>You are Anon and you're running as fast as you can down a Canterlot street
>You, Tia and Lulu had decided to take a stroll through the city when you lost them in the crowd
>You'd searched everywhere but you couldn't find them
>Thinking they'd gone back to the castle you started to head back yourself
>That's when you saw him
>The stallion who had kept you locked up in that building
>He was the only one on the street and had an unfamiliar glint in his eye
>Then he spoke. His voice sent shivers down your spine
>"Come back to me, have you?"
>It was like it was coming from everywhere
>So you ran. You ran until it hurt, then you ran some more
>Lungs burning, legs aching you begin to slow down against your will
>Turning around you see him calmly walking towards you, just like the last time you had turned around
>How was he always right behind you?
>Not paying attention, you trip
>Snapping your head forward, you brace for impact and land on something hard, metal, and slightly familiar
>Looking around you see you're back in the cage. The stallion walks right up to the rusty cage, evil smile plastered on his face
>"Oh, what's the matter? Freaky monkey can't hide anywhere? Your precious friends can't save you now."
>He slams the door shut, locking you in
>No no no no
>You begin to panic, heart rate rising and sweat dripping off your body
>In a last ditch effort you start to scream
"Celestia! Luna! Help me! Please!"
>Before you know it, you're openly sobbing and screaming the names of your friends hoping one of them hears you
>You're hysteric
>You see him open and enter the cage, fury in his eyes
>Oh no
>He's going to beat you again
>You ball yourself up, just like you had done those years ago, and wait for the pain to begin
>Nothing comes, and when you look up, you see the stallion screaming in your face, making you flinch back into the corner
>"Anon! Your pathetic friends will never save you, Anon!"
>Sobbing more, you look back down into your knees, surprised when you find you're no longer looking at your knees, but Celestia's teary eyes
>"Anon! Wake up! Please, Anon, wake up!"
>Looking around you see you're in your room on your bed, blankets and pillows strewn about
>You're also breathing heavy, heart racing and drenched in sweat
>What happened? You'll figure it out later. Celestia and Luna are crying next to your bed, your problems can wait
"Tia? Is something wrong? What happened?"
>She doesn't answer, but she tries to
>She jumps into your bed and buries her muzzle into your neck, mumbling something unintelligent
>Luna jumps up as well and wraps her hooves around your midsection, curling her wings around the three of you
>They only ever act like this when..oh
>You had that dream again
"I was dreaming again, wasn't I?"
>Neither of them speak, but you feel both nod their heads
>You let out a sigh. You probably woke them up. You hate it when you do that.
>Glancing out the window your suspicions are confirmed, it's still night time. Midnight, by the looks of it
"I'm sorry, girls. I'm fine, really. You both should be in bed"
>"Anon, I'm not leaving this room." comes Celestia's almost bitter response. She is rather protective of you.
>Luna's muffled voice comes from behind you, agreeing
>You let out another sigh, this is the 6th time this has happened and it plays out like this every time. You can't fathom how they sleep next to you while you're sweating, but they do it anyway.
"Fine, make yourselves comfortable."
>Within the time the words leave your mouth, a blanket is placed back on you and a pillow is placed behind your head
>Leaning back, you let them reposition themselves
>Tia lays down on your right in the gap between your body and arm and rests her head where your shoulder meets your neck
>Lulu lays down a bit further on the left side of you so that her head rests on your shoulder
>Without a word they both unfurl their wings and cover you
>You slip from the waking world within minutes, their soft breathing lulling you to sleep
 
>You are Celestia and you're still crying, mindful to keep silent so you don't wake Luna or Anon
>This is all your fault
>You remember it happening like it was yesterday
>You bought an advanced spellbook from a shop a few months ago, to see if you could use the memory spell inside to find out what Anon's home world was like
>All you wanted to do was get an idea of what to get him for his 14th birthday. Something to remind him of his old home.
>You and Luna hadn't read much past how to perform the spell and you both used it on him at the same time
>Things didn't work out from there
>You had overcast and Luna had undercast so the spell backfired
>Think of two beads on an abacus. One bead representing your spell, the other representing Luna's spell. The bar the beads are resting on being Anon's memories made linear
>Instead of the spell picking two memories to resurface and be shown it chose the median, and your luck, it wasn't a pleasant one
>Images of a dark and dusty building had flooded your vision
>There was an old rusty cage, mold, and a stallion stomping his hooves repeatedly onto a body
>It was Anon's body
>It was over almost as soon as it began
>You and Luna had witnessed Anon being beaten, but you didn't realize Anon had seen it until he broke down crying and ran to his room
>He didn't come out for about a week
>Now he's skittish around stallions again and it's all your fault. You don't think you'll ever be able to make it up to him
 
>You are Anon and you woke up feeling pretty good. You haven't had a nightmare in months, so you're pretty sure you're over them
>You hope so. Celestia and Luna were really hard on themselves for messing up that spell.
>You don't blame them, you could never blame them for something anyone could easily screw up on
>They don't share the same sentiments, but they've since stopped beating themselves up over it at your behest
>Today you're going to get stuff done. And by that you mean hang out with Celestia and Luna like always
>Right after your lessons are over, of course
>You're almost done with lessons all the way, since you can't learn magic and whatnot. You've got a general knowledge of a lot of things here in Equestria
>Time to go find Luna
>Walking to her door you let out two sharp knocks
>"Anon?"
"Yeah it's me."
>"Get in here! I need help with my mane"
>You'll never understand why either of them like it so much when you brush their manes. They can do it perfectly fine by themselves
>Sighing, you open the door to be greeted with a messy maned Luna. It's so bad it's frizzling all around her
"Whoa, Lu, what did you do to your hair?"
>Glaring at you she beckons you over to her chair
>"Just help me out, please Anon?"
"Sure, whatever"
>She lets out a squee
>You're starting to think she messes up her mane on purpose just so you could do this
>After you finish with that, it looks perfectly fine and you stand up, walking to the door
"C'mon, Luna. Celestia's probably already waiting on us"
>She rolls her eyes and asks you to carry her
>You almost agreed until you realized just how much she had actually grown. How you never noticed it before is beyond you, but you managed it.
>Standing up she comes to about your chest and you're sure Tia is even taller than that
>Regardless, you tell her she can use her own legs. Seriously, she's got four of the things.
>Leading Luna out into the hall, you leisurely stroll over to Celestia's room giving its door the same treatment you gave Luna's
>You hear a bit of fumbling and thudding before hoofsteps can be heard coming towards the door
>Luna standing next to you, the door opens revealing another messy-maned mare. She looks horrible. She's got bits of mane plastered to her neck and her breathing is shallow
>The smell emanating from the room is weird, too
>You don't know what it is but it's not unpleasant
>You don't see it but Luna's eyes are wide and the color drains from her face
>Her eyes light up when she sees you
>"Anon! Hey! What are you doing here?" she's bursting with enthusiasm, is she alright?
"I'm.. here so we can all go to our lessons today.. are you feeling alright, Tia? You don't look so good"
>"Fine! I mean, uh, I'm fine hehe. Thanks for asking, Anon. You're always so kind to me."
>You feel something tap against your leg, but you ignore it
>"I'll --uh-- be a while before I'm ready to go, sorry. Maybe you want to come inside?"
>She looks different and her eyes flash with an unknown emotion when she says 'inside'
>She must be sick, maybe you should help her get back into bed
"Uh, sure Celestia"
>"Call me Tia."
>She looks positively elated and her eyes seem to glaze over a bit
>You're not having the nickname conversation with her again, so you don't argue
>The whole time the tapping on your leg has gotten more persistent
>Before you step into her room, you turn to Luna slightly annoyed at her antics
"Wh-"
>"Anon, we need to go. Now."
"But wha-"
>"NOW."
 
>You are Celestia and you cannot believe your sister would do this to you
>You were just about to get Anon into your room when she slammed the door in your face and ran off with him
>It's not fair!
>He smelled so wonderful, you wanted him to brush your mane or scratch your ears just so you could smell him more. You're sure he wouldn't have minded!
>Your body hurts. It's been heating up since you woke up this morning and it's almost unbearable now.
>You could have had Anon help you, he always helps you!
>Letting out a frustrated huff you walk back to your bed to try and sleep it off. You don't know what's wrong with you this morning but you don't like it
 
>A pillow flies through the air and impacts the wall with a resounding thud 5 minutes later
>This isn't working! It's even worse! It doesn't help that your marehood is..oh no..
>Jumping out of bed you lift your tail up and take a look, hoping it's not what you think it is
>When you see what's going on down there you let out a whimper. This can't be happening to you! Not now!
>Your mom had told you this would happen eventually
>She never said it would be this bad
>Sitting back down, you take care not to rub your marehood on the blankets
>What if you had gotten Anon into your room? How far would you have gone to get relief?
>The thought of taking advantage of Anon terrifies you. What's worse is that you probably would have done it without thinking about it
>You feel sick
>Maybe you just need a nice cold shower
 
>Day two of your torment
>Yesterday was horrible and awkward
>After your cold shower, you felt slightly better, but not by much
>You ended up teleporting a letter explaining your situation to your mother, and another one to your professor telling him you were sick
>Mom had come by fairly quickly after that
>You didn't tell her you almost tried to get Anon into your room, though. Better not let anypony know about that
>Your mom had explained in-depth what was happening and why, which grossed you out to say the least, and gave you a few, uh, 'tips and tricks' to help you through it
>You're also not to leave your room until it's over, which doesn't bother you. You don't think you could ever go out like this.
>Anon had come by earlier but you pretended not to be here. You can't let him see you like this, and you can't be tempted like you were yesterday
>Oh how amazing he smelled! You don't know what it was, but it was familiar to you. Maybe it was his natural musk
>What you wouldn't give to bury your muzzle into him and sniff him a-
>No, stop. These thoughts are destructive and won't help you at all. You catch your hoof pressed against your thigh. You're worse than you were a minute ago
>You spend the rest of the day trying not to think of anything that would make your condition worse, but your thoughts more often than not gravitate to Anon
>Is it wrong, to be thinking of him like that?
 
>Day three of your first estrus
>Luna has just stopped by to hang out with you
>She hadn't told Anon what was going on, and he was wondering where you've been
>As you let her walk through the threshold of your room, you catch a whiff of what she smells like. Or rather, 'who' she smells like.
>Anon
>Your pupils shrink to pinpricks. You want, no you NEED more
>Luna doesn't have time to speak as you tackle her to the ground, drinking in the scent
>It's the most wonderful thing you've ever smelled. Better than food, even.
>You quickly notice, however, that she smells like him all over. Even her stomach smells like him
>You feel your anger rising. How dare she touch your Anonymous! This whorse is obviously after him!
>Getting in her face, you yell
"Why do you smell like Anon, Luna? Is it because you're having fun playing 'games' with Anon without me? Is that it?!"
>No, she's far too devious. Clearly she tricked or blackmailed him
"Did you trick him into touching you? Was that your goal all along?!"
>Luna looks scared, you must have struck a nerve
>Wait, Anon is as much her friend as he is yours. Clearly he likes you more, though. It's obvious, who wouldn't?
>What if he doesn't? What if he and your sister were having relations behind your back without you knowing?
"Why did he choose you?! What do you have that I don't?!"
>You feel tears stream down your face
>They must be angry tears because you're not sad
>"S-sister, please. Get a hold of yourself!"
>She throws you off of her with her magic
>Maybe that's how she got him! She used a spell to make him fall in love with her! That's the only way!
>"If you must know, Anon scratched my ears and rubbed my stomach earlier this morning! Use your brain, you crazy mare!"
>She punctuates her exclamation with a pillow to the side of your head, sending you to the floor
>As you lie on the floor, you realize how stupid you are, overreacting like that over nothing
>You sit up, Luna watching you wearily, ready for you to try something
>You're on the verge of more tears
>What's happening to you?!
>I-it's all Anon's fault! That scent is engraved into your brain, always lingering in your nostrils
>This isn't fair! You can't even see him!
>Luna, seeing the emotional turmoil on your face, rushes over and puts her wing around you in a comforting gesture
>"Tia, it's okay, you're just going through a lot. Now can you tell me what's wrong?"
>You want to. You want to tell her that you keep thinking of Anon scratching your ears, or brushing your hair
>You want to tell her that you want him to pet your mane and massage your neck with his soft and dexterous fingers
>You want to tell her you want him to hold you in his arms, gently kissing your neck and whispering in your ear
>Or that you would like nothing more than him to turn his gentle kisses into playful bites, pinching your skin with each gnaw of his razor sharp canines
>You unconsciously bite your lip and look down, allowing your thoughts to go further
>You want him to roughly push you down onto your back as he rubs your chest with one delicate hand and your wing with the other, nibbling on your jawline
>You want, no, need to feel his warmth covering your body while he kisses and massages you, snaking his way down to your-
>You violently shake your head to free yourself of these thoughts
>Your body is trembling, you don't know how much more of this you can take.
"L-luna I think y-you should go. Sorry for y-yelling at you."
>You don't need to say much more as she takes the hint
>You desperately try to stop imagining Anon all over you, touching and caressing your body as the door shuts, signaling Luna's departure, but you can't
>To be honest, you're not so sure if you want them out anymore, all of this having taken its toll on your logical standpoint of it
>You glance to the drawer of your nightstand, which contains the.. tool that your mother gave you to help you get through this
>She -did- say that you should use it to alleviate some of the..pain
>You try to focus on other things, like brushing your mane with 100 strokes, or reorganizing your bookshelves
>No matter what you do, your thoughts keep returning back to Anon and what you want him to do to you and you find yourself gazing at your nightstand drawer more often than not
>M-..maybe just once. You don't have to tell anyone about it, and Anon will never find out about your lewd thoughts
>Just one time is what you keep telling yourself as you walk over and open the drawer
>Just one time is what you keep telling yourself as you soundproof your room and lay down on your bed under the sheets
>Just one time is what you keep telling yourself as you let your imagination run wild, though all thoughts are about Anon
>Just one more time is what you keep telling yourself as your body quakes and you scream his name over and over again
>This week just got a little better, you think