No title yet, Anon, Lyra thing Part 3-B, Anon's POV

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AnonXLyra Thingus part 3-B, Anon's POV

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"Ok Miss Minty, I gotta take off and get this party going." You pick up the pull bar for your cart. "Don't be late!"

>Tugging firmly on the bar the cart lurches into motion with a groan. You look back to Lyra to see her waving at you.

>She says something you don't catch as you turn and start walking. With a little wave of your own you trudge onwards.

>Man that Lyra, she's such a great mare, always knows just how to make you feel better. You think to yourself as you walk around the bend in the road.

>A warm feeling fills your chest and a smile plays across your face as you think about her. All those times she's there for you. Knowing just what to say or do to make you feel better.

>The jokes that you two share endlessly, conversations where you could practically finish each others sentences.

>Always knowing that if you need someone, they'll be there for you.

>"Buuuuuuck!", the faint cry breaking you out of your reverie. The hell was that? Looking around for a moment, spotting nothing out of place.

>Shrugging your shoulders you continue onwards to the market. Needing a few more supplies for the party/almost meatless BBQ.

>Sigh..., goddamn you wish you could get your hands on some beef. Stupid talking cows you think to yourself, remembering an incident years ago.

 

>A week out of the hospital and you had been staying at Applejack's farm. You and AJ sitting on the porch and enjoying some fresh baked apple pie.

"Damn Applejack, your Grandma makes a hell of a mean pie.", you say through a mouthful. Crumbs raining down your shirt.

>"Ah thank ye kindly Ahnon. Ah'll tell Granny you sahd so.", lifting a bit of her own pie with a fork. You still have no idea how the hell they hold things with hooves and you watch closely.

Nope, still don't see how. "Hey uh, Applejack? I've been wondering somthing for a while now. How are you holding that fork?"

>"Now what you mean by that Ahnon? You see, ya'll just pick it up and hold it... and uhh. How the heck ahm I doing this? Danggit Ahnon, you got me thinkin' into it too much now."

"Hell with it, it's magic." You take another bite as she stares at the fork held in her hoof.

>You lean back into the chair and watch the livestock graze. I wonder if the p0nies do that you think to yourself as you wash the pie down with a gulp of milk from the glass.

"I also gotta say AJ, you've got some high quality cows here. This milk is probably the best I've ever had in my life." You take a huge swig from your glass.

 

>"Oh garsh, well thank ya there Mr. Anon. That's awfully nice of ya to saay.", you turn in mid-gulp to see one of the grazing cows staring at you with a smile.

>"There's plenty more here if you need some don-cha know.", patting her udder with a foreleg. You spit-take your drink in a bukkake like blast of milk over Applejack.

>"Ah what the buck Anon!", She jumps to her hooves, dripping milk. "Ah man, yah even got in mah hair!" You just point at the cow and back to your glass. AJ looks pissed. Your mouth just hangs open in shock.

>"Oh hey you need a filler upper there?", the cow ask in her Wisconsin accent as she walks up to the porch.

"N-no thanks uh, ma'am. I'm ah, full." Oh man, it was still warm too.

>Suddenly AJ starts laughing as she gets your reaction. "Aww heck sugarcube, I thought you said it was the best ya'll ever had. Why don't ya go in thar and git you some more, fresh squeezed?"

>"Ghaaaaa..."

>Goddamned cows. It took you years to get over your dairy product phobia after that. Strait up milk does give you a moment of pause before you drink it still.

 

>You chuckle to yourself a little at the memory as you reach the market. Ok, what's first? Vegetables are the easiest to get. You're still not too happy with them on your grill though.

>The only veggies that should ever be on it are corn on the cob, baked potatoes and whatever's stuffed between the tasty meats on a shishkebab.

>Loading the corn and potatoes oh hey, Lyra left her saddlebags in the cart. You'll just give her them when she gets to your house later. You head towards AppleJack's stand. You've got this idea to roast apples.

She notices you and waves you over. "Howdy Anon. Ain't seen you 'round for a spell. What choo been up to?"

"Little bit of this and that. Having a poneh friendly barbecue and party tonight and you're welcome to come."

>"Oh? What's the occasion? Don't tell me ah fergot yer birthday again." You begin browsing her apples, holding up a few choice ones for closer inspection.

"Got fired from the library job by Twi. Probably Dash's doing as she hates the fuck outta me. So I said fuck it, party time. I'll take these five by the way. Figured I'd add roasted apple slices to the menu."

>"Huh, yeah that don't sound like Twi at all. Figured she'd come up with a list or sumthin for you to work on... Well hey thar Miss Lyrah. You come fer summa mah apples?", she takes the bits you hand her for the fruit.

>Looking down you see Lyra standing next to you lightly panting like she just ran here. "Oh, ah, no thanks AJ, huff, just here to see Anon for a sec." AJ mutters something and Lyra's face goes pale. Huh? What's this look for?

You reach down and give her mane a rustle. "Well hey there shortround, didn't I just drop you off at your house? You ah, stalking me or somethin'?", a joke ought to cheer her up.

 

>Ah hell you made it worse, she looks like she's about to freak out. Your hand now resting on the back of her head as she looks up towards you. "Anon I...", oh man something's gotta be wrong.

You look her in the eyes, "Yeah Lyra, something bothering you?., concern filling your voice.

>"I, I want to tell you Anon, I-I... I lo-eft my saddlebags on you cart and and really need them before the party tonight as they have my th-things and ummm, like I need them and stuff."

>...ok, well whatever's bothing her you'll ask her at the party. Maybe a few drinks will loosen her up a bit to say what it was.

"Figured as much. Saw them just sitting here a minute before you showed up.", you say while rummaging through the booze laden cart. Ah, there they are, under the case of Strelnikov's Finest. Pulling the bags free you set them across her back.

"Here you go minty. Did you need anything else or did you just want some more of my sweet, sweet, loving touch?", as you wiggle your fingers at her.

>Aw yes, there's the smile you were hoping to see. "Ha ha! Anon, you dork. I just needed my bags back. So, um, see you at the party later?". Hmmm, she's a bit more cheerful now but you could tell something was still bothering her.

Giving each of the mares a smile, "You damn well better be there Greenie. Same goes for you Applejack. Bring some of your famous whiskey too 'pard."

>"You got it Anon. I'll even lend a hoof with your grillin' thing. Got me ah hankerin to try some grilled apple slices." Lyra looks to the both of you. "Guess I'll see you later Anon. Applejack.", she says cheerfully as she walks off and waves.

She's gone before you can say anything else to her. "Hey AJ, did she seem a little upset to you?"

 

>"Yeah a bit Anon, somethin's bothering her but ah, ah can't quite put mah hoof on it. Maybe you should ask.", her eyes are shooting back and forth. Is she, lying? Nawww, she'd never lie. What with being the Element of Honesty and all.

"Yeah, I'll see what's up tonight. Party starts around sixish and feel free to bring Big Mac. I haven't hung out and had a drink with the big lug in forever."

>"Well alright then, we'll be there." You turn an leave pulling the cart behind you. "See ya soon!" Sooo, what's next on the list you didn't bother to write? Ahh, meat.

>Now where's that griffin butcher's stand? He's always on the outskirts of the market as the locals aren't really big on his wares. He does have a loyal and regular clientele to support him though.

>Wandering the edge of the market you finally spot him in his stall talking to a minotaur. He picks up a large package and leaves, giving you a nod as he passes. "Anon", he rumbles to you in a friendly fashon.

"Richter." you nod in return as you continue to the stall, "Yo, what up Peter?"

>The elderly griffin glares at you, "Dammit Anon, why the hell do you keep calling me that? It's Guthrie, GUUUUUTH-REEEEEE.", his brow furrowing slightly.

"Just messin' with ya guy. So what'd Richter get? Was a pretty big damn bundle he had there.", pointing your thumb back towards the departing minotaur.

>"Mr. Scales? Oh he's having a family reunion or something and needed a whole boar for a roast." Oh my god, so jealous.

 

>"So what can I do for you this afternoon Mr.Anon? You see anything you like?" He waves one of his claws over the small variety of meats on display. Venison, boar, and fish all prepared in multiple ways. Damn, still no beef.

>Why the fuck are there so few insentient tasty animals here? Hell, half the fish you caught would look you in the eye with a big sad face, begging to be released. Your conscience forcing you to toss them back.

"Everything." He chuckles at this. "But I just need a pound of some ground venison. Making some burgers so I need the one with the extra fat ground into it. Oh, and a bit of this jerky too.

>You reach foward and pluck a strip out of the countertop jar. "Comin' right up." He moves to fill your order as your teeth snap into the slim jerky. Oooh yeah, that's the stuff.

>"Bark!, barkbarkbark!, whiiiinnnneee" Looking down you see the griffin's dog begging for a bit of your jerky. "Brian! Leave Mr. Anon alone!" You immediatly start laughing, "and quit laughing at my dog! I still don't know what you find so dammned funny about him."

>Tossing the last bit of the jerky to the dog. He snaps it up and with a woof, runs off happily wagging his tail.

"Heh, it's nothing, don't worry about it. So, how much do I owe you?", taking the paper-wrapped budle from him.

>"Four bits'll cover it." You hand him the cash. "Thanks for coming Mr. Anon and here," He reaches into the jar and tosses you another strip of deer jerky. "Don't be a stranger." Setting the package into the cart you move off towards home.

 

>Pulling the cart past the various vendors you spot a poneh with a paintbrush cutie mark selling art supplies. Looking back at your dingy cart you get an idea.

"Excuse me, Miss? Could I use one of your cans of spraypaint for a moment?" She give you an angry glare.

>"I ain't running no damn charity mister. You want some, buy it like everyp0ny else. Six bits a can, take it or leave it." recoiling in surprise at her demeanor you toss her the cash and take a spraycan of red paint.

>"Don't huff it all in one place.", what, ...bitch. Giving her a glare you rattle the can as you turn towards the cart. With no skill and only one hastily scratched out spelling error you finish pimpin' yo ride.

>Standing back to admire your work with a little laugh, unnamed background pony number 72 running the art stand ask haughtily, "Danger Cart #1, what the hay does that mean?" You just shrug your shoulders as you laugh to yourself.

>"Oh look Twily, the monkey has learned to use tools! Bwahahahah!" "Dash! stop it!", you turn and see Bluebitch and Twilight. "I-I'm sorry Anon Dashie's just kidding around. RIGHT!", giving Rainbow a stare.

>"Pfff no, I'm actually impressed, he's using tools now. That's a big step. Soon enough he'll be able to get a new job... in the circus! Baaahahaaha!" "DASH! Stop it,...please. Anon I'm really sorr-"

"Naw to hell this shit.", slamming the paintcan to the ground. "Yo Rainbow Dyke, what in the fuck is your problem with me huh? You think I'm trying to steal Twi away or somthing or are you just a stupid racist bitch?", the can rattling down the street as you stomp towards Dash.

 

>"Buck you monkey boy, you think I don't know about your crush on Twili? Yeah, that's right, and there's no way in Tartarus I'll let you get your shit flinging paws on her." Twilight looking up at this as Dash closes the distance between you.

>"H-he had a-a... oh, oh my this is...I", Twilight's ears fall foward as she looks to the ground sadly. Her shoulders slump foward.  "Anon I, I'm..."

>Rainbow's in your face now, fluttering angrily. Reflexively you raise a hand as a wing touches your cheek. "Oh shit, you wanna piece of me?", landing she assumes a boxing stance. "Bring it on motherbucker. I'll kick your buckin f-flank baaac.."

>Her voice faltering as the realization dawns on her just how much bigger you are as she's less than a foot away now looking up.

>Her head barely coming up to your chest even with her being on her hindlegs. The fact that you were also about four times her weight becoming more apparent as you loom over her. Knuckles popping in your clenched fist.

"I promised myself I'd never hit a woman.", fist raising. "But I'll fuck up a bitch dyke p0ny." Rainbow begins to backpedal as her eyes widen in fear.

>Advancing towards her, she panics and takes a jab at your groin. You jerk back before the hoof hits your junk. A purple aura surrounds you both, freezing you two in place. "Stop it, the both of you! Dash just drop it and Anon, I'd like to talk to you a bit later if that's ok."

>Releasing the both of you from her magical grip she trots past snagging Rainbow's tail with her magic again, dragging her away. "Yeah. I saw ya flinch, scaredy-ape." You flip her off.

 

>"What does that even mean? The size of your pecker? Baaahahaha!" "DASH!", Twilight shouts. Rainbow grinning sheepishly as the two leave. You let out tha sigh as your shoulders relax and the adrenaline begins to ebb. Fucking dyke p0ny.

>Picking up the cart's pull handle you make your way out of the market towards home. Well fuck, looks like the cat's outta the bag. Twi know's how you felt for her. Kinda surprised she was nice to you though. Figured Dash had fully turned her feminazi.

>Fuck it, you got a party to setup for. You'll worry about all that shit later. Reaching the door of your home you drop the cart's handle and begin unloading the booze and food. Just as you set the last bottle on the counter there's a knock on the door.

>Opening it, Berry's on your doorstep.

"What it do Punchy?", you lean against the doorframe crossing your arms.

>"Oh um, hey again Anon. I was on my way home when I saw your little "altercation", with Dash. Ooh man I wanted to see you lay into her so badly."

"Thanks, I guess. Is there ah, something you need Berry? Party doesn't start for another five hours."

>"Just watching you get all ready to clobber that... oh man that was.", she shivers a bit as her cheeks flush. You raise an eyebrow. "I just thought maybe... you needed a little help to work out that stress?", wagging her eybrows. Huh? Whatoooooh. Well you two haven't in years...

"...Fuck it, let's get this party started a little early."