Thunderlane x Anon pt 3

The next twenty minutes or so you're fully preoccupied with taking care of Rumble, pushing what just happened between you and Thunderlane out of your mind while you focus on the task at hand. You grimace slightly in disgust as you remove the urine-soaked bedsheets from Rumble's bed and take them downstairs to throw in a pile with the rest of your dirty laundry. You'll take care of that in the morning. Making your way back up the stairs you pause for a moment as you pass the bathroom, listening to the little colt splashing around in the bathtub as he washes up, his crying seems to have stopped. Satisfied that he's doing okay, you return to his bedroom and flip the mattress before applying a set of clean bedsheets and making the bed for him.

 

"Anooon! I'm finiiished!" Rumble calls out to you a few minutes later. You step into the bathroom, lifting him out of the tub and rubbing him vigorously with a towel, drawing some giggles and squirms from him as you hit a few ticklish spots. He's perfectly capable of drying himself off, but it always goes a lot faster with your help. The little colt gives a contented sigh at the feeling of clean, dry sheets as he climbs into his bed. His hooves wrap around your neck as you lean in to tuck him in.

 

"You're the best, Anon!" he says, giving a tight squeeze before letting go.

 

Standing in the doorway you turn and give him a quick smile.

 

"Good night, Rumble," you say, flipping off the lights. He sleepily echos you back as you pull the door shut behind you.

 

 

 

When you return to your bedroom it doesn't look like Thunderlane has so much as flinched, in the exact same position he was when you left him. You sit on the edge of the bed, his back toward you as he feigns sleep.

 

"Hey. I know you're not asleep," you mutter, reaching over and poking him in the shoulder. He shifts slightly but keeps his back to you. You place your hand on his back over the blankets and give him a good shake.

 

"We gotta talk about what just happened, Thunderlane," you insist as you pull the covers off of him. He sighs and rolls over to look at you.

 

"You hate me now, don't you..." he asks dejectedly

 

"Thunderlane, I don't hate you. I'll never hate you," you state matter-of-factly, "but I wasn't exactly expecting you to basically try to rape me either..."

 

He grits his teeth and closes his eyes.

 

"Sorry about that, Anon... I... I really don't know what got into me back there, I'll show more restraint in the future, I promise."

 

"I'm going to be blunt: I can't let you fuck me, Thunderlane. I was completely unprepared for what you wanted and I really don't think I can handle taking... you... like that. Not yet, anyway. We're gonna have to come to some sort of agreement when it comes to sex. Remember how I said we need to take this slow?"

 

Thunderlane sits up in the bed and nods his head sheepishly, looking away from you. Several moments of awkward silence pass before he finally speaks.

 

 

"S..so um... I know the moment was kind of ruined b...but... can we... can we still do *something* tonight, Anon? I... I promise I won't try to mount you again..."

 

 

 

 

You raise an eyebrow, giving him a "you can't be serious" expression.

 

"I don't know," you say. "What do you want to do?"

 

"I... I don't know either..." he replies.

 

"Well, how about we just... take things from the top," you say "and I mean, like... the very top... and see where we end up? That'll give Rumble some time to fall back asleep so he doesn't hear us, too."

 

Thunderlane nods in agreement.

 

"Anything you say, Anon..."

 

You pull your shirt and pants back off before swinging your legs up onto the bed and laying down next to Thunderlane, motioning for him to lay back down beside you as you pull the blankets back over the two of you. He eagerly complies as you roll onto your side, reaching around the pegasus' waist and pulling him in close to you, spooning him as you run your hand up and down his belly and chest. You feel his tail twitch through your underwear against your crotch and his wings quiver against your chest as he shudders and sighs softly, enjoying the feeling of your fingers running through his fur. He nickers as you kiss the top of his head before resting your chin on it.

 

You cuddle with him for what feels like hours like this, occassionally wiggling around a bit to press as much of your body as you can against his, basking in his warmth. His breathing has become slow and steady, every muscle in his body completely relaxed.

 

"You still awake, big guy?" you whisper into his ear. He simply grunts and gives a whispery moan.

 

Soon the sound of light snoring reaches your ears. You chuckle softly under your breath, kissing Thunderlane on the back of the head, the breath exhaled from your nose as

 

you do so eliciting an ear flop from the sleeping stud. You sigh and shift your position slightly, allowing your own eyes to close. You find yourself almost disappointed

 

that there'd be no more action tonight. Still, it's been a while since you've held anyone this close, and you'd almost forgotten how blissful it could be just to feel a

 

warm body next to you. You're not sure why but Thunderlane feels especially nice, you've never seen a pony more at ease than the one snuggled close to you right now. He's

 

absolutely adorable.

 

Wait, 'adorable?' Where did that come from?

 

Your eyes shoot open and dart around in the darkness for a moment. Why does that bother you so much? You've already made out with him and nearly had sex just hours

 

earlier, thinking of him as 'adorable' is nothing compared to that. As good and right as it feels to have Thunderlane next to you like this, holding him close, feeling

 

his chest rise and fall against your hand with each breath and the gentle, rhythmic beating of his heart, there's a sudden uneasiness that you can't shake. You slip away

 

as quietly as you can and make your way downstairs. You feel sort of queasy and your mouth and throat are dry. Maybe just get a quick drink of water and you can be back

 

in bed before Thunderlane wakes up and notices you're missing. Your legs feel as though they're going to give out half way down the stairs and you nearly trip and fall,

 

catching yourself on the railing just in time.

 

This isn't right. Your heartbeat accelerates, your pulse pounding in your ears becomes almost deafening. You make it to the bottom of the stairs and brace yourself

 

against the wall, it feels like the room is closing in on you.

 

Out. You have to get out. Now. You're overcome with a feeling of panic and fear unlike anything you've ever known. There's a surge of adrenaline through your veins, every

 

muscle in your body tensing up.

 

Run.

 

Run.

 

RUN!

 

Your body screams at you to flee. Your capacity for rational thought is all but gone, replaced by sheer instinct. You burst through the front door in nothing but your

 

underwear, running as fast as your body can carry you into the cool night air. You keep running, not stopping once to look back or breaking your stride for even a moment.

 

You don't know where you're going, you just know you have to keep running at all costs. Your lungs burn and your fatigued muscles feel as though they won't carry you much

 

further.

 

You finally collapse at the edge of town, the last thing you feel is a hood being placed over your head before blacking out.

 

 

 

You awaken to the sound of birds chirping, beams of sunlight dancing on your eyelids as you slowly open them. You feel like you've been hit by a truck. You try to sit up

 

in bed, but an immediate and overwhelming dizziness forces your head back down onto the pillow. You groan loudly. A damp washcloth is levitated before you and placed

 

against your forehead.

 

"Shhh... don't move sweetie," a soothing, familiar female voice orders. You're in no condition to disobey.

 

"Sapphire? What happened..." you croak as you turn your head to look at her.

 

"You've been sick for over a week, darling. Your fever only just broke last night. The doctors couldn't do anything for you, none of them knows anything about your

 

species," Sapphire explains. "We almost lost you..." she whispers before kissing you on the cheek.

 

"I don't remember being sick... I... I was running... at least I think I was... it's all so hazy" you reply weakly, shutting your eyes tight and placing a hand over your

 

face trying desperately to force yourself to remember what happened.

 

"The fever must have taken your memory... don't worry my love, it'll come back, just give it some time and don't overexert yourself."

 

She lifts a cup of water to your mouth and you drink from it greedily, unaware of just how thirsty you'd been.

 

 

 

Thunderlane rolls over in bed with a happy sigh, his eyes still closed as he reaches out a hoof, probing the empty space beside himself in the hope of wrapping his lover

 

in a quick hug before climbing out of bed. When he doesn't find you, he opens an eye.

 

"Anon?" he calls out with a sleepy yawn before clumsily throwing the covers off himself. He looks over and sees a couple of your dresser drawers have been pulled open and

 

are empty. He starts to become worried, making his way out of the bedroom and down the stairs after checking the bathrooms and peeking into Rumble's room, who's still

 

sound asleep. He continues to call out for you as he searches the house.

 

"Anooooon? Where are you?"

 

Not in the living room. Not in the kitchen either.

 

What's that on the table? Thunderlane notices a piece of paper with writing on it. His heart leaps into his throat as he picks it up and begins reading.

 

"Dear Thunderlane,

 

The last thing I want to do is hurt you. You've been such a wonderful friend to me. I can't keep pretending I'm okay with the way things have been going between us

 

though. After what you did last night, I think it would be best if we spend some time apart. I need some time to think about things. I'm worried I may have made a

 

mistake. I want you to know how sorry I am for leading you on the way I did. You deserve better. Please don't try to look for me, just know that I'll be safe. I don't

 

know if I'm coming back. If not, it's been great knowing you. Thanks for everything, pal.

 

Anonymous."

 

 

 

"No. No, this can't be happening. This is NOT happening," Thunderlane insists to himself as tears flow down his cheeks, his jaw hanging agape. This doesn't make any

 

sense. He reads the note over and over again. He finally shuts his eyes tight, shaking his head vigorously.

 

"NO!" he yells, bucking at the kitchen table in anger and splintering it in half before collapsing into a weepy pile on the floor, clutching the note tight to his chest.

 

Everything about this feels wrong. When he eventually manages to calm himself down, he runs back upstairs with the note in his mouth, and starts going through what

 

possessions you'd left behind.

 

"There's gotta be something here with his writing on it..." he mutters, pulling drawer after drawer from your dresser and dumping its contents, then doing the same to

 

your desk.

 

 

 

The second drawer of the desk yields paydirt. Probably should have started with the desk. He uncrumples the old piece of paper and tries to flatten it on top of the desk.

 

It's just an old "to do/shopping" list, but there's enough written there to compare it to the note he just found. He places the note next to it, glancing back and forth

 

between the two, studying them intensely for several minutes, desperately hoping to find any inconsistency, no matter how small.

 

It doesn't take long for him to realize it's a forgery. It's not even a good forgery. He lets out a massive sigh of relief.

 

"It's not real."

 

So then who wrote it? Thunderlane thinks to himself who might have done something like this and whty, to play some kind of prank maybe? And why were some of Anon's

 

drawers empty and his suitcase missing? He knows Anon would never be complicit in something like this. Who else did that leave? And the most imporant question of all is

 

Where is Anon? Maybe he's just out wandering around town like he sometimes does. Thunderlane grabs his saddlebags from his room and tucks the two handwriting samples

 

inside of them.

 

"I hate to have to go to the police over this... but on the off chance that this might not just be a sick prank, I need to make sure."

 

 

 

 

 

You thank Sapphire after drinking the last drop of water from the cup. Your head feels like its spinning. Try as you might, you can't remember a thing about how you got

 

sick or what you're doing in this bed.

 

"Sapphire... you called me your 'love'... what did you mean by that?" you ask hesitantly.

 

"Oh dear... the fever must have been worse than I thought..." she says, appearing deeply troubled as she strokes your cheek with a hoof.

 

"We've been together for over a year, Anon... I'm your fiancée... try to remember..." she says as her horn begins to glow dimly. "Here, I'll help you..." she says with a

 

warm smile.

 

There's an odd ringing sensation in your ears, and it feels like there are ants crawling around in your brain for several moments. Little bits and pieces of randomly

 

fragmented memories pop into your head. Your first date with Sapphire at that fancy restaurant where the waiter couldn't get your orders right. Your first kiss while

 

watching the sunset from the top of that hill that overlooks all of Ponyville. Meeting her parents and later nervously seeking her father's blessing in asking for her

 

hoof in marriage.

 

"I... I've forgotten so much..." you stammer. It's disconcerting to have such a big chunk of your life missing, to say the least. The memories begin to take root and

 

become much more vivid. You remember doing these things, spending time with Sapphire, proposing to her, moving in with her. You were there. There's no doubt in your mind

 

that the memories are real, but something still feels off. It's all too much to take in at once. You lift a hand toward Sapphire as the glow of her horn increases in

 

intensity. You feel exhausted as you begin to relive the events of the past year. You want it to stop.

 

"Please..." you beg, "help me..."

 

"Shhhh.... That's what I'm doing, my love. It'll all be over soon. Everything's going to be just fine," she coos reassuringly.