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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id=".22Helping_Twi_Recover.22.28AiE.29">"Helping Twi Recover"(AiE)</span><a href="&quot;Helping_Twi_Recover&quot;(AiE)#/editor/1" title="Edit section: &quot;Helping Twi Recover&quot;(AiE)" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />Background: This is my second Magnum Opus. When I was in the middle of writing &quot;No Home for Anon&quot;, I struggled to make a second green with as much character and emotion. I finally did, and this is the result. This may be my number one favorite of what I've written...<br />� � � � -Beans (Fui)<br />_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br />&quot;Oh thank god!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit down on the ground, sweating profusely as your heart pounds so fast it hurts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sound like a dying dog.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you want to get bigger muscles, you have to make a bigger effort, Anon,&quot; Twilight giggles as you desperately chug your water down like it's the last water you will ever have.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put the cap back on lid of the water bottle and lay down with a thud.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel so sore, your skin so hot that it feels unbearable to be in it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Face it, kid--you overdid it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Weird since you've ran this trail before, and it was relatively easy. Time to see how much there is left to run...</span><br />&quot;Ok...how much further?&quot; you ask between wheezing breaths.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your fitness pal seats herself beside you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Let me see&quot; Twi says as she uses her magic to get the map out of her saddle bag.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She unfolds it and holds it in her hooves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks at her map, but her face turns to a grimace as she starts to wince.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh boy...&quot;</span><br />&quot;What? Something wrong?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your friend gives you a sheepish look and a shy chuckle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking adorable, man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, we might have gone two...or four...maybe five...extra miles more than necessary...&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Excuse me?&quot; you ask as you start to twitch.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm sorry...but--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at her in with an unamused expression, one that puts the mare under pressure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You,uh, at least you got more exercise!&quot; she puts an exaggerated smile on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Excuses...</span><br />&quot;Ah well, fuck it. Let's get back to town&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at the large fields around the sides of the road, the afternoon horizon of the sunset planting down on it after each passing moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, time to go home.</span><br />&quot;It's getting pretty late, huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight nods in agreement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Indeed. Let's get home then~&quot; her horn glows purple and it's magic bubbles around you two.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a flash of purple and pink, you and her are now back at the Castle of Friendship.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;....You still expected it to be Golden Oaks Library?.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It hurts every time...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight looks and smiles at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You return the smile back with one of your own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight grimaces and gags immediately, suddenly repulsed by you.</span><br />&quot;Jeez, is my smile-face that bad?&quot; you ask self consciously.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight frantically waves her hoof back and forth, fanning the air away from her nostrils.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ack! No, but your body odor is!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sniff your sweat-stain armpit of your shirt.</span><br />&quot;It's not that bad is--OH GOD.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It smells like old coins and a dead skunk that was pissed on by a crazed hobo bathed in rotten dairy products and liquid OP's mom's vagina.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;?.what the fuck, brain?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shhhhhh?...just let the writing flow, writefag...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;O-ok then...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anyways, Twilight covers her nose in disapproval of your odious bod.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Take a bath for Celestia's sake! You smell terrible! Imagine if someone like Rarity came in!&quot;</span><br />&quot;You don't mind if I use your bathroom then, do ya?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I don't care, you have to shower!&quot; she says coughing with watering eyes.</span><br />&quot;Okay, sheesh.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take your shirt off to put it in her wash later as she continues to talk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;In a few books I read, it says that bad B.O. is a sign of bad dietary habits, lack of exercise, and many other things involving unhealthy choices. You shouldn't be too smelly when you work out, we're trying to stay on shape after all. And judging by how bad you sm?.whoa. Never mind....&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop walking, stunned by her abrupt silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She stopped talking about what she read.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She never does that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, ever. It's like a commandment or shit, bro.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look back at Twilight who is staring at you like you're a living ice cream cone and you're her favorite flavor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...And maybe she wants to lick you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to see what's up.</span><br />&quot;Twilight?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She just stares slack-jawed at you.</span><br />&quot;Uh, hey, you alright?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't respond.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight just stays still like a wax model at a wax museum.</span><br />&quot;Fucking-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You playfully slap her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ow!&quot; she says.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It did not fucking hurt her, that lying sack of shit.</span><br />&quot;You're welcome. Gonna tell me what that was all about?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's ears perk up, but quickly lean back as she blushes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, uh, I don't know if I can say it without sounding creepy...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise your brow with a staid face.</span><br />&quot;Try me. I'm used to creepy.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're putting pressure on her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give her this look for about thirty seconds or so until she cracks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay, you win! J-just don't take this the wrong way, alright?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Okay...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Don't take this the wrong way' sounds like it may seem offensive...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fold your arms causing Twilight to look away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...You were really muscular before --like, a lot-- but instead of staying in shape ever since we've been doing this together, you've gotten even....stronger. J-judging from the way you look, that is...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She trails off as she starts to look at your excellent chest muscles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I mean, seriously, you've made great progress!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She knocks her hoof at one of your pecs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How do you do it? I'm STILL trying to lose a ton of fat.&quot;</span><br />&quot;My eyes are up here. Stay focused, Twi.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She snaps her head back up to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, heh. Sorry.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug.</span><br />&quot;It's alright, I trust you seeing me. I know you don't think of me that way.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're right, now for the love of the sun...bathe!&quot;</span><br />&quot;The sun's setting Twilight. It's getting dark.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Then by the moon, I don't care, just shower!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Guess you're gonna shower now.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, your friend Anon got even buffer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How it's even possible he could be even more muscular, you don't know, but he did it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Anon have been excessively working out together more often, but at least you could see your results like you could see his.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you're getting a really nice body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your wings were pretty flimsy, but now they're large and strong as tree branches of a redwood tree.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The feathers are healthier looking too, once a duller shade of a grayish purple but now a healthier color to match your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your posture has vastly improve as well as your endurance, and with a well shaped body, you'd say you could definitely rival your friend Rainbow Dash in a race.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, you wanna hoof wrestle her, but you'll never willing say that...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taking in all of this, you can't help but smile to yourself thinking of Anon's generosity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was his idea when the paparazzi saw you eating wildly at a chain restaurant, and have ever since been spreading gossip and rumors of you being a 'Twiggy-Piggy' in the papers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then came other rumors that were basically flat out lies in the tabloids about your diet and weight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It got so bad you hardly went outside anymore...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One night, you finally came up to him, teary eyed after reading the papers and magazines and found yourself beginning to stress eat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's when you were really scared for your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begged him to help you be confident about your body and to teach his beneficial lifestyle to her through Applejack's farm labor and regular exercise.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He agreed you two would workout together, but not only by doing work at the farm, but because he wants some extra muscle despite the lot he already has (even if he doesn't see it).</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And by the moon, he certainly has a lot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From that day forth, Anon has been coaching you in some aspects, while you coach him in others.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both watch each other's health as you watch your own in this beneficial partnership you've formed.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You admit you certainly feel less self-conscious about your figure now that you are getting in shape, but clearly it's doing more wonders for Anon than you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's saying a lot, because you look waaay better than you did a while back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you should read up on more exercises?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After all, reading has taught you how to be a good runner for the fall of the leaves, pacing yourself to preserve energy for the end of the race.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thanks to that book, you've even taught Anon a thing or two about professional running today, and it's definitely worked well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe with Anon's experience and expertise with your books and resourceful knowledge, you and him could become the healthiest people of Equestria...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Engage-mad-scientist-mode</span><br />&quot;Spike!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You immediately hear the tiny dragon's footsteps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a moment of waiting, he finally gets to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, Twilight?&quot; he says in a ready voice.</span><br />&quot;There you are, Spike.&quot; you say patting his head much to his annoyance.<br />&quot;What I need you to do is a very simple task. I need you to retrieve any books on healthy living and exercises, please!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You got it!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The dragon zips off to follow your orders.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The warm water of the shower is very nice, but unfortunately doesn't reach high enough to pour down on all of your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pony showers are not for creatures of human size, so naturally it's too small in the shower.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, it's built like a regular shower, and you can fit in it, just with uncomfortably restricted movements.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rinse the soap off of you and turn off the warm water.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You step out and look for a towel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bathroom was very pretty thanks to being made of crystal, and was stylized very beautifully, but lacked personality that made you revere the comfortable and quirkiness like the Golden Oaks Library.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;God you miss that place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;thepainstilllingers.jpg</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;thepainstilltriggers.gif</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you find and grab a towel, you're met with yet another dilemma.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's too small for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As usual</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Reasons like these are why you love your house so much, custom built for you and your needs to be an exact replica of your human home</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh well, you cover your crotch area as best as you can</span><br />&quot;Twilight! Can you come over here!?&quot; you holler<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wait for a response</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know if she hears you or not, but you wait patiently for a holler back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;One minute! Be right there!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh good, she yelled back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a moment you thought she ain't no holler-back girl...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight arrives behind the door and knocks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What is it? Do you need me inside?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Towel's too small, so no. My junk is hanging out, and I'm not willing to go walk around naked in your house.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight pauses on the other side of the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, you're desire to constantly be clothed....was that from your society or a personal quirk of yours?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not this argument again...</span><br />&quot;I know you guys are used to nudity, and I won't judge, but I have 'other reasons' I won't run naked throughout the town.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear Twilight sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fine, I'll see if Rarity can come by with a specifically large human towel. She always is making stuff for you, ya know. She says you give her inspiration.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle.</span><br />&quot;I only work with the best. But hey, isn't she like, ten minutes from here and ten minutes back on Mane Street? And Isn't it retarded to run down Mane Street at night?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not if I run.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh, pardon? I thought I was talking to Twilight, not a fucking idiot.&quot;<br />&quot;I'll take a run to her house and get more exercise!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You love Twilight's enthusiasm to get her body in shape, but you're not sure if she should run down that road.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mane Street is pretty wild at night, and it's hard to see where you're going in the dark.</span><br />&quot;Through Mane Street? At sundown? Twilight, don't you fucking--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Later, Anon, I'll be back with a human towel, alright?&quot; she yells as you hear her her leaving the castle.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, fuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eager to find Twilight, you run out of the bathroom--nude mind you--and grab your regular clothes, not wanting to put on the smelly workout clothes again, and run out the door to find Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you run out the door and into the night to find her, Spike comes in holding a stack of books, grunting as he holds the ton of reading material up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, uh, Twilight? I-I got your...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He lets down the heavy stack of books as he pants</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...books.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He wipes the sweat from his forehead as he leans against the book tower</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twilight? Uh, hello?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spike looks around for anyone, and looks suspiciously at the open door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He shrugs, and walks to close it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;WAAAAAAAIIIIIIIITTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, the greatest thing on Earth flies and crashes into the purple dragon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Spike yelps as he gets knocked down by a grey and yellow blur.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Groaning, he opens his reptilian eyes and sees a pair looking right back at him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, at least one eye was looking at him...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Special delivery for a special somepony! Oh, hi Spike!&quot; she says with an adorable smile as she still lays on top of him like a cat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, hey...you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare with the yellow mane and grey coat tilts her head and gives a confused look</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don'tcha remember me, Spike? Derpy?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, would you be offended if I said--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nope!&quot; Derpy cuts Spike off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Here's your mail! Oh, I recommend you get a door. Word is the weather ponies messed up again, so we got a storm tonight!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But it's just left open...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's why I'm gonna get out and grab me some more muffins!&quot; she says in the delightfully sanguine voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare giggles happily as she flies off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, the cutest and most lovable pony flies away into the night sky leaving a boggled Spike alone to close the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Weird?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He tears the letter open with a claw.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, it's from Mom and Dad?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's hard to see in the night of the sleeping town and a storm must have been scheduled for tonight as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd fly if you were able to do so with the wind as strong as it is, but you keep on pushing forward.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're almost halfway there!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You think?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The furious rain blasts into your eyes like speeding bullets fire in a war zone, and visibility is very limited.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You squint so the rain doesn't hurt your eyes, but this only hinders your vision even more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The roaring thunder and crackling lighting ravage the black night sky as Luna's moon shines hauntingly behind the rumbling clouds, the wind howling as they move across the hardly visible sky.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The road below your hooves is also bumpy and gravely; it's not stable at all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could easily trip and hurt yourself if not careful.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you see it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Carousel Boutique just in front of you!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suck it, Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You arrive at the front doors thankful you made it just before closing time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you hear something big snap from behind your left.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn to see a tree falling with you right below its shadow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you can even attempt to scream, you can only whimper a single word.</span><br />&quot;Timber...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The rest is all black.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be...who?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Who are you again?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twi-Twibright?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twi...light?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, that's it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Twilight Snorkel...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No, that's also not right, but oh well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel kind of tired.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More like exhausted.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And broken.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear a high pitched and monotonous beeping that stirs you enough to slowly open your heavy eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everything's blurry but your vision focuses steadily and slowly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The whole room you're in is white from what you can see.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A figure sits in a chair, seemingly asleep as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He has a bunch of things around him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, it looks like...</span><br />&quot;...Anon?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your voice sounds dry and raspy, and your skin feels like leather.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You must be thirsty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon seems to hear you as he wakes up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;T-Twilight...?&quot; he mumbles as he still somewhat wakes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, his brain sparks and he practically jumps out of his seat and leans over your cot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks over you for a minute with a concerned look on his face, but eventually smiles warmly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Rise and shine&quot; he says gently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He opens the door of your room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, can we have a nurse?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What's going on? Where are you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A nurse heads to the room as Anon shifts himself back to you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How're you doing? You feel alright?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're so confused...</span><br />&quot;Anon...where...what...?&quot; you ask tiredly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel like you've been beaten up by a legion of golems.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He sighs as the nurse, a gorgeous white mare with a figure blessed with beautiful curvature and a glorious pink mane, steps up to you with a pleasant face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her cutie mark is a Red Cross.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hello your highness. I'm nurse Red Heart, and you've been in the hospital for about two days asleep with us. A tree fell on you during an out-of-control storm two nights ago. You've been incredibly lucky, and I--&quot;</span><br />&quot;C-can I have some water?&quot; you ask with a dry throat, starting to wake up more, but still feeling lethargic.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course you may, Princess. I'll be right back.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't help but think of what a soft voice she has, deep in her chest, but soft and breezy like a humming choir that reverberates through a church at a wedding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Red Heart exits the room with a slight bow to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she leaves, you just barely catch a wink from her aimed at Anon, who's eyes widen a bit as his face flusters.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When she's out of eyesight, Anon looks at you and mouths,&quot;did she just--&quot; to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give him a shrug before he dismisses the thought away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at Anon, forgetting about Nurse Red Heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He sits closer after seeing you want to say something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When he does, you begin to do just that.</span><br />&quot;How long have you been here with me?&quot; you ask him with a hoarse voice.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon scratches his head for recollection.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I think I slept here for a night, but the second night they got me to leave. Came back first thing when I woke up,though. Haven't left since yesterday morning.&quot; he says, the morning drowsiness seeping through his voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks like a mess, purple circles, bloodshot eyes, and on his face is an admittedly attractive five o'clock shadow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Other than the stubble though, he looks exhausted and worried sick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The girls came by, but they were too busy to stay as much.&quot; he explains to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon's eyes look apologetic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm really sorry, but it's just been me here mainly.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile.</span><br />&quot;But you being here makes it up to me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;This gives Anon a smile that warms you more than him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nurse Red Heart walks back in with a cup of water with a bendy straw in it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Here you go, Princess&quot; she says with a nice smile and hands it to you.</span><br />&quot;Just call me Twilight, Ms...Red Heart, was it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She nods her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;As you wish, Twilight.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nurse Red Heart stands idly (occasionally looking at your body, though) as she expects Twilight to take the cup of water from her hooves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead, purple pony just stares at it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh no...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You forgot to tell her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight scrunches her snout as she tries harder to levitate it to herself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes her a moment to figure out what else the tree has done to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh fuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What happened when the tree hit me?&quot; she says a bit too phlegmatically.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Red Heart wisely backs out of the room.</span><br />&quot;Well, uh, you broke your right wing...&quot; you say cautiously.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh huh....&quot;</span><br />&quot;...you got a really bad concussion...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You curl up in fear not wanting to face her wrath.</span><br />&quot;....You broke y-your horn.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wow, she's actually taking this quite we--</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You horn is broken, your wing is broken,you are a basically an earth pony with fucking brain damage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh wait, you can't even walk because of the concussion, so you're hardly an earth pony either!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tap the broken horn on your head sadly.</span><br />&quot;Please tell me my horn will grow back?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon looks to the nurse.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please tell her if her horn will grow back,&quot; he repeats almost desperately.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Red Heart picks up her clipboard and clears her throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can safely assure you it will. I will let the doctor know you're awake. He'll be with you in just a minute.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, Nurse Red Heart leaves the room to you and Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wipe a bead of sweat off your forehead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, you know it isn't gone forever, the only question is how long til it grows back?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not as sleepy as your were moments ago, but that doesn't mean you felt sleepy from the painkillers you were on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You motion Anon over to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He obliges and sits by your side.</span><br />&quot;Anon, what exactly happened last night during the storm?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon takes a breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You mean two nights ago?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, that.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I tried to find you and I did. Just so happened you were trapped under a tree unconscious right in front of Carousel Boutique's doors. Rarity let me in and called the ambulance.&quot;</span><br />&quot;But only my wing and horn broke?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He shakes his head no.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You had some cuts on you that healed now, but you were bleeding out then. Badly. We were a bit scared you'd lose your blood. Oh, there's also a severe concussion from the impact.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Ok, so I ran down Mane Street in these harsh conditions and end up nearly dying...but you just happened to survive the storm without a scratch?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, lifting that fucking tree gave me a splinter,man.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That makes you giggle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He always makes you giggle.</span><br />&quot;Oh poor you, at least the doctor gave you a lollipop after it, right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He pouts and folds his arms.</span><br />&quot;Aw, poor widdle Anon didn't gets his wowipop?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Poor little Anon didn't have to keep you from bleeding to death and die alone under a piece of wood. Especially after warning you of being friggin' retarded.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Touch�.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ten minutes go by with Anon talking with you about your condition.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...That is until you hear the door to the room open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An average-sized unicorn with a coat the shade of pencil led walks in with his doctor's uniform on of a lab coat, stephiscope, and that weird thingy doctors always have on their heads.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If it weren't for the fogginess in your head, you'd remember what they're called...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His mane is slickly combed to the back, but still rather unkempt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hard to tell if it's gel or grease that gives it that sheen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Either way, it's not that good looking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The doctor clears his throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I see that Anon has explained the situation to you?&quot; he says looking through his clipboard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, that wasn't too bad of a wait.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Probably cuz you a princess now, zigga.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His Trottish accent is quite bizarre sounding, yet charming.</span><br />&quot;Uh, maybe a little,&quot; you say.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Despite the doctor's rather handsome and symmetrical face for his age, he still seems quite stern with lines on his face from his stressful job.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He puts his clipboard down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's alright, lass. Although I still am required to help you, so here's wot ya do...&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Later?.</span><br />&quot;I can't believe this.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nah ah ah! You know you want it!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grumble at Anon who holds the spoon full of mashed potatoes.</span><br />&quot;Stop treating me like a filly, Anon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Here comes the choo-choo train! Choo! Choo!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grrrrr...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open your mouth reluctantly as he puts the spoon in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yuck, you hate mashed potatoes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shiver as you swallow the culinary atrocity.</span><br />&quot;I hate you, Anon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, doctor's orders, you have to eat these potatoes so your horn grows back. Ingredients or whatnot are suppose to help you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;But how does that even work?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon is about to answer, but finds no way to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He instead comes up with a brilliant hypothesis...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;....Magic?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Ugh.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon looks at you with friendly eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, I know you hate it here. I get that.&quot; he says understandably, &quot;You know what, though?&quot;</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon makes a smile so big and cheesy that you can't help but smile too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's why I'm here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your eyes.</span><br />&quot;I told you that I don't mind if you stay here or not to placate me...&quot; you say with a blush.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon scoffs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please, you really wanna spend seven days here by yourself?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's got you there</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's what I thought.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He gets another spoonful of mashed potatoes ready for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Open wide&quot; he sings cheerfully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give a grimace but comply with his sadistic games.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After all...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...It is just the last bite.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swallow as liquid pride fills you eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good job!&quot; he praises you like a dog.</span><br />&quot;I have no words to describe the immense hatred I feel for you right now...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're a good friend too.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Friend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That word shakes you for some reason...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That word feels close, but not accurate to what you see him as now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What /do/ you see him as?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's when it hits you as hard as the tree did.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He just saved your life the other day...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's your hero!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You place you plate down with your unsteady hooves.</span><br />&quot;You saved my life, Anon...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He smiles cockily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yep.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...When am I gonna get outta here so I can hug you to death?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon holds his hand on your shakiest hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The shaking stops immediately as his eyes give a comforting glow that shines on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His hand feels so warm on you, heat radiating off of it and being absorbed by your hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've never realized how cold your body was, but you're shivering!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's like a corpse from being so stagnant.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just five and a half days and you can leave. Then you can hug me to death.&quot; he says soothingly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Talk about a good friend.</span><br />&quot;Thanks Anon, really...I think I'm going crazy here,&quot; you chuckle.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon smiles cheekily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You mean you're not already?&quot;</span><br />&quot;...dingus.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fall asleep.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be morning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be waking up alone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon's not here this morning much to your disappointment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh well, you told him he didn't have to come after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just weren't expecting that it'd be so quiet or boring, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or lonely...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You yawn just when you hear a knocking on the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You perk up hoping its Anon, but meet with just the doctor instead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Morning to you, Princess. I have some good news and bad news.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Can you tell me the good news first?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You will be leaving earlier than expected, for starters.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He flips through clippy the clipboard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You see, your Alicorn physiology heals �bruises and broken bones much more faster than us wee little ponies.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's excellent!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You might be able to get back to the books at your place.</span><br />&quot;Really? So I'll be at <span class="nu0">100</span>% percent?&quot; you ask eagerly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Trottish doctor reels back with a look of judgement.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a tilt of his head, he looks at you quizzically.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Of course not, that's fookin' ridiculous! I said your bones ought to heal faster, not at light speed you daft idiot! Your wing will still be like a snapped twig!&quot; he says.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This colt is an absolute jerk!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know this sounds very self-indulgent, but you're a princess who's saved the very world he lives in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd at least expect as much respectfulness returned to you as a regular pony would.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The doc continues to be a prick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The wing is a complex piece it is. It got itself too many little bones in there to heal immediately. Now stop havering with me and lemme tell you the bad news.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bite your tongue so you don't yell at him.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The bad news is you must stay in bed at home with supervision from a friend until you recover.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;T'is gains be better and better, doth it not?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel a sharp flare of anxiety in your chest as your breath quickens at a frightful realization</span><br />&quot;So...Spike...will babysit me while I recover?&quot; you whimper out with a fearful look in your eye.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The doctor nonchalantly nods.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You got friends you little scunner. Stop whining and give them a call.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You would if you could, but so far, they all seemed to have important plans this week.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't exactly want to sound mean, but they haven't been with you that much.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hell, they've been so busy you've hardly seen them at all these past few days!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But then you remember something...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon arrived to see you!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He came by the last few days, and he stayed a few nights before while you were unconscious!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...but he's not here today.</span><br />&quot;Maybe ONE of them can, but he seems to be pretty busy at the moment, too.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;This rouses the interest of the doctor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh really? Well, sounds like you'll be with Spi-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, sup?&quot; Anon says as he enters the room with....with a packet of flowers and a book?</span><br /><br />&quot;Anon!&quot; you cheer.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How's my favorite princess doin'?&quot; he says as he hands the flowers to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sniff them and get a whiff of the beautiful scent.</span><br />&quot;They smell wonderful, where'd you get these?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon shrugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Roseluck had them on sale.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon's face then changes from happy and nice to a neutral as his eyes meet the doctor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And I suppose you two were in the middle of something, doc?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The doctor still remains his anal self.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, we were discussing where the lass is gonna stay at while she-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, oh! She can sleep at my place!&quot; Anon says as he raises his hand like a kid at school desperate to answer the question.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The doctor gives a cold glare in response to which Anon stops from intimidation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry, I usually need breakfast or else I get kinda loopy. I just ate a super sugary muffin, and now I really really really feel hyper.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The doctor sighs as he rests his hooves on his temples.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sure, why not. Just make a decision soon.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The doctor briskly walks out with his trusty clipboard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon sits, silently looking where the doctor left to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The fuck is his problem?&quot;</span><br />&quot;He's Trottish?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You honestly don't know what's wrong with him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe he should see a doctor himself?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So, you wanna stay at my place while you recover?&quot; Anon asks with a charming smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel very giddy, but hate to say this...</span><br />&quot;I would like that, but I'm pretty sure I can manage being with Spike.&quot; you say with a sheepish giggle.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, Anon jumps.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh! By the way...&quot; he opens the book he brought in with him revealing a yellow envelope.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He hands it to you which you try to open with your unicorn powers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing happens except for a fart like sound coming from the remnant of your horn.</span><br />&quot;Oh, right,&quot; you frown, &quot;my magic's gone.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man that got you down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't even open a fucking letter without your powers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You would do it Earth Pony style had you been raised to do so, but you were taught to use magic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up pitifully at Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you need him to open the damn thing for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon chuckles at your weakness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay, okay, I got it.&quot; he says reassuringly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He gets the yellow letter in his unique 'hands' as he uses those dexterous fingers of his to tear it open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, what do ya know? It's a folded scroll!&quot; he says with fake astonishment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He ponders for a moment from his own words.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Or would that make it a fold? Eh, fuggit. I do wonder what amazing genius fold it and sealed the thing in an envelope to make a princess upset about being a reject earth pony?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eye twitches, but Anon smirks like the shit fuck he is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It was me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, kind of figured that out, thank you.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon made fun of you, a cripple.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He put a fucking scroll from Spike, folded it, and slipped it into an envelope just to see your misery at remembering your incapacity to use your magic.</span><br />&quot;That's cold, Anon. Even for you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He shrugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, whatever. Anyways...&quot; he hands the scroll to you, &quot;I got no idea what's in this, but Spike wrote it for you to read here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon unfolds the scroll (or the fold?) and hands it to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You read it aloud for him.</span><br /><br />&quot;-Dear twilight,<br />I've gone out to Canterlot to see our mom and dad. They need my help at the house for some reason. I think it was something about mom getting a bad fall, and dad too busy to care for her...but hey, who knows? Since they know you're too busy as a princess, mom's gonna need someone at the hospital and to help her out while she recovers at home, so it's going to be me only.<br />-Spike<br />P.S. Your books are on the floor. Ass.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh that's got some iron with that nickel!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Get it? Ironic? Eh? Eeeeehhhhh?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh fuck you guys.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put down the letter in a rightful and justified stage of disbelief.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That is just....just..No.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There're just aren't any words to describe how coincidental that was.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Fucking wow' are the best words you can come up with, so yeah, fucking wow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon sees your bizarre expression after hearing you read and is at least trying not to poke fun at you and be proper for once.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at him and he looks back with a pained look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I'm trying so hard not to laugh at you, but the more I hold it, the more I think a part of me breaks on the inside.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh someone's gonna break alright...&quot; you growl with gritted teeth.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What, like your horn?&quot; he blurts out just as quickly as he covers his mouth with a gasp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This guy right here. This guy wants to die, man. Seriously.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh my god, I am so sorry!&quot; Anon says with his hands in the air.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's howling in laughter, and resembles a dog caught shitting on your stuff, yet strangely proud of the deed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You huff out a breath and purse your lips, but motion with your hoof he's okay.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For now...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon looks to switch the subject until his eyes land on the book he brought with him to hold the envelope.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He smiles wiping a tear away from his eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;By the way,&quot; he says with a curious sounding note,&quot;I forgot to tell you something.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh? What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He slowly raises the book in his hands with a cheerful smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The smile increases when he sees your own.</span><br />&quot;My book!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon was holding the book that was at your castle and couldn't retrieve.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck being immobile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I thought you would be interested in reading this, but judging by how much you suck with hooves....&quot;</span><br />&quot;...You're going to read to me, aren't you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He ruffles your mane in response which causes you to giggle like a filly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know it.&quot;</span><br /><br />...<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Daring Do studied her surroundings. A bleak, dismal and gray chamber. No, a dungeon. That's it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She got up to her sore and wobbly legs with a groan. Looking at her khaki colored legs, she found an incredible amount of bruises and sores with so many black and blues that it looked like an explosion of injuries and lacerations.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Daring snapped out of it with a jump as she hears a grizzly, male voice from outside the bars in the darkness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mornin'.&quot; the voice said. Daring glared in the voice's direction, but the shadows and lack of light made it impossible to see the voice's face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Who are you!? Why did you kidnap me?!&quot; she demanded.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The voice scoffs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're welcome for rescuing you, then.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Rescuing a girl by putting her in a dungeon is not exactly rescuing her,&quot; the bruised mare said with bitterness in her voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do ya want any bandages or not? I was just about to wrap&#160;?em for you, but you can do it since you're fully awake and capable,&quot; the voice said.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He didn't sound like he had ill intentions, and if he were to rape or kill her, he surely would have done so by now...right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Daring Do sought for a response, but.....</span><br /><br />...<br /><br />&quot;But what?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But then the princess of friendship was getting too excited before bed,&quot; Anon says to you adding his own explanation of what happened.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He closes the book shut with that same yellow envelope as a temporary bookmark.</span><br />&quot;What do you mean? It's only--&quot; you shut your mouth as you look at the clock.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;1:30 a.m.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't worry, I'll be back in the morning. Promise you.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon sets down the book much to your disappointment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh well, he'll be here in the morning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn off your lamp as you hear Anon's footsteps from the hallway as he looks for the exit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The repeating pattern is so much different than that of hooves when walking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sound of his walk is steady, rhythmic, and in a way you can't describe...calming.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like drums putting you to sleep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thunk...thunk...Thunk...thunk</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You loll to sleep at the steady beat.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Morning.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You startle awake at the sound of the voice. You look to the door to see Anon walking in with baggy eyes and the book in hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stretch your front legs and yawn as your mind starts to rewire itself.</span><br />&quot;You too,&quot; you murmur.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon chuckles at you as your eyes are half open and your mind half asleep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Heh, you seem tired. Want me to come back later?&quot; Anon offers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, almost spasmodically, you are instantly awake.</span><br />&quot;No! No, no, you're fine, really! You don't have to go at all!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You totally just freaked out over Anon leaving, didn't you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon looks nervous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Smooth, Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Smooth...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, looks like you seem fine enough. So how did you sleep?&quot; he asks you nondescriptly as he pulls the chair closer to your hospital cot.</span><br />&quot;Well, the painkillers make it easy to doze off, y'know.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Figured&quot;</span><br />&quot;But it definitely clonks me out. I was sleeping like the dead.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon tilts his head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;B-But the dead can't sleep,&quot; he says sounding like a little foal, &quot;C-can they?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grow a playful grin of false evil.</span><br />&quot;But of course they do my dear friend, mwuahaha?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You expect him to play along with you, but he only gives you a disappointed look.</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh nothing,&quot; he says as he waves his hand dismissively, &quot;just the lamest evil laugh I've ever heard.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You huff and roll you eyes at the human.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like Anon can do an evil la-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lm_GPkOfVKI&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ok.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's pretty fucking evil.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon starts to laugh casually at the face you made in response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? Can't handle my epic acting? Took classes ya know.&quot;</span><br />&quot;......meep.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was some cold icy fear he gave you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, uh, sorry,&quot; he says blushing, &quot;too much?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tremble as you stutter out words.</span><br />&quot;T-too much...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to speak more clearly.</span><br />&quot;Y-you're too good at that...I'd compliment you if it weren't too spooky for me...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He catches that and looks at you with a childlike curiosity despite his age.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Really?&quot; he asks almost kind of touched, &quot;You really think so?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How do you answer that..?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'YES!' would be a good answer for the moment...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You may not see him act that often, but last year he helped assist the school for a play.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You saw him practicing with them, and you were pretty damn impressed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ironically he has massive stage fright...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, you can hear his skill when he's reading to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's almost enchanting at how immersed he is with everything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For every different character he has a different voice and it sounds like the character does in your own imagination, exactly the way you hear it in your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't help but get mesmerized when his rich voice reads to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's like drugs for the ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Think you can answer me instead of staring at my ape face?&quot; he asks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snap out of your train of thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you still remain a bit shaky from his intensity.</span><br />&quot;Oh yeah! Definitely!! You're amazing!&quot; you say.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Thanks.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Clearly he didn't believe your over enthusiastic tone.Oh well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He finally gets back to the book.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;So where were we?&quot; he mutters as he skims to the paragraph he left off at.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ok, here we go.&quot; he clears his throat and a rich voice comes out of his mouth to narrate.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Daring Do fights for a response, but exhales as she sits on her dungeon's cot as the shadowy stallion walks in, magic holding a medical kit...&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The day you were suppose to leave is here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your friend, Anonymous, has spent literally everyday with you, reading books with his fabulous voices.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He gave you something to look forward to everyday.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If he weren't there, you think you'd be nuttier than a peanut farm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unfortunately, there were complications within the hospital, and you had to stay another week.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This place was very unorganized like that, you came to notice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course your other friends came to visit, but only a few times a week and for a very short moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon was constantly there with you, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Today on the other hoof, he didn't come. He wasn't late, he just said he couldn't make it through phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So here you are, alone in your hospital room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eating Mashed Potatoes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The loneliness isn't the worst part. It's just being here without Anon is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's just...weird? Is weird the word you're looking for?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reluctantly take another spoonful of &quot;potatoey goodness&quot; as Anon calls it and shudder as you swallow it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It taste worse than usual.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you should think about something else?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, uh...the room!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah what a room. The ceiling's a bit tall, but at least it makes it more roomy. Oh and those dim lights!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They...complement the dreariness of the place! Yeah!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Totally not bored or alone here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nope.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not at all!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;... �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking dammit you're bored.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give up and lend yourself to the boredom and dreariness of the place.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Today's the day! Finally!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Trottish doctor that you and Anon have affectionately named behind his back &quot;Doctor Doucheshittle&quot; is in the room with Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Awright, Princess,&#160;?fore we get you out of this place, I want to check and see if you can walk and move on your own. If you can, you won't be needing to stay with nobody. Alright?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod and step out of your wheelchair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...And face plant the floor into unconsciousness.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Later?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, at least Anon will be there to help you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, the trial of whether you were fine on your own failed miserably.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Apparently, your concussion is still pretty bad, and your balance is out of whack from your broken wing and missing horn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just as if you cut off a cat's whiskers, you cut off their balance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just didn't know that counted for wings and horns too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon pushes your wheelchair with a sorry smile as you sit there with hooves folded and a face of a pouty child.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are displeased.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Immensely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just feel like a burden to Anon who will be your slave until you heal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've offered too many times for him to back out if he wants, but bashes it away with the fact that you have nowhere else to go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And unfortunately for him, he's right.</span><br /><br />&quot;Look, Anon, I really appreciate what you're doing for me, but you don't owe me this.&quot; you say to him.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put your hoof on the handle he grasps to push you with.</span><br />&quot;You've done far more than enough.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon continues strolling you to a chariot as he ruffles your mane.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know I don't owe you, you were the one dumb enough to go out during the storm.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not what you were expecting...</span><br />&quot;Yeah, like how you were dumb enough to do it yourself so you could save me,&quot; you retort as you give him a cheeky grin.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He rolls his eyes and sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You wouldn't do the same for me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Clever&#160;?un ee is awright.</span><br />&quot;Of course I would! But staying with me at the hospital like that, taking me in until I've recovered? I mean, my other friends were too busy, and when they weren't, they only spent a short time here. That's ok though and what I expected. What you're doing is...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is the best thing for you right now. So, why don't we go to my home and get some grub?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are lifted into the wagon as Anon sits by your side.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Later...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, here we are!&quot; he says as the vehicle comes to a halt.</span><br />&quot;Finally! It's been thirty minutes! How far do you live out?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Meh, not too far.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He pushes you inside his humble abode.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The interior's as cozy as the outside, constructed with precision and calculation, but clearly not for any special reason other than to live in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Weird, but you like it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's like a cabin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It feels really big inside despite the size of the structure looking about as big as anypony else's house, but inside, the ceiling was very high.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can tell this house was tailor-made for the only human in existence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whatcha think?&quot; he asks as he smiles at the sight of his beloved house.</span><br />&quot;...It's weird.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Pardon?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Weird, as in odd,&quot; you try to stroll your chair through more of the house.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see lots of bigger than normal household appliances.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only make sense.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's a pretty big guy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wonder how big his bed is compared to the colossus that is your mattress at the tree castle?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Almost as if he reads your thoughts, he rolls you away to another room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His sleeping quarters.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And here is where you'll be sleeping.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He opens the door to a very cozy bedroom with a shelf loaded with a multitude of books. The bed was certainly not as big as yours, but rubbing your hoof on it, you would say it is just as soft and cozy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still...there's that weird thing that nags the back of your head about this place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This whole house. Where have you seen a house like this before?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;....of course!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This was a human's house!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just like the one where you went to when you were a human!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...yeah, that was an odd adventure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Never knew how potent human hormones were.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swear you had this thing for a dude named...what was it? Brad? Oh well. You like guys with brains, not with...with...oh god he has nothing that makes him individual.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon eyes you like you're a cat with a dog out of its anus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What are you thinking about?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grumble in regret at the thought of Brad.</span><br />&quot;Boys...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Excuse me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Wait. Uh, fuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your face brightens as the heat practically sizzles on your flushed face.</span><br />&quot;Uh, nothing!&quot; you say a bit too loudly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you sure? You started to get pale when I heard you. Something I need to know?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You waves you hooves frantically.</span><br />&quot;Nope! Not at all!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon looks worriedly at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to sweat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You don't look so well, Twi. Here, get in the bed.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Get in the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Get in the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Get in the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Get in the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That sudden, authoritative voice makes you blush even more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, he snaps his fingers in realization.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, right, lemme help you.&quot; he says.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He slips his arms under you and picks you up like a foal from the wheelchair.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Uh, oh my...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tips of your ears feel hot, and you get a bit steamy when Anon puts you in the soft bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shouldn't be feeling this, why are you feeling this!?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He pulls the covers up and tucks you in gently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly and steadily, Anon touches you on your forehead with his dexterous fingers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your breath becomes ragged by the intimacy as Anon remains focused for finding a temperature.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His skin slightly bumps against your horn, making you suck in air from the sensitivity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He sighs as he moves his hand away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You feel kind of clammy, Twi. Definitely got a temperature.&quot; he says with a sympathetic look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You'd think the hospital would be more careful about keeping everything as sterile as possible,&quot; he mutters.</span><br />&quot;I, uh, I...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What?&quot;</span><br />&quot;*cough*&quot; you cough awkwardly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You need something to drink? I'll be right back.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He leaves the room with a face of concern and worry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He remains none the wiser as you sit on the bed with a flustered face.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Twilight Sparkle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What just happened with you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No, seriously, like what the fuck just happened?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lay inside the bed feeling steamy and?.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...stuff.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I-It's just that you're brain was completely messed up there for a moment!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All in your head, that's all!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's all, you swear!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, the way he picked you up with those strong &quot;hands&quot; and told you to &quot;get in bed&quot; would clearly make any girl blush and tremble, even you!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's only more uncomfortable when it's your best friend who so happens to be responsible of saying &quot;get in the bed&quot; with a macho-man's voice...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dammit, Twi, it's just you being a girl and over contemplating the interaction you two just had, that's it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing more, nothing less!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're just reacting the same way any mare would when someone acts that close to them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing else to it...At all. Period.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take comfort in that solution you craft, and exhale deeply, allowing the bed to gobble you up in its covers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon walks in the room again, happy to see your &quot;fever&quot; dying down quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, here ya go, Twitty Spitty,&quot; he says smiling as he puts a large glass of water by your bedside...or technically his bedside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You figure it's so big because, well, hands, but also because of human's bigger bodies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You infer that since he is so large, approximately 6 feet, he must drink 16 glasses of water a day, twice as much as the pony equivalent to 8 glasses!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod appreciatively with a smile.</span><br />&quot;Thanks, Anon. You're great.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to telekinetically lift the water with your magic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just use your horn and-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh right, you can't.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You then reach over to the giant human glass, picking it up with you hooves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You then try to drink, the water being too far in the deep glass for your muzzle to reach unless it splashed in your face, but also too narrow to squeeze your snout in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Snrk...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Dammit, Anon.</span><br />&quot;...Get me a straw,&quot; you say, folding your front hooves while pouting, repressing a smile of your own.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon bursts into tears of laughter.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I actually grabbed one already. I just wanted to see you struggle,&quot; the evil sadist smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He gets a straw out from holding it behind his back, and drops it into your water glass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There you go, your highness.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You know I don't like being called that...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry your majesty.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon's such a shit, you know that?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you fucking love him anyways.</span><br />&quot;Anon, stop treating me like I'm a Princess. You know I want to be treated like anypony else would be.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, hence why I'm serving you while you stay in MY bed.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, yeah because you...!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait a minute!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A realization just hits you from what he just said.</span><br />&quot;...This is your bed?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon shrugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, um, yeah, it is. I'm going to be sleeping on the couch--if it's big enough for me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What do you mean&#160;?if it's big enough for you'? Are you telling me you're potentially sleeping on the floor for me!?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And only you,&quot; he says with a playful wink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh gosh, you can't do that to him!</span><br />&quot;Look, Anon, that is extraordinarily kind of you and I can't say thanks enough for that, but I can't take your bed away.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He stands still for a minute, thinking of a response.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When he does, he looks at you like a big brother would.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twi...&quot; Anon says kindly to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He starts to sit on the bed while he gives you an appreciative smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You've been so kind for me when I came here to Equestria. I couldn't do anything, I was injured, and then you found me in the middle of the woods. You let me stay at your Library, helped me adapt to this world, used your royal privileges to make me a home, and set me on track for life.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He holds your hooves in his hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;My life here is because of you, Twi.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes start to water as your quivering lips form a smile.</span><br />&quot;Anon, I...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He hushes you as you're pulled into a hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This place is your's Twi, and you're literally always welcome here. Always.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By the sun...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't help but cry a few tears as he holds onto you tightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel strange doing this, but a good strange.</span><br />&quot;Th-Thank you, Anon...that actually means a lot to me...&quot; you sniffle while your head leans on his shoulder.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He holds you, stroking your mane just perfectly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No...thank you, Twilight.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's been ten minutes and you're still in shock by what he said.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You, Twilight Sparkle, just have received the most meaningful thanks in your life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And believe me, you've been given many thanks by many a good few ponies.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That, though...that just swept you off your hooves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, guess you'll be sleeping in his bed tonight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear and smell something walking to the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon's back again with dinner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He walks inside holding two bowls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey Twi, dinner time,&quot; he says in his soft and benign voice.</span><br />&quot;Oh yay...more mashed potatoes...&quot; you deadpan.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why don't you actually look at the meal before complaining?&quot; he chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do so, curious with what his intentions may be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You expect something to disgust you knowing Anon's mischief, but instead find...something else.</span><br />&quot;Anon, what on Equestria is this?&quot; you ask, holding the bowl to Anon.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He cocks his brow at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? You never had sauerkraut?&quot; he asks.</span><br />&quot;...I'm half Japponese, Anon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon groans.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's German.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...you mean Germane?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, German, but it--Oh, wait. I'm in Mystical Ponylands and shit. Uh, yeah, I guess it is Germane then.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh, so are all the countries in your world related to any sort of names affiliated with your kind? Is that why it's called GerMAN?&quot; you ask legitimately.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon puts his palm over his face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-yes. I am from Humanville...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Really?&quot; you ask interested in this strange information.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He starts to giggle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nah, I was stopping by in a town called Louisville while on a trip home.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Lew-EE-ville?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yep, that's how it's pronounced.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Rhymes with Ponyville...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah...not really. Anyways, just try the sauerkraut. I made it myself,&quot; he says, picking up a fork with the said sauerkraut.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You may not want to admit it, but you actually kind of like Anon feeding you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know it's weird, but you can't help it!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He just makes eating a bit more fun, you know?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open your mouth for Anon to put it in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He plops it in for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to taste the sauerkraut and pucker your face a bit in a grimace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You don't like it?&quot; Anon asks you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake you head no and swallow it.</span><br />&quot;That a lot of vinegar,&quot; you say.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He shrugs while he eats from his own bowl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not only did he make sauerkraut in his bowl, but something else he seemed to be hiding from you, tilting his meal away from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to get a peek at it, but he leans it away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gee, that's not suspicious at all...</span><br /><br />&quot;Anon, what are you eating?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He starts to sweat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sauerkraut,&quot; he says a bit too fast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You squint your eyes at him to which he falls under pressure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He sighs in defeat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay, fine! It's Blutwurst! Don't judge me! I'm a carnivorous meat-eating hell-hound! It's just the way I was born mom! You wouldn't get it!&quot; he says too dramatically.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He shows his plate with a sausage with the meat squeezed out of the skin, the meat covered in some weird bloody-like substance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knew humans were omnivorous according to Anon, but this is crazy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More like carnivorous according to this...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon recoils away with closed eyes, fear of being shunned.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead you laugh much to his bemusement.</span><br />&quot;Anon, why would I judge you for eating flesh?&quot; you ask him.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now he's very confused.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait, shouldn't you, like, be fucking disgusted by the fact I'm eating this?&quot; he asks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle now realizing the situation of little Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He thinks you're not aware some creatures eat meat casually?</span><br />&quot;Anon, I'm used to seeing meat eaten. There are griffins that exist, you know. Carnivorous eating habits are commonly accepted by all sentient beings,&quot; you say calmly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon seems to lighten up at that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh. Whew, that's good,&#160;?cause I like, really love to eat meat.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Wow Anon, you put meat in your mouth all the time then, I bet!&quot; you remark suggestively as a joke.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey! My stallion loves me very much!&quot; he jokes back in a &quot;flamboyant&quot; voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The two of you just laugh for a while while eating in his bedroom on the bed.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was like a classy evening, except without having to act classy!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The night's nice, the atmosphere is friendly, and most of all, Anon is really smarter than he let on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You never knew how thoughtful he was, or his views on life, but what he says is thought provoking.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's incredibly wise to say the least, but not in a grand way like Celestia or Luna.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No, Anon is different in that he plays to the small things of the world and embraces them happily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hearing him talk on such a discerning level makes you feel like you're special, like you've always known him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wonder if he feels the same.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But if Anon is actually quite clever and nice, why does he act so...so &quot;Anon-y&quot; all the time?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wait for him to finish what he says about how he sees life as a grand theater, and finally find a moment to ask him this question.</span><br />&quot;Anon, you're smarter than you let on,&quot; you say complimenting him.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;....Yeah, s'pose I am.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He chuckles out a little sigh as he stacks his empty plate on the bedside on top of your own.</span><br />&quot;Then why do you act so differently in front of everypony else?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looks slowly down at the floor as you can almost imagine your question echoing in his mind, and he looks deep in thought, searching through memories.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His posture starts to deflate, and his light smile subconsciously fades to a small and subtle frown, so hidden it'd take only a genius to see it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then his eyebrows raise nervously, eyes widening in some form of fear you can't name.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe you shouldn't have asked him this?</span><br /><br />&quot;I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon snaps out of his trance and talks a bit quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? Oh, no, it's nothing, I just remembered something.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give him a curious look that he obviously sees.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He may not want to tell you, and you aren't making him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're just letting him know he can confide in you.</span><br />&quot;Anon, I can see it's not just nothing,&quot; you say.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can see his breathing pattern change as his blinking increases and the shakiness in his extremities and lack of eye contact tell you that whatever it is on his mind, it's not pleasant.</span><br />&quot;Look, you can tell me anything you want, Anon...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, I know, bu--&quot;</span><br />&quot;But I'm here for you, like you've been here for me. If you need to tell me what's wrong, just say...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I forgot to turn off the sink!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He immediately runs to the kitchen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That makes sense...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit in the bed awkwardly, a light blush spreading across your muzzle, and spaghetti comes out of your non-existent pockets.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oops.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;'Kay, you turned off the sink, and now you, Anon the Human, walk back into the room you've made for Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her sleep is more important than yours after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Plus, your couch isn't too bad to sleep on?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you like a sore neck and back, that is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anywho, you walk in the room where purple princess pony sits patiently awaiting for you to come back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The blush on her face sticks out in contrast to her purple fur and the white covers of the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you just made her feel awkward, didn't you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you're near her, she notices you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey!&quot; she says trying to sound casual.</span><br />&quot;Hi. So, yeah. Sink's off now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's trying so hard not to act embarrassed, but you can see it in her nervous expressions.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Best to calm the poor girl down a little. She's got enough goin' on with her injury.</span><br /><br />&quot;Yeah, hey...sorry about giving off the wrong impression. I'm not some &quot;tortured&quot; soul and shit like you thought...but I'm still flattered you'd be nice like to me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight breathes out a breath in relief, exhaling all dat nasty awkwardness out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Heh, yeah. I guess I was just trying to be a friend.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit on her bedside like you did moments ago.</span><br />&quot;Well, it was still reassuring. I mean, sure nothing TRULY dramatic was going on...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You ruffle her mane eliciting happy giggles from her.</span><br />&quot;...but I know who I can talk to when there is.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I guess it'd be me paying you back for this,&quot; she remarks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at her with a cocked eyebrow.</span><br />&quot;Twi. I am always in your debt. You're the reason I'm not a homeless creature alone in an entirely different universe from his own home. Staying with you at my place is so easy. I'm happy to help you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks uncertainly away from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, you're too good to me. You can go to bed now if you want, you know. I'll be fine.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Want me to read to you before I go to bed?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;....Ok, maybe a little.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><br />&quot;Night, Twi,&quot; you say from the doorway.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The lights are off, and the mare sleeps like a baby in your bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's probably getting a much healthier sleep than any drugs they put in her could do at the hospital.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She murmurs something in her sleep, something you don't really understand well, but you still smile at the adorable pony.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You close the door and head out so Twilight can sleep in peace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;....Welp. To the couch muthafucka.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You head on over to the couch that really needs to be replaced. Like, seriously. It's not only breaking apart, but it's breaking YOU apart when you lay down on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An uneasy sleep eventually captures you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be Twilight Sparkle, and by golly the library has never looked cleaner!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're glad you've got this wonderful library-tree here. It's your true home, and nothing could ever replace it!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;EVER.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sort your books on the shelf happily as Spike naps on the cat you've for some reason never knew you had.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck it who cares?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, you feel so good you could just call Anon over and dance at the party!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What party?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know! Isn't that great?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk away and boom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're suddenly in the living room of your crystal castle of friendship.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because that's where've you been this whole time, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What? You think we're in some dumb-shit tree?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lol where are we again?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Meh, screw it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You use your magic horn and pick up that phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't even dial the numbers, it just goes to Anon!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear his voice on the other line.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;S'up?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Don't you want to do the dance?&quot; you ask your perfectly normal question that fits in this context.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...No, the sharks are out. I'll be there in ten minutes.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With that, you beam happily, the phone apparently never existing in the first place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Das neat-o-rooni.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anyways, where'd Anon go to?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twi?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down at your little dragon buddy, Spike.</span><br />&quot;Yes? What's wrong, Spike?&quot; you ask with no thought. He looks scared.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Y-you see that door?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Go in it.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A large and intimidating door is in place of the wall behind, blood red.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look back to Spike only to see nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As in literally nothing at all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, everything's a black void, surrounding you and this floating door in its blackness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You float, gravity no longer applying to anything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You panic, yelling for help, wriggling around in nothingness, only for nothing to bare witness to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, the door opens.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why in the name of the sun did it have to open?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Inside lays a room of nothing but flesh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Muscles, intestines, internal organs of all types compacted into this small and cramped space was obviously horrifying, and you felt an uneasiness in your stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It isn't before long that you start screaming once the walls start to form something out of the remnants it's made of.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tendrils of veins, intestines, all of the nastiest things you can think of start to press into a giant ball in the center of the room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you realize what it is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The more it is formed the more it resembles something close to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A heart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It lays held by the tentacles of organs, thumping harder and harder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And from it's center...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It opens a crying eye as a cut forms as if by an invisible blade.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your face pales as you then notice the cut below the eye start to open.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The heart starts to make a weird sound from the cut, a whining murmur in a hushed mare's voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can barely understand it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look at me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You listen closer?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Look at me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Look at it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now it says nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just stay there floating in front of it it with fearful eyes, waiting...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;LOOK AT ME.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shriek in terror as it screams again and again, out from its &quot;mouth&quot;, bleeding veins and gooey organs wrap around you like snakes of rotted meat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you scream, you notice that your voice is gone...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, all the oxygen is gone!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're gasping for any shred of air but it's no use, you're going to die.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The struggle for oxyg---</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;TWILIGHT!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scream, shock pulsing through you like electricity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your chest races like you're about to die, and your shrill screams make even you cringe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Something's shaking you!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop screaming, panting in exhaust, gasping for air as if you had been in a race.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Your heart slows itself as you look in front of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;TWI!? Are you ok!?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You say nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon looks terrified for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His mighty hands grip your shoulders as he holds onto you like a balloon about to be blown away on a windy day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stare blankly with wide eyes with tears of fear pooling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twi, what happened? Are ya-&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He doesn't finish as you wrap your hooves around him crying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon is taken aback.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...bad dreams?&quot; he ask simply.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sniffle meekly.</span><br />&quot;Mmhm?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rub some of the tears away, and Anon strokes you soothingly as you coo into the crook of his neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, me too.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and him lay down, hugging each other tightly.</span><br />&quot;Stay with me tonight...please?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He kisses your cheek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'd stay even if you asked me not to.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No response is needed.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Good morning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know who I am?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I am the stray line of thought, the one you have when you're awake, and don't even know it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I'm that thought that wakes you up slowly, steadily, and remain forgotten when the rest of you starts to catch up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which is now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Welp, time to get and up have breakfast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're pretty hungry this morning, and you'll be busy like usual.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or in other words...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time to get up and do some things!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It should be like most days, you know, busy as ever, filled with sorting books, writing documents, messaging your royal friends, and--!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyelids rise up like curtains presenting a stage in a theater.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All thoughts that snapped you awake drown as you start to remember.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship, youngest pony to transcend into royalty, and one of the smartest ponies in the world.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you're sucking on Anon's ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop all thoughts realizing this, the tip of the ear in your mouth, and feel a certain heat on your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You start to suck more as you don't want to him to wake at the difference of pattern, but slowly decrease the pace til you can stop.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wow...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just sucked Anon's ear-tip so he didn't wake up to find out you were sucking on his ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Paradox much?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead of books, books, and more books, you get a sore and broken body and sucking on your friend's ear and having to slowly stop sucking it so he didn't wake up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Welcome to princess-hood, Twilight...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now you're pretty freaked out about sucking your host's ear in your sleep, but not that much...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not jumping at this because dammit by the sun you're mature, and you're pretty awake already so you can handle this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blush, sure, and your face is as red as a firetruck and internally you're flipping out?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least he doesn't know ye-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mornin' Twi.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck everything.</span><br /><br />&quot;Uh...how long have you been awake?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He yawns gently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were expecting it to be loud and brutish, but it's not that way at all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's a satisfied yawn, or rather a pleased one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not too long, maybe an hour or two. Surprisingly it wasn't you that woke me up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's been awake for a while, yet he hasn't got out of bed?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's odd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then that means...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit.</span><br />&quot;W-why didn't you just get up if you've been awake?&quot; you say trying to play it cool.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;If he thinks you did it in your sleep, maybe it won't be as bad--</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know...ya could've just stopped sucking my ear when you woke up and then apologize.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;DAMAGE CONTROL INITIATE, ENGAGE SPAGHETTI CONTAINMENT MODE.</span><br />&quot;I-I de?.uuuuuh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;FUCKING SHIT THERE'S A BRAIN WIDE MALFUNCTION!?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;DAFUQ IS HAPPENING?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;......fuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know how to make this sound less weird, but here it goes...</span><br />&quot;Uh, y-yeah, I know. I didn't wanna wake you though by your unconscious mind noticing a change of pattern in my...actions. Kind of like when you pet a dog that sleeps, but it wakes once you stop.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You inner nerd always spews out when you're nervous and embarrassed?.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon grins at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Sorry, but like I said, I've been awake for a while.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So then why didn't he get up?</span><br /><br />&quot;You could've woke up without me, though...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He tiredly chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But then I'd wake you up.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open your mouth to say it'd be alright, but it's like he can read your mind before you can even do it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And no, it wouldn't be okay if I woke you up. You need your sleep since you're injured.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's then he starts to rise from the bed.</span><br />&quot;So...you're not too freaked out, are you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He waves a hand dismissively.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bah,&#160;?course not. Weirded out maybe, but I ain't judging you. Last night wasn't exactly our most pleasant.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle awkwardly, following after a silence of awkwardness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or at least you think it's an awkward silence?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He doesn't seem to mind it as he opens his closet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's when you see that he's shirtless.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His muscles roll as he sorts through his closet, and you stare completely mesmerized.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hooves start to feel a bit shaky the more you look on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I-it's just because he's good looking...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing more or nothing less, of course he's gonna make a mare blush, even you, a friend!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That doesn't mean anything, it's just a response that has nothing to do with emotional perspective unless you let it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart races at the sight of his well developed back muscles as he mutters something about &quot;not being able to find it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shouldn't be staring, and you know that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yet you do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twi, stop staring.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're still staring...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Stop staring!</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're being rude to your friend, even if he isn't aware.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This can create wrong ideas! Very wrong! He's your FRIEND.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just...look somewhere else.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes avert to the covers on the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure he doesn't care he's shirtless near you, but you doubt that he'd be okay with his close friend ogling him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Meanwhile, Anon shuffles around his closet some more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He finds &quot;it&quot; and puts the fuzzy blue garment on, tying it around his waist.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It looks like a comfy robe...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He smiles and senses some discomfort emanating from you, not knowing why (or you hope he doesn't know why).</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, he wants to help, and he does.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Did you know Rarity made this robe?&quot; Anon asks you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You eagerly jump on the chance to lose thoughts of shirtless Anon.</span><br />&quot;Er, I thought they were imported from Canterlot?&quot; you say with uncertainty.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, my first clothes were. They kinda sucked, being made by the government and shit for clothing an alien, but I didn't care too much. Least I was covered.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He immediately draws you in with his inviting and friendly tone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon can always catch a pony's interest in any story....</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You listen to the tale hanging on every word like it came from a great wizard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The way he uses his words to tell the story captivates you, and the sound of his voice smoothly wraps around his listeners.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He knows how to get a pony's attention, that's for sure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon stretches before he continues.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Now, funny thing is I had to wait for the clothes to be made. It was a whole three days worth though. Now, yes, I do know it's hard to make clothes at such a fast pace, but seriously, I was in nothing but blankets, tarps, or anything I could conceal myself with.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He chuckles for a second in recollection.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's odd.</span><br />&quot;What is it? Something you remember?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He smiles.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;One of the first questions I, an alien that'd just hop over from a universe and been traumatized, was asked when I first met some officials was &quot;Why do you wish to be clothed constantly? Is there a deformity you wish to conceal?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit with a deadpan face.</span><br />&quot;Really? Who asked you that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon shrugs nonchalantly as he pulls out slippers from his closet's bottom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Any wealthy person, scientist, or government official. The princesses were the only ones who actually gave a shit when I said why, though.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br />&quot;Yeah, respect is an odd thing in Equestria. I don't understand it or how it works, though I find most reasons for respect towards one quite undeveloped.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon points with a smile like you pulled a sacred sword from stone and laughs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I know, right? It's so hard to find respect that's actually respectful. People can admire someone or something for something they contributed, something they helped to make as a better person, something to aspire to?&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Yet they only like hollow celebrities with no touch of reality!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Yet they only like hollow celebrities with no touch of reality!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whoa.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Did you and him just say the same thing at the same time?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Uh...Great minds?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's...weird.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wow...you see it like I do,&quot; says Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down dismally and exhale.</span><br />&quot;I have subjects that straight-up fantasize about me according to Luna. They see me more as a celebrity than a pony, a blank model to spread gossip about, to go and have rumors that are flat-out lies or to create an image that doesn't represent me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel a bit sad now.</span><br />&quot;They don't see me as the little librarian anymore with quirks, or that one mare with the cute dragon. Now I'm just &quot;Oh, princess! May I take a picture with you?&quot; I mean, I have a personality, but ponies seem to forget that. It's nothing to do with actually being a Princess, or being an alicorn...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is not how you wanted your morning to go.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You want waffles with a cup of smiley OJ, not your self image issues.</span><br />&quot;It's that I miss being me. I miss being treated with actual respect, and genuine feelings! I don't like people looking up to me, I want them next to me, you know?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shouldn't pour this all out, especially on poor Nonny.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Plus, you don't want to talk until Anon's ears bleed.</span><br />&quot;In fact, truth be told...I-I just want to be regular again.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon doesn't respond for a minute.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then he walks in his slippers to the side of the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His hands grip your right front hoof, as if holding a firefly within them, keeping it in his hold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon then starts to speak, and you start to feel funny.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I respect you. I'm your friend, and you've got my true, actual respect, and you have my genuine feelings of those.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Something flutters inside you as he speaks those words.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It only rises as he continues to talk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And you know what else?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A strange feeling, one that you're unfamiliar with strikes your mind as your pupils are probably dilated so much they're bigger than a black hole.</span><br />&quot;W-what?&quot; you ask timidly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;This feeling, bruh...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His eyes are very close to your's now, and his breath tickles your nose slightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least it's not morning breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His words are a whisper, making you listen extra carefully to every word he says.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;....get to have breakfast...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He smiles, and you find yourself making a smile too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...In bed!&quot; he finishes with excitement.</span><br />&quot;Anon, why do you do this to me?&quot; you say giggly<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He laughs gleefully at his attempt to make your mood lighten.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The human gives you a look you can't quite describe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I do it&#160;?cause you're my friend. Duh.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course, because all friends are amazing enough to tend to your every need, feed you, help REHABILITATE you, and then keep you at there home until you heal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Then again why are you complaining?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon opens the door to exit the bedroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It'll be ready in a few minutes. Don't go anywhere, ok?&quot; he smirks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roll your eyes.</span><br />&quot;Was that intentionally making fun of my crippledness?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You'll never know!&quot; he hollers playfully as he walks off to the kitchen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Welp, waiting time?..</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn does Anon cook well!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've had breakfast in bed, and (despite the obligatory side of mashed potatoes), it was beyond delicious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've never had Pancakes this good before, and the homemade syrup is amazing!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Happy tummy?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Pardon?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you have a happy tummy? You know, full stomach, satisfied meal?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You know it! I didn't know you could cook like that, Anon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon smiles sheepishly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I didn't know either. I just followed the recipe carefully.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Recipe?</span><br />&quot;Who's recipe was it if you don't mind me asking?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, think it was the cake's? Ponka gave it to me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well Pinkie can bring out the best in everyone, including the best cook.</span><br />&quot;Thanks, Anon. You're really nice to do this.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Compliment me again and I will break your other limbs,&quot; he says teasingly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Too much?&quot; he chuckles nervously.</span><br />&quot;Just a bit...Speaking of my limbs, I think I want to try walking bit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon's face contorts to an uncertain look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You sure? I mean, I know the doc says to try it out, but definitely not to rush things.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Psh, you're not rushing...much.</span><br /><br />&quot;I'll be alright, especially with you helping me out,&quot; you say flatteringly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The human looks conflicted, mostly against the idea of you starting to walk so soon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;....Fine. I don't have to.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, you do have to start somewhere. Why not now?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You eyes widen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, the chance to MOVE.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So eager are you to finally move again that you try to quickly get up from the bed.</span><br />&quot;Really? Okay, help me--AGGGH!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon gasps as you scream in pain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your leg slipped due to not being able to support you, and as a result, massive pain of unbearable magnitudes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon panics, but quickly regains himself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Immediately, he speeds up to your side and looks at where you've hurt yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Are you ok?! What happened?!&quot; he asked urgently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cry from the pain, but it's not as bad as it was a second ago.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sniffle like a filly and point to your broken leg (or one of them).</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Oh, Twily. Do you want some ice? I can get you some?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head yes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hot tears in your eyes start to stop forming, but the ones left still fall.</span><br />&quot;C-can you get a painkiller, please?&quot; you whimper.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon immediately goes into the bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He gets out some little pill, and uses your glass of unfinished OJ (don't tell Applejack you drink that stuff) and fills it with water.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then he goes back to you, pill and water in his hand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You use your magic to take the pill.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, wait.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your horn is still broken!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You instead open your mouth and Anon pops it in for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'll be right back. I'm gonna get you some ice.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your hooves, you swallow it with the water in your hold.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What was at the bottom of the glass tasted like watery OJ.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yuk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He runs back quickly, an ice pack in his hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon's not wasting any time, as he speedily hands the cold package to you, and takes your empty glass.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wince as he puts it on the sore leg.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Too much pressure?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah...just a little, though.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;....&quot;</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I totes called this.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Shut up and ice me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm cool with that.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Really? Ice puns?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;C'mon Twi, chill out! You don't see me giving you the cold shoulder.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Stop it...it hurts as badly as my leg.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey Twi, What killed the dinosaurs?</span><br />&quot;Anon, I just injured myse--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;THE ICE AGE.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You glare, trying not to crack a giggle.</span><br />&quot;I don't know what hurts more; my legs or your puns.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Be a good ten minutes or so later.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon made ice puns, but it was still pretty cool of him to help you out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unfortunately, Anon isn't going to let you walk.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In all honesty, it's probably for the better at this moment.</span><br />&quot;Man, I feel like garbage.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;D'aw, don't say that!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He leans closer to you, and pokes you in the tummy like you're some cute animal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;At least you don't smell like gar--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He stops as his face makes a sour expression.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Actually you do smell like garbage.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...I do?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon nods his head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, you should take a shower.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sniff your armpits.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Surely you don't smell that...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...bad.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Smelling your pits was a bad decision.</span><br />&quot;A shower sounds nice, actually.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wait.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon points at your legs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're broken, remember?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, yeah, you're not able to stand.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You really hate being injured, you know that?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...It's okay, you can take a bath. That'd probably feel better on your bones too, eh?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, it does certainly sound nice.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The heat could probably tone down the throbbing pain of your aching wing and legs, so there's that.</span><br />&quot;I'd love a bath, Anon...but, uh, can you maybe?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He scoops you up like a mama bear does to her cub.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're too adorable, you know that Twilight?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I have the magical power to exile you to Tartarus.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;With a horn, maybe,&quot; he chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon then enters the bathroom, and turns on the bathtub.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, from the cabinet, he gets out some soap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He pours it into the tub, and as the water fills, foamy bubbles form much to your foalish delight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The water fills quickly, and soon you're ready.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ok, Twily. Soap's right there and here're the towels. If you need me for anything, just holler, ok?&quot; he says politely.</span><br />&quot;....Anything?&quot; you say evilly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He plays along as he jokes with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yes, anything...heheheheh.&quot; he lets out his own evil chuckle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;See, that's how close you two are! Laughing while you two dance with your madness in shared bliss of insanity!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Or that you guys just click, but that's not as fun to say, is it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Most people would be weirded out by your strange humor, but Anon gets it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's just that chill to be with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anyways, the human places a rubber-ducky into the tub, much to your chagrin, but he merely giggles as he squeezes it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now with the tub waiting for you, Anon picks you up again, careful as not to hurt your frail and injured bones.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He slowly sinks you in cautiously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;In you go, Twily. Tell me if it's too hot.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon dips you into the warm water of the tub, and...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oooh that feels so gooooood!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hum peacefully, as your aching body feels relief as it becomes submerged in the soothing and enlightening heat of the water.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon, like, smiles at your content vibes and such, dude.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Totally groovy, man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Enjoy,&quot; the human says as he smirks at your satisfied state.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You only murmur a small &quot;Mkay.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh my god you should take bathes more often.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It feels so nice on your body, alleviating all this pain, soothing your tight muscles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tension just seems to pour away from you in the bubbly water.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sheesh when was the last time you've taken a bath instead of shower?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The spa maybe?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, that was nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now to actually start bathing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You soap up your mane, rinse, lather, repeat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Next your coat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now onto your back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You get your soap brush to scrub your back, right in between your feathers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dammit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knew you should've done yoga with Anon, not just running, weight-lifting, dance lessons, martial arts, fencing, wrestling, and of course &quot;jazzercise&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Yeah, just ignore that last one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Welp, thanks to inflexibility and being motionless for days, seems you're not able to get back their.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't reach the back of your wings unless you were using your unicorn magic, but without a horn at the moment, it's safe to say that's not happening.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think of what to do, but find no good answers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Actually...</span><br /><br />&quot;AAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNOOOOOONNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You scream a bit too loudly as Anon is clearly scared judging by his fast running to the bathroom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;TWILIGHT?! EVERYTHING OKAY!?&quot; he shouts from a few rooms away, heading towards this one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He then immediately bursts through the door, fear on his face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fear that thankfully leaves once he sees you sheepishly smiling in the tub.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His face goes from worried to deadpan.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Did ya really have to scream bloody murder?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Heh, my bad?&quot; you say uneasily.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Dammit, Twi, I thought you were hurt or something! Sheesh!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He spends a few seconds catching his breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon need a chill pill, yo.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ok, so what is it you screamed like a rape victim for?&quot;</span><br />&quot;...I need you to help wash me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;His face turns red and his brows quirk upwards in surprise.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Excuse me?&quot; he asks, scratching the back of his head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You repeat yourself, this time more bluntly.</span><br />&quot;Can you wash my back?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon hesitates, and you understand why.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cleaning each other does seem kind of...intimate.</span><br />&quot;I can't reach it with broken hooves or without a horn. I kind of need your help.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel embarrassed with Anon, now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The human pulls the collar of his shirt a little.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, you serious?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod yes, albeit uncertainly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He sighs again, but pulls up his sleeves.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can do that, sure.&quot; he says with a grumble.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blush as he leans his massive self by side of the tub, sitting on his knees.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The first thing he does to help clean you is...</span><br />&quot;Anon, what are you doing?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;....Making a Santa beard?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A beard of white soapy bubbles of foam are on your face, forming a &quot;beard&quot; that'd make anypony cringe.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Kay, I'll stop,&quot; he says as he wipes the bubbles off with a towel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What is a Santa anyway?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Okay, so, like, where am I supposed to wash you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;My back, in between the wings, anywhere I'd levitate my brush to scrub with a horn.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon pauses for a moment in thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, with an &quot;Alrighty&quot; he dips his hands into the water and soap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Turn your back and wings towards me,&quot; he says with his hard but soft voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hate to admit it, but the way that voice demanded you makes you tingle inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You oblige his command, facing your wings at him with your back.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With strong hands he starts to scrub and lather the soap around your back.uncomfortable this is making Anon...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then your feel his hands do something...nice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The human rubs the tissue deeply, but softly relaxes the muscles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It feels so wonderful that you let out a satisfied hum much to your embarrassment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Actually, this is really embarrassing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon is BATHING you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't help but focus on how bizarre and uncomfortable he feels right now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you moan as he starts to do this thing with his hands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's massaging you...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn...he's pretty good at it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh man, this must be what paradise is like.</span><br />&quot;Wow...Anon, I just said to wash my back, not--ooooh that's nice?.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The doctor recommended massages everyday. Massages were something I read into as a hobby back at my home.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You thought you were relaxed before while in the tub?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Honey, that'd be like Justin Bieber compared to John Williams.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This massage is as good as it gets, man.</span><br /><br />&quot;You have lots of interest, don't you Anon?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He starts to rub at the joint of your injured wing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without any pain, he manages to relax it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, don't get me started. I wanted to do many things as a child. Reading about lots of things does that, don't you think?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He moves his hand to your good wing, and digs into it with deep pressure.</span><br />&quot;Yuh-huh...&quot; you say peacefully.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He rubs the tension right out of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're loose as spaghetti, man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, with both hands, he rises up on your wings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That tension starts to fade as you feels your wings become stiff again...but not like you'd expect.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your wings fully extend, a large &quot;POMPF&quot; signalling you of the pleasure getting a bit too..you know...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rarely get these, but when you do, you're usually pretty frisky at the moment, and the fact that this is the stiffest wing-boner you've ever had is really saying something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Oh no.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon just gave you a wing-boner...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is not good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon looks at your wings with a confused look.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You prepare for Anon to freak out at the sudden sign of your arousal, but instead he looks at them bemusedly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Uh, why'd you do that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, does he seriously not know?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can still save yourself with this, then!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Think, Twi, think!</span><br />&quot;I was, uh, just airing them out?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon looks at the questionable face you have but shrugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, long as I'm not hurting you,&quot; he says before scrubbing again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He scrubs again, this time, gentler.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The new pace he washes you with is just as pleasurable and you feel a bright blush on your face as you start to pant.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, you've never been preened so magnificently.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You revel in the sexual pleasure gained from Anon working your wings with those superb fingers, and you notice your arousal is only growing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As his hands sweeps over some feathers, you moan sensually...in a way Anon most likely doesn't even realize is sexual.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start panting.</span><br />&quot;H-Harder please,&quot; you whimper pleasanty.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Harder? Uh, alright then.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gasp from the intensity of how wonderful it feels.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thank the sun above your lower parts are obscured by the soapy water, otherwise he'd see how much you were enjoying yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man, he sure can touch a girl right...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But this is not right, it's wrong.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's your friend for crying out loud, not some random colt!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shouldn't abuse your friend's trust to get off!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He doesn't even know what he's doing right now!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's clueless!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You should have stopped as soon as he touched that area, told him that's inappropriate, that it's erogenous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yet you moan and tremble in sickening pleasure, drowning into the sensation as your friend unknowingly plays with your delicate wings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So why aren't you stopping him?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon then touches a sweet spot, one that elicits a tiny yelp from the sudden jolt of mind numbing delight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You ok Twi? Feather's are getting really ruffled for some reason...&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Twi, you gotta stop this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is harassment and abuse to your friend.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A friend who's taken you in when no one else could, all because he cares about you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For Celestia's sake he's even bathing you without too much complaining!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The guilt eventually overpowers the arousal, and (sadly) before you feel a climax approach, you force yourself to stop him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's hard, but your temptation--overwhelming as it is--remains under your control, even if barely.</span><br />&quot;Er yeah...y-you can stop. Th-they're clean now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon exhales with a sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Man, Twi. I had to rub deeply for your wings. They're pretty tense. You must be pretty stressed.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I, uh, well, you know, princessy stuff...&quot; you murmur.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find yourself looking at anywhere that isn't Anon due to shame.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He unfortunately takes notice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey, you alright?&quot; he asks.</span><br />&quot;Ah, yep, I'm okay. I think I'm clean.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon cocks an eyebrow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Did I...do something?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Guilt begins piling up.</span><br />&quot;N-no, Anon. I just...just feel tired is all. Painkillers, a massage, and a bath will do that to a pony I guess!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With suspicious eyes, he scans you, but shrugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Meh, guess you're right. Lemme get you out and dry you off, okey dokey?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He boops your nose playfully, easing up the feelings of tension in your gut.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon always knows how to make you giggle, and giggle you do by his playful nature.</span><br />&quot;Okey dokey.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He then grabs the towel and lays it flat out on the ground.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At the bottom right corner of it, you see a lavender sewn in &quot;R&quot; in fancy font.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity made it for him, good quality too, but a bit big for a pony.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You assume it's been made for him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon then scoops you out of the bathtub with his damp arms, sleeves still rolled up, and gently lays you down in the center of the blanket on your back.</span><br />&quot;Anon, what're you doing?&quot; you ask.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know that warm feeling of utter relaxation when you're warm from the shower--or bath in this case--and you go in bed and are all like &quot;damn this is nice?&quot; Well I'm doing that for you.&quot;</span><br />&quot;In a towel?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, a comfy towel.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More like a damn comfy towel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He then rolls you up in the blanket like a baby foal, and carries you as such.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;D'aw, baby's first bath!&quot; he says as he chuckles at the probably ridiculous image of you rolled in this over-sized cloth.</span><br />&quot;Why do you do this to me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Cause you're a QT?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your scientific brain reads it as a formula of sorts.</span><br />&quot;Is that some sort of formula or equation? Q by T equals pi?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Say it.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Q...T...Pi...&quot;<br />&quot;Oh.&quot;<br />&quot;OH.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blush heavily at the hidden compliment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Get it?&quot; he says as he carries you back to the bed.</span><br />&quot;I'm a cutie pie?&quot; you say more giggly than you intended.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon sets you down on the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He smiles sweetly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You sure are.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He leans down and kisses your forehead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Your feeling things.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Enjoy your nap,&quot; the human says.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, he pulls the covers up, but you stop him with your hoof.</span><br />&quot;Uh, wait!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Yeah?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel spaghetti brewing fast.</span><br />&quot;Uh, I just wanted you to...stay in bed with me?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'd love to, but it's still morning, and you've been awake for only an hour and a half. I've been awake longer. Plus...I think someone's calling...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, you're not gonna push it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After all, he's done so much already.</span><br />&quot;...Ok.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon turns out the light.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;G'night, Twi.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He silently closes the door as the room becomes dark.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thoughts keep you from going to sleep again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Being awake for the morning also may have something to do with it, but not the point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Point is, you can't shake these thoughts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon, you, how he played with your wings...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dammit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You gotta be honest with yourself now, Twi.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You really like Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not ignorant, you're an adult, of course you know these feelings when they come.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It started as arousal--and you admit that he was very attractive, then, as you started to see him more and more, and heck, now you're living with him, you've gotten to love this guy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's so different, nothing like any pony you've met before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's no one else that acts, thinks, and behaves like him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's truly an individual, and even better, a kind creature.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You toss in your bed for what feels like the gazillionth time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You admit it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're sick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lovesick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No use in denying the truth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The problem is...what are you going to do about it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You want Anon constantly, you almost got off while he unknowingly gave you a wing-job, and now you're fretting like a school-filly on how to feel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh as you fluff your pillow behind you, even if it was fine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know...it's crazy to believe this happened from Anon wanting a towel after coming out of your shower, and you running out in dangerous weather.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, before that you and him were running for exercise, and when you got back, you made him shower...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh, what's that?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hello memory of shirtless Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Hoof, stop sliding down there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hoof, no.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hoof...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You haven't felt the urge to actually masturbate for a long time, but this?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is what he's fucking done to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hoof slowly slithers like a snake to soothe the body parts of which you have resisted the urge to touch for years.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The tip of the hoof gently prods atop the labia of your &quot;forbidden zone&quot; and you feel tingles up your spine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's been too long since you've done this...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel yourself winking eagerly, your inflamed lips puffing up that are literally aching for a dick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, with a huff of hot breath, you gently insert your hoof's tip inside.</span><br />&quot;Oooouagh...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;That moan wasn't supposed to escape your lips, but it feels so right that it did.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hell, thinking about Anon feels so right, despite how wrong it is.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...It's so wrong it's right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You push your hoof inside more and feel the silky texture of your walls, and your vagina feels every detail of your hoof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mouth hangs open as a silent combination of a shriek and a gasp comes out, but hardly heard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wish you had your horn, then maybe you could use that to levitate something in it...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sadly, you cannot, and a hoof is going to be the best thing you got.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least not all of your hooves were broken, thankfully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull the tip of your hoof out, pleased with even the tiny bit that could stimulate you, but desired much much more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wanna be rutted, be called dirty, have Anon pound into you with the force of a nuclear bomb while flooding your insides with warm cum.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You vigorously rub your clitoris and moan out slight gasp at the arousing pictures that race through your sick and twisted mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon holding you, then he'd start to rub his long cock against your hot pussy lips.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know what his dick looks like him being an entirely different species and all, but you imagine it's amazing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your rubbing becomes more frivolous as it makes you practically froth at the mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel your peak coming.</span><br />&quot;Yes...Yes...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Imagery of Anon floods your mind and mixes with the sensation of euphoric masturbation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What about Anon right after the moment he took off his shirt?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, then you said he stunk...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What if instead...he'd of taken you right there, no warning, just him tackling you and pumping his cock inside your never-used cunt?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This lewd imagery helps fuel your desire as you feel your urges strengthening to a new level.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your clit's stimulation elevates at the images you conjure up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're disgusting Twilight, and you love it!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're disgusting!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Filthy!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You want to have Anon take you and take you NOW.</span><br />&quot;OOoooohhh myyy goooooosshh.....&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't even care about the sounds you make anymore, this is too fucking great!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your screams of pleasure shake the very room, and the world changes into one of complete heaven.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel muscles down low start to quench.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your rubbing doesn't slow, your clit only getting more and more stimulated.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All your limbs are twitching, you're shaking more than an Earthquake, and you feel heavenly!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's SO.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;FUCKING.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;GOOD.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your last sober thought before complete orgasm chimes in briefly before it's just as quickly swept away in the flood of bliss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I'm so sorry, Anon?.</span><br />&quot;Ah..! Ahh! ...AAAAAHHHAAAA!!! MY GOSH, YES. YES YES YES~!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Juices spray at least a half meter...or would have if you weren't under your bed.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You unvoluntarily flex every single muscle in your body and release your juices as you scream from the force of the electrifying pleasure of ultimate climax.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The orgasm doesn't stop and it only gets better and better.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You are no longer in Equestria, but a world of dots, colors, and sensations.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sensations of even the lightest things that make you convulse in intoxicating delight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The semi-formed nub of your horn blasts out bursts of almost liquid-like magic, and your eyes roll up as far as they can go, almost as if the force of cumming so violently pushes them that hard.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your screams become incoherent, and (sadly) the world of euphoria and climax starts to fade.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lay on your bed, panting like you ran with Anon for twenty days straight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down at your hoof resting on top of your tingly vagina as it still leaks fluid.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your legs are numb, and they twitch with little jolts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a moan, you lay your head back on the pillow with a very, very pleased sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then --with all your strength-- you move your soaked hoof from above the heavy covers, and bring it in front of your grinning face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're usually not this dirty, not even when you used to masturbate, but by god you're practically drunk off of this endorphin high.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put the cum-soaked tip of your hoof in your mouth, erotically licking off your own wet vaginal juices as you moan like the slut you wish you could be to Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you finish greedily lapping up your own vagina's wetness from the hoof, you put it down atop your rising diaphragm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...As the high wears off, you then feel something else.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Guilt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just like your wave of orgasm had rushed over you, shame does too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel your heart sink.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This is beyond bad, this is disturbing, Twi.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't believe you just did this, and with thoughts of Anon no less!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What would he think!?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Probably that you're an obsessive freak that has Stockholm syndrome, that's what.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ugh...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Worst part of that thinking though is that maybe he'd be right...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Speaking of being right...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You came, and you've never came so hard, but despite how right it felt, wrong is wrong.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you, Twilight, are so fucking wrong...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin once more.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Later, at Applejack's farm...</span><br />&quot;Wait, you said you wanted me to do what?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, please! Just put it in! Pound it in reeeal hard if ya have to!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sigh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe Twilight's right.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You ARE too nice.</span><br />&quot;Well, to be honest, I'm not that 'dependable' with my equipment, you know...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The pony scoffs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I dunno and I don't care! Just hurry ya slowpoke! Do it already!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swing the hammer on the final nail of Applebloom's wagon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her friends were too busy to help her with one fucking nail, so here you are helping her out for a decent price.</span><br />&quot;See, my aim's shit, Applebloom. Oh, and, uh, don't say 'shit' to your family.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nuh-uh! You aim's good, ya see?&quot; she says, pointing to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Huh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Guess you did good then.</span><br />&quot;Well, you enjoy yourself. I have a Princess to babysit.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whatcha mean by that Anon?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I'm Helping Twi recover. Should probably be getting back now.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, uh, alrighty then. See ya later?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, see ya, kid.&quot; you say with a little smile.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk off and call a carriage.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;30 minutes later...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You walk into your house and set your things down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight'll still be in your room obviously, so you'll say hi to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You answered the phone when she went to sleep, and then left to help Applebloom.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you're back now, and Twi's probably awake by now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's probably bored out of her mind without your company.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bet she wants you to read more, maybe just talk even.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You personally wouldn't mind doing both.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, you really are growing fond of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, yeah, she was your best friend when you two were being fitness buddies, but having her here at your house feels so...normal?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You then head to your room to greet Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;*BUMMPF*</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right before you turn the door's handle, you stop and pause.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What was that sound?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It came from inside your room.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Unf! Ooooh....&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The poor girl sounds like she's in pain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Does she need more painkillers?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You think you have some Tylenol in the kitchen, and some in the bathroom mirror.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gingerly knock on the door.</span><br />&quot;Twi? Twi, can I come in?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hm?? Oh? AUH!!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You should get her more painkillers from the medicine cabinet.</span><br />&quot;Twi? I'm coming in, ok?&quot; you warn her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open the door slowly and--</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh my fucking god.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well that's something you don't see everyday.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Jesus fuckin' Christ, she's so into it she doesn't even notice you...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On top of your bed (but considering all the sweat and fluids on it now, she can fucking keep it) lies an &quot;enthusiastic&quot; Twilight Sparkle, rubbing herself off so much that it made your old fap sessions look like a stroll through the goddamn park.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare's juices are everywhere, so you can tell she's came already--probably numerous times in fact, but the smell of the room and the stains on your bed clearly prove she's done this for more than a few hours, and came multiple times prior to your entrance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's hind legs face upward as she lays on her back as her head thrashes savagely against the mattress as she growls out the sounds of a girl way beyond &quot;aching&quot; for cock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hoof goes between her hind legs, and she toys with her twat as much as she can, trying desperately to keep the sensation of the sexual rush and to hopefully increase it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her vagina's flared up, sopping wet with fluids to lubricate a cock she knows she won't be given any time soon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It shows her eagerness for dick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare's labia looks puffy, letting you know this vagina absolutely NEEDED treatment brought unto it to ease the fire in between her legs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's clit winks at you, but does so ever so rapidly, crying for any attention from a male.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pants escape her hot breaths and sweat drenches her succulent figure making her curvaceous body look absolutely fruitful.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Speaking of &quot;pants&quot;...your's start to feel a bit tight at the moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your face turns a shade of red as you awkwardly stand there agape, watching Twilight practically begging at nothingness to fill her cunt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If she could use her magic, you'd be concerned that she was using your things as 'toys' to get off on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She constantly cries out lewd words that you'd only imagine her saying if she were really in the heat of passion with a colt...who can't satisfy her because he can't fuck her properly, but you get the idea.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;USE ME&quot;, &quot;MORE&quot;, &quot;I NEED IT&quot;, &quot;PLEASE, OH MY GOSH, PLEASE&quot;, and yes--even an occasional &quot;U-unf!&quot; comes from her drooling mouth in the form of breathy gasps and shrill screams of ecstasy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sometimes she just screams due to the sheer power her self-pleasuring is inflicting on her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oooooh?.oohh?.uh-uh-uuuuhh?..KYAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...You remember when you were a kid during a summer day, how you and your friends would get your water guns out, and then spray the fuck outta each other, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you'd all bring the super-soakers and shit would get real, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah man, then those beast of water guns would jet out streams of powerful water like a fucking rocket, remember?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ah, Super Soakers were so fucking cool, shooting blasts of water with the force of a fucking mini explosion...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yet even an explosion like Hiroshima couldn't compare to Twilight's multiple squirting orgasms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wails as she gushes her juices from the bed all the way to the fucking wall, her body shaking and convulsing violently like an erupting volcano, the force of her climax only rivaled by the force of which she squirts out her liquids.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like a fucking fire-hose, her whole juices easily squirt as far as three to four feet, maybe a meter and a half even.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her scream only rises to the point where she can literally scream no more, her face just a jaw-dropped girl with her eyes rolled up to �her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The scream is nothing more than a slight whisper as the climax reaches a stopping point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then drops her head like a sack of apples, little squirts splashing out every now and then between her legs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After her mini squirt-a-thon, she lays on your soaked bed, murmuring the weirdest things in a voice that indicates that wherever she is, it ain't here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't understand a lot of it, but even the words you do hear and the words she uses together don't make sense.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like, &quot;I wanna?*a murmur here*....he towels me?*more murmurs*...the muscles are?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's like she was drugged, her mind in some euphoric place you can't follow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You say euphoric because of the ridiculous grin she has on her satisfied face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You utter out words fitting for the moment.</span><br />&quot;...D-dayum, son.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight's eyes slowly shift to you lazily, apparently not jumping up and screaming once she sees you've walked in on her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nah, she's not completely conscious you'd say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's fucking gone, kiddo.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead, with her glazed eyes, she looks at you with one of the most dirty smiles you've ever seen, period.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It makes your heart jump in a mixture of fear of this nympho-mane-iac, but definitely gives you a burst of adrenaline that feels very exciting...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you're still freaked the fuck out regardless.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Clearly Twilight isn't thinking on rationality anymore, instead she's preferring to operate by the sensations of her post-orgasm buzz and her body's aroused instincts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She lethargically motions you over to her with her cum-covered hoof and let's out a chuckle seductively.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, she licks the juices of her pussy off her hoof like it were the most delicious thing she has ever had.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The one good hoof she had, and by tomorrow it'll hurt more than her broken bones from all that cloppin'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You obey Twilight's command despite your timidity, and approach her by the bedside with meek steps.</span><br />&quot;...Y-yes?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She motions you to get closer to her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe she wants to whisper something?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck man, you don't know this is totally freaky...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You reach down so she's next to your ear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She grins.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't like that grin?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I wuz...I wanna hass...y-your dick Anon. I wannit...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She licks your face from the lips to up the tip of your nose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then closes her eyes and passes out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You move shakily while walking out the door and closing it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The color from your face is now completely gone.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hands feel twitchy and seem to weigh more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Droplets of sweat form as your heart beats rapidly, your blood rushing through your system making you feel very, very hot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're shocked, embarrassed, traumatized, and aroused.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was a bit extreme even for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With disoriented aim, you wander to the couch in your living room while you continue taking in the sight you've just bore witness to as it engraves itself into your brain.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slowly try to sit, but give up as you just drop yourself on the cushiony seat of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wow...you're going to be sleeping in there tonight because of the bad dreams.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's, uh...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;....You cradle yourself in fetal position, your erection poking you a bit in the stomach a little, but it's bearable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're officially &quot;scaroused&quot;.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least an hour and a half ago when you came back home, you've gotten up to get some &quot;comfort tea&quot; and migrated back to the couch while deep in thought.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And by &quot;deep in thought&quot;, you mean scared fucking shitless.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight did things to herself...a lot..and left a lot of it on your bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And licked your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sexually.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She licked your face very sexually.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then she said she wants your dick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Also very sexually.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just hope she forgets that you were in there.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Needless to say, the whole thing caught you off guard, and you feel like you walked in on Grandmanon and Papanon on X-mas (again).</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn't help that you're close to Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seeing her do that and then trying to get you to fuck her in the moment was purely bizarre.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Imagine as a kid you saw your favorite teddy-bear jack off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking messed up and creepy right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course Twilight is no teddy-bear (though how cuddly she is at night could've fooled you), but still, it's just not something you've ever wanted to think about.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But nope!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;None of this is what truly scared you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The thing is...you almost listened to her when she wasn't thinking straight.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just don't know what's wrong with you, it's only a matter of time before she wakes up and she spills some of THE WORST spaghetti if she DOES remembers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sip at your tea knowing that eventually you will have to see her again, and the thought of Twilight being so humiliated at herself makes you more than sad.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just hope you can still see her the same way you have for a while?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aw shucks, of course you will.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's Twi, you'll always see her as a good friend, and ain't nothing going to change that for you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That girl did so much for you, given you so many opportunities...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A sigh airs its way out of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've promised you're always there to help her in return, and a promise is a promise.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No way is a minor setback going to change anythi--</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;NO HOPE.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;RUN.</span><br />&quot;Uh, Twilight?&quot; you answer back.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice was muffled, still in her room, of course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Can you come here, please?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fuck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand from the couch and set down your tea.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You obey her already feeling heat rising off your face as you merely approach the door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Least you can do is get her some water...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ok, don't forget the straw...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Alright, now we're ready.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're so not fucking ready for this...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Here it goes.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey Anon, how ya doin'?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The room's still a stinky mess, and Twilight sits with a sleepy smile on her face.</span><br />&quot;Um, I'm good.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hand her the water.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh thanks! I'm really thirsty right now.&quot;</span><br />&quot;No kiddin'.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What was that?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh, nothing. Just oughtta have liquids when you're healing ya know?&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She doesn't remember you coming in?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe she's pretending it never happened?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Either way you still feel awkward as fuck.</span><br />&quot;Sooo...you didn't have any weird dreams, did ya?&quot; you ask.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She takes a moment as she makes that cute little thinking face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, not any I can think of. Why?&quot; she says with a cute smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The purple pony's face doesn't move as she answers you...but that ear twitch, flinch of the tail?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, she remembers something alright.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe she thought it was a dream?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Probably wouldn't wanna talk about that &quot;dream&quot;, and you're 100% fine with that, man.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a mental sigh and smile, glad to move past this with such a gift wrapped opportunity to do so.</span><br />&quot;No reason. You just seemed to sweat a lot during your lil' nap here. I can change the sheets if ya want, but it'll dry by tomorrow seeing as it's late into the day.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight offers a solution quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, since we're pretty comfortable sleeping with each other, why don't we sleep on the couch?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, if you say no, she'll suspect something...</span><br />&quot;It's a bit uncomfortable...might not be good for your healing bones, ya know.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shrugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's alright. I'll just be really achey tomorrow, though...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn you and your ability to feel for others.</span><br />&quot;It's ok. I'll hold you on top of me so ya don't lay down uncomfortably.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She smiles awkwardly, but to be honest, it looks cute as can be.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adorkable would be a better term.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, not to sound weird but you are incredibly cuddly...&quot;</span><br />&quot;Likewise,&quot; you chuckle.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I promise to not suck your ear again.&quot;</span><br />&quot;And I promise you a good night sleep. Deal?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Deal.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She takes the offer smiling and places her good hoof in your palm as you shake on it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was cum on that hoof only less than an hour ago...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wow. And you thought something as small as walking in on her was gonna be something so dramatic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'll always have Twilight as a friend you fucking idiot.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Cripes, it's pouring out there...&quot; said the mare, looking out the window as bullets of rain drops fired upon the roof.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I like it.&quot; said the colt to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Daring Do turns to face her current companion, Quick Wit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Care to explain?&quot; she asks, crossing her hind legs as she sat down in her desk's seat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Quick Wit shrugged.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I find storms this wild tend to have character. Wild thunder, cold air with water chilling you to the bone, lightning striking...it's more interesting than the bland Summer day most prefer.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Daring flashes a grin as she looked back to Quick Wit.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You some sort of poet now?&quot; she chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Quick Wit rips off another bandage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Daring winces, probably a bit more than you'd expect the adventurer to do so.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just thought I'd tell my perspective on why I think storms are neat.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The khaki mare chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I never even said I didn't like them.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Didn't need to. It was totally implied when you were staring out the window.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Do sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just shut up and take my bandages off.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Quick Wit smirks musingly to himself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'd rather take off more,&quot; he mutters.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What? You muttered something...sounded kinda suspicious.&quot; Daring asks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nothin'. Just a thought.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The mare raises an eyebrow, but shrugs the thought away.</span><br /><br />...<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon closes the book and places it on the nightstand next to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well then...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You still feel the muscles in your back tensing from cringing so hard.</span><br />&quot;I didn't know it'd be so ridiculous...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You and Anon look at each other with an awestruck face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you both grow stupid smiles as laughs erupt.</span><br />&quot;Oh my Celestia that was so cliche' it hurt!&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon wipes a tear from his eye as you feel his diaphragm contract from his laughter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;To her credit, at least she didn't self-insert herself this time and created a Gary-Stu instead?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A.K. Yearling really needed to practice more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She's losing that good grip as a writer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lay on Anon as he holds you in his arms to make sure you don't have to be on the uncomfortable couch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You said he didn't have to...but that stallion--er, you mean man-- was persistent in his kindness.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You admit to yourself that you really like Anon holding you like this, snuggled up in a blanket with your head leaning on him as his arm wraps around your stomach.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It makes this warm feeling in your chest rise as you feel the strange feeling becoming one you find incredibly intoxicating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nuzzle your head into Anon once more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a breath, you start to find his scent rather appealing too.</span><br />&quot;You smell really nice Anon...&quot; you say as he pets your mane.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;His hand stops petting you as it freezes at the words.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Uh, wat?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your ears twitch as you just realize what you just said.</span><br />&quot;Oh, uh, sorry! I just noticed when I was kind of nuzzling and...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon puts his mouth on your vulnerable and slender neck, eliciting a surprised gasp that interrupts your rambling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, he blows raspberries on the skin as the ticklish and weird feeling causes you to squeal and giggle like a filly who just got her cutie mark.</span><br />&quot;Gah! That tickles!!!&quot; you squeal between tear-inducing laughs.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You squirm as your cheeks become rosy as he only blow harder as the noise gets louder.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It feels like forever until Anon decides to be merciful and stops.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The human smiles with a sense of confidence for his action, and takes pride in his assault on you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well you taste nicer than I smell, Twi,&quot; he says with his snarky voice.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You then put your ear against Anon's chest with an idea to outdo him in this now playful competition.</span><br /><br />&quot;Oh yeah? You sound nice,&quot; you say, carrying along with Anon.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What about when I read to you, huh?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Trust me, you sound REALLY nice reading too.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon pets your mane playfully as he chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Oh yeah? Well you look nicer than I sound, Twi.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blush at the compliment.</span><br />&quot;Well, uh, you're the one responsible for my new figure thanks to helping me out...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel a little bit of courage, but not much.</span><br />&quot;Besides...you don't look too bad yourself.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon's eyebrows rise at the little quip as you start to regret what you've just done.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ya dun goofed, Twi.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You expect him to freak, or feel weird, but nope...He just...smirks?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's just smirking now!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What does it mean!?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why are you so bad with emotions, Twilight!?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That doesn't count silly horse. You just repeated what I said.&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Screw it.</span><br />&quot;Well... Y-you feel nice.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He doesn't respond for a moment, and you begin thinking you've gone too far.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This time you really dun goofed, didn't you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh by the moon please don't let this be too painful?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, now what's he doing?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To your surprise, Anon scoots you further up so your faces are closer, and proceeds to keep you near him as he wraps around you with his arms.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shudder as goosebumps rise from the chills he gives you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're held very close to him now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He speaks quietly to you, a hushed tone escaping his lips, and you focus on every word like it's the most important of your life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You feel nicer.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel your heart stop.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't what you're doing, but you need to do this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have to do this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your close face already approaches his own as you take a gander in his eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd want to describe them with as many words you know, but keep going back to merely three words.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Incredible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Awesome.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Smexy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel the moment of truth as Anon looks back into your own eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Does he feel how you feel?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Is he okay with this?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn't matter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lean even closer into Anon, his nose mere centimeters away from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's quiet, and the tension in the room is at an incredible high.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have no idea why you're not stopping yourself, why you want to keep going...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But would it really be wise to stop now?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You have to keep going.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You must.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You will.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your lips connect as the world stops turning.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon doesn't resist as he melts into the kiss as he starts to hold you closer to him, the heat and passion growing with every second your mouths touch.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're mind goes numb of all feeling except for a hazy sense of wanting more of Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The kiss becomes stronger as you feel your tongue prod his lips, as if you were trying to taste him more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He obediently obeys as he opens his mouth, and his mouth becomes yours to explore and your's his.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your tongues start to tangle with each other and both of you are no longer thinking rationally.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You find your hooves wondering around his amazing body, taking in as much of his muscular build as possible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon feels you up too, his hands sweeping along your barrel, thighs, and eventually to your sweet flank.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He doesn't grab and squeeze your cheeks, but instead lays his hand there, appreciating the shape they're in.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're getting chills as he then strokes your mane lovingly so, and you find yourself in bliss.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you could be in this moment forever, you'd still want more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hoof becomes daring as you start to slide it down his pants.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Suddenly, Anon jumps and his eyes widen as he realizes what he's doing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He pulls away from the kiss, panting as he catches back his breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pant as well, and then immediately realize what you have just done.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No longer do you blush from the arousal, but now you blush from absolute humiliation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon looks shocked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He tries to talk, but only stutters of words come out before they die in his throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This goes for thirty seconds at the most.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He finally pulls enough words to form a sentence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;D-did you just...And w-we...?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cover your face in your hooves as you start to cry.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fucked up for real, Twi.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just ruined everything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everything starts to spill out as your tears do as well.</span><br />&quot;Oh-my-gosh-Anon-I'm-so-sorry-but-I-really-really-really-really-like-you-and-I-don't-want-to-because-literally-everypony-else-likes-you-but-I-actually-like-like-you-not-just-your-body-but-not-that-your-body-is-bad-because-you're-suuuuuper-hot-but....!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop trying to explain yourself when you see Anon continuing to stare with his jaw agape.</span><br />&quot;...I'm so sorry, Anon. I-It wasn't suppose to be like this...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twi, can I talk to you about something?&quot; Anon asks you unsurely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He sighs and you start to get nervous.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your chest feels tight with something you're not quite sure of.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nod your sniffling head 'yes'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon takes a breath, choosing his words carefully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twi, I saw you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't know how wide your eyes are, but you'd guess they're quite wide.</span><br />&quot;B-but, you were...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You start to fret, heart racing like a race car.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You only have one thing to say.</span><br />&quot;Th-that last part where you saw me...and I said...?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He shakes his head to confirm your thoughts.</span><br />&quot;It wasn't a dream, was it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The humiliation hits harder than the tree that fell on you.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Water drops form in your eyes as you try to talk, but find yourself empty of words to say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon speaks again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...You said you like me. Is that actually true? Do you really mean it?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart throbs.</span><br />&quot;I'm sorry...I know everyone else likes you, I know I'm the only person who is your friend because I don't only want to bed you, b-but I couldn't help it! It's just that ever since I got injured, you were just so nice to me, and you did all these things, you're funny, smart, charismatic, a-and--!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hot?&quot; he adds dismally.</span><br />&quot;NO! I mean, yes, b-but that's not why I like you! It's more than that, Anon. You make me feel...feel like I used to. Before I was a princess...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;His eyes start to become as wet as your's.</span><br />&quot;You actually care, Anon. You'd make eating mashed potatoes fun, even! I hate potatoes! I loathe them! But you? You made me smile while eating them. Then you'd read to me, say all these nice things, a-and being so humble and modest all the while we got closer...HOW COULD I NOT LOVE YOU?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You break down into sobs as Anon wipes his own slowly forming tears as he lets you lean into his chest as you cry into his shirt.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He gently strokes your mane, trying to soothe you, but his face glowers in disapproval.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Saying he looked unhappy would be an understatement.</span><br />&quot;Anon, you have to understand...I wasn't suppose to love you. This isn't just sexual...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The bath. Were you getting off on that, weren't you?&quot; he asks sternly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel even more guilty.</span><br />&quot;Y-Yes...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;His brows furrow and disappointed tears drip off his angular chin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You used me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;B-but I didn't actually reach climax! I-I almost did, but I knew I should stop, s-so I did!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you really loved me, you wouldn't have made me do that!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everything with Anon's officially lost.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your head hangs low in defeat.</span><br />&quot;...Anon, I didn't want to love you.&quot;<br /><br />&quot;I'm sorry.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He sighs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Stop it. Stop crying, Twi.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wait for him to continue.</span><br />&quot;What do you mean? You're mad at me, aren't you? I blew it! You, me, it's all gone! I shouldn't have gotten attached to you like I did...but you're just so great that I-I couldn't help myself!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's quiet for another few seconds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You counted ten, maybe twelve, but it felt more like minutes than seconds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon pets you once again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Ya know, I think you're great too.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stop sniffling as you look at the human, not certain by what he is saying.</span><br />&quot;B-but I--&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And since we're being honest here, I'd be a liar if I said I never humored the idea of you and me as a thing...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart flutters despite the sullenness of the moment.</span><br />&quot;Y-you did?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He lets out a dismal chuckle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yuh-huh. I still think about you though, even unromantically. You see Twi, you're the greatest person I've witnessed. Being alone when I came here as an alien--a freak--you looked past that and saw a scared man who needed help. No one at home ever saw that in me, and you? You knew it first glance.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He wipes your tears as less fall.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You've heard me say it over and over again...I'm always your friend. You've done so much for me that I'd never be able to fully return the favor. You're smart, you're quirky, absolutely nothing like the other princesses. Do you know who you are, Twi?&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Not anymore.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're the kindest, most amazing person I've been blessed to meet. You might think I've been making the time we've had together less painful for you...but it's not like that. I like having you here as you like having me help you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But I used you! When you were preening my wings? That's SEXUAL Anon! I should've told you, but I was too...you know!&quot;</span><br />&quot;And I forgive you because I know you'd forgive me.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;B-but I--!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He wipes away a tear of his own.</span><br />&quot;Twi...I would do anything for you. Literally. Anything.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know where this is going though...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But you can't love me back, right?&quot; you ask disappointingly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Why is he smiling?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He lets loose a few tears he can't control.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How can a pony so smart be so fucking stupid?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your faces get closer, and the words are quieter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon's whispers make you feel wild, but you hold your composure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twi, my life is your's, and a life with you would be amazing.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your lips locked with his instantly.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All thoughts vanish without a trace as instinct takes it's course.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The experience you were feeling right now?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was mystical.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've never felt like this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ever.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wrap your good hoof around Anon's neck, bringing him closer so you could taste more of him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your tongue dances and twirls with his, and the sound of your lips smacking joined by moans make it all the more delectable and magical.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His muscular hands hold you, as if he wants you to know you're safe in his loving embrace.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With each touch of his lips, it's like a blitzkrieg of pleasurable sensation bursts through your mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to hold him so he can be even closer so he can feel your entirety and so you feel his own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon senses your efforts and helps you out knowing you're physically not strong enough.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As your bodies touch, he begins to hold you by your barrel, gently brushing along your sides soothingly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It gives you shivers.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, more shivers than you already had.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Never have you felt this way, but you wish the feeling of you and him together never fades.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon pulls away from the onslaught of Prench kisses as he breathes hot and steamy breaths to recapture the air he had lost.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, he looks at you with eyes that not only contain his hunger for you, but his desire.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I always thought you were cute, Twi.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile as a cute giggle escapes you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel so giddy right now...</span><br />&quot;I know. You called me a &quot;QT?.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, you've always been one though.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A concern rises in your mind.</span><br />&quot;This isn't just some...some sex is it? I mean...I love your build and you're hotter than Countess Coloratura's new album but...you're feeling this too, right?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I feel a mare that loves me for something besides my body. The fact that you love me for me? It's literally the best thing next to meeting you in the first place.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know you must look ridiculous with how enchanted you seem by Anon but you can't help it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Literally everything he just said pulls your heart-strings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kiss him briefly again and pull away.</span><br />&quot;I was gonna say the same thing, Anon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He nuzzles his nose to your snout as you two just smile at each other happily.</span><br />&quot;I haven't felt this much like myself since my coronation...yet here I am, with a multitude of broken bones and aches...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And you couldn't be happier.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You know it, big boy.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon kisses your little snout with an amused grin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Did you just say big boy?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Shut up. We're having a moment.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shutting up...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Connecting your mouth with his once more, the tingles rise up your spine as the chills only increases alongside the intensity you and him share.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You press deeply into his kiss, trying your hardest to please him, silently hoping you're not a bad kisser.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;I mean, you've not kissed a boy since forever...and you were still a little, little filly in school.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So...technically Anon's your first &quot;real&quot; kiss then, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;He pulls back as he gently bites your lower lip before parting away with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;U-unf!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He then presses back, touching tongues together as you and him both breathe each other's air.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel dizzy doing this, but you don't care.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's just too hot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, he flicks his tongue, making you take a short intake of air through a slight gasp.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He pauses before he resumes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Am I too much? Should I be more gentle.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Not at all. I'm not bad at kissing, am I?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon grins.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;This isn't your first kiss, is it Twi-Twi?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You almost bluff and retort, but immediately decide against it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wouldn't matter if you did say the bluff because the cute blushing pout on your face seems to answer it for you.</span><br />&quot;...maybe,&quot; you say quietly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He rakes his &quot;fingernails&quot; over your coat as he pets you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Tonight's gonna be a first for more than kissing then.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Er, q-quite!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to sound dignified, but your inner dork escapes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Man, you spill spaghetti more than Pinkie Pie makes cakes...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At least he seems to find it cute?</span><br />&quot;I-I kinda wanna try something...can I?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon gives a thumbs up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Go for it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Okay, keep it together...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You face Anon's collarbone from the neck of his shirt as you observe how it moves under his healthy skin with his muscles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You then sink your head down to it, opening your mouth around the bone as your tongue feels the details of it's anatomy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon breathes a pleasant sound, and begins stroking you again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The joint moves a bit as you suck on it, but continue anyways.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, you stop pulling to find a little bruise on it.</span><br />&quot;Wait, I-I didn't hurt you, did I?&quot; you ask, pointing to the mark you left.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He sees it and giggles at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That's a hickie, Twi. It's from sucking on my skin. It's fine.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blush as you mentally slap yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Stupid Twi, stupid!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course that's a hickey, you know what hickies are!</span><br />&quot;O-oh...yeah, I forgot,&quot; you nervously chuckle out.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twi. You're shaking.&quot;</span><br />&quot;I am? I am! Oh, it's just that, um...&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You fumble for words, and even though you think of some, you seem to be incapable of speaking clearly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He puts a finger over your bumbling lips to silence you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His eyes look reassuring, and they manage to calm you...or at least enough to listen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey Twi? Listen to me.&quot; he says calmly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon pets your cheek soothingly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's alright if you're nervous...ya know why?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head no.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Because I'm nervous too.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;You have no idea how moist am I right now, do you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He boops you on the nose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well maybe I can find out?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His finger immediately starts to tease your aroused vulva, eliciting a sharp gasp from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon silences it with a tender kiss as you melt in his mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With each touch of his surreal fingers, your lower region twitches at the slightest form on contact.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just a simple brushing of your labia with his fingers jolts you like a shock of static electricity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You breathe heavy breaths in the kiss, making you and Anon dizzy from the carbon dioxide breathed out by you two.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It almost feels like a sort of buzz or high of sorts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You separate from each other for air and let your sounds of sharp pleasure escape freely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon rubs the lips of your pussy as his fingers becomes wet from the dripping arousal drenching them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your sharp gasps turn to pleasured moans and yelps as his dexterous digits begin to tease your vulnerable clitoris.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your pussy throbs as it aches to be filled with something--anything--to make her seem full.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead, Anon's fingers flick and squeeze your pearl.</span><br />&quot;Hah! Oh my gosh, I love your fingers... more...please.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He obeys with a silent grin.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tremble in his hold as his appendages make you feel more and more eager to be filled.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This only makes you more desperate for release, or to have Anon's cock inside of your tight little oven.</span><br />&quot;I want more please. I want you inside me! I'll do anything Anon. ANYTHING!&quot; you cry to the focused human.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;What happens next overwhelms you that you have to lay your head against his chest as if it were your neck were no longer capable of holding such weight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly, Anonymous sinks his pointer finger down inside your tight vaginal walls, taking his time as he seems to appreciate the texture of your insides.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You bark at him loudly.</span><br />&quot;A-Anonymous, I swear --ohmygoshsofuckinggood-- to Mother-fucking Celestia i-if you don't hurry, I'll-EEEYYY!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He immediately plunders his appendage deep within you, causing a yelp to holler its way out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wriggle and squeal as Anon holds you while you cry out in complete savory.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With precision that could best a unicorn's magic, he worms his way to places your hoof couldn't have hoped to reach previously, nor any other hoof that even dares to be capable of reaching such spots inside your rich pussy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With the unexplored areas of your inside discovered, Anonymous momentarily ceases.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How's it feeling so far?&quot; he says, his finger patiently waiting inside you.</span><br />&quot;It's weird,&quot; you pant out breathlessly, &quot;but in a really good way. Usually ponies use hooves for this stuff, but fingers feel amazing.... &quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He nods gently as your heart races more than Rainbow Dash.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Good, cause this next part is gonna feel weirder.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you can ask what he means, he curls his finger as if it were a hoof waving someone over to them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It feels odd.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In fact, it feels freaky as hell having a finger inside you...but then again, it felt freaky, and you definitely wanna get freaky.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His finger makes contact with the rimmed flesh inside you, and the way it squirms around inside is highly arousing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your body shivers and shakes from the foreign pleasure as whimpers squeak out of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This feeling is simply marvelous, unlike any other you've felt before.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your lower abdomen starts to tense, building more pressure than the Mariana's trench.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tense more when Anon begins to move his finger with haste.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the muscles of your belly clench, your screams of delight reach new heights as you feel as if a dam is about to burst.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't even bear how strangely hot his fingers feel inside you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel your peak and your brain turns to static.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your body on the other hoof...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It cums fucking buckets.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not literally, but you'd not know any better to be honest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It happens like a slingshot, all the buildup finally shot out within the blink of an eye.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An explosion of cum blasts out from your cunt, drenching Anonymous's fingers and possibly part of the couch, yet the downpour doesn't seem to end.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn't matter though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're too lost in another realm, one filled with euphoria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The climax rockets through your whole body with the intensity and force of a roller-coaster.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're now sure if the world around you quakes, or if you can't control how much you tremble and shake, yet neither would surprise you at this point.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mouth opens freely as involuntary sounds of gibberish flood from your mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Alas, the feeling of true enlightenment begins to fade away as your mind reclaims your body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You immediately go limp in his hold as you breath tiredly while laying on his cum-soaked chest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You climb atop him and smile.</span><br />&quot;I wanna get freaky.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We just did.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...Freakier, then?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're injured.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Didn't stop you earlier. Besides, orgasm's a great painkiller...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, so why don't ya go fuck yourself?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Zigga please.</span><br />&quot;...Screw you, Anon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He kisses your cheek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I love ya too.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile hopefully.</span><br />&quot;So...is that a yes?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon grumbles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You think you'll be ok?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smile.</span><br />&quot;With you I will be.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He sighs with a defeated face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;How the fuck can I say &quot;no&quot; after that?&quot;</span><br />&quot;You don't,&quot; you purr as you know you'll coax him into it.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You put your hoof on the waistband of his pajamas.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon looks conflicted with his situation.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He obviously wants to, but his concern continues to hinder him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Alright. But the next time we do this, you'll have to be better, ok?&quot;</span><br />&quot;With you watching me, I get a feeling that won't be too far away.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon blushes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Geesh, ease up on that flattery. You're making me blush.&quot;</span><br />&quot;That's literally been my life ever since my injury occured.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He chuckles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The compliments were genuine if it makes you feel better.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah,&quot; you grin cheekily to him, &quot;and they do make me feel better.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull more on his waistband.</span><br />&quot;Can I see it now?&quot; you ask him.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Go on ahead Twi.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You waste no time squirming down to lay on his lap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You see his pajamas' crotch has a bulge sticking out eagerly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yes, you know what it is, but the question of &quot;what does his look like&quot; rings throughout your head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull his pants off from the waist that is much too large for the size of his healthy body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They sag slightly below his hips, barely covering his pubic bone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon has no idea how much of a tease he is, does he?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You take a mental snapshot of the undeniably erotic display before moving forth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slowly pull down on his pants as his flawless skin is uncovered.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've seen Anon in shorts, so seeing that he has muscular legs was old news to you...but seeing his muscular thighs make you almost double take.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He's got muscles that'd make trouble shoes or Big Macintosh blush...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why'd you stop? Everything okay?&quot; asks a confused Anon.</span><br />&quot;Dayum son.&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He hesitates.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Mi Scusi?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You snap out of your stop.</span><br />&quot;Uh, sorry. Just never saw how muscular your thighs were before.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I hope that's not all you're impressed with...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pull down more, and as his shaft starts to reveal itself, your eyes widen to preposterous lengths.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's incredible.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd say it's like a stallion's but slightly larger, a tad bit longer, and looks far more satisfying.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's like every mare's dream penis: long, big, fulfilling, and rounded to give more pleasure to the female.</span><br />&quot;Wow.&quot; you whisper in silent awe of his proud dick.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I take you like what you see?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Anon, you're dick's perfect...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unfortunately, males never last long enough for females.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...But maybe Anon's different?</span><br />&quot;Uh, how long?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I measured 6-7 or so inches.&quot;</span><br />&quot;...okay, while that's also impressive, I meant how long can you last?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;He shrugs uncertainly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not sure. Never had any action like this before I came here. I could go for ten minutes whenever I did. Last longer the second time, though.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ten minutes!?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh you're going to have plenty of fun with Anon tonight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You remain silent as you observe the magnificent log of meat before your very eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wonder what it taste like?</span><br />&quot;C-can I?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Go on a...head!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Out of all the people I could have fallen for...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You proceed to roll out your tongue as you bring it near Anon's pulsing member.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It scent wasn't too disgusting, and in fact smelled quite neutral.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His pubes weren't as furry as a Wildebeest, but nicely trimmed in a neat and honestly quite appealing manner.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd say Rarity would be proud, but you'd doubt she'd actually see areas so vulgar in nature as something quite &quot;couth.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tongue makes first contact with his dick at its base.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As your eyes meet, you begin to drag it up his whole length, all the way to the tip of his head while earning a delightful moan of approval.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You proceed to taunt his urges as you begin feeling somewhat more adventurous, allowing your tongue to lick his sensitive head as he breathes heavily.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, you flick your tongue over the slit of his urethra, making him gasp softly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To be honest, hearing his deep voice moan like this was kind of odd, yet the way it conveyed his pleasure was enough to make your legs drip with fluids.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;implying you weren't already as wet as the pacific</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pleased with the reaction yet desiring more, you begin to slowly engulf his head into your mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His leg twitches as your tongue feels every detail of his long cock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look back at Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He smiles gently as he nods you to go further.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You oblige.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to push your head closer to his pelvis while swallowing more of his dick.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon starts to clench his fist as he allows himself to succumb to your mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You honestly like the feeling of making him feel so fantastic, to know that you're the thing that can make him want you, and not just the other way around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd feel more dominant if you didn't just realize that you're enjoying his dick in your mouth as much as he himself does, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The feeling of having him inside you, even by a mere blowjob, makes you feel warm, aroused, and incredibly in need of more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Knowing that you could be bobbing instead of thinking, you continue to do just that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The next few minutes go by as you practically inhale his dick, pushing him down your gullet as much as you can.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually, you feel daring enough to try to go at a faster pace, and proceed to throat-fuck him, deep-throating as best as you can.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon groans at the feeling of your tight throat hugging his thick cock, as it's repeatedly taken in by your esophagus.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His hips begin to buck as his head throbs profusely.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, he can't hold it anymore, and spews fresh and hot cum in your throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can see the bulging lump on your neck of where his massive cock is as he releases his torrents of jizz down your gullet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to literally choke on his dick as the spurts of his cum only assist in the matter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gag, tears welling in your eyes, yet as much as you struggle...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You swallow as much of him as you can, tasting his salty semen as rockets out so hard, so of it even escapes from the corners of your mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...with his cock in your throat.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's a shit ton of cum.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A shit ton that you completely find addictive now, gulping down his splooge.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By the time he's finished, his semi-soft cock lays at rest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You make sure to get any last drop of cum from it before you let it out of your mouth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pant as if you've been drowning and look at Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yep, this was definitely worth it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His smile is a tired one, yet powerful and loving.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It only motivates you to do more.</span><br />&quot;You're not done, are you?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon scoffs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I haven't had sex since I got to Equestria, of course I'm not done.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blush, as you then realize something quite important.</span><br />&quot;...Uh, what do I do next?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon winks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nothing.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, what?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you can question him, he spins you around so that your face is back at his dick, but your pussy faces him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He scooches your flank closer to his face as his hands grope your tender ass cheeks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quiver as the gentle breath from his nostrils gingerly tickles your puffy vagina.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You couldn't see what he was doing, and that scared you...yet felt incredibly arousing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What he's going to do could happen at any moment, and it could be his tongue, finger, who knows?</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The beating in your chest increases as adrenaline flows through your whole body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even with the knowledge that he could begin whatever he wants at any second, when you feel his hands spread your legs open, you suck in a gasp and hold your breath.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wow, you thought you felt vulnerable before?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well now you feel downright shameful and embarrassed, even dirty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If only Anon could see your face, then he'd witnessed the nervousness, humiliation, and anxiety that you were feeling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;..Wait, are you whimpering?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Twi, you okay?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yeah, you were totally whimpering.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I can stop if you want me to, Twi. We really don't have to do this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gulp nervously before you speak up.</span><br />&quot;I'm just intimidated...I mean, I've never really...y'know?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon stays silence as he takes in what you said.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, he turns you back so your faces see each other once more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Is this your first time?&quot; he asks carefully.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You clear your throat as you decide to work your way under his arms.</span><br />&quot;I-I've only had it once. It was nothing special like this, just dumb sex...it wasn't that pleasant for me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon kisses your cheek.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There's nothing wrong with that. We'll help each other out.&quot;</span><br />&quot;B-but I feel embarrassed because I can't impress you, then you're gonna think I'm weird, a-and then I'll spill my spaghetti, and--!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whoa there, Twi...I love you because you're weird. You're not some perfect princess who has to be impressive, you're my quirky book-horse!&quot; he says affectionately.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel your heart slow down as he holds you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We don't have to do this tonight. We can try again another time when you feel better.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shake your head in a definite no.</span><br />&quot;No. It's too late now. You've been teasing me for so long, and I've just...ugh!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your frustration increases.</span><br />&quot;Anon, I can't wait anymore. Just rut me! Please!&quot;<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon lays still for a moment as he thinks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, he finally comes to a conclusion.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Alright, get on my lap.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You obey his wish as fast as you can, sliding all the way down to his lap.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;His dick is hard, rising again to please you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're so excited you could burst!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When he seems fully erect, you place your eager pussy above it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could cry by how badly you wanted this...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twi? You're crying...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ok, maybe you are crying by how much you've wanted this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look into his eyes.</span><br />&quot;I've wanted this so badly.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to lower your pussy on top of his head, and with a slight push down, you begin to slide on his cock as fills your tight pussy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't think you'd moan so easily, but you already sound like a desperate mare in heat as your vocalizations show how pleased you are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon moans with you as your tight pussy squeezes him inside the depths of your practically unused tunnel.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The feeling of a dick inside you is a sensation you've desired for a long, long time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's even better than you remembered it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every detail of his lengthy cock feels magnificent as your go lower and lower till you can't go anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It feels strange.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Very strange.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yet despite how unfamiliar you are with the ways of the bed, you're determined to make this best night you and him will ever have.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rock your hips as Anon's cock is completely sheathed within you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The size takes time to adjust to, but how his giant dick stretches your soft virgin flesh, it makes you whimper like some sort of whore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide it's about time to rise yourself from his length once again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As you do, your slick inside walls feel his dick sliding against them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right you pull off his cock, the very tip pops out with a very sensitive &quot;schluck&quot; sound.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It makes you and Anon both suck in your breaths.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Soon, you find yourself missing the way his meaty length would expand inside you, or how nice it felt for your to wrap your walls around his dick in a blanket of yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You go down again, the feeling becoming strong as all of the muscles in your tummy start to clench, almost as if they were preventing an explosion coming forth.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead of just going all the way down though and then removing yourself, you feel a spark of influence guide you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're incredibly aroused now, and your arousal only grows stronger.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Thefirerises.jpg</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin to ride Anon's member savagely, bouncing up and down as fast as your injured body could let you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not enough, you want fucking more dammit!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You begin yelping as he begins to pump himself into you as well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm not gonna let you do all the work.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh my goooooosh...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You catch yourself drooling as Anon only quickens the pace when he decides he likes seeing you so helpless at his cock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hips move on their own accord as you just cry in dearest pleasure as it takes you by full force.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Each powerful thrust he makes into your young little pussy sends a shockwave of unbearable euphoria that makes your whole body quake and shake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your inside walls then proceed to milk Anon's juicy dick of any cum you can manage to get out yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The huge tension in your belly increases as the pleasure reaches an absolute highlight as screams, coherent thoughts, and words all swirl into each other like being flushed down a toilet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon screams with you as he feels it, too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're vagina clamps around his member as you know something big is coming next.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Literally.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With your sense of rationality gone away, you don't even hold back anymore.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Screams erupt from you as your body forces it's most powerful orgasm yet.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon fires his own blast of cum deep inside you, the mixture of both sensations making you twitch and mumble things you don't even understand yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lay still on top of Anon as you quake from the sheer blast that you continue to squirt out, gushing his lodged in cock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The world spins into nothing as your brain is like a static tv, completely fried.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can't even sit up on top of him as you clumsily collapses onto his chest, drool dripping onto him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moments later, Anon pulls out with a sensitive pop, one that makes you yelp as you cum again from how sensitive your parts are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You cream once more as you begin moaning ravenously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If somepony were to walk in right now, they'd see a human with a princess laying on him limply as a ragdoll, one that's excessively orgasming to the point where she's a vegetable in the head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That's you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;YOU'RE that pony right now, Twi.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As your body comes down from it's high, you come back down to Equestria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's strange, feeling yourself in this heavy body.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your hind legs are going to be feeling really funny...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That doesn't matter, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The afterglow is the equivalent to nirvana, laying in absolute satisfaction as you feel &quot;enlightened.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your body tingles with dopamine as you feel giddy, yet incredibly emotional at the same time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sniffle as you catch tears dribbling down your face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon's quick to notice.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twi? You ok?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wrap your lethargic front hooves around his big chest in a hug.</span><br />&quot;I'm wonderful, Anon...&quot; you say, wiping tears with a little giggle.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, believe me, I know that already,&quot; Anon mutters to himself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You flash a big smile despite your tiredness and odd tears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This confuses him.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You know you're crying, right?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, I know...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...care to elaborate on why?&quot;</span><br />&quot;I-I don't know. It's just that y-you're important to me, y'know? And I know this sounds really cheesy, but...You're a good person. I mean it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon's eyes twinkle as you say that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a touched face, he smiles.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Cuddle me before you see me cry.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle sleepily as you snuggle in with the human.</span><br />&quot;I think you know this already, but just in case...I love you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I love you too.&quot;</span><br /><br />THE END<br />Special Thanks to NoodleLand</div></div>




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