>"Come on. Move!" >Twilight Sparkle stares angrily at the wriggling mass of flesh trapped inside a glass dome on her desk. >The recently ascended princess flips through her notes before sighing in frustration. >"Chaos Worms are supposed to… cause chaos!" >*Poke* *Poke* >She prods the bunch of invertebrates in an attempt to cause a reaction. >… >Nothing. >*Yawn* >"I guess I'll just have to finish this experiement tomorrow." >The purple p0ny huffs out of her workroom, leaving her little experiment to pulsate alone in the dark. "Ha ha ha ha ha…" >Your form silently shifts back into it's usual discordant physique, and you gleefully toss the lampshade from your disguise off frame. >As you wring your hands menacingly, the Chaos Worms take note of their master and begin to spell out a phrase. >HEY_BOSS "Not very poetic. I'm frozen in stone for… how many years?" >*Slither* >1,037 "Right, 1,037 years- and that's all you have to say?" >MEH "Ooh, I have missed my sarcastic slimeballs so much!" >You pat the mound before bringing your face close to eye your minions. "Hmm… One of these things is not like the other, one of these things is… >A quick tap on a Chaos Worm and a bright flash later, a single worm is- "GONE! Ah ha ha ha! This should take that pretentious princess down a peg… asus wing… *snort* or two!" >The Chaos Worms crawl into position as you guffaw to yourself. >1,037_YEARS_IS_A_LONG_TIME >*Slide* >YOUR_SENSE_OF_HUMOR >*Slide* >IS_OUTDATED_A_BIT >… >You really should teleport them into the sun for that. >They're just lucky that you are more interested in causing some chaos, and a missing mound of mucus-eaters may cause more mayhem with Sparkle than you can manage. >That, and Celestia didn't exactly enjoy the last time you teleported a throbbing piece of meat inside her. >With your task completed, you give a final laugh before warping back to Canterlot. >This should be fun. >*Chirp* *Chirp* >The morning sun casts its rays over the hillside at Sweet Apple Acres prompting the birds to begin their early song. >For you, however, work started thirty minutes ago. >"All right, Anon. We only got three acres ta harvest today, so enjoy the slow day!" >You chuckle quietly to yourself. >A 'slow day' huh? >An orange mare taps her hoof impatiently beneath you as you collect some straggler apples hanging high in a tree. >She starts walking once you jump down and dump your small collection of fruit into the wagon behind her. >It's hard work here on the farm, but hey, what can you say? >You love apples. >It's one of the few Equestrian foods that you can regularly enjoy with others, and the work manages to keep you in shape. >Really it's a win-win. >*Crack* >Applejack bucks another tree, causing it's products to fall into the wagon. >"Anon." >You nod to the earthp0ny and swiftly climb the tree, once again picking the few remaining apples hidden amongst the leaves. >It's nice working with AJ, she has an almost perfect buck, occasionaly missing only 3 - 5 apples per tree per kick. >Big Mac has a better record, but is not as much fun to work with. >Still, he's much better than Applebloom. >The one time you worked with her, she got almost no apples on any buck. >You snuck around the backs of the trees and hit them the same time she did to get her a better yield. >She was just so excited that she was bouncing off the walls at the end of the day. >Sure, you might have collapsed when you got home that night, but seeing that little filly smile so big… >Well, sentimentality isn't something you like to devote time to. >… >It was worth it though. >You return to the world of the working and jump back to the ground. "All clean, you got 'em all that time." >Applejack adjusts her stetson and grins. >"Ah told ya' Ah'm gettin' better. Might not need ya' pretty soon…" >She winks at you, letting you know that she's joking before she pulls the cart to another tree. *Crack* >Up you go. >For the first few branches, everything seems fine. >Then you see it. >A great, big, juicy red apple, right near the top of the tree. >You climb up next to it and pluck it with a satisfying snap. >It's almost too beautiful for words. >The skin texture is smooth without being glossy and the- >*pop* >A worm burrows out of the apple and wiggles, almost as if waving at you. >So much for beautiful. >You bleakly toss the apple over your shoulder, taking care to not have it fall into the wagon. >One bad apple and such… >"Oh, Anon! Giving me gifts already? You do move fast." >The whole world seems to go quiet as you slowly turn to face your unsolicited guest. >Fluttershy is licking the apple. >Licking might not be a strong enough verb actually, slobbering seems more appropriate. >Sensing that things are about to get wierd- >"Mmmmm *Slurp* Mmmmmmmm" >… > -er, you climb down the tree. >"What took ya' so long, Anon?" "Sorry Applejack. Looks like you got everything in this tree too, on to the next one?" >The farmp0ny raises an eyebrow before nodding. >"Well alright then." >The rest of the day goes by without incident. >Fluttershy must have thought fruit licking or something equally stupid was your fetish. >God, every day with that fetish crap! >When Applejack had first described her to you, she made Fluttershy sound like some kind of p0ny Jane Goodall. >But in reality, she's just a animal enthusiast with a creepy obsession for you. >You might have taken it as misguided affection, but ever since the swimsuit incident she's been getting worse. >She's woken you up at 3:00 AM before to "serenade" you. >Others would say she tried to blow you while singing, again, at 3:00 AM. >And the Twinkie incident- *Gag* >"You ok there, sugarcube?" >Applejack places a hoof on your back and hands you a cold mug of cider. "Heh heh, yeah." >You take a swig of the sweet beverage. *Glup* "Ah~ Just, remembered something bad. How are we looking?" >The orange farmp0ny frowns and downs a few gulps of cider from her own mug. >"Well, the summer harvest is almost over, but we still have a fourth of the total crop ta' do." >She sighs, frustrated, before sitting next to you on the Apple family porch. >The glow of the setting sun transforms the orchards into beautiful shades of red and orange. >You close your eyes and breath in the delectable scent of blossoming apples. >Now would probably be a good time. "Hey Applejack, I-" >"Anon! Hey, Anon!" >Applebloom runs around the corner of the house, dressed in a garish mask and cape. >Behind her are her cohorts and fellow fillies, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle. >Both are, of course, wearing their own masks of equal, and somehow in Sweetie Belle's case; more, garishness. >You know something bad is about to happen, but just look at those faces! >How could you run and hide from those? "Yes? What is it?" >The trio arrive at the porch side and begin speaking at Mach 5. >"We know how we can get our cutie marks!" >"Yeah! All we need to do-" >The orange pegasus moves to the left. >"-is become…" >Sweetie moves to the right. >Each strikes a dramatic pose that would embarrass Captain Ginyu himself before screaming in unison. >"Cutie Mark Crusader Luchadores!" >… >Thi- >You- >Wha- >… >Applejack's and yours stares of confusion must have been some kind of silent GO! switch, because the young p0nies spring into action. >"Get him!" >All three of the Cutie Mark Crusader Luchadores tackle you. >"I, La Campana, will take his leg!" >Sweetie Belle hugs your leg in an adorable attempt to suplex you. >"I, Aventador de el Arco Iris, will take his stomach!" >Scootaloo grapples with your abdomen. >"And I, La Manzana" will take his head!" >Applebloom tugs at your neck. >Their antics cause you to burst out in laughter. >"Girls, get off've Anon! He and Ah were talkin'!" >The trio groan and release their 'strangle hold' on you. >"We were just tryin' ta' get our cutie marks… Now we'll never know if this was how we'd do it..." >Defeated, they hang their heads and sulk. >Uh oh, sadness… >Not something children should have to deal with. "Bwa! HA! HA! You niñas thought you could defeat-" >You quickly take of your shirt and take out your pocket knife. >A few cuts here, a few tears there, and you've done the mask of- "El Mono Mano!" >You wink at Applejack and she shakes her head while chuckling. >The CMCL's faces light up as you rush towards them, flexing theatrically all the way. >Guess it wasn't the right time after all, but that doesn't matter… >All three luchadores grab your right shin and attempt to lift you. >Playing along, you and throw yourself over them, landing in a puddle of mud near the water pump. >You can always show Applejack later. >Laughter rolls over the hillsides as the smiling faces of three little fillies outshines even the brilliance of the evening sky. >[Later that night] >"G'night Granny." >You shut Granny Smith's door and trot over to Applebloom's room to check on her. >She's sound asleep. >Playing with Anon really tired her out. >A grin spreads across your face as you return to your room for the night. >He's really great. >How he manages to have so much energy at the end of the day, you'll never know. >Crawling into bed, you picture him in his silly outfit. >White mask stained with mud and sweat. >His strong build glistening in the sunlight… "Woah there girl, back up!" >You shake your head to get rid of the image. >What are you doing? >You can't just imagine something like THAT with someone. >Besides, Anon would never- >You curl up under the covers of your bed. >With you… >… >At least you will see him again tomorrow.