Fluttershy and Anon: A Love Story

A light shines through the blinds and hits Anon right in the eyes. Rising from bed, he releases a large yawn, and feels Fluttershy’s warm body nuzzling against him. Just looking at her makes him sick to his stomach and fills him with hate. Pulling back his hand, Anon cracks her across the face waking her up like he normally does when she oversleeps. “Wake up you lazy bitch, I’m starving. Go make me some fucking breakfast.”

Fluttershy snaps awake and rubs her red cheek in pain and tries to not look him in the eyes for fear of more physical abuse. “I’m sorry I slept to long Anon. It won’t happen tomorrow.” Coughing up some phlegm he says in a gruff voice, “You’re damn right it won’t.” Kicking her in the ribs, she collapses out of bed and lands on her back with a thud “Hurry up, I don’t have all day. Some people have to work around her,” guilting her into doing his bidding.

Holding back a few tears, she sluggishly and sullenly creeps down the stairs. 20 minutes later, Anon walks down the steps scratching his sack. His nose is assaulted by the sweetness of the fresh warm bread and sizzling salted meats. Fluttershy can feel his eyes glower her back, sending a chill down her spine. “What smells so good? I know it aint your dumb smelly ass. Do you ever take a bath anymore after playing with your fucking animals?”

Changing the subject she adopts an even more caring tone and facial expression, “Oh good morning sweetie, I made you the most wonderful breakfast this morning. Eggs, toast and ham. Remember when I made this for you on our first Hearts and Hooves day?”

Scanning the room for something, anything, to complain about Anon says, “Well where is my coffee?” Fear starts to swell up inside her. This is not a good morning, not a good morning at all. “I… I was so busy making your food, I must have forgotten. I’ll make some now,” quickly rushing towards the coffee pot when Anon interrupts her.

“Don’t even worry about it now; I’m going to be late because of your mistake. Thanks for nothing.” He said casually as though it was her fault that he woke up late for work and not his own. Anon wasn’t normally this mean in the morning but he must be having a bad day she thought. Fluttershy gave him the benefit of the doubt. “I’ll put it in a bag for you while you get ready for work, if you want.” Without saying a word he stomped up the stairs.

Fluttershy sighed with relief, knowing she won’t get hit again, at least this morning. She thought, maybe Anon will love her like he used to. The only thing she ever wanted in the world was for someone to love her. One day she hopes everything will go back to the way it was when they first got married. Back when Anon cared for her and treated her like the only pony in the world.

She could still remember the first time they met. That was when he found a yellow chickadee with a broken wing and brought it too her to heal its wounds, back when he cared about animals, back when he cared about Fluttershy. He wanted to make it up to her so he took her to dinner at the fanciest restaurant in Canterlot. Anon even said her evening dress brought out her brilliant aquamarine eyes and she was the most beautiful pony not in Canterlot but in all of Equestria.

Walking out the door he ignores Fluttershy’s normal hug and kiss which she tries to gives him every morning. He even left his breakfast on the table. “I guess he wasn’t that hungry after all.” She was all choked up and a single wet tear ran down her precious face. After all the trouble she went through getting eggs from her coup, buying bread from bakery, and even buying some pork from the griffon butcher on the far side of town. It was nothing new for her, she felt heartbroken because of his rude, ignorant actions. Fluttershy couldn't forget that deep down, in that depressed husk of that man, lied her true lover but each day it kept getting harder to be a loving wife.

She went about her daily routine of chores until her hubby comes back home. The house was always spotless but she cleaned it again and again to keep her mind from wandering because she always would start crying when that happened. So, she began her daily household tasks of cleaning up the kitchen, washing the dishes, sweeping, mopping, dusting, making their bed… the same bed that they haven’t made love in for years.

They didn’t make love anymore, it was sex. It was only when Anon came back from the bar late at night, never telling her where he was but she knew. He always reeked of cheap alcohol and was more abusive than usual. He would grab her by the throat and put her against a wall, screaming obscenities and spitting every other word, her innocent face unfazed. Fluttershy’s problem was she could never say no, especially to Anon.

After Fluttershy completed her tasks she finally sat down to relax and tried reflecting on her life. They had a storybook marriage even though all her friends told her not marry a human. She couldn’t fight her feelings of love for him; he was a bad boy with a heart of gold, her perfect man. Anon use to take her to dinners, hold her hoof, and shower her with affection.

Anon even fought that dark skinned minotaur who slapped her plot at the Ponyville market. He was hospitalized with more broken bones then unbroken ones, suffered massive internal hemorrhaging, and was declared dead twice. Flutershy never left his side at the hospital, how could she when Anon fought for her even though he knew he would lose? It wasn’t about winning for him, it never was. It was about standing up for his woman no matter if it meant his own life.