Dizzy does not mean dizzy
Day 173 since Anon cam... ARRIVED in Equestria. All your friends thought you were shy before, but now? Now, you don't leave the house if you don't absolutely have to. Every time Anon makes physical contact with you at all, even a bump of his elbow against your leg, you... um... well, you need to go home right away. Sometimes, it's almost like he touches you on purpose... as if he knows and gets some kind of enjoyment out of watching you embarrass yourself, but you don't think he's that mean. Unfortunately, it's one of those days when you have to go into town to buy a few things. You're almost done and ready to turn tail and run when you hear a voice. "Howdy there, Fluttershy!"
Ooh, darn. You can't just ignore her. That would be rude. You turn to face her. "Oh, um, hello Applejack."
"Y'know Pinkie was startin' to wonder if maybe you'd been eaten by a manticore or somethin'. We hardly ever see ya anymore."
"I'm sorry, I just-"
"Oh, hey there Apples and Apple Accessories! And look, Yellowquiet shows her face as well!"
You shudder. Oh no... He's HERE. "Hello Anonymous," you mumble under your breath.
Anon slings an arm over Applejack's shoulder. "How's my favorite incestuous farmer doing?"
"Heh heh... there ya go usin' fancy words again. You sure you ain't been taking lessons from Twilight?"
"Nope." He grins at you. "How're you doin', FluttButt?"
You blush. "Fine, thank you. I'm afraid I need to get going though."
He lets go of Applejack, stands up, and frowns. "Aw, that's too bad." He leans over toward you and reaches forward to pat you on the head.
Oh no... Oh, please no. Not now... not in front of all these ponies...
His fingertips brush against your mane, and you quiver, making a small puddle on the ground beneath you. Fucking Anonymous.
You stand there, legs getting weak as the scent of your juices wafts up into the air. You're certain everyp0ny in the area knows what you just did, and you're so embarrassed you want to die.
Anon smiles. "What's wrong, Shy?"
You start to tear up and take off before anyp0ny makes eye contact, galloping as best you can toward your cottage. You dry in the breeze as you run, leaving a sticky, matted mess beneath your tail. It's only when you actually slam the door behind you and slump to the floor that you realize you left your bags in town. You must have set them down when Applejack called you over. So now you're alone, sticky, smelly, everyp0ny in town knows how dirty you are, and you still have to muster up the courage to go back again soon. Flank pressed into the unforgiving corner of door and floor, you let your body fall completely, landing on your chin. It hurts, but you don't care. You just cry.
Why does Anon have to be so... so...
"Fluttershy? Are you in there?"
"No! I'm not home! Go away!"
The doorknob jiggles, but your fat butt holds the door shut.
"Please... I want to talk to you. I'm... I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to upset you. I know I can be kindof oblivious and maybe sometimes a pretty creepy guy, but I'm not an asshole. If me touching you is really that upsetting, then I promise I won't do it anymore."
You sniffle a little, then slowly stand up and turn around. You pull the door open and face him, eyes still glistening with tears. "Do you mean it?"
He looks genuinely worried. "Of course. I just... want to be close to you, and physical signals are the only way I really know how to express that. But if you're not okay with that... if I creep you out or whatever, then I'll leave you alone. I just hope we can still be friends."
Wow... you were sure he knew. How could he NOT? At the very least, doesn't his nose work? "It's not that, Anon. But if you could, um, keep a little distance, I'd be very grateful."
"Can do, captain." He salutes you, then starts to pivot on his foot, when a screeching shout comes flying out of the sky.
"THIS IS FOR YESTERDAY!"
And he's be bowled over by a blue streak. He sails backwards into you, and your body goes numb for a moment as you hit the floor before your nethers twitch madly and you gush hot, sweet fluids all over, splashing up and coating your backside.
Rainbow Dash quickly hops to her rear hooves and mocks boxing motions toward the crumpled heap of Anon's body a few feet away. "You wanna go again, tough guy? Or have you learned your lesson about cheating at drunk chess?"
"I've learned," he rasps, clutching his ribs. "I was just... just leaving."
"Good!" she says, dusting her hooves and stepping to you to help you up. "You okay?"
You nod meekly, head still spinning from your last orgasm. She pulls you to your hooves and eyes you quickly. "What's Anon been doing to you? Why are you all sticky?"
You blush. Does Rainbow Dash not know? How could she NOT?
"I was just apologizing to her for being a bit of a creep."
She frowns at him. "Really? Why you gotta be creepin' on my best friend? You know I can service you anytime, day or night."
Your wings pop up and your eyes widen.
"Oh, are you actually interested in the hot monkey dick? I mean, I know you love animals and all, but-"
You vehemently shake your head and fail to hide your increasingly deep blush and throbbing wings. "No, Rainbow Dash! You have it all wrong!"
"Anon, maybe just creeping on her wasn't enough, eh?"
You shake your head so fast you start to worry it'll fall off. "Nononononono! Please, please no!" You can feel yourself getting wet. A trickle of juice runs down your leg.
"Aww, why not? You don't have to go all the way, you know. You can just like, make out a little or whatever.
"No I can't!"
"Sure you can, hay, don't you remember that one time at flight camp when we-"
"That's not what I mean! I mean Anon and I... we can't... he can't... no!"
She arches an eyebrow and looks toward Anon. He shrugs. "Why not? What's so special about Anon?"
"Hey!"
"Relax, lovemuffin, I know you're awesome."
You start to lose the ability to distinguish between your panic and your arousal. The two feelings both elevate your heartrate and make it harder to breathe. "I just... if Anon..." You trail off, mumbling a few unintelligible syllables well below the hearing threshold of any creature in the room.
"You're gonna have to do better than that!"
Oh goodness... What would your friends do? Rainbow Dash would... apparently go for it, so that's no good... Twilight would either want to experiment or find a book about it... Rarity would be a little whore. Pinkie would... you know, you actually know nothing about her love life. And you think you'd prefer to keep it that way. What about Applejack?
Of course! Honesty is the best policy! Now the only problem is... how can you actually say it? ...
It'll have to be like ripping off a bandaid. Deep breath. Ready? "EverytimeAnontouchesmeIcome!" Anon blinks. *meep*
Dash stares at you for a few seconds. "...Really?"
You clench your eyes shut, blush, and nod.
"But back in flight camp, you always loved... wait a minute... Fluttershy, has Anon ever touched you at his house?"
You shake your head.
"What about here, besides just now?"
You shake it again.
"Is THAT the problem, then? You're embarrassed about coming in public?"
You nod, and after several seconds of silence you peel open one eye to find Anonymous kneeling right in front of you.
He looks into your eyes. "Is it okay if I touch you now? Here?"
You shiver through a weak breath. And then you nod.
Anon presses a finger into the joint where your left wing meets your body, holding it there for several seconds.
The wing twitches and spasms out of control. You bite your lip, trying not to cry out in ecstasy. Your whole body is coated in a fine sheen of sweat, and the thick smell of your excitement hangs in the air.
Anon's pants bulge, and Rainbow Dash reaches over to undo the button. A very strange and exotic member flops out, not quite as huge as Big Macintosh (not that you'd know or anything...), but easily dwarfing the average Ponyvillean. It stands erect, and Dash eyes it hungrily.
You've never been in a three-way before, much less with somep0ny who can master you so completely with so little effort...
Anon holds up a hand. "Wait. Shouldn't we move this to the bed?"
"Yeah, definitely." Dash reaches between her rear legs and scoops a dollop of moisture onto her hoof. She presses it toward Anon's mouth, and he licks it with a smile. "I'll be waiting," she says before slowly trotting away, swaying her hips with every step and winking uncontrollably.
Anon grins at you and you tremble. Before you can react, he reaches down and picks you up in his big, strong arms. He takes large strides toward the bed and reaches it quickly, but not quickly enough. You moan and convulse in his arms, leaving a slick patch of skin where your quivering marehood made contact with him. Any touch at all could send you over the edge, but this gentle contact in a new, more intimate space left you breathless. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself on the bed in a cold sweat.
Anon's eyelids lower as he climbs over the edge of the bed and you notice Dash next to you. She glances down at your heaving form. "You okay?"
You spend a moment panting and not answering.
"How about we give you a little break, then?" She looks back to Anon. "YOU on the other hoof, need to step your game up. Do you even lift?"
Anon smirks and grabs Dash roughly by the bases of her wings, lifting her into the air. He lies on his back next to you and positions Dash's entrance over his throbbing erection so that the head is just brushing against her opening. And then he drops her.
She throws her head back and groans before she starts grinding her hips furiously against Anon's pelvis.
Without thinking, you stare into the point where their flesh meets, tuning your ears to the wet sloshing sounds and lower a hoof between your legs. You rub. Hard.
Anon lets out occasional grunts, and each time he does you dig your hoof deeper into your desire. Dash is slowly arching her back more and more, every groan a little louder than the last. Just as it seems that you're about to come again, right on time with Dash (you'd recognize her signs anyday), she stops and slowly lifts herself up until Anon's slick member pops out, glistening in the air with her fresh juices.
She leans forward, bringing her chest against Anon's and her face next to his, kissing him on the cheek and whispering something into his ear. Anon's face lights up and he positions himself in as if he's about to enter you.
You shudder in anticipation, but then are surprised to feel Dash's hooves maneuvering you. She places you low over the bed, on all fours, but bent down so that you're nearly lying. She's lying on her back, wedged into the small space beneath you and the bed, with her face mere inches from yours.
"Dash? What are we-"
She presses a hoof to your lips, then withdraws it and kisses you. Memories come flooding back, and an old passion is rekindled. Somehow, you get even wetter than you already were. And then you hear a strange buzzing sound.
You start to turn your head, but Dash grabs you and forces her tongue into your mouth again. At the same time, a foreign presence is thrust into you, vibrating faster than anything you'd ever felt before. Judging by the sharp gasp Dash let out, she just had a similar experience. Her hips buck up slightly, and your most sensitive spot collides with Dash's lovely button, just like all those years ago. You let your legs relax just a bit, allowing gravity to press the two of you together in bliss. Everything is perfect, and you can't imagine a better feeling in the entire world.
Until with the force of a hurricane your wings seize and your legs tense and your marehood spasms as you climax harder than you ever thought possible. Anon has thrust himself between you and Dash, brushing against the both of you, bringing her to infinity - and you well beyond.
A torrent of liquid gushes out of the both of you, but Anon pulls back and slams forward again, settling into a rapid pattern and utterly destroying you. Your mind falls apart, and there is nothing but this pleasure until finally, after what feels like hours, his member twitches and slings thick globs of his seed out onto you and Dash's stomachs. He withdraws and falls over, somehow exhausted from his minor nirvana. You aren't sure whether or not you're breathing. You close your eyes and smile.
Fucking Anonymous, huh? Today was a good day.
