Phyllis lay in her bed in the dark staring up at the ceiling still wearing her trademark eyeglasses. Her beautiful crystal blue eyes sparkled in the dim light that filtered in from the hallway through her bedroom door that was just slightly open. "Anon... do you think I'm a bad pony?"

"What?" Anon asked, raising his head from between her ample thighs, were moments ago he was busy tongue tickling her juicy pink pony pussy. "No, of course not, why would you even ask that?"

"Well earlier today, when the unicorn was-" Phyllis paused for a moment to make hoof quotes in the air,"-'Attacking' she didn't really seem like much of a threat, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it all afternoon. What if crazy old Argyle was right? What if everything we've been told for generations, and even the very foundation of everything I've built the Canterlogic company on has all just been A lie?"

Anon scootched up the bed until he was eye level with Phyllis, "I guess it could be, I don't really know, I've never even seen a unicorn before today, I suppose its possible that they're all harmless, but then again, that horn did look pretty sharp, too bad Sunny wrecked today's presentation and then ran off with the only pony that we could ask."

Phyllis pressed her back into Anon's chest and assumed the 'little spoon' position as he wrapped his arms around her. "yeah it's a little frightening thinking about what those two might be up to out there... I think that I'd sleep better if I talk with Sheriff Hitch."

Anon rolled out of bed and grabbed his boxer's from the floor "wait for me I'm coming too!" Anon said as he searched about the dimly lit room for the rest of his discarded articles of clothing.

"No, I think it's probably best if I go alone this time." Phyllis said as she carefully re-applied her lipstick in the vanity mirror "I tend to get-"

"Distracted?" Anon interupted, as he hopped up and down on one foot desperately trying to get his other foot in the appropriate leg hole of his plaid boxer shorts.

"I was going to say aroused, but we can go with distracted if you want." Phyllis shamelessly flirted and blew anon a kiss as she walked out the door.

Moments after Phyllis left the telephone rang.

"Cloverleaf residence, this is Anon speaking... oh the Doctor from the fertility clinic you say... what are you doing working this late... terrible news you say... what do you mean doc, this is great news! Wait till I tell Phyllis she's gonna be so happy. We gotta celebrate! Thanks again doc... yeah, yeah, good bye doc." Anon hung up the receiver and danced a little jig "Phyllis is gonna flip when she finds out!" Anon put on his jacket and straightened his necktie in the mirror, and hurried out the door after Phyllis eager to tell her the good news.

The sun was starting to set on Maretime Bay as Phyllis plodded her way from her home in the residential district towards Sheriff Hitch's office in the middle of town, her mind heavy with thoughts of unicorns and pegasai lurking just out of sight in the long shadows cast by the slowly setting sun. Her life's work revolved around keeping the ponys of Maretime Bay safe, but she couldn't help but wonder were they ever realy in any danger in the first place?

She couldn't help but remember when Anon first arrived in Maretime Bay.....

Phyllis Cloverleaf rummaged through her closet searching for her skin tight black catsuit, the one she kept just in case she might ever have to perform some good old fashioned industrial espionage.

Last night A strange ship had washed ashore just up the coast from Maretime Bay, Sheriff Holiday had already come back from investigating it and told everypony that it wasn't dangerous and there was nothing to worry about.

Hmpf! Nothing to worry about she thought to herself as she squeezed into her catsuit, easy for him to say, he's not a single parent trying to raise a foal by himself. Besides, that old kook wouldn't know dangerous if it grabbed him by the beard and sat on his face. Phyllis had to give the catsuit an extra hard tug to get it up over her ass, Unff, I don't remember this thing fitting this tight the last time i wore it. she thought to herself as she gave the stubborn article of clothing one last tug before it finaly slipped up over her plump bottom. She neatly tucked her mane up under a black knit hat and grabbed her flashlight, Her baby boy Sprout was sleeping over at his little friend Hitch's house, so tonight Phyllis intended to go off and do a little investigating of her own.

Phyllis wasn't quite as slender as she had been when she was younger, having a foal has a sneaky way of adding a couple of pounds (in all the right places) that could be particularly difficult to shed without the most grueling of exercise routines, but she was still a very athletic pony and the trip up the coast didn't take more than an hour at the most.

It was especially dark that night as the crescent moon only occasionally peeked out from behind the dense clouds that littered the night sky. Phyllis quietly creapt over the grassy sand dunes of the beach untill she could finally see the mysterious stranded ship, it was low tide and the ship had run aground in a sandbar, it looked like it should pretty easily dislodge itself once the tide came in. The soul occupant of the ship, the 'Anonymous' person, thing that Sherrif Holiday had said seemed like a 'pretty chill guy' was currently roasting marshmallows over a driftwood campfire, at first glance he didn't seem very malicious, but even so, Phyllis still intended to sneak aboard his boat and have a little look around just to be sure.

Old truck tires hung from ropes over the sides of the boat, but they were much too high for Phyllis to reach, even if she were able to jump high enough to reach one there was no way she would be able to climb the rest of the way over the edge, the hull was just too slippery for her hooves to get a grip on. The only way onto the ship was the gangplank that was easily within view of the campfire. Luckily the Anonymous had its back to it, so sneaking onboard shouldn't be too difficult as long as she didn't noisily clomp her hooves all the way to the top.

Phyllis quietly snuck up the gangplank and into the boats cabin. It was dark inside and what little moonlight there was could hardly illuminate the cramped cabin through the boats small round port holes. Phyllis was glad that she had brought her flashlight with her, it would make searching for any indication that Anonymous might be up to no good so much easier. She pulled out a drawer accidentally spilling its contents onto the floor with a loud clatter, she hoped that Anonymous didn't hear all the noise she was making over the quiet crackle of his campfire as she hurriedly scooped it's contents back inside. She opened cabinets, peered into boxes and inside of the closet, but it wasn't until she looked under the matress that Phyllis had hit the jackpot.

It was a thick magazine with the glossy picture of an Anonymous on the cover, but this one was different, not like the one just outside next to the campfire, this one had a long wavy blond mane and it wore a ballcap backwards on its head and it's blank question mark face was blowing a huge bubblegum bubble. On its chest were huge globes of green flesh barely concealed by a small white shirt that was clearly six sizes to small, it sat on its bottom in a way that one might see up its tight denim skirt if it weren't for the way it was holding its hands in the way. Curious, Phyllis opened the magazine to look inside, but quickly tossed it down to the floor in surprise like it were some kind of venomous reptile she had picked up by mistake. Inside there were more pictures. Provocative pictures that left nothing to the imagination. Pictures of the Anonymous on the cover and other girls, yes they were without a doubt girls, Phyllis was familiar enough with her own female anatomy to recognize it on a creature even as alien as an Anonymous. They had no tails and the bizarre placement of their breasts was a little off putting, but they still had unmistakably wide foal bearing hips, pretty eyes and soft feminine curves. Phyllis mustered up the courage to carefully flip through the pages, she was captivated by the beauty and gracefulness of the models within. She couldn't help but imagine herself in such poses, could it be possible that a creature like Anonymous could find a mare like her attractive?

Phyllis tried to shake the thought from her head. Had it realy been that long since she had been with a stallion? Why was she even having these thoughts? It was that dumb magazine. It was clearly to blame, she just had to put it back were she found it, go home to her little Sprout and forget that any of this nonsense ever happened.

But she was too late as Anonymous could be heard walking up the gangplank quietly humming a tune to himself.

Phyllis panicked! she was trapped, Anonymous was blocking the only exit! She had to find a way out quick! The port holes! It would be a tight squeeze but she had to try, it was her only chance to escape.

Phyllis' flashlight clatterd noisily to the deck along with Anons magazine as she struggled to climb out through the port hole, she didn't have any trouble with her front half, but the fabric of her catsuit bunched up around her hips rendering her bottom end hopelessly stuck and completely at the mercy of the big green lumbering goon. Phyllis braced herself for whatever might happen next as she heard the door slowly creaked open and Anonymous step inside still quietly humming to himself.

'click' Anonymous turned on the electric lights to find a dangling blond tail and ponys bottom wrapped in tight black fabric blocking his window. Not completely certain that what he was seeing was even real he walked over and gave its left buttcheek a hard poke with his finger.

"EEEEP"!!! Phyllis gave a loud squeal and struggled once more to free herself from the cramped confines of the round port hole, her hind legs kicking at the empty air behind her, fruitless in her effort to escape.

Yeah, it was real alright.

Anonymous opened another port hole and stuck his head out "hello there little pony friend, i didn't realize I had another visitor. You seem to be stuck" then with a big smile he stuck his hands through the port hole and wiggled his fingers, "Need a hand?"

Phyllis couldn't believe it, she had been caught red hooved sneaking aboard his boat and rummaging through his things and this big dumb goof-ball's first instinct was to help her get unstuck. Who was it that said chivalry was dead?

Anonymous ducked back inside and reached his arms around Phyllis's waist to pull her free. One of his hands grabbed onto one of her breasts and he gave it an experimental squeeze, once he finally realized what it was that he was groping he jerked his hand away like he had just grabbed a red hot iron.

This of course only sent a jolt of electricity up Phyllis's spine that made her wonder what else that he could do with those hands of his.

Anonymous stuck his head back out of the port hole to apologize "I am sorry about that ma'am, I didn't realize that you were a lady. I don't think there's any way I can help you without grabbing more of your girly bits, maybe I should go get help. I don't suppose you have a pony ambulance or fire department do you?"

"you can't leave me like this! It would take hours for them to get here" Phyllis shouted, "look we're both consenting adults here, just put on your big boy pants, grab my 'girly bits', and pull already." Anonymous snapped her a salute and disappeared back inside where Phyllis could hear him pacing back and forth behind her, trying to decide exactly how to go about grabbing her and pulling her out with the least amount of sexual assault.

Phyllis knocked on the hull of the boat to get Anonymous's attention and he quickly stuck his head back out the port hole, "look", Phyllis said, "I can tell that your a little hung up on the social boundaries that polite society has thrust upon us and I hope that it's just because you're a gentlecolt and not that you find me repulsive because I'm a pony. But I'm still stuck in a wall and I need you to stop sitting on the fence and put your hands on my butt and give me a push, I promise i won't make it wierd... Ok."

"Ok... I'm just gonna give you a little push, no funny business I promise." Anon said, just before ducking his head back inside. Anon stood behind the pony stuck in his window trying not to admire the ample roundness of her plump ass as he placed his hands on her pert butt cheeks. His fingers sunk into her soft supple flesh untill they were nearly enveloped, like a warm, living, memory foam matress. He tried not to think about all of the terrible 'stuck' porn that he had seen as he gave her a firm push...

"Riiippp!!!" Phyllis's catsuit ripped right up the middle exposing everything as Anon tumbled forward and accidentally planted his face right against Phyllis's hot winking snatch. Phyllis brought both of her hooves up to cover her face in a double facepalm. There was no way she was ever getting out of this port hole tonight.

Anon just stood there dumbstruck... until he slowly peeled his face away from her mare bits, long strings of viscous mare arousal still sticking to his cheek until they finaly sagged and broke dribbling onto the floor. "You promised me that you weren't gonna make this wierd..." Anon just stood there for a moment completely mesmerized by the sight of Phyllis's tail curled over her back and her constantly winking marehood just dripping female juices onto the floor, untill he was finally able to wrench his eyes away. He quickly threw a towel over her, grabbed some oven mitts, wrapped his arms around her waist and gave one mighty tug, finally pulling her free of the port hole. The two of them tumbled to the floor, the pony still wrapped in Anon's arms, still dripping her viscous vaginal fluids onto his chest. For a while the two of them just layed there panting quietly in each others embrace...

After a while it was Anon who finally spoke up, "You'll probably want to go home now..."

Phyllis just layed there in silence, clinging to Anon's chest, lost in the sound of his beating heart... "Do, do you want me to go home?...."

Anon just lay there, silently thinking.... "Unless you'd rather stay..."

This time it didn't take Phyllis long to answer "yes, I think I'd like to stay... as long as it's ok with you..."

Anon sat up softly spilling Phyllis off from his chest and gently onto the floor "I'm going to go take a shower, I'm filthy" he said, peeling the sticky shirt from his chest and tossing it into a dirty laundry hamper. "My shower realy isn't very spacious but your welcome to join me if you'd like."

Phyllis leapt to her hooves, she was a little sweaty from her jog up the coast, but mostly she was eager for an opportunity to find out what Anon looked like under those cargo shorts he was wearing.

Anon wasn't joking about how small his shower was, it would have been impossible for both of them to take a shower together, so they took turns. Anon first, and then Phyllis. Phyllis realy wanted to get a peek at what Anon's dick looked like, but he hopped into the shower and slid the door shut before she had the chance to get a good look. She did however get a good look at those sculpted glutes of his, and she didn't mind that he had no tail. Let's just say that that image will live rent free in Phyllis's brain forever. Anon wasn't long in the shower, but as soon as he opened the door the room filled with steam and Phyllis's glasses fogged up instantly, depriving her of a second chance to see Anon's package. By the time she had cleared the fog from her glasses Anon had already wrapped a towel tightly around his waist.

Anonymous set out a couple of towels for her to use and even managed to find her A new tooth brush, and an old hair dryer that judging by its accumulation of dust clearly hadn't been used in years. "Feel free to use as much of my soap and shampoo as you like, sorry that I don't have anything more feminine, but if you told me this morning that I'd be entertaining a female guest I would have laughed" and then he just quietly slipped ot of the tiny bathroom and closed the door behind him leaving Phyllis to her privacy.

Phyllis sat in the shower her head awash with conflicting thoughts as the warm water cascaded over her body, one part of her brain, the logical part, said she should just clop one out so she could finally get all of these lewd thoughts out of her head, get a good night's sleep and head back home in the morning and pretend that none of this ever even happened, but a more whimsical and feminine part of her brain kept asking does he find me attractive? Of course the logical part of her brain just didn't have an off switch and had to suggest, well why don't you just ask him? It was then that Phyllis remembered that she was a strong, beautiful, intelligent, confident mare and that was exactly what she was going to do. She was going to ask Anonymous if he found her atractive, and then if he said yes, she was going to fuck him hard until the sun came up.

Phyllis came out of the bathroom with her mane wrapped in a towel and wearing Anon's fluffy white bathrobe, it was a little big for her but she was making it work. She sat down in front of Anonymous who was busy pretending to read a book and trying to make it look like he wasn't looking at her whenever she wasn't looking at him. He had piled some blankets on the floor for himself to sleep on, saving the entirety of the king sized bed that took up the majority of the boats living quarters solely for Phyllis. She turned her back to him but could still see his reflection in the mirror, she waited until she was sure he was watching before she slowly let the bathrobe fall to the floor and shook her mane free of the towel. Hopping up onto the bed she struck one of the poses from Anon's magazine and gently patted the empty space beside her with a hoof, "Mr Anonymous, I'm certain that there's plenty of space for the both of us up on this bed. Why don't you join me up here?"

Anonymous carefully peeked over the edge of the mattress, but as soon as he saw how Phyllis was sprawled out all sexy like, he quickly ducked back down. "I'll be fine thanks, got a cozy pile of blankets all to my self down here."

"Mr Anonymous you've been so accommodating and hospitable to an unwanted guest such as myself, but still your reluctant to get too close to me, i promise that i don't bite. Let's not forget I'm liable to get lonely sleeping in a strange and unfamiliar place and I'll probably join you on the floor sometime in the night regardless."

Anonymous reluctantly crawled up onto the bed and layed there flat on his back, stiff as a board.

Phyllis took this opportunity to straddle him, her front hooves pinning his shoulders to the matress, making direct eye contact with her face so close to Anon's that she could smell the minty fragrance of his freshly brushed teeth. "I've never met anyone quite like you before and I find you utterly fascinating. The two of us are so very different but somehow still very much the same. And there is something that I've been meaning to ask you... Do you think I'm pretty?"

Anon lay there wanting nothing more than to place his hands on either side of her head and run his fingers through her hair as he mashed their lips together until he could pry her teeth apart and explore the deepest recesses of her mouth with his tongue. "Yeah I think you're pretty."

Phyllis cracked a devious smile as she sat down on Anon's stomach, the warmth of her breasts easily bleeding through the thin fabric of Anon's t-shirt. "Do you, maybe find me a little bit attractive?"

Anon roughly shoved Phyllis off and leapt out of the bed, "I have been lost at sea for almost three years now with no one to even talk to. Every day I crave the gentle touch of a woman. I'm so pent up right now that I'd fuck an electric toaster if I could decide which slot to put my dick in first! Do I find you attractive you ask, of course I find you attractive. I don't know, maybe there's something wrong with me but if I had the choice of any woman in this book -" Anon said, pointing his rolled up nudey magazine at Phyllis like some kind of paper sword, "I'd Still pick you!"... "I don't even know your name... but I'm trying my best to make sure we don't do something that you might regret in the morning, and you are making it very hard!... maybe I should go..."

Phyllis pleaded with him with tears in her pretty blue eyes, "please stay... my name is Phyllis, Phyllis Cloverleaf and the only thing that I'll regret in the morning is that I had to spend the night alone, again. It's been far too long since either one of us has felt the gentle embrace of a lover, and I want this more than anything right now, so please stay, stay and make love with me".

Maybe it was Phyllis's last green light, or maybe seeing her in tears was the straw that broke the camel's back, but either way Anon's resolve finally crumbled. He leapt onto the bed like a feral beast and wrapped Phyllis Cloverleaf in his arms and peppered her fuzzy pink neck with kisses.

Phyllis squirmed out of his grasp and stood on the bed. She flagged her tail over her back and in a husky voice said, "mount me stud"

Anon laughed, " is that how ponys do it?"

Phyllis huffed an indignant huff, "whats wrong with the way ponys 'do it'"

With all the strength of a wild animal, Anonymous flipped Phyllis over onto her back and brought his face close to hers "nothing 'wrong' with the way ponys do it, I just feel like your missing out on a lot of things."

"Like what" she asked, slowly arching an eyebrow in curiosity.

"Well like this" He said, as he ran his fingers through her hair and leaned in to give her a passionate kiss on the lips.

"Ooohh momma likes that" Phyllis said with a dopey grin as she struggled to slide his boxers down with her hind hooves until Anon's erect member finally sprang free.

"Looks like your eager to get to the main course, but... it's been awhile since I've been with anybody, especially someone as beautiful as you, so... I'm not sure how long I can last. Try not to be disapointed if this is over too soon." Then he gently spread her moist folds with his meaty glans and gave a gentle thrust, then another and another and another.

Anonymous was pistoning in and out of Phyllis like a mad man as her body was wracked by orgasm after orgasm one after the other. He was woried that he would cum prematurely but Phyllis had never experienced such ecstasy, she was barely clinging to consciousness by a thread. How long had they been going at it? Eight maybe nine minutes? The bed beneath them Was soaked in Phyllis's orgasmic juices. Was there no end to this man's stamina?

Then Anon let out a loud groan "I'm about to cum where do you want it?"

Phyllis was so lost in pleasure that what he said took a few moments to register where do I want it? Where do I want it? Inside definitely inside - wait am i safe today? Are we even biologicaly compatable? what would our child look like? Would it be some kind of freak half-man half-pony hybrid? she could tell that Anon was at the very edge of his limit. She had to decide..."Cum on my tits, frost my little cupcake tittys with your hot jizz!"

And he did. He blasted her little pony tittys with rope after rope of hot sticky cum until he finally collapsed from exhaustion right on top of her making a giant jizz sandwich, their tired bodies like two pieces of slumbering bread and in between a sticky, gooey, sloppy, messy cum filling. The two of them slept like that for the rest of the night, blissfully in each others embrace..........

It was already dark outside by the time Phyllis burst through the doors of the sheriff's office and found Sprout "where's Hitch? Ponys all over town, their terrified they want answers"

"He went after Sunny, another solo Hitch mission." Sprout pouted.

oh crap! Phyllis thought to herself, Sheriff Hitch is the only pony everypony else will listen to. I have to keep everypony safe until he gets back and we can figure out what's realy going on. Then she noticed Sheriff Hitch's badge on the floor, and it gave her an idea, an idea so crazy that it just might work. perhaps a little more responsibility might do Sprout some good. Besides it's not like he can make matters any worse... Right??? "Sugarcube why the Sprout pout? That's great news."

"It is?" Sprout asked in confusion.

Phyllis picked up Hitch's badge, "Yes, it means that, you, are, the Sheriff" and pinned it to Sprouts bandolear. "At least for now"

"I am" Sprout said with a euphoric and potentially maniacal grin "Hey there my name's Sprout, Sheriff Sprout. what's the problem filly. don't worry Sheriff Sprout is here. Pick up that litter! Sheriff Sprouts orders!!!

Phyllis was already regretting making Sprout the sheriff. She just hoped that Maretime bay's real Sheriff came back before every thing spiraled wildly out of control.

Author's Note

Is this vanilla? I didn't order vanilla. And why is it so long? Nobodys going to want to read this.