. That's weird."
>"...Please?"
"No."
>"And uh, Anon, next week is my estrus cycle. Just so you know."
>God damn it, Echo.