Previously, on Flutterrape's "Anon's Horn"...
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Chapter 4
 
>You are Anon. As you slowly wake from your slumber, the bright light of the Sun and the lovely chirps of nearby birds bring only the most pure pain and hatred to your mind, devastated after one exeptionally intense Pinky Party.
>You're still sitting against a tree on a grove near the cottage. Your back hurts as fuck. You miss your bush. That was true comfort. This tree is a fucking nightmare.
>Anyway, you gotta pee. You try to stand up, but moving your head is knowing true agony. It feels like someone caged Opal inside your skull.
>You try again, fighting pain with anger and determination. You. Will. Pee. Standing on your feet.
>Soon, you realize your headache is not the only obstacle in your way to an erect urination. This tree -probably grown on the most cruel depths of hell- did quite a number on your back during the night.
>After five minutes of epic battling against unsurmuntable odds, you manage to stand up without disgracefully falling on your ass. Now, time for your vengeance. You're going to pee all over that god-forsaken tree.
"Oohhh yeah, right there, honey... Crap, it's you."
Yeah, good morning to you too, dick.
"Still haven't forgiven you, you party-pooper."
>What's he talking about? You try to evocate yesterday's party as you thourougly soak that fuckin tree.
>You remember the presents... And the arm wrestling... Phase two, and Twilight... But everything's a blurr after the rainbow.
"Wait, you don't remember anything more...?"
>The bush. That lovely, soft, fluffy bush... And what happened next? You fell asleep? Sure, but you woke up on a tree-like demon, not on the bush. What did you-
>A sharp, deep pain interrupts your chain of thought. Holy shit, looks like the Opal got her claws on something important.
"Don't worry, pal. I got ya."
>For a moment, a deep sting on your thumb distracts you from your growing migraine. But then Opal breaks free. In an agonic flash of memory and self-discovery, you live again the events at the grove. Trevor, Applejack, Rainbow Dash... and Fluttershy. All the feelings, sensations and thoughts you had then cross your mind in a fraction of second.
>You open your eyes in front of the urine-covered hellspawn. You're lying on your ass. Good thing you finished peeing before the flashback.
Trevor, you better warn me next time you pull that-... what the fuck was that? How did you do it?
"Not sure. I guess I'm just awesome."
>You sigh. At least that got rid of the hangover.
>Now that your brain works like it's supposed to, you realise it's past midday.
>And that the grove is covered in slumbering ponies. Actually, judging from the snores, there's quite a lot of them right behind the Tree of Doom.
>You lean around the tree, and let out a silent whistle at the scene in front of you. A massive, buff white pegasus with a blonde army-like mane is sleeping covered in mares. You carefully step back, not wanting to wake that hulk of muscles up, and you barely manage to not bump over a pair of mares sleeping a few metres away. You swallow a chuckle at the sight of the Mayor and Derpy tenderly hugging under a bush. Wow, you didn't see that one coming.
>Okay, you had enough. You rush out of the grove, as quietly as you can, trying not to notice the ponies and their embarrassing situations.
>You quickly reach the oak. From where you are, looks like a tornado just sweeped by, hitting the meadow right after destroying a circus and a fun fair. Typical Pinkie Party aftermath.
>The tables are still set, and you can see somepony left some cake uneaten. Unfathomable but welcome, that flashback-thingy left you hungry. You devour what's left of the forever-moist pony pastry and wash it down with an almost full mug of apple cider. Best breakfast ever.
>Basic life necessities: checked. Next stop: Sweet Apple Acres. You need to talk to AJ.
 
>The Apples' property is not too far from the cottage, but it's still a good walk through the outskirts of Ponyville.
"What? Why go there?"
>First, you wanna do some overtime work. Usually, a day after a Pinkie Party is a day off, but since you didn't work a full shift yesterday and Trevor got rid of your hangover, you feel like you could earn some extra bits.
>Second, you want to talk with Applejack about the bet. To be honest, you should have talked with her before betting, but better late than ever.
>And third, you want to know exactly what the hell happened at the grove. You have a pretty precise idea, but you need to hear whatever she's got to tell you.
"Why bother? You were just high and bored, and they wanted some fun. You're worrying too much."
>Trevor's right, maybe you shouldn't make such a big fuss out of this. It's not like you didn't like it, and you treasure your friendship with her too much to ruin it, if you push her too much.
>Perhaps it would be best to wait and see what happens.
>You finally reach the farm. Granny Smith waves at you from a rocking chair in the porch.
>"Hey, howdy there, Anon! Well, bly me, ya look awfully dandy! Ya sure ya d'dn't miss that Pinkie Party last night?"
I sure didn't. I just had an exceptionally good sleep and woke up feeling quite energetic. I came here to see if I could put that energy in use.
>"'Course, yar hands are 'lways welcome 'round 'ere. Applejack's 'lready in the fields. She wasn't feelin' that good when she woke up tis morn'n. Said she need'd some 'exercise'."
'Kay, thanks. I'll see if I can find her.
>You start wondering through the apple trees, confident it won't be too hard to spot her.
>Soon, you start hearing the well known thuds of the Apple family trademarked buck.
>As you apreach, you percieve another sound under the thuds. Seems like her voice.
>Huh, that's odd. Is she not alone? Granny would have told you that, wouldn't she?
>You can make out some of the words she's saying. Looks like she's angrily mumbling to herself. Well, if she got half the hangover you did, you can sympathize with her.
>Her accent and low tone makes quite difficult for you to understand her, but you hear the words "buckin' Dash" and "goddammn fingers".
>You smile. This might be fun.
Hello, Applejack! Mind if a I lend you a hand?
>You try not to laugh at her face. Honestly, you didn't expect for her to be that surprised. That's the first time you saw her miss a buck.
>"Woah! Eh, hi there, Anon. Golly-gee, ya startl'd me!... Ya came to work?"
Why not? I wasn't feeling too tired when I woke up and I thought I could repay you giving me yesterday's afternoon off. Didn't have anything better to do, either.
>"Well, lucky you... Ah honestly dun feel so good, so... Ah guess yar welcome..."
What, did the-?
>"Look, Ah rather not talk 'bout... the party... while wer workin'. We got plenty of fucki- I MEAN BUCKIN'... to do..."
>Her face turns bright red as she looks away. You can't help but notice it's the same shade as the apples.
Sure. Right to business.
>You turn around and start picking apples. She looks relieved and ashamed as she resumes the bucking.
>Several minutes pass in complete silence. Applejack seems to be lost in thought. You catch her stealing glances at you when she thinks you're not looking.
"Hey, is this okay with you? I know what I said earlier, but isn't this a bit too... tense?"
>You raise your head from the bucket of apples and Applejack violently turns away, desperatly trying to pretend she was looking at something else.
>Relax, Trevor. If you play your cards right, this could come off nicely.
 
>The hours go by and you only talk to point her when she's bucking apples into a full bucket. She doesn't try to start any conversation either.
>Eventually, the sun begins to set and you put the buckets on the cart and offer to pull it back to the farm. She doesn't coplain and leads the way, constantly looking at the ground, with a frown on her face.
>When you arrive, she points at the storage shed.
>"Leave that 'round there and come with me to the barn. We need to talk."
"Is this it?"
>You comply and follow her into the wooden building. Its windows are closed, but it's nicely fresh inside. After all the work, you'll gladly lie down on the hay piles. But you know what's happening next.
>So you just lean your back against a wall and stare expectantly at the orange mare.
>She clears her throat and begins to talk, walking from one side of the barn to the other, again and again. She never looks at you directly in the eyes.
>"Look, Ah just wanted to apologize for what happen'd last night. Ah just wasn't being mahself. Ah drank so much and Dash drank even more... And ya know how she gets when she'd drunk, don't ya?"
Sure.
>"Yeah... She kept going on and on 'bout what she heard of the anatomy of apes and that yar-... well, ya know what Ah mean."
Of course.
>"Gosh, i-it relly seemed a good idea then, and Ah just wanted to get some fun... Ya didn't seem to be against it, either... And then ya started doing that with yar fingers and Ah just couldn't stop no more...
I understand.
>"Anyway, what Ah did was rude and unappropiate. Wer adult ponies- erh, people, and we now better than losing ourselves in pleasure."
Absolutely true.
>"Right. So, from now on, wer keeping an absolutely professional relationship. O' course, wer still friends, but anything else would be an unnecessary risk and we shouldn't even think 'bout repeatin' that again."
Totally agree.
>She stops, and looks you in the eyes. You've been smiling for the whole harangue.
>You keep staring eachother for a few moments, until she speaks again.
>"...Yar thinkin' 'bout it right now, ain't ya?"
>You move away from the wall and cross your arms over your chest. Still smiling.
Can't say I'm not.
>Neither of you break eye contact. Suddenly, her frown becomes a smile.
>"Weeell... Actually..."
>She starts walking again.
>"...we ARE adult ponies. Maybe we shouldn't be too narrow-minded."
My thoughts exactly.
>"Ah'm sure the both of us are mature enough to handle something like that. Ah mean, it wasn't anything bad, just some harmless fun..."
Indeed.
>"Wer just a couple of responsible, ehm, individuals, who happen to like eachother. What's wrong with that?"  
Nothing.
>"Right, nothin'. Nothin' to be scared or ashamed for..."
>She stops. You take that as your cue.
Soooo...?
>Applejack turns to face you and stares at you. For a moment, she looks like she even forgot you were there.
>But then she gets those bedroom eyes. She aproaches you and places her front hooves over your shoulders.
>"Soooo... what 'bout round 2?"
>You can hear Trevor mentally clapping to you.
"Holy shit, I can't belive you pull that through!"
>Focus, mate. You're gonna need him for the next part.
>You lock your arms around her back and kiss her softly. No tongue for now, you just want to get her fired up.
>She lets out a slight giggle when your lips separate and raises her head for a second one. You feel her tongue entering your mouth and you greet it with your own.
>Your tongues rub and twirl for a while, until she breaks the kiss with a moan.
>Her hat annoyingly tickles your forehead, so you take advantage of the pause and casually toss it away, without even looking where.
>Her gaze follows it, equally surprised and amused. It neatly lands on top of a rake.
>"Wow, nice throw."
>You grin as widely as you can.
Totally on purpose.
>You resume the kiss and pick her up. She 'eeps' into your mouth, but you don't care. You don't want to go on on your feet, and those hay piles look awfully comfortable. You land her face up on the hay.
>"Ya do know we eat these, do ya?"
What, you want me to stop?
>She chuckles again and hugs you more tightly.
>"Not exacly."
>Her tongue's back. You begin exploring eachother's body with your hands and her hooves.
>As you gently rub her back and buttocks, one of her hooves lands on your rock hard penis.
"Yeah, I'm still here. About time you noticed."
>She smiles, her face still pressed against yours.
>"Oh, boy. Looks like lil' Trevor 'ere is ready for duty! Maybe we should find some work for 'im..."
"MA'AM, YES MA'AM!"
He agrees.
>You pull one hand back to take off your pants and release Trevor while pushing her against you with the other. You can't help but notice she's bitting her lip in anticipation.
"I'M FREE!"
>You place your free hand on her crotch, just to be sure. Yup, she's soaking wet. You give Trevor the green light.
"Here we go!"
>Your hip thrusts forward almost on its own. You wince and sigh as her tight flesh squeezes you member.
>Feels fucking great. And she doesn't seem to hate it either.
>Now that you're sober, you're enjoying it in far more detail than last night's. And you start to notice some interesting details. From the preasure you're feeling on Trevor, you'd say pony colts use to have much shorter genitalia.
"Dude, we're kinda too busy for that."
>You look up to Applejack's face. She's still biting her lip, and her wide green eyes sparkle with a mute plea. Oh, right.
>You start thrusting Trevor in and out, pulling almost his entire length out of her each time. You start slowly, but progressively increase the pace until it matches both your breathing and her moaning.
"NOW WE'RE TALKING"
>Now and again you feel Applejack convulsing specially hard, arching her back and groaning louder, but you don't slow down. You conclude ponies must have a lower pleasure threshold than humans.
>"Sweet -mnf- Celestia! -mnf- Looks like -mnf- Dash was ri-mnf-right, after all!"
"NOW YOU KNOW!"
>Now that you got a comfortable pace, you can keep this as long as it takes Trevor to get ready.
>And he holds for a good couple minutes, during which Applejack's bended her neck upwards as her orgasms pile up and her voice grows hoarser. But, finally, Trevor gives the signal.
"I CAN'T HOLD IT ANYMORE, SIR, SHE'S GONNA BLOW!"
Quickly, Jack! In or out?
>Her neck almost snaps as she quickly moves her head to look at you in the eyes. She's got the most serious expression you've seen yet.
>"IN. OLWAYS IN."
>Either way, it's to late to pull it out. You feel your crotch shaking violently as you spurt Treavor's load into her.
"GGLVLHBNLVBHNLBHVLHVLBHNHNLVHBLNHDRLPBMNkfndtnmvbfg-ahhhhhh"
>She hugs you tighter than ever locking her hooves around your neck and waist. Looks like creampies are her thing.
>When you're done, she lets out a massive satisfied sigh and goes limp. You're also kinda tired, so you roll over to the side and lay facing up, right at her side.
>...A few moments of silence. You're just staring at the roof, trying to recover from the experience.
>When you both got your breath back, you look at eachother.
>"...woah..."
...woah...
>The simultaneous expression surprises you. You stare at eachother for a second and then, without any reason, you both burst into laughter.
 
>You're putting your pants on and she's fixing her mane, when you suddenly remember.
Oh, yeah, almost forgot. Did you know about the bet I did with Rarity?
>She frowns for a moment, trying to remember.
>"Ah think Ah overheard ya two talkin' 'bout that at Angel's party. Somethin' b'out the presents?
Uh-huh. We bought them together and we had a bit of an argument about wich one was better.
>Applejack gives you a sarcastic glare.
Yeah, I know. We weren't being mature. But we were serious. I bet a month working as her assistant and occasional manequin.
>That earns you an admiration whistle. You respond to the compliment with a smile.
>"Dat took balls... An what did she bet?"
A week doing my work here. No magic.
>That caught her off-guard. For a minute, she gives you an incredulous stare. But then she bursts into laughter and falls on her back, rolling on the floor as she tries to hold back her tears.
Ehhh... I was wondering if that was going to be a problem...
"Hehe-hee... Oh... No, not at all, sugarcube. Phew... It'll be mah pleasure... An don't worry: her whinin' got nothin' on me.
 
>Back at your house. Home sweet home.
>You close the door behind you as you think about what you did today.
>Honestly, you're pretty proud of yourself. You managed to turn a potentially akward friendship-splitting situation into some sort of sexual relationship. It could have gone worse.
>You make yourself a cheese and radish sandwich for supper - you've grown quite fond of that little spicy tuber since you got to Ponyville - when you start wondering what should you do tomorrow. Sundays are still off days, even in alien horse-inhabited worlds.
>Maybe you should go visit Rarity and settle on the terms of her defeat. Yeah, that sounds good.
>You finish the radish sandwich and walk upstairs. The minute you step into your bedroom, your great mood rots away.
>"¡Ah, mira quién está ahí!"
>The mother of all jimmy rustling falls upon you. The lights seem to grow dimmer as His deep, low voice reaches the corners of your mind.
>"I been waiting here for a long time, mister Anonymous."
>Crap. Full paranoia mode engaged. Did you ever told him your name? You can't seem to focus, but you'd swear you didn't.
How do you know my name?
>Through whatever way your mind communicates with his, you can percieve his amusement.
>"Quite the cliché, but it's nontheless appropiate, in this circumstances."
"Oh shit. Grab you pants, here he comes!"
>You start hearing a soft buzz in your ears. Suddenly, a black shroud covers your thoughts as you start feeling an immense presure on your skull. Now you really can't focus on anything, it feels like your mind is covered in tar. The buzz grows louder and louder as he tries to subjugate your will by pure force.
>Oh, fuck that. You're not going down without a fight.
"That's the spirit! I'll be down here, protecting what's really important. Good luck, pal!"
>Yeah, thank you, dick. Desperate, you try to focus whatever's left your will through nothing but anger and balls. From far, far away, you notice you fell on your knees, but you're not sure when. Cold sweat covers your mind as you try to visualize your fury and despair as one flaming ball of light deep whithin yourself, a shapeless multicolored cloud of concepts and sensations.
>You feel how he's overwhelming you, turning the cloud into pitch black fog. Your thumb stings as fuck and you're starting to seriously freak the hell out.
>So you explode the flame outwards, in an effort to push him away.
>Honestly, the result greatly exceeds your expectations. Especially knowing that you have no idea what in the actual fuck are you doing.
>First, the presure and the buzz go away instantly.
>Second, your thumb burns as if you stuck it into a bonfire.
>Third, you fall on your ass. Whatever you did left you dizzy and exhausted. You're not sure, but your nose may be bleeding.
>"¡Vaya, vaya, vaya! Looks like the human has some tricks up his sleeve, huh?"
>Your thoughts and sight seem to be getting more and more clear by the second, so it seems you managed to push him back... for now.
>Anyway, you try to keep your mind protected. You focus on the image of your cloud surrounded by a sphere of that fiery light.
>Judging from the nausea you're getting, it works.
>You wearily get back on your feet as you try to not throw up.
You still...ughh haven't answered my question.
>A slow, humorless guffaw echoes through your mind.
>"The same way you just did that: magic. But I'm sure you're sick of hearing that explanation, don't you?"
>You don't give him an answer, mostly because you don't think that deserves one. But also, you're trying to focus on your mind-ward, to make sure he doesn't do anything sneaky. Your efforts are justified when you feel something, the almost-gentle brush of a cold and slimey tentacle of concentrated despise against your mind, repelled by your steeled will. The sensation is enough to make the sandwich try to get out again.
>You swallow it down. He doesn't mention anything about your struggle, but his tone becomes sharper.
>"The ancient art of Hemomancy allows one to learn from another from the tiniest drop of blood. But, why do you care? What interest do you have in what I know?"
>Through the pain and weariness, you manage to smirk.
Oh, you'd be surprised.
>A wide fanged grin materialises in your mind.
>"Try me."