Having already lived among others not of her kind, it seems that Fizzlepop is far less inhibited than the other denizens of Equestria when she spots the unusual creature among them. She's used to being aggressive and taking what she wants. How will Anon cope?
 
>You finish clearing away the remains of your breakfast, carefully washing your dishes in the kitchen sink.
>There's only one more thing you have to worry about this morning.
>The Daily Ritual.
>The morning fetish guess by Butterhush.
>Then you can get on with your day.
>As you turn off the faucet, you hear hoof steps on your front porch.
/Yup, right on time./
>It's that season again, so extra caution is warranted.
>You wait for the three knocks that signal the beginning of yet another clumsy attempt on your affections by the seriously misguided pegasus.
>Instead you are shocked when a powerful kick blows your front door right off its hinges and across the room.
/What the ffff... All right, this time she's going too far./
>You mentally prepare yourself to read Fluttershy the riot act when a dark-colored pony you had never seen before, wearing some sort of armor, walks into your home like she owns the place.
/Welp, this is new./
>The heretofore unknown to you pony looks around the room before catching sight of you, and her lips curl into a confident smile.
>"You must be Anonymous."
"And you must be crazy, messing up my place like that. Who the hell are you?"
>She begins walking towards you with an almost predatory gleam in her eyes, her broken horn crackling with energy.
>"My name is Tempest Shadow, but you can call me 'honey', 'cutie-pie' or even 'baby-doll'"
>Your brain refuses to process this, as you back cautiously away from the intruder, trying to remember where your baseball bat is hidden.
"Why the hell would I want to do that?"
>"Because such terms of endearment are common between mates, are they not, Love-Muffin?"
>Oh shit.
>It's going to be another one of THOSE days.
>You maneuver to place some substantial furniture between yourself and the strange pony.
"Mates? Don't just decide such things all by yourself!"
>"Ah yes, your legendary resistance to the charms of physical affection. Fluttershy has told me of this."
>You reach behind your back and grab your frying pan out of the sink.
>No way are you going down without a fight.
>But in the time it takes you to seize and ready your defense, Tempest has pounced.
>The air whooshes out of your lungs as she knocks the pan out of your hands, and then you feel yourself seized and suddenly airborne, before being deposited on your back, none to gently, on the floor.
>Damn, whoever she is, she's very strong.
>Compensating for her broken horn, no doubt.
>In a flash, she is atop you, straddling your gasping form, her muzzle mere inches from your face.
>"Admirable, but ultimately futile. Your resistance only makes me desire you more."
>Her expression softens as she gazes down upon you.
>"How romantic, our first kiss!"
>She lowers her head toward you, extending her tongue...
"POCKET SAND!"
>Right in the kisser.
>"Pfft! Pfft! Bleah!"
>She's strong, but she's still a pony, meaning she weighs less than half what you do, so you easily lever yourself out from underneath her and regain your feet, as she continues to spit out sand.
"Get out of my house before I call for the guards!'
>Rather than being intimidated or even discouraged, Tempest turns on you with a new fire in her eyes.
>And you can't help but notice the drops on the floor beneath her hindquarters.
>She's getting turned on by this.
>"So it seems you have a little fight left in you after all! Good! I was hoping you would like it rough, because I certainly do!"
>She launches herself at you again as you duck and roll to evade.
>She grabs onto your arm again, but this time you lift her clear of the floor, depriving her of her leverage to throw you again.
"Don't underestimate me!'
>"Don't underestimate ME!!"
>Tempest twists and wraps her hind legs around your midsection.
>For the second time the air is forced from your lungs as she squeezes you with the python-like pressure of her legs.
>"I'll admit, I had hoped to embrace you more tenderly than this," she purrs into your ear, "but it still feels good to me."
>You fight to draw breath as you notice a damp spot developing on your side.
"Get off me you crazy mare!"
>"I will, when you submit to me and agree to become my mate!"
>She squeezes harder; you can feel the muscles in her thighs rippling over your back and belly.
>She's definitely making it hard for you to breathe.
>So you fall over, letting your own weight do the work, and hoping you don't hurt her or yourself too badly.
>Fortunately, your tactic is successful, and the shock of the impact loosens her iron grip on you, allowing you to roll free and gasp for air.
>You start to crawl towards the door, intending to seek help, but stop when you see Tempest blocking your path.
>"Princess Twilight had some interesting theories about your capabilities, based on her observations. I'm glad to see you don't disappoint!"
"Dammit, she promised me no experiments!"
>Anger gives you the energy to propel yourself to your feet.
>You feel a draft.
>"I'm making some interesting observations of my own," Tempest tells you, licking her lips as her gaze drifts southward.
>Of course your pants got ripped in the fight, because why not?
"HEY! My eyes are up here!"
>"Relax, Anonymous. You're going to love me."
>She somehow managed to make it even more ominous and creepy than when Flutterstalker said those exact same words to you.
"Why can't you ponies just send me some flowers or some chocolate?"
>"Oh, the romantic type, eh?" Tempest leers at you. "I could get into that."
"Not without my permission you don't!"
>At this point you're giving serious consideration to diving though a window.
>Energy crackles around the broken stump of her horn.
>Oh shit, what is she up to?
>Time for your power play.
>Psychological warfare.
"Do you always try to pick up guys like this? No wonder you're so desperate!"
>The crackling around her horn subsides, along with your fear of getting tazed.
>This emboldens you to expand on your strategy.
"So let me guess... you decided to come after me because none of the stallions wanted a piece of your lanky ass?"
>That one hit home, she lowers her head and actually growls at you.
>"You know not what you speak of..."
>The knife is in, time to twist.
"Oh, I don't? All alone in the world, abandoned by your friends? Cry me a fucking river-OOF!"
>Lightning-fast, she tackles you again, with greater force.
>You think you heard a rib crack.
>The savage momentum of her attack carries you both across the room and you land in a tangled heap against the far wall.
>You grab onto her fore hoof and lift her again, preparing to strike, but the sight of her face stops you cold.
/Is she... crying?/
>"H-how can you be so cruel?"
>This from the pony that was just trying to rape you.
>Still, you have one weakness, which thankfully Flutterstutter hasn't discovered yet.
>Crying mares.
>You unclench your fist and, slowly, reach out to stroke her mane.
"I'm sorry, but you did kinda force me to defend myself. I'm just talking shit..."
>"But it's true!" she sobs, "I was abandoned by my friends after an Ursa Minor killed my family!"
>She slumps against you, sobbing into your chest.
>Well. You feel like a class A jerk.
"Look, for what it's worth, I'm sorry. If I had know that something like that had actually happened, I wouldn't have..."
>"NOPONY LOVES ME!" she cries aloud in despair.
>That set your ears to ringing.
>Yet you have a duty now.
"I'm sure that's not true. I mean, it's just going to take a while for you to settle in."
>She sniffles and looks at you, her eyes bright with tears.
"I mean, I've been here like, a year now and I still haven't fully got the hang of this place. Like, why do mares get so aggressive this time of year?"
>This gets you a blank look.
>"Aggressive?"
"Yeah, I mean I get cat-called and harassed on the street plenty, but in the springtime it's a hundred times worse. I have to lock myself in my home. Fat lotta good that did me today."
>"Hasn't anyone told you about the... Breeding Season?" she finishes shyly.
>Finally it makes sense.
"You mean estrus?"
>The word produces a raging blush from the lanky mare.
"Humans don't really do estrus. We're sorta good-to-go all year long."
>If anything her blush intensifies, and she turns to you with a shocked expression.
>"Do you mean... we could... at any time..."
"Whoa, slow your roll there honey. Why don't we start with something simpler. Like an introduction? Hi, I'm Anonymous."
>"And I," she begins with pride, "am Tempest Sh- no, that's not it."
"Not what?"
>"It's not my real name, not the one my mother and father gave me."
"If it's okay, I'd like to hear that name."
>Her ears flatten onto her head and her blush returns once more.
>"It's... Fizzlepop Berrytwist."
>You reward her with a smile.
"I like Fizzlepop. I think I'd like to get to know you better."
>She perks up immediately, her smile lighting up your half-demolished living room.
>"Do you mean it?"
"Sure. Just two things. One, no more rape attempts, okay?"
>She looks disappointed, but she nods. "Okay."
"And two, call an ambulance, I think you cracked a couple of ribs."
>Concern creases her features and she runs out into the street to summon help.
>She returns as quickly as she left.
>Strong and fast.
>"Ummm... cuddles until they get here?"
>You consider.
"Yeah, after the morning I've just had I suppose I could use a quiet snuggle."
>Fizzlepop smiles and carefully settles next to you, sharing her warmth and affection with you.
 
>From a distant tree, Fluttershy hurls away her binoculars in disgust.
>"My plan BACKFIRED! But why?!! HOW!!??!"