What if Nightmare Moon had Anonicorn while she was on the moon.


                                            What if Nightmare Moon had Anonicorn while she was on the moon.


                                            500 years since NMM's internment.

                                            Every day a new scratch against the fortress of her mind, but she endured.

                                            Then she felt something, deep within.

                                            Sickness, disease? Humour imbalance? Had her mind finally started to conjure hallucinations?

                                            She examined herself as best she could and could not determine the cause.

                                            Days turned to weeks and she felt sickness and mind altering hormones play with her.

                                            She didn't need to eat food but still hungered in the past but now she felt ravenous.

                                            With these new symptoms she deduced that she was pregnant but that was impossible.

                                            It would have to be a hallucination but it was so steady, so consistent.

                                            Her pregnancy was not easy.

                                            With no sustenance other than the magic within the moon, she was incredibly weakened.

                                            She worried for her foal.

                                            How could this work? She did not know if she could survive this.

                                            She endured either way.

                                            He was delivered extremely late and small.

                                            A little green alicorn that seemed too light to be real.

                                            she named him Prince Anonymous because she may be the only one who will ever know he existed.

                                            She swaddled the prince in her black feathers.

                                            Despair took her.

                                            He wasn't breathing, and there was no air to breath if he was.

                                            Now this moon will be his grave.

                                            A miracle wasted because of her mistakes, because of the last 500 years, because of those selfish ponies who spurned her, because of thrice damed Celestia.

                                            She was too tired to get angry right now and her whole emotional capacity was consumed by grief.

                                            She held Anonymous close, nuzzled him goodnight for the first and final time, and closed her eyes to sleep.


                                            NMM stirred awake slowly.

                                            She didn't move.

                                            There hadn't actually been any reason to move in the last 500 years.

                                            She couldn't see any reason to move in the next million years.

                                            She looked up at Equis.

                                            Celestia had not moved the moon since she had fallen asleep.

                                            She had awoken early.

                                            She closed her eyes again.

                                            Then she felt something against her side.

                                            She lifted her wing and looked in awe.

                                            Anonymous struggled against her body.

                                            He wiggled with all his might and she could barely feel it.

                                            He kneaded her belly with the force of a feather.

                                            Gently, slowly, NMM moved Anonymous to her teat and hoped that she had something to give him.

                                            Anonymous suckled peacefully and NMM was overjoyed when she did have some milk to provide.

                                            He opened his eyes for the first time and NMM saw they were a brilliant cyan with slitted pupils, exactly like her own.

                                            She was happy for the first time in a long time, for herself and for her precious little prince.


                                            Prince Anonymous rested against NMM.

                                            It has been a years since he was born and he was now a small colt.

                                            He was thin, having only eaten her milk or grazed magic his whole life.

                                            NMM was telling Anonymous a story from a long time ago.

                                            "And then Celestia's fat arse hath broken a wheel on the wagon. We wast stranded until I could fix tee."

                                            Anon giggled "Aye Celestia's fat arse ruins all!"

                                            "Watch thine tongue young sir." NMM scolded.

                                            "but thee hath used it. Wherefore can't I?" Anon said.

                                            "No buts. I shouldn't swear too much either but tee can't beest helped." NMM said.

                                            "Aye. I has't a question about the story. What is a wheel?" Anon asked.

                                            NMM was reminded again how little context there was for Anonymous.

                                            He had never seen and will not see anything she was describing for a long time.

                                            Everything he knew came from her.

                                            It took a long time to explain anything but NMM and Anon had plenty of time to fill.

                                            "A wheel is just a shape though some wheels art more complex. Wheels help ponies doth many things. In this case, the wheel alloweth the wagon roll rather than drag"

                                            NMM levitated some moon dust to demonstrate. She fused the dust into a set of rough stone wheels and axel as best she could and rolled it along the ground. Anonymous gasped.

                                            "Another toy!"

                                            Anonymous loved everything NMM made even if it wasn't perfect. She knew that was because he had nothing else.

                                            "thee can playeth with this after thee doth thy chores." NMM said.

                                            Anon pouted.

                                            "mine chores art grazing magic for hours every day. Tis boring."

                                            NMM hugged Anon.

                                            "I knoweth Anon but thee must consume to groweth stronger. I wanteth thee to beest stout enough to blast thy foes." NMM said.

                                            Anon sighed and reciprocated her hug.

                                            "Aye."