Anon vs RGRE
VI | Dealing with a Crowd
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Dealing with a Crowd
"You mean Twilight went to go see the crazy bitch?"
"Hey! That 'crazy bitch' is our princess!"
"Princess Crazy Bitch?"
"Princess Crazy Bitch Celestia at least!"
I rolled my head as we headed for the door, the footsteps behind, stopping, as I turned to look over my shoulder at the dragon. He stood in the darkness of the hall, claws held together, looking scared to look on.
"What now?"
Spike chuckled and breathed and nearly hyperventilated. "I, um, I'm afraid of going outside."
I turned my head down. "Shit."
"W-What?"
"You reminded me that I'm the exact fuckin' same." I shook my head and dashed out a heavy exhale. I looked over to Dash who, although darkened in the hallway, the hue of her blue stuck out. "Nearly had a panic attack at having so many damn eyes on me. Twilight barely coxed me out of it. W-Wouldn't... have done half the shit..."
"Wouldn't have been able to be like you are without someone else around?" Rainbow smiled because the white of her teeth had glinted in the dark. She brushed close, fur rubbing fur, without the meaning of something more. "Trust me. We've been there. Sometimes other ponies allow us to be something more in simply being there."
Sometimes the bitch can have a point.
"Got me there." I turned back around to the little dragon. "Alright. Here's the deal. You're scared: so you'll keep close to me." I cleared my throat. "I'm anxious as fuck: so I'll keep to Dash." I then looked to the mare. "And her feeling like a guardian will help her to deal with any mares throwing some bullshit."
Rainbow blinked. "That... might actually work." Her head fell to the side. "Dunno why."
"Because we're all messed up."
I walked to the dragon and threw a foreleg over his shoulder, pulling him in close to my side. At once... I felt stronger. Not because of how the twerp had snuggled into me. But rather. The knowledge of needing to... protect him?
Then we turned to the door.
The sun. The damn sun. I could feel its heat as though it were layered bricks of heat crushing into my back. I felt watched. Like eyes floated above me. We were in the center of the town as I came to pass by the fountain.
We'd been watched. There was no denying that. Passing mares with their flocks of stallions, looking at us, some stopping and other glaring, most confused as to exactly what we were. The weak dragon. The stallion who had knocked out a mare. And the girl who loved other girls.
My heart raced in waiting for the first pebble. I stopped the gang to gather around the fountain. All it would take was for one shout, one strike, one anything those held back—to give in. Swarming around us... drowning me into a crowd... those two... left... left to...
Get out of your head. Twilight's been gone for a few days. You need to carry this.
All that shit-talking about her, yet, without her, you fall apart.
Useless piece of shit.
Those ponies weren't the cause for the racing heart. Even as they gathered and circled around us, the stomps of grass, louder and closer, the buzzing of the sun. That caught a hitched breath. Looking into the water, over my reflection, there... was the golden fire of light.
How it seemed to watch me.
Cracks of glass erupted across the water's surface. Everything stopped. Heat waning and sounds fading. I couldn't break from the lock holding me in place. In the still waters. The moon replaced the sun. It's calm rays filtered through the water—transforming it.
Midnight consumed the afternoon in that split-second of life. Water morphing to a different texture as it travelled across my reflection. Where had once been a pony... came an alien creature. My heart raced faster to the point of explosion or collapse.
There was a prismatic beam terraforming down my reflection and, in its wake, were the changes I could barely comprehend. Puffed mane, becoming hair, that weight down over my face. That also thinned in its roundness as it narrowed down. Skin replaced fur. Hooves on the rim of the fountain, now, these... things!
I couldn't comprehend the shape or the four things that protruded from their ends. There was another such thing that came from their sides. It felt like each could be moved, flexed, like they were something better than hooves.
My heart raced in following the arms that led into my shoulders. Broader, now, without a barrel attached. The view was cut off by the stone, and I could not see whatever was the rest of me. I tried to wiggle out of the freeze.
"A... n... o... n..."
I blinked from the voices behind me, no doubt my friends, as they were now forced to deal with the approaching crowd because of my breakdown. Stallion losing it in the middle of the town would draw on everyone to intervene. Fuck! Fucking break out of it already!
But there was a dense fucking wall! Some mental and impenetrable bullshit that I couldn't will myself against! I fought and wiggled, the efforts, slowing, in another glint from the water. I looked over to see that emerald hill again—the one with the great oak tree. And, next to it, the wheelchair that glinted in the moonlight.
I clenched my eyes as the fury of buzzing sounds and sirens exploded in my head.
W-WHY THE FUUA....AACCK AM I FOCUSED ON A WHEELCHAIR!?
"Anon!"
I snapped out of it at feeling the pair of soft lips on my own, the blurs of blue, before me, morphing into the annoyed muzzle of the girl. Pink eyes, more brilliant than the sunlight, shone into mine. Around us was a mass of circling ponies, though, at the kiss, they all backed away.
I blinked and looked down at the feeling. Soft and small were Rainbow's lips. Working against mine, little by little, as there was more for her to claim. I couldn't kiss back—or maybe I wouldn't—as the ponies around us started to weigh in.
Spike was below us, caught between our chest, sandwiched in softness and fur.
Voices and words were hard to pick out from the constant chatter.
"Isn't she a dyke?"
"That's the stallion—oooooohhh—who took down a mare!"
"Virgin too."
"Not for much longer if she rides him there."
"Do it Dash!"
"Makes sense she would need a most unstallion of stallions to sway to the proper side."
It occurred to me, then, that this was my fault.
Quickly I swung my foreleg around her barrel, turning her around to the fountain, laying her back on it, leaning her in, diving for a kiss at her ear. We were free from their hearing—even if for a couple of moments.
"I'm sorry," I whispered into her ear. "You shouldn't have to do that." I looked over my shoulder to see the mares stepping back from my advance. The stallions, though, either ran behind them... or watched on in amazement. "I promise you as many passes between Twilight's legs as you like."
Rainbow pushed on my chest as we both returned to standing. "Fuck off."
I winked. "Thatta girl."
I then looked around to the crowd of ponies as though they'd never seen a stallion take charge before. Rainbow had felt the need to do so to stop mares from taking control over me. Even though the weight of the sun was still on my shoulders—I had to do right by her.
"Listen up! You crazed, degenerate, sex-starved beasts!" I smacked my hoof onto the ground, it no longer being that other thing. I shook my head and then struck it to the sky. "Have you no restraint? No remorse at all? You! Yes! You at the back!"
My hoof dropped from the heavens and, in its direction, the crowd split until revealing the orgy in question. Stallion laid back onto a building, three mares, prone in the spread between his legs—one on his dick and two for his balls.
The stallion squeaked as his head whipped up, as the countless eyes were on him, not scorn but attention—but even that bit at him. I blinked. Everypony went under my command. Even the mares below stopped, a foreleg wiping their lips before looking back at me.
"How are you going to have your dick sucked in the middle of town." I shook my head. "By three mares no less!"
He blinked. "I-I... uh..."
The mares looked to each other, confused, then back at me. "A-Are we hurting him? D-Does he need more?" They looked out to the crowd. "Would anypony like to brush his hair, or caresses his coat, or make out with him as we—"
"There will be no such thing!" My hoof slammed on the ground, and in doing so, the crowd wobbled as though a vibration was across it. "What if colts and fillies are running by? Surely you don't want them seeing this.”
That struck a shiver through the four as, at the very least, some level of shame tore through them. "You do have some standards! Now that's it! Off his dick! None of you get to finish for this."
"But—"
"NO FINISHING!"
The four jumped away from each other as my voice cracked the clouds in the sky. Everypony stepped away from us now.
This gives you a few seconds to catch your breath. Think! They've never seen a stallion take charge. Never call anypony out. Never defeat a mare. It's completely warping what they think of you. You need to play into this more.
One of the mares, however, walked through the divide of ponies, apparently, daring to challenge me. A glint in her eye to a lick at her lips with eyes narrowed like a mother before a troubled son.
And I'd read too many stories to know how such a fable went.
"What's the matter, big stallion? Name's Rose, by the way." Rose was the hottest shade of pink, and that hottest also applied to every other description of her. Distance diminished her appearance. Now, however, her saunter toward him was a ten out of ten. "Have I been too much of a bad mare for you? Is a stallion jealous at seeing his brother being blown silly?"
She came up to me and, although I was frozen, I could feel my dick, of all times, thinking about burying itself in soft real estate. Rose blew a warm breath on my cheek before nuzzling the spot. "Getting upset and throwing a hissy fit about it. Why... I can certainly understand it."
I tried to close my eyes and ignore this, though the problem was, my mind was still thinking of her being a naughty mother.
"Being with a mare that's only touched mares... the sex... hoofjobs and blowjobs... not having much of her flanks to stick your dick between..." My eyes cracked open to see Rose heaving the heft of her backside before letting it drop into its tremendous bounces. "But I'm more than... pleasured to catch you up on certain affairs."
Naughty fucking mare.
I then blinked into a wink.
Wait a fuck—naughty fucking mare!
There'd been something the ponies had never encountered in this world.
Push back and denial.
The harder to get, the more it's enjoyed.
"Get the fuck away from you crazy girl!" I pushed the only thing hotter than the sun away from me as I stepped back, turning away my head, shaking as though I were a disappointed father. “You naughty, naughty mare. Is this how you get off? Wanting to fuck anything you can."
The girl blinked in curling into herself, like a filly, one enduring cognitive dissonance.
Such a reality had never occurred to her before.
"Such a naughty girl—aren't you? Naughty naughty mare." Rose seized at the degrading tone and even hugged into herself. She tried looking up at me and, although on the inside, I was dying—I pushed through all the same. "Showing off your ass like anybody would take it. Think you're so special because of it."
And then I heard pelting.
"No way.. you're getting wet by this!"
"W-What! No! I..."
"Oh yes yes! You want to be punished like the little filly that you are." In truth, I was reciting text from some kind of book I read in my last life. I don't know if it was good or bad, real or fake, but had no choice but to go along with it. "Waiting in your room after having jumped the neighbour's boy. Unable to stop touching yourself as you wait for daddy to come upstairs."
Rose endured multiple heart attacks. "D-Daddy? But daddy would never punish me! That would be mommy because—"
"But there IS no because! Because DADDY is coming up those steps: and you can hear him." I snarled and stepped forward, stomping my hooves, pushing afar the gathered crowd. "Hear the mass of his dick slapping the walls."
Okay. That was a fucking stretch. But the crowd bought it.
"And it's coming for you." I chuckled as darkly as I could. "The thunder of his hooves on the floor. Creaking the door open to find his naughty little filly on the bed, spread and rubbing herself. Such a naughty little girl. Rubbing yourself because daddy's coming."
Rose only squeaked with a lowered muzzle. Tail flared, and a hoof dug back there. Forced to rub and keep on scratching. The mood was the same with more than a few in the crowd. I kept on as I raised myself a little. "How he's going to fall on you. Smother you beneath him. His dick slapped over your crotch and across your belly—how deeply it weighs down on it."
I laughed a little more, and she rubbed a little faster. "And then daddy starts to grind back and forth, punishing the little girl so hungry for cock, one the size of her body, rubbing over it... until."
I stood in silence and, seconds later, Rose stopped. She threw herself at me, to hold around my neck. "And then what? What!? Tell me!?
I only grinned. "Suffer."
"W-What? N-No! You can't leave it there!" Rose backed away a few steps and shook her head, her back legs, leaping from one to another, to bear the heat at their junction. 'My dad—no stallion, rather—would ever do that! They aren't capable of it! They would... would..."
I smiled. "Have you ever met a stallion like me?"
Rose squeaked.
"Now go running, little filly, because it's not going to be you jumping me." I licked my lips and dove for her ear, whispering, loud enough, for others to hear. "It's going to be you, waiting with a tail pinned over your rump, for me to strike."
Rose broke up in a yell and turned and left, being sure, in her dash, to grab that stallion in whatever route to her home. Many mares did the same with their choices. But those submissive stallions wouldn't give them the change of fantasy teased at.
I looked back to the remaining ponies. "Don't think you can take me because you think I'm like any other stallion! I haven't even shown you a quarter of what I'm really like! And I want to show off another reveal."
I stepped aside to show the little dragon and the prismatic mare. Both of them looked at me. Either scared or amazed. Their expression was hard to tell at the moment. "These two are my friends. Not lovers—especially in the case of Spike—but friends.”
Silence was the return.
As, no doubt, mares and stallions, being friends without being more, was unheard of.
"The next stallion I find treating this little guy like shit," I held up my hoof, unable to clench it, unlike that other thing, "is going to get the same treatment I gave to that mare! I don't think I won't be the crap out of you because I'm a stallion."
Many cowered at that. "And mares!"
I stepped to the other side to show off Rainbow behind me. "This is my other friend. She loves you more than any stallion could—because her love is out of choice! I will take zero shit-talking about her decision in this."
I shook my head. "Bloody hell! Can any of you blame her? No wonder she went to mares if all stallions act the same level of pathetic." Then I slammed my hoof down again. "I've already beaten a mare before! Much less dealt with your Rose."
This would be edgy as fuck.
But I had to go for it.
I grinned.
"So don't make me send you all to your bedroom."
The crowd, at that point, turned and scattered. Freeing the center of the town in a matter of seconds from others. Looking around, all ways were clear and, once they were, I probably faltered. My legs gave out, dropping in every step, unable to support me.
I walked over to the fountain and tipped myself over. Dropping into the coolness of the water and falling onto my rump. I laid my back onto the statue. Keeping there. Needing the cold to calm the boiling hotness within.
And then my friends appeared over the rim of stone.
Rainbow crossed her forehooves and kept there, while the dragon, in hopping, hung from its side.
"I... I think that took everything out of me."
Rainbow blinked. She looked lost for words. Confused about feelings. "Anon? What the heck was that?"
I closed my eyes as the dragon struggled to pull himself onto the edge. "I don't know. I'm a stranger here. Not even of this world!" My forehooves crashed beneath the water as a stream poured over and before me. "My head keeps fuzzing up with these memories. The ones before I came here. Twilight said my memories are locked in my passive memory."
I sighed and sunk my head to the side. "In living for a while, I should experience enough cues to unlock everything." I closed my eyes. "But every time it happens, it knocks me out of commission. I get... locked into myself. There's nothing I can do about it."
Silence from her for a while.
"A-And what of all that stuff you said to those mares!?" I opened my eyes to see Spike, now hooked onto the fountain, sitting on its side—feet dipped in the water. "I've never heard of a stallion acting like that. Much less telling a mare no! It's crazy! I thought she would have hated you after that."
Rainbow nodded with a roll of her eyes. "Right. Yet she seemed like she wanted you even more after that."
I shrugged. "Wasn't sure how that would go. Learned from Twilight that mares never have to try hard to get what they want—and go crazy, then, to do so."
Rainbow blew out through her lips. "Celestia... you're nuts!"
I smiled. "I really am."
Without words, the two offered a hoof and a claw forward and, though I was confused, I remembered what I had said in their favour. Rainbow had kissed me, and that had caused me to be scared—as though my feelings for Twilight were simply feelings I would have for any available girl.
But Rainbow appeared to me still as a friend, without any feelings beyond that, other than being my first friend in this crazy world. It's because she chooses her mates that such a kiss could mean nothing more than a cover.
And Spike, that little twerp, could have run back to the castle at any point... yet stayed because we were there. Even in my breakdown: he remained.
I chuckled and took their hoof and claw and, on being lifted out of the cold, I was brought into the warmth.
Author's Note
Howdy gang!
The story is still at it as to be expected. We have another chapter soon on the way after this one. This narrative is going to every unexpected angle and I hope you enjoy it. Next chapter will have a one on one with Anon and Rarity as she tries to make him clothes—as well as attempted a little something else.
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~ Yr. Pal, B