AlaskanAnon in equestria ch. 7

>You wake up all on your own today

>No screaming Applebloom

>No p0ny snuggling up to you

>No sunlight piercing your eyelids

>You just wake up

>...Today will be a good day

>You rise from your double-long bed and grab some of the clothing Rarity made for you

>Then you head into the bathroom

>You relieve yourself and shower

>You're getting pretty good at using the diminutive p0ny showers

>After toweling off, you shave your face with your knife

>You're getting pretty good at this too

>But hopefully this is the last time you'll have use your knife

 

 

>It has been about a week since that fateful night

>And the acquisition of a brand new plow for your truck

>Yesterday was an important day

>And, by extension, so is today

>Yesterday was your first payday

>You brought home your first paycheck

>Or, rather, Pay sack full of bits

>You still have little idea of the actual value of bits

>But the sack was fairly heavy, and jingled reassuringly in your passenger seat

>You gave most of it to AppleJack to cover your continued lodging expenses

>But you kept a little for yourself

>For luxuries and little things

>Like shaving razors

>Today, that is your first objective

 

 

>You walk out of the bathroom and into the kitchen

>AppleJack is cooking breakfast

Morning AppleJack

>"Mornin' Sugarcube"

>She's just finished the last of the eggs, and brings them to the table

>As you both sit down to breakfast, her nostrils seem to...

>Widen

>Then she blushes ever so slightly

>And you don't like that look she's giving you

>You're part way through your first pancake when she speaks up

>"Anonymous, ya've been living in mah house long enough..."

Oh?

>"And Ah thank it's tahm we got ta know each other a little better"

>That is the one tone of voice you never

>In a million years

>Expected to come out of this mare

>Sultry

>"So whadya say Anonymous?  Care for a little romp in tha hay?"

 

 

>Oh no

>NO!

>Nononono

>You knew this issue would come up eventually

>But you are NOT ready to deal with it

>Not now

>Not so soon

>And she doesn't look like she'll take no for an answer

>So, you take the only course of action available to you

>You beat a hasty retreat

Well, uhhhh...

>She leans in closer

>"Yeah?"

I can't

>"Why not?"

I ummm... I have things to do in town today.  yeah

>"Really"

Yeah.  Things with people.

So I really must be going!

>You run out into the entryway and jump in your boots

>You don't even lace them up

>You can do that later

>You seize your cold weather gear and jump in your truck

>And drive off towards town a little faster than necessary

 

 

>When you can no longer see apple trees, you stop the truck

>Then you finish putting your gear on

>Maybe Rainbow recruited Applejack for a joke

>Yeah, maybe that's it

>Rainbow does love her some good pranks

>You wish this with all your might as you continue towards town

 

 

>Rarity said she had a surprise for you yesterday

>So you decide Carousel Boutique is your first stop

>You park your truck by Twilight's, since it's the only open spot in town

>And walk over to Carousel Boutique

>It's not that far, and you need to clear your head

>Surely Rarity is above such petty exploits, you think as you push through the doors

>And there you would be wrong

>Her head turns to the jingle of the bell

>You haven't seen bedroom eyes since school

>But if memory serves

>She's leveling a pretty good pair at you right now

>"Oh, hello Anonymous.  You must be here for the surprise"

I uhhhh...

>She trots over

>"Darling, you must have those clothes off!"

What

>"I need to take your..."

>She bumps her flank against your leg

>"Measurements"

>Her attempts at flirting would be downright hilarious if you didn't know she was dead serious

asdfhalkjbljshfhakesjalskjd

>you whip around and run right out the door

>Then you sprint back to Twilight's

>Heads turn as you run through the streets

 

 

>You fly through the front door of the housebrary and slam it behind you

>Then you slide your back down it

>Twilight was reading a book

>was being the keyword

>Now she's staring at you

>And...

>Panting?

Twilight, what the flying fuck is going on around here

>"What?"

>She seems distracted

>By you

>She gets out from behind the table and starts walking towards you

>You stand up and meet her half way

>She looks up at you

>"Oh, Anonymous..."

Not you too

>"Huh?"

Twilight, every mare I've run into today has been throwing herself at me

>You crouch down and take her head firmly in your hands

What is happening!

>"Oh Celestia, nop0ny told you..."

What

>"About Estrus"

 

 

Could you please explain?

>She comes around a little

>"Estrus happens twice a year and lasts for roughly a week.  During estrus, mares feel the, well..."

Out with it

>"The overwhelming urge to copulate"

>"Now, if you don't mind, let's head upstairs.  I'd like to do some... Research..."

>Oh fuck

>So that's why...

>Wait a minute

Why are you attracted to me then?  I'm not a stallion

>The question gives her pause

>"No, no you're not.  But you are a male."

>"Part of estrus is pheromone based.  It looks like you got lucky"

>Great

>You have to live in an AXE commercial for a week

>Twilight looks up at you again

>"Anonymous..."

>You look straight into her eyes

Twilight stop.  I know you.  You're better than this

>This seems to renew her resolve

>"I... I am better than this!"

Now, I might be staying here for a bit

>"Why?"

I passed a lot of mares on the way here Twilight.  A lot of them.

I don't know what will happen if I go back outside

So, in that light, do you have any questions to ask?  It might take your mind off... You know...

>"Excellent!  Let me get my notebook"

 

 

>The questions do indeed seem to keep Twilight from trying to get in your pants

>They stray into human reproduction every now and then

>But you're quick to remind her to stay away from that particular subject

>After the two of you finish lunch, she asks about how your pistol works

>Why the slide goes forward, how it punches the primer, etc.

>It's been needing a good cleaning for a while anyway

>So you ask her if she can go get your cleaning kit out of your truck and hand her your keys

>When she returns, you swiftly begin dissassembly

>Soon enough, you're oiling the individual parts on the table while explaining what each one does

>Twilight scribbles furiously the entire time

>When you hear the door open behind you, you freeze

>Then you set the slide down and turn around

>What

>The

>Fuck

 

 

>In front of you stands some sort of insect

>It looks like a pony, warped and twisted by some malevolent deity

>It has bulging, pupilless blue eyes

>And holes through the horn and all four of its legs

>In front of the saddlebags on its back a pair of insectile wings flutter restlessly

>The tail is a similar wisp of clear exoskeleton

>"Howdeh Twalit"

>Oh man

>You haven't heard impressions this bad since the Spy tried to impersonate the Engineer

Twilight, what is that thing?

>It eyes you nervously

>"What thing?  Anonymous, do you feel alright?"

It's a goddamn bug-p0ny-thing

>"Anonymous, that's AppleJac-"

>You're interrupted as "AppleJack" shoots a fireball at you from its jagged horn

>That ain't good

>The fireball dissipates just short of you

>Whew

>If that had gone a foot further, this place would be a towering inferno

>Maybe that's why the fireball dissipated when it did

>Then the bug thing lowers its horn and charges

 

 

>The charge plants the horn straight into your leg

>Fuck, that hurt

>Goddamit

>SHIIIIIIIIIIT

>It yanks its horn out and prepares for another poke

>Which is when you utilize your size and weight advantage

>By falling on top of it

>Your pistol is in pieces on the table right now

>So no help there

>That leaves your knife

>You draw your knife and stab into the thing's throat

>The knife sails through it like so much hot butter, and sticks into the wood floor below

>You pull the knife out with a wet sucking noise and stab a few more times

>It bleeds black liquid in an ever widening puddle on the floor

>Then you flip the knife over in your grip

>You bring the pommel down in a vicious arc on the thing's head

>CRACK

>CRACK

>CRACK

>CRUNCH!

>the head caves in

>Panting, you pull yourself back off the corpse

>Adrenaline is a hell of a drug

 

 

>Twilight is looking at you

>She looks...

>Frightened

>You hear someone yelling

>It's a deep throated roar of pain and rage

>Oh wait, that's you

>You close your mouth

>Twilight shakes her head and drops her look of terror

>"Anonymous, that was..."

Brutal?

>"very"

>You grimace

>The pain from your leg is returning

Twilight, help me

>You set the knife off to the side, and start yanking off your snow pants

>You had kept them on, reasoning that the more layers of fabric you had on the better

>Then you start on your pants

>A purple glow surrounds them and they slide off your legs

>You look down at the wound

>It's not nearly as bad as you expected

>Thank you snow pants

Do you have a first aid kit?

>"I have something even better"

>The purple aura envelopes your leg where the stab wound is

>Then it starts to inch up towards your boxers...

TWILIGHT, FOCUS GODDAMNIT

>"RIGHT!  Right, sorry!"

>The purple glow creeps back down your leg and over the wound

>As you watch, the muscle knits itself back together

>Then the skin closes up over it

>Damn

>This magic is really something

 

 

>You reach down to touch the spot in wonder

>"Don't!"

Why?

>"The flesh may look fine, but it's still weak.  You can walk on it, but you shouldn't do anything strenuous for a day or so"

>you retract your hand

Well that's good to know.  Thank you Twilight.

>She looks at you, then blushes a deep red

>Oh, right

>Your pants are off

Can you go to my truck and get a fresh pair of pants?  They should be in the back

>"I can do that"

>You toss your keys to her once again

>Soon enough, Twilight walks back through the door

>She tosses the pants at you

>You pull them on

>The area where you were stabbed IS a little tender

Twilight, what is that thing?

>"That's a changeling.  It assumes the forms of other p0nies.  If you hadn't been here, hadn't been able to see through it's disguise..."

But I was.  And I did.

>She perks up a bit

Why was it here?  And why did it attack me?

>"The changelings are at an uneasy truce with Equestria.  That one was probably sent to kill me, but you blew its cover"

>"OHMYGOSH I need to send a letter to Celestia!"

>"Spike is at Rarity's.  I need to go get him.  Will you be all right on your own for a while?"

Yeah, I think I can manage.  Could you do me a favor and ask Rarity to patch these though?

>You pick up your snow pants

I can't be walking around with holes in them

>"Sure, I can do that"

 

 

>Twilight heads out the door with your snow pants

>So you go back over to the table and start putting your pistol back together

>You won't be caught with your figurative pants down again if you can help it

>By the time you finish, Twilight re-enters the library with a protesting Spike in tow

>"Awwww, come on Twilight, I just wa-"

>He notices the changeling on the floor

>Then he gulps

>"Okay"

>Twilight thrusts a scroll and ink into his hand

>Then she begins to dictate

>"Dear Princess Celestia,"

>"It is with utmost regret that I write to inform you of a recent changeling attack upon myself.  Had Anonymous, the human I've written about previously, not made a timely intervention, I could quite possibly be dead and replaced by now."

>"I await your response and direction"

>"Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle"

>As Spike finishes writing, Twilight goes to a cabinet and withdraws a royal yellow ribbon

>She hands the ribbon to Spike, who uses it to tie the scroll together

>Spike then swiftly breathes fire on the scroll and sends it on its way

 

 

>"So, ummmm"

We should probably clean this up before somep0ny walks in on it

>"Yes.  Yes, let's do that"

I can move the body...

>You pick the corpse up

>Then you pull the saddlebags off and set them on the table

>Can't hurt to see what it was carrying

Where do you want it?

>"Just go put it in the garbage can for now.  We can't have it bleeding all over everything"

>You take the fresh corpse into the kitchen and drop it in the garbage can

>Then you wash the blood off your hands

>When you return, Twilight's horn is glowing

>Most of the blood is in a nearby bucket

>And she's working a scrub brush across the floor

>Next to her is another bucket full of soapy water and a few rags

>You pick up another scrub brush and start scrubbing alongside her

 

 

>You're breaking for dinner when a glowing speck appears in front of the two of you

What is that?

>Before Twilight can respond, the speck widens into an oval

>Through which you can see...

>Well, this must be Twilight's Princess Celestia

>Peering at both of you is the head of a white unicorn

>It has a flowing purple, blue and green mane that ripples in the wind

>Twilight looks awestruck

>Then it speaks

>"Twilight!  Twilight, are you alright?"

>"Yes... better than alright, actually...."

>"You said in your letter there was an attack!"

>"There was, but Anonymous here took care of it"

>She points a hoof at you

Hello

>"Ah yes, Twilight has written a great deal about you... Anonymous"

>"Now then, there have been similar attacks all over the realm."

>"Twilight, I need you and the rest of the Elements to come to Canterlot for your safety"

>"The train line is down, and I've already tried teleporting you, but it's being... blocked"

I may be able to help you there

>"What?"

I don't know how much Twilight's told you about my truck, but if there are roads to your Canterlot it can make it there, snow or not

>"Really?"

Cross my heart

>"Very well.  Twilight, I expect you in Canterlot as soon as Anonymous's "Truck" can manage"

>The oval closes

 

 

Twilight, I've been meaning to ask you.  What, exactly, are the Elements?

>"The Elements of Harmony are the most powerful magical items known to p0nykind."

>"They currently reside in Canterlot.  There are six, and each can only be used by a specific p0ny.  It just so happens those p0nies are myself and my friends"

>"I am the Element of Magic"

>Makes sense

>"Rainbow Dash is the Element of Loyalty"

>"AppleJack is the Element of Honesty"

>"Rarity is the Element of Generosity"

>She did provide you with clothing...

>"Pinkie Pie is the Element of Laughter"

>Of course

>"And Fluttershy is the Element of Kindness"

>As Twilight finishes, it dawns on you

>Are you a cool enough dude to drive a truck full of horny p0nies through miles of snow?

>Guess you'll find out

Well, we have some packing to do then

>"Really?"

Yeah, if Canterlot is as far away as I think it is

Except I'm not sure I can go outside.  Do you think you and the others could manage it?

>"I wouldn't know what to bring..."

We'll need a tent, food, bedding...

>"That's an awful lot to remember"

Well here, let's make a list

>"A LIST?"

>She looks at you with a twinkle in her eye

>It's like Christmas come early for her...

 

 

>"...So we'll need a portable stove?"

Yeah, if we want to be warm at night

>Twilight has a scroll and quill hovering in front of her

>You've been dictating to her for quite a while

>You don't know what will happen if you go outside in daylight with Estrus on

>So you're having Twilight gather the supplies

>You'll load them into your truck in the morning

>"Anything else?"

No, that should cover it.  Are you sure Rarity can have a tent big enough ready by tomorrow?

>"She's the most talented seamstress in P0nyville.  If anyp0ny can do it, it's her."

>You get up to leave

>It's starting to get dark out, and you think you can make it to your truck without notice

>But wasn't there something else you were supposed to do?

>A brown bag on the table catches your eye

>Oh, right

>You were going to go through the changeling's stuff

>You pick up the changeling's bag

>"What are you doing?"

The changeling had to have this bag on it for a reason

>You open the bags and remove several apples

>A picture of Twilight

>And an unlabeled jar of clear liquid

>You open the jar

What is this?

 

 

>You bring it up to your nose and take a whiff

>Then you nearly drop the jar

>The stuff smells worse than skunk spray, and that's saying something

>You put the lid back on and put the jar down on the table

>"What is it?"

I have no idea, but it reeks to high heaven

>"Clear... colorless... Pungent odor...."

>"Uh oh"

I don't like that tone of voice

>"Anonymous, that's Rotten Death"

>how original

And that is?

>"Rotten Death is an extremely effective delayed action poison derived from a certain flower that grows in the Everfree"

>"It has no effect upon introduction, but a few hours later the victim starts smelling just like the poison"

>"Shortly afterward, they rapidly rot away from the inside.  It's a horrible way to go"

>So it had this poison

>And it was probably going to...

Please tell me there's a cure

>"There is"

Well then let's have some

>"But it's equally deadly if you aren't actually poisoned"

So you have to wait for the symptoms to manifest before administering it?

>"Yeah"

>"Off the top of my horn, Fluttershy is the only p0ny that has it, for animals that accidentally consume the plant"

>Hmmm

>By now, it's fairly late

>You spent the last two hours planning the trip with Twilight

Do you think she'll mind if I spend the night...

>"I really don't.  Beneath that timid exterior, Fluttershy is one of the kindest p0nies around"

 

 

>You're putting on your cold weather gear

Well, I'd best get going now.  Will you have the supplies here tomorrow morning?

>"I will"

See you then

>You head out the door

>A dense cloud cover is rolling over, so it's dark enough to move without attracting too much attention

>And your black snow gear only helps that along

>You creep to your truck

>Then you get inside and start 'er up

>Time to go to Fluttershy's

>You drive out of town, surprisingly not trailing a herd of mares

>After a half hour of driving, you park your truck outside her cottage

>It's the same as you remember it, bird feeders and all

>You approach the door and knock three times

>You can hear a commotion inside, then the door opens

>You remembered to take off your scarf this time, so Fluttershy doesn't run from you

>Instead, she blushes

>"Oh... um, hello, Anonymous..."

Hi Fluttershy.  There was a changeling attack at Twilight's, and I might have been poisoned with 'Rotten Death'"

I'm told you're the only p0ny around with the cure?

>"Oh... Oh my!  Do come in..."

I'd like to spend the night, if you don't mind

>"No... no, not at all..."

>She eyes you up and down

 

 

>After you crouch through the front door, you remove your cold weather gear

>She has a nice fire going in her fireplace

>She follows you in to what seems to be a combination living room bedroom

>"Could... Could you help me?"

What do you need?

>"I have beds you can use... but they're in the unheated guest room..."

>"I... I um, I would like some help moving them, if that's alright?"

Certainly

>You follow her down a hallway and into a small bedroom

>Inside are two beds separated by an end table

>First, you take the pillows off and hand them to Fluttershy

>Then you take a bed under each arm and head back to the living room

>Good thing they don't have head or foot boards

>Fluttershy follows you back into the livingroom

>"so strong..." You hear her mutter

>You glance back at her and her blush deepens a few shades

>You set the beds down end to end, and Fluttershy places the pillows

Do you have any... larger blankets?

>"I... I do.  For the larger animals"

>She retrieves one from a hallway closet and gives it to you

>You set it on the far end of the two beds

>Now all that remains is to see if you've been poisoned

 

 

>You've been sitting here for a few hours

>And you haven't started literally reeking of death

>So you're pretty sure the changeling didn't have the poison on its horn

>Fluttershy's reaction to Estrus seems to be a constant blush when in your presence

>She's far too timid to try anything, however

>Small miracles, you suppose

>After your sleeping situation was set, you told her about the dawning trip to Canterlot

>Then, silence reigned for a while

>Eventually you asked her how the moose was doing

>She said "Philbert" made a full recovery three days after your intervention

>Good for Philbert

>Talk drifted to the local flora and fauna

>This place has deer and moose, along with all the little critters typical of a mixed deciduous and pine forest

>Most of the large predators hibernate, with the notable exception of timber wolves and manticores

>She had to explain what a manticore is to you

>You sincerely hope you never run into one on a dark night

>But you're fairly sure your pistol will make short work of it if you do

>Fluttershy clearing her throat brings you back to the present

>"This... this is when I usually go to sleep, um... if that's alright"

Let's go to bed then

>You set your glasses on an end table, remove your knife from your belt and empty your pockets

>But you don't take your clothes off

>She looks mildly disappointed

>After your experiences today, you don't entirely trust Fluttershy to not try anything while you sleep

>And you are fairly sure that, dextrous as they may be, hooves can't manage the zipper on your pants

>Not without waking you up anyway

>Fluttershy turns off the light as you lay down and cover up with the blanket

>She walks over to her own bed and lays down

Good night Fluttershy

>"Good night Anonymous"

 

 

>The deep booming of thunder rouses you from your sleep

>Then, as you come around, you hear the patter of hail on the roof

>By the glowing of the fire you can see Fluttershy standing in front of you

Yes?

>"A-A-Anonymous, c-can I...."

What?

>"I-I-I'm s-scared of t-the t-t-thunder..."

>You reach over to put your hand on her back

It can't be tha-

>Jesus criminy

>She's trembling

>You can sympathize

>You used to be terrified of thunderstorms

>Until your brother locked you outside in the middle of one and you had to sleep in the car

>You lift up your blanket

Come here

>She's moving at "here"

>She curls up on top of your chest, still trembling

>You pull the blanket back over both of you

>She jumps a little bit every time thunder sounds

>Damn, is she tense

>Nobody can sleep that tense, and you're not going to get any either if she keeps jumping like that

>There's only one way you know of to get rid of tenseness like that...

 

 

>Against your better judgement, you begin to press and knead her tense muscles

>She tenses even more at your touch, then relaxes slightly

>Fluttershy is soft

>Ho boy, is she oft

>As you work, she gradually stops her trembling

>She releases small sighs every now and then

>Then you get to the base of her wings

>If you thought her body was tense, her wings are like concrete

>When you start on them, she gives an "eep!"

>You open your eyes

>She is staring directly into your own

>Her face is red as freshly spilled blood

Fluttershy?

>"Don't"

>"Stop"

>Whatever

>You can't imagine she gets work like this done on them often

>So you continue, slowly working out the tension centers in her wings

>She bites down on your shirt collar

>When you've relieved the last constricted muscle, you run your fingers down through her mane

>Then through the feathers of her wings in a final check

>She rears up a bit and gasps

>Then you feel her head hit your chest, fast asleep

>Good

>Now you can get some sleep yourself....