"How Anon Came to Accept he was Dragonfucker"
By TomorrowAnon (https://pastebin.com/u/TomorrowAnon)

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Created on: Wednesday 21st of May 2014 02:38:38 AM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 08:04:46 AM UTC


>You've been here about 3 weeks
>maybe
>you're honestly not even sure anymore.
>not since that god damn dragon has kept you from sleeping regularly
>you honestly don't know how much longer you can take this...

>you are anon
>about a month ago, everything was totally normal
>you vaguely remember the last week of your life, back home
>after that, everything is just a blank
>It doesn't really matter
>you're pretty sure this is just a dream or something
>at first you were concerned with waking up, trying to get back home, or whatever
>but after a while, you realized this place was absolutely paradise
>the creatures here, small equines, or ponies, as they were called on earth, roam and run the land
>They seem to be the dominant species, though they generally accept you, though a few seem rather scared of you
>one in particular, a yellow pegasus by the name of Fluttershy
>Though you prefer your various nicknames for her
>Buttersqueak
>Banana Hush
>Yellow Quiet
>She was the first to find you, as you appeared out of no where in a field near her cottage
>She brought you into her house, cared for your wounds, and generally was very hospitable to you
>As soon as you woke up though, she squeaked, cowered behind a couch, and only dared to peek out from behind, hoping beyond hope that you wouldn't notice her
>The bandages around you told you the story of your arrival
>and also told you that whoever's house you were in, wasn't going to kill you
>for now
>you didn't know where you were, but for the time being, you were content to relax, close your eyes, and let the sweet embrace of sleep wash over you
>no such luck.
>A small rabbit, jumped on you, and started to maul you, or at least, tried.
>he really was ineffective
>You immediately sit up, and toss him off of you, his flight trajectory matching that of a small aircraft
What the fuck..?!
>The yellow pegasus immediately flies towards the bunny, but he appears to push her away, making a face at you
>The pink haired pony picks him up by the scruff of the neck, and escorts him out of the room.
>she returns, after a few words to her pet, and stands there quietly, eyeing you from behind her hair
...hello?
>she attempts to hind even further behind her mane, and though you aren't quite certain how, she somehow succeeds, and manages to obscure even more of her face
Did you bandage me?
>While she doesn't appear to hide further, she doesn't exactly respond either
Earth to Horse. Do you read me?
>Finally, after what feels like eternity, but was only maybe a minute, the butter coloured horse finally speaks, though you can't understand a damn word she's saying, probably because she spoke at around 10 decibels.
What? Can you speak up?
>"I'm flutte..."
>you sigh and pull your hand down your face in exasperation
>this is going to take every last ounce of your patience, you can feel it
One more time?
>"I'm Fluttersh.."
>A grimace makes it's way over your face, and you attempt to finish her name for her
FlutterSHY? 
>in a moment of clarity, you notice the obviousness of her name, and mentally note that maybe all of the creatures here might have similarly telling namesakes
>"y-yes"
>She trembles at the words, almost as if you knowing her name gives you a great power over her, but those thoughts aside, you decide to ask some questions, hoping to gain some desperately needed answers
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>So you've learned a handful of things from the yellow horse, among them, that you're in a land called "Equestria", that ponies are the dominant race here, she has absolutely no idea what or who you are, and she doesn't recall ever hearing anything about "Hyoomans".
>After giving you a nice bowl of soup, she recalls that she has a friend named Twilight Sparkle, and that if anypony were to know what you are, and where you came from, it'd be her.
>So that's where you're going, at the moment.
>as you make your way through the small village, many ponies take notice of you, and before long, you're completed surrounded, and incapable of movement
>Another brilliant moment of clarity hits your mind, and you notice that you're about two and half times taller than any of them.
>You simply start to step over the ponies, and before long, the posse of multicoloured horses that were once completely surrounding you, are now following you curiously, trying to ask you questions.
>most of them amount to nothing more than "What ARE you?"
>you sigh, and though you're not entirely sure why, you tell them that you're a Human
>Some gasp, simply for the sake of gasping, but after a few moments, a hush falls over the crowd, and after the silence hits your ears, and the ponies, a lone pony speaks up over the crowd
>"What's a Hyooman?"
>This reignites the chorus of words that berate your eardrums, and once again the ponies attempt to surround you, asking more questions
>with your knowledge from earlier, you once again step over them, and continue on your way...
>at which point you realize, you have no fucking idea who Twilight Sparkle is, or what she looks like.
>You stop in your tracks and the ponies follow suit, staring intently at you, wondering what you're going to do next.
Where can I find Twilight Sparkle?
>In an instant, every pony around points their hooves towards a tree, about 100 feet from where you stand.
>You thank the group, and continue on your way, but not before attempting to dispel their interest in you.
Could you...ponies..leave me be? Please?
>They slowly start to disperse, and as you start to turn towards the tree, you sigh contentedly
>maybe this isn't going to be so bad
>maybe-
>The next thing you know a pink blur slams into you at mach speed, and you're almost certain that you're going to achieve orbit
>You land, flat on your back, dazed, confused, and your ears are ringing
>wait a second, no they're not
>They're attempting, poorly, to make out the stream of words that doesn't seem to stop exiting from the pink ponies mouth.
>"-kiepieandohmygoshwhatevenareyou?areyouanalienfromthenextdimensionsenttodestroyallofponykind?huhhuhhuh?areyougonnatrytotakeoverallofequestriawithyourlazersandblastersand-"
>You promptly shove a fist in her mouth, and though you aren't even sure how, she stills appears to be trying to talk, despite your best efforts
>after a few seconds of this, she stops, removes your first from her mouth by baking up, and proceeds to inhale a massive breath
>before she can speak again, you hold a finger up to her mouth, and by the gifts of the gods, she doesn't make a peep
>With your free hand, you rub corners of your eyes, across the bridge of your nose
>And while you're absolutely sure that you're going to regret this, you move your hand away from the pink ponies mouth and ask her a question
Who are you?
>She responds exuberantly, "I'm Pinkie Pie! Who are you?!"
>Feeling as though you're signing your life away, you respond to her questions with the answer she seeks
I'm Anon.
>"Anon huh? I'm gonna call you non-non! Or Nonny! I like both! I'm gonna call you Non-nonny!
>You can already feel your spirit leaving your body, happy to escape the nightmare you are now apparently living.
>You finally rise to your feet, and though shaken, you seem fine.
>The pink pony gasps, and before dashing away at lightning speed, she quickly remarks "Oh no! I'm late for the cupcakes baking in the oven! I'll talk to you later, Non-Nonny!" And with that, she dashes off.
>Thank god too. You weren't sure how much longer you'd be able to keep up with her.
>After making sure that the coast is clear, you make your way to the Tree, and knock. And knock. And then knock three times in a row, quickly.
>the door in front of you opens, though you can't see anything.
>You look down, and notice a dragon, standing on it's hind legs, looking up at you.
>You make eye contact, and in that moment, you can see it.
>oh god. No.
>no no no no no.
>An absolutely furious blush takes over the dragons face, and she slams the door on you, before yelling out in a girlish tone, "T-T-TWILIGHT. T-T-THERE'S SOMETHING AT THE DOOR I THINK YOU SHOULD SEE!"
>The dragon girl opens the door again, her blush still making her face appear as red as an apple.
>In this time, you quickly study the dragon standing in front of you
>She's taller than any of the horses you've conversed with so far
>In fact, her face seems to be directly at crotch leve-
>the information you just gathered decides to store itself completely out of your mind, and you try again
>The dragon standing in front of you has very noticeable cleavage, and while you can't see any nipples, god damn does her hefty chest turn yo-
>one more try!
>The dragon standing in front of you is green and purple. 
>Her face is red. 
>Her tail reaches the floor and continues on a little bit, curling upwards.
>that's not the only thing starting to point upwards
>Still attempting to banish the perverted thoughts from your mind, you somehow manage to get a few words that don't have to do with the dragons shapely body out of your mouth.
Is this where Twilight Sparkle lives?
>The dragon nods her head, and try as you might, you can't help but notice the way her curves jiggle as she does so
>Fuck
>It's...been a while since you last got laid
>It's only now that you notice her proportions, and a bead of swear forms itself on your forehead
>Sweet Jesus her hips.
>You stammer, and ask if you can come inside.
>With the pun you realized you just made, your face turns crimson, as her face reddens further, and you know that whatever awaits inside is going to test all of your limits.
>the blush on your face subsiding, you enter the tree
>You immediately notice that the innards are filled with books.
>honestly, it's more of a treebrary than just a tree, but you don't voice your thoughts, because you think the word treebrary sounds dumb
>The dragon girl, her face still red as the blood coursing through your arteries, darts ahead of you, and races up the stairs as fast as her little legs can carry her
>and though every fiber of your being is screaming at you not to do what you're about to do
>you do it anyway
>as the dragoness ascends the stairs, you can't help but watch her ass sway and jiggle
>it would be at this time, that your nose would explode with blood, were you an anime character
>but alas, you're merely human, and thus your pants react dutifully to the mass amount of blood rushing towards your junk
>You don't think god himself could craft a better, bodacious booty.
>it's almost as if heaven and earth came together to create two perfect hemispheres of jiggling glory
>her thighs don't do anything to persuade the blood back to your head, and neither does any of the rest of her body
>a bodacious ass
>A thin waist
>hips for days
>And a pair of gravity defying melons to boot
>you can feel the tension building inside of you
>burning away at any sane thought you told yourself you wouldn't let slip from you
Dear lord. If you in fact exist, no matter how much I beg, no matter if I never find anything attractive ever again. Don't let me become a dragon fucker.
>This is your solemn oath to yourself
>You fully commit yourself to this, and in an instant, you believe you can manage to push back any feelings of lust that swell up
>You reflect upon yourself deeply, and through sheer force of will, you force the blood from your member back into the rest of your body.
>you wholeheartedly believe you can do this!
>A moment passes, and you hear a voice you hadn't heard before
>"Hello? How may I hel- HUH?!"
>The purple pony descends from the stairs, and stops in her tracks, mouth agape
>"W-W-What?!"
>"It can't be possible!"
>"ARE YOU A HUMAN?"
>Finally, some god damn recognition
Yes
>You say with a bland tone, though internally you're surprised, and also excited to know that at least some pony, here in Equestria, knows of your species
>"But that's not possible!"
>"All of our records show that any trace of human life died LONG before even the founding of Equestria!"
>"Where did you come from? How did you get here? Are there any other humans with you?"
>The purple pony is almost as bad as the pink menace! But her inquisitiveness seems significantly less childish than Pinkie's.
>Her first question confuses you, her second statement shocks you, and the rest of her questions are answered shortly.
Earth, I have no idea, and sadly, no.
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>After some brief discussion with Twilight, you agree to let her do some tests on you, if only for the reason that she said she'd let you stay in the treebrary if you complied.
>while you didn't intend to stay there, you did need a roof over your head, at least for the time being
>Though, you weren't entirely sure what you were going to do about your...problem
>being around her at all was hard enough, but living here? You better find something to do with your time, or god knows what might take hold of you.
>"Alright, Anon, the preliminary settings are set, and all I need you to do is stand right where you are"
>you don't move, and wait for whatever Twilight is going to do
>Her horn begins to glow a purple light, and you can see a mist start to form, slowly moving towards your body
>It slowly entangles itself around you, but when you try to touch it, it moves away from your hand
>This goes on for several minutes, and after twilight tires, she trots up to you and with a dumb struck look on her face and says "I, but, my...My magic can't even touch you..?"

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>Twilight ponders furiously in her study, after asking you to step outside
>You use this opportunity to explore the treebrary, and you find yourself pleasantly surprised by it's size
>From the outside, it looks rather small, but the truth is that it's actually two stories tall, and at least 2 stories deep.
>You go upstairs to check out the digs, and notice that twilight's room, or rather, the open space that is the upstairs, has single bed it in, as well as a sort of...dog matt on the ground
>You sigh to yourself and wonder why in the world the dragonness sleeps on the floor
>Must hurt her back, with all that weigh- FUCK
>It hasn't even been an hour Anon!
>You scold yourself, and go downstairs, eager to remove the images from your mind.
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