Anon in Eelquestria

Anon in Eelquestria

By IceMan

 

>Day slimy slithering in Equestria.

>Be Anon, going to hang out with your good friend Twilight Sparkeel.

>You’ve brought her a nice bouquet of flowers.

>You little Casanova, you.

>You knock on the door to her treebrary, and she quickly comes to the door.

>“Hi, Anon! Are those flowers for me?” she asks.

“Yep. Here ya go.”

>“Aw, you’re so sweet.”

>She gives you the closest semblance she can to a hug, being a floating, sentient eel and all, wrapping her slick, purple body around your left arm.

>It was then that you felt a sharp burning sensation in your shoulder.

>You look over to see that Twilight was trying to take a big bite out of it.

“Jesus Christ, fuck! Twilight, stop that!”

>“I can’t! My instincts dictate that I can’t let go of a potential attacker!” she replies, a bit of red blood dribbling down her chin.

“No!”

>You run out into the street screaming in pain, leaving a trail of blood behind you, attempting rip Twilight’s sharp pointy jaws out of your flesh.

>You finally do, taking at least a six-inch diameter, half-inch deep hunk with them.

>You throw Twilight to the ground like a dog getting rid of a ripped chew toy, where she lands with a squeak.

>Wheezing and clutching your wounded shoulder, Twilight says, “I guess we should get you to a hospital.”

“No, I think I can take myself,” you reply, barely keeping back tears of pain. “See ya around, Twilight.”

>“I’m so sorry, Anonymous, if there’s anything –”

“Nope, nope. Just let me bleed in peace.”

>You hobble off to the hospital.

>Fucking moray eels.

>But that’s a-moray for ya.