Title:           AKANAME - day one (NSFW, creepy)
Author:          AngryWino
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/5VrDBnka
First Edit:      Monday 7th of March 2016 01:51:45 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Wednesday 28th of September 2016 05:52:12 PM CDT

This just sort of came to my mind, and I posted it in a thread about demonic ponies.  It is kind of a backlash to /swt/ critics who bitch about half-pony Mary-Sue characters and cutesy monster girl ponies.  Akaname is a monster, but she is definitely creepy, the tone of this piece is a lot darker.  HARD MODE:  Read with the lights off.
 
>The standoff had been going on for quite some time now.
>Outside the ramshackle dwelling on the edge of the Everfree Forest, the Princess of Friendship and her six friends...
>Five ponies and a baby dragon...
>And inside the dwelling, Equestria's resident alien, Anonymous, and about half a case of whiskey.
>And a keg of cider.
>And a very bad attitude.
>The ponies were keeping their distance now.
>Your yard was littered with broken bottles, empty cans, and bits of wood.
>The projectile you had hurled out the window to ensure the ponies kept their distance.
>"For crying out loud, Anonymous!" Twilight Sparkle yells, "Stop throwing things! We just want to talk!"
"I can hear you just fine, Purplesmart!"
>Not that you care to listen.
>"We're all worried about you! The way you've been living isn't healthy!"
>Well, to be fair, she had a point.
>Not that you cared.
>You were stuck here, and you didn't want to be here.
>So, taking a cue from one of your favorite Nicholas Cage movies, you had decided to drink yourself to death.
>But these damned technicolor marshmallow ponies wouldn't hear of it.
>They insisted that you should try to make the best of it, and make some friends.
>Nope.
>Especially since that prissy white one had threatened to return with the fire brigade and forcibly clean your pigsty of a house.
>Well, to be fair, she had a point too.
>Since you hoped to die of alcohol poisoning soon, you hadn't paid much attention to housework.
>And even here, on the edge of the Everfree forest, the odors were drawing complaints from the equine populace.
>"Be reasonable, Anonymous, we just want to be your friends," Rarity called, offering an olive branch.
"How many times do I gotta tell ya, I don't wanna fuck no horses!"
>All of the six ponies blush furiously.
>Spike doesn't because he's too young to know that word yet.
>"For the 437th time, Anonymous, NO PONY WANTS TO HAVE SEXUAL RELATIONS WITH YOU!!!”
"Well PISS OFF then!"
>Twilight almost loses it. Almost.
>With the help of her friends and some deep breathing, she is able to fight back the urge to grant you your wish with fire.
>"It's okay, Twilight. He ain't in no fit state to talk sensible when he gets that stuff in him."
>There is a soft popping sound, and Pinkie's mane goes flat.
>"Why does he have to be such a party pooper?"
>"Come on girls," Fluttershy says, "the sun is setting, and we can always try again another day."
>And with that, the Princess and her friends leave.
>Inside, you watch them go and do a little victory dance in your boxers.
>Since that's all you're wearing right now.
"YEAH MAN! ANON WINS AGAIN! FUCK OFF HOME TO YOUR MAMA'S!"
>And a celebratory pull on the whiskey bottle, enjoying the burning sensation as it slides down your throat.
/Goddamitall anyhow./
/I don't need no friends here./
>You trip over a pile of unwashed laundry and fall flat on your face.
>Without spilling a single drop of the precious whiskey.
"Here's to oblivion!"
>You polish off the bottle before anything serious happens to it.
>And in your inebriated state, you decide that the floor is just as good a place as your bed to retire for the night.
>In short, you pass out.
>There you remain until the wee hours of the morning, when your bladder wakes you up, demanding to be emptied.
>Groggily you stumble to your feet and stagger into the bathroom without bothering to turn on any lights.
>Peeing in the dark was a skill you were proud of, actually.
>After some drunken fumbling, you manage to extract your dick from your boxers, and think about Niagara Falls in an effort to get things started.
>Ah, sweet release.
>It sounds like you're missing the toilet though.
>Not that you care anymore.
>But it sounds almost as though you're pissing on something that's sitting on the toilet.
>Sniff...snifff...sniffffff...
>And now it sounds like something is sniffing at you, as your stream slows to a trickle.
>Sniff…sniff..
>Actually, it feels like something is sniffing at you as well.
>You can feel the little puffs of air on your skin.
>And then you feel something cold and clammy wipe the tip of your dick.
"WHAT the FUCK??!!!"
>Stumbling backwards, you smack into the door frame and fumble for the light switch.
>You blink in the sudden glare from the light as you try to make sense of the information your eyes are conveying.
>There is a fucking pony sitting on your toilet.
>You think.
>Its matted coat is red, with a limp, stringy, black mane and tail.
>Like you, it blinks its yellow eyes in the sudden light, and hisses.
>But it's also a hell of a lot thinner than any pony you have ever seen.
>Bony, even.
>Hell, you can count the damn thing's ribs, and its skin is stretched almost taut over the bones and joints.
>"TURN OFF THAT DAMN LIGHT!" it screeches in a thin, dry, raspy voice.
>You are too much in shock to do anything other than fall over, sitting now on the filthy tile floor.
>With an annoyed grunt, the bony red pony thing seizes your disused scrub brush, and hurls it at the light fixture, breaking it.
>You are plunged into darkness once more.
>With that thing.
>"Now, where were we?" the voice rasps, getting closer to you.
>Something presses into your crotch.
>Snifffffffffffff...
>NOPE!
>Nope nope nope nope nope nope NOPE!!!!!
>You scramble to your feet and run out of the bathroom, headlong into the wall across the way.
>The pain galvanizes you.
>You spin around and slam the bathroom door shut.
>Then you go into your living area and grab the heaviest thing you can lift, an armchair, and barricade the door with it.
>You follow that with three more pieces of randomly selected furnishings, panting like an old engine by the time you're done.
>You wait quietly, listening for the... thing that attacked you.
>You can't hear anything.
>But your head starts to hurt where you smacked into the wall.
>As the adrenaline begins to subside, the alcohol begins to reassert itself.
>And so, head spinning, you stagger into your bedroom, slamming that door shut as well.
>You flop down onto the unmade bed and pull the covers up over yourself.
/What the HELL was that?/
/And what the hell is it doing in my house?/
>You're in no condition to think about it it, however, between the excessive alcohol consumption and the recent knock to the head.
>And so, as your room spins about you like a carousel, you find yourself drifting off once more.
>Until you hear your bedroom door swing open.
>You raise your head, but your blurred, double vision can't pick out anything in the dark.
>You reach over, feeling for the light.
>Then you hear the covers shift.
>You feel the bed give, as a new weight is added to the mattress.
>You fumble for the light desperately, but end up knocking it onto the floor.
>It feels as though something else is on the bed, between your legs.
>Snifffff...snifffffffffffffff...
>In a sudden access of panic, you throw the covers aside.
>And there is that red, bony thing, sniffing your crotch.
"How the hell did you get out of the bathroom?!!"
>It's yellow eyes flick up, looking at you.
>"The bathroom door opens in, genius," it reminds you.
>It's thin, dry voice is laced with contempt.
>"I had a hell of a time climbing over that mess you made, though."
>It smiles widely at you now, exposing a mouthful of stained, sharp teeth as it licks its lips.
>"But there's no way I would let a meal like this get away from me!"
>At this, you attempt to scramble away, but the creature clamps onto both of your thighs with its forelegs.
>For such a thin, bony thing, it's surprisingly strong.
"No way! No way! You are not going to eat me!"
>You fumble around for something, anything, to defend yourself with.
>Its eyes widen, and then it laughs at you, the sound like rusty chains being shaken in a burlap sack.
>"Oh, you're right there, I'm not going to eat you.”
>At this dubious assurance, you slowly cease your struggles, staring disbelievingly at the freaky red pony thing.
>"I'm not going to eat you," it repeats, licking its lips again.
>"But make no mistake, you ARE going to feed me!"
>It sticks its nose into your crotch again and takes a deep sniff, closing its eyes and smiling.
/Seriously, what the fuck?/
/Is this some sort of semen demon, sent to rape me?/
>"Heh, don't mind if I do!"
>And then it opens its mouth, and it's tongue lolls out onto your thigh.
>It feels cold and clammy on your skin.
>And it keeps coming.
>More and more tongue slithers out of the creature's mouth, as the tip goes into your boxers through the leg hole.
>You stiffen in revulsion as the slimy thing reappears at your waistband and slithers up your belly towards your face.
>The tip wipes back and forth, then darts to your shoulder, throughly exploring your armpit.
>Every nerve in your body screaming, you bat at the gruesome pink intruder, trying to drive it away.
>And then it begins to withdraw into the monster's mouth.
>A blissful expression spreads across its face as the tongue retracts into its maw.
"Ew, gross! What kind of sick fuck are you?!!"
>It does't answer, instead closing its eyes and smacking its lips as the last of the snake-like tongue disappears.
>"Oh yeah, that's the good stuff, right there."
>It pulls itself up onto you, now holding you down with its body.
>It's mouth opens, and again the clammy tongue slithers over your belly, then under your waistband and into your crotch, and finally up the crack of your ass.
>You can only shiver in revulsion now, hoping this is just some freaky nightmare.
>Again, the slimy tongue withdraws, and the creature smacks its lips in delight.
>"You have a delightful bouquet about you."
>It pulls itself even more onto you and its tongue licks your face, the yellow eyes watching you this time.
>A long, drawn out, teasing lick, savoring whatever its tongue has found there.
>"I'm Akaname, and I'll be living with you from now on!”
>And with that, the tongue lolls out once more, slithering down under your ass and reappearing on the other side of your torso.
>And then it wraps around your midsection again.
>As the endless, slimy tongue continues to coil about your belly and chest, you come to the conclusion that you must be dreaming.
>Being slowly mummified by an impossibly long tongue, you take the only option remaining to you.
>You pass out.
 
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