/yandere/ Mr. Pear Bear


                                            >"Oh Anon! How are we doing today?"

                                            "Fuck off."

                                            >A yellow pegasus giggles

                                            >"It almost sounded like you were saying something mean! It's ok."

                                            >It's been two weeks

                                            >Two

                                            >Weeks

                                            >You ended up in Equestria and it was as colorful as you thought it would be

                                            >The only issue was that ponies don't speak English

                                            >There's no England in Pony world

                                            >So there's no fucking English

                                            >You see that yellow has brought company this time

                                            >Purple unicorn

                                            >They neigh at each other

                                            >Purple is pretty expressive

                                            >You can almost make out their conversation from the expressions alone

                                            >Tone is a crapshoot when it comes to other noises

                                            >"This is my bestest friend, Twilight Sparkle! She's really smart and promised to help me learn more about you! Isn't that wonderful?"

                                            "Will she get me my clothing back?"

                                            >Outside of an admittedly soft rope around your neck, you've been naked for the last two weeks

                                            >The two keep talking until yellow giggles

                                            >It seems like giggling

                                            >Purple waves at you and widely opens her mouth

                                            >You can only make out "Light" and "Nice"

                                            >You furrow your brow at her

                                            >Purple tries her best to smile

                                            >Yellow pats her on the back and clears her throat

                                            >"Twilight is trying to learn how to speak Animalese! I can speak to birds, bears, balloon animals and you!"

                                            "Joy. Clothing please?"

                                            >"No no no, she doesn't have to wear clothes!"

                                            >Their conversation continues until Purple and Yellow leave

                                            >You've been sitting this entire time, legs folded with your head in your hands

                                            >The weather hasn't been bad but you've been worn down pretty bad by having to sleep outside without any coverings

                                            >You aren't Survivor Man, you can't get by on unusually soft grass alone

                                            >At least there's a small pond nearby where you can bathe

                                            >Doesn't help since your hair has gotten greasy

                                            >You miss shampoo

                                            >Yellow comes back

                                            >She has a full bag in her mouth

                                            >She stops in front of you and drops it in front of your legs

                                            >"It's lunch time! I know you must eat a whole lot, you must be a sort of pale bear! Maybe you're a pear bear!"

                                            >Your skin tone is nothing resembling a pear

                                            >You've lost the urge to fight her when she brings you food

                                            >You open the bag and see a wide variety of dried fruits, nuts, and a few flower petals for good measure

                                            >It isn't the best but you really can't afford to be choosey

                                            >You'd kill for a burger

                                            >Or a single hot dog

                                            >You sigh at the taste of it

                                            >It is nice

                                            >Within an hour of ending up in their little horse town, you were captured by Yellow

                                            >If it weren't for her maybe you could... find some sort of jerky store or something

                                            >Horses had to eat meat too

                                            >While picking apart the favorite parts from the bag, Yellow pushes her face into your lap

                                            >Almost immediately you tense up

                                            >She's licking at your crotch

                                            >You try to push her head away but her neck is surprisingly strong and unyielding

                                            >You haven't had any privacy for the last two weeks so you haven't been able to... relax at your own pace, so to say

                                            >Yellow can tell


                                            >After a long, agonizingly hard slurp, she pulls away

                                            >You try to hide your face behind the bag but you can see her face and she can see most of yours

                                            >Her mane is a little out of place

                                            >She openly licks her lips

                                            >"You are surprisingly pent up! I can tell. I know how allllllll of the animals are, both big and small!"

                                            >Her eyes dart down to your crotch

                                            >Even if she's a tiny pony you can tell that she has the look of a starved animal

                                            >"You know, you must need help with this? I've seen you rub and tug at it at night... but you never do it for long. Does it itch? Am I doing it the right way?"

                                            >You really don't want to say anything

                                            >You can't give her the satisfaction of an answer

                                            >So you don't answer

                                            >Not verbally

                                            >She frowns

                                            >But she's smiling with her eyes

                                            >"Am I doing it wrong then...? I'm so sorry for that, Mr. Pear Bear... let me try something else..."

                                            >She pushes her head back down onto your lap

                                            >You last maybe a half minute before you drop the bag

                                            >You try with all of your strength, what little you have, to force her head away

                                            >You're failing

                                            >Worse yet

                                            >She's succeeding

                                            >The sound of her mouth and her humming is far too much for even you

                                            >You scream out some half-brained exclamation

                                            >Seven heart beats later, all of your strength leaves you

                                            >You lean back and to the side, trying to avoid her incessant gaze

                                            >She gulps

                                            >Hard

                                            >Loud

                                            >Letting you know that she won

                                            >She 'helped'

                                            >"Why Mr. Pear Bear... I think I helped you. Was that what you were missing?"

                                            >You refuse to answer

                                            >"If you don't answer me... I might forget to bring you dinner tonight... so many animals need my help, even though none of you need this sort of special help."

                                            "...thank you."

                                            >You hear a melodical giggle

                                            >"It almost sounded like you were thanking me! What did I do to deserve such praise?"

                                            >This could cripple your pride further

                                            "...Thank you for taking care of that."

                                            >"Yay! Much better! You're very welcome Anonymous. Oops! I mean, Mr. Pear Bear!"

                                            >Yellow pets your bent knee with her hoof

                                            >"You know, it's supposed to get windy and cold tonight too... do you maybe need a blanket? Or bedding...?"

                                            >You see what her goal is now

                                            >You just can't bring yourself to genuinely stop her

                                            >It took two more days of giving her the cold shoulder before you finally capitulated

                                            >After two nights of chilly, windy nights

                                            >After two days of dealing with swarms of birds, small woodland critters and technicolor ponies visiting to try to emulate your language for fun

                                            >After near sixteen days of your energy waning

                                            >You allow her to get you a blanket

                                            >The evening she brought it out for you, you almost cried

                                            >You almost dozed off as soon as you felt feathery warmth cover your body

                                            >Until you felt Yellow go under the blanket too

                                            >She drained you at least three times

                                            >All through her mouth

                                            >You know this because outside of her tongue, she would make the loudest, most obscene sounds

                                            >"Oh my, you're still in need! Don't worry Mr. Pear Bear, Fluttershy is on the job!"


                                            >She calls herself that but it's a stupid name

                                            >It's probably a code name or some sort of mistranslation

                                            >After your third drain, you pass out

                                            >You had the best dream

                                            >You were back home

                                            >You had your shitty bed

                                            >Your shitty blankets

                                            >Your video games that you never played because your favorite social spot said they sucked

                                            >Your shit job

                                            >Having breakfast bratwursts and biscuits

                                            >You wake up, feeling intense strain on your body

                                            >It's Yellow again

                                            >Fluttershy

                                            >Her hooves are on your stomach

                                            >You try to grab her head and force herself away but your hands slip

                                            >You feel her drain you until there's nothing left

                                            >You don't have the capacity to stop her

                                            >Yet again

                                            >She crawls out from under the blanket, smiling

                                            >Her mouth is still messy

                                            >"Good boy, Mr. Pear Bear! I can tell you've been eating your food, you taste wonderful!"

                                            >You bring the blanket up to cover your face

                                            >If this were any other situation, you wouldn't complain that much

                                            >But this

                                            >This is just too much

                                            >You close your eyes again

                                            >Far too soon, you hear multiple ponies talking

                                            >What you think is 'talking'

                                            >"Mr. Pear Bear! My friends are here! Wakey wakey!"

                                            >Aw crap

                                            >You refuse to remove the blanket

                                            >"Pear! Peary very peary berry pear bear!"

                                            >Sounds like some sort of hyper-active female voice

                                            >"You sure this big hairy thing can buck apples?"

                                            >Some... cow poke?

                                            >"He would make a good model... I suppose. He is shaped slightly like a dragon. It could be a change to enter a new realm of fashion!"

                                            >This is definitely a different voice

                                            "Wait..."

                                            >Did you go crazy?

                                            >You can understand them now?

                                            >You rip yourself from the blanket and scramble to your hands and knees

                                            "I can understand you?!"

                                            >There are six ponies in front of you

                                            >"Wow, Twilight you did it! Mr. Pear Bear must understand us now!"

                                            >...what?

                                            >"Well it was easy, once you explained how to sound out certain words."

                                            "...can you things understand me? Send me back home. Send me back!"

                                            >"It's just a shame the spell can't translate him to us... but I'll be sure to try out some other spells! Maybe I can try on some other bears..."

                                            >Purple seems to be the mastermind for this

                                            "Someone please get me some real food. I'm dying here."

                                            >All six of them laugh

                                            >Fluttershy laughs the hardest and wipes her eye with her foreleg

                                            >"Oh my! Mr. Pear Bear was thanking us for making it so he can understand us!"

                                            "Wha-no! NO! I'm not!"

                                            >You stand up, ready to rip the wings off of Yellow

                                            >Only to be reminded that you're still naked

                                            >Five of the six ponies gasp

                                            >Fluttershy gives you a dark smile for a split second

                                            >Her expression changes almost instantly to an innocent gasp

                                            >"Oh my! Mr. Pear Bear is awake and agitated! Quick girls, go get what I mentioned! We have only an hour until he goes into an angry rage!"

                                            >"Got it!"

                                            >"Roger!"

                                            >"Keep him busy Shy!"

                                            >"Boy howdy, I... r-right!"

                                            >"By Celestia I have to take THAT into consideration for tailoring?!"

                                            >Like a bad action party, five of the six sprint or fly or... poof...?

                                            >All of them vacate


                                            >That just leaves you with Fluttershy

                                            >She puffs out her chest and steps up to you

                                            >"Oh Mr. Pear Bear... don't act so mean. Now sit down. They're all fetching you some really good things. And I promised them that you would help them out. So you get to go out and help out everypony!"

                                            >You don't move

                                            >Her smile turns to a grin

                                            >Her eyes narrow

                                            >"Momma said."

                                            >She raises up her hoof and punches it into your open, exposed crotch

                                            >"SIT. DOWN."

                                            >No matter how frustrated you may be, a kick to the jewels is a fucking kick to the jewels

                                            >You drop down on your ass, your hands covering your gun and grenades

                                            >Her grin widens even further

                                            >You'd ask why the long face but she's a fucking talking yellow horse

                                            >"Good boy."

                                            >She bites down on your hand and pulls it away

                                            >Thankfully she doesn't use her teeth that much

                                            >Without hesitation she goes back to draining you

                                            >More aggressively this time

                                            >You aren't sure which is worse

                                            >How it's starting to hurt with how hard she's attempting to devour you

                                            >Or that it isn't even taking you all that long to react the way she wants you to