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Neglected Anon by MnMFiM

By kqaii
Created: 2021-01-27 03:38:56
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  1. [copied from https://pastebin.com/wwqA89bB ]
  2. [original author MnMFiM ]
  3. "Neglected Anon"
  4. ---------------------------
  5.  
  6. >You are Anonymous
  7. >It’s been a year since you consumed a potion made up primarily of bleach to get into Equestria, and six months into that time, you wound up married to the Princess of Friendship herself, Twilight Sparkle.
  8. >When you got involved with a mare like her, you imagined your life was about to get much, much more exciting.
  9. >Constant hot, kinky sex with a sexually repressed nerd.
  10. >Helping her and her friends overcome the forces of eviiiiiiiiiiiiiiil that constantly attacked Equestria.
  11. >Using your political powers that came with becoming a prince to help run Equestria.
  12. >But, as you found out, you were very, very wrong.
  13. >It turns out, being married to an extremely busy princess is quite boring.
  14. >You awaken in your plush, oversized bed as the sun’s rays bleed through the nearby blinds and hits your face.
  15. >You waste a few minutes trying to get back to sleep, but slowly begin to realize that the Sun isn’t going anywhere.
  16. >That dick.
  17. >Spending a few moments grumbling angrily to yourself, you decide roll over towards the other side of the bed to greet your wife.
  18. “Good morning Sparklebu-”
  19. >Of course, she isn’t there, just a mess of sheets left by her for you to fix.
  20. >Or, at least, that’s what she wants you to do, but you’re too lazy to actually do it.
  21. >You throw off the sheets and roll out of bed, before walking over to the closet.
  22. >You open the door, and the sight of various articles of clothing of various shapes, colors, and styles greets you.
  23. >...
  24. “Meh.”
  25. >You close the closet door and walk out of the bedroom in just your underwear
  26. “I, Anonymous, have no need for clothes.”
  27. >As you walked downstairs in nothing but a pair ripped up boxers, you think about the day ahead of you.
  28. >You didn’t have anything planned, and, as for as knew, your wife didn’t have any errands for you to do while she did whatever she did that she deemed more important than whatever tasks she bestowed upon you.
  29. >You were honestly treated more like an assistant than a husband.
  30. >That probably explains why you’ve grown much closer with Spike than you had with Twilight since the two of you tied the knot; you both knew the struggle.
  31. >You entered the kitchen and looked around for signs of your wife, but found nothing.
  32. >Just the kitchen staff, who stood by eagerly for a chance to do their job.
  33. >”Would you like us to prepare some breakfast for you, Sir Anonymous?” The head chef, who’s name escaped you, inquired.
  34. >You looked him over, and briefly considering the idea of sitting down to eat a hot, freshly cooked meal, but decided that you should probably track down your wife and see if she needed anything.
  35. >Who knows, maybe she’d actually be willing to go out and do something with you.
  36. >Or at least spend some time with you.
  37. >You shook yourself out of your internal dialogue and gave the chef an answer.
  38. “I’m good. I just wanna grab something to snack on real quick.”
  39. >”As you wish,” the chef remained stoic, but you could tell that the other kitchen staff were disappointed they’d spending another couple hours bored out of their minds until lunchtime came around. “Feel free to help yourself to the pantry, then.”
  40. >You nodded, before going on the hunt for some grub.
  41. >After a few minutes, you walked away with a cup of coffee and a toasted cheddar jalapeno bagel, which was the best kind of bagel, in your expert opinion.
  42. >You wandered about the castle, searching for signs of the elusive purple princess you were married to.
  43. >It wasn’t until you entered the mare’s study that you finally found her, working on some paperwork at her desk.
  44. >A smirk crept on your face as you snuck up behind her, closing the distance between the two of you without her noticing.
  45. >When you got within a couple feet of her, you reached out and covered her eyes.
  46. “Guess who?”
  47. >An exasperated sigh left her mouth, as she removed your hands from her face with her magic.
  48. >”Hi Anonymous,” came the annoyed reply.
  49. >You stepped closer, and wrapped an arm around her.
  50. “Cheer up, Sparklebutt, I was only playing.”
  51. >She glanced at out of the corner of her eye.
  52. >”I don’t have time for games right now, Anon.”
  53. >She stopped working on her paperwork and turned to face you.
  54. >”Did you make the bed this morning?”
  55. “Nah,” you shrugged with indifference, “I was hungry, plus I kind of wanted to see my wife.”
  56. >”Uh huh,” she brushed off your remark, much to your disappointment.
  57. >While you had her attention, you decided to make your move.
  58. “Hey, how about we go out for some breakfast? We could head over to Sugarcube Corner, like old times. I’m dying for one of Pinkie’s blueberry muffins, anyways.”
  59. >You flashed her the bright smile you could muster, hoping desperately that it might convince her to take you up on your offer.
  60. >You would be disappointed.
  61. >“I already ate, Anon, plus I have a lot of work to do,” she said, motioning towards the pile of paperwork that was sitting on her desk.
  62. >Not one to give up easily, you pressed on.
  63. “Hey, no worries! How about dinner? Just the two of us. There’s this new Prench rest-”
  64. >”Anon, I have too much work to go out. I-”
  65. “Then how about we just spend some time together tonight, then? Watch a movie, relax by the fire, maybe get a little-”
  66. >You were interrupted by the inevitable exasperated sigh.
  67. >”Look, Anon, I would love to take a break and do something other than my job as a princess, but I can’t today. I have too much work to do today. I’m too busy for anything else.”
  68. >You wanted to call her out on the fact that she was always too busy for anything else, but you knew that it wouldn’t get you anywhere.
  69. “Well… maybe I can help? If we work together, then maybe we-”
  70. >”Anon, I would love a helping hoof- err, hand, but this work is all way above you.”
  71. >Ouch.
  72. >She waved you off.
  73. >”Why don’t you go do something on your own? I’d love to talk, but I’m way too- blah blah blah.”
  74. >You tuned out the rest as you began to walk away.
  75. >You’ve heard it a million times, it’s always the same bullshit every time you try to spend time with her.
  76. >As you open the door to leave the study, you turn around and look towards your wife.
  77. “Hey, even if you’re busy, just remember; I still love you.”
  78. >You stood there for a few seconds waiting for a reply that never came, before sighing with disappointment and walking out, taking your feelings out on the door and slamming it behind you.
  79. >As you stormed out of the castle, angrily discarding your coffee and bagel in the dirt outside, you took a moment to think about your current relationship.
  80. >Every day. Every single fucking day, you wake up to an empty bed, hunt down your wife, and get your affection, as well as your attempts to get her to spend time with you blown off.
  81. >It’s the same fucking excuses.
  82. >’Anon, I’m far too busy to go out with you.’
  83. >’Anon, I can’t talk right now, I’m working.’
  84. >She doesn’t even respond when you tell her you love her anymore.
  85. >You took your anger out on a poor, unfortunate piece of rubbish and kicked up the street.
  86. >It wasn’t always like this.
  87. >Before you got married, when you got here, Twilight took an immediate interest in you.
  88. >Mainly because you were a sentient, undocumented species that just randomly appeared in the middle of Ponyville, but you liked to think it was also because you were a pretty cool guy.
  89. >The two of you would meet basically every other day, and you’d tell Twilight everything you knew about humanity.
  90. >Over time the two of you bonded, and eventually the two of you ditched your meetings in favor of picnics, walks in the park, movie nights, etc.
  91. >You quickly got welcomed into Twilight’s group of friends, and you couldn’t be happier.
  92. >The two of you continued to grow closer and closer together, and after a couple months of being in Equestria, you were beginning to fall for the nerdy princess.
  93. >One night, after drinking just a little too much during one of your weekly movie nights, you decided you were going to share your feelings with her by giving her a sloppy kiss on the lips.
  94. >Much to your shock, she kissed you back. Evidently, she had felt the same way about you for quite some time.
  95. >Over the next couple months, your love blossomed, and after four months of being together, you decided it would be a brilliant idea to ask her to marry you.
  96. >Maybe that wasn’t your brightest decision, but hey, you were drunk.
  97. >She, of course, was thrilled with the idea and said yes on the spot.
  98. >So, the two of you had an extravagant wedding in Canterlot (that wasn’t attacked like the last one, luckily), you made love to her in the honeymoon suite later that evening, then you ran off with her to Germane for a two week long honeymoon.
  99. >That’s when everything began to go to shit.
  100. >Not long after getting back, Twilight’s workload increased dramatically.
  101. >At first, things weren’t so bad. You at least weren’t alone in bed, even if the two of you weren’t able to do anything together during the day because she was so busy.
  102. >The two of you were still affectionate with each other. She’d put kiss you and tell you how much she loved you whenever she had the chance.
  103. >But over the past couple months, her workload has been growing larger and larger.
  104. >As you recently found out from Celestia, she had been volunteering for all of this. According to her, the curse of immortality was finally hitting her, and she was doing everything in her power to ignore it.
  105. >Eventually, you, as well as all her friends, were slowly shoved out of her life.
  106. >And now… she doesn’t even respond when you tell her you love her anymore.
  107. “FUCK!”
  108. >You lashed out at a nearby trashcan, kicking it over and spilling it’s contents all over the place.
  109. >”Anon?!”
  110. >You turned towards the source of the voice, spotting a concerned looking mint green unicorn standing a few feet away from you.
  111. >”Are you okay?”
  112. “Yeah dude, just fucking peachy!” You responded, before giving the downed trash can another kick.
  113. >”Then why are you kicking that poor trash can?”
  114. “Because it pet my wife, stole my cat, and sodomized my television.”
  115. >The mare took your joke to heart.
  116. >”Really?!”
  117. >You snorted with amusement, as you felt the beginning of a smile tug at the corner of your mouth.
  118. “I wish, if shit like that happened, maybe I wouldn’t be feeling the way I do right now.”
  119. >Your smile disappeared, as a look of realization showed up on the mare’s face.
  120. >”Twilight?”
  121. >You nodded, your heart beginning to ache at the sound of her name.
  122. >At the same time, your stomach unleashed a fierce growl, reminding you that you tossed your breakfast in your anger.
  123. >The mare standing in front of you picked up on both of these things.
  124. >”Hey, cheer up, big guy-”
  125. “For you,” you blurted out.
  126. >”H-huh?” Her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink in response.
  127. “I’m being ironic.”
  128. >”R-right. I forgot you were a sperglord.”
  129. “Well, my wife doesn’t entertain me, so I have to entertain myself,” you stated with a shrug.
  130. >The pain grew worse as Lyra continued to speak.
  131. >”Hey, she’ll come around… eventually. Let’s grab some brunch, you sound like a starving Griffon child.”
  132. “Sure, I’m fucking famished.”
  133. >You could also use a couple mojitos, even if they were pretty gay.
  134. >You desperately needed a drink.
  135. >Lyra led you to a place you have become rather familiar with since you first showed up in Ponyville.
  136. >The Salty Sailor.
  137. >It doesn’t sound like a great place for brunch, but as Twilight used to say, you should never judge a book by it’s cover.
  138. >Your inner turmoil increased as you thought about her.
  139. >About the time when the two of you actually acted like lovers, and not just roommates.
  140. >As much as she neglected you, you still loved her. You wanted things to go back like they used to be.
  141. >But you were beginning to wonder if that was even possible at this point.
  142. >You were shaken from your thoughts as you felt a warm, soft pair of hooves wrap around your waist.
  143. >You looked down, spotting Lyra hugging your waist, looking up at your with a reassuring grin.
  144. >It was pretty awkward that she would hugging you when you had some serious morning wood, but you ignored that; you need some comfort.
  145. >You knelt down, and reciprocated the hug.
  146. >The mare tightened her grip, burying her muzzle into your chest.
  147. >The two of you stayed like that in silence for a few moments.
  148. >Nothing needed to be said, nothing needed to be asked.
  149. >It was always the same bullshit.
  150. >Your heart was being ripped asunder by a mare who seemingly couldn’t give two shits about you.
  151. >Lyra, the truest bro in the whole world, was always there to pick up the pieces.
  152. >And she learned long ago that most of your problems went away with some affection and a few beers.
  153. >Until the next time you got blown off by Twilight, then you had to repeat the process all over again.
  154. >”Anon?”
  155. “Hmm?”
  156. >”Where’s your pants?”
  157. >You looked down, remembering that you decided to ditch clothes in favor of your rather revealing boxers today.
  158. “I like to feel the breeze between my knees.”
  159. >She giggled, before leaning up, giving you an affectionate nuzzle.
  160. >”Let’s get some food.”
  161. >Your stomach immediately growled at the mention of the word ‘food’.
  162. “Yeah, let’s.”
  163. >Reluctantly, you pulled away from the mint green unicorn, and walked inside with her.
  164. >You were on your third beer by the time your breakfast arrived.
  165. >Beers usually weren’t on the menu for brunch, but you were in the mood for a man’s drink, and the owner was rather accommodating for regulars.
  166. >And you were as regular as a regular could be.
  167. >Heh, you’re an alcoholic.
  168. >The moment the food was dropped in front of you, you went to work, not even bothering to thank the waitress like you usually did.
  169. >Food, you needed food.
  170. >And another beer.
  171. >You paused long enough to let the waitress know about that second, which she quickly ran off to get.
  172. >The moment she was gone, you went back to work on your food, devouring it like a lion would a gazelle.
  173. >By the time the mare returned with a fresh bottle, your plate was empty, and your stomach was full.
  174. “Thanks,” you grinned at the waitress, taking the bottle off of her.
  175. >”No problem, Anon.”
  176. >She returned your grin, before sauntering off.
  177. >”Anon.”
  178. >You turned to face your bro as she spoke your name, giving her your full attention.
  179. >”What happened?”
  180. “You already know. It’s always the same bullshit.”
  181. >”Yeah, but I don’t know details.”
  182. >You remained silent, taking a quick drink from your beer.
  183. >She gave you a reassuring smile, running her hoof along the table and placing it on your free hand.
  184. >”Come on, it’ll help to vent.”
  185. >You placed your beer down, gripping her hoof with your now free hand.
  186. “Right.”
  187. >She already knew this song and dance, but she was right. It would certainly help to just get it out.
  188. >So, you recounted your story.
  189. “Today was basically the same as every other day,” you began.
  190. >The mare leaned forward with interest as you continued.
  191. “I woke up to an empty bed, grabbed some breakfast, and immediately hunted down my wife. I kept telling myself, like every other day, that today would be different. That today, I would convince her to put aside the work, and do something with me. That today, I-I would get my wife back.”
  192. >You choked on the last bit, your shield beginning to crack under the copious amounts of beer you consumed with an empty stomach.
  193. >You held a lot in. Your wife just didn’t seem to care about you anymore, and the way you felt grew worse everyday.
  194. >But you had to be strong.
  195. >You couldn’t let them see you break.
  196. >Not like this.
  197. “I found her working in the study, fucking typical, right?”
  198. >She didn’t say anything in response, just nodded.
  199. >You found yourself tightening your grip on her hoof as you continued.
  200. “I asked her to go to breakfast with me, which got me the typical answer. Then I moved onto dinner, then just tried to get her to spend a tiny bit of time with me. And every time, I was blown off.”
  201. >You felt the dam beginning to struggle.
  202. “I-I told her I loved her, a-and she couldn’t even bother saying i-it-”
  203. >You stopped in your tracks, as a solitary tear ran down your cheek.
  204. >The dam had began to overflow.
  205. >You choked back the tears, as you attempted to get ahold of yourself before the dam collapsed.
  206. >You were beginning to hyperventilate, so you began some breathing exercises that Salty had shown you in the past.
  207. >’Combat breathing’, he called it.
  208. >You breathed in through your nose, counting down the seconds.
  209. >One…
  210. >Two…
  211. >Three…
  212. >Four…
  213. >You held in your breath, counting down another four seconds, before exhaling for another four seconds.
  214. >You repeated this process until you had finally managed to gain control of yourself.
  215. >Yet another disastrous collapse avoided.
  216. “I love that mare…” you finally say, looking Lyra dead in the eyes, “I give it my all to try and fix things. But she disregards me, completely. She doesn’t give two shits about me.”
  217. >You found yourself laughing to yourself.
  218. “I almost wish that she cheated on me, or that we were just fighting. Even in those scenarios, she’d at least talk to me. She’d probably still care. And we could work through it, and become stronger, together.”
  219. >You stopped talking, and took a long drink from your beer, before going on.
  220. “But it’s not like that. It’s like my wife is dead, just a fucking zombie that does nothing but works and tells me to fuck off.”
  221. >You finally finished. The anger was gone now.
  222. >All you felt now, was defeat.
  223. “I don’t even care if we go out, or if we make love, or anything. All I want is to talk to my wife for five minutes. Just a normal, regular conversation. I want to hear that she loves me. But even that… I don’t think that’s a reality anymore.”
  224. >”Anon…”
  225. >You looked at the mare who sat across from you, who was giving you one of the most caring looks you’ve seen.
  226. >Not even Twilight could best what you were seeing right now.
  227. >”I’m here for you, no matter what,” she reassured you with a pleasant smile.
  228. >Her smile was infectious, as one spread across your face.
  229. “Thank you.”
  230. >The feeling of defeat washed away, and was soon replaced by a warm feeling in your gut as you stared into her caring eyes, finding comfort in the soft hooves that you held in your grip.
  231. >She leaned across the table, and gave you an affectionate nuzzle.
  232. >”Do you have anything going on?” she inquired as she leaned back into her seat, her normally mint cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. “I was think we could…”
  233. “I don’t have anything going on,” your grin grew slightly wider.
  234. >Even if you did, the last thing you wanted to do was go back right now.
  235. >”Let’s get out of here, then. Find something to do.”
  236. >You stumbled out of the Salty Sailor, feelings much better than you did when you entered.
  237. >Might be because of the numerous beers in your system, but it also might be related to the fact Salty came over and told you everything was on the house.
  238. >He said it was because he figured you didn’t have any money since you were naked as a jaybird, but it was more likely because he was sympathetic to your struggle.
  239. >What a bro.
  240. >That reminds you…
  241. “Hey Lyra?”
  242. >The mare stopped in her tracks, looking up at you expectantly.
  243. “Would you mind if I stopped by my place real quick like? I should probably get some pants.”
  244. >A concern expression crossed her face.
  245. >”Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
  246. “Not really, no. I mean, I like to feel the breeze between my knees, but-”
  247. >She gently shushed you, getting you to shut up.
  248. >“I mean, is it a good idea to go back there in your current state?”
  249. >You shrugged.
  250. “I’m just getting some clothes, I don’t think I have to worry about anything.”
  251. >The mare didn’t seem convinced, but she went along with it.
  252. >”Alright, if you say so, Anon.”
  253. >You are Lyra.
  254. >As you and your friend Anonymous begin your journey towards Twilight’s castle, you take a moment to remember how you got here.
  255. >It was about ten months ago when you met Anon at one of Pinkie Pie’s party, back when everybody but Twilight and her friends thought he was a monster.
  256. >You were honestly terrified by him.
  257. >But once Pinkie Pie introduced you to him, and the two of you began to converse, you came to realize something.
  258. >Behind that frightening exterior, lay not a monster, but a major sweetheart.
  259. >A bit eccentric, but a sweetheart nonetheless.
  260. >You giggled a bit to yourself as he introduced himself as ‘Anonymous, Destroyer of Cunts’ to your friend Bon-Bon when they met.
  261. >You quickly befriended him, and it wasn’t long before the two of you were the best of friends.
  262. >Well, best of bros, as he liked to call it.
  263. >The two of you were seemingly unable to go a day without spending some time together.
  264. >However, your relationship with him didn’t become what it was today until about a month into his marriage with Twilight.
  265. >You noticed a couple weeks into his marriage that he wasn’t his usual self anymore.
  266. >It seemed like he was slowly losing all his joy in life.
  267. >You tried to talk to him about it, but he’d just shrug it off, saying he was fine.
  268. >Two weeks later, he finally opened up to you, telling you about how Twilight just wasn’t there for him anymore.
  269. >In fact, it seemed like she was doing everything in her power to avoid the man.
  270. >It was at that point that you two didn’t just become the best of friends, you became to barrier between him and his life completely falling apart.
  271. >Before you had met him, you were mostly alone, and you weren’t about to let your friend down.
  272. >And so, for the next five months, you comforted Anon whenever you needed to, which was seemingly daily.
  273. >You spent time with him when Twilight blew him off.
  274. >You were affectionate with him when she refused to.
  275. >You did everything in your power to make sure Anon was happy whenever he was with you.
  276. >And you would continue to do so until he didn’t need you to anymore.
  277. >You are Anonymous.
  278. >You find yourself standing outside your not-so-humble abode, a sight you regularly dread when you’re out and about.
  279. >Truth be told, since Twilight basically refuses to do anything with you, you avoid the castle whenever you can.
  280. >Being here brings nothing but sadness to you.
  281. >But you’re just here for pants, so, you can deal.
  282. “You wanna come inside?”
  283. >Your companion’s ears perked up at her offer, but she shook her head.
  284. >”Nah, I’m good out here.”
  285. >You nodded, understanding.
  286. >Lyra had a similar view of the castle. She didn’t say it often, but you knew she had grown to despise Twilight for how she treats you.
  287. >You couldn’t blame her.
  288. >You entered the castle and rushed up to your bedroom.
  289. >You were hopeful that you might run into your wife there or on the way, maybe have a chat with her.
  290. >Anything, really.
  291. >But, alas, the princess remained ever elusive, likely couped up in her study.
  292. >As usual.
  293. >As you rummaged through your closet, looking for the right pair of clothes to wear, you wondered briefly if she even spent time with the other Elements of Harmony anymore.
  294. >Hell, you didn’t even think she even did anything official with them anymore.
  295. >She just… worked.
  296. >You shook yourself from your thoughts. Lyra had just undone this morning’s damage.
  297. >The last thing you needed to do was think yourself back into your previous state.
  298. >You tried to not think of your wife as you assembled your attire for the day, which consisted of some faded jeans and a plain black shirt.
  299. >...
  300. >It’s a bit chilly out.
  301. >You grabbed a jacket, which you had Rarity custom make back when you got here.
  302. >You’ve been wanting a scorpion jacket ever since you watched Drive back in the day.
  303. >Feeling content with your attire, you donned your jacket, and began to make your way out of the castle to rejoin the mare who was waiting on you.
  304. >As you walked out of the castle, you immediately began to feel much, much better.
  305. >Lyra spotted you as you began to walk her way, and immediately closed the distance between the two of you.
  306. >She sidled up alongside you, her body brushing up against your legs as she looked up to you.
  307. >”So, what do you wanna do?”
  308. >Now, that was a good question.
  309. >The answer was pretty clear, though. You wanted to spend time with-
  310. >No, you can’t think about her. You’re with your friend. You need to stop being a selfish prick and think about Lyra.
  311. >And that’s what you’ll do.
  312. “You know, I really don’t know. Why don’t you pick?”
  313. >”Uh…”
  314. >The mare scratched her head, probably coming up with as many ideas as you had.
  315. “Wanna just go to the park and hang out until we come up with an idea?”
  316. >She nodded.
  317. “Sure Anon, I’d love to!”
  318. >It wasn’t long before you found yourself on your back, resting your head on your arms as you relaxed by the Ponyville Lake, Lyra beside your side
  319. >You stared up at the blue sky above you, watching the clouds as they lazily floated in and out of your vision.
  320. >You sat up, feeling the urge for a drink, and you reached for the six pack you grabbed on the way to the park, ripping one of the bottles from it’s packaging.
  321. “Hey Lyra, mind opening this for me?”
  322. >The mare sat up and looked your way, before spotting the bottle you were holding out to her.
  323. >”Sure Anon!”
  324. >The mare’s horn lit up with a golden aura, and soon a matching aura surrounding the cap.
  325. >Seconds later, the cap flew off, hitting you right in the eye.
  326. “Ow!”
  327. >”Whoops!” A horrified expression crossed Lyra’s face as she hopped into your lap, leaning in as she examined your eye. “Are you alright?”
  328. >You smiled at the mare’s over the top concern for your well being.
  329. “Yeah, I’m fine. I wish I wasn’t, though. Eyepatches are cool. Plus I could talk about the booty in a pirate accent all day.”
  330. >You took a drink from your beer, before placing your unoccupied hand on the top of Lyra’s head, giving her an affectionate scratch behind the ear.
  331. >The mare breathed a content sigh, falling into your chest as your fingers did what they did best.
  332. >You sat there, casually drinking away your beer as the mare in your lap went numb with pleasure.
  333. >Silence reigned between the two of you, only being broken by the occasion coo and sigh from your friend.
  334. >As you began to lost focus, you briefly reminisced about the times you would do this with Twilight.
  335. >She was basically putty in your hands (no pun intended) when ever you used them on her. Whether you were washing her mane, scratching her ears, or getting l-lewd with her, she couldn’t get enough of it.
  336. >God… you missed being able to touch her without getting told to fuck off…
  337. >You are Lyra, and you are in fucking heaven right now.
  338. >You almost moaned as Anon continued his onslaught on your ears.
  339. “Nnnnnnng~” you breathed out, moaning silently into his chest as he touched a particularly sensitive area.
  340. >So much for almost.
  341. >You wondered if your friend even realized what his fingers did to you.
  342. >You knew he did the same things with… her… so you assumed he-
  343. >He stopped?
  344. >You took a second to regain your composure, before unburying your face from his chest and looking up at him.
  345. >He had a look in his eyes, a look you’ve seen a million times.
  346. >It expressed many emotions. Sadness, loneliness, despair, and many more.
  347. >It was never a good sight.
  348. “Anon…?”
  349. >You didn’t get a response.
  350. >That’s an even worse sign.
  351. “Anon!” You cried out desperately, trying to get his attention.
  352. >Even your cries failed to pull him out of his trance.
  353. >Whenever he became like this, pulling him back to reality could prove challenging.
  354. >But there was one surefire way to get him to snap out of it.
  355. >You didn’t like it, but the both of knew it was better than the alternative.
  356. >You brought your hoof back, and struck out at the human, slapping him across the face.
  357. “SNAP OUT OF IT!”
  358. >You are Anonymous.
  359. >And you just got reminded that Lyra pimp hoof game is strong.
  360. >You rubbed at your reddenned cheek, relishing in the pain.
  361. >It was always out of desperation, a last ditch attempt to get you out of a deep state of emotional turmoil, and you knew that Lyra absolutely despised striking you.
  362. >But with her slaps came peace, and you were grateful for them.
  363. >Even if it did sting afterwards.
  364. >”I-I’m sorry, A-Anon,” she began to choke out an apology, “I-I just-”
  365. >You put a finger to her lip, shushing her as you flashed her a reassuring smile.
  366. “It’s okay, Lyra. I’m fine. It just stings a bit.”
  367. >You took a sip from your beer, before holding the beer up to the spot where you were hit.
  368. >The pain beginning to be numbed by the ice cold bottle, you wrapped your unoccupied arm around the mare’s back and pulled her in close, eliciting a small squeak from the pony.
  369. “Thank you,” you breathed into her ear.
  370. >She looked up at you with those golden irises of hers
  371. >”What? I just slapped you! Don’t-”
  372. >You shushed her. The mare fell silent, and you took the opportunity to speak.
  373. “It’s not that. It’s just… well, you’re always there for me whenever I need somebody. I really appreciate it, Lyra.”
  374. >She smiled, before reciprocating your hug, her hooves almost crushing you as she squeezed you.
  375. >”Hey, don’t mention it. What are friends for?”
  376. >You matched her grin, and did your best to match the strength of her hug with the one arm available to you.
  377. “I’m sure, someday, you’re going to make some guy really happy.”
  378. >“I’m sure, someday, you’re going to make some guy really happy.”
  379. >You are Lyra.
  380. >You continued to smile pleasantly at the man you have your hooves wrapped around, but on the inside, you were screaming.
  381. >The two of you had been friends for almost a year, and yet, Anon still didn’t know how you felt about him.
  382. >It wasn’t long after the two of you became friends that you began to crush on him.
  383. >But at the time, you couldn’t work up the courage to act on your feelings.
  384. >For months, you kept trying to build up the courage to say something.
  385. >The day you were going to finally tell him, you were informed by an extremely intoxicated and ecstatic Anon that he had proposed to Twilight, and that she had said yes.
  386. >You acted happy and celebrated with him that night, but really, you were devastated.
  387. >You felt like your chance at a happy life had been stolen from you.
  388. >And then their marriage began to fail, not even a month in, thanks to Twilight neglecting him.
  389. >Over these last several months, you’ve grown to despise your childhood friend.
  390. >There was no other way to say it.
  391. >You hated Twilight.
  392. >You hated the way she treated Anon.
  393. >You hated how she took him for granted.
  394. >You hated how she stole him from you.
  395. >You wanted to tell Anon the truth.
  396. >You wanted to tell him everything.
  397. >You wanted HIM. You wanted him to be your ‘some guy’.
  398. >But you couldn’t, because you knew that Anon still loved Twilight.
  399. >All you could do was support him
  400. >”So, I’ve been thinking…”
  401. >You put an end to your inner dialogue and gave the man your complete attention.
  402. >”You know, you do so much for me, it’s only polite to do something for you.”
  403. >You gave Anon your best smile.
  404. >He was too sweet.
  405. “I don’t need anything, Anon. I’m just looking out for my friend.”
  406. >You weren’t lying either. Your feelings for him and Twilight aside, you supported Anon because you cared deeply for him.
  407. >He shook his head.
  408. >”No, I insist. Besides, it’ll make life a tad bit easier on me to not have to cancel these reservations.”
  409. >You raised a curious brow at him.
  410. “What reservations?”
  411. >A cheeky grin spread across his face.
  412. >”Well, I made reservations for dinner tonight at this new Prench place in case Twilight decided to come around.”
  413. >His grin faltered slightly at the mention of his wife, but it didn’t disappear, thankfully.
  414. >”So, instead of just cancelling the reservations like I usually do, I figured that, since I really, really do owe you one, and we were looking for something to do tonight anyways, you could just take over for Twilight and come out with me.”
  415. >Your eyes lit up at this.
  416. >Was he asking you out?
  417. >You mentally slapped yourself at this thought; of course he wasn’t asking you out, the guy’s married.
  418. >But… the whole thing did seem quite romantic.
  419. >Just the two of you, alone at some swanky Prench restaurant.
  420. >Anon was a prince, even if it was just by marriage. There’s no doubt that he was asking you to somewhere high class with him, especially if he intended on Twilight going with him.
  421. >Your heart fluttered as you fantasized about the evening ahead.
  422. >”So… are you on board?”
  423. >Huh?
  424. >You giggled as you shook yourself out of your fantasies, but nodding at the man.
  425. >”I’d love nothing more than to accompany you, Anon.”
  426. >You are still Lyra.
  427. >After several hours of idle chit chat and drinking with Anon, the two of you decided to go your separate ways so you could get ready for tonight.
  428. >You felt yourself grow flustered at the thought of dining out with Anon.
  429. >Even if it was just a thing between friends, it was hard not to think about it as something else.
  430. >Deep down, you wished it could be something else.
  431. >Even deeper down, you wished you could make it into something else.
  432. >But you couldn’t do that to Anon for your own selfish reasons.
  433. >As much as you hated Twilight, and as much as you loved Anon, you could never force yourself on him.
  434. >He would only hate you for that, even if his wife treated lower than trash.
  435. >You groaned, slapping a hoof to your forehead as you tried desperately to stop thinking about… her.
  436. >All it did was work you up, and that was terrible for your complexion.
  437. >You are Anonymous.
  438. >You found yourself sitting on your lonely bed, your attire for tonight lying folded neatly beside you.
  439. >You hated being here, but you had nothing to do. You had an hour before you had to get out of here and meet up with Lyra at the Epicure.
  440. >You looked over longingly to the bedroom doors, hoping against hope that Twilight would walk through them.
  441. >At this point, however, you knew deep down seeing her outside of her study just wasn’t going to happen.
  442. >She didn’t even meet up with delegates or save Equestria with her friends anymore.
  443. >She wouldn’t even leave that cursed room to eat, she’d have a servant bring food up to her.
  444. >...how did she use the bathroom?
  445. >You felt a horrifying shiver run down your spine as you remembered those disgusting NEETs on 4chan who collected their waste in jugs.
  446. >You hoped your wife hadn’t gone that far.
  447. >A sigh escaped your mouth as you reached over to the nightstand and grabbed your glass of water, taking a sip from it.
  448. >As much as you enjoyed making a drunken ass of yourself, you wanted to sober up for tonight.
  449. >For Lyra’s sake.
  450. >At the thought of your friend, you felt a warm feeling develope in your chest.
  451. >You had other friends, and Twilight’s friends cared for you as well…
  452. >...but they were never there for you when you needed them, unlike Lyra.
  453. >She was always there.
  454. >You had to make tonight special.
  455. >For her.
  456. >An hour later, you were on your way to the train station.
  457. >It took you a while to figure out what you were going to wear, but eventually you decided on the first suit that Rarity had designed for you.
  458. >It was a charcoal suit with a simple crimson tie.
  459. >It certainly wouldn’t be as fancy as some of the attire the Canterlot elite would be wearing, but what the fuck were they going to do?
  460. >Turn you away?
  461. >You’re a mother fucking prince.
  462. >An alcoholic prince who’s the joke of the royal family, but a prince nonetheless.
  463. >At least all the beer companies wanted you in their ads.
  464. >You stopped, realizing you had arrived at the train station while you were lost in your thoughts.
  465. >You looked around, trying to spot a certain mint green unicorn milling about, but had no luck.
  466. >She was probably still getting ready.
  467. >It didn’t matter what species they were, women would always take their sweet time getting ready.
  468. >You shrugged and took a seat on an unoccupied bench, before stretching out and relaxing.
  469. >At least you knew she would actually show up, even if she ran a bit late.
  470. >Unlike you wife.
  471. >You felt that dark feeling in your gut as you thought about the last time you were at this train station, just a little over five months ago.
  472. >It was the last time Twilight agreed to go out with you.
  473. >You had gotten reservations Dorsia, which was difficult, even with you being married to a national hero and being a member of the royal family by marriage.
  474. >This was back when things were just starting to get rough.
  475. >She would still talk to you back then.
  476. >You’d still sleep together at night, and you’d occasionally wake up to her beautiful face.
  477. >You went to her study, and told her you were taking her out.
  478. >She was elated. She actually wanted to go with you, it seemed.
  479. >She worked throughout the day, and you relished in the feeling of getting your marriage back on track.
  480. >When it came time to leave, you found that your wife was still working.
  481. >She told you she’d meet you at the train station.
  482. >You figured she would just get ready real quick, and that she would just teleport to the station when she was ready.
  483. >So you took her word and walked over to the train station on your own.
  484. >And there you waited…
  485. >And waited…
  486. >And waited…
  487. >The trains came and went, and you still sat there, stubbornly refusing to believe you were getting blown off.
  488. >That all your efforts were in vain.
  489. >The next thing you knew, the train station was closed, and you were still alone.
  490. >You went back home, and immediately went up to her study, where you found her, still working.
  491. >When you demanded to know why you got stood up by your own wife, you got the same old excuse you were now used to.
  492. >’I was busy.’
  493. >That was the last day your wife actually acknowledged you, beyond telling you to leave her alone so she could work.
  494. >From that night on, you slept alone.
  495. >You were shaken from your thoughts as a pair of soft appendages covered your eyes.
  496. >”Guess who?” a familiar feminine voice breathed into your ear.
  497. >’Not your wife,’ something deep inside you said.
  498. >You ignored your inner voice, and played along.
  499. “The mercenary? The masked mare?”
  500. >”H-huh?”
  501. >You grinned, turning around as the mare uncovered your eyes.
  502. “Relax Lyra, I’m just being-”
  503. >You stopped midsentence, as you took in your friend.
  504. >Lyra usually cared as much about appearances as Rainbow Dash did.
  505. >Usually.
  506. >She was wearing a silk dark purple dress, much of the fabric being covered up by what appeared to be a small layer of purple gems of varying hues.
  507. >She wore a matching bowtie in her shockingly neatly combed mane, covered in the same gems that covered her dress.
  508. >She wore makeup, but only a minimal amount to enhance her natural features.
  509. >And her perfume… she smelled of lilacs and daisys. It hardly overpowered you like most perfumes did, it smelt lovely, and it was just barely there in the background.
  510. >Frankly, she looked stunning.
  511. >Lyra caught you staring, as an unsure look crossed her face.
  512. >”D-do you not like it?”
  513. >You flashed her a reassuring smile.
  514. “You look beautiful, Lyra.”
  515. >You are Lyra.
  516. >You didn’t even comprehend what Anon said for a few seconds.
  517. >But as he looked at you with a gaze that not even you could read, with a grin that made your heart throb, you realized you hadn’t lost it.
  518. >He just called you beautiful.
  519. >You immediately felt your cheeks begin to burn, and you imagined that they more than likely turned a deep shade of scarlet.
  520. >You tried to respond to his compliment, but you could only stammer out a few syllables.
  521. >To say you were flustered, was an understatement.
  522. >He chuckled at your reaction, before patting the seat beside him.
  523. >”Quit acting so bashful and come sit with me.”
  524. >You nodded, trotting around the bench and climbing up on it, sitting beside the man.
  525. >He leaned towards you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in closer.
  526. >You welcomed this, curling up on your side, and using his lap as if it were a pillow.
  527. >A hand found it’s way to your now exposed belly, his fingers beginning run back and forth along it.
  528. >You bit your lip, doing you best to not get any more flustered than you already were.
  529. >Your legs kicked a bit at the man’s touch, and you felt a familiar moistness begin to form between your flanks.
  530. >What was it about hands that did these things to you?
  531. >Trying to keep yourself from getting to worked up, you looked up at your friend with an inquisitive look.
  532. “So, where are we going to eat?”
  533. >”Oh, I didn’t tell you?”
  534. >You shook your head no.
  535. >”Huh. It’s kind of new. It’s called Epicure, it’s a-”
  536. “EPICURE?!”
  537. >Your friend flinched a bit at your sudden outburst.
  538. “Heh… sorry…”
  539. >”It’s cool.”
  540. >His smile immediately put you at ease.
  541. >”I assume you’ve heard of the place?”
  542. >You nodded.
  543. “Yeah, Bonnie told me about. She told me the cheapest entree was like 200 bits!”
  544. >He snickered at this.
  545. >”You’re not wrong. This outing’s probably going to cost me a couple thousand bits.”
  546. >You felt your draw almost drop.
  547. >Two thousand?!
  548. >You were lucky if you made that much in a month.
  549. >”Good thing I effectively get paid by the state because I just happened to marry a princess,” he said offhandedly.
  550. >Any further conversation was interrupted by a distant train whistle.
  551. >Anon perked up at the sound.
  552. >”Sounds like our ride is here.”
  553. >You are Anonymous.
  554. >After the train came to stop in the station, you climbed aboard, your friend right behind you.
  555. >You walked about the mostly empty train until you found the bar.
  556. >Grabbing a couple beers for Lyra and yourself, you made your way to a nearby booths, plopping down in one of the chairs and stretching out on it.
  557. >Instead of taking the seat opposite from you, your friend hopped into your lap, leaning against your chest.
  558. >You didn’t mind, Lyra was always really affectionate, and it was something you enjoyed as much as she did.
  559. >Plus, married or not, it was hard to complain about a beautiful mare sitting on your disco stick.
  560. >Not like Twilight would care enough to protest.
  561. >You felt the immediate urge for a drink the moment you thought of your wife.
  562. >You grabbed your bottle off the table, taking a quick sip from it.
  563. >You had sobered up, for the most part, earlier, so one beer wouldn’t hurt you, or ruin anybody’s evening.
  564. >The single beer wouldn’t take her off your mind.
  565. >You still loved her, but…
  566. >It’s over five months since you’ve even had a meaningful conversation.
  567. >Let alone gone out on do something.
  568. >You’ve tried everything. You’ve brought her gifts, gotten tickets to extremely exclusive shows, gotten reservations at restaurants that only an extremely small percentage of the population could get into, and still, nothing.
  569. >Everything you could think of that could save your marriage and give you your wife back has failed.
  570. >She was always too busy for you.
  571. >She was... too busy even to tell you that she loved you.
  572. >That defeated feeling popped up once again.
  573. >You took another drink, before looking down at the mare using you as her seat.
  574. “Lyra…?”
  575. >Her ears perked up at use of her name.
  576. >She glanced up at you with an inquisitive look.
  577. >”Yeah, Anon?”
  578. >You breathed a defeated sigh, before going on.
  579. “What should I do?”
  580. >She raised a brow at your question.
  581. >”What do you mean, Anon?”
  582. “Let me rephrase the question…”
  583. >You steeled yourself to say something you never thought you’d say six months ago, and forced them out.
  584. “Should I divorce Twilight?”
  585. >You are Lyra.
  586. >Your heart skipped a beat as you took in those words.
  587. >You saw the look in his eyes.
  588. >He was completely serious about this.
  589. “Uh…”
  590. >You had no idea what to say.
  591. >Or rather, you did, but didn’t know how to say it.
  592. >The man you loved, the one who had basically been completely dependent on you for affection and support for the past almost six months, was now asking if you if he should divorce his wife.
  593. >Had you been a different mare, you would take advantage of this opportunity to take what was rightfully yours.
  594. >But, deep down, you felt that was wrong.
  595. >Anon had to talk himself into divorcing Twilight.
  596. >...but that didn’t mean you couldn’t help him right that conclusion just a tad.
  597. >Right?
  598. >You opened your mouth to say something, but Anon beat you to it.
  599. >”Lyra, it’s been five months since I’ve even had a discussion with Twilight that didn’t end with ‘I’m busy, go away!’” He did an over the top and rather whiney impression of his wife. “And we haven’t spent any quality time together since our honeymoon. It’s just… I don’t even have a wife at this point. I’ve lost her to… whatever the fuck she’s too busy with.”
  600. >He breathed out another defeated swear.
  601. >”It’s like… she’s not even married to me, she’s married to her work. That’s all she does! Spends every waking moment in that study.”
  602. >A single tear rolled down his cheek, followed by another, and another.
  603. >It was an unreal sight.
  604. >After six months of emotional torture, the dam had finally collapsed.
  605. >Before you was a broken man, a man who fought long and hard just for his wife’s affection, and lost the war.
  606. >You shifted your body and turned to face your sobbing friend, and wrapped your forehooves around him.
  607. >He immediately fell into the embrace, burying his face into you as he gripped you tightly.
  608. >You didn’t even care about him dirtying the dress you saved up for an entire year to buy.
  609. >You just wanted to be there for him.
  610. >”S-she can’t e-even spare me a-a simple I-I love you,” he choked out between sobs.
  611. >He unburied his face and looked you dead in the eyes.
  612. >”W-why?” He demanded from you as if you held all the answers. “W-where did i-it all go wrong?”
  613. “I-I-”
  614. >He kept going, probably not even noticing your stammering.
  615. >”W-what did I do wrong?”
  616. >You tightened your grip on the man.
  617. >”You didn’t do anything wrong, Anon…” you coo’d into his ear, rubbing his back in an effort to calm him down. “You did everything you could. Way more than anyone else would’ve done.”
  618. >He stopped talking after this, though continued to sob softly as the two of you held each.
  619. >As you took in the sight of your friend, finally broken after months of neglect, you felt your hatred for Twilight grow much, much stronger.
  620. >That BITCH did this to him.
  621. >He gave her everything, and she couldn’t even give him five minutes of her time.
  622. >You felt physically ill at the fact that you actually used to call her your friend once upon a time.
  623. >But there was a time to be sick about it later.
  624. >Your friend needed you.
  625. >You weighed the moral implications of the actions you were considering.
  626. >You previously didn’t speak your mind about Anon’s marriage in the past because you didn’t want him to be angry.
  627. >Plus it seemed wrong to try to get the man you loved to leave his wife.
  628. >But… seeing the broken man in front of you, you seriously doubted he’d be angry if you told him the truth.
  629. >You weren’t doing this to steal Twilight’s man, even if you doubted she’d even notice or care if you did.
  630. >You were doing this to put an end to his suffering.
  631. >You were doing this to finally bring the joy back into his life.
  632. >You knew what lay in wait for Anon if you didn’t do what needed to be done.
  633. ”Anon,” you spoke up, loud and stern enough to get his attention.
  634. >He pulled his face out of your dress, looking you in the eye.
  635. ”I don’t know what’s going on with Twilight. I don’t really think anybody really does. But…”
  636. >Here goes nothing.
  637. “Ever since you married Twilight, all I’ve seen is that she doesn’t care. If she did, do you think she would treat you this way?”
  638. >He shook his head.
  639. >”No. I don’t.”
  640. >You looked the man straight in the eye, and finally, you spoke the truth.
  641. “It’s time to move on, Anon.”
  642. >You are Anonymous.
  643. >After almost six long months of constant neglect from your wife, you had finally broken down.
  644. >The dam had collapsed, and everything it had been holding back has flooded out.
  645. >Despite everything, you still loved Twilight.
  646. >But… you didn’t love the Twilight of the present, you loved the Twilight of the past.
  647. >Deep down, you’ve felt this way for a long time.
  648. >You knew it was never going to get better, as much as you fought to change that.
  649. >This morning finally pushed you over the edge.
  650. >Until today, you would always get at least a half-hearted ‘I love you too’, back.
  651. >Even if she blew you off and didn’t speak to you, that little thing meant something.
  652. >Today, that disappeared. And you knew that it wouldn’t come back.
  653. >It truly was time to move on.
  654. >Your mind concluded, you let out a sigh of resignation.
  655. “You’re fucking right.”
  656. >It was a long time coming, but you finally had it.
  657. >You didn’t care how difficult it was, you were finally going to take your life back.
  658. >You will always love Twilight, but you can’t take it anymore.
  659. >You were going to get a divorce.
  660. >...
  661. >You needed a fucking drink.
  662. >You grabbed your beer, and shakily brought it up to your lips, tipping it back and letting it pour down your throat.
  663. >Swallowing down the cold, refreshing liquid, you came to a realization.
  664. >You felt a million times better.
  665. >In fact, you’ve felt a million times better than you have in months.
  666. >A massive weight had been taken off of you.
  667. >You were free.
  668. >It was finally over.
  669. >Well, almost.
  670. >You still needed to file for divorce.
  671. >The good thing was, even if you divorced Twilight, you’d still be considered a member of the royal family, and you’d still be paid as such.
  672. >You could even stay in the palace if you wanted to.
  673. >Like that’d ever happen.
  674. >You weren’t even going to wait for you to be actually divorced, you were moving out tomorrow.
  675. >”Anon.”
  676. >Lyra’s voice brought you back to reality.
  677. >You took a moment to take her in.
  678. >She was smiling, and her grin seemed more pleasant than you’ve ever seen before.
  679. >”You’re making the right call.”
  680. >You smiled, and nodded in agreement.
  681. “Yeah, I think you’re right.”
  682. >You are Lyra.
  683. >You could barely contain yourself as you grinned like an absolute madwoman.
  684. >Ordinarily, you would’ve scolded yourself for blatantly relishing in Anon’s issues with Twilight.
  685. >But, it had been a long time coming.
  686. >After months of watching your friend suffer, he had finally had enough.
  687. >He was going to remove that neglectful bitch from his life.
  688. >All you felt was pure, unadulterated joy.
  689. >You looked him over. Just moments ago, he looked genuinely broken. Like he was done with life.
  690. >But now, he looked like he had finally found joy in life again.
  691. >You pulled him into a tight embrace, something that Anon was quick to reciprocate.
  692. >It was over.
  693. >It was finally over.
  694. >You are Anonymous.
  695. >As you pull away from the mare who had spent the past almost six months constantly comforting you and preventing you from going over the edge, you took a look at the dress that you were just using as a tissue just a few moments ago.
  696. >Your tears did a number on it, and there was just a tiny bit of snot on it.
  697. >You dick.
  698. >You chuckled, before pointing it out to her.
  699. “I think we should go clean that out.”
  700. >She nodded in agreement, probably having been well aware of the fact you had made a mess of her expensive looking dress.
  701. >”You could use some cleaning up as well, Anon.”
  702. >You figured.
  703. >The mare hopped out of your lap, allowing you to rise from your seat.
  704. >You glanced about, and spotted a laboratory at the end of the car.
  705. >You made a beeline for it, your friend right behind you.
  706. >Finding it unoccupied, you opened it up, and took a peek inside.
  707. >It was surprisingly roomy, roomy enough for the two of you to snugly fit inside.
  708. >But… you noticed that there was something important missing…
  709. >”There’s no mirror.”
  710. >Get out of my head, Charles.
  711. >You shrugged.
  712. ”I guess we’re just going to clean each other up, then.”
  713. >Lyra nodded in agreement, flashing you a toothy grin.
  714. >”Yeah, I guess so.”
  715. >You are Lyra.
  716. >Anon held the laboratory door, motioning you to enter.
  717. >”Ladies first,” he said with a pleasant smile.
  718. >You let out a tiny giggle, before trotting in.
  719. >As you entered the bathroom, you found yourself shocked by just how roomy it was.
  720. >You heard the door close behind you as Anon followed you in and locked it behind him.
  721. >”Hey, go ahead and take the toilet,” he said, motioning over the plastic toilet. “I don’t want you to be on the dirty floor, God knows what the hell you’d be sitting in.”
  722. >You flashed him a grateful smile as you complied, pulling your dress up slightly and planting your flanks down on the seat.
  723. >He really was too sweet.
  724. >He walked over to the sink, collected some wet paper towels, and approached you, kneeling before your plastic throne.
  725. >He placed a few of the towels aside, likely for himself, before leaning in, examining the marks he left on your dress.
  726. >”The tears will dry out before we get there, but the other nastiness is another story.”
  727. >He held up the wet paper towel and began to scrub away at the mess on your dress.
  728. >You smiled as you watched him work.
  729. >The tabloids regularly ran articles about how Anon was a disgrace to the royal family, how he didn’t deserve his title. How he was just a joke.
  730. >But you couldn’t disagree more.
  731. >You met a lot of royalty and Canterlot elites when you lived in the capital, but there was no member of the higher caste more worthy of the title of gentleman than Anon.
  732. >That was just one of the many reasons why you loved the man.
  733. >He was such a sweetheart.
  734. >You felt your smile grow just a bit.
  735. >It was just hitting you now that you could actually be with Anon.
  736. >He was done with Twilight.
  737. >You actually had a chance to be with him now.
  738. >You could give him everything that he wanted in a mare.
  739. >Affection.
  740. >Support.
  741. >Somebody to spend time with.
  742. >Somebody to share a bed with.
  743. >Everything that Twilight had refused to give him.
  744. >You wouldn’t take him for granted, unlike her.
  745. >You didn’t even want to wait for the divorce to happen.
  746. >You sat by and watched the man you love get neglected by his wife for almost six months, yearning for this to happen so you could take him for yourself.
  747. >...he was probably pretty pent up at this point.
  748. >You felt your cheeks begin to burn as your thoughts began to turn to his sex life.
  749. >You knew Twilight hasn’t touched Anon since his honeymoon.
  750. >You doubted they even kissed a couple weeks into their marriage.
  751. >He was loyal, even if he hated his marriage.
  752. >You figured that all he had to get off were his hands.
  753. >...kinda like you and your hooves, heh.
  754. >You felt a familiar moistness begin to form between your hindquarters as you took in Anon’s form with new eyes.
  755. >You weren’t afraid to actually check Anon out anymore.
  756. >It’s been awhile since you’ve been able to.
  757. >One of the things that Anon had started doing after his marriage began to fall apart was work out, and it really showed how much his work paid off.
  758. >He was slightly slimmer than he was the last time you actually get him an in-depth look over, and he was much, much more built up.
  759. >With arms like his, you were surprised he could actually move them around without ripping his suit.
  760. >Dear Celestia, what you’d give to just let him take out his pent up frustration on you, right here, right-
  761. >’Down girl,’ a voice deep inside you ordered you.
  762. >Maybe you were getting just a tad bit too overworked.
  763. >It must be the beer.
  764. >But…
  765. >Focusing on one of the paper towels Anon put aside, you picked it up with your telekinesis and held it up in the air.
  766. “Hey…”
  767. >Just finishing up cleaning his nastiness out your dress, he looked up at you.
  768. “It’s your turn, big guy.”
  769. >He flashed you a cheeky grin.
  770. >”For you.”
  771. >You giggled, before gently pressing the towel against his skin.
  772. >You made quick work of the mostly dry tears that stained his cheeks, before moving onto the slight dribble of snot hanging from his nose.
  773. >It was a little gross, but you really didn’t mind. You’d do much worse for the man.
  774. >It only took a couple seconds of scrubbing to clean off Anon’s face.
  775. >Now, he was back to his old handsome self, though his eyes were slightly bloodshot from crying.
  776. >“Am I good?” he asked.
  777. “Hmm… just about… come a little closer, so I can get a closer look.”
  778. >He complied, more than likely assuming your intentions were innocent.
  779. >They weren’t.
  780. “Closer,” you prompted him again.
  781. >He nodded, closing the distance between the two of you, leaving only a couple inches of between your faces.
  782. >”Good enough?” he asked.
  783. >You smiled, feeling your cheek beginning to light up once again.
  784. >The fire between your legs was only getting worse.
  785. “Yeah, good enough.”
  786. >You didn’t really know how Anon was going to react to what you were about to do, but…
  787. >Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
  788. >You placed a hoof under his chin and tilted it up, lining up the two of you perfectly.
  789. >It was at this point that you believe Anon was starting to catch on to what you were doing, but you weren’t about to give him the chance to react.
  790. >Now wasn’t the time to be rational.
  791. >Still holding his chin, you went in for the kill, as you closed the distance and pressed your lips against his, relishing in the sensation you have been waiting so long to feel.
  792. >It really was a long time coming.
  793. >You are Anonymous.
  794. >It took you a couple seconds to register the alien, unfamiliar warm feeling of having somebody else’s lips pressed against yours.
  795. >It took you even longer to register the fact your best friend was kissing you on the lips.
  796. >Time seemed to slow down as this fact hit you, as a million different thoughts raced through your head.
  797. >You were still married to Twilight.
  798. >You still loved her, even if you realized you weren’t in love with the Twilight of the now, you were in love with the Twilight of the then.
  799. >In contrast, she hadn’t give you the time of day for over five months.
  800. >You were probably going to be serving her divorce papers within a couple days, tomorrow if possible.
  801. >You were definitely moving out the moment you got back.
  802. >You wondered… how long has it been since you felt this sensation?
  803. >At least five months. You and Twilight hadn’t made love since your honeymoon, but you were still kissing each other the couple weeks afterwards.
  804. >You really did miss this feeling, as well as many other feelings.
  805. >Your thoughts shifted over to your relationship with Lyra.
  806. >You’ve been best friends for almost a year, and ever since your marriage began to fall apart, she’s been there for you.
  807. >She was there to support you whenever your wife neglected to give you attention.
  808. >She was there for you to give you the affection Twilight refused to give you.
  809. >She spent time with you when your wife did everything in her power to avoid you.
  810. >Twilight was supposed to be apart of your daily life, being your wife and all.
  811. >But it seemed like Lyra filled every role that Twilight neglected.
  812. >You know, except for sex.
  813. >You even shared beds every so often.
  814. >Would… would taking your relationship to the next level with Lyra really be that much of a change?
  815. >You’d hardly consider it a rebound relationship.
  816. >She made the first move, and you always had the feeling that Lyra cared more about you then she let on.
  817. >You had to admit, as much as you loved Twilight, deep down, you harbored the same feelings for the mare pressing her lips against yours right now.
  818. >...
  819. >Time sped back up to normal as you came to a conclusion.
  820. >You didn’t care if you were still legally married to Twilight.
  821. >It was already over.
  822. >And your heart was telling you that you wouldn’t feel guilty about not waiting.
  823. >You are Lyra.
  824. >You weren’t exactly sure what type of response you’d get from Anon, but you got one almost immediately.
  825. >He pressed his lips back against yours, his arms finding their way behind your back as he pulled you in, kissing you full force.
  826. >You were not expecting a response of this caliber.
  827. >You weren’t complaining, though.
  828. >Taking Anon’s enthusiasm in stride, you responded with your equal force as you wrapped your forehooves around his neck.
  829. >Your tongue found it’s way into his mouth, something he was quick to reciprocate, your tongues dancing with each other as months of tension between the two finally exploded in fiery passion.
  830. >His hands moved down your spine and found their way to your flanks.
  831. >You felt Anon lift you up as he stood up.
  832. >He didn’t let up as he leaned you up against the wall, pinning you.
  833. >His hands shifted, and before you could react, you felt a single finger slip inside of you.
  834. >Your body spasmed in response at the sudden feeling of pleasure, and you found yourself desperately wanting more.
  835. >You had been waiting months for this to happen.
  836. >You wanted him.
  837. >You NEEDED him.
  838. >You wanted nothing more than to take in his length, and let him rut you in the dirty bathroom until you could barely even stand.
  839. >However…
  840. >You had a date soon.
  841. >Showing up at a brand new high class restaurant looking like you just got done fucking like animals was a pretty bad idea, even by your standards.
  842. >And so, you reluctantly pulled away from him.
  843. >You took a moment to get control of your breath and somewhat regain your composure, before speaking.
  844. “H-hey… you’re going to mess up my hair…”
  845. >A cocky smirk crossed his face as he eyed you down as if you were a well marinated piece of meat.
  846. >”You started it,” he growled out.
  847. >You opened your mouth to speak, but he didn’t wait. He pressed on, shifting his attack from your lips to your neck.
  848. >A new wave of pleasure hit you as he kissed, bit, and sucked at your neck, leaving a series of barely visible love marks as he continued his onslaught.
  849. >Down below, fingers squirmed inside of you, as even more joining in on the attack.
  850. “A-anon~”
  851. >You couldn’t stop him. You were putty in his hands, and you both knew it.
  852. >You needed this as much as he did.
  853. >You craned your neck to the side, giving Anon easier access to his target.
  854. >He took your offering with gusto, as he increased his onslaught.
  855. >You found yourself in a state of bliss, as Anon took out his months of sexual frustration on you.
  856. >You didn’t even care how you looked afterwards anymore.
  857. >You supported Anon every step of the way, and you would be damned if you would let him down when he clearly needed you the most.
  858. >You are Anonymous.
  859. >You planted one final kiss on Lyra’s neck, before pulling away.
  860. >As much as your body disagreed with you, she was probably right.
  861. >You could do without making yet another mess of each other.
  862. >You yearned to take her right her, shoving your entire length inside of her and going to town on her, but that could wait till after dinner.
  863. >After all… you did promise yourself you wouldn’t ruin tonight for her.
  864. “H-hey Lyra?”
  865. >Her half lidded, lust filled gaze met your eyes as she acknowledged you.
  866. >”Uh huh…”
  867. >She was barely there.
  868. >Your assault had evidently done quite a number on her.
  869. “Let’s wait until after dinner to finish this… I could do without you being pulled into a tabloid news article.”
  870. >You could see it now.
  871. >’Prince Anonymous caught cheating on his wife with mysterious mint green unicorn.’
  872. >You could care less about any scandals at this point. You fully intended on serving your wife divorce papers within the next couple days. Your mind was concluded, there was no going back.
  873. >You didn’t give two shits about your reputation, and you certainly didn’t feel guilty about what you were doing right now.
  874. >You just didn’t want Lyra to be pulled into it.
  875. >You could never forgive yourself if that happened.
  876. >The lust in the mare’s eyes was soon replaced by confusion.
  877. >You couldn’t blame her, she was just trying to get you to stop minutes ago for the same reason.
  878. >”Y-you sure? I’m r-ready to go, Anon. I don’t care if anyone knows, I-I just want you…”
  879. >Your pants seemed to grow even tighter at this.
  880. >You desperately wanted to do this.
  881. >But you knew it was a bad call.
  882. “Yeah, I’m sure. Sorry.”
  883. >A disappointed look crossed Lyra’s face, but she nodded.
  884. >”Okay… hold still, Anon.”
  885. >Her lit up with magical energy as she fixed your tie, before planting a kiss on your cheek.
  886. >”I need to clean myself up a bit,” she said with a smirk. “Why don’t you go back to our booth? I’ll join you in a couple minutes.”
  887. >You nodded reluctantly.
  888. “Yeah, alright.”
  889. >Gently, you set the mare down.
  890. >She flashed you a toothy grin.
  891. >”Don’t worry, Anon, I don’t plan on bailing on you.”
  892. >You chuckled at this.
  893. “I’ll take your word for it.
  894. >You exited the lavatory, and made your way over to your booth.
  895. >You took your original position, taking your beer in your hand.
  896. >You drank away at it to pass the time as you waited on your friend to finish up in the bathroom.
  897. >Was friend even the right word to use to refer to Lyra?
  898. >You couldn’t pretend like there wasn’t something there.
  899. >You felt the way you did the day you and Twilight stopped being friends and became lovers.
  900. >You imagined Lyra must’ve felt the same, considering the fact she was the one who started it.
  901. >Plus, as you noted earlier, you always had the feeling she cared for you more than she actually let on.
  902. >Your internal conflict came to an end as you felt Lyra hop back into your lap.
  903. >You gave her a quick once over, noting that, despite just how hot and heavy things had gotten just a few minutes ago, she looked no worse for wear, though her mane was just a tad bit messier than it was earlier.
  904. >She still looked presentable, though.
  905. >Now the tabloids could just speculate about what you were doing with her.
  906. >She grinned at you as she leaned forward, pressing her lips against yours.
  907. >This time was different from earlier.
  908. >This kiss was soft, sensual.
  909. >You felt your heart flutter as you pressed back just as gently, caressing her cheek as you did so.
  910. >A couple seconds later, the two of you separated, leaving you with a warm feeling in your chest.
  911. >She grinned just a little wider.
  912. >”You have no long how long I’ve been waiting for this.”
  913. >That’s one theory being confirmed.
  914. >She collapsed against your chest with a content sigh.
  915. >Your smile, wrapping your free arm around her as you sat there with her, drinking away at your ale as you affectionately rubbed her side.
  916. >You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel the same way she did.
  917. >The sun was just beginning to set when the train arrived in Canterlot.
  918. >You disembarked from the train, Lyra at your side.
  919. >As you began to walk in the general direction of Canterlot’s downtown area, you checked you watch.
  920. >It was only five, you had a couple hours to kill.
  921. >You looked over to Lyra and examined her dress.
  922. >Your work had saved the dress from being ruined, but still… you felt kinda like a dick for making a mess of it.
  923. >She wasn’t upset, but you knew damn well she spent a long time saving up for it.
  924. >You had the bits, you should probably do something to make it up to her.
  925. >You knew there were some pretty nice shops near the Epicure.
  926. >Expensive ones, but well within your bloated budget.
  927. >You invited Lyra out here to repay her for being by your side during some of your darkest times.
  928. >You figured you could spoil her a bit.
  929. >You are Lyra.
  930. >As you trotted alongside Anon, you found couldn’t get rid of the goofy grin that was spread across your face.
  931. >Your heart fluttered as you kept reliving the train ride over here over and over again in your head.
  932. >This was it.
  933. >For so long, you longed for him, but his marriage with Twilight prevented you from being with him.
  934. >Now, that was over, and the risk you took earlier in the bathroom paid off.
  935. >Anon was yours.
  936. >You looked up to him, noting his expression of deep thought.
  937. “What’s on your mind?” You asked curiously.
  938. >He shrugged as he looked your way.
  939. >”I’m trying to figure out how to make up for earlier.”
  940. >You flashed him a smile as you bumped your flank into his legs playfully.
  941. “It’s fine, Anon. You’re doing more than enough to spoil me tonight.”
  942. >He shook his head, his expression growing serious.
  943. >”I don’t really feel like I am. You’ve done… a lot for me, in these past several months. I’ll never be able to properly show you how much I appreciate it.”
  944. >His serious expression turned into a smirk as he continued.
  945. >”That won’t stop from using my bloated budget to spoil the shit out of you, however.”
  946. >You giggled, as you affectionately nuzzled his side.
  947. “Hey, if you wanna spend your bits on me, I’m not gonna fight it. I don’t mind being spoiled a bit.”
  948. >He snorted.
  949. >”A bit is an understatement.”
  950. >One ten minute walk later, you arrived in the Canterlot downtown area.
  951. >You felt your goofy grin grow a little wider as a wave of nostalgia hit you.
  952. >You spent quite a bit of your teenage years in this part of the city.
  953. >It seemed like every day after school, you’d come here to window shop with your marefriends.
  954. >There wasn’t a whole lot you could afford to buy.
  955. >Your parents, despite how well off they were, refused to spoil you, only giving you enough bits to buy food and basic clothing.
  956. >Still, you loved looking at stuff, and fantasizing about wearing various luxury items that caught your eye..
  957. >Spending your afternoons with your friends here was nice.
  958. >Even if it left a bad taste in your mouth, you even enjoyed the time you spent with Twilight here.
  959. >As you shook yourself from your nostalgia, you spotted a familiar looking shop in the distance.
  960. >You smiled as you began to trot towards it.
  961. >Anon took a second to notice your sudden change in direction, but was a quick to catch up with you.
  962. >”Something catch your eye?” He asked curiously.
  963. “Maybe~” you replied in a sing song voice.
  964. >Quickly closing the distance between you and your destination, you stood before what was by far your favorite shop in the entirety of Canterlot.
  965. >The Closet.
  966. >There was a joke in the name somewhere, but that wasn’t important to you.
  967. >As you took in the shop, you felt a new wave of nostalgia hit you.
  968. >It was easily your favorite place to window shop back in the day.
  969. >With a skip in your step, you pushed open the door with your magic and entered the building.
  970. >You are Anonymous.
  971. >Hands in your pocket, you followed the mare inside of the establishment.
  972. >You chuckled internally at the name.
  973. >The Closet.
  974. >Apparently you were in the closet now.
  975. >Maybe that’s why you and your wife never did anything together after you got married.
  976. >You wondered, would you be coming out of the closet when you left?
  977. >You stopped with the shitty jokes, realizing that Lyra left you behind.
  978. >You let out a soft chuckle.
  979. >Women and their clothes.
  980. >While you went to find her, you checked out the store’s wares.
  981. >You didn’t really see much that interested you, just a bunch of dresses, saddles, and jewelries.
  982. >You might be weird at times, but you weren’t a crossdresser.
  983. >You wouldn’t make a very good trap, anyways.
  984. >You cut your internal dialogue short as you came across Lyra, her attention focused on a necklace.
  985. >She didn’t even shift her focus to you when you walked up to you.
  986. >Taking note of this, you examined the piece of jewelry she was so interested in.
  987. >It was pretty elaborate.
  988. >The chain was made up of 14 karat gold, with small emeralds placed along it’s length.
  989. >In the center hung a decently sized emerald pendant.
  990. >It’d look great on the mare at your side.
  991. >Your interest turned to the price.
  992. >It was expensive.
  993. >A lot more bits than you were planning to spend this evening.
  994. >But it was nothing you couldn’t tackle.
  995. >Fishing your wallet out of your pocket, you waved a rather bored looking sales associate over to you.
  996. >She trotted over with a ring of keys and you pointed out the necklace Lyra clearly wanted.
  997. >She nodded, moving in to unlock the case.
  998. >Lyra finally broke out of her trance as the store employee did so.
  999. >She looked up at you with a disbelieving look.
  1000. >”Y-you can’t be serious.”
  1001. “I am.”
  1002. >She shot a quick glance back at the price to make sure she wasn’t going crazy, before looking back at you.
  1003. >”That’s almost four thousand bits!”
  1004. >You nodded along as wrote out a check, before ripping it out of your checkbook and handing it over to the employee.
  1005. >As she ran off with it, you turned your attention back to Lyra, who looked to still be having difficulty believing what was happening.
  1006. >You flashed her a smirk.
  1007. “I did say I was going to spoil you.”
  1008. >The mare came back with the necklace a few seconds later. Thanking her, you took it off her and knelt before the mint green unicorn.
  1009. “Like I said, you’ve spent the last six months supporting me. I don’t care about the price. I just want you to be happy, Lyra.”
  1010. >”But-”
  1011. >You shushed her, before taking the necklace out from it’s case.
  1012. >Grabbing both ends, you wrapped it around the mare’s neck
  1013. >The disbelieving slowly faded from her face as her cheeks started to light up.
  1014. >You hardly felt like this made up for all the things she’s done for you.
  1015. >All the times she was there for you.
  1016. >All the times she did job of your wife when she refused to.
  1017. >But, you knew she wanted it, even if she didn’t want to admit.
  1018. >Even if she thought the price was too steep for you.
  1019. >You could take it.
  1020. >So long as she was happy.
  1021. >You are Lyra.
  1022. >What just happened was so unreal, part of you couldn’t even believe it happened.
  1023. >Sure, you wanted the necklace. It was just one of the many things you had fantasized about owning back when you were a teenager.
  1024. >But Anon just went and bought it, like it was nothing.
  1025. >A four thousand bit necklace.
  1026. >You didn’t really know what to think, or to say as you felt him hook the necklace behind your neck.
  1027. >He smiled as he gave you a quick once over.
  1028. >”It looks great on you,” he chirped.
  1029. >He began to stand up as you began to regain your composure, but you were having none of that.
  1030. >You had to at least show your gratitude.
  1031. >Yanking on his tie with your magic, you pulled him back down to your level and lurched forward, pressing your lips against his.
  1032. >He took a couple seconds to react, but was quick to return your kiss.
  1033. >You desperately wanted to take this further, but being in a public place, that wasn’t much of an option.
  1034. >After moment, you reluctantly pulled away from the man, and flashed him a grateful grin.
  1035. “Thanks, Anon. This means a lot, really.”
  1036. >His smile increased in size as he waved it off.
  1037. >”Hey, don’t worry about it. It’s the least I could do after all you’ve done for me.”
  1038. >He stood up, and gestured towards the door.
  1039. >”Let’s get out of here.”
  1040. >You are Anonymous.
  1041. >It’s been a couple hours since you had arrived in Canterlot, and it was finally time for you to head to the Epicure.
  1042. >With Lyra right at your side, you waltzed up to the restaurant.
  1043. >A stallion at the door greeted you and opened the door for the two of you.
  1044. >Feeling your American spirit rise up at the gesture, you tipped him appropriately and walked inside.
  1045. >The hostess was just getting done with another couple as you approached her.
  1046. >”Bonjour!” The mare greeted you cheerfully. “Welcome to the-”
  1047. >Somebody cleared their throat off to the side, interrupting the hostess.
  1048. >”I’ll take it from here.”
  1049. >Turning your focus over to the source of the new, familiar voice.
  1050. >”Greetings, Prince Anonymous.”
  1051. “Prince Blueblood,” you greeted him with a curt nod.
  1052. >He smiled.
  1053. >”You aren’t drunk! What a pleasant surprise.”
  1054. >Your fellow prince was kind of a prick.
  1055. >That’s probably why the two of you got along.
  1056. >He raised a brow as he asked the question he has probably been waiting to ask.
  1057. >”Where’s your princess, Anonymous?”
  1058. “In her study, probably,” you said with a shrug. You didn’t really want to think about her right now.
  1059. >”Of course. Somethings never change.”
  1060. >His gaze shifted to over to Lyra.
  1061. >”And who’s this, Anon?”
  1062. “This is Lyra. She’s my…” you paused, still not sure if it was the right word anymore.
  1063. >A knowing smirk crossed his face.
  1064. >”So this is Lyra?” He flashed a grin at the mint green unicorn. “Anonymous here as told me so much about you.”
  1065. >She raised a curious brow at him.
  1066. >”Like what?”
  1067. >He snickered a bit.
  1068. >”He said your hindquarters was a bit on the larger side.”
  1069. >A sly grin flashed across her face as she shot you a look.
  1070. >”Did he really?”
  1071. “I was drunk,” you defended yourself.
  1072. >”You’re always drunk, Anonymous,” Blueblood pointed out the obvious.
  1073. “I’m not right now, am I?”
  1074. >The prince nodded.
  1075. >”True.”
  1076. >He drew closer to you, before stating in a low voice only the two of you could hear.
  1077. >”You have fine taste in mistresses, Anonymous.”
  1078. >Lyra lit up beet red as she realized what he just said.
  1079. >You felt a slight blush tinge your cheeks as well.
  1080. >”S-she’s not my-”
  1081. >You stopped yourself.
  1082. >You knew Blueblood. There was no point in lying to him.
  1083. >He chuckled knowingly.
  1084. >”Relax Anonymous, there’s nothing wrong with a little action on the side.”
  1085. >Before you could say anymore, he motioned over to the side.
  1086. >”I’ll show you two to your table. I’m busy, but I always have time for family.”
  1087. >Most thought of Blueblood as an asshole.
  1088. >Most would also be right. Blueblood is a complete ass.
  1089. >That’s what originally drew you to him.
  1090. >Everybody kissed his ass because he was royalty, and he would just shit on them.
  1091. >That was the foundation your friendship with him was built on; the two of you both despised the Canterlot elite, and enjoyed shitting on them together.
  1092. >You also had a lot in common with him beyond that.
  1093. >You were both considered the undesirable ones of the royal family for various reasons.
  1094. >You both were involved in shitty marriages.
  1095. >You… both were seeing someone behind your wive’s back.
  1096. >Well, he was seeing many others behind his wife’s back.
  1097. >He also didn’t intend on divorcing his wife, unlike you did.
  1098. >Mistresses were extremely common within the Canterlot elite, and most wouldn’t bat an eye at him having one, or a few dozen, like he did.
  1099. >A divorce was another story.
  1100. >A divorce did a lot of damage to one’s character and reputation, so most avoided them.
  1101. >”When I heard you made a reservation with us,” Blueblood’s voice brought you back to reality, “I knew we had to have dinner together. It’s been far, far too long since we’ve last spent time together.”
  1102. >You nodded.
  1103. “Yeah, far too long, man.”
  1104. >He chuckled lightly.
  1105. >”Every single day, I have to deal with these buffoons constantly kiss my flank. Your casual attitude is always a welcome change.”
  1106. >He led the two of you to an empty table with three chairs.
  1107. >As you sat down, a waiter rushed over to your table at the signal of the white stallion.
  1108. >”Go fetch us a cheese sampler and some rosé,” he said, waving him off.
  1109. >The waiter nodded and ran off.
  1110. ”Looks like you have a pretty neat operation going on here,” you complimented the prince, looking about the restaurant.
  1111. >He smiled, taking your compliment in stride.
  1112. >”Trust me Anonymous, you could serve these buffoons manure. So long as you put a ridiculous price tag on it, they’ll be eating out of your pockets.”
  1113. >You raised a brow at him.
  1114. “There’s no manure in Prench food, right?”
  1115. >He snorted in amusement.
  1116. >”Don’t be ridiculous. The food’s overpriced, but it’s quality. My kitchen staff won’t disappoint.”
  1117. >The waiter had finally returned, placing a platter with a large selection of cheeses down on the table.
  1118. >He placed out glasses before the three of you, before bringing out a bottle of wine.
  1119. >You didn’t really know your wines, but if you remembered correctly, it was the Equestrian counterpart to Cristal.
  1120. >After pouring out some very generous servings, he left the bottle and trotted off.
  1121. >”It probably goes without saying, but family eat on me.”
  1122. >What a bro.
  1123. >”So Anonymous…”
  1124. >The stallion rested his chin on his hooves at he peered at the two of you.
  1125. >”You do realize how risky it is to make a mistress out of somepony so close to you, right?”
  1126. >You shot the stallion an annoyed glance.
  1127. “She’s not my mistress.”
  1128. >He flashed you a condescending look as he snorted.
  1129. >”Don’t make me laugh, Anonymous! You can’t lie to me. I know-”
  1130. “I’m divorcing Twilight.”
  1131. >That shut him up.
  1132. >He looked at you as if you just informed him you fornicated with his dead mother’s corpse and left her a parting gift in the form of fecal matter.
  1133. >”You’re what?”
  1134. “I’m-”
  1135. >”I heard you, you buffoon! Do you have any idea what damage divorcing the princess would do to your image?! Nopony would want anything to do with you! Hell, I would avoid you if it wasn’t for the fact you’re the one lifeform on this planet who actually understands me!”
  1136. >You raised a brow at his outrage.
  1137. “Since when do I even have an image?”
  1138. >The stallion opened his mouth to speak, but stopped.
  1139. >”Yeah… you’re right…”
  1140. >An amused grin spread across his face.
  1141. >”With all the shit that the tabloids publish about you, I’m sure a divorce is the least of your worries.”
  1142. >You shrugged.
  1143. “Eh, I really don’t give two shits about what anyone has to say about my not-so-private life.”
  1144. >You leaned back in your chair and did your best to relax.
  1145. “Twilight and I are done. Our marriage has been dead since it started. She wants nothing to do with me.”
  1146. >You reached over towards the mare sitting beside you, gripping her hoof as you flashed her a grin.
  1147. >”I just want to move on. Be with somebody who actually cares.”
  1148. >A rare, genuine smile spread across Blueblood’s face.
  1149. >”How touching,” he commented.
  1150. >He glanced down at the watch strapped to his forehoof.
  1151. >”My, how the time flies… I must unfortunately cut my time with you short, Anonymous. I have a quite attractive reporter who has gone to tremendous lengths to get me to agree to an interview, and I should probably avoid doing anything to upset her. I do wish to avoid a divorce, after all.”
  1152. >He looked Lyra’s way.
  1153. >”Miss Heartstrings, it’s been a pleasure finally meeting you. I assure you, Anonymous is an assman, so don’t take his drunken comments the wrong way.”
  1154. >An amused giggle escaped her mouth.
  1155. >”I am very aware with Anon’s love of flank, thank you.”
  1156. >The prince snickered as he faced you.
  1157. >”I can tell the two of you are going to make a nice couple.”
  1158. >As he fixed his coat, he continued to speak.
  1159. >”Feel free to visit me anytime, Anonymous. Dealing with these buffoons twenty four seven is such a drag. I would love to have your company sometime soon.”
  1160. >And with that, the prince trotted off, leaving you alone with the mare beside you.
  1161. >”He’s… a lot different than I thought he’d be.”
  1162. “That’s what I thought when I first met the guy. He’s pretty bro-tier.”
  1163. >The food came and went as you spent the next couple hours spending quality time with Lyra.
  1164. >For one of the first times in months, you allowed yourself to forget Twilight and relax.
  1165. >Even when you previously spent time with Lyra, thoughts of your wife constantly weighed down on your mind.
  1166. >But now, your mind was clear.
  1167. >You were actually happy for once.
  1168. >You finished off the wine in your glass, before facing the mare and continuing the story you were in the middle of telling.
  1169. “So… I travelled all the way to Canterlot to cancel my reservation. I went to Dorsia, and told the host that I needed to cancel it. It was then a peculiar look came across his face.”
  1170. >The mare beside you was resting her chin in her hooves, her eyes glistening as she listened to you.
  1171. >You never really noticed it in the past, mainly because you looked at Lyra as being just a friend until today, but she really was quite beautiful.
  1172. >Maybe even better looking than Twilight.
  1173. >You shook yourself from your thoughts and continued your story.
  1174. “He said that I was fucking ugly bitch, that he wanted to stab me to death, and play with my blood.”
  1175. >Lyra leaned forward, her interest growing.
  1176. “I didn’t really know how to respond, so I just left, and the guy screamed after me, ‘TRY GETTING A RESERVATION AT DORSIA NOW, YOU STUPID FUCKING BASTARD’!”
  1177. >You heard an amused giggle emanate from the mare as you continued.
  1178. “He kept screaming ‘YOU FUCKING BASTARD’ over and over again, even after I left the building. I could hear him screaming at me from an entire block away.”
  1179. >”He sounds like the type of guy who chase you around with a chainsaw,” your friend commented.
  1180. “Right?” You responded with a chuckle.
  1181. >You checked your watch, and noted it was almost ten.
  1182. >You looked back to Lyra with a raised brow.
  1183. “It’s getting kinda late… you wanna catch a train back to Ponyville? Or do you wanna get a hotel room or something?”
  1184. >You almost suggested staying the palace, but you showing up with the mare you were technically cheating on Twilight with probably wouldn’t be a good idea.
  1185. >Especially considering the two of you were more likely than not eager to continue what you started earlier on the train.
  1186. >Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she smirked at you.
  1187. >”Bonnie’s out of town, and she won’t be back until next morning…”
  1188. >You guessed that confirmed your beliefs.
  1189. “I guess that settles that. Come on, let’s go.”
  1190. >She nodded, quickly finishing off the rest of her wine as she jumped up from her seat.
  1191. >You followed suit, and together, the two of you made for the door.
  1192. >As you left, you passed by Blueblood.
  1193. >”Good night, Anonymous!”
  1194. >You flashed him a grin.
  1195. “Good night, Blueblood.”
  1196. >You are Twilight Sparkle.
  1197. >You did your best to keep focused on your work, but found it hard to do so.
  1198. >Ordinarily he’d come in around now to try to get you to do something with him, or try to get you to go to bed to with him.
  1199. >He was nowhere to be seen.
  1200. >A heartbroken sigh escaped your lips.
  1201. >You had been so cold with Anon...
  1202. >The person you loved...
  1203. >It’s been six months since Celestia had given you ‘the talk’.
  1204. >She told you that you would live to grow as old as her.
  1205. >She told you that, eventually, everybody you knew and loved would die, save for her, Luna, and Cadance, her suffered the same curse as you.
  1206. >That included all of the Elements of Harmony, and Anon.
  1207. >You spent the next month trying to figure out a spell to give Anon and your friends the ability to live as long as you did, so you wouldn’t have to lose them, but your efforts turned out to be pointless.
  1208. >You begged Celestia to do what to them what she did to you, to use her magic to make them immortal, so you could all be happy together for the rest of eternity.
  1209. >She refused.
  1210. >Immortality was a curse, not a gift.
  1211. >The only ponies who would receive the curse of immortality were the ones that were necessary to the survival of Equestria, like you and Cadance.
  1212. >She said to do so would be cruel to Anonymous and your friends.
  1213. >You knew those were excuses.
  1214. >She helped you ascend to godhood for the same exact reasons why you wanted her to do the same for your husband and friends.
  1215. >She wanted you to be by her side throughout eternity.
  1216. >You hated her for that.
  1217. >You hated her for taking away your life.
  1218. >You hated her for taking away your death.
  1219. >You then knew that it was impossible to make Anonymous and your friends immortal.
  1220. >You tried to reverse the process on yourself, but to no avail.
  1221. >You would outlive your husband.
  1222. >You would outlive the other Element of Harmony.
  1223. >You would outlive your family.
  1224. >You would outlive everybody you ever cared about.
  1225. >When you realized there was no way to turn back what Celestia has done, you decided the only way to make it easier on you was to distance yourself from those you loved.
  1226. >So when they died, it would be easier on you.
  1227. >It was easy to do so with your friends and family, but your husband was another story.
  1228. >He was a daily part of your life whether you liked it or not.
  1229. >The man was too stubborn to give up.
  1230. >He tried so much to gain your attention and affection, and you yearned to do so.
  1231. >It hurt you so much to treat him so coldly. You didn’t even tell him you loved him anymore.
  1232. >But you knew it was for the best.
  1233. >Soon he would break, and soon he would move on.
  1234. >Then you could forget him like the rest.
  1235. >You wouldn’t have to see him die.
  1236. >You looked down at the paperwork, only to find that it was now wet with your tears.
  1237. >It looked like it was going to be raining tonight.
  1238. >Again.
  1239. >You are Anonymous.
  1240. >The train ride back to Ponyville was pretty uneventful.
  1241. >Nowhere near as exciting as the ride into Canterlot.
  1242. >You stepped off the train with Lyra at your side, an excited grin on your face you couldn’t get to go away.
  1243. >You felt free.
  1244. >For once, you weren’t going to be going back to that depressing shithole of a castle.
  1245. >For once, you wouldn’t sleep alone in a bed.
  1246. >For once, you would be with somebody who loved you, who you frankly felt the same way about.
  1247. >You didn’t really want to admit it to yourself, but you were looking forward to not having to rely on your hands to take care of your pent up sexual energy for once.
  1248. >Knowing your friend’s sex life wasn’t much better, you imagined she felt the same way you did.
  1249. >You felt as you were a predator stalking it’s prey as you eyed her down.
  1250. >Your pants began to tighten as you took in her form with new eyes.
  1251. >You didn’t realize until now just how perfectly that dress fit her.
  1252. >It was tight in all right angles, exposing all of her delicious curves.
  1253. >You eyed the mare’s hindquarters, but was disappointed to find that it was covered up.
  1254. >Still-
  1255. >”If you want a peak, all you need to do is ask~”
  1256. >Huh?
  1257. >Lyra’s voice brought you back to reality.
  1258. >She was looking your way, a seductive smirk across her lips and a hot blush spreading across her cheeks.
  1259. >All you could see in Lyra’s eyes was lust and desire as she eyed you down much like you just were.
  1260. >You matched her smirk.
  1261. “Your house is right up the street, let’s wait till we have some privacy.”
  1262. >She shot you a distressed look.
  1263. >”I-I don’t want to wait that long!”
  1264. >Before you could reach, Lyra’s magic tugged on your arm and pulled it towards her.
  1265. >Next thing you knew, your hand was up her dress, placed right in between her cheeks.
  1266. >You were her sopping wet lips wink against your palm as she looked up at you, desperation clear as day on her face.
  1267. >”I need you, Anon~”
  1268. >You are Lyra.
  1269. >And holy fuck, do you need to get fucked silly.
  1270. >You didn’t know if it was just the thought of what was just minutes away from happening, or Anon checking you out as if you were a well marinated piece of meat, but the fire between your flanks was telling you need to rutted.
  1271. >Hard.
  1272. >Right here, right now.
  1273. >Your primal instincts was pushing your lust for Anonymous to the limit.
  1274. >Your magic spread to the rest of Anon’s body, as you pulled him down to your level, shoving your lips against his the moment he was on the ground.
  1275. >He pressed back against you, but pulled back almost immediately as he realized where he was.
  1276. >”Down girl!” he scolded you as if you were a misbehaving puppy.
  1277. >”I’m about ready to explode as well, but you can wait two minutes for us to get somewhere public. We’re in the middle of a street, for God’s sake.”
  1278. >You are Anonymous.
  1279. >You’re pretty sure you’re about to be dateraped by your friend.
  1280. >In public.
  1281. >In the middle of a street.
  1282. >When you’re married to the princess who reigns over the town.
  1283. >...probably not the best situation.
  1284. >Placing your hands on her sides, you lifted her up as you rose off the ground
  1285. >She squirmed around in your hands, trying to escape your grasp.
  1286. >Until you moved your hands to her flanks, that is.
  1287. >She stopped fighting, raising a brow at your actions.
  1288. >You figured it was best not to keep her waiting.
  1289. >She might remember you were effectively helpless against her magic.
  1290. >Using one hand to support her, you moved your now free to her winking marehood, slipping a couple fingers inside of her.
  1291. >Lyra let out a surprised gasp, shuddering in pleasure as your fingers wiggled around inside of her.
  1292. “Hold on.”
  1293. >She nodded shakily as she wrapped her hooves around your neck, burying her muzzle into your shoulder.
  1294. >”K-keep going~” she urged you on.
  1295. >You weren’t one to let anybody down.
  1296. >As you began to walk in the direction of Lyra’s home, you pressed your fingers deeper inside of the mare’s cunt.
  1297. >You heard her breathing grow more erratic as you pressed deep inside of her.
  1298. >She was practically panting like a dog on a hot Summer day.
  1299. >...now where was that g-spot?
  1300. >You wiggled your fingers inside of her, hunting for the sensitive area.
  1301. >A series of moans, whimpers, and content sighs escaped her lips as you did so.
  1302. >Suddenly, you heard a sharp gasp emanate from the mare.
  1303. >You guess you found it.
  1304. >A cocky smirk crossed your lips as you retracted your fingers from her marehood, much to her intense disappointment.
  1305. >”D-don’t make me wait… please…” she breathed into your ear in between her panting.
  1306. “I’m not,” you said, nodding in the direction of the front door of your friend’s house. “Mind getting the door for me? My hands are kinda full.”
  1307. >”H-huh?”
  1308. >She looked around, getting her bearings, then looked behind her, realizing you were standing in front of her house.
  1309. >Wordlessly, she jumped out of your arms, unlocked the door, and threw open the door, marching inside.
  1310. >You followed her in, closing the door behind you before locking it.
  1311. >You kicked off your shoes, and began to remove your jacket.
  1312. >You planned to grab your things tonight, but that could wait till tomorrow.
  1313. >You don’t think Lyra is going to-
  1314. >Before you could finish your thought, you were shoved against the wall by your friend’s magic.
  1315. >You tried to move, but her magic held strong, refusing to budge.
  1316. >”Be a good boy and don’t move,” you heard her order you.
  1317. >She approached you with a look that made your cock twitch in anticipation for what you knew was seconds away.
  1318. >She copied your earlier cocky smirk as she nuzzled at your crotch, before looking up at you with lust filled eyes.
  1319. >”We’re going to have fun tonight, Anon~”
  1320. >There was a scene in an episode of Robot Chicken.
  1321. >It was extremely short, and based off of Sleeping Beauty.
  1322. >In it, Prince Charming was kissing his princess, and a bird started screaming ‘date rape, date rape, date rape, date rape’ until the prince fled.
  1323. >That was literally all you could think about as Lyra immobilized you with her magic, teasing you by grinding her flanks against your erection.
  1324. >Which, at this point, was just begging to be released from the prison that was called your pants.
  1325. >Even if you were powerless to stop Lyra, you had to be honest.
  1326. >Being dominated by her was pretty hot.
  1327. >You were shaken from your thoughts as you felt something tug on your belt and rip it off.
  1328. >You looked down, spying your friend working on removing your pants with her magic.
  1329. >”You know, I really do owe you for how well you’ve treated me this evening.”
  1330. >Her sultry gaze didn’t waver as she undid your zipper.
  1331. >With a sharp tug, your pants fell to the ground, leaving only your boxers between the mare before you and your rock hard erection.
  1332. >”I’ve been spoiled before on dates, but nothing compares what you did for me tonight.”
  1333. >She smiled up at you as she touched the golden necklace that hung from her neck.
  1334. >”I really do appreciate it, Anon. You really deserve to be rewarded.”
  1335. >She leaned forward bit down on your boxers, before pulling them down.
  1336. >As your underwear fell to your ankles, your mighty erection, finally freed from it’s prison, rose like the fire to greet Lyra, twitching in anticipation.
  1337. >The mare eyed it dangerously, as she slowly ran her hoof along it’s length.
  1338. >She placed a gentle kiss upon your member.
  1339. >”Then again… maybe I should make you wait and suffer like you did on the train…”
  1340. >She began to idly run her hoof up and down your length as she continued to speak.
  1341. >”You worked me up so much… and you refused to go any farther…”
  1342. >She giggled to herself before she smiled up at you.
  1343. >”Luckily for you, I’m not nearly that cruel.”
  1344. >Grabbing your cock with her magic, she angled it up towards the ceiling.
  1345. >Licking up your shaft, she enveloped your head with her lips.
  1346. >Her tongue swirled around your tip, causing you to almost convulse from the long forgotten pleasure.
  1347. >However, much to your disappointment, she pulled back and let your cock fall out of her mouth.
  1348. >She placed a final kiss on your shaft, before releasing you from her magic and looking up at you with a seductive grin.
  1349. >”Let’s take this to my bedroom~”
  1350. >The mint green unicorn grabbed your hand with her magic and pulled you deeper into her house.
  1351. >She throw her bedroom door open and led you inside, before pushing you onto her bed.
  1352. >You had no time to react as the mare jumped on top of you, pinning you against the mattress with her weight.
  1353. >”You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment, Anon.”
  1354. >She wrapped her hooves around your neck, pressing her lips against your own.
  1355. >You gripped her as you took charge and flipped on top of her, kissing her back full force.
  1356. >Your tongues began to battle, twisting and twirling around each other as they wrestled each other.
  1357. >As you frenched each other, you ran your hand along her stomach and down in between her flanks, where her hot marehood waited eagerly to be pleased.
  1358. >You rubbed teasingly at the mare’s clitoris, eliciting a soft moan from her as she pulled away from your lips.
  1359. >You knew she wanted you, that she was ready and willing.
  1360. >But you couldn’t let Lyra have all the fun.
  1361. >You had to have some fun with her as well.
  1362. >You continued to play around with her clit as you focused on the mare’s sensitive neck, suckling on it softly.
  1363. >”H-hey… hold up…” she breathed into your ear.
  1364. >You paused, as the mare pushed you off of her.
  1365. >She jumped back on top of you, this time so she was facing your Private, which was still standing at attention.
  1366. >She looked back at you over her shoulder with a sultry look.
  1367. >”I wanna have something to play with, too,” she said with a smirk as she ran her hoof up your length.
  1368. >Holding your hammer of justice up in the air with her magic, you felt a wet, extremely pleasurable sensation on your junk as she began to lick up and down your shaft.
  1369. >Your dick twitched at the gesture, showing it’s appreciation.
  1370. >Eager to reciprocate, you dug your fingers into the mare’s winking marehood.
  1371. >You wiggled your fingers around inside of her for a few seconds, before you changed up your tactics, pressing the two fingers you had inside of her together.
  1372. >You pushed inwards until the entire length of your fingers were inside her, before rapidly retracting and pressing back in over and over against.
  1373. >As you thrust your fingers in and out of the Lyra’s marehood as fast as you could, you heard a gasp come from the mare nibbling on your dick, which ended with a long, deep moan.
  1374. >You felt the teasing licks and nibbles come to an end.
  1375. >You felt a new sensation as the mare’s warm, moist lips wrapped around your member.
  1376. >She pressed downwards, taking in much of your length.
  1377. >She pulled back slightly, before pressing downwards even farther, her tongue wrapping and swirling around your dick as she did so.
  1378. >You were almost sent over the edge, but managed to gain control of yourself.
  1379. >Realizing your fingers were probably getting old, you decided to switch up your tactics.
  1380. >You slowly retracted your fingers and pulled them away, before slapping your palms against the mare’s flanks and pulling her marehood closer to your face.
  1381. >You leaned forward, getting an upclose look at Lyra’s winking cunt.
  1382. >For some reason, it occurred to you that you forgot to get dessert when you were out.
  1383. >This would do.
  1384. >Closing the tiny distance between you and her marehood, you pressed your tongue against Lyra’s clitoris.
  1385. >You flicked your tongue at the sensitive nub of flesh.
  1386. >You felt Lyra moan in response as she continued to suck you off, her moans sending vibrations down your shaft, bringing about a new wave of pleasure.
  1387. >You pried her lips apart with your fingers, before burying your face in between the mare’s flanks.
  1388. >You licked teasingly at the outer folds before pressing onwards, pushing your tongue inside her.
  1389. >Another moan and more vibrations emanated from the mare as you aggressively flicked your tongue about inside of her.
  1390. >Responding to your sudden acts of aggression, Lyra stepped up her oral assault on your dick.
  1391. >She was practically deep throating you at this point, as you felt her take in your entire length.
  1392. >You wrapped your arms around her as you embraced her flanks and pulled her in, allowing your tongue to borrow even deeper inside of the mare.
  1393. >The mare shuddered and squealed as you rubbed the tip of your tongue against her g-spot, her legs kicking in response to the pleasure.
  1394. >You felt your dick plop out of the mare’s muzzle as she seemingly lost control of herself.
  1395. >She moaned out in pleasure, as she pushed against your face and began to grind against it, trying to get as much pleasure out of your own oral as possible.
  1396. >Once again, your member founds it’s way into the mare’s mouth, as she began to rapidly suck at your head, her tongue swirling around it as she did so.
  1397. >You took her actions as a signal to go full fucking HAM on her, and you did so with gusto, your flicks and licks growing more violent by the second.
  1398. >You heard the mare’s breathing begin to grow more erratic as she grinded harder against your face.
  1399. >Suddenly, her body shuddered and spasmed, as you felt her walls suddenly tighten around your tongue.
  1400. >She released your dick from her mouth again, a window shattering moan escaped her lips.
  1401. >”OH ANON~!”
  1402. >Her body suddenly gave out as she collapsed on top of you, the mare’s erratic breathing not getting any better.
  1403. >Giving her a final lick, you pulled away from her marehood.
  1404. >You felt an amused chuckle escape your now moist lips as you took in the panting mare on top of you.
  1405. “Giving up, Lyra?”
  1406. >”N-no!” she cried out in response, before looking back at you with a tired grin. “S-sorry, it’s been a long time.”
  1407. >No kidding.
  1408. >You felt your dick twitching, begging the mare for more.
  1409. >You were still in this fight.
  1410. >It was time to finish it.
  1411. >You let the mare have a moment to somewhat regain her composure before you lightly pushed her off of you.
  1412. >She flashed you a confused look, but quickly caught on as your crawled in front of her, your disco stick twitching in anticipating.
  1413. >You looked into her eyes as you positioned yourself over her, seeing many different emotions floating about in them.
  1414. >Lust.
  1415. >Desire.
  1416. >Love.
  1417. >You could see in her eyes she was wordlessly begging you to keep going, to thrust your entire length inside of her and make a proper mare out of her.
  1418. >You weren’t about to deny her that.
  1419. >You leaned forward and pressed your lips against hers, as the two of you shared a soft kiss.
  1420. >You pulled away after a few seconds, before flashing her a smirk.
  1421. “You ready?”
  1422. >A light giggle escaped her lips, before she gave you ‘the look’.
  1423. >”Do you really need to ask?”
  1424. >You chuckled.
  1425. “Not really, no.”
  1426. >The two of you shared one more sensual kiss.
  1427. >The two of you lingered there with your lips pressed together for a few seconds, before you pulled away.
  1428. >Grabbing the mare’s hips, you pulled her closer to you.
  1429. >She widened her legs for you, giving you easier access as you positioned yourself between them.
  1430. >As you moved into position, you looked up towards Lyra.
  1431. >You caught the mare biting down on her lower lip as she eyed you down.
  1432. >”Just rut me already~” she begged of you.
  1433. >Not one to let down a friend, you grabbed ahold of your shaft, aiming it towards Lyra’s marehood.
  1434. >As your tip pressed against the mare’s moist lips, you let go of your dick and gripped the mare’s hips for leverage.
  1435. >You heard Lyra sharply inhale as you slowly thrusted into her.
  1436. >You took a moment to relish in the feeling of her wet tunnel of love as you pushed into her.
  1437. >Retracting just slightly, you thrusted back into her, deeper this time.
  1438. >As you thrusted into her, the mare wrapped her forehooves around your neck and pulled you in, pressing her lips against yours.
  1439. >She shuddered with pleasure as she kissed you, evidently enjoying the feeling of being inside her as much as you were.
  1440. >You continued to thrust into her as she kicked her legs out from underneath you and wrapped them around your waist, pulling you in and forcing you deeper inside of her.
  1441. >She pulled her lips away from yours and stared into your eyes.
  1442. >”Rut me harder, Anon! Make me yours~”
  1443. >Her words encouraging you to carry out her demands, you slammed your hips into hers.
  1444. >She cried out as you slammed into her.
  1445. >You picked up the pace, her cries and moans pushing you to go to the limit.
  1446. >As you pounded away at her moist cunt, you spotted Lyra’s horn light up.
  1447. >Without warning, she threw you off of you, pushing you on your back.
  1448. >The next thing you knew, she was on top of you, straddling your hips with a shit eating grin.
  1449. >You guess she finally recovered from earlier.
  1450. >She rose up slightly and used her magic to guide your tip inside of her.
  1451. >She flashed you a sweet smile, before slamming her entire weight down onto you, taking in your entire length in one go.
  1452. >You just barely avoided crying out from the sudden rush of pleasure.
  1453. >Lyra bit down on her lip, apparently trying to keep control of herself as she rode you.
  1454. >As she did so, she leaned towards you, closing the distance between the two of you and pressing her lips against yours.
  1455. >You moved to kiss her back, but she pulled away before you could do so, flashing you a smirk.
  1456. >”I-I’m about to give you the ride of your life, A-Anon,” she managed to get out between her pants as she continuously slammed down your cock.
  1457. >Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she picked up the pace, riding your dick at seemingly lightning speed.
  1458. >”Come on~! Give it to me~!”
  1459. >Her horn suddenly lit up, and you felt a strange sensation as she gripped your ballsack with her telekinesis.
  1460. >Before you could prepare yourself, you got hit by an intense wave of pleasure as she began to massage your balls with her magic.
  1461. >This, combined with the way she was rocking her hips on your dick, was beginning to push you over the edge.
  1462. >She shot forward, shoving her lips against yours once more.
  1463. >This time you were able to react, wrapping your arms around her as you pulled the mare in as you pressed back against her.
  1464. >Her pace seemed to quicken in response to your kiss, as her tongue entered your mouth.
  1465. >You pushed your tongue against the invader, and soon, the two of you were once against locked in an epic battle for control as your tongues wrestled each other.
  1466. >As the two of you kissed, you began to feel Lyra slow down.
  1467. >That wouldn’t do. At all.
  1468. >Inclined to help out, you slapped your hands against her flanks and grabbed them, before you began you thrust upwards into the mare.
  1469. >A surprised gasp escaped Lyra’s lips, but her surprise didn’t last long, as she once again began to increase her pace.
  1470. >You felt something begin to build up in your loins as she picked up the pace.
  1471. >Everything was becoming too much to bear.
  1472. >Almost six months of pent up sexual energy was about to be released.
  1473. >This was going to be a big one.
  1474. >You reluctantly pulled away from the mare’s lips.
  1475. “L-Lyra, I’m g-gonna-”
  1476. >You couldn’t even finish the sentence before your erection twitched violently and your seed shot deep inside of the mare.
  1477. >You convulsed from the intense pleasure, as you heard Lyra cry out, overcome by the same sensations.
  1478. >She fell backwards as her body went slack once more, your dick slipping out of her with a wet ‘plop’.
  1479. >Your penis twitched several more times, two final hot ropes of cum escaping it before your orgasm came to an end.
  1480. >The two of you lay there, bathing in the afterglow, the only sounds breaking the silence being the heavy panting from the two of you.
  1481. >After a while, the mare stirred, propping herself up on her hooves as she looked her way.
  1482. >”Man, you really were pent up, huh?”
  1483. >A light chuckle escaped your lips.
  1484. “No shit.”
  1485. >It had been almost six months, after all.
  1486. >She smiled sweetly at you as she crawled up beside you.
  1487. >Kicking off what little clothing you had left on, you turned your body towards the mare and wrapped your arms around her, pulling her in close.
  1488. >”Well, for someone who hasn’t got any action in six months, you did pretty well,” the mare in your arms commented.
  1489. “I watch a lot of porn,” you commented offhandedly.
  1490. >She giggled with amusement, before placing a light kiss upon your cheek.
  1491. >”Good night, Anon.”
  1492. >You smiled, your heart fluttering as she buried her face in your chest.
  1493. “Good night, Lyra.”
  1494. >You are Twilight Sparkle.
  1495. >You yawned loudly, your tired eyes beginning to grow heavy.
  1496. >You glanced over to the nearby grandfather clock, noting it was ten after midnight.
  1497. >...Anonymous should’ve popped his head in by now.
  1498. >You looked back at the door that lead into your study, which remained close.
  1499. >It’s been one hundred and seventy three days since your life got turned upside down.
  1500. >It’s been one hundred and twenty seven since decided to remove everyone from your life.
  1501. >Without fail, every day, Anon would come in and try everything in his power to get you to change your mind.
  1502. >And everyday, you would coldly shut him down until he gave up, only to stubbornly come back a few hours later.
  1503. >Until today.
  1504. >Your husband was nowhere to be seen.
  1505. >In fact, you haven’t seen him ever since morning.
  1506. >Had he finally given up?
  1507. >Did you finally push him over the edge?
  1508. >You felt a heavy pain in your chest as you thought of the possibilities.
  1509. >You pushed him away from you… but you still loved him.
  1510. >You didn’t want to be without him, but at the same time, you didn’t want anything to do with him.
  1511. >You desperately wanted to go check on him, to see why he hadn’t visited you.
  1512. >But… you knew it was the wrong call.
  1513. >You would probably see him in the morning.
  1514. >With another heavy yawn, you put your quill aside and rested your head on your hooves, closing your eyes.
  1515. >You drifted off to sleep, ready for the nightmares that would strike you unmercilessly.
  1516. >It would be the same as every night.
  1517. >Visions of your friends, family, and loved ones all dying one by one, until only you and your fellow alicorns were left.
  1518. >You would never get used to them.
  1519. >You are Anonymous.
  1520. >You awaken like you do any other morning.
  1521. >Cursing the Sun as it’s rays disturbs your slumber, and craving a drink.
  1522. >But, as you began to wake up, you began to realize that things were very, very different.
  1523. >Your bed wasn’t nearly as plush, or as huge as it usually was.
  1524. >And… you weren’t alone, for the first time in forever.
  1525. >You took in the mare at your side for a good long couple minutes, processing the situation you had found yourself in.
  1526. >Twenty four hours ago, you were at your wits end.
  1527. >After trying everything, Twilight still apparently wanted nothing to do with you.
  1528. >After six long months of trying, you were finally giving up.
  1529. >You were finally moving on.
  1530. >The mare who was using you as a teddy bear clung onto you tighter, reminding you of her presence.
  1531. >You gave her an affectionate squeeze, reveling in the warm feeling in your gullet.
  1532. >Lyra’s been there for you all this time.
  1533. >You gently ran your hand down her side as you looked at her.
  1534. >You regretted choosing Twilight over her all those months ago.
  1535. >There was a time where you could’ve gone either way, and you decided to be with Twilight.
  1536. >You wondered where you’d be right now if you choose to be with Lyra.
  1537. >Would you be happy together? Being each other’s joy in life?
  1538. >Or would it have been just another loveless marriage?
  1539. >A disheartened sigh escaped your lips at the thought of your relationship with the mare in your arms ending up just like yours with Twilight in the future.
  1540. >You doubted it would, especially with how she’s cared for you for the past six months.
  1541. >Still… after wasting all that time being married to Twilight, it was hard to think that it wasn’t possible.
  1542. >You were shaken from your thoughts as the mare in your arms stirred.
  1543. >A cute yawn escaped her lips as her eyes fluttered open.
  1544. >She took a few seconds to get her bearings, before looking at you.
  1545. >Lyra took a couple moments to register what was going on, before a pleasant grin crossed her face.
  1546. >”Good morning.”
  1547. “Morning.”
  1548. >You returned her smile as she cheerfully nuzzled you, holding onto you as if you were going to float away and disappear forever if she let go.
  1549. >You missed this so much.
  1550. >Waking up with someone you cared for was something you always enjoyed very much back when you and Twilight actually slept together.
  1551. >It never mattered to you how shitty your day was, so long as you started your day out with a mare affectionately showing you how much she loved you, you were content.
  1552. >Lyra took a moment to stop showering with affection.
  1553. >”Hey, wanna go get some breakfast?” she asked, her goofy grin not going anywhere. “I know you’re going to busy dealing with Twilight and all, but-”
  1554. “Sure, I’d love to.”
  1555. >”Really?!” The mare exclaimed, almost shocked that you actually agreed.
  1556. ”Yes, really.”
  1557. >You grinned as you placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
  1558. “Why would I want to spend time with my mare?”
  1559. >”Y-you’re mare?”
  1560. >Her face turned a deep scarlet as she began to process what you just said.
  1561. >”I-I-”
  1562. >You cut her off as you pressed your lips against yours.
  1563. >You swore you heard the mare squeal in delight as she pressed back against your lips.
  1564. >You would’ve loved to have stayed there all day like that, just holding and kissing each other for hours on end.
  1565. >But you had stuff to do.
  1566. >Plus breakfast sounded pretty good right now.
  1567. >You were sure Salty would be happy to see you come in not looking like you were about to become an hero at any second.
  1568. >Reluctantly, you pulled away from the mare, her disappointment apparent in her face.
  1569. “Come, let’s get out of bed. I’m fucking hungry.”
  1570. >You are Twilight Sparkle.
  1571. >You awaken to find yourself drooling all over your paperwork and yourself.
  1572. >Nice.
  1573. >You took a moment to clean yourself up, before glancing over to the time.
  1574. >It was nearing eleven.
  1575. >You never slept in that late, even when stayed up as late as you did.
  1576. >It took you a few moments to realize something was wrong with this picture.
  1577. >...Anon…
  1578. >He normally slept in later than you did, but if he woke up before you did, he’d always wake you up and try to get you to eat breakfast with him.
  1579. >There would be no way for you to sleep in so late… unless he decided to stop trying…
  1580. >Memories of yesterday came flying back to you at this realization.
  1581. >Anon completely fell off the face of the Earth after last morning.
  1582. >Even when he was going somewhere overnight, he usually poked his in and let you know.
  1583. >Or begged you to go with him.
  1584. >He did neither yesterday.
  1585. >He just… vanished, without a trace.
  1586. >You had pushed him away from you.
  1587. >You didn’t know if he was coming back at all, or he just forget to tell you that he was going somewhere.
  1588. >Either way… even though you knew the risks, you had to know what happened to your husband.
  1589. >Even if you risked letting him know you still loved and cared for him.
  1590. >For the first time in almost a month, you left your study.
  1591. >The rest of the castle you called home seemed so alien to you as you walked about it, searching for signs of your missing husband.
  1592. >You searched the bar.
  1593. >You searched the kitchen.
  1594. >You searched the bathrooms.
  1595. >You even looked under the furniture.
  1596. >Still, there was no clue of his whereabouts.
  1597. >A sigh escaped your lips as you hung your head.
  1598. >Maybe you were just overthinking this.
  1599. >He probably just was out all night with Big Mac and Lyra.
  1600. >He’s probably upstairs sleeping off a hangover.
  1601. >...why didn’t you check the bedroom first?
  1602. >There was no time to beat yourself up over your lack of common sense, though.
  1603. >You quickly made your way upstairs, making a beeline for Anonymous’s bedroom.
  1604. >You felt like you got stabbed in the chest as you came to a halt before the door leading into what you also used to call your bedroom.
  1605. >All this room did was bring you pain.
  1606. >Not because anything bad happened here, but because of all the good things that happened in there.
  1607. >All those nights you spent together with Anon.
  1608. >All those intimate experiences, including your first time.
  1609. >It was in this room that the two of you stopped being friends, and became lovers.
  1610. >All this room did was remind you of how good you had it, and it just made it much more difficult to push Anon out of your life.
  1611. >It was for the best… but, it didn’t change the fact it was torture
  1612. >Steeling yourself, you opened the door just enough so you could peek inside.
  1613. >...he’s not there?
  1614. >You pushed the door out of your way and trotted inside, glancing about.
  1615. >Nothing.
  1616. >A disappointed sigh escaped your lips.
  1617. >He’s not here.
  1618. >You made your way over to the still messy bed and plopped down on it, burying your face in your hooves.
  1619. >Why in Celestia’s name were you doing this?
  1620. >This was what you wanted, right?
  1621. >You wanted him to move on, that’s why you pushed him away.
  1622. >You were finally free. The last mortal individual in your life was gone.
  1623. >It pained you to know one day you’d hear news about your death, but it wouldn’t hurt you nearly as much.
  1624. >You knew without a doubt it’d be much better than watching those you care about slowly die one by one.
  1625. >So why did it hurt so much that your efforts have finally paid off?
  1626. >You looked over towards the nightstand beside the bed, where a picture sat.
  1627. >Grabbing it with your magic, you brought it over to you and examined it.
  1628. >It was a picture you took at one of Pinkie’s parties a couple days after you and Anon started dating.
  1629. >You and Anonymous were holding each other, surrounded by your friends, enjoying yourselves.
  1630. >You were smiling like everyone else was.
  1631. >You were actually happy.
  1632. >A drop of moisture dropped onto the frame, followed by another, and another.
  1633. >It took you a few moments to realize they were tears.
  1634. >You were crying.
  1635. >You began to choke up as you buried your face in your hooves.
  1636. >You just wanted your old life back.
  1637. >You wanted things to be the way they were before Celestia took it all away from you.
  1638. >Just because she wanted you to be by her side for the rest of eternity.
  1639. “WHY?!”
  1640. >You lashed out, throwing the picture into a nearby wall.
  1641. >You heard the sound of glass shattering as it impacted, the picture frame breaking apart from the blow.
  1642. >All you wanted was to be happy.
  1643. >To not have the thought of watching all your loved ones dying while your body remained as young as it is today weighing down on your mind.
  1644. >You just wanted to be rid of this curse, to have these wings to be taken back.
  1645. >You beat your hooves against your skulls, as if it would answer your question.
  1646. “WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! WH-”
  1647. >”Twilight?!”
  1648. >You froze as you heard Anon’s voice ring out.
  1649. >You shot your head towards the source of his voice, spotting him standing in the doorway, his face showing a mix of concern and surprise.
  1650. >You didn’t even know what to think, or what to say.
  1651. >You were too emotional to do any of that.
  1652. >The only thing on your mind was how much you wanted to be with Anon.
  1653. >You are Anonymous.
  1654. >Your breakfast went well enough with Lyra.
  1655. >Salty seemed happy enough about your decision, even gave you free beer on the house as a way to congratulate you.
  1656. >But, you decided to cut things short.
  1657. >You wanted to get this over and done with.
  1658. >You didn’t want it weighing down on your mind.
  1659. >You weren’t expecting this, though.
  1660. >You weren’t expecting to see your wife crying on your bed.
  1661. >You weren’t expecting her to actually regard you when you called out to her.
  1662. >You certainly weren’t expecting her to tackle you to the ground and to almost choke you with her grip as she hugged you.
  1663. >”A-Anon! I-I’m sorry!”
  1664. >She was barely getting the words out in between her choking sobs.
  1665. >“I-I’m so, so, so, s-sooooo sorry!”
  1666. >That was all she could get out before her sobs intensified.
  1667. >You really didn’t know what to think, or what to feel as you wrapped you arms around the mare, giving her a comforting pat on the back.
  1668. >This wasn’t the cold, neglectful mare who hid in the cave she referred to as her study all day long.
  1669. >This was your wife.
  1670. >Your fragile, emotional wife.
  1671. >The mare you had fallen in love with.
  1672. >The day you began the process of divorcing her, she decided to come back.
  1673. >Why?
  1674. >Why the fuck didn’t she do this a day earlier?
  1675. >Why did she have to wait till after you finally decided you were done?
  1676. >Why the fuck did she have to wait till after you fell in love with someone else?
  1677. >You thought things would be simple.
  1678. >You would come here, get the paperwork signed, and move on with your life.
  1679. >Why couldn’t shit have been that simple?
  1680. >You felt as if you were stuck between a rock and a hard place.
  1681. >On one hand, you loved Lyra.
  1682. >She was there for you whenever Twilight wasn’t.
  1683. >Every step of the way, she was there to comfort you whenever Twilight’s neglect got to you.
  1684. >On the other hand, you still loved Twilight even if the past several months put a massive strain on your relationship.
  1685. >Had she stayed the same neglectful wife she has been for the past almost six months, you would’ve been gone by now.
  1686. >But here before was not the cruel beast who occupied your wife’s body for so long.
  1687. >This was the mare you had fallen in love with, here in the flesh.
  1688. >Doubt was beginning to set in.
  1689. >So did remorse and guilt.
  1690. >Why didn’t you just wait until after the divorce to fall for Lyra?
  1691. >That would’ve made things so much easier.
  1692. >You wouldn’t had to choose that way.
  1693. >You wouldn’t have had to hurt anybody.
  1694. >That’s the only way this is going to end.
  1695. >With somebody getting hurt, and you didn’t know who.
  1696. >You are Twilight Sparkle.
  1697. >It felt so good to hold Anon.
  1698. >It’s been one hundred and twenty three days since you last enjoyed this feeling.
  1699. >You noticed with a light blush that Anon’s clearly been working out quite a bit.
  1700. >His muscles were… huge!
  1701. >...how long has it been since you actually even looked at your husband?
  1702. >You couldn’t stand watching him die, but you couldn’t stand pushing him away either.
  1703. >You had to make a choice, and it was a pretty obvious one.
  1704. >You wanted to be with the one you love.
  1705. >You took a deep breath, trying to regain your composure so you could do more than choke out apologies and cry.
  1706. >The tears will still running down your cheeks, but at least you could talk now.
  1707. “A-Anon, really, I-I’m sorry. R-really. I’ve been a horrible w-wife to you for these past hundred and twenty three days.”
  1708. >You gave him your best smile as you affectionately nuzzled him.
  1709. >You needed to make up for everything you’ve done to him in the last almost six months.
  1710. >You would shower him with love, kisses, and affection for as long as the two of you were together.
  1711. >He needed to know how much you loved him, how much he meant to you.
  1712. >But… as you looked at him, you realized his expression wasn’t what you were expecting.
  1713. >He didn’t look happy, or anything really.
  1714. >He just looked… conflicted.
  1715. >It was then you noticed the papers that were spread out across the ground beside him.
  1716. >Your heart dropped when you saw the heading of the front page.
  1717. >’Petition - Marriage/Domestic Partnership’
  1718. >You felt your blood run cold as you remembered what these papers were for.
  1719. >No…
  1720. “NO!” you cried out, “YOU CAN’T! I’M SORRY ANON! LET ME EXPLAIN EVERYTHING! I CAN MAKE IT UP TO YOU, I SWEAR!”
  1721. >You held onto him, gripping him tightly, afraid if you let him go, you’d never see him again.
  1722. “DON’T LEAVE ME! P-PLEASE!”
  1723. >As you begged your husband not to leave you, you felt the sobs begin to start up again.
  1724. “I-I LOVE YOU! D-DON’T MAKE ME BE A-ALONE!”
  1725. >You are Anonymous.
  1726. >You wanted to be angry.
  1727. >You wanted to treat Twilight as coldly as she has for the past almost six months.
  1728. >You wanted to call her out on the fact that she hasn’t given you the time of day since you initially tied the knot.
  1729. >You wanted to force her to sign the paperwork so you could get out of here, be with the new mare in your life, and move on with your life.
  1730. >But you couldn’t, not seeing her like this.
  1731. >The moment you laid eyes upon your broken wife, begging you to forgive her and stay with her, you lost all of the nerve you built up to get you to this point.
  1732. >You needed to get out of here, you needed to think about this.
  1733. >Your emotions were tearing you apart on the inside.
  1734. >You were not in the right state of mind to make any decision.
  1735. >Nor were you in the right state of mind to deal with the situation you found yourself in.
  1736. >There was only one thing you could do.
  1737. >Run away from your problems.
  1738. “INEEDTOGOSOMEWHERE-!”
  1739. >You pushed away the mare and jumped up to your feet, before sprinting out of the room.
  1740. >”Wait, Anon! Where are you going?!” you heard Twilight call after you.
  1741. >You stopped dead in your tracks, and looked back towards the mare
  1742. “I have to go return some tapes.”
  1743. >Before she could ask you what the hell you were talking about, you bounced, leaving the castle as swiftly as possible.
  1744. >You knew that running from your problems was a very bad call, and would just lead to more issues down the road.
  1745. >But you knew you’d cause even more trouble to yourself if you didn’t give yourself time to clear your head.
  1746. >Your heart yearned for both Lyra and Twilight, and you couldn’t make that decision at the moment.
  1747. >You wished you could choose to be with them both, but you knew that was out of the question.
  1748. >Open relationships didn’t work out well, unless you were a cuck, of course.
  1749. >A disheartened sigh escaped your lips as you stopped running and slowed to a casual walk.
  1750. >You needed guidance, wisdom from a neutral source.
  1751. >Your usual sources of wisdom wouldn’t do you much good.
  1752. >Lyra would obviously be biased towards herself, and would probably be pretty pissed off if you started having second thoughts at this point.
  1753. >Big Mac and Salty would also be biased towards Lyra.
  1754. >In fact, pretty much everybody would be biased towards Lyra, since everybody that knew all three of you were pushed out of Twilight’s life.
  1755. >That only left one option.
  1756. >Blueblood.
  1757. >You are Blueblood.
  1758. >Prince of Equestria.
  1759. >Nephew of Celestia.
  1760. >Self-made millionaire.
  1761. >Well known jackass.
  1762. >Little known bro.
  1763. >Living up to all those titles took a lot out of you, and there was nothing that you enjoyed more than that glass of Applejack daniels at the end of the day.
  1764. >You could afford much finer, but not everything needed to be expensive to be enjoyed.
  1765. >You weren’t one of those buffoons who got off on spending large sums of cash on overpriced items just because you could.
  1766. >A thirty bit bottle of whiskey did the same job a thousand bit bottle of whiskey did.
  1767. >Somebody cleared their throat behind you, pulling you away from your thoughts and back to the real world.
  1768. >”Prince Blueblood, Prince Anonymous-”
  1769. “Let him in,” you said, waving away the guard.
  1770. >There was a moment’s pause, before the trotted off.
  1771. >You heard the unique footsteps of your friend and fellow prince as he entered the room.
  1772. >”Blueblood.”
  1773. >You turned around and faced the man you considered the brother you never had with a smile.
  1774. “Greetings, Anonymous.”
  1775. >You grabbed a clean whiskey glass, threw in a few cubes of ice, and brought it over to you, pouring some Applejack Daniels into it.
  1776. “I would offer anyone else the drink first before actually pouring it out, but I know I don’t need to ask you of all po- err… people, if they want some liquor.”
  1777. >You flashed him a smirk, as he laughed, taking the ball busting in stride.
  1778. >He took the glass off of you, before taking a small sip from it.
  1779. “So, it’s not everyday I have the pleasure of your company, especially unannounced. What brings you here, Anonymous?”
  1780. >The happiness on his face quickly faded as he took another drink.
  1781. >”I have come here for advice.”
  1782. >You raised a brow at his answer.
  1783. “Unusual. You have so many ponies in Ponyville who would be able to help you in the advice department.”
  1784. >You took up a thinker’s pose as you continued speaking your mind.
  1785. “That must mean that the advice of those many ponies isn’t suitable for your issue, and since you probably aren’t here to seek advice on business related matters, you must be here for advice regarding Twilight.”
  1786. >He raised a brow at your statement.
  1787. >”How did you…”
  1788. >You chuckled.
  1789. “Why else would you come all the way out here for advice, Anon? You need advice from an unbiased source untouched by your relationship issues.”
  1790. >You motioned him to speak.
  1791. “Come on, out with it, Anonymous.”
  1792. >He hesitated for a moment, but did as you requested.
  1793. >”My wife who’s been missing for almost six months has finally returned, and now I’m stuck choosing between the two mares I love. Everybody in Ponyville is biased towards Lyra, so…”
  1794. >He looked your way with a questioning glance.
  1795. >”I was hoping you’d have an opinion that’d actually be useful to my plight.”
  1796. >You gave him a look.
  1797. >Your answer was obvious, and you were sure he knew what you were going to say.
  1798. >Your friend might’ve been an alcoholic who did a lot of idiotic things, but he was no fool.
  1799. >Still, he was expecting an answer. Even if it was obvious, you had to say it.
  1800. “My answer is as simple as it is obvious, Anonymous.”
  1801. >You leaned forward as you peered into his gaze.
  1802. “You love Lyra, and you love your wife, who has decided now was the perfect time to start acting like a wife again. You don’t know which one to choose. Which one you love more than the other. Which one you want to hurt the least.”
  1803. >He flashed you an annoyed look.
  1804. >”I came here for advice, Blueblood, not to be told what I already know.”
  1805. >You glared at him.
  1806. “I’m getting there, you buffoon! Let me speak.”
  1807. >You calmed down as he motioned for you to continue.
  1808. “Right… so… here’s my answer. You need to stay married to Twilight, and you need to take Lyra in as your mistress. That way you can have both of them, and your reputation, as nonexistent as it is, will be unharmed by your decision to divorce a beloved princess.”
  1809. >You weren’t shocked when a frustrated look came over his face.
  1810. >”I can’t be with both, Blueblood! There’s no way Lyra would go with being left on the side, especially to Twilight. And even if she did, the moment Twilight finds out, and we both know damn well she will, she’ll have my head!”
  1811. >You flashed Anon a smile.
  1812. “Anonymous, you need to give it a shot. It’s either that, or you have to choose. I assure you, choosing will ruin your relationship with whoever you don’t decide to be with.”
  1813. >You took a moment to take a drink from your whiskey, before continuing on.
  1814. “Just talk to them, Anon. Worst case scenario, it’ll give you time to figure out which mare you wish to be with.”
  1815. >He sighed dejectedly, before shrugging.
  1816. >”I guess I might as well try.”
  1817. >You flashed him a cocky smirk.
  1818. “Never doubt me, Anonymous. I’ve been in your shoes before, after all.”
  1819. >You and Anonymous shared a few more drinks before he decided it was time to depart.
  1820. >Not one to let a friend take the long train ride home, you offered the use of your personal airship, which he gladly accepted.
  1821. >Now, you found yourself watching him leave with your pilot with a frown on your face.
  1822. >You didn’t inform Anonymous, but, you were really worried about him.
  1823. >You were once foolish and in love once, too.
  1824. >You had to choose between two mares.
  1825. >That was a dark time in your life, and you knew Anonymous was about to go down a very, very dark path.
  1826. >You felt that you needed to be there for him.
  1827. >Anonymous was one of the very few individuals you genuinely cared about and enjoyed being around.
  1828. >You would be a horrid friend if you just let him go down the same path you went down on his own.
  1829. >Besides, you figured you could use a bit of a vacation.
  1830. “Codsworth!”
  1831. >After a few moment, your study door opened, and in walked a sky blue dragon.
  1832. >Anonymous’s wife wasn’t the only one who walked away from Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns with an assistant.
  1833. >Though you actually treated Codsworth like an assistant, not like a pet like she treats Spike.
  1834. >”Yes, my lord?”
  1835. “Do me a favor and send a runner after Prince Anonymous. Let them know that we will be joining them.”
  1836. >You are Anonymous.
  1837. >You found yourself hanging around outside the airship’s cabin, leaning against the safety railing, drink in hand.
  1838. >It was much smaller than the gigantic passenger airships that you were accustomed to.
  1839. >There was only room for the cockpit and a small passenger area.
  1840. >The passenger area was nicely furnished, however, and even had a bar.
  1841. >Codsworth made a mean vodka cocktail, you noted.
  1842. >That dragon should consider becoming a bartender.
  1843. >You took a sip of your cocktail, before looking over to the stallion standing beside.
  1844. “You didn’t have to come with me, man.”
  1845. >He shot you a grin at your statement.
  1846. >”Of course I had to, Anonymous. I needed a vacation.”
  1847. >His grin transformed into a smirk as he leered at you.
  1848. >”Besides, I figured I should save you the future train rides should you need anymore advice.”
  1849. >You snorted with amusement.
  1850. “Well, I guess it doesn’t hurt to have a drinking buddy that won’t be judging me for the shit I’m about to do…”
  1851. >You felt the stallion give you a comforting pat on the back.
  1852. >”So you’re going to do it?”
  1853. >You nodded.
  1854. >You really didn’t have any other choice.
  1855. >There would be much less pain involved this way.
  1856. “I’m going to talk to both of them, tell them the truth. It’ll come out eventually anyways.”
  1857. >You sighed, before taking another drink from your cocktail.
  1858. “Then… I think I’m going to see if choosing both will be an option.”
  1859. >You knew, deep down, it wouldn’t work.
  1860. >But Blueblood was right, it’d give you enough time to think things through, figure out who to be with.
  1861. >At the moment, you weren’t ready to make that decision.
  1862. >The prince hummed in approval.
  1863. >”That might be the best choice, at least for now. The more time you give yourself, the better.”
  1864. >He leered at you as he continued.
  1865. >”But… there’s no guarantee that they will go for it. Mares aren’t that big on sharing. I doubt Lyra and Twilight are any different. Be prepared for that possibility.”
  1866. >You turned your gaze to your drink as you shook it around in your hand.
  1867. >You knew of this danger, and you knew that even if they agreed to what you had in mind, it would more than likely unravel.
  1868. >You weren’t prepared for that possibility.
  1869. >But you had to try, otherwise things were going to get much, much worse.
  1870. >After you landed behind the castle, you stepped off, your arms filled with Blueblood’s luggage.
  1871. >He didn’t ask for help or anything, you just wanted a bit of a workout.
  1872. >You always felt better after getting a workout in.
  1873. >After a short walk, you reached the castle’s main entrance.
  1874. >Codsworth rushed forward ahead of you and grabbed the door for you.
  1875. >What a bro.
  1876. >Thanking him, you wandered inside and made your way upstairs.
  1877. >Passing your bedroom, you dropped your friend’s stuff off in front of one of the guest bedrooms.
  1878. >You turned towards him, and, motioning to the door, you spoke.
  1879. “Here’s where you’ll be sleeping. Don’t know if it’ll be up to your standards… but…”
  1880. >He chuckled lightly.
  1881. >”Anonymous, I’ve slept in much worse locations during my time in the Guard. I’m sure a guest bedroom inside of a castle will be more than enough to satisfy me.”
  1882. >He shoo’d you away with your hoof.
  1883. >”You have a princess to talk to, we’ll chat later, Anonymous.”
  1884. >You nodded, knowing he was right, before wandering off to find your wife.
  1885. >You poked your head into your bedroom, spotting the mare sprawled out on your bed, clinging onto a pillow.
  1886. >She was still sobbing lightly as she lay there.
  1887. >Running out on her probably wasn’t your best decision.
  1888. >Especially with your divorce papers scattered all over the floor.
  1889. >But you didn’t know what else to do at the time.
  1890. >You withheld a sigh as you approached the bed, taking a seat on the edge.
  1891. “Twilight, we need to talk.”
  1892. >She lifted her head up and looked your way.
  1893. >To say she was a mess would be an understatement.
  1894. >”What’s there to talk about? I ruined everything we had, and now you want to divorce me.”
  1895. >She sniffled, as fresh tears ran down her cheek.
  1896. >”I deserve it, really. I had everything I could ask for and I threw it all away…”
  1897. >With a defeated sigh, she laid her back down in it’s original position.
  1898. >You felt the oddest combination of pity and satisfaction as you watched over her broken form.
  1899. >There was no denying she deserved it, as cold as you felt saying it.
  1900. >You loved her, and you were happy the cold mare who had occupied her body for the past almost six months was gone, but the way she treated you was inexcusable.
  1901. >Still… like you said, you loved her.
  1902. >Always had, even when she didn’t return your love.
  1903. >You laid beside her, wrapping your arms around her as you pulled her in close.
  1904. >A surprised gasp escaped her lips as you spooned her.
  1905. >”A-Anon…”
  1906. >You placed a gentle kiss on the back of her head.
  1907. “We have issues, I know. I have a lot of complications as well. But we can work through them.”
  1908. >The mare shifted in your arms, twisting her body around so the two of you could be face to face.
  1909. “I still love you, Twilight. I still want to be with you, now that I have you back.”
  1910. >The mare’s cheek turned a light shade of scarlet as you leaned in, pressing your lips against hers gently, trying your best to ignore the nastiness all over her face that was leftover from her crying for the past several hours.
  1911. >You felt Twilight’s soft hooves wrap around your neck as she kissed you back softly.
  1912. >The two of you lay there, kissing each other for the first time in five months.
  1913. >You relished in the feeling.
  1914. >It’s been so, so long since you’ve been able to enjoy this moment.
  1915. >The two of you stayed like that for a while, but eventually, Twilight pulled away, a smile now on her face.
  1916. >”I-I love you too, Anon.”
  1917. >You felt your heart flutter as you took in those words.
  1918. >For the first time in month, you could feel the meaning behind those words.
  1919. >You could tell she actually loved you.
  1920. >But you also felt a deep pain in your chest, like you just took an arrow to the heart.
  1921. >That guilt you thought you weren’t going to feel was growing stronger by the minute.
  1922. >You needed to tell her. You needed to be honest with her.
  1923. >You were sure she would understand if you explained it, especially with how apologetic you felt.
  1924. >Still, you regretted.
  1925. >You didn’t regret what you did with Lyra, just that you didn’t bother waiting till today after you made Twilight sign the papers.
  1926. >It was just one fucking day. Why couldn’t you just hold it together?
  1927. >It would’ve made things much easier on everybody involved.
  1928. >You let out a sigh.
  1929. >It was time. You needed to talk with your wife about this.
  1930. “Twilight…. we really, really need to talk…”
  1931. >”I know… we can wait till later… I just want to enjoy this. It’s been so long…”
  1932. >Reluctantly, you shoved yourself away from the mare.
  1933. “I mean, we NEED to talk, Twilight. This can’t wait.”
  1934. >You felt like a dick doing it, but you couldn’t hold this in.
  1935. >The disappointment on her face was as plain as day, but she nodded.
  1936. >”Alright… where do we start?”
  1937. >You grimaced.
  1938. >You knew that what you were about to say was going to just further damage your relationship with her, perhaps inflict permanent damage on it.
  1939. >But you had to tell the truth.
  1940. “Twilight…”
  1941. >You steeled yourself as you pushed on.
  1942. “I haven’t been faithful to you.”
  1943. >You are Twilight Sparkle.
  1944. >You felt as if you ran straight into a brick wall, full force.
  1945. >You heard Anon’s words repeat over and over again in your head as you got hit by a flood of emotions.
  1946. >You weren’t having trouble figuring out how to feel. You were being hit by every single emotion at once.
  1947. >Anger.
  1948. >Sadness.
  1949. >Shock.
  1950. >Despair.
  1951. >Hate.
  1952. >Rejection.
  1953. >The urges to both vomit and jump from the highest point you could find.
  1954. >You felt it all, and for the most part, it wasn’t even directed at your unfaithful husband.
  1955. >Sure, it was wrong that he cheated on you, but could you really blame him?
  1956. >You pushed him away all those months, refusing to give him any love or affection, just because you couldn’t stand the thought of you outliving him.
  1957. >”It was just a one time thing…”
  1958. >Anonymous’s voice brought you back to reality as he began to explain what happened.
  1959. >”Yesterday… yesterday pushed me over the edge. I thought you were done with me, for good, and I decided I was going to divorce you.”
  1960. >You felt the pain in your chest grow worse at this.
  1961. >You deeply regretted the way you treated Anon.
  1962. >You were supposed to be his loving wife, that mare who would always be there for him.
  1963. >But you blew off all your duties just because you couldn’t face fate.
  1964. >You deserved this.
  1965. >This was your punishment for the way you treated Anon.
  1966. >You went back to listening to your husband as he continued.
  1967. >”Lyra was with me… she was always with me… and sometime after I decided that I was going to move on, she threw herself at me. I knew I should’ve waited till after the divorce, but… it had been so long since the last time I kissed somebody… loved somebody… I just couldn’t help myself.”
  1968. >He looked up at you, his eyes expressing nothing but sadness.
  1969. >”I… I love her, Twilight. Like I love you. I thought you were gone for good. I thought that I had already moved on, and that nothing was going to change that… but you came back.”
  1970. >You flinched as he lurched forward, grasping your hooves with his hands.
  1971. >”I’m sorry, Twilight. I really am.”
  1972. >You are Anonymous.
  1973. >You have made your decision.
  1974. >You didn’t expect it to come to you anytime soon, but as you spoke to your wife, revealing the events of last night to her, it came to you.
  1975. >Twilight had her chance.
  1976. >It was time to give the mare who was there for you when she threw it all away hers.
  1977. “I love you Twilight. I will always love you.”
  1978. >You gripped the mare’s hooves tighter, steeling yourself for what was to come.
  1979. “But I love Lyra. She didn’t abandon me, you did! My love for you and you deciding to come back to reality will never change that.”
  1980. >Twilight looked as if she had been hit by a train as she watched you in horror as you stood up and continued speaking.
  1981. “I-I can’t go back to you, Twilight! I-I’m sorry!”
  1982. >”A-Anon, I-I-”
  1983. >You didn’t want to hear it.
  1984. >You couldn’t.
  1985. >You rushed out of the bedroom, not looking back.
  1986. >You heard Blueblood yell after you as you sprinted by him, but you didn’t care, nor did you listen.
  1987. >You had only one thing on your mind, and that was Lyra.
  1988. >And the only place you wanted to be at that moment was her house, in her hooves.
  1989. >You are Lyra Heartstrings.
  1990. >That goofy grin that’s been plastered to your face since yesterday was still there.
  1991. >So was that skip in your step, and that wiggle in your hips.
  1992. >That familiar warmth between your flanks came and went periodically as well, as you remembered the more lewd parts of last night.
  1993. >To say you were happy with the way things were going was quite an understatement.
  1994. >You trotted into the kitchen, humming cheerfully as you opened the fridge with your magic, grabbing the jug of freshly squeezed lemonade you made earlier.
  1995. >Nothing made a hot summer day more enjoyable than a cool glass of lemonade.
  1996. >As you poured yourself a glass, you heard a knock at the front door.
  1997. >Bonnie must be back, finally.
  1998. >You couldn’t wait to share the details of the last couple days with her.
  1999. >She’ll be jealous she missed out.
  2000. >Taking a quick drink of your lemonade, you placed the glass down on the counter and made your way over to the door.
  2001. >Opening the door with your magic, you rushed out the door to greet your friend, only to run straight into your lover instead.
  2002. >You were surprised. Pleasantly, but surprised nonetheless.
  2003. >You weren’t expecting him to be back till later in the evening.
  2004. “Hi A-”
  2005. >You stopped, giving him a quick once over.
  2006. >It was obvious he had been crying. His cheeks were stained with dried tears, and his eyes were redder than Big Mac’s coat.
  2007. >But… his face didn’t express any sadness.
  2008. >In fact, there was a big grin plastered on his face.
  2009. >”I must look like hammered shit.”
  2010. >An amused giggle escaped your lips.
  2011. “You look like you’ve been to Tartarus and back.”
  2012. >He shrugged at your statement.
  2013. >”Yeah, well, Twilight sent me to Hell... but I went even deeper. I took back everything I’ve lost.”
  2014. >The man fell forward onto his knees, and you found yourself pulled into his tight embrace before you could even react.
  2015. >”She tried to pull me back in, and I almost went for it, but taking my life back the first time was difficult enough… I don’t want to have to do it a second time…”
  2016. >Your cheeks immediately heated up as you felt his lips press lightly against the small of your neck.
  2017. >”I have you, Lyra. There’s no way I’m going back at this point.”
  2018. >You felt your stupid grin widen just slightly as you wrapped your hooves around Anonymous, placing a light kiss on his cheek.
  2019. “I love you, Anon~”
  2020. >Your lover’s embrace tightened as those words left your mouth.
  2021. >”I love you too, Lyra.”
  2022. >You are Anonymous.
  2023. >It’s been several days since you decided to be with Lyra instead of Twilight.
  2024. >You didn’t really talk to your wife at all, or try to get her to sign the divorce papers.
  2025. >You wanted her to accept reality before you pushed that on her.
  2026. >Twilight could be… unstable.
  2027. >Pushing anything in her current emotional state would be a good call.
  2028. >You decided you were also going to stay with Lyra, something she obviously had no issue with.
  2029. >Her roommate was also chill with it, because, you know, you’re loaded.
  2030. >You are a motherfucking prince, after all.
  2031. >You found yourself reclining on a couch with Lyra in your lap, the two of you wrapped up in a single blanket, watching a movie together.
  2032. >This was nothing new, really.
  2033. >The two of you used to do this all the time when you were just friends.
  2034. >You just didn’t feel awkward about the softie you got from her flanks rubbing against your shaft.
  2035. >You didn’t realize she was doing that on purpose until today.
  2036. >Clever girl.
  2037. >”Oh! Oh! This is my favorite part!”
  2038. >You chuckled lightly at the mare sperging out in your lap.
  2039. >The two of you were watching ‘The Dark Mare Rises’, and the infamous airship scene was playing.
  2040. “If I pulled off that mask, would you die?” you quoted PIA’s line perfectly as he spoke it.
  2041. >”It would be extremely painful!”
  2042. “You’re a big mare!”
  2043. >”For you!”
  2044. >Lyra giggled like a schoolgirl.
  2045. >”That scene is so cheesy. I’m just glad you can enjoy it with me. Bonnie never understood why I found it so funny.”
  2046. >You flashed the mare a grin.
  2047. “Yeah, well, I’m pretty weird as well.”
  2048. >The mare pouted.
  2049. >”I’m not weird…”
  2050. >You snickered, before leaning in and whispering in the mare’s ear.
  2051. “Weeeeirdo~”
  2052. >She turned around and faced you with an annoyed look on her face.
  2053. >The small horse community frowns upon your shenanigans.
  2054. “Sorry.”
  2055. >Her annoyed expression morphed into a smile as she nuzzled your cheek with affection.
  2056. >”Don’t be.”
  2057. >Ending her nuzzle with a light kiss, she returned back to her original position, her eyes glued to the television.
  2058. >You shifted your focus back to the movie as well.
  2059. >As you sat there, intently watching the pony rip off of the Dark Knight Rises, rubbing Lyra’s belly as she sat in your lap, occasionally grinding against your crotch like the fucking cock tease she was, you realized something.
  2060. >You were happy.
  2061. >For the first time in almost six months, you were legitimately happy with your life, and how it was going.
  2062. >Did you see it going this way? Hardly.
  2063. >But you were most certainly content.
  2064. >You missed Twilight… but...
  2065. >”CRASHING THIS AIRSHIP, WITH NO SURVIVORS!” Lyra blurted out in an overly excited manner.
  2066. >You felt a stupid grin spread across your face.
  2067. >You loved this mare.
  2068. >You are Lyra.
  2069. >You are in bliss as Anonymous traced his fingers up and down your body.
  2070. >The two of you weren’t even officially together for a single day before Anon discovered just what his fingers did to you.
  2071. >And by Celestia, did he exploit it.
  2072. >You felt a shiver run up your spine as his fingers ran along your nethers, retreating before it could go any farther.
  2073. >You shot him a hungry look, but he merely responded by flashing you an innocent little smile.
  2074. >You supposed you deserved this, you’ve done more than your fair share of teasing.
  2075. >Kicking your hooves out, you curled up on Anon’s chest, doing your best to get comfortable on your living bed.
  2076. >You still found yourself in a state of disbelief over the complete one-eighty your life has done.
  2077. >A week ago, you thought that you and Anon would never go beyond just friends.
  2078. >Partially because you thought he was ignorant of your feelings, partially because he was a married man.
  2079. >You honestly were beginning to think your love life was officially dead.
  2080. >You hadn’t been on a date since high school. It seemed like the opposite sex completely lost interest in you after that.
  2081. >Then Anon finally snapped.
  2082. >As he said the other day, Twilight had sent him to Hell, and he had finally had enough.
  2083. >You saw an opportunity to be with the man you had been head over heels for the past year, and you took it, despite the risk to your amazing friendship with Anon.
  2084. >You weren’t expecting your gamble to pay off as much as it did.
  2085. >You felt a warm feeling in your chest as Anon pressed his lips against your neck, your heart rate skyrocketing as he left a trail of sensual kisses down your nape.
  2086. >You did your best to maintain control of yourself and watch the movie you had put on, but with every kiss and teasing touch, you found yourself slowly losing it.
  2087. >You decided the movie could wait, as you shifted your focus to Anon and violently shoved your lips against his.
  2088. >You heart fluttered as you gripped onto Anon, the two of you fighting each other for dominance as you kissed each other.
  2089. >This is what you craved all those months you watched Anon suffer because of Twilight’s neglect.
  2090. >This is what you craved from the moment you fell in love with him.
  2091. >This is what you craved as you lived your life alone, with your only companions being Bonnie, your hooves, and the bottle.
  2092. >For years, you desperately just wanted somebody to love.
  2093. >Somebody to spend time with.
  2094. >Somebody to be intimate and affectionate with.
  2095. >Anonymous was all of that, and more.
  2096. >He was literally all you asked for in a special somepo- err, somebody.
  2097. >He had all the time in the world for you. He was always there whenever you needed him.
  2098. >He took all the affection you showered him with, and returned it with gusto.
  2099. >He had been just as pent up as you were for the past almost six months, so he had the same sexual appetite you had.
  2100. >As an added bonus, you never realized just how nice it was to share a bed with somebody you loved until you and Anon officially became an item.
  2101. >Falling asleep snuggled up to each other, whispering sweet nothings after an intense love making session was the perfect way to end the day. You would have it no other way.
  2102. >You loved this man, plain and simple.
  2103. >You would die happy if you could spend every last day of your life like this.
  2104. >And you had a good feeling that was going to be the case.
  2105. >You are Twilight Sparkle.
  2106. >The last couple days have really taken it’s toll on you.
  2107. >You lay in the bed you used to share with Anonymous, the one the two of you slept together in… until you threw it all away, wearing one of his old sweatshirts.
  2108. >You could still smell him… just a bit...
  2109. >You played the events of the other day over and over again in your head.
  2110. >You thought you were going to get your husband back, it was certainly heading in that direction.
  2111. >But… he decided that you had your chance, and he wasn’t going to give you a second one.
  2112. >For Celestia’s sake, he decided to move the day before you realized everything you were doing was a mistake.
  2113. >Why couldn’t you have just came to that realization sooner?
  2114. >You could be happy with your loving husband right now.
  2115. >But now, he was happy with another mare.
  2116. >All the things you wanted to do with him, he was doing with her.
  2117. >Your childhood friend, of all ponies.
  2118. >Lyra Heartstrings… the two of you were practically best friends in high school.
  2119. >And now, she had taken your husband away from you.
  2120. >Did she… did she put him up to this?
  2121. >Did she convince him to leave you? Just so she could take him for herself.
  2122. >The thought of such a betrayal filled you with rage.
  2123. >You recognized that you pushed Anonymous away, but, you deserved a second chance.
  2124. >You were the first to give him a chance when everypony thought he was a monster.
  2125. >Why didn’t you get the same chance? You might have pushed him away, but you had your reasons.
  2126. >Your own internal struggles.
  2127. >”Twilight.”
  2128. >The voice of Prince Blueblood shook you from your thoughts.
  2129. >You looked his way, spotting him looking you over.
  2130. >”I see you have been drinking.”
  2131. >You glanced off to the side, where several empty wine bottles sat on your nightstand.
  2132. “So what?”
  2133. >He flashed you a grin.
  2134. >”Taking after Anonymous, then?”
  2135. >You felt your rage begin to build up.
  2136. “Fuck you!”
  2137. >The prince snickered.
  2138. >”Such vulgarity. I’d think the Princess of Friendship would avoid using such words.”
  2139. >Blueblood approached you and sat on the edge of your bed.
  2140. >”He came back here to be with you, to try and be with both of you. I know he has chosen Lyra over you, but, he still loves you.”
  2141. >You shot him a glare.
  2142. “Well, that sure is comforting. Anonymous loves me, even though he’s probably fucking another mare right now.”
  2143. >You looked away, not even wanting to lay your eyes on that prick.
  2144. >”Twilight, I know it hurts. I’ve been there myself. But you need to be strong and move on. Being angry will do nothing for you.”
  2145. >You felt your anger boil over and subside as a defeated sigh escaped your lips.
  2146. “I don’t want to move on… I just want to be with my husband…”
  2147. >You felt the prince reach out to you and give you a comforting pat on the back.
  2148. >”I know…”
  2149. >He pulled away from you as he jumped off the bed.
  2150. >”I must return to Canterlot now, but… should you need somepony to be there for you, I’m here for you. Just give me a ring, or come visit me.”
  2151. >He flashed you his best smile, as he made for the door.
  2152. >”I told your friends that you could probably use some support. I imagine they’ll be over shortly.”
  2153. >You felt a small glimmer of happiness at this news.
  2154. >You haven’t seen any of your friends in at least five months.
  2155. >You gave them the same treatment Anon did, only you were actually able to avoid them unlike the husband who lived in your castle.
  2156. >You sat up, flashing the stallion a small smile.
  2157. ”T-thank you.”
  2158. >”Anytime, princess.”
  2159. >He opened the door, and looked back one more time for leaving.
  2160. >”Good bye, Twilight. Feel better, for everypony’s sake.”
  2161. >With that said, the prince trotted out of the room.
  2162. ”Good bye…”
  2163. >Once again, you were left alone to your thoughts.
  2164. >You knew deep down that, as much as you wanted to be angry, this was your fault.
  2165. >You had succeeded in your mission to push away the man you loved.
  2166. >He moved on, and found a better mare to love him.
  2167. >You… you supposed it was time to move on yourself.
  2168. >It would take a long time to recover, but, you had a very, very long life ahead of you.
  2169. >You smiled as you remembered what Blueblood had said about your friends.
  2170. >It’s been… far too long since you spent anytime with the rest of the Elements.
  2171. >You might not have a husband anymore, but at least you would have them.

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