A few days have gone by. There’s not much for Anon to say about what’s been going on. Taking care of a sick person, or pony in this instance, is just like taking care of any sick person. They stay in bed, eat and use the restroom. The last part was a bit of a challenge to figure out but Molestia wasn’t lying when she said she was strong. It seems that alicorns, as Molestia calls them, are a bit more hardy than the average pony. She was able to do her own business and return to bed without delay.

Still, even with all her power, she was still stuck in a bed by the end of the day. Anon made sure she was properly fed and comfortable. However, lately there’s been a problem arising. Her smell. She’s been in that bed for three days already and she’s starting to smell like a horse. As much as Anon doesn’t want to do this, he also doesn’t want to continue to smell her. A simple rag wash isn’t going to cut it this time around. He need to give her a proper cleaning.

Anon is standing at her door with a bucket of warm soapy water and a sponge in hand. Warming the water was easy, finding the sponge, also rather easy... The soap... Yeah, it took awhile for him to scavenge what he found. Some ponies like to leave their camping supplies after they leave and Anon was lucky enough to find some fur soap. He has no idea how it’ll work but it’s better than nothing. Anon decides to get this over with quickly and walks into the room.

Molestia is still asleep. He has to say that she looks rather peaceful while she’s resting. Heck, in the right light, he’s willing to admit she’s rather beautiful. Maybe it has to do with the fact that she’s been the only creature that’s talked to him since his arrival? He doesn’t know but he does enjoy talking to her about her world and even sharing about his own. Anon sets the bucket next to her as he pulls a seat over. Molestia starts to stir a bit as she wakes up.

She smiles when she sees Anon.

“Hmm? What are you doing here?”

Anon lifts up the bucket briefly before setting it back down.

“Pardon my rudeness, Molly, but you stink. I think it’s time I give you a bath.”

Insulting as that is, Molestia does agree that she’s starting to smell a bit ripe.

“I see. Well, you won’t hear any complaints from me, Anon.”

“If you’re alright with it, then can you sit up for me?”

She nods and slowly gets into a seated position. The blanket that covered her before falls onto her lap. Anon looks at her messy mane, unkempt fur and general disarray of her appearance. She looks far different than the pony he first met at the front of the castle. While an odd way to put it, she looks more human like this. The picture of any sick person sits in front of him. He refocuses his mind and reaches into the bucket for the sponge. The water is still perfectly heated as he makes sure to wring the sponge out a bit. He gets up and takes his seat on the side of her bed so he’s level with her.

“Hope you don’t mind.” He says.

“I don’t.”

“Alright, I’ll start with your face.”

Anon reaches over with his left hand and rests it on her right cheek so he can turn her to face him. With his right hand he places the sponge at the top of her forehead, just above her horn, pushes lightly into her fur and runs it down the side of her cheek. Molestia lets out a sigh of content as Anon briefly washes the sponge and returns to the top of her forehead but instead going down the left side of her face this time. Each time he does this he notices her fur turning a lighter shade of pink.

It seems he probably waited a bit too long to wash her. He makes sure to be gentle as he cleans around her eyes and even her muzzle. Molestia for the most part is enjoying the attention. This is a first for her. She’s never had a sponge bath before and Anon is making this experience very enjoyable. Once Anon is done with her face he looks at her horn and decides to clean that as well. Moletia flinches when she feels the sponge on her horn. While a horn isn’t anything special, Molestia contemplates if she should cast a spell while he’s cleaning it.

It’s well known that if a mare has her horn stimulated during magical casting, it can cause unexpected sexual stimulation and Molestia has gone a long time without stimulation. For the most part she’s been able to keep it under control but the temptation is strong. Yet as she watches Anon gently wash her, she decides against it. She doesn’t want to ruin this moment. Anon wrings out the sponge and once again dips it into the bucket. Now he needs to get her mane, which is a bit of a challenge.

He works the sponge to the best of his ability as he gets behind her ears and her mane. Molestia feels a moan come out of her as she feels him work her ears. Her ears have always been a bit sensitive but this sickness is making her skin all the more sensitive.

“Are you alright?” Anon asks unsure if he’s doing something wrong.

Molestia shakes her head.

“On the contrary, Anon. I’m feeling better by the second.”

Anon can understand how that feels. After he found this place, the first thing he did was jump into the stream and took a bath. Being stuck in the woods for weeks on end, trying to survive and eat left his body beaten and dirty. After he was cleaned he felt like a new man. Molestia must feel the same way. Seeing as she’s sick and can’t clean herself.

“That’s good to hear.”

He moves to her other ear and cleans it. It’s odd that the cleaner she gets, his happiness seems to grow. It’s probably the fact that she’s been the only contact he’s had since he came to this world, but he also likes to think that they might also be friends. It doesn’t take long for him to finish cleaning her face and mane. When he takes a moment to look at her, he finds that she’s looking just as radiant as when they first met. Still, that’s just her face, his job is still long from over.

“I hope you don’t mind me being so hands on.” Anon says as he starts to clean her withers.

Molestia chuckles. “I don’t mind. To be honest, this is far more tame than what I’m used to.”

That makes Anon raise a brow. It’s odd how Molestia always makes these references that he doesn’t understand. It’s almost as if she’s trying to be raunchy, but Anon pushes it off as just his mind playing tricks on him. She’s a princess after all. He doubts she’s like that. If anything, since he’s met her, she’s been rather patient and kind. He’s probably been stuck in the forest by himself for too long. His thoughts are starting to fray a bit. She’s most likely just talking about getting clothes made for her or something. Do ponies even wear clothes?

Molestia can only sit and enjoy as Anon finishes her withers and moves to her back. Molestia feels so odd inside. The constant thoughts of sex are starting to drift from her mind whenever Anon is around. It’s not as bad as it sounds, she feels at ease with him. Yet when he’s gone she feels those thoughts come back in force. There’s just something about him that she feels comfortable around. Almost as if she can be a different pony while he’s here. Perhaps it has something to do with his immunity to her passion magic?

Molestia still isn’t sure how he can ignore her musk without even a single lustful thought. It makes Molestia wonder so much about what he is and where he comes from. Yet since she’s been here, he’s only taken care of her. They’ve rarely had the time to talk to one another, as Molestia is sleeping most of the time. It’s odd, but she wants to know about his race, about him. Perhaps this would be the best time to ask?

“Anon, can you tell me about your people?”

“Hmm? What would you like to know?”

“Anything.”

Anon takes a second to think as he rinses out the sponge.

“Well, do you ponies have technology?” Anon asks.

“We do.”

“What’s the most advanced thing you have?”

“That would be the phonograph.”

Anon can’t help but feel a sudden laugh escape him.

“A-A phonograph?”

Molestia looks at him with a raised brow. “Is there something funny about that?”

“Yeah...” Anon calms himself and takes a deep breath. “How to put this into words. We have something like the phonograph but it’s significantly different.”

“How so?”

“Well, imagine it being this small.” Anon uses his hands to make the size of a standard mp3 player.

“Why so small?”

“So it’s portable. Not only that, but we don’t have those giant disks anymore. Instead, we store the music onto the phonograph. Most basic mp3 players, that’s we call them, can hold around one thousand songs.”

Molestia feels her eyes widen. “I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

Anon shugs. “That’s pretty low tier tech to us. Nowadays we just put music onto our phones.”

“Phone?”

Anon nods and reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. He places it onto Molestia’s lap as he continues to wash her back.

“That’s a phone. It ran out of batter a long time ago. So I can’t turn it on for you.”

Molestia uses her magic to pick it up and is surprised when she notices something appear in the dark void. She quickly lets it go and drops it onto her lap.

“Is it dangerous?” She asks.

“Why do you ask?”

“I saw something within the void.”

“Void?” Anon puts the sponge down and reaches over to take the phone. He looks at the screen and doesn’t see anything. “Are you sure?”

She nods. “I know I saw something.”

Anon shrugs. “Don’t know what to tell you.”

Anon puts the phone back on her lap. Molestia looks at the phone with caution. She knows she saw something. She once again uses her magic to pick it up and the apparition appears again!

“See!” She keeps it in her magic and she points it towards Anon.

“What the fuck?” Anon is stuck in shock as Molestia points to the battery charging image on his screen at his face. “What are you doing?” He asks.

“Nothing. I am simply holding it.”

“With what?”

“Magic.”

“Magic?”

Anon doesn’t see anything... Wait... He just noticed that her hooves weren’t holding the phone. It’s just floating there. Woah... so it’s true... She is Gandalf! She can use magic!

“Are you alright, Anon?”

Anon gulps slightly as he nods his head.

“Yeah... So...” He clears his throat. “Keep the phone in your magic. You’re charging my phone.”

“Charging?”

“Um... You’re bringing it back to life.”

Molestia looks at the creature in her magic. So this thing is alive?

“It was dead?”

“In a manner of speaking.”

“Does it have a name?”

“Samesong.”

“What an interesting name.”

This entire thing is weird. Trying to explain this phone to Molestia is going to be harder than he thought but if she’s actually charging the battery, then it’s only a matter of time until he can show her what it does.

“Does he or she talk?” Molestia asks.

Anon is brought from his thought.

“Yeah, but the phone isn’t alive.”

“I thought you said I was bringing it back to life?”

“That’s just a term we humans use. What you’re holding isn’t like you or me. It’s like a phonograph.”

“Oh?”

Molestia is so confused by all this information. It seems that Anon if far more complicated than she once thought.

“Yeah. Just keep holding it until the green inside of that image is full. Then I’ll show you something cool.”

Green? Molestia looks back at the image and does see that some green is contained in a rectangle of sorts. It’s currently a sliver but she notices that it’s growing. Anon can’t help the smile on his face at the astonished look on Molestia’s face. If she’s surprised by a charging image, than her mind's going to be blown by what else he has in store for her. Anon is finished with her back and moves to the front of her as he starts to clean her chest and stomach. He makes quick work of it, but that’s not all he must clean.

“Can you lay on your side?”

Molestia only nods, having never taken her eyes off the battery image. She falls onto her side, back facing Anon. He takes a deep breath before he grasps her covers and removes them. He just needs to wash her hind legs, tail and privates. This is weird. As much as Anon wants to think of her as nothing more than a undersized horse, he can’t do that. He finds his eyes drift to her hind end. He gulps heavily. She is rather plump. Anon hates to admit it, but she’s got a rather nice looking ass.

He even feels his gaze drift lower but her tail is in the way of what he wants to see. He shakes his thoughts away. He’s just on a dry spell and it’s starting to mess with him. The fact is that the princess is sick and vulnerable right now. He can’t take advantage of her! He’s not like that, he’ll never be like that! With those thoughts of assurance, Anon brings his sponge to the mark on her flank... Wait... Mark?

Anon feels his thoughts stop as he looks at an odd marking on her flank. It’s almost like she’s been branded. How did he not notice this before? He moves his hand and rests it on her mark. This is so weird. It’s not a brand or a tattoo. It’s actually her fur. What is this? Molestia feels her thoughts of wonder suddenly turn to thoughts of lust. She quickly looks back at Anon and notices that he’s playing with her cutiemark. She can see a curious gaze in his eyes as he parts her fur a bit. Molestia has to bite her lip some as she feels her mare parts getting hotter. A cutie mark isn’t very sensitive, but with her sickness, Molestia feels like she’s a filly just finding out what masturbation is.

“A-Anon.”

Anon looks over at Molestia and is shocked to see that she’s red in the face and sweating. He instantly is concerned as he stops looking at her cutie mark and gives her his full attention.

“Are you alright?”

She nods. “Yes... My cutie mark is a bit sensitive.”

“Cutie mark?” Molestia nods as she points at her cutie mark. Anon follows her hoof to the image on her ass. So that’s a cutie mark? “What does it mean?”

“It represents my willingness to spread love.”

“What?” Anon is confused.

“Do humans not have cutie marks?”

Anon shakes his head. “No.”

Molestia can feel herself regain composure. She shouldn’t be surprised that there is much that is still unknown between them. Explaining what a mark is should take her mind off the tingling in her marehood.

“Well. A pony's cutie mark represents what their talent is. This talent is a pony's destiny of sorts. If a pony is great at magic, they’ll get a magic related cutie mark.”

Well this is an odd thing for Anon to hear.

“You’re good at love?”

“In a manner of speaking.”

Huh. Anon has no idea how to take in this new information. So ponies have talents that define them as ponies? Seems kinda weird but also convenient. Humans have to search for what makes them special and many of them never find out what that is. So to have a mark that pretty much tells you, it must be rather nice. Anon goes back to looking at her mark. Should he clean it or is that a faux pas? Damn, interacting with a new race is really hard.

“Um... Is it alright if I touch it?” Anon asks as he holds the sponge in his hand.

Molestia nods.

“Yes, just be gentle. My skin is still sensitive.”

Anon gives a nod as he returns to cleaning her cutie mark. Molestia tries to ignore what is happening by looking at the device in her magic. The rectangle is filled halfway. It’s only a matter of time until it’s back to life. She can only wonder what lies within. It seems that her curiosity is stronger than her desire. She wonders what human music sounds like. Does it sound familiar to what ponies make or is it vastly different?

Anon can see that Molestia is once again lost in thought while she looks at the phone. He takes this as a good time to start finishing what he started. He moves back to cleaning her cutie mark, being extra gentle as to not rouse the princess from her thoughts. He can see her tail flick a bit but for the most part she’s remaining still. Anon lets out a sigh as he wrings the sponge clean and gets ready for the hard part. He can’t just let her privates remain dirty. It defeats the purpose of cleaning her.

He’s a grown adult and he can be mature about this. The only problem is his heart that is rapidly beating. His dry spell is making him feel like a teen that’s popped a boner in class. This entire exercise is a test of his will. The fact is, the princess is weak and he could do anything he wanted to her. Yet he’s not that type of guy. Molestia has been nice to him and he intends to return that in kind. Dry spell or not, he’s going to finish what he started.

Anon rests his left hand on Molestia’s rump. He keeps his eye on her and notices she’s still absorbed by the image on his phone. He slowly travels down her rump and to the base of her tail. Not seeing any change in her demeanor, he wraps his fingers around her tail dock and grips it gently. What he doesn’t expect is her tail shooting up and almost resting on her back. His heart is now rapidly beating as he looks at Molestia and notices that she hasn’t moved at all.

Was that some kind of instinct? Anon knows that horses from his world will tail raise when they’re in heat... Don’t ask him how he knows that. So does that same logic apply here? Is the princess in a heat of some kind? No, that doesn’t seem like it. She doesn’t seem to be anything other than sick. Then again, he can’t just assume that horse logic works on her either. Maybe tail raising meaning something complicated in this world? Could it be representative of her royal status? Is she alarmed by something? There’s little information he can go on. So, he ignores this and regains focus.

Molestia feels her eyes widen as something pushes onto her goodies. She quickly looks over to see Anon cleaning her mare bits, her tail raised for him giving him access. Damn her instinct for rutting! She honestly didn’t even notice her tail was raised. Now that her mind isn’t preoccupied, she can’t help but feel in detail how the sponge gently pushes onto her marehood, even parting her lips slightly before Anon removes it from her, his hand brushing against her dock briefly. She tries to drown her thoughts away by facing the phone once more.

Molestia bites her lip as Anon returns the sponge to her privates and continues to clean her. He moves at an agonizingly slow pace, digging his fingers into the sponge so he can trace the details of her candy vag to make sure not a single spot is missed. Anon is completely red in the face as he makes sure the princess is well taken care of. When he removes the sponge and looks over her mare parts, he feels his mind freeze by what he witnesses.

He watches in shock as her horse vag winks at him. He looks back up at the princess as she continues to face his phone. He notices that her face is a bit red. Was that by accident? It would makes sense. Hell, Anon once popped a boner while getting a massage. So cleaning her mare parts probably just had the same unexpected side effect. Anon calms down a bit more and returns his gaze to her mare goodness. It looks perfectly clean.

With that all done, Anon gives her a once over to make sure that she’s clean. Just a few more spots and he’ll be finished. However, he notices a problem. How is he going to clean her stomach? It’s one of the few places that he’s yet to clean, so this could be a bit of a challenge.

“Molly?”

“Yes?”

“I need to clean your stomach. Do you mind laying on your back?”

Molestia is still hot and bothered by him touching her marehood, but she thinks she can manage.

“Sure.”

Molestia rolls onto her back and rests her head on the pillow. She’s still looking at the battery icon, it’s only a few moments from being full. Anon has to take in a slow breath in and let it out at what is before him. He can feel his will weakening as the princess lay on her back before him. He has a clear view of everything. Her mare parts and even her teats between her hind legs. Anon pinches himself to regain focus. He’s almost done, then he can go to his bunk for some private time.

He takes his sponge in hand and moves so he is at Molestia’s side. He starts at her chest and slowly works his way down to her stomach. Molestia can feel her privates moisten at his touch. It’s been so long and the stimulation is driving her crazy. She wants to wrap her hooves around this human and take him for all he’s worth but this device in her magic is keeping her composed. Yet, her mind wanders as well. She’s never been treated like this before.

It feels so nice to be taken care of. To not be used for sex. She has to contain a moan as Anon gets to her teats. His pace is agonizing to Molestia as he moves the sponge over her nipples and then around her teat. That burn in her vag is starting to become unbearable as he moves to her other teat and tends to it. It’s almost done, she just needs to hold on. Anon removes the sponge from her and takes a look, she’s a lighter shade of pink, so that’s good.

He’s almost done, he just needs to clean her legs and he’s home free. Anon is quick to clean her thighs and legs, even her hooves. Molestia can feel herself starting to calm as Anon finishes. It was getting hard for her to contain herself. She didn’t even realise that she wasn’t even paying attention to the phone. She feels her eyes light up as she notices that the battery image is gone and instead is replaced with a picture of something her mind cannot even fathom. It looks like a swirl of tiny lights and colors, with a really big light in the middle.

“All done.” Anon states. He then points to the bucket. “I’ll go dump this. I’ll be back soon.”

Molestia only nods as she continues to be lost in the image before her. Anon doesn’t know what’s going on with her but he counts it as a blessing as he quickly takes the bucket and leaves her room. He needs to get this bucket clean, then he’ll take a few minutes for himself before he returns to Molestia.

A few minutes later and Anon feels like a new man. The time he spent to rub one out has really done wonders to get his mind back on track. He hopes that Molestia is doing well on her own. He makes his way up to her room and lets himself in. She’s exactly where he left her. The only difference he notices is that she’s back to the normal shade of pink when she came to the castle and that her eyes are glued to the phone he gave her.

He walks over to the side of the bed and takes a look at the screen. Has she been staring at the locked screen this entire time? Not only that but it seems her magic can charge his phone pretty damn fast.

“Anon, what is it that I’m looking at?”

“That’s the Milky Way Galaxy.”

“Is that where you’re from?”

Anon chuckles a bit at that.

“I’m from here.” Anon points to a small part of the outer arm. He notices Molestia straining her eyes to see Earth. “You can’t see it. At this scale, it’s no bigger than a grain of sand and that’s being generous.”

She looks up at him confused. “How can a planet as large as your home be so small?”

“The universe is big, Molly. I’m sure Equestria is no different than earth when it comes to how big it is.”

Molestia can’t deny him. The fact is that not many ponies care to explore past their own planet. When you have one sister that can move the sun and the other the moon, ponies tend to not think much about what else lies beyond their world.

“Do you want to see earth?” Anon asks.

Molestia nods. Anon reaches for the phone and takes it out of her magic. He unlocks his phone and goes to his gallery. He’s a bit of a nerd and loves collecting science related pictures. It was one of the few things that he took joy in. Anon scrolls through all of the images until he gets to the picture of earth. He turns his phone to show Molestia. Her eyes widen as she looks at the blue looking marble in the blackness of space.

“How did you take a photo of your own planet?” Molestia asks astonished.

“With a camera.”

“You bring something so large into space?”

Anon can only assume that Molestia is talking about some kind of archaic camera. He shakes his head as he takes a seat beside her, goes to his camera app and leans in close to her as he aims the camera at them.

“Say cheese.”

“What?”

Molestia looks confused as a small flash blinds her briefly. Anon chuckles a bit as he looks at the photo he took. He’s smiling and Molestia is looking at him with a raised brow. He shows Molestia the screen and she lets out a gasp.

“This device also takes photographs?”

“Sure does. It does a whole lot more than that too.”

“Like?”

Anon rubs his chin in thought as he backs out of the gallery and looks through his apps. Most of this stuff is pointless here in Equestria. Looks like his hours wasted in Bacefook and Dumblr were all for not. However there are a few game apps and best of all is his music and video app. He decides to open the music app and check over his playlists. It looks like his offline files are still here. He’s glad he paid for the premium Spokify service. Otherwise he’d be shit out of luck.

He can feel a smile on his face as he looks over the many genre he’s been collecting over the years. He never delete a single song. So there’s even stuff from when he was a emo teenager. He looks over at Molestia.

“Wanna hear human music?”

Molestia nods with enthusiasm and Anon can feel his own excitement. This oughta help keep things interesting.

Author's Note

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