BasedHumpLooseStory

>Struttin' through Ponyville

>Catch sight of a mare sitting funny

>Lyra's reclining in a bench human style

>She catches your eye

>Does the 'what?' head nod

>You mention that it's just an odd thing to see a pony do

>Lyra says that it's nothing

>With her hoof she points to the other side of the street

>A sky blue pony is lying on her side like a dog, leg in the air, sloppily lapping at her vag and asshole

 

>You stare at said pony with disgusted interest, trying to force yourself again and again to look away from her genitals

>You've been in Ponyville for quite a while, but this tops the list of shit you've seen

>Suddenly, the blue bitch looks over to you, her expression at first curious, but swiftly morphing to a cross-eyed, batshit insane smile

>Now, you slowly turn your head away, preparing to walk off

>Before you go anywhere, the mare has pounced on your leg, like a fox on a hen

>You try to shake her off, but she is too heavy

>She begins adjusting her position, until she is upright against your leg

>Hump hump hump

>Her humps speed up as your jeans are soaked in saliva and mare juices, all the while she is yipping like an animal

 

>Your jeans begin to tighten. Tighten around your chin due to the constant gush of this bitches bodily fluids, and around your crotch because... well, you know

>You have many mixed emotions; prominently confusion and arousal

>You decide not to say anything, and instead wait for her to finish, nervously bitting your bottom lip

>Lyra is quickly out of her seat, and attempts to pry the horny beast from your leg

>You don't want to admit it, but your are disappointed

>Eventually, the blue mare falls off and lands on her back, her pussy fully exposed

>You see it's redened by a rush of blood and glistening in the sunlight

>You also swear that she's producing so much lube, it's almost as if she's pissing herself in front of you

>Her expression remains a constant, though

>Lyra apologizes for her behaviour, tellying you her name is 'Screwloose'

>She slaps a leash on her and drags her away

>You want to find out more about this... Screwloose

 

>Several days past, and you begin to do a little bit of research

>Finding out more about Screwloose wasn't exactly difficulty, all you really had to do was say her name to a few ponies you already made friends with, even Lyra didn't seem to mind telling you about her

>As it turns out, Screwloose has a reputation for believing that she is a dog

>Apparently, she is currently residing in the mental ward of Ponyville hospital

>You couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Sure, she had a few friends who visited her every so often and took her outside, but to be cursed with such an abnormality, to be shunned upon by the rest of society, being viewed as a repulsive... thing...

>You knew that feel all to well

>You decide to visit her

 

>Visiting hours are from 12:00 to 17:00 on Thursdays and Saturdays

>It may seem like a lot, but considering that pretty much none of these ponies have any friends to visit them, they're rather pointless

>Regardless, you have an early lunch, quickly pop to Marebucks, and get to the hospital by 11:56

"Hi, i would like see Screwloose please. I'm a... friend of hers"

>You hesitate a little on 'friend'. You weren't really her friend, but she certainly thought you were

>Without checking twice, the receptionist calls one of the nurses down

>"Follow me" she says, with an obviously fake smile

 

>As you walk down the hall, you take in all that hospital atmosphere

>The chemical smell, the white walls, the heart attack awareness posters plastered all along the bulletin boards

>While being here kinda' creeped you out, you couldn't help but feel a little excited to see that bitch again

>Eventually, you reach a wide open room, filled to the max with chairs and tables, and with a colourful array of different ponies sat at them

>You glanced around the area for a few moments, seeing what other nutjobs there were

>There were some sitting completely normally, there were some shaking uncontrollably, there were some attempting to self harm with a plastic spork

>The place was like an ark of crazies

>Then, in the corner of your eye, you see her

>The blue mare with a grey mane and sunken purple eyes, sitting all alone at a table in the center of the room

>The sight depressed you. If you weren't keen to cheer her up before, you certainly were now

>Nervously tip-toeing your way through the crowd, you approach Screwloose

>You bumped into a few tables along the way, cauing some of the crazies to twitch or whimper

>You prayed to your horse god that none of them were dangerous

>Eventually, you reached your desired table, pulling a chair over to sit opposite the dog-mare

>She didn't react to your presence, she just looked down at her forehooves

"... hey" you finally said

>Slowly, she raised her head up, trembling a little as you made eye contact

>She has clearly been pumped full of meds for the occasion, otherwise she'd be trying to chew on your bone or something

>"... Y-... Y-you... you..." she weakly muttered, bewildered by your presence

"I don't care about what happened the other day. I just wanted to see you" you told her, in what was perhaps the gentlest tone you have ever spoken in

>She blinks a few more times, before looking back down at the table

>"... H-hello" she forces out, her tone slightly more relaxed, but not by much

 

>At this point, you realize that you don't have anything to talk about

>Not good with Earth girls, not good with Equine girls

>You drum your fingers against the clean wooden table for a few moments, before clicking your tongue

"My name is Anonymous" you told her, assuming she didn't know

>"... Screwloose..." she eventually replied, still trembling as she tapped the tips of her hoofs together in a rhythmic fashion

"... A-Anon..." Screwloose started, looking back up at you "M-May i ask why you came back?"

>You had to think for a moment about this one. Sure, your original intentions were quite... malevolent... but now you're not quite sure why you're so interested

"Well, you seemed like a nice mare" you said with a gentle smile. This caused her to giggle slightly, but it sounded more like a 'that was a terrible joke' kind of giggle.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing"

>You noticed that her eyes moistened up a little

>Poor thing, it must have been ages since someone has actually shown concern for her. Treating her like a pony instead of a pet

"Aww, c'mon now, don't do that" you said. Partially because you hate seeing her sad, partially because you have no idea how to comfort crying ponies

>"I-I'm sorry... it's just..." she said, sniffling lightly

>"It's b-been years since ive been able to control my emotions... it's like i'm trapped in a cage of insanity a-and medication..." Screwloose explained, fighting off the urge to cry

>You'd comment on just how soppy this was, but even for you, that'd be a dick move

"... how'd you like to go out for a bit?" you blurt out, unsure why you said that

>The proposition of being taken out seems to make her perk up

>She wipes the tears and snot from her face, and offers you a genuine smile

>"... i'd like that"

 

>You grin at her remark, standing up from you chair and walking over to Screwloose to help her out of hers

>You grab her by the hoof and gently pull her out of her seat, still feeling the vibrations coming from her shaky body

>It would appear that she's trying to look away from you, as if she didn't want you to see her face, nevertheless, you lead her out the room and down the hall

>You had to fill out some paperwork at reception before you could go anywhere, but you didn't mind

>Eventually, you leave the building

>She takes a moment to breath in the fresh air and feel the heat of the sun again her face

"So, what'cha wanna' do, Screw?" you ask her

>She's to captivated by the outdoors to give you an immediate answer

>"I'll tell you what; i'm really in the mood to go to the park!" she beamed, talking like a normal pony now

"Park it is!"

 

>The both of you head to the park, taking a quick stroll through the town to get there

>You get a few stares along the way, and several school children laughing at you

>You're just two misfits in a world full of little girls' cartoon characters

>When you finally get there, you look for a bench to rest on for a few minutes

>Physical activity was never your strong point

>Screwloose, on the other hand, was already running around the place; rolling in grass and dirt, barking like the maniac she is

>This comes off as less of a shock the second time

>After a good ten minutes, and after traumatizing the fillies playing on the swings, she returns to you, panting just like any other dog would

>She actually looked kind of adorable

"Where'd THAT come from?"

>She whimpers a little before reeling her tongue back into her mouth

>"N-No idea, it sorta'... comes and goes... ... mostly comes"

>You can't help but snicker at the unintentional pun

 

>For the rest of the day, you just do much of the same

>Go to places, Screwloose begins acting like a dog, ponies are scared, and then you move on

>Whilst it probably wasn't exactly healthy, at least she looked happy enough

>But then, it dawned on you

>It was 16:41

>The both of you were admiring a group of street performers when you checked the time

>They were a cover band of what you assumed to be the pony equivalent of The Fray

"Erm... Screw..." you muttered, nudging her a little with your foot

>She looked up at you. The sadness in her eyes showed that she already knew what you were about to say

"We should be getting you back to the hospital..."

>She looked back toward the ground and sighed

>"Ok..."

>As you made your way back to the asylum, you couldn't help but feel crippling guilt

>You're sending her back to that hell hole of a facility

>But it's for her own good, you guessed

 

>You made it back to the hospital with minutes to spare

"I had a good day with you, Screwloose" you stated, trying to smile, but unable to bring yourself to do so

>"M-Me too..." she admitted

>Once more, there was yet another one of your awkward silences. There was nothing left to say

>"H-Hey, Anon"

>Or so you thought

>"... I-If you wouldn't mind... would you like to... go out some m-more later?..."

>The question delighted you

>You didn't hesitate to reply with an enthusiastic 'yes'

>The both of you hugged it out, before you lead her to the reception for the nurses to deal with her

>As you walked home alone that night, you contemplate what you're doing with your life

 

>You begin visit her every Thursday and Saturday

>Most of the time you take her out and go to places, but sometimes you just stay sat at her table, just conversing with her

>Over time, she quickly becomes your best friend

>Lyra doesn't even show up that much anymore, seeing as you have her covered

>Not only that, but Screwloose's mental state seems to be improving

>Her random animalistic outbursts become less frequent, and less extreme when they do occur

>She looks much more healthy than she did at first; her eyes are no longer sunken pools of sadness, and her mane gradually loses its frizz

>She's actually a pretty attractive mare

>One day, when you visit her, she seems extra happy

>"Hey! Anon!" she greets you, with a smile and a wave

>She's come a long way from the trembling mare you used to know

"Wassup', Screwy?"

>You figure you've become friendly enough to put a 'y' on the end of her name

>"Anon! I have great news!" she she blurts out, not even waiting for you to sit down

>You ponder your thoughts momentarily, thinking what it could possibly be

>You ain't all that bright

>"The Doctors say that my condition has become stable! You know what this means?"

>You can see where she's going with this, but you let her continue regardless

>"I'll be able to leave soon!"

>You both scream and giggle in excitement, bouncing around and hugging each other in your victory against her nasty condition

>Sure, she ain't exactly humping your leg, but hey, she's a soft pony

>"Oh, Anon! I'm so happy i... i could just!..." she can't even finish her sentence she's so happy

>Then, you ruin the moment

"Where are ya' gonna' crash when you're out?"

>Again, silence

>She seems more confused than concerned, not letting her pessimism get the better of her

 

>"I... I actually hadn't thought of that..." she admits, scratching her chin

"What about Lyra's?"

>"Nah, i can't do that. She's a struggling musician, she can barely keep a roof over her own head"

>You both him lightly as you attempt to think of some solution to the problem

>Suddenly, your chivalry kicks in

"Why don't you stay at mine?"

>She freezes in the spot, a small blush coming over her muzzle

>"... are, are you sure?"

"Yeah, i can afford it. I've got a nice little cottage, perfect place to stay whilst you get back on your fee- err... hoofs"

>She smirks uncontrollably at your proposition, hugging you tightly around the waist

>"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou..." and so on

>After looping the words 'thank you' for a good five minutes, she breaks contact, starring down at the table like she used to

>"... err..." you can tell she's trying to apologize, but can't quite get it out

"... well, i should probably get going. I'll see you again on Thursday" you tell her

>"... think you can make room for me by then?" she uncomfortably asks, as if she doesn't want to impose

>Of course you can

 

>You come back Thursday, just like you had promised

>You had spent the past few days doing nothing but cleaning up your house, making it just right for company

>You only have one bedroom, but you wouldn't mind sleeping on the couch if it came to it

>As you walk, you daydream about how nice it would be to share your place with somepony

>You haven't had any real friends since Earth, and even then, none of them were female

>But now, everything's coming up Anon

>You reach the hospital and to a happy little skip before entering the building

>You walk past the reception, down the hall, and into the large room

>You see Screwy at her usual table, but instead of wearing her usual hosptial gown, she's dressed in a lovely cardigan

>She even took the time to style her mane

>Sitting at the table, you exchange grins

"Ready to go?" you ask her

>She lets out a satisfied sigh

>"Yeah, we just gotta' fill out a few papers"

>You hold her hoof, and lead her to reception

>You are both sat down by the hospital staff and have a short discussion about something or other, before filling out some paper work

>One of the sheets you paid most attention to was one saying something about caring for her if condition were to relapse

>Obviously you sign it

>After what seems like an eternally long process, you both leave the hospital

>This is the first day of the rest of her life

 

>You walk through the town, admiring all the beautiful sites and senses as you did so

>You've walked this path with her many times in the past, but never like this

>None of the local ponies even stared at her, almost as if they didn't recognize the transformed mare

>Maybe they didn't

>You treat her to a wand of cotton candy as you make your way back to your cottage

>Apparently cotton candy is to ponies what Thornton's chocolate is to humans

>She noms on her treat as you approach your cottage

>It was fairly decrepit, but hey, it's home

>Screwy didn't seem phased either. Well, either that, or she's a good actor

>You put the little key into the lock and open up the door for her

"Home sweet home!" you announce

>The inside looked much better than the out, but only because you'd spent so much time tidying it up for her

>In hindsight, you should've put in the extra effort

>Screwloose gradually trots into the domicle, observing her surroundings like she'd just entered an ancient city

>It's probably been years since she's seen the inside of someone's actual home, let alone lived in one

"... can i get you anything?" you offer

>She doesn't respond

>She just sort of... curls into a ball on the couch and loses herself in its comfort

>She looks just like a puppy

>You're concerned at first, but eventually, you walk on over to the couch and take a seat next to her

>You stroke her soft, warm fur as her tail gently sways from side to side

>This is the life

 

>As the days go on, you gradually become much more fond of each other

>Sure, you were close before, but now you're roomies, you actually get to interact on a daily basis

>It starts of fairly subtly, with the odd passive aggressive not here and there, and the occasional playfight every now and then

>She was a pretty tough mare, and had to problem pinning you to the ground. But sometimes, you just let her win because she would always do an adorable little victory dance

>Sometimes her doglike nature would pop up

>You've played fetch with her on multiple occasions; chucking a stick outside your cottage and waiting for her to retrieve it, soaked by the wet dirt of the ground and her saliva

>She's even shat and pissed on the carpet a few times

>You don't talk about those times

>Something you didn't quite expect, however, is that she didn't mind sleeping on the couch

>In fact, she seemed to enjoy it, curled up in her little canine position

>She seemed content enough, but you knew what it meant

>She isn't completely healed after all

 

"I'm going to bed, Screwy!" you shout from the bathroom one evening, after brushing your teeth

>You don your Super Pony pajama's, and prepare to lay down and nod off

>But you can here something

>It sounds like sobbing...

>You leave your bedroom to investigate

>You tip-toe into the living room to see Screwloose quietly crying to herself, sitting upright against the couch

"Wassup?" you ask, keeping your voice low

>She wipes her face as she turns to look at you

>"I... I'm a failure, Anon..." she states, in between sniffles

"No you're not! You're the greatest mare in the world!"

>Screwy ain't taking none of that crap

>"Oh, don't give me that! You and i b-both know that i'm just a looney dog mare who isn't even sane enough to live b-by hers-self!"

 

>"Oh, don't give me that! You and i b-both know that i'm just a looney dog mare who isn't even sane enough to live b-by hers-self!"

>Your eyes slowly look away and you gently suck your cheek in, as you take in her depressive words

>"I-I'm just a drain on s-s-society! I don't deserve to be with you in t-this gorgeous cottage... I d-don't even deserve to live!"

>Her self-destruction angers you a little

>You march on over to her and take a seat on the couch, wrapping your arm around her shoulders

"I don't think you're a drain on society. For starters, you've changed my life greatly" you say, with a reassuring smile.

"If i never met you, then i wouldn't of had any motivation to keep on going in this world of pastel colour ponies. Heck, even back in my home world, i was an outcast. I had no friends, a family which hated me, and a job that was going nowhere. I had already given up when i came to Equestria, but your strength and determination has shown me that maybe there is still some hope out there..." you say

>Que your trademark silence

>"... I only kept on going myself because you were there to guide me..."

>The confession makes you fluster a little

>One more silence, aaand

>"C-Can i sleep in your bed tonight A-Anon?... T-To keep me company?"

>You didn't quite know how to answer the question

>But you do anyway

>"Y-you too..." you mumble

>"I-I mean yes! ... S-Sure!"

>The mare giggles

 

>You both make your way down the hall and into your bedroom

>It's a pretty big room, able to fit a bed, a wardrobe, a desk, and a few cabinets

>Unfortunately, it's only a single bed

>Oh well, at least you'll be able to share warmth

>The both of you go prone as you crawl onto the relatively small bed

>It's a bit of a struggle, but you finally make it under the covers

>You proceed to assist Screwloose underneath the covers as well

>After some fidgeting , you're both comfortably under the sheets

>You adjust your position over so slightly and end up spooning the blue mare

>She either doesn't notice, or doesn't protest

>Your combined body heats warm up the bedding soon enough

>Not to mention her coat is like a plush toy, pressed against your body

>You feel slightly nervous at the situation, yet at the same time, very at ease

"G-Good night, Screwy..." you whisper to her

>She hums back at you

>Fuck, you're in love with a batshit insane dog mare

 

>You don't sleep, you merely lay there, thinking about your sudden epiphany

>Her frame is soft and cuddly, just like you always daydreamed a gf would feel like

>You swear you can almost feel her heart beat as you embrace

>Her breath is at a relaxed pace as she falls asleep

>No matter how hard you try, you just can't nod off

>Screw it, you have to ask her

"Hey, Screwy" you whisper into her ear

>She lets out a weary sigh and wiggles a little, signifying that she's still awake

>Thank Celestia for that

"I... I gotta' ask you something"

>She hums that 'mmhmm?' sound people do

"The first time we met... what was that?"

>You her her breath stop

>She tiredly moves out of your grasp, and sits up in the bed

>She looks at you with a raised eyebrow

>"What do you mean?"

"When you... you know, did THAT. Did it mean anything?"

>She nervously scratches the back of her head

>"I... I was going through a tough time... I couldn't control myself, no matter what i did..."

>You notice that your own eyebrow has raised

"You couldn't control it? Meaning that?..." you don't finish your sentence

>She knows what you mean

>"A-Anon... I don't know why i did what i did that day. Could of been my condition, it could've been my medication... it could've been..." as she speaks, her voice slowly becomes more and more like a mumble

>Now you've both caught on

"It's not that i have a problem with it..."

>Again, silence

"... I just wanted to know... where we stand with each other..."

>She turns her head to look at your

>It may be hard to see in the darkness, but her amethyst eyes are more beautiful now than they've ever been before

>You notice that your hand is politing itself towards her face, brushing her mane out of her face before cupping her cheek

>What are you doing, Anon?

>And now you're leaning in! Stop!

>Wait...

>She's leaning in too

 

>Your heart races as you get closer and closer

>Is this really happening? I mixture of nerve, tiredness, and excitement makes the whole thing seem like a big blur

>You can't even be sure if you're awake

>But then, it happens

>You make contact

>You are kissing dog pone

>Her lips feel lustrous against your own

>Your eyes flicker and roll into the back of your head as you run your fingers through the back of her silky mane

>Yep, this is happening

>The sound of wet smacking and air escaping sound throughout your bedroom

>You both kick a little under the covers as you slip some tongue in

>She does the same back

>Her taste and texture drives you crazy, as your libido sky rockets and the make out heats up

>Even little Anon comes out to play

>You try to roll on top of you, but you realize you can't move

>That little bitch already has you pined

>She proudly stands above you and holds you down, just like a wolf would

>You're still kissing, but you can hear a distinct growl in the back of her throat

>Oh boy

>The blankets come flying off as she kicks her hind legs

>In the process, your pants and underwear also find their way down your waist

>You're exposed

 

>Your cock is as hard as diamonds as it points skywards

>Screwloose gradually begins lowering herself down, staring you in that insane stare of hers

>She's not even made contact with you, but, damn

>Her cunt's so hot, you could roast marshmallows over it

>That just makes you harder

>Eventually, her lips press against your head

>A little bit of precum begins to dribble down your shaft

>Some of it mixes with her vaginal fluid, sufficiently lubricating both of you

>With a loud bark, she slams herself down onto your head

>You almost came there and then

>You read somewhere that female foxes twist the males penis during intercourse

>While kinky, you hoped that she wouldn't do that

>The thought fades from your mind as she begins to ride you like the animal she is

>She yips like that time she humped your leg, but this time, it's much louder, and much more frequent

>You let out gentle groans and grunts yourself, as the feeling of her moist walls grasping onto your dick for dear life sends shivers through your whole body

>Sitting up a little, you grab onto her shoulders, digging your fingernails into her fur a little

"Who's a good girl?! Who's a good girl?!" you find yourself moaning

>Hearing it out loud is a bit silly, but it just seems to motivate her as she happily barks and fucks you silly

>The bed begins rocking a bit, making loud bangs and creaks as it slams into the wall behind you