"Thing to Bully That Not-Gay Guy; Dusk Shine x Anon"
By AtOctothorpeBang (https://pastebin.com/u/AtOctothorpeBang)

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Created on: Friday 17th of April 2020 08:37:37 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 24 of October 2020 06:04:10 AM UTC


"Anon, that's gay."

I wrote this about you and the picture you posted.
Know that when I say "you" in this story, I'm literally talking about specifically you.
You are the one doing the things I'm describing.

>You're with Dusk Shine, visiting his sister in law, Cadence.
>It's not the way it sounds, you two are just good friends.
>Really good friends.
>He was the first friend you made after coming to Equestria.
>It was a pretty traumatic event.
>Not the friends part, the coming to Equestria part.
>You teleported into the middle of a diplomacy meeting.
>And not just any diplomacy meeting, one with some the most head of head honchos in all the land.
>Princess Celestia, Princess Luna, and Prince Shining Armor.
>Princess Cadence wasn't there because she was busy with something at home, you'd learn that from Dusk Shine after the fact.
>Due to your sudden and quite violent appearance, the guards thought you were a changeling or some kind of assassin.
>Luckily, they didn't hurt you too bad.
>Just a horse kick to the chest and a few consciousness relieving whacks.
>So actually, not 'too bad', but really fucking bad.
>Cracked sternum; multiple cracked ribs, a few shattered; a concussion and a sprained wrist from the fall; and one of the whacks caught your nose, bruising it.
>After which they put you in the dungeon, and then the interrogations started.
>They interrogated you 4 times a day for 3 days.
>Once every six hours.
>No torture, but they wouldn't let you sleep.
>Which, really, is just a kind of torture.
>On the afternoon of the third day Dusk Shine visited you.
>You know the time because he told you after the fact, by that point you absolutely couldn't sense the passage of time anymore.
>He visited the castle after he heard about the situation, mainly to check on his brother.
>Out of pure curiosity, he asked to see you.
>He wanted to know what it was that the changeling transformed into.
>After he saw your exhausted, beaten body he took pity on you.

>"Even if he is a changeling it's no way to treat somepony! And what's more, if he's a changeling he'll have to transform back at some point regardless of if he admits it or not: he'll run out of magic. There's no sense in abusing him like this, all it does is make us monsters."
>They stopped interrogating you and let you sleep after he interceded for you.
>He began visiting you once a day during lunch, to ask about what kind of creature you were.
>The monotony of living in a cell quickly became a nightmare of its own, and you almost immediately stated looking forward to his visits.
>You tried your best to get him to stay around and talk to you for as long as possible by giving vague answers to his questions, forcing him to ask them again or clarify.
>He caught on, and threatened to stop showing up.
>So you struck a deal with him.
>You would be compliant, but he would have to tell you about something.
>You would choose the something, and then he would have to explain it in full.
>He agreed.
>You thought you'd outsmarted him, and when it came time for him to make good on his side of the deal, you said
"Equestrian history"
>He defined the term.
>And did it with a wry grin, no less.
>The next day you chose "The circumstances that resulted in the most recent era of Equstrian history."
>That time, it worked.
>You continued on like this for a while, each day continuing with where you left off.
>You worked through about half of Equestria's history, but then one day after he finished talking:
>"Y'know the jokes on you, I actually love history."
"Actually, that makes the joke on you, I also love history."
>"I doubt it. You're just saying that so you can have some kind of small victory over me."
"Oh yeah? Ask me something, anything. I dare you."
>That was the beginning of the exchange that transformed you two from acquaintances to friends.
>You got out of the dungeon before long, and he did you a favor, offering you a job at his house-library back in Ponyville.

>He even lets you sleep there.
>There's only one bedroom, so you two split it, but it's cool.
>He always complains about the smell of your clothes and bed though.
>"They're so musky, you beast!"
>You tried washing them better, but he still complains.
>He's also been doing some more research into how you got into Equestria in the first place.
>He said he found a pretty good clue that it had something to do with the Crystal Kingdom, so you and him decided to visit Princess Cadence.
>And that's why it's not weird or anything.
>It's NOT.
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>You're eating dinner in the dining room in Princess Cadence and Shining's Castle.
>Dusk is at the tail end of his explanation to Cadence why he thinks your teleportation might be connected to the Crystal Heart.
>You are at the tail end of an explanation from Shining Armor about why Ogres & Oubliettes edition 4 & 1/4 was fukkin' lame.
>You haven't been listening to Dusk because you heard it already, you don't know why Shining isn't listening though.
>Maybe he isn't the magic type.
>"--So basically, when Anon was teleported here, he was "born" into this universe in a manner of speaking. But unlike a regular pony, who radiates a their own unique magical signature, and traces of their parents and the environment they were born in, Anon radiates no energy, but with traces of the the castle, as expected, but he also seems to radiate a magic that's reminiscent of the Crystal Heart. Do you think that's possible"
>"Oh I do Dusk, I do. But before we get into that, I think you and Anon should come with me."
>"But why? Can't we go see it no--"
>"In due time Dusk Shine, in due time. It's just that I need to show you something first.
>They begin standing up, and for some reason so does Shining.
>"You should come along too, Anon"
>What the fuck.
>Are you about to die?
>Clandestine assassinations begin this way.
>You stifle your concern, but a glance at Dusk tells you that he doesn't think this is normal either.

>The both of you stand and follow Cadence and Shining out of the dining room.
>They take you through a series of halls, and then open a door that didn't seem like it would lead to a staircase that leads to a staircase.
>A downwards staircase.
>You're on the first floor.
"Alright now, wait, what going on?"
>"Woah Anon, chill out, it's cool."
>Shining says it like you really are freaking out, which just makes you more freak out more.
"If it's cool then just tell me what's going on. Where are you taking us?"
>Cadence interjects, cool as a cucumber.
>"It's a surprise."
"That's the most foreboding nonsense I've heard in years, Dusk, c'mon, I'm right, right?"
>You look to Dusk who has a conflicted look on his face.
>"...Anon's right. You two are acting strange. What is goi--"
>Before he can finish speaking Cadence and Shining light their horns in unison.
>Dusk and you are immobilized, and then lifted off the ground.
>You're really panicking now.
>Silently panicking.
>You assume Dusk Shine is doing the same, you can't see him.
>They carry you down what seems like two floors worth of stairs, where a platform and some blank walls await.
>Cadence and Shining walk forwards, to one of the blank walls, and then stop.
>They look at each other for a moment, smiling, and then place their hooves flat against the wall.
>A door slowly becomes visible.
>It's big, red, and round, with a pink trim.
>The door opens itself, and they take you both in.
>Oh dear god, here it comes.
>It's a...
>Bed?
>There's nothing in the room, aside from stone brick walls, velvet carpet, grand chandelier, and a very nice very large bed in the center.
>They place the both of you next to each other upon the edge of the bed, sitting, but don't let you go.
>You're confused and scared.
>Is this some kind of prank?
>Cadence uses her magic to levitate a double-barreled shotgun from beneath the bed.
>It's not a prank.

>You can only watch as she brings it before her.
>She stands up on her hind legs so that she can properly shoulder the long gun.
>For some reason the double barrels are purple.
>Apparently a Princess has to have a Princess gun.
>You and Dusk are sitting close enough together that from her distance, she can point it in between the both of you, and hit the both of you at the same time.
>"Alright, are you ready?" she asks asks looking down the sights, grinning at her own joke.
>Oh god this is really happening.
>What the fuck.
>This is really happening.
>OH GOD
>The sound rackets out through the room at a deafening volume.
>The shot tears through the air, colliding with your face at a million miles per hour.
>You didn't even get to see Dusk Shine one last time.
>And with that:
>Your eyes sting
>Oh god, ow.
>Fucking jeez.
>It's like someone threw glitter into your face
>A glitter that evaporated after a half-minute.
>It's gone now, all that's left is an irritating pain.
>Shining has cocked an eyebrow in condescension, he asks:
>"Did you really think I was about to kill my brother?"
>You and Dusk Shine respond at the same time, talking over each other.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!? What the fuck! Why would you do all this just for a fucking prank?!"
>"Really Shining?! Bucking really?! I can't believe you! Or Cadence! You're both acting like absolute children right now!"
>Wait a second, they aren't holding you two down any more.
>During the brief moment of silence while you and Dusk realize this, Cadence takes the chance to begin talking.
>"I've known you since you were a child Dusk. I babysat you, I watched you grow up into a young stal--"



>You stop listening.
>Wait a second...
>...What the fuck?
>Something's happening to you.
>Your body feels...
>Light?
>You look down at your hands and they seem far away, but they don't actually look far away.
>Moving you head around feels weird, like it's rotating on a bunch of really soft gears.
>You whip it around a few times, happening to stop it such that your gaze is pointing at Shining Armor.
>He's looking at you, but he doesn't say anything.
>Just amused.
>Just smiling.
>Smiling like he knows something you don't.
>Well, he probably does given the circumstances.
>You look over at Dusk Shine, maybe he's feeling the same thing.
>He's attentively listening to Cadence.
>"--you'll be thanking me later Dusk. I understand that you're probably feeling betrayed, but I know that this will be something you come to appreciate."
>Oh fuck.
>That sounded like it was important.
>Really important.
>You should've listened.
"What?"
>The utterance blurts out of your mouth.
>Rather than an answer, you just get Cadence and Shining's laughter.
>You turn to Dusk to ask him for a summary of what she just said.
>He turns to look at you as well, and the instant you two make eye contact your train of thought evaporates.
>A very excited feeling suddenly swells within your chest.
>You feel great!
>Wow!
>Look at how amazing his eyes are!
>The excitement builds up, until it bursts through your lips in an absent giggle.
>Dusk is captivated by it, and replies with a giggle of his own.
>It's fantastic.
>A beautiful little titter from Dusk's beautiful little mouth.

>The sight and sound of it makes you gasp.
>Your thoughts and your words become one.
"Ohhh Cuute!"
>Some kind of dual laughter from somewhere happens.
>Dusk Shine blushes and looks down.
>He kicks at the floor a few times, and asks:
>"R-Really?"
"Yeah! Absolutely!"
>A pair of `D'awww`s from the background.
>"I think you're, um, c-c-cu-- uh, I l-like you too..."
>Absolute joy fills you.
"You like me?!"
>Dusk looks up to you in response to your outburst, but then folds again once he sees your eyes.
>He just nods at the floor quite vigorously, with an accompanying "mm hmm"
>Wow that's great!
>Wow that's cute!
>God, you feel fantastic!
>God, you feel like you could just pick him up and grab him and squeeze him and hug him!
>God, you wish you would just pick him up and grab him and squeeze him and hug him!
>Ohhhh...
>His cheek feels so amazingly warm against yours.
>It's because of his fur.
>It's silky and smooth when you rub it one way, a layer of warmth beneath it.
>But when you rub it the other, all of his warmth leaks out, radiating, escaping through the new distance you created in between the individual hairs.
>After a few high power cheek-to-cheek massages, his forelegs wrap around the back of your neck, allowing him to more effectively nuzzle into you.
>You respond with even harder nuzzling of your own.
>His heat drenches you, permeating through your clothes and skin.
>He feels so absolutely great absolutely everywhere.
>You're shaking, shivering.
>Inside, out, and mentally.
>There's an energy in your bones like a hive of angry hornets.
>You can't stand it any more!
>You pull away from him, but he just moves his head forward, chasing you.
>To stop him, you remove a hand that's squeezing the fuck out of his rubbery yet deliciously soft ass, and catch the part of his jaw just outside his chin.
>You push Dusk away by a few inches, lining the both of you up nose to nose.

>He's unsure, and his face almost twists into upset, but before it can you stop being able to see him.
>Because you've closed your eyes.
>As is customary when you put your tongue down someone else's throat.
>He jerks his hips like he was just stabbed in his fantastic ass, and he exhales almost all the air in his lungs.
>An unending, thunderous moan rumbles through him, vibrating your tongue and filling your chest.
>The moan quickly burns through the rest of his air, and he pulls away.
>This time you chase, but fall just short as he turns his head upwards.
>You settle for the underside of his jaw, licking and kissing at the muscly space that cradles his resting tongue.
>His smell is out of this world, and you can feel his throat shift as he catches his breath.
>After a heavy swallow and a coo he lowers his mouth and greedily reattaches it to yours.
>The two of you resume swallowing each other, exploring smooth, hard teeth and polishing ribbed, hard palates.
>Dusk lifts his previously limp hind legs and wraps them around you, anchoring them just above the wings of your hip bones, putting the both of you even closer than before.
>A burning hot length of flesh, far warmer than his fur, almost as hot the inside of his mouth, trails up your stomach, starting at your navel and barely reaching the bottom of your sternum.
>There's a wet spot on your shirt where it ends.
>It all feels fantastic.
>You hear some kind of talking, and then the sound of magic.
>Suddenly, you feel colder.
>In contrast, Dusk feels hotter.
>The tip of your cock soon finds itself nestled within the embrace of two orbs encased in the softest leather.
>The bottom of that pouch quickly becomes wet with your personal lubricant.
>Occasionally the tender orbs will rise, just out of reach of the head of your cock, before descending back into place.

>Every few seconds you spear between them, separating them, driven by an instinctual call to jerk your hips.
>Each time you do, Dusk Shine grips you tighter for a moment, freezing his tongue in place.
>Freezing save the length on your stomach, that instead swells and burns hotter.
>A feminine voice condescends, and then you begin being walked.
>It feels like an envelope of air has surrounded your legs and is marching you somewhere.
>Apparently the envelope is unfamiliar with bipedal movement, because your locomotion is stilted.
>Your knees bump against the plush edge of the bed, and then Dusk begins to float out of your grasp.
>You find this frustrating to say the least, and grasp onto him harder, trying to keep him.
>Dusk evidently agrees.
>His hind legs tighten around your waist, in the same way that his fore legs tighten around your neck.
>The natural outcome of this is that you follow him, knee-walking to the center of the bed, before the force pulls him and you down.
>He now lays on his back, with you over him, the both of you still kissing.
>Dusk puts his hooves on your shoulders and pushes, with only enough strength that he shifts you a few inches away from him.
>Breathing heavily, he pleads
>"...in me... P-put your..."
>That's all you need to hear.
>You lean further back, sitting on your heels, and look upon him.
>His hair is messy, and his eyes are drunken as though he's exhausted, but you know that isn't so.
>You can see an anticipation in them, a minor anxiety.
>His fore hooves are curled in front of him like a praying mantis, unoccupied.
>Beneath them is his soft, warm stomach, taut like a balloon.
>However, the most eye catching of his features, outside of his face, is his throbbing
>turgid
>Cock.

>The tip of it drifts above his tummy by a few inches.
>As your eyes trace its length it flexes, lazily bobbing.
>The underside and head is covered in a sheen of pre-cum that drools out of the spongy, flared tip.
>Towards the base the skin becomes looser, before branching off into the semi-taut pouch of soft skin that envelopes his balls.
>Unlike a human's, it's totally smooth, even lacking a seam in the middle.
>They themselves are hairless, but the fur the surrounds his cock and balls is of the downiest kind.
>Especially that which covers the area on the lowest parts of his stomach, though the fur covering the expanse between his balls and ponut is a close second.
>Speaking of, the sight of his ponut fills you with a powerful urge.
>Dusk apparently notices the hunger in your eyes, and shifts on the bed, unconsciously winking his rosebud.
>You take position, placing one hand on the end of his left hind leg, saddling your thumb into his frog, and place the other hand on your cock, ready to thread it.
>After checking with him and receiving a nod, you begin to begin.
>You line yourself up, and push.
>Dusk's eyes are closed tight, his fore hooves dig into the blankets next to him.
>As your pressure increases, he nods at an increasing speed and makes affirmative sounds.
>Little grunts and squeals and "uh huh"s
>After reaching a certain point, you don't continue to increase force, rather taking a slow and steady approach.
>You're eager to say the least, but you don't want to hurt him.
>Dear god, you'd never hurt him.
>He just barely starts to open.
>As he does you can feel a new heat leak out of him
>Slowly, slowly he stretches around the tip of your cock, until nearly half of your head is within him.
>Dusk's gone mostly quiet, eyes clenched.
>The only sound he still makes is a low, quiet whine.
>Suddenly,
>POP

>The rest of your cock head slips into him, leaving you anchored.
>He and you both take a deep, involuntary inhale.
>It feels fucking amazing.
>Dusk is so perfectly hot, so perfectly tight.
>God you love it.
>God you love h
>"Anon."
>His call breaks you from your enjoyment.
"Yeh?"
>"Anon this is... Y-you feel really good. Y-you're really good at uh, this."
>You smile.
>Hanging out with Dusk is always the best.
>The way he always reiterates and clarifies?
>Ugh, perfect.
"You too, Dusk. Actually, you way mo--"
>"Er! M-more! please..."
>Rather than attempt to continue flapping your gums, you relent.
>You feed the rest of your cock into him.
>Working past his tightness is a long, slow process, but an enjoyable one.
>Eventually you bottom out, with a quiet fleshy *pap* of your thighs against his.
>You take your hand off your cock, confident that it won't need aiming anymore, and place it on his.
>Dusk's length is a burning hot handful.
>You can feel his heartbeat course through it.
>His cock is softer and squishier, spongier, than your own, but overall thicker.
>More comparable to foam than a piece of water-logged wood.
>You squeeze him and feel his penis yield to you, letting your index finger and thumb kiss.
>Dusk lets out a moan in the guise of an exhale as you do.
>Satisfied with what it's like compressed, you remove your hand fast, and watch the indent you made fill in.
>God that's fucking hot.

>Your attention diverts to his sack, either ball resting at either side of the base of his cock.
>It's as smooth and velvety as you suspected, his testicles firm yet springy.
>A powerful intoxicating smell is radiating from them, along with a pleasant warmth.
>You trace your fingers under his balls, sandwiching your digits between flesh and sack, exploring every inc
>"P-Pleeaase!"
>Your eyes lock onto his.
>He's breathless.
>"please... please anon... please..."
>You know exactly what he means.
>Hand back on his cock like a cowboy's on a pommel, you're ready to go.
>As you pull out of him his ring spams, gripping you.
>He closes his eyes and groans like the pleasure is too much.
>It elicits spasms of your own.
>You can't help but flex your cock within him, which in turn causes him to spasm even more.
>Trying your best to keep a steady pace, for his sake, you finally make it as far out as you're willing to go.
>You're back where you started, just your cock head anchoring you within him.
>A breath you didn't know you were holding escapes you, and after it's replaced it's time to continue.
>It takes a handful more in's and out's before he loosens up enough that you can establish a steady pace, and even then your sawing is slow going, but surely sure.
>He occasionally bucks just a little, thrusting into the air and kicking his legs back, though the one in your hand is held steadfast.
>God this is great.
>You feel so on top of the world right now.
>God you love this.
>God you love h
>"Duskyyy..."
>Cadence makes an appearance, flopping onto the bed so her head is near Dusk's.
>Your eyes immediately narrow at her.
>The fuck does this imp want?
>She sees your gaze, and it prompts her to hold a hoof up and shake it towards you a little, the gesture for `Hold on, just gimmie a second.`
>Begrudgingly, you relent.
>It's not like you're really willing to pull out of Dusk and deal with her anyway.

>Dusk apparently shares your sentiment, or something similar to it.
>He exhale-groans a sound of irritated inquisition.
>"Dusk Shine, ...I need to tell you something"
>His eyes crack open, staring sideways at her.
>The sight of him being reluctant fills you with a protective agitation.
>`Leave Him Alone.` says the look on your face.
>Cadence barges through the tandem tone in the air, face in a ^w^
>"Duuusky... It wasn't a love powder."
>...What does that mean?
>Dusk's brows furrow: curious.
>"I lied, Dusk."
>The both of you are still puzzling.
>"It wasn't love powder, Dusk. It wasn't hypno powder, either. I lied."
>About what?
>?
>"It was barely an aphrodisiac."
>A few moments pass.
>Dusk suddenly goes wide-eyed.
>You're still trying to fathom the relevance.
>"All it was, was a tiny little, teensy weensy, itty bitty little bit of estrus fumes. Nothing else."
>His eyes scan her face.
>They look for sincerity, and find it.
>"Not even enough to arouse you on its own, really. Anon maybe a lil', but not a pony."
>A moment passes while his sincerity search sates.
>Upon concluding that she's telling the truth he lets out a small gasp and twists his neck like it's a wound spring to look right at you.
>He's realizing something.
>A bigger gasp.
>You can't help but smile at his display.
>Dusk's eyes scan your body all over before settling on the place where you two are connected.
>His cock flexes.
>Hard.
>With no warning he belts out a cry-moan that goes "Ohhhhanooooonnnnnughhhaaa"
>A new look dawns across him as he verbalizes.
>It's unclear, almost like crying or pitying or begging, though you can say for absolute certain that he's none of those things.
>"hhghaAnonn!..."
>He wails it out.
>His eyes shimmer with loaded tears.
>It scares you.

>What's wrong?
>What'd she do?
>Is he hurt?
>Dear god please no.
>Your hand embraces his hind hoof tighter, and your other hand escapes his cock to meet one of his outstretched fore hooves, both of which he's using to beckon you.
>He pulls you closer by your hand, motioning the same idea with his other free fore hoof, until it can and does wrap around your neck.
>You comply with him, for him, desperate to assist.
>Dusk Shine continues to draw you into him, nearer him, even after you release his hind hoof so that you can support yourself via propping an arm above him, against the bed.
>At a certain point he stops pulling, but he doesn't let go.
>The two of you are inches apart: hot wet breath clashes in the no man's space between you.
>He pulls himself up by your neck and leans in, pressing into you in a half hug.
>God he's warm.
>By the time he pulls away, his cheek fur is matted with tears.
>You follow the path of a heavy droplet, leading you up his face.
>Amethyst eyes.
>Big and shining and great.
>Looking right into yours.
>You're small.
>Within him.
>Even though you're bigger.
>You're small.
>God...
>God he's so
>"anon..."
"Y-yeah?"
>God you feel like
>"...A-Anon? I..."
"D-Dusk?"
>God you just l
>"...A-... Anon... Anon I... I..."
>God you want to tell h
>"Anon! I l-lo--"
"I love you!"
>
>
>

>A rainbow of feeling flows through him, shifting and twisting his face.
>Surprise, shock, panic, relief, excitement, glee, elation.
>It culminates in an explosion of tears.
>He clenches you with everything he can, burying his face into your neck.
>An endless string of `thank you`s and `I love you`s cascade out of his mouth like an avalanche, as fast as possible, interrupting each other.
>They vibrate into your throat, past your lungs, and into your heart.
>Warm in every way.
>You clutch him against you, leaning back into a sitting position so you can hug him with as much as you have.
>God you love him.
"God I love you"
>Nothing changes.
>He can't possible say anything other than what he's saying to prove that he loves you.
>He loves you.
>Dusk begins to rock up and down on your still-inserted cock.
>Sex resumes again, but it's special now.
>Because he loves you.
>And you love him.
>His string of utterances slows, but never stops.
>You steadily rise to meet him, until you're responding with an `I love you` to each of his confessions, whether it's a `thank you` or an `I love you`
>You finish within him, filling him with a bit of your essence, but it doesn't matter.
>The two of you don't separate.
>He paints your stomach and lower chest with his own essence a few moments later, but it too doesn't matter.
>It goes nearly unacknowledged.
>All you care about is being near Dusk.
>As near as you can, for as long as you can.
>Forever.