A Helping Hoof P7

>The 6 of you head out towards the station.

>They all ask where Fluttershy is.

>You can only answer them with a vague “She’ll show up.”

>Rarity continues her drunken escapade, embarrassing you by insisting you hold her close to your side the entire way.

>She even asked you to carry her, once.

>The other ponies looked at you, stifling laughter. Pinkie nearly had a cutegasm when you actually complied.

>She wrapped her hooves around your neck and held on. It was the single most embarrassing moment of your life but you still enjoyed it.

>And not because she kept planting tiny kisses on your neck when the others weren’t looking.

>Though that part was pretty nice.

>You arrive at the station, the Yellow Terror waiting there for you.

>She seemed to be attempting to stare a hole straight through you.

>Rarity blows a raspberry at her.

>You roll your eyes and set the marshmallow down.

>”Oh hey Fluttershy! Anon said you’d meet us here.” Twilight says, ever the figurehead.

>”Yeah, I figured we should all travel together. We’re all friends here, right?” Fluttershy says, in her normal voice, the comment obviously headed toward you.

>You are the ant under the magnifying glass.

“Of course we are, Flutterbooboo.” Rarity quips, grinning.

>You can see the anger flood over Fluttershy and you swear her hair was about to go super saiyan.

>Oh god this is going to be a long ride isn’t it.

>”Calm down you two, we’re about to be cramped into a train car for hours together. You two can at least get along.”

>Twilight ever the great mediator.

>The 7 of you board the train. Apparently Twilight had a “Board the train free” card.

>Lucky.

>The conductor shoots you an odd look as you step by him, and you reply with an awkward wave.

>You also bump your head on the door, forgetting to quack.

>Goddamnit.

>You make your way to the cabin where the rest of the ponies have gathered.

>You seem to have the whole thing to yourselves.

>Immediately you can feel the tension in the air.

>Fluttershy is glaring at Rarity, who is ignoring her, idly playing with her hair.

>The other four sort of back off and watch the two, a near visible stream of lightning shooting between them, anime style.

>As you enter, Rarity immediately springs up and trots to you, wrapping her tail around your leg.

>The two of you make your way to the seats and you slump into them with a sigh.

>”Darling, I’m so glad you’re here. Flutterbooboo has been giving me the most DREADFUL of looks. Would you be a dear and…stand in her way?”

>You’re already seated between them, and can feel the tension attempting to bore a hole in your side.

>You turn and look at Fluttershy and she is indeed unhappy.

“Uh…Fluttershy? Is everything okay with you?”

>Probably the wrong thing to say.

>”Of COURSE Anon. I’ve never felt BETTER.” She exclaims, clearly not even close to being okay.

>”Anon…what in the world did you do to Fluttershy?” Twilight asks, a bit wary to test the situation.

“I…uh…might of mentioned something about her uh…murdering me.”

>”What?”

>”She did what now, Anon?”

>”You sure yer talkin bout the same Fluttershy?

>Pinkie merely gasps and seems to faint.

>”Oh no, you heard him right girls. It seems Anon doesn’t like me all that much.”

>She leans in a little closer to you, making you edge a little backward.

“That’s not true at all Fluttershy, I just…I’m being honest!”

>You look to Applejack, a bit frantic.

>She catches your glance and you see her sigh.

>”Well, I’ve a nose for a lies like were a dead raccoon in a haystack…but…Anon don’t seem to be any kinda liar…”

>”Lying is something a meaniehead would do. Anon isn’t a meaniehead!” Pinkie gallantly defends you.

>”…but something has really ruffled Fluttershy’s feathers. One or both of them are hiding something.”

>You swallow hard.

>Were you hiding something? You didn’t think you were.

>”Anon isn’t telling the truth, Applejack. He even plans on lying to the Princess!”

>“Oh come on Fluttershy, we all know she can read minds. She’ll be able to tell who’s telling the truth regardless of what you say.” Rainbow says, surprisingly coming to defend you.

>”Good you bring that up, Rainbow, because I plan on convincing her without her having to even double check you.”

>“By Celestia…Fluttershy, what’s gotten into you?” Twilight says, going to Fluttershy’s side, looking shocked.

>”Hey Anon?”

>You turn your head from the insuing argument to Rarity, who has remained silent this whole time.

“Yeah, Rarity?”

>”You…you think we could move to another car? All of this shouting is giving me quite the painful headache.”

>You turn again and look at the rest of them starting to squabble over each other. Applejack and Twilight seem to be on Fluttershy’s side, while Rainbow and Pinkie are seemingly trying to convince them otherwise.

>Wow you actually had friends.

>You’re honestly taken a little aback by this.

>Rarity snaps you out of it, nudging you slightly with a hoof.

>”Darling?”

“Sorry, yeah I guess that’d be best. It seems like Fluttershy doesn’t want us here anyway.”

>”She’s just jealous. You’ve seen how she  looks at you. It’s SO obvious.”

>It really isn’t.

>The two of you rise, saying you’re going to go somewhere a little quieter.

>Rainbow seems to be the only one losing her shit over the situation, her mane rather flustered.

>”Where do you think YOU’RE going, Anon? Don’t you want to try and convince your FRIENDS that you’re not lying to all of them?”

>You go to speak and Rarity interrupts.

>”I’m sorry, what was that Flutterbooboo? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of someone too jealous to keep her mouth shut.”

>Oh shit why

>You quickly grab Rarity as Fluttershy charges the both of you, her teal eyes merely pinpricks of rage.

>You rush out the cabin door and shut it quickly.

>You see Rainbow and the others pulling Fluttershy back. You can hear her shouting, but can’t make out any words.

>She’s so mad.

>”Anon, now I am curious. What in the world did you say to her to set her off like that?”, Rarity pipes up, smiling as you cradle her in your arms.

>You roll your eyes and walk to an empty booth, setting her down and then sitting next to her.

“I just told her that she was the pers-pony who killed me. Or at least, from what I remember. And that I was going to tell the Princess everything. She’s…really not taking it well.”

>Rarity’s eyes light up and she blinks rapidly.

>”I…beg your pardon? Why in the world would you tell the Princess?”

“Rarity, I don’t know about you, but I’m having a bit of a hard situation in Equestria. I’ve died three times and I’m running on life support. I’ve also been raped twice, and now the only friends I have are arguing on if I’m lying or not. The only damn saving grace I have is that I’ve got you.”

>You sigh running a hand through her soft silky hair idly.

“Even if you’re kind of a drunkard.”

>She goes to bite your hand, blushing furiously.

>”Anon I’ll have you know that I am NOT a drunkard. That sort of term is used to describe layabouts and wasteaways who spend their lives in a dingy old bar. I just happen to partake of a nice wine or spirit here and there to freshen life up a tad.”

>She ends the sentence with her nose in the hair, eyes closed and looking as haughty as ever.

>She’s so adorable.

>You bring her close to you and she rests her head on your lap idly.

”Whatever you say Rarity."

>You chuckle slightly. The alcoholism bothers you but it doesn’t seem to be hurting her very much. Maybe ponies are different.

“Why don’t we just…relax a little. I’m kind of nervous to meet the Princess again and all this stress is kind of getting to me.”

>”Well then, Anon, why didn’t you simply ask me?”

 

>Her ears perk up and she moves her nose closer to your crotch, looking up at you with sapphires that gleam with the fire of a bedroom.

 “Uh…Rarity, no I meant…I kind of want to take a nap.”

>To your surprise, you’re actually tired. Suppose dying twice in one day does that to you?

>She huffs quietly, clearly disappointed.

>”You’re no fun. Who takes a nap on a train when we’re all alone and no one can hear us?”

>Though she had a point, your boner wasn’t really in the mood.

“Rarity…it’s not that I don’t want you or anything I…I’m just…I don’t to die again.”

>She hangs her head, knowing that you’re probably right.

>”Well then. I’m going to head to little filly’s room. Do make yourself comfortable?”

>You nod at her, and let her out of the booth.

>You take note of her swishing her tail gently at you, the subtle violet curls bouncing along, barely hiding her already moist entrance.

>Your penis also takes note, but you manage to suppress it slightly.

>Cool it man, we don’t like that whole ‘dying’ thing.

>But…dude…she’s got a really good point.

>Well…you didn’t die when she gave you a blowjob or whatever. Maybe try that again?

>Shit that sounds great penis.

>Guys I hate to interrupt but someone’s at the door.

>Sure enough, Rainbow slowly trots through the door, taking a seat across from you and resting her chin on a hoof.

>”Anon…you’re really something else, you know that?”

“Uh…thank you?”

>”Before you came…there wasn’t any uh…rape or whatever. If any of us got into some kind of fight with one another it’d be settled pretty quick.”

>She glances back to the door, and sighs, turning back to you.

>”And there sure as heck wasn’t any death or murder. Or whatever happened.”

>She leans in inquisitively.

“All I know is all I know, Rainbow. I mean, I blacked out for a bit of the whole event but I can remember the important parts.”

>She continues to stare at you, raising an eyebrow exaggeratedly.

“Uh…how is Fluttershy.”

>She pulls back and rolls her magenta eyes.

>”She’s acting weird, Applejack and Pinkie Pie keep trying to calm her down. What did you do to her man?”

“Long story short, I kind of broke her heart, I think.”

>”Oh right, I almost forgot about all that.”

>You give her a puzzled look.

>How the hell do you forget something like that?

>You catch Rarity coming in from the other side of the car, levitating a tray with what seems to be a plate of snacks and a bottle of…

>Wine.

>Of course.

>”Rainbow, darling, care to join us for some refreshments?” Rarity calls out as she approaches.

>She stumbles a little in her step, but corrects herself and acts like nothing’s wrong.

>You have a feeling that’s not the first bottle of wine she found.

>Rainbow looks over to Rarity, whose face is now very much flushed.

>She then looks back at you, and you shake your head, shrugging.

>”Uh…no thanks Rarity, I…I think I’m gonna go back to the other car.”

>She rises to the air and flits towards the door.

>She catches you off guard with a very un-subtle wink, and absconds through the door.

>Rarity sets down the tray, pouring the both of you a glass of wine and settling into the spot next to you, forcing you to scoot closer to the wall so she can have some room.

>She seems to have a few sandwiches and some cookies set in a little plate, as well as the two glasses of wine.

>You’re about to wonder where she got them, but stop yourself as you see Rarity down the crimson liquid in one gulp.

“Uh, Rarity, aren’t you hitting that a little hard? We’re about to meet the Princess, you know.”

>”Oh, Anon, how many times have I told you that it takes more than a few bott-glasses of wine to affect this mare.”

>She exaggeratedly brushes against you, looking up at you with twinkling eyes…

>…that are very familiar all of the sudden.

>These are the same eyes that you saw back when she surprised you in your room the other day.

>These are the eyes that scream WANT.

>Oh god finally someone is speaking my language.

>NOT NOW PENIS

“Are…are you sure, Rarity? You…uh…seem a bit excited.”

>”Anon, I’m sitting here cuddled up next to you in a comfortable booth, all alone. Do you realize how rare that is?”

“Yeah well…I’m just worried and nervous and I…”

>She shuts you up by planting a deep kiss directly on your lips.

>”Anonymous, I think I know why I love you.”

>You stagger to your senses.

“Why’s that?”

>”Because you’re absolutely the worst possible partner for me, and that makes you all the more appealing.”

>That doesn’t make sense at all Rarity.

“Uh…thank you?”

>She slides closer to you and begins to kiss your side.

>”You wear way too many clothes, darling. I mean, even though I’m the one who made them for you doesn’t mean you need to wear them all the time…”

>She looks at you slyly.

>You know where this is headed and you’re not sure if you’re willing to comply.

>She’s drunk again, and the other 5 are in the booth next to you.

>…but shit, publicity is one of your fetishes.

>You’re on the way to the Princess? What if some kind of magical shenanigans happens again?

>Well, you’re on the way to the Princess either way, and I’m sure she knows enough to help you out somehow.

>Guys, why don’t we just let me decide?

>Penis, you always get to decide.

>Duh.

>Your internal monologue is interrupted by Rarity violently stripping your shirt off with her magic.

“Woah hey Rarity calm down what the-“

>She then shines her horn at your pants, but seems to have some trouble, even with her magic.

>”Anonymous, be a dear and help a lady out, would you?”

“What, no, Rarity what are you doing?”

>”Oh fine, be like that.”

>She reaches down with her teeth and fumbles with your button.

>Your hand idly goes to help her, unbuttoning your pants.

>NO HAND WHY ARE YOU BETRAYING ME

>”Much obliged, darling.”

>And with a subtle shine of her magic, off go your pants.

>You finally move your hands and attempt to cover yourself, slumping into the booth.

>No one can see you though, unless they entered from either door. There’s also a window on the door, but it’d be probably pretty easy to notice somep0ny staring in on you.

>Rarity begins to nuzzle your crotch gently, pushing your hands out of the way with no resistance from you, her soft coat brushing against your skin, causing goosebumps to show down your leg.

>Your erection rises to the occasion happily.

>”Why are you so hesitant, Anon? And here I thought you loved it when I touched your body…”

>Really.

>She HAD to say something like that, didn’t she.

“I…I do Rarity it’s just that…”

>She kisses haphazardly up your thighs, finally making her way to your member.

>Her kisses are slow, soft, and you feel the tip of her tongue brush against you ever so slightly.

>Your member pulses happily, secreting a drop of precum.

>You groan slightly. Goddamn she’s good when she’s drunk.

>”Just that what, Anon?”

>She pauses, looking up at you and grinning.

“…it’s just that…fuck it.”

>She grins wildly, stepping out of the booth and into the main runway.

>Anyone could see you if they looked through the window, now.

>”Come here, Anonymous. I think I have just what you need to calm those jittery nerves of yours…”

>She licks her lips at you, before bending down and lifting her tail towards you.

>Oh no

>As soon as the marshmallow scent fills the air you find it hard to control yourself as you leap over to her.

>And the fact that…somep0ny could be watching you…

>You get down on your knees behind her, quickly running your tongue up her already drenched slit.

>You take a momentary pause as you reach her alabaster hole, and shrug.

>Why not.

>And with that you slide your tongue up and over her balloon knot, and you can feel her whole body shiver.

>”Anon…d-do that again…” she coos softly, and you see her clit beginning to wink.

>You oblige, and take a wide lick from the bottom of her sex all the way up to the base of her tail, ‘accidentally’ slipping the the tip of your tongue inside of her other hole.

>…she tastes of vanilla.

>Whelp, sorry brain, that settles it.

>You immediately grab her flanks, and hold her opening wide for you.

>”Anonymous…” she breathes excitedly.

>You catch her looking directly at you as you put your tongue to work.

>This was a first.

>You trace her hole with the tip of your tongue, slowly spiraling your way to the entrance.

>Rarity exhales rapidly, enjoying your tease, and you smile at her.

>Spreading her just a tad wider, you place the tip of your tongue at her opening and then inside of her.

>Vanilla pudding.

>You bury your face in her rump, your tongue exploring every bit of her spot that it can, your member pulsing excitedly below you.

>Surely you’re making stains on the carpet by now.

>Rarity is, and there is no doubt about that, the clear fluid running down her legs and pooling at her feet, a large dark spot forming.

>The smell of marshmallow now overpowers the cabin, her musk driving you into a frenzy, forcing your taster to go deeper.

>Though you can only manage a little less than an inch inside of her, and that’s even with her muscles relaxing and allowing you inside.

>”Anon…ah…please…” she groans, her tail wrapping weakly around her neck.

>You dig your nails into her flank slightly, causing her to yelp.

>You take this opportunity to change places, thrusting your mouth muscle deep into her, the flavor of marshmallow mixing with the ‘nilla and making you hungry, actually.

>Her moans cancel that feeling as she orgasms, your mouth taking the brunt of the fluid, lapping it up eagerly.

>She slumps to the ground slightly, panting.

>”I…that’s…I’ve never had that…um…spot…teased before, Anon...”

>You smirk.

“Well…I have an idea…”

>You raise an eyebrow suggestively.

>She catches your idea, nodding a bit hesitantly.

>She turns, levitating the bottle of wine over to her, guzzling it madly, some of the crimson liquid streaming down her cheek.

>Within moments she downs the entire wine bottle, licking her lips greedily, looking back at you with a boozy, lustful hunger.

>Your boner is at maximum capacity.

>Apparently drunken Rarity was your fetish.

>Who knew?

>You can feel your brain trying to scream something at you…

> …fuck it.

>Not important.

>Her plot wiggles in front of you, her tail lifted and dangling over her pristine white back.

>She bares a toothy smile.

>”Ride me Anon. Make me scream so even Flutterbitch can hear it,” she exclaims, volume control clearly lost.

>Okay wow that was completely unexpected.

>And you’re WAY too horny to care.

>You rise to the occasion, positioning your throbbing sex over her rump.

>You place your palms on her cutie marks, the very touch of them making her coo softly, her plot wriggling excitedly.

>You place your tip at her entrance, your conscience making one final bid: look to the window.

>You swear you see a pink blur all of the sudden.

>And the evil inside of you mutters ‘Perfect.’

>You harden (as if you could get any harder), and push the tip of your rod into her moist cave, her lips parting for you like the gates to your royal palace.

>Your king enters slowly, wanting to take his time and to be admired.

>Her muscles immediately begin to work as you enter her slowly.

>You see her biting her lip.

>”Anonymous, don’t play with me, just bloody rut me!”

>You don’t give in, and after a moment you are hilted, a gasp escaping her perfect lips.

>You wiggle your hips slightly, your rod moving around.

>She is clearly frustrated with this, and clamps down on your member.

>Intense pain grips your

“Rarity stop what the hell.”

>”Did you not hear me?” She snarls, her eye twitching a bit.

>Okay, she’s drunk as hell. She’s got your dick in a vice grip. Be nice to the lady.

“Fine fine stop damnit that hurts.”

>You are Fluttershy.

>And you were trying your hardest to calm down.

>Pinkie Pie and the others managed to un-rustle your jimmies a bit, but you were still a little peeved.

>You were convinced he was just trying to rub salt (Mmmmm) in the wound.

>Him and Rarity were an item, now, and that was something you needed to SOMEHOW come to terms with.

>But you were still SO jealous.

>You still loved him, after all.

>Rainbow had been sent as an envoy to the Rari-non cabin, to get a report, and returned with good news.

>Anon isn’t mad at you, and apparently Rarity is just drunk.

>That seems to happen with her, but you don’t mind.

>Before all of this, she was a really good friend.

>Now she’s stealing your man.

>”Fluttershy, at least try and calm down for the Princess, alright?” Twilight asks, a bit exasperated.

>You nod, and slide a little further into the booth.

>You felt helpless, even after your outbursts.

>They were in the other cabin…alone…

>Oh Celestia help you if he’s…

>You quickly glance to the door.

>The rest of the ponies have all sort of left you alone, assuming that you’d calm down given some time.

>They’re all at the other end of the cabin.

>You hear a loud yell coming from the other cabin.

>You weren’t connected, but it was only a few feet between the two of you.

>The others don’t seem to catch it.

>…they had better not be doing what I think they’re doing or so help you…

>You had better go check. This is starting to drive you mad.

>You flit to the little window that looks through both doors.

>Hm, it’s kind of blurry.

>You open the door.

>”Where ya headed Flutters?” Applejack calls out to you.

“I’m…going to go..uhm…apologize.”

>That was a lie.

>She pauses a second, and gives you a little look, letting you know she knows you’re lying.

>”Well…be careful sugarcube.”

>You nod and head out the door.

>You are now fluttering in the space between the two cabins.

>You peek into the window and…

>Oh my.

>You are Anonymous

>And you are pumping into Rarity like it’s the last thing you do on this Earth.

>Equestria.

>Whatever.

>Her velvety insides are writhing against you, nearly milking your shaft.

>Fluttershy was watching you, you knew that.

>It only made your dick that much harder.

>You lean over her, pumping a little slower.

“You know she’s watching Rarity…” you whisper into her ear.

>You can see her grin, and she pulls you into a kiss, your hips slapping against her plot wetly.

>You pull back, and glance back at the door.

>A pink fluff, and the top of a teal eye.

>Lovely.

>You grip tightly on to her flanks, slapping her cutie mark with an open palm.

>Following through, you slam into her as deep as you can go, her warmth wrapping around you and squeezing.

>This causes her to squeal a little, her legs shuddering into her now second orgasm.

>The cabin smells like someone dumped a few bottle of marshmallow fluff on the set of a porno flick.

>And the smell is intoxicating.

>You thrust into the marshmallow mare with wild abandon, throwing your head back in a throaty moan.

>You feel yourself getting close.

>Your brain panics a little, but then remembers your plan.

>You slowly pull out of her.

>”Anon?”

>You grin at her and then move yourself to her other entrance, your tip pressing excitedly against her.

>She sees your plan, and nods wildly.

>”Give it to me, Anonymous…I’ve been a baaaaad mare.”

>She licks her lips and wriggles her rump at you.

>Affirmative.

>Plan Hope we Don’t Die is a go.

>You push against her opening, and it begins to give, allowing your tip to grace her.

>It’s so much tighter in here.

>”Darling…slow please…”

>You grunt in agreement.

>You push into her, groaning with immense pleasure.

>She relaxes, as you gently slide into her, finally hilting her.

>You’re surprised you haven’t came already.

>”Ah…how does it…feel…Anon?”

>She pushes her soft rump against your groin, grinding against you slightly.

>”It’s…amazing Rar…but…what if…”

>That was about as far as you got, as she takes control, pulling back slowly and bouncing against you.

>You exhale sharply as she gains rythym.

>”Just cum for me, darling…”

>She slams down on you, causing you to brace yourself with your hands on her flanks.

>”Pleaaasseee…” she pleads.

>Your breathing speeds up, and your dick pulses a final pulse, letting you know it’s about time..

>It has become as hard as Dragonforce.

>You take the lead, and initiate operation pound her into the ground.

>It does not last long.

>You thrust into her a few times, diving yourself inside of her as deep as your little spelunker can go, and then feel the sense of sweet release overtake you.

>Your knees buckle.

>Your legs quake.

>She clenches down on you as your roar in passion, unloading yourself into her nethers in short bursts.

>You flop your sweaty self on to her back, and she follows suit under your weight, falling to the ground with a thud.

>”Anon?” she breathes quietly.

“Yeah…”, you reply weakly, your body definitely no longer 100%.

>”Just checking, love.”

“Mmhm.”

>You nuzzle into her coat slightly and drift off into slumber.

>You make sure to snore, this time.

>You are Fluttershy

>And you have never mashed your twat harder than that.

>You actually had to land for a while there to get your bearings between orgasms.

>Anonymous was a sexy beast.

>His long rod thrusting in and out of…

>Her.

>You sigh a little as Anon slumps over Rarity, a smug grin on her face.

>You guess that means he’s dead again.

>At least, according to what Twilight and the others told you.

>Something about him being kept alive by Twilight’s magic or something.

>You didn’t pay attention, it didn’t mean much to you.

>Magic was silly.

>You are jolted to the door as the train begins braking.

>Wow this train is faster than it was last time.

>You flit upward and look into the window.

>Rarity is attempting to re-clothe anonymous with her magic.

>Then she stops to drink the glass of wine Anonymous didn’t drink.

>…that mare has a drinking problem…probably.

>You make your way back to the other cabin. The others have probably worried about you, like they always do.

>TS:”Fluttershy! Are you okay?”

>AJ:”Where’d ya go sugarcube, we hadn’t heard from ya in somethin’ like an hour!”

>RD:”Yeah Flutters, did everything go alright with Anon?”

>PP:”Well, it’s not like it could have gone any worse.”

“E-everything was fine. We…had a nice chat?”

>You hope that question mark wasn’t obvious.

>Applejack gives you a once over.

>She probably knows you’re lying, regardless.

>”Well…I reckon you should get your things together in a jiffy. Looks like we’re here.”

>The train slows to a halt right as she speaks.

>You should probably wash up at the very least.

>Rainbow seems to have caught your scent.

>Oh man this pony needs to cool it down.

>She’s been trying to get with you since Flight School.

>She attempts to pull you to the side as the others are grabbing their bags.

>”Hey Flutters…you okay?”

“I’m fine, Rainbow. I-I’m just nervous.”

>”You don’t smell nervous, ‘Shy.”

>You swallow hard.

>Shit.

>Need a distraction!

>Nothing happens, of course.

>”Look, ‘Shy, it’s fine. Stop worrying. Stress relief. Your secret’s safe with me. Just…be cool alright? Anon’s been through a lot.”

>You’re not too sure on all of that, but you nod anyway.

>So Anon ‘died’ and came back to life or whatever.

>He’s living with the ‘prettiest’ pony in Ponyville.

>You scoff at the notion.

>She’s so full of herself…she’s only pretty to herself.

>Loads of makeup doesn’t make you pretty.

>Styling your hair for hours straight doesn’t make you pretty.

>And…just hold on a second.

>Twilight said that Anon ‘died’ after having sex.

>You just saw him and…he didn’t die.

>You can feel the rage building up yet again.

>Cool it Flutters. Leave that for the Princess.

>You grab your bags and walk out the cabin and into the Canterlot station.

>Not a lot of ponies around the station.

>You look around and…you don’t even see Rarity or Anonymous yet.

>You weren’t really sure how to confront them anyway.

>Anon turned and…you know he saw you at the window.

>Oh man what if he says something to the Princess?

>NO

>Focus Fluttershy.

>You’ve gotta clear your name to the Princess and to Anon.

>And…maybe put Rarity in her place.

>…somehow.

>Then…maybe he’ll love you?

>You are now Anon.

>And you feel something nudging your side.

>”Anonymous wake up, the train’s stopped. We gotta go.”

>You blink a few times and finally manage to open your eyes.

”Yeah…” you struggle, your mouth rather dry.

>You attempt to push yourself up with your hands, but your whole body trembles in weakness.

>Shit, is this what it feels like to wake up after sex?

>Great now you’re making jokes about yourself.

>”Anonymous come on. Don’t make me leave you here.”

>The ground beneath you smells like her though.

>Staying here is starting to sound tempting.

>She slams a hoof down right in front of you.

>You jump a little and manage to rise to a sitting position, your head spinning slightly.

>You take your first glance at her and…she’s not even tried to look her best.

>Her squiggles are unkempt, loose bits of hair poking out through her violet mane. Her mascara has smeared slightly, and there’s a very prominent pink stain on her chin.

“Rarity…don’t you think you should…clean up or something?”

>”Nonsense, darling. I’m beautiful regardless of who I smell like.”

>She winks at you.

>Oh dear god.

>You take another sniff.

>The whole cabin smells like marshmallow and cum.

>She takes a gulp from…another wine bottle?

>Where is she getting these?

“Rarity, quit drinking so damn much. Fuck, maybe Twilight has a sobriety spell.”

>This is going downhill quickly.

>”Why would I want to be sober, Anon? Everything is so much more fun when I’m nice and lubricated…”

>She flutters bedroom eyes at you.

>Today must be a holiday in Anon Jr.’s life.

>”…don’t you think?”

>You go to open your mouth for a reply and find nothing.

>Damnit this mare is something else.

>”Come along, I’m sure the others are dying to see you.”

>You brace yourself against a wall and stand, shaking slightly in the knees.

>Wait a tic

>You pat yourself down.

>Weren’t you naked?

>Huh.

>Well she IS a seamstress. Maybe she unstitched your clothes and restitched them around your naked sleeping body?

>Whatever.

>You’ve got to see the Princess…

>You struggle out of the cabin, nearly falling down the stairs.

>”Woah, easy big guy, you okay?” a blue blur replies, rushing to your side.

>Did she just sniff me?

“Yeah I’m just-“

>”He decided to take a nap. Train rides seem to tire him out so.” Rarity interrupts.

>You see Fluttershy out of the corner of your eye, standing furthest from you.

>She’s still trying to insert a cerebral bore with her eyes.

>Jesus christ stop that

>”Um…Rarity, did you take a nap too?” Twilight replies, feigning a grin.

>She nods solemnly.

>”I had the most terrible nightmare…someone kept trying to take my Anon away and wouldn’t stop…and..I started crying and…”

>She starts bawling, on cue.

>Holy crap she’s good.

>”Aw shucks Rarity, we didn’t know! Calm down, everything’s gonna be fine. He’s right here.”

>Rainbow pushes you over to her, and she nuzzles into your side, wiping her tears on your pants.

>”Thank you…I don’t know what I would do with my Anonymous.”

>She smiles warmly and your heart melts a little.

>Drunk Rarity is… a sight to behold.

>Literally the entire spectrum of Rarity at random intervals, it seems.

>”Well, let’s go ahead and hurry to the Palace. It looks like it’s almost time for the Princess to start setting the sun.”

“Sounds like a plan. Lead the way I’d only get everyone lost.”

>They all give you a funny look and you shrug.

“I’ve only ever been here once, guys.”

>Twilight rolls her eyes and the group trots forward.

>Rarity lets you brace yourself on her to keep up, but it isn’t long before Twilight notices the two of you lagging behind.

>”Come on Anon, we have to make it before the Princess changes with Luna.”

“Sorry, I’m just a little…tired is all.”

>Truth be told you felt like hammered shit.

>Your whole body groaned and creaked with every step.

>It was a wonder you were walking straight at all.

>Twilight stops for a second and blinks, seemingly thinking about something.

>”Are you sure you’re okay? You’re not …dying again are you?”

“No no no no I’m fine. I’ll pick up the pace. Sorry.”

>She shrugs and turns around, continuing the journey.

>God that was close.

>How were you going to explain that you were tired because you just had sex with Rarity not a few feet from all of them?

>While Fluttershy watched.

>You catch Rarity stifling a giggle, grinning wildly at you.

>You glance over to Fluttershy, but she seems to be ignoring you, instead looking straight ahead and nowhere else.

>The seven of you stride through Canterlot at a steady pace.

>You push your body to go faster and it barely complies

> Rarity’s pretty much dragging you at this point, anyway.

>Some ponies give you an odd glance and you catch a few “My word”s and “What in Equestria is that?”s.

>It’s to be expected, you were a semi-normal sight in Ponyville.

>Here you were back to being the strange creature that nop0ny knew anything about.

>That’s fine with you.

>Rarity sighs wistfully and you acknowledge her with a glance.

>”Ah the city…did you know I grew up in the city, Anon? Wonderful place. So many seedy taverns…”

>Of course.

>She continues on her rant of the local alcohol, the distilleries and breweries she knows about.

>You’d be impressed if the whole thing wasn’t starting to make you a little depressed.

>You’d heard of alcohol destroying families and stuff back on Earth.

>…well she IS an alcoholic.

>…

>Maybe Celestia can help.

>Well that’s what you WOULD be thinking.

>If the Princess didn’t intimidate you so hard.

>You really had no other choice though, especially since you think you’re probably dying again.

>Apparently sex is bad for you.

>Who knew?

>Soon, your party reaches the front gates of the Equestrian Royal Palace AKA Canterlot Castle.

>You’d only caught a glance of it before, but that’s to be understood.

>You were being hauled in chains.

>The place was huge, adorned with purple and gold in all manner of designs.

>Turrets, domes…anything that could be on a castle seemed to find its place here.

>…

>It looked kind of silly now that you put it that way.

>As you approach the drawbridge, the guards look to you first, then to Twilight.

>They open the gates without a word.

>Perks of being teacher’s pet, apparently.

>You notice your palms are getting rather sweaty, the further you approach the Princess’ abode.

>You were not prepared for this.

>As the seven of you enter the Castle proper, you decide now is as good as time as any to count your blessings, as it were.

>There was Twilight Sparkle, Celestia’s favorite, and the resident skeptic. You knew she didn’t really believe anything you said about Fluttershy, but as far as the magic/death nonsense went you were pretty safe.

>Applejack was a sort of enigma. You could tell she had some kind of built in lie-detector, and that would help, but she’d stayed out of your business for the most part. You really had no idea if she would help or not.

>Then there was Pinkie Pie. She was like your best friend, so you know she’d have your back, regardless.

>Rainbow Dash had said that Fluttershy had been acting funny when the two of them entered the closet at the party. She’d definitely have something to help you.

>And then there was Rarity.

>Who was drunk off her rocker, apparently still horny, and…your only real witness to any of the >rape.

>And to top it off, you had no material evidence of any kind.

>…you really should have at least taken that purple vial back at Fluttershy’s.

>…

>Was accusing a national hero of murder really that bad of crime?