Anonymous in Nu-Questria

You’re sitting on the beanbag chair, holding a pipe. The ember has long gone out and you don’t really care. You are perplexed by what’s happening on the screen.

The Trottingham accents of these fucking unicorn ponies is so hard to understand. Plus the audio is purposefully made for shit, like it was recorded on a tape recorder that’s a thousand years old. The picture is all black and white and grainy, and you can hardly make heads or tails of the ponies in some scenes due to the awful lighting. What the fuck is this?

You had to rewind it half-way through because you kept spacing out. The movie is really long, too. It’s been what, two hours? More?

You’re starting to get really hungry. Maybe you should go up and grab a snack. Maybe Izzy’s off the phone now too.

You are just about to lean up off the mushroom when you hear a noise come from upstairs. A bump.

“Izzy?” You say.

Suddenly, the room goes dark. The globe lights fade to black. The screen cuts out immediately. Shit.

It’s really dark now. There’s no light at all outside. The clouds must have rolled in tonight and blocked out the moon. Did Izzy say it was going to rain earlier? Fuck.

You feel around for something. You don’t have any way to produce light. Your hands fumble around around on the pillows.

Suddenly you hear hoofsteps coming down the stairs.

You bolt upright. Your eyes strain in the darkness, but you can’t see anything.

“Izzy?!” You ask.

Your heart starts to beat loudly in your chest. The hoofsteps make it down the landing to the basement.

There’s a figure standing in the dark, right there, saying nothing.

Then a spark. A candle burns with a thick flame for a moment, illuminating a horn and a curly mane.

The candle moves downward in the air. The flickering light illuminates the face of a lavender unicorn, who has a very smug expression on her face.

“I figured you out, Anon.” She says.

The words feel like a cold knife running along your chest. You involuntarily grip the beanbag chair and lean back.

“Uh... d-did the electricity go out?” You ask.

Another candle floats in the air, suspended in a dim field of magical light. It touches the first one and ignites. Then it levitates to the floor, illuminating Izzy’s forelegs. Wait... Is she wearing socks?

No doubt about it. She has blue and white striped thigh-high stockings on. Oh god. Oh fuck. She keeps lighting candles and hovering them around with her magic. Oh shit... are those panties on her ass?

“Oh yes.” Izzy says in a sultry tone, “That... happens sometimes. Sorry, Anon... I hope you don’t mind a little...”

She sparks another candle close to her face. It reflects in the dark pits of her eyes, and her wanting smile flashes at you.

“Candlelight.” Izzy says.

You try to speak, but your mouth just trembles as you gawk. You feel yourself breathing hard. What the fuck is going on? She was totally acting like a platonic gal pal a few hours ago. What the fuck?

Izzy giggles and throws herself onto the beanbag chair. She lands with a force that jostles you a bit. You lean up.

“Ooh.” Izzy says as she slowly rolls to her side and smiles at you. “You noticed my stockings, huh?” She extends her forehoof daintily towards you.

Your stomach drops in your chest as you suddenly remember a peculiar fact about mare estrus cycles. Some mares are polyestrous and can go into estrus cycles out of season if the weather gets particularly warm and humid. It had rained yesterday and Izzy was sunning herself so much today... did that trigger something in her? Did she do it on purpose?

“I felt like... it was only fair.” She says, leaning forward towards you, her skin turning crimson under her full, plush cheeks. “You saw what being a pony was like. So I decided to try being a bit more... human.”

Izzy gazes at you with smitten expression.

“I uh... well...” You say nervously. Your body feels itchy and hot all over. Your neck feels damp with sweat.

“Shh...” Izzy says as she crawls towards you. “You don’t have to say anything. I figured it out, Anon. You have a type. Don’t you?” She smiles with a confident aura about her.

A type? Fuck! You told her about Lyra. She’s a unicorn...

Suddenly she puts a hoof on your chest. You are pushed to the beanbag chair and she moves on top of you, straddling your legs with four hooves.

“Mmf~” Izzy says with a soft giggle. Your body tenses up involuntarily.

“I know how lonely it must have been out there for you. All by yourself, without somepony to hold.” Izzy says. She lowers her cheek and grazes it affectionately against your chest.

“I know that feeling too, Anon... it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Izzy says.

“Izzy! S-stop.” You say, closing your eyes tight and gritting your teeth.

You shudder. Izzy lifts her head up.

“I uh, I like you, okay? B-but I think we should just be friends.” You say with a pleading expression. “I don’t... I don’t-”

“Of course we’re friends.” Izzy says sweetly. “This won’t change that...” She scoots closer to you and runs a hoof along your collarbone.

“W-what about Sunny and Hitch?” You say, cringing.

“Oh, they won’t be back until the day after tomorrow. Probably in the morning.” Izzy says. She nuzzles close to your neck, her mane pushes up against your cheek.

“I won’t tell them if you don’t want me to.” Izzy whispers.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

No. This isn’t happening.

“What I mean is...” You say. “Please stop. I don’t consent. I am not ready for this. Please. Please Izzy, I’m sorry. I don’t... I don’t want to.”

You are trembling without any conscious control over it.

“Oh...” Izzy says. She backs up and leans off you. “Oh.” Her eyebrows raise up.

She glances behind herself, and with a quick swish of her horn the lights come back on. She steps back off the beanbag chair, one hoof raised in the air. The candles in the room all go out at once and wisp smoke into the air.

“I’m... sorry Anon.” Izzy says, looking away.

You lean up, breathing a sigh of relief, but there’s a pit in your stomach. You had no other choice. You had to turn her down. You can’t let things end like they did last time.

“No... I’m sorry.” You say. “I wasn’t trying to lead you on or anything. I’m just...”

You rub your head. “I didn’t know you were on... you know. On your cycle.”

Izzy’s head whips around and her face is burning with embarrassment. “W-what? My cycle?!” She says, her eyes narrow with a scrutinizing glare.

“I mean, yeah... you’re in heat right?” You say.

“No!” Izzy says. She looks to the side, hiding behind her curtain of a mane.

Wait, what? Izzy stands still for a moment, then she lets out a big sigh.

“I... um... I just wanted to do it... because...” Izzy says quietly, her head drooping.

“You’ve been really nice to me... nicer than any stallion ever has.” Izzy says, daintily tracing a hoof along the floor. “I thought... maybe if I did this, we’d keep being friends... even after you have to go.”

Are you fucking serious right now? God damn... you figured that she maybe had a weird thing about friends abandoning her, but not to this degree.

“I thought you had a... thing for unicorns, you know. P-plus I felt your thing pressing into me the other night and...” Izzy looks up at you with tearful eyes. “I just thought it would be nice for you. I hear what stallions talk about to each other... I figured...”

Izzy looks away as she trails off. You slowly look down and take a breath. This situation is fucked, but it’s not the least fucked up one you’ve been in. You just thought that part of your life was over.

You lean forward, putting your elbows on your knees.

“Izzy, listen.” You say, “I want to be your friend. And I don’t think that’s going to change any time soon. But the Izzy I’m friends with doesn’t need to do... sexual favors for me. I like you just how you are. Okay?”

Izzy’s lip quivers. A large tear drops from her eye, partially hidden behind her mane.

She sniffles and starts to sob.

“Oh Anon!” She says. She rushes up to you and collapses against your chest. You lean back and catch her on instinct. You hold her gently in your arms as she begins to sob into your chest.

You rub her back softly. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay.” You say. You guess it’s your turn to hold her as she cries. That’s fair, right...?

You sit there for a while, letting her get her emotions out on your comfy tunic. As she starts to calm down she curls up a little.

“You know, Izzy... there is one thing I want to do with a mare. One thing I haven’t done in a really long time.” You say.

She lifts her head up gently. “Really?” She asks, sniffing cutely.

You give her a small, warm smile. You take your hand and gently run it down her mane, letting your fingers thread through the soft, willowy strands.

Izzy smiles a bit and wipes her eyes.

You keep brushing Izzy’s mane with your fingers, then you gently sink your fingers in and massage her scalp with your fingertips. She lays her head on your chest. You let her get comfortable, and you softly scratch the small spots behind her ears.

“Ohh... That’s nice...” Izzy says gently. She melts against you. You feel elated. You didn’t get raped and... honestly, you did kinda miss doing this.

Izzy is soft and warm on your chest, and against your fingertips. There there, little pony. It will be okay.