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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Okay I'm back.

 

>So you've revealed to your roommate/fuckbuddy Fizzle that you're growing scales on your more tender bits.

>Fortunately, he seems to be cool with it.

>Maybe he's just grateful that you're not dumping him. He seemed pretty worked-up, considering he was ready to settle for a green body pillow with an Anon face on it.

>You elaborate. "I noticed yesterday. Zecora says it's not a disease, so I don't know what the hell it is. aybe some unicorn's idea of a prank."

>Fizzle's not making eye contact.

>He's still staring at your bits and bobs.

>Great, now you're getting aroused.

>Perfect, now you can see that your bits and bobs, in addition to being oddly misshapen, are turning bright green.

>Stupendous, now Fizzle is bending down to inspect you closer. "You know, Anon, it kind of looks like... well..."

>You lower your eyebrows. "I know what it looks like. I've had ponies staring and poking at it all day. I'm turning into some kind of freak and nobody knows why."

>Fizzle takes it in one gentle hand. "I was gonna say, though, it looks like, well, mine! Just a little bit."

>Fizzle takes off his totally macho red-and-white basketball short-shorts to demonstrate.

>You know, you've never really looked at Lil' Fizzle up close before. You've only felt it under the bedsheets, or in the shower, or that one time in the back of a theater. But now that it's out in broad daylight, yeah, yours kind of is shaped like his now.

>This just raises further questions. "What does that mean?!"

>Fizzle shrugs. "Mm nn nmmm!"

>"Take that out of your mouth, Fizzle; this is serious."

 

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 Scrubbing Bubbles  08/28/13(Wed)18:38 No.13168750Replies: >>13169078

>>13168547 (You)

 

>You need to get your head straight, so to speak, and figure out why you're turning all dragon-ey and what you can do about it.

>Also, you need to get away from all the open windows before some eavesdropper notices Fizzle blowing you in your living room.

>You don't particularly care whether anyone knows you're gay, but you know Fizzle is absolutely terrified of being found out.

>"Come on, Fizz, let's take this upstairs."

>He follows behind you like an excited puppy.

>You're kind of sweaty from the long hike to Zecora's and back, so you get ready to shower.

> "So are you sure you had nothing to do with this? I mean, I don't mean to blame you, but come on, you gotta tell a bro before turning him into something."

>"I didn't do it! Honest! I don't know any magic!"

>You get the water to the right temperature. Fizzle steps in with you. "So if you didn't do it, who did?"

>Fizzle shrugs. "I don't really know any unicorns who would do it as a prank. Maybe it's somepony I don't know who just wanted to be mean, because we're different..."

>That gets him thinking. He goes even more white in the face than usual. "Wait... do you think somepony knows that we're... you know... best bros?"

>He's begged you to plow him before, but he still can't fucking bring himself to even say the word "gay."

>"If that's what they were trying to tell us, why not just tell us? Whatever. I don't know who could have done this either. I guess I'll keep asking around and try to find somepony who can change me back."

>Wet Fizzle hugs you. "You don't mean right now, do you?"

>"You mean in the middle of a shower? No, of course not. I'll start tomorrow."

>He smiles sweetly. "Good."

>"Why?"

>"I wanna know how it feels..." He grabs at Lil' Anon.

 

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 Scrubbing Bubbles  08/28/13(Wed)18:58 No.13169078Replies: >>13169446

>>13168750 (You)

>So you end up making passionate love to Fizzle on the floor of the shower

>Thank Celestia for showers that are roomy enough for a horse to relax in

>Fizzle really seems to be into it, but you're a little self-conscious, not wanting to rub him the wrong way with the coarse, scaly parts of your legs.

>You're finally hitting your stride and about to finish when Fizzle does something else that makes you very self-conscious

>He tugs on your tail

>Hold the fuck up. How long has that been there?

>You look over your shoulder. It's stubby, but long enough for Fizz to get a firm grip on it. It's covered in uniform smooth black scales with bright green spines peeking up from the back and a bright green spade at the end.

>Fuck, this is getting weird.

>Welp, and now Fizzle has climaxed all over himself.

>Only after he's settled into your arms does he realize that you don't seem to be in the mood anymore.

>"Uh-are you okay, Anon?"

>"I have a tail now. I'm turning into something I'm not. You tell me if I'm okay."

>This makes Fizzle feel all guilty again. He whimpers. "Mhh... sorry, bro. I was just trying to help you feel better..."

>Awkward silence.

>He strokes your tail. "And anyway, as far as tails go, it looks pretty good..."

>What a little horndog.

>Even if you end up as another species, you figure at least your best friend in Equestria will still want to jump your bones.

 

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 Anonymous  08/28/13(Wed)19:04 No.13169153

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 Anonymous  08/28/13(Wed)19:12 No.13169319Replies: >>13169426

>>13168215

 

I R Female so it's cool with me

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 Anonymous  08/28/13(Wed)19:18 No.13169426Replies: >>13169480

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>>13169319

That doesn't sound like something a GAY female would say.

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 Scrubbing Bubbles  08/28/13(Wed)19:19 No.13169446Replies: >>13169641

>>13169078 (You)

>You turn the water off and get out of the shower.

>You almost fall over after a step or two.

>Apparently having a tail, even just the beginnings of one, really fucks with your sense of balance.

>You look yourself in the mirror. You look like you skinned a black dragon and are now wearing him as shorts. The changes have gotten as far down as your knees and as far up as the very first green scales around the front of your waist.

>Fizzle squints and holds two fingers up in front of his eye so he can see only the dragon-ey parts of you.

>When he sees you've caught him doing this, he bushes and shrugs. "Heh... sorry, just curious."

>You decide to turn the tables on him. "So, you were making a body pillow of me, huh?"

>That has the desired effect of embarrassing him right back. "Just in case! I thought you were done with me an' stuff. It's like... sometimes I dunno how I lucked out and found a roomie like you, and I keep expecting that my bad luck will catch up with me again..."

>Aww, the big softie.

>"But that wouldn't ever happen, bro. Why would I split up with a cool, cool dude who thinks I'm awesome and cooks me dinner?"

>He takes the hint. You both dry off, throw something on, and go down to eat.

>Maybe it wasn't fair to manipulate him like that, but dammit, you're hungry, and he cooks better than you.

 

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 Mitch !wk/OtICxrQ  08/28/13(Wed)19:21 No.13169480Replies: >>13169514

>>13169426

She's bi, deal with it

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 Anonymous  08/28/13(Wed)19:23 No.13169514

>>13169480

god damn katy

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 Scrubbing Bubbles  08/28/13(Wed)19:29 No.13169641Replies: >>13169993

>>13169446 (You)

>You've got some old sweatpants on, so your tail is peeking up out of the elastic waist.

>The very sweatpants you were wearing when a freak masturbation accident transported you to Equestria. They remind you of home.

>While you're waiting for dinner, you try to see if you can move your tail.

>Dammit, you can feel your tail perfectly well when it touches something, but how do you move it?

>You try every muscle back there that you know you have, but it's none of those.

>How do you move something you didn't have yesterday?

>Maybe your brain just wasn't developed for this, and you're doomed to be a limp-tailed gimpy dragon.

>Fizzle is digging through shelves looking for spices. "Hey, Anon! Check out what I found under the sink! The previous owners must have left it here."

>He unfolds the dusty ball of wadded-up white fabric to reveal that it's a frilly apron.

>"Wan' me to try it on?"

>Usually he doesn't go for this type of femmy shit - you know, you've tried to talk him into it multiple times.

>He must really be pulling out all the stop to cheer you up.

>You nod. He slips it on, pats some dust off of it, and ties it up in a neat bow in the back.

>Oh, hello, Anon's boner, welcome back.

>Oh, shit, and your tail's wagging. Are you doing that?

 

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 Scrubbing Bubbles  08/28/13(Wed)19:51 No.13169993Replies: >>13170329

>>13169641 (You)

>After dinner, you and Fizzle retire to your room.

>You talk about what magicians might be able to help you with your whole gradually-turning-into-a-dragon condition.

>You're reading a book as you talk, casually lounging between Fizzle's legs as he lays across from you and occasionally caresses your side with his foot

>Fizzle recommends asking Twilight Sparkle. "Oh yeah, totes. She ends up fixing pretty much everything that happens around here, from what I've heard."

>"You think she'll be cool about it?"

>"Oh, sure. She even told me about this house, so I don't think she knows about... you know..."

>Of course he immediately assumes that anypony who finds out he's gay will give him grief for it.

>But then again, maybe he has a point. You've been having a lot of trouble trying to find the gay subculture here in Equestria. Maybe they keep it hidden for a reason.

>The conversation drifts toward life in Ponyville, and then to life back with the other dragons.

>Fizzle seems really conflicted about them. They must have caused his paralyzing fear of coming out.

>"So were there any really sexy dragons back where you're from? Any that you wish you could have... you know?"

>He hesitates. "Well... not back where I'm from..."

>Ah, what the hell. The search for a way to reverse your changes won't resume till tomorrow morning. One more night of fun won't change anything.

>You pull Fizzle into your lap.

 

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 Scrubbing Bubbles  08/28/13(Wed)20:10 No.13170329Replies: >>13170670

>>13169993 (You)

>So after your last session in the shower sputtered to an awkward end, you make it up to Fizzle in bed and answer any questions he may conceivably have about what it feels like to be with a dragon - or at least someone who's basically dragonish from the waist down.

>Really, you wreck that little pink-and-white dude seven ways from Sunday

>Ooh, he's gonna be sore in the morning

>Eventually the two of you flop on top of the sheets and pass out until daybreak

>You wake up groggily to the sound of Fizzle squeaking in protest

>You're directly on top of him, and you seem to have gotten a little heavier.

>It definitely feels like you changed more overnight

>Time to inspect yourself, you figure

>And, of course, your center of gravity has changed yet again and you fall flat on your face.

>You struggle to your feet, which you notice are now four-toed and clawed.

>When you manage to stand up, it feels weird, like you're leaning forward a little too much, because your tail is longer and heavier and offering more counterbalance.

>Okay, mirror time

>Well, the good news is that you're still human from the shoulders down. Everything else is green and black scales.

>You look rather like the guy in the Godzilla suit took off the head and arms so he could cool off.

>Farewell, Anon's nipples. You will be missed. I guess.

>You mean, you guess they never really did anything.

>Except when Fizzle got his first lesson in human anatomy in the shower, learned human nipples were sensitive, and kept trying to pinch and tease you there.

>In fact, never mind. Fuck you, Anon's nipples, and good riddance.

>You wrap yourself up in whatever will still fit, including your sweatpants and a poncho made out of an old blanket with a hole in it.

>Time to see if Twilight can fix this shit.

>Fizzle is still mostly-asleep and making little sounds of discomfort from laying on his back funny, not to mention having you on top of him.

>You kiss him goodbye

 

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 Scrubbing Bubbles  08/28/13(Wed)20:25 No.13170670Replies: >>13171209 >>13171227

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>>13170329 (You)

>You waddle out into Ponyville, covered in your makeshift clothes and head for the library.

>You try to get your tail to stay curled around your waist or pressed to your leg so nopony notices it

>God dammit, each time you try to tug your tail into place and hold it there, as soon as you start walking it goes back to its natural position stuck out a bit behind you.

>You feel like that dragon from that old kids' show on Nickelodeon back on Earth

>What was it called?

>"The Dragon Whose Tail Was an Asshole and He Should have Nailed it to the Fucking Wall"?

>Ponies definitely stare at you and the rustling in your poncho. Fortunately, it's nopony you know.

>With any luck you'll never see these ponies again.

>It's not like you live in a small town or anything.

>It's a pretty easy walk to the library, though.

>Time to get this over with

>You knock on the door.

>What the fuck, a dragon answers?

>A round-assed little jailbait dragon?

>Fuck your life.

 

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 Scrubbing Bubbles  08/28/13(Wed)20:50 No.13171209

>>13170670 (You)

>So you explain to Spike who you are and that you were hoping Twilight could help you with something.

>He puts you through a lot of small talk as he shakes your hand a little too fast for a little too long. "Oh, yeah! I've seen you around! You live between that place and that other place! Sorry, I'm really bad with street names, but you know what I mean. The place where you live. Hey, do you ever go to that breakfast place? That place by that other place?"

>The whole time you're thinking, please don't get a boner, please don't get a boner, please don't get a boner.

>I mean, beside the fact that you don't want Twilight to see you with a hardon, you're pretty sure this dragon is underage.

>I mean look at him, he's tiny

>But god damn, he's got those hips

>They kind of remind you of Fizzles.

>Finally, Twilight calls down from upstairs. "Spike, who is it? It's a library, you know; everypony's allowed in.

>"It's not a pony, though! It's Anon, the human from, uh, from Humanville! And he says he needs your help with something!"

>You hear what might be a slight exasperated sound. "Hold on! I'll be right down."

>"Okay! Here, Anon, have a seat!"

>He turns around to get you a chair and accidentally shows off his bare ass

>You feel like it's Chris Hansen who should be telling you to have a seat

 

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>>13171209 (You)

>Twilight comes down. "Hi, Anon! What seems to be the problem?"

>She does an excellent job of being courteous and friendly even though you're pretty sure she's peeved that you interrupted her studies.

>"Yeah. I, well, I think I'm under some kind of spell. I was hoping you might know a spell to change me back."

>"Change you back from what?"

>Please don't let her make you strip in front of the jailbait. "Can, uh, can we have some privacy? It's a little embarrassing."

>Upstairs in her living quarters, you remove your poncho. "So yeah, I'm turning into a dragon. Been happening for two days. Can you fix it?"

>She treats you just like that asshole doctor did. "Amazing! Not only a species transformation, but a long-term partial species transformation! It would take really complicated magic to keep your intermediary forms viable."

>"So it's not something some random unicorn could do as a prank?"

>"I should say not! I'm going to have to do a lot of research to determine the cause..."

>She feels up your scaly midsection, purely out of scientific curiosity.

>She's a girl, but eh, whatever. It's not so bad.

>You see Spike is spying on you through a crack in the door

>nobonersnobonersnobonersnoboners

 

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>>13171561 (You)

>You're stuck having tea and sandwiches with Spike in the kitchen while Twilight digs through books of magic and xenobiology to figure out what might be happening to you.

>You're wearing just your old sweatpants, which stretch rather lewdly with your tail sticking out the back.

>You're keeping your legs crossed and hoping not to get hard as Spike keeps talking to you in that boyish voice of his.

>Oh god, he's looking at your chest. You've become a little broader in the chest since you became mostly dragon, still not extremely muscular, but at least of manlier proportions than you used to have.

>He points at you. "Hey, you're pretty tall. Were you that tall before?"

>You try to laugh it off. "Don't worry, man, I'm sure you'll start growing like a bad weed really soon! After all, you're still just a... er... how old are you exactly?"

>"Let's see... usually nopony asks exactly how old anypony is. Guess it's impolite or something. So, Twilight was a yearling when I was hatched. And she's 19 now. So..."

>Fuck, he's legal?

>Somehow that makes it worse.

>nobonersnobonersnoboners

>"Anon, I think I found something!" Twilight calls from downstairs.

>Awesome. Now you can get out of here before there are boners.

>You come down to see Twilight with a thick book at a desk. Spike follows you down.

>"Here, Anon, in the Case Histories of Rare and Exotic Fauna. Oh, and Spike, could you please give Anon a little privacy again?"

>Well, that was nice of her. But what's this all about?

 

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 Scrubbing Bubbles  08/28/13(Wed)21:50 No.13172489

>>13172097 (You)

>Once Spike is out of the room, Twilight summarizes the obscure information she found in her book.

>"Okay, it says here that there was a point in the last great ice age when dragons almost went extinct. There was only. one dragon left in the world, and this translation might be kind of spotty, but it says she let dragonkind survive by making a dragon out of an ape.

>"Wait, what? Could they mean another human? Is this a human thing?"

>"I hypothesize that it's a horny dragon thing. When a dragon gets romantically involved with a member of another species, possibly after a long period of loneliness well, some kind of ancient survival mechanism kicks in to make sure there will be more dragons. So this is probably because of, you know, you and Fizzle."

>Fuck, she knows.

>"Fuck, you know? How?"

>She looks nervous. "Well, he's the only other dragon in town, and you guys do live together, so the evidence does point that way."

>"You can NOT tell anyone."

>Twilight nods. "I won't tell, I promise. But, well, once your condition becomes public, other ponies may be able to figure it out. I could probably come up with a spell to reverse the changes, but as long as you and Fizzle keep doing what you're doing, the changes will just come back faster and faster."

>"So you're telling me to, uh, break up with him?"

>She pauses to think. "Well, no... but you and Fizzle should probably talk it over and make a decision."

>You don't think he's going to take this well.

>You're so worried about Fizzle and how guilty he'll feel that you completely stop imagining what it'd be like to teach Spike to make love.

 

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