Author: Dangerous Amoeba
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Date: Sep 11th, 2014

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>The past 2 months have been nice, you’re missing earth and technology, but otherwise it’s ok.
>Ponies are excessively altruistic for their own good, the princesses gave you a big boost, and you have personal contact with them.
>All in all, life is good.
>Meshing into pony culture hasn’t been too hard, although there are things you can’t understand.
>Why do they have doors when they lack hands? The only people who can easily use doors are unicorns.
>”It’s because without doors the house would have no way to enter, duh.”
“Well yea, but why not have sliding doors? Why have doors that pull and push?”
>”I am not a carpenter. Why do you always make me feel stupid?”
“Why did doors make you feel stupid?”
>”Because what you just said makes COMPLETE sense.”
“Thank you. Say Luna. Why do you lose the ‘old equestrian speech’ when you’re in my dreams?”
>”That, it’s mostly just there as a joke for myself anyway, anon. Besides, It’s really hard to enter your dreams, I’m not being cryptic.”
“Your job is to enter dreams, why is it so hard for you to enter mine?”
>”Because you’re human. Your mind is too complicated to easily access. Not just physically, but cognitively as well.”
“Elaborate. What is the mental difference?”
>”Ponies are happy doing one thing for their whole lives; in fact if we can’t do that thing, we go crazy. Humans are the exact opposite, you guys can’t do one thing, you alone are finding problems that don’t need to be addressed, doors. Like the other night, you talked about physics; you explained the world with math?”
“Yes physics can explain the universe with math.”
>”Well our top scientists couldn’t make sense of it. What’s gravity? Don’t answer that. You were talking about complicated things then, but now you are talking about practical problems. A pony can’t do that, if I go into Apple Jacks dreams, it’s on some level about apples.”
“Okay, so basically, ponies have to force themselves to look beyond their cutie marks?”
>”Exactly. So it’s not as interesting to go into their dreams.”
“So ponies are open books compared to humans? Any exceptions?”
>”Ponies are open books, yes. The exception would be there’s an old saying: Nothing tells a mare that she's done a good job more than a friendly, but firm slap on the rear.”
“What?”
>”Ponies show themselves with things like that.”
“So: Ponies create a more direct connection into their personalities, when faced with sexual yet friendly situations?”
>”Ye-Wo, that’s exactly what I mean. Wow, are you reading my mind?”
“You don’t give yourself enough credit.”
>Scratch behind her ears, another night of discussion with the princess winding down.
>It was a habit formed after the first time, half a month after your arrival.
“So, how many booties have you spanked, Luna?”
>”Even if I am a princess, a mare can’t do that, lest she want to be labeled a filly fooler.”
“Wait what?”
>”I must leave now, anonymous. As always, it was a splendid night. We shall pick up where we left off tomorrow.”
>She disappears into the background of the log cabin, your dream shelter for the night.
>Its usually something different each time, the discussion on physics happened in space.
>Soon your eyes open, your sight changes from the comfortable look of the simple cabin, to the dark blue paint of your room.
>You feel well rested, you sleep earlier than normal, to fully enjoy your session with the princess.
>She is usually waiting for you.
>Stretching your limbs in all directions, you yawn loudly.
>Then turn your head to face your clock. 9:17, good time to wake up.
>Twilight wanted something, more of those notes she’s taking on you.
>Asks you questions about human history, society, shit like that.
>You always had a thing for nerdy girls, wonder how she would react to a slap on the rump.
>Luna was probably kidding, right?
>Getting out of bed is always a breeze, especially since you feel really good despite you just waking up.
>Walk to the bathroom, piss, brush and trim. Finally put on one of your signature Anonymous suit.
>You wear that, whenever you don’t plan to do manual labour.
>It makes you look smart, shy of a scholar even.
>Pack some things into the suit, a little note book, pens, a hunting knife that you put between the shirt and coat for easy access, among other things.
>You walk down the hallway into the living room, past that, into the kitchen.
>Prepare breakfast; Nutella doesn’t exist, so apple flakes will have to do. Pour a cup of coffee, not as strong as methamphetamine, but it lets you keep your teeth.
>Eating a bowl of your cereal with milk, you down the now below hot coffee in a few gulps.
>Decide against the fedora, you walk out the door.
>The cool late morning air is somewhat humid. The sun shines bright, and there is a cool breeze.
>Walking to the castle/library thing, proved more uneventful than you prefer.
>The merchants set their stalls around 11 to 12 o clock.
>Weather ponies are flying above, moving clouds around.
>Lifting the metal knocker and letting it down quickly, creates a loud metal on metal thud.
>A little purple dragon answers the door, much faster than you expected.
>”Wha- Oh, hey Anon.”
“Hi Spike, How are you?”
>”Yea Twi- Wait you asked how I’m doing? I-I’m great, thanks for asking.”
“That’s nice to hear, Spike. Is Twi in? She wanted some more notes.”
>”Yea, come in, living room. I’ll call Twi.”
>You walk to the living room, a large space with couches and ground pillows. Taking a seat on the soft well stuffed couch.”
>”Anon! Let’s get to the research then!”
>The session lasted over 2 hours, who knew you could talk about agriculture and food production for that long?
>”Well anon, thanks for coming in. I didn’t know humans where so good at growing crops.”
“Of course you didn’t, anyway I guess it’s time for me to take my leave.”
>”Just wait. Let me get some books you can read on pony agriculture.”
>You walk behind her to the library, where shelves 3 times as tall as you stand, Twilight scans her eyes on the last rows on one of the shelves.
>A good view of ass is available to you, 2 nice round buns of nice flesh.
>Not toned like AJ, but firm enough, her tail flicks back and forth, occasionally giving you a view of the real goods.
>Remembering what Luna said: ‘Ponies create a more direct connection into their personalities, when faced with sexual yet friendly situations?’
>Well you said that, but she said that’s exactly what she meant.
>As if on instinct, your arm rises back up, above your head.
>And with a slight underhand, you lay on the booty your full open palm and fingers.
>*SPANK* the startled Twilight yelps and her eyes open wider, and bulge.
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>Be Twilight Sparkle.
>Anon came over to help you with more studies.
>Told you about how humans change plants on their most basic level, so that they make more fruits, or not catch diseases.
>You walked into the library to get him a book on pony agriculture; he wouldn’t need it, if he let you talk. Though you didn’t stop him.
>Anon was following you to the library and to the shelf where you think the book should be.
>He stood behind you, not sure why. The out of nowhere.
>You feel a burning pain on your rump, that made you yelp, followed by a loud fleshy smack.
>The burning in your rump are the reason for the intensity of the burn on your cheeks.
“Anon!”
“W-why d-did you do that?”
>”Meh, just felt like it.”
>A stallion just engaged in overt sexual behavior, you can’t appear weak, even if it is a little uncomfortable.
>Your cheeks are bright red, and anon is amused at you.
>”How do you feel?”
>How do I feel? I feel somewhat violated, but I can’t say that. I don’t want anon to think I’m some filly fooler.
“I-It was o-ok, but umm don’t do that, p-please?”
>”Okay, sorry about that.”
“No-no anon! I’m not gay!”
>”I never said you were. Anyway thanks for the book, gotta split.”
>He grabs the book you were looking for, right off a segment of the shelf you had already gone over.
>Celestia, it’s scary when he reads your mind, should run some tests. Very eerie.
>But that’s not the worst right now. He thinks I’m gay. Here return the comments not heard since high school.
>I just don’t fit into the wants of stallions, anon fits my bill, so I should be glad. However, it felt weird, out of place.
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>Anonymity increases.
>That was very nerve racking, you were sure a slap was on its way, but no she just defended herself from being gay.
>Of course, only a very small amount of a conversation is verbal.
>She didn’t like it, but didn’t want you to know that.
>Her muscles stayed tense for a while, and she put on a small scowl at the time. Indicating she didn’t like the uninvited smack.
>You step back outside, the cool air had turned to warm, the humidity went up and it was somewhat unpleasant.
>Why did Twi defend herself from being gay? All those fics and pictures indicate she is as straight as an arrow, granted with a thing for sexualized mental exercises, but otherwise she wants the D.
>Pulling out your notebook, you make a note of the oddity and put it away.
>Now, where will the next stop on this journey be?
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>It’s too early to visit Apple Jack, Rarity had something, Fluttershy feeds animals until 1, Rainbow is probably asleep on a cloud.
>The only choice is Pinkie; she seems to be busy and not busy at all times, and never seems to sleep.
>Strolling through the early afternoon, small breezes massages your face.
>Walking in a quick but relaxed way, following the gravel roads, gravel roads are not best for high capacity roads, but it’s better than the brick roads of some of the fancier town in Equestria.
>Brick roads. Bad material for roads, weight is not always on the center of a brick and such can cause certain parts of the brick to move more than others.
>Over time, the bricks will become loose and can be easily, pulled out.
>You should really tell the ponies about asphalt roads, cheap, effective and tough. All you need is 70% petroleum tar, and 30% random gravel.
>Your internal discussion makes you lose all attention to road and time.
>Walking into sugar cube corner, your train of thought derailed by a familiar voice.
>”Hi ‘Nonny!”
“Hi Ponka! Slow day? Usually this place is packed now.”
>”Oh yea, I guess. But, that’s ok! We can talk though, right?!”
>You always liked pinkie, even though under that bubbly carefree personality rest a soul calling for help.
>The signs are there. Not making eye contact, instead looking behind you in a way in which it seems like eye contact made.
>She maintains a stare into nothing when given the time.
>It’s like she puts up this over the top display of unending happiness, because she is miserable on the inside.
“Yea, Ponk. What do you wanna do?”
>”Let’s, just go for a walk through the park!”
>Stroll through the park and to a Cliffside created after the fight between Tirek and Twilight, is something she seems to enjoy, she likes to sit on a bench overlooking.
>Another sign that the over the top happiness might be a façade.
>You enjoy that too, it’s peaceful, a good place to sit down and think.
>Walking behind the counter to scratch the pony behind the ear.
“Alright, let’s get going.”
>”Let me get some muffins!”
>She turns around and begins to walk to the kitchen. Should you swing now? When you smacked Twi, it was interesting. Will pinkie take it lightly or would she feel like crap?
>Now, you would have a chance to comfort and repair damage, later and you might not be able to.
>Lifting up your arm, you open your palm and spread the fingers.
>Then with lighting speed and force, the open hand comes down, right on the ponies right cutie mark.
>A scream almost, and the pony jumps. She quickly turns around clearly shaken, which quickly and forcefully turns into a smile and laugh.
>”T-that, w-was fun anon! Bu-but maybe we can do that later?”
>It was clearly not fun for her, tears where somewhat welling up in her eyes and she was involuntarily shaking.
>Ground zero of the palm attack was red as a tomato and somewhat shaking.
“Ok, sorry. Let’s get those muffins and move.”
>Without a word the pink pony, puts 4 muffins into a brown bag, and holds it into her mouth, before somewhat slowly walks towards the door.
>As she turns a ‘Open’ sign to ‘Closed’, You pick up the pony. Turning her over, so that her belly faces you and walked out the door.
>She likes being carried and belly rubs, that’s a pony universal.
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>Be Party Pone
>Anon knew that hurt you, he knows everything.
>You can’t hide your feeling from him, no matter what.
>How? You don’t know, he simply knows exactly what everyone wants and needs.
>But that’s not the question that matters, a better question is why he spanked you.
>He did it out of nowhere, but you know he doesn’t mean to hurt anypony. Heck, he know how not to hurt best.
>Even now the stinging feeling is mostly gone, with the way he is tracing his finger around the area, and bringing in a ticklish hypersensitivity.
>It somewhat hurts, but not And even if it did, the belly rub would make you forget.
>You nestle your head into his chest, you hope people don’t see you like this, it makes you look somewhat weak.
>The journey of no words and praiseworthy belly rubbing ends too soon for your taste.
>Anon sets you down on the bench, your favorite place, made even better by Anon’s presence.
>Taking a seat next to you.
>”Muffin?”
“Nah, I had some!”
>He then moves closer to you, wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer. You lean onto him, and sigh.
>Why are you comfortable, when anon looks through your disguise like nopony else?
>You weren’t at first, it was frightening to know someone saw through the well prepared performance, yet you couldn’t or wouldn’t stop it.
>He never harmed you with this information, and the way he talks like you, you’re sure it’s his way to let you know he knows.
>Why do you bother with any form of disguise around him?
“Hey ‘Nonny! Why didga hit my butt?!”
>”For science my pink equine friend. The hypothesis is solid, now I collect evidence.”
“What!? That’s silly, what can you learn from slapping peoples butts?”
>”Quite a lot as it turns out, I will be sure to let you know of my findings.”
>Not completely sure what that meant, but his way of talking was all the convincing needed that he is doing something interesting.
>The 2 of you spend the next 30 or so minutes staring at the Cliffside, eating muffins and cuddling.
“I should really get back to Sugar cube corner!”
>Sadly like all things, good or bad, this must come to an end. You jump off the bench.
“Thanks for the walk ‘Nonny!”
>”Thanks for the muffins!”
>He walks over and wraps his arms around your neck; you in return do the same with your forelegs.
>Then you kiss him on the cheek, to which he lightly blushes. Turn around and walk away.
“BYE!!!”
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>Pinkie yells a final farewell as she walks from you towards the town.
>You have nothing to add to the previous hypothesis of pinkies mental health. Besides this experience reinforcing that.
>Filling out another page of your notebook with little the description of the event, you look at the sun.
>It should be around midday by now, Rainbow should be awake and doing some stunts.
>Rarity is probably home
>Apple Jack would still be working on something right now.
>and Flutters will soon finish feeding the animals, if she has not already.
>Who will be the next test subject?
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>You walk at a slightly slower rate than average, out of the park.
>Who should you visit next? Flutter Butter would be interesting to spank.
>Wait. When did spanking your friends become your priority? I mean it was out of curiosity at first, but where did this random will to spank come?
>Actually thinking about it, it’s probably just an extension of the previous curiosity.
>Maybe stopping before you harm someone is a good idea; really doubt you’re going to really learn anything.
>”H-hey anon wassup!”
>Another internal debate/conversation interrupted; looking up slightly above the edge of your FOV to see the cyan mare.
“Hey Rainbow. I’m doing absolutely nothing, you?”
>”Oh, you know. Awesome stunts to impress the wonderbolts at their next performance!”
“Alright good luck with that.”
>”What’s with you not being impressed with the wonderbolts?”
>Where did that question come from? She sounds genuinely curios, and you can see why, the ‘bolts are considered impressive even among princesses.
>Ponies have never seen an airshow, stunt wise aircraft beat the ponies simply because of 3D control surfaces, better control thus better movement.
>But a performance is not the reason you like or dislike it; it’s often the presentation of the actors or objects.
>That’s why Trixie over all was very effective, even if her actual performance was simple telekinesis and nothing another unicorn with practice couldn’t do.
>Aircraft just have an air of superiority, the loud giant metal things that can fly faster than sound. Just seem superior to the horses with wings.
>Although they didn’t like Trixie, so maybe these loud metal birds would be scary.
“You wouldn’t be either; if you saw a Flanker do a cobra maneuver. All I’m saying is, I have seen the same and better.”
>”Cobra maneuver? I bet I can do it! Man a move they don’t even know about, that would really impress them!”
“Well let me crush your dreams now, you need 3D control surfaces and possibly another form of control, canards or thrust vectoring.”
>”I don’t know what any of that means, but fine I’ll take your word for it.”
“Glad we settled that. Now what are you doing?”
>”I think practiced enough for today.”
>Her eyes meet yours for a second, which cause a deep red blush before she alters her gaze.
>As soon as the subject changes from her training, to you or you and her, she transforms from the ‘Boastful bravado filled mare to a timid stuttering one’.
>Best guess some form of deeply hidden insecurity. Clear fear of being to ‘open’ to people is already evident; she forms dependencies on people who are close to her.
>An example of such person would be Fluttershy, and Twilight to an extent. Why dash has placed such high, dependency on you is probably related to the ‘finding Scootaloo’ incident, among others.
>Funny thing that Dash saw fit you, a mostly stranger to help with her little sister most people don’t even know about the whole incident hell-
>Dash forces a long “umm”, which breaks you out of yet another mental trance.
>”W-wanna like, you know. W-walk?”
>Avoiding eye contact, stuttering, bits of sweat forming and blushing among other things. Clear signs of some kind of attraction or fear.
>Probably the former.
“Alright. Anything specific?”
>”W-we can get candy apples, and then go to that cliff where you like to look over. That’s fun r-right?”
“Copy that. Sounds like a date.”
>The latter statement was a purposeful choice of words, just as you suspected, her blush deepens to a red not previously thought possible.
>Should you spank her now, or later?
>Damn it brain, this question? Although to answer it, Dash eats things fast, so it’s probably more acceptable when there are less people around.
>Rainbow keeps bumping into you while walking, as well as randomly tripping over her own hooves multiple times; a rock on the path probably did not help.
>”Woah!”
>Instinctively, you grab rainbow to prevent her from hitting the ground.
>God you hate it when your instincts kick in, instincts are meant to be natural, yours honed artificially.
>”Th-tha-thanks.”
>Setting her upright on her hooves, you move back to the walking position.
“You can fly, you know. I can keep up, it’s better than watching you trip.”
>”N-no! I-I mean, I’m f-fine.”
>She seems like she’s on the verge of tears. If she had pockets, there would be spaghetti flowing in gallons.
>More clumsiness from Dash, good time to engage operation Dash, phase 1, Alpha.
>Loudly sighing, you bend down and wrap your arms around RDs midsection with your hands on her barrel.
>”H-hey what ar-are you doing?!”
“Preventing a face plant. Really Dashy, I know you fly a lot, but you can’t even walk anymore.”
>”I-i-it’s not that, I-i c-can walk fine.”
>She avoids eye contact and blushes, but still leans her head into your chest and retracting her hooves almost in a fetal position.
>You use the hand not on her back to scratch her behind the ear. She moans and uses her fore hooves to grab your arm, and snuggle into them.
>Nothing you and her have not done before.
“Still want to walk?”
>”Damn you, anon.”
>She chuckles to herself, and continues to hug the arm scratching her ear, like a teddy bear.
“I like the adorable Dashy.”
>She blushes and loosens her hug on your arm.
>”As long as no one know, I have an image to maintain after all. Our little secret?”
>A light blush still on her face, shimmering red eyes look into yours.
>She lets on less than she knows. Was she aware of your awareness? Is she like pinkie, holds a convincing façade but an underlying genius?
“People don’t give you enough credit, smarter than you act.”
>Deeper blush and chuckle is all you need to know she knows.
>”So. Anon, how do humans fly?”
>Changing the subject to something less hard hitting, maybe because of the increased park population.
“We built planes Dash, giant metal birds that served different purposes via the air.”
>”Where they fast?!”
>Favorite subject, speed. You don’t mind, anytime to depart some random facts are alright.
“Yes”
>”How fast?”
”Commercial and cargo aircraft traveled around 230 meters per second, fighters often where faster than sound, and the fastest went 5 times the speed of sound.”
>“How fast is that?”
”1,700 meters per second. The space shuttle deorbiting went mach 22, which is 7,400 meters per second.”
>”How fast is that?”
“7,400 meters per second. So about you from head to tail outstretched, times 7,400 every second.”
>”Horse apples, Anon! NOTHING can go that fast.”
“Hey, believe what you want, this is all documented.”
>”So what’s the fastest thing you guys built like ever?”
“I thought you didn’t believe me.”
>”Yea, but it still sounds cool.”
“Fine. Think the voyager 1, deep space probe has that honor, 17,000 meters per second.”
>”Huh. Over there! That stand!”
>Dash points with her hoof, as excited as a child does.
“Think you can walk?”
>The blush on her face deepens again, as you set her down. She is walking fine now, probably more comfortable.
>Both of you stroll side by side to the small box like stand with shade provided by an umbrella.
>On the box like structure are assorted small boxes of candies and a tray of caramel and candy apples.
>The mare operating the small stand, ears perk up the sound of your steps.
“Candy or caramel?”
>”Caramel.”
>Now standing right next to the stand, under the umbrella’s shade. A unicorn mare looks up at you expectantly; the genuine smile is somewhat creepy.
“Hey! Can I get 2 caramel apples?”
>She magic’s two apples by the stick from the tray, into your waiting hands. You hand Dash a stick, which she holds with her wings.
>”Two bits!”
>The unicorn diverts her attention to dash as she asks, while you reach into your pockets and retrieve a 5 bit coin.
>You place the coin on the counter, while Dash eats her treat oblivious of the mare eyeing her, giving her somewhat of a dirty look.
>The ting of the coin on metal contact, cause the mare to somewhat jump. She then smiles, takes the coin and magic’s 3 coins into your hand.
>Placing the coins into your pocket, you walk away with Dash next to you.
>Dash almost done her apple, when you take your first bite. It’s an average caramel apple, the ponies sweet tooth has really spoiled your like for sweets.
>”You know, I could a paid.”
>There’s sense of weakened pride in that statement, but why would a women want to pay?
“Maybe next time. Not like it makes a difference.”
>”Yea, but still, I should be the one paying.”
“Whatever Dashy.”
>Both of you finish your food on the way towards the cliff.
>Dash walks slightly in front of you, off to your right. This close to the hill, there aren’t many people around.
>Why are you doing this again? Does it really matter? You’re gonna do it anyway, so might as well.
>*SPANK*
>RD freezes in her path, and slowly turn around. Her eyes are full of tears and she wears a face of confusion and sadness.
>She slowly somewhat limps closer to you. You kneel down and she wraps her wings and forelegs around your neck and upper torso.
>Dash places her head on your shoulder and starts sobbing, you feel tears on your neck and soaking into your shirt.
>You return her hug and press her as close as possible, possibly somewhat suffocating her.
>Why is she crying? What kind of reaction is this? It’s not like you broke her trust by hurting her, right? I mean she, is coming to you for comfort.
>Intriguing but highly disturbing.
>You decide on carrying her for the final few meters to the bench, and with a swift motion, you do so.
>Rainbow continues to sob into your shoulder as you sit on the bench.
>Now to wait.
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>Be Rainbow Dash
>Best flyer, best wingmare and most hated person in Equestria.
>Maybe, it always feels like that, unless Scootaloo is the one talking, but that’s cos she’s your sister.
>Other than Scoots, there’s only one person who doesn’t mind you being around, the resident gay alien. Anon.
>Why did it have to be a gay alien? Maybe that’s why he hangs out with you, the town dyke and fag.
>At least that’s what everyone thinks, it’s not fair. Why is it not fair? ‘Since when is life fair?’ Anon said that himself.
>’This stupid caramel apple, why did he pay for it? Why didn’t he let me? That mare was looking at me weird, and I deserved it.’
>You swallow some hurt with the apple, gravel crunching beneath hooves and shoes.
>Following the same rarely used trail to the edge of the artificial canyon.
>It is the perfect romantic spot, a stage or book worthy kind of a rendezvous.
>Each time you go here, you always ask yourself the same question: Why and when?
>The first of that is probably just him being a nice person, not harsh like others can be, but not so beta that you can’t rely on them, like Flutters.
>Anon isn’t all that good looking, not by pony standards, but then again, neither are you.
>And he can’t be as good as a stallion, no fore hooves, no leverage. I don’t even know what his tail is like.
>Does he even have a tail?
>Not like, it matters what you think. Anon sees you nothing more than a friend, how could he not? He is so marely.
>Confident, shows off his strength not hidden like stallions, doesn’t hide any feelings.
>A complete opposite of a stallion. Sure stallions could beat a mare, because they are much stronger, but they just step back and calm down.
>No stallion would talk back to a mare, unless he wants to be labeled and avoided by everyone, even stallions won’t talk to a hated stallion.
>But Anon doesn’t care, calling out people and not giving a damn, he even maintains the attitude with princesses.
>That attitude, the way Twilight described it in her diary: A perfect cocktail of charisma, intelligence, awareness and confidence, encased in a exotic creature, who’s physique is top shelf.
>Maybe going through Twilight’s diary was a bad idea, sure, you know how to explain Anon and you understand at least what Twi wrote about him.
>But all the things she said about her being sad that he was so much more mare than stallion, he has things only mares have.
>Anon once said that he read somewhere: ‘Ignorance is bliss.’
>Understand why that is true, and here you are, walking toward the place where you always want to confess love.
>At least telling him takes a weight off your shoulders.
>But no, you don’t have the tits to try.
>Inch closer to the bench, head hung low, some tears form in your eyes, a hope of any sign of returned love, holding on despite evidence to the contrary.
>Anything, a light peck on the cheek, a hug too tight, a stare at your rump.
>*SPANK*
>The vibrations echoes through your entire being, you lift your head surprised.
>You can hardly care for the burning pain in your ass.
>’Mares like to hit a stallion on the rump, it’s a compliment.’
>’So Anon was complementing me.’
>’If he hit me, he likes mares.’
>’If he likes mares then I have a chance.’
>’If he marked me, I have a better chance.’
>’Come on rainbow, this is your time. Turn around like a strong mare, and tackle him right now.’
>You didn’t realize your eyes are teary, and your face tomato red.
>Turning around, while your head is full of purpose, your body slowly moves.
>Anon looks down at you, you try to grin confidently, but you continue to tear up.
>’This is not strength, this is not confidence; you’re trying to impress him!’
>You try to perform the next part and slowly and awkwardly limp towards anon. Tears now moving down your cheeks.
>’Tackle is not the same thing as limp! This isn’t working!’
>Anon kneels down, maybe in pity.
>You wrap your hooves around his shoulder and hold on for dear life, crying very noticeably.
>’You had a chance and you messed it up!’
>’After all this time you finally could have done it, but no, all you did was cry like the pathetic thing you are.’
>Berating yourself never works, and now it just made you sob harder.
>Anon rises to his feet, carrying you by the rump and back, while your hooves are wrapped around his neck.
>He carries you to the bench, stroking your mane with his free hand. Weaving in and out of strands of hair.
>You continue to cry for no reason.
>First half a month of Anon being in Equestria, and you treated him like garbage.
>Why? He was taking your friends away. Pinkie spent tons of time with him and said he was funny. Twilight’s studying. Rarity had a new body to design clothes for. Apple Jack got the strongest stallion to help her. Fluttershy had ‘the sweetest thing ever’ to talk with.
>And the town mares, who more than liked an exotic stallion in town.
>You hated it, how dare he take your friends?
>Beyond the berating and pranks, you would spread rumors about him.
>Even started the rumor that Anon was actually a mare, took about a week before that was proven false.
>Looking back, it was the dumbest thing you have ever done. ’Hindsight 20/20’ anon once said.
>Then while cave spelunking, you caught your wing between a rock that fell on another. No one came looking for you.
>For 2 days you were stuck with a broken wing and no food or water, you thought you would die.
>Anon found you, when he was wondering why you hadn’t shown up for your daily berating sessions.
>He said it wasn’t like you to miss a routine, especially one you liked.
>Anypony else would have left you, maybe even hurt you more, you deserved.
>Anon didn’t
>That was the first time you cried on his shoulder.
>Anypony else would have told you to ‘mare up’, they would want you to stop being a little filly.
>Anon didn’t.
>And now, 2 months later you cry sitting on your best friends lap, crying.
>You look up at anon, with teary eyes and a red face.
>How long did you just cling to anon and cry, you don’t know.
>Anon gets a tissue from his pocket and wipes your eyes.
>You make eye contact, he has a caring look on his face, gentle smile hardly noticeable, eyes open and loving.
>You also notice one of his brow slightly raised.
>”Pinkie is easier to understand than you sometimes.”
“I don’t know.”
>”You don’t know?”
“No. I don’t know.”
>”Alright.”
>You nervously break eye contact to look down, Anon runs his hand through your hair again, petting you making you blush.
>Anon moves you closer and you make eye contact again, still blushing.
>”You alright?”
“Y-yea.”
>Tilting you slightly, he moves his head above your shoulder and rubs his nose on your cheek, nuzzling.
>He then moves a little and kisses you on the cheek. A gentle kiss, just a peck.
>Then slowly, he moves back to his original position.
>You look up at him, smiling and giddy. He has a light grin on his face.
>With a little push, you move up and peck him, as he did on your cheek, except you aim for his lips.
>Come back down from your jump and you press your head against his chest, your wings surround his arms.
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>You did not expect this, you weren’t prepared, things go wrong when you aren’t prepared.
>But they didn’t.
>You’re sitting on your favorite bench, staring off into the distance.
>Rainbow Dash sleeping on your lap, her head leaning on your chest.
>You run your hand through her hair, as a parent might to a child, or lover to love.
>Her hair is fine, silky. She takes care of it, despite what one might think.
>It has a slight lavender scent, and while it is not the perfect scent for her, it is none the less pleasant.
>While you like to pay attention to little details and features, hair is a distraction from the more important thought.
>Rainbow Dash is always maintained as a cocky arrogant thing around most people.
>Very few people had the honor, or privilege to see the sensitive Dash. Only Pinkie and Scootaloo come to mind.
>Both of them are old relationships, The Hexa of friends have been through hell and back, or at least their tamer equivalent of hell.
>Sure it’s no second battle of Fallujah, but something like that would probably break the peaceful ponies beyond repair.
>Scootaloo- unknown to common knowledge- is Dash’s sister. Dash mostly raised her, which would make it obvious to why she knows dash inside out.
>Why Rainbow would refrain from trusting her friends, and instead you, a stranger, is beyond you.
>Selfishness is something most people try to avoid, at least to an extent.
>You might miss a piece of the puzzle when you remove your thoughts from a situation.
>Rainbow Dash at first was the bane of your peace; she had the routine of mocking you, for one.
>Everyday she would show up somewhere around you, and call you childish names and just otherwise try to get a rise out of you.
>The other thing was her rumor spreading. Why the townspeople still believe any of Dash’s stories, is a mystery.
>She used to talk behind your back whenever she could, inventing things which where taboo or weird to ponies.
>The first was that you ate meat, which is true, maybe that’s why she gained some credibility.
>Then she invented the story that you are actually a woman.
>Some stallions actually wanted to investigate, simply put, their eyes are always fixated below your waist.
>All in all, you hated the other Rainbow Dash. Even after you helped find the runaway Scootaloo, and she eased up a little.
>You lost your hate after Dash broke and trapped her wing between 2 rocks while cave spelunking.
>She wanted to be like Daring Do, looking for artifacts.
>While other ponies where convinced it was just Dash being Dash, you weren’t.
>Dash didn’t like letting people down, whether they expected a commendation or berating.
>Scootaloo showed up to your doorstep crying her eyes out, 3 at night, asking for your help. That was a confirmation of your suspicion.
>Dash never leaves anywhere without her sister knowing.
>You packed the basics and headed out. The day before Dash’s disappearance, it rained, and the following dry days made hoof prints leading away from Sweet apple acres very clear.
>While it is somewhat embarrassing to be trapped this close to town, she needed help.
>You reached the cave where she was trapped bleeding pretty badly, on the verge of death really.
>Saving someone may be the reason for trust, but her friends had done that too.
>”Your eyes are going to dry up.”
>Recoiling lightly and turn to see the little mare still sitting on your lap leaning against your hand.
>You offer a smile and she returns it.
>She leans in closer. She looks happy, content.
>”What were you thinking about?”
“Nothing interesting.”
>”You always answer with that.”
>Dash’s head rests back on your chest; she inhales and then exhales with a sigh.
>”Do you think everyone will be ok with this?”
“Ok with what?”
>”A mare and a human.”
”I don’t know, you’ve known them longer, why don’t you pitch in your 2 cents.”
>”What are cents?”
“Bits, 2 bits, whatever.”
>”Heh. I say, Twilight will try to spy on us. Rarity will say she knew all along. Apple Jack, a little rustled. Fluttershy doesn’t care. And Pinkie would want to join in.”
“I can’t see anything wrong with that analysis.”
>Dash relaxes again; you stare off into the horizon.
>”You’re wondering why I never had a special somepony, right?”
“A little.”
>”It’s my fault, I’m too complicated for stallions to figure out. They can’t understand why I can be scared of something, even if I trained and bragged about it.”
“What do you mean ‘they can’t understand’?”
>”Nopony likes a pony that is smiling one minute and sad the next, it’s not normal, you’re supposed to be happy”
“But you can’t be happy all the time, even an expert needs help every now and then.”
>”Exactly, you get that, but stallions are taught that you don’t want a mare that shows too many feelings. Sometimes mares also wants other mares to be like that, it rubs off.”
“Pinkie?”
>”Yea. Thanks for that, by the way. I know she can get annoying, but she tries.”
“Like I said, everyone needs help every now and then, Dashy.”
>Rainbow puts her fore hooves on your chest and her hind hooves on each thigh.
>She’s standing at eye level, blushing gently and twitching to not fall.
>You hug her and pull her closer. Dash yelps and blushes more furiously
>Dash closes the half a ruler of space between you and her, placing a gentle peck on your lower lip, before retreating and blushing.
>Dash gets comfortable again, this time head rested on shoulder.
>”Why are not like a stallion, Anon?”
>You open your mouth to speak, but before any words can come out.-
>”Rainbow Dash!”
>The familiar sound of those worn out wheels on track, from behind you.
>Rainbow still startled, just hugs you tightly. Loosening her grip when she hears the voice again.
>”Rainbow Dash! Come quick!”
>”Scootaloo! What happened?!”
>”We were at the tree house and sweetie bell was trying to get her cutie mark in magic and apple bloom was trying to get her cutie mark in painting, but then sweetie belle lit apple blooms paint on fire and then the paint burn the paper and then, THE CLUB HOUSE IS ON FIRE!”
>”Ugh. Thanks for the apple, Anon! I gotta run! Later!”
“Yea. Later.”
>And the two Pegasus are off, the sister carrying the other. Leaving you here to contemplate.
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>It’s afternoon, and you’re just sitting on a park bench.
>’So is dash like your girl or is it just ‘good friends’ now?’
>’What did she mean by ‘not like a stallion’? Should I be worried?’
>You stand up, no point in wasting the day away.
>A week ago Fluttershy asked help to check on some animals in the Everfree.
>Not sure, what she meant, but she asked if you could visit her whenever you were free next week to help gather supplies.
>Knowing Fluttershy, that offer is probably still up.
>The ponies walk on their way, a variety of occasional looks your way.
>You return with occasional smiles and nods, which the ponies return with the same.
>While doing such to a mare who tips a trilby in your direction, you notice a small trail of smoke towards sweet apple acres.
>Must be that tree house fire Scoots was talking about, fuckin ponies man.
>Best not to think about it, and hope everyone will be fine and not too hurt.
>You reach flutter shy’s cottage steps; the walk was uneventful to say the least.
>Slowing your pace as you walk towards the cottage, you see Twilight Sparkle trotting out.
>She hovers a clipboard in front of her, blocking all vision, flipping page after page looking somewhat worried.
“Hey Twi. What’s the hurry?”
>Twilight, breaks from her thoughts when she recognizes your voice.
>”H-hey, A-Anon.”
>She’s blushing heavily.
“Hey. So what was happening in there?”
>”Oh in there? It’s not what you think! Fluttershy just has Oestrus Pyrexia. And I just came to try and help her, but I couldn’t help her.”
“What exactly does this ‘Oestrus Pyrexia’ entail?”
>”It’s a disease, which makes a mare think that its summer, and makes her. Umm go into permanent heat. Un-until the disease is cured.”
“Huh. That’s weird. How did she get it?”
>”I don’t know. Poor Fluttershy, I always told her to make sure the animals are clean.”
“I hope she gets well soon. Should I come back later?”
>Before Twilight could respond, Fluttershy pokes her head out of the window to speak for herself.
>”Oh-Umm-h-hi, Anon.”
>She’s sweaty and looks like she’s shivering, her cheeks are red and blush a little more when she sees you.
“Hey Fluttershy, I came to help with the animals. Then Twi told me about your, condition. So I guess the animals are off then, get well soon.”
>”Actually Anon, I was going to get some sleeping leaves from Zecora to help Fluttershy get some sleep.”
>”Oh- Twilight, we shouldn’t over work Anon like that, the poor stallion just walked to my cottage from town.”
“I think I can handle more than enough walking, how heavy can leaves be? Besides, muh superior human stamina and efficient locomotion.”
>Twilight looks at you intrigued, and Fluttershy just smiled with bright rouge cheeks.
>You don’t think she ever got to thinking you of more than a smart animal, which you technically are, but that’s beside the point.
>That would explain why she’s more comfortable around you than others.
>”Alright then, be back in a few Fluttershy.”
>Walking side by side through town and towards the Everfree, Twilight is oddly quite.
>Normally, she is talkative, usually blabbering on and on about experiments or asking questions.
>Now she’s just looking dead ahead, with a very specific distance maintained.
>’Maybe slapping her ass had something to do with it?!’
>’Shut up brain, it was for science.’
>Walking through the Everfree always scares ponies, even though Twilight has been through here many times.
>You always thought the ponies where just being jumpy, which is somewhat understandable.
>”Eeep!”
>Just as the purple mare almost tripped into the incline below,
“Gotcha.”
>”Huh. Th-Thanks, Anon, g-glad you w-where here.”
>You pick up Twilight, as you did with Dashy and Pinkie.
“Alright what’s bothering you?”
>”N-nothing! What could possibly, be bothering a [mumble] civilized, gentle mare?”
“Go ahead, say it.”
>”It’s just. All my life I read the stories of mares helping stallions out of a jam, then her building a house for him and his harem of lesser wives.”
>Twilight blushes furiously, her eyes are tear filled, and looking around for something to bail her out of this.
>”Well I thought real life would be like the stories, I thought, my princess hood would get me a handsome prince and I could be head of his harem.”
>She starts sobbing; tears are soaking her cheek and chest, as well as flowing onto your arms embracing her.
>”After being friends with you, the only s-stallion in my life besides Shiny and daddy. You never where managing a harem, jumping wife to wife. I don’t know how you do it, but you kept friendship with all of us, and never tired.”
>”Heh, da-dad would think you were some, f-faggot or something. I thought I had a duty as a mare to keep a watch on you. I realized how hopeless I was at that, w-when you [mumble] spanked me.”
>Now you feel bad, you just caused a mare an existential crisis for a stupid laugh or whatever.
>You know no amounts of sorriest will fix this, and your somewhat confused at what Twilight is telling you, but none the less.
“I-I’m sorry, Twi, I dint mean to... Hurt you, I just-“
>”NO, Anon! After you, did, that, I felt so good just being an equal with you. I used to bump into your legs and you smiled and giggled, I thought only I had that power, but now after all this, I want us both to have it.”
>”Am I weird, Anon? Go ahead, say it, say I have freaky kinks, wanting to be dominated by some stallion. Perverted”
“[Lady Killer] Hush now, I think this will work out jussst fine, Twi.”
>”R-really? I-I thought you were gonna drop me and walk the other way.”
“Of course not, Twi. I can get behind what you want, and even if I couldn’t, we’re still BHFFFs or whatever.”
>Twilight squeezes herself against your chest and rubs her face on one of your rib cage bottoms.
>”Its: BHNFFF.”
“Have I ever explained how unnecessary, this is?”
>The rest of the way to Zecora was as simple as can be, on the way back; Twilight was back to her old self.
>”But I need to have some way to be able to judge what level of friendship somepony is at.”
“Even if that was needed, your method is completely arbitrary. What is the basis, who or what is the quintessential friend or non-friend?”
>You open the door while the purple mare thinks hard.
>A bale of leaves is sling over one shoulder, the other free to do other things.
>Holding the door open, the mare walks in with a somewhat confused look, and whispers thank you.
>”Just put the Leaves over here, I’ll take care of them.”
>[300% sexy] ”Oooh, ‘non.”
>Both of you turn to the origin of the sexual sounds.
>On the floor is Fluttershy, her legs spread apart with her ass in the air, her head on a pillow.
>Her hoof viciously moving between her legs, juices dripping like a leaking faucet.
>Right below her goods, a pool of liquid forming, slowly and before you twos very eyes, getting larger.
“Twi...”
>You whisper as if you where children at a sleep over not wanting to wake your parents.
“What should we do?”
>”I-I-I-I-I don’t, maybe w-we-we should, le-let me tr-try.”
>[400% sexy] “Mmmm, give me your monkey dick.”
>[500% sexy] “Yesss, ohh, mommas gonna.”
>[Barometer rising] “oh just a little, mo-oooaaaah!”
>She squirts a little stream of fluid, which lands slightly from the main puddle.
>Her shivering legs give out, and she falls down with a combination between a thud on the floor and a splash in her own fluids.
>It splashed, you want to measure that shit. Your penis on the other hand wants to turn the faucet on.
>”F-f-Fluttershy?”
>Oh, shit Twi, ya done goofed!
>”Squeak”
>Fluttershy turns her head, her legs still shaking as she stands up.
>”A-A-A-A-A-Um-I can- umm- squeak.”
>And just like that, her voice is gone; tears in her eyes, her shaking legs just manage to lead her away from Twilight.
>”No, don’t worry Fluttershy, w-we didn’t see anything!”
>No matter how much Twilight apologizes and tries to fix whatever remains of her self-esteem, it is futile and Fluttershy just retreats behind a couch and curls up into a ball, crying and shaking.
“Let me try. Why don’t you go and make that tea or soup or whatever.”
>Twi takes the hint and leaves the room; you walk towards the couch flutters cries behind.
>Without any words, but showing yourself to Fluttershy, you move closer to her.
>She sees you and continues to cry, her hooves protecting her head, like a baby.
>You slowly sit down next to her, and then gently cradle her into your arm. Good thing ponies are lightweight.
>”I-I-I-I’m a t-t-terrible p-pe-person.”
>She squeaks through sobs, you cuddle her closer to you while she covers her eyes with her fore hooves.
>”I-I-I t-t-took ad-a-advantage of y-you. Yo-you thought w-we w-we-where friends, bu-but i-i-I c-cloped, to you. I-I’m s-s-s-s-sorry, A-Anon!”
“Fluttershy, you did nothing wrong.”
>”Bu-but I-I-I w-was clopping, to y-you.”
“So? I’m not mad, flattered, but not mad.”
>”T-th-tha-thank you A-anon, I won’t d-do it again, pro-promise.”
>You sometimes honestly wonder if Fluttershy has autism, the child-like behavior is cute but worrying.
“Fluttershy, I don’t understand what you’re going through, but let me let you in on a secret.”
>The mare stops sobbing and moves her head closer. Looking more foal-like than ever.
“Humans are basically always in heat, I’ve ja-err clopped too. What I’m saying is, it’s not a bad thing.”
>”B-but daddy said that th-those who clop, b-break their-hooves.”
“Well your and everyone else’s hooves are fine.”
>”Tha-thanks, Anon.”
>’She gives her thanks, now you must give her the D’
>’No! Not now penis! Down boy!’
>’Sorry Anon, give me pussy or give me death.’
>”Huh! Anon, w-what’s that?!
>Fluttershy gets up faster than you could get to her, she starts scanning the area around your lap.
>”Oh I-it could have been a snake, I hope Willy is alright.”
>Naming a snake Willy, you cheeky cunt.
“Don’t worry Fluttershy, it was nothing.”
>Ignoring you, she continues on her ‘snake hunt’ and she is now dangerously close to your crotch.
>”Ahah! Found you! Come here little one.”
>With a quick motion, Fluttershy bites your penis through your pants with her lips.
“Fluttershy!”
>Maybe realizing what she is doing, flutter quickly recoils back.
>”Oh I-I’m sorry, Anon, are you OK?”
>Without waiting for an answer, flutters licks your penis, staining the crotch of your pants with her spit.
>Then with expert precision, the likes you didn’t know ponies had, she undoes your pants.
“Fluttershy, stop!”
>Before she does, your member bounces out of your clothing and boops her on the nose, leaving a dab of pre-cum on her muzzle.
>”Ooh, Mmy.”
>Fluttershy starts looking at your penis as if it’s a peculiar creature, very closely staring at it.
>”I-I-I just want to m-make sure you’re alright, Anon.”
>Then without another word, flutters takes your head into her mouth, her touch circling the head.
>You moan, and scratch the pony’s head instinctively.
>Flutters takes more of the cock, her saliva sliding out of her mouth and down your shaft.
>She suckles like a baby might to its mothers teats, then she pokes your urethra with her tongue, inciting a grimace and a groan from you.
>She pushes harder and moans, the tip of her tongue is inside your penis, a weird and somewhat painful, but not unwanted feeling.
>Then without warning, she pulls away, and gasps for air.
>”So-sorry Anon! I-I-I cou-couldn’t help it!”
>More tears fall down here face, you ain’t ‘avin it.
>You grab Fluttershy off the floor, which is now slick with her juices.
>The place her on your lap, right before your penis, ready to enter the depths.
“You started this darling, let’s end it together.”
>Fluttershy stops crying and instead places her hooves on your shoulders.
>You bring her closer and kiss her, gently, it’s apparent she doesn’t really know what she’s doing.
>Which is fine, because neither do you.
>Lifting her up slightly above your erect phallus, she squeaks as your head breaks inside.
>Tight wouldn’t begin to describe the narrowness of flutters love tunnel, but you go on through.
>You push in as slowly as you can about 2/3s of the way, so Fluttershy continues her cute noises straight out of some anime.
>In a few moments Fluttershy has taken your entire cock inside, the warm wrapping around you, has no words to describe it.
>You gently lift Fluttershy, and then set her down again, fluids coating your cock, her fur, everywhere in between, and beyond.
>Moving faster with each drop, Fluttershy sets her hooves to the ground next to you, and helps with the thrusts.
>Each time you feel like you’re going to explode, but you somehow, with all the strength a horsefucker can muster, have managed to keep it off.
>Then seemingly, out of nowhere, Fluttershy lets of a high-pitched squeal, and lets multiple squirts of liquid from inside her.
>Whether by chance or purpose, her muscles tightening around your cock breaks whatever strength was keeping you from Cumming.
>You can feel each muscle push, through her vice like grip and deliver your seed into the mare’s depths.
>For the next few minutes the two of you just sit there, feeling each other’s warm, sweat covered body.
>You zip up your pants, and notice Fluttershy has fallen asleep.
>Carrying her through the cottage, to her bedroom, you place her on the bed and cover her with a light blanket.
>Before walking down stairs and into the bathroom.
>Twilight is not gonna believe what just went down.
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>”*HAHAHAHA! I CAN’T BELIVE *HAHA* HOW DOES THAT EVEN HAPPENED?!”
“Sh-shut up.”
>”Im sorry, Anon. I just didn’t expect a stallion and a mare with social anxieties to ever do anything, without one passing out and the other calling rape.”
“I didn’t expect it either.”
>”I didn’t even know Flutters liked stallions; I thought she strictly liked animals.”
“Hehe, that’s mean. Maybe she goes by ‘a pole is a pole’.”
>Twilight lets out a cute ‘heh’.
>The whole walk from Flutter shy’s cottage has been her laughing hysterically.
>Twilight had stood by and watched while the hot and bothered Flutter had forced herself onto you.
>”I can only imagine, what my new friendship report will look like.”
“This one event, which you only watched inconsequentially, being the highlight of your day, is somewhat depressing, Twi.”
>”I learned friendship can lead to spanks, hugs and rape.”
“It wasn’t rape.”
>”It technically was, because you didn’t give consent, you just didn’t stop her.”
“Consent was given indirectly, Twilight Sperglord.”
>”Don’t call me things I don’t know about!”
“Whatever Porch light. Anyway, what are you doing?”
>”Actually, I was going to ask you what you were up to, because the alternative is a dress session with Rarity.”
“What’s wrong with rarity getting you to look your best, in unnecessary and silly ways?”
>”Shut up, Anon. Wanna get some cupcakes?”
“Sure. Although I’m doing this to hang out, you guys have really spoiled my sweet tooth and I just want some beef jerky now.”
>”I hope you don’t publically express your want for meat, Anon.”
“It’s not a want, it’s a need, how am I supposed to get mad gains without it? And yea I know, Margarine Whispers, would go stare mode or whatever.”
>”Pffft, Margarine Whispers?! Why?!”
“Why would she go nuclear? Because she’s a grade A hippie. Actually I wonder if she’s tasted meat, hanging with animals and all that.”
>”I don’t want to know, we’ll talk about this later.”
>The two of you enter sugar cube corner, the place looks pretty much like the last time you saw it, Pinkies tail is sticking out from the kitchen door.
>Beyond that, the few customers is the only noticeable change.
>Twilight walks up to the counter and Pinkie Pinkies over to it faster than light causing Einstein’s brain to spin in its jar.
>”Hello Twilight! How can pinkie help youuu!? I bet you want a cupcake!”
>”Yes, Pinkie. One Really big strawberry cupcake for me.”
>”Is that a ‘Really REALLY big’ or just ‘Really big’”
>”Just a really big, and strawberry milkshake.”
>”Okie dokie!”
“Hey Pinkie, nice to see you again.”
>At the sight of you, pinkie loses some of her excitement, but not in a bad way.
>”Hello, Nonny.”
>Pinkie presses her face very close to you, staring with sparkling eyes and a sweet smile.
“I think I just want a small muffin, chocolate chip, and a vanilla milk shake.”
>”Okay!”
>Twilight is looking at a stain in the wall, caused probably by some food.
>She appears intrigued, and her face is attracting some attention.
>You lead Twilight to a secluded bench table; she sits in front of you.
>”So, what have you been doing all day?”
“Nothing important, just running around, hanging out with friends, hugs, ear scratches and other such things.”
>”Anon, you should really be careful with how many hugs and ear scratches you give out.”
“What’s that supposed to mean, Book Horse?”
>Twilight lowers her voice, almost a whisper.
>”What I’m saying is, the other day the Cakes where having an argument, and you get dragged up, because you gave ear scratches to Mr. Cake and a hug to the Mrs.”
“I still don’t understand-“
>”And another time, you scratched Twist, and her parents have been very upset at your advance.”
“What advance? All I did was scratch her behind the ear, as I do to every other pony. Seriously, you guys go into this trance, when I do that.”
>”No one likes a home wreaker, Anon! And especially one that messes with children.”
“Nigga say what!? Home wreaker?! I have no such intentions!”
>”I-I’m sorry, Anon. I didn’t, mean to use that word. I know you aren’t from Equestria, I don’t know how stallions behave on your world, but in Equestria stallions need to be, modest.”
“I really don’t understand what you’re saying, Twi. If people have a problem with the way I behave, can’t they say so themselves?”
>”And risk claims of harassment and sexism? No one would do that, Anon. Look; just dial back your ‘friendliness’.”
“I really am confused how what I’m doing is evil or whatever.”
>Your argument is- thankfully- dissipated by pinkie delivering your order.
>”Order up! One super-duper really big strawberry muffin, a chocolate chip muffin and a milkshake!”
“Thanks Pinkie.”
>”Let’s have lunch together! So whatcha guys talking about?!”
>You scoot over quickly and Pinkie sits down next to you.
>”Nothing Pinkie, just some things here and there.”
>Instinctively, your hand goes behind Pinkie’s ear and you start scratching.
>Both of you slurp your drinks, while Pinkie closes her eyes and leans her head on you.
>Twilight looks at you with a concerned look while slowly chewing her muffin.
>”Slow day, Pinkie?”
>”Yea, I don’t really know why, I guess everypony doesn’t want a cupcake every day, I mean how is that even possible? Every pony loves cupcakes!”
“I for the record do not like cupcakes.”
>”AHHH! YOU DON’T LIKE CUPCAKES?! BUT EVERYONE LIKES CUPCAKES, AND THEY’RE SO SWEET AND HAVE ICING!”
“Why eat a cupcake? Why not just get a whole cake? It’s cheaper to produce and you can make more of it by weight, so what I’m saying is, cupcakes are cakes, muffins are not cakes because no icing.”
>”Who cares?! We can all agree that sweet things are great especially in large quantities.”
“Well no, after these past 2 months of sweet apples and sweet vegetables and sweet sweets. I just miss something salty, like jerky or bacon, hell cashews even.”
>”Anyway! So I guess, SOME ponies don’t like sweet things all the time, and so they don’t show up every day!”
“So after this argument your point was, ‘people come and go as they please?’”
>”YUP!”
“I am hoping you are not of serious, comrade.”
>”So what are you guys doing later?!”
“Twilight was gonna go to Carousel to do something, and I’m going to follow.”
>”Rarity wanted another dress session, and Anon going takes some weight off my back.”
>”OHHH CAN I COME?!”
>“Don’t you have to work, Pinkie?”
>”The Cakes don’t mind me leaving! Especially since today is so slow!”
“Then it’s settled, we all go annoy Rarity. Not because we should, but because we can.”
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>Be the most faithful of students, Twilight Sparkle.
>After you watched Anon and Fluttershy go at it, you fully realized how dangerous Anon’s behavior is.
>Poor stallion doesn’t see how easily he can be hurt.
>You tried to talk to him, calmly, but he says he doesn’t understand.
>After those events, the two of you decided to get an afternoon snack.
>So here you are, sitting across from Anon who is snuggling Pinkie, he didn’t even try to listen to the talk you gave him.
>You know Anon is capable, and he’s twice the size of everypony.
>But he’s still a stallion, who seems to forget that crucial fact.
>His behavior is going to get him into a heap of trouble, and that’s ignoring the weird looks the girls get when he is direct.
>You swallow the last bit of your cupcake; everyone else is done their food.
>”Done? Well no point in sitting around here then.”
>You walk towards the door Anon should be following you.
>”Haha ’Non! Put me down!”
>”Request denied.”
>Anon is cradling Pinkie, in front of everypony!
>You don’t blame Pinkie for not missing the opportunity, but Anon should know better.
>Anon walks past, while you somewhat stare at him.
>Then he stands at the door, and begins to open it.
>No! You try to open the door with magic before he does, but it’s no use.
>He stands outside, with one hand on the door, keeping it open.
>You walk defeated towards it, just imagining the stares for the weak mare you are.
>”Jesus Twilight, hurry up.”
>He’s mocking you. He’s always mocking you.
>Wearing clothes that show the shape, but leave so much to the imagination.
>So many openings in those clothes, the sleeves, and necks, and those tiny ones for buttons that you just want to peak into.
>Oh and that hat, one with a brim that keeps sunlight off his eyes, looks so mysterious.
>He mocks you with, intellect, with skill, with courage. It’s just rubbing your face.
>Showing you how marely he is, proving he’s just out of your reach.
>You can’t be too aggressive, he’s only a stallion after all.
>But you have to show him this behavior is dangerous for a stallion, even a tough and independent one like him.
>As a gentlemare such as yourself, you must help him see the error of his ways, and keep him safe.
>You realized all of this, as you saw Fluttershy force herself onto poor Anon. He was helpless.
>What a great time for something like that to happen, for less than an hour before, you had let Anon sweet talk you into thinking that he doesn’t need to be protected and that he is a perfectly independent stallion.
>But no, you have to protect him, who will besides you?
>That will show him that you’re worthy, and then he’ll run those gentle smooth soft hands over your coat, scratch your ears.
>Hmm yes, massage your horn.
>’Yes, oh yes! rub my horn!’
>”Ground control to major Sparkle!”
“Huh! What?”
>”Nothing, You zoned out for like a full 10 minutes there, we’re halfway to Rarities.”
>”I even colored your horn so that it looks prettier! There was some slimy magic coming off of it when I did that, it tasted pretty weird!”
“Wha-what? Colored my horn?”
>Magically, you make a mirror and look at your horn; it now has blue lines spiraling up standing out from the usual violet.
>A sparkling purplish liquid is dripping, smearing and removing some marker.
“PINKIE?! You tasted it?! Tha-that’s weird!”
>”What’s weird? I thought that was normal, you get it all the time, like when Anon goes swimming with us. Even Rarity does, I thought it was some unicorn thing.”
“Yea! Don’t worry about it at all! Just a unicorn thing. Heh...heh...”
>”Whatever, let’s keep going.”
>The 3 of you continue to walk, and you stay far behind from embarrassment.
>What if Anon knows that you where getting hot? What if he’s just teasing you as he does?
>Did the town people see? You don’t want to be classified as a pervert for the rest of your life.
>Using a napkin saved over from sugar cube corner, you wipe away the magical discharge.
>Anon and Pinkie chat away, with no boundaries. Stallions shouldn’t talk about things like that.
>You have to save him! Gently of course, direct the conversation.
“So! Anon! umm, planning to buy new shoes anytime?”
>”Why? What’s wrong with my shoes? I don’t usually buy shoes, until the current is falling apart. Besides, special shoes would be pricy.”
“I-I can buy you shoes, we should go shopping together! That’s fun r-right?”
>”Nah, I rather buy things incrementally, instead of shopping spree.”
“*Murmure* B-but stallions like shopping *murmure*”
>”What was that?”
“N-n-nothing! Nothing at all. What about a new mane style? Or maybe some new clothes?”
>”My hairs hardly grown, I can still see. And my clothes are fine. I have plenty of clothes.”
“Well, what do you like shopping for?”
>”I don’t usually go shopping at all, unless a gun show is shopping, otherwise I buy things as I need them.”
>Ugh. Why is he making this so hard?!”
“Why are you making this so hard?!”
>’I didn’t mean to say that!’
>”Making what hard? What are you talking about?”
>’Quick Twilight! Save your remaining dignity!’
“Umm! Uh... W-w-where’s P-Pinkie?”
>Pinkie practically appears out of nowhere, startling you, but you’re also relived.
>”Here I am!”
“Ahh! Pinkie! Where were you?”
>”I was right here silly!”
“Then why didn’t I see you?”
>”You’re so silly, Twi! You couldn’t see me. Because you were looking at Anons butt!”
“I wasn’t looking at Anons butt! Anon, I wasn’t looking at your butt!”
>”Liar! Liar! Hooves on fire! You were looking at Anon’s butt!”
>”Just for the record, look or don’t, I don’t mind nor care.”
“What do you mean you don’t mind?”
>”I don’t mind, because I can’t and shouldn’t be able to control other people. That’s a pretty good reason right?”
“No! No, Anon. You can’t let people just look at you however they want, then they might do other thing and it’s dangerous!”
>”Twi, what are you on about? Are you feeling OK? Is the heat getting to you?”
“No! I’m fine, just thinking out loud. I-I-I have an assignment due, yea that’s it.”
>”Umm, Ok, I guess. But you’ll tell one of us if you start feeling bad.”
>If only Anon understood the heat getting to you.
>All of this will make sense when rarity explains it; she has a way with stallions.
>She just pours the wine and calls them darling, and they become hers.
>Though Anon is a tough cookie, Rarity can crack the toughest.
>’I hope.’
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>Be the most fabulous dressmaker in all Equestria.
>Enjoying some wine, waiting for the princess Twilight Sparkle, to arrive and see her new dress.
>You stare your reflection in a large mirror, while thinking.
’While I accept that she is your friend and a princess who has hard work, she is too often late for her own good.’
>The dress is a formal wear, which is professional as can be, embroidered in exotic styles, but other than that it’s very simple.
’You have to get Twilight to wear more dresses; it isn’t mare like to allow yourself to be open to everyone, physically and emotionally.’
’A mare who is too open and talks too much will miss out on what the stallions are saying. Poor Rainbow Dash and Pinkie have yet to figure that out.’
’You could help them with that thing they have for Anon, what fun.’
’But only after you have managed to convince the princess of the importance of proper attire.’
>Twilight never asked you to make a dress, which is understandable. She is a princess after all.
>But she said she was no dresses, and that’s all the indication you need.
’Probably just too busy to get the measurements done and the material chosen and to get the perfect look.’
’It is your duty, as a friend to make sure another friend is well dressed.’
’After all, who else has such an awe striking sense of fashion than the best designer?’
’No mare or stallion can even come close to such designs and getups that cannot be explained, only observed like the art they are.’
’All but one stallion, Anon.’
’He always dresses just right for any occasion, the show off.’
’No, you mustn’t be jealous as a stallion. Oh, it’s not jealousy, simple interest.’
’But those dark suits, looking so crisp and clean, nopony understands it, but it looks perfect.’
’Or when it’s hot and we go swimming, he wears those half pants, which show off his body.’
’The shamelessness. It’s despicable. Nopony should behave like that and especially not a stallion.’
>You like his abrasive rudeness, his sense of fashion, his always doing the hard work attitude.
>’Oh and by Tartarus that hat, the dark hat he wears with his suits. So perfect, so magnificent, as if an energy I cannot explain is flowing off of it.’
>’So brash, yet so elegant. Fun-loving, yet still intellectual. So, *huff* *moan*.’
>You maneuver one hoof under your dock, while standing one the other 3, with your wine glass levitating gracefully.
>’Oh, yesssss. You ruffian. You uncouth devil. You- You, *moan*. You supreme gentlecolt. You Suave Sir.’
>Shudder and moaning, while leaning onto the mirror. Nothing but the alien’s features and attitude is on your mind.
>*BASH*
>Startled you slip and fall face first in front of the mirror, the carpet cushions your fall.
>Getting up quickly, you rub your nose, which feels like you’ve held a sneeze for too long.
>You sigh noticing the wine glass still floating the way you wanted.
>The open window lets the stallion like yet mare mannered voice into your room.
>”Jesus, Twi. I said; knock the door, not to smash into it.”
>”H-How silly of me, I-I-I w-wasn’t looking.”
>Poor dear, can’t even talk to stallion on a simple matter.
>”Yea Twilight! You’ve been zoning out a lot, like when gummy stares at rainbows he’s all like ‘Duhh’ but he looks away, he’s confused!”
>Err, I don’t know if anypony can help ‘her’. Poor Pinkie, can’t behave around anyone, but mares can tolerate her.
>So that makes 3? Perfect size for a little harem. Anon in the middle, all the mares protecting him, keeping him happy, and him helping through with their deeper problems.
>So romantic.
>You walk down the stairs elegantly but quickly, with your thoughts focused on how to fix Pinkie and Twilight.
>Moving to the rear door, beyond which lies indecipherable chatter, muffled by the thick wood.
>Wine held above like a proper gentlemare. You open the door.
>”-Why do you guys think I’m not ok?! I’m fine!”
“Hello, darling. You should have told me you where brining Anon, a-and Pinkie.”
>”Sorry about that, I decided to join Twi pretty short notice.”
>”It’s alright darling, come in, make yourself at home. Twilight, follow me to your dress.”
>Anon sits down on your favorite couch, then Pinkie lies down on his lap belly up, so unrefined.
>Poor Anonymous playing along with it, scratching her belly probably confused.
>You must help her change that, otherwise Pinkie will have not a chance at Anon.
>Twilight follows you into the closed off area where you work.
>On a mannequin is her dress, you quickly walk over and expertly start removing it.
“It isn’t my greatest work; I simply wanted a delicate complement to your natural beauty.”
>”Rarity, it’s lovely. I’m surprised you managed to make something so nice in such short time, considering I told you about my dress shortage about a week ago.”
“You know me, heh. So Twilight, f-for your next dress. I was wondering, will you join the royal harem?”
>”What does me joining the royal harem have to do with dresses?”
“D-darling! You must capture the essence of your belonging! A-and a harem is where a mare belongs, its crucial to your identity!”
>”Oh, heh, heh. H-how crucial exactly?”
“Darling! Well a mare needs a stallion to take care of! It shows she is responsible and can take care of the rest of the world. The happier the stallion, the more responsible the mare.”
>”So, I have to join the royal harem?”
“Well, I don’t know. All the princesses are in the royal harem, but princess Cadence has her own stallion as well, so maybe you can too. So darling, what do you want?”
>Yes! After all this, you managed to roundabout to what she wants, and knowing Twilight, she will say it.
>”Well, I’m not sure.”
“You can tell your friends dear. Especially me.”
>”I-I do like one Stallion...”
“Who is it darling?!”
>You let too much excitement shown; hope that doesn’t turn her away.
>”He’s not really good looking, but he’s kind, and compassionate, fun-loving. Always there to pick you up when you’re down.”
>Ahh, young love. So sweet.
>”B-but, it’ll never work out.”
“Don’t say that, what’s wrong?”
>”He’s just so weird, phases out, does things out of the blue, doesn’t behave like a stallion should, he doesn’t even look like a pony...”
>She catches herself and her eyes widen as she realized what she just said.
>You give her a sympathetic look. She understands, and continues.
>”I couldn’t even hold a door open for him.”
>Time to bestow your Rarity wisdom. After all, the whole of ponyville needs your help every now and then.
”Its simple darling, just be every stallions dream, be assertive, but not mean. Hold doors open with your head up high, but address the stallion in the proper way.”
>”M-m’lord? I don’t know if Anon would like that.”
>’She just dropped all facades, play it cool, Rarity.’
”Every stallion likes to be addressed as the superior, even if they aren’t.”
>You wink to add emphasis. Twilight looks comforted.
>Twilight wearing her dress, now ready to show herself to her friends, ponyvill and ‘the’ stallion.
>”You guys gonna take longer? Pinkie’s getting pretty anxious.”
“Just a minute darling! Now Twilight, hold your head high.”
>You open the door and Twilight walks behind you out into the rear area of the shop.
>Anon has a smiling bouncing Pinkie on his lap, his hand behind her ear.
>Twilight strides out, with the confidence you were hoping for, her head held high, her dress looked perfect.
>Of course it did, you made it.
>”H-how do I look.”
>Realizing of Anon’s presence and there goes her confidence.
>Dress still looks fine.
>”You look great, Rarity worked her magic, and you always have your charm.”
>For someone complimenting charm, he sure has his.
>You never paid much attention to Anon; he was really just a project of the princesses and Twilight.
>Didn’t even let him out of the castle until Luna started to like him.
>Who gives power to someone so childlike?
>You like to distance from non-unicorns, who knows what they’re like, so non-ponies is a no brainier.
>”Rarity?”
“Yes darling?”
>”Did you hear what Anon said?”
“I’m sorry darling, I-I was lost in though. Would you repeat that?”
>”I said, you think you could design some stuff for me? This suit is getting old, and I need a change.”
“I’m not sure; I’ve never made anything for another species. I don’t know.”
>”Good time to start, you are after all the most talented designer, expand your territory, reach out.”
>While you distanced yourself with anon, his fashion sense always crept up on you, no matter how much you distanced.
>So perfect, so elegant, so unique.
>Him offering his body as a template offered that perfection that elegance that uniqueness, no designer gets to work on other species this exotic.
“I guess that would be quite the experience. Pardon me, I must gather my tools.”
>Anon looks at you satisfied and holds a small piece of cloth, Pinkie bouncing on the spot like Pinkie does.
>Twilight looks at the tapestry you have taken up, a relatively crude one of the princesses defending a Equestria.
>You must make a mock Anon, a mannequin of human body.
>It’s a unique figure, like the gentleness of a pony with the capability of a minotaur.
>Walking to a cupboard of supplies, you start to gather things.
>You pick up a measuring tape, some wax and other things, still searching for the small imaging crystal.
>*SPANK*
“Ahh!”
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>Be Festival equine.
>Back on Anon’s lap, hoofsies in the air, Anon’s hand on your belly, rubbing exactly how you like it.
>He knows what you like, he can read you, he can read all of you.
>Even if he acts silly or childish, he has the ability.
>But he chooses to only read a few. You and Rainbow are the prime examples.
>The others bore him, he just stops caring.
>But you are lucky enough to be worthy of his ability.
>Looking back, it’s silly how Anon managed to convince you to go together.
>You think its probably his ability, maybe you’re a part of him now.
>Maybe the novelty of a stallion asking you anywhere hasn’t rubbed off. Though with anon, you would be wondering if he was a stallion, if the thing poking your back wasn’t saying otherwise.
>On the surface it’s just spending time with friends, but maybe there’s something else.
>”Hey, Ponk.”
>Anon’s face is inches from yours. You can’t focus on anything with those distracting eyes in your face.
>You wonder if he’s reading you, can’t really tell with that gentle smile and soft look, not that you mind.
“Y-yea, ‘Nonny?”
>”You know what would be really funny?”
“What?”
>Anon moves closer, right up to your ear and whispers.
>Whispers the most devious of plans, a simple prank, but it will be very effective.
>While Twilight tries to be a gentlemare and would describe herself as such, she isn’t as diehard in her gentlemare status as Rarity.
>You snuggle up to Anon, excited by what hilarious results his little plan will entail.
>He creates fun pranks like nothing, always clever and fun.
>He’s better at it than you, and it’s literally your job.
>”You guys gonna take longer? Pinkie’s getting pretty anxious.”
>”Just a minute darling!”
>You’re standing at the edge of Anon’s lap, this is too exciting.
>Anon presses a hand into your hair and pats your head, with his other hand scratching your chin.
>Hope you don’t mess it up.
>Rarity walks out, Twi in tow. She turns around a presents Twilight wearing her new dress.
>The dress looks nice, although a little too much for what it being a simple dress.
>Twilight asks how she looks, and Anon responds wittingly but sincerely.
>You’re still too excited to see how things are moving, because a few minutes later, Anon gives you the signal.
>He stands up, grabbing a sheet of display cloth, you quickly walk over to your station.
>Your station is just next to Twilight, looking at some tapestry.
>Anon talks to Rarity who a moment ago was too lost in thoughts to talk.
>After some simple convincing, Rarity agrees to Anon’s proposition, with that, preparations are complete.
>Rarity turns and starts rummaging through some cupboards, her flank exposed and her guard down.
>Anon twists the cloth in his hand, his eyes on the prize and his determination and courage strong.
>Rarity mumbling to herself with assorted sewing tools floating in her magical grasp.
>Anon looks at you before quickly snapping the cloth whip towards Rarity.
>Just as he instructed, you quickly yell in Twi’s ear:
“Hey Twi! Whatcha lookin at?!”
>”Ahh! Pinkie!”
>Rarity screams. Twilight looks over confused, but worried.
>Perfect, while Twilight recovered from the ringing in her ear, Anon carried out his plan.
>You look over to Rarity, who stands stunned staring at the cupboard.
>the things she was carrying now on the floor surrounding her.
>”What’s wrong Rarity?”
>Rarity is shaking as she turns around and slowly gathers her things.
>”No-nothing darling.”
>She looks over to Anon, who is standing there with the cloth open and in his hand, looking completely unsuspicious.
>”Are you sure? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
>”YES! Yes darling, I-I’m fine. Everything is fine.”
>Rarity looks shell shocked, but otherwise she’s not breaking her gentlemare persona.
>Rarity turns back to her collecting and starts looking through again.
>Slower and looking back to check behind her every now and then.
>You trot back to Anon, and stand close to him.
>He looks around, towards Twi. He didn’t notice you.
>You bump your head against his leg and bounce gently on the spot.
>”Oh, there you are.”
>Anon, bends down and scratches you under the chin, and picks you up again.
>Before sitting down back on the couch, and scratching your tummy.
>He looks at you with some excitement; he raises his hand, closes all the fingers and raises the one sticking out from the side.
>You don’t know what that means, but judging by his excitement he’s happy.
>In a barely audible voice, Anon whispers.
>”Remember, this was just one.”
>You just gently giggle, like a little colt. Rubbing your head against anon.
>Twilight looks over at you, and just rolls her eyes.
>She doesn’t like it when you play with Anon. You don’t want to make Twi upset, but you like Anon.
>Anon, shifts just enough for you to notice and look at him instead of Twi.
>He smiles, you knew it. He’s reading you again. But it’s nice when he reads you.
>”Darling would you mind getting up, I need to measure you.”
>You get off Anon’s lap; he winks at you just as he gets up.
>Now you just wait, looking between Anon, Rarity and Twi.
>Waiting, ready for phase two of Anon’s plan.
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>Bool TwilightSparklePOV = true.
>’I completely embarrassed yourself at the door, the walk wasn’t any better but the door was the worst.
>’Anon would never be ok with a mare so clumsy.’
>’Maybe I’m just being paranoid; he is still my friend after all.’
>’Or maybe he’s just trying not to hurt my feelings.’
>’Maybe this dress will help; yes the dress will definitely help.’
>’Stallions like a mare who dresses well, right?’
>’The dress’s nice, not too much on it, and simple enough to not get in the way, but it’s still nice looking.’
>’Rarities choice of material is exquisite as always, thick cotton for most of the dress, with wool lined sleeves.’
>’This should impress Anon when I tell him of the materials used.’
>’Unless, oh no, what if Anon thinks that wool is exploiting sheep?!’
>’What if cotton plants are people in his world, and sheep too?’
>’No, I can’t tell him about the fabric, it might trigger him.’
>You hope he doesn’t know, or ask.
>Rarity suddenly asks about harems and my plans to one.
>You’ve never liked the royal harem, the stallions are so, dumb.
>But you really have no idea why rarity wants you to talk about harems; this has nothing to do with anything. You hope.
>“D-darling! You must capture the essence of your belonging! A-and a harem is where a mare belongs, its crucial to your identity!”
>You fumble to ask how crucial a harem is, and then Rarity expertly explains how a well-kept stallion is a sign of a respectable and responsible mare.
>’Okay, it’s worse than I thought! I can’t just focus on my studies, or people will think I’m irresponsible.’
>’I should ask Rarity for help, she’s a hit with the stallions.’
>You hint at your interest, Rarity gently asks you for more detail.
>You describe your dream stallion, you describe Anon.
>Rarity sees through you, especially when you fumble and she offers you advice the best she can.
>The thing that sticks is: ‘Every stallion likes to be addressed as the superior, even if they aren’t.’
>That’s the key, Anon must think he’s in charge but he isn’t.
>You, led by Rarity, walk out of the room with renewed confidence.
>Your confidence and bravado are instantly broken by Anon’s gaze.
“H-how do I look.”
>Anonymous obviously replies to your lame question with charm.
>He then stands up, walks closer and smiles at you.
>You spot Rarity, standing looking nowhere in particular.
>Trying to match that sweet smile, you just blush instead and turn away hoping there is something to look at.
>Tapestry, the one Rarity worked on for a while, she said she wanted some history in her shop.
>It’s historically all wrong the weaves are wrong, and the figures are too modern looking.
>”Rarity, can you help me with some clothes?”
>Normally studies and such would have put you into a state of total focus, but not when Anon is the distraction.
>Rarity is still lost in thoughts, rude to leave a stallion hanging.
“Rarity?”
>”Yes darling?”
>You speak up for Anon, maybe it will show him you can help him, as a mare should.
“Did you hear what Anon said?”
>’Rarity as a gentlemare, should know better than to ignore a stallion!’
>”I said, you think you could design some stuff for me? This suit is getting old, and I need a change.”
>’B-but he just butt in! Stallions are supposed to let mares talk.’
>’I though he would appreciate me speaking up for him.’
>You turn back to stare at the tapestry, but no matter how much the little inaccuracies irk you, your mind is still on Anon.
>How could he just ignore the way Rarity treated him?
>Why would he, a stallion not care about being ignored and just treat it as an accident?
>’Maybe I’m not good enough.’
>’I couldn’t protect him from rape. I couldn’t hold the door. I couldn’t even speak for him.’
>’If only I just knew why, I would do anything.’
>You are too confused to think about it further.
>For some reason you feel like crying, some tears well up in your eyes and blur your vision.
>”Hey Twi! Whatcha lookin at?!”
>You yelp in surprise as Pinkie knocks you out of your thoughts.
>Good thing, Pinkie made you leave those thoughts.
>Although the price is a horrible ringing in your ear and some pain.
>You are deaf for several seconds as you recover from Pinkie’s surprise attack.
>The second you can hear again, your ears are once again filled with a scream.
>This time more distant so less damaging and of a deferent source.
>Rarity yelps very loudly, and when you turn to her, she is in a state of terror.
>You ask if she is all right, to which she unconvincingly responds with affirmation.
>”Are you sure? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
>”YES! Yes darling, I-I’m fine. Everything is fine.”
>Rarity looks around every couple of seconds while gathering her tools.
>Maybe she saw a spider, or a pin pricked her.
>Rarity is a smart mare, much smarter than you are, she can handle anything.
>Anonymous standing behind Rarity, fiddling with a cloth looks confused as he looks at Rarity.
>He tosses a gaze at you, to which you immediately respond with a blush and turn away.
>Pinkie strolls over to him, which he doesn’t notice while he looks at you for a second more.
>Then Pinkie bumps her head against his leg, causing him to bend down and after an exchange of words pick her up.
>Anonymous carries her back to the couch and sits down.
>Pinkie is on top of him, his hand is under her hair, and he doesn’t look ok.
>You’re worried Pinkie might be triggering him, by positioning herself on top she is establishing dominance.
>You hope Anon is ok and doesn’t have a PTSD attack.
>Pinkie looks at you, mocking you; you know she must be laughing.
>You roll your eyes.
>’The nerve of that pony, yea laugh it up, y-you you, whorse.’
>You catch yourself before saying that.
>How could you? Pinkie is your friend, how could you think anything like that about your friends?
>You turn back to the tapestry to try to get your mind off the subject again.
>No use. Now you think of how you can never take care of a stallion, especially one like Anon, and that you’re a horrible friend.
>More tears well up in your eyes, and you think, not with any direction, but still think.
>You want to apologize, to Pinkie for being a horrible friend, to Anon for being a horrible mare, and to your self, because you’re not mare enough to say sorry.
>Pinkie would forgive you. Pinkie forgives everyone. She’s a true friend to everyone, so is Anon.
>Unlike you.
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>Still Twilight Sperglord, why? Because I realized that, we only got through 1 spank and we only have 3 characters.
>How time flies, when writing.
>Rarity is so graceful when talking to Anon.
>She knows just what to ask, and how to say it.
>You on the other hoof couldn’t even ask if you looked nice without embarrassing yourself.
>Your eyes catch Anonymous removing his coat.
>He slowly slides it off, another shirt underneath, showing off his body more than the last.
>This one is thinner too; you can see parts of his skin underneath.
>Stop Twilight, only a pervert ogles.
>He’s probably embarrassed right now, and you’re here making it worst.
>But, you can see his shoulder, so firm.
>’No Twilight! You’re a bad mare.’
>You mentally beret yourself. Rarity wraps a measuring tape around Anon.
>Pinkie sits on the couch bouncing in place.
>Why does Anon like Pinkie but not you?
>Maybe he sees her as a pet, or maybe it’s because pinkie acts like little filly.
>’Face it, it’s not about Pinkie, it’s about me, only me.’
>’It’s all my fault, Anon doesn’t like me, for no other reason than myself.’
>Rarity blushes as she rounds Anon’s body and is face to face with his butt.
>’Is she looking at Anon’s butt? That’s not what a gentle mare would do.’
>’She’s sniffing?! How dare she?!’
>She was always so high and mighty on the ‘gentlemare’ talk, always taking the moral high ground.
>But here she is ogling and taking advantage of a stallion.
>’I can’t believe I trusted Rarity, I thought she was a mare of her word. She turned out to be nothing more than a pervert!’
>Your face has anger on it; you realize this as Rarity looks at you confused. As she brings the measuring tape around.
>You look away embarrassed.
>’How could you think that Twilight! You’re supposed to be the princess of friendship.’
>’Is this what the princess of friendship does? Doubt her friends?’
>You choke back tears, and ask:
“R-rarity, may I u-use your restroom?”
>”Of course darling, upstairs first door to the right.”
>She hardly acknowledges you, not that it matters, you’re already halfway before she finishes.
>You enter the pristine bathroom and lock the door behind you.
>The sink is a clean bowl with running water, expensive.
>You turn on the water, it slowly fill the bowl.
>’What have you turned into?’
>’The princess of magic, hating her friends for her failures?’
>’Spying on dash, lighting the treehouse on fire endangering fillies.’
>’Being jealous of Fluttershy, even though the poor mare is sick and can’t think straight.’
>’Calling Pinkie Pie, the friend to all, a whorse. Thinking she’s stealing Anon.’
>’Rarity, the most generous mare, how could you turn her simple action of measuring Anon, into perversion?’
>You list off all your offenses in your head, with each you think of, you cry harder.
>Never before, have you felt more miserable and weak a person as right now.
>Eventually the bowl is full, you’re not sure if it’s half tears.
>You turn off the water, but keep sobbing.
>’All the things you did, just to try and be alone with Anon.’
>’And when you got the chance, you talked, no, you were talked to.’
>’Anon didn’t let you be in charge, you listened to him.’
>You feel a hoof over your back and some fur against your side.
>’Maybe you should stop listening to Rarity and just listen to Anon.’
>”Maybe you should stop listening to Rarity and just listen to Anon.”
>Your startled by Pinkie coming into the bathroom, but not surprized at all.
“*SNIFF* P-Pinkie? How did you get in here? I locked the door.”
>”You didn’t lock the window!”
>Pinkie responds in her ever present cheeriness.
>You feel worst knowing she climbed a window to help you and you thought she was a whorse
“You sho-should go Pinkie, I’m not a good friend.”
>”You’re a great friend Twilight! You just need help!”
>Pinkie hugs you harder, and then continues.
>”Rarity only knows how to get stallions Twi. Stop listening to her.”
“But Anon is a stallion.”
>”He is a stallion, but he thinks differently. Anon is beyond labels, he has something.”
“What?”
>Pinkie whispers in your ear:
>”Powers.”
“That’s silly Pinkie. I’ve tested Anon; he’s not effected by magic, but that’s not that rare.”
>”Think about it Twi! He always knows what you’re thinking. In fact He told me to ‘help’ you.”
“He does seem very aware of his surroundings, but that doesn’t mean he has ‘powers’ or whatever.”
>”Think about it, he doesn’t ‘repel’ magic like others, you said he absorbs it. Even magic that works on ‘non-magical’ beings doesn’t work on him. There’s more than he lets on.”
“How do you know so much about magic all of a sudden?”
>”Exactly.”
“What?”
>”Anon listened to you explain, and when I asked him why, he ‘juuust’ hinted at the whole ‘powers’ thing.”
“Soo...?”
>”He knows that I know that he knows.”
“What? That doesn’t make sense...”
>”Doesn’t it? If he knows what we think, and knows what we know. Then if we know that he knows, then he knows that we know that he knows!’
“Alright you’ve confused me! But how does all this ‘know’ thing help me with my problem?!”
“OH! Are you saying that because Anon has powers, I have to impress him with magic?! I-I can do that!”
>”Impress him? Nope!”
“THEN HOW DID ALL THIS HELP ME?!”
>”Shh! We’re taking enough chances as it is.”
“What chances?!”
>”All I wanted to say is that, ‘Anon is not a simple creature.’”
“Pinkie, lots of creatures are not simple, how did this help?”
>”No think about it this way Twi: Stallions are simple, because material things and emotions drive them, you have to dumb things down and turn things into items to impress them.”
“Pinkie that might be sexist.”
>”Shh! Don’t tell trotlr, I don’t want my clop account to get shut down!”
“You have a clop account?”
>”Yes, I am somewhat of a connoisseur of erotica.”
“I-I have s-some drawings, c-could you judge them?”
>”Of course, don’t worry I am professional in the confidentiality of my clients.”
“I’ll be sure to send it! I have some art of us in the shower!”
>Pinkie looks at you with a troubled uncomfortable glare.
“Anyway...”
>“Anyway, Mares are more complex because they listen to all things, emotions, and material wealth but also rational thought and reason. You don’t have to dumb things down, mares like it blunt!”
“Okayyy...”
>”If mares are complex because they can understand reason along with emotion, then think of how complex Anon is! He has another sense, maybe many more senses! He is the most complex!”
“Sooo...?”
>”There’s no point in hiding ANYTHING from him! He already knows! You don’t need to impress him like stallions, if he likes you, he likes you. If not, may Horus have mercy on your soul.”
“Who’s Horus?”
>”Celestia wasn’t the first...”
>Pinkie glares at you with a strange look again.
“Wha-... One problem at a time, so what do I do?!”
>”Simple, just talk to Anon, and don’t listen to Rarity.”
“B-but what will I say?!”
>”Nothing, just listen; you can learn a lot more by listening than talking.”
“Umm, Ok. Thanks Pinkie.”
>”Now wash that sad face off.”
>You splash some water on face, and then use magic to rub some lavender scented soap and then wash that off.
>Pinkie picks up a brush with her hoof; you stopped questioning that, and then brushes your mane.
>”There! Don’tcha feel better?!”
“Yes. Thank you Pinkie.”
>”Don’t mention it, what are friends for?! And don’t worry your silly head over the whorse thing.”
“Sorry.”
>”I said don’t worry about it. Now let’s go!”
>Rejuvenated, and filled again with the power of friendship.
>You follow Pinkie out of the bathroom, and then follow her down the steps.
>Hopefully ready to face Anon.
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>Be Anonymous.
>“R-rarity, may I u-use your restroom?”
>”Of course darling, upstairs first door to the right.”
>You signal to Pinkie to try to talk to her.
>Pinkie obeys, bowing slightly and staring at you with amazement in her eyes.
>She trots upstairs, silently.
>”Please hold still darling, it shall only be another moment.”
>Hopefully whatever Twilight is doing, won’t affect your plans.
>Come to think of it, what is Twi doing?
>Walking here, she was acting a bit, weird.
>She smashed into Rarities door, kept acting weird while showing her dress off.
>Twi kept trying to jump into conversations to help you.
>’Thinking back, she was worried about me petting people, told me to dial back your friendliness.’
>’Wait. Getting mad about you petting ponies, not liking it when you’re close with pinkie, among other things.’
>’Is Twilight jealous?’
>’But of what?’
>”Could you please raise your arm, darling?”
>You forgot where you were, probably best not to think about Twi right now.
>Instead, focus on Rarity, the plan.
>Your eyes scan the mare’s movement; again, it needs to look as if you’re innocent.
>Rarity wouldn’t outright accuse you of the act, but a bit of extra insurance is always good.
>On the side table is a little mouse trap like device, next to it a fly swatter.
>The mousetrap looks interesting, it has a thick base and the trap part is oddly shaped.
>There is a bowl looking structure where the cheese on a normal trap would be.
>The fly swatter is an average swatter, but the swatting part is made of some rubber like fabric instead of plastic.
>It would be pretty easy to rig the swatter and to fit the trap and it’s position would mask it’s intension.
>Assuming the mousetrap looking thing works like a mousetrap should.
>You could jury-rig it to smack the white pone.
>This plan is perfect.
>Premeditated spanks.
>What are you doing with your life?
>You wait.
>’How long has it been?’
>Rarity stands behind you, she does that periodically, just stand around looking.
>Must be a tailor thing.
>Never had a tailor, never needed one.
>Twilight and Pinkie walk down the stairs, Twi’s head leaning on ponk.
>Rarity, now standing beside you, looks at her with extreme disapproval.
>Twi looks at her, then ignores her stare and continues to lean.
>Rarity is fuming, trying to hide her anger behind a smile.
“Great timing guys, Rarity just finished measuring me.”
>You have no idea if she’s done measuring you, but you need an excuse to defuse the bomb that is Rarity.
>For Twi’s sake.
>Not really, just if she vents now, she won’t be as fun to mess with later.
>But Twilight is important too.
>Also, you’re bored of standing. Mostly that.
>”Y-yes darling.”
>Good, she’s perfectly calm.
>”Now if you two could be the GENTLEMARES...”
>That’s quite a bit of emphasis.
“...you are and keep Anonymous company? Meanwhile I will retrieve some other tools, and some drinks.”
>Well she’s not TOO mad.
>Either way, she’ll leave the room for a minute, and Twi and ponk are still here.
>”Ye-yes Rarity.”
>Rarity looks at you, then gently bows and says:
>”I beg your pardon, m’lord.”
>At that final word, a strange sickly green hue surrounds her, and a familiar but unwanted smell created.
>Some junk food you can’t quite place your finger on.
>She walks away, and just as quickly, as it appeared the energy disappears.
>Weird.
>You sit down, strategically placing yourself on the couch next to the flyswatter and trap.
“Come on, sit down, no point standing about.”
>”Ye-yes Anon.”
>Fiddle with the mousetrap looking thing, and the fly swatter.
>You nigger-rig the device.
>Ready to trip on it’s unsuspecting target.
>You’re giddy with joy.
>”An-anon. What, are you doing?”
“Preparing.”
>You look at Twilight with a wide smile.
>”F-for what?”
“You’ll know when it happens.”
>She looks confused. Which makes complete sense since you have no idea what you’re talking about.
>Also, no one but Ponk can see the event, only the result, so there’s that.
>”O-ok”
>Twilight shifts uncomfortably.
>You reach over and scratch her behind the ear, and she relaxes a bit.
>Rarity walks back from the back room, holding a bottle of wine some glasses and a box.
>She places the glasses on the coffee table and pours out 4 drinks.
>Pinkie has her everlasting smile focused at you.
>Twilight nervously plays with her dress.
>Rarity unpacks the box, pulling out some sewing chalk and paper.
>You’re not sure what your next move should be.
>You look over to Pinkie she looks back with interest.
>You point at the ground, trying to instruct her to stand just in front of where Rarities working.
>This will force her to move towards the table with the trap.
>Pinkie understands completely, somehow.
>Standing up, pinkie stands exactly where you told her, and pushes her muzzle into the wine glass.
>She happily laps the wine.
>To be fair she lacks magic or wings to try to lift the wine, so she just licks it.
>Rarity looks over judgmentally.
>Then just as planned, moves over towards the rigged table.
>Twilight walks over to Pinkie, placing her hoof on her shoulder.
>Ponk and Twi start talking, Twilight sounds worried, while Pinkie is still having a party.
>You look over to Rarity, who is a few inches from springing your trap.
>Might as well get that wine.
>You scoot over on the couch, reach over and grab your wine.
>Sipping the drink, all you do is stare towards Rarity.
>Too focused on the trap then your drink.
>”Anon. A-so umm... Re-read any good books lately?”
>Diverting your attention to Twi.
>She’s nervously trying to make conversation, you can tell by her asking about books.
“I’ve been carrying the book you gave me, all day, haven’t read it yet. I did read the other book.”
>”Simplified history of the world?! D-did you like it?”
>She meant to say, if you liked her, cos she wrote it.
“Yea, well written, good info. Bit simplistic and naïve, but that was cute.”
>”C-cute?”
“Yea, good job on that.”
>”Yo-you knew I wr-wrote it?”
“Of course I did. Your name is in the book.”
>She blushes deeply, and looks at the ground.
>”Y-you too.”
*THWING*
*THWAP*
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“HOW DARE YOU!?”
“WAIT!”
“I KNOW WHY YOU’RE DOING THIS!”
“YOU WANT ME TO ADMIT MY FALIUR!”
*WAHAHAHAHAHAHA!*
“NEVER!”
“I’LL NEVER ADMIT ANYTHIN!”
“NEVERRR!”
*WAHAHAHAHAHAHA!*
>”Rarity? Are you feeling alright?”
>The world comes back to you, but you still feel like you’re being controlled.
>A strange control though, as if you chose it to happen.
>”Ya OK Rarity?”
>”Pinkie, maybe we should call a doctor. Rarity? Can you hear us?”
>”Is she ok? A minute ago, she was screaming and laughing. Now she’s just standing there, staring. Starting to creep me out.”
>”Anon, this is no time for humor! We must help her! Pinkie find some cold water!”
>”If you’re gonna wake her like that, let me move away. I don’t think anything before will compare to here rage at a ruined mane.”
>”Ugh, Anon!”
>I’m sorry. Just keeping the mood light.”
“OF COURCE DARLING!”
>”Huh? Oh look she talked!”
“Why would I not be fine darling? Just gonna take a minute to f-find something darling.”
>You feel yourself slowly walking away, following a memorized rout to your workshop.
>Still feeling like you’re under the voluntary control of something.
>”GOT THE WATER!”
>You see the pink blur, and moments later a bucket of freezing water dumped on you.
>Sweet Celestia it is absolutely freezing.
>Your body is numb, and this will ruin your mane and tail.
>You’re already hating the idea of having to fix it, all that time, to clean, condition, shampoo, condition, straight, condition, curl, and so on.
>It takes at least a day to recover your mane, especially after being wet.
>But on the better hoof, you finally know what you’re doing, and are back in control.
>However, you still walk into your work area.
>Trying as hard as you can to remember what you said before this.
>”Pinkie! How cold was that water?”
>”Extra cold!”
>”How cold is ‘extra cold’?”
>”Well it’s above ‘really cold’ and less than ‘extra EXTRA cold’”
>”What’s with you and compound words? Pinkie, are you German?”
>”Anon! Pinkie has poured water that was cold enough to cause frost to form, on a mare who needs some help!”
>”Look Porchlight, chances are, she’s fine. So relax and just WAIT it out. Or stay mad and panicked, yea do that. It makes your fur poof out and makes you look tres adorables.”
>’Ooh bien versé, this just adds more to this stallion.’
>But after your outburst, it’s unlikely you can ever show your face to any stallion.
>’Yea, it always starts with one stallion, then his little clique knows and they pass it to their clique, and soon the entire forest is on fire.’
>You can imagine the stallion’s gazes of how weird you are.
>’All those years of making them like you, all that wine, all that time spent on how you look.’
>’All ruined.’
>’It could be worst; you could have actually admitted it.’
>’Your absolute failure, the failure that baffles you more than anypony else.’
>’You almost admitted it, almost said it for the whole world to hear.’
>’No, you haven’t failed; gentlemares just wait for the right one.’
>’Yes, that’s all, no failure just waiting.’
>’Now then, to dispel that slippery stallions beliefs and suspicions.’
>’Maybe hit him back, there’s a paddle here somewhere.’
>’No, Twilight and Pinkie are right there, can’t do anything like that in front of them.’
>’Besides, only a stallion would be that simple and unrefined. I am much too refined for such crude tactics.’
>’I must prey on his weaknesses. Wipe that smug smile off. He won’t be able to show his face once I’m done.’
>’He’s done enough damage! I will stop him!’
>You are now somewhat mad, feeling mischievous, and determined.
>You won’t stop until Anon-Y-Mous is red like a tomato, and tearing at an aggressive mare.
>Walk out of your workshop and you see that smug alien still sitting around.
>It’s like he not a care in the world.
>Pinkie, his little helper, still enjoying his lap while he rubs her.
>Pleasuring whoever does his bidding like the whorse he is!
>”Oh hey Rarity! You’re back! Did Pinkie’s bath help?”
>’Yea keep smiling, see what happens.’
“Yes, darling. I’m perfectly fine. And thank you Pinkie for the –ahem- ‘help’.”
>”YOOOOOOUR WELLLCOM!”
>Cunt, way to abandon a mare. Whatever happened to sisters before misters?”
“Ye-yes thank you Pinkie. Where is Twilight?”
>”She went home to get me a book, don’t worry about her.”
“Alright then. Now where were we darling?”
>”You finished measuring me and where drawing something?”
“Ahh, yes. Well let’s get back to that then, so much work to do, darling?”
>”Alrighty then, ready on your call.”
“Good. Pinkie do you mind sitting on the farther couch dear?”
>”Okie dokie lokei!”
>Good, now that Pinkie is out of the way, Anon is completely at your mercy.
>This is going to be great.
“Anonymous, do you mind removing your top?”
>This should make him significantly uncomfortable. Stallions and their size insecurities.
>”Sure, just give me a minute.”
>’How could I forget? Anon is a fighter, he won’t back down this easy.’
>’That’s alright, make him suffer more!’
>You quickly start measuring him, making sure to rub on him as much as you can.
>This is getting you kind of hot actually.
>But you must persevere, can’t back down this easily.
>Looking over too Pinkie, she’s ogling.
>Blushing lightly. Funny, you thought the whorse would have seen him with less.
“Anonymous, I need to get a full body measurement. Please remove your lower; please only wear only the necessary. Don’t worry; you are in the company of friends.”
>”Yea, no worries. It’d be nice to air out anyway.”
>He removes his pants, leaving only his underwear –a thin cloth covering his waist, and through his thighs- on.
>You can see the bulge at the front of his pelvis. You can make out some shapes too.
>Circling around, his toned male butt is right in your face.
>You place a hoof right on a cheek, trying to make him as uncomfortable as possible.
“Anonymous, you’ve been working these?”
>”Eh, lifting on the apple farm can do that, so I guess I have.”
>He sounds so sure, he doesn’t even have a slightest of blushes on.
>No more missus nice mare.
>You begin ‘measuring’ him again, standing on your hind hooves and rubbing yourself on his sensitive regions.
>You’re sure you feel him harden a little bit as you ‘accidentally’ rub your rump on it.
>Pinkie has covered her face in her mane, trying to hide in her hair.
>But she pokes out every now and then. Her face is red enough to compare tomatoes to it rather than the other way around.
>You can see she’s crying, pretty badly, but a deep cry, not one of her childish cries.
>Poor childish Pinkie, she’s hurt by this, or maybe shocked.
>Matters not, you will have your revenge.
>You continue giving Anonymous the unwanted dance.
>Sweat forms on your face, and you’re dripping wet a circle of you form around him.
>You bring yourself close to his ear, and in an aggressive whisper:
“How does it feel, Anonymous? You ‘independent’ stallions are too out of hoof. You need a hard mare to bring you down a notch.”
>”Hard mare, eh? Well guess that makes the two of us, except I got something to show for it.”
>He grabs you and swings you around, so that you’re standing on the tips of your rear hooves and facing him face to face.
>He’s smiling, seductively, and he’s brought you close enough to feel his hardness under his underwear.
“You uncouth ruffian! You think you can win? Mark my word this isn’t over yet.”
>”Good, I’m just warming up.”
>You slip out of his grasp and quickly move next to him and rub a hoof up his crotch.
>He smiles at you, but he’s blushing lightly, you’re winning!
>Sweat and your fluids lubricate both your movements as you slip around Anonymous.
>You’re not sure if the water that Pinkie dumped on you is still there, or if this is fresh.
>Anonymous also has a sheen of the liquid.
>The scent in the air is intoxicating, some primal smell that makes you want more of it.
>Soon everything in the room is a blur, the only thing that matters is you and the beast who you face.
>Anonymous holds back nothing and neither do you.
>His hands are better for this task, apparent as he weaves through your hair and finds the sensitive spots.
>He has no shame as he rubs your nether regions, and your teats.
>But your small size also has an advantage, also apparent as you move between his legs, missing his grasp by mere hooves.
>You quickly move around him, appearing by his crotch, licking at the shape underneath his underwear.
>He lets out a huff, but grabs you, using his dextrous hands to massage your belly, and rub just above your teats.
>Using magic, you try to massage his crotch.
>He lets you go and ducks slightly, letting out a deep huff.
>’I won! My secret weapon worked!’
“HAH! I WON! I WIN!”
“So, who’s the best? That’s right, RARITY!”
>Turning away to announce yourself to the non-existent crowd.
“Rarity the stallion tamer!”
>Before you know it, Anonymous is right by your ear.
>”Wouldn’t count on it, darling.”
>’Wait I thought...’
>You turn around, your victory turned to fear as Anonymous lifts his open palm behind his back.
>Pleading with your eyes, as tears begin to form.
>Eyes and face asking for one thing.
>No, not like this.
>Anything, just not this.
>Not such a defeat, not this.
>Please.
>He ignores your pleas, and brings his open hand down with force you knew not possible.
*SLAP*
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>Be Twilight sparkle
>Returning from the library.
>Juggling 7 books, 6 on different arcane arts, and 1 on equestrian history.
>Stumbling as you try to read “How to detect mind reading” and connect dots from Anon and the behaviors in this book.
>Moving at a quick trot to get to Anon faster, you can’t leave him for long.
>’Subtle hints, quick responses, a feeling of known. Anon seems to fit the master mind reader.’
>”Hey Twilight!”
>You try to tune out the annoying voice, focusing further on the book.
>’Average time between exchange, indication and response. Hmm.’
>”Twilight! Twilight watch out for the-!”
>Everything flashes white for a second as your face collides with something.
>”-lamp.”
>A few moments later, a familiar figure stands over and looks down on you.
>”Ha! Ha! You ok there egg head?”
>Your head is throbbing, your books, research notes and writing utensils are everywhere, and you lost your train of thought.
>Celesta damn Rainbow cunt.
“Yes Rainbow Dash, thank you for asking.”
>”What’s the hurry Twilight?”
>You slowly get up; Rainbow Dash is picking up your books.
>WAIT! Rainbow Dash is being helpful?!
>You magically pick the rest of your belongings off the ground, and Dash passes you the books.
“I am researching an important breakthrough in other magical arts. I have to hurry, before my subject realizes that I know. Unless like Pinkie said, he already knows. And he knows that I know.”
>”What? Never mind, have you seen Anon?!”
>Dash smiles widely as she says the name.
>She seems very happy today. She’s quite literally bouncing on her hooves.
“What do you need Anonymous for? You’re not going to pick on him, are you?”
>”NO! NO! I DON’T DO THAT ANYMORE! Promise!”
“Alright, alright, calm down. Then what do you need Anon for?”
>”No-nothing, j-just want to t-talk to him. Th-that’s all.”
“Are you blushing?”
>”NO! No. It’s just c-cold and-“
“It’s like 22 degrees.”
>”I-I was sick, s-so, I’m cold.”
“Shouldn’t you be recovering then?”
>”I’M FINE NOW.”
“But you said you where cold.”
>”NEXT QUESTION!”
“Why are you stuttering?”
>”SHIVERING! Yup, brrr, just shivering.”
“But you said-“
>”Could you stop with the dumb questions and tell me where Anon is?!”
“Why?”
>”DAMN IT TWILIGHT!”
>Dash’s face is so red; you’re worried it might cause an aneurism.
“Hey hey! I’ll tell you. Just tell me why you need him.”
>”Already told you, I just want to talk.”
“Talk?”
>”Y-yes.”
“About what?”
>”S-stuf.”
“Stuff?”
>”Yea, totally. Like the next Wonderbolts performance soon.”
“Wasn’t the Wonderbolt’s captain injured or something? Besides, Anon thinks the Wonderbolts are boring.”
>”COULD YOU JUST TELL ME WHERE HE IS?!”
“I could, but I won’t until you tell me why.”
>”Why not?!”
“Because I’m trying to keep you safe from yourself.”
>”What the hay are you talking about?”
“Look Rainbow Dash, I know you just want to have fun, but it’s not OK to be, err... Vulgar, with colts.”
>”What are you talking about?! Dork light.”
“That! That right there. You can’t just talk to guys like you do with us. One of these days it’s going to come back to bite you.”
>”OH! Like YOU can give advice on how to behave around people.”
“Hey! I’m only helping because I’m your friend.”
>”Whatever, Twilight. I’m gonna go find Anon.”
>Rainbow Dash, takes off, circling around you for a second.
“He’s at the boutique. I was just heading back there; I hope I’m not too late.”
>You call after Rainbow, and she starts her flight towards the boutique.
>You return to a brisk trot towards in the same direction.
>Rainbow Dash looks back, seeing you taking your time instead of flying.
>She flies back towards you, and lands.
>”All you had to do, was tell me, and we both could be there already.”
>The two of you continue on hoof at a good pace towards the boutique.
“All you had to do was tell me what you needed to do, and we both could be there already.”
>”Ugh. I did tell you! What in the horse apples is Anon doing at the carousel boutique anyway?”
“Getting clothes of course. Come on Dash. A colt in a boutique, what do you think he’s there for?”
>”Yea, sure. Other colts do that, but Anon isn’t some Canterlot wannabe.”
“Oh please Rainbow, all colts like clothes. We’re gonna walk in there and he’s gonna be excited at all the shiny things Rarity can put on his new suit.”
>”Since when did you become a stallion expert, egghead?”
“Like it takes much to be a stallion expert.”
>”Yea! That’s why you’ve never even had your first kiss right? Too busy reading up on it to do it.”
“Ha, ha. Like you’ve had your kiss.”
>”As a matter of fact, I have.”
“What! Did you manage to convince that depressed Cellist? She has the eeriest look.”
>”Hey! She’s the sweetest person, if you’re nice to her. And no, it wasn’t her.”
“Then who was it?”
>”I’ll never tell.”
“Jeez, Dash. I never thought I would see you all giddy over some stallion.”
>”Whatever you say egg head.”
>The two of you continue walking and talking, the rest of the trip is uneventful.
>As you take the final step and stand in front of the door, Dash pokes you.
>”You hear that? Sounds like... a gym.”
“What? What do you mean?”
>Rainbow takes off and looks around.
>”Those noises. Listen, like grunts.”
>You raise an ear and listen closely.
>At first you don’t hear anything, but slowly the noises of the outside separate.
>Birds, and distant people, some hitting sound, creaking and... grunts? Of ponies?
“Sounds like Bulk when he’s trying to lift the 300 pound. Except more Bulks.”
>”Yea. Weird.”
>Just as you turn your attention back towards the door,-
>The loudest sound you’ve ever heard, courses through the air.
>Like a thunderclap, but louder than any thunder possible.
>The ground shakes as you lose concentration and fall flat on your ass.
>You open your eyes, and stand up panicked.
>Looking around, you notice the door has developed a very prominent crack that wasn’t there before. Rainbow Dash rubs her head after being knocked to the ground.
>Many birds also take off again in panic, the clouds have cleared the boutique and everything in a couple mile radius.
>Trees swing back and forth; some branches have cracked or fallen off.
>The river around the boutique ripples, and the sand has also developed a ripple.
>”WHAT THE HAY WAS THAT?!”
>Rainbow Dash looks around panicked, and awed.
“I don’t know! Looks like it came from the boutique!”
>”The boutique?! Anon is in there!”
“I’m sure everything is fine, maybe one of Pinkie’s shenanigans.”
>”Pinkie’s in there! I swear if she killed my date! I’M COMING ANON!”
>Without another thought, Rainbow Dash bucks the door open, and it collapses inwards.
>Rainbow enters and freezes. You follow.
>The inside of the boutique looks beyond Pinkie’s capabilities.
>Ignoring the broken and ripped furniture, the walls with cracks and buckles in them, and the things strews around the place.
>The color has drained from everything. You feel weird being in the room.
>As if the very magical structure of the area has been decimated and shredded apart.
>Pinkie sits on the center of a 3-pony sofa missing both sides, other than the middle.
>Her hair is straight and pointed sharply back. Her eyes bulge out in an expression beyond awe.
>You follow her eyes, to the center of the carnage.
>Rarity staring with the blankest stare possible, a slight twang of regret and sadness in her face.
>Anonymous behind her, wearing cloth only around his waist and his hand placed against Rarities rump.
>He wears a small smile of pride.
>A thin sheen of sweat causes his body to glisten in some energy you’re not too sure of.
>You turn to see Rainbow with a similarly awed expression as Pinkie.
>Her wings stiff and standing up, clearly uncomfortably.
>You turn back to the scene Anonymous and Rarity.
>You’re startle and recoil back, when Anon turns his head and looks you in the eye.
>His smile holds, and his face has a predatory signature to it.
>>”Let’s face it. You’ve caught me doing worst things.”
>You swallow hard, and open your mouth to speak-
>>>”I ADMIIIIT!”
>Both Anonymous and you look at Rarity who still stares as if speaking to someone else.
>>>”I ADMIT! I WAS NEVER GOOD WITH STALLIONS! I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THEM! I ALWAYS GET FREINDZONED! I’M STILL A KISSLESS VIRGIIIN!”
>Rarity begins her long whining cry.
>>>”No Stallion would ever like me!”
>Sure she’s having an existential crisis and All, and you feel bad for her, but that cry is most painful thing.
>You wince in pain; Rainbow has snapped out of her trance and looks stupefied.
>Anon bends down and hugs Rarity, while she cries on his shoulder.
>>”There, there, Rarity. I, like you.”
>Rainbow looks at you expecting you to explain, and scratches her head with a hoof.
>You look around and wait for Rarities Kelpie screams to stop.
>Pinkie hasn’t changed her state since you last looked, straight hair blown to sharp points, bulging eyes and awe.
>After a very long time, of confusion between Rainbows you, and Rarity being consoled by Anon.
>>>”Th-thank you Anonymous. You’re a... You’re a nice guy.”
>>”For you.”
>>>”W-well thank you. I-I should clean up.”
>>”Sorry about the mess. I could stay and help.”
>>>”No! Please, no. I can manage just fine.”
>>”All right. What are you up to Twilight?”
>He looks at you again, expecting a normal answer after all this.
“W-why don’t we go a-outside and talk about all this? Al-alright, Anon?”
>>”Alright, cool.”
>Anonymous walks over to a pile of clothes that have magically survived being damaged.
>He quickly puts them on, and returns to his old look.
>Then, as he had entered with a smug controlled air, he exits the door, with a quick good bye.
>Rainbow Dash follows him.
>You look to the 1/3 sofa, and see Pinkie still exactly as she was before.
>Hair straight, eyes bulged, awed expression.
“Hello? Pinkie?”
>At that, she breaths out a long breath.
“Are you feeling OK? Pinkie?”
>”I’ve seen it Twilight.”
“Seen what?”
>”The majesty. The glory. The power.”
“Pinkie?”
>”I’ve seen it all. I witnessed it’s strength, and thunder.”
“Pinkie, what did you see?”
>”The pimp hand, Twilight! The one and only!”
>At that, Anon quickly walks into the room, picks Pinkie up, and walks out again.
“Wha-. Um. Who. What. I. OK. Goodbye, Rarity.”
>You walk out the door, trying not to break your mind.
>The weather ponies look hard at work putting the clouds back together.
>’I wonder how their day is going.’
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>Walking outside of the devastated boutique.
>Anonymous is standing on the bridge leading away from the place.
>He’s tightly hugging Rainbow Dash, with Pinkie around his leg.
>’Wait’
>’Is Rainbow Dash crying?’
>’RAINBOW DASH IS CRYING!’
>’Why is Dash crying? She hardly ever cries. What could possibly make Dash cry?’
>’Why is Anon snuggling her? Why is Anon nuzzling her?’
>’Why is Anon kissing her? Why is Anon massaging her?’
>’That whores! She’s taking advantage of how nice Anon is!’
>’Just bring on the waterworks! Every stallion loves a mare that can cry!’
>You grind your teeth, in anger.
>In your rage, you don’t realize Anon walking over to you.
>You instantly snap out of your rage when you feel his fingers scratch at your ear.
>“Dash was just worried; she thought I was hurt from whatever happened. You know she’s very sensitive.”
“O-ok. Say Anon, what did happen in there?”
>Anon stands up and walks towards the other two still on the bridge.
>”Hell if I know.”
>You attempt to pick up your paper and notes; however, you find it hard to use magic.
>You try to paw at a book with your hoof to try to get it in a position to pick it up.
>A long arm comes down before you can, and picks the book for you.
>”You ponies, really need to just ask for help sometimes.”
>Anon whispers only to you. His lack of the iconic Anon silliness worries you, and you stare at his hand like a scolded child.
>Rainbow Dash and Pinkie also help pick your notes and such off the ground.
“I could have picked it up, if it wasn’t so hard to use magic for some reason.”
>You look at Dash, who’s walking over after picking up another book off the ground.
>She usually flies even this short of a distance.
“Why isn’t Dashy flying?”
>”She said she’s having a hard time taking off, says she just feels too heavy.”
“Rainbow can’t fly? And I can’t use magic. Anon, I think something might be wrong.”
>>”There you go Twilight, all your books.”
>>>”And here’s your paper Twi!”
>”I got the pens and some notes.”
“Thank you Rainbow Dash, and You too, Pinkie. And of course you Anon.”
>”Mhmm.”
>You open your saddlebag, and allow everypony to drop the stuff into it.
>Standing up again, Anon stretches his limbs, and closes his eyes.
>You feel strange.
>Attracted by the figure.
>You look at him with purpose, what purpose you do not know. But you cannot look away.
>’Look at him lean Twilight, look at how flexible his back is, can you imagine the leverage, Twilight?’
>>’You can see the muscle bulging, you like a strong stallion, he’ll snuggle you, won’t he Rainbow Dash?’
>>>’Oh look at that Pinkie, he has a friend in his pants, wouldn’t you love to invite him for a private party?’
>Mesmerized by the creature, you scan his body a few times before stopping.
>’Look at that rump, it’s so shaped.’
>>’Think about the muscle in there; think about how hard he can go.’
>>>’I bet that would be the best pillow in all of Equestria.’
>”You’re all drooling.”
>>”NO! YOUR MUSCLES ARE YOUR OWN! Uh, I mean. Umm.”
“WE WHEREN’T OGGLING! What a rude, err, non-gentlemare thing to do. We wouldn’t dream of such a thing. We would never look at your nice curved back. I MEAN!”
>>>”SHE MEANS! I mean! Umm. WE ONLY LOOKED AT YOUR BUTT! I MEAN! NO, WE DIDN’T LOOK AT YOUR BUTT! I mean!”
>>”YEA! Yea! We just saw something and it was NEAR your butt!”
“YES! EXACTLY! We just want to make sure nothing bites you!”
>>>”YEA! YEA! We would prefer YOU biting us! I MEAN! Umm, rutting us! I mean! NOTHING BITING YOU!”
>”Jesus Christ, calm down!”
>Anon smirks, and raises a hand to his chin.
>”Now who was looking at my butt?”
>The three of you look at him, blushing.
>’Time to be a mare and own up to your mistakes Twilight.’
>You hold your face out and hope he doesn’t hit too hard.
“Well. I may have taken a tiny peek.”
>>”Yea, I was looking too. I’m sorry.”
>>>”I dream about it every night and wish it was on my face.”
>”OK.”
>Anon looks at you again, as if he’s going to give you instructions.
>”Twilight, I stare at your butt every time you turn away. Dashy, your butt is tiny and amazingly cute. Pinkie, you first.”
“Err.”
>>”Ummm.”
>>>”OK!”
>”There! Now we’re even.”
“O-ok. I understand.”
>>”Ye-yea! Yea! You’re a cool guy Anon.”
>>>”SOO, When should we do the butt things?”
>”Alright, no point in standing around here then. What are we doing?”
>>”Oh buck! I forgot why I came here! The apple orchard needs help!”
“Apple orchard? What is it?”
>”It’s a big farm, with lots of apple trees, but that’s not important right now. What did they need help with?”
>>”I’ll tell you on the way. Hurry!”
>Your group starts walking quickly through the town.
>>”Apple Bloom and the others, where crusading in the club house.”
>Turning towards the farm at the edge of town, leaving the square behind.
>>”Then for some reason, the club house was on fire.”
>Walk down the long gravel road, as it slowly turns to stomped dirt.
>>”Scootaloo called me, but by the time we got there, half the farm was on fire.”
>The group continues listening to Dash, while turning into sweet apple acres.
>>”Me and Apple Jack got the fire out, but Apple Jacks hat got stuck in one of the trees.”
>You walk towards the Orange pony staring up a very large apple tree.
>>”We tried to get it out, but it only got worse.”
>>>>”It’s stuck good in theh’re. No Pegasus can fly to it either; it’ just stuck too far into the brushy part.”
>She signs in frustration.
>>>>”Worst yet, mah buck just ain’t got the usual, err, the usual, kick?”
>”Thanks Carlos.”
>Anon makes a silly face, and snaps his fingers.
>Anon always says that whenever somepony makes a pun, it’s usually annoying, but it relieves Apple Jack of some stress.
>She warmly smiles at the alien. Clearly appreciating Anons attempt to lighten her mood.
>>>>”Ah didn’t mean ta do that. But ah don’t feel too good ri’aght now.”
“Dashy, can you fly?”
>>”Let me try.”
>The blue Pegasus flaps hard and jumps to take off, flapping her wings hard.
>In a moment she’s back on the ground, huffing and puffing.
>>”Darn. I can’t, I just feel, err, too heavy?”
“And I still can’t use magic. Hmm, whatever happened in at the boutique must be causing a magical disruption of some sort. But how?”
>>>>”Ah don’t know about no magical disruptions or whatever! Ah just want mah hat back!”
>She’s clearly extremely frustrated.
>”Twilight, why don’t you and Pinkie go and figure out what’s wrong, while we fix this problem.”
>>>”Okie dokie lokie! Let’s go Twilight!”
>”Well, let’s solve this thing then.”
>The two of you turn away and start the trot back to the library.
>Who knows what this disruption could be.
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>Be background pony
>’WHO THE BUCK JUST SAID THAT!?’
>’AH DID!’
>’WHY YOU! TAKE THAT BACK!’
>’Well if you don wanna be no background pony, then stop beatin around no bush and talk to Ahnon!’
>’Ah don’t need no colt tellin me ah’m no background pony!’
>’E’en one liak Ah’non?’
>’Whats that supposta mean?’
>’Ya know darn well what ah mean! Fin’ another colt liak Ah’non, he got ah heart of ahn Apple and he ahcts liak one too!’
>’Enough with yer horseapples! Ah hate ya always getting on mah apples with this here nonsense! Ah don’t need no colt in muh life! ‘Sides, Ah’non ain’t got no time for no farm pony.’
>’Only reason he shows up for me, is cos ah give him work. Ah stop, and he’ll leave like all the others.’
>’Ya gotta mare up and act liak an Apple!’
>’Liak an Apple!’
>’Liak an Apple.’
>’Liak an Apple.’
>’Liak an apple.’
>>”Like an apple.’
>>”Like an apple.’
>>”Like an apple.’
>You snap out of your internal dialogue, to the familiar voice.
>Rainbow dash speaks into your ear.
>>”Like an apple
>>”Like an-“
“Rainbow Dash! What in tartarus are ya doin?!”
>>”I don’t know, Anon told me to do it.”
>”You zoned out for like a full 2 minutes, and it sounded like a good idea in my head. You feeling ok?”
“AH FEEL FIAN!”
>”Alright, G, relax. Now, let’s talk about getting your hat down. Where exactly is it stuck?”
>’No way, yah can’t let a stallion help yah. Especially not Ah’non. What’ll he think. ‘Apple Jack can’t even get a hat out of a tree, without help.’
>’What’ll all the other apples think? Imagine their faces laughin at yah for taking a stallions help.’
>”Right she’s out again. Rainbow Dash?”
>’Don’t you dare tell him, nothing’, Rainbow Dyke!’
>>”It’s right up in the brushy-“
“Don’ worry about nothing, Ah’non! Ih’ve almost gotte it out, don’t worry yer lil colt head o’ver nothin’.”
>”Are you sure? I can see it now; it’s not too badly stuck.”
“Yup, ah can get it down. Rainbow Dash, c’mere, ah need ta talk.”
>You walk away from the tree, with the Pegasus in tow’
>>”Are you feeling ok AJ? That hat-“
“Forget about the hat, Rainbow! Ah told ya not ta get Ah’non!”
>>”What’s the deal Apple Jack? He’s like twice as tall as you, he can get it down-“
“Will ya forget about tha darn hat! Ah don’t want stallion helpin’ me with somethin’ personal liak this.”
>>”Why not? Anon isn’t like other colts, you know that. Plus he wants to help.”
“Ah know he ahcts non like other stallions, ah wish ‘mac had his drive. But ah still don’ want no stallion helpin me out.”
>>”He’s our friend! He’s just liak the other girls!”
“Dash no matter what he do! He ain’t a mare! ‘Sides, what kinda colt would like his mares ta sit around and him do all the work?”
>>”I’ve talked to him, I told you he fine with doing work. He likes doing work.”
“Ya still don’ get it Dash. I’ma get back ta getting mah hat down-“
>”Got it!”
“Wha-what?”
>”Here! Catch!”
>Your hat comes fluttering down like a heavy feather, landing right on your head.
“Ah appreciate yer help sugar cube, but get down from there ‘for you hurt yer self!”
>”Relax, it’s nice up here.”
“Well fallin’ won’t be so nice! Get down!”
>”I’m not gonna fall! Besides, a fall from this height won’t kill me.”
“Don’ say that! You’ll still hurt yerself! Dash tell him ta get down!”
>>”Cmon Anon! I know you’re tough and all, but you might fall.”
>”Since when are you afraid of heights, Dash?”
>>”Hey! I’m not afraid of heights, I have wings. You on the other hoof, don’t.”
>”Pfft. I’ve been climbing trees since I was seven.”
>>”Just get down!... P-please?”
“C’mon Anon! Dash never says please!”
>”Oh just come up here!”
>>”I can’t!”
>Rainbow Dash tries to fly up, gets a little in the air and falls back down.
>>”See?! Now c’mon down, before you get hurt.”
>”Alright here, jump and do that again.”
>>”Why?”
>”I’ll pull you up, just do it.”
“That’s dangerous!”
>Rainbow Does as she’s told, jumps into the air and beats her wings as hard as she can.
“Don’ listen to him!”
>Anon wraps his legs around the branch hanging upside down.
“Anon! Watch out! Yer gonna fall!”
>He reaches down and grabs Rainbow Dash’s hoof, and pull her up upside down.
“Now yer both gonna fall!”
>>”Anon! This is kinda scary, I-I can’t fly and we’re upside down!”
>”Jeese, just relax.”
>Anon expertly places Rainbow Dash on the branch, then grabs and pulls himself up.
>”Calm down, enjoy the view.”
>Anon grabs the sitting mare and seats her on his legs.
>’This stallion! Look at him! Mawkin’ ol’ AppleJack!’
>’Look ‘ere Apple Jack, ya COULD be Rainbow Dash, but you couldn’t e’en get yer hat down, don’ e’en try to climb this tree!’
>’Lookee me AppleJack! Ah don’ even have wings, but ahm up here! Are ya frustrated?!’
>’Look at that whorse! Givin snuggles ta just anypony!’
>>”You alright AppleJack?”
“AHM FINE!”
>>”You sure?”
“COURSE AHM FINE! AH AIN’T MAD! WHAT COULD MAKE YA THINK THAT?!”
>”Well your cheeks are puffed out, for one.”
>You scrunch angrily.
>This stallion is really get you mad, and his little cockbeaten Rainbow Dash.
>>>”Rainbow Dash!”
>Derpy [spoiler]:^)[/spoiler] flies quickly towards the tree holding Anon and Rainbow Dash.
>>”Derpy?! Slow down!”
>Unfortunately, Derpy doesn’t slow down.
>>>”WOOAH!”
“Watch the tree!”
>She smashes headfirst into the tree just above the sitting Anon.
“Are ya OK sugar cube?!”
>”Darn it Derpy!”
>>>”I’m fine! And stuck!”
>Derpy’s rump sticks out of the brush.
>Anon picks up Rainbow Dash and sits her next to him.
>Then he stands up on the branch he was sitting on.
>>”Anon! Careful!”
“Anon! Sit down! Ah got a ladder somewhere!”
>”Oh chill out.”
>And with that, he simply reaches up, and frees the grey Pegasus.
>The he sits back down, holding Derpy on his lap like Dash was, and starts cleaning the leaves from her.
>’Look at that! E’en the hay brain gets more than ya!’
>>”You OK Derpster?”
>>>”Ya I’m fine Rainbow Dash!”
>”So what’s up?”
>>>”Anon is! No wait, wrong eye!”
>Anon smiles warmly at her. Who, awkwardly stares back.
>>>”You look really good today, Anon!”
>”Thank you Derpy, and you’re adorable as always.”
>Anon scratches her belly, causing Derpy to stick her tongue out and scrunch.
>’Look at him! He’s a bigger whorse than cousin Breaburn!’
>’Takin advantage of poor simple Derpy.’
>’Just needs a good kick to the apples, like Granny did to Brea. That’ll fix him right up.’
>>”So why did you call me?”
>>>”I did? Oh yea! I did!”
>>”Yes, you did. What do you need?”
>>>”I don’t need anything! But Twilight asked me if I could ask you to go to the Castle.”
>”Probably has something to do with that magic disruption she was talking. Say Derpy, how come you can fly?”
>>>”I can?”
>Derpy stands from Anons lap and leaps flapping her wings.
>She promptly falls down, landing on her belly.
“Oh my! Are ya ok Sugar cube?!”
>>>”I’m fine Apple Jack!”
>You help her get up, and clean the dirt from her.
>>”Get me down Anon!”
>”Alright, hold on.”
>Anon holds Dash, jumps off the branch and does a roll on his landing.
>”You guys need to chill out.”
>>”I should go; Twilight might need me for something important.”
>”See you later Rainbow Dash. See ya Derpy, careful next time.”
>>>”Bye Anon! I will!”
>And the two Pegasus trot away.
>”She won’t.”
>Leaving you Alone with this darned stallion, who’s over his head.
>Giving you the perfect time to give him a piece of your mind.
>Sure he might cry a little, but like Granny says about ‘Mac
>‘Keep em on a short leash, and kick em a few if they try ta get away. It’s fer their own good’
>’It’s fer their own good.’
”Now listen he-“
>*SMACK
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>Your wrist is starting to hurt.
>The pony squeals, and now your ears hurt.
>You stuff a finger in your ear and shake it to relive that weird itching feeling you have.
>Missing the pony violently turn around in a cloud of dust
>”What the hay! Anon!”
>Before you could say anything, the pony continues.
>”What in tartarus is wrong with ya?! E’ery day since ya got here! Ya jus’ can’t act liak a decent stallion for a second!”
>She’s mad, her face is in a scowl you’ve never seen and her eyes stab yours.
>You would be afraid if she wasn’t half you height, and didn’t look adorable with her cheeks puffed out and her hat backward on her head.
>She steps forward and you step back, she continues.
>”E’erwhere ya go! Ya can’t respect a stallin’s place for a e’ven a second! Ya walk into the bar walk right past the stallions and straight ta the strong cider. Can’t ya understand that ain’t safe fer a stallin?!”
>You’re still not what she’s on about, you wish you asked Luna more about how spanking ponies would play out.
>You really should have remembered that emotions are a physical entity in Equestria.
>AppleJack steps forward and you take another step back.
>She glares harder, continuing.
>”Ya go to the castle liak ya got the biggest teats on the train! Ya go right to the princess, an don’ e’en bow to them liak yer supposed to! ‘With all due respect Ah don’t bow ta things, princess’ liak that’s yer place ta decide”
>She looks furious, with each word she gets madder and madder, her voice is really loud and you’re not sure if you should be legitimately afraid.
>Continuing
>”We go to Can’erlot for official business! An ya ignore the room made for ya ta ‘get down to business’ liak ya had a place among mares! Don’ ya get yer supposeta sit in yer room and talk ta other stallions!”
>AppleJack takes another step forward, and you continue retreating.
>You’re confused to what she’s saying, and if she’s speaking for others or just her mind.
>”Ya come ta me ta help fix the barn, all ah told ya to do was pass me nails when ah need ‘em! An’ what do ya do?! Ya go ahead and build half the darn thing through lunch!”
>She stomps forward, anger filling her eyes, and you see some hue of orange around her.
>”An now ya come ‘ere, bringin down mah hat liak it’s yer place ta be climin trees! Ah know ah ain’t the best at climbin trees, but that don’ mean ah wouldn’ta gotten the job done. Ah don’ need ya climin that tree! Ah know a mocker when ah see one!”
>You keep stepping backwards, until you back into a tree.
>AppleJack doesn’t stop, she marches on.
>You’re not sure how, but soon enough, you’re sitting on the ground with the mare over you, looking at you with fire in her eyes.
>”Ya know what’s the worst par’?! Ya whorse trickin’ others with yer slut charm! Simple Pinkie jus’ want’s ta see ponies smial! Rainbow ain’ no saint but she means well, and look what ya did ta the two of em!”
>She continues gazing down, and you’re sure a magical aura is forming around her.
>You’re also sure the magic should be much stronger with the amount of passion and emotion AJ is putting into it.
>”Now ya trick Twi liak one of yer party mares! Rarity coul’n’t get through to ya with her words! Not e’en Flutter can’ control’ no animal liak ya!”
>She finally leans her head back, before saying in a voice you didn’t think ponies where capable of.
>”WHO THE RUT DO YA THINK YA ARE?!”
>If the air from her voice was denser, you’re sure it would have left a print on your face.
>AJ has reached peak anger you think, the aura around her is almost opaque.
>You stare into her eyes; her pupils are dilated, and may as well be stabbing you.
>Before you can do anything, she raises a hoof and before you know it.
>Your head is forced to your left, and you feel the sting of a shoed hoof on your jaw.
>Equestria must have made you tougher, because you’re sure AJ didn’t hold back with the look on her face.
>You taste a slight taste of metal in your mouth, but other than some after shock, it doesn’t hurt too bad.
>You turn back to stare the pony in the eyes.
>Her breathing is intense, and deep.
>You’re honestly not sure, but the look on your face is probably one of confusion, and you raise an eyebrow.
>You notice the aura around her is gone, but around you, the ground is slightly singed.
>The grass slightly darker than the other grass, and the tree lower darker as well from magic absorption.
>You guess she must have used her charged magic in that punch.
>You don’t know how long you stare into each other’s eyes, not changing your face.
>She takes a breath, struggles, and tears form in her eyes.
>She struggles more breathing, her scowl breaks to a frown, and her eyes loosen from anger to sadness.
>She tries to hold them back you think, but she can’t.
>In a moment, she collapses on her rear hoof knees, and looks down on her for hooves.
>She sobs a few times, and raises her left hoof and stares at it.
>She looks at the hoof for a while; you realize there’s a spot of red on it.
>She does too, in another moment her hooves cover her eyes, and she cries like a mare who’s lost someone dear to her.
>You reach your hand and touch your cheek, a small cut, nothing bad.
>The mare sobs deeply but quietly into her hooves.
>You didn’t even know ponies could cry like this.
>You're a sucker for a crying face and so you try to comfort the mare.
>Placing a hand on her shoulder, she quickly reacts and tries to move away.
>Scooting backwards on her rump, her tear soaked eyes staring at you apologetically.
>You move closer, but she slides faster, trying to get away from you until she slips and ends up on her back.
>You don’t let up, and quickly catch the escaping mare, burying her face in your chest.
>Tears almost instantly soak into your shirt.
>You’re not sure if you should say anything at all, so you let her cry.
>Why the fuck did you listen to Luna?
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>”Ah’m sorry! Ah’m sorry!”
“It’s alright.”
>The mare profusely apologises while crying her eyes out.
>”Please don’ be mad at me!”
“I’m not.”
>You don’t know how long it’s been, but the blood on your cheek has clotted.
>”Ah didn’t mean ta hit ya! Ah-ah just couldn’ stop mah self!”
“Don’t worry, I’ve had worst.”
>”No! It ain’t all right!”
“No, believe me; I worked construction for a while.”
>”Ah jus wanna do the right thing an’ this happen!”
“I know, AJ you try your hardest. Don’t worry, everything is ok.”
>”It ain’t ok! Ah jus’ wanna keep muh friends safe! An’ ah can’t e’en do that! Ahm the worst pony!”
>You want to honestly try to comfort her, but you don’t know what she was mad about or what she’s crying about.
>You think it’s guilt for hitting you, considering physical assault is unheard of in Equestria.
“Come on AJ, you’re not the worst pony.”
>”Ahm ah really not? Ah yelled at an’ hit mah friend. Ain’t that what makes a bad pony?”
>The pony looks at you with tear filled eyes, and the most miserable face you’ve ever seen on a pony.
“No you’re not, you just make mistakes like everyone else.”
>You try to speak in your most comforting voice and try to keep the honest confusion out of it.
>The pony sniffles a few times, and gently sobs.
“Thank you, Anon.”
>You hug the mare.
>She sniffles and sobs a few more times, before calming down.
“Say, Apple Jack.”
>”Y-yes sugarcube?”
“What where you mad about any-“
>Before you can finish.
>*BANG*
>A spectacular light show rises over the crystal castle in the town.
>Like fireworks exploding.
>Except the firework ball is the cutie marks of the 6 friends.
>Despite being day, the marks are clearly the most visible thing in the sky.
>”The beacon!”
>Apple Jack looks at the sky in awe.
“Some kind of signal?”
>”It’s an emergency signal! Twilight said the castle only launches the beacon, when a great emergency is at hoof!”
>She speaks with purpose again, back to her old tough farmhand self.
“This is probably about the magical disruption thing she was talking about. It may be important.”
>”We havta get to the castle! Twilight needs us.”
>AppleJack wipes the tears from her face and fixes her hat.
“Alrigh, lets go see what’s going on.”
>You stand up, dust yourself off, and fix your clothing.
>The two of you charge for the castle, side by side.
>You didn’t expect to get caught up in so much, this morning.
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>The girls stand around the crystal map, staring hard at it.
>The map seems a bit dull, lacking its usual glow and sparkle.
>”Spike! Take a note!”
“Alright, alright.”
>You hardly pay attention to what Twilight says, writing notes is second nature to you.
>After a lengthy two and a half-page ‘note’ you put the quill behind a spine on your head.
>RD:”Where are the princesses?”
>Rainbow Dash impatiently asks, while still trying to fly.
>TS:”I-I’m sure, they’re on their way! They have to be! Right? Right?!”
>Twilight paces nervously back and forth; you can just see her hooves scratching the nice clean tile you spent hours doing.
>RD:”Well, they better hurry up! I can’t be the best flyer in all Equestria, if I can’t fly!”
>Rr:”Please darling! Relax. I’m sure the princesses will be here any moment... Right Twilight dear?”
>TS:”Yes! Of course! They have to be! He he. They probably just caught some headwind from Canterlot!”
>RD:”Fine. Then where the hay are Anon and AJ?”
>Rainbow Dash looks condescendingly.
>You roll your eyes, and take another gem from your bowl and crunch on it.
>TS:”I DON’T KNOW!”
>Woah, looks like Twi’s about to snap.
>Maybe you should head over to sweet apple acres and hang out with Mac.
>Maybe hooves is home, but that dudes a weirdo.
>Besides, Mac doesn’t like him.
>Though, those two going at it would be pretty funny.
>Just until this stuff blows over.
>PP:”Don’t worry Twilight! I’m sure they’ll be here aaany moment!”
“So, do any of you know what the problem is?”
>TS:”NOOOOO-OOO-OOOO~!”
>Twilight’s scream sounds like a whine.
>Rr:”W-well, we know it’s some sort of magical disruption. Right darling?”
>TS:”Yes… some ponies can’t fly, all unicorns are having a hard time doing magic, earth ponies are feeling weak...”
>RD:”The weather ponies say clouds aren’t staying together, and aren’t following Pegasus winds. They’re following the normal wind though.”
>FS:”Some of my animal friends are acting different, Mr.Bear tried to eat Angel, Opal and Winona won’t stop fighting, and I saw a wolf chasing a little bunny.”
>PP:”Some poor ponies cutie marks are going loopy! You know how hard it is to cheer up a construction pony who can’t hit nails right anymore?!”
>Rr:”Magical devices are also not working, darling. The fountain in the square has stopped working; the water just won’t flow up the magic trail anymore.”
>Anon:”So basically, things are getting closer to the Everfree forest?”
>TS:”Anon!”
>RD:”Anon!”
>Rr:”Anonymous!”
>PP:”NONNY!”
>FS:”anon…”
>The entire room calls the humans name at once.
>Anon:”Elements of harmony, I’m AiE.”
>Come to think of it, Anon is a weirdo too.
>AJ:”What?”
>But he’s a cool kinda weirdo, like fun weird.
>Anon:”Nothing.”
>You know, hooves is pretty fun too.
>TS:”Never mind that! Anonymous! What are you saying about the Everfree?!”
>Mac is too harsh on him.
>Anon:”So, weather can’t be controlled anymore, animals are trying to predate on each other, water flows down. Basically the natural world is straying away from magic, just like the Everfree forest.”
>Maybe you should help them get along.
>Celestia:”That’s an interesting theory Anonymous dear, but I’m sure there is a simpler explanation for all this. Why don’t you help Spike get us snacks? And we’ll take care of this.”
>Wonder what Mac thinks of Anon.
>Luna:” Sister, we’re sure Anonymous may has't a point we may miss.”
>It’s amazing how these sisters are arguing one minute, and best friends the next.
>You’ll never understand mares.
>Celestia:”Oh shush Luna. Now hop to it, Anon, and don’t put salsa on the chips, put it on the side.”
>Anon looks right at princess Celestia.
>Anon:”How about no?”
>Darrrn.
>You forgot how viscous Anon could be. You know not to talk back to the princess of all mares, but Anon’s cow faggotry knows no bounds.
>The other ponies look in shock, Pinkie and Luna clearly trying to hold back laughter.
>Princess Celestia’s face is red, a combination of anger and embarrassment.
>Luna:*PFFT*”He! He!...He!”
>Celestia:”What! Is so funny, Sister?!”
>Luna:”Nothing sister, we just remembered an old humorous parable.”
>Celestia:”Oh, did you?! Do share!”
>Cadence:”Aunties, please. We should be focuseds on-“
>Celestia:”No, no. Let Luna tell her parable.”
>Luna:”We think it would be beyond you.”
>Celestia:”Try me.”
>Cadence:”Aunties!”
>You quickly walk out of the room towards the kitchen, before things get too heated.
>You swear, mares are weird. And Anon.
>Worst part is, you’re catching on to ‘tongue and cheek’ as Anon calls it.
>Hope it won’t keep some nice mare from you, you hope you won’t say anything you didn’t mean to.
>You enter the kitchen; you always get dizzy at the size of this place.
>This is too big a place for you.
>The larder has 12 shelves, there are cupboards stacked on cupboards, the stove is too tall.
>What is this? A kitchen for dragons?
>Well, bigger dragons.
>Either way, while it’s flashy, doing anything in this kitchen takes too long.
>You want a manageable kitchen; you’d go crazy spending time in here, like you’re supposed to.
>You start gathering different snacks, as you were told to.
>Having Anon here would actually be helpful.
>He’d probably have helped if you had asked. He doesn’t respond well to orders.
>Mac is a magician in a kitchen; he just knows where everything is and how everything works.
>Come to think of it, you don’t really like kitchens.
>You like sleeping, eating and tagging along with Anon when he does his thing.
>Like that time he found a tunnel and you went exploring while Anon wore a funny hat and carried a hatchet.
>That was fun, kitchens are not fun.
>Probably shouldn’t tell Twilight about that.
>She’d panic and start going on about being bad at raising you.
>She even once tried to get a colt friend just to find someone to teach you.
>That was awkward.
>Almost as awkward as trying to carry snacks and drinks for 10 ponies.
>Anon:”Luna do you agree with this?”
>Luna:”We aren’t as skilled in magic as our sister, however we believe her theory holds water. Though I have doubts.”
>Anon:”Such as?”
>Celestia:”Anonymous, is it really your place to be-“
>Luna:”Silence sister. There’s Spike with the snacks.”
>Celestia:”Ahh, good. The walk was tiring.”
>Anon:”Walk? You guys didn’t fly or take a carriage?”
>Celestia:”All our carriages said they were having a hard time flying.”
>What are they even talking about?
>Cadence:”We flew for a while, it was more tiring than normal. Aunt Luna wasn’t having as much of a problem.”
>Luna:”We are the most physically capable of the royalty.”
>Celestia:”Says who?”
>Luna:”You know who, and how many, sister.”
>Celestia:”SISTER! Anonymous and Spike are here.”
>Luna:”Apologies. However, it's true. we wast having a hard time flying. Except us. Until, ponyville was in our sight, then we simply fell out of the sky.”
>Anon:”Fell out of the sky?”
>Luna:”Aye.”
>Anon:”Hey Rainbow does that sound familiar.”
>RD:”Yea, all the Pegasus are having a hard time flying. Only ponies with cutie marks even have a chance.”
>Celestia:”Anonymous, dear. I know you’re trying to connect this to your crazy theory, but believe me, this is a mere coincidence.”
>Anon:”Rainbow Dash, Weather ponies, Luna. Once is a mistake, twice is a coincidence, third time is a pattern.”
>Celestia:”It’s not a pattern!”
>Anon:”How does Pegasus flight work?”
>Celestia:”I don’t see how this is relevant to the discussion.”
>Anon:”Could someone just tell me?”
>RD:”Yea, they teach you in the first week of flight school. The egghead stuff comes before the cool stuff. We use something called ‘soft magic’ we controls the surrounding air gently, to do what we want.”
>Twilight lights up and starts speaking.
>TS:”Soft magic is scientifically known as ambient magic, it is always present around magical things.”
>Anon:”Do magical things radiate ambient magic?”
>TS:”No, things don’t radiate ambient magic. It’s a interaction between the magical thing, and the outside.”
>RD:”Ugh! It’s like being back in flight school.”
>Celestia:”This discussion is interesting and all, but it’s not really important right now.”
>Cadence:”I agree, we’re not getting anywhere.”
>Luna:” Just hush and see whither it goes.”
>TS:”Only the intelligent creatures have any degree of magical control. How birds are capable of flight is one of science’s greatest mysteries.”
>Anon:”Is it?”
>Sometimes, you think Anon knows more than he lets on.
>RD:”Yes, birds have no magical control, yet can fly as well if not better than most Pegasus. Same as bats, flying insects and a few other creatures.”
>Anon:”But soft magic works in the Everfree, right? How else could ponies fly over it?”
>Twilight would tell you not to worry about it.
>Celestia:”Knew it.”
>Luna:”Hush!”
>TS:”Soft magic doesn’t work in the Everfree, that’s why all the weather follows it’s own laws. In order for Pegasus to fly in the Everfree, they must use active magic. Hard magic. That’s why flying around the Everfree is so tiring.”
>Oh brother, it’s like being back with her during her school days.
>Rr:”I don’t know where you’re going with this, darling, but I have the hunch you’re going to say that whatever is happening, has stopped soft magic.”
>Anon:”Yea, that’s what I was working towards.”
>Rr:”But what about us not being able to pick up anything with our magic?”
>TS:”Well, certain magic control, blurs the line between ambient magic, and active magic. Telekinesis is a controlled type of ambient magic, semi-active magic. It’s why we can’t pick you up with our magic.”
>Luna:”Or otherwise.”
>Cadence giggles at Luna’s comment.
>Anon just eyes her, and smiles a knowing smile.
>Twilight looks away, and Rainbow dash clearly blushes.
>TS:”A-Anyway. Spells like Telekinesis, have a pony enhancing their ambient magic using active magic, to manipulate objects. How well an object is manipulated depends on the skill of the user.”
>Anon:”How does the horn of a unicorn play into magic?”
>TS:”The horn is simply a conduit that extends the range of magic. All ponies can do magic, it’s just skill that decides how far or how much and what their magic they can do.”
>Anon:”So, both ambient and semi active magic stopped working? What about active magic?”
>TS:”Active magic is magic that is forced by a user on to things. An example is pretty much all combat related spells. Shields and healing magic too. It’s why these magic’s are so tiring.”
>Luna:”It wouldst be difficult to judge the condition of such magic. As most pony originated magic is a hybrid of magics. Tis wherefore only those with appropriate cutie marks can practice active magic.”
>TS:”That’s true. We would have to find a magical creature, who has magical skills, and has no cutie mark. Otherwise we’re at a loss.”
>Celestia:”This is madness! We’re all ignoring a very simple reasonable explanation and chasing shadows!”
>You were almost asleep until Celestia yelled.
>Cadence:”I don’t know Auntie. After hearing this, maybe we should investigate.”
>RD:”Yea, well where the heck do we find someone good at magic and not a pony?”
>PP:”Maybe we can put a big sign! And have a ‘Searching for someone good at magic without a cutie mark’ party!”
>Rr:”I don’t think that would be a rapid solution, darling.”
>AJ:”Ah got nothing.”
>FS:”Wh-what about Discord?”
>Fluttershy, who had been quiet until now, speaks up.
>Cadence:”Hmm, that may work.”
>TS:”Yes, we should ask Discord.”
>You should try hanging out with Discord maybe.
>RD:”Discord? Can’t we find someone reliable?”
>He’s a fun kinda weird, right?
>AJ:”Unless ya got a better idea dash, ah think we ought ta just go for ‘im.”
>Rr:”Applejack is right, Discord may be, err-...”
>Rarity almost says something, but instead eyes Anon and changes her mind.
>Rr:“But he is our best hope right now.”
>PP:”Besides! Maybe he’ll make more chocolate rain!”
>Oh yea, he’s a jerk.
>Anon:”What do we know about discords magic?”
>Celestia:”Next to nothing. And that’s why it’s a terrible idea.”
>Luna:”Now sister, that is not all true. We know f’r fact Discord only uses active magic. Tis wherefore he is so hard to magically control. We know nothing of how or whence he gathers the energy to constantly use active magic.”
>Celestia:”And I doubt he’ll tell us.”
>Anon:”He will if Fluttershy asks.”
>Rr:”Fluttershy, darling. Where is Discord at this time?”
>FS:”I don’t know, I sent him off this morning because of my... Erm... condition.”
>TS:”Do you know where he could be?”
>FS:”He said he needed to find the perfect music for a friend. He could be at the theatre; he was there yesterday, and the day before. I swear that’s all he does.”
>Anon:”Seeing as this is the only real lead we have, we should probably head to the theatre.”
>Celestia:”NO! We should stay here! Maybe call discord, but I’m sure we’re missing a simple explanation. A wild goose chase is a bad idea!”
>Luna:”All those in favor of following Anonymous, raise thy hooves!”
>Every pony, except Celestia puts their hoof into the air.
>Celestia:”You too?!”
>Cadence:”Sorry Auntie, Anon may be right.”
>Celestia:”Fine! Lets see how much time we waste.”
>TS:”Alight, let me just prepare my notes and books.”
>PP:”And snacks!”
>You’re genuinely amazed at how Anon can put up with these mares.
>Half the time you were confused, and the other half asleep.
>A bunch of mares disagreeing seems more chaotic than discord.
>Why don’t they just stay quiet about it?
>Either way, Anon didn’t fold. 
>You should probably learn a thing or two from him.
>But right now, you’re glad he’s leaving.
>The other mares will follow him. Plus, those shoes leave marks like no hooves can.
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>Luna:”So, how many did you get?”
>Luna whispers to you while you lead the group to the theater.
”5.”
>Luna:”Who’d you miss?”
“Yellow quite. Don’t ask about it.”
>Luna giggles.
>You notice Celestia speed up and overtake you.
>Luna:”You know, she just put herself in your reach.”
>The princess says teasingly.
“Not in front of everyone. I have standards.”
>Luna:”Hehe. Don’t let her hear that.”
>Celestia:”Quite down back there! We have a serious task ahead of us!”
>Luna:”Gee sister, nay fun allow’d.”
>Celestia:”We can have fun AFTER this is all fixed!”
>The two of you chuckle, but do quiet down. Save for the few mumbles and whispers.
>The group moves together towards the Ponyville Theater.
>The theater was built after Twilight’s castle to make the city more ‘inviting to the princess’.
>Unfortunately, due to budget constraints, the theater is very small and not very impressive.
>But the princesses never actually visit it, so it’s ok.
>The minute your group is inside the theatre, an angry voice calls to you.
>>”Finally! Hello princess.”
>Celestia:”You were expecting us?”
>>”Well yea, you’re here to take away discord right? Damn colt has been teleporting in bands all week. he’s stopped since this afternoon, though. Not that I’m complaining.”
>”Fluttershy said he was looking for some music for a friend.”
>>”I dunno, he’s been bringing in musicians from all over! It’s been going on for a week; we can’t keep up business like this.”
>”Alright, we’ll try to talk to him.”
>>”That Colt and his bands, I don’t care, just get them out of here.”
>You finish up with the stressed theatre manager, and enter inside the performance area.
>Discord sits in the first row in the center, surrounded by musical instruments and scared looking ponies, griffons, Minotaur, and many other creatures.
>Some Pegasus band plays on stage, while their lead stallion sings a love song.
>Discord looks bored with his head leaned on his claw hand.
>FS:”Discord! What are you doing?”
>Fluttershy quickly approaches discord like a mother.
>Discord:”Oh my dear friend Fluttershy! I’ve been toiling away in the name of friendship!”
>”Discord, what are you talking about?”
>Discord:”Humph. One would think the princess of friendship would understand the struggles one must go through to foster a friendship.”
>”NO! I totally understand. J-just tell us the problem?”
>Discord:”I will not speak of such matters with you.”
>The Draconequus turns his nose up into and air.
>”You don’t have to! We understand.”
>Celestia:”Actually, Discord –If I may-. We were just wondering if you could help us.”
>Discord:”And WHY would I take my limited time to help?”
>Celestia:”W-well, we just need to test this CRAAZY theory that Anonymous has-.”
>Discord:”Anonymous!? Hah! Now there’s a fellow you can always rely on. Where is he?”
>You never knew Discord liked you this much.
“Over here.”
>Discord:”Ahh! Anonymous! Take 5. And work on your high note son!”
>Discord speaks to the band on stage; the singer gives a dirty look before walking offstage.
>”How have you been honored friend?!”
“Pretty good. What’s this you’ve set up here?”
>Discord:”Oh, it’s for a friend. I’m not sure you would understand.”
“Try me.”
>Discord:”I have this friend. She’s fallen on a bit of a rough spot, and I –as a shining example of a friend- wish to make her feel better.”
“Define rough spot.”
>Discord:”W-well when it’s all said and done, I suppose it was my fault. I said I would give her the best music to grace her ears on her birthday. The song I presented was –well- below expectation.”
”So now you’re listening to every song possible to find the best?”
>Discord:”She said she would not speak to me until I had presented her the greatest song ever sung.”
“Alright? Good luck with that.”
>Discord:”Yes, thank you for listening. It has been a frustrating task, particularly with this blight on my magic.”
>”Blight on your magic!? Yes go on about that!”
>While she’s not subtle, you want to thank twilight for getting him to shut up.
>Discord:”Oh! Since you mares will never shut up about it.”
>Discord snaps a few times.
>Discord:”As you can see, some sort of terrible curse has fallen upon my magic. It just won’t work.”
>Celestia:”I’m sure there is a reasonable explanation for this!”
>Luna:”Sister, you mustn’t stall interrogation.”
>Celestia grrs and walks a bit further away.
“So you can’t do anything? Do you feel alright?”
>Discord:”Well, mostly no. I cannot do anything. However, sometimes, if I use a lot of energy something can happen. However the something isn’t controllable.”
“Like?”
>Discord:”Well I accidentally turned a colt’s hair into cotton candy. It was for the better really, that do was so, tacky.”
>Discord grimaces.
>Discord:”Fella hasn’t stopped screaming since.”
>Luna:”doeth you feel tired, aft'r performing magic?”
>Discord:”Now that I think about it, yes. Strange, I never feel tired after using magic.”
>”How do you obtain energy to use magic anyway?”
>Discord:”From you of course.”
>”Me?”
>Discord:”All ponies. Do not fret, I only take spent magic, and unlike changeling I can feed on all forms of magic and emotions.”
>Guess that explains the chaos.
>Discord:”Oh I understand now. Pony magic has died down as well, am I right?”
>”Yes, that’s what we’re investigating.”
>Rr:”It seems that some sort of disturbance has caused magic black outs of sorts.”
>Discord:”Anonymous. How do you feel?”
“Perfectly fine.”
>Discord:”Yes I can see that.”
>Well he did say he feeds on emotions.
“Alright I guess. So?”
>Discord:”I believe I can help you Anonymous. I once created a device that can be used to measure magic and magical anomalies.”
>”The discordian meter?”
>RD:”But doesn’t that thing only measure chaos?”
>Discord:”My mouth is dry, Anonymous explain.”
“I have only an outsider perspective into magic, but I think Discord is saying magic is chaos?”
>Discord:”Close my friend. Magic and chaos are just two sides of the same coin.”
>Like mass and energy?
>Discord:”A creature using magic is simply using controlled chaos. And a creature creating chaos is through magic.”
>”But what about non-magical creatures? And those of the Everfree?”
>Discord:”Any creature that makes their home outside the Everfree has some magic in them. Maybe not intellectual, but they have instinctual understanding of magic.”
>Discord looks away and thinks.
>He surprised you. You thought he would pull some pranks crack some bad jokes and leave more confusion or be useless.
>Discord:”As for the Everfree. We have an expert on the subject. Anonymous, tell us how non magical environments operate.”
“Well, simply natural laws. They just follow the laws of biology.”
>”Can’t you be more specific?”
>Discord:”We lack a common reference. Tell me Anonymous; are there flying creatures on your world?”
“Sure, birds, bats, insects.”
>Discord:”And how do they fly?”
“If I remember right from physics class, aerodynamic effects. Particles of air striking the leading edge of a wing and deflecting down and up create high and low pressure areas above or below the wing. The angle of attack decides the location of the low pressure area, and it’s relative strength to the high pressure.”
>”I don’t understand. How does this help us discord?”
>Discord:”Birds come from the Everfree forest. Even those living outside of it and capable of understanding magic use what the Everfree taught their ancestors.”
>”And that’s why we don’t know how bird flight work.”
>Celestia:”This discussion is interesting and all, but it doesn’t help us get to the problem. Discord, can you help us or not?”
>Discord:”We will continue our discussion, for now. We should discuss getting my device.”
>Celestia:”What do you mean, ‘getting your device’?”
>Discord:”Well, after the incident with my friend, I had tried to make it up to her and gave her my device.”
“And we have to get it back from her?”
>Discord:”I would do it myself, but as it stands I cannot reliably use my magic.”
>Cadence:”If I may ask, Who, is your friend?”
>Discord:”Uraltdra.”
>Luna:”The dragon?!”
>The ponies look alarmed.
“Is she important?”
>”She’s the one thing all dragons fear.”
>Luna:”She is ancient, wise and respected.”
>RD:”No one ever told you of the stories? No one messes with her.”
>Cadence:”Legend says if you go to the entrance of her lair and play to her, and she likes it. She will grant you a wish.”
>Discord:”She always did have a sweet spot for music. No one ever takes up her offer and plays anything for her.”
“You think we can get the device if we play something?”
>Discord:”Perhaps. If she likes it enough, she may reward you beyond your wildest dreams. But that is a big if.”
“Alright, then let’s do it.”	
>Discord:”’let’s go?’ ‘Let’s go?!’ I’ve been here all week looking for the perfect song, and found nothing! NOTHING!”
“Yea, but I haven’t’ had a shot yet.”
>Discord gives you a blank stare.
>Then he looks away and thinks for a second.
>Discord:“Fine. I have to save the 27th band I sent to her anyway.”
>You all turn to the exit and begin walking.
>>”Oh thank you all so much!”
>Luna:”Thou art most welcome!”
>Luna walks next to you again.
“Next time you tell me to do anything in my dreams, I’m not doing it.”
>Luna:”What do you mean?”
“Nothing.”
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>Walking for a couple of hours, the group approaches a mountain range.
>Celestia:”She’s just here? It’s pretty close to ponyville.”
>Discord:”She is merely visiting. She’s normally back home in the dragon lands.”
>In single file, they walk up ancient eroded steps.
>Just under the summit, is a cave that looks like it was carved out some immeasurable time ago.
>Anon:”What are these?”
>Some artistic carving long eroded by savage mountain winds. A picture of what seems to be a story.
>A small humanoid creature, traveling hard paths. Faded forests, damaged lakes, and cracked tunnels.
>At some point the hero looks up to a giant dragon.
>Everything before the beginning and this point is too faded to understand.
>It looks like the story isn’t over, but there is no sign of any more carvings.
>Celestia:”We can look at ancient art later. Right now, we have an angry dragoness to speak with.”
>They continue into the cave.
>Uraltdra:”You better keep practicing! You’re not leaving until I hear something sweet!”
>Discord:”That would be her. Prepare to introduce yourselves.”
>They enter a giant decorated chamber in the cave.
>Unlike most dragons that pile their treasure and lay on it, the treasure in this cave is spread as decoration.
>There is a plinth in the center of the room where a large dragon sits.
>Uraltdra:”Discord! This band better be bringing me some music! Or I’ll make a flute out o-. This isn’t a band is it?”
>Discord:”Uraltdra! My friend! These are my friends: Twilight Sparkle, the princess of magic. Rainbow Dash, Rarity.
>PP:”I’M PINKIE PIE!”
>Discord:”My best friend Fluttershy! Apple Jack, pri-“
>Uraltdra:”I know who the princesses are you fool.”
>Celestia:”It’s been a very long time.”
>Uraltdra:”One and a half millennia, to be exact. You really let music go in your time. Where have you been sister?”
>Celestia:”Busy, so what’s this about?”
>Uraltdra:”Discord didn’t tell you?”
>Luna:”He claim’d, of a birthday gift gone wrong.”
>The dragon eyes discord, who smiles back.
>Uraltdra:”A couple months ago, Discord was on a losing streak in a game of stones. So he bet his possessions. Anyway, he wants them back so I told him to bring me the greatest song ever and he may have his stuff back. At this rate his stuff may become a permanent addition to my bedroom.”
>Discord:”Well, I left our irrelevant details.”
>Uraltdra:”So you brought friends to try to convince me? Not going to work discord.”
>Discord:”NO! I wouldn’t dream of cheating you! I brought someone who may have the perfect song.”
>Anonymous steps in front of the princesses.
>Anon:”Hey. I’m Anon Y Mous. Call me Anon.”
>The dragon looks seriously at the human, bringing her head to his height, and moving close him.
>She sniffs him, and looks curiously at him.
>Uraltdra:”You’re not from here? Sir Anonymous.”
>Anon:”Just Anon is cool. And yea, I’m from earth. Don’t ask me how I ended up here. I have no idea.”
>Uraltdra:”I see. Will you be playing for me? We would love to hear what you have to sing, Sir Anonymous.”
>Anon:”Yea, I’ll try to impress you.”
>Uraltdra:”You’re kind doesn’t need to. The other band is in that room. We look forward to listening to your people sounds.”
>Celestia:”I will stay here and catch up if you don’t mind.”
>Luna:”Take your time sister. We shall be fine.”
>Uraltdra:”Why don’t you stay as well, discord?”
>Discord:”W-well. Ok.”
>The group heads down a short hallway, towards a room where some music is playing.
>Anon:”Luna.”
>Luna:”Yes?”
>Anon:”How do we know she’s going to hand over discords thing if she likes the song? Her beef’s with discord, I don’t know how you gods like to do things.”
>Luna:”I suppose there is no way for us to know, but what other choice do we have?”
>Anon:”Steal it.”
>Luna:”And how do you suggest we do that?”
>Anon:”They’ll probably turn the lights off during the performance, so while the music plays, you guys work by candle light, and while the dragon is distracted go to her room and take it.”
>Luna:”That is crazy, dangerous, and probably a long shot. Sounds good to me.”
>Anon:”Do you know what we’re looking for?”
>Luna:”The meter? Yes, everypony knows what it looks like, or at least a general concept of it.”
>Anon:”Alright then. Good luck moon butt. And don’t tell the girls it was my idea.”
>Luna:”I’ll form a plan with the others. You go speak to that band. Good luck ‘Sir Anonymous’.”
>The princess stops the other ponies and begins planning with them. Anon walks further down the hall to the band.
>Anon:”Alright, we have a crazy dragoness to please. Follow me if you want to live.”
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>Giddy Guitar”And you think this plan will work?”
>Anon:”Is it worse than what you’ve been doing for the past 7 hours?”
>GG”Good point. I don’t want to listen to a colt, but I think he’s right girls. Let’s just see how this goes.”
>Crash Cymbal”Really, Giddy? You’re just going to listen to him like that?”
>GG”It’s worth a shot. If it doesn’t work we’ll just end up back here. And we’ll have somepony to blame.”
>Bari:”Eh, worth a shot.”
>Keyboard:”Sure, whatever.”
>GG:”Alright, ‘Anon’ let’s hear what you have to say.”
>Anon:”Let’s get to work.”
>A few hours later.
>Bari:”One more practice run?”
>GG:”I think we’re as ready as we’ll ever be.”
>CC:”I hope you’re right Giddy. I don’t want an angry dragon on our hooves.”
>Anon:”Lets move then.”
>The group walks back down the hall towards the dragon’s chamber.
>Anon:”Luna! Are you guys ready?”
>Luna”It took some convincing, but I think we’re ready. What about you?”
>Anon:”I haven’t touched a guitar in years. We’re going to find out.”
>They all walk back to the chamber.
>Twilight nervously eyes the dragon as Anon approaches to speak to her.
>Uraltdra:”You are ready? Excellent, I look forward to your music.”
>Anon doesn’t even flinch as the dragon gets up, towering over him.
>Uraltdra:”Please, Sir Anonymous. Take my stage.”
>The dragon steps off of her plinth.
>Anon and his crew walk onto it, and set up their instruments.
>The Celestia and Discord wait curiously and eagerly.
>The ancient dragon waits giddily for the music to start.
>Luna and her ponies are positioned ready to take advantage of the distraction.
>The group is soon ready.
>Anon eyes Luna, then the dragon, finally his drummer.
>The drummer uses her sticks to count down.
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>A drum beat starts up, followed keyboard rhythm.
>The saxists soon joins in with the guitarists.
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dPJVSd3tq9A
“Son you better be ready for looove. On this glory day!”
>The dragon is immediately pleased, she focuses in on the human.
“This is your chance to believe. What I've got to say!”
>Anon looks her main audience right in the eyes. Making sure to hold her attention.
”Keep your eyes on the sky. Put a dollar in the kitty.”
>Luna: “Any second now. I hope you are all prepared.”
>RD : “This better work.”
>Luna: “I’m sure Anon’s idea will work.”
“Don't the moon look pretty?”
>AJ:” This is Ah’nons idea?!”
>Luna: “That’s our signal, Move! Hurry!”
>The second group quickly slips away from the others who are too busy enjoying the music.
“Tonight when I chase the dragon!”
“The water will change to cherry wine!”
“And the silver will turn to gold!”
>Rr: ”There’s nothing here princess!”
>Luna: “Check that room! Keep looking, we haven’t even gotten to the bridge!”
“Time out of mind!”
>The ancient dragon wears a dumb smile while swaying her head to the music.
>Anon makes sure to keep her eyes on him.
“I am holding the mystical sphere. It's direct from Lhasa!”
>TS: “I think this is her room!”
>Luna: “Well search it! We only have a few minutes left!”
>The princess is beginning to panic, and doubting Anon’s plan.
“Where people are rolling in the snow. Far from the world we know!”
>RD: “There’s too many closets!”
>Luna:” Search faster!”
>AJ: “We’r goin as fast as we can!”
>Luna:” Well go faster!”
“Children we have it right here. It's the light in my eyes!”
>The dragon lost in the music, stays glued to Anons eyes.
“It's perfection and grace”
“It's the smile on my face”
>She blushes and looks away for a second.
>Anon panics for a split second, but keep his Cadence.”
“Tonight when I chase the dragon!”
“The water will change to cherry wine!”
“And the silver will turn to gold!”
>Luna: “Have we checked that one!?”
>FS: “I-I think so! I-I don’t know.”
>Luna: ”check it again!”
“Time out of mind!”
>The dragon looks back on stage, and Anon sighs in relief.
>However, he realizes that Celestia is looking around, and probably has noticed her sister missing.
>Anon realizes he must play the bridge.
>Luna: “Check the drawers!”
>He stumbles some notes, not having used a guitar in years.
>PP: “CHILDREN WILL HAVE IT RIGHT HERE!”
>TS: “PINKIE PAY ATTENTION!”
>Despite his lack of skill, the dragon stayed glued to Anon through the bridge.
>Celestia has also returned to focusing on stage.
“Children we have it right here!”
>PP: “FOUND IT!”
“It's the light in my eyes!”
>TS: “It’s in a case!”
“It's perfection and grace!”
>Luna: “Destroy it!”
“It's the smile on my face!”
>Luna: “Sweep it under the bed! let’s go!”
>The team rushes back, as quickly as they can.
“Tonight when I chase the dragon!”
>They trip and rush through the cavernous halls.
“The water will change to cherry wine!”
>Luna quickly stashes the device into Pinkies hair.
“And the silver will turn to gold!”
>The team step out into the large hall, just as the song is about to end.
“Time out of mind!”
>They stand back where they were before.
>Huffing and puffing, as the music fades.
>Anon finally stops staring at the dragon, and instead gives his friends a smile.
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