Anon Will Be a Totally Gay Dragon

>You've been living together with Fizzle for a couple of weeks in a house squeezed between two others in the heart of Ponyville. No pony wants it because of its "narrow doors" and "steep stairs," but god damn if it isn't perfect for bipeds.

>You're using your mighty Earth knowledge to start working on a telegraph system for Equestria. Apparently a lot of messages are getting lost in the mail, so people are happy to invest in alternatives

>You hit it off pretty quickly as roomies. As friendly as ponies may seem, they can be really weird when it comes to dealing with other species.

>At first you do normal roomie stuff, palling around, sharing the one bed, helping each other work out

>no homo

>okay, a little homo

>Turns out Fizz is okay with fooling around under the covers on cold nights just as long as you don't tell anyone.

>So you've got a qt3.14 fwb and things are going pretty great

>Until you start developing a rash

 

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>>13153947 (You)

>Shit, you didn't think there were any STD's in Equestria

>Maybe it's something less embarrassing. Maybe you're allergic to pony detergent or something

>Whatever it is, it looks bad. Your inner thighs have spots of dry, scaly black skin.

>You resolve to see the doctor tomorrow, even if he doesn't know jack about humans, even if he snickers at you

>God, you hope you didn't spread it to Fizzle somehow. You'd never do anything to hurt him.

>no homo

>That evening, Fizzle comes home all excited. "H-hey, Anon! I brought dinner, so we can have more time to hang out! You wanna teach me some more of those human wrestling moves? Or maybe just, er, call it a night early?"

>Fuck, you can't let him see. You certainly can't let him catch it. "Not tonight, Fizz. I'm not in the mood."

>Fizz looks at his feet and morosely wrings his tail in his hands. "Oh... okay..."

>You want to tell him. You also want to plow him. And you definitely don't want him to think that he did something wrong.

>But he'll be okay for now. He's a tough, independent guy, right?

>You eat together in silence

>You sleep back-to-back, curled up on opposite ends of the bed

>You think you hear him sniffling.

 

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>The next morning, it's even worse. During your turn in the bathroom, you take off your pajama bottoms to see the dry, black lesions creeping down your legs.

>You poke at them. There's still feeling in them. They even feel a little tender and sensitive. You suppose that's good.

>You take some time off from your workshop in the basement to visit Sawbones the general practitioner. As usual, the more prejudiced ponies avoid you on the road, but this time you take it more personally, for some reason.

> He looks at you with excitement. "Oh, it's you! I was wondering if I'd ever get a chance to study you."

>Right...

>You tell him about the rash, and how you're afraid you might have gotten it from... uh... fooling around with mares! Yep! Gotta love that heterosexual intercourse, amirite?

>Sawbones casually reaches to undress you, having never had a patient come in wearing clothes before. "Fascinating! And you're an earth human, right?"

>"Uh... yes?"

>He turns you in your seat on the examining table so sunlight reflects off his headgear and highlights your crotch. "Intriguing..."

>"Does that mean you know what it is?"

>"Oh, goodness, no. Are humans not supposed to have big scaly patches here and here?"

>"Then what am I supposed to do?"

>"Come back again soon! And bring detailed notes. I could get published for this!"

>This guy's being a real cunt. "Come on! You're supposed to be helping me! Don't you have any advice or something?"

>He shrugs. "Don't pick at it?"

 

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>Maybe Zecora will be less useless

>It's quite a hike to the Everfree Forest from here, and the trail is poorly marked.

>As you walk, you think you can feel the rash spreading

>By the time you find the zebra's hut, much of your lower body is sore and dry. You scratch yourself a little before knocking on the door, but Zecora opens it for you anyway right at that moment.

>"Come in, Anon, and state your grievance! Do you need help with your itchy penis?"

>Now you remember why you don't talk to her.

 

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 Scrubbing Bubbles  08/28/13(Wed)01:36 No.13155556Replies: >>13155949

>>13155247 (You)

>After examining you, Zecora reaches her conclusion. "You don't need a spell or potion, just some moisturizing lotion!"

>Fortunately, as a zebra, she keeps a large supply of lotion in stock at all times.

>This answer doesn't satisfy you. "Is that it? But it's all black, and..." You poke at a thick scale that's sprouted on your thigh. "This isn't supposed to be here..."

>"I checked for disease, and you turned out clean. What's happening here remains to be seen. Your body knows what's supposed to be. I don't - I live in a fucking tree."

>It's getting late

>You have to get home and come up with some new excuse for Fizzle.

>You really hope you're not breaking his heart

>no homo

 

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 Scrubbing Bubbles  08/28/13(Wed)01:53 No.13155949Replies: >>13156042

>>13155556 (You)

>The walk home is even less comfortable

>You're now quite stumped by what is happening to you. Your pants don't even seem to fit right anymore.

>Maybe you should just tell Fizzle already.

>You open your front door. Fizzle is hunched over a sewing machine. When he sees you, he tries to hide what he's working on behind his back. "Oh! H-hey, Anon."

>"What are you sewing?"

>"Nothin'..."

>Oh god, you think he's making a body pillow. And he may or may not have drawn a crude human face on one end with a magic marker.

>"Fizz, there's something I have to tell you. I've-"

>"That's okay, Anon, I think I can guess. You just wanna be roommates again, don't you? You don't wanna be... you know... ROOMMATES roommates. I shouldn't be surprised. You can probably get anypony you want. Don't worry..." He sniffles. "If you bring somepony home one night, you can use the bed. I'll just sleep on the couch..."

>Dammit, you can't go on listening to him like this.

>Rather than wit to have a word in edgewise, you take off your pants.

>Fizzle is dumbstruck for a moment. "Uh... what's that?"

>You show off your strange, scaly goods. "That's what I didn't want you to see last night! You wouldn't have wanted to play with THIS, would you?"

>"Well..."

>He blushes.

 

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