Disclaimer:  EXTREME and UNRELENTING amounts of horribly-written Fluttershy waifu/waifu-like/emo/angst/dramu-faggotry up ahead.  You have been warned.  Again, also, probably NSFW but not really full blown clop.
 
Completed on 6/22/12.  Story continues off of line 462.
 
Enjoy!  
 
 
***Fluttershy’s POV***
>Time:  7 hours after Anon’s incarceration
>Location: Your Cottage, Anon’s bedroom
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>You lie in Anon’s bed and watch as the sun goes down and the moon rising from the horizon.
>You usually watch the sunrise and sunset with your baby close to you, but he’s not here with you now.  
>They took him away from you.
>It was only several hours when they took him away from you, yet it feels like months.
>It didn’t make sense.
>He was such a good boy.  
>He didn’t deserve to have hoofcuffs placed on him.
>He didn’t deserve to go to jail.
>The image of him being taken away from you was still fresh in your mind.
>He was treated like some kind of…  Criminal.
>But he’s not a criminal...  He’s Anon.
>Your baby…
>The love of your life…
>Your world…
>It was all taken away from you just like that.  
>You wrap your hooves around his pillow that he uses for his bed and hold it tightly close to you.
>You then turn your head to the drawer next to his bed.
>On top of the drawer, there stood several framed photos.
>One of them was a group shot of you, the rest of the gang and his “bro” as he would say known as Spike.
>Another photo that stood was Anon and another one of his “bros” Rainbow Dash together and she had him in a headlock with her other forehoof messing up his mane.
>Or as he would call it: “his hair.”
>And finally, there was one photo of him and you together with your forehooves wrapped around his neck from behind while giving him a kiss on his cheek.
>He looked embarrassed, yet he was laughing while pretending to push you away.
>The both of you looked so happy.
>You take the photo of him and you together and bring it closer to you.
>As you stare at him, tears were falling on the picture frame.
>You wipe your eyes and picture frame with his blanket which was now starting to become soaked with your tears.
>Your eyes were bloodshot red and you couldn’t stop crying.
>You wrap and bury yourself underneath his blanket while holding his pillow in a tight embrace.
>You hold the photo of him and you together within your view.
>You inhale deeply capturing his scent from his pillow.  It was something you could never get enough of.
>It’s not the same without his warm touch, his hands running through your mane, the way he massages and scratches you at all the right places, listening to his problems while giving him your motherly advice, listening to his voice which was always like music to your ears…
>This was probably the closest you will ever get to being with your Sweetie ever again.
>You don’t know how long he’ll be locked up for nor are you sure if you’ll ever see him again.
>You and your friends tried visiting him where he was currently being held.
>He was not allowed to have visitors and he was currently ineligible for bail.
>His trial date was to be determined.
>He was labeled as a menace to society.
>But he wasn’t.
>He was the kindest and most caring being you knew.
>He was a little stubborn, cocky, somewhat misguided, and wise-cracking at times, but you loved him so much and he loved you too.
>How is he doing now?
>Is he cold?
>Is he hungry?
>Is he hurt?
>What are the other prisoners doing to him?
>Are they hurting him?
>Are the guards treating him right or abusing their power on him?  
>You felt so helpless.
>You can’t do anything for him.
>How long will he be gone?  
>Your friends were all downstairs doing the chores that you and Anon would normally do together while tending to your other animals friends.
>You didn’t bother even doing them without him; there seemed to have been no reason to.
>You hear knocking on the door.
>”Fluttershy?”
>It was Twilight.
>You don’t answer, but she walks in anyways.
>”We’re just about done with your chores.  Was there anything else you wanted us to do?”
”…No, Twilight.  That’s all.  Thank you so much for helping me.  I really appreciate it.  Is everypony still downstairs?”  You reply while not taking your eyes off the photo of you and him.
>“All except for Spike.  He’s at the clinic getting patched up.”
“How badly was he hurt?”
>”He was roughed up quite a bit, but thankfully he didn’t have anything broken.  Just a few bruises from what the nurse told me.  He’ll stop by here when they’re done.”
“Good.  I’m glad he’s okay.  What about Anon?  Can we see him?  Can we cover his bail and charges yet?”
>“I don’t know.  We still haven’t checked since he was taken in.  We’ll check again later.”
“I see.  Okay.”
>“Also, we made you some soup downstairs.  It’s just about done now.”
“I’m not very hungry right now.  Maybe later.”
>”Fluttershy, please eat something.  You haven’t eaten since breakfast.”
“…”
>”Anon wouldn’t want to see you like this.  You should-“
“BUT HE’S NOT HERE!  HE’S GONE!  AND I’LL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN!"
>Twilight sighs.
>”If you’re not going to eat for Anon, at least eat for yourself and your friends.  Even if he was here, he wouldn’t be able to see you like this.  He would have wanted you to be strong for him and be somepony he could always rely on for strength.  You know this better than I do, right?”    
>It was hard to do anything at all right now, but you had to carry on with your life and be strong for your child.
>It took much effort to leave the comfort and safety from underneath his blanket.
>It was hard getting up and trying to walk; you spent the entire day after Anon’s incarceration just lying in bed.
>You held the picture of you and him in your mouth.
>You managed to make it downstairs where your friends were all waiting for you and surrounding the dinner table.
>You didn’t bother looking at them, but you knew they were staring at you.
>It was uncomfortably silent.
>You just went straight to the table and stared at the bowl of soup.
>You didn’t look into a mirror, but you knew you were in bad shape with your bloodshot eyes, your mane and tail completely ruffled, and your fur disheveled.
>But you didn’t care.
>If he was here, he’d brush and groom you.
>But he isn’t.
>So why should you bother to waste time and energy trying to look appealing to him if he isn’t here?
>You turn your head to where Anon usually sits on the dining table, and set the picture frame to stand on its own while looking at it.
>You sigh as you pick up the spoon and start eating the bowl of soup in front of you.
>Every few spoonfuls, you glance occasionally at the picture and at the front door hoping he would come back.
>Your friends look at each other becoming increasingly worried about you.
>Remember…
>You had to be strong.
>You cannot falter.
>For him; for your Sweetie.
“Twilight…”
>You place the spoon in the bowl and push it aside.
>”Yes, Fluttershy?”
”I…  I can’t do this.”
>”What are you talking about?”
“I can’t be strong for him.  I need him here.  I’m nothing without him.”
>“Fluttershy, you have to try.  I know it’s hard, but-“
“I SAID I CAN’T DO THIS!”
>You place your forehoves on the table and wept as you buried your face.
>You then turn your gaze to the photo and bring it close to you once again.
>”Fluttershy!”  Rainbow Dash spoke.  “You need to take some time off from him and let him breathe.  You’re becoming obsessed!  It’s like you forgot how to live and survive without him!”
“I can’t live without him.”
>“This is bucking ridiculous!  You need to stop this right now.  You need to stop moping and stand up on your own four hooves!  Look at you; you’re an emotional wreck BECAUSE of him!  He’s the reason you’re like this!  Your world doesn’t always have to revolve around Anon!  You need to stand up and fly right!”  Dash continued as she tried reaching for your picture and attempting to take it away from you.
>You pull the photo even closer to you holding it tightly.
>You were now glaring at her.
>”Let go of the photo.  Give it to me.  Now.  You have to stop this.  You have to forget about him and just move on.”
“Hmph, easy for you to say!  I just can’t forget about him as easily as YOU can!  You’re only his ‘bro!’  I’m closer to him than you!  You can always find another ‘bro!’  You don’t seem to give a flying feather about him!”
>”Only his… h-his bro?”
>Rainbow Dash in a fit of rage picked up a chair and violently threw it across the room.
>She then slammed her forehooves on the table with tears streaming down her eyes.
>”ONLY HIS BRO!?  You think this is easy for me also!?  For any of us!?  You think you’re the only one crying their eyes out because of what happened to him!?  Do you know how much self-control it took for me to resist decking one of the guards in the face while they arrested him!?  Who the buck decided to tell you what I should be feeling!?  I care for him too also; you’re not the only pony in his life!  He’s special to me too!  So why don’t you go buck yourse-”
>“Girls!  Stop!  Just stop!  STOP IT!  STOP IT!  PLEASE!  STOP FIGHTING!”  Pinkie screamed as she covered her ears, closed her eyes, and shook her head.  “There’s been too much yelling today.  Please…  No more.  All of this fighting won’t bring him back.”
>“Ah agree.  Ah don’t think ah can take this anymore.”  Applejack spoke.  “What would Anon think if he saw us all acting like thuh way we are?  Fluttershy’s not thuh only one that has to be strong; we all do.”
>“We’re all facing tough times right now.”  Said Rarity.  “We may lose someone who is very dear to us.  He was there for us when we needed him and he was always strong for us.  He’s never let us down before, so let’s try to do the same for him.”
>”Besides…”   Twilight said.  “It’s too soon to assume the worst.  You know he wouldn’t go out and cause harm to another pony or being like that.  He must’ve had a reason to challenge Gilda and place himself and freedom in danger.  Let him tell his side of the story, and then we’ll see what happens to him, okay?”
>You always had to be strong for him.
>Because if you weren’t, who else would he go to?
>What would happen to the love of your life if he had nopony to turn to?
>Even if he was at least several years older than you, he came to you always seeking your motherly advice and wisdom.
>He knew how to live and survive independently, but even he didn’t have ALL of the answers.
>He wasn’t born and raised in Equestria and even during the time he had spent here, he was still naïve to this world and he was too stubborn to admit it.
>There were some things in his old world that just didn’t apply here as they did.
>He was always a go-getter, but he did have to be guided around once in a while and be kept in check.
>Now he needs you more than ever.
>So do this for him.
>“Come on, Fluttershy.”  Twilight continued while levitating the thrown chair back to its place on the table.  “When we head to the police station tomorrow, Anon’s going to want to see you strong and on your feet.  What do you think would happen if he saw you like this?   How do you think he would react?”
“Yes.  You’re right.”
>You pause for a moment.
“Rainbow Dash…”
>She turns to you with tears still streaming down her cheek and biting her bottom lip stifling her sobs.
“I’m so sorry.  I was being selfish and I didn’t know that he meant that much to you.  And you are right; I do need to find a way to carry on without him.  It’s just that…  I love him so much.”
>Rainbow dash starts moving closer to you.
>“Yeah.  I know you do.” She replied while wiping her tears.  “I’m sorry about the things I said earlier too.  I’ve never told anypony this, but…  He’s more than just a bro to me; he’s my best friend.  I’m just trying to forget about him and move on, but even then it’s really hard to forget somepony… Um… ‘somebody’ like him.  I would NEVER take him for granted.”
>“Of course you wouldn’t take him for granted, Dashie.  He’s not just Fluttershy’s little Anon, but OUR little Anon.  He’s a very special colt…  Um…  human.”  Pinkie Pie said while moving towards you also.
>You then turn to face each of your friends.
>”Indeed he is.”  Rarity spoke.  “For us to be this stressed out for his well-being like this shows that we really do care about him and that he is very dear to us; he’s almost like family.  Don’t let what’s happened to him drive us apart, but let it bring us closer together.  At least now we can appreciate him and what he’s done for us a little more.”
>Your Sweetie was right.
>Even if he wasn’t here, he did say you had very special friends that would watch over you.
>You didn’t have to spend every waking moment of your life obsessing over him.
>If he were here right now, he’d probably tell you to fly right himself.
>But of course, it would be nice if he were here right now with you and your friends.
>Rainbow Dash moves in and wraps her hooves around you.
>You return her hug doing the same while the rest of your friends join in on a group hug centered on you.
>Everypony then redirects their gaze on the picture of you and Anon together.
>You let out a deep sigh, but you weren’t crying this time at least.
>You weren’t alone.
>You had them and you knew they would stick with you until the very end or through the very worst.
>”Hahaha!  Poor Anon!  He looks like he’s embarrassed as heck!”  Rainbow Dash said while keeping her eyes on the photo.
>You giggle slightly.
“He was, but he knew he liked it.  He won’t admit it.”
>”My bro is stubborn as always.”
“That he is.  Oh!  Can you do me a favor, Rainbow Dash?”
>”Hm?  What is it?”
“Can please you put this back on the top of his drawer next to his bed?”
>”You got it, Fluttershy!”
>Rainbow Dash grabs the photo and flies into Anon’s room upstairs.
>She makes her way to Anon’s drawer and sets the photo frame to stand on its own.
>She then notices the photo of her and Anon where she has him in a headlock.
>She looks around to make sure nopony was close by and picks up the other photo.
>She kisses Anon in the photo and gazes longingly at him.
>Rainbow Dash then hugs the photo tightly within her chest and forehooves.
>”Please…  Come back home in one piece, Anon.  I miss you and I don’t know what I’d do without you.”  She softly uttered under her breath.
>Rainbow Dash then sets her photo down back on his drawer and shuts the lights off in his room as she leaves.
>She takes one last glance at her photo and flies back downstairs joining her friends.      
 
 
***Your POV***
Time: 7 hours after your arrest.
Location: Some cell in a police station; general population holding area it would seem.
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>Your holding cell consisted of stone wall painted white, white tile flooring, several benches placed around, metal bars, and it was surprisingly well kept.
>It was so well kept in fact that it seemed sterile enough to assemble microchips or even perform open-heart surgery.
>Provided that there were computers here in Equestria, which unfortunately there weren’t.
>It was only you and that one burly looking pony that arrived about an hour ago eyeballing you from across the room.
>There weren’t many prisoners in here.
>Maybe it’s because crime was somewhat non-existent here in this world.
>This world was pretty peaceful, but even this utopian-like world wasn’t completely free of crime.
>The goddesses of day and night did have a way of watching over their world.
>There were some bad apples out there.
>You were probably one of them, considering what you have done and where you are now.
>You were kinda bored out of your mind.  Not very much to look at here in this cell.  
>They should really turn up the heat in this place.  It’s a little cold.
>They kept you fed, but the food here wasn’t exactly like mom’s home cooked meals.  It did manage to curb your hunger for a bit, but you were getting hungry again.
>Gilda’s hook on your face managed to leave a bruise.  
>You still had your “flawless” facial features, although Photo Finish won’t be promoting you as her next top model anytime soon.
>You still had a bit of chest pain from that one guard that bucked you from earlier.
>Damn prisoner across the cell won’t stop eyeballing you.
>The guards here in this station seemed pretty chilled.
>Even the one that bucked you in the chest, checked up on you to see if you were okay personally.
>Hell, they even patched you up.
>You did manage to hold a conversation with several of them while they were booking you.
>Even during the booking process, they seemed to have a bit of trouble remembering the proper procedures for checking in a detainee.
>Guess it goes to show that they don’t get too many convicts here in this town.
>It was pretty nice of you to remind them how it all worked by getting yourself in trouble like this.
>You then start hearing a squeaking cart being wheeled close to your cell.
>”Feeding time!  Get your grub here!” A guard yelled as he approached your cell with food.
>You and the burly looking pony walk up to the receiving slot of the cell and pick up your trays.
>The both you then take your respective spots on the opposite sides of the cell.
>You open your tray and sigh with discontent.
>This time all you got was a biscuit, a bowl of dried oatmeal, a pack of saltine crackers, and a bottle of water.
>It sure as Poseidon’s nose wasn’t Sugar Cube Corner’s bakery.  
>You put your tray on the ground and lie on the bench while staring at the ceiling with your hands behind your head as your pillow.
>Being holed up in here gave you plenty of time to reflect on some things.
>You close your eyes.
>How long has it been since you have arrived in Equestria?
>In the time you spent here, you have never slept with any of the ponies, and the very thought interspecies relations was considered forbidden or “just wasn’t right.”
>Or at least, to you it was.
>Here in Equestria, there was no internet, no brazzers, no redtube, no xvideos, and no chan image boards.
>It was one thing to watch bestiality videos and the viewers’ reactions, but now you were practically living the dream of those who commit the act.
>Hell, there weren’t even any porno magazines or nude art with humans in this world.
>Not even the most talented artists of Equestria could draw or reproduce pornographic materials to your specific needs because their knowledge on human anatomy was little to none.  
>It got really awkward when you tried to commission that one artist in Canterlot to draw human pornography for you.
>You kept insisting that it was “art”, but instead she offered you an alternative solution.
>She saw past your rouse and somehow knew your real intent for asking to produce this “art” of yours.
>She offered you an invitation to her “exclusive and private exhibit.”  
>Um...  Yeah.
>We won’t be visiting her “exhibit” anytime soon.
>She still bugs you every time you visit Canterlot wanting to draw and sculpt your nude form while insisting it is for “art and anatomy purposes.”
>You could have taken a nude picture of yourself and jerk off to that.
>But your level of narcissism and vanity wasn’t high enough to pull something like that off.
>You were dead sure of that.
>You tried it once and you couldn’t look at yourself in the mirror for a week.
>Also, that nude photo of you in a provocative pose somehow coincidentally “disappeared” one day when Lyra came to visit you wanting to borrow a cup of sugar.
>Lyra still denies it to this day, no matter how many times you asked.
>That photo to this day was still never recovered.
>Worst of all, if it wasn’t within her possession it was probably still circulating Ponyville with some pony doing Celestia-knows-what in front of it.
>Or Celestia forbid…  corrupting the youth of some innocent little filly or even fillies.
>That was a burden you were going to have to shoulder if the time came to face it.
>Their shattered innocence would be on your hands.
>Let’s hope we NEVER have to face that.
>You were the only male human…  Nay!  The ONLY human in existence.
>Lol, Nay.  Neigh.  Trixie would be proud of you.
>There was nothing in this world to satisfy your porn fix or your screaming hormones you kept denying for so long.
>Yeah, sure.  There was always your hand, but even then it was still difficult to spank it in private.
>Privacy was a rare commodity to come by in this town, especially for you.
>Especially with a nagging mother who constantly barged into your room unannounced and other ponies who practically have some kind of fucking spider-senses tingling the minute you scratch your balls.
>Before you arrived in Equestria, when was the last time you were intimate with your girlfriend back home, who’s now probably your ex?
>When was the last time you scored with the local nightclub drunk slut at your own world?
>When was the last time you fucked a chick?
>When was the last time you had sex at all?
>When was the last time you fucked female anything?  
>A while, that’s for damn sure.
>Your body had needs and desires, but your self-control is possibly facing its greatest challenge yet.
>Even if there were mares that wanted or even shown interest in you, you still couldn’t fathom the idea of being intimate or deeply involved with what you considered an animal in your world.
>But these beings were different.
>These… Ponies.  
>They filled the void of your need for social interaction even though you claim to be “anti-social” yourself.
>They were sentient.
>They could talk, feel, and think for themselves.
>Each one was unique and had their own sense of individuality and they even had their own animated personalities.
>You could hold a conversation with them.
>Oddly enough, you were more confident around them than you were with the female humans in your old world despite having a girlfriend back home and several female friends.
>You could spend time with them and hang out with them as you did with your friends back home.
>Most of them were genuine.
>They weren’t two-faced like some dickwads in your old world.
>What you saw was what you got.
>All you had to do was spend a little time with them and it was as though you can read them like a book.
>Most of them were honest and upfront.
>…Or perhaps too upfront, especially with their primal desires for you.
>They accepted you into their society, thanks to Fluttershy.
>They treat you as though you were one of their own and accepted you into their world, despite your race.
>And as bizzare as it may sound, aside from their rape attempts and advances, they were fun to be around and hang out with.
>But their attempts can be sometimes a little daunting every now and then and it usually kills the mood.
>What the Hell is it about you that drives them up the wall wanting you anyways?
>You sure as hell ain’t a sick cunt like Zyzz.
>You didn’t have a lot of money nor did you make a lot of it.
>You currently live with your mother, but if you get sent away you’re going to be sharing a prison cell with some colt named “Big Pretty.”
>Probably it’s because males were rare in this world.
>Most of your friends were female.
>According to the Equestrian Almanac that Twilight gave you as a welcoming gift, the female population in this world vastly outnumbered the males not only as of today, but as far back as millenniums!
>They are probably desperate for male companionship, regardless of species.
>Or your decision.  No means no, dammit!
>You were out of the ordinary and your kind wasn’t easy to find.
>Plus they seemed to have some kind of unhealthy fascination with you.
>Especially Lyra.
>They deemed you as easy going, easy to talk to, and they seem to be comfortable around you.
>Can these…  Ponies…  Really fulfill your need of “that type” companionship?
>These ponies were almost like humans, in a way.
>Your dick probably can’t really tell the difference anyways.
>You were damn sure you could make them scream your name all night long if they ever invited you back to their place.
>They were easy and plentiful pickings also.
>All you had to do was talk to them for a bit with and there was a good chance you’d be sharing a bed with them later that night.
>Maybe if you just got drunk enough, you can pretend it’s a woman and-
>NO!
>MOTHERFUCKER, MAN!
>They were motherfucking ponies!
>PONIES!
>ANIMALS!
>Get that thought out of your head right now!
>FOCUS!
>Don’t lose sight of your humanity and don’t forget who you are!
>You are a human and you won’t settle for anything else!
>…
>But...
>Then again…
>Can you really live a life of celibacy?
>Not unless you were some kind of monk.
>What are the chances of another human arriving in Equestria?
>Moreover, what are the chances of it actually being a female and not a complete and utter raging bitch?
>There was always the option of cutting your balls off.
>nope.avi
>Guess the only solution is to keep busy.
>It would probably be best to stay married to your job or work.  
>This was quite the problem for you.
>And this was the kind of problem you really didn’t want to tell to anypony.
>Not even Shy.
>It was just too embarrassing to talk about, even with her.
>You two were open with each other, no doubt about that.
>But even you were sure she had her own secrets that she kept away from you.
>The both of you didn’t have to share everything.
>ESPECIALLY this.
>It was like having “the talk” your kids, but the roles were reversed for you and her and the subject matter was a little more complicated than it should be.
>Speaking of which, Fluttershy was one of the very few ponies who never seemed to have shown THAT sort of interest in you.
>Of course she wouldn’t.
>She’s your mother.
>She’d never want to go “there” with you, thank Celestia for that.
>You couldn’t fathom the idea of something like that ever happening with her and you.
>It was rather odd, she seemed to have been immune to your human charm.
>She was a little clingy, though.  She should really take a break from you every now and then.  
>Things should work themselves out.
>Your human ingenuity will find a way.
>Worse comes to worse, you can always see a therapist.
>Plus Zecora might have something to help you with your problem within her “special pharmacy.”
>Drugs usually solves everything.  There was always a drug for something in your old world.  Hopefully it was the same here.
>Suddenly, you started hearing clopping.
>Hoofsteps.  Ya fucking dirty-minded individual.
>You open your eyes to face the ceiling.
>You raise your torso upright half way and lean on your elbows for support.
>You see the same burly-looking pony cellmate of yours stopping before you.
>He was white, had red eyes, had a blonde buzz cut-mullet styled mane, pierced ears, a dumbbell as a cutie mark, disproportionately yet comically small wings, and it looked as though he has completed WAY too many cycles of dat dere Cell Tech all at once.
>”Hey.”
>You make a sudden up-movement with your head raising your chin at him for a brief moment.
“Sup?”
>”You goin’ to eat that?”  He asked while pointing to your tray of food on the ground.
>You put your foot on the floor and scoot the tray closer to him with your foot.
“Knock yourself out, bruh.”
>”YEAH!” He screamed while flexing his forhooves.
 >He picks up the tray and puts it on the bench right across from you and taking a seat.
”So then, Columbu, what are you in for?”
>You asked as you sit upright indian-style with your back leaning against the wall.
>”Disturbing the peace.”  
“How so?”  
>”Well, I was in the gym earlier today…”  He replied while eating your food.
“I find that hard to believe.  Go on.”
>”I was just buckin’ angry, you know!?  You gotta psyche yourself up when lifting weights!”
“Still with you.”
>”But I think I overdid it.  Rather than attempting the lifts, I just picked up a barbell and threw it out the window.”
“Staying focused is a part of lifting weights.  Not only for minimizing injury and maintaining optimal lifting mechanics, but to well…  You know…  Actually lift the weight itself.  You seemed to have overlooked that part.”
>”Haha, Yeah!  I guess I did.  I was caught by the guards, charged with a misdemeanor, and here I am.”
“You know, you should see if that gym you go to offers group yoga and deep breathing classes.  I suggest you look into it.”
>”Hahaha, I’ll keep it in mind!  You know, I think you and I go to the same gym.  I knew you looked familiar.  You’re always lifting with Rainbow Dash, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, I think we do indeed go to the same place.  She’s my workout partner when she isn’t being a lazy-flank.  It’s kinda weird that we never talked.”  
>He extends his hoof out towards you.
>You shake it.
>”Name’s Roid Rage, by the way.”
>Interesting name.
“A pleasure.”
>”I think I know who YOU are…”
>You’re not surprised.  You kinda stuck out of the general population.  
>”Are you that Anon fella?”
>You give him another Sup’ nod.
>”Do you know a pony by the name of Fluttershy?”
“Yeah.  Why?  You know her too?”
>”We met in a training meet little while back during the tornado season.  She really didn’t talk much.”  He said while finishing up the rest of your jail issued meal and letting out a loud belch that echoed throughout the halls.
“Nice.”  
>“Thanks.”  He continued.  “So YOU’RE Anon.”
“I’M Anon?  What’s that supposed to mean?”
>You didn’t like where this conversation was heading.
>”I saw a group of guards taking you away while I was on my way to the gym.  On the way, I heard somepony just screaming: ‘ANON!  ANON!  MY BABY!  PLEASE COME BACK!  WHERE DID I GO WRONG!?’  Or something like that.”
“Oh, Mother of…  No.”
>”As it turns out, it was Fluttershy.  She looked like she was REALLY torn apart.  She was always a bit of a crybaby sometimes, but ponies alive!  This was just bucking terrible!  She was losing her Celestia-forsaken mind!”
>You plant your feet on the floor with your elbow on your knees.  
>You bury your face into your hands.
“Did she calm down after a while?  How bad of a shape was she in?”
>”It was the worst I have ever seen her.  Five of her friends and a small dragon were trying to hold her back, but she was really strong.  She was gathering whatever strength she could while trying to reach out to you.”  
>You pinch the bridge of your nose.
>”The purple one…  I forgot her name…”
“Twilight Sparkle?”
>”YEAH!”  He said while flexing his forehooves once again.  “That’s her.  She asked me to step in lend a hoof. She was pretty strong to take us all on like that.  We were able to subdue her when your friend Twilight decided to use a sleeping spell on her.”
”Beautiful.”
>You then start rubbing the side of your head to ease the headache which was now becoming increasingly painful for you.  
>Your mood had immediately sunk when you started thinking about her.
>Her screams…
>Her tears and that pained look on her face…
>Her words…
>The very images and sounds of earlier today were fresh in your mind.
>You bite your bottom lip while shutting your eyes tightly.
>You were too ashamed to face Fluttershy and her friends so you told the guards that were booking you to turn away any visitors.
>You also told them to make something up so you didn’t have to face her or the rest of the gang.
>”How do you know her?  Are you two…  Close?”
“Yeah.  We kinda are.”
>”Okay then, Anon.  I gotcha.”
>Roid Rage seemed to be somewhat disappointed.
“Huh?  What is it?”
>”I didn’t know she had somepony special in her life.”
“Yep.  That’d be me and vice-versa.”
>”It must be real nice.  What’s she like?”
>You pause for a moment and redirect your gaze to the ceiling.
>She’s one of the reasons why you wake up in the morning.
>Why you go out to better yourself and contribute to society while trying to make the world a little better for her.
>There’s just something about her that makes everything in life a little more enjoyable and all the little things you sweat over just disappear.
>You care about making her happy and all you want to do is just…  Be with her.
>Even though things look grim and hopeless, in the end it doesn’t even matter; just as long as you have her, there will always be a way out.
”She’s something else.”
>You then start feeling something tugging at your heart.
>Weird…
>It was an unusual kind of sensation.  You weren’t sure of what to make of it.  
>You rub your chest while-  OUCH!
>It must’ve been that damn wound from that one guard that bucked you earlier today.
>It was nice of that guard from earlier to offer his sincerest apologies, but it didn’t make the wound hurt any less.
>”You okay?”
”I’ll live.  ARGH!  Damn wound still hurts like a bitch.”  
>”You are very lucky to have her.”
“Yeah.  I am.”
>”She’s kinda cute too, isn’t she?”
>No.  She wasn’t “cute.”
>She was…
>She…
>She was beautiful.
>The way her long pink mane draped over one side of her face, her big blue green-ish and bright eyes which you always got lost within when you gazed longingly at each other, the way how she smelled of a combination of both lavender and vanilla, her flawless yellow coat of fur, her...  Everything.
>“Hey yo, Anon?  You there?” Roid rage asked while waving his hoof in front of your blank face.
>You never really did notice these features from her until now.
>She had possessed just as much an overwhelming amount of inner beauty as she did outside.
>She was caring, gentle, smart, and had a great personality.
>Err…  Or is it…  Pony-ality?
>It would appear that being locked up in here made you appreciate some things you overlooked about her.
>If you really were going to be locked away, when will you see her again?
>What if you NEVER saw her again!?
>You were going to miss more than just her beauty; you were going to miss the little things about her as well.
>You were going to miss the way her soft fur, tail, and mane gently brushed up against your body.
>The feeling of her soft breath and face on your skin while she nuzzled you.
>The way she would hug you tightly and damn-near tackle you when you got home from work as a part-time freelancer while you were ranting about how you’re always underpaid and deserve more than what you made.  Because you did. Cheap-ass ponies.
>The way she always gave you eskimo kisses while she was lying on top of you on a lazy afternoon resting by the lake or whenever you were in each other’s company.
>The way she would sneak up on you and wrap her forehooves around your neck licking and nibbling your ear from behind when you had your back turned on her.
>The way she would nibble, kiss, and lick your hand while you cradled her in your arms or lap.
>The way she would have her forehooves wrapped around your chest in a tight embrace and her face resting on the crook of your neck and occasionally kissing it.
>The way she would always curl up to you while she slept peacefully and softly uttered your name in her sleep.
>The way she peppers your face and body with kisses when she wakes you up in the morning and the way you had to wrestle her down playfully just to make her stop.
>The way…  
>…she would always…
>…
>Huh…
>Interesting.
>She was always affectionate and comfortable with you.
>Or perhaps… TOO affectionate and comfortable with you.
>Even as your own mother.
>”Anon!  Do you need mouth-to-mouth or something!?  Guards, help!  Help!  I think he needs medical attention!  He’s not responding!”
>It was practically a second job just to satiate her fix for attention from you.
>Maybe she had a flirtatious personality?
>Nah, not likely; she was pretty timid.
>And she only seemed to act like this towards you only.
>It was kinda funny, she acts like your girlfriend back home.
>If you thought your girlfriend back home was affectionate and flirty, your mother seemed to have taken it to a whole new level.  
>Come to think of it…
>She never once tried to force herself on you or even attempt to rape you.
>But if that’s the case, then why is she always treating you like THIS?
>And why in the blue hell are you only realizing this now?
>You were still learning the norms and ways of Equestria, but…
>Was it normal for a mother and son to have such an involved relationship like you do with her in this world?
>Something about all this didn’t add up.
>”You need CPR, Anon!  I’m goin’ in!  This is for your own good!  No homo!  You ain’t goin’ out like that, bro!”
>She loved you and she seemed to REALLY show it, regardless of being in public or not.
>Many others had always thought you two were a couple with unusual public displays of affection that your mother showed you.
>You even had to fend and pry her off in public when she got overly affectionate with you because it might give other ponies the wrong idea and it was embarrassing as Hell.
>At first, she wasn’t like that.  In fact, she was still somewhat intimidated by you, just as it is of her nature to be.  She didn’t talk much, but she did watch over you like one of her animals.
>Then she started warming up to you and started becoming a little closer.  She started talking and spending a bit more with you and thankfully started treating you as though you were sentient.
>Although you were being treated like you were in grade school.
>Actually, you STILL are being treated like you were in grade school.
>You know how when a mother drops her kid off in school, then the mother screams at the kid from her car how much she loves them in front of the entire student body?
>You know how embarrassing that is, right?
>It was worse than that now; like in tenfold.
>She started showing unusual amounts of interest in you and she seemed to have wanted to make it public to everypony.
>She was acting as though you were some sort of vital organ for sustaining her life.  You had to be there and lead her around like some kind of herd of blind and deaf sheep or else she would be lost.  
>Her gestures towards you lately were really becoming rather… questionable.
>Although, you would be considered a liar if you said you didn’t enjoy her displays of affection towards you.
>But would it kill her if she just eased back on it a bit and did it in private?    
>When other mares tried hitting on you, it would seem that your mother went into a fit of rage and jealousy scaring the ever living daylights out of the ones foolish enough to attempt… stuff… on you.
>She was very territorial with you.
>She was like a mother bear protecting her cub.
>Or some kind jealous, bipolar, controlling girlfriend who forgot to take her meds with an unhealthy amount of insecurities and paranoia.
>In fact, she treats you as though you were her…  Coltfriend.  
>Her coltfriend?
>Coltfriend.
>Colt…  Friend.
>Colt…
>FRIEND!?
>YOU AND HER!?!?!
>HAHAHAHAHA!  YEAH BUCKING RIGHT!
>If you and her really were like that, then-
>Wait…
>You start having that “tugging feeling” once again.
>It was at your chest once again.
>It felt more like a “fullness” feeling and it was becoming hard to ignore.
>It didn’t come from your wound this time and it didn’t hurt.
>You also felt the “tug” feeling not only in your chest, but also in your lower region for some odd reason.
>And eerily enough your pants started getting tighter and uncomfortable.
>Oh…  No…
>No…  No…  No…  No…  No…  No…
>NO!
>Dear Sweet Celestia, no!
>You…
>YOU WERE GETTING AN ERECTION THINKING ABOUT HER!
>YOU SICK MOTHERFUCKER!  
>She’s isn’t just a pony…
>SHE WAS YOUR MOM, YOU FUCKING WALKING UNRESOLVED OEDIPOUS COMPLEX!  
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>Ummm..  Errr….  HORSE FLANK!  CELESTIA’S BIG, MASSIVE, DISGUSTING, GI-NOURMOUS, PROTRUDING FLANK JUST BEING WAVED AROUND AT YOUR FACE!
>With…
>Her flank…  Just sticking up in the air and the front half of her body and head down on the ground.  
>She has a bright shade of red on her face, hungry eyes staring back at you, and her tongue sticking out in a puddle of her own drool.
>You can hear her breathing heavily and watch her body moving to the rhythm of her heaving.
>Her tail was moving to the side, giving you the full view of her wet, dripping, marehood with her juices trailing down her hind legs and all the way to the floor.
>She spreads her hind legs further apart with one of her forehooves reaching in between and starts running it up and down her clit.
>She starts moaning louder and louder with each passing stroke on her pussy.
>Her hind legs start buckling and she almost falls over losing her balance.
>The pleasure was becoming overwhelming for her.
>She had to stop.
>She didn’t want to cum yet.
>She wanted YOU to make her climax.
>She then places her front hooves on each side of her plot and spreads it out as far as she can for you.
>She is longing for you.
>She wants you.
>She needs you.
>She’s got to be with you.
>”Oh, Anon!”  She screams.  “Take me!  Rut me!  RUT ME!  Make a mare out of me!  RAVAGE ME!  NOW!”
>You waste no time as you stick your tongue out and bury your face in her-
>Wait…
>FUUUUUCK!  WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?  THAT ISN’T HELPING!  IT’S ONLY MAKING IT WORSE!  WHY IS IT MAKING IT WORSE!?  WHY, OH WHY OH WHY OH WHY!?!?!?
>Faith in own humanity…  dropping…
>Focus, dammnit!  Focus!
>Goddamn, you were one confused individual.
>You would give anything to kill your erection for ponies right now.
>If there was only some way to- HMPHHRMPHHMHMMPHRHMPPMHPMPHMPH!  
>You then feel lips pressed against your mouth and air being forced down your throat.
>You snap out of your trance and look into the red eyes of Roid Rage.
>Your eyes widen as you flail around trying to push his face away from yours.
>You place your hands on his face and shove it back with all of your strength, but he is still trying to push through.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOIN’!?”
>”You’re only making it hard on yourself, Anon!  It’ll be easier for the both of us if you just stop resisting!”  He replied while trying to move in once again.
>You bring your foot to his face and shove him off making him release his grip from you.
>He falls to the ground.
>You cough and gag while trying to rinse your mouth out with the bottle of water that came with your prison-issued meal.
>You were trying to resist urge of evacuating the contents of your stomach on the sterile prison floor.
>You then run up to the cell bars and start clanging on them with one of the food trays.
“Guards, help!  This colt is trying to commit prison rape on me!  I’m too pretty to last any longer in here!  For the love of my anal virginity, send me to the segregation unit now!”
>”Whoa, whoa!  Anon!  Chill!”  Roid Rage said while trying to calm you down and slowly approaching you.
“No means no!  You got that!?  No means no!  I will not be a victim, do you hear me?  I may be a pretty-boy, but you’re not getting any of this!  If you as so much take one more step towards me, I am gonna drop you right where you stand!”
>You start backing up away from him while holding on to your food tray as though it were the only thing that stood between you and getting a prolapsed anus.
>”Bro, I ain’t like that!  I was giving you CPR because you were really out of it!  I kept calling your name, but you were lifeless!  I thought you were dead!”
“C-…  CPR?”
>”Yeah, bro!  That’s what bros do for each other, right?  We got to watch out for one another!”
“Oh, so I’m your bro now?”
>”Yeah!  A-aren’t we?”
>You pause for a moment.  
”Yeah.  Yeah, I guess we are.  We may be gym bros, but I guess that’s close enough.  I really would have preferred if you decked me in between the eyes instead.  Do THAT next time with a blunt object or with your hooves, got it?  I promise I won’t press charges against you.”
>”Same here.”
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>If any good came of this little ordeal, you now have a new bro added to your bro army and your boner for ponies seemed to have subsided.
>You’re very thankful for that because of him.
>The both of you take your spots in the cell once again and take your seats.
>”So Anon…”
“Hm?”
>”What were you thinking about that made you lose your grip on reality?  Must have been something major.”
“Nothing important.”
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>He pauses for a moment.
>”You were thinking about her, weren’t you?”
“…”
>”I KNOW you were.”
“Heh heh, yeah.  You got me.  I was just thinking about would happen if I never saw her again.  I really can’t live a life without her.  I guess I’m just seeing things I didn’t see before right now and trying to appreciate it.”
>”Nah, I feel ya.  Having a marefriend or special somepony is nothing to be to be ashamed of!  You two love each other and that’s all that matters.”
“She and I do indeed- Marefriend!?”
>”Fluttershy is your special-somepony, right?”
“No, she isn’t!”
>”Oh!  I thought you said you two were close.”
“We are.”  
>“If she isn’t your special somepony, then what is she to you?”
“She’s my mom, dude.”
>”Your mom!?  So you two aren’t-“
“NO!  No!  Dear sweet Celestia, No!”
>”But I’ve seen the way she treats you in front of everypony.  I could have sworn you two were, well, you know!”
“Yeah well, she’s very clingy towards me.  I wouldn’t be surprised if you got that impression of us.”
>You sigh as you roll your eyes.
>Roid Rage’s eyes started lighting up.
“So, she doesn’t have a special somepony or coltfriend in her life, right?”
>You cock your eyebrow at him.
>Where was he going with this?
>He better not be thinking what you’re thinking.
“As far as I know, she doesn’t.  Why?”
>“So, is it cool if I ask her out?”
“WHAT!?  Aww Hell naw!  Out of the bucking question, colt!”
>You bolt up to your feet while balling your fists.
>”But I thought you said-“
“I know what I said!  Let me tell you something; she isn’t looking for a special somepony!  That, I am damn sure!  You aren’t taking MY little Shy away from me, you got that!?”
>”Whoa there, Anon!  Be cool, bro!”  He said while putting up his forehooves in defense.
“Don’t you try moving in on her!  If you say anything bad about her or try anything with her, you’ll be sending my assault victim my regards!”
>”Assault victim?”
“Yeah.  I beat the tar out of some griffin named Gilda.  That’s how I got in here.”
>”Whoa!  Gilda!?  As in Gilda the Griffin Gilda!?”
“Yeah.  You know her?”  
“I knew her back in flight school.  You must be one tough hombre to take her out and still be standing!”
>Roid Rage then started backing up further away from you.
“She can tell you all about it upfront if you keep thinking about MY little Shy!  Listen, we may be bros and that’s cool.  But I don’t know a whole damn lot about you!  As far as I’m concerned, you’re not qualified to date her!  She’s too good for ANY colt as long as I’m with her and I’ll be damned if you’re going to be my stepfather!”
>”Alright!  Alright!  I didn’t say anything bad about her, okay?  I’m sure your mom’s a nice pony and a productive member of society!  She’s a saint, I’m sure!”  He said while he still had his forehooves up and cowering slightly.
“You damn right she’s a saint!”
>”I’m sorry if I ticked you off.  I can’t help it, bro.  Your mom’s really bucking hot!”
>Your eyes damn-near popped out of their sockets.
“The buck did you just say just now?”
>Roid Rage then covers his mouth with his hooves.
“You’re dead, you tiny-winged, no-necked, motherbucker!  I don’t care if you are twice my size and outweigh me!  I’ve taken down guys that were bigger than me and you’re no exception!”
>As you started moving towards him, he was now trying to keep his distance from you.
>”Whoa!  That’s not what I meant!”  He said while the both of you kept circling the cell.  “W-what I meant to say is that… she’s uglier than Cerubus!  Oh buck…  Wait!”
“That’s it!  I’m going to beat the Celltech out of you!”
>”Anon!  Chill!   Maybe we can go to those yoga and breathing classes together!”
“We may be able to go ‘together’ provided that they find your dead body alive and still one piece.  Now hold still while I break you off something proper!”
>He lets out a high-pitched girlish scream as you chase him around the cell.
>He takes flight the grabs on to one of the prison bars while latching on to it.
>”Guards!  Help!  He’s trying to shank me!  Let me out!”
“That’s going to be the least of your worries when I’m through with you.  Now get your flank down here so I can whoop it!”
>You grab hold of him and yank him off the cell bars.
>The both of you tumble on the ground.
>You are quick to your feet and plant your knee on his chest with one of your hands on his throat.
>”Anon!  Snowflake!  The both of you are free to go!”
>The both of you look at each other in shock and look back at the guard who was now unlocking the cell doors.
“How am I free?  Did you see my record and what my charges were?  Why am I not being thrown in prison or transferred?”
>”We have some eye witnesses that came in and told us everything.  You were retaliating in self-defense and we also received reports that the assailant had brought harm to a minor.”
“Witnesses?  Who were they?”
>”They’re all at the front desk.  You can thank them in person.  Also, because the assailant brought harm to a minor, it would be considered an injustice to punish you for defending a child.  Who knows if she might strike a child like that again?  Your actions today will be recorded all as defenses, rather than being battery charges.  Although you will still be investigated for attempted homicidal murder.”
“Fair enough.  I guess I can live with that.”
>Thank Celestia that there was some kind of justice system in this world.
>”And as for you, Snowflake…”
“Snowflake!?  I thought you told me your name was Roid Rage!”
>You did your best to suppress your laughs as the both of you stood up.
>He hangs his head in shame.
>”Don’t look at me, Anon.”
>You give him a pat on the shoulder.
>”You’re free to go as well.  Luckily for you, the gym was undergoing renovations and was meaning to take down the glass window you shattered anyways.  The owner of the gym decided not to press any charges against you for your actions.  You too are also clear of any charges.”
>”Yeah!”  He said while making his signature pose.
>As the both of you walk out the cell, you stop before the exit and hold him back.
“Hey, double-R…”
>He turns his head to you.
“Everything that happened here in this cell between us does not leave this point.  What happened here stays here, ya got that?”
>”Same here, bro.  Heh heh.  Same here.”
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