[Silly] Anon's Calling

>Day you finally found your calling in Equestria.

>Wake up.

>Walk into your bathroom.

>The rancid smell of past days' excrement wafts its way into your nostrils.

>Turns out that you weren't only a waste of space on Earth, but here in Equestria too.

>Toilets don't flush if you can't pay your water bill...

>Perch yourself precariously so that your cheeks don't touch your old shit.

I can't believe I have to live like an animal, shitting in this pile. It reeks.

>You sigh and decide that you'll have to figure something out soon.

>Finish up and wipe with a clean patch of used towel.

>No water means no shower either.

Hmm... No shower...

>Sounds like a new place to shit to you.

>You point at the tub as you wipe your ass.

You're next, bitch.

>Head downstairs and root through the cabinets.

>Maybe one of your mouse traps caught something.

>You salivate at the thought of a free lunch.

>Despite your valiant attempt, your search comes up largely fruitless.

>An old shoe, a spork, and a hammer.

>Well... Maybe you could boil the hammer...

>Your musing is disturbed by a knock at your door.

>Same old, same old.

>You head over and open the door.

>Per usual, Fluttershy is the culprit of the Case of the Knocked Door.

>However, this time she seems to have gone all out.

>She's dressed up in a lacy, dainty-looking black and white maid outfit complete with headband and duster.

Oh good. Housekeeping...

>Fluttershy blushes and flinches while trying, and failing, to make eye contact with you.

>"O-Ohio. Go-shoe-jean-sama."

>Your face instantly goes deadpan.

Fluttershy... What did you just try to do?

>She backs up, flustered. "D-Did I say something w-wrong?"

Where did you learn that word?

>She blushes even harder, her cheeks threatening to create another word for 'red'.

>"I- I learned it from one of your Japanese animes..."

 

>She kicks the dirt at her hooves.

>You just continue your deadpan judgment face.

>"A-Anon, stop staring... H-Ha-zoo-cashew..."

>Nope.

You've ruined that language two too many times already. 0/10 Would not fuck.

>You drop your keys on the ground and walk out your door.

But while you're dressed like that, you might as well get some work done.

>You stroll away.

I'd watch out for the bathroom if I were you.

>Fluttershy picks up your keys with her teeth and mumbles: "Y-Yes, Anon. Anything..."

>You reach into your pocket and fumble around, retrieving a solitary bit.

>Your last bit...

>Just then, your stomach grumbles.

>You sigh.

Alright. Alright. Something to eat and then it's time to get a job.

>You flip the coin into the air and snatch it on the way down.

For real this time...

>You think you remember that Sugarcube Corner had a one-bit special, so that's where you head.

-

>As you approach the building, you note that there seems to be a crowd of ponies near the door.

>You stop at the back of the crowd, trying to figure out what all the fuss is about.

>As you crane your neck to try to see inside, you see a pink blur wiz by and feel a gust of wind hit your leg.

>"Heya Nonny!" Pinkie beams.

>You look down to see her in a similar maid outfit to that of Fluttershy.

>She clears her throat. "I mean... Okaerinasaimase, Master~"

>Oh god, that's cute...

>When done properly, that is.

>She giggles. "That means 'Welcome home.'"

>She grins. "'Master~'"

>Your pants tighten slightly.

Pinkie... W-What's with the outfit?

>She puts a hoof to her chin. "Weeeeeeeeeell... Fluttershy was showing me this outfit that she was going to make to impress you."

>"She said she got the idea from a movie or something that she borrowed from you."

>"I asked her to show me the movie and in it, the p0ni- er... people wearing these outfits were serving food, and it looked super fun!"

 

>You're taken aback by her explanation.

>But then again, this is Pinkie you're talking about...

So... you, uh... Hmm...

>An awkward silence falls over the two of you.

>It's broken by another growl from your gullet.

>"Ooh! Ooh! Sounds like you're rumbly in the tumbly! Come on in, Nonny!"

>She grabs you and pulls you into the shop amidst the grumbling of the crowd.

>Pinkie sits you down at a corner table facing the rest of the bakery.

>She hands you a menu and hops away to take care of some other customers.

>The place is much busier than usual.

>In fact, it seems as though Pinkie and the Cakes procured the help of some of the neighboring p0nies.

>You spot Lyra, Bon Bon, and even Derpy bustling about and helping customers.

>Smiling, you open up the menu to see that all of the prices have been hiked up.

>Fastest smile you've ever had.

>Rainbow Dash would be jealous.

>There's a little excerpt at the bottom of the menu that reads 'Additional cost added for service'.

>You roll your eyes...

Great...

>Pinkie comes bounding up to you, smile on her face.

>You finger the coin in your pocket and smile nervously.

>"So, Nonny... Iraashaimase?" She giggles and sways her rump.

>Why is that so hot?

>"That means 'What can I do for you?'"

>Embarrassed, you close your eyes tight, pull out your last bit, and place it on the table, your hand shaking over it lightly.

This is all I have, Pinkie...

>It seems like you wait forever for a response before you feel Pinkie's hoof rest gently on your hand.

>You nervously open an eye to reveal Pinkie's ever-smiling face and it sets you at ease.

>"Don't worry, Nonny! Friends help friends, right? Go on up to my room and I'll bring you something on the house."

>You set your free hand on top of her hoof on top of your other hand and grin warmly.

Thanks, Pinkie. You're the best.

>You head upstairs, failing to hear when Pinkie calls out to the others.

>"Alright, girls. I'm taking my break early."

 

>You sit, idly toying with Pinkie's things in her room.

>It's so... pink...

>Pictures of Pinkie with various p0nies litter all the available desk space.

>She must know every p0ny in P0nyville...

>There's even a picture of you.

>And next to you, on the frame, is a little heart sticker.

>Adorable.

>She really loves her friends...

>You scan the rest of the pictures.

>But... There aren't any hearts next to anyone else...

>Not even other stallions.

>Actually... Come to think of it, why did Pinkie ask you to come up here?

>Couldn't she have just brought you something at the table?

>Maybe it's time to get out of here...

>You turn to leave, only to have the door burst open.

>Your heart starts racing and you freeze in place.

>In trots Pinkie, toting a single muffin on a plate in her mouth.

>Your eyes try to take in the scene.

>Pinkie is smiling: Check.

>She brought your food: Check.

>Maid costume still hot: Check.

>Everything seems fine here...

>You let your pulse drop back down to a normal rhythm and relax, sitting down on the bed.

>Pinkie sets the plate in your hands and giggles. "Why so tense, Nonny?"

>You take a breath and let out a sigh.

Nothing, Pinkie. Just a little overactive imagination.

>You chuckle and pick up the muffin, eager to get some sustenance.

>In a flash, Pinkie taps your hand.

>"Nuh uh uh, Nonny... That's not how we do things here anymore."

>You stare at her blankly, your mouth still open in anticipation of the bite you were about to take.

Wha... What do you mean?

>She smirks. "It's called service, Anon. Ser-vi-su." She puts an extra emphasis on each syllable and winks on the last one.

>She breaks off a piece of the muffin in her hoof and raises it to your mouth. "Say 'ahhn~'"

 

>Her eyes fall to half mast and the boner in your pants rises to match.

>As she leans in, you lean away, confused as to what action to take next.

>However, Pinkie is a determined mare, and she continues to bring the muffin ever closer.

>Soon, you find yourself pressed against Pinkie's bed with the mare straddled on top of you.

>You're sweating, your heartbeat has resumed its previous furor, and your boner is pitching a tent in your pants.

Pinkie... I think we both need to calm down...

>Your eyes dart around, looking for an excuse.

>You catch a glimpse of her baking apron.

How about baking? You could go make me some sugar cookies...

>She hops up onto the bed, her back legs on either side of your face.

>"How about THESE cookies, sugar?"

>She lifts her skirt to reveal her pristine nipples, puffy and drooping due to a slight swelling.

>Your boner can't handle this new information.

>You immediately cum, semen staining through your underwear and pants.

>It dribbles along your pelvis and onto Pinkie's bed.

>It pools on your stomach, continuing to shoot spunk out in spurts.

>Wow, you didn't think you could cum this much.

>You let out a beastly moan and try to ride out your orgasm.

>But your relief has yet to arrive.

>You just keep cumming.

Pinkie, I...

>You can't seem to form a coherent sentence.

>Pinkie turns around to see what you're fussing about.

>"Ooh, Nonny... That's pretty impressive!"

>She leans down and starts to lap at the seed accumulating on your belly. "And yummy!"

>Oh god, that's hot...

>Your stream increases in pressure and you quickly unbutton your pants to allow your dick free reign.

>You start spraying her face with jizz, soaking her outfit and hair.

>”Mrphlbble!"

>Why won't you stop cumming?

>WHY WON'T YOU STOP CUMMING?

>You rip your pants off, spraying seed all over Pinkie's room.

>Pinkie hops up and over to the door, as if nothing was wrong.

>Her snout wrinkles as your cum drips from her body.

>"Hey Nonny, do you... smell smoke?"

 

>Pinkie darts out of her room.

>She didn’t even think to help you out.

>Oh right...

>Help.

Help!

>You try to wrestle your dick into submission as it flings itself around like an electrifyed snake.

>The pressure at which you are STILL CUMMING proves to be a worthy adversary.

>Just as you manage to grab hold of your member, Pinkie comes rushing back into the room.

>"Nonny, come quick! Somep0ny thought it was a good idea to let Derpy bake..."

>She grabs your arm and, in a similar fashion to the way she pulled you into the restaurant, she pulls you toward the kitchen.

>The entire time, you're painting a racing stripe down the center of the floor.

>As you near the kitchen, you're greeted with plumes of black smoke and a roaring flame.

>Oh god.

>Somep0ny set the kitchen on fire.

>With a deft maneuver, Pinkie takes your cock in her hooves and aims your cum-stream directly at the source.

>In a matter of seconds, your jizz-hose manages to quench the fire and avert a disaster.

>Pinkie rears up and gives you a big hug.

>"Thanks, Nonny! You saved the bakery!"

>Your body still shudders from the sensation of perpetual release and you nearly melt from the added hug.

>Pinkie helps you out of the front of the shop to a crowd of cheering p0nies.

>They hoist you up onto their backs and carry you through P0nyville.

>They are treated to the fountain of spunk that results from you being on your back.

>The mob of p0nies continues to parade your heroic ass through P0nyville and your group starts to garner the attention of other p0nies.

>You hear gasps from mares at their doorsteps.

>"Oh goodness!"

>"You know, I could use a good whitewasher... I've been wanting to repaint my shed for ages now."

>"Twilight's been saying how good human coom is for our coats..."

>To your horror, foals start to mix in with the crowd carrying you and they begin playing in your jizz, as if you were a sprinkler on a hot summer day.

>You even think you see a filly catching some in her mouth.

 

>How is this your life?

>The crowd deposits you at the Mayor's Office and Mayor Mare is briefed on your "heroism."

>Mayor Mare decides to give you a medal for your bravery.

>It hangs limply around your neck as your relentless sperm torrent gushes on.

>"Do you have anything you'd like to say to your fans, Anonymous?"

>While still addled from your predicament, you think you might actually be getting a bit numb to the sensations.

>You sidle up to the podium and declare:

I. Need. Job.

>Okay, you still sound kind of retarded, but that should get better with time, right?

>The crowd looks to each other in confusion at first, but soon after, hooves start shooting up along with requests for odd jobs.

>"I could use a face mask!"

>"Paint my fence!"

>"Power wash my house!"

>"Stand outside my house like a statue for an hour!"

>"Lube up some machinery for me!"

>"Umm... I could use a protein shake..."

>"YEAH!"

-

>And so, your life managed to turn itself around.

>You started doing odd jobs around the town.

>As well as becoming the first P0nyville firefighter.

>Bits started rolling in.

>You got your water turned back on.

>And you even started to make enough money to keep a set of maids staffed to keep your place tidy.

>And clean up after you.

>In fact, you hired Fluttershy as your "personal janitor".

>Despite still not giving her the D, you think she's pretty happy with the job.

>You stop walking around your house for a moment and Fluttershy's muzzle bumps into you.

>She straightens up afterward, jizz dripping from her lips.

>"Oh... S-Sorry, Anon... I was, umm... distracted..."

>You chuckle and pat her head, flooding her face with sperm from your cum-nozzle as you turn.

Fucking Fluttershy...