Anon vs RGRE

~ VII ~

Anon Vs Twilight

We walked together at midnight.

I was too far drunk to care about much. This entire morning, afternoon, evening and night had been filled with the absurd—it came to a point where my mind could no longer care about all those threads.

Sleep. I needed to sleep. Maybe then, when I was feeling refreshed, I could figure out what I needed to do next.

Twilight Sparkle walked next to me, leaned against me, and kissed and nipped at my neck whenever she could. We'd drunk more from the bottle. We'd dropped it some time ago. We'd had enough booze for the night.

“No mare is gonna get you,” Twilight slurred from my side, giggling. “You're mine. Twilight Sparkle's stallion.” Her giggle echoed into the sky above. “I called you a stallion! Are you mad? Well are ya, are ya?”

“I will be mad if we don't find your home.” The sound of distant, crashing water pricked at my heart with familiarity. This was the center of the town. I was thankful it was empty. “Where to from here, princess? I'd rather not stick around.”

“Are you afraid of the wranglers?”

“What wranglers?”

Twilight shook her head, brushing her mane against my neck. “Never mind. Take us... past the... bridge...” Her silence gave way to giggles, then laughter, then giggles again. Twilight was both a delight and a pain in the ass, all at the same time.

She was just lucky she had a nice ass to begin with.

A pony ass. Fuck... why was I such a fuckin' creep and freak?

I ignored myself. Taking us over the bridge, I focused on getting us home, myself in a bed, where I could finally sleep. The calm of night, free of mares and stallions, had given me some time to think.

And all I could think about was how much I still needed to recover.

“A-Anon?”

“Yeah?”

“I really like you.”

“And I sorta like you to.”

“Why did you freak out today?”

I blinked. “W-What?”

I looked over at Twilight. She had retreated behind her mane, hiding her eyes from my sight. Her head was turned slightly away. “Back at the fountain today. You looked so... scared. Not afraid. Not spooked.” She gulped. “But terrified.”

I looked straight ahead. I didn't have to bother about having to worry about her gaze—Twilight hid it from me. My heart leaped in my chest all the same. My ears burned slightly. The softness of her body rubbing against mine was a welcome delight, but at the same time, it made me burn up all the more.

“That's probably because I was,” I replied, slowly. “What you saw happen? That... that wasn't sunstroke.”

“I f-figured as much.” Twilight pulled her head off from my neck. “D-Do you mind... if I ask...”

I closed my eyes. “I don't think I'm ready to give you a proper answer to that.”

“Why not?”

The breeze was welcomed on my fur. It's freshness cleared out the fog in my lungs. When my eyes opened, they felt slightly cool, but not at all glowing like Twilight's eyes could. “I think you already know the reason to that, Twilight.”

“Because you don't trust me?”

“Because I don't trust anyone!” The words had started calm but snowballed into a shout. “D-Don't... don't you get it? I'm a nobody!” I exhaled, feeling steam rise from my lips. “I... I don't know who I am? I don't know how I got to this place! Everywhere, there are mares, looking, gazing, staring at me with their... with their glowing eyes!”

Twilight was silent for a second. “But... our eyes don't glow.”

“They do... for me, anyway.” I tried breathing slowly, a hoof against my chest, repressing the beatings of my heart. “There's something about that glow that slices right through me. That attracts me. It's like you're putting me under a hypnosis.”

Nothing happened in the following seconds. And then I felt her body pull away from mine. “I-I'm sorry, Anon, I didn't—“

“Please don't leave me.”

The words escaped me faster than I could close my lips. They made me stop. They made her stop. We stood at the apex of the bridge, a stallion before a mare, girl before a guy, together at night, stuck in the absurd world.

“I... don't think I've ever said that before in my life.” The words kept on coming, and I... was powerless to stop them. “You know, the life that I know nothing about? What I used to be... who I once was?” I shook my head, feeling a burn in the corner of my eyes. “I've done my best to keep it to myself...”

My breath left me. For the moment, I was still in everything. Would this be my crime? Would I say what I felt? There was no coming back from this. How could I protect myself, when underneath it all, Twilight Sparkle knew that I was... afraid?

But that was the thing.

I was tired of being tough.

“But I'm scared, Twilight.” I inhaled deeply, held it gently, then exhaled sharply. “I don't know what's going to happen to me. All you mares do is scare me. I... don't think I hate you all, but something about you causes me fear.” I gulped. “And when there's too many of you, I... I... shut down.”

I dropped my muzzle. I couldn't stand to look into her eyes anymore. They were wide, confused, and almost as scared as I. She looked to be debated with herself. I'd revealed myself to her, and now, she could do as she wished with me.

“I don't think I can face this world alone,” I said while the tears came. “Please don't leave me, Twilight. Not now and not never. I can't do this all alone.” I cried some more and clenched my eyes in response. “Please help me. Never leave me.”

And that was that. My fear exposed and my bravado torn down. Everything until now had been a fluke. The calm of the night had allowed me to consider what kind of spot I was in, how overly fucked everything was going to be. The fear... it always cut through me at midnight.

And then Twilight Sparkle made her move.

I raised my head at the sound of her hoofsteps. By the time my eyes opened, she was already against me, her forelegs wrapped around my neck, pulling me close to her. Gently, she lowered me to the ground, stroking the back of my head, saying nothing.

I cried.

Twilight did nothing to stop it. Carefully, she brought my face before her chest, letting me wet her coat with all my tears. She did not mind even as my snout became wet. All she did was stroke my head, letting me cry and cry before she sang and sang.

My sadness consumed me. The words of her song were only sounds to my ears—but I heard nothing sweeter in all of my life. Soft and sweet, angelic and melancholic, reminding me... strangely of my mother.

Even if her face was clear in my memory, my tears were sure to have blinded my vision of her.

Seconds, minutes, moments, perhaps hours—time was lost to my drunk self. My tears were spent, my sobs now went, and some deep weight had been lifted from inside of me. Shame took its place as I held this mare tighter than I should, but I wouldn't let that get in the way of giving my thanks.

So when I rose my head to thank Twilight Sparkle, I found that her eyes had been closed as well. Tears streamed down her cheeks. I didn't question why—only that I lifted a hoof, and made her fur dry again.

Her eyes reopened at the touch. She stared at me in a way unlike anytime before. Glowing violet but no longer violent with lust. They glowed for a reason the haze of my mind could not work out, but something that my heart deeply felt.

We hugged.

I threw my forelegs around her neck, and Twilight did the same with mine. Our muzzles rested on each other's shoulders. Our chests pressed together, our coats rubbed against another. I inhaled and she exhaled.

Warmth was about us. The strands of our tails became mixed.

This wasn't a mare taking a stallion for herself, but rather, a girl and a boy finding comfort in one another. The feeling and sensation were new and fresh and, I knew, that this... was something I had not found in the world before this one.

“Trust me, Anon.” Twilight lifted her muzzle to my ears, whispering. “I... haven't been the nicest mare to you. When we met, I didn't know how different you were from the rest.” She rubbed her cheek down my neck. “No matter what, I want to help you. There's so much about this world you don't know.”

I pulled back an inch. “Trust me, I know. Just... didn't want to admit it is all.”

Twilight pulled back, smiling. “You have a right to be scared, Anon. The reason why you swear so much... I think I understand it now.” She shook her head. “There's just so much to you that I wasn't expecting, and I'm... sorry if I treated you wrong.”

I let my eyes drop. “I think that blame is on us both.” I gulped, lifting my gaze to hers again. “You seem like... a nice girl, Twilight. If... if our communication was clear between us... if we could trust each other.” I let my shoulders drop with an exhale. “Then maybe we'll both make it through this alive.”

Twilight blinked. “Y-You'll trust me then.”

I smiled. “Only if you trust me.”

I wasn't about to tell her that she was the only one I could trust in this crazy, crazy world.

Twilight did something I also wasn't expecting. She leaned forward, taking me by the lips, pressing only gently. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were warm. Chance. She had taken a chance and was now waiting for a response.

I couldn't deny the pleasant feeling anymore.

I kissed her back. Unlike the lust before, this was soft and gentle, an exchange that kept my heart steady. It was a feeling of safety, a sensation of warmth, and a confirmation of good things yet to come.

Wordlessly, we stood up, our lips still locked. Twilight led the way, taking charge, and I was glad to follow. Everything blurred around me and I still felt myself in a haze. For a second, I swore there was a flash, and maybe there was one, because the next thing I knew, I was staring at glass.

It'd gotten dark. The place was made dim only by the trickle of moonlight flooding in by a window. I was standing before some dresser. It had a mirror, and in it, I saw my reflection. A dark green stallion with an unruly mane swept back, no horn and no wings, a question mark on my flank.

I didn't have time to reflect on that, only what else I saw on the glass. Twilight was on the long, circular bed behind me, dressed in frilly stocking and fuzzy socks that covered her legs. She was rolling a hoof in the air, beckoning me towards her.

And I followed her request.

I climbed onto the bed, moaning as the cushion took some of my weight. I came over Twilight, and with a smirk, she crawled backward underneath me, a little game of chase we were playing. Finally, her head hit the pillows, and she had herself propped up under me.

I went for a kiss. And then I went for another. The wet smacks of our kissing resounded off the walls. Slowly, I laid my body on top of her, relishing in how her soft, purple fur caressed against my own. How her body pressed under mine. She was perfect and she was mine.

Twilight giggled. “I can feel something hard growing, Anon.”

I didn't respond.

“Tell me, do I get you hard, Anon?”

I didn't respond.

“You know that I like you, right?” Twilight went on. “You're the first stallion to make me feel this way. All the rest, although I love them, simply require too much care. But you? You're the first equal I've gone face to face with.”

I didn't respond.

“And I'm glad you choose me,” she continued to speak, but she was getting harder to hear. “Out of all the mares... to trust your first time with, you trusted me. Listen, Anon, I hope I'm not getting ahead of myself... but I think I may love you.”

I didn't respond.

“Anon, did you hear what I said?”

I didn't respond.

“Anon, do you feel the same way?”

I responded with a snore and promptly fell asleep.

“What the fuck, Anon!”

I smiled in my sleep.