Anon vs RGRE

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Anon VS A Stallion Bar

“That poor stallion!” a voice cried from afar. “Look at all that dirt and dust all over his coat! Someone wash him!”

The fuck?

“Forget his coat!” I glanced my head to the left, seeing a trio of mares standing together just off the trail. “Look at his mane! Why, it hasn't been washed or braided!”

Alright. This shit was getting weird even for me.

“Is he a victim of abuse?”

“What kind of mare would put such a beautiful and delicate thing through such an ordeal?” Okay. Fuck this. Just... keep walking forward and don't make eye contact with anybody... anypony... who gives a fuck? “Somepony needs to get a wagon for him at once! Look! His legs are trembling with every step!”

“Fuuuck off!” I exclaimed while tilting my head back, an edge to my voice I did not intend. “I can walk just fine? See?” I continue my stride along the grass trail, past the buildings and the structures, feeling eyes everywhere on me. And no, that wasn't narcissism talking. “Toddlers don't have shit on me.”

“Poor stallion!”

“Don't put on a show for us! Twilight, do something?”

“Listen to his made up words! He's so hurt. Why hasn't been taken straight to the hospital?”

Something happened to me. I recognized the feelings and sensation at once, but for whatever reason, I wanted to try to ignore them. But I couldn't. My anger left my body in a second. Stomach hollow and breaths shallow. Everything was becoming hazy.

“...A-An...non...”

I blinked. Why couldn't I hear? Doing my best to keep a straight face, I gulped the pooling saliva in my mouth, letting my eyes gaze around my surroundings. I heard nothing but I saw everything. Everywhere, there they were, crazy mares staring at me.

I blinked. My heart hurt. We were in the center of the town. There was a water fountain. I could see the liquid crashing into the pool in hyper detail, but I heard no sound of water smacking. Spinning in a circle, I saw the mares, some on the trail, others around it, some peeking through their windows, other calling from atop their porches and balconies.

Everyone was looking at me. There was no place for me to hide.

With every beat of my heart, it pounded venom through my veins, clogging my lungs. I couldn't breathe. In a distant building that looked like city hall, a mare glared at me from beyond a pane of glass, her violet eyes growing brighter and her gaze more intense as she focused on me.

The venom froze my limbs. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't do anything to repress this awful feeling. I tried to squeeze my hands only to find I had none. There was nothing I could do to exercise this terribleness inside me.

The gazes of the mares grew closer all around me, and I tried to stare back at them all—only to release I was hopefully outnumbered. I couldn't keep an eye on what was both ahead and behind me. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. What the fuck was I going to do?

Wait. Stop. No no no. Stop thinking right now. Thinking doesn't do anything. It doesn't help. You can't think yourself out of this. Stop thinking. Please. Focus. Don't focus on them. Breathe. Try to breathe. Don't think about thinking.

What do they want from me? They all want me. They're all snickering about me. Giggling. Those mares on the porch were giggling. They hid their mouths beneath their hooves. I can't hear it, but I can feel them laughing... laughing at me.

It's awful. Awful awful awful. Stop stop stop.

Clear your mind. Clear... clear.... fuck fuck fuck.

Something touched me. It took everything within me not to scream. I turned my head, seeing Twilight's muzzle, eyes narrowed and muzzle up, and she was looking... d-d-down at me. Fuck. Don't give yourself away. Clear your mind. She's speaking.

“...” Twilight said. Or did she say? Fuck. Watch her mouth. Read her lips. “...?...?...?...”

“Afno,” I replied, or I said, or did I do anything at all? Behind Twilight, two mares are drawing near, each looking concerned and mocking at the same time. Go away! F-F-Fuck off! “Fine. Need... w-water.”

Time froze. So did I. It froze when Twilight's eyes lit up. The world was frozen beside her. There was a glint to her horn, one that was purple. Her eyes looked sad. Could eyes look sad? They held sadness. They had something familiar to them. How could eyes have something familiar to them? All eyes were the same. All eyes had something familiar to them.

Fuck! Stop... thinking... Anon!

Twilight tried putting her hoof over my neck, but it only made my body tremble in response, and I flicked her away. The fountain! Fuck! Yes! Fucking finally! Taking another breath, I started toward the distant fountain, seeming miles away, but feeling very near.

But I was worried I couldn't make it. Every step was like an earthquake. Every sway made my vision go for a spin. Mind empty and stomach hollow and eyes fading out from the life around me. No... fuck... don't pass out near these weird fucks...

My hooves felt stone instead of grass. I blinked as I arched myself on the step. My reflection stared back at me. I saw a face instead of a muzzle. I saw eyes a different color than mine. I couldn't focus on it. I threw myself into that which I had seen, shattering it.

Coolness. The assault of cold water cooled the heat that radiated from my cheeks. My muzzle floated in the water, free from the intensity, floating without anxiety, submerging me in a world of my own. Slowly, my heart slowed, my body cooled, and with a slow exhale, my eyes opened to the bubbles of air floating up from my mouth.

But the venom still lurked in my veins. My hearing returned and, with it, I heard the thunderous hoofsteps of someone coming behind me. The attack had yet to cease. I wasn't ready to face anyone. I pulled my head up from the water, losing my breath while I did so, and I stared up at the face of Twilight Sparkle.

“P-Please... k-k-keep them... a-a-a-away...” I couldn't bear have said any more. Turning my muzzle to the fountain, I inhaled sharply through my snout, plunging my head into the pool of water. “... ... ...”

I sighed. I paid no more attention to the outside world. I could feel my heart starting to slow down, retracting its venom. My body no longer burned at its ends. The crystal effect of the water became clearer to my eyes.

I exhaled. The breath carried a weight out from my chest. My tensed muscles finally relaxed. Something soft was rubbing at my back. Feeling myself return to normal, I finally brought my head above the water, hearing the water crash against itself once again.

“You okay?”

I was unable to see anything at first. Wet strands of hair covered my eyes. When I flicked some off my right eye, the first thing I saw was Twilight Sparkle, sitting on the rim of the fountain next to me, gently rubbing a hoof along my back.

“Heat stroke is a helluva thing.” I blinked a few times. Twilight's gaze fell on my muzzle, and she blushed at whatever she saw, quickly gazing back at my back. “Think you can write an instruction manual on how to be a stallion?”

Though she giggled, Twilight Sparkle didn't smile. “Never had to write a book for one before. But in your case, I'll... be glad to make an exception.” She glanced at me again, but this time, she brought her hoof down to my muzzle, and with a soft stroke, push my mane back over my head. “You feeling better now?”

“Cooled off.” I couldn't stop myself from gulping, as now, I had nothing hiding myself from the outside world. “You tell those mares to...” I blinked a few times, glancing around the fountain. The streets were empty and Twilight and I were left alone. “What the hell?”

“Hmm?” Twilight glanced over her shoulder, and in a second, her mind seemed to click. “Oh, them. They sent you for quite a scare, didn't they?”

“You wish.” Ah, fuck. Twilight seemed like a smart mare. Smart enough to work out what had happened and why. If she found out any of my weakness, especially in a place where mares seemed to rule the world... I couldn't let her figure me out. “Try being knocked out in the woods, drugged and sucked off, then sent off into a new world without any water. You can give me shit after that.”

Twilight tilted her head. She was working her hooves through my mane, sweeping it back and pressing down on it, like she was trying to keep it in place. “That was all? Dehydration and heat stroke?”

“No shit,” I replied. I was tempted to push her hooves away—I didn't like being babied. But the feeling of her hooves pressing down on my head... it helped bring feeling back to my body, and as much as I hated to admit it, it comforted me from my sudden attack. “What, you thought I'd be scared of a bunch of mares wanting to pamper me to death?”

Twilight kept stroking at my mane. Water still dripped off my muzzle and into the fountain below. Everything was peaceful. It felt wrong of me to enjoy the peace, which was why a part of me rebelled, and at the same time, another part needed that peace from all the recent chaos—if only for a moment.

“I suppose you are a strange stallion.” Twilight finally stopped with my mane, taking her rump off the fountain. She stood up next to me, smiling. “Hope you don't mind, but with your mane slightly cleaner, fewer mares will give us a problem.”

I opened my mouth to fling an insult, only for none to come. “I... thanks.” I slowly returned to my own hooves, and when I stood on all fours, I stumbled a bit in place. There was no denying I was fighting a losing battle with my body.

If I didn't sit down and drink something soon, I was going to pass out again... and I wouldn't like where I would wake up. No matter what, these mares couldn't get one over me, even if that meant fighting myself.

“Speaking of mares,” I began, “is there any place near here with fewer of them?”

Twilight stared at me. She looked like she wanted to say something—and her mouth did open a few times—but she kept her thoughts to herself. Instead, she shook her head and smiled. “Sorry to break it to you, but mares pretty much run this town.” She blinked, lowering her head in thought, pressing a hoof against her chin. “But, I do suppose there's one place we could go.”

“No mares?” I said. “Count me in.”

“I don't think you'll like it there.”

“Try me.”

“Oh, you've got to be fucking KIDDING me!”

“Hey! Don't blame me.” Twilight walked up next to me, and together, we stood before the building. “You wanted a place without mares? Then somewhere like this was the only alternative.”

I wasn't sure about that shit. The place was covered in neon lights. Bright colors. Mostly pink and red and that kind of shit. There was a line of stallions along the building, all waiting to get in, some bunched together with... their manes done, curled, or flaked.

Ah fuck.

“I guess this place will do.” I lifted a hoof before my eyes, watching it intensely, though not a tremble came out of it. Even when the stallions glanced over at me, and I could see them whispering about them... my hoof still kept still. “You able to cover for me? Because I have no fucking clue what horses do for currency.”

Twilight smiled. “Don't worry about it, Anon. Stallions are never supposed to pay for anything here.”

“What? No.” I shook my head, turning to face her. “I'll find a way to pay you back. I just don't have a clue about how things work here.”

“They work by mares covering whatever the stallions want to do.” Twilight gestured a hoof at the distant line of stallions, all standing on a red carpet... and none daring to step off it. “Those stallions there? They've had such a hard time being home... alone while the mares are off at work... no one to take care of them and—“

“Twilight?”

“—suck their... y-yes?”

“Knock that shit off.”

“S-Sorry.” She cleared her throat. “S-Still have to get used to treating you like a mare.”

“The fuck?”

Twilight's cheeks went pink immediately. She stepped back, her wings flaring slightly, and she held up her forehooves in defense. “I-I mean a s-stallion who acts like a mare! Hehehe, you... get what I mean, right?”

I sighed. “I don't want to, but I do.” I shook my head, pointing at the line. “So what? Stallions drink for free on Saturdays?”

“Don't be absurd!” Twilight flung the words back while dropping her hooves. “Stallions can drink every day of the week. We wouldn't dare force them to be sober all the time.” She shook her head. “Too cruel for them. They're too fragile to be constantly aware of their surroundings.”

“That so?”

“A-Aside from you, of course.”

“I appreciate the compliment.” I was tempted to give some shit to the stallions, but really, who was I to talk? After that scene back in the town square, I needed something to cool the nerves. Though, I still had a better reason for drinking, so fuck them all slightly. “But you don't have to worry about saving your ass anymore. When you talk about stallions, I'll just take it to mean...” I gestured toward the line. “...them.”

We joined the line after that. Didn't make sense to stand around all day to whine. The afternoon was giving way to evening. At least I hoped it was—I don't think I could take any more surprises this world could throw at me.

“So,” I began, rousing Twilight's interest, “all these stallions don't have to pay for jack shit? Just drink whatever they want, have someone else pay for it, then fuck off home?”

“What? Oh, no!” Twilight dipped her muzzle and giggled. For such a crazy mare, she could be cute sometimes. “We'd never trust a stallion walking home alone, especially late at night. We never let them out of our sights if we have to.” She swallowed, shaking her head. “The thought of them getting lost on their way home...”

“Alright, alright!” I sighed. “Skip the tear fest. I get the idea.”

Twilight glared at me from the side. “You can be very rude for a stallion.”

“You should see me when I'm drunk.” Fuck. Was I being too much of a dick? She seemed to have cooled off from whatever shit she tried to pull in the morning, but not only that, she saved my ass back at the water fountain. C'mon, Anon, show some kindness for once in your fuckin' life. “So... you care a lot about stallions, huh?”

“What mare doesn't?” Twilight lifted her muzzle again, staring straight at me. Her eyes were wide with a light shining from inside her pupils. “They're so cute and defenseless. Tying their manes is such a stress-reliever. Have you ever tried to see one sleep before? They're adorable!”

“Tried watching myself sleep before,” I replied. “Put a mirror next to my bed. Tried watching myself sleep, but for whatever reason, I couldn't see anything when my eyes closed. Even harder when I actually fell asleep.”

“You silly stallion!” Twilight lifted a hoof and bopped it against my muzzle. “You can't watch yourself sleep! Such cute things for you to tr—“

“Twilight?”

“H-Huh?”

“I was fuckin' joking.”

Twilight looked away. “Oh.”

What the fuck man? “Forget it. What do you say about skipping this line?”

“Skipping the line!” Twilight exclaimed, looking at me again—and so did a few stallions ahead. 'Anon, you really have to be careful about some of the stuff you say! Skipping the line while these poor stallions have already been waiting so long. You'd... you'd hurt their feelings!”

“So what? Fuck 'em.”

There came a voice from ahead of the line, “Where and when, baby?”

I lifted my head slightly above the crowd. “Not that kind of fuck, you fuckin' creep.”

“A-Anon!” Twilight threw her hoof around my neck, pulling me down and closer toward her. “You can't just say things like that to a stallion! Unlike you, they're sensitive. You could really hurt them with the stuff you say.”

“Who gives a fuck?” I tried to reason with Twilight, her muzzle filling my vision. “They should grow a thicker skin if words can hurt them.”

“But that's the whole point of being a stallion,” Twilight replied. “Anything and everything can hurt them. It's... it's up to the mares to protect them! To save them. To comfort them. To—“

“You better not try pulling this shit on me later into the night.”

Twilight sighed. “Look, if I make a case of you being ill to get us inside, will you promise to try watching your mouth?”

Aw fuck. That wasn't a bad offer. The queue to get in looked pretty long. And all the pretty stallions ahead were glaring back at me. Fuck. Even in a brand new fuckin' world, it didn't seem like I belonged anywhere.

“Alright, you got a deal.” I let myself lean against Twilight's body, feeling her coat rub against mine, her softness pressing into me. I lowered my muzzle, feeling a strand of mane drape over my forehead. “Get us in there, princess.”

I felt her wing flick at my side.

“I've... never done something so naughty with a stallion before!” Twilight giggled to herself, though her laughter seemed partly out of breath. “Alright. Hold on tightly to me. We're going to need to sell this well.”

“You just using that as an excuse to—“

“Oh, just be quiet and hug me, Anon.” Her eyes flew all the way open. “Talking back to a stallion! Oh, what has come over me!” She giggled as her right-wing unfurled, coming over my back and sliding under my barrel, hugging me close to her body. “Quick, let's get inside!”

Eh, fuck it. It was hard to be mad at Twilight when she came off as excited. Throwing my left foreleg over her shoulder, I relied some of my weight on her body, and in a second, I realized how exhausted I really was. I practically let her carry me through the line while my joints started to relax.

“Excuse me! Coming through!” Twilight used the glow of her horn to draw attention to us. Stallions gazed and glared at me, some confused and some angered, but all looking slightly envious. “Sick stallion here! Needs a drink... stat!”

Twilight giggled so softly that only I heard it.

Eventually, we reached the front of the line. Risking a lift of my muzzle, the first thing I saw was two mares in suits, both with straight and spiky manes, each wearing black shades over their eyes. For girls, even they startled me.

“Miss Twilight Sparkle,” one of the guards said. “A pleasure to see you. How may we assist?”

“I'm afraid I have a sick stallion here.” Twilight held me up for a second, and taking the cue, I let my body go limp. “He's been in my care for the past few weeks, and only today have I gotten him on his widdle hooves.” She then gulped, lowering her head. “He hasn't had anything to drink... in over a month!”

I don't think I've heard so many gasps happening at once.

“H-How terrible!” One of the mares took off her shades. She gazed down at me and, without warning, lifted my muzzle with her hooves, holding me up. She had a sharp blond muzzle with glowing blue eyes. At once, her lips assaulted my face, kissing every inch of fur that I had there. “He.. mmhmm.. needs to be filled... mmmm... with love and booze at once!”

“A-And I agree!” Twilight tugged me back more forcefully than I would have liked. When she spoke again, I could swear there was a slight growl in her voice. “Which is why I need to get him inside now! Do you think you could do that for us?”

“Certainly for him, Twilight Sparkle,” the second mare said, stepping forward. She towered over not only Twilight but me as well. “A stallion should never be forced to endure such terribleness. But you know the rules.” She flicked a hoof to a sign on the double, wooden doors. “A stallion's bar is a stallion's bar. No mares.”

“I understand that,” Twilight tried, though she sunk slightly into herself, “but look at him. He's too shy and weak to do much for himself. He needs me.”

I glared at her for only a second.

“Which is why we can escort him inside.”

Oh fuck. The towering bitch was going to make a grab at me. If I couldn't almost handle being around Twilight, then how the fuck was I going to work out with a near towering giant? This mare looked like she curled buildings for warm up... and the way she looked at me... fuck me I felt like a fucking snack.

“B-B-But I love Twilight Sparkle!” I said in my best mock voice, feeling myself squeak at her name. “She cares for me... comforts me... l-loves me...” I swallowed, doing my best to not want to kill myself. “I don't wanna go in there alone! Please! Let her come with me! I promise not to cause any trouble.”

“Fret not, child!” Both mares, this time, came down and kissed each of my cheeks. “Please do not have an attack—“

I blinked. “The fuck you mean attac—“

“He's very testy when another mare tries to touch him,” Twilight intervened, pulling us both toward the doors. “He's the victim of an abusive mare. I was his first anchoring point. Anything more than that...”

Twilight stopped when she saw the mares were crying. They were crying for me. The fuck? Were mares around here really that sensitive, that some bad acting, a few lies, and a weak looking stallion could throw them for a roller coaster of emotions?

“Go on, Princess Twilight Sparkle,” said the one.

“Take good care of that poor stallion,” said the other.

Twilight nodded to them both. “Trust me. I'm going to get him happy like the rest soon enough.” She turned us around to the door, still holding me close to her body, using a hoof to wave back to the guards. “Thanks again! We'll try to keep this our little secret.”

Twilight carried me to the bar, the double doors soon approaching, their glass sporadically lit up by flashing, neon lights. Heavy music of electric tunes were muffled by the wood. I couldn't help but gulp as her hoof came forward to open the door.

Oh, Twilight Sparkle, just where the fuck were you taking me?