> Luna just had to pick one of your messed up dreams to walk into
> Now everyone thinks you're a massive pervert and/or rapist
> Ponyville quickly becomes a ghost town whenever you shop for groceries
> The only ponies who treat you halfway normal are the cutie mark crusaders
> You make little things for them to sell, your only source of income
> Some ponies get weird when you pass by
> Applejack used to get along with you just fine
> Now that she heard the news, she just stands still, going on and on about raping her in a sad voice
> Pinkie Pie pelts you with cupcakes
> You can salvage a fair few, which is nice
> Twilight sets her human anatomy doll in front of her door
> Uses a ventriloquy spell to say, "This mare is taken, move along"
> Fluttershy usually runs, but if you are close enough when she notices you, she just stiffens up and falls over
> Rainbow Dash watches you from her cloud, glaring
> Rarity carries a bucket at all times
> When she sees you, she levitates it onto your head and runs away
> From time to time, you find Celestia doing something odd
> Once, she was stuck in a hole in the wall
> Wouldn't stop talking about how she could do nothing to stop you from having your way with her
> You pushed her the rest of the way through the hole and went about your day
> It's enough to drive you to drink
> Maybe you'll get some cider from Applejack, assuming she doesn't depress you too much with her highly imaginative rape monologues
 
> Day hide yo kids hide yo waifu
> Be Anon, pulling a little wagon full of groceries
> Rainbow Ass glaring from her little perch
> Pass by the treebrary on your way to your shack on the edge of the Everfree
> That stupid anatomy doll is looking at you
> You check your groceries, nothing too perishable
> Might as well have some fun
"Hey, Nat, how's it going?"
> The doll wiggles a bit in surprise
> "Uh, good, good."
> That is a terrible man voice, Twilight
"And how's the missus?"
> "Oh, she's great. Very intelligent. Have you seen how many books she's read? That is the sexiest thing about her, all that book reading."
> Even Rainbow Dash is rolling her eyes at this pathetic ruse
"Wow, that's kinky. So she just reads a book while you rut her? In and out, in and out, and she's just lying there, fascinated by the sexy, sexy book knowledge?"
> You wonder if the boner Nat is now sporting is indicative of a certain unicorn's state
> Meanwhile Rainbow has the cloud in her teeth, and you can't see where her forehooves are
> Heh
> Finally, Nat speaks
> "Well, uh, that's a genita-I mean private matter, that I'm not really comfortable discussing with you."
"That's too bad. I wish I could hear about how you kiss her horn when she comes to the end of a book, or how you fall asleep by her side as she reads to you of far away places and beautiful princesses."
> You hear a whimper from inside the tree, one you know well
> For her, it's that feel when no coltfriend
"But seriously, Twilight, this is ridiculous. You're not fooling anyone with this dumb doll."
> "Nat isn't dumb! I mean, I'm not a dumb doll, I am clearly a fellow human male. I have claimed my waifu, so by the ancient rite of dibs, she is mine."
> You may have gotten a bit creative with human culture
"Twilight, he isn't real. It's just a doll you made for scientific reference."
> Another whimper
> "Sh-shut up!"
> You sigh
"Look, I'm sorry I teased your husbando. I just wanted to have fun talking to somepony. I'll leave you two alone."
> You set out for home
> Twilight waits until you are behind a hill in the road before she pulls Nat inside
> A book on the floor, and her rump in the air
> She has some very interesting things to think about, tonight
 
> Your blue watcher gets bored and flies off
> You follow the trail home, only to find Celestia sprawled in your front yard
> When she sees you, she closes her eyes and pretends to be unconscious
> Why are all these horses such terrible actresses?
> You walk up to her nonetheless, and poke her hoof
"Having fun down there?"
> She groans, and flutters her eyes open
> "Oh my wings, I must have hit some turbulence and sprained them, oh, the pain."
> Right
> Might as well get this over with
> You grab her forehooves and heave her upright
> She flaps her wings a little in surprise at the sudden movement
"I guess it can't be too bad, they seem to be working just fine now."
> Celestia blinks
> "Right, ow, it hurts so bad! Like needles in a haystack, all over! I must stay in this suspicious man's home while I recover. Who knows what vile acts he will perform on me?"
> You get that she's trying to make you feel better about your poor reputation, but this is just ridiculous
"Fine, come in, I'll make us some food."
> You pull the wagon into your kitchen, and she prances happily behind you
> You're fairly proud of your kitchen
> All the shelves and countertops, all handmade
> The stone fireplace, with a little cubby that works as a bread oven
> You put away most of your food, and start making a salad
> Admittedly, there isn't much else in your little house, just some things you've either salvaged or saved up and purchased
> It seems sunbutt has taken a liking to your bed
> Wait
"Are you huffing my pillow?"
> She jerks her head up and faces you with a nervous smile
> "O-of course not, I was just resting my head a bit, because of my injuries."
> Whatever
"Right, well come on, let's eat."
> She clambers off the bed and to the table where two large bowls of salad lay
> You offer her a bottle of ranch dressing
"Want some?"
> Her eyes sparkle
> "The human offers his white sauce, thinking no doubt, about how the beautiful princess will soon be guzzling his delicious glaze."
"I'll take that as a yes."
> You set the bottle in front of her, and set to eating your lunch
> Glaze, huh?
> You suppose you could make a cake
> You glance up at Celestia and roll your eyes
> Her muzzle is covered in ranch as she digs in face first
> You go and grab a cloth for her
"Here, you can wipe your face with this when you're done."
> She swallows
> "That, uh, that won't be necessary. I am fully capable of licking it all up."
> She keeps solid eye contact while her long tongue laps up the mess
> When the last of the dressing has been licked away, she smiles at you
> "See? All gone. I have swallowed all the white liquid on my face."
"That's nice, now your face is covered in slobber instead. Seriously, use the napkin when you're done."
> Celestia lowers her head humbly
> "Yes, m-master."
> She can tease you all she wants about ordering her around, you will have cleanliness in your home
> After the meal, you rinse the dishes and set them out to dry
> You have to admit, it is kinda nice having someone else around
> Even if they are a weird horse princess who may or may not get high on the smell of cotton pillows
> You have some time left in the afternoon, might as well get to work
 
> Celestia watches you whittle for a bit, then her eyes drift across the little wooden statues around your home
> "Do you take commissions?"
> You pause
"I haven't really had the opportunity, to be honest. Is there something you want me to make?"
> "An alicorn ma-I mean, meeting with a human. It should be very, ah, touching."
> You shrug
"Easy enough. I'll start on it after this one."
> You continue to whittle away at what will be a wooden apple
> A golden light flashes, and you hear metal clinking
> You look up to find a large bag of bits has appeared in front of you
> "Will this be enough for you to start right now?"
> That is no small amount of money
"Yeah, that'll about cover it."
> You set the half finished apple aside and retrieve a more substantial chunk of wood
> Celestia gets comfortable on your bed as she watches you work your magic
> After a few minutes to plan out the piece, you let your hands do the work
> You normally talk to yourself to while away the hours, but you have a guest now
"You know, it's funny. Before Equestria, I had thought my life was hurried and stressful, and maybe it was..."
> You trail off, lost in your thoughts
> After a moment, Celestia speaks
> "And now?"
> You blink, and give her a brief apologetic smile
"Now, well, you know. A little too empty in a lot of ways. A lot of time just chopping up firewood, carving things I will probably never see again. Nothing really to keep the days apart in mind, if you know what I mean."
> You see her nod out of the corner of your eye
> "The years get like that too. It's been better, recently, but don't ask me about two centuries ago, it was just a blur of negotiations and agriculture to me now."
> For a time, the only sound is your knife scraping against wood, shavings falling to the ground
> You're curious now, though
"What do you do to fill in the time? To make it worthwhile?"
> "Take on students. For a time, I can see through their letters, and pretend it is all new again. I also broaden my appreciation of...things."
> Interesting, you suppose, but not terribly applicable to your situation
> The rest of the evening passes in a like manner, silence and stuttering conversation
> Dinner is followed by a glazed cake
> She insists on licking both bowls
> "Now I have your batter in my belly, Anon."
> She gets this weird, almost sultry look on her face when she states the obvious
> By the nighttime, it's pretty obvious she wants to stay
> You'll be damned if a town of gullible ponies will make you any less of a gentleman
> Celestia seems oddly dissatisfied with sleeping in the bed
> Odd, since she's been in it all day
> Whatever
> You curl up in your blanket by the fire, and bid her goodnight
 
> You wake, uncomfortably warm
> Your nose is filled with the scent of vanilla
> You open your eyes to see...
> Sparkling pink?
> There is a weight on top of you, and it only takes a moment to guess what happened
> With a sigh you lift Celestia up a bit and slide out
> She doesn't stir from her sleep
> After a moment's hesitation, you wrap the blanket around her
> An apple from the pantry, and you're outside, admiring the sunrise
> It seems Luna can do at least one thing right
> You finish the apple and toss it into the field
> Huh, looks like someone is coming down the trail
> A pony and... a minotaur?
> No...
> What's Twilight doi-
> It seems she has Nat with her
> Well, this will be interesting
> Twilight comes to a stop about five feet from you
> "Anon, I need a favor."
"That's rich."
> She fixes you with a resolute stare
> "Just hear me out. I...I need you to talk to Nat. I can't do it on my own."
"What are you talking about?"
> Her gaze turns pleading
> "You... you're the only other human Nat knows. When you talk with him, he gets ideas, he becomes even more my husbando. Please, Anon. I need this."
> Truth be told, Twilight always reminded you of a younger version of yourself
> You don't mind doing this, but...
"I'll do it, but you have to help me convince your friends that I'm not a rapist."
> "But Luna saw-"
"A sexy dream! A private dream, if I had my way. Are you honestly going to say that you have never had a sexy dream about Nat?"
> She blushes
> "S-sometimes."
"Anyhow, those are the terms. I talk to Nat, you talk to your friends."
> Twilight thinks about it, glancing at the dumb doll
> She nods resolutely
> "It's a deal."
> Silence stretches for a bit
"So... how you wanna do this?"
> Purplesmart looks at you, then Nat
> "Shall we try Fluttershy first? I think she'll need the most work, so we should start early."
> You shrug
"Sounds good."
 
> Along the way, you...strike up a conversation?
> You probably shouldn't encourage Twilight's autism, but you turned out fine
> Sorta
"So, Nat. I see you're riding bareback. Any reason you're not using a saddle?"
> Twilight stares at you in confusion
> "Why would I be wearing a saddle?"
>...
"Saddles are specifically so that a biped can sit on a quadruped comfortably."
> "That's ridiculous, Anon. Saddles are formal wear meant to emphasize the curve of a mare's spine."
> ....
"Of course, what was I thinking. Changing the subject, Nat how do you feel about brushing Twilight's mane?"
> "Uh, it's good. Like, really good. Do I get a boner from it?"
>...
"If you do, that would be a little odd. It just seems like a nice way to spend time with your waifu. You could make it part of foreplay, where you brush her mane, and start stroking her neck, then her sides, and generally let your hands wander."
> Twilight stumbles a bit, but keeps trotting
> "Wow, that's a good idea, Anon! All that hand action we humans do, it must be enjoyable for mares!"
> A cottage rises from a crest in the road
"I'm sure it must be. Now, with Fluttershy, I should probably hang back, or else she'll be too scared to think straight."
> Purplesmart nods
> "That would be best."
> You sit down behind the rise of the bridge over the creek and close your eyes
> Twilight clip clops to the door and knocks
> You hear the door open
> "Oh, good morning Twi- Ah! Another one!"
> The door slams
> ...
"Maybe Nat should stay with me?"
> "No, I got this."
> She knocks on the door again
> "Fluttershy, it's okay. This is Nat, and he's very nice."
> Butterthigh's voice is muffled by the door
> "R-really?"
> "Really."
> The door creaks open
> After a moment, Fluttershy sighs in relief
> "Oh, it's just a doll. For a moment there, I thought there was another rape monster in Ponyville."
> "He's not a d- I mean, Nat is my husbando and I am his waifu. He's not a rape monster at all, he even lets me read to him at night."
> ...
> "Um, Twilight, it's okay if you have an imaginary coltfriend. Um, don't take this the wrong way, but you might want to not talk about him in town. There is a rape monster on the loose, after all."
> You feel so loved
> "About that, Fluttershy. Anon isn't a rape monster. He's actually a really nice guy who has a rich and varied culture about...imaginary colt and marefriends."
> You can hear the sorrow in her voice, forced to admit that Nat is not real
> Fluttershy hears it too
> "Oh, Twilight, did he rape you? Is he forcing you to tell all these lies about human imaginary coltfriends?"
> "He didn't rape me! Are you doubting my love for my pure, beautiful husbando? I-I swear on me mum!"
> ...
> "There there, it's okay. Rape monsters can be really charismatic and sneaky. It's okay if you find yourself wanting to love a nice, safe, imaginary rape monster who doesn't rape you."
> "They're not rape monsters! Luna just wasn't prepared to see one of Anon's tummy tingler dreams! Haven't you had any weird tummy tingler dreams?"
> "Oh no, never. Especially not about Mr. Bear, or a big strong timberwolf, or a pack of diamond dogs, and, um. Yeah, no tummy tinglers here, just normal dreams, all the time."
> "But a timberwolf is made out of wood, that seems really uncomfortable..."
> Fluttershy scuffs a hoof on the ground
> "I had to sand it and polish it, and sometimes I go out into the woods and look for a little one, so I can train it. Um. For normal dog things. Yes."
>...
> "Look, how about this. You can help me train Anon to be less threatening, and then you won't think he's a rape monster, he's just like a timberwolf who is trained to be nice to ponies. How does that sound?"
> "Oh, I don't know, that sounds-"
> "I'll help you catch a timberwolf cub."
> "Okay."
> This is getting ridiculous
> "Here, let me just get Anon real quick,"
> That's your cue, you suppose
> You begin to stand up, only to be engulfed in a purple flash of light
> You find yourself sprawled on your back, and the door slams
> You just lie there a moment
"Slowly, Twilight. You have to take these things slowly."
> The door creaks open again
> "Um, hi, Anon?"
"Yes?"
> You decide to sit up, that should be less threatening than standing
> Buttermellow watches your every movement with wary eyes
> "Are you...a good boy?"
> ...
> This is going to be a long day
> Nevertheless,
"Yes, I am a good boy."
> "Then you can come inside."
> She backs into her home, never taking her eyes off of you
> You shuffle inside, wondering if ponies naturally tend to speak in innuendo
> Angel glares at you from his high perch, a sharpened stick in his paws
> Meanwhile, Fluttershy is hiding behind two sheep
"Alright, what shall we do now?"
> She glances at Twilight, then says,
> "Um, first, would like you to sate your unsavory appetite with one of these sheep here?"
> What
"I don't-and they're just sheep, I mean, can sheep think like you and me, or are they just instinct driven animals, and who even just offers up sheep to 'sate unsavory appetites'?"
> "They don't mind. I explained the situation to them, and they agreed to let you rut them. Um, if you want. Does that answer your questions?"
> Meanwhile the sheep wander over to you, nuzzling your legs
"Oh, so they are intelligent."
> "Baaa", they said
> ...
"Right. Thus is still kinda messed up, so let me set some things straight. I do not have an insatiable desire for sex, and sheep are a bit outside of my comfort zone."
> The pair of ewes pout
> Fluttershy stares at you skeptically
> "Are you sure you don't want to have your way with either one? I know Ashtoreth had been looking forward to it."
> One of the sheep nuzzles your leg again, and paws at it with one forehoof
> "Baaa~"
> The only thing keeping you here is the hope that you might be able to get it into Fluttershy's twisted mind that you are not a rape monster
"Look, Ashtoreth, and Miss other sheep, you are both very cute, and I'm sure there's a nice ram for you somewhere. I wish you luck in your future courtships. Understand?"
> Miss other sheep nuzzles your leg for the last time, and heads out the door
> Ashtoreth...
"Stop humping my leg!"
> You heft her up and hold her at arms length
> "Baa~ baaa baaaa~<3"
> You look at Fluttershy
"A little help here?"
> She is scowling at you
> "Really? After all you've done, can't you let her molest your leg? You have a lot of nerve, young human, raping ponies and making up marefriend, asking me to help you with a nice friendly ewe!"
> What the actual hell
> Your legs are shaking, your heart beating altogether too quickly
"I haven't raped anyone!"
> Fluttershy doubles the intensity of her glare
> "Do you want to be trained or not? Now let the sheep hump your leg!"
> Ashtoreth slips from your numb fingers, and quickly recovers from her fall
> Just as quickly, she rears up and wraps her forelegs around one of your legs
> You can do nothing, pinned in place by the fiery wrath of Fluttershy's gaze
> Twilight is covering Nat's eyes
> A wet spot develops on your pants leg, and Ashtoreth's bleating becomes more frantic
> You can feel the pegasus ease off of the intensity of her glare
> Finally, you are fully in control of yourself as a ewe climaxes on your leg
> It takes all your self-control to not kick her off
> As the last spasms wrack her fluffly body, you carefully extract your leg from her grip
"I-I need a shower. Oh god, I feel so dirty."
> Fluttershy is confused
> "Oh, um, it's the door on the right, over there. Could you bring Ashtoreth too? I'm afraid her cum soaked into her wool."
"Yeah, no, no way. I shower alone, thank you very much."
> You all but run to the bathroom
> The ponies are talking, but you can't hear them over the sound of rushing, cleansing water
> You remove your clothes and lose yourself in the water flowing all over you
> A scarce few minutes later, there is a knock at the door
"What."
> "Um, I just wanted to let you know, that you have passed the first test. Now for the second."
> The door opens, and a purple light wraps around the edge of the shower curtain
> Oh hell no
> You grip the edge as well, and pull against massive resistance
> In retrospect, a battle between Twilight's magic and your own strength was doomed to failure
> As it is, you end up half in and half out of the tub, dripping and on full display
> This is the last straw
"I've had it! I've been unjustly shunned by a bunch of flighty ponies, defiled by a sheep, and now you pull this! I'm better off in my home, away from all you monsters!"
> You scoop up your clothes, taking a moment to put on your boxers
> Fluttershy gives you a weak smile
> "You passed test two?"
> You stare hate directly into her eyes
"Enough with the stupid tests! Let me put it into terms you can understand. You have failed basic decency. And you, Twilight, going along with this! I feel sorry for Nat, having a waifu with a wandering eye."
> You stomp out of the cottage, animals parting before you
> By the time you get home, you are half burned out, closer to surly than incandescent rage
> The shack is empty, you suppose Celestia's duties called
> Fine by you
> You throw your clothes in the basket and pull on some clean ones
> You don't trust yourself to work on your commission with any delicacy, so you return to caving the wooden apple
> Wordless frustration simmers in the back of your mind
> It's a point of pride, that you are still a moral person, no matter what happens
> You accidentally gouge a little too much from the apple
> You throw the damn thing, and sink back into your chair
> This, this isn't helping
> You just listen to yourself breathe
> Anger seeps out of you in tiny increments, leaving weariness in its wake
> The sun has risen a fair amount before you feel relatively calm
> Then you hear a knock on your door
> You walk a fine line between violence and despair as you go to answer it
 
> "We're-"
> Slam
> Feels good man
> There is no way you want to talk to those two right now
> You just manage to get back to your chair when Twilight teleports in
"Get out."
> She looks at you with tearful eyes, and lowers her head to the ground
> "I wanted to a-apologize to you and your waifu."
> Your w-
"An apology isn't enough. Fluttershy mind controlled me while a sheep sexually assaulted my leg! And you just watched. Get out."
> She whispers, "I'm so sorry." and disappears
> Good riddance
 
> Be Twilight Sparkle
> You have made a terrible mistake, and you aren't entirely sure how to fix it
> Anon is angry and alone
> Ponyville...pulled another Zecora incident
> Fluttershy peers at you from behind her mane
> "What did he say?"
"Saying sorry isn't enough."
> She nods sadly
> Guilt churns in your stomach
"There has to be a way to make it up to him. It's not a romance problem, and I'm not sure what kind of gift we could give that would say 'I'm sorry we forced you into bestiality.' What do you think, Fluttershy?"
> You begin trotting towards Ponyville, and she comes up beside
> "We could never bother him again. I am very quiet, I could do that."
"That's not really a solution, it's more like ignoring the problem."
> "We could do that too."
> Fluttershy is a great friend, you remind yourself
> She just doesn't handle stress well
> Although, you could say that about the whole town
> The whole town
> Crap
"We're going to have to convince all of Ponyville that Anon isn't a rapist."
> "Oh. That's a lot of ponies."
"We're going to need someone...popular,"
> "Pinkie Pie?"
"Someone who is good at giving favors..."
> "Pinkie Pie."
"Someone with tact."
> "Pinkie- oh. Rarity?"
> You nod
"If anyone will know what to do, it's her."
> You hope
 
> Rarity sips from her tea
> "Now, what can I do for you two?"
> This is going to be awkward
"So, remember how Luna scared everypony on nightmare night?"
> "Yes?"
"And how Zecora was shunned because she was a zebra?"
> "What, is there some other stranger...who comes into town...and this is about Anonymous, isn't it?"
> You nod
> Rarity sighs
> "He must think we're terribly skittish, mustn't he?"
> Fluttershy winces
> "Right now, he thinks we're monsters."
> Rarity furrows her brow
> "Why ever should he think that? Is having a bucket on one's head so unpleasant?"
> Fluttershy mumbles something
> Rarity frowns
> "What was that?"
> You come to Fluttershy's rescue
"We may have let a sheep get friendly with him. And barged in on his shower."
> "I hardly see why that's a problem. Sheep are gentle, and it's not like friends can't take showers together..."
"Anon has a thing about wearing clothes all the time, so seeing him without clothes can be embarrassing for him."
> That's one of the first pieces of human culture you learned
> "Personally, I think wearing clothes all the time is more embarrassing. Formal wear loses all meaning when it is daily wear."
 "Even so, that's how he is. And, um. The ewe was very friendly. And not entirely gentle."
> "How do you mea-"
> Rarity gives Fluttershy a disbelieving look
> "And he just let it happen? With a sheep?"
> Fluttershy lowers her head, once again hiding behind her main
"He didn't have much choice."
> Rarity rubs her face with a hoof
> "I think it would be fair to say, this is the worst. Possible. Thing. Well, first things first, we must all apologize."
> Rarity set her cup aside
> You and Fluttershy hurry to block her path
"That's probably not the best idea right now."
> Fluttershy nods fervently
> "He was very angry when we tried."
> Rarity's mouth twists in dissatisfaction
> "Second things first, then. It would be best to go to Mayor Mare, I believe."
 
> That evening, a crowd has gathered in the town square
> Mayor Mare steps up to the podium
> "Mares and gentlecolts! I have called this meeting to deal with the problem of Anonymous."
> The crowd murmurs with anger and excitement
> A few pitchforks and torches serruptitiously rise from the throng
> Mayor Made clears her throat
> "First, let us clear up any misunderstandings. Who here has been raped by Anonymous? Raise your hoof."
> Many heads turned, curious to see who had fallen victim to the town menace
> Yet not one hoof was raised
> Mayor Mare continued in a sadder tone
> "Need I remind you of our poor welcome for Zecora, the best herbalist in Ponyville?"
> The crowd murmured in surprise
> The few ponies who said something about ziggers were immediately shushed
> "Or how we first welcomed the awkward, yet kind Princess of the Night?"
> A few of the torches and pitchforks quietly disappeared
> "Who here remembers how Anonymous gave the best belly rubs at the spa? Or how he climbed the trees with monkey-like grace and retrieved foals' balloons?"
> Ponies avoided each other's eyes
> "And who here has bought one of the delightful little wooden statues from three of our bravest fillies? As Mayor of Ponyville, I would like to acknowledge kindness and earnestness of Applebloom,  Scootaloo, and Sweetie Bell."
> The fillies clamber up onto the platform, awed at all the attention they were getting
> "For their aide to one of Ponyville's citizens in his darkest times, I award them the Crystal Heart medal."
> The fillies puff out their chests proudly as the medals are affixed to their cloaks
> The Mayor addresses the crowd once again
> "Now, I intend to deliver a formal apology on behalf of this town to Anonymous. I will be very disappointed in whoever does not accompany me to Anonymous' house."
> Some of the ponies shake their pitchforks in the air
> "To Anonymous' house!" They yell
 
> Be Anon
> You're feeling better, now
> You've taken a nap, eaten some dinner, and now you're working on the commission and feeling nicely busy for once
> You sit by the window, taking in the empty plains that lead toward Ponyville
> It's very tranquil
> Then you see a light coming up in the west
> You idly wonder if sunbutt got drunk
> Only it's not the sun, it's a mob of ponies
> Oh hell
> You start barricading the front door with what little furniture you have
> It was only a matter of time, you suppose
> You can hear the hellish noise of the many voices of the mob
> Some deluded soul knocks on your door
> "Anonymous, we have something for you."
> Death, most likely
"Nice try."
> The sound of the mob changes slightly
> Then you get tackled from behind by three fillies
> You roll over, and find the crusaders grinning at you
> Sweetie Bell climbs up onto your chest
> "Everypony came to say they're sorry!"
> ...
"Really."
> They nod happily
"What are the torches and pitchforks for then?"
> They glance at each other
> Scootaloo shrugs
> "It's dark out, and walking sticks?"
> Applebloom looks at you with big, pleading eyes
> "So won't you please come out and say hi to everypony?"
> It's not like they couldn't come in the back door if they wanted
"Fine, now let me up."
> Sweetie Bell giggles and jumps off
> You come around the corner of your house, and see that they really don't seem to be angry
> Mayor Mare gives you a polite smile and comes forward
> "On behalf of Ponyville, I deliver this formal apology. Within are such reparations that might go some way towards ameliorating any damages you may have suffered."
> You numbly accept then scroll, and whisper,
"A rather quick change in opinion."
> The Mayor smiles ruefully and replies in a like manner
> "We have some history with being very wrong about outsiders. Honestly, I think most of the ponies here just like being in one big herd, be it a mob or a demonstration of civic-mindedness."
"Oh, I see."
> Still, it makes you nervous to have so many torches near your mostly wooden house
> Better make a speech
"Citizens of Ponyville! I accept your apology, and wish you well in your endeavors. Now please leave without setting anything on fire."
> You hear a few groans of disappointment from the crowd, but they disperse readily enough
> Mayor Mare regards you with an amused expression
> "I must say, that was very eloquent. Although, I have to ask now that we aren't on opposite sides of the mob, is there any truth to the rumors?"
> You give her a flat look
"I'm not a rapist."
> She looks you up and down
> "Even so, if you ever, well. Let me just say, that I am an eager and attentive public servant."
> She winks at you and sashays away
> Okay
> That is certainly strange icing on the fucked up cake that you are too stuffed to eat
> You go back inside and lay down on your bed
> You fall asleep, a faint scent of vanilla rising from the pillow and sheets
> You read the scroll over breakfast
> Bla bla bla
> Very sorry
> Oh hey, vouchers for nearly every shop
> You browse the list, noting some familiar names
> And, "Meat Stew - Fluttershy's Animal Rehabilitation Center"
> Is she really going to kill that sheep?
> You aren't sure how you feel about that
> Something to check on for lunch, you guess
> You work some more on your commission, but you find yourself feeling restless
> Last night almost seems like a dream, but you have the scroll right there
> Might as well see how they react to you, now that the townfolk have admitted they were wrong
> You skim the list of offers again, and
> Hold on, why is Rarity offering seven full suits for free?
> Is this more of what was going on with the mayor?
> ...
> That might not be so bad
> Thirty minutes later sees you out the door, carefully groomed, and scroll in hand
> You reach Ponyville just as the shops and stalls begin to open
> The ponies call out their greetings, some smiles more nervous than others
> You respond in kind
> To be honest, you've gotten used to shopping at abandoned stalls, so you're a little nervous as well
> You make your way to the carrousel boutique and open the door
> Rarity looks up at the sound and puts on a pleasant expression
> "Oh, Anonymous, it is good to see you. Won't you sit down on the divan? I must fetch something."
"Alright..."
> It still feels odd, no longer being a source of fear
> She returns quickly, floating a wrapped cylinder to you
> "Please, open it."
> The paper falls away to reveal...
> A bucket
> A familiar bucket
"Am I supposed to wear it?"
> Rarity blushes a little at that
> "I do hope you will forgive me for that. Rather, I want you to have it, as a sign of my trust in your true character."
> Eh, it's a bucket
"Then I shall take it in the spirit it was given. Speaking of which, I don't want to appear ungrateful, but seven suits seems a bit...extravagant."
> Measuring tape snakes out of some drawers, gathering in little piles
> Rarity looks a little too eager
> "I had noticed, darling, that you tend to wear clothes rather often."
"Yes?"
> She starts to circle you slowly
> "You have also become something of a figure of note. To put it simply, if you wear my fashions around town, it will both make you seem more respectable, and introduce my work to those who might not usually pay attention. Is that palatable to your sensibilities?"
> Surprisingly calculating for the Element of Generosity, yet you suppose she still has a business to run
> You look down at the bucket in your hands
> It was only ever a mild inconvenience
"You've got yourself a deal."
> "Wahahah! Wonderful, Anonymous, simply wonderful. Now, if you would please stand, I have a great many measurements to do."
> You let your mind go blank as the tape stretches across various portions of your body
> ...
> She wasn't kidding about how many measurements she is taking
> Might as well make with the small talk
"You know, when I first saw the voucher, I thought you were buttering me up for, ah-"
> You pause, suddenly regretting the indelicate nature of your statement
> Rarity pauses in her work
> "Hmmm?"
"Oh, nothing, it was a nonsensical thought."
> She smirks at that
> "Really, Anonymous, I admire your attempt to avert a faux pas, but the damage is quite done. I can only imagine you thought I would, what, proposition you or something?"
> Maybe if you say nothing, she will-
> Rarity blinks a few times
> "That was it precisely? Well, sorry to dash your hopes, dear. I do hear the Mayor may have certain interests in xenophilic relations, if that's any consolation."
> You cough nervously
"Yes, she made that rather clear."
> Rarity giggles at your discomfort
> "Pardon me, but your plight is not without its humor. Now, I have one last measurement to do, but it's rather...intimate. Would you mind running this tape from the middle of your waist, between your legs, then to the opposite side of your waist?"
> You take the tape and hesitate
> "Would you rather I do it?"
"No, no, that will not be necessary."
> You perform the measurement, handing off the tape once you are done
> She accepts it and marks down the last data point
> "Thank you, darling. You really have been quite the gentlecolt, and I shall look forward to your next visit."
> You nod pleasantly at her
"As shall I. See you later, Rarity."
> As you exit the shop, you feel quite optimistic about your future
> You make it a few feet down the street before Rainbow Dash lands in front of you, still glaring like before
> Welp
 
> "They may forget about the whole thing, but don't you think I'm going to let my guard down around you. I'll always know what you really are!"
> You sigh
"It was just a dream,"
> "Just a dream? It was a dream about raping me!"
> You frown
"It's not like I can control what I dream about. Besides, I know you were getting off to the idea of me rutting Twilight yesterday."
> "I imagined a stallion, not you!"
> You raise your eyebrows
"You still fantasized about your friend getting railed. You actually made that choice. I think we're even."
> Rainbow's wings flare
> "I'll never be as sick as you!"
> With that, she flies off into the clouds
> You shrug and resolve to write some stories, perhaps about Fluttershy and Mr. Bear
> You can always claim they were actually for Butterfry
 
> Mmmm, fried in butter
> Your stomach growls, and you have your next destination
> As you walk back out of town, you see a flash of pink out of the corner of your eye
> ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS
> BEGIN DEFENSIVE MANEUVERS
> A hoof snags your shoulder, and Pinkie Pie swings into view, a large cake in her other hoof
> "Oooooooooohhh,"
> Oh no
> A dancing chorus of background ponies quickly encircles the two of you
> "We want to tell our favorite ape this,"
> " We're so glad you're not a rapist!"
"Right, good. Well, I-"
> "Sooooooooooooo,"
"God damn it."
> "To balance all the hateful wordses,"
> "Here's some celebratory foodses!"
"Okay, thanks, this looks great. Now if you'll excuse me..."
> "Weeeeeeeeee'rrrreeeeeeee,"
> You rather preferred when they would throw cupcakes and yell insults
> "Ecstatic you won't fill us with semen,"
> "Nor give our pussies a reamin'!"
"Classy."
> "Heeeeeeeerrrrreeeeee,"
> "This is thanks for all our sake,"
> "We baked you a no-rape-cake!"
> The background ponies cheer and wander off, no longer compelled by the musical group mind
"The song is over now, right?"
> Pinkie Pie nods cheerfully
> "Yuppers. Although~, if you want I could sing it again!"
"Once was enough, thank you."
> "You're welcome! Now don't be a stranger, alright?"
"Sure thing."
> She beams at you, then bounces away
> So, you have a cake and a half an hour walk to your home, and then to Fluttershy's
> Might as well get started
 
> Be Twilight Sparkle
> Anon looks much happier today, it looks like the plan worked
> You feel proud about the friendship report you sent to Celestia
> All of Ponyville is back on good terms, most of your friends too
> Rainbow Dash... that's going to take time
> Aside from that, the only one that's left is Applejack
> You find her about where you expect her, out bucking trees
> She takes a break when she notices you
> "Well, howdy Twilight! What brings you out here?"
"I thought I'd let you know about some developments in town."
> "Oh?"
"Last night, the whole town got together and went down to Anonymous' house."
> "Y'all ran him out? Yer tellin' me he could be comin' for me, waitin' til I let mah guard down, and he just up and fills me with his seed?"
> Your jaw drops
"That's not it at all! It turns out no one has been raped, and we all apologized for shunning him, and now we can all live in harmony!"
> Applejack shakes her head
> "That's all fine and dandy for you to say, but ah'm afraid ah can't be as forgivin'. After all, look at mah tush. Ah've seen Anon a starin', and that was when we thought he was a fine, well mannered fella."
> It is a nice butt, you have to admit
"Applejack, he is a well mannered fellow."
> The farmpony set her jaw
> It seems she's going to be stubborn about this
> " 'Course he is, around you! No offense, but there ain't no stallions a fightin' for a taste of your pie, if you catch mah meanin'."
> Did she just-
"Did you just imply I'm ugly?"
> "You ain't ugly, Twilight. You just ain't a full enough package for colts to overlook your bookish ways."
"Full enough package? I'm not the pony who is so proud of her body that she thinks an innocent being wants to rape her!"
> "It ain't pride! I just know he wants to knock me up, and use me, and make y'all watch, and kiss his real marefriend, and call me a low down dirty whore, greedy for his hot dickin'."
> ...
> This might not be a matter of pride after all
"Did somepony do this to you before?"
> Applejack snorts
> "Like hell. Big Mac or ah woulda beat anypony as tried. That's just it though, Anon ain't no pony, he got his predator strength, and that musk that lets you know deep down that the only reason you ain't on the menu is that he ain't hungry yet."
> Something about this is off, yet familiar
"So, you would fight, but he's so strong and dangerous, it's better if you just...let it happen?"
> Applejack smiles in relief
> "You do understand. Most of the time, ah can put it out of mah mind, but when he's around, ah can't stop thinkin' about how he's gonna take me, and pump me full of his monkey cum."
"Or how the library is so deep and quiet, no one will come to help you, even if you struggle."
> Applejack shifts her hind legs a little
> "Ah'm almost always alone out here, Twi. He could knock me out and make me his cock slave, and nopony would notice for hours."
> It's getting a little hot out, even in the shade
"I don't leave the library often, so he could tie me up for days, and nopony would know. Just me, him, and whatever he wanted to do to me."
> "Ah have all that rope too, he wouldn't have to go far, just tie me up in the barn and rut me til ah'm out of mah mind."
> By now both of you are breathing rather heavily
> You know this feeling, you know it well
> Those muggy nights after reading records of historical conquests
> Those shameful griffin magazines
> Poor Applejack thinks she's scared of Anon
> It's up to you to teach her
"You know, we're alone right now."
> Applejack's eyes widen
> "You think he'd rape both of us? Make us watch each other get violated?"
> You take a step forward, preparing your magic
"Does that make you excited? Let me see."
> You levitate her front end up, leaving bare her dripping marehood
> She yelps
> "Hey now, no need to do anythin'-"
> You take a lick, your tongue lingering and dipping into every fold of her marehood
> She shivers, her eyes rolling back in her head for a brief moment
> "Twi?"
> You set her on her back on the ground
"Anon isn't a rapist, Applejack. You just want to be raped."
> "No! Ah-"
> You pour on the magic, pressing her limbs firmly against the ground
> You drag the edge of your hoof gently down her barrel
"You are all alone, held down by an irresistible force, and your marehood is winking. Can you honestly say you don't wish Anon would rape you?"
> "Ah- Twilight, ah can honestly say..."
"Yes?"
> She looks at you with an embarrassed expression
> "This would be nicer if you weren't a mare."
> Luckily, you came prepared
"How about this?"
> You bring Nat out, his boner fully erect
> He's such a perfect human, you just knew you couldn't keep him all to yourself
> Applejack's eyes are fixated on his shaft
> "Does that work? Can it...consummate?"
> You walk the doll over, giving his ass a playful squeeze with your hoof
"It took some minor enchanting, and some tubes and alterations, but yes! Now, close your eyes and think of Equestria."
> It feels a little weird, watching your husbando penetrate another mare, but the smile on Applejack's face is worth it
> Besides, once he's done with her, he can rut you on top of her, and kiss you because you are his real marefriend
> Be Anon
> Not really looking forward to seeing Fluttershy again
> Still, it had to happen sometime, and it would be better now, on your own terms
> And there is the promise of meat
> You knock on the cottage door
> It opens
> "Oh! Anon, hi. Um."
> It doesn't help that you are carefully avoiding her eyes
"Hello Fluttershy. I saw a voucher for meat stew, and I have to ask, is it Ashtoreth?"
> "Ashtoreth? Oh nonono, the meat comes from one of the poor dead critters the animals bring me."
> That's kinda weird
> Wait
"Carrion meat?"
> Butterquiet tilts her head
> "A little? Don't worry, it's very fresh, and I preserve a fair amount too. Normally I'd feed it to the bears and other meat eaters, but I guess you are one too."
> She glides over to the kitchen
> "Um, take a seat? Your stew should be done in a bit."
> You sit down on a divan, brushing some fur off the cushion
> An awkward silence reigns, underlined by the nervous staccato chopping of the kitchen knife
> Her usual personality is pretty timid, and you can't help but think of what happened last time you were here
> You don't know if you will ever forgive or forget, but
"There were a lot of ponies at my house last night. I'm sure that took some effort."
> Fluttershy pauses in her work
> "Oh no! I didn't use my stare or anything I promise! Besides, it was mostly Twilight and Rarity who..."
> Her voice drifts off in a mumble
"Even so, thanks. That sheep thing... I doubt I'll ever forgive you for that. Still, if we never talk about it again, we can at least get along."
> She gives you a solemn nod
> "I can do that. I'm very good at not talking."
> You smile a little at that
"Alright then."
> As you wait for the meal to cook, you listen to the sounds of the cottage
> There is a lot of scrabbling about, and softer rustles
> From time to time, a small furry animal scampers from one hole to another
> Where your shack has an aching silence, this one has a living silence
> Maybe you should get a pet sometime
> At last, the stew is done
> Your mouth is already watering
> You get tunnel vision
> There is only you and the stew
> You scoop up some meat and potato
> Your taste buds politely inform you that you have died and gone to heaven
> Tears fall unchecked from your blind eyes
> You somehow get another spoonful
> This is not just any meat
"Was this from a cow?"
> Buttercry is panicking
> "I'm so sorry! Were you friends with a cow? You lost your best cow friend? Please, I'll make some other stew-"
> You shake your head, color and shapes returning to your vision
"Don't worry, Butterfry,"
> "I'm Fluttershy?"
"Right. Don't worry, you have reunited me with a very old friend of mine, the taste of beef. It was an intensely spiritual experience I do not have the words to describe. Please, if ever you have cow meat again, let me know."
> She starts to settle down
> "O-okay? It was good?"
"Fluttershy, I am going to eat this bowl full of stew, then the rest of the stew in that pot, even if it makes me feel sick afterward. If you have any more of that meat, I will pay you whatever you want for it."
> And that is exactly what you do