Dystopian Anon - Part III (slight clop at beginning)

>You wake up in a cold sweat
>It’s barely at the break of dawn
>Twilight and Spike are both still sleeping
>This is just too strange
>You were… dreaming.
>You’ve not dreamed anything in decades
>…It was more of a nightmare than a dream, though
>In it, Fluttershy succeeded in her attempt
>During the entire ordeal, your body was slowly morphing into something else
>When she finished, she got up off of you and pressed her marehood up against your…
>…Snout?
>Your eyes widened, and you looked down at your hands
>…Hooves.
>You struggled frantically, but that only seemed to make Fluttershy press harder
>She grinned down at you, leaning up off you and bringing her head to yours in a wild kiss
>”You’re one of us now, Anon…” she whispered, almost in a low growl
>Your mane was a flowing black color, and the emblem of the World State was plastered onto your flank
>Your fur was tan, and you were a bit taller and bulkier than other ponies that you’ve seen before
>Fluttershy brought herself once again down onto your member, enveloping it into her marehood as she stood up onto her hooves, bucking her hips up and down on it while facing away from you
>You were no longer in control of your body
>You rutted her with more frenzy than you’ve ever put into anything
>As the dream ended, you heard a low, menacing chuckle echo through your head
>It was so dark-sounding; you could almost sense the pure malice behind it
>Just the laugh alone was enough to nearly drive you to tears
>No; you’re a World Controller, you’re stronger than that
>You decide to go out for a walk to calm down
>You reach over and place on your glasses
>You quickly and quietly slip out of the bed and walk downstairs
>You open the door, and walk inside
>You’re still half-asleep, so you don’t notice until just now, nor do you care right now that you’re only in a pair of boxers
>You’ve too much on your mind right now
>Besides, the warm, damp spring air feels good to you
>You then decide against any walks like this; no need to parade yourself around town
>Still, that dream is on your mind
>Maybe some physical exercise will get your mind off it
>If not, soma will work
>It always does
>You have a feeling that the nightmare fuel is sufficient enough to where soma would be acceptable to use
>You start off with some push-ups as a warm up
>The feeling of the damp grass against you each time refreshes you and allows you to continue
>After a few minutes, you stand up
>200 push-ups, while you did it close to every day when you woke up in the World State, still is an intense endurance test as much as it is a warm up
>You wipe the sweat from your brow
>You suddenly hear a small voice from the bushes
>You look over, and your eyes widen
>There, sitting in the bushes, was a yellow pair of wing, standing fully erect
>…Great. Just what you needed.
>”Oh, Anon, I’m sorry, was I distracting you?” she asks, coming out of the bushes, very noticeably staring at your boxers
“As a matter of fact, yes. Yes you were. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”
>You start to walk away, but she sidesteps into your path
>You can still see her eyes scanning hungrily over every inch of your torso
>”Oh, but I insist, continue,” she says, holding a hoof up
“My workout is done. I’m going to bathe and dress now, if you don’t mind.”
>”…Right…” she mutters, finally taking her eyes off of your torso, looking up at you. “Um, Anon, I…”
>She turns away for a moment
>”I wanted to apologize for how I behaved last night. It was very wrong of me to take advantage of your generosity like that…”
>She looks up at you with big, sorrowful teal eyes
>You sigh
>Against your better judgment, you decide to give her the benefit of the doubt
“Very well. I’ll forgive you this time, but I’m not going to forget what you did.”
>Her expression immediately beams happiness and she leaps up onto you, wrapping her hooves around your torso in a tight hug. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” she exclaims, nuzzling her head against your muscles
>You hesitantly pat her on the back
“Alright, now come on, get off of me…”
>She disobeys, hugging tighter
>You just sigh, standing there now
>After about five minutes, she snaps back to reality. “Well, um… to make it up to you, would you like me to… um… give you a bath as well?” she asks
>You remember what she said back at the party about it being only for a special somep0ny
>”It’s the least I can do…”
>You shake your head; if anything, to prevent any sort of ulterior motive
“One step at a time, Fluttershy.”
>She blushes and nods slowly. “Well then, um… I’ll see you later, then?” she asks, floating up into the air
>You nod
“Sure.”
>She smiles, and flutters off towards the center of the town
>You breathe a sigh of relief
>That could have been MUCH worse than it was
>You go back to working-out
>You lied once again, but you don’t feel bad this time
>Sometimes necessary precautions must be taken to protect your body
>…In more ways than one.
>After around five minutes of stretching, you hear a sharp whistle come from nearby
>You quickly turn to the sound
>”Hoo wee! Don’t think ah’ve ever seen anyp0ny as strong as that!” she exclaims, walking over to you. “‘Cept for Big Mac, o’ course.”
>You recognize her as the orange pony that was there when you woke up at first
“Thanks.”
>She smiles up at you. “Hey, ya got any way t’ make some bits yet?” she asks you
“Is that the currency here?”
>”Yup! If y’all decide ta stay here in Ponyville, ah’m sure ah can set ya up workin’ on the farm,” she says, grinning
>”We sure could use another pair o’… hands, that is,” she chuckles. “Nearly said ‘hooves’ there. That’d be silly, now wouldn’t it?”
>You chuckle at this
>”Oh hey, d’ya like apples at all?” she asks, smiling up at you
>You nod
“One of my personal favorite foods at the party yesterday was made with apples. Said they were from some place called ‘Sweet Apple Acres’, I think.”
>The pony grins proudly. “Made ‘em myself.”
>Your eyes widen in surprise
“…What did you say your name was again?”

>You and the orange pony who you just learned was named “Applejack head into the library
>Twilight is awake now, taking care of brushing through her mane as Spike moves groggily through the library to the kitchen
>You smile, before walking up the stairs to grab your clothes
>Oh yeah. Right. Washing.
“Twilight, do ponies have any kind of way to wash clothing?”
>Twilight looks up at you. “We do, but out of the six of us, Rarity is the only one that actually has the means of doing so.”
>Great.
>Well, you left on fairly… good terms, right?
“Alright, looks like I’m heading there next today. I need to get these cleaned.”
>Twilight nods. “Well, you’ll at least stay for breakfast, right?”
>You’re about to refuse, but your stomach has other plans
>Almost as if to insult you, it rumbles with the ferocity of a thousand burning suns
>Both ponies snicker, before smiling up at you
>”Looks like yer stomach likes the sound o’ that!” Applejack exclaims
>You sigh
>Food actually sounds really good right now
>The three of you go ahead and take a seat at the table
>Spike comes out less groggily a few minutes later, carrying three sandwiches filled with…
>…Hay?

>…That was the worst thing you’ve ever tasted
>You didn’t want to be a terrible guest, so you ate the whole thing
>Your stomach decided it was going to fuck you over because of it
>You assume this is Ford’s punishment for letting yourself get caught up that situation last night
>You stand up, trying VERY hard not to let your disgust show
>Not working
>”I guess you’re not much of a fan of hay then, Mr. Anonymous?” Twilight asks
>You slowly shake your head
“I’m… more of an omnivore, really…”
>”O-oh, I see…”
>Twilight and Applejack both look at each other, uneasy looks on their faces
>Eating meat must be a taboo of the worst kind here
“Don’t worry; I’ve never been much of a fan of meat, really.”
>They both sigh in relief
“Alright, I’m going to head over to Rarity’s, then.”
>You grab your clothes, slip on your pants, and quickly head on out
>After a few minutes of walking, you reach the Carousel Boutique
>You knock on the door
“Rarity? Are you there?”
>You hear trotting behind the door, and a young filly finally opens it
>It’s Sweetie Belle
“Oh, hello there. Is Rarity home?”
>She scowls, and slams the door in your face. “Go away!”
>What was that about?
“I was just wondering if-”
>”GO AWAY NOW!” you hear her scream from the other side of the door
>You’re not sure what could have caused her to be so offended by your appearance
>You stand outside the door for a while, contemplating this while still holding your clothes in your hands
>…
>Guess the only other choice is to use the nearest clean water source to clean them
>But where would that be?
>There must be some sort of infrastructure system for transporting water
>You look around; there has to be
>You spot a pond nearby
>…
>Nope, not gonna do it
>You knock again, with renewed vigor
>”I thought we told you, go awa-”
>You hold up a hand, cutting her off
“Look. I just need something to clean these, alright? I’m going to have an audience with Princess Celestia soon, and I would greatly appreciate it if you wouldn’t shut me out in a time of need like this.”
>”Sweetie Belle, step away from the door,” you hear a calmer voice call to her
>She looks over, “But Rarity, he-”
>”I said, step away.”
>She gives you a scrunched-up angry face, before trotting off
>”I… apologize for Sweetie Belle, she’s been a bit cold to you ever since the night you came here,” Rarity sighs, opening the door. “Come in.”
>You nod, dipping your head under the doorframe and walking inside
“I just need to get these cleaned, that’s all.”
>You show her the muddy suit and pants
>”Oh, that simply will not do!” she exclaims, taking them away with her magic. “We’ll get you some brand-new clothes right away!”
>You reluctantly follow her into her work area
>She quickly gets to work taking measurements of your body
>You take note of how she doesn’t try anything sexual on you
>Either she really didn’t want your body, or she was too enraptured by her work to care
>”Alright, it looks like I’ll need some time to make this. Come back this evening, I’ll have it ready for you.” She smiles. “You’re going to Canterlot to meet the Princess, you have to look your best!”
>You nod understandingly
>”Well, I suppose I should give you something to wear until then,” she says, looking around…
>”Ah, this should hold until this evening,” she says, trotting over to the wall, levitating a strange, colorful outfit to you
“What… is this?! Is… is this pink? I’m a World Controller, not some variety of flower!”
>The shirt is purple with pink flowers dotting it. The pants are khaki shorts, and are a lot smaller than you would like
>She smiles. “Please, it’s this year’s color! Besides, there’s nothing else here that will fit your body better than that!”
>You ponder this aloud
“Men wearing pink, how bizarre…”
>You try moving around in them
>It’s horribly awkward, the pants are gripping you in a complete vicegrip, and the shirt isn’t much better…
>”Now now, it’s only until this evening, surely you will survive until then!”
>Right…
>You sigh, and turn to her
“…Thank you.”
>”Oh, it’s no trouble at all!” she exclaims, smiling at you. “I design clothes for ponies all the time; yours were a nice challenge for me.”
>You smile
“I’ve… decided not to hold what you did against you, Rarity. You’re a lot kinder and more generous than I gave you credit for.”
>She blushes and smiles. “Who, me? Oh, darling, thank you for your compliment, but I’m afraid it won’t change what happened…”
>You look at her and shake your head
“‘Forgive and forget.’ That was a term used by humans a long time ago, before the World State. It meant never to hold anything over anyone’s conscience.”
>She eyes you for a moment, realizing what you are saying. “So, you mean…!”
>You nod, holding out a hand
“…This must be friendship.”
>She smiles brightly, placing her hoof in your hand
>You lean down and kiss the hoof
>She giggles and blushes
“That’s a common greeting for humans from long ago, as well.”
>You smile, releasing the hoof, turn, and leave
>She smiles back and waves as you walk off, her cheeks a light red

>End Part III