It's been a total of one-hundred days, sixteen hours, fifteen minutes, and thirty six seconds since the monster known as Anonymous appeared in Equestria. He came from the Everfree Forrest outside of your hometown of Ponyville. You believe he had been spawned by the Everfree itself. You’ve come to know that accursed place has brought more bad than good.
First those Parasprites that ate all of your stock, and of course that scary zebra Zecora. Now it's this thing that calls itself “human.” You will never feel truly safe unless that forest is burned to the ground. You still remember the first day he came into town. He was as tall as a Minotaur though he wasn’t as defined as one. In fact he seemed malnourished, and not a single patch of fur could be found along him other than what was seen upon his head.
His hair was of the darkest night, and his mischievous green eyes could be confused for the emeralds on Rarity's dresses. You remember the first day clearly; just so happened to be picking flowers near the edge of the Everfree when he suddenly came stomping out of the forest.
His bright eyes seemed to bore through your very being. When you looked upon him you froze in sheer horror. No matter how close he got to you, your body refused to turn tail and run. You began to shiver when he knelt down to your level. His gaze showed confusion rather than hunger or malic. He spoke in a soft, almost alluring voice. It nearly caused you to drop your guard.
“Hello, and just what are you?" you recollect him asking. You also recall your response; your body finally began to work. When it did you screamed at the top of your lungs and shouted "Monster!" before taking off in the direction of town.
Every pony in town looked upon you with worry, but you couldn't stop to face any of them. The only thing you could do was put as much distance in between you and him as you could muster. You ran all the way back to your florist shop and didn't leave for the rest of the day. You recall spending three days shivering with fright under the protection of your bed's cotton soft blankets.
It wasn't until your sister Daisy's reassuring voice graced your ears did you try to leave your home. She told you that even though the human known as Anonymous was to stay in Ponyville, you shouldn't have to worry. She told you that he was about as threatening as a barrel of puppies, and boy did you love puppies. But he isn't a puppy, so that analogy did little to dispel your fear.
Regardless you had to do something. You hadn't opened your shop in so long, and you really needed a bath. Even though you feared that monster could burst through your shop's doors at any moment you still had a reputation to uphold. Thankfully Daisy and your other sister Lily were kind enough to keep your flowers in prime condition while you were busy being you. After you got yourself ready you started your day as you normally did.
While performing your tasks your fear addled mind still fell upon him. The thought of a monster roaming free in Ponyville kept you on edge. You ran your shop to the best of your ability and to your gracious luck that thing never entered your shop.
You considered it nothing more than luck that he didn't come in and gobble you up. As the days wore on your nerves began to calm. The nightmares started to fade and finally, after a week, you stopped being afraid of opening your store.
It wasn't until you needed to pick more flowers did your worry creep up on you. Sure your customers would speak of Anonymous, and the good deeds he's done around town, but they couldn't throw the wool over your eyes.
Anonymous was a creature not from this planet, for all you knew he could be luring every pony into a false sense of security. What if he was only pretending to be nice just so he could get a pony alone and eat them?
You shivered at the thought as you remembered trotting around various stalls throughout Ponyville's Marketplace. As you browsed the numerous imported flowers from around the nation you couldn't help but see... him.
Out of the corner of your eye you saw his hulking form move among the ponies. Like you he was looking through stalls for his own supplies. At first you were frightened; so much so that you hid from sight and spied upon him. You watched Anonymous with scrutiny as he picked through produce he deemed worthy of him. You spent the entire day just watching him, waiting for him to snap and attack or to damage something.
Neither came and you started thinking that maybe, just maybe he wasn't as much of a monster as you thought he was. That thought went out the window when he purchased meat from a griffin vendor. When Anonymous put the meat into his pack you remembered screaming out the word "Murderer," from behind the barrel you were hiding behind.
You realized your mistake when Anonymous turned to you and started approaching. Like before you froze with terror, unable to move. When he drew closer a filly just happened to miss her catch. A ball rolled into his path.
"Hey listen I'm not a—," was all Anon could say before the most terrifying moment of your life occurred. That’s when he stepped upon that loose ball. It caused him to lose his balance, and he fell towards you.
You let out a high pitched shriek when he fell down on top of you. You scrambled from beneath him, trying to rid yourself of the weight now crushing you. His racing heartbeat, his scent, his grunt and groaning as he picked himself up...
All of it frightened you to no end. It was as if a predator had finally managed to pin you to the ground. When he got to his hands and knees you tried to use the gap you had to escape but he positioned himself so he could keep you from moving.
You struggled to break free but his hold was to strong. You could hear him trying to get your attention, but you were too busy trying to escape. You scrambled around as hard as you could but his grip wouldn't let up.
When Anonymous shouted to get your attention you froze yet again. This time you looked into his eyes, big mistake. You remember gasping in terror and shaking like a leaf as he spoke.
“Will you stop squirming around and listen?!" you could only nod meekly. As he began to explain to you that your thoughts and fears were misplaced you couldn't help but focus upon what you were looking at rather than what was being said.
His pearly white canines as they shone in the morning sun. His now toned muscles as he flexed in order to keep his grip upon you, his reprimanding glare that seemed to pierce your very soul. You really believed yourself to be his prey. You were too weak to move, leaving you completely at his mercy.
Your breathing began to quicken, and you pulse did in turn as various possibilities played in your mind. He could bite you, he could claw you, and he could turn you into his next meal...
Anonymous could even take advantage of you if he so wanted. You wouldn't be able to do anything about it. The more you thought about it the more your fear began to melt away into... into something else. You couldn't explain it, but soon whatever fear you felt began to disappear only to be replaced with curiosity.
Just what could a human do to a pony? Would he go for the neck or would he go for your exposed tummy? Would he trail his long, wet tongue along you for a taste or would he nibble? Does he play with his food before he eats it? Does that mean he'd tear into your flesh with his long, slender fingers before greedily chomping down on what lay within you?
Or would his hands, teeth, and tongue serve another purpose? You could feel your body heating up at the new thoughts now working their way through your mind. You began to notice a few other things as well... How his body warmed you, how minty his breath seemed to tickle your snout, and how his chest rose and fell with each breath he took. His voice finally broke the trance you'd gone into.
“So are you going to stop this or what?" he asked. You had totally blocked out everything he was saying so all you could do was nod and hope that was the answer he was looking for. He seemed to smile before getting off of you.
You scrambled to your hooves, and then to your surprise he began to help you collect the items that flew from your bags when he fell on top of you. When everything was collected and with an apology he left you to finish your errands. When he faded from sight the thought of him still lingered.
The more you thought of him the more the heat within you intensified. You found it hard to keep your mind on the task at hand. As you purchased what you needed you couldn't help but notice a few stallions sniffing the air as you trotted past. Though the thought as to what they could smell faded.
That thought was replaced with the visions of possibilities of what Anonymous could do to you if given the chance. The heat that had been building within you started to take a journey south. You felt an itch that desperately needed to be scratched. Unknown to you, your face had become flushed; your cheeks were many shades lighter than your coat.
When you were within the safety of your shop, and when you finally set down your saddlebags you made your way to your room. It wasn't until you heard something drip down onto your hardwood floors did you finally stop and turn. You wanted to know just what was dripping, then the smell hits you, the smell of roses...
Shock and embarrassment ran through you as you realized those stallions at the market were taking in your scent. You were soaked and it was all because of him... the monster. When you thought of him your 'special' flower began to ache, longing for the creature to return, and to ravage you like the prey that you were. You are Rose the Pony... and you have a problem...
It wasn't long until the human started visiting you. It turns out he had a soft spot for flowers just like you did. Once a week he'd stop by just so he could spend a few bits and get some of your roses. There would be small talk. You'd ask each other how your day was faring. How things were, subjects of that nature. But it'd never be more than that.
However, the more he came around, the more prominent your fantasies would become. You would find yourself watching him as he browsed your wares. More than once you’d find yourself enticed by his gaze.
The way his bright emerald eyes would be if they glared upon you with primal hunger excited you to no end. And those luminescent orbs would be the last thing you'd see before you drift off to sleep at night. And in your dreams your fantasies would come to life as he chased you throughout the pastel colored world that is your subconscious.
Anonymous would catch you; your breath would hitch as he took in your scent. You swear you could feel his canines when they bore into the back of your neck to keep you from moving. The sensations would be too much. It was ecstasy in its purest form. Then you’d yelp in pain and bliss as he forcibly lifted your tail and entered you without a word.
Your dreams would always end there. The feeling of dissatisfaction hung about like stagnant air. You would end up waking to a frightened shriek and soaked sheets. Needless to say Anonymous continued his pattern of visiting you once a week and keeping yourself in check was becoming harder.
Before you knew it, you started to act out some of your fantasies. Against your better judgment you started to do unspeakable and inappropriate things. But it wasn't your fault, it was his! The way he'd inhale the scent of your flowers, it drove you wild with desire.
You wanted him to smell you instead of them, so you started a little white lie. You hid Anonymous' favorite flower the day he'd stop by. When he came in he would inquire as to where your red roses could have gone to. You'd tell him that you were making arrangements with them in the back.
"You're my number one customer," you'd say, "I just have to do something extra for you." You smiled as you told him, and did so in turn. After that you made him some coffee and you'd give him a bagel. With Anonymous sated with his morning meal you'd slink into the back.
Your work would start in the greenhouse in the back of your home. It’s where your roses would be. You could recall all the times your body would shake with anticipation as you grabbed a few and placed them upon the floor.
Just from being in his presence your lips would start to moisten with want, no with need of him. When your scent began to permeate you took your position. With your hindquarters above your rosebuds you began to 'arrange' them just for Anon.
It’d always start with soft, smooth, circular strokes along your narrow opening. A quiet gasp would leave your maw every time your hoof just so happened to trail along your hardened pearl. An electric shock would travel your body with each little flick, causing you to shiver with want.
You could hear your aching need as it dripped upon your roses. Your nether would clench at the thought of Anon catching you only fueled your yearning for him. In turn your hoof would rub faster, and your quiet gasps would rise in volume until they were moans of a mare in the throes of delight.
The heat within your body would be excruciating at your point. There would be no sound other than the beating of your heart as your hoof vigorously rubbed faster and faster. Your inner walls would clench one final time upon a member that wasn't there, and then your release would erupt in a steady stream which would coat the roses you prepared.
You rode out wave upon wave of orgasm with a goofy grin, and with your tongue lolling out of your mouth. Panting like you’ve just ran a marathon, exhaustion would overtake you. It caused your legs would shake uncontrollably and your muscles would spasm. The muscles in your face would be plastered in a near permanent state of bliss, and then you'd sigh in satisfaction.
But there'd always be that want, the craving to be filled by Anon. So despite your gratification of what you've done there would be an aching feeling emerging from within. Just how long could you keep this up? How long before you yourself become such a slave to your desires that you tell Anon everything in hopes of him reciprocating your feelings.
Just once you'd like him to bite you, to pin you. That feeling of helplessness from it, it'd be too much for your perverse mind. Your grin widens as you think about it in further detail. It isn't until you realize you've wasted too much time with idle thoughts do you remember that Anonymous is waiting patiently on you. You rush to throw them together for him.
When the roses dried and when you have dried in turn, you would walk back into the front on your hind hooves carrying your creation, your artistic perversion, upon a tray. Anonymous would be delighted to see your work, not knowing of the dark deeds you've done just a few minutes prior. You would set your arrangement upon the table in which he was sitting at.
Then he’d sniff them, he’d intake your scent deeply. Watching him nearly drove you insane. You were thinking that was it. That he's going to remember your smell, he’d lose control, then he’d come for you. He'll hunt you, and there'll be nowhere for you to run. But nothing would come of it. He'd smell your flowers; compliment your work, and then thank you. After that he'd pay, and then he'd leave. Your disappointment was astounding to say the least.
You're a patient mare though, you'll wait. Every time he comes in you'll do the same thing with your roses, and you'll arrange them in different ways. But there will come a day where you'll show him just how you perform your artistic projects…
Weeks turn into months and your routine remains the same. You would spend your week doing nothing more than menial tasks. Maybe you'd visit one of your sisters, or maybe you would trot about the town. But when that fateful day came, the one you were eager for, your passion, your emotion, everything that was you would emerge; both the good and the bad.
You've since started becoming a bit more flirtatious with Anonymous. There were times you'd walk together through your greenhouse to marvel at the plants you've grown. That would follow an innocent act of you brushing your tail against his crotch more times than you'd dare to count.
Sometimes you'd "drop" a few objects like your tray or a pot, and you'd bend over to clean it. You would "accidentally" present yourself to him while cleaning. You were sure your flanks would be facing him as you cleaned the mess. Your excitement was palpable; while your head was turned away from him you'd smile excitedly.
You thought that maybe he'll lose himself to his primal needs. You would drool at the thought of him bending down and making you his property, or to be his meal. That excited you to a great degree; especially when the monster in question was not but a few feet away.
But it'd never come. You'd turn back to see him looking the other way, or clearing his throat nervously. You know he knew that you were revealing yourself to him, but the way he was raised back on Earth stopped him from succumbing to his wants.
It angered you to an greatly. You had the urge to shout, "Rut me! Make me a mess! Tear into me! Ruin me!" But you couldn't, you wouldn't. You would wait for him to come to you. After your little tours you'd bring him back to the front, you'd give him a small meal, and then you'd go back into your greenhouse and perform your deed with greater enthusiasm than before.
Your moans would echo throughout your greenhouse, and you prayed to Celestia that Anon would hear you, and he never did! More days would pass and you'd find your anger steady boiling. Why wasn't he going with your advances? How come he seemed against being around you for long periods of time? Was he toying with you? Did he have no interest in you? What nerve! How dare he find you to be anything less than top grade prey! You found yourself throwing your pots around your green house.
You would stomp upon a few of your flowers in your rage. He would have you! No stallion, nor griffin, nor Minotaur would do it. It had to be Anon or nothing at all; same for him. There would be no other mare. You've seen how Twilight Sparkle looks at him. How Lyra stalks his every move, even your own sister Daisy has made a pass at what's supposed to be your predator! You will not have it!
So, you've invited him over to your flower shop today for a very special get together. Today after a light meal you're going to tell him everything, and you're going to show him just how you prepare the roses he loves so much. After that he'll have no other choice but to give you what you long for. You cannot picture any other possibility.
As of now you sit across from him with a smile on your face. You occasionally sip upon your green tea while Anon enjoys the blueberry muffins you've prepared.
“These are delicious Rose." Anon says joy as he wipes away the crumbs with a napkin. He always loved the food you prepared. Sure you're not Pinkie Pie, but its special in its own way.
“Thank you Anonymous." you say in return as you watch him feast upon your meal. What you wouldn't give to be those muffins right about now, yeah you know that's not normal at all.
The meal is finished in relative silence. Occasionally the two of you swap stories about your week and how things were faring between the two of you. A repetitive pattern that you were about to break. Your breathing was already starting to quicken. It was like every other week, and you intend to change that. A single question tossed into the air would be all that would take to change his opinion of you forever...
“So Anonymous?" you ask, still uncertain as to whether or not you'll go through with showing him. He finishes his tea before answering.
“Yes Rose?" His eyes have that curious little spark of life you yearn for. It takes everything not to get out of the booth and present yourself right now.
"Would you like to watch me work?" You grin nervously. Your mind is begging for him to say yes.
“Actually," he starts. You lean in, focused upon every word. "All of your arrangements look like they're done by a professional. I'd be honored to see you work." He finishes with an excited grin.
Your eyes widen with surprise, he said yes. You just want to shout with joy. You wish to bounce around the front room, but you maintain your composure and get out of your chair.
"Follow me." As you lead him from your store to your greenhouse you can feel yourself becoming nervous. Are you really going to show him just what kind of scent he's been sniffing? Yes, yes you are.
Your nervousness gives way to excitement. You can feel your grin widening as thoughts of what you're about to do invade your mind. You can feel your inner walls start to contract with want. Your aching is about to be taken care of, your itch is going to be scratched. He's going to be just as you imagined him! This feral beast is going to have you as his next meal, and you can't wait until he does.
As the two of you step into your work area Anonymous finds two dozen roses set within a circle. Their buds are facing inwards. There's a small, open area just large enough for a pony to stand in.
“Rose, why are your flowers in the floor?" he asks, uncertain as to what your methods could be. You turn around and flash him an innocent smile.
“Anonymous, like I said before, you're my number one customer. I have to make your flowers special or else what would be the point?" Your eyes go half lidded as you raise your tail to Anonymous.
As you carefully tread around your roses his eyes grow wide with understanding. Your heart beats like a snare in your chest. You can feel your cheeks become red with heat as you stand within the center of your fallen roses.
You swear you can tell his eyes are boring into your back. The knowledge of him watching is more than enough to get your delicate little flower flowing with anticipation. He gasps as you let yourself flow onto your roses. You turn to watch him; he makes no move to leave. That's a good sign right? But the way he's watching, it's not of curiosity, nor is it one of excitement.
He's thoroughly and utterly confused. You never took into consideration just how abnormal it is to masturbate over flowers. Oh well, you're more than willing to educate him.
"O-only the b-best for you." you stutter as your hoof begins to trail along your slit. You gasp when it reaches the sweet spot you love to abuse. You find it hard to keep your voice down, especially since the one you'd be muffling it from is watching...
Your entire being begins to shake as your hoof foregoes any sense of subtlety. Instead of the slow build up you were used to going through you furiously rubs along your slit. When you find your sweet spot again you attack it as a predator would attack its prey: quick, furious, and without any mercy.
When a minute passes you allow the feelings of pleasure build up to the breaking point. Your body starts to shake violently; sweat starts to drip down your cheeks. Your eyes have become locked with his when he finds himself frozen in place. Then with a loud cry of bliss you release.
Your body spams with each wave that comes to you, until finally you're spent. You collapse upon the ground in a love soaked heap. You're panting heavily from the labor your body has just endured through.
It takes a moment for your heart to stop pounding in your chest. You turn your head to find Anonymous standing in the same spot as before. He hasn't left and he isn't looking upon you with disgust.
You freeze as you watch him walk over to you. Then he kneels down and bends over. Your eyes widen as Anonymous takes a long, deep whiff of your scent. He flashes you a smile, your eyes are focused upon his pointed canines. Then he laughs, when it dies down he speaks.
“You know, this is by far the most messed up thing I've ever seen." Your ears droop and your eyes gaze upon the floor rather than him. That is until you feel his fingers trail along your fur and across your cutie mark. They dig into your flank, and you let out a quiet gasp.
Your widened eyes look into his again. There it is, that spark in his orbs. That look that you've dreamed of for so long; it's maddening. You feel fear overcome you as his fingers grab hold of your fur.
"But it'd be a lie if I said I didn't like watching every bit of it." you yelp as he pulls you over, just like that day in the market place he's looming over you. He has you pinned, and you've never felt such fear, such excitement. Your adrenaline is pumping though your veins and your eyes lower until they come across a bulge being held back by his pants.
He wastes no time in unzipping and removing his jeans. His boxers come next. Your pupils dilate as they gaze upon his erect member. You study it; the way it curves, the veins, the redness of the head, and the eager way in which it twitches. You feel yourself being drawn to it.
Though it lacks the size of a stallion its appearance seems to befit you better than those of your own kind. You watch it closely, with each little breath your cause it to twitch. You can feel your jaw growing slack as the physical need to taste him overtakes your consciousness.
You lean in to take it into your eagerly awaiting mouth, but before you can Anon grabs hold of your mane, keeping you from your prize. He pulls your head back and then presses it into the floor where you've just done your deed. His other hand scoops under your tummy, and then he raises your lower half while keeping your upper half pinned. You feel like a dog ready to be mounted.
You can feel his hot breath as he breathes into your ear. "I have to warn your Rose. I can be a little rough." You don't know whether to feel scared for your life or excited beyond belief. Regardless your tail moves out of the way for him. You hold your breath in anticipation when a single, slender finger slides along your opening.
When his it presses against your pearl it feels as if a bolt of lightning has shot up your spine and into your brain. Your body shivers under his touch, and when you feel the tip of his member run along your lips you clench your jaw, and shut your eyes tight.
When the tip enters your velvet walls encase it, almost hugging it as he slides into you inch, by agonizing inch. When he hilts you let out a low, elongated groan of bliss. You've never felt so full before. A smile creeps upon your lips as Anon starts to thrust. The first few are soft, almost as if he's gauging just how deep he can go, but then his warning comes to light. You feel him pull out of you until a small portion of the tip remains in your entrance.
Suddenly he thrusts his hips forward and buries himself within you. Pain shoots through your hips and up your lower back. You yelp from the sensation. Anonymous repeats this pattern again, and again. Each jolt of discomfort causes your walls to wrap tighter around him. You can hear him growl as his thrusts begin to pick up speed and ferocity.
It doesn't take long for the pain to be blended into pleasure. This is what you crave, his growling only causes fear to creep throughout your very being; chilling you to the core. Yet, you can’t get enough of this. You’re addicted to this feeling, and your body has gone far too long without it.
As he thrusts, as he growls and bites, a culmination of agony from the force he exerts, the anger at how long it's taken to get to this point, the fear of a predator taking advantage of you, and the sheer joy you feel each time he fills you. It's too much. You can't think. You can only ride it out as Anonymous makes you a slave to the pleasure he brings.
Your hips match his rhythm and this only makes him smash his hips into yours even harder. The wet slapping sounds from his soaked skin hitting your fur echoes throughout the otherwise quiet greenhouse. You know you're coating the ground in your longing, and you know your roses are suffering thought his labors.
But you don't care, nothing is going to interrupt this. It isn't long before Anonymous brings you to your peak. He’s like a piston and your muscles are starting to go slack around him as the pressure begins to build.
A torrent is forcing its way through you, wracking your body to the core. And finally, when you feel his tip kiss your deepest parts you cry out in bliss and involuntarily tighten around him. Your body is trying to milk the seed that never comes... Your eyes widen in shock. H-how? There isn't an animal around that can last this long. You turn your tired head to see Anonymous smiling down upon you.
"Come on Rose I haven't even warmed up yet." Life is good…
His words are anything but a lie. He doesn't give your body an opportunity to rest as he starts back. Like locomotive he keeps a steady rhythm showing no signs of stopping. The bliss your body is going through causes you to lose track of time.
You find your release again and again as Anonymous plunges into you without any mercy. The noise from your moans and his hips as they knock against yours are deafening. Your mind is filled with the delight Anonymous brings, and your body is just as full. Unfortunately you can only handle so much. After Celestia knows how long the pain starts to overcome the pleasure.
You can hear Anonymous grunting getting louder so he must be getting close. Suddenly he bites down upon the back of your neck. You scream from the combination of him biting, and him pouring his seed deep within you. It almost feels as though his release is burning you…
The two of you stay locked in this position, your exhausted body consuming everything Anonymous pumps within, until finally you can feel his softening member leave you. With nothing holding you up now you collapse in a mess of fluids. You're desperately filling your lungs with air; your heart is pounding in your ears. You can't even hear him panting.
Slowly he gets to his feet. It seems to be a labor for him to stand up straight. You make no move to escape as he wraps his arms around you to pick you up. He carries your limp body all the way back into the store. He heads up a flight of stairs, and eventually he reaches the restroom on the second floor. Your fade in and out of consciousness as Anonymous draws you a bath.
The heat from the steaming water causes you to moan with joy as he gently sets you into the water's depths. When he joins you, you snuggle into him as the water washes away the exercise the two of you have finished performing. It’s a comfortable silence with you snuggled into Anonymous chest, while he has his arms wrapped around you. Finally he speaks.
“So, did you enjoy yourself?" You nod weakly in response, you hear him chuckle softly before asking, "Same time next week Rose?"
“Yeeeeeesssss." you hiss. You smile when his hold on you becomes stronger, and for once you feel safe rather than threatened. To think a creature such as Anonymous can make you so angry, so afraid, so happy, yet secure. You look forward to every week that's to come, or every day if you can handle it.
Author's Note
Hope I wrote it well enough for you guys to enjoy it. I know it's a bit repetitive, but I hope you could look past that as well.
