>"Okay Anon, let's get something to eat. Since you were such a good filly, you can choose." a tired Twilight said, glancing down the street to find a crosswalk
>Hmm….
>What to eat?
>Pizza sounded pretty good. What about-
"Let's go to Buck. E. Cheese!" you exclaimed, tugging at her foreleg
>Her face dropped like a rock
>"Oh, you don't want to eat in that stinky old place. There's a nice burrito resturaunt a couple of blocks down, I can-"
"I WANT BUCK E. CHEESE!"
>"Anon, please, let's eat somewhere nice just this once-"
"I WANT BUCK E. CHEESE! REEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
>Twilight scowled down at you
>"Anon, that's not how you get something you want."
>You decided to change tack; if she didn't give up in the first few seconds, it usually didn't work
>You dropped to your knees(?), holding your forehooves up in a praying-like fashion
>"P-please mommy? I was a good filly, and good fillies need to be rewarded." you stuttered out, hiding an subtle threat
>She thought it over, undoubtedly playing some 9k chess analyzing motivation, impact, bargaining tools, weather patterns…
>She turned her head down and shook her head
>"I'm gonna regret this…"
>That sounded good
>"We can go IF you clean your room when we get home."
"Deal!" you answered before she could change her mind
>Dumb bitch, you could just shove it all under your bed. 


>Be Princess Twilight Sparkle, Guardian of Harmony, Princess of Friendship, savior to the world a dozen times over, magical scholar beyond pony comprehension, a literal demigoddess
>You sat in a dirty booth in a shit-tier resturaunt, watching Anon jam bits into an arcade machine that had been there since before she was- well, before when she would have been born, at least
>All while waiting for a greasy, undercooked pizza coated with foul cheese
>Well, at least you had your book
>You'd barely had two minutes of reading when you felt a familiar tugging
"...Yes, Anon?" you asked, repositioning the book so you could look down at her
>"I need more bits, please." she asked, actually using please for once
"I just gave you ten bits five minutes ago!"
>"Well, I really, really want that miniature pool set." she pointed towards the prize counter in its plasticy glory, a 4000-ticket box featuring a cheap-looking toy billiard table on the cover; it was probably 18 inches by 12 inches, and 4 in height. It seemed to stand on six legs which also served as the holes for the marble-sizes balls
"I could just BUY you one of those at home for a tenth of the cost of winning it."
>"Pfft, account buying is for scrubs."
>...
>"So I rushed and used almost every machine and did a little math." You saw a little pad of paper and pencil hiding in her hoof, "Now I've calculated the cost vs. return ratios, and that machine", she pointed a hoof towards some contraption with a hemisphere top and moving lights, "will pay out the most bits."
"Let me see that."
>She handed over the paper, and you read it over, expecting a bunch of guesswork
>She had graphs calculating payouts based on likelihood, multiplying ticket value by probability, tables comparing machines, even graphs on long-term results based on probability distribution, even trigonometry used for some machines that used spinning (that's a good trick, BTW)
>At the bottom of the paper was a scratched-out section trying to calculate force needed to get a skee-ball in the central hole, but had been abandoned as no exact, reliable value for friction could be determined and angle was impossible to find without knowing the function of the alley or climbing on top of the machine and drawing a Riemann graph
>Huh, you'd forgotten how advanced her knowledge in math was
"...Well, since you worked so hard on this, I guess you deserve a few more bits" you answered,  Anon's eyes lighting up at the prospect. You fished some currency out of your purse and slid them onto the table.
"But the pizza will be here soon, and I don't want you becoming a slot junkie."
>She had raced off as soon as you'd finished, grabbing the money in one swift motion and going straight for said machine

>Anonfilly piled her tickets onto the prize counter
"Pick what you want, sweetie." you encouraged her
>It didn't really matter, it would fall apart in a few days tops, or get lost under a piece of furniture.
>"I wanted the table" she said to herself sadly, rather loudly
>"I'm sorry kid, but you can't always be a winner." the stallion behind the counter said in a dismissive tone
"...What did you say?". 
>Surely you misheard him
>"Well, y'know, sometimes foals just can't win. They may as well give up."
"Excuse me??? I want to speak with your manager." you demanded vehemently
>"Uh... I'm the manager right now lady. The head's not gonna be back for a couple of days. If you want you can talk to him then."
>...
>Maybe you should just buy the whole fucking franchise and fire this shithead.
>You looked into your purse, seeing only a handful of bits remaining
>Nobody tells your daughter what she can and can't do
"Where's the nearest ATM?"


>Be Anon
>You were surrounded by a massive pile of tickets, now only a few dozen short of the prize
>The sun was lowering over the horizon now, which you could tell from the orange-ish light shining onto the floor through the windows
>You pushed a bit into the spinning machine, waited for the ball to move to a stop into a hole in the board, and collected the tickets dispensed oncemore
>This was almost addictive
>Were there casinos in Horselandia?
>"Sweetie, are you almost done?" you heard Twilight ask from behind you, bored but still determined, reading a second book and occasionally counting the winnings you added to the 'Recent' pile
"Almost, just a few more spins."
>"Okay, I'll take these tickets-"- a large mass of pink paper floated overhead, "and get them counted." She kissed you on the cheek for good measure, and you tried not to blush
>That pool table would be yours


>You approached the counter with the remaining tickets in your mouth
>You spat them out onto the counter, where the now mildly pissed-off worker was finishing counting the fruits of your labor
>"3981, 3982..."
>Purple turned to you with a smile and nuzzled your mane with a hoof
>"Now you see Anon? You can accomplish anything you put your mind to."
"Mmm-hmm."
>Twilight was right
>You COULD do anything you wanted.
>If you were rich, that is.
>And you were.


>"Alright kid, you've got 4015 tickets. What would you like?" the worker asked gruffly
>Could probably only count to 40 without using pen and paper
>Brainlets GTFO
>Well, time to cash in on your efforts and get that plastic billiard set
>You gazed over the various prizes one last time
>Or...
>A devious idea formed in your head
"I want four hundred and one bouncy balls."
>You saw Purple's right eye begin to twitch erratically

>"Haha, that's a good one Anon." Twilight tried to laugh it off, "But you still want the pool table, right?"
"No."
>"Anon, be reasonable, that many-"
"I want balls!" you demanded, ready to fall onto your back and commence kicking and screeching
>"Nonny, please, mommy's had a hard week, and she's very tired-"
>You made a quiet but high-pitched growling noise, ready to REE at a moment's notice
>She must have heard you, and gave up with that tired expression of defeat
>"*sigh* Four-hundred-and-one bouncy balls, please."
>The counter worker just looked at her with pity 

>The employee hauled two large cardboard cases onto the counter, marked with various ID codes and a label prominently featuring "200 JUMBO BOUNCE TOYS" and information on the manufacturer
>"Alright, here's all of them." he paused. "Oh, right."
>He grabbed a ball from the case and slid it over to you
>Each ball was about an inch in diameter, semi-translucent and colored differently, sometimes a mix between two colors, with a rubbery texture
>"Nonny, maybe you should reconsider the pool table? You're just going to lose all the balls anyway." Twilight pleaded
"I have four hundred, I don't care about a few losses."
>The stallion was about to hand you back five leftover tickets, but you gestured them away with a hoof.
"Keep the extras as a tip" you winked at the stallion
>With your eye you fucking pervert.

>"Alright Nonny, let's go home." Purple said, eager to leave the stained carpet and loud foals running around and arguing over whose turn it was to play one of the various machines.
>The place had really filled up in the past hour.
>Twilight magicked the boxes over to the two of you, and you spent the small moment before teleportation to relish your victory.
>Bribing the worker to be an asshole was your best idea yet.


>Be Starlight Glimmer
>You stood afore the Friendship castle doors, eager to have some fun
>Anon was apparently out of the castle for the day, so Twilight had invited you over for 'a good time'
>Ever since the last date things had slowly escalated between the two of you- privately, of course
>The things she could do with her horn
>wetcrotch.jpeg
>She was also very... kinky
>The most obvious being her MILF fetish
>But not banging a milf like any normal pony
>Being the milf
>Didn't really matter though, it was just a little foreplay
>You rap the doors twice with a hoof, and Twilight audibly teleported into the foyer
>But instead of immediately opening the door, you heard her positioning herself for your arrival
>The door swung open, and Twilight stood wearing an apron, leaning against the wall on her back hooves in a position she imagined was seductive.
>"Oh my, you're here so early. Why, I haven't even started dinner yet." she said in a sultry tone
>She'd been very specific about the time. 
"Well  *ach-hem *" you coughed, playing along, "you could always buy your foal pizza"
>"That'll work. Anon looooves pizza.", still in that porn-star voice
>This was honestly the weirdest foreplay you'd ever been a part of.
>Weirder than the mare with the 'capitalist-converting-commie-with-sex' one
>Twilight moves aside and back onto four legs, walking towards the staircase
>"I just need to finish a couple of chores before I'm... ready."
>You walked up the staircase to the third floor, watching Twilight's butt shake with every step
>theasswasfat.png
>You reached the hallway where her bedroom was, but instead of going straight to her room, she stopped at the door to Anon's room (???)
>"I just need to clean up my filly's things." she said in that breathy 'seductive' voice, swinging open the door
>Peering inside, the floor was scattered with toys that had obviously been placed there intentionally by Twilight, too equidistant and too randomized
>She bent over, grabbing each toy individually and putting it in a toy chest at an excruciating slow pace
"Here, I'll help." you volunteered, eager to get to the lewd
>"Oh, I'd love some... help around the house, it's so hard being a single mother." she replied over her shoulder, emphasizing the last word and slightly wagging her hips
>You bent over to pick up some sort of toy, but didn't pay attention to your hooves while doing so.
>Your forward-left hoof landed on some sort of ball, and slid out towards your hind legs
>To make matters worse, in attempting to recover from the loss in balance, your right foreleg stretched forward, landing on another rubber ball, which also shot backwards 
>'How many of these things did Anon have?' was your last thought as you rapidly fell forward, banging your forehead against the surprisingly-sharp corner of said toy chest with a *thunk!*
>You could hear Twilight rapidly spin on the soft carpet
>"Glimmer? Glimmer, are you okay?" she worriedly asked in her normal voice
>You roll onto your back, feeling a warm liquid trail down your face, right below your horn. Through your dizziness you manage to feel a significant amount of pain
"I- I think I need to go to the hospital."
>Twilight sighed in both dissapointment and resignation
>"Alright, I'll teleport us in." 

>Be Anon
>Sitting in school, bored out of your mind
>Learning about long division
>God, it had been so long since you'd used that; you'd actually forgotten about its existence
>You'd reached the point where you could just approximate values in your head and fill the remainder like any good engineer
>stemmasterrace.png
>You'd put on the earmuffs you'd been given for 'auditory sensitivity issues' and were drawing with crayons
>The rest of your class had already been told you were autistic
>You look over to Aryanne at the other side of the room
>Aryanne, Aryanne, wherefore art thou Aryan?
>She was such a cute.
>Looking straight at the teacher, not noticing your gaze
>Fuckin Purple, splitting you up because you said 'zigger'
>You turn away, not wanting to be creepy
>(Christian) God, when when would you be allowed to leave?
>Your life was so boring
>Twilight was probably having so much fun right now


>Be Twilight
>Sitting in Glimmer's hospital room
>Both of you were snootle-deep in books, not wanting to talk or even look at each other out of embarrassment
>Pussyblocked by bouncy balls
>You knew those were gonna bite you in the flank someday
>Just as you reached the chapter wherein Felix Faust challenges Lightheart to a wizards' duel, the curtain was dressed aside, a familiar nurse looking at a clipboard
>"Okay, so it says here that she suffered dermal damage and a concussion after hitting the corner of a chest" Redheart said, "And you've obviously been bandaged below your horn, so it seems your primary treatment has been applied. Do you have any headaches? Any other symptoms"
>"Just a little headache. Nothing to worry about." Glimmer answered nonchalantly
>"Alright, well I'm gonna discharge you Ms. Glimmer. I recommend reapplying those bandages every three hours, or when they show signs of deterioration. And if your headache gets worse, or you show any more symptoms, come straight back here. Got it?"
"Yes Nurse Redheart" you answered, eager to get home."
>Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for lewd if you sent Anon to Button's house
>Nurse Redheart pulled out a wheelchair from the hall, pushing it next to Glimmer's bed
>"Now I know you don't need this, but hospital policy states that all patients must be wheeled outside."
"I understand. Are you ready Glimmer?"
>"Yep. Let's get going."

>Be Anon
>You slammed open the door to the Friendship Castle, tired after a long day of doing nothing
>Button couldn't play because his mom had to go to work early since it was a Friday
>You had a backup plan with Snips, you just had to tell Twilight where you were going
>She wouldn't say no to you making friends
"TWIIIILIGHT! I'M HOME!" 
>...
>No response. Maybe she was on a friendship quest
>You trot over to the kitchen, eager to dive into a plate of freshly-baked cookies
>Purple was going to make some today; she had told you so while you were snout-deep in your Chocolate Frosted Hay Bombs
>You hop onto a stool and peer over the counter
>There were a couple of pans with unbaked cookie dough scooped out into spheres
>No cookies???? This was foal abuse!
"TWIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILIIIIIIIGHT!!"
>You heard a muffled response
>"Where....you...need...hurry.....upstairs!"
>You gallop up the stairs, ready to confront your abuser
>NO choccy-chip cookies? What an outrage!
"Hey! Where are you???"
>"In the guest room!" you heard a voice echo
>Eventually you reach the guest room (damn huge crystal den) and swing open the door to see GlimGlam laying on the bed, with Twilight replacing some sort of gauze on her forehead
>You decide to take initiative
"...Twilight, what is wrong with you?"
>The verbal attack registered no response from the collar, as expected
>She turned her head, a very displeased expression taking over her face
>"Excuse me???"
"You promised cookies. The only thing keeping me going today was the thought of biting into fresh, chocolately cookies when I came home."
>Glimmer looked out the window, suddenly enraptured by Ponyville's architecture
"This is basically the Holocaust. Except I don't deserve this."
>Twilight tilted her head in confusion
>They didn't have a Holocaust? What did they do with the griffins?
>"Anon, I'm sorry, I had to go to the hospital. I know I made a promise; I'll make it up to you."
"...Choccy milkshakes?"
>She rubbed the top of your head with a hoof
>"Chocolate milkshakes. Now I need you out of the house, I'm giving Starlight a... friendship lesson. Hopefully."
>You were fine with that.
>Time to initiate the next step of your master plan

>Be Anonfilly
>Under a bright sun, you stood in Ponyville town square, mounted with a heavy saddlebag
>In the left pouches, your combined savings for being paid to go to school by purple
>In the right, ~one hundred bouncy balls
>After a few moments enjoying the breeze, your partner arrived, hoofsteps clopping against the dirt road, foreshadowing a dangerous assignment rife with peril, but with the promise of great reward 
>"Hi Anon." Snips said in that pre-pubescent whine
"...Hey."
>You had made contact with the operative
>"You ready to play?"
"Yep. Let's get going."
>The two of you turned towards the shadow looming over you
>Ponyville Pub

>Be Snips
>Anon was dragging you on some 'secret-ageent mission'
>She was okay, but you were only being nice to her because she was handicapped
>"Okay, take the ordinance." she murmured in a harsh accent through a brown bag bursting with balls
>Celestia she was even doing voices
>You used your mouth to grab the bag out of her mouth
>"Go in." 
"Mm-fmmm?" you stuttered
>Repositioning the bag in your mouth, you managed to speak out of the side of your mouth
"Why am I doing this?"
>"The owner's lazy, he'll put off work as long as possible."
"...What has that got to do with anything?"
>"That's only for us who see the big picture to understand. You just do your mission and exit Area Zero." 
>You take the package and swing open the door to the pub

>The large room was filled with tables, and a long bar sat against the side wall, stereotypical arrangement and amenities around
>The barkeep looks over at you, giving a smirk
>"Kid, I hope you have ID"
"Imm justfm needfm to use teh bffmroom. Inna ffhurry!!" you said, feigning agitation
>"Oh. Okay. It's just over there." he said, pointing towards the corner with a rag-covered hoof
>You head into the bathroom and shut the door with great haste
>You wait a few moments and  flush the toilet, slamming open the door
>As you head towards the door, you 'trip', spilling two dozen colorfu; and indeed bouncy balls spill over the floor
"Oh buck! I- I gotta go! I'll come back for these later!" You yelled, blitzing out of the room as instructed
>As you exited the bar into the warm sunlight, you turned your head to find your 'new friend'
>Anon was leaning against the wall next to you, pretending to be cool
>"Did you accomplish your mission?"
"Yeah."
>"Good. UNATCO has no further directives. You have permission to go."
"...Go where?"
>"...I dunno.  Go home? Play with some other friend?"
"Uh... alright."
>Anon clacked her hooves together
>"Now for the second act."
>Were all autistic foals like this?
>Whatever, now you can play with Snails

>Be  Tipsy Tab 
>You leaned against the counter, reading the Foal Free News
>Fuckin' Diamond Tiara being a shithead again
>Reformed by ass
>The balls still laid on the floor, already forgotten
>When they'd first been spilled, you'd figured you'd let the colt pick them up. It was HIS fault they were there
>Maybe right before busy hours you'd pick them up if he didn't show
>You heard a *ting-a-ling* and turned to the door, sighing upon seeing another stupid foal coming in
>Green coat, black mane. Definitely a cute.
>No pedo though.
"Kid, do you even know what this place is?" you asked out of annoyance
>"I need to use the potty!" she asked
"Over there by the dartboard." 
>She ran across the room, and then you knew you'd fucked up
>She slipped on a couple of the bouncy balls, careening over and hitting her head violently against the ground
"Buckbuckbuckbuckbuck" you exclaimed worriedly, moving out from behind the counter and next to the filly's side
>You couldn't afford a lawsuit!
>She could sure for tens of thousands. Maybe more!
"Kid? Y-you alright?"
>Maybe she was fine. Maybe she wouldn't be able to recognize brain damage.
>"I-I don't feel good. My head hurts."
>Shit
>"Yeah... I was gonna go to the music shop today, but I remembered I need a hundred more bits. Maybe- maybe I'll just go to the hospital instead."
"No!" 
>She looked at you quizzically 
"I- I mean, I'm feeling generous today. Why don't you take a hundred bits from me? Anything to support a young musician."
>You rushed back to behind the counter and opened up the till
>You had just enough to cover the bribe
>You return with a hoofful of bits, placing them by her side
>The fily began scooping them into her saddlebag, rolling back onto her feet when she was done
"D-dya still want to use the bathroom?" you asked
>"N-no, I don't need to pee anymore."
>She limped over to the exit
>"Buh-bye mister." were her last words before shutting the door behind her
>You plop down into a barside stool
"I need a drink."


>Be Anonfilly
>You waddled in the Music Emporium, saddlebags empty of balls but full of bits
>A mare with a gray coat and black mane sat behind a counter, looking bored but pleased as she jotted musical notes down on a piece of paper
>She had a classy red velvet vest on, with a name tag reading "Octavia"
>She probably sucked lots of Cocktavia in college
>"Welcome to the Music Emporium, what's your tune?" she said, face brightening at your arrival 
"I want an instrument."
>"Well, you're rather forward. What kind would you like?"
"..I want something really loud, and preferably easy to play."
>"Well, I wouldn't say any instrument is 'easy' to play...
>LMAO music majors think their field is hard
>"But I think brass would be a good place to start." she said, leaving from behind the counter
>You followed her into a  corner of the shop filled with tubas, saxophones, trumpets, and similar instruments
>However, these instruments were modified for pony use. They were mostly attached to a harness on the barrel of the horse, with the mouthpiece suspended in front of the mouth with a brass bar. The bulk of the instrument was on the body to maintain balace. The buttons were controlled by attachments to the legs wherein small movements would open and close valves
>no_half_life_3_triggered.jpg
"Which one would you recommend for loudness? I want everyb- everypony to hear me."
>"Well, I'd say either the trumpet, ortuba fill your needs best, at least in brass. But don't isolate yourself in here, look at every type-"
>No, everyone knew brass was loudest
>But should you go with a loud or deep tone? 
>You decided on deep
"I'd like a tuba, please."

>"Are you sure you don't want to even TRY it first?" Ocatavia asked as you returned to the front of the store
"No, I'm good."
>"And you don't want to consider a nice viola, or-"
"I've already decided, quit trying to sell me up a more expensive instument."
>She huffed at that
>"Well, we have a 30-day return policy, so if you aren't satisfied, please remember to bring it back before then."
"Okay." you answered, nodding your head
>"Now, for your lesson plans, we have-"
"Oh, I'm not gonna need lessons." you interrupted, eager to leave
>"Are you sure? Because everypony-"
"Just ring me up, okay?"
>She seemed annoyed, probably due to your dismissal of her trade
>With a ding and many bits being filled inside a cash register, the transaction was complete
>Let the nightmare begin

>Be Twilight
>Starlight was definitely looking better, the bandages had been removed and the bleeding had stopped
>She looked pretty good, aside from the scrape on her head
"So... Glimmer, how're ya feeling?"
>"Uh, I'm fine Twilight."
"So... do you wanna pick up where we left off, or..."
>Glimmer paused, as if thinking it over
>"Well... I was hoping my bed rest could be more... in-depth" she answered with a dirty look
"Well, tender loving care IS my specialty. Do you need me to kiss your boo-boo? Where does it hurt?"
>Glimmer pretended to be embarrased as she pointed towards her crotch
>You leaned forward, eager to plant your lips against her tight, moist pussy
>Finally, the two of you could-
>'BRAAAAAAAAMMMFFF!!!'
>You burst back in confusion, wondering what the hell that was
>It clearly came from outside the room, so you bolted towards the door, practically knocking it off its hinges as light emanated from your horn and onto the crystalline floor
>You paused, with only the gentle shimmering hum of your magic filling the silence
>"Twilight? Do you know what that was?" Glimmer asked, edging towards you with her horn also aglow
"Well, we both heard it, so it must be something."
>'BRAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMFFF!!'
>"I think that's coming from around the curve down this hall"
"Anon!"
>You teleported outside her door, about to lay out some punishment
>On who was undecided
>You rap on the door once so you could claim you had knocked
>The door swung open wildly, and you prepared for the worst
"Don't you DARE touch my-!"
>Anon was alone in the middle of her room, wearing some kind of contraption-
>Oh no.

>'BRAAAAAAAAAMMMMF!' rang the instrument on her body, which did nothing to help your mood
"...Anon... what... is... that?" you asked, your body almost shaking
>"It's a tuba. I knew that I wanted something from the brass section, so it was either this or a trumpet. There was also a saxophone there, but only retards think sax is brass."
"Why did you think it was okay to buy that without asking me first???"
>Not only had you been vagblocked, but now you had to deal with this shit
>"Remember when you came home from Rainbow's house a few days ago and were really tired? You said I could get one of these to encourage my creative pursuits and give an outlet for my rambunxious energy."
>That did sound like something you would say
>Did Anon know you had gotten drunk?
>You weren't even really drunk though, just a little tipsy
>She didn't know that, how could she?
>You could sense Glimmer behind you, peering over your shoulder
>Either that, or staring at your flank
>theasswasfat.png
>''BRAAAAAAAMF'!' the tuba blared oncemore, ringing dully against your ears
"Anon! Stop that right now!"
>She looked downcast, ears lowering against the sides of her head
>"...Is something wrong?"
"You can't just annoy and aggravate everypony with horrible noise just because you want something! It's inconsiderate and selfish!"
>"I'm sorry Twilight... I can see why you want me to stop, my passions are too annoying and inconvienient to you. I'll just go back to the store and return this."
>Fuck you couldn't do this to her
>You extend your hoof horizontally, blocking her path
"Tell you what Anon, we can decide on a schedule for you to play your tuba. But for right now, can you do something else?"
>"Sure!" she said, hugging your foreleg in that way that always made your heart melt
>After she had let go, you turned to Glimmer
"So, heh, let's get back to business?"
>"I, uh, I've actually got to go now.  I've got to see a friend."
>Dammit
"Well, maybe tomorrow?"
>"I'm sorry, but I'm also pretty busy this week. Maybe we can continue on Sunday?"
>Sunday? You couldn't wait that long!
"Oh... okay. Well, later." you waved with your hoof awkwardly
>You listened to Starlight's hooves clop against the floor, slowly diminishing in volume
>"Did I do something wrong Twilight?" you heard Anon ask from behind you
>You had to make sure she really wanted this, and wasn't just trying to annoy you
"Anon, do you REALLY want to learn the tuba?"
>"Yes!" she piqued up, looking cute as always in that get-up
>Anon was a good actor, so you needed to add consequence
"With all your heart?"
>"Mmmhmmm."
"Well, I'd hate to have to punish you for this. Why, you'd be grounded for a month!"
>"Oh no, I'd never lie about my passions." she answered, letting out a smaller, quieter 'braaamf'!' with her tuba
"Well, then it's settled. I'll have to get you a music teacher. Let's say, oh, three one-hour sessions a week."
>Her face fell, but she recovered quickly, hoping you hadn't noticed
>"Um, actually, now studies show that musicians learn best when they're self-taught. I have music books, so I can take care of it myself."
"Oh no, you're only getting the best. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll love your teacher. Now go work on your homework." you said, tuning and walking away
>You shut the door to Anon's room behind you and sighed
>Every time you were about to hook up, she somehow interfered
>If you didn't know better, you'd think it was on purpose
>...
>Well, you had better start dinner
>And those cookies, you HAD made a promise

>Be Twilight
>You stood afore the Cutie Map, trying to figure out what could be happening
>That goddamn mark in the south was acting up again
>Before, it would flare up for a few seconds, then disappear
>You and the other Elements of Harmony just figured it was a temporary friendship problem that resolved itself
>Two times in the same place? Coincidence.
>Since last night, that number had jumped to eight
>Only your mark hovered over the map, so it was obvious what had to be done

>You knocked on the door to Anon's room, hoping that she was actually in there like she was supposed to
>"Fuck off we're full."
>You could almost hear the regret in Anon's voice
"I'll be back young lady" you said, loud enough to penetrate the door

>You teleported to the bathroom, hoof already outstretched from muscle memory
>Swinging open a mirror, you reach within the cabinet and grab a bar of soap adorned with bite marks
>You teleported back into Anon's room, peering over the setting
>She was gone, or so it seemed
>Had she tried to escape? It had only been a few seconds, and you didn't hear running
>Turning around, you looked over her desk, and then her lumpy bed
>She never cleaned her room, but even this was excessive
>Moving silently, you reach her sheets with a hoof, and rip them off violently
>Anon was huddled under the sheets, eyes still shut closed
>When she looked up at you, there was a combination of fear, despair, and acceptance in her eyes

>You sit Anon into your lap with magic,  looking down at her cute little face
>"I-it was an accident mom."
"Sure thing Nonny. Sure thing."
>You firmly grasp the bar of soap and shove it into her mouth
>"Mmmf! Mmmf!" she cried out reflexively, her head jerking back and forth in your hooves in miniscule movements
"You don't cuss Nonny. Cussing is for naughty fillies. Are you a naughty filly?"
>"Mnn Mnne!" she cried out
"Bad fillies get punished. You've been punished a lot, haven't you?"
>"Mmhmm."
>Tears were welling up in her eyes
>From the soap, of course
>She loved her mommy, she was just having a hard time expressing it
"But you don't WANT to be a bad filly, do you?" you asked, hugging her tighter against your body
>"Mnn mmnn..." she tried to answer through the bar of soap
"You want to be mama's good little filly, don't you?"
>She didn't say anything this time
>You rock her in your lap for a minute, watching her eyes dim as her mouth acclimates to the taste of soap
>You use your magic to pull out the bar of soap
>You gently  set Anon back onto the floor, who shakily stays on her hooves
"Now get packed. You're going to Grandma's."


>Be Anonfilly
>Just got the best news you'd heard in weeks
♪You were going to Grandma's, you were going to Grandma's♪
>Life at grandma's was awesome
>You got to fill up on junk food and watch movie reels all day
>And of course ice cream
>Lots and lots of ice cream
>Enough to make Purple put you on a diet for a month
>It was funny how nopo- nobody ever called their grandparent's place "Granddad's" or even mentioned him
>Night Light was a professor, so he was always busy grading papers and spreading Marxist propaganda, but still
>Not like it mattered, Velvet was the distributor of food and cheek-pinching
>Finally, things were looking up

>"I'm sorry Twilight, we just can't watch Anon this weekend." 
>Velvet stood in the doorway of her home, clearly having been interrupted in the middle of some task, but antsy rather than rude
>"Why not?" rang Purple's voice, rising an octave in mild panic
>"Well, you see, your father and I are going on a... vacation, and it's really not a place for little fillies."
"I'm a big filly! I'm mature for my age!" you insisted.
>C'mon, one weekend with Grandma was all you were asking for
>"No, really, this is a... personal affair. Why don't you ask your brother? I'm sure Cadance won't mind, and Flurry's got a real thing for Anon."

>Twilight had to drag you away from Velvet, purple magic pulling your hind hooves
"I can just stay in the hotel room and watch movies! I've done it before!" were your last pleas before a familiar purple sphere engulfed you for but a moment

>Now you sat in a well-furnished chamber in the Crystal Meth Castle, hooves not reaching the floor in this adult-sized chair while a now-lukewarm cup of tea sat untouched on the nearby table
>hotchocolatemasterrace.png
>You had nearly given away what you had done in Afetlocka, but Twilight had surely assumed it was an Earth thing
>Hopefully
>And now Purple was canvassing for her brother's help, featuring a long-winded explanation of course
>"-and the Cutie Map has been acting erratically in this area for weeks now, so I think this time it's really serious."
>"Sounds like you've got your work cut out for you" Shining answered awkwardly
>You knew where this was going, and you didn't like it
>"So you'll watch Anon?"
>...
>"Well, uh,  you see, Twilight, we're just not capable of watching Anon this week." Shining answered
>"Why not?" she asked in the same higher-pitched voice she used when dealing with Velvet
"Where's Flurry?" you interrupted, eager to see your 'cousin' again
>But neither pony even acknowledged your existence
>You were pretty neutral about staying here. Cadance and Shining Armor were ok, and you needed to keep redpilling Flurry
>"We just don't have the manpower to watch her." Shining answered, as if you were an SCP or some shit

From the archives of the Tolerate, Befriend, Love Foundation
Item #: TBL-51-LLY
Object Class: Keter
Special Containment Procedures: TBL-511-LY  is to  be primarily housed in [REDACTED] under the care of [REDACTED].  TBL-51-LLY must wear a restrictive magical collar (Hereby referred to 51-LLY-1) magically sealed around her neck at all times. 51-LLY-1 is used to automatically implement Containment Protocol Compassion-1, releasing an incapacitating electrical shock to 51-LLY whenever thoughts regarding extradimensional awareness or acts of betrayal are detected. Non-Foundation ponies are to be told that TBL-51-LLY-1 is worn to prevent and minimize epileptic seizures, as strong electrical feedback causes spasms in TBL-51-LLY; this is supported by medical evidence published by the Foundation to ensure secrecy. As of 2/25/854, TBL-51-LLY-1 has been modified to release electricity sub-epidermally, removing any chance of electrocution to herself or others. Failure of TBL-51-LLY-1 could result in a BK-Class Foundation Reveal event, and thus must be checked weekly.
	TBL-51-LLY must be regularly supervised by ponies of Class-2 mental stability or higher, excluding schooltime and designated playdates. TBL-51-LLY has frequently shown great prowess in acts of deception and manipulation, and is not to be bargained with under any circumstances. Discussions regarding politics, ethics, and personal issues are to be avoided at all costs, as TBL-51-LLY frequently used these topics to confound and disbalance ponies, forcing them to re-examine their worldview and themselves, giving her ample opportunity to escape or manipulate further.		
	However, TBL-51-LLY has shown to also be vulnerable to both strategic and emotional manipulation, which is to be exclusively applied by Princess Twilight Sparkle upon containment failure or under reasonable cause. Additionally, TBL-51-LLY has shown mild fear of large bodies of water after Incident 51-LLY-E. 
	Addendum: TBL-51-LLY is not to interact with [REDACTED] or her family outside of a strictly controlled environment under any circumstances, for both her own benefit and the prevention of a CK-Class Restructure of Equestria event.
	Princess Sparkle is exclusively authorized to use any means necessary to punish or control TBL-51-LLY.  Any attempts to harm TBL-51-LLY not authorized by Princess Sparkle or a majority vote of the P-5 Council are to be met with deadly force.

Description: TBL-51-LLY  is an extradimensional being summoned by [REDACTED] on 10/2/854, incarnated as a notably small and extremely cute green filly with a black mane and tail, aged around nine years old. TBL-51-LLY's biology is identical that of a typical filly, both internally and externally.	
	Her personality and mind remain intact from her prior existence; thus, TBL-51-LLY has exceptional prowess in the fields of math, language, and sciences due to experience in her false form. However, memory leakage is occuring at a logarithmic rate, having nearly stabilized as of this writing; 'core memories', such as that of loved ones or frequent locales, have degraded to a point near inaccessible. 
	Anon frequently uses terminology and phrases unknown to any sentient organisms found in Equestria, undoubtedly from her prior existence in Universe 34R-7H. Upon asking TBL-51-LLY about her word choice, she usually responds "Lurk moar faget", assuming Princess Twilight Sparkle and a bar of soap are not present. Otherwise, TBL-51-LLY's  response is "Google it"." What 'Google' is is unknown, but a link between it and the mathematical term 'googol' is suspected.
	Additionally,  TBL-51-LLY is emotionally instable and will frequently alternate between desires for independence and self-sufficiency, and the need for comfort and love. This is likely due to internal conflict, wherein her adult mind fights against the natural instincts of a child; it is also possible that this stems from a lack of attention from her caretakers in her original dimension. 
	Anon represents a significant threat to Equestrian society should Operation Nurture return no result, but the likelihood of such an outcome is calculated to be less than one percent. Regardless, TBL-51-LLY is not to be underestimated nor ignored.



>"Well, Anon has never been a problem," Twilight lied through her teeth, "and she just loves her aunty and uncle"
>He looks to you, and you return a sheepish smile
>"The guards have a field simulation starting tomorrow that will continue for two days, which I will be leading. The place will be monitored by a skeleton crew, and we can't afford delegating three guards to Anon".
>"Three?" Twilight inquired, confusion drawn upon her face
>"Anon has a tendency to get in trouble, and we can't afford anything going wrong this weekend, so the regular servants won't be able to help."
>"And what, pray tell, is drawing so many domestic resources?" she asked coldly
>Damn, she was desperate to pawn you off
>...
>"The Yaks are visiting." Shining Armor answered with a dead tone suitable for a funeral 
>...
>"I'm so sorry." Twilight replied with genuine sympathy
>Even she hated snowniggers

>You and Twilight walked out into the sunshine that penetrated the frozen tundra and into the bubble, which glared annoyingly against the crystalline structures
>Shining Armor had offered to set you up with a well-compensated local family, but Purple had refused for any number of reasons
>You had no problem with this
"Well Twi, I guess you'll have to just let me stay home alone this time.  Don't worry, I promise to be a good filly, and brush my teeth every night."
>"Oh-oh no, you're gonna be supervised one way or another. I have LOTS of friends."
>Damn it
>Well, hopefully she would choose Fluttershy, that dracon cumdumpster let you walk all over her


>Be Twilight Sparkle
>As it turned out, you couldn't always count on family
>You looked down at your little munchkin, who was pretending to look away at some random house
>She was so cute, you just wanted to eat her up
>Would make watching her a whole lot easier
>Now you had to think of someone else who could do it
>Parasol was out of the question, she was just a evening babysitter, she couldn't do anything overnight
>She couldn't stay with Button Mash, they barely knew each other
>And besides, you didn't want her to become close to Tender Heart
>You were best momfu, after all
>Fluttershy would THEORETICALLY be good due to her affinity with animals, but every time she was left with Anon something went wrong
>You still hadn't forgiven her for getting Anon high
>Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie were out of the question
>While Rainbow Dash did a good job with Scootaloo, she was still too unreliable for your tastes and was really more of a sister than a disciplinarian, and Anon needs discipline and boundaries
>That left you with Applejack and Rarity
>Applejack never left home, so you'd start with her
"Come on Anon, we're going back to Ponyville"
>With a flash and a *pop*, you were back in familiar terrority
>Sweet Apple Acres

>Be Anon
>Twilight was dragging you across the world in her desperate search for somebody who would put up with you
>Now you were back in Ponyville
>Specifically Hickville
>Heh, nailed it
>Just like Purple would never nail anypony
>Not while you were around
>mischevious.png
>Twilight briskly trotted up to the farmstead, the soft wind blowly eerily across the silent landscape
>You decided to hang out where the two of you had teleported
>You didn't want to have to talk to Applejack
>She was nice and all, but you didn't like talking with anypony
>Well, except Aryanne
>...
>Why hadn't Twilight knocked?
>Twilight turned back at you with an annoyed expression, and you spun your head a bit to look at the door
>A sheet of paper was nailed to the door; you couldn't make out much, just 'Family Reunion' and 'soon'
>Huh, turns out the mudpone was actually literate
>Or she had her sister write it out for her, since she actually went to skool
"Soo... I guess Applejack isn't available?" you asked Twilight, who kept walking past you
>"Y'know, this is starting to get on my nerves."
>She grabs you around the neck and hugs you closer
>You blinked just in time to miss the teleportation, which made you very confused when you were now in front of the Carousel Boutique
>Fuck, staying with Rarity would suck
>You weren't gonna try on any dresses or listen to Squeaky prattle on about school and colts and her pussy feeling funny when she rubbed it
>Well, maybe that last part, assuming you got to investigate

>Be Twilight
>You were running out of options fast, and you didn't want to drag Anon on an adventure
>Both to protect her and avoid having to deal with her as well as the friendship problem
>You knocked on the door to the Carousel Boutique, annoyed the the building failed to blot the sun out from your eyes or give shade from the oppressive heat
>Eternal night didn't seem so bad right now
>It was a full twenty seconds without the door opening, nor any sound coming from inside
>Well, nopony was home
>You definitely weren't gonna teleport inside, that was a breach of Rarity's privacy
>Oh, that reminded you
>Check and see if Anon has a diary; and if so, peruse its contents
>And if Rarity was gone, she was most likely managing her outlet in Canterlot, or shopping for fabrics, most likely in its Solar District
>You backstepped a few paces, and you and your daughter were whisked away oncemore
>Damn, being a princess was convenient

>You had elected to stop by Rarity's outlet first for obvious reasons
>Aside from the statistical probability of her being here, you could see Anon slipping away in the bustle of a large crowd
>And the last time she tried to run off in Canterlot, she was almost raped
>Thank Celestia for her urine defense system
>You silently nudged Anon forward with your head, and she stumbled towards the door, swinging it open
>A small door-mounted bell rang as the two of you slid into her shoppe
>"Coming!" rang a familiar voice from the back room
>Thank the heavens, she was here

>From behind the counter appeared Rarity. Calm, responsible Rarity
"Rarity, please, can you watch Anonymous for one, two days max? I don't know where else to go, and there's a friendship emergency, and- and- "
>You were freaking out
>I mean, you loved Anon
>But you couldn't handle HER and a friendship problem at the same time
>"Well, you see, Darling..."
>Fuck that was never good
>"I'm simply too busy to help you, between sewing and managing the shops and taxes and courters, I'm absolutely SWAMPED. I'm sorry, Darling."
>An uncomfortable silence sat in the air, heavy and oppressive
>Why couldn't you life be EASY?
>"Did you try Rainbow Dash?"
"Oh, she's probably getting drunk right now." you dismiss
>"Ah, right, Fridays." Anon replied knowingly
>You turned your head to make sure Anon was still there
>She was pawing her hoof against the wood floor, looked bored, but at least obedient
"Well, see you Rarity. Thanks anyway."
>"Tooda-loo!" she waved you and Anonfilly out the door
>You didn't want to do this
>But you had to
"Anon, you're coming with me."

>Be Anonymous
>After suiting up the both of you in saddlebags full of supplies, Twilight had teleported the two of you about a mile away from some town near the equator, based on the temperature and humidity
"Why couldn't you just teleport us IN this shi- bumf- middle-of-nowhere town?" you whined oncemore
>"For the last time, we don't know exactly what's going on in there, and I don't want to surprise anypony, or make a scene."
"Ugggggghh....." you moaned, trodding slower and slower
>"Oh, don't be a baby." Twilight said over her shoulder, "it's not much farther."
"I can't go any further..." you collapsed onto your side, a small dust cloud rising from the point of impact. "...you'll just have to carry me."
>Twilight turned to you, finally giving you her full attention
>"I'm not carrying you, Anon. You're a big filly."
>You claw a hoof forward towards her, desperate for aid
"Nooo" you groaned, "No I'm not . I'm smol, I'm cute."
>"Hmm... well, I COULD carry you."
"Yes. Please." you cried out desperately. Was that sweat? You hated sweat.
>"Under one condition."
"A-anything."
>Enough games, Twilight
>"I'll carry you if you give me ten reasons why you love me."
>This mare is psychotic
"S-sure. Just carry me."
>Twilight spun behind you and shoved her muzzle down under your crotch
>l-lewd
>Pushing foward and tilting her head up, you slid down her neck and onto her barrel
>'I'm ready when youuuu are.♪" she sang
"Ugh... reason 1... uh, you always feed me."
>She began walking foward, and the movements of her body were pleasing as always, her hips sway swaying with each step.
>"Keep going..."


>Be Open Heart
>You were a therapist at the Relationship Resort, a getaway for couples with marriage problems
>Everypony's problems today had been fairly simple, lack of listening, lack of vigor in the bedroom, lack of sensitivity, lots of lacks
>You looked down at your appointment sheet to see who was next
>Next up was a Ms. Twilight Velvet and a Mr. Night Light
>You took this interim to arrange some things and plan what you'd have for dinner
>Definitely mac n' cheese
>After a minute, you heard a knocking at the door
"Come in!"
>In stepped in a silver mare arraid with a purple-and-white mane, followed by a blue stallion with a mane of a deeper shade.
>You didn't get a good look at their cutie marks, but that didn't really matter
>They sat down on 'the' couch, and the three of you sat silent for some time
>These moments were the worst part of your job
"So, uh, Ms. Velvet, Mr. Light, what would you say the main difficulty of your relationship is?"
>"He never listens." the mare opened, calmly but with fire deep in her tone
>"Oh, I never listen? What about you? You do whaaateeeever you want, never even check with me."
"Well, it seems that you both-"
>"You should've seen her back when the kids were still in school, she just ignored whatever I said she should do- at best."
>"Oh, like you ever gave any good advice- or help, for that matter. No, you were TOO BUSY with your students to actually help me care for the kids."
>"Like you did SUCH a bang-up job. MAYBE if you had paid a lick of attention to Twilight instead of fawning over Shiny every second of every day, she'd be a little better-adjusted!"
>"Oh, stop. Twilight is a perfectly healthy, normal mare."



>Be Twilight
>On your back you carried the alien you had sundered from another dimension and transferred into an alchemically-made filly's body for you to smother in motherly love
>Unfortunately, for the last several minutes she kept spasming, due to the magically-sealed collar you'd forcicbly attached to her, which would electrocute her whenever she said or did something you didn't like
"Anon, you're not doing a very good job giving me reasons. Don't you love me?"
>It was a rhetorical question, of course
>"I swear I'm trying, I just keep thinking about my real- AH!"
>Her body jerked oncemore, back leg kicking out and slapping against your flank
"Your real what?"
>"N-nopony."
"Good. Now I think you're about seven reasons short."
>Anon grumbled oncemore
"Is there something else you want to say?"
>"N-no. Reason number four, um, you always make sure I'm healthy and not hurt or anything."
>Maybe saying it out loud would make Anon appreciate you more
>You were the best thing in her life, after all



>Be Anon
>Twilight was finally clip-clopping into the small town of Whitecastle, which seemed even smaller than Ponyville
>Quite a misnomer, as there weren't any castles in sight
>You would be able to tell, you spent over half your (new) life in castles
>And this definitely didn't seem like the sort of place the upper crust would want to visit
>This was part of the southern region of Equestria, the desert of Dales
>Not Saddle Arabia, so no sandniggers at least
>…
>That wasn't fair, you didn't know what desert folk here were actually like
>And Islam didn't exist here, so one predestinator was out
>Maybe they'd be okay, if you ever went to Saddle Arabia
>Regardless, Whitecastle was surrounded by desert
>Not the beach-like dunes you see in movies, more of a dusty plain, somewhere between the Mormon Breeding Grounds and That-state-with-Vegas, in terms of both terrain and temperature
>The "White Castle" probably referred to the ivory rocks peppered throughout the landscape, particularly one mountainous ridge to the west, from which flowed a bright if humble river
>You were torn from your thoughts when Twilight stopped abruptly, nearly knocking you off her back
>The closest building was still thirty meters away
>C'mon Purple, at least stop under shade
>"Are you forgetting something, Anon?"
>What the absolute fuck- oh.
>Reason number ten
"Uh… you give the best cuddles."
>She coughed
>Goddammit she demanded so much out of you
"…your body is warm and soft, and it feels good when you wrap me in your wings."
>She began walking, now with purpose
>Probably to find an inn
>It's not like she could shove you into her ut-
>No.
>No.
>No.
>Stop.
>Thinking about it might make it come true. 

>Be Twilight Sparkle
>You  entered the Whitecastle General Store in search of information, and a drink
>No, not that kind
>Although by the end of this adventure you may need one
>The employee (probably owner) of the establishment snapped to attention upon realizing he had a customer
>Small town + dead hours of the day and year = sudoku
>You deposited Anon onto the floor, who voiced no dissatisfaction
"Don't get into any trouble."
>Walking over to the clerk, you tried to smoothly make conversation
"Where can a mare find some cold water around here?"
>"Well in that icebox you'll find a plethora of bottled water miss." he said happily, pointing a hoof
>You felt something bump against your back leg
>Hmmm, who could it be?
>You turn your head to see Anon gently prodding you with her head, holding a bag of chips in her mouth
"sigh* No Anon, put those back."
>"Mumm mmf mf mumf?"
>You weren't sure what she said, but it sounded like "'Don't you love me?'
"I'm not falling for your tricks Anon. Now put it back and be a good filly."
>This would be embarassing, but you were sure the store owner saw this once a week, probably hourly during the busy summer season when tourists would pass through to reach the southern beaches
"So has anything interesting been happening recently?" you asked, levitating a four-pack of bottles of water onto the counter.
>"Mmm... nope. Business as usual."
"Nopony getting into any fights with their friends? Family feuds? Gerrymandering?"
>"Nope, nope, and I don't really follow politics."
>You heard a dull 'thwump ' and felt more bumping from behind
>And who would've thought? Anon wanted something else
>Next to her hooves lay a two-liter of lemon-lime soda she pulled from the icebox
"No, I'm already buying water. Maybe if you're a good filly I'll buy you some later." 
>"I'll be the best filly ever!" she said, turning around and pushing the bottle towards the machine via repeated booping
>You turn back to the owner,  satisfied that you wouldn't be bothered anymore
>"Is there a bookstore here?"
>You could teleport her to Canterlot, but you wanted a place where she could stay here and under your watchful eye
>In this town there was nowhere where Anon could get into trouble, nor places of vice or degeneracy
>Damn sushi resturaunts.
>There was also nowhere for her to run off to, since this place was surrounded by desert
"There's no friendship problems at all?" you asked, growing exasperated
>"Nope. Not a lot happens in this little watering hole. We don't even have to import water like other towns in this desert, so not much outside contact."
>The clerk scratched his chin with a hoof, ruminating
>"I guess we could use MORE friendship, ponies around here don't seem to be friends too often. They're FRIENDLY, but that's different, y'know? I think it's because all the ranchers live so far apart, not much opportunity to socialize."
>Maybe it would be simple
>Call in Pinkie Pie, throw a party, everypony goes home
>You heard a clattering, and groaned internally
>Anon stood next to a capsized display of chocolate bars
>"I didn't do it."
"We both know that's not true."
>"It was an accident, I swear! I just go-go-gat!"
>Anon fell to her four knees, head jerking and face twitching
"Don't worry, this happens sometimes. Epilepsy." you said preemptively
>"Ah." the clerk said, nodding empathetically, "I have a distant cousin with that. You just let me take care of the display." he said kindly, pitying your filly
"Come Anon, let's go." you said, levitating the water behind you.
>Anon rose to her hooves slowly, and slowly loped behind you and out the door
>Time to find some lodging

>Be Twilight
>You stood outside the Oasis Inn, a nice-looking, two-story building painted a refreshing sky blue with white boardways and trim
>By far the largest building in this small town
>"Does it have a pool?" Anon asked
"*sigh* I don't know Anon, let's go see."
>"If it doesn't have a pool I don't wanna stay."
"Well that's too bad."
"...But I guess you've gotten over your fear of water?"
>"Pffsh, I was never afraid...  it was always too cold is all."
"Mmm-hmmm." you said, swinging open the door
>A young Pegasus receptionist sat behind a desk, reading a newspaper laid flat across the desk while her navy mane cascaded down her sky blue shoulders
>She looked up and gave you too the 'minimum-wage employee' smile
>"Does this place have a pool?" Anon asked, not even waiting for a 'hello'
>"Uh, well, yes, in the back. But we haven't even opened it up, you're the first guests we've had in days."
"That empty, huh?"
>"I like it this time of year. Nice and quiet, I get to do crosswords." she giggled, "compared to summer, when we get so busy we sometimes run out of rooms."
>"How long will it take to get ready?"
>"Oh, about twenty minutes."
>"I'm gonna go look at it!" Anon said, not even asking for permission before bolting out a door to the right
"Be careful!" you yelled at her as the door slowly swung closed
>You turned back to the cashier and flashed a brilliant smile
"Room for one, please."
>"A-are you sure? We have plenty-"
>You pulled a substantial amount of bits out of your saddlebag and slid them across the desk
"I'm afraid the rest of your rooms are being fumigated."
>She looked down at the money in awe. It must be worth at least a week's salary to her.
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>"Yes ma'am. Do you have any other preferences for your room?"
"No."
>"All right, you'll be staying in suite A-1. Here's your key." she said, handing over a small bronze key.

>You levitate your key and carefully slide it into the doorknob
>At the moment, Anon was running laps around the pool
"Anon, come inside!"
>"I only need another lap to make it 5!"
>Anon had this thing with 5s
>You were pretty sure it was Aspergait's
>You pushed the door to your room in and entered
>The shag carpet was comfortable underhoof, and a large window gave a great view of...
>Well, nothing.
>Most importantly, there was only one bed.
>Anon stumbled in behind you, winded from her execise
>Maybe you should install a pool at home just so she would go outside
>But then again, she'd probably go out for a midnight swim and drown
>"Alright Twi, I hope there's-"
>Her face dropped a bit upon seeing the room
>"Wait... there's only one bed."
"Yeah, all the other rooms are being fumigated, they didn't think anypony would be coming. So we'll just have to share."
>"...I'm gonna go double-check."
"I'm gonna unpack. Don't run off anywhere."
>Anon trotted back out the door, and you dumped both of your saddlebags onto the bed
>Once you'd finished unloading your various possessions, Anon trudged in
>"I'll sleep on the floor." she said indignantly
"Nope."
>"I don't wanna sleep with you. I'll take the floor."
"You're not GETTING the floor. When you don't get a good night's sleep you get cranky, and floors aren't conducive for good sleeping"
>"But I-"
>Anon closed her mouth upon seeing your displeased-mama glare
>She was gonna be the little spoon whether she liked it or not

>Be Anon
>You were 90% sure that either the fumigation was bullshit, or Twilight had actually hired an exterminator and paid off the motel in advance to perform the service
>Whatever
>You would never say it, but you liked cuddling with Twilight
>Her body was so warm and her fur soft, and no blanket could match the comfort of her wings draped around you
>Pressing your head deep against her chestfluff, and listening to her heart beat was the ultimate way to fall asleep
>Sometimes she would make gentle shooshing noises or rub her cheek against the top of your head, your ears bending at the contact
>But admitting that, or actively seeking cuddles, legitimized her position and power over you as your mother

>But now what?
>There was some friendship problem here or something, but it wasn't something you had to, or would, deal with
>And this town obviously didn't have much of a night life, not a whole lot of attractions
>You were pretty sure you saw a bar, but there was no way Purple would let you anywhere near it
"Oh! Purps! Can I swim now?"
>"You can swim later. Right now we have work to do."
"YOU have work to do."
>"You're coming along. Besides, maybe you're the key to solving this friendship problem."
>You scowled at her
"Do I really seem like the friendly type?"
>"You've made new friends in the past." she answered offhandedly, organizing some books like the autist she is
"Friends you didn't approve of."
>"She was a bad pony with a bad family." she said, not even looking at you
>Like she was one to talk

>The sun sat at your back, casting a medium shadow across the sandy terrain
>You walked alongside Twilight, just roaming the streets, asking strangers if they had any problems
>Nope, nope, nope, and nope
>They got lucky, avoiding having to deal with the Purple Menace
>Ignorant of her insanity
"Can't I just go back to the room?" you complained, eager to get out of the heat
>"No, I need you here, my little sidekick" she said, edging closer and nuzzling the side of her head against yours
>Sidekick.. didn't you-
"Hey, didn't you already have a sidekick?"
>She didn't say anything
"Yeah, I heard him mentioned when you were talking with your friends. Spike, right?"
>"Oh, Spike. Right."
>She clearly didn''t want to talk about him further
"…So did he live with you? Did you go on lots of adventures?"
>"Yes, and yes. We were very good friends." she did a lousy job of hiding the disappointment in her voice
"…Nothing more? Nothing… familial?"
>"Don't be silly. He was a dragon, and I'm a pony. We're just too different for that sort of relationship."
>Twilight closet racist?
>Or maybe she thought they were, but he left like a black father
>Maybe one person had already escaped her clutches
>Maybe you could do the same.
"He left, didn't he? Got sick of you?"
>"N-no, he just got a great opportunity with Dragon Queen Ember, and accepted it. I'm glad he's learning more about dragon culture, and responsibility. After he was Princess for a day, well… he needs it."
"-And maybe you like me because I'm similar to him. Maybe you're trying-"
>"I DON'T want to talk about this anymore." she said in her nearly-pissed voice
>You had learned to shut up at this point.
>So you did. 


>Be Twilight 
>Anon was really starting to get on your nerves
>Maybe you should have left the little brat-
>...
>No Twilight, you're not thinking clearly
>You're just getting angry because you haven't found the friendship problem yet
>You'd already asked the motel concierge if she had any friendship problems, but she said she was new in town, and couldn't think of having any close friends
>The tailor described herself as introverted, and didn't want friends, let alone having any in recent memory
>heresy.png
>That could POSSIBLY be the problem, but you needed to investigate further
>It was starting to get late; maybe a hour until sunset, and you could see that the shimmering haze seen on the dusty horizon was now fading
>However, this would mean that rancher ponies would be coming into town to buy wares and drink
>You might have to put Anon to bed early so you could ask around the local tavern
>Who were you kidding, she wouldn't sleep
>Well, you'd bought her a pile of comic books, so she should be quiet
>Maybe bribe her with some sweets from the general store
>You could teleport to some Canterlot megachain for a wider selection, but you wanted to support local businesses

"Say, Anon, you must be getting tired." you said off-handedly
>"Nuh-uh."
>She hated naps
"Well, wouldn't you like to get out of this heat? It's still pretty hot out here."
>T'was true, it was still over 80 degrees and would be for some time
>"Can I go back to the hotel room?"
"Hmmm..."
>If you made it seem like you wanted her there, she'd try to leave
>"Please? C'mon Twilight, I've been good."
>The two of you had different definitions of 'good'
"Well, I guess that's true. I'll leave you in the hotel room, and when I come back we'll get dinner. Then afterwards you can go swimming. Deal?"
>"Deal." she said, trying not to sound delighted
>You pop the two of you into the hotel room, and after that second of confusion, she hops onto the bed
>Not her bed. THE bed.
>You had left her saddlebag on it, and she began ruffling through it, eventually pulling out a stack of comic books
>You wished that Anon would read some more normal books
>But if you didn't give her these, she'd inevitably bother the concierge, or even worse, try to scamper off on her own
>She had almost been raped once already, and you were pretty sure her bladder was empty right now

>Be Open Heart
>Therapy between Ms. Velvet and Mr. Light was going... poorly
>"Oh, it's always 'Anon this', and 'Flurry that', can't you go one hour without talking about them?" Mr. Light asked violently
>"Well, so-orry that I love my granddaughters!" Ms. Velvet shouted back
>"Y'know, you don't have to spend every second of every day talking about them! What about 'us'? Hell, I'd settle for Shining or Twilight!"
>"Maybe you should just read about them in the newspaper, since that's where your muzzle always is!"
>Time to steer back the conversation
"We're getting nowhere with this, ponies. Let's try to cool down, and start a more open dialogue."
>The two took a few moments to settle down, repositioning in their seats and avoiding eye contact
"Now it seems like the problem is a lack of meaningful communication. Let's start by figuring out where these problems began."


>Be Twilight
>You stood in the entrance to the Watering Hole, looking out over the premesis
>White-tiled floor, plastic chairs and clean white booths
>Seemed closer to an ice cream parlor than the dark dirty taverns you read about in your books
>Which was fitting, as in small towns like this, resturaunts would double as bars
>Or the other way around
>You noticed that there seemed to be too few glasses behind the counter, even for a small town
>Around twelve ponies sat in the various tables, booths, and stools, mostly alone or in pairs
>Well, better get to work.
>You trot over to a teal stallion sitting alone in a booth, looking bored and undoubtedly waiting for some food
>You manage to make out a horseshoe cutie mark slightly obscured by his gray tail
"Hello there!" you said cheerfully, "May I sit with you?"
>Wait, maybe that wasn't-
>"Uh, sure." he answered, looking over at your wings
>He certainly would've said no if you hadn't been a princess
>You slide across from him, careful to avoid a half-chewed piece of garlic bread at the end of the row
"So how are things around here?"
>"Uh, fine." he answered, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head with a hoof.
"Everypony good here? No angry breakups, family feuds? Friends having an argument?"
>"Naaaw, things are pretty quiet here. Ponies just mind their own business, don't really socialize much."
"You don't have any friends?"
>"No, I'm pretty sure I have some... uh... well..."
>You heard a nearly-obnoxious voice behind you, its accent dripping with  northern-Manehatten... flavor
>"Ay, Shoe, whaddabout me?"
>You turned your head to see another orange stallion with a blue mane two tables down, eavesdropping on his princess
>Treason.png
>"Oh! Right!" Shoeboy yelled back, "How could I forget about you!"
>"Ay, you coming to the party at Wheat's place tomorrow?"
>"Right! Almost forgot!" he laughed, "You wanna sit with us?"
>"Naw, I was just leavin'. Good ta see ya!" he said, rising from his chair
>"Right back at you!" Shoeboy said back
>Once his friend left, he was in noticeably higher spirits
"Hmmm... well, thanks a lot, Mister..."
>"Shoe Striker"
>Guaranteed blacksmith

>Next table, a family of 5, said they lived far out in the country, and mostly interacted with each other
>In the corner sat a couple of stallions arguing over whether some thot was hot or not, mostly about the... proportions of her body
>On two barstools, a couple was arguing over a forgotten anniversary
>Nothing you could help with
>You slide out of the booth and leave the establisment
>But before exiting, you speak with the waitress and cover the helpful stallion's meal
>You were such a good pony


>Be Anon
>God, where was Twilight?
>It'd been hours since she'd gone off to Christian-god-knows-where, and you'd only left the room to use the pot and annoy the concierge
>Which you were doing right now
"So how much are you paid?" you asked innocently, as if you hadn't been doing this all day
>The mare sighed oncemore.
>"Enough."
"Minimum wage? A bit above?"
>She didn't answer, just looked back down at her sudoku puzzle
>It was hard to maintain eye contact when the top of your mane barely reached above the desktop
>You leaned against said desk with your hooves to add a few inches
"I get paid six bits a week to go to school."
>"That's WONDERFUL." she responded, not looking up at you
>She wasn't taking the bait
"Plus I get whatever I want if I'm a good filly." you added, which was half-true
>"Good for you."
>This made you wonder if she was used to this sort of thing
>You'd better change tactics
"Do you have a coltfriend?"
>She didn't answer, but you could see the tips of her mouth sour a fraction
>She finally raised her head up to look at you, finally invested in this conversation
"Surely you do, all the CUTE mares get coltfriends."
>TBH if she lived in an area with decent population density she could def get one, just look at that bod
>"Maybe you should head back to your room." she suggested in an almost threatening tone. "Your mom will be mad if she finds you roaming about."
"She's not my mom."
>"She's a mare, she's taking care of you, close enough."
"She's a female caretaker."
>"Aren't the two of you sharing a bed?"
"Shut up." you retorted, scrunching your tiny filly muzzle
>It was still a better comeback than "no u"
>And it's not like you WANTED to sleep alongside Twilight's soft, warm, protective form. 
>It was just circumstance was all.
>"That's not very polite. Little fillies should be respectful, especially to their elders. You wouldn't want me to give her a bad report, now would you?"
"Well, I'll tell 'Mom' that you were mean to me."
>"Why do I get the sense that you've tried that before?" responded the receptionist dryly 
>She was right, you were bluffing
>"And if I told HER you were being a nuisance and interrupting my work, who do you think she'd believe?"
"..."
"I, uh... I think I left the door open to the room. I'd better go check that."
>"Enjoy your visit at The Oasis Inn!" she sarcastically yelled as you retreated into the hall

>Be Twilight
>Today had gone okay
>You had an idea of what was going on, but you didn't know how exactly it was happening
>You could figure that out tomorrow. Two days tops.
>Right now you had to feed Anon

>Dinner had been a simple affair
>Anon had insisted on Buck E. Cheese when you told her she could choose
>You shot her down pretty quick
>So Mexicoltan it was
>"Twilight! Twilight! Look, I can do a frontflip!" Anon demanded, "Twilight! Look!"
>For somepony who insisted on being completely independant, she sure looked to you for validation
"Alright Anon, show me."
>Anon pushed forward through the waves, arcing her head downwards, with her body following suit
>Her mane and tail flowed through the water, swishing through the currents in individual strands
>Anon never really finished the frontflip, she just managed to do a 270 and floated back up
>More like 3π /2
>Polar > Cartesian
>"Did ya see?! Did ya see?!" she exclaimed when her head burst through the surface, a bit of chlorinated water dribbling out of her mouth
"*sigh* . Yes, Anon."
>Anon resumed swimming laps like a madmare, and you continued reading your book

>God, why wouldn't this filly tire?
>Getting Anon out of bed in the morning was hell, but now she was a source of limitless energy
"Anon, aren't you getting tired?"
>"No!" she yelled back, but you could see her strokes becoming weaker and less rapid
"It's getting late! Come out and let's get you ready for bed!"
>Upon hearing the word 'bed', Anon dove under the surface of the water
>You stood up and walked to the edge of the pool
"I know you heard me Anon!" you shouted, trying to overpower the water's sound-dampening element
>No response
"Well, I can wait here all night, but you've gotta come up sometime!"
>Anon continued trying to stay submerged, but soon she was launched back up to the pool's surface
>Whether this was due to a need for air or the floation properties of the pony form was impossible to determine
"Now are you gonna come out like a big filly, or am I gonna have to magic you inside?"
>"I'll be a big filly..." Anon answered sadly, swimming to the edge of the pool
>She placed her hooves onto the concrete ground and lifting up, managing to wriggle her way onto the deck
>She then plodded over to her pool chair and retrieved her towel, drying herself off in awkward movements

>The pair of you strolled back to Room 1, your book levitating behind you
>Hearing hoofsteps to your left, you turn and see the receptionist from before
>She seemed grumpy, but upon recognition of your gaze, her face brightened into a forced smile
>"Everything go okay?"
"Yes, thank you."
>"Well I'm gonna close the pool now."
>She was clearly irritated at you for all the extra work your presence had created 
>Even though you had given her that massive 'tip'
>Lazy ass
>tfw you never got even the tip nowadays


>Anon laid in your bed, gazing introspectively out the window, the vast, empty landscape aglow with moonlight
>You had to hand it to Luna, she made Equestria beautiful
>You slide into bed next to her, and the dip your weight (sexy weight) created in the mattress pulls her attention
>She looks over at you with a dull expression, but could not hide a certain brightness in her eyes
>ohshesgonnalovethis.png
>The two of you sat still for a moment, looking into each other's eyes
>What was she thinking?
>Thousands of possible thoughts could be flowing through her mind
>Anon had shown exceptional thinking abilities, and was likely operating on multiple levels of strategy and mindgames
>Was she planning future mischeif? 
>Technological advances rent from her homeworld?
>What machinations could be operating within the constructs of her intellect?

>Be Anonfilly
>You hoped those burritos didn't make her gassy

>Be Twilight
>You laid down in bed, rolling onto your side towards Anon
 "I'm gonna turn off the light." you told her before levitating the candlestick over to you
>You blew out the candle, codemning the walls to darkness
>Pulling the covers over the both of you was a simple task with magic
>You turn back to your original position, wings folded behind you 
>Anon laid on the edge of the bed, her back to you
"You're gonna fall off like that."
>"I'll be fine." your little angel insisted
"If you don't come to me, I'll come to you."
>After a second of hesistation, she awkwardly scoots backward towards the center of the bed
>You meet her halfway, pushing your frame against hers
>Her body was so small compared to yours
>So fragile and defenseless
>Good thing you were here for you
>Where would she be without you?
>You wrap your forelegs around her, as if hugging a teddy bear
>"N-no homo"
>Her head was just below yours, and you rubbed your cheek against her mane, pushing slightly into her crown
>You slid your right forleg down towards her hind legs
>You used it to rub her tummy, making small circular motions
>In response, she sighed, her high-pitched tone music to your ears 
"Do you like that?"
>"Meh." she lied, her voice softer than normal
>You swirled your hoof across her stomach a bit faster
>"Oooh" she uttered under her breath
>You switched your pattern, rubbing up and down in slow, regular movements 
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
>"A- a little."
>You pushed deeper, sending a small wave of pleasure into her body
>"Mmmf..." Anon moaned, her leg kicking out a tiny bit, "D-don't stop"
>You retract your hoof, then slide it right back over the surface of her tum-tum
>"Don't stop." she pleaded, and you were happy to oblige
>You continued to massage her sensitive bits
>Not just her filly tummy, but also her back, which took some creative positioning, making sure to pleasure both parts
>Circles, strokes, and some penetration into her belly
>She liked it when you pushed slightly into the fluffy surface, almost like stomach booping
>Just gentle loving
>The best way to spend a comfy night together
>Eventually you heard a soft, drawn-out gasp, and you could tell she was satisfied with your comforting touch
>Fillies love belly rubs

>You pull Anon closer to you, wrapping her in your wings
 >You could feel her body against yours, her body's expansion and contraction perfectly synchronized with the sound of her breathing
>She moved her right foreleg up to her muzzle, undoubtedly scratching some itch 
"Anon?"
>"Yes?"
"I love you."
>"I-"
>...
"What was that?"
>"Nothing, just a reflex." 
>Soon.
"Okay, well go to sleep. We have a long day tomorrow."
>Anon mumbled something under her breath
>You leaned your head downwards and place a kiss on the top of Anon's head
"Goodnight."

>Be Anonfilly
>You woke up slowly, eyes accommadating the darkness by default, but yet you couldnt see much.
>All you knew was that you were warm, and felt weirdly safe.
>Ugh, what happened last night?
>This night? There wasn't much light, from what you could tell.
>No, it was more like the light was... muted.
>And kinda purple.
>Oh, right.
>Wriggling a bit, you manage to rotate yourself 90 degrees counterclockwise until your face was buried deep into Twilight's chestfluff.
>She smelled like strawberries, undoubtedly due to that body shampoo she used religiously.
>Looking up, you could see Twilight staring at you, her eyes full of unhealthily possessive love.
>Her mouth formed a slight smile, a smile you knew all too well.
>Never a good sign.
>...
>...
>"Hello, my little muffin." she whispered happily, tightening her wings' grip on you
"H-how long have you been staring like that?"
>"Oh, I woke up a while ago."
>...
>...
>"Do you want breakfast?"

>Be Anonfilly
>You were surprised that you could actually walk, considering how many many pancakes you ate
>Twilight had been real pushy on making sure "a growing filly" got what she deemed a suitable amount
>She liked watching you eat, peering over at you with every bite
>This time she was actually eating a fruit salad, rather than obsessively watching you.
>It was still a lot of rotations due to the massive amount of breakfast
>You didn't complain at the time
>Those pancakes were the shit
>Now you wish you had
"Can't I go lay down?" you asked for the umpteenth time, hoping Twilight would say yes
>Maybe you could even head back to the castle, promising not to perform any shenanigans
>Whether you would actually honor that promise was up in the air
>"No Anon, I might need your help."
"You're a literal demigoddess. How the he... heck will I be useful?"
>"You never know." she brushed your question off.
"Uuuuuuuugh." you whined loudly
>"Do you want me to carry you?" she asked with an equal amount of annoyance and hope
>Ugh, the jostling would be too much
"No, I'm fine." you answered with little conviction.
>"Well, let's pick up the pace. I'm the one lugging everything around." she said, her saddlebags full of expeditionary equipment, research tools, and extra water
>Probably was using magic to make them lighter or some shit
"Where are we even going?"
>"We're just gonna check out some stuff out of town."
"Can't we just teleport?"
>"I have to make sure we don't miss anything. This is really important."
>Apparently everything she did was super-important, the narcissist
>"Now, what are the rules again?" 
"Don't drink the water. Don't eat anything. Stay close to you."
>She turns and rubs the top of your head with a hoof
>"Such a smart little filly."
>The compliment made you surprisingly happy.
>Due to your filly instincts, over course.


>One thing everyone forgets: deserts can turn into dry forests real fast
>You followed Twilight's form silently, alone in your thoughts as the two of you weaved between thin, gray, and numerous trees, struggling against the moderate slope
>Your  looked mindlessly at the path ahead, with only Twilight's swaying rump breaking the monotony, occasionally getting a peek of her marebits when she flicked her tail
>How did she not have a BF yet?
>Oh, right, because of you.
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>God, this was so boring
>Thankfully, overhead branches were abundant, helping to block out some of the oppressive sunlight
"Can we stop for a bit?" you whined, legs growing weary from the hike
>"Just a little bit farther, up until I find a good place to stop."
>You lifted your head to look around
>Twisted trees and dry earth surrounded you in all directions, with shrubbery blocking much of your field of vision
>You could hear large river to your right, and a gurgling stream close by to your left
>You kept hiking, on and on, for nearly ten minutes, until Twilight found a riverside spot fairly devoid of trees
>You didn't even bother to question why she picked this spot, you just flopped onto your hindquarters, eager for some relief
>Purple gently placed her saddlebags onto the ground, then pulled out test tubes, beakers, strips of acidity testing paper, and several devices you whose purpose you could not discern 
>While she filled up a pair of beakers with river water, you noticed three things about the river:
>It was slow-moving at this junction
>It was at a bend, noticable by some miniscule white crystals similar to salt caking the outside of the curve
>Afterwards, the river split into many narrow streams, each zigzagging down the vast hill in different directions, with one larger than the others by a wide margin
>You reminisced on what you knew about rivers, from 12 years of formal science education and 52 episodes of The Magic School Bus
>Not much, all of your education was based on the ocean
>Erosion weathered and broke down rocks into bits as they flowed downriver
>Salmon went upstream to breed
>Cumming on kids is okay if you turn them into fish eggs first
>Basic stuff
>This place was quiet, but not in an eerie way
>It made you feel zen, just the gentle whoosh of the river and soft breeze ruffling your mane
>Just thinking to yourself, listening to the flow of water, gushing downhill in a torrent, the sound of waves lapping against dirt and rock, splashing noises echoing-
>...
>Fuck.
>You needed to pee.


"Uh, Twilight, I need to go potty."
>"There's a tree right behind you." she answered dismissively, not looking up away from a liquid-filled beaker she held in the sunlight
"Can't you teleport me to a bathroom?"
>"Anon, I really need to focus here, I can't afford any interruptions."
"But I can't pee in front of you!"
>"Why not? I'd be perfectly fine peeing in front of you."
>Of course you would you perv
>You began to wonder what that she'd done with that jar of pee you had given her so long ago for "medical testing"
>This led you down a rabbit hole, pondering about in what ways she could be deriving sexual pleasure from your newfound existence.
"Can't I go a bit further?"
>"Alright, but in the future, you use 'farther' for physical distance."

>You turned and trotted quickly downriver, trying to find a spot with decent coverage, continuing for nearly a quarter of a mile (metric units were for commies) until you found a bank of trees that obscured you from Twilight
>After a second of focusing, you felt the sweet release of your bladder emptying, the golden stream whizzing out of your vagina and soaking the ground underneath you, the dirt visibly darkening
>Your thoughts strayed to Aryanne
>When you got back home you'd try to sneak out and see her
>As you began to visualize the thiccness of her white, childbearing plot (well, for her age at least), you felt a wetness against the inside of your rear left leg
>Fuckfuckfuck
>Thankfully, your piss slowed to a trickle almost immediately
>You stood stockstill, taking in the situation
>You had pee high up on one of your many horsie thighs
>Twiggles wouldn't help you magically without losing patience
>And with all this fur, you couldn't just get a wet wipe
>You needed a bath
>You looked over your shoulder to the river
>While it was moving decently fast, you could hold your arms- well, front hooves against the ground to tether yourself
>You could make this work

>You scooted over to the water's edge, careful to avoid falling in
>The large, low, flat rocks hung over the water's edge; one slip and you'd become soaked
>Slowly inserting a hoof into the water, you come to the realization that it is lukewarm
>A little surprising, but considering how hot it was out today, you weren't baffled
>The mountain was undoubtedly taking in rainwater, preventing it from reaching the desert wastes behind you, which was also the reason for the forest
>But this would be unsustainable, so water was likely being pushed up to the top of the mountain by some form of underground geyser
>You rotate around, plot facing the current, and rest on your knees
>Wriggling backwards, you manage to get your rear hooves into the water
>A few more gyrations and the rear third of your body was in the water, back legs completely submerged
>You laid on the comfortably warm rock, thinking only of the feeling of water pulsing against your body, cleaning the pee out of your fur
>At least it hadn't gotten in your mouth


>Eventually you grew bored of the sensation, and knew that eventually Purple would come find you
>So you tried to scoot yourself back up, attempting to pull yourself out like you did at the pool
>As you push your right hoof against the bedrock, you slip, and begin desperately trying to grab at the stone before your hoof fell off alongside you, the bottom half growing wet as well
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>You hold onto the edge of the rock with your remaining hoof, summoning all your strength to attempt one last pull
>But without fingers, you cannot get a grip on the stone, and feel yourself slip from the rocky edge
>You are pulled into the river by the swirling water, your front half also becoming soaked as you are deposited in the faster-moving center of the river 
>You shut your eyes instinctively as your form is pulled under the surface by an underwater current
>Commence flashback to the time you nearly drowned.


>Kicking out desperately, you manage to push your head above water
>Blinking the water out from your eyelids, you can tell that you've traveled about 10 meters since you were ripped from your perch
>The river was quick, but not nearly much so as rapids
>Remembering what you learned about riptides, you attempt to swim back to the shore at a diagonal, but it's no use
>You just go with the flow, struggling to keep your head above water
>It was just a matter of time until it slowed, stopped, or turned sharp enough fro you to reach an edge

>You can feel the angle of the earth, and by extension the river, dip deeper downwards 
>By extension, the stream began speeding up, your body tugged with it
>You manage to rotate your body, trying to analyze your surroundings
>What was that whooshing noise?
>Ahead of you, you manage to see the horizon, the river disappearing from your vision
>Wait, that would mean...


>You redouble your efforts, attempting to swim to shore by going with the the direction of the water, but the current is simply too fast, and you make no progress
>So you tuck your legs in to minimize any chance of injury as the edge draws closer
>You close your eyes, not wanting to watch yourself die
>You didn't move as you felt the water speed gradually increase, and listen as the wooshing sound grew louder

>For a moment you felt weightless
>Then you felt yourself land with a "SPLOOSH!", with a twinge of pain arcing across your rear legs

>You claw back up to the surface, head penetrating the water
>The current had slowed, and you desperately kicked out towards the shore
>Pulling yourself to sandy ground, you crawl a few steps away from your edge and roll onto your back, just taking in the comforting feel of the ground beneath you
>You began coughing out water, but your lungs seemingly weren't damaged
>The only sounds were your rough breathing and the flowing water.

>Eventually, you sit up and gauge your surroundings
>You were in some kind of pit, with a waterfall depositing water into a large pool, which churned violently where the waterfall slammed against the pond and flowed into a slow, wide stream
>You look up and see that the pit has convex walls that curve back inwards at the very top, making the pit essentially cone-shaped with an open top that was ~80% the radius of the bottom 
>The edges of the pit were smooth, and you spied no obvious entrances- or exits
>But surely the water had to go somewhere
>So you walked with the current- a short journey, as the hole seemed to be 40 meters in diameter
>Reaching the opposite wall, you see a small slit at the base from which the water was exiting, about three meters wide and ~14 inches tall
>There was no way you were fitting through there
>And even if you could ,there was a decent chance it led underground, and you doubted you'd be able to return through it
>Twilight would inevitably find you down here, but a meal missed and a scolding was the superior alternative to drowning
>So you decided to wait.

>It had been six hours, and Twilight was nowhere to be seen
>God this was boring
>You were trying to draw in the sand along the pond's edge, but there's only so much you could do with its limited surface area and a hoof
>But the constant thirst was unbearable
>Your supply of water had run out long ago
>Twiggles told you not to drink anything, so you tried to block these thoughts of dehydration
>But thoughts of juice, soda, and booze flowed through your mind like water
>...
>You couldn't take this anymore
>It was a river, so it should be freshwater, right?
>And it was better than dying either way
>You walk over to the stream and bow your head down, lapping up the water
>It tasted sorta odd, like that one water fountain at your old job
>You didn't live in Flint though (too many dindus), so you weren't worried

>How long had it been?
>Two hours? Three?
>It seemed like every time you drank water, the sooner you'd need more
>Might be partially saltwater
>You'd figured... Twilight...? Yeah, Twilight would have found you by now
>You'd try yelling out for her, but the rimmed top deflected much of the sound back inside
>Hunger was starting to set in, and you didn''t feel so good
>Maybe you'd take... a little nap.


>Be Twilight Sparkle
>Anon had disappeared, and you were panicking
>Thousands of possibilities flitted through your head
>Where had she gone? What if she was hurt? What if she was DEAD???
>You had better find her
>Spreading your wings, you take one breath before taking to the skies
>A pegasus's-eye view would be your best bet
>Unless she was kidnapped by Diamond Dogs and taken underground.
>You fly a little faster.

>"I'm sorry Twilight, but we can't find her." Rainbow Dash said sadly, Fluttershy hovering meekly behind her
>You saw Rainbow imperceptibly cringe in fear of your response
"Did you check the southeast too??"
>"Of COURSE we did, Bookworm."
>Flapping your wings for five hours had gotten tiring, and your panic had been slowly rising since realizing your daughter had gone missing
>With every minute finding Anon became more unlikely
>Where could she have gone? Did she get lost? Did she try to run away?
>"Look, it's getting late. We should get some rest and start again in the morning."
"My BABY is MISSING and you want to take a nap?!"
>You were overreacting, but you were a mother missing her child, so it must be permissible, right?
>"We're not gonna be able to find Anon in the dark." Dash insisted
>"And between you and me" she whispered, "Fluttershy looks like she's gonna pass out"
>You look over Dash's shoulder and see Fluttershy struggling to maintain a level altitude, blinking more than she should
>You sighed, glancing at the rising moon
"Alright, but we're starting again first thing in the morning"
>"Don't worry, Anon is a smart filly. She'll be fine."


>You didn't take time to appreciate the glow of the radiant morning sun as you tried to figure out where Anon was, huddling underneath some much-appreciated shade.
>You levitated a map up in front of you, its face covered in colored-coded marks and zones
>Your handiwork, of course
>Where could your filly be?
>You'd checked everywhere, and now you were considering external intervention
>Discord had a habit of fucking with you, but this didn't really seem his style
>Had she been kidnapped? It had already happened twice
>Although the first one was your doing
>What if-
>A flash of color in the corner of your eye drew your attention upwards
>A rainbow beam arced across the sky, and you watched it streak closer and closer, braking rapidly in front of you
>"Twilight! Twilight! We found her!"
>Your anxiety simultaneously dropped and balooned with that statement, nauseating your heart
"Is she safe?? She's not hurt, is she?? Is Anon okay???"
>Rainbow suddenly decided that a nearby cloud was incredibly interesting

>Following Rainbow Dash had been a simple affair
>For the first time ever, you were outpacing her, and had to frequently stop so she could catch up
>A few moments wouldn't make a difference, but you really wished she'd hurry for your sake
>Eventually the two of you land next to a waterfall that poured into some sort of chasm
>"She's in there." Rainbow said gravely, pointing into said abyss
"Did you try talking with her yet?"
>"Yeah, but, uh, we figured you'd get a better response from her
>You ignored that comment to meet your filly
>You loved that little foal more than the world, even if she was a pain sometimes

>You dash past Rainbow without saying a word, extending your wings to hover over the pit.
>You began descending vertically with a gentle beating of your wings, barely going slower than freefall.
>You spy a little green filly at the bottom, with Fluttershy keeping her company.
>But Anon seemed... different.
>Listening in, you could hear Fluttershy speaking to her in a slow, deliberate pattern.
>The same way she spoke to sick animals.

>You land on the sandy floor and rush to your filly, essentially tackling her into a Mama Bear hug
"Ohmygodiwassoworriedwhathappened??"
>Out of the corner of your eye, you see Fluttershy back away demurely
>"I... huh?" Anon answered groggily, not expressing any emotion other than bewilderment
>She was confused, but not in a 'just woke up' or 'hit their head on a doorknob' way.
"Ac-hem, what I meant to say was, what happened young lady?" you asked, trying to add a stern edge to your words.
>"Well I, uh, I..."
>"Uh..."
"Anon, if this is some sort of practical joke, you'd better cut your losses or there will be Tartarus to pay."
>"I'm sorry, I'm just trying to remember what's going on..."
"Anon, this isn't funny. I want an explanation NOW."
>You scan her face for one of the telltale signs that Anon was lying.
>Her muzzle didn't scrunch in the slightest.
>No blushing drew on her face.
>Her eyes didn't stray from your gaze.
>This-
>This wasn't some type of trick.
>"I'm s-sorry, I don't know. Can we go eat please? I'm really hungry, and I think I'd feel better after."
>Sorry?
>Please?
>Anon looked at you with a shy expression and timid posture, retracting as if you were a stran-
>No
>No no no...
"Ah- I, uh..."
>Anon turns her head with an inquisitive look on her face
"*achem*, Anon, do you remember who I am?"
>"..."
>"I'm sorry miss, I don't."
"..."
"..."
"It's me sweetie. It's your mama." you answered, soul being rent in two.
>"Oh, uh, r-right." Anon bluffed, "Well, do you know how I got here?"
>This-
>This couldn't be happening
"I- I don't know. I wish I knew." you choked out .
>You noticed Anon trying to hide an embarassed look, pawing a hoof on the sandy ground.
"What is it?"
"I, uh... well... Who exactly am I?"
>This-
>This couldn't be happening.
>You could feel Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash staring, thier eyes boring into the back of your skull, but you didn't care about them.
>The only thing that mattered in this moment was you and the most important piece of your life.
"You're Anonymous, remember? The cutest, most wonderful filly in all of Equestria?"
>"Anonymous... that sounds right, kinda."
"B-but you remember how much you love me, right?"
"...Yes?" she hesitated.
>You scoop up the filly in your arms, her head firmly planted over your shoulder
>You leaned closer to whisper into her ear.
"Anon... c-come back... please."
>You held Anon tighter than you ever had before, trying to sqeeuze the memories out your daughter.
"Please Anon. Please." you begged, your soul aching with desperate want, attempting to hold back tears.
>It didn't work.
"Come b-back to me Anon." you whispered, stroking her mane softly as you felt tears trickle down your face.
>...
>"I'm sorry, I don't know what going on, Mi- ...Mom."
>The rest of your life would be defined as the pre-Anon, Anon, and post-Anon periods.


>You sat at the dining room table, responding to aid request letters with undeterring efficiency.
>You kept yourself busy by drowning yourself in bureaucracy.
>Focusing on other ponies' lives made the days a bit easier to handle.
>You heard the front door open, then slam shut, followed by the clip-clop of hooves.
>Eventually, Anon found her way into the room, giving you that "I want something" look, but it was far gentler than what you had been used to so long ago.
>It had been two heart-stabbing months.
>"Hey mom?" she asked in her chipper tone.
"Yes, sweetie?"
>"I was wondering if I could have a slumber party with my friends? I finished all my homework already."
"Sure thing Anon, if it's okay with Applejack."
>"Actually, we're staying over at Sweetie Belle's place." she corrected you.
"Alright, just be a good filly."
>She dumped her saddlebag onto the floot and moved to leave, then turned around and gave you a big hug, which you returned lifelessly.
>"Bye Mom!"
>You stared at the empty doorway long after she had left.
>You secretly enjoyed when Anon was gone.
>One less reminder.

>Your daughter was friendly and popular, always off and about with some friends.
>Too bad you couldn't say the same.
>It was like back before you'd become an Element of Harmony; you stayed cooped up in the castle, doing paperwork and studying dusty books.
>The others didn't understand, they never had to deal with something like this. 
>Applejack was the only one who truly appreciated what you were going through.
>But the others didn't care.
>In trying to avoid the topic, they inadvertently avoided you.
>Always too busy spending time with their loved ones, citing their family events as excuses whenever possible.
>FLAUNTING them.
'Sigh.'
>That was unfair.
>They weren't trying to hurt you.
>You were the one avoiding them..
>Nowadays you just lacked the drive to socialize.
>Besides, you had become a dreary figure.
>You maintained poor hygeine, showed disinterest in every conversation, and generally exuded an unfriendly atmosphere.
>Why would anypony want to be with you?


>You levitate Anon's backpack onto the table, looking for the history test she had been studying for.
>You pull out her binder, and see it at the front of the stack of papers.
>95%.
>Apparently you had rubbed off on "New" Anon.
>She always did her homework and was a straight-A student, smiley-face stickers on every assignment. 
>She didn't even 'forget' her school projects anymore, forcing you to complete them the night before.
>Scribbling rapidly while Anon "helped", by sitting next to you and pretending she was contributing.
>You missed those days.

>You pulled out your chair and stood up, stretching out your legs before taking a walk through the castle.
>Heh, you remembered the times you had GM'd Ponyfinder sessions with Anon, Cadance, Shining Armor, and Discord.
>You still did.
>It was the only time you reliably socialized anymore.
>You had hoped that playing it would trigger some memories in Anon, wishing she'd recognize something, ANYTHING.
 >But you just had to re-explain the rules to her, and watch as she role-played with kindness to NPC's.


>It was a Friday, so you could "sleep in" tomorrow.
>It's not like a weekday ever stopped you though.
>You unlock the windowed wooden door to your liquor cabinet, swinging it open in a motion all too familiar to you.
>You don't even know why you bother to lock it. 
>Nowadays, Anon wouldn't even consider disobeying you.
>You reached out past numerous containers of various alcoholic drinks, the empty bottles making clinking noises as you fumbled for what remained of your stash.
>You managed to dig out your last bottle of wine, levitating a large glass out from the cupboard.
>You had to make another trip to the liquor store this weekend.
>You were a regular now, purchasing bags of various spirits biweekly.
>Heh, you should be the Princess of Alcoholism.
>You weren't the first to use that title.
>But you didn't care about what the tabloids said.
>You didn't care about much, really.


>On the kitchen wall sat a calender, featuring " 'Group Meeting'" (You tried to avoid the word Anonymous where possible), "Anon's Tuba Recital", and Sunday marked with a red circle.
>Oh yeah, you were visiting your parents this weekend
>Anon loved spending time with her grandparents.
>At least that hadn't changed.
>Even though the family never brought it up, you knew that they pitied you.
>Another swig of the vintage drink couldn't drown out that line of thought.
>Their forced smiles couldn't hide the aching consolation in their eyes.
>Always feeling bad for you, like you were some sort of invalid.
>You were pretty sure your brother was trying to keep Flurry out of sight when you were around.
>How emotionally disbalanced did they think you were?
>They all thought you were some sort of sniveling wreck.
>Were you?
>You look down at your reflection in the half-filled glass, bags underneath your puffy eyes, mane unkempt and unwashed.
>When was the last time you showered?
>You could take care of Anon, but not yourself.
>Who were you kidding, you couldn't take care of ANYPONY.


>Your family not only pitied you, but they all surely saw you as a failure.
>'Couldn't even keep an eye on her own kid'.
>'Our daughter's an alicorn and we're doing fine, why isn't she?'
>Probably judging you for being a single mom.
>You gulped another mouthful of wine, appreciating its earthy flavor.
>It's not like you got knocked up, you just wanted a baby of your own.

>Alicornhood had a price.
>A price you had never agreed to.
>And no orphanage would let a barely-legal single mother adopt, much less a duty-laden princess.
>You had hopelessly tried to find one, but they all rejected you.
>They made the right choice.


>Taking another draft of "Mommy's Special Drink", you levitate a glass plate over to you, holding it in your hooves.
>It was an expensive griffon-made piece of china, part of a unique set.
>You didn't even know how much it costed, just that it was a lot.
>With all your strength, you thrust it Equestriabound, a rush of energy filling you as it shattered against the floor with a loud 'CRASH!!', fragments flying everywhere.
>It felt good, taking out your frustration on something so fragile.
>Pulling another plate out of the cabinet, you hover it over to yourself before repeating the action.
*CRASH!!
>More. More.
*CRASH!!
>Your family thought you were a failure.
*CRASH!!
>Your friends avoided you.
*CRASH!!
>Celestia probably despised you, sullying her good name and having wasted all her teaching, all those lessons.
*CRASH!!
>You were an embarassment to Equestria!
*CRASH!!
>You hated being so lonely! So ALONE in the world!
*CRASH!!
>...
>...But most of all, you hated yourself.
>On so many levels.
>...
>...
>...
>The silence became oppressive, contrasting the violent crashes immediately prior.
>You drank deeply from your wineglass, desperately trying to ignore the world.
>...
>This wasn't your fault.
>You were the victim.
>You did noth-
>You didn't even bother to finish the thought.
>Even if it was unintentional, even if it was an accident, it was your choices that lead to this.
>If you had just given Anon a little space, a little autonomy, it never would have happened.
>No, she couldn't take care of herself, she wasn't ready to handle such things.
>'Because you did such a swell job', you thought to yourself.
>You never gave her a proper chance.
>No, HIM.
>Denying his identity was willfully neglectful.
>You meekly drop the plate in your hoof down onto the floor, breaking it into halves.
>It wasn't the only broken thing in this castle.


>You walked down the hall, slowly descending a staircase.
>All that time trying to care for Anon's emotional needs... wasted.
>In the end, nothing you had done mattered.
>No, things were worse now.
>You stoop to a corner of the basement, facing a nondescript brown chest.
>Opening the lid, you look upon a device, one you had enchanted yourself.
>Grasping it against your body, your run a hoof against its cold metallic surface.
>The emerald collar had been removed long ago, its pink runes deactivated, the only proof of their existence being a slight discoloration in their absence.
>Once or twice you had pulled this relic out, staring into its dark body, trying to avoid the sight of your reflection.
>It was the only true memento you had of the old Anon.
>Sadness, regret, and guilt flowed through you in equal parts.
>This wasn't the first time you had stared into its shiny exterior.
>And every time you just felt worse for seeing it.
>You shove it back into the box, chiding yourself for making the same mistake again as you shut the lid wildly.
>Although in the grand scheme of your life, it hardly registered.

>You didn't trust yourself to teleport while under the influence of so much alcohol.
>So you unsteadily amble up the stairs, lost in thought, grateful that your bedroom was only on the second floor.
>Stumbling down the hall, it takes a few attempts to successfully jiggle the doorknob and open the door to your room, flopping onto the bed you had shared with Anon many times.
>Good times..
>Happy times..
>You shut the door behind you; Anon knew that meant don't come in, and you didn't want the filly that worshipped you to see you hungover.
>At least you hadn't passed out on the hallway floor again.
>You pulled the covers over yourself, not bothering to brush your teeth.
>Despite your overwhelming intoxication, sleep didn't come easily.
>Hours were spent staring at the blank ceiling, praying for a dreamless night and lamenting your wretched existence.
>Why was the universe so cruel to you?
>Why did it have to deny you the satisfaction of sharing your love with a child?
>Couldn't it just fulfill one simple wish?
>...
>No.
>This was everything you had wished for.
>...
>...But not what you wanted.
>You wanted Anon back.
>But Anon was gone.

/Thus ends Possible Ending 3


>Carefullly, you manage to pull yourself up using small movements, wary of a slick portion of the rock
>Falling in the river would both get you wet and invoke Twilight's wrath
>You could barely imagine how mad she'd be when she found you
>So you manage to shimmy back omnto solid earth, shaking your rump a bit to expunge some of the water matting your fur
>You turn your head to look back at it
>Your hair had been darkened by the wetness, and it clung closer to your body, the curves of your plump childbearing hips more defined
>No wonder you were nearly raped, even though you were just a filly you were thicc
>You could imagine your own manhood sliding into your virgin 
>It's not like you'd be able to hide it from Twilight
>You'd just have to remember to keep your ass behind you

>You trot back to Alpha Camp, and see Twilight scooping up some sandy dirt (looked kind of weird for sand) and pour it into a small box
>"Oh, you're back? Took you long enough."
>You didn't say anything, wanting to avoid a avoid a conversation
>She turns and looks at you
>"Wait, why is... did you go swimming?!" she asks in a demanding tone
"No, no, it's not like that."
>"Well then, would you like to explain why you're soaking wet?"
>You weren't sure you would classify it as "soaking wet",
>You briefly thought about making up a story where you were the victim, but there was no realistic way to do so
>So the truth it is.
"Well, when I went to pee..."


>"Anon, I can't believe you would do such a foolish thing."
"I-I just didn't want to disturb you." you answered, which was mostly true
>"Well, I'm gonna give you a firm talking-to when we get home."
>Eh, there was  a 60% chance she'd forget all about it
>Best give her a distraction before she began seething over it
"So, uh, what's going on with the river?"
>Her face glowed upon hearing your question, eager to show off her intellect
> "I think the river's been polluted with Forget-Me-Salt- probably an earthquake upset some store up in these mountains, and it's being carried downriver via erosion, which would explain the ponies' forgetful behavior down in town. Fortunately, the river splits so much that the stream to town only contains a very small amount of the substance
"Oh, that's interesting." you lied
>Why should you care about poor people?
>"The bad news is that we'll need to dam the river up here , which will cut off the supply to town. So I need to set up some sort of emergency service to bring water here while we decontaminate the supply."
"I'm not gonna have to carry anything up this mountain, am I?"
>"No, this doesn't mean any extra work for you." she answered with just a touch of annoyance. 
"What do I do now?"
>"We're going to the source." she said, levitating you onto her back
>Oh, joy

>You dig into your hayburger, eager to forget the day
>It had been so boring, following her around which she wrote shit down and made all sorts of measurements
>You found the source of the problem- some huge diamond-esque crystals had fallen over into the river, slowly being eroded by the current
>Twiggles levitated them out, and you had to sit there for half an hour while she did magic science shit
>Good thing she told you to bring a book
>You didn't want to because she called it a "short excursion", which was a lie.
>Looking up, you could see her snootle-deep into a container of fries, bits of ketchup and ranch staining her muzzle
>Taking a swig of soda, you relish the flavor of root beer
>Some things were still the same in Equestria
>Twiggles eventually stops pigging out (das' racisst) and looks over you, rubbing off the condiments with a few napkins
>"Since you were such a good filly today Anon, you can choose what we do for the rest of the night."


"Buck E.-"
>"And NO Buck E. Cheese."
>You slouch lower into the booth, crossing your hooves against your chest
>What else was there to do in this low-tech dystopia?
>You were tired from a long day of watching Twilight work
>Maybe you could make her work a bit more
"I''d like to go flying."

>"Anon, flying for an Earth Pony is impossible." she said dismissively
>You doubted that, what with magic hax
"C'mon Twilight, it's my dream."
>"Besides, flying isn't safe for a little filly, unless you want to hover a foot above the ground."
"Why'd you have to make me a mu- Earth Pony anyway?"
>She looks away from you,gazing out the window
>"...No reason."
>...
>"Tell you what, I'll carry you around for a short flight. Deal?"
>You weren't going to get anything better than that 
>You didn't exactly have a lot of bargaining power.
"Alright, deal." you sighed

>You sat astride Twilight outside the diner, ignoring the urge to say "Giddyup"
>"Are you ready?" she asks, turning her head to look at you
"Yep." you answered, fear rising relative to your excitement
>"Alright, hold on."
>What do you think I'm doing bitch?
>Twilight begins flapping her wings gently, taking off vertically
>At about 10 feet she switches to a forward velocity with an upward angle
>You clutch tighter to her neck as she accelerates, capping out at 15 mph and circling over Fillydelphia at a few hundred feet (Eurocucks GTFO)
>This was a revolutionary moment for you
 >The gentle woosh you felt in your oversized ears was one of the most beautiful things you had ever heard
>The feel of the wind blowing across your fur and through your mane
>The moon lighting the lantern-illuminated town below, with ponies the size of mice
>"Having fun Anon?"
"Yeah!" you answered back, knowing that she'd do this more often with your verbal excitement
>You felt so free up here, unbounded by gravity
>Even if you weren't going very fast, you wanted this.
>Fuck being an earth pony, if Twiggles can get wings so can you
>...But why stop there?


>You can feel a warm surge cross your body, undoubtedly some heathen witchcraft
>Twilight begins to slow down, eventually descending onto a cloud 
>She seemed to stand on it as a surface rather than levitating in space
>Purple floats you off of her back, and you kick your legs out against her magic in fear 
>She just smiles and gently rests you onto the cloud, and you find yourself sitting on the pillowy surface
>Apparently pegasi could do this, although how was beyond you
>Looking over, you see Twilight laying on her side, and she raised a wing in invitation, giving you that same lovey-dovey smile that rarely meant anything good
>"You're welcome to join me."
>Something often forgotten in stories – it was cold up in the sky, as you were fully exposed to the wind and further away from reflected heat off of the earth's surface
>Plus it was getting darker
 >You scooch over to her position, careful to avoid the edge
>Snuggling up against her warm frame, she lowers a wing over you, blocking the wind and covering you like a blanket
>You rub your cheek against her fur, appreciating her softness
>She leans her head down and plants a gentle kiss on your scalp
>In the process, you catch a whiff of her familiar scent
>Odd that you recognized it so easily, it's not like you snuggled up to her TOO much
>Whatever.
>Neither of you talk, just appreciating the other's presence
>Slowly the cloud underneath the both of you warmed up a little bit
>comfy.png

>Tilting your head backwards, you can see Twiggles gazing to the horizon, lost in thoughts all alone
"Twilight, you're a woman of science, y-."
>"MARE" she interrupted with a twinge of annoyance
"Sure, sure. But you don't honestly believe those princesses move the sun and moon, right?"
>"But of course they do. It's scientifically proven."
>Finally, something you knew more about
>But right before you were about to go Newton on her flank, she continued her train of thought
>"Oh, I see the problem. You're used to EARTH's sun and moon."
"I doubt orbital physics has changed much between our universes."
>Then again, magic was a thing here, and pegasi could fly with wings that would never be able to support their weight on Earth
>"Well, ORBITAL physics hasn't."
>"You see, our sun is smaller than our planet, and the sisters maintain its orbit and prevent it from crashing into Equestria. Like your moon"
>(X) Doubt
>You were no physics major, but that seemed wrong somehow
>This answer was tenuous at best, but Twiggles genuinely seemed to believe it.
>Then again, she was very good at lying to you.
>Your best guess?
>The alicorns didn't control the sun or moon, but pretend they do so the populace believe they are gods
>Just like Egyptian and Eastern monarchies
>A coverup worthy of the (((Illuminati)))

>After a few more minutes, Twiggles stands up 
"Time to go?"
>"Yep."
>Instead of letting you fly down, she teleports the two of you home, and you find yourself in the Castle's kitchen
>It takes you a second to regain your senses from being whisked across half a continent, but Purple just walks over to the icebox like she had only taken a long step
>"Would you like some ice cream before bed?'
>You had decided before she had even finished her sentence
"I've heard some dumb questions in my life Twiggles, but that takes the cake."
>"We don't have any cake silly." she adds with a smile
>Brainlet-level banter

>Be Open Heart
>Couple's counseling wasn't going well
>"I'M the bad parent? Who spent all their time cooped up in a lab and away from the kids?"
>"It's not like you did any better. Is that all this is about? Me being busy at work, trying to improve Equestria with important research?"
>"I saw those letters!" Miss Velvet cried out explosively
>Before she had been bitter, perhaps even agitated
>Now she was nearly indistinguishable from an erupting volcano
>A bit of shock registered on Mr. Light's face, its reason unclear
>"Oh, you've been going through my mail?? So much for trust!"
>"-letters from SLUTS wanting advice on their "capstone project" my ass!!"
"Well trust is a two-way street, you cannot-" you tried to intervene, but to them you were nonexistent
>Hey, most progress didn't involve the interviewer anyway
>"I wonder how many 4.0's you were handing out, hmm?" Miss Velvet continued
>"I can't believe you'd even CONSIDER this a possibility! Maybe all that time neglecting Twilight made you a little paranoid!"
>"Don't try to pin this on me!" Miss Velvet intejected
>"-If you're gonna SPY on me, maybe we should rethink our situation!"
>"Maybe!"
>This was fine.
>Everything would be fine, you were sure.
>...
>Maybe working at this couples' weekend retreat was a mistake

>Be the filly
♫  "Going to grandma's house, eating lots of cookies" you sang to yourself in a Cartman-like fashion "Getting spoiled rotten, and everyday watch tv!"
>"That's not a proper rhyme Anon."
"It's the thought that counts." you replied, knocking on a familiar door that signified a odd fusion of breathing room and smothering
>After a moment the door swang open, and a tired-looking Twilight Velvet brightened upon realizing you were there
>"Oh, you're here already? I'm not quite ready, the house is a mess-"
>"No, the house looks wonderful." Twiggles insisteed 
>"Well come in, come in!" grandma said, swinging the door open wider to allow you entrance
>You passed through the living room and over its /comfy/ shag carpet, taking notice of a blanket and pillow lying on the couch
>"Oh, did he leave them out again?" Velvet tssked in annoyance, using her magic to levitate them into the hall closet
>You jump onto the now-available couch, settling in anticipation of Orange Cheese Puffs
>"Is everything okay mom?" Twilight asked
>"Oh yeah, everything's fine. Just fine. It's getting kind of boring around here though, not much to do."
>"Where's dad?"
>"Oh, doing Celestia knows what."
>The two of them kept talking and talking and talking, eventually moving into the kitchen
>The capital was busy preparing some sort of big festival
>There was a 50% chance Twiggles would drag you along, but you might be able to sneak some booze at least
>Canterlot University was making some big strides in medical research, most of the terminology going over your head
>You understood bits and pieces, surely more than any arts or humanities retard would
>And apparently "grandma" was taking skydiving lessons, much to Purple's chagrin
>That was pretty cool, maybe you could join her
>Not likely, but still
>...
>Listening in on their conversation got boring fast
>Goddammit, go away Twilight
>You're dumping me here so you could go have a spa day or an orgy or whatever
>Let me relax
"Oh boy, my tummy sure is rumbly" you said, massaging your stomach with a hoof
>That got Velvet's attention, and you hear her  shuffling around, likely pulling food from her pantry
>"Twilight, what do I tell you every time you come over? You're not feeding Anon enough, she's wasting away!" Velvet henpecked
>For once Twiggles was the one getting nagged 
>lesmug.png
>"You should listen to me more, I know bet-"
>"Well, uh, I have to go do some princess work" Twilight interrupted, obviously not wanting to listen any further, "Just don't spoil her too much, okay?"
>You hear the familiar *pop* of teleportation, followed by a dejected "ooh" noise
>That didn't sound good
>Grand- Velvet popped her head inside the living room
>"I, uh,  forgot to buy groceries Anon. Would you like to eat out?"
"Hell yeah!" you answered, head filled with thoughts of fried foods
>Why couldn't you live with grandma?
>If only you could invoke FPS somehow.
>Damn collar.

>Be Anon
>Trotting down a cobblestone street, tummy full of burrito
>Canterlot was truly a beautiful place
>Ponies walking the streets, oftentimes running into an acquantice and starting conversation
>Not a cloud in the sky, with a light wind and the perfect temperature
>You didn't even see any zebras or griffons
>If only you could figure out how to do the same for Europe
>"Say Anon, would you like to come with me to run some errands?

>It wasn't like you really had a choice
>You weren't gonna make her walk you home then go back
>Helping her with the groceries had been the best part
>Sneakily adding in junk food to the cart
>She had to go talk to some friend with a set of scales for an ass tatoo, and you had to stay in the waiting room and read magazines
>According to the tabloids Cadance was a nymphomaniac and Twilight had a drinking problem
>They weren't entirely wrong
>But now you slogged behind her in a furniture store while she looked at various sofas and quills (??)
>Why do you even need a new couch, your current one was fine
>It's not like you were moving, property values in Canterlot were way too high
>Hopefully you wouldn't have to go dress shopping

>Thankfully you weren't forced to be sized for ugly, overly colorful clothing
>Walking home with shopping bags tied to your saddle like you were child labor
>"Don't buy what you can't lift" -/fit/, probably
>Though the next sentence grandma said brightened your mood a bit
>"I think you've earned a present"

>Sitting inside a bookstore
>You had been hoping to visit a toy store, but you hadn't passed one on the way back to Velvet's house, so you settled for some Twiggles-approved recreation
>You had awhile before Purple would be back, so you casually roamed the cramped bookshelf-lined corridors of the store while Velvet goes to buy some coffee
>Just like she had for lunch less than an hour ago.
>And apparently for breakfast.
>She legit had a problem.
>Browsing through nonfiction when a glossy blue book catches your eye
>Out of pure curiousity you pull it from the shelf, and look ats its covering featuring a white filly with a confused expression on her face
>'Growing Up and Out:'
>'What a Filly Needs to Know about her Developing Body'

>Eventually grandma finds you sitting in the aisle, flipping through the book's contents
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>"What have you got there Anon?" she asked with the air of a junkie who just got their hit
"It's about being a filly and growing up. I like the pictures of the colts."
>You could see her face freeze-frame
>"I-I don't think that's a good book for you. How about a nice chapter book?"
"But I need to know this!" you insisted, reveling in her discomfort "I'm a big filly!"
>"How about you ask Twilght?" Velvet redirected, undoubtedly hoping you'd forget it by the time you were back in her house
>A purple aura enveloped the tome as it was returned to the shelf
>Grandma nudged you with her head in the direction of the children's wing of the bookstore
>Hopes = dashed
>Filly = broken

>You had left the store with a generic YA fiction book about an artist who had to save his country from a secret faction who wanted to subvert it
>You wish you could've gotten a book from the roped-off section
>Now you laid on the couch, reading about a raid on a griffon cabal when you heard a door slam shut
>"Well, you're back sooner than expected." Velvet said without emotion
>"Finished early." the familiar voice of Night Light answered briskly
>You swore you heard grandma mutter something under her breath
>Wait a second
>Sleeping on the couch
>Visiting lawyer friend
>New furniture shopping
>This could only mean one thing
>devilish.png

>Pulling this off would require precision. Nudges, not pushes
>But if you pulled this off, you would have gotten some scrap of revenge against Twilight
>You'd watched your parents' relationship crumble, and listened in to enough fights to gauge how these conversations started
>sadpepe.png
>"Hi granddad!" you said, wrapping him in a hug
>He hugged you back in a reserved manner. The grip of a broken stallion.
>"Had a fun day, huh?" he asked lifelessly
"Yep! Me and Grandma went shopping!"
>"She sure does that a lot, doesn't she?"
>You could see Velvet out of the corner of your eye, listening in on the conversation from the kitchen.
>"It was a lot of fun. We went and bought couches and books and lunch at a very nice resturaunt. The part were we went to the lawyer place was boring though."
>It was at this point that Velvet decided to interject
>"Anon, sweetie, why don't you go upstairs to read your book? I can have some cookies brought up to you soon, okay sweetie?"
"Okay grandma." you said, shuffling out
>There was nothing more you could do here
>You trotted up the stairs, finding refuge in the guest room
>You keep the door opened a crack and press your head against the gap
>Just like the olden days
>The sound of their conversation was muted, but audible
>"Velvet, you can't just make these decisions without me!  Couples are supposed to communicate dammit!"
>"Oh, like you don't go behind my back! Do any more "capstone" research today??"
>"Again with the paranoia! Where's the trust?? Where has YOUR contribution to our relationship been??""
>"I'M the one pulling this family along! While you're always away doing your 'research', I've practically been raising the foals alone!"
>"Raising Shining, maybe!"
>"Like you've helped at all! Maybe Twilight's developmental problems were a lack of fatherly influence!"
>"I've gotta push multiple research projects at once because you insist on buying everything our kids ever wanted and put nothing in savings!"
>"No, you just insist on scrimping and saving every bit like a griffon!"
>"I'm trying to keep our finances together between the mortgage and my surgery, but you demand on spending every bit you can! Maybe if you didn't buy $150 worth of coffee every week we'd be in a better situation!"
>...
>"Look, if we need to we can just borrow some money until-"
>"I don't WANT to borrow any more money from the kids! Do you have any idea how pathetic that makes us look??"
>"Clearly we aren't seeing any to eye on anything in our relationship". Velvet said with a huff
>"How did I ever fall in love with you in the first place?"
>"Maybe you didn't." 
>"Then why are we here?" Night Light said, finally putting to words what the couple had been thinking for some time.
>...
>...
>The silence stretched on indefinitely, as the two left to begin individual tasks in serperate rooms
>mischiefmanaged.gif

>Be Anonfilly
>It had been nearly an hour since the "lovers' " fight
>You had nearly forgotten about it, you were becoming engrossed in the book
>It had really taken nothing to start the feud. You thought it would've taken some prodding and poking to incite an argument, but they pretty much just went off on their own
>gg ez
>You hear a knocking, and a cheerful-looking Twilight Velvet comes in holding a plate of cookies in her magical grip
>"Alright swwetie, here you go." she says without conviction, setting down the plate on the bed
>You wasted no time dropping the book and bending over (heh) to grab as many cookies as you could fit in a hoof
>Velvet sits down next to you, not really adressing your existence
"Is something wrong grandma?" you asked, feigning ignorance as you set the cookies back dow on the plate
>She seemed shocked at your awareness, as if you were retarded
>Wait, did she think you were?
>Was that why she was so nice to you?
>Pfft, of course not
>"No, nothing's wrong. Grandma just has a lot to think about."
"Is it bad? Is there any way I can help?" you probed, widening your eyes in fake innocence
>"No, I can handle this. It's just some relationship issues." she said sadly, seemingly regretting the last statement based based on the expansion of her pupils
"...Is somepony being mean to you?"
>"...Well, uh... no." she lied
>The way your parents had lied to you
"Are you sure?"
>"Anon, I'd rather-"
 "If somepony isn't making you happy, you should leave and go make new friends! Just like Twilight taught me! Isn't that right grandma?"
>"I, well, yes, I guess..."
"And even if your friends are away you can still play by yourself. It's better than hanging around with bullies." you pushed
>Velvet bent over and hugged you
>"Thanks Anon, I needed that." she said sadly
>Anon: 8, Twiggles...
>Well, numbers didn't matter
>Revenge was sweet.


>Be Anonfilly
>Standing in a large, empty auditorium, the lacquered wooden floor making squeaking noises if you pushed your hoof against it just right
>You gulp in a large breath of air and blow into your tuba with as much force as possible
>"BRRRUUMP!" the instrument sang crudely, as if tortured by your complete disregard for it
>"Anon, you can't just blow it as hard as possible and expect it to come out right" said the pompous gray mare instructing you
>Heh, blow
"Sure I can. It's post-neoliberealism. Get with the times."
>"You can't just make up-" Octavia started indignantly 
>BRAAMMFF!! you blare deeply, the single note booming through the acousticly-designed  room
"You see that? That was a derivative minimalistic l'aria drawing inspiration from Romare choral medleys, used to reflect on the singular nature of the pony condition."
>"Why you little-" she starts in her haughty tone before quickly silencing herself
>"BRAAAMF!!"
>"Look, I'm charging a lot of bits here, and I want-"
>"BRAAAMF!!"
>"Stop that!"
"Make me."
>...
>"I can't. I can't make you listen, or obey, or even learn how to play the tuba."
>Victory roy-
>"Buuuut, I imagine Miss Twilight won't be pleased if she comes to your recital next month only to find out you wasted MY time and HER money."
>Wait... recital?

>Be Anonfilly
>Scooping yourself a big bowl of ice cream using your mouth
>angrystephencolbert.png
>You were starting to get good at this
>Normally Twiggles would only let you have ice cream as dessert (and only if you ate all your vegetables), but she was gone
>Wait, what if she had memorized how much was left in the container?
>Eh, too late now.
>You manage to carry you bowl to the couch, a pile of unread Sunday funnies resting on the coffee table
>Perfect for a rainy Saturday
>The rain was barely short of torrential, with large drops banging against the crystal windows of the castle
>The sky was nearly black, the thick, dark clouds blotting out every square inch of the sky
>Not even Twiggles would force you outside
>Whatever, time for ice cream
>But right as you get /comfy/ on the couch, you hear the magical doorbell ring
>These better not be Mormares
>You gently place the bowl on the table and waddle over to the door
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" 
"...faggot" you mumble to yourself
>You struggle with the doorknob, not bothering to rush yourself
>Derpy probably lost one of your letters again
>Eventually you manage to swing the door open, starting your dialogue before seeing your visitor.
"Look Derpy, maybe-"
>Your blood froze when your gaze was no longer blocked by the crystal door
>On the porch stood a mint-green mare, her mane a bluer shade of mint, with a white streak running though it
>Although you couldn't see it at the moment, you knew she was sporting a Lyre for an Cutie Mark
>Lyra was soaking from head to tail, barrel heaving with every breath
>Her eyes were wild, in a way reserved for the unhinged, bearing so much focus that confirmed an unhealthy obsession
>Even dampened by the rain, you could tell that Lyra's coat and mane hadn't been cleaned in a long time 
>"Hello, Anon." she says emotionlessly, with a twinge of maniacal excitement

>You try to slam the door in her face, but her hoof manages to keep it open with greater force, and it eventually caves inwards
>fillyhasnogains.png
>You try to blitz your way inside, but mint pone uses her magic to pull on your legs, tripping you in the process
"H-hey, you can't come in, that violates the NAP!" you meme reflexively, mind being overrun by instinct
>Seriously tho, ancaps are retarded
>"Kid, let's sit down." she says, her tone not angry, but still aggressive
> You shamble to the couch, not wanting to invoke Lyra's wrath
>Maybe if you played nice now you could escape later
>You had no idea where m- Purple was, as the note she left was quite vague
>She probably had some sort of magic tripwire set up, so you only needed to last a few minutes
>Probably.
>Instead of immediately joining you, Lyra turns around, looking for something
>Apparently she finds it, and saunters forward to her target: the kitchen
>You keep your eye on her, watching her walk in as if she owned the place
>Lyra mutters something to herself as she randomly opens and closes cupboards with no rhyme or reason
>"A-ha!"
>With a face coated in a perverse glee, she turns to rejoin you, her horn aglow and levitating the item she had been looking for
>A Chef's Knife. 

>Lyra plops down next to you on the couch, the knife never more than two feet from your neck
>"Now Anon, it's veeeery important that you be honest with me. "
>You nod your head in fear
>"...Where to start...?"
>"Oh! How about the (((Princesss))) conspiracy!" she exclaims
>Shit, you were kinda a princess
>Rich
>Powerful
>Conniving
>Big snoot
>Wait, were you a pony Jew?
>Who controlled the banks in Equestria? You'd never been in one so far.
>Probably Griffins
>You look into Lyra's eyes, and see only the absence of reason
>Unlike on Earth, the Holocaust WAS gonna happen to you
>Better than being a communist at least
>That didn't matter. You'd be fine, r-right?
>Surely Twilight would be here soon

>Be Twilight
>The villain of the week was a toughie, and his lair was no exception, full of traps and magma
>While trying to maneuver a particularly tricky area, you feel a warmth on your flanks, indicating another Friendship Problem™
>You were a bit busy trying to  these caverns, and you didn't trust yourself to teleport out and back in, what with the pools of acid everywhere
>Let the others deal with it, odds are they didn't need you anyway
>The Friendship Map could get annoying sometimes

>Be Anonfilly
>"Now Anon, if we're gonna overthrow the (((Princesses))), we're gonna need proof of their treachery. Now where does Twilight keep her paperwork?"
>"She-"
>At this moment, a shock courses through your body, but you manage to maintain your position on the couch
>The collar was predesigned to prevent you from betraying Twilight
>Apparantly this qualified
>Lyra either didn't notice or didn't care about your minor spasm
"I- I don't know. I'm just a filly."
"Alright then. Anon, tell me about the humans"
>You collar warms at your thoughts, and you desperately try to force them out
>"I know they're real"
>Would having too strong a seizure cripple you? Kill you?
"Look, I don't know-"
>"You'd better start talking before Auntie Lyra gets... annoyed"
>Holy shit she was insane
>Partially right, but insane
"Hu-hu-huma-"
>The collar sends a burst of electricity into your body, causing your forelimbs to spaz out
>Lyra stares in awe while you flop onto the floor and twitch incessantly, until realization hits her face 
>"I see now. (((They)))  [How did she talk like that?]  decided to imprison a poor filly who knew too much. Just another alicornish trick"
"I-I-"
>"Let's see if we can get it off."


>Be Mayor Mare
>One of Princess Twilight's silent alarms has gone off, which coul donly mean one thing: home invasion
>Luckily you kept your beeping-stone on you at all times
>This was a Class-2 emergency; it was a government building filled with dozens- possibly hundreds- of powerful magical artifacts, not to mention ponies inside
>It was your duty to handle the situation; hopefully Miss Sparkle would be there, or it was a simple mistake, but you couldn't take that chance
>You rallied the police and sent a Pegasus to Canterlot to ask for reinforcements, just in case
>You and four officers ran double-time to the Friendship Castle, desperate to make it there in time

>Be Anonfilly
"L-look, I don't want any trouble. Really, I hate the princesses just as much as you do." you sort-of-lie. It was mostly Twilight that you hated, but at least she'd been kind to you, whereas your captor might try to kill you, accidental or otherwise
>"Oh Anon, don't be silly. You're the victim here. The victim of the (((Princess))) conspiracy." she said giddily
"Great! So, uh, could you lower the knife?"
>Her idea of "taking it off" probably included a botched surgery that would undoubtedly kill you
>Lyra let out a high-pitched giggle, arcing her head back slightly
>"Can't do that! You're all I got missy!"
>You try to shift away from her a bit, but the knife stays the same distance
>"Don't be scared Anon! Auntie Lyra is gonna take good care of you. Just hold still while I pry that off" she said as the knife began to float towards your neck 
>You thought of running, but felt yourself being held in place by her magic
>The light glinted against the bright steel of the blad is it drew closer...closer... and closer
>Just before it made contact, you hear the sound of a siren

>"Oh, WHAT is it now???"
>Maybe the cops found her
>How did they get here before Twiggles?
>What if she set up this kidnapping to mess with you?
>...
>No, that's ridiculous. She wouldn't have a mental ward escapee do it, especially not with a knife
>Lyra rushes upstairs, levitating you behind her
>Climbing onto a balcony, she gazes down in a mix of fear and anger
>"Buck."
>You manage to lift your head a bit and see a few ponies on the ground, including Mayor Mare
>Shes holding some type of-
>...wait, is that a magic megaphone?
>You wanted one
>You probably had the bits; just a matter of convincing Purple
[o]"Release the filly and leave the premises! You are surrounded, and extending will only make your situation worse!"[/o]
>"No! I'll, uh-"
>She gazes downward before popping her head up in inspiration
>"I will kill a hostage every hour until my demands are met!" she yelled at the top of her lungs
>You see the mayor share a bewildered glance with a policestallion before returning her visage to the megaphone
[o]"You only have one hostage!"[/o]
>"...Buck." she muttered under her breath

>Be Lyra Heartstrings
>Things were looking bad
>Your smoking gun was trapped in a magical inhibitor
>You had no idea where any non-testimony evidence was
>And now the sheeple authorities had shown up
>You didn't dare see Octavia without proof of the (((Princess))) conspiracy
>She'd be angry, not to mention you'd be sent back to that "mental hostel"
>You weren't crazy, everyone else was just blind, or a sycophant
>The latter would go to the guillotine as conspirators when the revolution came
>You weren't going back to spoonfeedings and straitjackets

>Be Mayor Mare
>Well things were going swimmingly
>Still no help from Canterlot
>Princess Twilight was nowhere to be seen
>And the city was over budget, and EVERYBODY would be blaming you and not the 6 mares who repeatedly destroyed half the town
>At least you had confirmed Lyra only had one hostage
>You suspected as much, considering this was a private residence with two inhabitants, one of which was a demigod; but since Lyra hadn't corrected you, it was almost assured that it was a single filly, specifically Anon.
>You click on your microphone, eager to get this over with
"What are your demands?"
>You probably only needed to stall for time, Princess Sparkle would undoubtedly be here soon, and if not Canterlot was surely sending a SWAT team to recover this VIF
>Lyra answered back, yelling at the top of lungs
>"I want a FULL CONFESSION from a Princess herself that they're conspiring to undermine the pony race!!"
>...
>"And full amnesty!!" she added
>She didn't actually expect that to happen, right?
>Faust you hated this town sometimes
>You could see the little green filly in question holding an expression similar to yours; bewilderment and a bit of fear
"We won't be able to get in touch with a princess for several hours, a pegasus can only go so fast. Maybe you could exchange some hostages for for food???"
>"Well, that sounds- Oh oh, trying to get me with your (((alicorn))) tricks, are you!?! Well I'm too smart for that!!"
"Uh, it's pretty apparent that I'm not an alicorn!" you responded with a combination of exasperation and disappointment
>"You work for them!!! Another piece of the plot!! Maybe if you were a little smarter you'd be a part of the 1% and not a low-timer mayoring a rinkydick shithole like this!!!"
>Now you were mad
>Nobody insulted YOUR town
>And you had a giant crystal castle here, how was this a shithole??
>"Everybody's secretly thinking it!! Always raising taxes for your communist policies, funneling more money to the alicorns that goes to tax breaks for the griffin corporations!!!"
>...
>No comment.

>Be Anonfilly
>Things were shaping up to be bad
>Lyra had shut the doors to the balcony from the inside and shoved you into the hallway
>From your prostrate vantage point, you could see her mane had gotten frizzier and eyes were now wide with a feral glee
"So, uh... you wanna search this castle for clues?"
>"No, no, that wouldn't work. It's too late, the feds will be here soon. We need to figure out how to weaken the Princesses, rather than expose them."
"...any  ideas?" you asked timidly

>"This castle is one of their alicornish strongholds... could we destroy it? ... No, no, how are we supposed to do that?"
>Lyra turned her head to you, and only now did you truly know fear, as if an anchor had been dropped from your stomach into the depths of Tartarus
>Her twitching, oversized eyes were filled with a wild bloodlust reserved for serial killers and communists
>"...You have a lot of connections to the Princesses. There's a big chance you'll be an alicorn someday, and that'd only make them stronger. Yes, that's it... and even not, it'll be a little bit of justice for all the ponies the princesses harm with-"
"Woah! Woah! Don't do something you'll regret! Worst comes to worst you'll go to jail for kidnapping, but if you kill me Twiggles will send you to the Shadow Zone."
>"...Twiggles?" she asked obliviously
>Maybe you could use her ignorance against her; she didn't see your cards
>"Oh, you know, most powerful being in Equestria, one who is above the affairs of mortals such as you. Do you want to know why she took me in, and not one of the countless other needy foals?"
>You see Lyra's eyes brighten at the thought that you were going to give her give her valuable information
"Because I offer her something nopony else can. A student worthy of her notice."  you state with an air of boldness, thrusting your fluffly lil' chest out
"For I am Anonymous, Master of the Runic Ciphers, Invoker of the Triumvirate Sigils, Scholar of the Ancient Mysteries, Summoner of All Eidolons, and I will NOT be inhibited by some boorish hick! Flee, as my patience runs thin and mind grows heinous!!" 
>For a second Lyra stands in shock, as if she actually believed you
>But of course nobody would take this seriously coming from a smol filly
>"Trying to deceive me, huh? You might be one of (((them))) already. Well, maybe I won't feel so bad about this after all."

>Be Mayor Mare
>You'd been at this for over an hour now
>Lyra had stopped responding to you fifteen minutes ago
>One of the Special Cuddles and Tactics (SCAT) Pegasi was lecturing you about his job
[o]>"We can't GET in from the air ma'am, there's some type of force field around the castle"[/o]
"Well can't you turn it off??" you replied angrily
>You had hoped to resolve this situation quickly and quietly, but now ponies were taking notice, and the press would probably be here within ten minutes
>And once that happened, you were screwed
>You'd get bad press for letting this happen (somehow?), and some bigshot from Canterlot or Cloudsdale would show up to take command, so you wouldn't even get credit for releasing the filly  
[o]>"Ma'am, that would take a team of unicorns DAYS to POSSIBLY break through it. That was almost certainly made by Princess Twilight Sparkle herself- can't you just get her?"[/o]
"I don't know WHERE she is, she and her cuddlebuddy friends are always off on some Faustdamn adventure every other week."
[o]>"Well, I don't know what you expect us to do."[/o]
"Can't you dig a hole under it or something?"
>He looks at the castle, then back to you
[o]>"You DO realize it's made of magic crystal, right?"[/o]
"How hard could it be?!"
[o]>"As much as some commies in Canterlot want you think, you can't dig a hole to get past a wall."[/o]
>While you quasi-argue with the fine gentlecolt, you fail to notice somepony sneak up on you
>"Ach-hem"
>You turn to see a blond, white-coated stallion wearing an army cap that could have been taken off of Pone Clancy's head
>Your nethers also notice his large, muscular frame and superior genetics
"I-is there something I can do for you?" you manage to mumble out
>"Are you the leader of this operation?"
"Yes, I'm in charge here."
>'But I prefer being the sub' you think to yourself
>"Not anymore you're not." he answered in a commanding tone
"Bu- On whose authority?"
>"This is straight from Hoofland Security" he says, handing you an envelope.
>You tear it open and give a cursory glance
>Yep, it's legit.
>Buck
"Oh, well, I didn't realize they sent me an aide"
>"No ma'am, I'M in command now. Now give me a rundown on the situation." 

>Be Lyra
>Furiously trying to think of a way out of this situation
>On one hand, the foal was in with the alicorns, and might become one someday
>But if you killed her, you lose all bargaining power and get buttfucked by the (((Princess)))-owned SCAT
>Plus she was still your best bet in finding out about humans
>You'd tested the front door, there was no way out of there
>The windows were similarly secured. No way in 
>...or out.
>You weren't sure how, but it was magically sealed, and decoding it was out of your capabilities
>The good news was that there was some sort of force field around the upper part of the castle, which kept the pegasi from trying to invade from above
>By accident, you found that dropping priceless vases showed that objects would slow down when in freefall, eventually hitting the bottom of the circular shield at a minimal velocity
>You looked at the jooce-equipped filly, and wondered if the real reason it was there was due to a suicide attempt
>She sets down the empty box quietly, trying to avoid getting your attention
>But your back was to the wall, and you didn't know how long you had until they broke in and hoofcuffed you
>You hear a dim noise; it sounded like a "huleo"
>You perk your ears up, trying to locate the sound
>"Huleo!" it rang out, slightly louder
>It was a stallion's voice, and you were definitely alone in here
>New management?
>You head back to the balcony, filly unwillingly levitating behind you
>Peering out over the edge, you see several SCAT officers surrounding a commanding, self-assured stallion holding a megaphone who oozed dominance
>He SHOULD be in charge
"What do YOU want?!?" you yelled at the officer
>Hopefully something l-lewd
>"I'm here to acquire the release of a-" he looked down at a sheet of paper another officer was holding "Anonymous!"
>Clever. He thought that making the filly seem insignificant, you'd lower your proposal.
"My demands are the same! I want a confession and amnesty!"
>Despite the distance, you manage to see him sigh a bit
>"We don't negotiate with terrorists ma'am."
"I'M NOT A BUCKING TERRORIST! I'M A FREEDOM FIGHTER YOU BUCKIN' SHILL!"
>"I'm not here to discuss political philosophy. I'm here to dictate the terms of your surrender." he said emotionlessly, the tone of a wagie repeating their customer greeting
"I-I have a PRINCESS here!"
>He looks back down at the clipboard
>"Nope, sitrep says Princess Sparkle is out."
"STOP PLAYING GAMES!! I KNOW YOU'RE BUCKING TRYING TO LOWBALL ME!!"
>"Let's act civil, miss." he suggested in a low-key condescending manner
"I-I'll be back!" you insisted


>Still Lyra
>You skedaddle inside, trying to think of a solution
>Maybe you could suck that S.C.A.T. officer's dick
>No, he probably had Stablecies lining up to do it
>Damn, if only you had some way out of here
>You look over to the nervous-looking emerald filly, huddled in the corner
>Maybe she knew something
"...Hey kid, are there any secret doors in the castle? Or some kind of tunnels underneath us?"
>She doesn't answer
"Well, if I'm going down, you're coming with me. And I'm not talking about prison."
>Anon gives an audible gulp, followed by a thoughtful look
>"Huh? I dunno, probably not. The floor is pure crystal, so good luck trying to break through that."
>Faustdamn it
>"Wait, there IS the auxiliary tunnel in the basement."
"Huh?"
>"It was originally made to transport objects in and out of the castle discreetly, but isn't really used since Twilight can just teleport willy-nilly. We only use the basement for storage anyway. Old Halloween costumes and whatnot."
"Take me there. Now"

>Be Anonfilly
>Lyra had taken the bait
>Still levitating a knife behind you, Lyra followed your hoofsteps as you managed to locate the stairway to the basement
>You were getting used to your new hom- abode.
"So anyway, the tunnel is magically sealed. You need to hold your horn against it and say the magic word to reveal it." you explain as you reach the bottom of the staircase. "And since I'm an earth pony, I can't use it. I think Twilight might have locked it just to spite me."
>"And what's the magic word?"
"Oh, it's 'Magikazam'"
>Lyra says nothing, and you can feel here eyes searching for a secret passage
>You guide her into a cell you had spent the night in before
"See that circular discoloration at the back?"
>Lyra pokes inside, looking for said marking
>With one strong heave, you slam the cell door behind her closed, hearing a [i]click[/i] as it automatically locks
>Before she could react, you blitzed to the left, out of her line of sight- and hopefully, magical ability
>"LET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW! I WILL BUCKING KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T!"
>You hurried upstairs
>You didn't know if the crossbars would hold.

>You dash straight for the front door, hooves [i]clip-clopping[/i] against the cool floor, noise reverberating through the silent castle
>Safety was just a doorknob away, and you were approaching the foyer rapidly, not slowing until you were face-to-face with the imposing entryway 
>One hoof extended, you furiously rotate the knob counterclockwise
>Or rather, you TRY to.
>It was locked, and not in the normal way
>The physical bolts were clearly unlatched, but for some reason the door would not open
>...
>Buck, Twilight probably "forgot" to dispel the magical seal this morning
>Your m- kidnapper was paranoid as well as insane
>Could your life get any w-
>You here a metallic [i]screech[/i] coming from the basement


>You knew the doors and windows were all locked, and virtually indestructible
>Hiding [i]might[/i] be your best bet, but that depended on whether or not Twilight would be home quickly
>[i]screeeech[/i]
>That metal was magically reinforced, but it wouldn't hold out too long
>Fighting was out of the question
>You blitz upstairs, eager to put as much space between you and the Mint Marauder as possible
>Where could you even hide? A closet would be too obvious.....
>Taking the stairs two at a time, you traded safety for speed 
>This would be your downfall. Literally.
>Stumbling over a misplaced hoof, you collided its front end with the edge of the next stair, keeling forward, then overcompensating backwards 
>You fell back nearly half a floor, unable to stop your descent without hands
>Lucky you didn't land on your head, but you still lay splayed out across the staircase, with no idea what to do or even what hope you had
>The screeching stopped.

>Be Lyra Heartstrings
>The dense metal poles took some force to bend open
>You manage to wriggle your way through the opening you had bent in the bars
>That bucking filly
>She was WORSE than a hostage, she was a saboteur
>You were gonna find her, and MAKE her cooperate
>Or at least deal a blow to the Friendship (((Princess)))
>You stealth your way through the castle's bottom floor, eyes wide and ears perked  
>Coming into the kitchen, you grab a chef's knife from the wooden stand on the kitchen counter
>You wouldn't be chopping veggies

>After several minutes of rigorous exploration, it turned out that the bottom floor was deserted, and all entrances magically sealed
>As tested earlier, there was no way to escape upstairs
>Or anywhere, actually
>The only place for her to go was up, and the filly had a finite amount of room- and by extension, time
>You suddenly hear a scraping noise coming from the floor above
>Bingo.
>You hurry over to the curved staircase, eager to finish this job
>The filly was possibly trying to move some furniture to hide behind, unaware of how the noise echoed throughout the castle
>There wasn't a large amount of furniture in this castle, so she shouldn't be too hard to find so long as you kept an eye behind you
>The scraping noise stopped, then continued
>Your hooves made the normal clipping noise against the crystal floor, echoing in the grand halls
>Why bother with stealth? You had nothing to hide from, and Anon wouldn't be able to hear it over her own sounds anyway
>It was annoying how the curved wall on your left, matching the staircase, limited your vision upwards, its surface decorated by the occasional painting of some old wizard or (((politician)))
>Why didn't other ponies see the underhanded control the (((Princesses))) had over their lives? 
>Brainwashed by the MSM, of course
>Bucking Featherweight, you knew where he got the bits for that scooter
>But now that soft screech had become a regular "bump"-ing sound, growing louder and louder
>What was making that noise?
>Then it hit you.


>Be Anonfilly
>The Home Alone duology (yes, DUOLOGY) had prepared you through this scenario
>If Trump hadn't been in his hotel that day, you might be fucked
>Unfortunately, the lack of hands was interfering with your ability to go Techies on Lyra's ass
>Wait, was that horsie-racist?
>Either way, you were making it work
>You pushed one of the cabinets forward down the hall with your head, struggling against its weight with your little filly body
>A human little girl would never be able to accomplish this, but earth pone strength helped
>You wish it wouldn't make that noise, but stealth wasn't an option right now
>Eventually, you manage to get to the edge of the staircase
>With one last heave, you shove the medium-size piece of furniture over the edge, listening to the loud BUMPS is made as it bounced against the stairs and walls, picking up speed as it did so
>No time to wait, you had other plans to attend to

>Be Lyra
BUMP, BUMP, BUMP
>What the buck was that
>A wooden dresser of some sort bounded around the corner, and before you could react, it slammed against your skull, filling your mind white a white-hot pain centered on your head
>Your concentration fell apart with the sensation, and the knife flew forwards out of your magical grip, sticking into a leg of the furniture
 >Not only that, but the cabinet knocked you off your hooves and down several stairs, your head hitting the corner of a step; your head was now completely covered in pain
>Somehow the cabinet continued downwards, only picking up more speed as it bounced down the stairwell, knife still embedded within
>She was going to pay for that


>Eventually you recover your knife and set out upstairs oncemore
>That was a cheap shot, but what else could she do?
>She was just a little filly
>You reach the second floor, and are greeted by an empty hall
>You turn to the door to your left, but right before swinging it open you see a black tail retreating past the corner at the end of the hall
>Bingo
>You gallop down the corridor, a murderous glee filling your heart

>As you dart around the corner, you fail to notice the items littering the floor
>You maintain your velocity as you slip on one of many bouncy balls, flailing backwards in midair
>Unfortunately, your plot landed straight onto a jack, its pointy end piercing against your thiccness
"REEEEEEE!" you howled in pain

>It was a full minute before you managed to get up, curse a few times, and traverse the hallway, avoiding the dozens of balls and jacks
>You searched the remaining rooms of the second floor, and headed up the staircase to the third one
>The last one.


>Among the closed doors of the next entrance hallway, one remained slightly ajar, only a miniscule crack separating the door from the frame
>Closing doors was slightly difficult with hooves, and the filly was clearly panicking
>You swing the door open and are greeted with a traditional bathroom- an overly large, curtain-laden shower/bath combination, a small, low-hanging and utilitarian chandelier, a sink laden with bottles, toothbrushes, and a tube labeled "Personal-Use Lube: For All Your Adventures" slaying on its side, clearly devoid of any contents
>The shower curtain was diagonallyy supported by some string to the ceiling; those corrupt princesses probably used some expensive metal to make it
>Your surroundings didn't matter, your objective did
>Gazing into the chamber, you see a dark silhouette crouched behind the shower curtain, the top of its head barely visible above the wall of the bathtub
>Pathetic.
>You slowly stalk towards your prey, basking in her fear
>It was a warmer in here, but that was probably due to the lack of windows
>When you drew close to the bathtub, the floor began to feel a little... slippery
>Maybe the (((Princesses))) bathed in melted butter
>Edging right next to the curtain, you take a moment to relish in this victory
>You release a small breath, and with difficulty rip the shower curtain off, hangar and all
>It soared upward, but you were focused solely on your quarry
>It was unimportant, all that occupied your mind was bloodthirst
>Before you sat not a filly, but a small wooden box soaking on the opposite side of a bathtub full of sizzling hot water, with a throw pillow on top
>...
>While you gazed at the ruse, something hits you in the head from behind, its impact half-force and half-surprise
>You slip on the oily surface, plunging forward into the bathtub

>The water scalded you like lava, and you finally understood how boiled potatoes felt
>Stumbling a bit, you manage to spring yourself out of the tub, some liquid still stuck to you
>[b]HOT  HOT  HOT  HOT  HOT  !!!![/b]
>Your fur coat offered little protection from the burning sensation, and your face and ears burned the worst
>You shake your body like a spastic dog, desperately attempting to shake off some liquid. 
 >Eventually the water cools down enough to be somewhat manageable
>Glancing up, you see a tight cord connected the shower curtain to the mini-chandelier, finishing by connecting to the handle of a small suitcase which was now hanging in midair by the glorified string. 
>Coupled with the impact and surprise, it was enough to make you slip forward
>It hovered there like it was taunting you, basking in the warmth of your pain
>You had a response ready, of course.
>Kill.

>You slowly crawled down the hall, watching your every step
>The next entry was a set of double doors, shut closed with glass interior and thin wooden bezel
>You swing them open wildly, but still reserved enough to avoid slamming them against the wall for fear of making noise
>While you search around the room, you notice a small stack of manila folders on the bedstand
>Flipping through some of the contents, you can see a host of vital information
>Government spending outlines, lists of planned development projects, some (undoubtedly secret) international treaties, papers on Equestrian culture (and probably (((their))) goals to subvert it)
"Bingo."

>You returned to the hallway, still uncomfortably warm as you carefully levitate the folders as well as your knife behind you, setting the former down gently and promising to return for them later
>Peering at your surroundings, you see a door with a paper sign taped to the front, with a crudely written "Anon Only" scrawled on it in crayon, paired with a poorly-depicted skull and crossbones
>What was intended to be intimidating was actually cute
>But looks could be deceiving, and this little hellspawn was going to return to the blazing pit
>You stretch toward the slightly-open door with confidence, sure that this was where a foal would hide
>It turned out that she hid SOMETHING
>As you pushed the door open and hurried inside, a room-temperature liquid splashed on your head, followed by the [i]thunk[/i] of a plastic bucket hitting the floor
>It was but a second before you suffered for your blunder
>Your eyes, untouched from the scorching water, suddenly burned in a manner almost equivalent
>Bleach.


>You fall on your rump and cover your face with your forehooves, which of course did nothing to minimize the agony
>Eventually you manage to shake off the throbbing sensation in your eyes a bit, but they still ached
>Looking back up, you see a still shape hidden underneath the bedsheets, which had some wooden blocks on its edges
>You approach the bed, expecting a pillow or stuffed animal of some sort, considering this filly's resourcefulness 
>But it couldn't hurt to check.

>Leaning over the bed, knife ready, you swing the covers off, knocking the blocks away, and you immediately send your weapon into the figure without checking its form
>As expected, a large pillow was all that lay beneath the blankets, unproductively punctured by your knife
>Well, at least that was all-	
>You begin violently coughing, the air you were inhaling suddenly rancid in a manner you had never experienced,, filling your thoughts with panic
>The smell was the worst you'd ever experienced, at least equal to what you'd find in port-a-potty after a Mexicoltan carnival
>Was this some sort of Hoofland Security bomb?
>You retreat to the other side of the room, but the odor still clung with you a bit, merely emulating a fart
>Turning around,, you see a brightly-colored cardboard box leaning against a wall, featuring  a pair of happy foals surrounding some beakers on its cover
>"My Little Chemistry Set:"
>"Deluxe Edition"

>This was it.
>You stood in front of a descending ladder, a beam of sunlight lighting up the floor surrounding it
>This led straight up to the rooftop, and the shield prevented any attempt to jump
>The filly was up here.
>Nowhere else to go.
>You maintain your magical grip on your knife and newfound manila folder, trying to suppress thinking about the pain
"For Equestria" you mumble, steeling yourself for the task ahead
>There would be no mercy.

>Be Anonfilly
>You scurried across the rooftop, not bothering to peer over the edge and signal to the officers
>They couldn't save you.
>Only one could.
>And time was short.
>You release a scrap of paper and green crayon from your mouth, and hurriedly scrawl out a message using the latter on the former
>It took you a moment to finish scribbling it out, and you take a moment to look over your handi- hoofiwork
"need help"
"crazy mare w/ knif"
"on castl roof"
"hurry"
>You scuttle across the ground and rush towards a small, unlit bronze brazier, featuring runes adorning its frame that looked burned in
>Purple put it here in case you needed to message her, a device that automatically sent all missives to her, with some delay
>It was undoubtedly kept in an inconvenient location so that you wouldn't overuse it
>By putting your hoof against its surface, you manage to turn on the emergency cask, which lit up with a magical green fire
>You manage to reach up and drop the missive into the flames, which was instantly consumed in a puff of smoke
>Behind you, you hear the growling of a broken mare.


>You turn to see the psychotic mare, her eyes reddened, body slightly burned and bruised, and the few dry ends of her mane and tail springing out
>The knife was what scared you, and she approached you, finishing about six feet from where you were
>bluff.png
"You've lost."
>"Oh I have, have I?" she replied, relishing in your imminent demise
"My mother's arrival. She built a phone in the Friendship Castle.  She put a link connecting your princesses and I've just told the entire group how to find me."
>She merely scoffed at that.
>"The shield is up, your message will never reach the (((princesses)))" Lyra declared, emphasizing the last word like a conspiracy theorist would. "All your lies in here will be exposed." she added, shaking some manila folders you vaguely recognized, "I lose nothing but [i]time[/i]. You, on the other hand, DIE with the princesses."
>You braced yourself for death.
>Right as you expected the knife to penetrate your chest, a beam of purple light bursted through Lyra's torso, instantly incapacitaing her
>She fell to the rooftop floor, knife and papers respectively clattering and thumping
>You turned to see a purple winged angel before you
>"Nopony touches my daughter."

>You rush over to Twilight and hug her as she gently lands, throwing your hooves around her neck
>"There, there, mama's here now. You're safe."
>You won't cry. You won't cry.
>Well, maybe just a little is alright
>Out of the corner of your eye you see Twilight levitate the folders into her possession
>"You're not gonna be needing these" she gloats at the dying Lyra, who remain splayed out on the cold floor, trembling in minor convulsions as a small pool of blood spread below her
>The unicorn desperately raises her head and looks up at her killer, incapable of speaking, eyes reflecting her beaten spirit
>"You failed, Lyra."
>Lyra dropped her head, and you could swear you heard sobbing
>Twilight rotates you onto her back, and carries you toward the staircase
>"Come on Anon, I'll make you lunch." she said, leaving the dying Lyra to her own thoughts


>Be Armchair, Psychologist Extraordinaire 
>Once again seeing one of your more difficult "friends", a filly by the name of Anon
>Weird name.
>Being one of the only stallions in the field, you usually dealt with colts, but for some reason the Princess selected you
>Now you sat on the floor playing a very interesting game of Monopony
>Anon's version included capital punishment and "Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles" (whatever those were)
>You knew Princess Twilight was watching you behind the one-sided mirror
>Very few foals figured out the mirror's true purpose
>Anon was surely no different, although she had already been here several times
>"And since I have the only Waterworks, I'm gonna raise the cost of water to 100,000 bits per gallon" she says as you hand her the little card in exchange for 150 bits worth of paper money
"And why is that?" you ask, levitating your clipboard and pen
>"Because it's mine and I can do what I want."
"So you feel the need to exert control over what you own?"
>"Yeah. It just feels like I don't have lots of control over anything real. I just wish I could make more choices, then I'd be a happy filly." she answers sadly
"Is it fair to the other players to abuse your power?"
>"Since when has anyb- anypony been fair to me?"
>You jot this down and return to the game

"Alright Anon, do you think you could draw a picture for me?" you ask, sitting across from her at a miniature table adorned with paper and drawing instruments
>"Uh… what should I draw?"
"Anything you want?"
>"I get to choose?"
"Sure. Just let your imagination run free."
>…
>"Am I allowed to use the crayons?"
"…of course. Why wouldn't you?"
>"I'm not allowed to do things." she says flatly, getting to work drawing on a city, starting with the jail


"And so Princess Twilight-
>"MISS Twilight. I want to be a regular, normal mom."
>Yeah, right
"Anyway, Anon seems to have difficulties with control over her life. I think it would be best if you gave her a little space."
>She gave you the 'I-know-better" look she always did
>Whatever, you were getting paid either way. 

>Be Anonfilly, level 7 Rogue
>Bored AF, the party (*cough* Shining *cough*) had spent the last 10 minutes trying to get 2% more selling their loot
>If this was Roll20 you'd think they were griffins
"Can we just have a long rest already? I want to push the plot forward"
>You didn't have any sort of lewd undertone, you just cared about the story
>"Okay, let's head to the inn" Cadance states
>Luckily the party never ran into anybody walking there, otherwise they'd spend another fifteen minutes asking about city politics and where to buy calzones
>The party enters a full inn, and Shining takes the lead in securing room and board
>More like bored, lol
>Wait, maybe you can add some drama here
"I try to seduce the bartender" you blurt out
>"Anon, no" Twilight the rather annoyed DM starts
>"Cadance, can you give me Guidance?"
>"No Anon." she says exasperatedly
"What? I want that 1d4!"
>"I'm not supporting your ridiculous gameplay, and it's not like it'll matter either way, it won't work"
"We'll see about that"
>You roll your d20 and prepare your most sultry voice
>nat20

>Finally some fun
"'Oh my, it's my first heat and I have nopony to help me. I sure wish some big, strong stallion were here to assist me.' I then wink at him aggressively"
>The irritated Twilight puts on her most butch voice (pretty easy for basically a lesbian)
>"Sorry little lady, you'll have to ask someone else."
>Wut
"I rolled a nat20! That means I succeed!"
>"No, it means you get the best possible outcome" Twilight responds, "otherwise any level 1 mook would have a 5% chance of instakilling Tiamare, and a party of 5 would have around 25%"
"That's not fair!"
>"Twilight's right, nat20 is not instawin" Shining adds
"C'mon Discord, you like chaos, back me up"
>"..." is all you get
"Oh, so NOW you're all for rules"
>"I may be a god, but the DM [i]IS[/i] God." he says
>...
>"As party leader, I demand that Anon go straight to her room." Shining commands
>You think about saying no, but if you got Twilight TOO mad you'd get a spanking
"Which room is my room?"
>"Discord's got his own room, but the three of us are sharing room 5"
" *Sigh*... I go get ready to sleep"
>"Alright, do you want to do anything else before going taking your long rest?" Twilight asks
>...
>"Wait, party leader??" Cadance asks


>Be Anonfilly
>You stood afore the City Hall, which housed a sign notifying the meeting for the "Foals with Special Needs Coalition"
"Do I have to go to the retard meeting?"
>"Anon! Don't use that type of language! They other foals are just... special. Like you." Twilight chided
>Yep, retards 
>You thought to make a snide remark about "also being ex-humans", but you discarded it when your collar began to warm
>...Wait, like you?

>Twilight opens the door to the meeting hall, and nudges you inside using her head
>"C'mon, go make some friends." she tells you before heading to the corner with the other moms watching their brainlet offspring
>You glance over the room, looking for potential friends
>Largely groups of two or three foals, some standing and others sitting 
>You note that many had some form of tic, such as having to clap their hooves every ten seconds or shaking their heads
>In one corner a colt wearing a helmet was muttering to himself with his mom closeby
>A couple of fillies were by the little concessions table, eating pony-Costco cookies
>You decide to try and join them, they seemed fairly well-adjusted
>You awkwardly shuffle towards them, standing halfway between in and out of their two-person party
>Eventually the white-coated and blue-maned Earth pony stops talking about trains and turns to you
>"Do you- you- you need something?" she asks, stuttering midway through the sentence
>The other one remains silent, brown mane and tail two-toning her cream fur and wings
"I- um- was wondering if I could join you guys?"
>You had a bit of stage fright between two fillies staring at you in addition to Twilight's oversized eyes peering into the back of your skull
>"PENIS!" the cream one randomly yells out
>...wut?
>"PETRIFICATION!" she adds
"Is she, uh...?"
>"Oh, Cloud Chaser has Trot's Syndrome. She can't control-"
>"PERJURY!" she yells oncemore
>"She can't control it" the white one says, neither filly ignoring the outbursts "the words are basically random, but it's almost always alliterative and often starts with a swear"
>You turn to look at the momfus, and most seemed used to it. One of them was talking to Twilight, surely explaining her daughter's condition
>Yep, this was a tard meeting
>"Do you know a lot about trains??" the earth pony blurts out, and you notice how she blinks with her left eye than her right
>Twilight thought you would fit in here?
>Wait, what if you were retarded and everypony was just being nice?



>"I like me. I like me, I'm as good as I can be!"
>"With a smile and a wave-"
>The music cuts abrubtly, and the handicapped foals all ran to the nearest chair
>Said chairs outnumbered foals 3:2, so it was easy to find your own
>"Yay, everyone's a winner!" Fluttershy yelled in her loudest voice, which barely carried out across the room
>You slouch lower in the seat
>You didn't want- or need- to be here, this was humiliating
>You noted that most of the mothers were gone-Twilight included
>Maybe they went off drinking, their only comfort in having to raise retards
>"Alright, that's enough musical chairs. Who's ready for coloring time?"
>The amount of hooves wildly flailing in the air and barely-discernible 'ME!'s almost drove you crazy


>You finished your picture, a pony-themed Pepe, far superior to the one you had made when you first came to Equestria
>It was a >tfw no horn you would never get to shitpost
>You hear a mare shuffle behind you, peering over your shoulder
>"That's a very nice picture Anon." she says
"You aren't going to ask me about how I feel or what it means?"
>"No, I just think it's pretty. You did a good job."
>She gives you a smile and goes on to the next foal
>feelsgoodman


>"Are you sure Twilight was going to pick you up?" Fluttershy asked
>City Hall had slowly emptied over the past hour, mothers picking up their foals and leaving, sometimes with struggling or crying
>And now you were the only one left
>You had to sit on the front steps since the doors needed to be locked, but Fluttershy was kind enough to keep you company
>Being with her actually made you forget about having >nohands
>"Maybe you-"
>Flutters was quickly interrupted by a pop noise, followed by a drunken Twilight holding an empty bottle
>"Alrigght, let'sss go Anon."
>"Are… you alright Twilight?" Fluttershy asked worriedly
>*hic* I'm not Alright, I'm Twilight!" she answers, followed by incessant giggling
"Don't worry, this happens occasionally" you pipe in
>"'Less just go, mkay? Mama's going to work in the morning" 
>Press (X) to Doubt
>Twilight drops the bottle and hugs you close to her
>Fluttershy gives you a concerned look, but doesn't push the topic
>And in the blink of an eye you were back in the Friendship Castle
>You already miss Flutters



>Be Anonfilly 
>Eating your breakfast, buttered toast and cereal 
>Twilight enters the room, flipping through the mail levitated in her magic 
>"Bill, bill, spa promotion, bill..." 
>Ah, the usual 
>...trial for a weight loss program?" she asks in an annoyed tone 
>kek 
>"Must be the wrong address" she says, throwing it in the trash a bit TOO fast 
"Yeah, there's a lot of castles in this neighborhood" 
>mistake.png 
>"Is there something you're trying to say Anon?" she asked in a venomous tone 
>"I meant houses, but got confused. All the addresses in Ponyville sound the same since they're all horse puns. Besides, they probably send those to everybody." 
>That seemed to satisfy her, so she plopped down next to you 
>Pulling out the newspaper, you can see the headline 
>'Flash Fires Continue in Afetlocka' 
>Who could have possibly started that? 
>mischief.jpg 
>You also noticed some piece about strained Equestria-Saddle Arabian relationships
>Something to do with insulting their religion
>idea.png

>You slide the medium-sized cardboard box into the post office tray
>Completely unmarked using generic Equestriawide stamps
>Full of edible vines, which was the Mareslim equivalent of pork, going straight to the Saddle Arabian Sultan's palace
>The sender address, however, was listed as coming from Prince Blueblood himself, which hopefully the post office wouldn't notice
>Damn asshole deserved it


 
>Sitting at the dinner table with Purple, enjoying some meatless Caesar salad with grape juice 
>The dining room was designed to house large meetings with over a dozen seats, so the two of you sat right next to each other 
"Hey, Twilight?" 
>"Yes Anon?" she asks, looking away from her sauce-drenched plate to you 
"I was thinking about what you said. About my cutie mark." 
>She perks up at that 
"Well, I was thinking, when I was playing with Winona yesterday-" 
>You never played with her, she chased you around while you fled from her mud-and-possibly-shit-covered body 
>Twiggles and Applejack saw it differently 
"-Maybe my talent is with animals? Maybe the question mark is that I understand animals when they can't talk." 
>Twilight 
>"I knew you'd come around." she said, hugging you with a wing 
"Is there any way I could spend more time with animals? I know we don't have any..." 
>"I'm sure Fluttershy would love to have you help her. Why don't we talk to her tomorrow?" 




>You rap on the door to Fluttershy's cottage
>Twilight had urgent matters to attend to in Canterlot, possibly due to the bush fires raging across Afetlocka (which you obviously had nothing to do with) or some offended nobility in other nations
>After a few moments a neon-yellow pegasus appeared, dwarfing you in size, yet seemingly smaller in stature
>"Hi Anon, I'm glad you could make it" she stuttered, albeit without fear
>Maybe she was an autist too
>There was a brief moment of awkward silence; you were unsure of what exactly to say
>The wording of the next few sentences was critical, but your preplanned, convoluted dialogue trees seemed to disappear 
>Timing was important as well; too fast, and you seemed too eager and carefree
>Too slow, and she would think that Twilightmade you come
>Just act vulnerable
>1...
>2...
>3...
"So, I, uh, I wanted to help with your animals" you proclaimed in your softest voice
>She gave a warm smile at that
>"Well come inside, I'm sure you'll want to meet all your new friends"
>And with that, you entered the beastmaster's domain



>The next day
>The tough part of buying flowers was picking one of the 1982396 flower shops Ponyville had
>Equestria's entire economy shouldn't be sustainable, none of it matched supply/demand ratios or employment-acquisition equilibriums
>Hell, this pre-industrialization world shouldn't have enough sugar in the world to support their cake-based diets
>"So those flowers should spring up in just a few weeks. Keep 'em close to your house, wild animals like to chew on 'em" the shopkeeper noted
>"I'm sorry I didn't have enough Perfoddils, but be careful with those Annlillies.  I know they look the same, but those ones are slightly poisonous, so don't let your pet play in them."
>WhyDoYouThinkIBoughtThem.png
>Ohyeaheveryoneonthisplanetisretarded.jpg
"I don't have a pet" you reply briskly, turning to leave the store with saddlebags full of seeds
"I am one" you mumble sadly, tugging at your collar




>Planting the seeds was simple, as your cloven hooves made pawing holes into the soft earth quite easy
>Thinking "earth" made your collar warm up a bit; you'd asked Twilight if she could fix that since it was just a term for dirt (linguist gang rise up), but she'd refused, assuming it was one of your tricks
>It kind of was, you were hoping to desensitize her to the idea of removing words (although the collar primarily seemed intent-based)
>You rap three times on the door to Fluttershy's cottage,
>After a moment the wooden apparatus swings open, revealing the butter-colored pegasus
>"Oh, Anon. I was wondering where you were. I thought you'd be here a few hours ago"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Twilight said you were here at noon" you lie convincingly, sun hanging directly overhead
>You add a morbid tone to your voice, the tone of a child who just got bullied
>One you had experience with
"But I guess she wasn't paying attention to me. I'm not supposed to ask questions when she's busy anyway"
>You hang your head in a nearly-impercetable manner, subtle enough to be unnoticed by many, but obvious to one who could basically read the minds of animals
>"Well come inside, I have lots to show you" she said, the passion in her voice tinged with melancholy




>You hustle the Cutie Mark Crusaders towards City Hall, your pawns all too eager- if confused- to help you
>That's why you hated them, but they could serve two purposes:
>1. Act as a distraction. Evenwithout your intervention they could probably create enough of a fuss to keep eyes off of you
>2. Act as a smokescreen in case Twiggles found out about your visit. Surely these three would never to something immoral.
>"So why do you need our help Anon?" Sweetie Belle asked in that infuriatingly-squeaky voice
"Well, Ihave  a cutie mark, but I don't know what it actually means. It just sort of showed up randomly. I think it has to do with government, since I was reading history at the time, and we always need to question what we're doing" you lied, "and you guys specialize at helping foals with cutie marks, right?"
>The question should be, "Was government a mistake?"
>Assuming monarchism even counted, these bureaucrats were just glorified paper pushers
>Which you were counting on


>"Oh, hello girls. Do you need something?" asked Mayor Mare's assistant, a pale-coated blonde-maned stallion who looked and sounded like he needed a week off
>The desk he sat at carried piles of papers, all documents that looked official to varying degrees; some bearing wax stamps of royalty on fine parchment, others scribbled in crayon with drawings that would make only a mother proud
>"Is Mayor Mare here?" Scootaloo asked in a hasty, almost rude tone
>"No, I'm afraid she's gone on official business" the aide answered with a hint of glee only found in a stressed worker managing to avoid labor
>Of course the mayor was gone, you had waited days for her departure
"Well, we were hopin' fur a tour of the facilitah and a meeting with her" proclaimed Apple Bloom in her overblown accent
>"Well, I'm sorry that she's gone, but I'm too busy to be a tour guide" 
>Damn, you had hoped for a beacon to the documents you hopefully needed
"Well, I need to use the little filly's room" you declare
>"Oh, it's down the hall and to the right." he says, raising a forehoof to your left
>WhyDoYouKnowWhereFilliesPee.png

>Having scouted the building out earlier, you knew that a large ledge jutted out from the side of the building on the second floor, with a bathroom window sharing the same outcropping with the window to the mayor's oversized office
>Luckily, it was a single-pony restroom; you locked the door behind you, and got to work opening the window
>It took some effort, as this window had probably never been opened in its 100 years of life, but eventually it swung out, and you felt a light breeze tingle your fur-coated body
>You nervously took your first hoofstep on the two-foot-wide concrete 
>It was solid beneath your hooves as you gradually applied more weight to it, and double-check to make sure it was the correct ledge
>You still took your time walking over, shoulders brushing the brick wall
>If you were spotted by anypony you were phenomenally screwed, but luckily this side of the building pointed away from the town
>You edge to the office window and try to pull it open
>NoDice.png
>Luckily, you had a tool prepared for this
>Out of your saddlebag you pull out an elegantly crafted masterpiece
>On one end of the silver implement, the visage of a flying alicorn shone brightly in the sun
>Protruding horizontally was a shaft about four inches long  
>All princesses had a "Master Key", which could open any government lock just by touching the tip to the outer mechanism
>And probably privately-owned, this country didn't even have a Constitution
>Luckily, Twilight never used hers, since all she dealt with was friendship problems and minor alcoholism
>Taking it was a breeze, once you had discovered its existence
>You pushed it towards the lock, and upon contact you heard aclick, and the window opened by itself


>Hopping inside, you were met by an empty, overly large room, foreign to your eyes
>A large mahogany desk sat in the middle, separated from the floor by a lush red-velvet rug
>The flag of Equestria sat proudly on a polished bronze pole behind it
>One wall was entirely blocket by metal cabinets, each with a paper label attached
>bingo.png
>You quietly trot to the iron cases, scanning for the right topic
>"Demographic Statistics" 
>Based.png
>"Grant Applications"
>FuckingCommies.webm
>"Tax Forms"
>TriggeredLibRight.png
"C'mon, c'mon"
>It had to be here somewhere
"Ah, here we go"
>"Family Services"


>Timekip several weeks
>You had "become closer" to Twilight to keep her from being suspicious of your new relationship with Butters
>You started slow; the occasional hug, 'yes mom', etc.
>As the days progressed you pretended to become more attached
>Even slept together during a stormy night
>You had to carefully manage te right amount of trouble to get in, so she didn't think you were just sucking up to her
>To be fair, it was the Cakes' fault for leaving those cupcakes out unsupervised.
>As you left the cottage for the umpteenth time, you decided to spend the diminishing rays on sunlight checking on your plants
>The shopkeeper was right; both types of flower had grown quickly
>If you hadn't memorized their positioning, you doubt you would've been able to tell them apart
>Much less a dumb rabbit



>Another two weeks later, you came back to Fluttershy's cottage, only an hour before sunset
>When Twilight found out, she'd be furious, but sometimes to pull off a big heist you need to take a small hit
>You'd found out about the bad news a few days ago from Purple herself
>After multiple knocks, Fluttershy finally answered the door
>Her eyes were puffy and discolored, unkempt mane and tail signifying a significant amount of time spent crying into pillows over the last few days
>This was the most critical part of your plan
"A-are you okay Fluttershy?" you ask with a combination of false worry and uncertainty
>"*Sniff* no, not really." she stuttered, voice quieter than usual, "did you need something?"
>The next sentence could determine the rest of your life.
"Well, yeah, b-but if you're too busy... I can... go away" you confessed, the small gaps in your dialogue crucial to maintaining the balance between needing something and appearing demure
>"*sniff* No, anything for you Nonny" she said, having recently adopted your nickname
>You had to time its introduction so that she'd grown accustomed to it, but not have used it in front of Purple
>She led you inside the sanctuary oncemore
>Hopefully this would become a daily ocurrance


>She led you to her couch at a pace that would make a snail proud, and you plopped down next to her.
>An awkward silence permeated the air, neither of you knowing where to begin
"I came by because I heard about Angel"
>This only led to a renewed bout of sniveling
>'Not too hard', you thought to yourself, 'Keep her sad, but not distraught. She still isn't over it yet.'
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I know I didn't really spend time with him much, but he meant a lot to you, and I care about how you feel."
>"*Sniff* Thank you Anon. You mean a lot to me too"
"I- I..."
>You begin to feel genuine sorrow; no need for crocodile tears
>"Is everything okay Anon?" 
"Yeah" 
>She gives you a disbelieving stare 
"It's just- no, nevermind" 
>Fluttershy scoots over next to you 
>"You can tell me anything Anon" 
"Well, I don't- I don't really have a mom, or ever really did." 
>"...What about Twilight?" 
>...
"I mean, I live with her and she usually feeds me-" 
>You see her left eyebrow raise at that last bit 
"But she really feels more like a landlord than a mom. And you've been so nice to me- that I- *sniff*" 
>This wasn't just 4D chess anymore, you were opening up 
"I-it feels like having one." 
>"Oh, Anon." she says in a gentle tone, pulling you deep into her chestfluff 
"I made this weird, didn't I? It's okay if you don't want me to come back, I probably messed everything up again" 
>You feel her wing wrap around you, rubbing gently across your back 
>"You're always welcome here Anon"
>You eagerly but gently nuzzle in to her chestfluff
>Not just for psychological manipulation
>You needed to be held
"Th-thank you Fluttershy. You mean a lot to me." you choke out
>"I love you Anon."



>You stuff the last bouncy ball in your saddlebag, strapping the leather saddle on, your tuba attached to its side 
>You take one last look at your room/prison cell, then shut the door behind you
>As you trotted down the staircase and reached the bottom floor, you sensed a familiar presence lurking behind you
>"Where are you going Anon?" her tongue lashed out
>You turn around to face your captor, the demigoddess who gazed down at you with indignation
>You knew she'd be in the entry hall at this time of the morning, walking to get the newspaper while she boiled water for her first cup of coffee
>You had everything timed by the minute.
>No longer did you cower in fear of her.
>She held no power over you.
>Not anymore.
>You instinctively paw at your neck, expecting the electrical surge for disobeying her to come
>There were still slight burn marks in the fur where the torture device once hung
>"Sweetie" she hissed, "where is your-" 
"My new family doctor ran some more tests. Turns out I no longer need it, and perhaps I never did. Either way I don't have to wear your godforsaken jewelry anymore."
>...
>"I don't know how you got that collar off, but you're coming with me. I'm your family, so don't give me that bullshit about new doctors."
>"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you never formally adopted me. As it turns out, you missed some paperwork."
>You threw a manilla folder from your saddlebag, its paper body sliding against the cool crystal floor.
>All official Ponyville paperwork had copies sent to Canterlot, so you couldn't just remove a document and claim she fucked up
>Twilight picked up the cream sleeve with her magic, its contents pure (metaphorical) red tape regarding adoption proceedings
>She scanned through the first page, but you decided to speed things up
"You missed line 212 on page 4"
>You watched her flip to the proper page, anger swelling at your insolence, veins in her forehead ready to pop
>You had already memorized the requirement, of course
>'Parent must complete an 'Ability to Provide' form, to be submitted before obtaining custody of the child'
>...
>...
>"I'm a goddamn princess, I don't need to prove I'm capable of providing for you!" she yelled, undoubtedly angry at herself as well as you
>"It doesn't matter, I'm just going to finish this right now! And when I'm done you're getting the punishment of a life- why are you laughing??"
>Your chuckling had begun to fill the hall, growing louder and louder until reaching a crescendo at her last statement
"Because you're too late, Purple."
"Somebody else has already adopted me."

>You throw another folder at her, a third copy of Fluttershy's adoption form
>...
>Somepony who loved you enough to make you family
>...
"You've lost, Twilight. While you were protecting ziggers and dealing with triggered Mareslimes, I found a proper mother, made our relationship official, and ensured that every pony in Ponyville, as well as many outside, knew about this change in lifestyle."
"Your parents learned about this days ago. I'd been hinting in letters to them about the change in guardianship, that you simply felt unfit to care for me as your duties as a princess put too much strain on you. They were sad but agreed it might be for the best, and said I can stop by whenever I'm in Canterlot."
"I've spent countless hours with Fluttershy meeting all your friends, explaining our situation, attending social events. The Elements of Harmony all call me Butters' foal now. Miss Cherilee asks me how she's doing, and Mayor Mare officiated the ceremony. I'm no longer yours."
>"No- I can fix this." she stuttered, "I'm a princess-"
"You want your friends and family to watch you rip a child from her mother's fetlocks- your friend's fetlocks? You'd lose everything- maybe even your nobility."
>You hear a knocking noise come from the door, perfectly synchronized with the growing misery on Purple's face
>Right on time.
"Goodbye Twilight. And fuck you, you walking piece of shit. If you try to interfere, or summon another foal from a different dimension, I will blow the whistle on you so hard, you'll be imprisoned for life, which for an alicorn is a VERY long time."
>As you turned to leave, you felt a hoof grasp your flank in desperation.
>"P-please don't go. I need you." she begged, "Don't you want to stay with Mommy?"
"...Of course" you respond, and look back to see a glimmer of hope in her eyes
"Which is why I'm leaving now."
>The look of horror and sorrow on her face was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen.
>A moment you would remember for the rest of your life.
>You kicked Twilight in the face with a back leg, only turning around after watching her reel in pain.


>You barely open the castle door and slip outside, preventing the tender mare from seeing Twiggles in mourning
>"Are you ready to go home Sweetie?" Fluttershy asked in the most tender tone possible
>You look back at the castle, remembering every moment of your wretched life trapped in its crystalline walls
>...
"Yes."