>You are Anonymous. 
>A student and part of your collages local football team. 
>Groggily, you push yourself off the ground. 
>You are nowhere near the designated party area. 
>In fact, you seem to have woken up in a cave system of some sort. 
>You take out your phone and try calling your best friend for a pick up. 
>No signal.
>Your eyes dart around anxiously.
>Okay Anon, think rationally.
>How did you even end up in a place like this?
>Maybe you just partied too hard and ended up… wherever this is. 
>A win isn’t to be taken lightly by borderline alcoholic college students, after all. 
>You've gotten into some... predicaments while pissed off your ass before, but nothing like this.  
>It has to be some elaborate senior joke. 
>Yes, that's right.
>Some respect these guys have for their school mascot.
”Guys, this isn’t funny!” you call out into the darkness, the only response being an echo. 
>Trudging on forward, you use your phone as a makeshift flashlight as you make your way through the cave. 


>There's a multitude of tunnels.
>Any way could be the way out.
>Feeling a strong current of wind, you tremble a bit. 
>If there’s a gust, that means there’s an opening.
”Now do I go towards or away… does it matter?” you mumble, rubbing your temples. 
>What you would give for a glass of water right about now. 
>You swivel around to face where the gust is coming from and jog towards it.
”I’m never going to hear the end of—” You scream like a little bitch as you nearly fall through an opening in the floor. 
>At the last second, you swing your armbs back, trying to mimic a bird as you catch your balance.
>Laughing anxiously, you turn and keep going, only to get a face full of bats who push you back into the hole.
>The screming starts again.
>It's like the slide of a waterpark but considerably more painful.
>Seconds pass as you roll towards your supposed demise. 
>In that time you've come to the conclusion that gravity is a cold hearted bitch.
>Landing face first in a mound of soft dirt, the hood of your costume falls over your head. 
>You groan in pain as you slide onto the hardened earth below. 
>Jumping up onto your feet to shake some dirt off, you're relieved that nothing seems to be broken. 
>You move your arms and legs around, in a very dance like maneuver, as you double check nothing's broken.


>Signing in relief that you don't even feel a sprain, you scan your surrounding area. 
>This seems to be a large cavern system, although you still can’t see much. 
>Crap, the phone.
>Scampering back on top of the mound, you quickly snatch the device that seems to have landed not far off from where you did. 
>Lifting your hood a bit with one hand, you wipe dust of the screen of your phone with the thumb of your other.  
>Luckily it doesn’t seem to be damaged either. 
>As terrible as this prank is, you crack a smile as you slide back down the sift dirt.
>Nothing gets past... you.
>Looking up, you see short yet broad silhouettes quickly surround you. 
>You to reel back and drop your phone.
>The sound of the screen shattering is almost comical considering what your facial expression must look like right now. 
>You try to make out the contour of their form as your eyes adjust to the darkness. 
>They almost seem like the team in their respective gear, yet hunched over. 
>You start laughing in relief. 
”Man, you guys went above and beyond with this. You got me, but I hope you guys plan to pay—” 
>As you step closer you realize that they are rather large bipedal canine creatures. 
>You immediately shut your mouth. 
>You quickly jump back, tripping over a rock in the process. They approach in response. 


”S-s-stop!” you yell as you make a pathetic attempt to kick up debris into their faces. 
>The figures stop and make a series in an unintelligible grunts and whimpers to each other. 
>Your brow furrows in confusion.
>Oddly enough, there seems to be some structural complexity behind the ‘words’. 
>Despite how fascinating it is, it’s still horrifying to you and you cry out, as they try to grab you again.
>You despirately kick them away. 
”Alright. I see it now. Someone gave me drugs at the party. That has to be it…” You force a laugh. 
>The dogs all come in to grapple you and in one last attempt to defend yourself, you pick up the rock and chuck it at one of them. 
>Unfortunately you miss. 
>There’s a reason why you’re not the actual team. 
>[spoiler]...Still important though.[/spoiler]
>One of the dogs chases after the rock, and fetches it, dropping it a few inches in front of you. 
”Uhh… Good dog?” 
>The dogs grunt to eachother again and grab you.
>They lift you up over them with ease, making you struggle once more. 
“W-wait, this really isn’t necessary guys.” 
One of them growls in your direction and you try your best to curl up defensively. 
”O-okay,” you barely choke out, tears starting to form. 


>You try and relax as you are hauled down the rabbit—or dog, in this case—hole of impending doom. 
>If you’re going out, you’re going out like a man. 
>A crying man, but a man nonethe less.

____


”This place is the fucking best.”  
>You let you a boisterous laugh, as you drink some cider from a stone cup. 
>A feminine looking dog comes over to refill your cup. 
”Haha. Fuck off, Max,” you command, taking a large swig. 
>Most of these dogs has been given a generic dog name by you. 
>You can't help but be reminded of 'where the wild things are' given your situation.
>Wild is your middle name, afterall. 
>You seem to be in a dining area, which also seems to contain what you assume are stolen loot and goods. 
>That doesn’t concern you, apparently. 
>For the most part these dogs don’t seem hostile. 
>In fact, they seem to think you're one of them thanks to the mascot costume. 
Another dog leans in and speaks to you in his series of grunts and growls.  
>You chuckle and take a bite of your turkey drum and point at him. “Good one, Copper.” 
Max grunts a bit and leans in closer to observe your turkey causing you to immediately pull the drumstick away. 
”No. Bad dog!” You scold, waving your finger at her. 
>She gives you the cutest puppy dog eyes you have ever seen in response. 
>You chose to ignore it, however. 
>There's no way you're falling for any cute trick by anything. 


>You're still a manly man on a football team.
>Finishing your meal off, you toss the bone. 
>The once pitiful looking thing rushes to catch it, rough housing with another to maintain control over her prize. 
”Haha, dumb dogs— H-he-hey.” 
>One of the larger males drags you off. 
>You manage to grab an apple off the table and stash it in your pocket before you are pulled away. 
”I’m drinking here.” You yell to no avail. 
>He dons armor on your upper body. 
>That's weird.
>These guys aren't even wearing gambeson undernieth it. 
>Good thing you have clothes or this would chafe like crazy.
>He then hands you a spear.
”Wait, I actually have to work for food? This place is the fucking worst.” 
>You grasp the spear firmly and size the dog up. 
>Who are you kidding? You have no idea how to actually fight. 
>You were always the charismatic guy that never had to. 
>Wincing as the dog moves to leave the room, you quietly follow. 
>Nahh.


”You guys might want to get some support beams down here, I’ll sue if I get caught in a cave in.”
>...
”I wonder if you guys know how to deal with methane, I don’t want to drop dead. Ohh, do you have those little bird cages?” 
>... 
"How do you get air in here?"
>...
”I once read in a book that you can get pneumonia from the fungus that grows on bat droppings in caves like this one.” 
>... 
”Do you guys ever have to deal with flooding?” 
>... 
”Where the fuck am I anyway?” 
>The dog groans in obvious discomfort but otherwise ignores you. 
>You are quite aware that he can’t understand you, but you often run your mouth when you’re anxious.  
>Some bit of walking later, you find yourself in a crude dungeon. 
>You use the end of your spear to make a series of clacks through the bars as you walk. 
>This guy doesn’t seem to be appreciating the added noise. 
>You think you’ll name him Lassy. 
>You stop in your tracks. 


>The cell before you contains some of the most adorable creatures you have ever seen.
>They shudder, muttering little squeaky neighs and nickers as they observe you. 
>The sound you just made would made a highschool asian girl in a petting zoo proud.
>You rush over immediately and grasp cage bars, rattling it violently, making the ponies scramble to the back of the cell. 
”Holy fuck, you are so cute.” 
>you say not even caring at how much a faggot you sound like. 
>The little equines splay their ears to show discomfort. 
”Ohh gosh, don’t be scared, little guys,” you coo. 
>There’s one larger equine and some younger tinier ones. 
>Your heart stops as you notice they even have little costumes and props. 
>The tiny horses start visibly shaking at your manic, toothy grin. 
>Hopping back away, you turn to your dog companion and point at the cage. 
”Can I please pet them?” 
>The confused canine looks at your hand, then his eyes travel to the cage. 
”Please.” you beg. 
>You throw yourself at his feet- paws. Pawfeet. 
"I'll be quiet. I'll never ask for anything ever again."
>He rolls his eyes, and grumbles something.


"Just five minutes, I swear-"
>He barks at you, making you curl up defensively again.
>Sighing, he makes his way to the thick barred cage, he nods and shoves one of many keys into the lock. 
>An almost eerie clanking sound echos through the tunnels as he shifts through the set trying to find the right one. 
>When you hear the keys jingle, you get up, eyes brightening. "Ohh thank you so much. You won't regr-"
>He growls again, baring his teeth.
>The largest pony steps out of the bunch and looks back to the smaller equines, before approaching the cell door with a stern defiant face.
>What you presume is a female has bright green fur and a rosey pink mane striped with white. 
>No way in hell could she be the mother to all these, but she seems defensive anyways. 
>Thinking about the possibilities of being a tiny horse sitter, you chuckle. 
>Your expression then deadpans as a realization hits you, causing her to step back. 
>You are sitting a tiny horse, that’s sitting even tiny horses. 
>This place isn’t so bad after all. 
>The lock clacks and the cage opens making you swing it open to get inside. 
>Getting on one knee you show her a little magic trick, making your apple seemingly appear out of thin air.  
>Either towards the apple or your old party trick, her ears perk up in interest and her lips tremble a bit as she slowly approaches you. 
>You hear the door lock behind you, presumably to keep the equines from running around and getting themselves hurt. 
>She gives the apple light tentative licks before snatching it out of your hand. 
>Taking a few steps back to make sure she’s out of reach, she takes a massive bite out of it.


She seems tame, getting her to literally eat out of your hand. 
>You take this as a sign of approval and reach over to scratch her behind the ear, making her tense up. 
>She looks back up to you in fear, before passing the rest of the apple off to the smaller horses. 
>”It's okay… I don’t know any generic horse names.” you mutter. 
>Making broader strokes from her twitching ear to the base of her neck. She shudders and pants, lightly pressing her head into your hand with added enthusiasm. 
>You can almost hear soft deep moans under her breath. 
>Slowly inching forward, you wrap your arms around her, making the small creature cry out through clenched teeth. 
>She weakly tries to push you back, but you don’t ease up. 
>Sinking your nails into her back for a good scratching session, her body seems to gradually give in. 
>The tinier horses seem frightened and confused, some averting their eyes. 
>You'll get to them next time.
>Sitting back and crossing your legs, you pull the pony onto your lap facing away from you. 
>You hold her firmly, giving her little room to writhe in pleasure as you rub her torso. 
>With ragged baited breaths she squirms further into your lap, making your hold on her even more absolute. 
>Her ears seem to flicker almost playfully as you continue your assault. 
>You free a hand traveling up the underside of her muzzle for a light series of scratches. 
>Her legs start lightly kicking again once you reach down to scratch at her lower belly. 
>Shame seems to override her faltering defiant glare. 


>You however, don’t notice, tending to space out when you pet smaller furry creatures. 
>Not that you usually do that, being a football star.
>Suddenly she squirms as she arches her back farther than you thought possible for any equine. 
>Trailing your hand further up you hold her ear gently between two fingers and rub them in a circular motion. 
>It seems to push the cute little horse over the edge. 
>She cries out loudly and falls limp in your grasp. 
>”Huh, that was weird,” you say, awkwardly placing her wearied form onto the ground before exiting the cell. 
>The dog’s face seems expressionless as he lets you out and points down the hall. 
>He probably wants you to quit fooling around to finish your rounds. 
>You smile and wave the ponies goodbye. 
>The tiny ones continue looking at you fearfully.
>The mare just lays there gasping. 
>You’re not sure where you are or how you got here, but you don’t mind waiting it out until someone comes to find you.
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