>you are anon
>you had decided to cash in one of your sick days to enjoy a long weekend
>now you’re sitting out on your lawn in your rickety old lawnchair and working on your tan
>you didn’t get to be this lovely shade of green overnight
>how the fuck that works, you don’t even know
>taking the day off was a pretty smart move in all honesty
>there were some bizarre news reports about some gigantic pink horse thing 
>apparently it had attacked a nearby city the other day
>it managed to level a good portion of downtown
>you’ve heard stranger things
>good think you live out in the suburbs
>not like anything could possibly happen out here, right?
>right?
>you’re not going to let anything bother you today though
>you’re sure the nosy old lady who lives next to you is already phoning the authorities for public indecency
>she should get off your back, you’ve got a pair of swim trunks on
>whatever, today’s your day off and nothing could possibly ruin it
>this is going to be the best day of your life
***
>you are anon
>and this is the worst day of your life
>you don’t even know how the fuck you went to gently sun tanning to cowering in your home
>but here you are
>probably started when you noticed the water in your drink rippling
>goddamn jurassic park shit in here
>you probably should’ve fled after the first one
>but you figured that it must’ve been a minor earthquake or something
>you definitely should’ve fled after the second through tenth ones though
>by the time you’d gotten up, you saw her down the street
>the news reports were true
>a huge horse stood across the way
>except it wasn’t pink 
>well its mane was
>the rest of it was bright yellow
>and it was staring right at you
>and now it was coming for you
>you froze on the spot, rooted like a deer in the headlights
>it wasn’t until the quakes of her hoof steps knocked your drink over you that you broke out of your stupor
>you had to get out, and fast
>you question the wisdom of trying to drive away when one of her hooves obliterates a neighbor’s truck
>shit that thing was heavy duty too
>it just crumpled like it was paper
>your indecision cost you, the monsterhorse was now much closer
>you made for your car, grass crunching under your bare feet
>the creature was on you in a second
>it had jumped at the last minute, impact cracking the pavement and knocking you back
>vision swimming, you looked up at the gigantic horse as it open its mouth
>staring into a maw larger than your entire body, you braced for the worst
>the worst never came
>instead it…spoke
>this thing could speak, and in a decidedly feminine voice
>”Oh you poor, poor thing. You must be so cold and alone.”
>it actually had a nurturing tone to it, like someone who found a bird with a broken wing
>you look frantically around, searching for any means of escape
>you see your car is still parked nearby, if you could just…
>as if she read your thoughts, she also looks towards the vehicle
>”Oh no, I saw some of these earlier. They were going so fast!”
>”I can’t possibly let you near one of these, you could hurt yourself!”
>a titanic hoof rises from the earth and slowly, almost painfully hovers over your car
>she gingerly places it on the roof
>it’s large enough to completely cover the entire vehicle
>there is a moment of absolute silence
>and then her face contorts into a terrible grin
>the kind that shows way too many teeth
>the hoof slowly pushes down on the car
>there is a sound of creaking and twisting metal as your best chance at escape is slowly flattened before your eyes
>the glass cracks and shatters as the cab is inexorably compressed downwards
>the whole thing slowly sinks closer to the earth and it is finally pancaked into a mess of broken glass and crushed metal
>she twists her hoof back and forth on top of the destroyed vehicle for good measure
>she turns back to you, horrible unhinged smile gone
>she leans her head in close
>unsettlingly close
>you could probably reach out and touch her snout if you weren’t afraid that she’d take your whole arm
>she practically whispers into you
>”Tell me, what’s your name?”
>you’re still on your back
>the reptile part of your brain is screaming at you to run
>the intelligent part is asking you if talking with monstrous horse is really a smart thing to do
>it doesn’t matter though, your mouth seems to move of its own accord
>”A-anon. My name is Anon.”
>you’re still frozen in absolute terror, unable to move
>you can’t tell if it’s a caring or a manic glint in her eyes as her front hooves slowly surround you
>she repeats your name in an almost dreamy manner
>”Anon…”
>it was love at first sight
>or at least unhealthy obsession at first sight
>you were just unlucky enough to be the first target she managed to focus on
>so much for putting all your points into that luck stat
>just before she completely blocks off all routes of escape, the sound of sirens shatters the moment
***
>old Gladys Cooper didn’t have many things to look forward to in life
>really one of the only joys she had was spying on the neighborhood through her permanently closed blinds
>she had seen the whole situation play out and had immediately called the police
>a pet that dangerous (and untrained!) was surely against the law
>maybe now that troublesome whippersnapper would be forced to finally move out and she could enjoy her tapioca in peace
***
>the monsterhorse’s face suddenly contorted once again
>this time it was a visage of unimaginable rage
>how dare anyone interrupt HER time with HER anon!
>she bolted to her hooves and turned around to face the source of the sirens
>she was so consumed by the sudden anger that she didn’t notice a small green figure take off towards the home behind her
***
>you were literally saved by the bell
>or rather siren, you don’t care
>the moment broken, you find yourself in full control of your muscles again
>adrenaline pumping, you take advantage of the momentary distraction of the gigantic pony
>you knew that she’d be able to catch you easily in the open but maybe you could force her to lose interest by hiding out of sight
>you took off, sprinting towards your front door
>frantically opening it and locking it behind you
>you take a moment to rest, with your back to the door
>outside, you hear the sounds of police sirens and shouting over a megaphone
>they’ll be able to handle her, right?
> you’ll still be able to make it out ok, right?
>maybe everything will be just fi-
>your train of thought is interrupted by a sickening crunch of metal as the police siren is suddenly cut off
>ok maybe you’re doomed
>there is a few moments of deafening silence as bullets of sweat pour down
>deciding to risk a quick glance, you tiptoe to one of your front windows and peer out through the blinds
>you’re greeted to the sight of a gigantic eye
>the pupil rapidly shrinks to focus on your face peeking through
>ohshit.jpg
>you hear her voice in an almost singsong manner
>”Don’t worry Anon, I took care of all the scary people.”
>”You can come out now.”
>”Nothing will be able to bother us now.”
>just before you fled from the window, you managed to get a glimpse outside as she moves her face back
>on the other end of the street is the police cruiser
>or at least what remains of it
>It was compacted into a neat little ball
>the officers were nowhere in sight
***
>on the roof of the nearby house, Officer Kowalski woke up with a splitting headache
>dazed, he looked around and spotted his partner, Officer O’Brien on the roof of a house across the street
>they were both stripped down to their boxers and their weapons were nowhere to be found
>they didn’t even have a walkie-talkie to call in for backup
>or a ladder
***
>ohshitohshitohshit
>you are in full panic mode now
>time to get out of your front room and towards the relative safety of one of the inner rooms of the house
>one without a window
>and many, many walls between you and the crazy monsterhorse
>you hear her voice behind you
>”Anon? Oh no, are you ok in there? What if you’re hurt? Or what if there are more scary loud men in there with you?”
>”Don’t worry, I’m coming in to get you!”
>as you run up the stairs to the second floor, you steal a glance behind you
>the light filtering in to your front room is suddenly blotted out as a hoof crashes through the wall
>another hoof smashes through your kitchen on the other side of your house
>ceramic and glass crash to the ground as cabinets are ripped open
>silverware is sent flying like grapeshot, striking the wall opposite
>your favorite table gets the worst of it though, reduced to splinters by the mammoth hoof barreling through
>both limbs sweep back and forth, clearing furniture and structures left unmolested by the first punch into the building
>they course together, ripping through walls and finally coming to a stop at the front door
>the door, made of heavy wood itself, doesn’t fare much better than the table did and is firewood in seconds
>the hooves clack together with a loud clunking noise and recede, taking the rest of the outside wall with them
>where once there was the first floor of your house, there is now a gaping hole
>the portions of the floor above it are barely holding and already have begun sagging underneath
>the yellow beast wastes no time in peering through destruction she made, catching a glimpse of you retreating to the upper floor
>harrumphing in frustration, she sticks a hoof into the breach, attempting to stop you from getting any deeper into the house
>you barely make it to the top of the staircase when it explodes behind you, the hoof slamming into it like a battering ram
>spurred into a further panic, you dive into the room closest to you, the master bedroom
>outside, she is unable to reach any further and so pulls back
>after a moment of contemplation, she places a hoof on either side of the uncollapsed second floor
>she places her chest right up to the face of the building and begins squeezing it in a tight bear hug
>the wood begins to groan and protest before it begins to splinter
>however, the building proves too resilient to compress by squeezing 
>after a few minutes, it still manages to hold together
>changing tactics, she opts to lift a hoof over the offending parts of the house
>the same twisted smile from before grows on her face
>she wouldn’t be kept from her Anon that easily
>bringing the hoof down, the weakened structure hardly gives any resistance as it cleaves through wood and brick
>porcelain from the bathroom cracks and falls apart as exposed pipes spew water over the wreckage, turning it into a soupy mess

>one portion of the second floor still juts out over the destruction
>eyeing it with amusement, the monsterhorse gently taps it with a hoof
>it shifts slightly before collapsing as well
>your study tumbles to the ground
> books and paper from your personal library flutter about 
>you battlestation is dashed on the rubble below, delicate electronics ruined
>satisfied that the way is now clear, the monsterhorse steps forward, further smashing any large pieces of wreckage left
>all that’s left in her wake is dust and rubble
>the entire front half of your home is completely obliterated but you’re still cowering in the back half
>trapped like a rat caught in a mousetrap, you’ve nowhere to run
>expecting a merciless hoof to come tearing through the door in front of you, you brace for the worst
>once again, the worst doesn’t happen
>instead, cracks form along the top of the room as the whole roof wrenches and is lifted up
>tossed aside like a frisbee, instead your vision is replaced with the sight of the monsterhorse’s face
>”There you are! I was so worried”
>her muzzle approaches closer and closer to you
>she gently grabs you between her teeth and you’re hoisted up
>before you even have a chance to start panicking about staring into her mouth, she deposits you outside
>you’re surrounded by yellow on all sides
>her two front limbs slowly close in and press you to her chest as she lies down
>you’re squeezed close to her chest and you can feel the powerful heart beating inside
>”Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe. No one is going to take my Anon away from me.”
>as her eyes shut in contentment, you realize that no matter how hard you struggle, you can’t break free
>you resign yourself to being stuck for a while
***
>some hours later, it’s the mid afternoon
>Gladys Cooper has been impatiently waiting for the authorities to take that damned pet to the pound
> having enough, she grabs her walker and hobbles out to give her inconsiderate neighbor a piece of her mind
>walking up to the sleeping creature, she looks at the mess
>even his house is a dump!
>can’t even be bothered to keep the property value up!
>”Now see here-!”
>she doesn’t get any further when the large creatures eyes suddenly open and contort into a look of pure rage
>Gladys stops in her tracks, frozen by the sheer hatred being directed at her
>a growl builds from low in the creature’s throat
>”Eeh, nevermind, have a lovely day neighbor”
>she turned around and shuffled doubletime back to the safety of her home
>content that the intruder was gone, the monsterhorse sighed contently and nuzzled next to her prize
>no one would take him away from her

Fin