Dr. Anonymous or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Dash

“Finished!” Rainbow Dash said as she pulled her frosting covered face up from the plate, shooting Anon a shit eating grin. Eyes widened Anon turned towards her. “That’s not fair! Half of the cake is on your face. That’s not fair!” Licking her chops and laughing, “Quit being such a sore loser. I always win and you know why?” Feeling ashamed to lose to such a pint size braggart he simply stated “because you cheat?” Pulling her hoof to her mouth she released a tiny burp. “No it’s because I’m so awesome!”

There was something about the way her little tummy jiggled when she giggled. “At least your appetite is healthy,” he said snapping back to reality. She changed her gaze back down towards her plate “I don’t think I’ll be able to fly soon though.” Rubbing her sore wings Rainbow said, “My body is still pretty sore from that fall.” Inching closer her put an arm around her and pulled her in for a hug while she rubbed her muzzle against his chest.

“If you can heal half as fast as you eat, you’ll be able to fly tomorrow” Anon said half-jokingly. “Hey, I just haven’t been able to exercise for the past couple of days, I’m not fat. I’m big boned.” Rainbow said trying to save face. “That’s what they all say.” He replied poking her in the belly when a tiny shockwave rippled through her plump flesh. “Hey buddy, hands of the merchandise” she said playfully punching Anon in the shoulder.

Walking the dishes back to the kitchen, Anon kept replaying in his mind how hypnotic Dash’s gut was. How soft it was to the touch and the way it vibrated when he poked her. It caused a stirring in his loins just thinking about it. How could even think of an alien this way? He always thought it wasn’t right for humans and other species to have intercourse. This was wrong on so many levels.

A voice came from his living room “Hey do you have anything else to eat, I’m starving.” Rainbow shouted. He brought his palm to his face and thought how foolish it was to only give her one piece of cake, she hadn’t eaten in days. He knew as much about horse cuisine as he did alien cuisine so he started grabbing food at random to see what she liked. Being a marijuana enthusiast meant he always had snacks on hand. He started by grabbing the rest of the cake, a family sized bag of cool ranch Doritos, a bowl of Trix, and some cold General Tso’s chicken with half the rice left and headed back to the living room.

Anon’s arms were so full he could barely move. Kneeling down Dash took each item off and set them down on the coffee table. Her pupils dilated at the sight of the meal in front of her and she started dribbling. “I can have all of this?” she said, sounding like a child on Christmas day. It wasn’t his plan to let her eat everything, although he didn’t want to disappoint the poor creature. Plus, it would be interesting to see her try to eat the whole thing and fail. “Uhh yeah, that’s ok with me.”