Out of the jungle.


                                            >You are Twilight.

                                            >And you had to oversee Anon.

                                            >She keeps taking about how she was in the 69th, and sleeps with a wooden stick she calls a "Mosin".

                                            >She is always afraid. Always scanning the area for "charlie". You never got what it meant.

                                            >But this was rare. You saw her sleeping for once, not weeping, but peaceful.

                                            >You could see her little belly rise up and down with each breath, the harness gave a little jangle each time she breathed, but Anon didn't seem to mind.

                                            >She doesn't have her helmet on, so you see her messy hair on the floor.

                                            >Her boots were covered in mud, dirt, and so fourth, but every morning, they'd shine.

                                            >She was quite troublesome at first. Waking up at 5 in the morning just for a run.

                                            >But then there are days were she feels ultimately alone.

                                            >Were she refused to go near the woods.

                                            >Were she started aiming the Mosin at ponies when a loud sound went off.

                                            >Or when she was just crying silently.

                                            >"This is my rifle." She would say. "There are many like it, but this one is mine."

                                            >You never understood.

                                            >You lifted her with magic and take the helmet left on the floor with you.

                                            >You unbuckled her harness and opened the door to her room.

                                            >You lay her down, and this is the first time you've actually been inside the room.

                                            >You respected her privacy, but now you see something.

                                            >It's a patch for some unknown nation, it was with white stars, a blue box containing the stars, along with red stripes.

                                            >A note that was about "communism", calling it evil.

                                            >Those weird little screws she would place in her mosin.

                                            >Most seemed quite odd. But you see something, it's another note.

                                            >"I've learnt what it meant. My dad fought alongside the Soviets during WWII, and picked up this Nagant. But I've never bothered with Russian, until now I thought it was just another Ivan's name."

                                            >"But only now, do I see why this rifle survived."

                                            >And in the bottom there is some random letters. You can't make sense of it.

                                            >зa нaши гpeхи


                                            >Be Dash.

                                            >You're flying around early as pinkie wanted you to collect 5 clouds by 5:30 in the morn.

                                            >You never asked Pinkie why she wanted clouds, but you just assumed that she is gonna make a cupcake somehow.

                                            >"I see that red door and I want it painted black."

                                            >Hey! That's Anon! She's up early.

                                            "Hey twerp, how are you doing?"

                                            >"Oh, hey Dash, just doing a quick 5."

                                            "Five what?"

                                            >"Miles."

                                            >You are confused. You understood she was athletic, but still. Even five miles is a bit too much.

                                            "Hey, don't push yourself to hard."

                                            >"I'm on my last mile, I'll be done soon."

                                            >You stopped, taking a good look at Anon as she ran off.

                                            >Her little harness, water bottle, helmet, and whatever kept making noises.

                                            >And then there was her stick she carried, along with some block with a handle.

                                            >She always yelled that she'll kill everyone if they touch it, and of course, the last time you touched it you remember when Anon bit onto your tail and held on for 10 minutes.

                                            >She's strange. But that didn't stop her, every time somepony criticized her for wearing suits rather than dresses, she'd get angry and diss them.

                                            >You never thought you'd hear the word proustite coming out of a filly.

                                            >She was quite cute though.


                                            >Be Anon.

                                            >You're attendeding school.

                                            >Cheerlie was actually very nice. You didn't mind her as much as the rest of these assholes.

                                            >Diamond Tiara was bully 101.

                                            >Along with what you assumed was her bed buddy, Silver Spoon.

                                            >As always you showed up 30 minutes early to study like your college days.

                                            >You understood most material, but you played along.

                                            >"Charlie! Look Anon."

                                            >You got the joke, and it took you awhile to get adjusted to someone saying charlie. But still you do get some episodes.

                                            >Diamond Tiara chuckles as you pay no mind to her.

                                            >"Hey Anon!"

                                            "What?"

                                            >"Why do you wear that ugly shirt? Get some nice clothes! I mean even the beret looks stupid."

                                            >Pay no mind, they're just some kiddos.

                                            >"Well, whatever. When you start talking, then maybe I'll consider calling you a friend."

                                            >Bitch. You knew she was being edgy on purpose, probably puberty and all that hormone crap: and of course, people wanted you two to fight, but this wasn't 'Nam, nor Earth.

                                            >There was no need for violence. No need for someone to pull a trigger on their rifle.

                                            >No need to even fight with hooves. You just wanted to be left alone with your tunes.

                                            >"Blech, you listen to rock? What band is that? Actually I don't care."

                                            >Silver Spoon smacks you on the back of the head. You give her the stink eye and she backs off before spitting on you.

                                            >You went through the day. Bored as hell while everyone was struggling to take notes on multiplication.

                                            >The stain mark of Silver's spit is gone from your olive drab blouse.

                                            >Now it was recess. And you spent it alone as always.

                                            >You recall the day you arrived for the first time in the classroom.

                                            >Cheerlie called you to present yourself, and you stood still like a statue.

                                            >You looked around, picking up every clique rather easily.

                                            >Then you spoke for the first time in that class. Those words that made everyone confused. Making people call you "School Army".

                                            "Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a mare of wealth, and taste."

                                            >You sat there alone. Listening to your little portable radio. You still got reception in Equestrian, however, you didn't know.any frequency that could lead to military lines. Not like they'll hear you anyway.

                                            >"Watch out!"

                                            >You see the red ball coming forwards you at bullet speed, unamused, you just smacked it away.

                                            "Please be careful next time."

                                            >"Sorry Anon! Ah didn't mean it."

                                            >Applebloom. She and her trio of crusaders sat in front of you, all clearly looking curious.

                                            "Something up?"

                                            >"Yeah, I want to know about your cutie mark Anon! It's so pretty!"

                                            >"Heck yeah! It's almost as awesome as Dash! I never knew any pony would get a cutie mark like that."

                                            "So you waited a month just to ask?"

                                            >Scoots looked at you.

                                            >"Well, we crusaders tend to solve our problems by ourselves. "

                                            >Whyareyoufuckinglying.jpg

                                            "Okay. So what do you want to know?"

                                            >"Where ya' got it silly! I wanna know where ya grabbed it."

                                            "Born with it."

                                            >They all have jaws open.

                                            >"Anon! You had a talent at birth?"

                                            >"That's so rare! You should talk to Twilight about that!"

                                            "It's just a tattoo on our butts, I don't see much importance in them."

                                            >"Maybe, Anon's cutie mark means Anon is a mystery solver."

                                            >"No! That would be three marks then! She is clearly a mysterious person, so she could be a spy."

                                            >Spy.

                                            >You stare off, looking at the trees behind the playground.

                                            >The Soviets had spies within the states, and you've had a couple in their country.

                                            >You were told before joining the Arny that those damn KGB were everywhere.

                                            >You just assumed it was like WW2 style espionage. Just go in and get some info.

                                            >No. They made examples of people who were deemed traitors in their motherland.

                                            >"Anon?"

                                            >Snapping back to reality so you could spoonfeed the fillies some bullshit, you smile a bit at them.

                                            "Well, I hope I answered any questions y'all wan-"

                                            >"You're disgusting Anon! I've never seen any-"

                                            "Shut the fuck up while I'm speaking, I don't want failed abortion spit on my uniform."

                                            >Tiara scrunched.

                                            >She looked at you. Anger in her eyes.

                                            >"Well, nopony likes you!"

                                            "That's a false statement you cunt. Try to back it up with some shit at least. I could bet money that your parents felt your cunt levels go through the roof when papa ejaculated inside that whore you call a mother."

                                            >You weren't holding back. You hated bullies. A lowlife who thinks they can take out their anger on anyone.

                                            >Even in the 69th, people who thought they were just gonna come in 'nam, shoot some gooks, then leave like in the movies are typically the first to get shot.

                                            >"Now you're just making up words! Eh-gah-cu. Whatever! My daddy will sue you!"

                                            "Yeah, go on ahead. Like he can bribe the mayor, or judge Derpy.

                                            >Tiara is furious. But she ain't even within 20 feet of you.

                                            >" Hey, Anon. Maybe you shouldn't yell-"

                                            >Ohfuckno.webm(Wait. What's a webm?)

                                            >Didn't matter, this faggot was making your blood boil.

                                            >And you wanted to just end it by telling her the truth.

                                            "Look princess, no one cares about who your daddy is. He is not Luna, Celestia, or even Discord."

                                            >"But he's-"

                                            "A cuck, yes we all know. Now let me finish: I don't care what you say to me to be completely honest. I just want you to stop being a bitch who grinds on daddy's dick while he does your hair."

                                            >"W-well. You're a bitch!"

                                            >"Anon! Tiara! Inside now!"

                                            >Cheerlie made Tiara's ears go down, while you just had that poker face of yours.

                                            >You look around to see all those fillies around you, all having that same "You said a bad word" face.

                                            >Okay, you got carried away.

                                            >"Anon, are you crying?"

                                            >What? You thought it was just sweat from pure rage.

                                            >You walk to the classroom.

                                            >As expected, the only thing to happen was the basic lecture and stay after school.

                                            >You continued on with the day, basic multiplication. Then finally, it was the end.

                                            >Twilight assigned Pinkie to pick you up on this day.

                                            >Oh boy. You're definitely not a fortunate son.

                                            >Be Pinkie.

                                            >You really, really, really, really like this day.

                                            >Because you get to see Anon. After all, you weren't able to see her after the first party.

                                            >When the party cannon went off, Anon yelled "Gooks in the wire!", and dived for cover.

                                            >You assumed it was a game, but silly you didn't realize she was hurt.

                                            >Anon dove into glass cups, but she just stayed behind the table. Barely moving.

                                            >Creeeepyy...

                                            >But Nonnie was in the classroom.

                                            >You see that precious angel squatting on the ground, along with Diamond Tiara sitting in a desk.

                                            >"B-but, Anon started it!"

                                            >"I was merely responding to you after you were being a bully."

                                            >Cheerlie facehooves. Cute.

                                            >But Anon had no idea you were there.

                                            >Now is the chance! You almost never got to surprise hug Anon.

                                            >You just wanted to feel that cute beret on you cheek, and that cool uniform over you body.

                                            >You lean really far back to pounce on Anon.

                                            "Surprise!"

                                            >Anon was the first to turn around and reach into her blouse.

                                            >Tiara and Cheerlie were surprised, but Anon was with that poker face.

                                            >You embrace her, feeling her soft fur around you forehooves.

                                            "How's my cutie doing?"

                                            >"I'm not cute."

                                            >You giggle, as you then look up to Cheerlie.

                                            "Hiya Cheerlie!"

                                            >"Hello Ms. Pie, Ummm, we need to talk."

                                            "For what?"

                                            >"Well you see-"

                                            >"That little punk was being rude to my daughter."

                                            >You look to see it's Filthy Rich. He is with his snout high. Silly, he'll get hurt that way if he doesn't look where he's going.

                                            >You sit on one of the student's desk, Rich just stood there.

                                            >"So, Your daughter has admitted to be-"

                                            >He lifts a hoof at Cheerlie, before speaking his hair.

                                            >"Your point being? Look she can be rude to losers. I earn top notch when it comes to money. Yet, here you are complaining, making me waste my time."

                                            "But Mr. Rich, everyone in town is a friend for one another."

                                            >He facepalms. What? Didn't he like your party?

                                            >"Listen sweetheart, I can buy either of you. So I demand an apology."

                                            >Anon got up, straightening her beret.

                                            >You weren't going to put up with this. Pinkie is overly sensitive, but she is your legal guardian.

                                            >You stared at that money grabbing pony, staring at him.

                                            >His smug ass face looks back, like he has placed fear into you.

                                            >"Well? Me and my daughter are waiting."

                                            "Go fuck yourself, you smegma licking horse."

                                            >He furrows his eyebrows.

                                            >"Listen Honey, I don't care if those ponies are the elements, don't act like your hot stuff."

                                            "Who said that? I'm just stating that I haven't heard an apology either, I just want to go home, finish P.T, clean my Mosin, eat, and finally sleep."

                                            >"But hasn't anyone told you to enjoy the little things in life, like a garden party?"

                                            >He smirks, knowing you never went to one of those.

                                            "Look, when you are sweating your balls off in a dark jungle under constant threat that somebody might slit your throat. Maybe we can negotiate."

                                            >He scoffs.

                                            >"Listen kid, nopony cares about your original character. Oooo he's spooky, and he breaths fire, and he-"

                                            "Killed two men and earned a medal for it, but was shamed when he spared one who was just a kid."

                                            >You feel Ponka's hoof over your shoulder. She wanted to go.

                                            >You look at her, nodding as you try to pat her head. But end up booping her.

                                            "As for Ms. Cheerlie, I apologize for me being informal about dealing with Diamond Tiara, I suppose stress builds up. I'll refrain from doing it in the future."

                                            >You get up, still feeling Pinkie's hoof around you. She was kinda cuddly.

                                            >"Hey, Anon. Do you mind singing that one song for me? It's fall after all."

                                            >You see her smile as this is the first time she probably ever took things slow

                                            >You smile back and open your pie hole to sing out loud.

                                            "All the leaves are brown, and the sky is gray."

                                            >You continue with both of you singing merrily down to the castle.

                                            >Maybe you'll go for a walk, on a winter's day.

                                            >"Clair De Line."

                                            >That's what Anon called a song which was actually titled "Luna's light."

                                            >You would assume such an iconic song would never be mistitled.

                                            >Yet, when Anon showed up for the first time. She showed little to no knowledge on who she was, what year it was, nor even the battle of Canterlot, which resulted in major injuries on both sides, along with thee million in damage.

                                            >But no deaths, it's been a while since a proper war broke out. Maybe 800 years.

                                            >Yet, as the second youngest princess you still had to look at fearless guards, and the Wonderbolts.

                                            >They were so brave. You always were happy to know Equestria was never in danger.

                                            >"Oh Twily!"

                                            >You looked over to Pinkie, who had Anon under her arm.

                                            >She waved as you smiled and waved back to her and the adorable Filly.

                                            >Glimmer has yet to meet Anon, since she was in Canterlot.

                                            >But, you were gonna spill the beans about a trip.

                                            "Hiya, Anon. Do you remember Glimmer?"

                                            >"No Ma'am, I only heard the tales you've told me about."

                                            >Ma'am. Even when trying her hardest to stand stiff. She was too cute, with her little 69 beret with a young colt silhouette behind the number.

                                            >It was also hard to take her seriously with Pinkie making her struggle to keep her arm in a salute.

                                            >She really did live up to her nickname.

                                            "Well, we're going to Canterlot! So pack your things and get ready. Also the rest of the girls and Spike are coming!"

                                            >"Right away si-. Uhh, Twilight. "

                                            >Anon galloped over to her room, closing the door behind her.

                                            >But you remember, that a certain unstable pony is in the room.

                                            >You get tackled by Pinkie who gives you a big hug and starts to go on about how greatful she is forwards you.

                                            >And how Anon was in trouble, and how you were-

                                            >Wait.

                                            "Pinkie, did you just say Anon had trouble?"

                                            >"Uhhhh..."

                                            >Her body extended to reach a high shell to grab a random big book to hide behind.

                                            >Pinkie grew in length.

                                            >You've seen her go faster than the speed of sound, but now this was weird.

                                            >You need to think.

                                            >High in the mountains.

                                            >That's what you assumed your position was.

                                            >The snow blanketed the area around you, along with what appears to be roads below you.

                                            >More mountains are seen, with endless pine covering them.

                                            >You're still a filly. Feeling your bare forehooves on the cold snow.

                                            >It's been so long since you've felt it.

                                            >The jungle was hell, and you've felt the heat for a while when you first visited Equestria.

                                            >Visited. Every now and then, you'd go in and out of this type of dream.

                                            >One where you are in some hole. You could see your hands tied together, feeling mud run down your back, and bare feet being crawled on by insects.

                                            >Now, there is nothing but the sound of your heart beating and your breathing.

                                            >You walk.

                                            >The trees were quite tall.

                                            >As a filly, you were smaller than when you were a human.

                                            >"Hello Anon."

                                            >You turn around to see nothing.

                                            >Just the trees and the snow.

                                            >Who said that? You couldn't make out any accent at all. Not a single thing, not even a tone. Like a ghost.

                                            >Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

                                            >You pick up the pace, running now.

                                            >"Don't run, you're a 69th Right? Our job isn't done yet."

                                            >You hear the ringing in your ears. Then the whilste, not even a moment after.

                                            >Debris is lodged forward you as an explosion went off.

                                            >Followed by another.

                                            >Then another. All in a circle closing in on you.

                                            >You place your hooves over your head preparing for the next impact.

                                            >...

                                            >...

                                            >"Don't be so worried young Filly."

                                            >Who was that?

                                            >You look up to see Luna. One of the god of Equestria with wings spread about.

                                            >The snow grew heavier, you could already see specks forming on her.

                                            >She has beautiful eyes.

                                            "Thank you Ma'am."

                                            >She chuckles.

                                            >"No need my subject. Please, thou may enjoy yourself now without fear."

                                            >Then she left.

                                            >In a flash, she vanished and left you alone with the mountains.

                                            >You hear an old tune in your head, but can't make heads or tails if it.

                                            >It's fine.

                                            >You just smile, and feel something warm run down your cheeks.

                                            >Be Twilight.

                                            >You got into Anon's room.

                                            >It was rather empty.

                                            >You only see one carry on bag and her clothes on her desk.

                                            >The "Mosin" of here's was there with her.

                                            >Cute. She seems more easy to deal with than usual.

                                            >You decided to wake up at five to see her but she was still sound asleep.

                                            >Maybe she was really tired? Who knows.

                                            >You lean in, levitating her bag forwards the door.

                                            "Ohhh Anon."

                                            >She groans. Then lifts the blanket over her.

                                            >You take your magic and lift the blanket off, then you got on her bed to laugh at her.

                                            >She paws at your direction. Her soft blows land on you, like she is trying to fight you.

                                            >It's too cute. But the train leaves soon.

                                            >Then it hits you. She boops your chest fluff.

                                            "ATTENTION!"

                                            >Anon scrambled out of bed, getting her helmet. Then she stopped. Looking at you.

                                            >You couldn't help but laugh.

                                            >"Haha, very funny Twi."

                                            >You held on your sides as Anon started kicking you.

                                            >You were crying at this point, feeling your belly ache from laughter.

                                            >"Twily, we have to get up and do shit!"

                                            >What?

                                            "Anon, did you say a bad word?"

                                            >She goes pale for a second.

                                            >"Uhhh, no ma'am."

                                            >She looks genuinely sorry. Keeping her head down.

                                            >You sigh.

                                            "It's fine. Just don't do it again. Or else I'll have to punish you."

                                            >"Yes ma'am, I'll be sure of it."

                                            >Anon walks out with her bag. Leaving one thing.

                                            "Hey, ya forgot you little hat and blouse."

                                            >She pops up letting you chuck the items at her, which she caught with ease.


                                            >It took a while for spike to get his lazy butt ready. But he managed to get up and go with both you and Anon to the station.

                                            >And you see all your friends there.

                                            >You greet one another with a warm hug.

                                            >Pinkie, was already on the train ordering Breakfast.

                                            >You shake your head with a smile.

                                            >"All ponies, please enter the train with your tickets to depart for Canterlot. Again, please show your tickets for the ride to Canterlot."

                                            >You go on the train. Letting Anon in your line of sight at all times.

                                            >And there she was being cute.

                                            >Field stripping was a pain in the ass.

                                            >You were viewing the slide of your gun as songs played over the train's speakers.

                                            >Some type of orchestra music, which sounded quite swell.

                                            >Now, onto the point. Its annoying how people conversed around you.

                                            >Most were a little too interested in you and your strange clothes.

                                            >Especially Rarity.

                                            >You grew up a simple suburban boy who was not really thinking too hard about appearance until maybe your sophomore year when you had a yugoslav immigrant girl.

                                            >You've never dealt with this type of treatment. And honestly, it was just awkward for you.

                                            >You didn't know how to respong to-

                                            >"Anon! A young lady shouldn't get her hooves dirty! You should be wearing a dress."

                                            "Sorry ma'am, but I like to work."

                                            >She often does that. Going from "Why are you wearing a suit" to "Why are you swearing?" Typically in the same sentence.

                                            >You never nquite knew how much was going through her mind. But you continued with the shitty Smith and Wesson 39.

                                            >Bloody hell, it was infuriating as everybody kept speaking.

                                            "Girls, may you tone it down a bit?"

                                            >"Anon. You shouldn't be interrupting us, it's quite rude."

                                            >Even Twilight was sucked into the conversation.

                                            >You sat there before just thinking "Fuck it" as you reconstructed the firearm together placing it in your holster.

                                            >You poutted and crossed your forehooves.

                                            >"Anon, don't be a little shit."

                                            >The Mane 6 turned forwards Spike who just said a swear word.

                                            >"Spike! Where did you learn that?!"

                                            >Twilight got into his face as he started looking worried as sweat glistened down his scaly face.

                                            >"I heard Anon say it! She keeps swearing when ponies aren't around. I swear I thought it meant brat!"

                                            >He looks like he's about to piss himself.

                                            >As for you. You were already in the air levitating with all the mane 6 carrying you to Rarity's oversized compartment.

                                            >You took out a lolipop before having it taken away by Rainbow.

                                            >"Little punks don't get candy!"

                                            >For once, you wanted to just throw a tantrum.

                                            >After a while of three hours, twenty five minutes, along with a couple seconds of lecture you've arrived.

                                            >The grand city Canterlot.

                                            >And it kinda looks like if England, And New York had a baby.

                                            >Maybe Russia mixed in. Swirly buildings were a big sign of that.

                                            >You wander the streets, carrying all your gear on you. Save for the stash of firearms you had hidden in the castle.

                                            >Everything from a PM63, to everyone's favourite Kalashnikov.

                                            >Yet only thing you had was your S&W M39 and that old Mosin.

                                            >As you wonder further into the city. The mane 6 are right under your tail.

                                            >Well, Pinkie is at least. Everyone else is at least 10 feet away from you, conversing.

                                            >"Anon."

                                            >You jumped at the serious tone of Pinkie. She lifted you up with her and your nose touching.

                                            >"Swear jar."

                                            "Wha-"

                                            >She lifted a yellow jar out of nowhere as you already knew the drill, placing a bit in.

                                            >She smiled as didn't seem to mind carrying you around along with your items.

                                            >She was fluffy. Her hair was like cotton candy...mmm....candy.

                                            >You could see the library the Glimmer was gonna meet up with you and Twily.

                                            "Excuse me ma'am, How much does it cost to purchase a book here?"

                                            >You asked a middle aged unicorn. Her black mane had some gold streaks, but it paled in comparison to her raven eyeliner.

                                            >"Kiddo, didn't anyone tell you to not startle mares like me?"

                                            >She chuckled before levitating a smoke. Taking a long drag before blowing on Pinkie who was still smiling.

                                            >Wait, is that ash in Pinkie's eye?

                                            >"Anyhoodle, about 10 to 25 depending on what common book you get."

                                            >Her gray eyes looked over behind you.

                                            >"Look over there."

                                            >You turn around to see Unicorns, and some had interesting colors. One was pink with purple and auqa hair. Another was pure black, with a face only a mother could love.

                                            >"Now, let's say you're studying at Celestia's school. Maybe 40 for a magic book. And another 20 for extra supplies young girl."

                                            >She smiled and played with your hair before she headed off.

                                            >Wat.

                                            >The library is as expected.

                                            >There is the "Ye ol' wood" vibe going on.

                                            >Though, there is an interesting design to the place.

                                            >There are the stairs which are actually bookshelves. Along with: The chairs, tables, and even a weird piece of art that looked like a piano.

                                            >"Twilight! There you are!"

                                            >Followed by the hushing of many ponies.

                                            >You turn to see a pink unicorn with a purple mane blushing from embarrassment. She waves eagerly at what the Brits would say "her majesty".

                                            >You chuckle as you see the mane 6 all go in and hug this one unicorn, who appears to have Twilight in a chokehold.

                                            >" Glimmer, meet Anon."

                                            "Hello ma'am. Name's Anon, and I asussume your the lovely lady named Glimmer?"

                                            >She giggles a bit and is right in front of you.

                                            >"Starlight Glimmer actually. I haven't met you before, I've only headed about you in the letters from Twilight."

                                            >She gives you a hug.

                                            >Oh dear lord. She is wrinkling your suit.

                                            >You try to push away, but ultimately she keeps you in with magic.

                                            >"Oh, when I heard about you I knew that you were kind hearted."

                                            "I'm just another bucko, nothing special really."

                                            >Applejack steps in.

                                            >"Ah come on partner. You trying to brainwash people again?"

                                            >Glimmer is blushing again. And now you're skeptical of her.

                                            >"N-no! I would never do that again! I swear."

                                            >"In that darn village of ya's? You well owned the place. With everyone treated like a slave."

                                            >Now you were very skeptical at the mare trying to hide her face.

                                            >What the heck?

                                            >In the timespan of 5 minutes Anon was unconscious.

                                            >She somehow fell of the railing after some pony bumped into her and Glimmer caught her but it still ended with Anon seeing stars and blacking out.

                                            >It was rather amusing you guess?

                                            >"Twilight what do we do?"

                                            "Calm down Dash, just put Anon on Pinkie's back. Pinkie are you- why do you have ash in your eyes?"

                                            >You were already done with this library. And you are a bookworm, but even so, this unfortunate series of events lead to this.

                                            >Glimmer was red as a tomato after what Applejack said. Which had the effect of Glimmer asking questions about Anon's forgiveness, even though she didn't really cause Anon to go unconscious.

                                            >You grinned as you walked don't the cobble road to the castle.

                                            >It was always going to be overwhelming.

                                            >Memories would come back and fill you with joy.

                                            >It brought a smile on your face as you walked in the market. Many ponies selling fruits and miscellaneous items.

                                            >"Back off or she gets it!"

                                            >You turn around to see a group of stallions and mares all in blue masks robbing a store out in the open.

                                            >A couple were breaking windows in the busy street, and the others had a little filly as hostage.

                                            >They all had weapons. It made your heart sank.

                                            >"Twilight, lemme at 'em!"

                                            "No Dash! They'll hurt her!"

                                            >For once you didn't know what to do. You assumed the guards were on their way, but they might take the poor little filly to the hospital.

                                            >Or even worse! Kidnap her.

                                            >She screamed as the girls got ready for anything. You weren't no royal guard, but you assume that the elements can handle this.

                                            >"Fucking hell, didn't anyone teach you not to rob places in the open?"

                                            >You look over to Pinkie who still was smiling with ash in her eyes. You're quite concerned.

                                            >But where is Anon.

                                            >You turned to see Anon walking calmly with something in her right forehoof.

                                            >One of the armed ponies reaches out for Anon.

                                            "Anon!"

                                            >But the pony is already on the ground with a bleeding leg.

                                            >You hate icriminals.

                                            >It didn't matter who it was. A crime is a crime.

                                            >You hated it when during your five and a half years, you had someone commit a crime against the Geneva conventions.

                                            >But hey, your American. So your the good guy right?

                                            >You found peace here. There were no wars, ponies were semi-honest, everyone was treated with atleast some form of respect.

                                            >But now your in front of a robber who is swearing as you aim at the his squad's legs.

                                            >Your S&W Model 39 "Hush Puppy" was suppressed as you put another round into the masked pony who had the filly in a chokehold.

                                            >Then another, and another to the others.

                                            >They never experienced firearms before, so they thought it was some form of magic.

                                            >Nah, magic is really weak. And usually, you could see the unicorn charging it up.

                                            >A masked unicorn was charging up a spell as you clipped over to cover: a little fruit stand.

                                            >They fired a beam at you. It only went through one or two watermelons, leaving a stain on your beret.

                                            >Gross.

                                            >You took out another magazine and reloaded. Cocking the pistol for the remaining ponies.

                                            >But you had a lot of ponies as witnesses to this mess, so the masked ponies will go to jail.

                                            >You get out and fire the next few rounds.

                                            >To be honest, you didn't even know how you were able to grab things with your hooves. It's actually kinda freighting.

                                            >You fire the last shot. Seeing that there was no dead ponies.

                                            >Only ones that would most likely not get out of the hospital for a while.

                                            >You walked over to Twilight before feeling something come up at you from behind.

                                            >"Thank you, thank you, thank you."

                                            >It was the filly. She had a cream coat with a brown mane. Her eyes with tears.

                                            >"I have no idea what you just did, but you saved me!"

                                            "Uhh, yeah. No problem kiddo. I'm here to help everyone."

                                            >You pat her, even though she is taller than you.

                                            >"Halt right there criminal scum. You have d-"

                                            >The royal guards looked dumbstrucked at the mess.

                                            "Twilight, where are we going?"

                                            >She just gives up.

                                            >You followed Twilight after saying goodbye to the cute little filly. Whose family gave you some bits as reward.

                                            >Cash was always a good reward.

                                            >Rainbow was now on you, bombarding you with questions about how you did what you did.

                                            >You snorted before replying

                                            "Magic."

                                            >She is frustrated.

                                            >"Come on Anon! Tell me! You just placed all those ponies on the ground! And you're like 10! Tell me, tell me!"

                                            >You just slopped back down on Pinkie who finally cleaned her eyes.

                                            >She was comfy.

                                            >You had looks coming from the unicorns of your group.

                                            >Most notable was Glimmy. She was looking back and fourth. But whenever you looked over, she turned her head to look away.

                                            "Something wrong ma'am?"

                                            >She turns over. Looking a bit suspicious.

                                            >"You were really calm during the whole thing. I never met you Anon, so I don't know where you came from. But, you seem like you've done this before."

                                            >Twily sighs.

                                            >"She was quite a hassle in the early days though. She use to get panic attacks whenever the name "Charlie" was mentioned. And she still refuses to go near the woods."

                                            >You burrow your brows at Twi. She just laughs.

                                            "I'm not scared, I'm just taking caution."

                                            >"Ah huh sugercube, and I'm the princess."

                                            >The girls all laugh(along with Spike, but fuck Spike. He's not cool anymore).

                                            >You feel your blood boil as you scream into Pinkie's pillow/cotton candy like hair.

                                            >Finally, the stairs to the castle. Any more minutes and you would've died of shame.

                                            "Ma'am, mind telling me why the guard is asleep?"

                                            >Twilight looks oddly happy.

                                            >You still had a headache.

                                            >The suppressed smith and Wesson wasn't actually helping.

                                            >It was digging into your side now as you watch Twilight wake up the white horse.

                                            >He stiffened up a bit as he stretches.

                                            >"Shining! How are you?!"

                                            >He licks his lips before blinking one eye at a time.

                                            >"Oh, I'm good Twily. Celestia told me your coming here to see Glimmer. So I came to see my baby sister, haven't slept for a full day though."

                                            >They embrace each other as you stand there awkwardly, along with everyone else.

                                            >"Oh, Anon! Meet Shining."

                                            "Hello sir. Name's Anon."

                                            >You shake hooves with him as he tilts his head.

                                            >"Hey Twilight, so Anon is like your kid right?"

                                            >She giggles.

                                            >"I am her legal guardian. So, in a sense yeah."

                                            >He freezes. You already see where this is going.

                                            >"So, you mean to tell me. That Anon is..."

                                            >She blushes. And you snicker.

                                            >"It's not funny Anon! And no! No, no, no!"

                                            >Shining looks relieved, and slipped back onto his chair.

                                            >"Look Twilight, Celestia is in there. She set up rooms for you, and she is gonna show you something. "

                                            >What? There was nothing about a meeting.

                                            >You look at the mane 6 and Glimmy as they all looked confused. Clearly, no one was expecting the meeting with the princess.

                                            "Thank you for your service."

                                            >"What?"

                                            >You try to pat Shining, but your too short. So you resort to a salute.

                                            "Judging by your uniform, it's clear your a member of the armed forces. Just saying thanks."

                                            >He smiles and does a salute.

                                            >The door is wide open with nobles staring at you with your helmet.

                                            >You turn your head away as Pinkie carried you up to the final step.

                                            >You disliked swearing.

                                            >Even though you were friends with Twilight and her friends.

                                            >You really didn't like it when Applejack or Rainbow Dash would call each other names.

                                            >Friends should never hurt one another on purpose.

                                            >That's why you had a swear jar.

                                            "Pinkie! They'd ask. Why would one have such need for a jar?"

                                            >You looked around giggling as you made a silly mistake.

                                            >Oh well!

                                            >"Pinkie. I hope I didn't bother you by having you carry me around."

                                            >You giggled even more.

                                            "Oh Anon, I'm not bothered one bit! Actually you should put one bit in the swear jar."

                                            >Anon looks confused as she tilts her head.

                                            >Oh you almost forgot. The princess is in front of you.

                                            >You traveled up the stairs faster than expected.

                                            >And there she was. Princess Celestia.

                                            >Nonny got off and an very loud clop was heard when her boots hit the ground.

                                            >She saluted the princess, with her chest puffed out.

                                            >You are pretty sure Anon wasn't a pegasus. But you double checked.

                                            >The rest of the girls and Spike show up and bow down before the princess.

                                            >And you looked really hard if Anon had wings.

                                            >Instead she has her block thing, some weird straps, and a knife.

                                            >Seems normal.

                                            >Anon puts her backpack on, and makes sure the mosin is on tight.

                                            >"You may arise my subjects."

                                            >Anon's eyes sparkle almost as she stares jaw dropped.

                                            >She walks up close to Celestia. Who gives her a warm smile.

                                            >It's so cute! The sunlight coming from the windows gives it a more comfy feeling to it.

                                            >Anon takes one more step, finally, she takes off her helmet.

                                            >Celestia gets from off her throne.

                                            >And Anon says one thing under her breath.

                                            >"You seem flamboyant just like Ziggy."

                                            >You stood in front of the big pony in front of you.

                                            >"Who is this Ziggy?" He sounds like an interesting fellow."

                                            >You turn around and walk back over to Spike and the girls.

                                            "Sorry, slipped my tounge."

                                            >Princess Celestia wasn't convinced, and you could tell. It's fine, not like she's gonna ask many questions.

                                            >She gestures you and the group to follow her, and so you did.

                                            >You continued down a corridor.

                                            >Maids and butlers were rushing from door to door. Along with some chefs in the mix.

                                            >It reminded you of a five star hotel almost. It was quite other worldly.

                                            >You finally reach a room guared by two ponies in black suits and grey turtlenecks. One was a white mare, the other a tan stallion.

                                            >They open the door for the princess, and you skedaddle right under her.

                                            >The door closes violently, causing you to jump almost.

                                            >The room was a dim blue, with a round table in the middle.

                                            >Along with...

                                            >Terminals?

                                            >"Take a seat girls."

                                            >Celestia teleported and took the overly large black chair with the sun symbol on it.

                                            >You pull a chair out and sit in it.

                                            >It felt comfortable on your ass. Holy hell, this was nice.

                                            >"Right, so let's recap,"

                                            >Celestia lit her horn up, making a illuminated cube appear.

                                            >To you this seems like some James Bond spy mumbo jumbo.

                                            >You were gonna raise your hand bef-

                                            >Is that a napalm strike footage.

                                            >You see the plane fly over a field, before those shells came out and a hell covered the area.

                                            >The jungle was burning up. And you could make out a few soldiers flaying on the ground amoung the pools of fire.

                                            >No.

                                            >No. This can't be real. There is no way-

                                            >"starting with Anon, from the 69th Horses corp of the U.S army."

                                            >You couldn't make heads or tails.

                                            >It feels like bricks are stacked over your chest. Your breathing was rapid as you started breaking down.

                                            >It shouldn't be possible!

                                            >It shouldn't!

                                            >"Anon, I've already contacted Nixon. He says we'll try to open the rift."

                                            >You look up. Seeing only the space landing now.

                                            >"Celestia, what are those? They look like diamond dogs."

                                            >Twilight is not the only one asking questions.

                                            >Dash picked up fast, then Rarity, finally followed last by Applejack.

                                            >Pinkie was silent.

                                            >Fluttershy fainted at the sight of...

                                            >You look back. The screen on the rotating cube changed back to a photo of the 69th. You see a gunner with a m249.

                                            >Your head is spinning. It hurts.

                                            >"Those are humans Twilight. As of now, Anon was one. Was."

                                            >The girls look at you.

                                            >Your ears are ringing now.

                                            >You could see their mouth moving but you can't make out any words.

                                            >It didn't take long for your vision to start looking blurry.

                                            >You feel something on your back.

                                            >Then you vomit.

                                            >You leaned to the right and puked right there.

                                            >It was nasty. The disgusting warm stew of your lunch was on the floor was a sickly orange.

                                            >"Anon!"

                                            >You turn your head up to see Glimmer who has widen eyes.

                                            "W-who, no. Just, give me a second."

                                            >The ringing was dying down.

                                            >"Anon, Nixon has told us to find a way to open the rift. The mirror is unavailable, and we're sure that this is a different world entirely. "

                                            >You need a smoke.

                                            >But it's gone. Where is it? Where is it?!

                                            >"Anon, sit down. It'll take a while."

                                            >Celestia had a look of sorrow in her eyes as you wiped the residue from your lips.

                                            "Celestia, who's Nixon? He doesn't sound like a pony."

                                            >Your her most prized student, yet here you are, seeing reality in a different way.

                                            >"He's the President on the United States of America. As of now, we are currently 'allies' in a sense."

                                            >But, he's in a different world.

                                            >This was all a bit too much.

                                            >"So, what y'all is tellin' us is that there is another darn world that is like the one Twilight visited?"

                                            >Applejack was on her forehooves. She wasn't pleased.

                                            >"Yes, a while ago. Maybe a couple months, there was a rift opening in part of the Castle. This rift was apparently connected to what Nixon calls the "Pentagon", a building of great importance that is part of the U.S's government."

                                            >She changed the cube's image. Revealing some sort of rocket taking off.

                                            >"Humans are highly intelligent, as they have travelled to the moon, made ships that are powered by an engine, and so fourth."

                                            "But, what does this have to do with Anon?"

                                            >You look over to the poor filly. Who was now just wearing their plain white dress shirt and black tie. Their helmet was on the table, and you could see Glimmer patting her back.

                                            >"She's a human as stated before. But, neither one of our counties actually focused on crossing the rift. So she, or he is an anomaly in a sense."

                                            >Celestia gestured forwards the screen, you see the same jungle from earlier. But it was night, only light streaks were appearing and going away.

                                            >"Those are the Viet Cong, and Anon is part of the 69th in America's army. So guess why we are noe putting money and bodies on this study?"

                                            "To send Anon back home?"

                                            >She drinks tea.

                                            >"Yes, Anon must go back. The rift is open today in about an hour, so you can ask Nixon or one of his men more questions. As of now, please stay here and I'll get those ponies you saw at the door."

                                            >Celestia teleports to the door.

                                            >Popping Brass.

                                            >That was your name.

                                            >As a pegasus, you began to hover above the ground impatiently.

                                            >Your partner Kicking Wings was next to you. She started to cough.

                                            "Take it easy now, the crown might need out help."

                                            >She sighs.

                                            >"Could you call Celestia by her name rather than crown?"

                                            >You shrug as you pulled on your turtleneck before softly landing on the ground.

                                            "Listen, we are in a sense, foreign agents for the U.S. just yesterday-"

                                            >"A week ago you idiot."

                                            "Yeah I know that you slut. Anyway, a week ago we were just sentries. Now we're the first agents to even get black operations after what? Seventy years?"

                                            >Black ops. You hated the term. It was just covert operations, nothing out of the ordinary.

                                            "We're going to take car of Anon and her friends. Then tomorrow, we got to go to the dessert and see if there is any enemy activity."

                                            >"It's a waste of bits. Can't the crow-"

                                            >She freezes. Before placing a hoof over her face.

                                            "Five bits, up front."

                                            >"Yeah, yeah. Choke on it."

                                            >But before that happened. You hear the door slide open.

                                            >"Please come in. They're ready to see you."

                                            "Finally, thank you."

                                            >"Thank you, your highness."

                                            >You both walk into the room as Celestia closes it.

                                            >You see the elements, the dragon, the cult leader, and Anon.

                                            >Nixon already told you what you were suppose to say.

                                            >"Now then. Meet Brass and Wings."

                                            >Her majesty went back to her chair as you two stood there, analyzing if Anon was already breaking down.

                                            >What's that smell?

                                            "Right, so let me tell you how this-"

                                            >"Is gonna work."

                                            >You gazed at Wings as she smirked.

                                            >You check 'em.

                                            >Anon was receiving comfort as your two agents began to explain things.

                                            >"So, Anon. Look at the cube. Dispite what we say, this isn't actual footage of Vietnam, merely a projection created by Luna. We still haven't found a single way of moving through the rift."

                                            >Brass moved a bit, letting Wings grab a notebook from his side.

                                            >"You're going to talk to Nixon through a call, as we picked up the frequency to the Pentagon, this led to the discovery of both our worlds."

                                            >She paused. Raising a brow at the notes.

                                            >"Celestia, I get it the elements are suppose to oversee Anon. But, there is a problem with this plan."

                                            >Brass leans over, putting down his aviator sunglasses.

                                            >"Yeah, the crown got it wrong. Though while we got the rift and frequency, along with the win-win situation that Anon returns and we open up the rift to actually meet these humans. You know this isn't like the mirror."

                                            >You nod.

                                            "Yes my subjects, I'm aware. However, in the meanwhile as we and the Pentagon both work with magic and science, we'll just try to build up on the portal through the magic mirror."

                                            >"Tsk, those aren't actual humans ya know? They are pastel colored-"

                                            >"I don't mean to be rude princess, but if Anon is here. Then what can she do?"

                                            >Damn. Anon wasn't actually a Equestrian citizen yet, she never had a birth certificate or anything really.

                                            "Well, I suppose in these days, weeks, maybe even months and years, we'll just make Anon a fully pledge citizen. She'll go to school here, and come.meet up with me to talk to Nixon or a Pentagon employee."

                                            >Brass stared at you.

                                            >"But what about the front lines?"

                                            "Enforce them. Keep a defense, then use non lethal spells, the sightings in Appleloosa are already a problem. Just send in Shining and a platoon of royal guards. As for the rest of you, you may leave. You'll be guided to your rooms."

                                            >It didn't take long for the ponies to leave. Leaving only you.

                                            >You move over to the terminal.

                                            >Open Subject-A.dox

                                            >The castle calmed you down as you followed Wings. She seemed nice, but looked like those "CIA" members you saw in the movies.

                                            >Always wearing sunglasses, suits, strict, etc.

                                            >"So, in forty five minutes you'll get half an hour to talk to your president. As of now, you're still not a citizen. You only had adoption papers by Twilight, and even those are of no use."

                                            >You sigh.

                                            >"Ah, chin up. You'll be the first human in Equestrian soil. It'll be in the books."

                                            "Yeah, but. Why is Celestia so worried."

                                            >You noticed how Celestia kept moving rapidly during the entire conference.

                                            >"Ah, just some army stuff. Mostly with other S.A.D's operations in different parts of the world."

                                            "I see, you guys also have S.A.D?"

                                            >"What? Nah, we just named them after your guys. We still don't have a brach for the very best. We're just spies, not soldiers."

                                            >The sunlight made you warm up a bit as you galloped down to your room.

                                            >Wings opened the door.

                                            >"Okay, give me the jacket and you can keep the rest."

                                            "Can I throw in my beret ma'am?"

                                            >She holds it before she drops it.

                                            >"Yuck, it's fruit juice. Where in the name of Discord have you been."

                                            >Wings shuts the door and leaves you to a queen sized bed.

                                            >You wasted no time. You took off the shirt, went to wash your face in the bathroom, then you finally laid down on the tan bed.

                                            >Warm fluffy sheets made you feel good.

                                            >It almost felt like floating in air.

                                            >It's been so long since you got to experience this.

                                            >But you had to think about those questions you'll ask your president. You still had of work with the rest of the 69th, along with those marines that were M.I.A.

                                            >You stare at the ceiling as you take out that radio of yours.

                                            >You tuned it, til you finally found the right station.

                                            >Well, atleast the rift was gonna explain some things for you.

                                            >You he'll onto that mosin as you begin to sleep.

                                            >It's been a while now.

                                            >From the time you got Anon up, to finally her meeting the president.

                                            >You waited with Twilight, as you sat near the magically locked door.

                                            >The two ponies are still there. Standing with extendable batons in their belts.

                                            >The female is holding a coat and beret, and the male is adjusting his boots.

                                            >It was weird.

                                            "Twilight, is anon even gonna come out of that room?"

                                            >"Just wait Glimmer, she'll come out. You just wait, Anon is coming out the same.

                                            >You waited more and more.

                                            >Eventually, you see the room open, before being shut by Celestia. She drinks tea and begis to giggle.

                                            "So Anon, what did Nixon say?"

                                            >She looks blankly at you before speaking up.

                                            >"I'm suppose to not cause any trouble, especially since I'm an alien. So, for now, I'm just gonna stay with Twilight"

                                            >Anon then asks Celestia for some tea as she then drinks after another minute of awkward silince.

                                            >Celestia gestured her hooves to her two guards, they salute then leave in a heartbeat.

                                            >"Glimmer and Twilight. I trust you can handle Anon?"

                                            >Twily steps in.

                                            >"Of course!! "

                                            >Celestia gives a smile of approval, then looks at you.

                                            >You could feel a stomach full of butterflies. It felt hot as.your answered with a nod.

                                            >You walk over to Anon. Giving her a pat on the head.


                                            >Damnit.

                                            >You woke up in sweat.

                                            >Your bed was moist, and you feel your face with your hands.

                                            >Hooves.

                                            >You always had to say hooves.

                                            >Fuck.

                                            >You roll, slide, jump, and fall out of bed.

                                            >The cold polished wooden floor was a wonderful feeling against your green fur.

                                            >You got up and walked out of the bed's wooden area over to the carpet floor kitchen.

                                            >You barely knew how to cook, but ma taught you a couple tips and tricks.

                                            >Ma might be worried. But, she probably won't even notice if your were dead.

                                            >But she always smiled when you came to visit her.

                                            >You couldn't help but laugh.

                                            >You laugh a bit. It was just ridiculous.

                                            >Back then, you were halfway through your first year and second month into the 69th Horses.

                                            >Four years U.S army led to being accepted into the 69th.

                                            >In the jungle, you always had to take care of everyone.

                                            >Sarge got a splinter? Go get it.

                                            >Private got a cold? Go help him. Hell, give him a warm ration if you have to.

                                            >The jungle was already full of dangers, it didn't help that gooks were watching your every move.

                                            >Now look. Your more than likely dead; actually, yeah.

                                            >You are pretty sure your dead.

                                            >But it's so peaceful here. It didn't make sense.

                                            >If this was heaven, then god has some cruel sense of humor.

                                            >Especially with Pinkie's party.

                                            >You look and see a steak in the fridge, right under the label "griffon use only".

                                            >Fuck it. You knew how steaks work, you wanted a medium rare, and you wanted it now.

                                            >You get to work.

                                            >It took a while. But you finally made it.

                                            >An hour and seventeen minutes.

                                            >You take a moment to look at the tender steak.

                                            >The stoves here were a bit weird though.

                                            >It took you a not to adjust to the hoof friendly nature of it.

                                            >You took the steak to the coffee table, picking up the canterlot newspaper.

                                            >You take a slice, seeing a bit of pink.

                                            >Medium rare. Great.

                                            >First meat for a while.

                                            >You take a bite. Letting your tounge taste it.

                                            >You took every bite slowly, it's only six fourth five. You can still do your run.

                                            >You take a sip of water.

                                            >Pop.

                                            >You grab your mosin and looked around.

                                            >Pop.

                                            >No. Nononononono.

                                            >You open the blinds, looking at the garden.

                                            >Nothing. Only guards, barely awake.

                                            >Pop.

                                            >What the fuck is that?

                                            >You affixed the bayonet.

                                            >Pop.

                                            >Sweat is coming off your forehead now.

                                            >You feel thirsty.

                                            >Please no.

                                            >You waited. For ten, then twenty, then about two minutes.

                                            >A pop wasn't heard.

                                            >"Oi, Anon. It's brass. Open up."

                                            >You walk over to the keyhole on the door, seeing the pony with that ugly turtleneck.

                                            >His partner is behind him. Drinking a coffee, she is staggering a bit.

                                            >Her wings flap a bit as she adjusts her hair tie. Letting her bun a bit loose.

                                            "Did you hear a pop?"

                                            >"What? Yeah, just me. Gum, want some?"

                                            >You sigh. Opening the door.

                                            >Brass and Wings come in. Both look extremely exhausted.

                                            "Need a drink of water? Ma'am? Sir?"

                                            >Brass just looks at the steak and drinks your water.

                                            >Wings just hands him her coffee and he drinks it.

                                            >"You're eating steak. I don't eve-"

                                            >He stops. Looking over to the bathroom.

                                            >"Get a shower. You have major bedhead."

                                            >You nod and salute both ponies.

                                            >They attempt to salut back. But both pegasi can even stand straight.

                                            >You just walk over to the bathroom as you see Wings picking up the fork with steak.

                                            >She cringes.

                                            >Guess they ain't got a strong stomach.

                                            >Be Glimmy.

                                            >Or at least that's what Anon calls you.

                                            >You smile at the memory. Turning the corner as you go to Anon's room to meet up with Twilight to take her back to school.

                                            >Oh, that's odd.

                                            >"J-just, no. Like. Listen, we haven't slept for four days. Go fuck yourself."

                                            >You hear a male voice. It's coming from Anon's room.

                                            >You step up the speed, charging up a spell.

                                            >You're ready for whatever. You slide to the door's opening, lifting up a weak shield as you throw a fire spell.

                                            >"Oh shit!"

                                            >Yes! Wait, that voice was more feminine. Was that Anon?

                                            >You go in making sure that no one was hurt.

                                            >Oh.

                                            >OH!

                                            >You see that guard pony on the other side of the room. He's out cold, and you see Wings still looking shocked.

                                            "Oh! I'm so sorry!; here, I'll help him to the nurse. We can go and- Hey! Are you listening?"

                                            >Wings just rocked back and fourth as she drank another sip of whatever.

                                            >Then she fell face first onto the floor as you stood there confused about the sleeping ponies.

                                            >You see a steak.

                                            >Yuck, who would eat that?

                                            >"Uhhh, yeah. Right there. Fuuuuck."

                                            >That was Anon.

                                            >"Damnit."

                                            >She was moaning. You didn't know how to respond to that.

                                            >But then again. She is an alien. So there is that, you assume she had the talk.

                                            >You back away slowly, just waiting by the door as Wings and Brass snored.

                                            >The shower finally turned off.

                                            >You see Anon get out as she toom a deep breath.

                                            >"Oh god!"

                                            >She reaches over for a knife she has.

                                            >You face hoof as you walk over to Anon.

                                            "Let's just head over to Twilight in the entrance."

                                            >Anon looks over to the guard ponies.

                                            "Don't worry, their just sleeping."

                                            >All your rage couldn't describe Rarity.

                                            >She reminded you of those snooby cats you saw on Saturday morning cartoons.

                                            >The way she walked, talked, hell even the way she snored.

                                            >You however had to give her credit for having such and adorable sister.

                                            >So, while Nixon and Celestia help with the portal. You'll attend Canterlot's school for gifted fillies and colts for a little while.

                                            >Good enough. But it didn't help that Rarity was escorting you.

                                            >"Anon, chin up. A lady always-"

                                            "Ma'am I don't mean to be rude. But I wish to simply attend school, not learn anything, and come back to the train back to Ponyville."

                                            >She recoiled. Anger in her eyes.

                                            "Anon! Be respectful."

                                            >You gave just couldn't even deal with this bullshit.

                                            >Wait. What the fuck?

                                            "Rarity, place me down please."

                                            >"No Anon, a young lady must wear a dress."

                                            "I'm gonna call Twilight to come here and beat you up."

                                            >"Why would your mother be me up?"

                                            >Damnit. She's right. Maybe Glim Clam would do it.

                                            >Wait.

                                            >No.

                                            >Fuck. Your in a dress.

                                            "Rairty, give me my uniform back."

                                            >"No. Take your box. Now run along."

                                            >You hold onto the 1911 you carried.

                                            >Fuck. You were in a white dress/school outfit combination abomination.

                                            >You groan as you take your school bagggie.

                                            >You try to work on the belt on your skirt.

                                            >Did she really give you a tie with lighthouses on it?

                                            >"Hey, you'll be late for class."

                                            >You turn and see that Filly from the market.

                                            >You're Sun Petals.

                                            >Most people call you Sunny.

                                            >You happily await the pretty filly's response.

                                            >She just looks around. A bit confused it seems.

                                            >You saw her weird tie. It had little drawn lighthouses on it.

                                            >Wait. She's taking it off.

                                            >You watched the filly who saved you struggle a bit removing her over coat/dress combo.

                                            >She is now with just her skirt and a white shirt.

                                            >She didn't appear quite happy.

                                            >"Damn, say. Do you know where room 105-B is?"

                                            >Your eyes light up.

                                            "No way! We both have the same class!"

                                            >She cringes a bit. Taking a little time to straighten herself up.

                                            >"Well, do ya mind leading me ma'am?"

                                            >You giggle

                                            "I'm a filly; and besides, I owe you one. It's on the house."

                                            >You trotted, seeing Anon follow right behind you. She seemed a bit uninterested, that's weird. Well, not everyone will like the same things.

                                            >You walk through the main entrance, seeing the tall statues of the princesses forever guarding over this school.

                                            >It's so big!

                                            >But chilly.

                                            >Winter was near. Yet you didn't bring your scraf.

                                            >Suddenly you feel a warmth around your neck.

                                            >Anon bit down on the scarf, tightening it just enough to be comfortable.

                                            >"Hey, it's always a good idea to be polite."

                                            >You hug her, she's sooo cute! And kinda! A-and!

                                            >Awesome! Especially with that cutie mark.

                                            >You never quite understood what one big question mark meant as a cutie mark.

                                            >Your just glad to meet such a kind person.

                                            >You followed Sunny down the hallways.

                                            >Colts stared at you. It actually kinda felt awkward having someone stare at your legs, ass, or whatever.

                                            >In the jungle you just took a shit, but everyone was looking away and guarding.

                                            >Unlike that one time.

                                            >You were jacking it but a took showed up and popped a bayonet right in your thigh.

                                            >Took medic a while to stop the bleeding and get you back to base.

                                            >MACVSOG had to overtake the operation after you and 45 people got injured that night.

                                            >You cringe, it wasn't easy looking back at that stuff. But everyday for recovering from those nights. Especially the one when you were a tunnel rat.

                                            >When you jumped in that hole and-

                                            >and-

                                            >"Nonny? Are you alright? "

                                            >You snap up. Looking at Sunny as she stares at you with those blue eyes.

                                            >You take a deep breath.

                                            "Yeah, just some bad thoughts."

                                            >Sunny smiles and continues.

                                            >You continue to see more students gaze at you.

                                            >You awkwardly wave at them. Giving them a half smile as you feel your lips dry up.

                                            >Your breath was shallow and almost silent. Your positive not even a fly's wings were as silent.

                                            >You stop Sunny, holding onto her shoulder.

                                            >"Non?"

                                            >You stare at her.

                                            "Hey Sunny, is it bad to fight people?"

                                            >She looks up. Your right next to room 105-B, so there's no possibility you'd be late.

                                            >"Well, I guess. But my dad is a royal guard, and he fights for peace."

                                            "I see. So, if someone was also fighting for something like peace, are you bad, or is the other pony bad?"

                                            >She's clueless.

                                            >Your breath begins to quicken, it's still silent, but you feel your heart racing.

                                            >"Well, both ponies should stop fighting then. Peace is good, and you can't fight over who has the best peace."

                                            >You check your holster under your baggie.

                                            >You could see the 1911 shimmer.

                                            "Yeah, sounds right. Sorry I asked a dumb question."

                                            >She looks worried now.

                                            >"Anon is something wrong?"

                                            >She reminds you of Ma.


                                            >The class was basic stuff you learned in elementary; however, magic was a subject almost completely alien to you.

                                            >You understand how planes, batteries, helicopters, gravity, and much more works.

                                            >But magic was weird.

                                            >You knew it just had to be charged up before firing, but there was something about magic for every pony.

                                            >You took notes. Making sure you understand the whole "unicorn horns are very sensitive" part of it.

                                            >It's like the face, hands, and genitals. It has a bunch of nerves there, making it so it'll be a pain hotspot should it be hit.

                                            >You take more notes for the rest of the day.

                                            >Then the bell rings.

                                            >Lunch. Finally.

                                            >You have that hayburger you got from Twilight. It's quite good. With some rich fries on the side.

                                            >Fuck, these fries are amazing.

                                            >"Hey. Your Anon right? My name is Crimson Sight"

                                            >He's navy blue. Not crimson. It reminded you of those hippy parents naming their kids after clothes in the 60s, they're very shitty parents.

                                            >You look up to see a couple colts.

                                            >One is attempting to stand tall, but is blushing.

                                            "Yes, what's needed?"

                                            >"Uhhhh, so where are you from?"

                                            >The blue colt looks almost serious. But he is clearly nervous. You can see he likes you.

                                            "Up in the northwest. Why?"

                                            >His buddies nod at him.

                                            >He takes a breath before going on.

                                            >It was just questions that one would expect: what music do you like, wanna be friends, do you like games, etc.

                                            >You found his attempt at getting your heart amusing.

                                            >It was almost cute as he tried to look tough lifting up his pegasus friend with two hooves.

                                            >You got up and went over to Crimson's friend, lifting him with just one hoof.

                                            >They're all shocked. But you just want to go back to eating.

                                            "Say, how about we talk later. I kinda wanna eat my food."

                                            >Crimson nods and walks with his trio.

                                            >"Oooo, Anon, do you have a crush?"

                                            "No."

                                            >You deadpan, much to Sunny's dismay.

                                            >She sighs before sitting down.

                                            >"Can you at least try to act like a hero sometimes. It's good to be famous."

                                            >You take a sip.

                                            >Nope.

                                            >Sunny didn't understand. She was probably one of those city girls who wanted to be an actress if they just got out of this place.

                                            >She had that vibe of "born for greatness" that one would get.

                                            >You chuckle as you awaited for a pony to pick you up so you can get back to ponyville.

                                            >Huh, rain.

                                            >You take out an umbrella and put it over you and Sunny's heads. It's already dark even though it's two forty five in the afternoon.

                                            >The rain drops down on the cobble roads.

                                            >The carriages all filled with busy ponies.

                                            >You look up. Seeing only gray clouds and pegasus moving them.

                                            >It's almost hypnotic. Seeing what seemed like bees and their hive mind.

                                            >All the pegasi just working as one.

                                            >"Anon! Guess who!"

                                            >It's Glimmer.

                                            >You turn over to Glimmy as you loosen your tie.

                                            >"Hey Anon. Take care of yourself."

                                            "You too Sunny. Don't get in trouble now."

                                            >You waved to Sunny before running off to Glimmer.

                                            >"So Anon, whose your friend? A filly like you- I mean."

                                            "Yeah, I know. It's a bit odd considering I'm an adult."

                                            >She blushes a bit. Before letting out a big sigh.

                                            >"So, I suppose we don't have to talk about what you were doing in the shower."

                                            >Wat?!

                                            >You freeze. Feeling yourself get a bit light headed.

                                            "Glimmer, I assure you I wasn't doing any 'erotic' activities in the shower."

                                            >She knows very well your lying. She just smirks.

                                            >Christ, you never met one this perverted.

                                            "So, the train station awaits us. I assume you have all my things?"

                                            >She whistles a little song.

                                            "Glimmy?"

                                            >"Huh? Oh yeah. You don't pack much Anon, so we had little trouble. "

                                            "That's great to hear. Thank you ma'am."

                                            >She pets your head.

                                            >"Awww look at Nonny."

                                            >You recoil back in disgust.

                                            "I thought we established the fact I'm an adult."

                                            >"But your so cute."