Anon's Horn: Chapter 1

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Anon's Horn: Chapter 1

 

>It has been a week since Twilight's exam. They told you it wasn't exactly an exam, but some kind of adventure/test, something about saving the lost Glass Kingdom from some random evil freak.

>You don't really care. If the mane 6 say it's been dealth with, why would you?

>Now everything is back to normal. Or almost.

>Twilight has spent most of the week locked up in her library. You visited her once, but she was too busy to chat. Seems that, since she passed Celestia's test-thingy, her studies will kick up a notch.

>And of course, her being her, she's totally obsessed about it.

>You're not worried. She'll come around. She did the other times.

>Rarity is also obsessed. She says she saw some "fabulous" things on their trip and she's working her ass out on some new 'crystal' designs. You even earned some bits helping her. Turns out, craftsponies really appreciate fingers.

>And there's the fang issue.

>When you came back from the walk, you tossed it on a drawer and lock it up, not sure what to do with it. It really puts you on edge.

>You haven't forgot the hallucination. It touched you too deep. It almost made you uncomfortable around the mane 6. You had to keep calming yourself.

But they're my friends. They'd never do something like that to me!

>Again and again, like some kind of mantra. You've remembered almost all of your experiences here on Ponyville back from when you came.

>Twilight's teachings, Pinkie's pranks, Applejack's advices, Rarity's gifts, Rainbow Dash's moral support, and Fluttershy's... well, shyness.

>But also kindness. She offered you a bed when you arrived. A home, 'til you got your own house. She cared for you and shared everything she had. She looked truly sad when you moved out.

>Maybe that nightmare was just some kind of introspective vison. Just a representation of your irrational fears. It's all psycology. You're sure Freud could have explained that "frozen-off dick-dildo" bullshit. You're sure it was only your subconcious reacting to whatever magic was left in that thing.

>Which brings you back to the fang itself.

>You realise you don't know shit about it. You don't know shit about magic.

>Maybe you should give it another look.

>...Yeah, that's not a bad idea. What's the worst it could-?

>Nope, not finishing that thought. Anyway. You grab the drawer's key. A shiver goes down your spine. You put your hand in the handle, feeling cold sweat in your forehead.

>You open it. And...

>!

>...It's right there, the same way as you left it. Just a red bone.

>Of course it is. You realise how much you feared it. You almost expected it to jump at you.

>You reach a hand to grab it, but you think twice.

Oh, no, mister. Not again. You got enough shit on me last time.

>You go downstairs, looking for the toolbox you bought when you moved in. Never knew why fingerless magic-wielding ponies would ever need tools, but hey, fuck it. Logic isn't so important here on Equestria.

>You put the gloves on. Now we're talking.

>...

>Better grab the safe goggles too.

>The fang is laying at your desk, the lamp's light hits it directly.

>It looks like a regular dead piece of bone. You'd swear it was just garbage if you didn't know...

>You grab it and inspect it carefully.

>It is a twenty-centimetre long broken bone, perfectly polished. The sharp point is red, fiery red, but the colour waters down to almost black near the base.

>The base is quite interesting. It looks like it has been severed or broken off. It is not a clean cut, but it's quite straight. There's some shards protruding on the edges. They look pointed, better not to touch them.

>You think you can see several concentric rings on the suface of the cut. The shards partially hide them, but they look familiar. Maybe they're like the ones on trees, one ring per year of life. If it is like that, the beast where this thing came from was seriously old. Like centuries-old.

>Okay, nothing really too wierd yet. Now comes the fun part.

>You grab a kitchen knife. You'll try to pull one of the shards off.

>If anything your nerdy ass has heard and read about fantasy magical artifacts is true, this is when shit gets crazy.

>But you're not really worried. The worst you expect is some other hallucination. You can deal with that. And if something worse breaks loose, well, Twilight lives on the same street as you.

>So, man up, bitch. You stab the knife's point near the base of the biggest shard you see and break it off.

>The shard comes off. No big deal.

>You're almost disappointed.

>That's it? No ominous laughter, no dark smoke?

>Fuck this shit. Your mind fills with a strange mix of relief and frustration. And fatigue. You're too tired for this, too scared of nothing. And it is late. 3 AM late. Hell, you must have spent hours examinating the fang. You turn the lights off and go to bed. Tomorrow you have work to do, and honestly, you're pretty fucking tired. More tired than you even know. You crawl to your bed and fall unconscious the moment you close your eyes.

>As soon as you fall asleep, the broken shard starts boiling with dark green bubbles. It soon turns into dark mist and flies off the open window. Into the quiet warm night air of Ponyville.

 

>You're Fluttershy. And you're sleeping.

>Of course you are. It is late. It's well past midnight. And the night is dark, scary. Who knows what's out there?

>So you're asleep. You're asleep in your bed with all the little critters you love so much. But they're not the thing you love most, even if you haven't realised yourself.

>You're asleep, and therefore oblivious. Oblivious to the slight breeze that comes from your open window. To the almost invisible shadow that comes with it, that aproaches you and enters your dreams through your nose and mouth.

>You're dreaming, but you don't know that. You're in a hill behind your house, covered with green short grass. The sky is pure blue, not a cloud in sight. A gentle breeze relieves you both from the excessive warmth of the sun.

>You're having a picnic with Anon. You smile at him. He smiles you back. Everything is perfect.

>You can't believe you didn't notice your feelings for him before. Now you see they had run deep since you first met him. You were the only one who didn't see a strange monster in him, but a poor, lost creature. It started as the same affection you felt for your animals, but it became something more complex and intense as you spent your time with him in your cottage. Now you see why it hurt you so much when he got his own house and moved out from your daily life.

>But now you're ecstatic! He's now with you, and you love him. You would scream it to the skies, to the sun and the moon and the stars and the plants and animals and the ponies.

>But you won't. You don't need to. The only one you trully care to know it is right besides you. You don't scream at him.

>You hug his arm, and lean your head on his shoulder and whisper to him.

>"Oh, Anon, I love you. I love you so so much."

>There it is, you said it. You feel so much better now. Because you don't fear what his answer will be. You can read it in his eyes, in his smile, in the way his hand caresses you mane and his head leans upon yours.

>He kisses your forehead.

C'mon, sweetie, there's no need for that.

>What?

>You look up to him. That's not the answer you expected. The fears and doubts you had almost forgot slowly return.

>"W-Wh-What do you...m-mean?"

You brought me here, far from everywhere and everyone, to have sex, didn't you?

>You blush like you never blushed before. And that's something.

>What?! No! This is just your favourite hill! The most beautiful spot in all Ponyville! You just wanted to share it with him. How could he think-?

>"NO! T-that's not it! I-I just wanted to... to..."

>He puts a finger on your lips.

Shhh... You don't need to tell me. I noticed how you look at me. I know you're shy, that this must be hard for you. Don't worry, I got the message, I don't mind. Just let me do. I'll take care of everything...

>He pushes you to lay on your back and puts himself over you. He's still smiling. There's no violence, no evil in his eyes. He truly thinks you want it.

>And you do, but not this way. Not now. Not with him thinking this is just sex, just for fun and lust.

>You open your mouth to talk, but he sticks his finger on it.

>He puts another finger in your mouth. The other mouth. You can't help wetting wet. You've fantasized about him countless times and you truly desire him.

>But not like this.

>He looks surprised, his grin grows wider.

Whoa, there's a flood down there. I knew I was right, but I didn't think you were this eager...

>You are not! He's wrong! The finger in your mouth plays with your tongue. You think of biting it, but it is Anon. You wouldn't harm Anon... And you do like it.

>You begin to cry as his tongue invades you. Pleasure and frustration battle in your mind. Spasms echo down your spine as he licks your wet marehood lips and clit. Pleasure won: that was the best orgasm you ever had.

>And you hate yourself for it.

>You recover your senses to hear him chuckling.

Looks like you're ready for the main dish, aren't you?

>His finger comes out from your mouth, the upper one. Your eyes widen as he starts unzipping his pants, revealing his erect member. It's bigger than you expected.

>You're panting heavily, but you manage to recover you voice.

>"Wait! W-wait, I don't-"

>He's in. You almost bite your tongue, not out of pleasure but out of pain and despair. This is not how you imagined it! He must think you're some kind of whore, a mare in heat!

>This isn't romantic at all.

>His thrusts are getting faster. Each one reaches deep, cuting your breath and your toughts. Only frustration and unwanted pleasure remains.

>You begin crying and sobbing as orgasms accumulate. He seems restless, hasn't even ejaculated once. It's just unnatural. Your face is almost as wet as your crotch. But he doesn't realize nor cares.

Almost there, baby, ALMOST THERE!

>One final, massive thrust. Liquid warmth spreads inside your tummy. New best orgasm ever. Your mind goes blank, as hormones and insctinct-induced pleasure wipes away any trace of yourself from you.

>But only for a moment.

>You're laying in the grass, face to the sky. Anon isn't holding you anymore. You didn't notice him move, but he's away, munching on a sandwich from the basket you brought.

>You try to stand up, but your legs don't respond to you. The multiple orgasms left you weak as a newborn fillie.

>Anon notices your movement and shoves the rest of the sandwich down his throat. He walks to you and smiles.

What? Ready for round two?

>You sob. This is too much.

>"Ah...A-Anon, please... this is...this is n-not what I wanted..."

>He stops. No grin. He looks astonished. And... Pissed off?

What? Do you mean...

>His eye twiches. He's mad. Really mad.

Do you know what-...The others knew that you liked me. They put pressure on me to... Can you even imagine what they did-?!

>"Look, I'm sorry...I-I just wante-"

Of course you can't. 'Cause you're a MOTHERFUCKING HORSE!

>Ouch. That HURT. You begin to cry.

>"Please, Anon. You don't mean tha-"

SHUT THE FUCK UP. I SHOULD'VE KNOWN: I DON'T MEAN SHIT TO YOU. IN ANY WAY. YOU'RE JUST A HORSE. AN ANIMAL!

And that just makes me worse... I... I fucked an animal...

>You could almost hear you're heart ripping off. Along with his sanity.

And you know what? I FUCKING LOVED IT

>The smile returns to his face. No. It doesn't return. This is another one, one filled with madness.

AND YOU LIKED IT TOO, DIDN'T YOU?

>He grabs you and forces your face to the ground. Your mouth is full of grass and dirt, but you let out a scream when his dick suddenly penetrates your anus.

THAT'S IT! SCREAM! HOWL!

>He starts howling and panting, like a dog. He's lost it.

>Before there was pleasure. You thought it was bad because of it, your body was betraying you.

>But now there's only pain. And it is incomparably worse. Because you like it even more.

>You both cum again and again, lost in a meaningless orgy until all fades to black.

 

>You wake up back at your cottage, in your bed, shacking and sweating. The dream left you breathless.

>You know it was a dream. But it wasn't a normal one. Nothing as personal and real ever is. It was a revelation from your subconcious. And a big one.

>Because you didn't dream those feelings.

>You now realize you love Anon. You were interested since you first met him, but you fell in love when you lived together.

>Now you understand why you blush so much with him around, why you stutter and whisper so much when he talks to you...

>...why you fantasize and dream with him again and again.

>You hover to the bathroom, and splash some cold water on your face. You look at yourself in the mirror and start thinking. You have to work this feelings out while they're fresh.

>He's the love of your live. You'd do anything for her sake, to earn his love. You don't doubt that anymore.

>But he is an ape, not a equine. He's fundamentally different from what you know. You can't aproach him like you normally would. You may lose him if you're not careful. You shiver. That's not an option.

>What should you do? You barely know anything about humans, only the few stories he told you. And he didn't touch this specific subject.

>Think, Fluttershy, think. You had several monkeys at your care once. You try to remember if they did something similar to courting or... breeding...

>Wait. The dream! The dream has the answer! He didn't react to your confession as you expected. He dismissed your love as a way to have sex...

>...So you'll have to confess your love through sex! Yes! That's it!

>You're so focused on your revelation that you don't notice the fading green glow your eyes reflect on the mirror before it disappears.

>You fly off the bedroom, not noticing either the black bubble you left behind that floats away through the open window.

>You have to plan this well. With Celestia as your witness, you swear you won't have him reject you.