[SFW] Anonymous the Mr. Wolf - Chapter 3 - Wolves and headpats


                                            >Be Anonymous.

                                            >Today was unneventful, thankfully.

                                            >You are leaving the school, but a feeling of annoyance is following you.

                                            >Turning around, you don't see anything, but the smell gives it away: is the pink girl of that group.

                                            >Candy, cupcakes, and cookies. A bit of innocence and childhood wonder. Delicious.

                                            >Still, if she is following you, that means she wants something.

                                            >You walk next to the bus stop, but instead you kept on walking.

                                            >Let's see how good is she tracking you.

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                                            >Be Pinkie Pie.

                                            >Anonymous walked next to the bus stop.

                                            >You make a stop, and talk to Fluttershy.

                                            "Hiya shy."

                                            >"H-h-hey Pinkie..."

                                            "Wow, you look scared."

                                            >"I really don't like being next to anon."

                                            "Is alright. Do you have what I asked?"

                                            >She pulls out a small cloth.

                                            >"Rarity said this was the cloth they were working on yesterday. Rarity gave the hair to Twilight already."

                                            "Ohoho, nice."

                                            >You smell it, and like a dog, you know where to find a lonely man.

                                            "Don't worry Fluttershy, you won't be scared of him anymore soon enough!"

                                            >You take a longer whiff of the fabric, get on 4, and point to a direction like a dog.

                                            "Ha! found him!"

                                            >"How did you-?"

                                            "No time to answer, he is getting away. I must reach him, on the double!"

                                            >And with that, you leave Flutterhy alone, and follow Anonymous' scent.

                                            >You cross a couple of blocks, and find him in another bus stop.

                                            >He realizes you are close, and starts walking again.

                                            >How did he knew you were close? You were 60 yards away from him.

                                            >No matter, you can be more sneaky if necessary!


                                            >Be Anonymous.

                                            >Incredible, but she found you again.

                                            >No matter, you only have to move somewhere else.

                                            >You walk around the streets, and enter a shop.

                                            >You only watch around, windowshopping whatever is on, and walk out.

                                            >You lost her, but she is still close, you can still smell her.

                                            >You walk in between alleys and hidden paths. The small laberynth in this concrete jungle is good, but she is still on your tail. If anything, the smell was stronger.

                                            >She is earning terrain slowly. Well, not for long.

                                            >You start to jog, increasing speed. The smell is weaker.

                                            >When it's fainting, you take this chance and run with everything you can. Thanks wolf blood, sometimes you are useful.

                                            >You run for 20 blocks. That had to lose her!

                                            >You check the area. Must be the suburbs, because you can see small houses. Fancy, but not really your scene.

                                            >You hide behind a fence, and wait. For some time, everything looks fine.

                                            >Suddenly, your nostrils fill up with cookie smell.

                                            >You turn quickly, just to see the house next door just opened the window, leaving some cookies to cool down

                                            "Oof, man, I was losing my mind. I though I wasn't going to-"

                                            >You see Pinkie bouncing to the tray of cookies, and takes a couple. She sees you and waves.

                                            "What the fuck?!"

                                            >You run away again, faster this time.

                                            >You stop in front of a big mall center.

                                            >You enter and run straight to the perfume aile. Taking advantage of your speed, you run fast enough to create winds, spreading perfume everywhere.

                                            >You leave the mall walking. It will take days before your normal doggie body odor comes back. Now you smell like those cheap colognes you gift at mother's day.

                                            "Ugh, it's so strong, what do they put in this stuff?"

                                            >"I don't know, but you smell nice from a distance."

                                            >You see at your right. She is there with a smile.

                                            "What the- How?!"

                                            >"Oh, I was just trying to find you. So-"

                                            "No! Leave me alone!"

                                            >You run once again, instints kicking in.

                                            >Whatever this girl wants must be serious to keep following you.

                                            >Wait... does she know?! No! You aren't going to be the Teen Wolf fantasy bullshit for some girl!

                                            >You run all the way to a hidden alleway, and notice her smell is gone.

                                            >You only see a dumpster. Is a bad place but it will have to do.

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                                            >Be Pinkie Pie.

                                            >You bounce calmly all the way to anon's next hideout.

                                            >Yeah, he looks a bit scary, and he isn't very friendly, but he will change his tune when you invite him to Applejack's harvest get together.

                                            >You bounce all the way to a hidden alleway. Looks like the game of Cat & Mouse is over.

                                            >You only see a dumpster.

                                            "Oh, anon? Are you there?"

                                            >The dumpster moves.

                                            "Anon, is not a good idea to hide in a smelly dumpster. Look, I'll give you this and then we will talk, ok?"

                                            >You pull out a piece of paper with Applejack's home adress and a small text inviting him to the get together.

                                            >You go and lift the lid up.

                                            >From the garbage, a figure rises up.

                                            "You don't scare me nonny. When something scary happens, I laugh! Hahaha!"


                                            >The onminous figure stands up, trash falling slowly.

                                            >"Hahahahaha!"

                                            >The scraps of garbage fall, showing some sharp figures. They are teeth.

                                            >"Ahahaha..."

                                            >More rubbish comes out, showing penetrating golden eyes.

                                            >"Aha... ha... ahhhh...."

                                            >The bags and dirt fall, showing off a horrifying black fur around the figure.

                                            >"Ahhh.... ahh.... ah!"

                                            ¨ROOOOOOAAAAAARRR!!!!!*

                                            >"WOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLFFFF!!!!!"

                                            >Pinkie runs away scared, finally leaving you alone.

                                            >You are in your feral form, yet you only lose your mind if you look at the moon.

                                            >It's part of the curse: The Wolf Spirit's guardian is the moon. If you look at it when it's full, it will take over you.

                                            >You leave the dumpster and shake off the garbage. The smell is cancelled thanks to all the perfume. Still, you need a bath.

                                            >You turn human again, and pick your clothes from a small hole.

                                            >When you are dressed up, you find Pinkie's note.

                                            >[Hello anon! Sorry if we are a bit annoying, but we though it would be super-duper-cool if you can come to AJ's Harvest Get Together. There will be apple cider, apple pastries, barbecues, and games! Please come.]

                                            >The adress and the date it's on the note. It's this Saturday.

                                            "Shiiiiieeeeetttt... Argh!"

                                            >Now you own an apology to the pink girl.

                                            >You check the time. It's too late, and you must reach home quickly.

                                            >You run once again at full speed. When you arrive you jump over the big metal fence and land in a secluded sector of the trailer park.

                                            >You are about to open the door, but your mother does it for you. She is angry.

                                            >"What did I told you about using your powers?!"

                                            "I know! It's just that-"

                                            >"Inside, now."

                                            "But I-"

                                            >"NOW!"

                                            >You obey by entering in the trailer quietly.

                                            >Your mother checks the area, and closes the door.

                                            >"Anonymous, how many times I told you that if you use your powers, you can get hurt!"

                                            "I know! It's just that-"

                                            >"Wait, hold on. Did you turned into a wolf?!"

                                            "No, I did not!"

                                            >"Don't lie to me! Your canines are long and your ears are filled with hair!"

                                            "I tried to-"

                                            >"Enough! Stop lying to me! Not only did you used your powers, you even transformed! Do you want to end up like your father? I lost him, I don't want to lose you!"

                                            >You only whimper like a sad pup.

                                            >Your mother calms down a bit.

                                            >"Why did you used your powers?"

                                            >You only pulled out the paper Pinkie gave you.

                                            "She was following me, and I though she knew about me, so I scared her away. I didn't wanted to use my powers."

                                            >"Are you telling me the truth?"

                                            >You nod.

                                            >".... We are going to that reunion."

                                            "What?!"

                                            >"You heard me! We are going! You own that poor girl an apology, and I didn't rised a beast. You are going to apologize, and I will keep you in check, young man."

                                            >You only agree in silence.

                                            >"... *sniff sniff* " ... perfume and garbage?"

                                            "I really tried to lose her."

                                            >"Bath, now."

                                            "Yes mom."


                                            >It's Saturday, around 10:00 AM.

                                            >Your mother took you all the way to Sweet Apple Acres, a small farm close to the city.

                                            >When you two arrive, it doesn't look like there's a gathering.

                                            "Hehe, hey! Looks like we came too early, we better go somewhere else and wait!"

                                            >You are very nervous. People can already feel something is wrong with you, they will be terryfied when they see you.

                                            >"Anonymous, time to be the Alpha Wolf. You can't always hide in the pack, hoping to be unnoticed. And like I said: you are apologizing to the girl, and socialize with people, you like it or not."

                                            "Can I just talk with dogs? I can whisper my way up, and be the next César Millán."

                                            >"Will you be able to show yourself on national tv?"

                                            "Ehhh..."

                                            >"Exactly. If you want to do anything, you will have to meet people. That's how it always is."

                                            >Your mother goes to the door, and touches the doorbell.

                                            >A few moments later, A very mature woman opens the door.

                                            >>"Yeah? What're ya selling?"

                                            >"Oh, good day ma'am. I am Lunar Drop, and he is my son Anonymous. He was invited to your small get together."

                                            >She gives the little grandma the note.

                                            >>"Well, I'll be! Never knew Pinkie met with boys like you! She likes them a bit roudy, hehe."

                                            "Yeah... it was more like her idea. We just came to town, so she wanted to make us feel welcome."

                                            >>"No better place than our apple farm, everybody here is family! Come in."

                                            >The lady take your mother and you inside.

                                            >"Lovely place. I would like to give you this."

                                            >Ypur mother gives to the granny a box filled with her homemade cookies.

                                            >"Personal family recipe, as a thanking gift for inviting us."

                                            >>"Aww, shucks. You just came, and you already sweeting me up. All the parents are in the other room. Kids are at the yard."

                                            >"You listened dear. Go and make some friends."

                                            >She gives you a smaller box, and whispers at you.

                                            >"Now go and apologize, I'll be listening."

                                            >She perks up her ears.

                                            "... Yes mom."

                                            >You go all the way to the backyard.

                                            >Well, backyard is the term, but it's actually the entire farm. Fields with apple trees, rows of corn, and a big barn filled with hay, cows, and a tractor.

                                            >Many of the students in CHS are there, and the same group of six girls are talking between each other.

                                            >And, of course, about you.

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                                            PP: I'm serious girls, it was a big wolf.

                                            RY: See? Even Pinkie knows anon is hiding something.

                                            RD: A wolf, and can regenerate. He must be a werewolf!

                                            TS: girls, you aren't talking any sense. Werewolves don't exist.

                                            RY: Excuse me Twilight, but when you analized the hair, what conclusion did you come up to?

                                            TS: It was... animal hair... But that can't be! There must be a logical explanation as to why is he weird. He is not a werewolf.

                                            "And if I was, what's it to you?"

                                            >The girls turn at you.

                                            "Hello, thanks for inviting me."

                                            AJ: Well, look at that, the wolf came to the rooster nest.

                                            "Easy when the door is open, your grandma is a nice person."


                                            >The orange girl is the only one who hasn't lost her nerve in front of you.

                                            >Expected. Farmers have to be a bit thick of blood for their jobs, and she looks like the one who went through a lot.

                                            "... Anyway, I came here to apologize, so here."

                                            >You give the box to Pinkie Pie.

                                            "Those are cookies. I helped my mother baking them, so I hope you like them."

                                            >Pinkie takes the box slowly.

                                            "I came to apologize, I made you a mean prank, but I don't like people following me, I like my own space."

                                            PP: So... that wolf...

                                            "There was no wolf. It was my long hair and lots of garbage on me."

                                            PP: Ok...

                                            >She accepts your apologies, but it's obvious she doesn't believe you.

                                            "Well, I will enjoy the rest of the party. Thanks again for inviting me, and I'm sorry I scared you."

                                            SS: Wait, Anonymous.

                                            "Yes?"

                                            SS: Before you go, can I hold your hand?

                                            "Why?"

                                            SS: I'll be honest with you, my friends and I have magic powers, and I can read minds. So if you would like, I can read your recent memories. We will understand you, but if you don't want, I understand.

                                            "Completely volunteer, huh? I'm sorry, but I pass. I want to keep my private life, well, private."

                                            SS: Is alright. We won't mess with you again.

                                            >You nod in aproval, and leave.

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                                            RD: Why did you told him about our powers? Now he won't be close to us at all!

                                            SS: Call me insane, but after I touched you, I feel that I will discover something that I don't want to if I don't ask for permition. Anonymous is just a scary-looking man, let's leave it at that.

                                            RD: Really? No more investigation?

                                            SS: I think is for the best. Besides, look at him.

                                            >The group sees you take a red cup with cider, and sit down on a chair.

                                            SS: He has a secret, and we will respect his privacy. That is all.

                                            >The group hardly agrees, but understands.

                                            >Still, Fluttershy is still looking at you.


                                            >The day passes as it would normally do: the kids gather, they joke with their friends, gossip rumors around.

                                            >You only go back and forth between the cider barrel and your chair.

                                            >At 1 PM, plates are given and everybody gets a piece of barbecue.

                                            >You go back to your seat, and eat quietly.

                                            >Damn, the applesauce is great.

                                            >While eating, you notice a dog next to you.

                                            "Hmmm... can I help you?"

                                            >The dog it's eyeing your steak.

                                            "Want a piece? Sorry, but I can't give you one. It's uncouth to serve food to the dog at lunch."

                                            >*Sad whimper*

                                            "I know, but they did the rules, and I follow them. Besides, my mom is here, so she would be mad if she knows."

                                            >The dog tilts it's head.

                                            "Yes, I understood you. You can say I... share something in common with you."

                                            >The dog looks at you curiously.

                                            "Sorry, it's a secret."

                                            >You look at the crowd, they are distracted.

                                            >You cut a piece of your steak and give it to the dog.

                                            "Don't tell nobody."

                                            >The dog happily eats the meat.

                                            "Is it good?"

                                            >*Happy bark!*

                                            "Yup, that sauce is great. I'm Anonymous."

                                            >*Bark bark.*

                                            "Nice to meet you too Winona."

                                            >You finish your meal, and for a good time you stayed with her, speaking about random things, and sometimes petting her.

                                            >A while later, the yellow girl comes close to you.

                                            >"Oh, looks like you made a new friend."

                                            "Yup. I'm more of a dog person, so..."

                                            >"But she is so peaceful next to you. She looks like if she knew you from ever."

                                            "Happens when you talk a lot with somebody."

                                            >"Can you talk with animals?"

                                            "No, only dogs and-"

                                            >You noticed the subject of your chatting.

                                            "I think I said enough."

                                            >"Oh, is about you, sorry if I was intruding."

                                            "No, you didn't. You must think it's weird seeing a man speaking so normally with an animal."

                                            >"Not really. I can talk to animals too."

                                            "Oh, good for you."

                                            >"Honest! You don't have to feel weird."

                                            "It's not about that, is something else."

                                            >"Oh..."

                                            >The discussion just turned weird.

                                            >It's for the best. She doesn't need to get involved in your life.

                                            -----

                                            >Be Fluttershy.

                                            >For the first time, you aren't scared of Anonymous' presence.

                                            >He looks so peaceful. Maybe this can be your chance to dissipate your fears.

                                            "Anon, are you really a werewolf?"

                                            >"And if I was, what's it to you?"

                                            "Nothing, is just that... I always felt something weird when seeing you. I am afraid, but I also kind of... like you?"

                                            >He looks confused.

                                            >"Wait. I understand the fear, but like me? We don't even know each other."

                                            "I know, but something really draws me to you."

                                            >The fear presence comes back, but not because he wants to repel you. You feel him defensive.

                                            >"I think my mom is calling me, I must go."

                                            "No! Wait!"

                                            >When you two moved, you accidentally pat his head.

                                            >For a moment, the whole world stops. There's no fear, and no defensive feelings.

                                            >Instead, you are happy you got to touch his head.

                                            >".... Ruuuu."

                                            "Oh, good boy."

                                            >You only tussle his hair. The bad feelings are gone, replaced for ones like if you are patting a big husky.


                                            "Oh, you must've felt so alone, right?"

                                            >He doesn't answer, he is enjoying the headpats.

                                            >You venture further, scratching behind his ears, and under his chin.

                                            "Who's a good boy?"

                                            >"Am... am I?"

                                            "Yes, you!"

                                            >"Ahahaha!"

                                            >He looks so adorable now, having a big smile on his face and moving his right foot.

                                            >"Hahahaha!"

                                            "Oh, aren't you the cutest and nicest boy."

                                            >His stomping is loud, and he waves his hands happily.

                                            "Good boy, good boy!"

                                            >Ahaha! Arf arf!"

                                            >>"Anonymous!"

                                            >Both wake up to the real world.

                                            >Everybody is looking at you two with many reactions, and Anonymous' mom is coming.

                                            >>"So, friendly with the girls, huh?"

                                            >"Wait, m-mom, I can explain!"

                                            >>"No buts, young man.We are going now!"

                                            >She pinches anon's right ear, and carries him with her.

                                            >>"I'm sorry, thanks for inviting us, see you next time!"

                                            >Both leave the farm quickly.

                                            AJ: Fluttershy, I'm sorry but what in tarnation was that?!

                                            "I... I just..."

                                            RY: Oh my. Sorry dear, but both looked so close. Are you sure you don't like them big and scary?

                                            "No! It's a missunderstanding!"

                                            PP: Flutters and anon, sitting in a tree...!

                                            "I don't love him!"

                                            SS: Is alright Fluttershy, we believe you.

                                            RD: Speak for yourself, she had her hands on him EVERYWHERE.

                                            >You hide behind your hair.

                                            SS: Well, I believe you. But what happened?

                                            "I saw him talking to Winona, and-"

                                            TS: Wait, so he can talk with animals too?

                                            "Only dogs."

                                            TS: Hmmm... Ok, call me crazy, but I'm starting to believe he is a werewolf.

                                            RD: Wow, Fluttershy is into scary guys, and anon is a werewolf. Can this day get crazier?

                                            PP: EASTERN CINNAMON, APPLES, AND NUTS COOKIES?! Only indians know the right amount of nuts and cinnamon?!

                                            >Pinkie is going crazy with the cookies anon's mom has brought.

                                            RD: Wait, so anon is indian?

                                            TS: Native american Rainbow, there's a difference.

                                            RY: No way darling, he looks too nordic.

                                            >More questions surround anon's origins, as you only hide behind your hair, embarassed.

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                                            >"I can't believe you were so... wild, in front of people!"

                                            "I didn't wanted to! It's just that... her hands felt soft, and the patting was nice."

                                            >"Just don't knot her, that's how we concieved you."

                                            "Ah! Why did you put that image in my head! Ah!!!"

                                            >This is why you don't like to have much familiarity with your mom.