Yanderpy: Chapter 2

The weather's nice in Ponyville today. Although, with ponies that literally control the weather here, not much less could be expected.

The two of you are at a park, sitting under the shade of a tree. Derpy is propped up against your side, nuzzling into you and occasionally sighing.

This bothers you.

Nevertheless, you stick by your vow to be nicer to the little gray pegasus. You decide to start by scratching her behind the ear. In response, she smiles, sticking her tongue out to the side whilst leaning into your hand. You have to admit, it's kind of cute.

See? You just need to give people second chances. You can't throw someone out of your life just because of a few faults; everyone has their own unique quirks and such.

Speaking of quirkiness, a certain 'unique' purple unicorn has been spotted on the horizon.

She seems to notice you as well. She trots through the grass, soon coming to a stop before the two of you.

With a smile, she greets each of you in turn. “Hey there, Anon. Derpy.”

“Hey, Twilight.” You absentmindedly cease petting Derpy's head. “What's up?”

“Well, I've always wanted to observe the local flora and fauna of Ponyville ever since I arrived here, but I've never really had the time until now. So, I was just on my way to Fluttershy's in case she wanted to come along, since she seems to be somewhat knowledgeable in the subject.” She pauses for a beat. “So, how about you two?”

You're about to reply, but Derpy cuts you off.

“Well, we -were- enjoying the park together,” she says, casting a scowl Twilight's way. The confused unicorn steps back, looking to you for answers. You don't have any; you're caught off guard as well.

Twilight glances back and forth between the two of you. She frowns, as if trying to solve a problem.

Her eyes suddenly widen, and you think you see a lightbulb appear above her head. “Oh! I'm sorry, I had no idea you two were –” She stops mid sentence, before grinning and dancing on the tips of her hooves excitedly. “Aw, how cute!”

What? No, bad Twilight! Bad Twilight! “No, no, Twi, we're just –”

“It's okay, Anon, you don't have to be embarrassed. It's only natural.” She switches from scientist to girl as she lets out a high-pitched squee. “I was just passing by here, I'll leave you two alone. Goodbye, 'Anonyderpy!'”

Her giggling trails off as she trots away, leaving you and the blonde pony alone again. You're left with your mouth open, your objection caught in your throat.

And to make things worse, Derpy is not only still snuggling up against your side, but has taken to hugging you.

“Great,” you say, trying to scoot away from the gray pegasus, “ponies think we're dating now.”

“Oh?” Derpy snickers.

“Yeah. Why didn't you speak up, Derpy? Why didn't you say anything?”

“Well...” She puts her hoof to her chin, obviously pretending to be in thought. “I thought that it might be funny if we just acted like we were together. Like a practical joke.” Her cheeks tinged pink, she smiles sheepishly at you. “Wouldn't that be an awesome prank, Anon?”

“No, it wouldn't,” you state flatly.

“Well, what if... just hear me out here. What if...” She begins to draw a little bit closer, closing the distance you'd made from her creepy hugging. “...it wasn't a prank?”

What.

She winks at you. “Also... there's something very special I want you to have, Anon.”

One of her wings opens up. Tucked underneath her feathers is a gold chain with a heart-shaped diamond attached at the end.

Holyshitwhatthefuck – !

“This cost me my entire life savings,” she says quietly, turning the Celestia-knows-how-expensive jewel over in her hoof.

She looks at it with the same tenderness a mother would look at her child. She takes one last look at the priceless stone, before turning to you.

“I want you to have it.”

Those five words nearly give you a heart attack. While the neurons in your brain repeatedly misfire, Derpy slips the necklace over your head, making sure to softly stroke your cheek as she pulls her hoof back.

She looks you up and down, liking the way it looks on you. You're still unable to form words.

Derpy, however, seems to have more to say. “And you know, there's something else I want you to have...”

She pulls the necklace over her head as well, shimmying her way into the opening. The necklace clearly was not meant for two; it very tightly sandwiches you together, leaving little room to breathe as you are breast to breast with the small blonde mare, your hands propping both your and her body up as she leans against you.

You're completely paralyzed. You're so close you can smell and taste her hot minty breath, noticing the slight twitch of her derped eye as her lips barely brush against yours – teasing you, sending shivers up your spine, as she whispers two final words.

“...my virginity.”

She lurches forward in a passionate kiss, driving you to the ground as she immediately begins to dry-hump you.

Well, not so dry.

Out of the corner of your eye, ponies are watching. Parents cover their childrens' eyes, many ponies leave, and a few weirdos draw a little closer. All the while, some meat is added to the sandwich.

Through the hot makeout session, you attempt resistance. “N-no... Derpy...”

It's honestly kind of hard, what with her literally strapped to your chest and begging to be fucked.

“Nnmmm...” She seems to be trying to smother your opposition, pressing against your lips even harder. You feel her hooves fumbling with your pants, tapping the button a few times as she tries to undo it.

“Derpy...” You forget what you're trying to say, making it sound like you're calling out her name. This seems to encourage her, as the humping increases in pace.

Your mind is a fog. A fog of pure ecstasy.

Wait. No! Don't let this happen! She's forcing herself on you, Anon! Resist! Resist!

You finally find the will to take control of yourself. “Derpy, stop!” you yell, forcefully shoving her off of you. You hear a snap as the weak metal chain breaks, throwing the priceless pendant to the ground and finally separating your bodies.

She's held at bay by your outstretched arms. She hangs just above you with confused, crossed eyes, as if to say, 'I just don't know what went wrong!'. A line of drool hangs from her mouth to yours, which she promptly slurps up and attempts to swallow.

After her failed saliva slurping, reality begins to set in for the little pony. “I... B-but I...” Her eyes begin to water. They dart all over the place, looking everywhere but you until a look of anger settles over her.

“Why... WHY WON'T YOU LOVE ME, ANON?!” she screams in your face. A gray hoof strikes you in the cheek, before Derpy pushes herself off of you and runs off, wailing the entire way.

You stare off in her direction as she shoots off at a dead sprint. You just sit there, dazed and still trying to comprehend what just happened.

A glint catches your eye. The diamond heart lies in the grass. You pick it up and stuff it into your pocket as you stand. As you cross the park to leave, all eyes are on you. Some ponies give you angry glares, others just watch in curiosity or concern; often, a mix of both.

“Dick...” you hear someone mutter as you pass. You pay them no mind; after all that's happened, you really couldn't give a shit.

You just want to get home and finish that nap.

“So, Carrot Top. I just need to ask...”

The orange mare pretends not to hear you, busying herself with something or another under the counter of her stall.

“...are you ignoring me?”

Her fumbling stops. She finally looks up and addresses you, only with a frown and a furrowed brow rather than her usual smile.

“Are you going to buy something, or not? Because I have customers, Anon.”

You look around. It's early morning, and there really aren't many ponies around the market. Mostly shopkeepers setting up, and the occasional early bird.

“I'll move if I see one.”

“Look,” she says, slamming both hooves on the countertop. This raises her onto her hind legs, bringing her eye-to-eye with you as she fixes you with a glare. “I think it's pretty obvious that I really don't want to talk to you right now. So why don't you just go off, do whatever Anons do when they're not playing mares.”

What?

“'Playing mares?'” you ask. “What are you talking about?”

She busies herself again, not looking at you any longer. Fortunately, she's at least considerate enough to answer your question. “You know damn well, Anon.”

To an extent, you suppose.

“Well, care to remind me what I seem to know all about?”

“Derpy came home crying yesterday. Care to explain that?”

The first thing that comes out of your mouth may not be your brightest. “She, uh, tried to rape me?”

Carrot stops what she's doing. She stares you straight in the eye.

“Really?” She starts slowly, but her pace rapidly increases. “What the fuck are you talking about, Anon?”

You might as well be arguing that the town's librarian becomes a princess one day. “I'm serious, Carrot! What, do you want me to lie?”

Actually, no. That she gets her own damn kingdom.

“Okay, first of all, let's suppose she was even strong enough to force herself on you –“

“Well, of course I didn't let her! But she tried! She's fucking loony, Carrot!”

“Who are you talking to, Anon?”

That voice. Oh Celestia, wasn't that perfect timing? Ever so slowly, you turn around to face the bane of your existence, the reason for all your troubles.

As seems to be the norm, you find yourself unable to speak. The little gray pegasus stares at you with her one eye; the other one seems to be covered up with a drawing. The drawing is of her eye, just straight forward instead of off to the side and very childish-looking.

Again, you speak the first that that pops up in your head. “I – Uh, are you okay, Derpy?”

'Are you okay?' Goddamn, do you even need to ask?

“Oh, I'm fine. I'm better, actually.” She smiles sweetly up at you. “See, I figured out why you wouldn't love me before. It was because of my eye, wasn't it?”

She's saying wouldn't and was as if you suddenly like her now. You really just want to back away, but then you would be backing up into the stall.

A bit trapped, you answer her question. “No, it wasn't, Derpy. And frankly, this wouldn't have changed anything anyway. After all it's just a piece of paper – ”

She suddenly interrupts. “J-Just a piece of paper?” Both eyes begin to water up. Wetness begins to show through the drawn-on paper eye, making it soggy and translucent. You can see past that now; her crooked eye points somewhere way off to the side, just as it does anytime she's upset.

“I- I poured my heart and soul into making it... just... right...”

She sniffles, looking sadly at the ground. Then, she grabs the paper with her hoof, tearing it off and throwing it on the ground. She stomps on it a few times with one of her forehooves, and once again runs off in a trail of tears.

“Celestia damn it, Anon!” Carrot says from behind you. “She was already insecure about her eye, and you just had to go and make it worse?!”

You put up the only defense you have left. “Carrot, I'm telling you she's insane!”

This only seems to make it worse. “She's not insane, just insecure! How would you feel if you had to go your whole life bullied by other ponies, just because you're a little different?”

She exits her stall, muttering as she walks off, “Why she had to fall for such a dick, only Celestia knows.”

That’s the second time this week.

It's after work that same day. You walk down the road leading back to your home, wondering what to do. Carrot Top hates your guts. And, come to think of it, now you're not sure she ever really even liked you. The way she talked made it seem like she wasn't even slightly miffed about you 'seeing' another mare.

Fuck. You probably misread everything.

You're just going to have to move on, Anon.

The cross-eyed freak is still out of the question, though. No doubt about that.

As you near your house, something about it seems off. Usually, your place gives off a warm, homey feeling, the kind that only – well, a home can give. Right now, however...

Guh. You just can't place your finger on it.

You try the doorknob. It's locked, which means that nobody could have used the door to get in.

Good.

An unsettling thought crosses your mind. Just for extra measure, you walk the house's perimeter and check all your windows. Just in case.

Nothing appears to be broken. You breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that your house is clear of all intruders.

You unlock your door and step inside. One by one, you begin flicking on all the lights. You get a chill down your spine, but you convince yourself that it's nothing. You’ve checked every entrance, so unless Santa came down your chimney, you should be safe.

Still, you can't help but be careful about each room you step into. You peek your head through every doorway before passing through.

Just in case.

Pretty soon, you're sure you've gone through just about every room in the house. You breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that you're safe and sound from any ~~Derpy~~ intruders. You walk into your room, where you proceed to flop onto your mattress and pull a magazine out from under the bed.

Maybe a good fapping session will make you feel a little better. You open up the magazine, imagining yourself in lewd positions with each paper mare you set your eyes on.

Five minutes later, and you barely have a halfie going. As it turns out, it's rather difficult to masturbate while you're sad, and it doesn't help that every mare seems to remind you of Carrot in some way.

Sexy body, nice face, that hot bed-head mane...

You sigh, opting to head into the bathroom. You kinda need to pee, and maybe you can pick up some lube in case you decide to go for another attempt later.

As you approach the bathroom door, you realize that every room in the house had been checked, but the bathroom. You chuckle to yourself. Perhaps now you're going to see some kind of horrible monster in there, or something?

Maybe. The bathroom is where all the scary things happen.

Shut up, brain.

You open the bathroom door. A horrible stench suddenly hits you, causing you to reel back in disgust.

Fuck. You know that isn't from those burritos you ate last night. Not even you could blow up a bathroom that bad.

You push the door open again, holding your nose this time. Strangely enough, a beam of light is cast down from the ceiling, slightly illuminating a rather dark spot on the bathroom floor.

It looks like... No, it isn't. It can't be.
Hesitantly, you flick on the light. What you see causes you to freeze in horror.

Blood. Blood everywhere, staining the white tiles, white walls, white sink... Everything that was white has now been splattered or, at the least, speckled with red.

It takes a few minutes, but you finally find it within yourself to step inside. Your shoe makes a squelching noise as it touches the floor, somehow giving you the comical image of a cartoon character slipping on a banana peel.

You tread carefully.

Chunks and bits of wood litter every flat surface, fully immersed in the caking blood like fruit in jello. You look upwards, where the beam of light came from. A crude hole, definitely large enough for a pony to fit through, has been made in your ceiling.

You survey the damage. Everything is surreal. You pinch yourself just to make sure you aren't dreaming.

Nope. This nightmare is real.

On the mirror is some barely distinguishable writing, hoof-written in blood. It takes you a moment, but you're able to make it out:

“I did this for you, Anon.”

Right underneath this is your sink. A heart has been drawn around your sink. You retch; not by the fact that she literally used blood to draw a picture of a heart in your bathroom, or the fact that your knife rests, coated in this same blood, on your bathroom countertop.

No, it's what is inside your sink that nearly causes you to coat your hand in vomit. One white, gold, and pink-red orb sits inside your sink, staring right back at you.

It's been very crudely cut out, as it doesn't resemble anything near a perfect sphere. It's still pretty recognizable as an eye, though; a small piece of the optic nerve still remains intact, and aside from now being mostly tomato red, you can still make out the cornea, pupil, and iris.

That golden iris. It's unmistakable.

And, there it goes. Your tuna and tomato sandwich from earlier.

Author's Note

My proofreader linked this song at the part where Derpy gives Anon the two 'gifts.' I swear, I didn't know whether to laugh, or cry at the beauty of it.

I had a comedy tag on this at first, but wasn't sure if it would be appropriate. Should I add it back? I mean, there's a lot of this that I can't help but laugh at whenever I reread it, even if some of the situations are rather grim.