Title:           Anny Fic 1: Introduction
Author:          Cinco_Writesday
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/Ff3S0knd
First Edit:      Tuesday 6th of August 2013 11:59:18 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 6th of August 2013 11:59:18 AM CDT

>You are an Anon
>Last night you drank quite a bit with some friends, far more than you usually do and blacked out
>Now all you can feel is a massive headache
>Roll onto your side groaning
>Wait... Is this a bed you're sleeping in?
>*Oh God...* You hesitate to open your eyes
>Excessive amounts of alcohol + Waking up in a bed never works out well
>You decide to bite the bullet and strain an eye open, seeing nothing but the edge of the bed and some furniture, the room is dark
>You roll over, expecting to see a landwhale at best, instead you just see perhaps the largest bed you've ever slept on
>Come to think of it, this isn't THE largest bedroom you've been in, but it's definitely up there
>Sitting up you open both eyes and catch a strand of hair in your eyes, not too unusual in the morning, your roommate always did say you'd look better with short hair
>The only problem is it's blue, but hey that's what happens when you black out at a party, even if it's just a small get-together
>You sit up and rub your eye while yawning and stretching
>Hold on a sec, why can't you feel your fingers
>You look at your hand.... Err, hoof now
>And promptly scream
>That's when the fuckhuge door slams open and in comes an orange.... Pony?
>You scream again and the pony quickly leaps onto the bed, letting you see just how fuckhuge SHE is, and goes straight to rubbing your nose with her own
"Shhhhh, shhhhh, it's okay! It's okay sweetie! You just had a bad dream is all!" she says, trying to calm you down
>It takes more than soothing words from a giant horse to calm you down
>You're in tears now as you frantically look around and down at what of you isn't tucked under the blankets
>Oh boy, look at that color variation! Your chest is blue too! Though, a darker blue than the hair that's still obscuring the top of your vision
>And you also seem to have grown a lot of chest hair overnight.... Or more likely a whole fur coat.
>You look back up at the orange pony still trying to calm you down, her words lost to you
>You're obviously drunk, and God is putting you back to bed
>Out like a light, you collapse backwards, the orange pony's worried face being the last thing you see before slipping back into unconsciousness