>The phone rings.
>It continues to ring for a long while.
>Eventually Anon rushes to pick up the phone.
"Hello?"
>There is nothing on the other line besides static.
"Er...wrong number?"
>"No."
"Huh?"
>"Listen. The names' Deep."
"Deep...?" Anon interrupts before immediately getting a rebuttal.
>"Deep-Throat. I'm trying to help you out here. Stop talking and go to your bathroom." a rather raspy yet still obviously feminine voice says on the other side.
"How so Ms..Throat? Because it seems to me that you're some highschool filly trying to play a prank on 'the silly old human'. I wouldnt call that help."
>There is more silence on the line.
"So I take it you are a highschooler then huh."
>More silence.
"I'm not going to sit here and play these games with you. I want answers."
>"The door Anon..." the voice says before disconnecting.
>Of course the doorbell rings almost as soon as Anon slams the phone into the reciever.
>He gets up to open the door, and in the frame stands Rarity and Fluttershy.
>"Good morning Anon! I'm wondering if we could come in..?" Fluttershy asks meekly
"Why should I let you in Fluttershy? Rarity you're more than welcome to come in and take a seat but you," Anon points at flutterbutter "you
aren't allowed."
>"Anonymous please, that's no way for you to treat a guest."
>Anon sighs heavily and opens the door enough for both Rarity and Fluttershy to enter.
>Both ponies sit on Anon's couch and Fluttershy is trying to find the right words it seems.
>"Ok Anon, you seem busy so I'll cut straight to the chase. Is Rarity your fetish?"
"God dammit Fluttershy get out."
>"WAIT ANON PLEASE JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE! GIVE RARITY A CHANCE!" Fluttershy bellows out
"Lemme think about it. Hm. No. Get out, the both of you."
>"Anonymous please, the mare is trying her hardest to woo you, and I even agreed to anything lewd that might ensue from this, and yet you still aren't willing to even give her a chance?"
"Yer damn skippy." Anon says with a forced 'southern' accent
>Rarity scoffs at Anon and begins to take her leave ranting all the while.
>"I cannot believe the gull of this creature. I mean honestly, Fluttershy you could pick a much better stallion. ANY other stallion would be a
better match for you, and I mean that. He doesn't value what you do, or attempt to do daily. There are some stallions that wish their mates would even bring a three-some into question, but Anon doesn't care at all. Oh noooo. Boo-hoo look at me I'm Anonymous, my life is sub-par, wahhhh. Not only that but he smells disgusting half the time unless hes working, which quite frankly startles me the most. His demeanor is-"
>"Rarity...I think that's enough..." Flutters interrupts
>"No it certainly is not. Does Anon even take the time to acknowledge what you've been putting yourself through  for his sake?"
"I don't care what she puts herself through, because I don't ask her to do it to herself. I've also told her atleast 100 times now, I will not fuck her, under any and all circumstances provided, regardless of who or what is involved. And you getting involved lessens the chances she has even moreso."
>"Maybe this was a bad idea..."
>"No Fluttershy this was a great idea. So great in fact-"
>The phone rings again.
"I swear to god if it's who I think it is.."
>Anon answers the phone.
"Hello?"
>"Get outta there Anon."
"What?"
>"GET OUT OF THERE, THEY'RE GOING TO RAPE YOU AND IF THEY DO THEN HE WINS! WE DON'T NEED THAT TO HAPPEN!"
"...what."
>"Anonymous who is that on the phone?"
>Rarity moves closer to Anon.
>"ANON IM TELLING YOU NOW, IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE RAPED, TAKE THE PHONE WITH YOU INTO THE BATHROOM RIGHT NOW."
"I'm not doing anything until you tell me who you are."
>"Rarity will touch your thigh and then Pinkie Pie is going to magically fit her way into this."
"Pshh yeah sure."
>Rarity nuzzles Anon's thigh with hopeful eyes while gesturing towards Fluttershy.
"Uhm..."
>"Please just try to accept Fluttershy's love Anon, I know it may come in unconventional means but..."
>Pinkie squeezes out of a crack in Anon's floor-boards.
>"IS THERE A PARTY HERE? WITHOUT ME!?"
"Ok...I'm gonna...go to the bathroom now."
>"With the phone?" the trio of ponies ask simultaneously
"Huh? Yeah, this is just business, I want to have a private conversation is all."
>"Then why not go outside?" Fluttershy questions
"People could over hear right? This is a personal matter."
>All three mares stare confused at one another briefly before shrugging it off.
>"Okie Dokie!Don't take long ok? In the meantime we'll all be sitting here waiting for you so we can continue our little get together!"
>Anon chuckles nervously and briskly walks to his bathroom.
>Anon raises the phone to his ear and speaks softly
"Alright I don't know who the fuck you are but why are you trying to help me?"
>"I told you, my name's Deep-Throat. Now, that panel above your mirror, unscrew the screws and crawl through the hole."
"Jesus Christ, ok."
>Anon does as he's told and undoes all the screws attached to the panel, and to his own surprise there's a hole just big enough for him to
crawl through.
"When did this get here? I thought this was just for decoration."
>"Everything serves a purpose Anonymous."
>Anon lifts himself up and squeezes through the hole, placing the panel back over the entrance from the inside.
>He hits the speaker-phone button on the phone and pushes it a ways through the entrance.
>"Nice thinking, but they'll still know your'e gone soon enough. Hurry up and crawl through that tunnel and I'll rendeavouz with you soon."
"Alright but any particular reason my pants and shirt feel damp?"
>"Erm..."
"What?"
>"We had to make sure you could get through the tunnels...so we lubricated them."
"Uh-huh?"
>"There wasn't any oil available so we used uh..."
"Used what?"
>"We used the juices of an operative or two."
"..."
>"M-My own included..."
>Anon continues to crawl through the dark dank tunnel in disgust.
>"All female operatives I assure you!"
"...what the fuck."
>"I'm so sorry, I really am but we needed to do this quickly."
"I guess I understand. But I don't."
>"Just keep crawling, your'e almost home free."
"Alright."
>Anon comes to a turn or so he thinks so he wiggles in the direction the path leads, but winds up getting stuck.
"Shit. Shit. I'm stuck."
>"...dammit Anon. Ok ok ok...uhhh..."
"What do I do?"
>There's a long pause before Anon asks again panicked what to do.
"Well? I'm stuck and I need to get out. Again, what do I do?"
>"...talk dirty to me."
"You're kidding."
>"Look, the kinkier it is the faster we can both be done here."
>Anon sighs and tries to wiggle himself free once more, but to no avail.
"Fine."
>"J-Just say anything...I can usually-"
"Want me to pound your ass? You'd love that wouldn't you you dirty slut?"
>"O-Oh yes please~"
>Anon cringes internally and shakes his head, steeling himself mentally.
>"Oh my stars please fuck my ass and tell me what a bad pony I've been."
"I bet you'd love that wouldn't you you salty cumrag."
>"What?"
"I uh.."
>Deep giggles a little bit on the other side of the line.
"I-I'm bad at this okay? It's...been a while."
>"Salty Cumrag?"
"Know what forget it. I'm not helping anymore."
>"Noooooooo pleasee Anon?"
"No, if my help isn't even help then why try at all."
>"Anon please please please? I won't laugh anymore I promise."
"No."
>Audible pouting can be heard followed by a few shallow breaths.
>"Whatever I can finish o-on my o-o-AHHHHHHHHHN~!"
>Deep seems to revel in her own luxuries as Anon feels a very warm sticky yet slippery fluid cover his midsection and legs.
"Good god..."
>"I knoooowww right? That should be more than enough to get unstuck but um...if you need me to..."
"Nononono I got it from here thank you."
>"A-alright..."
>There is only silence as Anon continues to worm his way towards the exit.
"There. I see light."
>"Be careful. It's a straight drop down from there."
"Noted."
>Anon reaches the end of the tunnel and pokes his head out and looks down to see a 60 plus foot drop.
>There is more than what he can see now but, all he can do is look downward.
"How am I supposed to get down from here? How the fuck did you make this beneath my house?"
>Anon shoves the phone into his shirt pocket.
>"Ahh yes that's where I come in. Uh...figuratively. Not literally. Because you know I uh..."
"Don't remind me..."
>More silence as a rope is lowered in front of Anon.
>"Grab hold of this and make sure you hold it tight."
"Lemme just..."
>Anon wiggles his arms free from the confines of the pony made tunnel and grasps the rope in his hands tightly, made easier by the copious amounts of dried marecum he has left on his fingers.
"EWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEW."
>"What? What's wrong?!"
"IT'S EVERYWHERE OH MY GOD I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL MYSELF JESUS CHRIST."
>"WHAT'S EVERYWHERE? WHAT'S WRONG I-"
"I GRABBED THE ROPE JUST GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF THIS HOLE."
>"I-I'm sorry Anon there really was no other way I-"
"JUST PULL THE GODDAMN ROPE FOR FUCKS SAKE."
>"O-Okay..."
>In an instant, Anon is yanked out of the tube like opening in a wall of pure limestone, and what he sees next is something to behold.
>An entire civilization of sorts, just below his home, hundreds of lofts built for it's inhabitants, stores, parks, name it and there it is.
"What is..."
>"Nothing to worry about. This isn't your stop."
>And as soon as Anon bore witness to the city beneath the ground, somehow with an entire sun shining down on them, he was left with no real
thoughts about it.
>The rope pulled him farther and farther upward, to a destination unknown.