Title:           Anon Lifts Part 9
Author:          thegeman
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First Edit:      Wednesday 21st of January 2015 09:10:42 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Tuesday 27th of January 2015 05:04:37 PM CDT

FRIDAY, WEEK 3 / 4, BEGIN
"TSS! TSS!"
>Gotta have that proper breathing.
>You are Anonymous, but please, just call yourself Anon.
>You are currently training.
>Doing kickboxing, specifically.
>It's the one sport you were ever interested in back in your world.
>You learned enough to keep going without a teacher.
"TSS!"
>Each punch and kick sends the punching bag you're using flying.
>Probably because it's a lot smaller than the ones you usually uses.
>It's for tiny poniesz after all.
"HYA!"
>Your leg shoots up, and with a twist of your hips, slam your right leg into the bag
>With that, you take a short break.
>You towel off your shirtless torso and take a sip of water.
>With a deep breath, you get down and start doing push-ups.
>A couple pushups, situps, bunnyhops later, you begin again at the punching bag.
>You're not entirely sure how this kickboxing will help you, but it's a good exercise.
>You wish you had a sparring partner of sorts.
>Unbeknownst to you, while upstairs in your training room, there was a knock at the door.
---
>You are Rarity.
>Several knocks at Anon's door yields no results.
>It's 7:00, is he not home?
>I guess after last Friday...
>"AAAANNNOOOONNN!"
"Gah!"
>Pinkie Pie yelled directly in your ear.
"Perhaps a bit of warning next time, Pinkie?"
>"If it pierced your ears, Anon definitely should have heard it..."
>Your ears are actually quite sensitive...
>"Let's go inside!"
"Wait, we shouldn't just barge in uninvit-"
>She's already inside.
>Oh well, no hesitating now.
>Walking into the main room, there doesn't appear to be anyone here.
>"I guess he really isn't home."
"Hold on, be quiet for a moment."
>"Okay!"
>Pinkie takes in a deep breath.
>She stands with her cheeks inflated.
>You remain in silence for a few seconds.
"I hear some noise upstairs, let's go."
>Pinkie exhales loudly.
>"Okiee Dokiee!"
>The stairs creek as you walk up them.
>But your mind is focused on the source of the noise.
>"I wonder if it's a ghost."
"Don't be silly, it's most likely Anonymous."
>"Why use Anonymous? Why not just call him Anon, or Nonny?"
"A lady must always be proper."
>"Why be proper when you can be fun?"
"What if being proper is fun?"
>She opens her mouth opens and closes a few times, thinking of a response.
>"I-Is it?"
"Honestly, not really."
>Pinkie lets out a sigh of relief, as if that was almost a world shattering revelation for her.
>"I knew it! I'll make sure to help you make up for all the fun you could have had!"
>You roll your eyes, but also smile.
>Pinkie has a strange charm to her.
"W-Well, if you really want to take me someplace fun, I've secretly always wanted to try out karaoke..."
>"*gasp* I know the best place for that!"
"I knew you would."
>But back to the task at hand.
>The noise leads you to the end of the upstairs hallway, the door cracked open slightly, letting light leak out.
"Anonymous? Is that you?" You say, as your hoof pushes the door open.
>"R-Rarity?!"
>As the door swings open, you freeze.
>Pinkie jumps over you, and promptly freezes in mid-air.
>Then falls straight down like a statue.
>Oh lawdy.
>Anon looks... positively divine!
>His glistening pecs, those abs!~
>You just want to rub up against his body and-
>"Can I help you two?"
>You momentarily break out of your trance.
"I think we should be asking you that ourselves, Anonymous."
>"Oh right, shit, is it already that time?"
"Yeah, so..."
>Your eyes dart around the room to try to avoid Anon's body, but fall on Pinkie.
>She's panting heavily, sweating, and looking quite flushed.
>It looks like she's seconds away from leaning down and rubbing her nethers.
>Speaking of which, you can get a very good view of her wet marehoo-
>NO RARITY, THOSE ARE IMPURE THOUGHTS!
>Honestly, what would mother think?
>"Wreck that pussy, Rarity."
>I said mother, not father.
>"What he said, don't be a bitch Rarity."
>AWAY WITH YOU GAY THOUGHTS!
>You shake your head, and turn your attention back to Anon.
>Oh please Celestia why.
>Now you're turned on even more!
>...You mean again!
>Stupid sexy Pinkie.
>"Sooo..." Anon says, breaking the silence you realize has lasted for a while.
---
>You are Anon, and you're confused.
>These two ponies broke into your house, barged into your room, and have stood unmoving for several minutes.
>Minutes.
>Well, Rarity had made several strange head movements, but mostly unmoving.
"Sooo..." You say, breaking the silence.
>Having a good guess of what the problem may be, you cover your chest with your arms.
>This seems to break them out of their trance.
>Pinkie is the first to speak.
>"So N-Nonny, whatcha doin'?"
"Just a sport I did back in my world."
>"It doesn't look like any sport that exists in this world." Rarity comments.
"That's beca-"
>"OH MY GOSH!" Pinkie yells, giving you a minor heart attack, "A sport I haven't tried before? I've tried them all, rugby, soccer, baseball, tennis, ponyball..." she continues to ramble.
>Ponyball?
>"-eer pong, everything! What's the name of this sport?"
"...Muay Thai Kickboxing"
>She slams her hoof on the padded floor, somehow emitting a sound reminiscent of a desk slam.
>Once again, scaring the shit out of you.
>"FUND IT!"
"Fund i-" you being to question.
>Pinkie slams into your legs, knocking you off balance slightly.
>"How do you play? What are the rules? Are there balls? Are there points? How many ponies can play? Can -I- play?" She begins to speak at lightning speed, rapid fire questions coming out like confetti from her party cannon.
"I'm not sure if it would be for you, it's a martial art."
>She sits, as if waiting for you to continue.
>Oh right, they probably wouldn't know what that is.
"...Fighting. Punching. Kicking. Beating people up."
>Her brain takes a moment to process this, but it clears clicks once you see her large pupils dilate to become even bigger.
>"I want to try."
"What?"
>"I want to fight!"
>This, you didn't expect.
"O-okay, but I'd have to show you some basics first."
>"I want in on this too." You hear from the doorway.
>You look and see Rarity trotting over.
"Both of you? Umm..."
>You look over the two of them
"I'm not sure this can even work."
>"Whatever do you mean, darling?"
"This martial art was designed around the human body, so..." your tap your gloves against each other, "can you even stand on your hind legs and still be mobile?"
>The two ponies seem to think for a moment.
>Rarity is the first to attempt to stand on her hind legs.
>She doesn't get far before she falls over.
>You walk-jog over there and help her back up.
"It's just like I thought, you won't be able to do this."
>Rarity huffs.
"I thought a 'proper lady' like you wouldn't even be into something like this."
>"Even a proper lady like me needs some way to let off steam."
>Rarity just earned even more points into the cool factor.
>"Hey Nonny!"
>You turn to see Pinkie standing in the middle of the room.
>She has shorts and boxing gloves on.
>Gloves that fit her.
>Not only that, she's standing on her hind legs, perfectly balanced, gloves on her hips.
"Where..? When..?"
>"No more questions, I want to know."
"Know...?"
>"How good you are."
>You smile, and blow air out of your nose at a high velocity.
"I may not be a master, but I certainly know more than you."
>"We'll see about that."
>She gets in the perfect stance.
>At least... as perfect as it can be for a pony, anyway.
>Her gloves are eyebrow level, her feet are shoulder length apart, her right back leg is 45 degrees, and her arms and legs are loose, relaxed and ready.
>Her eyebrows are furrowed, but she's still smiling.
"How on earth did you learn that?"
>"I'm a natural at sports."
>You know what, if you can't beat them, join them.
>Meaning, don't act surprised at her shenanigans.
"Yes, well, a natural first time talent pales in comparison to years of experience." You say as you get into your stance.
>Pinkie looks surprised for a moment, but hides it and smiles again.
>"Arguable. But I suppose we'll see!"
>With that, she comes at you.
"I guess I finally get my sparring partner." You say before you prepare yourself.
>Now, you've spared with many people in your years.
>People much shorter than you isn't uncommon, though this short it is somewhat uncommon.
>Pinkie's head standing up comes up just below your pecs.
>If you two were in direct contact, her face would be buried in your upper abs.
>Also, never have you faced a pony.
>It was awkward for you, and you could tell it was awkward for Pinkie as well.
>You both were in unfamiliar territory, but you still had the experience advantage.
>It's clear she picked up technique somewhere, but she doesn't have much practice in it.
>Leaning down, breaking your stance slightly, Pinkie comes forward with a jab.
>You see it coming, and easily parry it.
>You respond with a quick push kick, knocking her back.
>She comes back immediately, not deterred.
>Much of the fight you're just parrying and pushing, wearing Pinkie down.
>You also distract Pinkie a lot with your body.
>Several times, you use the breaks she gives you to give a taunting stretch, or flex.
>Each time, her shorts get a little wetter, from sweat or something else, you're pretty sure you know.
>The cords of her shorts swing as she dances around, coming forward and back, trying to trick you.
>Her face is beet red, because of several reasons, you're sure.
>You break concentration to look at Rarity, who seems to be eyeing a pair of spare boxing gloves...
>Your thoughts are interrupted when Pinkie uppercuts you.
"Heh, I broke concentration. You won't get another one like that on me."
>"I-i've just been *huff* warming up!" Pinkie does another assault.
>Several minutes later, Pinkie is finally starting to show signs of fatigue.
>Her stance is breaking constantly, her punches are slower and less powerful, and her breathing is rapid.
>Stepping an inch away from her hook throws her off balance.
>Before she falls, you quickly lean out and grab her, pulling her close.
>Her breathing is rapid, and you feel it brush against your bare stomach.
>You gently rub the back of her head with your glove.
>"N-Nonny, you're t-too strong." She says, breathless.
"Don't feel too bad, I've had a lot of practice, and for your first time, you did absolutely amazing."
>Pinkie smiles, and nuzzles her muzzle into your stomach.
>You think you felt her lick you.
>"Oh my god it's salty~..." You think you hear her say.
>Salty?
>Eh, just ignore it.
>"I really wanted to beat you."
"I bet you have a pretty good track record at sports, huh?"
>"Yeah, but usually I have the help of my friends."
"Too bad you don't get any of that here."
>"I wouldn't say that."
"Wha-"
>Pinkie pushes off you, breaking your light grip on her, and before you can react, something slams into your left cheek.
>Sweat and spit flies off you, and it knocks you off balance and several feet away.
>It also knocked out your mouth guard, and sent it flying.
>You manage to catch yourself before you fall.
"Who...?"
>Rarity stands not too far away from you, smiling smugly.
"How?"
>That's when you notice her horn is illuminated, and two boxing gloves come into view.
>Wait...
>3 boxing gloves.
>4
>5
>6.
>6 gloves.
>That has to be hard to concentrate on.
>And Pinkie stands next to her.
>You have 8 gloves to deal with.
>4 people, technically.
"Well this doesn't seem very fair." you say, rubbing your bruised cheek.
>"I like to think of it as... 'friendly' support." Rarity says.
"You know what I think about that?"
>You walk over to where you mouth guard landed, and place it back in your mouth.
>You saunter back over confidently to the two ponies.
"Challenge accepted."
>You have just enough time to get into your stance before the 8 gloves fly towards you.
--- 30 minutes later ---
>The three of you lay panting on the padded, sweat covered floor in your humid training room.
>You lay completely splayed out, with Pinkie and Rarity on your chest.
>Catching your breath is a difficulty.
>Your arms manage to find the power to lazily rest over the two ponies, and they nuzzle closer into you.
>Gah, these sweaty ponies.
>Who are you kidding, you're even sweatier.
>Speaking of which, it's hot as hell.
>Before you melt, you have to get out of here.
"So... how about... a draw...?"
>"D...*huff*Deal..." Rarity says.
>"Tie breaker... later..." Pinkie adds.
>You laugh, but it kind of hurts.
>You were already tired from loads of training, an extra hour of constant fighting wore you out completely.
>Well, you're not as bad as these ponies.
>Groaning, you sit up.
>The ponies slide off you onto you legs.
>That's when you notice the smell.
"Alright, first order..." you stop to take a breathing break, "take a shower the two of you."
>They respond by closing their eyes and cuddling into your legs.
>Pinkie lays on her back, while Rarity it curled into a ball.
>Pinkie's leg twitches when you poke her, and she giggles.
>God damn, that's fucking adorable.
>But it can't stay like this forever.
>The big strong man has to do everything, huh?
>You summon the last bit of your strength, pick them up and take them to your bathroom.
>By the time you get them in the large (comparatively) tub with the water running, you're too tired to leave.
"Fuck it, I think I'll join you guys."
>The two ponies, with the combined previous rest and the water of the shower, finally have enough energy to lazily sit up.
>Not enough to clean themselves.
>Stripping down to your underwear, because who cares if you wear it in the shower, you begin slowly washing them.
>They coo softly as you scrub them down, rubbing their heads into your hands and leaning against you.
>After they're sparkling clean, they hog the lukewarm water and let you clean yourself.
>"Let me help you with that darling~"
>Oh, nevermind.
>Rarity, half-lidded, slides over to you
>"Allow me."
>She takes the loofah from your hand with her mouth.
>Is that safe?
>Nevermind, she spit it out.
>And now she's rubbing the wash all over her chest.
>I thought she said she was going to clean you- oh wait now you get it.
>"My magic is too drained, and I don't want to get soap in my mouth. You don't mind if I use my body to clean you, right?"
>She doesn't give you a chance to respond before she's on you.
>She pushed you so you're leaning back against the tub.
>You probably wouldn't have said no anyway.
>Her fur tickles you as it brushes against you.
>The soft, fluffy touch combined with her warm body would make you drowsy if it weren't for her back hoof gently pressing into your crotch.
>That made you quite aware.
>"How can you be so comfy yet so muscular at the same time?" She whines, though clearly content.
>Her hoofs grab your shoulders and she pushes herself up so she's head level with you.
>Up close, you can see every hair of her fur, her beautiful blue eyes, how her breath smells like vanilla, and just how easily her blush shows through her white coat.
>Your lips are an inch apart from each other, but it appears she's too nervous to do anything.
>Debating...
>Fuck it.
>You lean forward, close your eyes and meet her lips.
>She doesn't seem surprised at all, but instead closes her eyes and returns the kiss.
>The kiss seemingly lasts an eternity, and even though it feels wonderful, you eventually break out
"Sorry to end this prematurely, but you've still got work to do."
>She huffs, but pulls away and turns off the water.
>"Heeey, I was enjoying that..." Pinkie complains, still half asleep.
>You don't think she noticed any of what you and Rarity were doing.
>After taking them out of the shower, towel drying them, laughing at how puffy their fur looked, you leave for your room to get redressed.
>And by redressed, you mean you put on a new pair of boxers.
>"Anonymous, I really don't want to get hot again..."
"My house, I dress however I please."
>You hand the two of them your maid costumes.
>"And you dress however I please.
>"Oh come on, again?" Rarity complains.
"You've been here 2 hours, and so far you broke into my house, beat the shit out of me and made me clean you, I think you can handle it."
>Rarity takes the costume without further objections.
>They begin cleaning up your house.
>You were without them for nearly 5 whole days!
>How did you ever survive?
>"I don't see how it could get this dirty this fast."
"Don't be mad marshmallow."
>"Please don't call me that."
"Oh fine."
>It's not the last time.
"Are you a little grumpy over our moment ending early?"
>She doesn't respond.
"Don't worry, there's still a lot of time left." You say, and give her a quick pat on the butt.
>Rarity yelps, and loses concentration on a feather duster she was holding, and drops it.
>Her head snaps to you with a furrowed brow and a fierce blush.
>You actually take a step back.
>"I-I can't believe you would do something s-so uncouth!"
>You kneel down and pull her into a sudden hug.
"I'm sorry, okay?"
>Rarity hesitates, but returns the hug.
>You scratch her head, and she hums softly into your chest.
"...besides, I thought you were okay with a bit of rough play."
>With that, you lift her off you and flip her onto her back.
"I wonder if you've ever wrestled?"
>"A-anonymous! Y-you're only w-wearing..."
>You lean over her and easily hold her down
>She retaliates by weighing down your right side with her magic and flipping you over.
>Rarity begins attacking your arm, wrapping around it.
>"I-I'll show your big, strong, arm that's almost as big as me who's who!"
>She's kind of grinding against it.
>A sudden pounding in your chest shocks you.
>Pinkie cannonballed into you.
>"You think you can wrestle without me? I am the king of wrestling!"
"Queen, technically."
>"OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"
>Then your vision is covered in darkness.
>Pinkie lunged at your head, and wrapped around it.
>And with only one hand free, you can't pry her off.
>You haphazardly stand up and nothing changes.
>Pinkie is still glued to your head, and Rarity is still glued to your arm.
>But you're not one to give up that easily.
>You sit back down, and pull out your trump card.
>You 'accidentally' brush against Rarity's marehood through her silk maid panties.
>Even with Pinkie facehugging you, and weirdly rubbing against it, you hear Rarity moan and feel her slip off.
>Rarity slides onto the floor and you pry Pinkie off.
>You *gently* throw her down onto the floor next to Rarity.
>With a hand on each of their chests, you hold them down.
>You lean over them, breathing audibly.
>They're flushed, staring at you with a hungry look in their eyes.
>A door opens.
>You raise your head and stare forward.
>The door is in front of you.
>The front door.
>The two ponies below you also strain their necks to look.
>A pony stands in the doorway, seeing you over two horny ponies in maid costumes.
>How will you ever explain this?
---
>"MAUD?" Pinkie yells in shock.
>Yeah, that was needed.
>But it appears Pinkie knows this pony.
>You cough, then stand up.
>Brushing yourself off, you ask the pony apparently named Maud a question.
"Sooo... can I help you?"
>"Yes." She says, emotionless.
>Speaking of emotionless, she doesn't seem very shocked.
>She's half lidded, her mouth is straight, an overall neutral face.
>Though her attention appears to be at your chest, not your face.
>"...Must be hard like a rock..."
>What?
>You shake your head.
"First of all, why are you here?"
>Maud points at Pinkie.
>"Her."
>Pinkie gets up and runs to Maud.
>She's nervously whispering to her.
>You can just barely pick up what she's saying?
>"You shouldn't be here! Why aren't you at sugar cube corner?"
>"Your friends told me you were disappearing during the weekends, so I thought I would follow you to see where you went."
"Hold it!"
>You always wanted to say that.
"First, are the others getting suspicious?"
>"I'm afraid so, I've missed several regularly scheduled sessions with Fluttershy, they have taken notice." Rarity says.
>Hm, you're not sure if that's a bad thing or not.
"Secondly, if you followed Pinkie here, why did you take so long to enter my house?"
>"I went to confirm who's house it was before I entered."
"And from whom did you confirm it?"
>"Twilight Sparkle."
>Shit
>"So does that mean she knows?" Rarity asks.
"I suppose so. But she can't prove anything, so you should be fine."
>You smile.
"Just remember the golden rule, if they can't prove anything, deny, deny, and deny."
>You should have been a lawyer.
>"But, Maud knows that you've made us your slaves!" Pinkie says.
>"I didn't know that until now." Maud says.
>Pinkie slaps herself in the face.
>"Pinkie, please don't say anything further.
>This is an issue.
>"Maud, please don't tell anyone!" Pinkie begs.
>"I have to tell them, they wanted to know what you were doing here."
>An idea sparks in your head.
"Maud, I have a proposal."
>She turns her attention to you.
"First of all, let me explain the basics, why they're here specifically and what they have to do."
>"Anonymous, why..." Rarity begins.
"Just trust me Rarity."
>With that, you explain everything to her.
>The bet, the winning, the teasing, everything.
>"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because my proposal is that you arrive with them."
>"I do not wish to be your slave."
"I understand that, but I didn't say you'd be my slave."
>Though it's hard to tell, you think she's processing that information.
>She gets it... you think.
>You swear you see the edge of her mouth raise ever so slightly.
>But it returns to normal as soon as it comes.
"I would really like the help."
>"I would like that."
"You make it quite obvious." You say sarcastically.
>Pinkie interjects
>"W-wait Maudy, I don't think you want to-"
"abupbup, she already said yes."
>"She's my sister, it's weird!"
"I don't think slaves are ones to critique their masters."
>"There's that trump card again..." Rarity adds.
"It's my royal flush." You turn to Maud, "and Maud, be here anytime after 10. There's no limit for you though, so feel free to take your time."
>"Okay."
"Speaking of which, it's time for the two of you to go."
>"Has it already been that long?" Rarity says.
"Yep. I'll see the three of you off."
>You walk them to the door and open it for them.
>Without anymore protests from Pinkie, they begin to leave.
"Oh, Maud?"
>She turns to look at you.
"See you tomorrow." and you give her a wink and a winning smile.
>She stares for a moment, before turning away and walking.
>Her tail seems to be swaying more than normal.
>They get a short distance away before you think of something
>Damnit, you're too curious.
"Wait, Rarity!" You yell.
>Rarity trots back in a huff.
>"Any reason you had me run all the way over here?"
"It's like 20 feet."
>"I really don't want to work up anymore of a sweat than I had already."
"I- You kn-*sigh* okay I just wanted you a quick question."
>You take a deep breath expecting her to speak, but she appears to be waiting patiently.
"You didn't seem to oppose the idea of Maud being here. Why is that?" You question.
>"A breath of fresh air."
>...
"That all?"
>"That is all, yes."
>Her eye is twitching.
>That's clearly not the truth, or at least the full truth, but you can't prove anything right now.
"...Alright, dismissed."
>Did you just say dismissed?
>Surprisingly formal.
>"See you tomorrow, Anonymous."
"Bye bye." You say while closing the door.
>The door closes with a click, and you take a deep breath.
>A new surprise has reared it's head.
>Your head is swarming with ideas.
>A partner in crime? Will this really be beneficial?
>...
>Yes, yes it will.
>You feel giddy.
>Tomorrow can't come fast enough.