Ground control, things have gotten weird and hot
Your name is Arnold Amos, or as the kids used to call you back in school all those years ago, Anonymous...because sometimes kids are uncreative.
Several months ago you received an email from your old high school. Your graduating class was having its ten year reunion. Your RSVP'd because you couldn't think of anything you'd have important going on and you'd like to see your old classmates. To see what they've been up to and what they've been doing.
You're walking away from the check-in desk flipping your room's keycard over and over in your fingers. Man, Canterlot City has changed a lot since you've been away. When you left, this was still called The Old Stable Inn, but apparebtly it's been bought out by Red Roof Inns.
Of course Canterlot City was still a small city with a growing population and a minor horse magic problem back then. Its size has certainly grown and it's now home to the premier magic studies university called Canterlot University for New Technological Sciences. Obviously they didn't hire a PR firm or run the school's anagram past some seventh graders.
As you reach the elevator, you turn your head to the left and you swore that you caught the briefest glimpse of red and blonde hair rounding the corner where the stairwell was. As you reach out with a finger to press the button to call the elevator, you notice the sign taped to its door: Out Of Order.
You grumble under your breath and make your way to the stairwell. Fortunately your room is on the second floor, so you don't have that long of a climb.
You shove the keycard into the little slit on the door. The locks makes a little 'whir-click' and the little light above the keycard slit flashes green. You press down on the door handle and walk inside. The room isn't bad, in fact it's kinda nice. The walls could use a fresh coat of paint, the carpet is a strange pattern of burgundy and green, and the bedspread is that bland pattern that comes with all major chain motels.
Of course back in the day when this was still called The Old Stable Inn, you and your buddies used to always talk about getting a room here, bring some girls and then do stuff with them, but none of you ever got up the courage to do so.
You chuckle to yourself at that memory as you place your suitcase of the luggage rack in the closet. "We were some stupid fucking kids. Even if we did bring a couple of girls back to the room, we wouldn't know what to do with ourselves." Of course that didn't stop a couple of the guys from lying about doing so. Even though you all knew they were lying and the name of the girl they supposedly brought to the room changed often, you all still cheered and whooped for their fake conquests because y'all were some dumbass kids.
As you walk over to the AC, the phone in your pocket rings. You pull it out and check the name and number. It's your ex-wife, Maggie.
Reluctantly you press the button. "Yes, Mags, what do you want?" You try to keep the vitriol out of your voice and fail.
She yammers away on the other end of the line.
"Look, if I've said it once, I've said it a million times. You remarried, that means legally I don't have to pay you any more alimony."
She hysterically yammers on the other end, I only half hear what she's saying because I've already tuned her out.
"Well, you should've thought about that before banging half of that Def Leppard cover band."
Now she's frantically screaming and fake crying, attempting to pluck at your heartstrings. A few years ago that would've worked when you both first split, but now you don't care.
"You knew my job had me on the road a lot. It's not my fault that you tried to justify your cheating by listening to your delusions that said I was cheating."
Now it sounds like she's really crying. An evil thought creeps into your mind. Yes, that'll really set her off.
"Look, if you're that unhappy with him, you can always sleep with an entire Iron Maiden cover band behind his back."
That did it. Now she's screaming cuss words and insulting your manhood. You can barely contain your laughter.
"The reception's kinda bad here. If it sounds like I'm hanging up on you, it's because I am."
You press the red button to end the call and turn off the phone. That'll cook her goose right and proper. You know later when you turn your phone back on, there'll be a bajillion texts from her, half of which she'll send once she's good and deep in a bottle of wine.
Maybe she'll give herself severe alcohol poisoning. You grunt and shake your head. You shouldn't think things like that. You and Maggie used to have something once, but not any more. It took a couple of years of talking to a therapist to get through your thick skull that it isn't your place to pick up the pieces of her life when she's having a mental breakdown anymore. "Fuck, I could use a drink."
***
You step out of your car in front of a little dive bar called The Smashed Grape. At least this place hasn't changed.
Walking in to The Smashed Grape, the place still smells the same, like cheap beer, cheaper wine and rot gut whiskey. Somewhere someone probably is writing a country song about this place.
Behind the bar is Berry Punch. Wait...that can't be Berry, she was in her forties when you left. Must be her daughter, Ruby...something. Fuck, you can't remember her name. She was a couple of years behind you in school is all you can remember.
You walk up to the bar and can't help but note how much she looks like Berry Punch.
"What'll it be, sir."
You pause for a moment to think. "Do they still make Sweet Apple Special Reserve."
She nods and that's when you notice her nametag: Ruby Sentry. Was it always Ruby Sentry? "I'll take a bottle. And do you mind if I ask a dumb question?"
"If it's to ask me out, I'm a married woman."
You wave your hand in front of you. "No, no, no! Nothing like that. I think I used to go to school with you. What's your maiden name?"
Ruby gives you a strange look. "Punch."
"Ruby Punch!" You slap the bar with a hand. "When I came in and saw you behind the bar, I wasn't able to put a face to the name." You jab at your chest with a thumb. "Arnold Amos." There's a look on her face like she's trying to place the name. "Back in the day, everybody used to call me *ahem* Anonymous."
A look of realization comes across Ruby's face. "Hoe. Lee. Shit! I used to have such a big crush on you back in school, but I never could get up the gumption to even say hi. You in town for the reunion tomorrow?"
"Mm-hmm."
Ruby reaches into the cooler behind the bar and pulls out a longneck bottle, filled with an amber liquid and a familiar label on the front. She places it on a coaster on the bar.
When you reach for your wallet, Ruby waves it off. "This one's on the house."
You twist the cap off the bottle and take a swig of the hard cider. The taste brings back memories of all the times you and your buddies got in trouble for stealing several of these longnecked bottles from your parents' or their parents' fridge. Good times, good times.
Ruby steps back to the swinging door behind the bar that leads to the kitchen. The small of deep fried bar food wafts into your nose. "Hey Flash!"
A familiar voice shouts from the kitchen, "Yeah?"
"Come out here. There's someone you'll want to say hi to."
A few minutes later the door to the kitchen swings open and Flash Sentry walks out. He looks exactly the same now as back then, except he's put a little pudge on around his midsection. You poke at your belly. You've definitely put on a few pounds since high school.
Flash pulls off his apron and trots around the bar.
Your turn to face him and you both perform the same time the old football chat the team would do at the beginning of every game right after taking the field, much to the chagrin of the coach and school faculty. "Wondercolt kick your ass! Wondercolts kick your face! Wondercolts kick your ball into outer space!"
With deep, hearty laughs, we hug one another and slap each other on the back. After a moment we part from the hug.
"Shit man, it's been a long time."
You sit on a barstool and take a long swig from the longnecked bottle. "Yeah, I know. The town's changed a lot. When I left it wasn't quite as big and now..."
Flash sits down at another barstool. "Yeah. Who would've guessed that being the center for horse magic would have such an effect on the population, huh? It also doesn't hurt that two horse princesses from another dimension have set up a school to teach applied magical theory to promising young minds."
You think back to when magical tech started making its way into the market. Initially people were skeptical, but now, now it's commonplace. Magical tech-powered wells have helped countries in Africa that were prone to droughts. Magical tech tractors have helped countries that once struggled to feed their population now have yearly bumper crops. Hell, your car uses a magical tech engine. You've heard in the news that countries like Iran, North Korea and Sudan are considering coming to the negotiation table so they can get magical tech.
You take another swig of the bottle. "So...what's everyone been up to?"
Half an hour later, your wallet is several tens of dollars lighter, your belly is full of hard cider and greasy bar food. Your head is spinning from a combination of the stories of your friends and too much booze. "I gotta get back to my room." You stand up and wobble a couple of times.
"I gotcha, buddy." Flash walks around the bar. "Where you staying?"
"You know where The Old Stable Inn used to be, but now it's a Red Roof Inn?"
An indeterminate amount of time later you and Flash are standing outside your motel room door. "This is me."
Flash spins your car keys by the ring on his finger. "Your car's parked in the lot. You get some rest and I'll call you in the morning to get your keys back to ya."
"How're ya getting back to the bar?" You sound so pathetic right now, but for the life of you, you can't stop yourself from sounding like that.
Flash slaps you on the shoulder. "I'll catch a cab. Good catching up with ya Arnold, now get some sleep."
As Flash walks away, you lean up against the door, pressing your face against the cool wood while you wait for the world to stop spinning just a little bit.
"Sir? Are you okay?", a familiar voice speaks from behind you.
"Huh?" You lift your head to look in the direction of the familiar voice. That red and blonde hair that looks a little like bacon, those teal eyes, that amber skin. It's Sunset Shimmer looking at you with a concerned look on her face. You weakly nod. "Yeah...uh, yeah. Just had a little too much to drink and now I'm waiting for the world to stop spinning."
"Well, standing out here won't help it. My room's a few doors down the hall."
Wait what?
"I've got a case of beer and hate to drink by myself. Why don't you come to my room and keep that buzz going?"
Double wait what?
You follow behind Sunset as she walks to her room, hips swaying under her black cocktail dress. Your eyes lock on those hips as you follow her. As your gaze slowly walks up her body, your eyes meet hers. She's staring over her shoulder and giving you a come hither smile.
You're standing beside Sunset at her room. You can smell her perfume. It has the hints of citrus mixed with flowers. She opens her room door and walks in. You step in behind her. Next to her bed is an electric cooler. She points to a leather easy chair in the corner. "You can sit if you want."
Your feet carry you over to the easy chair and sit down. Your plans originally was to lay down, go to sleep, get up in the morning, get your car keys from Flash and go to the reunion. Now it's have a couple of brews with an old friend, reminisce and have a few laughs.
Sunset opens the cooler, pulls out two cans of beer, walks over and hands one to you. Your fingers meet her on the frosty metal of the can. Instead of pulling away, she reaches out with an index and caresses the back of your hand for a moment. She eyes you up and down. "You look like you've not done bad for yourself."
"Thanks. I've tried to stay in shape."
"What kind of work do you do?"
You crack the beer open and take a sip of the bitter, fizzy, amber liquid. "Nothing glamorous. I drive a delivery truck bringing produce to markets. The pay's not bad, though it keeps me on the road three, four days of the week."
"Married?"
"Divorced. Wife didn't like it that I was on the road several days of the week and slept with half of a Def Leppard cover band."
"Sounds like a real bitch." Sunset tapes a sip of her beer. "I would've at least waited to sleep with the real Def Leppard." She puts her hand in front of her. "Kidding! I'm kidding. Or maybe I'm not?"
You chuckle and take another sip of beer "Now she calls me up to bug me about alimony checks I no longer have to legally pay her now that she's remarried or when she's unhappy with her new husband, which is most of the time."
Sunset turns her back to you, bends over and unsnaps the buckles on her high heels. You can't help but watch as her cocktail dress slowly slides up her thighs, secretly hoping that it would slide higher. She sits on the corner of the bed facing you and kicks off her high heels. "She should've thought about that before spreading her thighs for a cover band." She spreads her knees at the last word, giving you a long look up her dress.
Your eyes follow up the lines of Sunset's thighs and linger on the panties covering her crotch. Ground control, the rocket is fueled and ready on the launch platform. "Can I use your bathroom?"
"Sure. You know where it is." She points to the front of the room.
Stepping into the bathroom, you relieve your bladder, then pull one of the plastic cups from its plastic wrap, fill it with water and drink it down. You fill the cup with water again and drink it down. You look at yourself in the mirror. "Cool your jets, man. She's not coming on to you. You've just had too much to drink and are reading too far into it. Go back out there, thank her for the beer, tell her goodnight, go back to your room, rub one out and go to sleep."
"Is everything alright in there?", Sunset's voice says from the other room.
"Yeah! I'm just...just feeling a little sick. Ya know, too much to drink and all that.", you lie. "Give me a couple of minutes and I'll be out." You fill the plastic cup with water a couple more times and drink it. You walk out the bathroom.
Sunset's sitting in the chair you were, a sly smile on her lips. "You know I could hear you in there?"
"Oh...uh...sorry about that. I'll say g--"
"I am coming on to you."
"Wait, what?!"
Sunset lifts her leg and rests it on the arm of the easy chair. She hikes up her dress revealing her panties. "Ever since I saw you earlier today, I wanted to break off a piece of that dick."
"Double wait, what?!"
Sunset stands up from the chair and reaches behind her. "Let me come right out and say it. I want you inside me and I don't want you to stop until my legs are shaking and I can't stand anymore."
Ground control, all lights are green and we're ready for launch.
You hear the sound of a zipper as Sunset's arm travels down behind her. She slouches her shoulder and her cocktail dress falls to the floor, leaving her naked except for her black stockings, garter belt, bra and panties.
Your eyes wander across the lines of her body, still buff and trim. Your mouth waters. Grabbing the tail of your shirt, you pull it up over your head and drop it on the floor.
Sunset saunters across the room and presses her body against yours. You feel her hot breath on your face as both of your lips move closer. Lips press together, jaws scissor open and closed, tongues dance and swirl in each other's mouths. Your mouths part and you can taste her lipstick on your lips. She leans in for another kiss. Your heart pounds against your ribs like a jackhammer and your blood feels like it's on fire. Your fingers dance across her skin until your hands meet in the small of her back and you pull her in closer. She grips your back, fingernails digging in slightly. Ground control, we have ignition
Sunset pulls back slightly from the kiss, planting smaller and smaller ones on your lips for several minutes. Her hand slide from your back around to your front and make their way down to your belt. She fumbles with your buckle. When you reach down to help her, she slaps your hands away gently. She unbuckles your belt and lets it hang loosely from the loops. Reaching behind her, you undo the clasp on her bra.
Sunset slouches her shoulders, letting the bra drop to the floor. You reach up with your hands and start groping her breasts. She closes her eyes, bites her lip hard and lets out a long moan. She then unbuttons and unzips your pants. Reaching into the slit in your boxers, she starts jerking you off. You suck in hard through your teeth, lean your head back and hiss out, "Fuck!"
You find yourself roughly shoved to the side. Falling down, you roughly land on the bed. Sunset lowers herself to the floor and slides up between your knees. You feel her tugging on your shoes and a few moments later they come off. She grabs the waistband of your pants and pulls them down to your ankles. Quickly you kick them off.
Sunset reaches into your boxers and pulls your cock out. You groan as you feel her tongue run up your length. A moment later you feel wet warmth as you enter her mouth. You thrust your hips as she bobs her head up and down. You moan and groan as you feel your head graze her tonsils.
You start to feel a familiar churning and Sunset pulls off your length. You look up to ask what's wrong and stop when you see her removing the clips that connect her garter belt to the top of her stockings. You reach up with a hand and start jerking off to stay hard, but she swats your hand with a foot.
"Ah-ah-ah! Good things come to good boys who are patient. Be a good boy and be patient, and I'll give you a treat."
You pout slightly but release your cock, after all you're a good boy.
Sunset finishes removing the last of the clips from the tops of her stockings and starts rolling them down agonizingly slow. She hooks her thumbs into the waist of her panties and slides them off. She step up onto the bed and walks over the bedspread until her feet are straddling your head. Your mouth waters as you stare into her moist slit and well-trimmed bush. She lowers herself until her thighs are straddling your head. Ground control, we have liftoff.
"Now be a good boy and eat up. If you clean your plate, I'll give you an extra special reward."
You plunge your face forward and start eating her out. Your lips suck on her clit and your tongue waggles inside of her, tasting her warm, salty depths. Sunset leans forward, bracing her arms on the bed as she moans and whimpers. You occasionally turn your head to the side to take a quick gulp of air before plunging back in.
After several minutes Sunset's dew is coating you chin and cheeks, your jaw is starting to aches and your tongue is getting tired, but you muster on through because you're a trooper and not a selfish lover.
Sunset leans back and braces her hands on your hips. Her voice has become hoarse from the moaning. She starts to thrash about, making her hips bounce up and down as screaming moans pour out from her mouth. You grab onto her thighs to hand on for dear life as you continue eating her out.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
Sunset thrashes about, screaming like a banshee as a major orgasm wracks her. All you can do is hang on for dear life, like a sailor caught in a storm, the whole time her salty spray coating the lower half of your face.
Sunset rolls off your face and onto her back. A slick sheen of sweat coats her body as it twitches and thrashes as she rides out her orgasm. You flip over onto your knees, massaging your sore jaw and neck, you slide up the bed to check on her.
Sunset lays there with her eyes closed, heaving air into her lungs. Occasionally her body twitches and she lets out a soft moan. You gently caress her cheek. "Sunset, are you okay?" Her eyes pop open and those teal orbs lock with yours. Her pupils are little pink hearts...must be a magic horse magic thing.
"Holt shit, dude! No one's ever done that to me before!"
You rub the back of your head awkwardly. "Uh...thanks, I guess?"
Sunset spreads her legs and curls her knees until her heels are nearly touching her thighs. "I want you inside of me!"
You start to roll over, but pause. "I don't have any condoms."
"Don't worry, it's a safe day. Besides, I never liked condoms."
You never liked condoms either, but you always prided yourself on being safe. "You sure? I don't want to accidentally get y--"
Sunset covers your mouth with her hand. "I told you, it's a safe day. I want you inside of me, now!"
You pop a quick salute and mumble from behind her hand, "Yes ma'am!" Hooking your thumbs into the waistband of your boxers, you pull them down, toss them off the side of the bed and roll on top of her. Lining up your cock with her entrance, you shove forwards. Your head parts her nethers and plunges into her depths, she feels like molten silk.
After a few thrusts, you both fall into a rhythm. You plunge forward, she thrusts her hips up to meet you, you pull back and she slides her hips back. After several minutes you both become a mess of sweaty, thrusting, entangled bodies. The only sounds coming from you both are wet slaps of bodies colliding and hoarse moans. At a few points you lose track of where you end and Sunset begins. You're no longer two separate beings, but one soul making love to itself.
You start to feel that familiar churning and grunt out, "I'm getting close!"
Sunset digs her heels into your hips, pinning you to her. "Do it! Cum inside me! Mark me! Make me yours!"
You give a single titanic thrust, burying to the hilt in her. Your balls heave and spasm. You brace your hands on the headboard and Sunset grasps your back, nails digging in deep. You both cry out as you unleash rope after rope in her depths. Suddenly there's what feels like a bolt of lightning shoot up and down your spine. You look down at Sunset and look up at your own face through her eyes. You can feel her looking through your eyes down at herself. You hear her voice in your head. I didn't expect to fall in love. You hear your voice in her head. Me neither.
For several minutes you both stay locked in place as Sunset's quivering body stays latched onto you. A tear trickles down your cheek. You know on a deep level, deeper than anything you've ever known, deeper than even knowing your name is Arnold Amos, that not only is Sunset yours, but you're hers.
Finally Sunset's body goes limp and both of you slump onto one another. For several minutes you both lay there unmoving, bodies covered in sweat and the juices of both your love. Finally you get enough of your strength back and roll off of her.
After several minutes of both of you lying there catching your breath, Sunset speaks up. "Today wasn't a safe day after all."
You sit up in bed. "What?!" You shake your head to clear your thoughts. "But you said...fuck me! Whatever you decide to do, I'll support you, even if I don't like it."
Sunset sits up and places a hand on your shoulder. "Ponies don't have safe days."
"I--I don't understand."
Sunset takes your hands and places them on the sides of her head, then places her hands on the sides of your head. There is a feeling of static as your minds merge. You see yourself and Sunset mid-coitus.
I don't understand.
Keep watching, you will.
You watch as both of your flesh disappears. In their place are two beings of energy constantly merging and separating.
Keep watching, all will be clear soon.
The image zooms in tight and you watch as the two energy beings keep merging and separating.
Is that--
Our souls.
You watch as the two energy beings merge one last time. As they separate, you see each of the energy beings have a tiny piece splinter off of them. The two soul splinters merge and swirl and become one.
You blink your eyes as you find yourself sitting on the bed back in the motel room staring at Sunset. "D-does that mean?"
Sunset nods.
"When did you realize you were in love with me?"
"When I heard you talking to yourself in the bathroom. Only someone who has real compassion and respect for someone else would try to avoid taking advantage of them. That's when I knew. I suspected you felt the same, but I had to be sure."
"So how does it all work?" You point to her stomach.
"The rest is all biology and magic. After you came in me, I started to ovulate and my magic is pulling your seed into my womb so that it can form a body for our soul foal."
"And if we didn't both love each other?"
"Then over time my body would destroy your seed."
"I...uh..whew! That's a lot to take in."
A coy, sultry smile spreads across Sunset's lips. "You're telling me!"
You stare dumbfounded before realizing what she meant and your face suddenly feels hot.
Sunset shoves you onto your back and straddles your hips.
"So, you wanna try for twins?"
Sunset lets out a belly laugh and playfully swats your chest. "No, I'm still horny. We've got all night and all day tomorrow. Tomorrow evening when we got to the reunion, I want to be limping." She leans down and plants a sweltering kiss on your lips. "Just to let you know, alicorns get real crazy when we're pregnant."
"What's an alicorn?"
"You'll see soon enough."
***
The reunion started but you and Sunset wound up not going. Apparently Twilight, the pony princess, not the nerdy woman, had found out about you getting Sunset pregnant. She personally came through the portal to drag you both back to Equestria and held the magic pony version of a shotgun wedding.
You asked how Twilight knew and Sunset said that all alicorns share this weird vibe thing where they always seem to know where each other are and what they're doing. Now you know what an alicorn is, they're this weird half-god-half-mortal pony thing that embodies the literal element of whatever they represent. Plus there was something called a changeling who was part of a teacher exchange program who was in the next room, could feel our love and tattled to Twilight. Guess ponies don't have the equivalent of snitches get stitches.
Now you're a pony, which isn't all bad. Apparently you have wings and are called a pegasus, one of three pony races...subspecies?...tribes? But hey, your wings are close enough to hands that you can still do what you used to do with hands.
It's great that your wife is as insanely hot as a pony as she was as a human. She's also the co-ruler of Equestria and an alicorn to boot. All-in-all, life's pretty good.
Ground control, we have landed and made contact with a new lifeform.
Author's Note
I decided to write an Anon x Sunset clopfic where instead of him being named Anonymous, I wanted to give him a name that sounded a little bit like Anonymous if you say it really fast and slur your words a little bit.
Tell me what you think about the name Arnold Amos and how a pony and human could make a baby.
