>Don’t worry, you’re still Anon. >Scared you for a minute didn’t I? >For some reason, you’re back in uniform, clearing a building. You have your old ass pump-action with the wooden grips. That’s not exactly standard issue. In fact, you do believe this was your dad’s. What is it doing here? >The squad leader gives the sign and you spilt into two teams, one going left and one going right. You head off with your pals and proceed to clear the building. One of your mates triggers a pressure-plate under a rug and gets blown up. Two of your other men are down as well, so you have the medic take care of them as you move up to clear the rest of the hallway yourself. >That’s against protocol, but fuck it. Rules are made to be broken. >Knowing your back was clear, you do a thorough search of each room. Finally, you reach the last door. It sounds like someone is being beaten, what with the moaning and gasping. The door is clear but locked. You boot it open and move in, shotgun raised. >Your eyes go wide in surprise. “K-Kayla?” >There’s a burst of gunfire to your chest. >And now you wake up. About fucking time. Oustanding. >You sit up, sweating and panting for air. Not another goddamn nightmare. >You wipe the sweat from your forehead and shake your head, grumbling to yourself as you reach for the nightstand beside your bed. You knock the can of dip to the floor and find that flask of your’s, kept for emergencies like this. You unscrew the cap and shakily drink from it, the warm whiskey burning its way through you. >Coughing, you put your head between your legs. You had been doing so well, too. >A cool hoof places itself on your back, and you jump slightly before remembering you didn’t go to bed alone tonight. >”Anon? Are you alright? Experiencing a heart attack? Stroke? Intruders on the domain?” Oz looks worried as she sits up, looking around. “N-no, Oz. Just a nightmare. Go back to sleep.” >”A…nightmare?” She seems confused before her eyes go white. They actually go in the dark when they do that. You offhandedly wonder how much of your data plan she’s used up by now. >”Oh.” She returns to normal. “It’s suggested that in order to return to a state of calm, the viewer of the nightmare should talk about the apparition in order to move past it and find closure.” >You snort softly. “Trust me, Oz. You don’t want to know.” >You take another pull from the flask. To your surprise, it floats away. Damn, she’s getting better at her magic. She sniffs the flask and shudders, capping it and placing it aside. “That can’t be in the least bit healthy for you, Anon.” “I’ll keep that in mind. Still not talking about it, though.” >She’s quiet as you lie back down. The sheets are soaked with sweat, making it very cold. With a sudden surprising motion, Oz sits on your chest. She stares you in the eye and asks “Is it about a female named Kayla?” >What the hell? >Your expression and attempt to look away from her confirm this for her. “How do you even-“ >”You left your Facebook app logged in. I perused it when I had a free moment, to try and figure out more about you since you didn’t seem very talkative. It was a ways back in your profile, but it listed her name along with several relationship updates and statuses of a romantic nature.” >Shit. You thought you had deleted all of that. “It’s in the past, Oz.” >There’s a growl in your voice, and you hope she gets the hint. You didn’t want to discuss this with your brother earlier. The boys at the bar knew better then to even bring it up. Why should it be any different for her? >”Clearly not, as evidenced by your sudden arousal from slumber and previous soaking of the sheets and mattress by excretion of sweat, typically a response reserved for fear and anger of a subject that very much is present in the current timeframe of events.” >As much as you hated to admit it, she had a point. Maybe… “She…meant a lot to me long ago. I made the mistake of trusting her and she burned that bridge before I even knew about it. I…” >OH HELL NO. THE FEELS. >You keep looking away from her, but Oz has proven to be a pony hard to ignore. She reaches up and turns your head to look at her with a fore hoof. >”That explains a lot then, and not just on your Facebook profile. The majority of all your contacts are male, with the exception of Arlene, who’s number shares a place with the number of the bar in town. While cleaning, there’s a few photos of people I have assumed to be your family and friends, but beyond that there is a lack of a female touch in your life. And of course, the alcohol.” “What about my alcohol?” >You grumble more than snap. She had you figured out better then you did. You couldn’t really be mad at her either. She had access to the internet simply by blinking; you shouldn’t even be surprised she researched you. >”Seeing as how you are not a fraternity brother or underage sneaker of purloined goods, there is an excessive amount of alcohol in your residence for one person. Assuming you have not fallen into the disease of alcoholism, you are not acting as a man with nothing to hide should, or at least a man currently up to date with ‘resolved’ situations.” >She’s got you there. “Alright, you got me. I’m a lazy good for nothing who plays video games, drinks, and has a shitty job at an auto parts store. And when I mean drink I really like to drink, because it makes me forget how bad I am at everything. Happy, Doctor Oz?” >She giggles a little at the nickname but shakes her head. >”No, Anon. You aren’t happy, and that does not make me happy. Normally I would not notice this except now I am a living cybernetic organism. I do not possess living tissue over metal endoskeleton, but I still feel and worry. And despite the fact we haven’t truly been together doing things, we’ve shared a lot of emotions in such a short span of time which makes me feel a strange connection to you, and judging by the reddening of your face, you also have felt it.” >For once you wish she wasn’t so damn smart. >”So, in the interest of having a good night’s sleep for both of us…” It’s her turn to blush now. “I would like to attempt something that I found on the internet that would make you feel better.” >Well, isn’t this a big ol’ pot of embarrassment? Everyone’s blushing, and again you notice how warm and soft she is, now that her fur is against your bare skin. “I’ll bite. What is it?” >Without another word, she leans down and kisses you. She’s a bit clumsy about it, but well, she’s new to the whole concept. ~~~~~~~ >You are Anon’s brain. >Or rather, one of the many little parts of him that run things in his body. You take orders from the big brain himself, but you’re one of the many that make it happen. >And right now, he’s freaking out. >”No! Abort! Abort! Initiate the Kayla Freak-Out Mode!” “We have that, sir? I thought it was labeled the Anti-Descartes.” >”No, it’s the Ka-“ >He’s interrupted by the sudden smashing of the door to your office. There’s a familiar figure in the doorway. “Penis, what are you doing here? And what’s with that…is that a syringe gun?” >”Don’t worry. I will see to this personally.” “We have work to do here, Penis! We may be a sheep fucker but not a horse fucker! Go home, you’re drunk-“ >”Assuming direct control.” >You and everybody else, including the head brain are struck by little syringes full of testosterone. You flail as suddenly Penis walks up to the boss and knocks him out of his chair. Brain groans and falls onto the floor. >”Gentlemen.” Penis steeples his fingers. “Activate it.” ~~~~~~ >Back to the good stuff. >It’s a full minute before you break the kiss. Goddamn, for being brand new to everything Oz was surprisingly good at this. Judging by her panting, you weren’t so rusty yourself. >Despite an overwhelming urge to continue, you have to make sure. “Oz…” >”Yes, Anon?” “Are you sure about this?” >She gives you a coy smile. “More sure about this then about your fashion sense, Anon.” >Ouch. Whatever, she’s cool with it. >With that, you sit up and this time you kiss her. You got to show her how it’s done, like a boss. She slides into your lap, her forehooves pressed against your chest. It’s a good thing you happen to be wearing boxers and not briefs because you got stiff quick fast and in a hurry. Briefs kind of hamper that shit. >She gives a light squeal as she bumps against your member. She rubs against it, keeping her mouth to your’s tightly. It’s the work of a moment for you to slide your boxers off, holding her close to you. One hand slides down her back and around her flank to find that- >SURPRISE! She does indeed have female parts. Fully functional too, judging by the heat and wetness you feel. She gives a quiet gasp before you start exploring, a pair of fingers sliding inside her. You gently stroke around while she squirms against you, lost in pleasure. She certainly is tight; you wonder if she’ll be too tight. >She brushes her legs against your erect member, thankfully avoiding using her hooves. The sensation of her soft fur against your rod makes you groan. It’s been a damn long time since you last got laid. The drawback to being in a small town is usually everyone knows everyone else and their business, so it’s rather hard to get laid in a town where all the women are all old and married, old, taken, or underage. >Arlene was the exception. She was a lesbian. >”Ahh…non…” She panted into your ear, still squirming. You slide your fingers out slowly, drawing the moment out. She falls back against the bed, looking up at you with nervous but hungry eyes. You place the head of your rod against the outside of her wet marehood. >Seriously, this part always gets so used its cliché. Without a second thought you drive on, inserting your dick into her. Shit, she was tight. You vaguely recall the talk your uncle had told you about horses when you had been working on his farm and how it was not supposed to be like that. Oh well. >She moans, but from pain or pleasure you can’t tell. Her flank bucks upward as you begin to thrust inside her and you grab onto her rear legs for leverage. She allows herself to be taken like this, moaning your name loudly as you drive deeper and deeper, finally hilting yourself each time. She finally pushes herself up to wrap her front legs around your neck and the kiss you two exchange is enough to make you see stars. >”Anon….I’m..I…” She moans into your mouth. She doesn’t even have to finish the statement before you get rougher and wilder with your motions. With a final cry of sheer bliss, her insides squeezing you for everything you’ve got, she orgasms, juices flooding out of her as you continue. This results in you following her, firing your load into her. Both of you lean against each other, panting for breath. >After a few moments, you collapse back onto the bed, Oz sprawled across your chest lazily. She gives a weak smile. >”Anon…?” “…yeah?” >”….amazing.” That seems to be all she can get out, and you chuckle, stroking her mane gently. You both curl close together and bask in each other for the moment.