Anon in RGREldritch Equestria


                                            >Be Anon.

                                            >You think.

                                            >You're not entirely sure.

                                            >There's something strange going on with your mind at the moment. Some kind of brain fog.

                                            >You were... Doing something. Going somewhere. Existing in fewer than eight dimensions at the same time.

                                            >You rub your chin as you feel Twilight's tentacles dig around in your brain, putting it back together piece by piece.

                                            >Oh, that's right.

                                            >You remember as another piece of your fractured mind slots into place.

                                            >You were walking/moving/locomoting through the illusion of space and time of Az- Ponyville. Definitely Ponyville.

                                            >Lyra runs by, shouting something.

                                            >"Ia! Ia! Shib-Niggurath! The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!"

                                            >Oh, that goofball.

                                            >A sudden discount on oats is no reason to run around like a madmare like that.

                                            >Wait, that's right.

                                            >You bumped into her, and her saddlebags spilled out, spraying ichor everywhere, burning your flesh, tearing through the illusion and into your mind, oh GOD IT BURNS THE EYES THE EYES NO NOT THE TENTACLES MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT-

                                            >"DONE," Twilight booms in your mind, removing that particular memory.

                                            >Wait, what were you doing just now?

                                            >You blink as the facsimile of your corporeal meat shell is restored by the elder scion of The Celestial One, anchoring it back into a stable form.

                                            "Thanks for helping me get back on my feet, Twilight, but really, you don't have to jump to my help every time I trip."

                                            >"YOU ARE A FRAGILE INSECT CONSTANTLY GETTING DASHED ON THE ROCKS BY MERE ECHOES OF THE PASSAGE OF THE LESSER ONES. WITHOUT OUR POWER, YOU WOULD BE TORN TO SUCH TINY PIECES YOU'RE NOT ABLE TO COMPREHEND THEIR SIZE WITH YOUR LIMITED-DIMENSION BRAIN."

                                            "Alright, Twilight, I get that mares are stronger than stallions, but there's no need to insult my intelligence, okay?"

                                            >"IT IS MERE OBSERVATION OF THE ABSOLUTE EXISTENCE OF YOUR LIMITED BEING."

                                            "You're lucky you're cute, you purple nerd," You say, reaching behind you and scratching her between her tentacles.

                                            >"...YOU ARE LUCKY YOUR LIMITED, ELONGATED THREE-DIMENSIONAL FORM APPEARS IMMENSELY AMUSING AND CURIOUS TO WATCH."

                                            >"Yeah, you mares love my long legs, don't you?"

                                            >You stretch a leg out, striking a pose. There's a sound like a supernova going off in deep space before getting swallowed by a black hole behind you.

                                            >You chuckle as you leave the blushing princess behind.

                                            >Now that your mind's whole again, you remember what you were doing before.

                                            >You were going to Canterlot, to see Moondancer.

                                            >Making your way to the train station, you think about what just happened.

                                            >That must have been at least the hundredth time your soul got shredded to tiny bits by a being far greater than you in every possible way by complete accident.

                                            >You don't even remember the first time it happened.

                                            >Yeah, your arrival to Equestria was messy.

                                            >You woke up in a hospital, surrounded by curious ponies that were working hard to put you back together.

                                            >Celestia herself was there, her titanic attention turned towards you, watching you, crushing you, grinding you down into paste, into powder, into atoms, into quarks into nothing by her gaze alone.

                                            >Remaking you, rebuilding you, recreating you, reshaping your being. boiling your blood, boiling your mind, collecting the vapor, distilling it, dripping it back into one mass drop by drop as you screamed, howled and thrashed endlessly in unspeakable insanity...

                                            >It kind of hurt a little.

                                            >"TOO FEEBLE OF AN EXISTENCE TO PERCEIVE EVEN A SHRED OF OUR TRUE GLORY. HE NEEDS TO BE ADAPTED AND ELEVATED TO SURVIVE OR HE WILL CEASE EXISTING THE MOMENT WE LET GO OF HIM."

                                            >Yeah, apparently, your reality was incompatible with theirs, or something, as they quietly and gently explained it to you afterwards.

                                            >Kind of makes sense, you suppose, given all the ridiculous stuff you saw in the show.

                                            >So they had to put you back together, making you a little more suited to existing in Equestria.

                                            >Honestly, you didn't even feel a difference.

                                            >You still had legs, hands, all the normal stuff.

                                            >You could see the mind-rending unreality that was Canterlot in the distance, the impossible black hole/sun combination that was the palace of The Celestial One, hear it's mad song in your very heart, beating, pounding, crushing...

                                            >Yup. Completely normal.

                                            >Princess Celestia really was a swell mare. You should go visit her some time.

                                            >Not this time, though. Today is all about Moondancer.

                                            >You muse idly about mares as you make your way to Ponyville's train station.

                                            >This is the place where The Celestial's influence became impossible to resist, the flowing, aurora-like concentrations of space-time continuum flowing towards the black hole, anything that so much as got close getting dragged into them and sucked closer towards the Celestial One, the almighty being's pull impossible to resist, circling her, orbiting her, getting drawn to her.

                                            >Just like every celestial object in existence is subservient to a greater one, so was the reality subservient to the very embodiment of those forces, getting drawn into her orbit by the black hole, only to get ejected by a flare from the sun if she judged you unworthy to bask in her presence.

                                            >You appreciate the pony's engineering achievement of getting a train line built on a mountainside like this as you get closer to Canterlot, idly watching the landscape passing by from ̶b̶e̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶s̶u̶s̶p̶e̶n̶d̶e̶d̶ ̶b̶y̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶c̶r̶u̶s̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶g̶r̶a̶v̶i̶t̶i̶c̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶c̶e̶s your comfortable train cabin.

                                            >You try to scratch your nose, but your limbs won't move.

                                            >Come on, arms, move.

                                            >...

                                            >Huh.

                                            >Something's up.

                                            >Oh, that's right.

                                            >You're being ferried by concentrated waves of gravity and reality itself into the orbit of some kind of elder god that's too bizzare for you to comprehend, and if it wasn't for the god protecting you from it's own power, you would have been dead a million times over by now.

                                            >Also, there's the minor thing of everything you see and feel being adapted to your limited senses so you don't go insane for the thousandth time.

                                            >The experience of riding the tendrils of space-time is just a little too much for even the limits and adaptations they put in you to handle.

                                            >You'd be worried about suddenly remembering/comprehending such a thing (HOW MANY TIMES HAS IT BEEN NOW?!), but after they noticed that you'd just go insane almost immediately if they allowed that to happen, they removed your ability to worry about it.

                                            >Or think about it in such a way that you'd actually comprehend what is happening.

                                            >Those ponies are just too darn nice, really.

                                            >An alien shows up, and immediately collapses (or whatever happened to you, the eyes, the mouths, the TENTACLES-), and requires near-constant medical monitoring and intervention, but they gladly provide it anyway.

                                            >Though they've been incredibly patronizing, you suppose you got lucky.

                                            >You're not sure how they would have treated you if you weren't male.

                                            >The social hierarchy in Equestria is certainly different than back home.

                                            >The mares on top, the biggest one in charge, the endless drums, the screams, the rumble of entire planets slowly getting crushed in the distance, the lesser ones orbiting The Celestial in submission and awe, the-

                                            >Oh hey, it's your stop.

                                            >You hop out of the train and immediately beeline towards Moondancer's place.

                                            >Drifting down the street, you soon see it.

                                            >The entire sattelite turns, the massive eye immediately looking towards you, pulling at the gravity waves to pull you closer.

                                            >Moments later, you crash into it, getting pulled inside, deeper, sinking into it's core-

                                            >"Hey, Anon, how was your trip?" Moondancer asks, closing the door behind you.

                                            "Oh, it went fine. The trains are perfectly punctual, as usual," You reply, petting her mane.

                                            >"That's good to hear. So, would you... Oooh..."

                                            >She squirms a little as you scratch her behind the ear, the walls bulging or pulling back in places before settling back.

                                            >"S-stop that, or I'm going to... Haaa..."

                                            "Going to what, Moonie?"

                                            >You smirk as you put your second hand to use, scratching behind both ears now.

                                            >"Going to get worked... Up... Alright, that's it, you bucking tease, you brought it on yourself!"

                                            >You feel reality waver as you're pulled, dragged, forced somewhere else.

                                            >It's dizzying, crushing, maddening-

                                            >You blink as Moondancer teleports you to her bedroom, with herself already on top of you and your clothes gone.

                                            >She's good with that spell.

                                            >"I was going to take you out before doing this, you know, but now we're not going anywhere until I feel you fully inside me," She growls, furiously rubbing herself against you.

                                            "Bring it on, mooncheeks."

                                            >And she does.

                                            >You feel small as she rears back, revealing her entire cosmic being, massive, huge, incomprehensible, unknowable, maddening, crushing-

                                            >The Dancer Of The Moon is barely a lesser sattelite of The Celestial, but compared to a mortal like you, she's still a god.

                                            >You are pulled, stretched, dragged into her being, devoured, absorbed, subsumed, melted, your tiny, insignificant existence absorbed into her greater whole.

                                            >You experience thoughts and feelings beyond your previous ability to comprehend.

                                            >Her majestic size, the flowing sound of gravity waves and the tickle of solar plasma, the timeless dance of the cosmos.

                                            >You stay with her, in her, without her, part of her, none of her for a timeless moment.

                                            >Slowly, a spark of awareness returns to you as she begins to pull your scattered fragments back together.

                                            >You come to back in Moondancer's bedroom, the mare stretched out on your chest with a satisfied smile.

                                            "Damn. I think I blacked out for a moment there."

                                            >"That's what you get for sassing me, you sexy, dirty monkey. Got the ride of a lifetime, eh?"

                                            "I'm pretty sure it's because of your horse pussy, you cheater. Every time I come inside, it's mindblowing. It's an otherwordly experience Man was not built to handle."

                                            >"You have no idea," She replies, her eyes sparkling.

                                            >You stretch out your hands, running your fingers through her coat.

                                            >She groans in pleasure, the bed arching it's back before settling down, invisible tendrils caressing your ears.

                                            >You'll get up and go out soon, but for now, you're content right where you are.

                                            >In bed, casually cuddling a cute sexist mare, nothing else happening at all.