Anon Jr green, third person past tense experimental edit



                                            Junior's friends had never really met her family. Not that Junior was hiding them, they just lived on the opposite side of Ponyville from the school. When the parents of the other fillies were busy one night, they'd decided to go to Anon Jr's place to do their homework and hangout.


                                            The three fillies knew Junior wasn't 100% pony; she'd told them such. Even if she hadn't, the predator teeth, her weird accent, and the un-pony-like way she stalked forward instead of cantering, were all dead giveaways. They had no idea what a "hyumane" was, though.


                                            When they got to Junior's house, they immediately noticed something off about the place. It was a big house, but not in the way they expected. Everything seemed scaled up a little, in a way just enough to be noticeable.


                                            Junior threw open the door and yelled something in... They didn't know what language. Sometimes Junior would say things in a language that wasn't Equish, but this was the longest, continuous string that they'd heard. All three fillies froze when a rumbly voice answered back, plainly audible through the walls despite being a normal volume.


                                            The floor shook a little as slow, plodding footsteps approach from beyond their view, yet other than the tell-tale vibrations they could feel, the footsteps themselves were totally silent. It made the fur of their coats stand on end.


                                            Something rounded a corner of the house, and the fillies couldn't help but gawp at the sight.


                                            Standing almost three times their height, and easily twice as tall as a mare and his head only inches from the ceiling, a tall, two legged... thing silently stalked forward like Junior did, regarding the fillies with small, piercing eyes that rooted them in place.


                                            Junior approached the hulk without any fear, and he dropped to a knee, his hand reaching out.


                                            The three watching fillies couldn't even scream out a warning when a pair of long arms ending in hooked digits snagged Junior off the ground, pulling her into... A hug?


                                            "What gives, old man!? Lay off! My friends are right there!" Junior bit out, but she wasn't struggling anywhere near as hard as she could.


                                            The... hyumane? -- That's what he was called, right? -- hummed deep in his chest, and all three spectators could feel the vibrations in the floor under their hooves. "Don't tell me my baby girl is already too old for a hug from me? It breaks my heart," he said, words framed by an accent only shared with Junior.


                                            The filly in his arms stopped struggling and huffed, but she went beet red through her green coat when her sire kissed the top of her head and quietly laughed, a sound as sweet and rich as melted chocolate.


                                            Anonymous Senior finally let his daughter go and turned to the three ramrod rigid fillies. "You must be the three I hear about so often." He gave them a gentle smile that showed off just a few sharp, gleaming teeth. "Come in and make yourselves comfy. The missus is working a little late tonight, but I'm sure I can feed and entertain you myself."


                                            He rose and turned back to the kitchen, silently striding back to it. "Dinner will be soon, so try not to fill up on junk, hmm?"


                                            Junior huffed one more time and turned back to her friends. All three averted their gazes from her with burning red blushes, expressions all some mix of fright and arousal as tails flagged all-round.


                                            The scent of arousal hit the younger Ymous's nose, making her wrinkle her snoot. "That's gross."


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                                            Anonymous Jr, otherwise known just as Junior, heaved out a frustrated sigh.


                                            About two weeks back, her pals Apogee, Zala, and Luftkrieg came over to her place to hangout after school... And just like Little League did that time she was over, all three perved on her dad.


                                            Gross...


                                            Which was why she was dreading tonight.


                                            Her mom <possibly say who?> unexpectedly got a late shift at the hospital, and she was supposed to be the team's chaperone for the upcoming fillyscout camping trip in Whitetail Woods. Zala's parents were busy, Apogee's dad knew nothing about the outdoors, and Luft's sister Aryanne was swamped with college coursework. Which meant Junior had to ask Senior...


                                            Well this is gonna be awkward.


                                            The green fully trudged into her house, already knowing dad's answer, while her friends followed just a few steps behind.


                                            "Welcome home, [Mini-me]." Her dad's deep voice called from around the corner towards the kitchen, his words switching to English halfway through. "How was your scout meeting?"


                                            JUnior threw off her scout uniform and tossed it on the couch as she passed by. Her friends kept theirs on as they all rounded the corner to the kitchen.


                                            Inside, standing at his huge height of twelve imperial hooves tall, dad easily reached into the highest cupboard above the stove as he watched a simmering pot on the stove. Too fast for most eyes to track, he threw a pinch of spice into the pot and replaced the little shaker in one seamless movement.


                                            "It was okay," she reluctantly answered, looking around and wondering where her hellion of a little brother was. "Say, dad, mom got a screwy shift, so she can’t watch me and the girls during our camping trip. Could you… Fill in for her?” A thought hit her. “If you’re watching the brat this weekend that's fine,” she added, trying to sound nonchalant as she desperately hoped he was.


                                            Still attending the stove, her dad hummed in his chest. It was the sort of hum that she could feel in her own chest from a distance. Finally, he turned away from dinner to face his daughter.


                                            Junior glanced to the right and scowled when she saw Luftkrieg openly blushing from the sound.


                                            ”You’re in luck then, [daughter dearest], because your grandparents took Redcross for the weekend. Something about an art show in Canterlot so he doesn’t feel put out about not being allowed to go on your camping trip,”


                                            Shit. Junior bit her lip to keep from letting the swear out in front of her dad.


                                            He then smiled a toothy smile and turned to her friends. “Ah, how rude of me. It’s a pleasure to see all of you again, girls.”


                                            ”I-It’s nice to see you again too, M-Mister Heart!” Zala forced out, smiling nervously. Luft rapidly nodded along. Apogee tried to say something, but it just came out as a squeak that makes her already red face flush deeper.


                                            Junior was so glad human noses were so much weaker than a pony’s. Even with her own, muted hybrid sense of smell, her friend’s collective arousal was as thick as it was disgusting. If dad could smell it, Junior would pray for Faust to smite her on her hooves.


                                            Then again, knowing what her dad's answer would be, and knowing that she was going to have to live in a tent with this smell for a whole weekend come tomorrow, it might be worth praying for that smiting anyway.


                                            ”Make yourselves at home, girls. Dinner will be ready in an hour or so,” dad smiled one last time and turned back around to the stove. “I would love to go camping with you all. I haven’t been out on a trip longer than a day since I came here from the old country.”


                                            Earth…


                                            Junior couldn’t help but wonder about the land of humans. Dad said his side of the family was dead and gone, and that the isolated land was nigh impossible to get in or out of, but she still wished she could go there, just once to visit her countrymen.


                                            ”So, this weekend, then?” Dad continued, breaking her out of her thoughts.


                                            “Yep…” Junior hdld back a sigh and wondered how the rest of the class was going to take this. Or the rest of the parents. Considering her dad, there were going to be a LOT of emaresculated moms there by the end of the trip.


                                            ”Sounds like a plan, then,” dad chuckled. “I’ll have to dig my old pack out and see if the moths have eaten it or not.”


                                            “Thanks, dad. We’ll be in my room!” She called over her shoulder as she trotted away, silently shooting all of her perverted friends a glare and nodding for them to follow.


                                            They did.


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                                            Anonymous Junior lay sprawled out on her bed, glaring at the math homework spread out before her. Fucking Cheerilee couldn't even ease off, even when she knew that the fillyscouts were going to be gone until monday.


                                            ’Just do it all tonight then,’ she thought, mockingly replaying her teacher's words in her head.


                                            'Maybe you need to get laid, you uptight cunt.'


                                            ”Say, Junior?”


                                            The green filly suppressed a scowl as she looked up to Apogee, who had all of her homework done already. The pegasus blinked curiously. “Does Scoutmaster Sweet know that your dad is taking your mom’s place?”


                                            “I told her I’d get a parent, not which one,” Junior grunted, returning her eyes to her homework. She took her pencil in her lips and jotted down an answer to the next question, 90% sure it was right. “She can’t really force guys away. Mac Apple was once to foalsit Applebloom and her misfit troupe last time.”


                                            ”Well, yeah, but Mac Apple is a farm colt, it’s a bit different,” Apogee replied, picking her homework up in her lips and stuffing it in her book bag. “And Scoutmaster Sweet is friends with Tiara’s mom, who is kinda…sexist?”


                                            ”The scoutmaster might try to make things hard for Mister Heart…” Luftkrieg weighed in, her germane accent thickening a little in concern.


                                            Junior scoffed. “All of you are worrying too much. The old man could eat a bowl of tacks without any milk. He’s the furthest thing from dainty.”


                                            ”You might be biased, though, Junior,” Zala jumped in, looking away from her homework as well. She rose off her belly into a seated position. “Your father is a very sweet stallion, and we just want to be sure he’ll be okay.”


                                            “Not because you’ve got the hots for him?” Junior bluntly asked, making all three of her friends flush red and look away. She sighed. “Look, don’t worry about my dad. He’ll be fine.”


                                            ”Girls! Dinner is ready!” Dad’s voice echoed up to the second floor.


                                            Everyone’s homework was promptly abandoned as Junior, Zala, Luft, and Apogee hopped off the bed and bolted for downstairs.


                                            Ahead, Junior could hear voices in the dining room.


                                            ”-at filly busted her leg just like Junior did last summer.”


                                            She rounded the corner to find her mom, Redheart, telling Dad about her day as she sat down at the head of the table. It must have been a hard day, because her Mom’s usually pristine, white coat  was slightly off-colored with sweat, and her usual mane-bun was let down, letting her hair spill down her back.


                                            ”Aww, poor gal,” Dad clicked his tongue as Mom’s story paused, taking a pot off the stove. Junior's mouth watered a little when she caught the scent of red lentil in the stew the pot doubtless held. “Well, it could have always been worse.”


                                            “Hey, mom,” Junior picked that time to interject as she took the spot to her mother's left. “How was work? Sounds like a bad one.”


                                            ”Hey yourself, kiddo,” Mom smiles tiredly. “It wasn’t bad, just a lot to do today. Sorry about your camping trip, but Doctor Scalpel fell ill and a patent is scheduled for a surgery on Saturday. Guess who it falls to now?”


                                            ”You, Doctor Redheart?” Apogee asked as she made a fluttering hop to get on the slightly oversized chair next to Junior.


                                            ”Got it in one,” Redheart said, letting out a short laugh. “You girls staying for dinner?”


                                            ”They are,” Dad confirmed, pulling a stack of bowls from a high cupboard with one hand while the other got exactly six spoons from a drawer. “I swear, honey. You need to be a director or something for that [fucking ungrateful] hospital. Would they have even let you take that pediatrician opening if you didn’t walk that panicking intern through Junior’s birth?”


                                            ”Probably not,” Mom laughed again. “To be fair, green bean was quite a bit bigger than a normal foal, so that derailed my plans of doing it myself.”


                                            Dad’s little eyes sparkled in that evil away that instantly told his daughter he was about to embarrass her. “Ah, I remember when [mini-me] was a chubby little foal. Didn’t even fit in her first onesie!”


                                            She felt her face and ears burn when her friends giggled. “[Dad!]”


                                            ”I’m just teasing you, honey,” He chuckled as he ladled out bowls of his lentil stew with his usual fluid motions. The grace dad could put in normal motion has long since stopped being fascinating to her, but only took a quick glance around the table to see how the eyes of all her friends were focused on him.


                                            Redcross once likened dad to seeing those stupid, expensive sixty-frame-per-second TVs in a Canterlot electronics store for the first time. It was just so smooth that it was hard not to stare in wonder.


                                            Anonymous Senior deftly passed out the bowls and spoons, making sure to include a bottle of hard cider with mom’s, which made the mare smile as she pulled her husband down into a short kiss that he gladly returned. [opportunity for reactions from Junior's pals is missed here] Then he turned back to the counter and put a plate with a fresh loaf of bread on the table to go with the stew. “Dig in!”


                                            Junior did just that.


                                            She could worry about the coming trip later; dinner was on!