Pulling the covers over your eyes, you try to shut out the sun's rays as it lights up your room. Muttering a few 'happy' words about the sun, you reluctantly get up from your bed and head to the bathroom.

Its yet another typical day in the peaceful (craziness is the word you use for the stuff you have to put up with) land of Equestria. As the only human here, you were an oddity as even your name of Anonymous Unknown doesn't fit the theme of names here. You could give two fucks about that tho' as you like your name.

Now walking down your steps after your morning ritual (using bathroom, showering, shaving, dressing) you head to your kitchen. There's not much there besides your fridge, cupboards, stove. Pretty much your regular kitchen on Earth.

Grabbing two slices of bread you drop them into the toaster and stand by it. Maybe its the day you can catch toast as it pops up finally! … Yeah, this land has you getting happy about catching toast since your mind has to do something to not go crazy!

As the toast is being… toasted, you eye it sternly like a hawk. Just as it almost dings there comes the sound of knocking on your front door. You turn your head and the toaster dings, signifying your chance has escaped.

You growl and head to the door. There's only one pony who comes here every morning. Opening the door up, you see (surprise, surprise) the bane of your life here.

Pinching your nose in frustration, you close your eyes and manage not to sign. “Fluttershy, what the hell do you want?”

“O-oh, umm… is wearing boots your f-fetish, Anon?” She asks in her timid voice. It would be cute if she didn't come here EVERY. SINGLE. MORNING.

You open your eyes and notice she's wearing yellow boots with a black bottom (Rubber?) on the bottom of her boots. “You make me miss catching my toast… for this?”

Fluttershy nods slowly and you finally sign. Reaching near your doorway, you pull out one of your steel-toe boots and slip it on your left foot (Yeah, you are a leftie. You're rare like that).

“No, Butter Hushness. Boots are not my fetish,” you pick her up by the scruff of her neck to eye level. Turning her around, you release her and lift your leg, punt-kicking her into the sky. You allow a small smile to form as she soon becomes a dot. It turns to confusion as you see and hear (somehow) a twinkle.

Backing up and closing the door, you blink and stand there. Not wanting to ask the dreaded why (Seriously this place will make even the most hardcore form a migraine) you head to the kitchen and silently weep over the fact that your toast catching will have to wait another day.

Giving a wave to the two ponies, you head back to Sugarcube corner for another delivery to make. Its not something you enjoy since it forces you to be near these ponies but the pay is decent since it allows ADHD pony to spend more time baking and thus, more sugary bites to be made and therefore consumed.

Arriving, you grab another package and head to Twilight's tree-house-thing, knocking three times. The purple pone soon opens up and you exchange small talk for a bit before handing her package over. She thanks you and hooves a couple bits over for your trouble.

Pocketing it, you whistle as you wave goodbye and head back to your work. Something weird is nagging at the back of your mind. You feel like you did something with a tape recorder and humiliated Twilight for some reason. Try as you might you don't remember though. You make a mental note to ask Book Horse about it sometime.

Work goes by pretty swell except for two things. One, you tripped over a mare that was walking and somehow her face ended up where your crotch is. You hastily rose to your feet and spent the next two minutes being chased by a mare through town that suddenly got the urge to put your dick in her mouth after you told her to suck your dick since she yelled at you (Hey, you take no shit from anyone, not least of which a pony. That's just how you roll!).

The other thing that happened was you had to rescue a filly that was stuck in the bottom of a well. Yeah, it was cliched as hell. Anyway, since none of the ponies were using common sense, you leaned inside and grabbed the filly, lifting her out. There were the usual thank yous and stuff, but you waved them away. You don't care for attention or want it.

You snap out your thoughts and get your last package for today. You read the name and sign. “Oh joy, I get to meet Flutters,” You mutter joylessly.

One short and dreadful walk later you arrive at her cottage. Smiling as you really hate this pony, you instead give three rather hard kicks to her door rather than knocks.

“Hope I damaged this bitch's door,” You snicker. The door opens up and you see Fluttershy staring at you.

“Package for you,” Dropping it down inside her home on a table as you walked inside, you hear the door closing behind yourself.

“That's a-a nice thing… to do, A-Anon.” She stutters out and blushes as she lays her large eyes on you. You though, you feel creeped out by that. Something has always bothered you about these ponies and its their eyes. Sure, some… okay, just about all of them were cute, but still! Eyes should not be that large! It feels something like… like they could do a Ghost Rider to you and stare into your soul. You for one don't want anything to know what you did back on Earth. Some things are best left forgotten.

“Whatever, Butter Squeak,” You sign and sit down on her sofa. A small rest will do since you've been walking nonstop all day. You check the time and see its around 4 PM. You muse over the fact either today's orders were short or you are used to walking now and got it done faster. Eh, you vote for the latter…

“W-Would you c-care for some tea?” Fluttershy asks though its more like quietly squeaks out to you. You think it over and shrug.

“Sure, why not,” You agree and see her happily scamper off to the kitchen.

Yawning and scratching your chin, you stretch and lean backwards on the sofa. Your eyes begin drooping and you find it hard to stay awake.

Fluttershy trots back in the room with a platter of two tea cups nestled on her back. She carefully sets it down on the table and smiles softly to you.

“I didn't know what kind of tea you wanted, so I made some sweet tea. I-Is that alright, Anon?” She nervously glances to you.

“Eh, I prefer lemon tea, but sweet is second on my list,” Lifting your mug up, you are surprised at the sweet, but flavorful taste that swirls in your mouth. “Say, this is rather good. What'd you add in it to give it that kick?”

“U-um, some special juice I made and blended in the tea. D-drink it all, Anon. You deserve it.”

“That I will! Mmm!” Quickly downing the rest, you have her pour you another cup and empty it just as quick. There's a weird taste to it, but its so good you can't stop!

But of course, you were too tired to remember how this land loves to fuck with you. Fluttershy proves it a few seconds later.

“Is drinking mare juices your fetish, Anon?”

“…” You were in the middle of about to take a sip, raised mug and all.

The mug falls from your grasp and tea spills into your lap. Rather -hot- tea you may add. So you do the one thing anyone would do. You scream like a bitch and hop up, trying to pry your pants off.

“AHH, shit! Damnit, fuck!!” You manage to rip your pants off finally and sign at the cool air that brushes against your groin. Wait, air?

Looking down, you see lil' Anon just hanging around, exposed for everything to see. You glance at your ripped pants and see that you tugged -too- hard and your black boxers are in that same heap. Next you glace at Fluttershy and her entire muzzle is pure red.

“…”

“…”

“… Fluttershy?”

“Y-Yes?”

“I'm gonna FUCKIN' KILL YOU!!”

You lunge for her and end up tripping over her table since a wave of dizziness hit you. She squeaks in fear and tried to get away, but you ended up falling into her in a rather peculiar way. As in your groin near her muzzle.

“Not this shit again. I'm tired of this fucking land and its bullshit!” Lifting yourself up, you glare down at the trembling Butter Ball.

“Let me get this straight: you made me drink… your cum? All for a damn fetish guess?” You calmly ask her.

She nods meekly in return.

You stare and blink twice. “Fluttershy, hell is too good for you. When I'm done, you'll be begging me to stop.”

“Oh m-my… I didn't know you liked that stuff, Anon.”

“Ugh, you stupid bitch! I mean you'll wish Satan himself was your master from the punishments I will do! I'll make you cry out in pain!!”

“A-Anon, that sounds simply… divine.”

“Wat?”

Is this bitch -actually- getting turned on by your words? Glancing down at her marehood, you see it already moist and glistening.

…

Holy shit! Who knew Fluttershy was such a masochist?! Shrugging that creepy thought off, you growl and get ready to wreck this bitch's shit (Shit, now that could be taken the wrong way).

As you run forward, you again feel dizzy and end up tripping, falling onto your back. You feel your eyelids grow heavy and wonder if maybe Fluttershy may have also drugged your tea as you shouldn't be so dizzy or tired.

“Fuckin'… bitch drugging… me. Screw you so many… times over, Flutterbitch…”

"That I will, A-Anon."

"Fuck you..." You mutter and darkness overcomes you.

You wake up a few hours later. Groaning and mumbling more 'happy' words about this land, you find yourself still in Fluttershy's home. You lift yourself up and take note that you're still pantsless. There's also a weird slimy feeling over your groin.

“… This is my life. Missing catching toast, having a shitty job, getting pestered and then molested by a pony. Yay for me. … And I didn't even get to enjoy the good part.”

Looking around, you see the yellow pone asleep on her sofa. Feeling anger wash over, you rudely lift her up.

“A-Anon? Wh-what are you doing?” She both sleepily and fearfully asks.

“Something that should have been done a long time ago.”

Stepping outside, you rear your left leg back and she braces for the punt coming up.

Suddenly you wake up with a start, breathing heavily. Looking around, you see you're back in your room at your house. There's the tattered clothes on your floor and the empty snack wrappers. Its sloppy, but its your room alright.

“Whew, it was all just a dream. I wasn't molested or anything.”

“I know. That was a wonderful time. Wouldn't you agree, Anon?” A voice whispers next to you.

Dreading the voice, you slowly turn and see Fluttershy cuddled up next to you, hoof wrapped around your stomach. Naturally, you breath in slowly and do what you think anyone would do in this situation.

You scream, grab Yellow Molester, open your window and punt-kick her out!

“Never come back again, you beap piece of beap excuse for a beap pony! Beap you, beap this land and beap her royal fatness that scarfs cakes down and watches over you, Sun-butt!”

Slamming your window shut, you don't notice the gleam that resonates from the castle far off into the distance or a certain sun princess giggling at your antics. She glances at the fourth-wall and winks.

“Censorship and dreaming. Always an easy spell combo to cast~.”

Author's Note

Woo, a chapter apiece for both my stories? Yeah, don't expect it to mean it'll come out fast again. Its still the usual two-week thing or less, not sure as it changes for my free time.

Again, I want to say I didn't have a clue what I typed or what I was even thinking, so I hope you enjoyed or even hated it!