>You wake up, still seeing those red irises surrounded by green from your dream.
>Your dick is more than just hard, it feels like you are about to cum, holy shit, that was ONE hot dream...no, wait, p0nies aren't hot, what are you talking about?!
>Oh god, Freud was right all along, was he? As long it's nice to look at and has a hole-
>Your train of thoughts is interrupted by the sound of clattering pots...what the...is someone in your kitchen?!
>A burglar?
>A griffon?
>A burglarizing griffon?
>Groggily you get up and out of your bedroom, a smell of fresh pancakes fills your kitchen, which is also your living room by the way.
>Unbelieving you stare at the source, a light pink tail swishes left and right enticingly, letting you see all that is usually hidden beneath, while the rest of the shy p0ny is occupied with something on your cooking spot.
“Fluttershy!”
>Before she turns around you quickly sit down to hide your boner.
>”Oh, Anon, was I too loud? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-” you stop her with a gesture.
“WHAT are you doing in my house? And how did you get in?”
>Yellow p0ne is visibly embarrassed “Well...uhm...I...thought I should make you a nice breakfast...since...” she is fighting with herself, holding something back she wants to get rid of.
>She slowly comes closer, every step hard-earned.
“Everything okay?”
>”Anon, I...”
>Her teal eyes become teary and her lower lip starts quivering as she takes another step.
“Did something bad happen? I'm always there to help you, did a dragon bully you? I could totally beat a dragon, you know?”
>Fluttershy makes a hop to place herself right in front of you, puts her forehooves on your knees and looks deep into your eyes “Do you remember how we first met?” she asks with a shaky voice.
“Of course I do, how could I ever forget that?”
>”You rescued me from those big, bad, smelly timberwolfs! Like a true hero, MY hero! I thought I've finally met the one who was destined to be with me forever! That it just needed some time for our love to bloom!”
“Fluttershy, calm down.”
>You don't like the way this progresses...
>”But then...but then I heard you and Applejack...”
>Oh fuck hell, NO!
“Flutters, goddammit. I was drunk...I'm also not into p0nies! I didn't want it and I still don't want it, I probably never will-”
>”NO!” her sudden shout takes you by surprise “Then what is THIS?!” her hoof quickly pulls down the rubber band of your boxers, revealing the still somewhat erect Anon Jr. that you can proudly call your own.
>You yank the rubber band out of her hoof and let it slap back on your belly.
“Flutters, what the hell?! I just woke up, it's natural! Nothing to do with p0nies.”
>You've never seen her this aggressive, she jumps on your lap and hugs you with the force of a thousand suns “I know you must be confused, sweetie. I'll just have to show you what's best for you. I can love you more, love you better than any mare out there! Applejack just wants your body, I want to love you whole!”
>You push the yellow p0ne away from you.
“Fluttershy, pull yourself together! You're acting goddamn weird today! I think you're the one who's confused here.”
>”Please, I love you Anon!”
>She reaches out for you but your arms are longer “No! I'd do anything for you, no matter what! I'd hold you precious, keep you fed and do anything to make you happy! I'd even live out your wildest fantasies, your weirdest fetishes, please give me a chance!”
>You've heard enough.
>You get up, pick her up and carry her to the door “No! Please, I can give you what you want! Just give me a chance!”
“As much as I am flattered by your...approach, Fluttershy, I'm not into p0nies. You are cute and stuff, but that's all. Come back when you have calmed down, okay? We can talk about anything, but it is way too early to do this kinda shit, you hear me?”
>”No! No! I love you Anon, don't-” you put the clingy mare down, turn around and close the door behind you before she can scoot back inside again.
>It takes a few minutes to fully realize what just happened. Hopefully she'll snap out of it, you don't want to have 'The Talk' with her.
>You try to ignore her knocking. Eventually she stops and you can see her walk away through your window.
>You have bad feels as you finish your pancake breakfast she made for you...great, now you feel guilty.
>Why? You only said the truth!
>God damn it, first Applejack, now Fluttershy, what's next? Celestia? Luna?
>...
>Hehe, you'd actually like that...uhh, completely platonic of course, argh, stop talking shit, okay? You're embarrassing yourself, man.
>The rest of the day progresses as usual, even though you get some weird glances while looking for cheap food on the market.
>You feel like someone is observing you, but every time you turn around, no one's there.
>Weird.
>Whatever.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
>The next morning comes in a hurry, again you have those fucking dreams of Twilight, literally.
>Again you wake up with a raging boner.
>You contemplate to just finish yourself off to get this over with, but decide against it when you remind yourself of why you actually have this erection.
>You're not a horsefucker!
>NEVER!
>Not in a thousand years spent on this world!
>The almighty Flying Spaghetti Monster sent you here to test your faith, you are almost certain of that and you will not fail!
>All hail the Flying Spaghetti Monster!
>Oh yeah, you should totally build a church.
>You haven't seen any churches around since you arrived and they only seem to believe that Celestia is some kind of deity.
>Hmpfh.
>Maybe later.
>For now you want to get this sex dream problem straight, this is a real bother.
>You get on the way to the Golden Oaks Library, you want to tell her about this crap, what time is it? Confronting Time!
>You bet it was her to begin with.
>Can't trust Black Magic and shit, every child knows that this crap is evil...always.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
>Later on your way to the library.
>You are certain.
>Something's in the bush...
>P0nies are staring at you openly, again...
>Though this time they don't look at you like an alien, but rather they blush, avert their gazes or do general shit you haven't seen before that would make a lesser man use words like 'cute' or 'adorable'. Lyra even blows you a kiss and winks at you.
>You ignore it. This goes into that dark corner of your mind where the molesting uncle and that one time you accidentally pulled the plug of a life sustaining machine at the hospital are.
>Just...
>Open the door.
>Push the bad things inside.
>Close the door.
>Gone.
>You come upon three stallions half way to the tree house, they wear what seems to be black leather jackets with a big patch of a snake on their backs.
>One is a dark blue unicorn, one a black pegasus with a striped mohawk and their leader is a creamy earth stallion whose most striking feature is his black mane with a single big curl that falls over his forehead.
>They are bothering a pegasus mare, wait...you know her “G-Get out of my way you...you s-stupid Village Snakes! Uhmm, I mean...if that's okay with you...”
>The one with the curl answers “I can show you a REAL Village Snake, Fluttershy.”
>”You think you're better than us, huh?” the pegasus with the mohawk comments.
>Looks like the shy p0ne is in trouble again.
>Your hero senses are tingling, there is no way you can't help her.
>You step in, holding your arm in front of the prick with the curl and push him back.
>He looks at you annoyed “Yeah? What do you want?”
“What's going on here?”
>He frowns “None of your business, filly. Get outta here before you get hurt. If you mess with the Village Snakes, you're asking for it. Got me?”
“Leave her alone, or you'll answer to me.”
>He takes a reassuring glance to is compadrés, then scoffs at you “And who are you? Her coltfriend? Ha! Should have known. Keep talking like that, human, and we'll send you back to your world with a few broken bones for your people to fix.”
>You just stare at them with a 'you srs nigga?!' face, they are no match for you, not even if they come at you all at once.
>After a few moments he starts to get nervous, frequently looking to his friends to see that they too aren't very keen on fighting with the big monkey.
>Eventually they gather their wits and leave, intimidated by your totally manly stare “C'mon Village Snakes. This whorse isn't worth our time.”
>”Yeah, Village Snakes rule!” the black pegasus yells as they trot away.
>By now Fluttershy is already hugging your waist like it's the only thing keeping her alive.
>You crouch down and give her a little ear scratchy.
“You okay, Flutters?”
>”Yes, now that you're here.” she softly says while putting her forehooves on your thighs...dangerously close to your crotch you notice.
>Her face is slowly coming closer, you can already smell her...perfume?
>Wait...you've smelled that one before, but where?
>Now she closes her eyes and purses her lips and-
>You get up, looking in a different direction. She's still doing that stuff.
>This entire situation got really uncomfortable really fast.
“Uhh, I really gotta go, Flutters. See you later.”
>You don't see her gnawing on her mane in frustration as you walk away.
>You seriously need to talk her out of this, the sooner the better, but not now, your procrastinating vein is too strong.
>As you jog towards the tree library you can see from afar how that obnoxious griffon leaves, good.
>You don't have the patience to deal with her right now.
>She left the door open, so you just let yourself in.
>The place smells of books and old parchment, and the windows don't let much light through as they are largely blocked out by black cloth that looks like a drunken spider farted them into their respective places. It's not really that dark though.
>The floor is covered with Twilight's shadow stuff, she must be nearby.
“Twilight?”
>You walk to the nearby table, lots of open books, someone must have been reading a lot lately...
>This really isn't your business but...curiosity is a bitch...
>You flip the covers of a few of them over.
The Art Of The Soul I+II
Theories About The Magic Of The Soul By Starswirl the Bearded
Good Karma, Bad Karma
Aristhooveles View on the Spirit Realm
Aristhooveles View of the Soul
Saving Your Soul In Ten Easy Steps
Compendium Of The Spirit And Soul
>And that isn't even half of the stuff, you put the books back to how they were and return to your search for the shadow mare.
“Twilight, you home?”
>You hear some rumbling coming closer. Someone is running up some stairs, then something bangs against a door you haven't noticed before.
“Twilight?”
>The door looks new and is positioned in a pit between two bookshelves, something shakes on the doorknob and bangs against it from the other side.
>A moment passes.
>You can hear Twilight audibly groaning on the other side “Goddammit, Gilda.”
>You are about to try and open the door, but suddenly a thick black fog comes streaming through the crevices on all sides and through the lock along with a whistling noise, like the door is about to be blasted open by steam.
>But your expectations aren't met, instead the fog accumulates into a pond above the rest of the black misty carpet.
>A purple hoof suddenly juts out of it, then another one, then Twilight's head follows and she pulls the rest of her body out of the thing like a demon that crawls out of a hell-hole.
>You are terrified by the look of it, you don't even know why, you just are. It feels like the right thing to do.
>She stands up straight, fixes her hair into her trademark nerdy look, feels along her red pointed horn to assure that it is where it belongs and looks at you slightly worried after nodding to herself with relief “Why are you looking at me like that?”
>Can't let her know that that shit was way [spoiler]2spooky4u[/spoiler].
“Uh...ehhh...you've become good at...uh, that...”
>She looks to the side, soaking up your praise like a dry sponge “It's called materializing, I'm still having a few difficulties but it is easy if you get the hang of it.” she snaps out of it and smiles at you like you're a customer “Anyway, can I help you with something? Some books maybe?”
“Actually...”
>She looks at you expectantly as you try to find the right words.
“...I'm having nasty sex dreams about you.”
>Her eyes widen and her head tilts back a little, then she ever so slowly turns her head sideways and asks “That's...uhhh...flattering...kind of?” one of her eyes narrows and her ears lay flat.
“No, wait. I don't mean to hit on you or something, I thought you had something to do with it because black magic'n'stuff, those aren't normal dreams. I have them every single night since you came back, they are extremely lucid and-”
>”Wait, wait.” the dark mare hurries to a desk and comes back with a feather, ink pot and a notebook “Actually this is interesting! Tell me more.”
>You look at her in unbelieving.
>That was a VERY sudden change of attitude.
“What's so interesting about my sex dreams so suddenly...you were just grossed out a second ago.”
>You knew it!
>She cast a spell on you!
>”I've been having the same about you, there must be a connection. Now please continue, and don't leave out any details.”
>You shrug it off and do as she asked, you tell her everything.
>All the nasty stuff you've experienced in your dreams.
>The wild kissing and licking, unbridled touching and feeling, savoring each others smell and taste, the shameless sex and that you never seemed to be able to finish, always only waking up right before your or her own climax.
>You also tell her that you are usually not into p0nes and all that.
>”Really?” she asks doubtful “What about the night you mated with Applejack?”
>You would spit your drink in her face if you had one.
“Why do YOU know about that?”
>The shadow mare raises a brow ”Everyp0ny knows, weren't you aware of that? Applejack still has this obtrusive grin all over her face all the time. Oh, and Rarity let it slip a few times, Pinkie too.”
>You furrow your brows.
“What are you saying? You make it sound like that this is a normal thing to talk about.”
>She gives you a deadpan glare and asks you sultry “Are you really that naive?!”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
>You expect an answer but Twilight is already back to reading her notes about your dreams “This has definitely something to do with my own dreams, something I don't quite understand yet...hmm...maybe the...” she glances over to you with her red eyes “Oh! Would it be okay for you if I studied you a little bit later, as far as I've heard you are the only one of your species.”
>You shrug.
“Hm, sure.”
>The mare scribbles something down on a new page “But I'm still busy with studying dark magic at the moment, so it may be postponed a bit.”
>Then she gets completely absorbed into her stuff “And I need to find out about...and that dark magic...and the thing in the cellar needs a stronger...hm hm....and then...so much to do, so little time.”
>She looks around “Dammit, where is Gilda again? It's bad enough that Spike is gone, now I have to grapple with an unreliable assistant too!” she sounds angry and even her eyes glow a little more intense as she becomes angry.
“May I help you, milady?”
>”If you could just...go and fetch Gilda, that would be great. Thank you.”
>Off you go.
>Actually you're kinda happy to be out of there.
>You begin looking for the one you were asked for immediately.
>It is much easier to find that griffon than you anticipated, you just have to follow the rainbow streaks in the sky that are accompanied by screams that consist of 'Get away from me!' and 'Leave me alone already!'.
>You wave and shout after them.
>Eventually you make yourself notable enough for Dash to actually see you.
>Momentarily Rainbow Dash dashes towards you with Gilda dashing after her, you have to make a dash to the side or else Dash would have dashed into you. Phew, it got awfully dashie in here.
>Rainbow positions herself behind you, Gilda lands in front of you and starts begging immediately “Come oooon Dash, what do I have to do? Give me a chance at least!”
>”No way, you haven't changed one bit! Still treating my friends like dirt!”
>Gilda has a 'caught red handed' look on her face as she sees the biggest shit eating grin you've ever had slowly forming on your face.
>Rainbow can't see it as she is still behind you, but Gilda can...
>She knows what you mean.
>You know that she knows.
>You will have a full fridge very soon.
>”Why don't you try making other, new friends?! I don't want to repeat-”
“But Rainbow!”
>Your act is bad, intentionally, to piss Gilda off even more.
“Gilda already made a new friend!”
>”Really?” Rainbow asks sceptically.
>Gilda asks the same, only that even a deaf person could hear that she doesn't want to listen any further to what you're about to say ”Really?”
“Yes!”
>You walk next to her with way too big strides and lay an arm around her shoulder.
“Me!”
>Rainbows face is just priceless.
“Gilda and me are pals for life already, right GILDIE?”
>You punch her playfully on the shoulder with the dumbest grin possible, wiggling your brows like a madman.
>The griffon nervously puts her talon on your shoulder “Yehaa, ehehe...riiiight. Pals for life....” and buries her claws in your flesh.
>You throw your body away from the danger instinctively, right on top of the griffon.
>In no time the two of you are roughhousing, the only thing that prevents this from turning into some sort of mortal combat is the rainbow mare watching you with a gaping mouth that you thought only Pinkie could pull off.
>But there is no time to waste on Dash, there is a griffon that needs a whipping.
>Still lying on top of her you catch her in a headlock quickly, Gilda grabs around your waist with both arms before you can apply any pressure and holds you, lifts you slightly off the ground with a few strained grunts and then all of a sudden bends backwards with the flexibility of a cat, slamming you into the ground painfully with a Backdrop Clutch suplex.
>You manage to roll off disgracefully, avoiding most of the painful impact.
>You get up and almost instantly she tackles you with the roar of a lion, you didn't even had time to brace yourself. Time seems to slow down as the ground comes closer and closer.
>You impact less rough than anticipated, the fat cat rolls over you and jumps to her paws'n'claws, assuming a stalking position immediately. This time you do it right and carefully stand up without letting her out of your sight.
>Both of you circle one another, both in fighting positions, both keen on beating the other one.
>”I will whip your sorry ass so hard that you will regret the day you were born.” her threats don't impress you.
“I'm going to make a war bonnet out of your feathers. HAA!”
>And you lunge at her as sudden as you can, you hit her square on the beak once but she throws a couple of jabs against your unguarded torso. None of you backs away and quickly you are too close for fists.
>Gilda stands on her hindpaws and grabs around your waist once more, but instead of letting her lift you up, you grab around hers, hook your hands into one another and steady your footing.
>You glare into her golden eyes and she glares back equally evil, you both try to squeeze the life out of the other one.
>”Hnng, you can't win this! Griffons are HNNG, the strongest race in Equestria! RRGGH! You Dweeb!”
“HHGGGG!!! Time To ARHHG, Step Down Then PFHHH!!”
>You stay in this position without any of you winning the upper hand.
>Every squeeze of yours is answered with a deep feline growl, sending vibrations through your body, and a hard squeeze in return.
>After five minutes of this contest of strength none of you manages to do more than to lightly squeeze the other one anymore.
>Your arms are burning with exhaustion and your heart is racing, Gilda isn't faring much better. Her frequent breathing tells you that she is at least as exhausted as you are and she's even gone as far as to rest her head on your shoulder, not being careful with the pointy tip of her beak at all.
“Uuuhhhh...you won't win this...*huff*...I could do this all day...”
>You put all your remaining strength in a final squeeze, but it isn't doing much.
>”I'll squeeze you...hah...like a giant anaconda...”
“I'm a vice...a squeezing griffons to death *haa* machine.”
>”Then you're a...broken machine...*huff*...broken by a griffon!”
“You are weaker...than...*hah*...a really weak p0ny.”
>”Still stronger than you. *huff*”
>Dash has has left already some time ago, not able to bear the sight of such a glorious battle.
>Your only goal in life right now is to wrestle Gilda into submission.
“I'll make a new pillow from your feathers.”
>”And I'll make steaks out of you.”
>Suddenly you hear a squeaky voice from the side ”See? Even Gilda and Anon found each other, why won't you go on a search for your special somep0ny? We could help you.” you look at the one who said that with the most hostile and evil stare you have in repertoire. Sweetie Belle and her big sister are passing by.
>Gilda has them also in her death stare.
>You see a cold sweat breaking out on Rarity's forehead as she looks over to you, she nervously laughs and quickly pushes the little filly further away from you “Ah, ehehe, I'm...I don't think they're in love exactly, Sweetie Belle. Now stop slacking, there are, eh, ehe, ehm, dresses waiting for us. Yep. A whole lot of dresses.”
>The two vanish quicker than a unattended remote.
>You look back at Gilda, she looks back to you awkwardly, slightly red from embarrassment. She probes her hold on you with an uncomfortable look on her face.
>This whole thing seems very awkward very suddenly.
“Okay. I'm going to count to three, then we will release each other and never talk of this again. It's a draw. If any of those two talk about this we will deny it, understood featherbrain?”
>The avian takes the initiative “One, two, THREE!”
>She lets go of you and you of her in perfect sync, both jumping back. Only now you notice how hot she actually is, in terms of body temperature of course “If you mention this to anygriffon, I will gut you.” she sounds rather nervous than serious.
“Oh yeah, Twilight wants to see you by the way, almost forgot this.”
>”Oh shit.”
>She unfurls her wings, crouches down, jumps up and flaps off.
>Hmm...need to think of ways to humiliate her.