Anonfilly Sips Tea or Something


                                            >You take a sip of warm tea while your gaze falls on a distant Ponyville bathed in yellowish-orange sunlight.

                                            >Celestia moves her sun ever closer to the horizon bit by bit.

                                            >You idly wonder what she's up to right nos but you push that away and take another warm sip.

                                            >Magic is a wonderful, wonderful thing.

                                            >Your tea remains comfortably warm even all the way out here on this hill.

                                            >Your eyes fall to the cup between your hooves.

                                            >You catch your reflection and almost lose yourself in it before the silence is broken.

                                            >"You know," Twilight begins.

                                            >You look up and bring your sight just above your cup and over the tea set to the lavender alicorn.

                                            >She gives you a content, albeit confused, smile.

                                            >"Of all the things I expected when I woke up this morning,"

                                            >She takes a sip.

                                            >"This wasn't one of them."

                                            >You open your mouth to respond but words just don't come.

                                            >Twilight continues regardless.

                                            >"Honestly. I woke up and just lied there for half an hour dreading what I was going to have to deal with today. Maybe a note form Cheerilee about some choice words you've said in front of your peers or maybe you get a wild tail hair and decide you are going to use spike to send something gross to Princess Celestia."

                                            >She continues to list emphasize each point with her wings.

                                            >"I'm still trying to dismantle that pyramid scheme of yours. Maybe you'll have goaded my friend's sisters into trying to break glass with their voices again. Heck maybe even a monster attack."

                                            >Her left primary coming down on a right pinion with each thought.

                                            >Several pinions later she comes out her train of thought with a blush and clears her throat.

                                            >"The point is that this is really nice. Uncharacteristically so. I don't think we've ever done anything like this before and I'm glad we aren't arguing over something and we just got to talk."

                                            >You really don't know what to say to that.

                                            >All you manage is a helpless smile and a blush.

                                            >You take another sip to drown out the awkward.

                                            >Normally you could deal with being put on the spot when you were giving somepony shit but not this.

                                            >You don't often hear compliments so you kinda don't know how to respond to them.

                                            >As if picking up on the fact, Twilight continues.

                                            >"Don't get me wrong, Anon. You drive me up the wall but that doesn't mean I don't like you. You are going to be a filly for a long time and I know you act out because its my fault. I understand. I'd be upset too. But that doesn't mean you can't grow to enjoy it I can't grow from your estranged caretaker to friend."

                                            >Okay, you were expecting sappy bullshit when you invited her here for tea but what the fuck?

                                            >Not that you mind but…

                                            >You place your cup down and run a hoof along your mane.

                                            "Laying it on kinda thick there ain'tcha, Purple?"

                                            >She just smiles.

                                            >It makes you smile.

                                            >Dumb cunt.

                                            >She magics away the tea set but leaves the blanket.

                                            >"I mean it though. Deflect all you but we will talk about this."

                                            "Listen, I'm not about to start talking about my feelings or not-"

                                            >Twilight stands and closes the distance between the both of you before you can protest.

                                            >She's hugging you.

                                            >Hooves and wings wrapped around you like… like some dumb thing.

                                            >You try and keep your shit together but you feel yourself start to lose the battle.

                                            >Mercifully however, she lets go and rises to her full height before you do.

                                            >You play it cool.

                                            "That was gay."

                                            >"Yes, and it made you gay too but that's besides the point."

                                            >You get the joke but it falls flat for you.

                                            >It really didn't.

                                            >Only accomplished the opposite honestly.

                                            >"We don't have to talk about anything right now but just know that I'd like to, okay?"

                                            >She starts to trot down the hill.

                                            >"Just think about it."

                                            >You watch her go and are left with three feelings anda thought.

                                            >You still feel the lingering sensation of her hooves and wings around you.

                                            >You feel a horrible tightness in your chest that threatens to burst fourth from your throat.

                                            >You feel a terrible bittersweetness that you can almost taste.

                                            >And all of it contrasts so greatly with the thought you have it makes you want to laugh at the absolute absurdity of it all.

                                            >Twilight magicked the tea set away and used her wings to emphasize points but uses neither of those to make her exit and hoofs it instead.

                                            >Stupid dumb horse thing.

                                            >You hiccup.

                                            >You have to wipe your eyes cause the hiccup made them leak.

                                            >Stupid hiccup.

                                            >It happens again and your eyes get leakier.

                                            >One might say you were trying to sob but they'd be fuckin liars.

                                            >You look at Ponyville from atop your hill again.

                                            >You look at a stupid purple speck on the next hill over getting smaller as it moves away.

                                            >Everything is bathed in an orange hue now as the sun still creeps ever closer towards the West horizon.

                                            >It won't be long now.

                                            >Okay, so maybe you are crying now.

                                            >In equal parts happiness to to all the sorrow.

                                            >And dread.

                                            >The worst part is that today was-

                                            >"Perfect."

                                            >Startled, you look over to your left just in time to see Pinkie Pie sitting on the blanket with you with an oddly subdued smile on her face.

                                            >She is also facing west.

                                            >"Today was perfect."


                                            >You'll never get used to that bullshit.

                                            "How do you-"

                                            >"Shush, silly filly. You won't get an answer out of me unless you can tell me why you made our friends last day perfect. Not a teensy weensy peep 'til then."

                                            >How…

                                            >"And maaaaaybe a little birdie told me that today was totally the end of everything as we know it and everything you did today made a heck of a lot more sense than 'Woowie, Anon sure turned over a new leaf today for no reason whatsoever!'"

                                            >Instead of dwelling on that…whaterver that was…you take the easier pill to swallow and find that you can't get it down either.

                                            >Why did you do this for them?

                                            >You did chores for Appul, modeled fru fru crap for Marshmallow, played rabbit sitter for Butterflutter, stroked Blue Fast's hot, wet, slick and steamy…

                                            >Ego.

                                            >You baked and pranked with pink horse and brought Twilight up here and didn't give any of them shit all day as you normally do.

                                            >If anything you planned on being an even bigger shit and doing some truly vile things cause it was the end but instead, well… you know the rest.

                                            >You really don't have an answer.

                                            >"Thank you."

                                            "Huh?"

                                            >"For caring enough to do all of this. It means a lot to me for what its worth."

                                            >You sniffle, trying to take control of yourself enough to speak.

                                            >It takes you a lot longer than you like, the sun noticeably lower.

                                            >You have questions.

                                            >There are things you'd like to ask but there just isn't that much time now.

                                            >As the sun sinks toward the horizon you feel an unnaturally cold wind begin to blow softly at your back.

                                            >It sends shivers down your spine and you let out a little whine.

                                            >Pinkie turns her head to look back and… and…

                                            >Her little smile melts into horror.

                                            >You need to say something.

                                            >Anything.

                                            >Witnessing Ponk's face do that is almost more frightening than knowing what's coming.

                                            >If you don't do anything you know you'll drown in your fear and start screaming and crying and never stop.

                                            "I-Is it worth a hug?" you ask, your quavering voice louder than you intended in near panic.

                                            >That manages to rip her trembling gaze from whatever it is she saw long enough to look at you.

                                            >There is a low ominous groan behind you like the sound of an impossibly large beast in pain mixed with the sundering of a great sheet of metal underwater.

                                            >Both of you flinch but you press on.

                                            >Its the only thing you can do not to scream

                                            "What its worth t-to you n' junk! Is it worth a hug?"

                                            >It takes far to many seconds for understanding to dawn on the pink pony.

                                            >Far to many noises of the approaching calamity occur in those seconds.

                                            >No doubt they were hearing this in Ponyville now.

                                            >"Yes. Yes it is, Nonny."

                                            >She scooches closer to you on your little unimportant blanket and throws her hooves around you in a tight hug.

                                            >You wished her hooves blocked out the sounds but at least her chest blocked you from seeing what was coming.

                                            >That fleeting thought was a mistake.

                                            >Slowly, you turn your head so your eyes peek under one of her pink limbs and you see.

                                            >Oh god you see.

                                            >Miles away, lie a encroaching wall of yawning black where all light seems to just stop.

                                            >The lands and trees and other things are being engulfed from the east alarmingly fast.

                                            >You start to scre-

                                            >And its gone.

                                            >The land, the black, and even Pinkie Pie.

                                            >You find yourself floating on a field of stars.

                                            >"You know, Anonymous, you could just try being polite and friendly and they would accept you readily and wholeheartedly as a friend rather than a nuisance or a villain. They've done the same for me."

                                            >Startled, you turn around just in time to catch a blue hoof on your nose before your eyes shoot open and you find yourself staring at a crystal ceiling.

                                            >Was that a-

                                            >Fuck.

                                            >Stupid fucking dreams.

                                            "Stupid fucking alicorns trying to get you to talk about your feeling like some kinda gay… uh… Gay."

                                            >You turn over on your fuzzy green side to get out of bed only to see a displeased purple alicorn.

                                            >Go fucking figure.

                                            "Well…"

                                            >She teleports a bar of soap to herself and she beckons you to the door with a hoof.

                                            "Shit."