Shorts that never saw the light of day again.

>Day court starts
>"This is can solved by be nice."
>Celestia gives a confident nod and a wide smile to the Griffon relations officer.
>"B-but... Princess? There have been quite a few raids on our cargo trains, and I'm not sure how..." 
>He trails off while Sunhorse gazes attentively.
>After a brief staring contest, the officer leaves the throne room grumbling.
>Celestia turns to you with a confident smirk while raising an eyebrow as if to say, 'Did you see that? Nailed it.'
>You sigh and shake your head.
>You probably should not have let her "proving to you I am can princess."
>She had been stumbling through sentences all morning, and showed no signs of getting better.
>Worse, if anything.
>Before she can hear the next grievance, you step in.
"Sunbutt, it's time to stop."
>"What? I have keep smooth day proceedsings!" She fluffs herself up indignantly, preparing for the next pony
>Not on my watch
>Your arms wrap around her from behind, giving you free reign to nibble on an exposed ear
>A heavy shade of red lights her muzzle as she releases a small stifled moan
"No one can understand you. Just let Luna take over for a while; maybe just until you feel better."
>Sunhorse hangs her head and pouts at you, only earning her an annoyed eyebrow raise.
>"I am suppose..." 
>You chuckle and scratch behind her ear while leading her away from the throne.
>After the two of you arrive at her chambers, Celestia turns to you with a sly grin and a mild blush.
>"You are being play games of danger in the throne rooming. Are you ready to be breed, Anon?"
>Your Sunbutt wasn't completely out of commission just yet.
>Dawn of the second day
>You awake in Celestia’s bed to find that your breeding partner is missing, leaving you a bit lonely and cold without her pressed against you.
>You assume she has just gone to freshen up and worm your way out of the blankets’ fuzzy embrace.
>You could use a bit of freshening as well.
>Celestia had been a little more enthusiastic than usual, and kept saying things like, “Continuing Anon, this is of adequate~”
>Sheets and pillows were strewn across the floor, many of which would glow under a blacklight.
>Maybe a good night of pleasure and relaxation fixed her speech problem?
>Eager to find out, you rush through your morning routine in the royal washroom before-
>*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
>Too loud!
>”Anonymous! Our sister is not well!” a voice only recognizable as the princess of the night rings out from behind the chamber entrance.
>You approach the door and grasp the handle only to have Luna slam the door into your face, knocking you onto your ass.
>Blood is running from your nose.
>Thanks.
>Luna’s disposition of worry shifts to one of mild embarrassment as she notices the state and smell of the room.
>Yeah, soak it in.
>Luna collects herself and clears her throat.
>”Y-yes, and we have been! Our belligerent sister insists upon raising the sun, but we haven’t seen her struggle this much since she was a filly! Long did we plead, but to no avail.”
>You turn your attention out the balcony and notice that the rising sun was a bit… wobbly.
“Looks like we need to have a chat with old Sunbutt.”
>The walk through the castle was a short one; you had to nearly run to keep up with Luna.
>You arrive at the courtyard, where Celestia had placed herself in the middle of several rows of hedges.
>The look of strain on her face was obvious.
“Celly, what are you doing out here? I thought we agreed to let Luna handle things for a while.”
>She turns to you with a mixed expression of guilt and resolve, while still maintaining the sun’s gradual climb.
>”I am to be raise the sun, yes? Sun princess?” Celestia turns away to focus on her task.
>You feel a wave of feels wash over you as you contemplate the position you had put her in.
>Without raising the sun and princess duties, she was merely a pretty white pony with wings and a horn.
>To some, but not to you.
“Luna, be ready to catch the sun.”
>Luna deadpans.
>”Anonymous, that is not how it works. What are you planning to do to our sister? Anonymous?!”
>Celestia was, as always, easy to sneak up on, which is probably why her kingdom got attacked so many times.
>You reach one arm around her and hoist her off the ground onto your shoulder, rear first.
>”Eep! Anon, for why have this happen? The sun-“ 
“Is perfectly fine with Luna (probably.) You need to fix yourself before coming back to this kind of stuff.”
>”I am believe I am to be health!”
“Not even close. I’m taking you to a doctor, and we’re getting you looked at.”
>The Sunhorse’s wings start to unfurl, one pressing up against your face.
>”Someone else could to be looking at me~. You are in aware of my like your assertion~.”
>Oh boy.
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>Tirek has the princesses in his magical grip, having just discovered their ruse.
>Ripping open a portal to tartarus, he pauses before banishing them as a faint sound reaches his ears.
>Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
>Recognising the sound of a heavy set two-legged gait, Tirek decides to mock his alicorn captives before dealing with them.
"A single minotaur guard? THIS is your final play? It's practically an insult."
>Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
>A shadow falls over the entrance to the throne room, the creature casting it still out of sight.
"Hah! And it's only a runt too scared to show his face! Pathetic!"
>Chh Chh
>The centaur cocks his head in confusion as Luna's eyes widen, the latter recognising the distinct sound.
"SISTER, CADENCE, SHUT YOUR EYES AND COVER YOUR EARS.!"
>Tirek whirls around at the sudden outburst.
"What?!"
>StompStompStompStompStompStompStomp
>Whirling around a second time, Tirek only has a moment to take in the sight of what appears to be a green boulder barreling towards him before his head explodes in a shower of gore, the sound of a 12-gauge shotgun producing some chunky salsa echoing through the throne room as the three alicorns drop unceremoniously to the floor.
>Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
>....
>Celestia cracks an eye open, curiousity winning out against her better judgement.
>She immediately regrets the decision.
>A series of cracks run from the entrance up to a few metres away from Tirek, the centaur himself sprawled on the ground in an unnatural position while a figure (Anon, a small part of her mind provides) wearing green full body armor seems to be observing a nearby window.
>Oh, and Tirek's head is missing several pieces, that's a thing.
>Those bloodstains will take forever to wash out.
>As she spots his left horn laying on the ground a short distance away, her body decides that is an appropriate point to begin evacuating her breakfast.
>Crash.
>Looking up from the remains of what used to be several pancakes, Celestia observes Anon with both fists through a stained glass window, his strange weapon laying on the ground next to him.
"Grk!"
>Crack
"ARGH"
>Walking backwards, Anon drags the draconequus into the throne room proper, one hand clutching one of his horns, the other firmly wrapped around his neck.
>Bringing the sharp horn up to one of Discords eyes, Anon finally speaks in an unnaturally monotone voice, slightly altered by the helmet he was wearing but still recognisable.
>"Be glad this world has mellowed me out in the time i've been here."
>Trying to put the bloodied mess of her biggest nightmare out of her mind, Celestia calls out to Anon as she walks over to him.
"How did you do that?"
>"Gut feeling, i guess hell runes work just as well on chaos magic."
>Looking down at the draconequus slowly turning blue before her, she makes a decision.
"Let him breathe."
>Still restrained but with airways clear, Discord gasps and chokes for air.
"Tha-hank yo-"
>The sound of a metal clad hoof stomping the floor dangerously close to his head stops him in his tracks.
"Discord."
>Eye's turned to the Princess of the Sun, he barely suppresses a shudder at the glare he was recieving.
"I do not know your reasons for betraying us, and quite frankly i do not care."
"B-but i-"
"We trusted you, EVERYPONY trusted you, and you spat on that trust the first chance you had."
"Actions have consequences Discord, i believe it's time you learned that."
"Anon, these runes you spoke of, can they be copied?"
>Silently observing their one-sided exchange up to now, the human thinks for a moment before nodding.
>"I dont see why not, make sure they're powered by enough energy and they should work just fine."
"Good, please continue restraining him in the meanwhile, it should not take long for a Collar and Manacles to be forged."
>Turning back towards her Sister and Niece, the latter currently re-living her breakfast while the former rubs her back soothingly, Celestia is stopped short by the sound of Anon's voice, it's previous monotone now replaced with a more familar warmth.
>"Hey. I'm sorry you had to see that, i know that's not how things are normally done around here."
>The fact he said 'I'm sorry you had to see that.' and not, 'I'm sorry i had to do that.' drifts through her mind before she replies.
"It's okay, you did what you thought was best."
>The fact that she doesnt agree with his methods is left unsaid as she continues walking towards her fellow alicorns, pointedly not looking at the rapidly cooling remains of Equestria's biggest threat.
>She cant help but think they may have simply traded him for a bigger one.
"Sister, do not trouble your mind with malignant fantasy."
>Pulled from her thoughts by the sound of her siblings voice, Celestia realises she's on the recieving end of flat stare.
"I did not know you could read thoughts in the wakened world Luna."
>Rolling her eyes while continuing to comfort cadence, the moon princess lets out a small huff.
"Only yours dear sister, I know full well what troubles you as it's the same thing I thought of when i first walked through one of Anon's dreams."
>Eyes dropping down to a random spot on the floor, her voice gaining a somber edge, she continues.
"He has experienced horrors that defy imagination dear sister, the very fact he is able to talk with us, laugh with us, LIVE with us and be our FRIEND, is a testament to his strength of will, character, and kindness,"
>Her gaze coming back up from the floor, the sun princess gapes slightly as Luna's eyes glisten with unshed tears.
"He just wants to rest, Sister, why must fate be so cruel as to deny him even that?"
>Wrapping her wings around Sister and Niece both, Celestia hugs them tightly, unable to shield them from the world, but trying to convey what little comfort she was able.
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>Scent plays a large part of pony culture. 
>You know this, but have some trouble telling scents apart since all ponies seem to have the same pleasant 'feminine' smell that you can't place.
>By now, you're already in a relationship because an opportunistic mare asked you out.
>One day, your mare has an odd request.
>She wants you to cum in her chest tuft. 
>So like any good bf, you do it. 
>The thing about pony tufts is that they hold scents remarkably well. 
>So even after the cum is washed out, the smell is going to stay for several days.
>You have no idea that she's going to strut through town the next day with a cloud of your testosterone filled stank as a badge that screams "Look at me my mate is both virile and daring."
>Most of the ponies she passes are left hot under the collar after catching a whiff.

>Wear clothes all the time
>Your scent is masked by it constantly as momma didnt raise no dirty boi.
>Help out with some random task in the sun for a couple hours.
>On your way home for a shower you've blissfully unaware of the mare populations suddenly acquired clothes fetish.
>"No WONDER he wears those all the time, they'd never get anything done otherwise!"
>"Oh my gosh he's like a big sexy present just casually walking around."
>"Girls, we should be rational about this, he's still anon at the end of the day and we shouldnt treat him as an object."
>The next day anon asks Twilight whether equestria has any problems with gnomes, as all his undergarments appear to have gone missing.
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>If you so much as even hint at being gay, they send the pony gestapo to your house
>A squadron of highly trained sexual combat mares break down your door and forcefully drain your balls until you're straight again
>Anon loudly proclaims his faggotry once a week

>"Gay again this week, Anon?"
"Yes ma'am."
>"One might think you're taking advantage of the system."
"I would never! I am a law abiding citizen, I assure you."
>"That's why you're gay for the 27th time this year? It's a wonder you haven't been banished already~"
"Oh! I prepared some refreshments, by the way."
>"Stud Light! My favorite!"
"I knew you would approve, officer."
>"You know, if you keep breaking the law like this I might have to quit the force and be a full-time supervisor to your rehabilitation."
"I was hoping you'd say that."
>You get to one knee and present a pair of cuffs
"Will you be my warden and keep me on the straight and narrow from now until the end of my sentence?"
>She tears up
>"It's a life sentence, you know."
"And I'd not spend it under the watchful gaze of anyone but you."
>And they fugged happily ever after

>"Virgins, hm? Get the rookie on it!"
>Doorbell rings
>Way-too-enthusiastic guard behind it
>Has no idea what she's doing
>Smile as she struggles with your zipper
>"Oh right, your profile also said you like dirty talk. Um, you know, it would be super keen if you stopped being gay."
"I don't know..."
>"Either stop liking cock or I'll, uh, rut you 'til you drop!"
>Turns out dirty talk for her is playing good cop bad cop
>You inform her it would work better if she had a second cop to play one of those parts
>This might have broken her as you swear you can see the cogs stop turning behind her now cross-eyed peepers
>Her snootle scrunches up in adorable confusion
>Unable to help yourself, you reach out and boop it
>Surprisingly, she reboots!
>"I- I will be the one asking the questions around here!"
"Do you even have any questions for me that you can't find the answers to in my profile?"
>"Yes, um... h-how do you-"
"You mean to tell me you're in the sexual forces and you don't know?"
>"Hnnng, please don't tell my CO! I was supposed to take fellatio classes but all the training dildos were already taken so I had to practice on a carrot... but it was part of my lunch so I ended up eating it instead!"
>Oh god, your heart
"Don't worry, I'll teach you how."
>"Really?! Actually... is it okay for me to be taking lessons on such crucial techniques from a civilian?"
"Sure it is! Don't worry, I spent most of my adult life shitposting on an anonymous imageboard dedicated to little girl's cartoons. I know all about dick sucking!"
>"Wow, no wonder you're so gay!"
"Ye- ...Yes, that's exactly it."
>She gives you a salute
>"I'm ready to learn!"
"Alright. Stand on your head."
>"L-Like this?"
"Now quack like a duck."
>"Quack! Quack! Quack!"
>Oh god, she's actually doing it
"Okay, stop. I can't do this. I can't fuck you, you're too cute."
>"What?! But I have to fu- d-do naughty things to you to turn you straight again!"
"Don't worry, you've chased away the gay with all that beetus you're throwing my way."
>"Really?"
"I haven't the slightest desire to suck any cocks. You're really that good at your job."
>She hoofpumps and does a little celebratory dance
>"Yay! Now the chief is sure to give me a gold star in excellence!"
>She strikes a pose
>"Now off to my next job to dispense sexual justice!"
>wat
>no
>You must protect that innocence
"I'll join you."
>"Huh?"
"I feel so rehabilitated that I must share my story with the world!"
>"I dunno, that goes against code..."
"Think of it, wouldn't my complete turnaround serve as inspiration to others to stop their criminally faggoty ways?"
>"Hey, yeah! That sounds like a great idea!"
>And so you became partners in crime- er, justice
>It wasn't long before you were taken on officially and decorated as the best officer the force has ever seen
>Turns out having a six-foot biped crashing through your door screaming that he's going to suck your dick is enough to scare the gay out of anypony
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>Anonpone becomes a member of the Royal Guard
>He's a total pussy who couldn't fight his way out of paper bag; the only reason he joined was to get to the mirror
>He wants to be a human, just like in his cartoon show for little colts
>The portal is open for a brief moment, and he jumps in immediately
>For whatever reason, he's still a pony
>Fuck
>And the portal closed behind him, and probably won't open again for another century or something
>Double fuck
>And nobody can understand him for some reason, and think he's a stray animal
>Triple fuck
>While on the run, he happens across Sunset Shimmer, who of course speaks horse
>She lets him stay with her, on the condition that he pretends to be her pet around other people
>He's not to happy about it, especially the leash he has to wear when they go outside
>But Sunset is actually enjoying it quite a bit
>The idea of having an intelligent being as her pet kinda turns her on a little
>The fact that everyone except her sees him as a dumb animal ignites a furious blaze in her panties
>She starts to treat him more and more as an actual pet, and there isn't really anything he can do about it
>She's literally the only person who understand him; she's all he has
>It's either be her pet, or compete for scraps on the streets with stray dogs and cats

>The portal gleamed at him.
>Begging to be used.
>Anon glanced around him, the hall was barren.
>The steady clip-clop of his hooves on the polished floor followed him as he stepped up to the portal.
>A regular mirror, reflecting his green coat, gleaming golden armor, and black mane seemed to sit before him.
>He knew better.
>This was his chance, his one way back to being a Human.
>It would be open for another day, at most, then it would close.
>He had to.
>Anon couldn't simply walk away- he had put too much effort into becoming a Royal Knight to simply give up now.
>The glass rippled under his hoof like water.
>It wasn't cool, nor warm, but he could feel the energy.
>A gently buzz hummed through him, rattling his leg ever so slightly.
>In for a penny, he thought.
>Another glance around; the hall containing the magic mirror was still empty.
>Anon closed his eyes, taking in a shuddering breath.
>This was it.
>He was gonna do it.
>Anon blew out a breath, his shoulders slouching as he set his hoof on the ground.
>Spinning around, he prepared to stalk away from the portal.
>Jumping a little, Anon glanced around.
>His hindquarters had impacted the now dangerously wobbling mirror.
>A noise of surprise and a quick flash of magic, and the toppling mirror cast him into a brand new world.
>Before he could get all the way through to the other side, the mirror hit the ground, shattering into a thousand pieces.
>A breath.
>Anon's eyes opened.
>Dull, aching throbs covered him from head to hoof.
>He moaned in pain, certain that his armor- and, for that matter, his body- were now covered in bruises.
>In between being thrown through the portal and being thrown out, he had tumbled around in an otherwise infinitely large space.
>That didn't mean it didn't hurt, though.
"Oh my... Poor little horsie, did someone hurt you?"
>A soft feminine voice, barely audible over the pounding in his head.
>Familiar as it was, Anon couldn't place it until she turned him over.
>Fluttershy, or what looked like a taller, skinnier, less equine Fluttershy stared down at him.
>Her bright blue eyes were filled with concern for him.
"Y-yeah I think I'll be alright."
>His voice wasn't overly loud, nor was it well enunciated, yet it was still audible.
>Fluttershy bit her lip, seemingly ignoring him.
>Odd.
>Fluttershy hooked her arms around his back, lifting him up much like a baby.
>Anon blushed, well aware of the warm, soft bumps pressing into his side.
>With another thin groan of pain, Anon relaxed into Fluttershy's soft grip.
>Hopefully when he woke up the pain would leave him.
>He awoke in a soft bed, caressed in fluffy blankets and with a drowsy, muddled fog covering his mind.
>The pain was now just a distant throb that lingered around him, gone was the stabbing pain that crippled him. 
>He could feel someone above him, even in his muddled state.
>His attempts to look up were stopped by a warm hand pressing against his neck, forcing his face back down onto the pillow.
"Don't move around too much little guy, Fluttershy said you took a bad fall."
>The voice was unfamiliar to him, but he complied none the less.
>It hurt to move.
"You're in my home. I'm the one who's going to be taking care of you."
>Anon groaned in reply.
>Another beat, and he finally worked a kink out of his jaw.
"Thanks."
>The hand, now resting gently on his neck, jerked in surprise.
"I... Understand you? Fluttershy said you came out of the portal... I just had no idea you would still be speaking a language I could understand."
>The shock was evident in the stranger's voice.
>Despite the protests of his body, Anon rolled around to look at the girl above him.
>Her hair was short, cut to just above her shoulders with a red and yellow motif.
>It stood out starkly against the dim lighting of the room.
>She was staring at him oddly.
"...Are you hungry?"
>Anon nodded lightly, wincing at the phantom pain that pierced his neck.
"Here, try and sit up. I made you some soup earlier, for when you woke back up, but I'd really rather not spill it on you by feeding you on your back."
>Anon didn't respond, instead he let out a tired groan, his muscles protesting as he lifted himself up.
>His muscles protested loudly, but his stomach roared, demanding to be fed.
>Ultimately, his stomach won out.
>Anon sat back on his haunches and gave her a dreary look.
>She was holding out a spoonful of vegetable soup, waiting for him to drink it down.
>He did so quickly, and before long the woman before him was refilling the spoon over and over.
"I'm Sunset by the way."
"Anon."
>Anon winced at the gruff, grave tone his voice took on, but there was no way to get around it.
"Nice to meet you."
>Sunset smiled softly at him, setting the spoon in the now empty bowl and reaching up to ruffle the top of his unkempt mane.
>Anon sighed in pleasure, Sunset knew just where to scratch.
"So, you're from Equestria too?"
>Sunset nodded at his question, setting the bowl on the end table next to her.
"Yes. I found the situation here to be better than in Equestria."
>She was evasive and shifty eyed in her answer, but Anon wasn't going to ask.
>His answer would sound much the same as hers, at any rate, for leaving Equestria.
"So... There's some bad news."
>She seemed awkward in announcing that, Anon mused, no doubt she didn't know when to bring it up.
"The portal back is closed. More accurately, the statue the portal is located in, is crumbled."
>Anon hummed in thought.
"Mirror fell over on me, got sent through. Broke before I could get all the way through."
>Sunset's eyebrows lifted up.
"Probably why you're still a pony. There's also some more... Well, news."
>He twitched his hoof, telling her to go on.
"The laws here are a lot more strict than in Equestria-- here, you're a pet, and no one can understand you. I've, if you're agreeable, decided to take you in."
>Anon's jaw fell open.
>Ignoring the twinge of pain, he looked away with a blush.
>The connotations of being a "pet" flustered him, though Sunset misinterpreted.
"T-that's not what I mean! I'll treat you just like a pony! I would never treat you like an, well, an actual pet..."
>Thankful for being misinterpreted, Anon cleared his throat.
"Of course I'll accept, I really have no where else to go. Being a pet is better than living out on the streets, right?"
>Sunset nodded agreement, a relieved look on her face.
"That's all I really needed to talk to you about. I'll come in later to check on you, for now you should get some rest."
>Anon was quick to agree.
>Anon yawned, smacking his lips as he sat up.
>Sunset was already gone.
>Off to High School, he knew.
>Just as she had the last four days.
>In between sleeping and eating, Anon hadn't done much.
>The soreness in his body left him mostly incapacitated.
>He had mostly finished healing, and with that, came a bit of cabin fever.
>In the business week between his arrival here, Anon had yet to go outside.
>The change, from being a Princess' Guard that patrolled a kingdom, to a house pet, was a large one.
>Anon's hooves click-clacked against the tiled floor of Sunset's apartment.
>He hopped up onto the couch and clicked on the television, sinking down into a comfortable position.
>Anon settled in, flicking the television to a random channel and relaxing into a blissful unconscious.

>Sunset trudged into her apartment,
>She sighed, wiping a hand down her face and kicking off her boots.
>The skittering of hooves on tile and a greeting welcomed her.
>Right, Anon was staying with her.
>He was in front of her now, staring up from his position on the floor with his wide, black eyes.
>Sunset grunted her greeting.
>She stepped past him, even as he tried getting her attention, and plopped down on her couch.
>Sunset blew out a breath and sunk into the soft leather.
>Anon hopped up next to her, an annoyed look on his face.
"Are you even listening to me?"
>She shrugged, wincing as she brought her sore legs up to rest on the coffee table in front of her.
"Not really. Whadya want?"
>Anon snorted, pinning Sunset with a look.
"I said I wanted to go for a walk. I've been stuck here for a week."
>Sunset waved him off.
"Maybe later, I just got done with school. I'm tired."
>That didn't abate Anon's annoyance, rather it irked him more.
>Anon sighed, knowing that arguing with her wouldn't help his situation.
>He turned away and prepared to jump off.
>Just as he was, Sunset grabbed him by the barrel.
>Easily she lifted him, much like she would a large house cat.
>Anon squirmed. wiggled.
>The feeling of her hands, soft and warm, around him wasn't entirely unpleasant.
>But just the same, both the indignity of being treated like a dog and the odd pressure on his stomach left something to be desired.
"H-hey! Put me down!"
>Sunset smirked, swinging her legs over to sit at the end of the couch while she laid her head down on the headrest.
>Anon was set gently on her stomach, and before he could scurry away, she had pinned him.
>Her right arm rested on his back- he was kept down, pressed tightly to her stomach.
"Just getting comfortable"
>Anon felt his cheeks heat up at the smirk levied at him, Sunset's grin widened at the blush.
"Maybe you should, too. I wanna take a nap."
>Anon huffed.
>Despite that, he did as suggested.
>Folding his hooves under his body and resting his chin on the bottom of her ribs, Anon settled in for another nap.
>The spot, he lamented, was comfortable.
>Sunset's skin was warm to the touch- as her shirt had exposed her tummy, Anon was resting directly on her skin.
>Her warmth filled Anon, and the gentle beating of her heart helped lull him to sleep.


>Anon jerked awake, his eyes snapping open sharply.
>He was being rolled off of Sunset's torso as she sat up.
>Anon caught himself as he impacted her thighs, landing on his hooves unsteadily.
>Sunset was still half asleep, a groggy, sleepy-eyed look on her face as she tried to rouse herself into full wakefulness
>She let out a jaw-cracking yawn.
>Sunset stretched her arms over her head, moaning as they cracked.
>Another moment, as she let her arms relax, and she stood.
>Unsteadily at first, as the last vestiges of sleep left her, but soon Sunset was balanced.
>Anon copied her, leaning down with his rump in the air to stretch his back.
>He snapped into a standing position as a yawn left him.
"Ready?"
>Anon looked up at Sunset.
>She was looking down at him with a thin, squinty-eyed look.
>He didn't know quite what he expected.
>Trailing along at her heels, perhaps.
>Even riding around in a backpack
>Yet, when Sunset Shimmer decided to stick a collar around his neck and attach a leash to it, he was more than a little indignant.
>Sunset found it hilarious.
>Anon could tell by the way she shook in mirth- with a glittering look in her eyes, to boot,
"Oh shut it."
>Anon's furious look and deep set scowl were wrought harder along his face when Sunset burst into giggles.
"You said you wanted to go for a walk."
>Anon dearly wished she would develop a hernia.
"So I'm taking you for a walk."
>Her humor wasn't lost on him- in fact if the roles were reversed, he'd be laughing as well.
>It wasn't so funny, Anon realized, when he was the one being paraded around.
>Though the cooing girls fawning over him did help a little.
>Until Sunset sent them scurrying away with a furious glare.
"When I said I wanted to go for a walk, Sunset, I meant without a... Leash."
>The very pronunciation of the word left Sunset doubled over in laughter.
>She struggled to form words together, but managed.
>If only.
"You know there are laws about keeping pets on leashes... I could be in big trouble, you know? What would you do if your owner got sent away?"
>Anon's grumbled reply was said under his breath, before he piped up.
"I'm not a pet."
>Sunset stopped, turning down to look at the indignant pony that was scowling up at her.
>She picked him up as if he weighed nothing, which wasn't far from the truth.
>Sunset raised him up to look him in the eye.
"Well, you're a pet here, Anon. My pet, to be frank."
>A breath, and Anon's reply was cut off.
"And you will do as I say. Unless you'd rather compete with the other stray animals?"
>That kept him quiet.
>Truthfully, Sunset had offered him a great deal.
>One that he couldn't possibly turn down.
>Partially because he believed she wouldn't let him turn it down.
"...Fine, Sunset. Could you put me down now?"
"Sure..."
>Anon breathed a sigh of relief.
>Being picked up was uncomfortable.
"But first, you have to lick me."
>The breath of relief was suddenly stuck in his throat as he coughed.
>The sudden connotations of her... Word choice was certainly not lost on him.
>Did she really want him too...?
>In public?
"E-excuse me?"
>Sunset's grin turned almost predatory
>Like a shark that smelled blood in the water.
"You heard me. Lick my cheek."
>Anon slowly regained his composure.
>Relief flooded him.
>Sunset was a cute girl, and all, but...
>No hooves.
>Anon let the thought drop for the moment, and instead turned his gaze back onto an expectant Sunset Shimmer.
>A grimace, and a quick lick later, Sunset was beaming.
>Despite being forced into it, Anon kind of liked it.
>A little salty, but good none the less.
>He almost regretted having Sunset put him down, the way she cradled him in her arms right before she set him down was just...
>Perfect.
>But he was set down, and he was even quicker at her heels.


>Their walk had concluded.
>Only a few minutes after the licking ordeal, as Anon referred to it, they had arrived back at her apartment.
>Anon was loathe to admit that watching Sunset lay on her couch watching tv, curled into a ball while being covered by a blanket was cute.
>He was even more hesitant to admit that when she fell asleep, it was with him in her arms,
>Even further, the thought of ever remembering the way Sunset's heart beat had steadied, and the gentle lullaby of her breathing calmed, had in turn lulled him to sleep was simply out of the window.
>Yet all of it happened, Anon had kept a watchful gaze over her dreams as she encircled him in her warm, loving embrace.
>Much like a pet and an owner.
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