Banker Anon in Equestria Chpt. 2

" oh yeah. "

>you remember you're getting a maid today

>and that you need a new trash bin

>you sit in your seat and look up at the clock

" shit " you grumble as you realize your lunch hour is over

>with a burp and an amazing aftertaste of fish you look at your schedule

>you flip through it, hoping nothing big is going to be going on in the next day or so, your nerves can't take it

>everything looks good on your work schedule, a few appointments your workers can take care of and you need to restock.

>as it turns out someone has filed a complaint with the bank and demanded to have a word with you

>probably just somebody who got overcharged because they don't know how to correctly use credit cards and so they're blaming it all on you

>on second thought you'll let dandy handle that, she knows everything you know, you taught her after all

>speaking of which she'll probably be over tonight to talk about your conversation over the phone

>you're glad she's letting you have your much needed personal space right now

>you actually think you'll take a nap in your comfy leather chair

>You stand up and lock your door and walk over to your custom made reclining chair that a very crafty pony made for you since he couldn't pay off his loan

>you have all kinds of trinkets you've got from people who need to pay off their loan

>a boat, wedding bands, gold chains, signed albums. Someone once tried to get you to take a used tampon from Celestia herself.

>you think it was just a regular tampon

>you lay back in your chair and press the button to recline

>sadly, ever since you spilled water on the controller it has been glitching out

>this results on it going to ' inclined setting'

>you are anonymous

>you're currently being eaten alive by your chair

>they will find your body slouching around on the job

>you try to avoid it by quickly rolling out of the chair but if only results in you being stuck backwards

>the chair can no longer incline so it sticks in a position where the only visible part of you is your money maker

>he wouldn't make a clop session out of this,  Right? Right?

>luckily the chair is also going to town on dandy's beeper so she's being constantly called to your office via beeping red light on her desk

>this is what you get for being such a cool boss

>your assistant doesn't take your alarm seriously and is probably going to loligag in here 'when she feels like it'

>you feel something grab your hips

>oh no

>the chair doubles as a Japanese tentacle monster

 

>you are dusty

>Mr. Anonymous just did something that took a lot of courage and strength

>he'll need someone to talk to him once he gets his ' personal space ' phase out of the way

>you'll probably buy him a pie, say you made it and come over to his place

>the good thing about having a gay friend is that gay breakups and makeups are the best

>too bad he hasn't dated since Toity

>you lean back in your chair

>this is a bit more serious than that, though. He went through a fucking nasty depression. But he never broke down. He's a great man.

>he'll definitely need a shoulder to cry on after all of the feelings he's been stricken with

>a flashing red light signals on your belt. It's your beeper.

>looks like that time is now

>he needs you

>you stand up, walk over to his door and lay your hand on the knob

>you know he's going to need you, and you're going to help him through this

>you open the door, prepared to see the broken shell of a

>you hear the whirring of the chair not being able to collapse any further on itself as you hear muffled screams come from his chair

>you then see his ass trying to wiggle out of the end of it

>fuck, he's flexible

>he could be suffocating

>you grab your phone and take a quick video of the colossal chair eating your boss alive before you put your hands and his thighs and prepare to save his ass

>get it?

>you feel him tense up as he begins incoherently screaming for his life

>this isn't his fetish, obviously

>as much as you'd love to tease him you need to save him before he dies

>with a large heave you deliver the anonymous baby from the womb of the demon chair

>he gasps for air and now that the charade is over you can laugh your ass off

>you think you even see a slight erection

>maybe that was his fetish?

>judging by how cramped he was in there he may have accidentally blown himself

>you disregard all of the mental images and look down at the mess before you

" Mr. Anonymous are you alright? "

>" Thats like the third time you've saved my life " he says looking up at you from the floor " that chair seriously just fucked up my back, though "

" Any time. You did pay for my lunch after all " you try to help him up but he doesn't leave the fettle position

>" I wasn't kidding when I said I fucked up my back. Call the ambulance "

 

>you are anonymous

>you have been siting on the floor waiting for the ambulance as your workers gather into the room, leave the room and laugh at your displeasure as they go back into the hallway

>you can hear them all the way from their cubicles, that's near the the front of the damn building

>" HE'S ON THE FOOKIN' FLOOR"

>why do you pay these people

>you're totally going to stop being nice on these guys

>finally two colts bring in a stretcher and lift you up on it

" wait, not yet. Dandy, I'm leaving you in charge til' I get back. I have a list of appointments on my desk. " with a nod she waves you goodbye as you're rolled through the hall, by your workers cubicles and out into the street

>it's funny, they looked a little worried when they saw you on the stretcher

>you don't see why, hating your boss is almost expected from workers

>your stretcher is lifted into an ambulance and you're driven away while you sit in your same sorry position

>you feel a hand on your tailbone

>he wouldn't...

>your suspicions are put to rest as he trails his hand up and down your spine until he finds the spot, holds your shoulder and straightens you out

>" that should straighten you out enough so you're not in such a bad position. I wouldn't recommend moving, though. We're going to need to scan you when we get there, you'll most likely be put on house rest. "

>as soon as you figured out what he was doing you bit the pillow they gave you so you won't be so awkwardly propped

>that pillow will never be the same

>you release your clench on it and while off the pillow lint on your lips

" okay. I left the bank in able hands "

>" you won't be able to walk for a day or so, do you have a friend of worker who can wait on you while you recover? It usually takes atleast a day for the backbrace and pain medication to allow you to move.

>you go over your options. The bank needs all the hands it can get with you being gone... Oh!

" I have a maid, could you pull my cellphone out of my back pocket for me? "

>you feel a hand dig into your pocket and fondle around until he pulled out and checked the other pocket

>" N-no phone "

" dammit. I think I can get the front myself. "

>he didn't stop you as you feel your pocket and search for the shape of the phone until you put your hand in it and pulled it out

>you call dandy and put the phone up to your ear

>" Yello?"

" Hey, Dandy. Make sure to tell simmer to call me when he gets there. If you're going to come over to my house anyways can you just take him with you? "

>the ambulance carriage hits a bump and you nearly drop the phone, luckily you have amazing reflexes in the stupidest scenarios

>if this was a game of basketball you'd totally get hit in the face as your reflexes would fail you miserably

>you did however drop a few curse words as your back seriously just got fucked

>" You okay!? "

" Y-yeah....  "

>" okay, but how do I know if you'll be home? They might keep you "

" I'll call you if plans change. "

>" okay, be safe "

" I will, see you later. "

>you close the phone and slide back into your pocket

>the rest of the ride goes in silence as you and the medical worker in the back became well aquatinted already due to prior butt fondling

>the carriage stops as the driver and your little friend get out and push your portable cot out of the ambulance and up the wheelchair ramp into the hospital