- >>You spend every waking moment thinking about your bro
- >>That beautiful, cyan, rainbow angel
- >>You don't get as much time with her as you'd like
- >>Despite the rape attempts, the six ponies that form their circle around you are still on good terms with one another
- >>Rainbow and Twilight will get upset with their peers, but they have long since understood
- >>There are physical reasons for their attraction. It's annoying, but you understand it as well
- >>Princess Luna described it to you as animal magnetism, some characteristic that someponies could not withstand
- >>That isn't their fault, but it is frustrating
- >>In the end, they have their lives and you have yours
- >>You are not a part of their story, you are just an associate they reference when they need more hands
- >>You love your bro as much as two bros can love one another
- >>But you also love Celestia
- >>Celestia has made certain of that
- >>That afternoon, you are thankful to be spending time with your friend, Dash
- >>You two partake in all sorts of activities
- >>Swimming
- >>Sports
- >>Drinking
- >>You still have not told her that you participate in anything underground. She doesn't need to know that
- >>But you do feel secure enough with your bro, after workouts, to take your shirt off around her
- >>To relax
- >>To be comfortable
- >>Often, it causes her wings to erect
- >>Often, the use of the word 'bro' causes her to become sad
- >>But you fail to notice
- >>Celestia's power over you is great and has many aspects
- >>Do not compromise the Elements of Harmony. You consciously live to the best of your ability by this demand
- >>After all, she plucked you from a world that would have destroyed you
- >>She is your savior. She is worthy of your unconditional love and worship
- >>But, unbeknownst to you, there is a subconscious tweak as well
- >>Celestia has made certain that you are her little human
- >>Her good, obedient little human
- >>And you couldn't be happier
- >>A red ball slams into your chest, and you catch it
- >>“You're going to have to do better than that!”
- >>Dodgeball with Dash. Why the hell did you agree to this?
- >>You hurl the ball, sending it sailing through the air
- >>The Pegasus effortlessly corkscrews around it and laughs at you before sending her rubbery munitions your way
- >>You barely dodge, and catapult yet another in her direction
- >>She ducks it, raises one over her head, and throws it
- >>The ball bounces off of your forehead, and you can hear her laugh as you fall over
- >>But you aren't mad
- >>You're Anonymous. You appreciate a challenge
- >>She touches down
- >>“You okay, Anon?”
- Yeah, I'm fine
- >>It's usually harder for her to nail you. She usually does, but it takes longer
- >>A memory of your past life surfaces
- >>A childhood friend. You grew apart in your teens, but all through school that was the only person you really felt comfortable with
- >>Every year, on your birthday, they would be the only one to show up
- >>You would do everything together
- >>But the epiphany sinks into the abyss of your blank mind as fast as it surfaced
- >>“Maybe we should hit the showers.”
- You're a real friend, Rainbro
- >>She lifts an eyebrow and laughs, nervously
- >>“Anon? What's on your mind?”
- You... reminded me of someone. Someone I knew a long time ago.
- >>“Did they have blue skin? Hah hah! Let's hit the shower!”
- Yeah. Yeah, that sounds real good.
- >>POMF
- >>You fail to notice
- >>“I can't wait to hit those showers!”
- Me neither, bro!
- >>You later find yourself at Fluttershy's cottage, helping to tend a few animals who had been ill
- >>You are not a surgeon, or a veterinarian, but you help as much as you can
- >>It mostly entails you just being there
- >>You have long forgiven Fluttershy of her behavior. She hasn’t been as forward as Applejack
- >>And, hey, it sometimes borders on cute. Or at least entertaining
- >>She serves you tea. Against your better judgment, you partake in it
- >>“Thank you for coming, Anon.”
- >>You are a man of few words most of the time
- Of course.
- >>You give her a genuine smile
- >>She returns it, hiding behind her pink mane
- >>You know she has a thing for you, and even though you can't return the feeling you see no harm in at least being there when she needs help
- >>“Um... Anon... I”
- Tea is not my fetish
- >>“No, I...”
- Neither is animal suffering
- >>She gives you a face
- >>You were just covering the bases
- >>“I wanted to tell you how appreciative I am. I know we had a rocky start, but...”
- It's okay
- >>She gets really shy, intimidated by your lack of dialogue
- ...and besides, if it weren't for you I probably wouldn't have met the others
- >>She looks up at you
- You were the only one to understand me. You were the only one I could understand. You were like a...
- >>A memory of your previous life stops you
- >>Your mother, a beautiful woman, who was always there for you right up until she died. When no one else could, or would, hear you – she did
- >>She raised you herself, your father not being there for a reason that you cannot comprehend just now
- >>This woman is why you were the way you were
- ...Mother
- >>“Anon?”
- >>The memory assimilates into the void of your mind as fast as it came
- What?
- >>“Did you just call me your mother?”
- >>You put the tea cup down on its saucer and rest the saucer on the table
- Did I?
- >>She nods, somewhat depressed
- I'm sorry.
- >>This wasn't the first time stuff like this has happened to you
- >>You reach an epiphany, and then it vanishes
- >>You spend the rest of the day trying to dredge it up from the barren fields of your mind
- >>You sleep on them, and then in the morning, it feels like you have lost them once more
- >>It's getting late
- >>You lay in your bed, lights out. You close a book on the science of dreams that you checked out from Twilight
- >>You lay your head down, but you skip your prayer to Celestia tonight
- >>Just as you drift asleep, finding peaceful slumber, you can feel it
- >>Some intangible force interacting with your brain
- >>The dreaded 7 o' clock alarm was forced in
- >>The panoramic views of earlier dredged out
- >>But this night, you mentally grip them. Your hand emerges from the tar-like abyss
- >>You grasp what is yours, and resist her pull
- No, Celestia
- >>The alarm clock's digital display that dominates your dreams begins to shimmer from view
- >>A surprised Celestia, with her head cocked and her eyes gleaming down at you, replaces it
- Not tonight
- Sick of your shit
- >>A sudden crash of lightning bounces you out of your covers, and you land in a sitting position
- >>Your flesh is cold, freezing, crawling
- >>You are terrified
- >>It seems in your sleep, your mind cannot escape the rape
- Fucking Celestia
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The Story That Never Was - Chapter 3
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