Chansaw Maniac Anon in Equestria 2: The Clop

Chansaw Maniac Anon in Equestria 2: The Clop

 

>you are Chainsaw Maniac Anon

>you’ve been in a strange new world for a whole day now

>Celestia has sorted all the shit out and it’s been clearly established over all the misunderstanding that you’re pretty harmless to p0nies

>regardless of what you look, smell or seem to be doing

>they all agree that you were in fact, trying to help

“Good morning, did you sleep well?  I hope Bon-Bon didn’t wake you when she left for work early” asks Lyra

>you’re trying out this speaking thing a bit more

“YEeersh” you reply

>you had slept well enough after the magical little creatures had hosed you down behind Lyra’s house

>you weren’t used to being clean, but it wasn’t a bad feeling

“I was about to start breakfast, what do you normally eat?” she asks

>you really like Lyra, she’s so thoughtful

“Peeaaaple” you reply

“Is that some type of fruit?” she replies

>you could say that

“Hre hre hre hreh” you chuckle at the thought

“Well here’s an apple, is that close enough?”

>you lean down and grab the small object from Lyra’s offering hoof

“Thfffaanks”

>you lift your mask up just enough to take a bite

>absurdly sweet, sour juice floods your mouth

>you cough and spit, gagging

>Lyra looks at you, worried

“Are you okay, big guy?  Bend down, come here” she asks

>you get on your knees and bend your back to meet up with her head level

>she grabs a towel and starts rubbing the apple chunks off your chin

“I guess apples aren’t your thing…  So why do you wear that mask?” she asks

>she starts lifting your leather face

>your hand moves to stop her

“Nrhh..  Nooo” you say

“Why, big guy?  What’s wrong?”

“Maassk gerrd…  Irhm…  Ugly” you reply, doing your best to make the words come out right

>she leans towards you and puts her head below your chin, resting it on your chest

>she’s so warm

>she smells good

“It’s okay, big guy” she just says

>you pull your mask off

>you know what’s coming, she’ll probably run away now

“Hey big guy…  I like you and all, but I guess you can keep the mask on” she replies

>that’s a whole lot less awful of a reaction than you’d imagined

>this makes you happy

“Laaaeeeerah!” you say, petting her head as gently as you can

>it still pulls the skin of her scalp back and opens her eyes wider than they should go

“Okay there, calm down” she says

>you do not notice that she was blushing

>you get back up

“Brek-fuss?”

>she nods

>it looks like she’s about to cut some bread

>you’d had bread before

“Ih..  Hellp” you say

“Oh, you don’t have t-

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>perfect, you’ve cut her bread

>you hand her a mangled slice from whatever is left of the loaf

>you couldn’t have done a better job in a million years

Crrr-ack…  Crummklblllcrunch

>the table has been cut as well

“We…  We’re going to have to talk about your saw thing, big guy…  I don’t think you should have it any more” she says

>you hug it against you

“Muh huskie…”

>you didn’t want to give it up

>she sighs and gives you that “Oh you!” look

“How about this, we don’t use the saw inside the house from now on, but you get to keep it with you” she says

>acceptable

“Promise?”

>you nod

“I’m glad we had this talk.  Now if you want to help, try cleaning up this little mess while I make breakfast” she declares

>you nod

>the morning goes well

>you liked eggs and toast

>you’re getting used to not killing things so much

>it helps that there are no things you want to kill around here

>Lyra has you follow her into town during the afternoon

“If you’re going to be living at my house, I think it’s important that we find something constructive for you to do” she’d explained

“Hrm” you reply

>you get still get stared at by the rest of the p0nyfolk, but they’re not running away

>this makes you feel pretty good

“So what can you do, other than…  Ummm…  Chainsaw stuff” she asks

>you think about this hard

>you could run, you were pretty strong

>you could sew

>you end up shrugging

“Hmmm…  Maybe we could ask Applejack, she runs a farm…”

>you follow your friend

“Howdy, Lyra, whut bring yew her…” her voice trails off when she sees your legs and slowly looks up at you

“Whu..  wha…  That’s yer new friend ah heard about from Rarity an’ Twahlaight?” she says, gawking

“Yep!  He’s really nice, when you get to know him” she says, looking back at you and smiling

>you smile back

“Ah’m sure…  So whut’s yer name, big guy?”

>you do not know

>Lyra’s head hangs a bit

“He doesn’t say much, but he’s not stupid or anything…  I don’t think he has a name” she says

“Whay, that’s awful.  Ah always heard that things with no names were ahnonymous” replies Applejack

“Ah-nonn?” you say

>Lyra looks up at you

“Do you like that?” she asks

“Ah-non…” you say again

>you nod

“Thankss” you cough

>you liked this name, it seemed to sound good

>it was also easy to say

“Mah pleasure, Anon.  So what can ah do fer y’all today?” replies the orange mare

“Well I was hoping to find something he could do during the day when I’m working, you know, keep him busy” says Lyra

“Hwell ah could use an extra pair of hoov-…  I mean…  Paws?”

“haaands” you say

“Thank yah.  Hands it is.  Ah could use an extra pair of hands at the farm, the west orchard fell behind ah little hwen ah had to help Applebloom with one of her school projects” she says

>Lyra looks at you

>you nod

“Ihl…  Helps Applejack” you say

>Lyra waves at you as you follow the cowp0ny

>a short walk later, you’re in the middle of a huge field of trees laden with apples

“It’s real simple thar Anon, ya just need to get the apples off tha trees and throw em in this here basket” she explains

“Here, laik this” she says

>you see her rear up and give one of the trees a shark kick with her rear hooves

>the apples pour down from the tree, falling in and around the basket

>she then picks up the ones on the ground and puts them in the basket

>it seems inefficient

>you’re confident you can show her how much faster this could go

“Look, Ihl doo thiiis better” you manage to reply

>you approach one of the trees

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“NOOOO!!!” she yells

>you stop your swing

>you turn off the motor

“No cutting down the trees.  Trees are good, Anon” she says, almost hyperventilating

>you scratch your head

“Okay…” you say

>you shake the tree and apples fall down from it

“Much better, Anon.  Ah’ll come back in a while to see how you’re doin’”

>she trots off

>you look around

>nothing but trees, apples and baskets

>it’s not too bad

>shake tree, get apples

>put them in baskets

>repeat

>simple work, it seems to calm you

>Applejack comes back, hauling two big carts, one behind the other

“Anon!  How’s tha work goin’?  Ah brought tha carts so we can bring back them apple baskets” she hollers

“Hrm” you reply

“Ah think ye’d laik mah big brother…  Bah Celestia, you did all that?” she says

>you nod

>it wasn’t that bad with two hands

>you put the baskets in the carts

>the road was muddy and you expected the car wheels to sink in

“Ah’ll pull this one, you git tha o…  Or ya can pick up both carts with all the baskets on them and walk off…” she says, gulping

>the sun was getting low in the sky

“Whell Anon, thank ya kindly fer all yer help today.  Here’re yer bits”

>she hands you a bunch of coins

“See ya tomorrow!” she says as you walk off

>you’ve never had a job before

>you walk back to Lyra’s house

“Welcome home Anon!” she calls

>you wave happily

“Go wash up while I get dinner ready, I want to hear all about your first day” she says

>you nod

“Bon-Bon?” you call, walking into the house

>you remember to bend down and watch your step

>luckily for you, the ceilings were high enough, you didn’t scrape your head most of the time

>you liked the curly little Bon-Bon, but you didn’t get much of a chance to hang out with her

“Oh, she left early this morning, she had to go to Trottingham for a candy fair thing” says Lyra

>you’re a little disappointed but no matter, you’re too hungry to be sad

>you scrub yourself as best you can, getting all of the day’s dirt and sweat off

>you towel off and head to the kitchen

>you’re so damn hungry

>whatever Lyra is cooking smells good, you don’t really care what it is

>you both sit on the couch in front of a TV

>Lyra brought the food and set it down on a small end table

>this was pretty much the only option as the dining room table was no more

>you lift your mask up just enough to eat and start chowing down

>pasta, bread, cheese

>it’s delicious

“Guess what, Anon” says Lyra

“Hrmph?” you say, mouth completely full

“Berry came to see me today, she gave me these bottles of her new wine as a sample, wanna try it?”

>you nod

>what the hell was wine again

>she pours you a glass and downs her own cup

>you wash your latest plateful with the dark red liquid

“Arrrhhhh…” you say, letting out a content sigh

>you wipe your mouth

“So how was your day?” she asks

“Gerd…  Appajack dosernt seem to like huskie…” you say

>you’re really getting the hang of words now

>you just needed some practice

“Aww, why is that?”

“No gerd for appel-pickin”

>she pauses for a second, chugging another glass

>then she goes wide-eyed, putting the cup down

“You didn’t…”

“Cut trees?  No…” you reply

>she looks relieved

“I don’t think Applejack would have ever forgiven you if you’d cut down one of her prized trees, I heard she had to move one to Appaloosa and the tree got a nicer wagon car than the p0nies!” she says

>you sit there, completely at peace, happily listening to Lyra’s chatter

>the eating dies down as Lyra and you finish pigging out

>you try to not make a mess, but in your enthusiasm, you end up spilling some spaghetti

>Lyra doesn’t seem to care, she’s not the cleanest eater ever

>she made a lot of food

>a good decision

>it had been your first real meal in a like two days

“So then Bon-Bon was like “But you can’t have a mint and potato flavored round drop cand-Oh I think my favorite show is on!”” she says

>you look at the old, simple looking television

>Lyra sits against you and sips her drink

“Previously on Ancient Space-Creatures, we interview Dr. Giorgio A. Tsoukalos…

>the show is pretty funny, you can see why Lyra likes it

>you both chuckled at some of the p0nies and their wild theories

>after a while, you notice Lyra laughing less

>you look down at her and see her quickly looking back to the television

>you go back to watching the show

“Is such a thing even possible?” says the wild-maned pony

“…  Yes it is” he finishes, face showing an expression of plausibility

>you shake with laughter, trying to not crack up

>Lyra didn’t find that funny?

>you look down at her and again, seeing her dart back to the television

>now you’re worried

>were you doing something wrong?

 

 

>you are Lyra

>and you are very concerned right now

>you do not know how to deal with this at all

>you were getting completely smashed on Berry’s new wine

>and you could not get his face out of your mind

>he wore a mask because he thought he was ugly

>you did not know of what his species was supposed to look like

>but by Celestia

>you had to get him to put his mask back on

>because by human standards, Anon was pretty damn repulsive

>his face was long, he had an overbite

>some would have called him “horse head”

>but to you

>he had the most ruggedly handsome, chiseled features you would have never imagined possible

 

 

>you are Chainsaw Anon

>Lyra is very drunkenly climbing up your arm

“Leey-rah?”

>she whips your mask off with a hoof and plants her lips on yours

>oh shit what do

>she pushes you over until you’re on your back

>you grab her with your hands and she pulls back from the kiss

>she looks scared

“A-Anon?  I…  I’m sorry…  I shouldn’t have” she starts, trying to back off

>you pull her back towards you and return the kiss

“Anon…  You don’t mind?” she says after another embrace

>you just shake your head

>you were not one to deny any desires you had

“Oh Anon!” she says

>she wraps her front legs around your neck as she explores your mouth with her tongue

>your large hands run down her back

>she opens your shirt, giggling through the difficulty of undoing buttons with hooves while drunk

>she starts planting little kisses on your neck

>you’ve never known this pleasure to be so warm and sweet

>Lyra was cute, beautiful in her own way

>you didn’t really understand why she was…  Doing this

>but from what you could see

>she started it

>so she can’t be hating it

>you’re certainly not

>you scratch behind her ears as you feel her warm rump on your crotch

>she grabs ahold of one of your hands, licking your index finger rather suggestively

>you see her face change as your member wakes up from this

>she looks down at the growing shape in your pants and her mouth slowly opens more and more as you get bigger

>you hear her whimper “Oh horseapples”

>you sit up, cupping her cheek with your hand

>you end up cupping pretty much her entire head

“I whont hert yew” you whisper

>she nods slowly

>you flip her around so she’s sitting on your lap, her back on your chest

>you hold her against you, one hand over her chest

>you hunch over and kiss her neck, going up and down the side

>your right hand moves down her stomach

>she moans, the wetness between her legs is apparent

>you start rubbing her pussy lips with a finger

>she pulls your left hand towards her face and begins sucking on your index finger

>you feel her moan as you rub her light pink little cooch

>you run your finger in small circles around the opening as Lyra rhythmically licks and sucks on your finger

>you rub her for a minute as her squeaks and moans intensify

>with an abundance of fluid running down her inner thigh, you tentatively push your right ring finger inside of her

>you feel her back arch and stiffen

“Leeyrah?” you say, suddenly worried

>she pulls her head off your finger

“Don’t stop in the name of Equestria, Anon…” she says, eyes rolling back

>you move your finger deeper, pulling it out and pushing it back in

>Lyra starts to move her hips against your hand, pushing your finger deeper inside her

>her pace quickens

>you move your hand faster and faster

>you put your thumb on the front of her opening to get a bit of leverage

>as she and your hand move, your thumb rubs against her clit and the effect is immediate

>she throws her head back and her shrill cry of pure pleasure fills the room

>you rub even faster and her cry dies out

>her eyes roll back completely and more of her juices flush from her soft p0ny vagina

>a few twitchy seconds later and Lyra becomes conscious again

"Ahhhnn...  Ahnnon, that was amazing..." she gasps

>she lazily rolled over to face you

>she starts undoing your pants

>you just cup her head in your right hand, using your left to gently rub the side of her back and rump

>over the daze of alcohol and the hard buzz of her orgasm, she manages to pull your dick from your pants

>she holds it with her front legs and starts to give it the same treatment as your finger received

>it’s your turn now

>your head rocks back uncontrollably

>you let out a low moan as Lyra takes in the tip of your rod in her mouth

>she uses her entire body to perform this blowjob

>her tongue skillfully swirls around the tip of your penis whilst inside her mouth

>she forces it again and again as deep as it will go

>she sucks harder and harder and you quickly feel that you’re at your limit

>she gives a last flick with her tongue as her lips run over the head of your dick and this pushes you over the edge

>you grunt and blow your load all over her face and chest

>panting, light headed, you can’t imagine a more erotic sight than the blushing Lyra wrapped around your member, covered in your seed

>she puts a hoof on your chest and has you lay down on your back

>she lays down, her stomach against yours, placing her pussy in front of your face

>you feel her warmth on your face

>you can’t identify the smell, but it’s very soft and pleasant, very subtle

>you feel her touching your dick once more

>you spasm again as she inserts it deeply into her mouth, down her throat

>the warmth of her mouth is amazing on your penis

>you see her soft vagina twitching and winking at you

>you can’t ignore the invitation

>you lift your head up and start licking up the length of her sweet crevasse

>she shakes from the bottom up until you feel her mouth and throat contract over your member

>she begins moving her head, trying to get an undulating movement going

>you match her with your licks

>she pulls your member from her mouth

“Anon…  I want your fingers…” she says

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>you push your middle finger in to the knuckle

>you’re rewarded with a long and high moan

>Lyra does her best to keep on licking and sucking at your erection while you push your finger in and out, rubbing her clit with your thumb

>this technique seems to be successful

>the feeling of her moans and throes of ecstasy while you’re deep into her mouth are is indescribable

>you decide to ramp it up, to reward her for this amazing head she’s giving you

>you push in a second finger

>she pulls off your member again, but this time it’s to let her breathe and moan freely

>Lyra looks back at you and starts to turn around

>she shakily lays herself against your chest, head under your chin

“Please Anon, I want all of you now…” she says, her huge eyes glazed over

>you put your rod tip against the entrance of her pussy and she starts moving down onto it

>she goes rigid as the large meat stick enters her tight vagina

>she sits up, with more than half your member inside of her

>Lyra runs her left hoof down her chest

>you see it run along her stomach and follow the bulge of your dick pressing against her abdomen

>she starts to move up and down, hoof against the lump that your penis is making from the inside

>you feel that you’ve bottomed out when you’re two-thirds in

>she moves up and down, grinding as her tight cooch clamps down on your member

>you grab the little mare and lift her up and down, letting her go from the first inch to her bottom

>Lyra whips her head as pleasure wracks her body

“I’m…  Anon…  Oh Celestia I’m going to…”

>you lay her back against your chest and thrust into her as she tenses

>her hooves scratch down your chest as she vocalizes the epitome of her joy once more

>you are nearing your limit again as the warmth inside her flows down your dick in waves

>her contractions only make your stamina dwindle as you approach another orgasm

>Lyra raises her head

“Anon…  Come inside me…” she says, out of breath

>her pleading face is too much for you to handle

>she leans in as you thrust into her, kissing you

>you blow like you’ve never come before

>Lyra falls limp against your chest, breathing as hard as you

>you lay back, trying to regain some strength

>she’s pretty much just a puddle of p0ny goo, drooling, eyes completely vacant

“That was…  That was perfect…” she says, breathless

“Leey-rah…” you say, unable to even qualify the event

>you lay there, riding the afterglow with your Lyra laying across your chest

>Lyra is still coming down her fun ride

>you both just remain in each other’s arms for a little while, just soaking in the moment

“Anon…  Go get your Huskie…” she says softly

“Huskie?  But whay”

“Just do it, you lunkhead” she says

>you throw her over your shoulder like a sandbag and walk to the guest room where you’d left your Husqvarna

>you walk back to the couch as she asks you to sit down and put her on your lap

>then she asks you to start the chainsaw

>you have no idea where this is going

>your trusty Huskie revs and putts, the oily odor filling the room

>she starts to grind her wet bottom against your bare crotch

>you feel yourself rising, having rested

>she guides you into her, then lays  her back against your chest, sitting on your lap

>with a hoof, she guides your arms over her, placing the chainsaw motor between her legs, blade towards the floor

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>an hour later, you're on the ground

>Lyra is next to you

>both of you are unable to move

>you're just breathing hard and so is she

>Huskie is completely empty

>you've never felt so spent

>the couch is in pieces

>the floor is destroyed

>walls? Ventilated

>even the ceiling isn't unharmed

>the TV is no more

"Ah... Ahnon... Next time we bring Huskie into this... Remind me to schedule some renovations..."