60's Anon Ch. 1

>You are Anon

>Date: 2nd April, 1967

>Or at least that’s what you last remembered it being until you somehow teleported to this strange world filled to the brim with pastel coloured ponies named Equestria

>And for some strange reason, just about all these ponies seem to have tattoos on each side of their ass

>If this is the future, God help you

>How you even ended up here is a mystery to you

>But what does that matter now? You’re here and, as far as you’re aware, there’s no going back to Earth

>Being the only known human in this land is quite a strange feeling to you

>Almost like being that one black guy in school, but these ponies don’t really treat you as harshly as the other guys at school did him

>But it’s time to stop getting off track here, and time to start focusing on the matters at hand

>You don’t really have too many friends in this, not as many as you did on Earth

>For the most part, there were really only two peop…ponies who you would consider friends in this peculiar land

>Both of them are musicians like you are

>First off, there’s Vinyl Scratch, a white pony with some pretty funky blue hair

>Now this chick makes some really weird yet pretty neat sounding music

>The amazing part is that it’s all done electronically

>Vinyl produces her music, most of the time, using a piano like device known as a synthesiser that can produce just about any sound you can make it

>A piano that can create just about any sound you can imagine. This has got to be some form of heaven or something

>Man, if you locked yourself in a room with one of those things for an hour, the possibilities are endless

>What’s better is how small these things are as well

>You had synthesisers back on Earth but they were as big as a god damned house with their giant modules

>I only wish Earth had them this small when I was still there, but that’s irrelevant now

>She also uses a weird desk TV type thing called a “computer” or something

>Can’t say I’ve ever seen one of those things before on earth

>It also has its own typewriter too, and it doesn’t use any ink ribbons or anything

>She also uses a pretty big record player that she uses at dances and things like that

>Much like your own record player back on Earth except that was more for your own personal use and definitely not as big

>There might not be any humans in this dimension but it does have much better devices and all other types of gizmos

>It felt good knowing that Earth’s people probably won’t get stuff as good as this

>The only things you really miss right now are all your albums and singles back home

>Vinyl recently suggested doing a revision of one of your favourite songs back on Earth, “California Dreamin”, after you played and sang it to her one time

>She seemed to like how chill the song was

>The second of the friends is a bit more of an old fashioned type

>Her names Octavia, a grey pony who often wears a pink bowtie and white collar and plays the cello in an orchestra

>She seems to really prefer a symphonic sound rather than the electronic sound Vinyl’s got going

>She’s alright, but she sort of looks down on Vinyl’s electric music saying stuff like how it will never be as good as symphonic music

>Vinyl also does the same to her, saying how electronic music is the way forward and that symphonic music is frozen in time

>These arguments usually last for a few days

>You did find them pretty amusing to watch sometimes

>Both of them seem pretty high class in the fact they have performed professionally on royal occasions up at the royal castle located in what is essentially the main (no pun intended) city named Canterlot

>As well as being these ponies friends, you also work for them, often assisting them in their projects in various ways.

>Both of them seem to agree that your hands are much better at playing instruments than their hooves

>You don’t quite understand how hooves can play and instruments

>You never really had a job back on Earth, other than being a dishwasher at a restaurant which you hardly got payed for

>Not to mention it was real shitty too

>In terms of accommodation and housing, you’re currently living in a basic cottage on the outskirts of a small village named “Ponyville” pretty stupid name you have to say

>The cottage was issued to you by this world’s sun god or something like that whose name is Princess Celestia

>Both Vinyl and Octavia live in Ponyville so you’re glad you don’t have to travel all the way into the city to work

>It’s pretty embarrassing thinking you were probably known as “The shaven monkey who lives on the edge of the village” or something similarly stupid by the rest of the villagers

>This princess also has a sister apparently, some night god named Princess Luna who used to live on the moon for whatever reason

>You wonder if the moon here is similar to the one that you would see from Earth’s own night sky

>Apparently there were plans to launch a man to the moon back on Earth

>You personally don’t believe it would happen

>The commies sent a man into space some time ago, that’s probably as far as they’re going to get

>Landing on the moon is some Star Trek garbage

>But enough about damned moons and space

>This Ponyville place is well known for six of its populates who apparently saved this world a few times before

>You didn’t know these ponies very well though

>Well, except for one

>Her name is Twilight Sparkle

>Now there’s one you hope to be more than friends with

>She’s essentially this worlds Einstein who live in and essentially owns the local library

>She reminds you of a girl you knew back on Earth who you had feelings for

>She was smart, felt very strongly about one’s education

>You don’t know why but there was something you really liked about that

>You guess maybe responsibility was a turn on for you or something

>You would try and ask this girl out many a time, but you were rejected each and every single time you did so

>She gave a few excuses for it though

>Stuff like “I’m not ready” or “I only just came out of a relationship”

>Sometimes it was “You’re too different” or “You’re too run of the mill”

>Though each time you asked her to explain herself a little, you were always elbowed away

>Not to say you couldn’t easily pull in a girl, you were actually quite good at it

>Then again, all floosies ever want is a good cock so they were easy to pull half the time

>You suppose that after so many easy pulls you wanted to be in a more serious and meaningful relationship

>It just seems that she was a harder catch than most girls you had

>But all that doesn’t matter now that you’re in a world full of multi-coloured ponies

>For some time, Twilight has been studying and examining everything there is to know about you

>You could say she was interested in you somewhat but not in the way you want her to be

>It was only because you were a “new” or “different” species

>And this really pissed you off

>She wasn’t interested in your stories and life back on earth and the people you knew and met

>She didn’t seem to care about you as a musician, you don’t even know if she likes music or not

>She didn’t give a rat’s ass about you or your personality at all

>All that mattered to her was that you were some experiment for her to study

>You hate it but you still want to pursue something with Twilight

>Doing that you think it would redeem yourself from all your failed attempts back on Earth

>Maybe you’ve just got to make a move on her somehow…

>Speaking of which, you’ve got a study session with her real soon at the library

>As stated, these sessions just consist of her taking notes of anything that has to do with your body or some weird Einstein crap like that

>It was all part of the deal you made with Celestia

>She gives you a place to stay and in return you must be examined and analysed by Twilight Sparkle

>And you weren’t going to be living in the wild like some animal

>Perhaps if today’s sessions is about sex and reproduction…

>Maybe you could pop into the local pharmacist for a few supplies just in case…

>Jesus Christ, why the hell are you thinking about fucking a pony? Why the hell do you even think about this certain pony?

>Because she reminds you of some broad back on human land who you liked but completely disregarded you

>But maybe that can change here; perhaps in very rare circumstances you can find love here

>But with a pony then again, it’s sure as hell a good thing the guys from Earth aren’t here with you

>Then again, half of the broads you had back on Earth did look like fucking horses

>Now that’s something you were definitely weren’t proud of

>But all guys need some good sex every now and again, you suppose

>It’s just you weren’t proud of half the times that would happened either

>But you can put all that behind you now       

>Right now, you’ve got to think about what you’re going to do with Twilight

>There has to be some good line you can give her

>Well whatever the hell it’s going to be, you can think of it while you walk there slowly

>Not to mention, you could really do with a cigarette round about now

>Serious thoughts and self arguing can really make a man die for a smoke

>You pull out a cigarette from your pack and take out your small matchbox

>You light the match and do the same to the end of your cigarette with the match

>Man, a cigarette is best when you need it the most

>You wonder, what are you going to do once your pack runs out?

>Do they even have tobacco in Equestria?

>I know that there were bubble pipes knocking around but who the hell would want to smoke bubbles?

>Well, you’ve still got about eight or nine cigs left anyway

>That should last you a few days at least

>You always did keep your smoking in moderation

>You had a rather strict rule that you stuck by after all

>“Have a cig only every 2-3 hours” was the one and you didn’t smoke much in the evenings either

>While enjoying your walk and smoke you notice a pony up ahead

>This pony turned out to be Fluttershy, and apparently one of Ponyville’s splendid six alongside Twilight Sparkle

>You didn’t really know the other five of them that well, you probably just weren’t that interested in the rest of them

>Fluttershy was yellow of body and had pink hair

>She was also a Pegasus pony as well which you admit seemed pretty cool

>You always did have this fascination for flying after all

>There was always something about Fluttershy

>The way she’s so quiet and socially retarded often pondered your mind

>You would sometimes wonder what Fluttershy had on her mind sometimes

>But you remain confident that there’s nothing remotely bad on her mind at all

>She always did seem so cute and innocent

>As you observe, you notice she’s carrying a couple of bags strapped to her sides

>It looks like she’s returning home from the market place

>Apparently Fluttershy doesn’t live that far away from you

>From what you’ve heard, she lives more or less near the Everfree Forest near the outskirts of Ponyville

>She was a real animal nut; her cottage was essentially an animal shelter

>It looks like she’s struggling with her groceries a bit and looks as though she’s out of breath

>Maybe you’d best help her out

>You run over to the out-of-breath, quiet yellow pony

“Hey.”

>She let’s out a small “EEP!” and does a small startled jump backwards

>Is she always this easily frightened?

>How she managed to cope in her younger years you’ll never know

“I apologise if I startled you, madam.”

>“O-oh, good morning, A-Aa-A-Aaa…”

>God damn, it seems she has trouble remembering your name…

“The name’s Anon, miss”

>“Oh, I didn’t mean to insult you! It’s just I’ve hardly known you so I don’t remember your name that well! I hope you can forgive me!

>Christ, this broad needs to cool down a bit

“Just relax, there’s nothing to worry about! It’s all perfectly understandable seeing as how you don’t know me that well.”

>Saying that seems to calm her down a bit

>“Oh, thank goodness. I was so worried I might have insulted you.”

>Yeah, I noticed that

“Well, don’t go worrying yourself over that now.”

>You’re cigarette by this point is all burned out and so you discard it to your right

>“A-are you sure that won’t cause any damage, A-Anon?”

“Ah, never mind about that. Listen, I saw you struggling with your groceries so I though I’d lend you a hand or hoof or whatever.”

>At that moment, she looks you straight in the eye, lightly blushing, eyes widened

“Are you ok?”

>She begins shaking her head and seems to snap out of this hypnotic state afterwards

>“O-oh, sorry. It’s just no one has ever offered me a hoof with groceries before. I-I never knew you were so kind, Anon.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s the least I can do.”

>“W-well…what’s the most you can do?

>Did that sound as if she was...?

>Nah, it couldn’t have been, she’s far too innocent for any of that

“So, what were you in the marketplace for?”

>“Oh, I was just fetching some ingredients for Angel Bunny’s lunch today. I promised I’d make him something extra nice today.

>Angel Bunny. You’ve heard stories about that rabbit before

>About how much of a prick he is

>Based on what you heard, you would think that Fluttershy isn’t making him this out of the goodness of her heart

>You may not know Fluttershy that well, but you do know how much of a pushover she can be

>You take Fluttershy’s bags from her sides

>Man, these aren’t even that heavy, and you weren’t the strongest guy in your class either

>However, Fluttershy’s admiring you with such awe like you’re fucking Hercules or something

“So, uh…which way is it to your house?”

>Again, Fluttershy snaps out of her admiring gaze on you

>“O-oh! I-it’s just up this path. Just follow me”

>She begins to walk up a narrow path and you follow suit

>After a while, you can Fluttershy’s cottage straight ahead at the end of the path

>While following, you can’t help but notice that Fluttershy seems to be swaying her ass from side to side in a rather provocative manner

>There’s got to be something going on here…

>Now, come on, man. You’ve got to stop thinking about this stuff

>Finally, you reach Fluttershy’s cottage, and you hand her back her groceries

>“W-won’t you come inside, Anon? I-I could maybe make you something to eat if you’re feeling…”

“I would if I could, Fluttershy, but I’ve got to get going now. I’m due for an appointment.”

>“Oh, are you sure you can’t stay a little while?”

“I’m sure, but I probably will drop by for a visit sometime.”

>“Oh, that’s great. I’ll be sure to let you know when I’ve got some…heavy lifting to be done.”

>Are you sure she’s not…?

“Ok then…See you around, Fluttershy…

>“Goodbye, Anon”

>She closes the door slowly with half-lidded and rather seductive looking eyes

>Christ above, that last part was really strange

>As a matter a fact, this whole encounter’s been strange no matter how much you want to suppress it

>But there’s no time to think about that now.

>You begin to hurry towards the library.

>You’ve got a feeling today might run a little bit different than usual