>Be Anonfilly
>Try to draw a Pepe with these stupid hooves
>Comes out bad because a.) you're a non-drawfag without fingers and b.) You're slowly forgetting your old memories
>Twilight comes in, holding a clipboard with her magic
>"Oh, what did you draw there Anon?"
>"A Pepe"
>She gives you a quizzical look
>"He's a sad frog"
>She scribbles something on her clipboard
14/2/854
Anon drew a sad frog
Depression???
>"Is he always sad?"
>"He's smug sometimes too." 

>"And why is he sad?"
>"Because he has no GF" (you pronounce it gi-ef)
>"What's that?"
>"Somebody who loves you" you halfheartedly answer, busy trying to figure out what these hooves are made of. Probably the same stuff as fingernails
>More scribbling; Twilight ignored your use of -body
Frog is sad because nopony loves him; Abandonment issues?
>"And why would, um, 'Pepe' be smug?
>"Like when he gets tendies."
>Another quizzical look
>"It's food" you answer, not wanting to explain eating meat to a pony
>"And does her get enough... tendies?"
>"He never has enough"
>More scribbling; probably some stupid letter to sunbutt
Frog doesn't have enough food
Malnourishment? Anon seems skinny
Note: Go to doctor, get BMI check 

>"Anon, what is this "meme magic" you keep talking about?
>You glance at her, wondering where this conversation could go
>"Meme magic is the... manifestion of a united idea", not really knowing how to explain it
>"Is it like pony magic?"
>"No, it's more... abstract"
>"How long have you known how to cast... "meem magick"?
>"Well, it's existed for about 5 years where I used to live. People began... rolling dice when they made statements, and the less probable the roll, the more likely it would come true"
>"So... it was chaotic magic"
>"I guess. So people found out about an ancient god called Kek, who was a frog who ancient people would summon by numerical invocation. Like the dice. So we began trying to summon Kek, with mixed success"
>"So you worshipped a... Chaos God?"
>"Yeah, I guess." Your stomach growls. "I'm hungry"
>So far, your diet in this world has consisted mainly of nachos and cheese pizza, although the hay is starting to grow on you.
>"Sure thing.." Twilight says, distracted. She made a mental note to ask Discord about this. She was just a tiny bit angry. Also, she needed to add this to his file. Apparently Anonfilly was worse off than she realized.
>Worshipping Discord, how unbelievable. 




>Be Anonfilly
>Roll out of bed, still groggy
>You never got a good night's sleep. Except that one time you and Twicunt shared.
>You eventually run into bookmare on the way downstairs
>"Good morning Anon. Any more nightmares?"
"No."
>"Well if you ever get scar-"
"That was a one-time thing. I'm a big filly."
>No. You're a big guy. An adult HUMAN male, who graduated-
>Shoot, what was the name of your high school?




>Be Twilight
>Get out pancake mix; Anon seems to enjoy those
>You decide to take this opportunity to probe a bit further, although you worry about a possible reaction
"So, Anon... do you... miss your family"
>"No, they were a bunch of bastards"
You scowl. "Language, anon. Don't make me bring out the soap again."
>Her eyes widen for a second, before drooping back down
>"But I... can;t really remember them. The only face I can remember is my sister's... but she's fading too.
>She looks like she's about to cry. You go in for a hug, which Anon does not always seem to like
>She nuzzles into your chestfluff.

>Later
>As Anon is eating the pancakes quietly, you jot down more notes
14/3/854
Likes pancakes; obsessed with circular objects?
Anon had a poor relationship with caregivers; reaction to comfort, physical contact ranges from positive to extremely negative. Possible attachment disorder?
>Look over at Anon
Definitely autistic 





>Be Anonfilly
>Reading a book about pony anatomy
>Told Twilight that you were curious
>You just wanted to see the lewd illustrations
>Twilight comes in
>"H-hey Anon."
"Hey"
>You finally notice a jar in her hand
"What's that for?"
>"Well... I need a urine sample. I need to test it for mana poisoning, checking to make sure your endocrine-"
"Blah blah blah. Do I have to?"
>"Yes, young filly, you HAVE to"
>Grumble as you take the jar into the bathroom
>Pissing on demand ain't easy




>Be Twilight
>Anon comes out of the bathroom, holding a quarter-full jar
>You had hoped for more, but w/e
"Thank you Anon. I'll let you know the results when I'm done"
>She mutters something about aiming without a penis
>You pop a lid on the jar, and walk down the hall
>Instead of taking it to the lab, you head into your room
>Place the jar within your hidden , 'personal' safe
"I'll save this for later", you say with a dirty look in your eyes



>Be Anonfilly
>Twilight making you "socialize with other fillies your age"
>You tried to derail the conversation by explaining why socialism is bad
>She didn't take the bait
>Probably bluepilled by Glimmer

>Sit in Carousel Boutique
>CMC blabbing on and on about stupid shit
>Worst crusaders ever; don't even want to retake Jerusalem 
>"When are you going to come to school Anon?" Sweetie ask in that squeky voice
"Never. I graduated school a long time ago."
>"Really?" Applebloom asks
>"Naw, he's tricking us" Scootaloo answered
>Tricking us? Is lying a bad word in this candy-colored dystopia?
"Did too" You replied. Not your best comeback
>"Oh yeah? Then what's... 12 times 12?". Scootaloo has challenged your honor. Where's a gauntlet when you needed one?
>Basic times tables
"144. Although the question is better phrased as 12 squared, although that messes with order of operations, as exponents precede multiplication"
>You're hoping they don't ask you a history question
>Thankfully, the subject changes
>"Anon, that eye shadow really brings out your eyes".
>You look in the mirror; pink was DEFINITELY your color
"Meh. I guess"
>More chatter and self-congratulation; 'No, YOU look pretty' and so on
>Fucking circlejerk
>Your hoof polish had finally dried
>Politely exit, citing a prior engagement.


>Be Twilight
>Reading a book on child development
>Anon enters, closing the door behind her
>Good, no more slamming doors
"D'aww, you look so cute!" You start, wishing you had a camera
>"Well, pink is- no, I hate this." she answered
>Probably trying to convince herself more than you
>"Twilight, when can you change me back?"
>You just need to stall a little more
"Well, I found a rune that can undo transformations; Pegasus to Earth, and so on. But it won't apply to humans, so I need to retrofit the invocations."
>"Just hurry please. I'm gonna go take a bath. This stuff is disgusting"
"Remember to wash behind your ears!"
>Just a few more days, and it would be permanent
>Nothing was going to take your little filly away




>Be anonfilly
>Talking to Twilight
>You've started to enjoy spending time with her
>She still talks down to you; she sees you as a foal, not an adult temporarily trapped in a filly's body.
"And so then Wash was like, 'You think you're the only one good with knives?', and-"
>Odd how you can only remember the fictional parts of your past life
>"Anon, why don't we talk about something more wholesome. Such violent and... extremely crass entertainment isn't good for a young mind.
"Well, A.) I watched it back when I was an adult. And human. And B.) it was fucking badass."
>She gives you her punishment look
>ohShit.jpeg

>Drags you into the bathrom, pulling you by the ear with her magic
"Ow ow ow! I'm sorry! I didn't mean-"
>"Anon, you still haven't learned your lesson. What if you had said that in front of someone else?"
>She puts the soap in your mouth; you quietly accept your punishment.
>You tried resisting once
>It only made things worse
>You hold back tears as the soap burns your tongue

>Eventually the punishment ends
>Twilight hugs you; you put your head under her chin
>"I'm only doing this because I love you, and want you to grow up into a respectable mare."
"B-but it won't matter once I'm back into my old body. R-right?"
>"Of course not"
>You never see her smirk at your ignorance 






>Be Twilight
>After a long day of inspecting local flora, you've nearly finished dinner
>Just need to let the pasta sauce thicken
>Anonfilly comes in, covered in mud
>Applebloom had invited her, as well as the other CMC's, to some family hike
"Hello, Anon. Dinner's almost ready, so go take a bath before I finish-"
>"No."
"...Excuse me?"
>"I don't wanna take a bath, so I won't"
>You're confused for a moment; usually Anon was a neat-freak
>Then it hits you
Oh, I see; you think you can disobey me.'"
>"I can do whatever I want!" she yells angrily
>Time for another lesson
>Carry her with your magic into the bathroom
>You actually had the water ready; still warm
>Anon started autisticly screeching
>What was wrong with this filly?
>You drop her into the tub, a little more forcefully than necessary
>Pour some shampoo into your hooves, start scrubbing
>"'Glub -stop!"
>Oh no, she wasn't getting out of this one

>After you were done scrubbing her down, you picked her up with your magic
>Wrap her in a towel
>hammerofjustice.png
"Anon, you will not be having dessert tonight, and I expect you a the table in five minutes"
>Leave without saying another word



>Be Anonfilly
>After a short, quiet dinner of spaghetti, you head to your room
>Forced to take a bath; how embarrassing
>You wanted independence
>Although not as much as you used to
>Living as a NEET in a castle was actually pretty comfy
>But now you wanted vengeance
>Twilight had ruined your life; now you would ruin HERS
>Head over to the art-and-crafts table she had put in your room
>Start writing a letter in crayon; intentionally misspell words for authenticity
>Your terrible hoofwriting is actually an advantage here
help
princes twilite has me in her kastl
she touchs my no no place and i dont lik it
plees help
>Tape it to a rock
>Wait about twenty minutes
>See a pair of stallions walking back into town
>Throw your rock with all your might out the window

>Neither of them notice it
>You watch it from out the window, waiting

>Eventually you see someone head toward it, pick it up
>It's Twilight
>She reads it, turns around, and walks rapidly back to the castle
>shitshitshit.gif
>shitshitshit
>Maybe you should fake a suicide attempt to get pity points
>norope.mp3
>Settle for hiding under your bed
>Begin praying to God, Kek, Celestia, ANYONE
>Door slams open
>Here comes the end




>Be Twilight
>How dare- I mean- the nerve...
>It was time for more... dire measures
>Practically break down her door
>The filly wasn't in sight
>Check the closet
>No dice
>Check under the bed
>Bingo
>Pull her out by the tail
>Silence
>As she comes out, she looks at you, fear in her eyes
>Good. Little filly needed to learn a lesson
>Levitate her, her floating body following your hoofsteps
>No protest, no screeching
>She knew that her punishment was unavoidable 





>Be anonfilly
>Starting to rethink your plan
>Getting caught was not part of it
>All you wanted to do was be taken by Foal Services and destroy Twilight's reputation
>You realize she's heading down the steps to the basement
>You'd never been down there
>Is she taking you to her sex dungeon?
>At least you wouldn't die a virgin 





>Be Twilight
"And what if somepony else had found it first?! Do you KNOW what would happen to you? To me?!?!"
>You wish Anon would say anything
>But yelling at her feels good
"...SO ungrateful, why, many foals would KILL to have what you have..."
>Finally reach the basement 
>A small prison that was never used
>Common criminals would be put in a municipal jail, and high-tier villains would be able to escape easily
>So you just kinda used it as a storage closet
>Place Anon behind bars, setting the lock
"I'll be back soon" 

>Be Anonfilly
>Wondering if you'll die by incineration or guillotine
>A bit cold down here
>Your growling stomach isn't helping; you didn't eat much pasta
>You take some time to think about your choices
>Twilight didn't deserve what you nearly did to her
>Sure, she turned you into a filly, but you don't mind as much anymore
>Eventually she returns
>Slides a blanket and a small dog bowl of water through the bottom slot
>"Now Anon, I'm VERY angry at you. we'll talk more in the morning, but I want you to think about what you did."
>She turns to leave, but looks back and says one more thing
>"Just remember that I love you."



>Be anonfilly
>Morning eventually comes, although you wouldn't see the dawn
>Sit in your cell for a bit
>Think about Twilight
>Turned you into a fuckin' science experiment
>But she doesn't treat you like one
>Pull your blanket closer to your face
>Smells nice, but you can't describe how
>Eventually you hear hoofsteps
>Twilight unlocks your cell, gives you a short hug, and walks upstairs
>You trot after her




>Be Twilight
>You had carefully planned every move this morning, with contingencies upon backup plans
>Eventually the two of you sit down at the dining table
>Pull out the note
"Is there anything you want to say Anon?"
>...
>"I'm sorry. What I did was wrong."
>Good, but not enough. You gesture with your hoof to continue
>"a-and I could have seriously hurt you."
"And they would have taken you away. Do you want that?"
>"N-no m- Twilight"
"Good filly. You won' have any more dessert for the rest of the week, but I think you've learned your lesson."
>Turn to leave, then half-turn your head towards her
"And don't EVER forget it"
>You head downstairs and start breakfast.
>Once again Twilight
>Open a box of cereal for Anon's breakfast
>Anon enters the kitchen, head hung low
>She sits on her stool, looking down at the counter
>Place the bowl in front of her, as well as a glass of milk
"Only good fillies get pancakes."
>Knock her down, then hug it out
>Pretty soon she would be emotionally dependent on you

>Eventually Anon finished, muttering a quit 'Thank you' before downing the last of her milk.
"Now Anon, today we're going to go to Sweet Apple Acres. Are you going to be a good filly?"
>"Yes Twilight"
>You weren't gonna let Anon out of your sight
>Not until she was trustworthy
>As the two of you head out, you put on a saddlebag
>A little surprise if Anon behaves herself 





>Be anonfilly
>Arrive at Sweet Apple Acres
>Sun was bright and sky beatiful; apparently Pegasi controlled the weather
>And yet natural disasters still happened
>Lazy fucks
>Thankfully, you didn't say that out loud

>Twilight goes and talks to Applejack
>You hang back a few paces
>Blah Blah Blah
>"And who's that feller?"
>"Oh, this is Anon. Poor girl's parents were addicts" the pair look at you with those pity eyes.
>You don't want to be pitied
"Actually..." you start
>Twilight gives you the evil eye
"...they also hit me too" you lie in a quiet voice.
>Twilight smiles at you as a gesture of approval
>Now you've got a double-tragic backstory. Yay.
>"Why don't you go play Anon? Just stay where I can SEE YOU" Twilight recommends, putting emphasis on the last two words. 





>Twilight-time
>Having a pleasant conversation with Applejack
>See anon heading towards a tree out of the corner of your eye 
>"So Big Mac's been acting kind of funny lately. Hasn't visited Cherilee in quite a while."
"Well, he's probably-"
>Anon starts move erraticly, almost like she's hump-
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THAT TREE?!?"
>Anon turns around, fear in her eyes
>"T-trying to climb it" she says quietly
>Not only do you feel like a jerk, but now you've embarrassed yourself
"I'm sorry Anon, I didn't mean to yell."
>Probably the only time you've apologized to Anon
>She starts to walk around, kicking leaves
"And how's Apple Bloom?"
>"Well, she' havin' a hard time in school...



>Be anonfilly
>Trying to remember your old life
>Lots of vidya and shitposting
>As you muck about in the leaves, you look at the barn
>Begin to wonder what's inside
>Check to see where Twilight is
>Yep, definitely in her field of vision

>Head over to the barn doors
>Open them slowly, take a peek inside
>Big Mac working on something
>Lots of rope involved.
>He quickly turns to see who entered
>"Hey Anon. Want to see my... invention?"
>Shut the door rapidly, immediately head closer to Twilight
>He was giving creepy vibes. And it wasn't just because you were a little filly and he was a big guy
>Like, REALLY big
>What steroids was he on?
>Probably browses /fit/
>At least you managed to remember your old, now-nonexistent board 



>Be Twilight
>Finally finished your conversation with Applejack
>Always good to catch up with a friend
>You WERE the Princess of Friendship, after all
>Anon starts trotting toward you
"Well, Applejack, it looks like my little filly is ready to go!"
>The two of you split ways, and you regroup with Anon 
"Did you have fun?" you ask
>"S-sure..." she answered, moving a bit closer to you than she usually did
>"Where are we going?" Anon asked. The two of you were headed to the plains outside Ponyville "Oh, just a little surprise"
>Eventually you wind up on a hill, with a tree providing shade


 
>Be anonfilly
>Twilight's taken you to a really pretty hill
>You can see a lake in the distance
>Twilight lays out a blanket, pulls out some wrapped packages out of her saddlebag
>"Time for a picnic!"





>Be Twilight
>Finally finished your daisy sandwich
>Anon had finished minutes ago
>The filly was absolutely famished
>Laying in the sun, a contented smile on her face
>Time for a little mother-daughter bonding time
"Whooo waaants upsies?" 
>You grab Anon under her forward hooves, and lift her above your head
>After reaching your zenith and 1/4 second of airtime, you drop her back to chest level
>Anon starts laughing hysterically
>Repeat about five times before setting her down
>"Again! Again!"
>No Anon... I'm too tired"
>'Always leave them wanting more', your mother always said
>Be Twilight
>Comfy in bed
>Storm blowing, lightning flashing, thunder booming
>Good thing Anon was already asleep
>She really was sweet, when she wasn't disobedient or screeching autisticly
>Roll onto your side when you hear you door slowly creak
>Sit up, horn glowing, wondering what monstrosity had invaded your home
>Oh, it's Anon
>You were only a little right
>"Tw-twilight? Um, is it okay-"
>You had half-expected this. You lift the covers of your bed and nod approval
>Anon practically dives in, still clutching the blanket you gave her during her 'prison stint'
>She always took that thing to bed. It was REALLY cute.
>Eventually she snuggles in next to your barrel, her head resting against your chest
>She could probably hear your heartbeat
>Every time thunder booms, she clutches a little tighter to your forehoof
>Make shushing noises to calm her down
>Eventually she falls asleep, and you soon after



>Be Twilight
"Now Fluttershy, Anon had a rough upbringing, so she can sometimes be vulgar."
>Fluttershy quietly nods
"She tends to lie a lot as well, with delusions of being an 'interdimensional being'. If she gets into one of these... fits, just give her the blue potion I packed."
>"What about the green one?"
"Sleeping potion. Her bedtime is eight, but I brokered an agreement. If she's a good filly, she can stay up 'til nine"
>You pause
"And DO NOT let her near any alcohol. Under ANY circumstances."

>Anon pops her head out the door
>"Okay, I've got my stuff in the guest room. Are you SURE you don't want me to go with you?"
"Yes, Anon"
>You rub her head affectionately
>"I'll be back before you know it"
>"And I'm sure we'll have a great time" says Fluttershy

>As you leave to catch your train to Canterlot, you wonder once again why you chose Fluttershy
>Anon might be able to strong-arm her
>Then you remember how incompetent the rest of your friends are with children
>Rarity would probably forget she existed, or try to isolate her in a locked room
>Pinkie was irresponsible in general, although she sometimes watched the Cake twins, and they're not disfigured
>Yet
>Applejack was pretty good, but you didn't trust her brother
>Creepy vibe these past couple of weeks
>And Rainbow...
>Anon would be lucky to last the night




>Be Anon
>Now Anon, want do you want to do before dinner? Play a game?". Butter had a quiet voice, that's for sure
>You would recommend strip poker, but then you remembered that ponies don't wear clothes
>So the two of you settle for a simple board game
"And now that I control the Waterworks, I raise the price of water to 100,000 bits a gallon
>"I don't think that's in the rules Anon."
"This is anarcho-capitalism. There ARE no rules, except for the NAP."




>Be Fluttershy
>Fixing a simple dinner of Mac n' cheese for Anon
>Foals love the stuff
>And Angel
>Eventually serve a hot bowl to Anon
>After taking one bite, she grimaces
"What's wrong?"
>"This tastes weird. Can't you make it the way Twilight does?"
"...And how does she make it?"
>Anon pauses
>"I don't know. But it tastes different."


>Be Anon
>Bedtime at 9:00, what an embarrassment
>You used to shitpost until the sun came up
>"Now Anon, would you like to hear a story?"
"How about I tell YOU a story? Once upon a time there was a human man who was turned into a filly-"
>"Oh! I just forgot to bring your sleeping potion. Let me get that."




>Be Fluttershy
>More delusions Twilight had warned her about
>Take out the potions
>Mix them together in a glass
>Mixing medications was perfectly fine, right?
>Return to the guest bedroom
"Now Twilight told me about your insomnia, so she wants you to drink this"
>Anon obeys without question, chugging down the concoction
>Good filly
"Now I thought I'd read you "The Fountain of Fair Fortune"





>Be Anon
>Story sucked; absolutely ZERO character development
>At least you got to stay up another ten minutes
>Starting to feel drowsy though
>You'd just rest your head on your pillow
>Hold your blankie close
>'Blanket', you correct yourself
>Fluttershy closes the door
>You hear a quiet 'goodnight'
>Fall asleep soundly 




>Be Luna
>Just doing your usual Orwellian surveillance
>No dreams of revolution yet
>Embarrassed in front of class, flying, some lewd shit, the usual
>Find a dream that's... unusual
>Some creatures that walk on two legs, in some sort of city
>You recognize them from Lyra's dreams
>They appear to mostly have brown coats, but without fur
>Suddenly a great rumbling can be heard
>Another "hominid" in shining armor points forward with a dazzling sword as metal machines advance
>"For the God-Emperor!" hominids with metal sticks yell
>Random objects shatter and explode, some of the brown hominids fall down and bleed
>A green filly with a black mane leads the attack
>Randomly morphs into a hominid at times

>The dream changes
>Filly is sitting at a diner
>Bites into a hayburger
>Seems pretty normal
>...
>Wait, that's not hay...
>You want to vomit, but dream bodies don't need to

>The rest of the visions were equally disturbing
>Still switching between filly and hominid
>Being chased by some sort of monster
>Feminine-looking homs with unusual 'equipment'
>Visions reminiscent of your acid trips when you were banished on the moon
>Being breastfed by Princess Twilight
>Transforming into a demon and going on a killing spree
>A giant red eye in the sky, watching everypony
>Lots of pornography that actually moved, not a static magazine

>You're done for the night.



>Be anonfilly
>Wake up, birds chirping
>Feel a little loopy
>Probably because you just woke up
>Head out of your guest room, blanket in hand
>Fluttershy's making pancakes
>hellyeah.zip
>Sit down at the table
>A minute later, Fluttershy puts a plate in front of you
>Smiley face made of whipped cream
>She was alright
>30 minutes later
>Suitcase packed up, waiting by the door
>You get the sense that Fluttershy wants you out of her house
>Hear a knocking





>Be Twilight
>As you finish knocking, the door blows open
>"Twilight!" Anon yells as she goes in for a hug
>You hug her back as Fluttershy comes to the door
"Did everything go well Fluttershy?"
>"Yes, although I had to use both potions."
>Thankfully Anon didn't seem to hear that
"Your foal also has some... odd ideas. Like a world without government, and that someponies called 'Them' are running a conspiracy."
"She's an imaginative filly."
>"Can we go home now?" Anon asks
>That's the first time she's called the castle home
>Warm up a little on the inside
"Well, we should be going. Busy day! Goodbye, Fluttershy."
>"Goodbye, Twilight
"And what do YOU say, Anon?"
>...
>"Thank you, Miss Fluttershy"
>"Well you're very welcome. And if you need help again, I'm always here" Fluttershy say happily
>"But next time I want to be paid. Up front." She adds a little sharply



>Be Twilight
>Walking back to the castle
>Can't wait to get home; you had a lot of reading to catch up on
>You hear Anon whimper
>Turn to her
"Are you okay?"
>"I'm not feeling good. Can you- carry me?"
>You get down on your haunches, and Anon climbs onto your back
>On one hand, this is really cute
>On the OTHER hand, you're pissed at Fluttershy
>This is definitely her fault
>Probably all those animals she lets roam about her house, spreading pestilence
>While carrying Anon was definently an improvement, she still groaned regularly
>Eventually you get home
>Unlock the door
>Head toward the staircase, when you suddenly hear a terrible phrase
>"Twi? I think I'm gonna barf-"
>gottagofast.doc
>Rush to the kitchen sink, holding Anon over it with your forehooves
>After a second, Anon begins puking up chunks of food. Quite a bit of it.
>Dammit Fluttershy, your portions are too big
>This is why your rabbit is so fat.
>Be Twilight
>Anon's laying in bed; you're at her side, holding her hoof
>Can't bring her to the hospital; they might find out
>Can't let anyone take your baby away
>"Twilight? Shouldn't we call a doctor?"
"I don't trust doctors" you lie
>Lying was all you seemed to do nowadays
>"Fucking antivaxxer" Anon coughs out
>Normally you'd spank her for such vulgarity
>But right now she needed love and attention
"Don't worry, Anon. Soon you'll feel better"
>More coughing
"Do you want to hear a story?"
>Anon shakes her head
>Make sure the pot was nearby in case of any more 'accidents'
>Next time you saw Fluttershy you'd give her a piece of-
>Wait. Did you forget to warn her...?
>Nah, it was totally her fault
>So you just stroke Anon's mane, sitting there quietly


>Be Anon
>Comfy in bed, uncomfy in body
>Headaches and vomit, oy vey
>Worse than that time you got REALLY hungover
>From someone's party. You'll remember it.
>But right now, you just want to die
>Coughing keeps you from sleeping
>At least Twilight was here
>But why couldn't you see a doctor?
>Start closing your eyes again
>You can see her start to leave when she thinks that you've fallen asleep
>Want to tell her to stay but can't
>Hold your blankie tighter 




>Be Twilight
>Go downstairs to make some tea and soup
>Poor little filly
>At least you were here for her
>...
>Anon would DEFINITELY love you after this
>And the blanket was helping on the biological side
>Magically attaching your natural scent to it was establishing a subconscious bond
>Snapping out of your thoughts, you finish your cooking and head back to Anon's room

>Anon was still asleep
>Lay down the soup and tea on her bedside table
>What was that noise? It sounded like a gurgling-
>You rush over to her mouth, and your fears were realized
>You quickly tip her to the side as barf pours into the pot
>She had nearly choked on her own vomit, not even waking up
>You sit back next to her; her breathing had returned to normal, although more bile was probably in her throat
>You loved hearing her breathe, watching her little chest rise up and contract

>This wasn't normal
>Did you mess up the potion? A side effect of transformation?
>You REALLY wanted to take her to the hospital
>But you couldn't. If they found out, they would perform Celestia-knows-what kinds of experiments on her
>And they would take her away
>You were all she had



>Be Anon
>Wake up in bed, hot as hell
>Feebly kick off your bedcovers
>Twilight rises from her chair, striding over to you
>"Are you alright?" she asks
>Of course I'm not alright you dumb bitch; your head hurts, you have a fever, and the taste of vomit fills your mouth
"Water please" you stutter out
>She hands you a glass of water; you take it in your hooves and down about half of the lukewarm liquid
>"I made you some soup, and if you want tea..."
"Can I have some soup?"
>Twilight gives that sad smile bedridden ponies often see
>"Sure thing, sweetie" she says as she sits you up
>"Do you think you could..." Purple asks, holding a spoon up
"You do it..."
>And so the next five minutes was filled with Twilight spoonfeeding you soup
>Noodles but no chicken. Damn vegetarians.
"Th-that's enough Twilight."
>She sets the spoon down and pulls out the book
>"I was thinking I could read to you"

>It wound up basically being YA fiction
>/lit/ would have torn it apart, but you don't care
>You just liked listening to Twilight
>Hold your blankie as the heroes go through the Cave of a Hundred Perils
>You've only counted five so far; blatant false advertising.
>Take another drink of water
"Twilight, can I go back to sleep now?"
>"Of course." she responds kindly.
>Twilight tucked you in using a thinner sheet than before
>Sits back down, pulling out another book
>Get a new hobby purple
>You fall back asleep, grateful for her presence



>Be Twilight, late evening
>Anon had been sleeping peacefully for several hours now
>The snorting noises indicated a buildup of snot in her nose
>At least it was better than vomit; the pot was already half-full
>You'd give her some tissues when she woke up
>You probably wouldn't need to take her to the hospital
>An open letter from Spike sat on the dresser
>Apparently his internship with Ember was going well, but you still miss him. Just a few more weeks.

>"Twi?" you hear Anon croak; she sounds much better
"What is it baby?" you ask as you pull a tissue and hold it to her nose
>The little blowing sound she made was adorable
>As you throw the tissue in the trash bin, you hear a mumbling
"What was that dear?"
>"...I said thank you. I'm sorry if I acted like a bi- jerk. Jerk."
>She was learning
"Is there anything else you want?"
>"Can we... snuggle?" Anon asks, red tinging her cheeks
"Of course Anon"
>Climb in and wrap your wing around her; she pushes into your chestfluff
>She fell asleep soon after, her little chest expanding and shrinking as she breathed
>You loved being her mom. Most of the time. >Be Anon
>Wake up with moonlight shining on your face, twilight's wings surrounding you
>You lean back against her barrel and hear the gentle 'lub-dub' of her heart
>While you'd love to stay here, you really need to pee
>Hop out of bead and head to do your business

>When finished, you wonder what to do next
>There's no way you're getting back to sleep, and you've been in bed all day
>Not enough light to read or draw
>Head over to the toy chest you still hadn't used
>Some action figures, balls, the normal things
>See a rather large quantity of wooden blocks at the bottom; reach for them immediately

>10 minutes later and you had constructed a magnificent tower
>'Magnificent' being three feet tall.
>As you turn around to place some action figures, your back hoof spreads, felling the tower with quite a racket
>Twilight zips up in bed, looking for you
>You were about to say something, but then you realize that she can't see you
>So let's see where this goes




>Be Twilight
>Wake up from a bumping sound
>Was it that damn chair again?
>Whatever. You'll fix it in the morning
>Hug Anon tighter, but you only got air
>Look under your wings
>Anon is missing
>Bolt up, a thousand possibilities going through your head
>Check the side of the bed to see if she had fallen off
>Nope
>Dash out of bed, horn illuminating your path
>Is she in the bathroom?
>Open up the door; safety > privacy
>She wasn't there either
>What if she fell down the stairs and got a concussion??
>Rush down the stairs; nothing there. 
>What if she had run away?? What if she had gone to the authorities??
>Practically slam into the front door; it was still locked
>Unless Anon had snuck out a window, she was still in the house
>What if she was having a seizure?? She could be ANYWHERE
"Calm down, Twilight. Where would she LOGICALLY be?"
>Maybe she went for a drink of water and got lost
>Maybe she was dead.
>Teleport back upstairs in a panic
>Start running through rooms frantically
>Eventually you come back to the bedroom
>If you didn't find her soon, you'd have to file a missing ponies report
>As you check for a hint, something, ANYTHING, you hear a voice
>"Mommy?"
>Anon sitting dejectedly on the floor
>Immediately rush in, start hugging (you nearly cried a bit)
>"What's wrong?"
"I thought you were gone Anon"
>"I thought YOU were gone" she sniffed
>This made you a little happy, coupled with her first use of the m-word

"Let's go back to bed."
>"I'm not tired" Anon insisted
>Oh boy 

>Twilight once again
>Holding Anon by the armpits, trying to get her into the bed
>She's flailing her hooves, making that quiet screeching sound she does
>"REEE!"
"Anon! You're very sick, you need your rest!"
>"I slept all day! Lemme go!"
>Why did she go from loving to angry so quickly?
>Might have to do with the transformation; her mind was split between human and pony, male and female
"Anon, honey, I need you to be a big filly and lay down."
>More squirming; Anon still attempting to wriggle out of your grasp
"You don't have to go to sleep! Just lay down on your bed-"
>"No!"
>You grimace. You didn't want to do this, but you had no choice
>If she didn't get more sleep, her immune system might fail
>You pin her down to the mattress, your superior mass and weight negating possible resistance
>Use your magic to open a bedside drawer, pulling out a beaker of sleeping potion
>"Hey! Stop! I won't-"
>You pop off the cork, forcing the opening in he rmouth
>At first she tried to resist, but eventually she was forced to down it all
>As soon as you get off her, she bolts for the door
>You grab her with your magic, and she begins violently kicking
>This was NOT a normal reaction to bedtime
>"You can't do this to me Twilight! I'm an adult-"
"No, you're a filly, and you're going to be treated like one until you grow into a mare, so get used to it!"
>Tears well up in Anon's eyes
>Realize you gave away the permanence of her situation
>Anon lays quietly on her bed, turning on her side, face away from you
>You leave the room without saying a word, making sure to lock the door behind you
>Just in case 



>Be Anon
>You thought you'd have a bit of fun at Twilight's expense, scared child routine
>But then she dropped a bomb on you
>Was changing back even possible? Could she have been lying?
>You were trapped in another world with a demigod watching your every move
>Cry yourself to sleep




>Be Twilight
>Morning had come, and you had prepared a sizable breakfast
>Made those pancakes Anon loves
>You decide to go check on her
>Knock on her door quietly, opening and poking your head inside
>Anon laying on her bed, but obviously awake
"Anon..? I thought we could talk over breakfast..."
>"I'm not hungry" she says without emotion
>Bullshit, she puked two meals out yesterday with only a bit of soup to make up the difference
"Anon, you can either come down and eat like a mature filly, or I can forcefeed you. It's your choice."
>After a moment, she gets up and walks out of the room with you
"Good girl" you say, but you can feel the anger radiating off of her

>Set a plate of warm pancakes in front of her
>Orange juice, fruit, the works
"Now Anon, I can explain what's going-"
>"You always knew, didn't you?" she asks in an accusatory tone
"Well, I had thought that maybe-"
>"You knew this would happen from the start,w hen you first cast that stupid spell.:
"Magic can be very unpredictable, I assumed-"
>"You never asked for MY opinion, you just do WHATEVER you want, because you're so used to getting your way all the time!"
"Anon, you are treading on very thin ice."
>"Fuck off"
>That was the last straw.
"Anon, I am going to be back in a few hours. While I'm gone, you should think about what exactly you want."
"I'm only doing this because I love you."
>As you leave, you lock the door behind you
>You had previously ensured that every window and door was secured, lest she attempt escape
>Every instrument that could possibly be used for suicide out of her reach
>Just in case
>Take the earliest train to Canterlot
>You had to retrieve something from your external lab 
>As the train pulled in, you rushed out as soon as it came to a stop
>You had to hurry to your secondary lab
>You kept some odd pet projects, hidden devices, and whatnot
>Of course you had to bump into Dad on the way there
>"Oh! Twilight! It's so good to see you, why,"
"GottaRushDadIllcomebythisFridayMaybeStaytheNight bye!"
>You had no time to waste


>Be Anon
>Looking for an instrument of death
>This was probably Inception, and you'd wake up when you died
>Can't find anything, and all windows and doors have been magically sealed
>You tried to throw a chair and break a window, but your pitiful filly strength was no match for hardened glass
>Wish you had a gun, but then you remember your hooves wouldn't be able to pull the trigger

>So you pace around, trying to think of ways to make Purple miserable
>You had thought about burning her library, but no lighters to be found
>Maybe pee on her bed?
>As you look outside a window, you see self-booper heading up to the Castle doors
>Start banging rapidly on the glass; maybe she could help
"GLIMMER! *bang bang* GLIMMER! HELP!"
>She can't hear you
>Knocks again, waits for a moment, and decides to leave

>An hour later and Twilight was back, holding some metal circle
>"Anon, you're going to put this on"
"Make me."
>She raises her eyebrow; you both knew that it was inevitable. But you weren't gonna make it easy for her 


>After a short struggle, the metal collar was wrapped around your neck
>Pink runes glowing from its sides
"I'm not into chokers, TWILIGHT", emphasizing the last word
>"This is a shock collar designed for behavior adjustment, which you desperately need"
>Fold your hooves across your barrel
"So what, you're gonna shock me?"
>"No. I'm going to tell ponies that you need this collar to keep your unfortunate seizures under control."
"Nopony would believe that"
>"Really? I *may* have published a paper to the Equestrian Medical Review under an alias. The scientific community actually believes this works,although the treatment is not applied on individuals"
"I'm gonna tell them. About you."

>"That's the funny thing, Anon. I've tied this collar to your thoughts. You even think about revealing yourself, or making up a story about me, and you get 1500 volts. And don't try to take it off- it'd be a waste of time."
"You're... you're insane!"
>"Now that's no way to talk to your mother. Don't make me use the manual shock. Now let's go for a friendly walk, okay dear?"


>Be Anon
>Twilight's managed to drag you out of the castle for a "neighborhood stroll"
>You hang back about five paces
>She could force you to go, but nothing would make you enjoy it
>Walk through the town square, your collar attracting mild attention
>Twilight eventually stops in front of a quill store
>You try to hang back and avoid notice; shopping had never interested you, and MAYBE you could get away
>Twilight repositions behind you, nudging you into the store with her muzzle
>"C'mon Anon, don't drag your feet"
>You grumble as you enter the shop

>After ten excruciating minutes, you finally leave
>Jesus purple, just pick a pen already
>The rest of the afternoon was filled with equally-meaningless tasks
>As you head home, the two of you bump into Glimmer
>"Oh! Twilight! What a coincidence, I stopped by the castle earlier today and nobody was home!"
>You try to ask for help, but you feel your neck burn, thoughts frazzled by the shock
>Every time you think about rebellion, you're shut down again and again 
>"Oh, well we were doing errands today! Lots to do!" Twilight laughs
>Glimmer turns her head to you, wondering what the device around your neck was, and why you were twitching incessantly
>"Is she.. okay?" Glimmer asks with concern
>'I've been kidnapped!' you internally scream
>Oh, she has severe epilepsy. The collar helps prevent seizures."
>"Oh, I remember hearing about that. Something to do with electrical imbalances?"
>"Exactly" Twilight clarifies with a nod
>Glimmer looks over to you, muttering a hushed "Poor little thing".
>You try to scream, but all that gets out are a few tears
>"It's okay Anon, we'll make you better. I promise." Twilight bluffs, hugging you in the process
>Her promises were worth jack shit
>Glimmer glanced towards the sun. "Well, I'd better get going. If there's anything you need-"
>"That's very gracious. We'll be sure to let you know. But right now we need to go home." Twilight answers

>Glimmer never realized that you were crying at your existential nightmare




>Be Twilight
>Anon had been quiet lately
"How do you feel now, Anon?"
"N- not well Mom, can I just take a bath and... go to bed with you?"
>You pause. She had FINALLY accepted her place, although you'd keep the collar on for another couple of weeks
>You lead her to her bathroom, and guide her in.
>Every door and window in here was magically sealed
>You twist a nozzle, and the tub starts to fill with warm water
"Do you want me to wash you?"
>"I can do it alone Mommy."
"Alright, well I'll start dinner. Oh, I almost forget."
>You pop off her collar so she wasn't electrocuted. You doubted it was strong enough to do such a thing, but better safe than sorry.
"Now when you're done you're goin got have to put this on again."
>"Okay" she whispers
"Don't worry, soon you won't have to wear it anymore, as soon as I can trust you. Just remember that I love you."


(Alternate Anonfilly Ending 1)
>Come back upstairs twenty minutes later
"Anoon, are you done? Dinner's ready!"
>Silence; no splashing, no answer, not even the sounds of hooves on tile
"Anon? I'm coming in!" you declare, shock collar ready
>The sight before you would scar you forever
>Anon floating motionless in the bathtub, with something writen on the surrounding tile.
>You rush to Anon, pulling her still form out
>Her limp body makes you want to cry
>You try mouth-to-mouth, chest compressions, every CPR tactic you can. but nothing's working
>You rush her to Ponyville Hospital, but not before reading the note written in mascara on the wall
I HATE YOU TWILIGHT. YOU DID THIS TO ME

>1 week later
>You're sitting on Anon's grave, looking at her tombstone
>Everypony had left, leaving you alone to grieve.
>As you popped open your third bottle of strong wine, raindrops start to fall from the sky
>You consider suicide, but you pass out before you do yourself in
>This was all your fault
>You ruined a man's life and killed a filly
>You were a monster; you didn't deserve to live
(Alternate AF Ending complete)

 
>You had contemplated suicide, but decided you were too much of a coward. Plus, what if Catholics were right? Better play it safe.
>As you climb onto the floor mat and reach for the towel, Twilight bursts in
>"Anon! Let me get that for you".
>She swaddles you in the towel and carries you to her bed
"I can dry meyself Twiiiii"
>Your protest was cut short by the most wonderful feeling in the world; a brush moving through your mane. Every strok from Twilight was a new sense of pleasure, and for a minute the two of you just sat there.

>As she finished, the shock collar snapped back onto you, pink runes lighting up oncemore.
"Do I haaave to, Twilight?"
>"Yes dear, don't you remember what would happen if you let our secret.. slip?"
>They would take her away from you. And you didn't want that
>But you also wanted to make her pay, and transform back into a human, and-
>"Now let's go downstairs; I have more noodle soup ready

>"So, Anon, did you enjoy our walk?"
"...no."
>"Well that's a shame. I'm sure you'll love them EVENTUALLY."
"Twilight, you took everything from me... my past... my FUTURE, even MY BODY!! And now you're forcing me to live a lie with a play from the book of 40-volt Pence!"
>Twilight scowls, partially because she does not understand the last reference
>"No, Anon, your past life wasn't healthy or happy. SO I'm gonna give you-"
"My past life was fine! You didn't ask me what I wanted, and"
>"Mother. Knows. Best." she said sharply
>You were confused now
>"Why don't you go to your room and think about what will make you happy."
>So you trudge up the stairs, wondering what other punishment Purple could have in store for you



>Be Twilight, confused and worried
>Were you doing the right thing? Would Anon be happier, here with you?
>Of course she would; in her old life she was alone, unloved, without fulfillment or friends
>Once she settled in, Anon would love her new life (and you)
>Time for a bit of pre-bedtime bonding

"Anon? May I come in?"
>"We both know you could blow the door down whenever you wanted". You open her door at that
"I just said that so you could have your privacy"
>"What do you want?"
"Anon... I just want you to be happy."
>"Then turn me back."
"I... I can't. I was too slow, too dumb, and now the metamorphosis has stabilized. I'm- I'm sorry Anon." you hang your head in shame "I understand if you can't forgive me."
>...
>"Just leave me alone."
>You turn and head out the door.
>"But Twilight, besides the ruining-my-life stuff... you did a good job. Thank you for looking after me."
You smile back at her "What are mothers for?"

>Late at night
>A brown-cloaked figure dashes between dark alleyways, until finally reaching the rendevous
>A minute passes, and the figure checks a watch
>"Where IS she?"
>Another figure, this one in a black cloak, enters, tossing a medium-sized bag of bits in front between them
"Here's the down payment"
>The brown-cloaked one roughly counted the pieces, and assuring it was about the same as promised, attached it to his saddle
"And remember, it's Saturday, 12th and 1400
>"I got it miss, no screw-ups"
"And remember: DO NOT harm your cargo, or I will ensure you all die"
>"Y-yes ma'am"


>Be Anon, 2 in the afternoon on a beautiful Saturday
>Staring groggily out a window of the Friendship Express
>Soooo bored; the book Twilight gave you was a generic romance novel, whose weak premise was hindered by lackluster writing
>As the train pulled into Canterlot, you eagerly hopped out of your seat
>"Woah, somepony's excited to meet Grandma and Grandpa!"
>Twi had really been upping the mommy talk recently
'I just want to get off this outdated transport. What was our max, 30? They got to 88 in Back to the Future 3.'
>"Oh Anon, you and your stories. Help me with the luggage, will you?"

>The "Luggage" wound up being two suitcases; one for you, and one for Twilight. Twilight's was large, colored to match her coat with her cutie mark sewn in center. Yours was small, pink, with "Anon" hastily sharpied next to the handle, along with your home address, contact info for all known relatives, allergies, and blood type. 
>You pulled this suitcase onto the platform, as it moved on wheels and followed you around by a rope tied around your neck
>You looked absolutely adorable

>"Do you see them Anon?" Purple asks as she dives into her suitcase, ensuring nothing was left behind
>I have no fucking clue what they look like Twi
>Eventually, a pair of somewhat-elderly looking ponies came your way
>"Now I want you on your BEST behavior Anon, first impressions are-" Twilight was cut off by a rapping on her shoulder from Night Light
>"Daddy!" she turned and hugged the stallion, with Velvet joining in. You stood back, hoping to avoid the inevitable cheek-pinching
>"And where's my granddaughter??" Night Light asked as the hug dispersed
>"Oh, Anon should be... -there!" Twi points to you
>Naturally, Velvet came over and gave a hug that would make Pinkie jealous
>"SO cute... that little suitcase... so small!" she mutters along with the pinching and squeezing 


>You think about pleading for help, but a shock from your collar disrupts that line of thinking
>Velvet leaned back towards Twilight, asking her a question she thought you wouldn't be able to hear
>"What's the shock collar for?"
>Night Light actually answered; "I forgot to tell you about the letter, dear. Anon is epileptic, the collar prevents her seizures."
>Twilight simply nodded her head with that, eyes closed
>"Poor little thing...?\" Velvet comments, and the trio just give you a sad look, like you're completely oblivious
"I don't do tricks, if that's what you're waiting for"
>The three of them pause, realize they had been outed, before letting out the fakest laughter you'd ever heard
>"Twilight, why didn't you tell us Anon was such a jokester?!" Night Light guffawed

>The four of you walked down the streets towards your "grandparent's" house
"and I like Power Ponies and hayburgers and-"
>Suddenly, a brown scarf behind a store display catches your eye; you subtly glance back at your 'grandparents', smirk on your face.

>5 minutes later and you strut out of the shop like a prince, scarf swinging off your neck and into the wind
> "Mom, Dad, it was very generous of you, but please don't-" Twilight started
>"Nonsense, Twilight, Anon's coat was getting cold. And besides, now it can hide that collar of hers." Grandma retorted
"I look like a superhero!" you declare, partially to make Twi feel guilty and cement gramps' opinions, and also because it was sorta true

>30 minutes later and the group had finally arrived at their destination
>It was hard to fit so many comic books and action figures in the leftover room in your suitcase
>"We really appreciate the gifts, but please don't spoil Anon anymore, she's-" heh, Purple was still arguing with Gramps on their home turf. She had no power here
>"Twilight, it's our job. And besides, we've got to catch up for, what, eight years of birthdays and Hearthswarmings'." Night Light sure was a nice guy
>"Just don't let her get her hands on a mail-order catalog, or she'll bankrupt you" Twi whispered 


>Be Anon
>Actually enjoying yourself; grandad and grandma were pretty fun
>Velvet and Night Light, you correct yourself
>After a potato stew for an early dinner, the four of you were playing
"Oh, you landed on my property. You owe me 20,000 bits"
> "What?! You don't even have any cottages, there's no way" M- Twicunt was peeved
"Well, YOU invaded my private property, and according to the NAP..."
>"Heh, our little businesspony" Night Light was actually supporting you; maybe he wasn't a socialist like the angry Purple
>"BUT THAT'S NOT HOW SUPPLY AND DEMAND WORK, HER PROPERTY IS LITERALLY SURROUNDED BY OTHER HOSTELS
>"Now Twi, just pay Anon the fee. Rules are rules" Velvet had your back; you WOULDN'T use your McDrones™  on her
>Twilight simply fumed at that, handing over her entire stash of paper money

>An hour later and you were wearing a frilly dress
>"Are you sure you don't want a coat? It's a long way to the theater!" Velvet asked the pair of you
>I already have a coat Velvet, you stupid horse. I ALWAYS have this coat
>Wait, was horse a racial slur here?
>"We're fine Mom, we'll be back around 11:30"
>The two of you set out, darkness filling the corners far from streetlamps
>"Stay close Anon, I don't want us to be seperated"
"Hey Twilight, what's the play about?"
>"I don't want to spoil it, but the premise is that two nations-"
>You hear the rumble of a pebble skipping across the cobblestone, and spin to check it out. When you turn back around, Twi was gone
"Twilight.....?"
>You voice echoed through the empty streets. Shouldn't somepony else be out? Granted, it was getting pretty dark
"It's not funny Purple!" you yell indignantly, peering through alleys
>You hear movement behind you; thank god, you could-
>A hoof pressed a damp cloth to your muzzle, and for a quarter of a second you were paralyzed with fear before passing out 
>Wake up as Anon, tied to a chair
>You'd think it was cliche if you weren't terrified
>Sitting in some sort of small warehouse
"H-hello?"
>"Shaddup you little brat" a feminine voice calls out
>You can see a purple-coated mare with a black mane by the candlelight, drinking something you doubt Twilight woul dlet you touch
"H-hey, I don't know what you want, but if-"
>"If I wanted to *hic* rape a filly, I wouldn't pick one as ugly as you"
>That one hurt a bit
"Well with a face like that I can see why you'd need to resort to rape."
>She gets up and starts walking to you
>maybeIshouldnthavesaidthat.sln
>She comes over, and punches you in the jaw
>Don't cry Anon, you're a big guy
>She unties you; maybe you weren't worth her trouble?
>As you fall out of the chair, the mare begins kicking you in the ribs. Hard.
>"Hey! What are you doing in there?!" a voice calls
"HELP! HELP! I'VE BEEN KI-" another kick cut you off
>A blue-coated, black-maned stallion entered; you just realized that you couldn't see either of their cutie marks. Makeup?
>"This fucker just called me ugly!" said the mare, giving you another kick for good measure
>"Well, all we were told was to not cripple her" the stallion picks you up by the neck, and punches you across the cheek twice before dropping you back on the ground
>"I swear she'd better be worth it; the Saddle Arabian government has been cracking down on pony trafficking" the mare responded

>Several hours later
>You were hungry, thirsty, and scared
>Every time you asked for food or water you got another beating
>And this cage they had locked you in was cramped, but the pain from your wounds was worse
>You had hoped Mom would find you; you didn't want to be a sex slave for some sandmule
>But at this point you had lost hope; she probably didn't want you back
>At least your collar hadn't zapped you in a while
>Eventually your ears perked up at a banging noise
>"Should we be worried?" the mare asked
>Another loud bang, followed by a screech 

>"Should we be leaving?" the mare asked, saddlebags filled with stolen goods from various boxes
>Another bang; this one sounded like a door being blasted off its hinges
>"...Let's skedaddle" the stallion answered "out the hidden door, go go go!"
>The two ran off, only slowed slightly by their plunder
>You sat cramped in your cage, trying to see anything through your bars
>Eventually a pair of magenta hooves came into sight
"Twilight! O-over here!"
>Twilight crouched low, her eyes meeting yours
>"My poor baby, what did they do to you??" she asked, magically picking the lock
"T-they grabbed me with a cloth, and took me here, and beat me, a-and-"
>Twilight picks you up in her hooves, gently rocking you and making shushing noises
>"Shhh, shhh, momma's here, momma's here, you're safe now"
>You start crying, tears a combination of sorrow and relief
"Don't... don't leave me. I need you Twilight"
>She smiled at that, looking down into your face.
>"Let's get you to the hospital; we can file a police report there too"
>You missed that last part, as you had fallen unconscious in her hooves, a little smile plastered on your face




>Be Twilight
>Anon sitting in a hospital bed, being treated by nurses while you sat in the hall
>"Miss Twilight?"
>You stood up from your chair "Yes, doctor?"
>"We've alerted the police, they're sending an officer on their way. Have you finished your forms?"
"Yes" you respond; paperwork was always a specialty of yours. You had been very happy to fill in the "Parent/Legal Guardian Box""
"Can I run an errand real quick? I need to get Anon some things for when she wakes up"
>"Of course, Princess Twilight. Anon probably won't wake up for several hours. We'll take good care of your filly while you're gone"

>You stopped by the mail office on your way to the 24-hour supermarket
"Yes, I'd like to wire a fund transfer to an offshore account" you ask the teller, making sure to add the 'good performance' tip to your payment. 


>Be Anon
>Wake up in a white, sterile room
>You can hear a heart monitor beeping, feel the bandages pressed against your coat, taste the blood in your mouth
>As you open your eyes, you see Twilight, holding your hoof and giving that sad smile again
>No words between you, just a quiet understanding
>You lean back into your pillow, awkwardly aware of the IV in your foreleg
>How is it these ponies have modern medical equipment but no television?
>After a moment, Twilight spoke up
>The sound of her voice made you feel warmer, safer
>"Anon, I just want to say that I am. SO. Sorry. If I had paid more attention, this- this never would have happened." she choked out
>You just lay there, smiling smugly internally. Purple could use a lesson in humility
>"A-and I know it doesn't make up for it, but I brought your blankie."
>You grab your brown blanket from her grasp, hugging it closely to your form
>The heart monitor flatlines as your sensor was disconnected
>Twilight gently pushes your down on your pack, re-attaching the sensor and whispering into your ear
>"Now why don't you lay down and get a little more sleep, baby? I'll take care of everything else." she nuzzles you, and you nuzzle back
>And so you slip back into dreamland, never noticing the "Get Well Soon" balloon attached to your gurney. 

>Once again Anon
>Wake up with a scared "Yelp!" after reliving the last day of your life
>Although you're pretty sure the real version didn't have giant Snakes
>Somebody's holding your hoof, you look up and it's Velvet
"O-oh, hi M-missus Velvet." you manage to stutter out
>"Oh, call me Grandma please" she smiles at you
"Where's Twilight?"
>"Well, she's currently heading the... investigation of your kidnappers. And Grandpa has a lecture at Canterlot University, although his thoughts and prayers are with you too."
>You simply stay quiet, mulling over the past few days of your hooven existence. You used to be human, right?
>"I'm sure they'll catch them, sweetie. Although they're going to ask you some questions later, there's nothing to be afraid of. We even have a guard for you."
>A white-coated, black-maned mare popped her head in at that sentence, blue cap sitting tightly on her head "Meter Maid at your service", smiling in an obvious attempt to put you at ease
"Do you have a gun?" you blurt out
>The two mares simply look at each other
>]"I'm sorry, gun?" the officer asked
"Never mind"
>"Well... I'm just going to go back to my chair in the hall. Lots of crosswords to fill, with such a small vocabulary."
>She quietly leaves, nearly bumping into a nurse on the way out
>"Well, would you like anything to eat Anon? We can get you a sandwich, hay fries, ice cream, pudding-" Of course Grandma wants you to eat more
"Did you say... ice cream?"

>40 minutes later
>Partially-filled coloring book on your bedtable
>Dozens of styrofoam cups surrounding your gurney, filled with small vestiges of melted chocolate and vanilla
"I regret... nothing"
>Velvet just shakes her head 

>Still Anon, an hour or so after your ice cream binge
>Twilight Velvet went to buy a book, leaving you in "Meter Maid's capable hooves"
>What was it with this family and books?
>Guess there's not much do do without electricity
>Suddenly you feel a familiar pressure, but you can't get yourself out of bed
>Ring the bell on your bedside table
>Meter Maid rushes in, with a nurse not far behind
"I need to use the potty" you bashfully answer, cheeks blushing

>The nurse quickly unplugged your IV and helped you out of bed
>The three of you walked down a couple of halls (the nurse pushing you in a tiny wheelchair) before reaching the bathroom; one of those personal ones for patients, with plenty of maeuvering room
>Unfortunately for you, some plumber screwed up, with an out of order sign blocking the handle
> "Where's the closest bathroom?" Meter Maid asked in a rushed tone; you were visibly 'upset', crossed legs and all
>"Upstairs" the nurse answered, and the three of you rushed to the end of the hall, coming to a stairwell with ramps instead of stairs
>Clever substitute for an elevator
>Eventually you reached the bathroom, with the nurse placing you on the toilet




>Be Twilight Velvet
>Fresh coffee, warm cinnamon roll and a new paperback
>Life was good
>As you reach your hall, you notice that Meter Maid wasn't standing guard over your precious angel, but there was surely a logical explanation

>A minute later and your logic had been stabbed to death by panic 

>Be Velvet
>Anon was missing, possibly dead
>If Twilight found out, YOU were dead
>So now you had a half-dozen hospital staff searching the place for your Angelmuffin
>Where was Meter Maid?? How had NOPONY noticed a patient leaving?
>Maybe yelling at a receptionist would make you feel better
>As you approach the front desk, one question made your blood freeze
>"Mom? Why aren't you with Anon?"
>run deception.exe
"Well, Anon fell asleep, so I went to go pick up those comics we bought here"
>"Oh, well I wanted to see-"
"No no, you just finish your princess work, by the time Anon wakes up I'm sure you'll be here
>"Well, just make sure she takes her medicine, and gets enough to eat- she likes noodle soup, and-"



>Be Anon
>Using the bathroom took forever; you always took your time while human, but the tail and filly parts made the process even more time-consuming
>"Finish your graduate thesis yet?" Meter Maid remarked, with a smirk plastered on that dumb face
>You just stick your tongue at her, and follow her down the stairwell
>As you reach your hall, a visibly shaken Twilight Velvet is pacing around, back to you
>You try to sneak up on her and spook her, but she turned around when you were about 2m away
>She just stares dumbfounded, before running and picking you up in a hug, squeezing the air out of your lungs

>Be Fillified Anon
>Sitting in the Canterlot Police Station with Twilight
>Tug at your shock collar; it was actually a pretty comfortable fit, you rarely noticed it
>"And can you describe these ponies?" Magnifying Glass asked
"Well, one was a mare with a purple coat, the other was a stallion with a blue one. They both had black manes."
>More jotting in his notepad
>All throughout this interview Twilight has been rubbing your back with her hoof
>"What about cutie marks?"
"I didn't see any; maybe they used makeup?"
>Glass took another swig of coffee while you scratched at one of your torso bandages
>"What about age? Size?"
"They were both normal-sized... but old.
...Like you."
>He scowled at that one
>"Anything else that could identify them? Scars, accents?"
...
"They were both very mean."



>Two hours later and you were at the train station, getting ready to board
>After such a traumatizing weekend you were heady to head home
>"-I'm not gonna do your taxes again this year, you know how to use an abacus" Night Light finished
>"but you're so goooood at it Dad~" Twilight tried to pull out the charm, but only rolled a 4
>"Your brother has done his own taxes since he was eighteen, hell, when he was fifteen-"
>"Oh, Shiny was so responsible, that's probably why he was promoted." Velvet gushed
>"iwaspromotedtoo" Twilight muttered under he breath
>"Besides, I'm very busy with my new paper. Why, this may push the field of summoning from theory to practical. Maybe by next year we'll have invoked something." Night Light added
>"Maybe something bipedal?" Twilight asked innocently. Your collar gave a little shock with that
>"Possibly, but I need to finish my thesis first."

>You just sit and watch, hoping they'll reveal some dirt on Purple you can use to blackmail here. 
>But alas, the horn of the outbound train dashed your hopes
>"Oh! We have to go!" Twilight burst out, picking up both your suitcases in your magic
>" Remember to feed Anon more! She's too skinny!". Typical Grandma
>And so the two of you hopped on the train home, your short legs struggling to make the jump
>Twi helped by putting her head under your torso and lifting you up 


>Be Twilight
>Sitting in your train compartment, putting your suitcases on the overhead
>Anon staring dejectedly out the window
>Scoot over closer to her, but don't make a move
>You found that trying too hard would just push Anon away
>Start thinking about your dad's research; apparently he had figured out summoning too
>If he managed to open a portal (opposed to runic conjuration), Anon may find out and try to go back
>Although the odds of Dad finding the exact same universe were extremely small, you worried a tad
>Thought about sabotaging his work, but you just couldn't. He had worked hard for this, and besides, this worst-case scenario was very unlikely to happen
>Anon's collar had activated less and less as time went on; either she had realized resistance was futile, or was adapting to her new life
...
>Maybe you would order Neighponese for dinner
>As you start thinking about noodles, you feel a slight pressure on your torso
>Anon was leaning on your barrel, half-asleep
>"How much longer?" she manages to croak out
>You've been on the train for MAYBE ten minutes
"It'll be awhile, why don't you just try to sleep."
>"I'm not tired, I just need... to rest... my eyes"
>You smile at this, and cover her with your wing
>You felt a little guilty orchestrating a kidnapping, but it was for her own good, in the long run
>Anon would be much happier as a pony
>She just didn't know it yet
>And every time she let out a ragged little breath, your heart melted
>Feeling her little body expanding and contracting with each one of these breaths made you so happy 

>Be Anon
>Wake up as the train comes to a slow stop, eyes slowly blinking
>Let out a high-pitched yawn, stretch your hooves out against Twilight's wing
>A small jolt of pain hits you as you stretch a bruised muscle
>You were still kinda pissed at Twilight, but it was better living with her than in some mudslime pehophile ring
>Shit, was there even religion here?
>As twilight gets up, you slump to the side and rest on the train seat; you can hear her giggle at that
"Joke's on you purple- I'm gonna be up... all... all night" you manage to whisper out
>"Sure thing Anon. Can you get up?"
>You thought about making a joke about getting it up and your lack of penis, but too tired
>Instead Twi just puts you on her back, walking out with your levitated suitcases
>Her mane smelt nice, like strawberries

>20 minutes later and you were sitting in front of a bowl of noodles, steam rising to your nostrils
>In the battle between hunger and fatigue, hunger always wins
>Thankfully horses never invented chopsticks, since they had no fingers
>So the two of you ate quietly, evening sun casting an orange glow over the dining table
>Even though there was no chicken or beef, dinner was actually good; maybe horse taste-buds were adapted to a vegetarian diet?
>Life didn't suck TOO much dick, at the moment 




>Be Twilight
>Not a good morning so far
"Now Anon, let's be reasonable-"
>"NO!"
>She still had her hooves pressed against the door frame, resisting all of your efforts to push her out
>Getting the backpack on her was hard enough
"You'll like school, you'll make SO many friends, and-"
>"NO!"
>You needed to convince Anon to go; if you just magicked her to school she'd run off or make disturbances, likely of a sexual nature
"Anon, you need to go to school, why-"
>"I don't needa! I already graduated!"
>You decide to try a different approach, and stop trying to push her through the doorframe
"Alright, I guess if you want to act like a FOAL, you can. A BIG filly would know that an education is impo- don't sulk back into your room!"
>More pushing
"I'll- I'll pay you!"
>Suddenly she stops squirming
>...
>"How much?"
"Uh, a bit a day!"
>"Make it two" Anon said, trying to make a hardball face. Unfortunately for her, scrunching her muzzle only made it cuter
"One bit, and bonuses for your grades."

>10 minutes later
"Okay, so 1.2 bits per day, to be paid in sums of six bits per five days. Sick days are not counted, and performance will be based on a accrued-sum point system for total grades...
...
...and contract can be renegotiated at the start of every school year. Happy?"
>"...what about inflation?"
"Just sign the stupid contract"
>And so Anon scribbled a messy signature, placed her hoof on an inkpad, and added a hoofprint next to her name. You then sealed the scroll with a ribbon, placing a gold sticker on the front for good measure
>"Wait, are you an authorized notary? Who are we filing-"
"Just come with me" you motion with your hoof, and the two of you left fifteen minutes later than planned.
>Of course you had expected a delay, so hopefully you'd be a couple of minutes early. 

>Be Anon
>Still trying to figure out the exchange rate from bits to dollars
>Did you get Jewed?
>Eventually you see a little red schoolhouse in the distance, some purple mare ringing a bell in her mouth 
>Welcome to Little House on the Prairie
>"Look, Anon, there's Miss Cherilee! Let's go introduce ourselves!"


>"Miss Cherilee! How are you?"
>"Oh, wonderful! It's surprising what a new blend of coffee can do for your morning!" The pair laughed at that, while you just quietly stared at the grass.
>"I am so excited to teach your child, although she's going to have to work a little harder to catch up with the class. Now, I read your letter, and made sure to prepare for her... special needs."
>"Thank you, Cherilee. It means a lot to me, and I wouldn't pick anyone else for the job" Twilight responded, casually pulling you in for a hug with her hoof
>Maybe you could tell Cherilee about your situation; teachers were supposed to watch out for child abuse, right?
>As soon as you think about spilling, your collar gave you another zap
>Cherilee gave you a sad look, before brightening into one of those false smiles adults use. "It's okay, Anon. Twilight told me about your conditions, so I've made sure to make special accommodations your needs. Why, my cousin is epileptic-"
"Wait, accommodations?"
>"Nothing serious" Cherilee answered, avoiding direct eye contact.
>Great, she thinks you're retarded. Plus, she was probably told to never take your collar off, because seizures
>"Now I'll be back to walk you home from school Anon, so be a good filly for Mommy until then." Purple explains, giving you one last hug before flying off
>"Let's get you settled in, Anon. I'm sure you want to meet your new friends."
"Yeah, right" you mutter under your breath. You had always hated kids, and that was before their heads constituted 30% of their mass 

>Be Anon, standing in front of class
>Why'd Cherilee make you do this? You didn't want to introduce yourself to these fuckfaces.
"Uh, I'm Anon."
>Cherilee gestures for you to continue with her hoof
"And I don't want to be here."
>That one got you some laughter; maybe you could play the class clown bit?
>Cherilee frowned, before deciding to move things along
>"Does anypony have a question?"
>Scootaloo managed to raise her hoof first
>"What's the collar for?"
"To make sure I don't go Postal on your flanks"
>Confusion
>"Maybe we could discuss that another day" Cherilee deflected. "Any other questions."
>Nothing. Good, you were sick of standing up here
>"Alright, why don't you sit down Anon. We should get class started"

>Of course your desk was in the middle of the first row
>Taped the the front of the desk was your name written on one of those papers with the dashed line in the middle, the borders covered in flowers and butterflies
>Also one on the back of your seat, probably for the other foals
>"Alright class, let's open to Chapter 5 of your History Workbook"
>Shuffling noises as everypony opens up their desk and pulls out a blue workbook, titled "Equestrian History, lvl 2"
>You raise the lid of yours to find a red one, subtitled "Primer Edition"; you flip through it and realize it's definitely below your level
>You open to Chapter 5 and compare it to Featherweight's, who was sitting on your right. His had less pictures and a smaller font
>Yep, you definitely got the retard book
>As you check through the desk, you find that all four of your workbooks are red
>You also find a pair of earmuffs, oddly enough. 
>Be Anon
>Just finished the Writing part of class
>Spelling was pointless, but at least you had improved your hoofwriting
>Cherilee kept giving you weird glances, and you're fairly certain those notes she was writing on her clipboard were related to you
>"Alright class, it's lunchtime. Be sure to stay close to the schoolhouse"
>Everypony- no, EVERYONE got out boxes and bags, heading outside to eat
>"And don't play with that beehive!"
>You fumbled in your backpack, pulling out a paper bag Twilight had packed for you
>Though as you looked up, you realized Cherilee was standing next to you, wearing yet another one of those artificial smiles that kids would fall for
>"How has class been, Anon? Is everything okay?"
"No, I've been t-"
>zap.midi
>She puts her hoof on your shoulder
>"It's okay, Anon. I'll do whatever it takes to help you succeed."
"Why do you think I'm retarded?"
>"Anon! That is a very mean word, and I do not think-"
"You clearly gave me remedial books"
>"You just need a little help catching up is all."
"And what's with the earmuffs?"
>"Oh, well, a student a few years ago who was also epileptic had sensory overload issues. So if the class ever gets too loud, just put those on. Okay, dear?"
"Mm-hmm."
>"Go outside and make some friends. And I don't want to hear you say the r-word again. You're just.. special."
>You saw the way she looked at you, like a charity case. 
>Still Anon
>Sitting out on the grass, next to a few foals
>Snips, Snails, Diamond Tiara, and Silver Spoon
>They were closest to the door, and yo had to pretend to be well-adjusted
>Based on her possessions, DT was rich, so always a good friend to have. Plsu you could go golddigger when you were older, assuming she swung that way
>You open up your sack, pulling out your food. Daisy sandwich, potato chips, juice box, cookies.
>How did this world have packaged juice boxes but no electricity? Zero consistency.
>Cookies had obviously been bought; who did Twilight think she was kidding?
>Plus a folded piece of paper, which you promptly opened
>"Have a good day at school Anon, I miss you so much XOXO" -Twilight
>Thoughtful, but a touch creepy

>After finishing eating, you just wandered away from the group
>All their conversations were so dumb; you were probably like that at their age, but being an adult in a kid's body alienated you
>So know you were poking a hole in the dirt with a stick
>Look up and see Cherilee watching you from a window
>Did she watch all of her students?
>Princess Pissy probably put her up to this

>The next twenty minutes were pretty boring, until you started throwing rocks at a beehive with no response. 
>Eventually you heard Cherilee ringing that bell with her mouth again and trudged backed in
>The rest of the day was Math and Science, so you just drew on some paper you found in your backpack
>*Someone* had bought you a 64-pack of crayons, so you had many shades of blood to work with 

>Be Twilight
>Finished a relaxing spa day with Fluttershy and Rarity; it was nice of them to invite you
>Now it was time to pick Anon up
>Teleport in front of the schoolhouse
>Grounds are empty
>Oh shit, you were late

>Anon sitting dejectedly by the door, staring at the dirt
>Looks up happily when you appear, then gives you a dirty look
>Cherilee pops her head out the door
>"Oh, Twilight, can I talk to you?"

>"Now Twilight, about-"
"I just want to say that I'm SO sorry, I meant to be early."
>"Well, it's not about that, Miss Twilight, although Anon seemed disappointed when you didn't arrive."
"Then what's the problem?"
>"Anon has been showing tendencies I thought you should know about."
"Did she try to seduce somepony? Because I told her-"
>"No, no. She didn't try to socialize; barely talked to anypony besides me."
"She tends to avoid others"
>"And she indirectly referred to herself as 'retarded', a word I do not allow in my classroom"
"Did she cuss?"
>"No, that was the extent of her crassness. Also, I kept count, and" Cherilee glanced down at a clipboard, "her collar activated eleven times. Is this a normal amount?"
"A bit more than average, but at least it's working. Is that everything?" 

>"No. Lastly, I wanted to talk about this" she answered, pulling out a piece of paper covered with drawings. Upon closer inspection, about sixty percent of them were humans and ponies being stabbed, decapitated, and shot with some kind of arrow. Some of the deaths were quite... creative.
>"This is obviously quite inappropriate for a filly her age, and I don't understand what these two-legged creatures are. How do you imagine she was exposed to this?" Cherilee asked, giving you a suspicious stare
"Well, I adopted Anon after Foal Services took custody. I'll ask her about this" you answer, shuffling the paper into your saddlebag. In one corner of the paper, Anon had attempted to write something, but every time she tried to write anything after 'I' the writing became completely illegible
>"And I'd like to finish by saying that Anon was mostly attentive and well-behaved. She just needs... a little help"

>You step outside into the bright sun, not directly looking at Anon
"Come Anon, we're going for a walk" 

>Be Anon
>You had hoped that you could just teleport home, or at least fly, but it looked like Purple wanted to have another "talk"
>"How was your day Anon?" she starts in a neutral tone, undoubtedly probing
"Okay. Just boring."
>"Did you learn anything?" she asked, still not looking at you
"A bit about the War of Griffon Independence"
>"Oh, that's good. What about math?"
"Uh, nothing really. It was just times tables mostly, so I didn't pay attention"
>"I figured. So you decided to draw THIS instead" she turned to you, an expression of anger on her face as she waved a crumpled sheet of paper in front of you
>You'd thrown that away; were they going through your trash?
>"You don't have anything to say??"
"I don't see the problem" you said, not stopping to chat
>"Don't walk away from me!" Twi grabbed your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks
>"THIS- this isn't okay. I don't know where you learned to be so violent-"
"In case you'd forgotten, I'm a grown man, not some undersized horse. I can do what I want
>"No, you're not, and no, you can't. The sooner you get that through your stubborn head, the sooner you can be happy here!"
>The two of you walked in silence; as you approached the castle, Twi hit from a different angle
>"And what is this?" she pointed her hoof at the spastic marks in the corner
"I-I was trying to draw a missile, but it kept coming out wrong"
>"How dumb do you think I am?" she asked rhetorically, poison dripping through her words
"I-"
>"You were trying to tip Cherilee off, weren't you?"
>You remembered the shocks burning you when you tried to write for help
>"I thought of EVERYTHING. Don't think you can outsmart me."
>You had turned your head away, avoiding her gaze as she tore you a new one
>"I think we're going to have to try some old-fashioned punishment
>She grabs you by the ear and drags you inside
>ohshit.png 


>Be Twilight
>Pulling Anon into the living room
>Just when it seemed like she was assimilating, she'd pull a stunt like this
>You sit down upright on the couch, and bend Anon over your metaphorical knee
>She starts squirming, anticipating what was coming next
>*SLAP* You hit her across her buttocks with your hoof, putting significant force behind it
>She lets out a muffled cry
"You are a bad filly, Anon! Disobeying me" 
>*SLAP*
"You could have ruined your life! Our lives!"
>*SLAP*
"Don't ever try to undermine this family!"
>*SLAP*
Bad filly! Bad filly!
>*SLAP* *SLAP*
>Anon was crying now, but this was a lesson she needed to learn
>You give her a few more whacks for good measure
>You sit there for a moment, letting her choke out a few more tears.
>You grab Anon under her front hooves and lift her on your lap, facing you
>She just stares and sniffles into your chestfluff
>You place your hoof under her chin and point her face up to look at yours

"What did you do wrong?"
>Anon mumbles something under her breath
"What was that?". If it was more backtalk, her behind would get that much redder
>"I tried to tattle on you."
"And why is that bad?"
>...
"Do you want another spanking Anon?"
>"B-because they'd take me away."
"And I don't know what they'd do with you afterwards. Do you want to be dissected on a laboratory table? Or forcibly impregnated by a dragon?"
>You were exaggerating heavily, but she seemed to believe you 
>Besides, anything was possible
"...I'm only doing this, ALL of this, because I love you. I love you very much."
>She hugs you tightly, and you return the embrace for a moment before breaking it off and placing her on the ground
>You gesture to the stairs with your hoof
"Now go to your room and think about what you did" 

>Be Anon several days later
>"Now, I think that's everything. Let see, sleeping bag, flashlight, water bottle
>Rainbow Dash was taking you and Scootaloo camping
>Surprisingly, Twi was letting you go
>Possibly because of, or in spite of, the fact that she seemed dumb as a brick
>"...and your blankie. Is there anything else you need?
"No, Twi." you said with a bit of exasperation. She was on her third list now.
>You hear a knocking and head for the door with just a wee bit of excitement
>You fling open the door and see Dash and Scoots standing out in the afternoon sun
>Scootaloo was wearing some ridiculous Girl Scout-esque garb; it was hard suppressing your laughter
>"You ready squirt?" Dash asked in that obnoxious voice of hers
"Don't worry about me, just try to keep up."
>Twilight came up to the door behind you, smiling at her old friend
>"Rainbow! So good to see you, thank you for taking Anon blah blah blah blah"
>You look over at Scootaloo, but neither of you say anything. You didn't know each other that well.
>"...and don't even THINK about playing any pranks, she's already scared of the dark-"
"Am not!" I mean, this world had dragons and shit, who knows what monsters could be lurking in the shadows?
>"Haha, I'll tone it down, but no promises. You girls ready to go?" Rainbow asked
>The two of you just nodded, Scoots more enthusiastically
>"Well let's go~oo~oo already!"
>You get a flashback to Bender Bending Rodriguez
>Huh, you hadn't remembered anything from your old life in a while
>"Have fun Nonny, I can't wait to hear all about it when you get home!" Twilight waved as the three of you set off
>Did she put Rainbow up to this?
>It was always hard to tell with her, she was like a spider weaving 4D webs 

>So there you were, hiking through some woods with Dyslexic Dash and Slutty Scootaloo
>Maybe not now, but by college-age she'd be a cumslut
>You had asked if you'd be camping in the Everfree, but the two of them just laughed
"How much longer until the campsite?" you moaned for the eighth time
>"Like a quarter-mile, I swear" Rainbow answered, completely unfazed by the trek
>"So what's that one?" Scoot asked, pointing to another tree 
>"*Pinus Neolithicus" Dash answered in her most official voice
>Bitch you were making this shit up
>Scoots didn't suspect a thing, she worshiped the mare
>But you were too tired to call her out
>One hoof in front of the other
>"Oh that one? *Bushus Equatorial*"
>That's it. You just dropped to your knees and rolled onto your side
>They'd just have to drag you there; if you died out here Purple would kill them
>"Hey! We're here!" Scootaloo exclaimed, already running to clear a spot for her tent

>Twenty minutes later and you had crawled over to the campsite
>"Jeez kid, that was like four miles" Dash mocked you, but you didn't care

>Eventually you managed to get your tent up
>Fairly room for a one-pony setup
>Twilight claimed it was just an old thing she had kept in the basement, but you were pretty sure you saw a receipt in a trash bin
>As you exited the flap after dropping off your stuff, you noticed that there was only one other tent
"Rainbow? Where's your tent?"
>"Oh, I didn't bring one. Me and Scooter here are gonna share."
>That lazy-ass bitch, she just wanted to shave ten pounds off her pack, no wonder the hike was so easy for her
>Plus she was an athlete and you were a basement dweller, but that was irrelevant

>It was already pretty late by the time you had finished setting up camp; the orange sun was getting pre-tty close to those mountains
>Rainbow had INSISTED on spending an hour knocking on people's doors and watching them answer from the bushes before you left 


>Couldn't roast hot dogs because vegetarianism
>You were starting to get desperate; Scootaloo was looking pretty tasty right now
>You shook your head, disgusted by your imagination. You were just delirious with exhaustion, that was all.
>"As a recipient of the Fireside Fillies Camping Merit Badge, *I* will light the fire!" Scootaloo announced
>Rainbow just looked content to lean against her log and do nothing; you were fine to just lay there and stare at the trees
>Not even a little bit spooky

>10 minutes later and you were all sitting around a pleasant fire
>Scoots had done a pretty good job
>You finished your second s'more, famished after your long day and the unsatisfactory taste of vegetarian dogs
>"Say, who wants to hear a story?" Rainbow asked. So of course Scootaloo's hoof flew into the air
>"ME! ME!"
>"Well, on a night like tonight, my cousin Windcutter was finishing his patrol at the Cloudsdale Weather Factory-"

>"-and the next morning the dress was in his closet!"
>You and Scoots had been hugging each other at the end, but only because it was getting cold. No other reason.
>Rainbow just laughed at the two of you, her hoof covering her eyes "Your faces, you should have seen them! Ha ha ha!"
>She then proceeded to kick dirt on the fire, choking it down to a few embers
>"Well, time for bed. C'mon Scoots, let's get setlled in."
"Shouldn't we brush our teeth?"
>"Kid, you have a LOT to learn"

>You sat in your little tent, staring out at the night. The stars were really pretty; you saw more of them than you ever did on Earth
>You looked over at Rainbow and Scootaloo, sleeping in their snug little tent, Rainbow's wing draped over the orange filly
>You wish Twilight were here, doing that to you
>As you watch the duo an equally funny and dark thought came to you 
>Was Dash... GROOMING Scootaloo?
>She had seemingly no love interest, and spent a little TOO much time with the filly
>You just shake your head and drift to sleep, tightly hugging your blanket 


>Wake up as Anon
>Groggily realize that's it's still dark out
>And your bladder was full
>Shit.png
>No, wait, Piss.mp3
>You half-scoot out of your sleeping bag and grope for the flashlight Purple packed you
>You turn it on and hold it in your mouth
>As you open the door on your tent, you realize just how dark it was
>You freeze, scared of the unknown
>Look over to Dash and Scoot's tent
>You'd just drag Dash out of bed and make her watch you
>It was like 3 yards, don't be a baby
>You trot a bit quickly to her tent, not paying attention to the fact that the door was already open
"Dash! Dash! I need to pee, take me-"
>They were gone. Both of them
>You jump into their tent, afraid of what might be sneaking up behind you

>Were they playing some kind of prank on you?
>Maybe, but how would they know you would need to piss?
>Maybe a bear dragged them out and mauled them
>You scooted a bit further away from the door with that idea
>Logic had abandoned you; fear had consumed your waking thoughts
>You wish Twilight were here
>She would make everything better
>Suddenly, you heard hoofsteps
>Murderers and/or rapists?
>Then your rationality kicks in and you realize it's just your camping 'buddies'
>So you rush out, eager to be close to anypony else
>"Anon, what were you doing-?" Dash starts
"Where were you?!"
>"Scootaloo needed to use the loo" she chuckled at her joke. How many times had she used THAT one?
"Well, I need to pee too. C'mon" you said, promptly dragging her with you
>"What is it with you fillies and tiny bladders?"


>Relief flowed through you as a stream exited your body and watered the bush
>At least you were somewhat used to peeing with girl parts
>After using some TP and throwing it in a trash bag (both of which Dash had brought), you rejoined her
>"Sweet Celestia, I take back what I said about the small bladder" 

>It was a short walk back
>You felt kinda bad leaving Scootaloo alone, but you had managed
>"Can we go back to sleep?" she had asked from inside her tent, clearly referring to herself and Dash
"No. I want in too."
>Confusion marked their faces, then comprehension soon after
>"I dunno shorty, it'll be a tight fit." Dash half-answered
>Too late, you were already inside
>She just sighed and settled in between you and Scoots, draping her wings over the both of you
"Wait, I forgot my blanket!"
>"Luna, give me strength" Dash grunted out

>The next morning, and you were almost home
>Packing up was easy, especially as you just threw you trash bags in one of those big campsite bins with the lids
>Who emptied those anyway?
>All had agreed to skip breakfast, as Ponyville was so close
>So Dash was dropping you off before she and Scoots went to a local diner
>"You sure you don't want to come Anon?" Scootaloo asked. She seemed to like you, but you would wager she'd prefer the alone time with her 'big sister' more
"Naw, I just want to take a shower and go to bed".
>Plus you liked Twilight's pancakes, and you were sure she'd have 'em sizzling on the pan moments after your glorious return
>So you knocked on the door
>After a half-minute the door swung open
>You tried to contain your disappointment as Glimmer answered
>"Anon! Twilight told me you'd be coming."
"Where is she?" you asked, trying to peer past her and see Twi at the stove
>"Well, she had to do something important, so I'm just staying here and watching the map, lots of weird activity going on"
>"Well, me and Scootaloo are in a rush, so bye. Good to see you Glimmer." Dash spoke for both herself and Scoots
>"Bye Rainbow! Good to see you too!" as she waved them off
>You just trudged past her and toward the stairs
>"Anon? Do you want anything to eat? I can make toast, or-"
"No, I just want to take a bath, and get more sleep" you answered slowly as you marched up the stairs 

>Sitting in the bath, enjoying the warm water easing your knotted muscles
>4 miles was a lot worse than it sounded
>Although heating the water was a huge pain without a "Hot" faucet
>For a moment you wished Twilight were hear, rubbing shampoo through your mane, gently massaging your scalp with her-
>No. No. No. She turned you into a filly against your will. She was the bad guy here, or at least morally bankrupt antagonist.
>But you still missed her
>Eventually you got out of the tub, dried yourself off with a towel, and crawled into bed

>A couple of hours later you woke up under a slightly brighter sun, probably around nine or ten
>You scampered out of bed and down the stairs, persuaded by your growling stomach
>As you reached the main floor you heard a humming. Could it be-
>Your eyes lit up as you turned the corner and saw Twilight poring over a cookbook, holding a mixer of batter
>Took all of your willpower to not yelp out her name, or run and hug her
"Oh. 'Sup, Purple?"
>You were pretty sure she saw your grin
>And she smiled back 

>Be Twilight
>Just listening to Anon's story
>"-and then I forgot my blanket, so I had to go out and get it. Of course, I wasn't scared or anything, I just didn't want to get up."
>She sure liked that blanket. Perfect.
>"The rest was pretty boring and- why are you paying so much attention to my plate? You want some?"
"No, sweetie, I was just thinking. Please go on."
>You were worried about Anon
>She had only lost weight since coming here; she either hadn't adapted to pony caloric needs or was intentionally undereating
>It was possible, if unlikely, that she was trying to starve herself in order to get Foal Services involved, which would only create problems for the both of you
>So you just watched and made sure she ate every pancake.
>Also, this apron was starting to come loose
>Dammit Rarity, use better fabrics
>As she approached her last one, you walked over to the stove and poured in a couple more puddles of batter
>"And I told Scootaloo that issue #34 was a mistake and the writers should ki-"
"What was that, honey?"
>"They should give up." Anon meekishly finished
"So what was wrong with issue #34?"
>You didn't really understand those comics of hers, but it was important to show interest in your child's hobbies
>"Well, the artwork sucked, for one, and the writing..."

>"...in conclusion, just skip it."
"That sounds like good advice" you spouted off, placing another platter of pancakes in front of her
>"More? I dunno, I already ate four. /fit/ would kill me if they found out."
"Oh, you're not eating enough. Growing fillies need their strength." you patted her on the head with that one
>"Well, I guess I'm still a little hungry"
"Good girl. Once you've finished I was thinking we could go do something fun"
>You weren't sure what 'fun' would constitute, but you'd think of something. You always did. 
>Be Twilight
>Anon's sitting on your back, blindfold over her eyes
>She was gonna LOVE this
>"Are we there yet?"
"For the fourth time, no. Besides, you're not the one who's walking."
>Eventually you arrive at your destination: a local park
>Swingset, slides, the works
>You sit down, sliding Anon off your back in the process
>You turn around and start to untie the blindfold
>Anon looked out with excitement, but then her face dropped
"...Is something wrong?"
>"...What made you think I'd like this, Purple?"
>Her tone hurt you a little
"I thought you'd enjoy having a little playtime."
>"Playtime? You seem to forgotten that I'm a-"
>Anon's collar shocked her to the point of falling to her knees
>You reached out with your hoof and rubbed her shoulder.
>A masculine voice sounded out behind you. "Is everything alright, Miss?"
>You turn to the stallion and flash your saddest smile
"Oh, yes, she's just having an epileptic fit. This is pretty normal, happens once or twice a day. It breaks my heart, seeing her like this."
>"Oh, okay. Uh... good luck" He turned and left on that awkward note. You had counted on these types of reactions when deciding on the collar. Ponies always felt awkward around the disabled, and would actively avoid them when possible, and minimize contact since there was little they could do to help. Simple Psychology 101.
>Eventually the shocks stopped and Anon just laid on her side in the sand
"Are you feeling better, honey?"
>Anon just mumbled with that one. Probably cursing.
"Well, what would you rather do today?"
>She inched up to you, putting her muzzle next to your ear, and whispered her idea to you
"NO ANON, THERE ARE NO COCK FIGHTS IN EQUESTRIA!" 
>Be Anon
>Apparently there was a bowling alley in the nearby city of Hooveston
>Goddamn you were getting sick of these horse puns
>At least you didn't have to wear bowling shoes
>You stand in front of the lane, five-pound ball in hoof
>Having to use a kiddy ball, how embarrassing
>The ball had one slot for your hoof; you didn't quite understand how it worked, but it did
>You launched the ball forward; after your first attempt this round, you were eager to NOT get a gutter ball
>It started breaking right, and, surprise, it managed to knock over the 7 pin
>You turned, blaming your defeat on your shitty team
>"Good job Anon!" Twilight tried to encourage you, giving another one of those fake smiles
>Bitch quit trying to raise my self-esteem, we both know I'm shit
>Her score was a mere ten points higher than yours; you were pretty sure she was intentionally missing just so you'd feel better
>At least you didn't have to do the writing or math
>You pull a tortilla chip coated with greasy cheese from the paper bowl; it was pretty much what you'd expect from bowling-alley food
>You loved bitching but this was actually kinda nice 

>Be Twilight
>Anon seemed happier after bowling
>In hindsight, she was a little too old for the park
>Her mind was still semi-human. Probably not much you could do about that but try to appeal to her filly instincts
>So the two of you walked back to the train station for a short ride, although your train wasn't due for another hour
>You could just teleport, but Anon seemed to like riding trains
>Plus, seeing their Princess on public transportation [s]humanized[/s] ponified you
>You hear a grumbling, and an embarrassed Anon tried to hide her discomfort
>Her face was so cute when her cheeks got red like that
"Sounds like somepony's hungry."
>"Maybe a little."
>You just gigged at that. Anon hated asking for help or relying on others in general
"There's a diner around here that's really good. It's a bit of a detour, but we should have time if we don't dally"

>You just smiled as Anon dove into her hayburger. Vegetarianism wasn't so far out of reach.
>Apparently her previous race ate meat, how barbaric
>It was your duty to civilize her
>You ate more gently, keeping an eye on her plate
>Good, she was eating it all 

>Still Twilight
>Just reading a newspaper, listening to the click-clack of the moving train
>Oh no, a grease fire had burned down a restaurant in Fillydelphia
>You look over at Anon, leaning on her back legs, her front hooves pressed against the window, watching the scenery move by
>At the bottom of your current page, you see an article about a disappearance in the Crystal Empire
>Well, you were sure your brother would crack the case soon
>You look over at Anon again, once again trying to decipher her cutie mark
>A question mark, what could her talent be?
>Previous rumination only came up with ideas on becoming a spy, or private investigator
>Haha, maybe she could help your BBBFF
>You make another mental note to visit soon

>You sigh and put the paper away
>Why was it always so negative?
"No news is good news"
>"You say something Purple?"
>You kinda wished she's stop calling you that; it was cute at first, but now it seemed somewhat derogatory
"No dear, just thinking to myself"
>"Huh, you don't seem to do much of that."
"You've got a lot of sass for a little filly."
>"Twilight, you have NO idea."
>Just use the m-word dammit!
>You just smirk at her, a knowing look in your eyes
"Oh, you'll be singing a different tune when it's bedtime and you want 5 more minutes." 

"NO!"
>"Anon, struggling will only make it worse"
>Press your hooves firmly against the tiles, lean back into Twilight's chestfluff
>Makes no difference, the mass differential is too great
>She picks you up in her magic, tries to force you in
>You press your hooves against the edges of the bathtub, avoiding the water like it was water
>Flashback to that scene from Temple of Doom
>Purple would DEFINITELY not approve of that movie
>Might honestly give most of her friends heart attacks
>"Just be a good filly and obey your mother!"
"NO!" you screech, continuing your resistance. You might not be able to win, but you'd make Twilight's victory as difficult as possible
>But you soon are forced under the bubbles
>Normally you were okay with her giving you a bath, but her extra-commanding tone tonight pushed you to resist, even if futile
>You wriggle under the water until she pulls you up
>You gasp for air, not because you need it, but so she'd feel guilty for drowning you
>She pours shampoo into your mane and gets to work kneading your scalp. You liked it, but Purple didn't need to know that
>She eventually did the same for your tail, lifting it above the waterline with her mouth
"H-hey, I'm not that kind of filly!"
>"You make that joke every time Anon, and it's never funny"
>Yes it was. Prude.

>Eventually she pulled you out of the bath, wrapping you in a baby towel (you know the type) and just holding you in her lap
>Sorry lady, I don't do lapdances
>Well, maybe for enough bits
>She rubbed you down, laughing as your mane came out in a frizz
>She then brushed it out, using her hooves rather than magic
>For such a powerful mage, she tended to use physical touch a lot
>"Now I think it's time for you to go to bed"

"NO!"
>"Do we have to go through this AGAIN??" 

>Be Twilight
>After a grand struggle, Anon was tucked in, but unfortunately not tuckered out
>You had just the cure for that
>Anon leaned back against her pillow, Hooves folded behind her head "I hope this is better than last night's story"
>You pulled a book out from inside a bedside drawer, pulling it onto your lap
"This one is called 'Saddle Arabian Nights'. I thought we could start with the first chapter."
>You had considered a Daring Do book until you remembered that Rainbow Dash liked them, so therefore they must be shit
>"Now, once there were two nobles, the brothers, Shah Rein and Shah Zebra..."

>"And then Stablerazade began her tale."
>You had censored a LOT; apparently there was a very descriptive orgy in the first chapter
>Although Anon had seemingly been exposed to much of that in her previous life, you would do her better
>Poor little thing, corrupted by a degenerate world of carnivores
>She was always meant to be a filly, you just knew it
"So what'd you think?"
>"I... I don't wanna listen to... sandnig... sandni... stori... ..."
>You smile at her sleepiness; she'd had a long day
>You double-check and make sure she had a glass of water by her bed
>Nice and cold, good
>You leave and look at her one last time while closing the door
>You were really quite lucky 
>Be Anon
>Sitting in class once more
>Blah blah blah, order of operations
>God, this used to be HARD for you?
>Little did they realize Modulus would screw up the PEMDAS acronym
>You had thought about bringing it up, but Cherilee would just sidestep the question like every other teacher
>She was nice, no reason to screw with her too much
>Just drawing to relieve the boredom
>You had given up on trying to pass a message, shock collar OP, pls nerf
>You had also tried drawing pictures of Twilight beating you, etc.
>You got a long talk about defamation that afternoon
>EVERYPONY loved her, what a Mary Sue
>Everybody. You meant everyBODY.
>After realizing they were going through your trash (like seriously wtf) you just went for normal everyday sketches
>Today was a beachhouse overlooking the ocean
>You had always enjoyed landscapes
>Still looked like shit, hooves sucked 
>End of day
>Just sitting out in the grass, enjoying the breeze
>Why wasn't Twilight here? She insisted on walking you home, now she just ditches you?
>Bitch, how did SHE become Princess of Friendship?
>Hear a boom, blue explosion in the distance
>That was probably why
>Might be hours until she was finished, and Miss Cherilee was looking impatient
>Probably had plans, looking forward to being pounded by Big Mac
>You trot up to your teacher
"Y'know, Miss Cherilee, I just remembered that Twilight told me to walk home alone today"
>"You sure? I can walk you home-"
"No no, I can handle it, it's not too far"
>She gives you a suspicious stare, but eventually agrees
>"Well, if you need help, don't be afraid to ask somepony"

>You were free
>Well, what now? 

>Be Anon
>Just kind of wandering
>Purple would be busy for hours, of course
>Eventually you ran across that Sweet Apple Acres place
>Pssh, probably weren't even paying any property taxes
>Peek into the barn
>Well, nobody seemed to be home. YOu knew the little one, Apple-whatever was with her friends. Probably 'experimenting'
>You remember hearing something about these guys brewing cider
>HAD to be hard cider, no way could a civilization grow without alcohol
>See a staircase leading to some sort of basement
>Either they had booze down there, or a rape dungeon
>After a brief pause, you decided the risk was worth it

>Damn, it's dark down here
>Somebody invent lightbulbs already, jesus
>Maybe you could, get a patent and make a fortune
>Plus Twilight would be proud of you
>But that was irrelevant, you didn't care what she thought
>After poking around you found barrels labeled 'cider'. One of the lead ones had a little nozzle, probably for testing
>You were gonna test the hell out of it
>Lay on your back, scoot up onder it, and let the waters of life flow into your gaping maw

>2 minutes later
>Well, you'd had your fill
>Spilled more than a little, hopefully nobody would notice
>Break the spigot so they'd think it was some sort of accident or animal
>Damn, you could feel your tummy sloshing with the fermented brew sloshing in your stomach
>No, STOMACH
>Gut
>Crap Factory

>Eventually shamble out of the barn, carelessly closing the door behind you 

>As you're walking, you realized Twi would figure out what you'd done
>shitshitshit.gif
>Spanking for sure. Unfortunately, you didn't derive erotic pleasure from the act
>Maybe... no, it just...

>Tumble into the woods
>You were still coherent, but it was obvious your filly body had ZERO alcohol tolerance
>You had maybe fifteen minutes
>So you started smearing dirt all over yourself
>Oh look, mud. That'll help
>You run into trees and rocks, getting a few abrasions
>Thankfully, the alcohol had also dulled your self-preservation tendencies
>Doesn't matter, booze was worth it
>Smear more dirt, mud on your body. The stuff will fade, so you'd best pile it on now.
>Fill your mane and tail with leaves, sticks
>Cover your body with a bit more mud, focusing on the cuts and bruises
>Good thing this slow-moving stream was here

>Eventually find a little hollow log behind some bushes
>Nopony, you mean nobody, would realistically find you here.
>So you squeezed in. Time for a nap. 

>Be Twilight
>About ten o'clock, and you were PANICKING
>Where was Anon?
>At first you were furious, especially after Cherilee's testimony
>But as the hours dragged on, your anger faded to fear
>What if she had been kidnapped? What if somepony had found out?
>You, your friends, and your friends' friends had been searching for hours
>Quite an impressive search effort, to be honest. But eventually the dozens of ponies were forced to return to their lives, many vowing to help again in the morrow
>So now you just flew over the streets of Ponyville, keeping lookout, hoping Anon would find her way home
>Hoping she wanted to be home 

>Be Anon
>Just trotting through the dark
>Kinda scary desu
>At least you weren't stumbling like a drunkard
>Well, not too much
>At least you knew the forests were pretty safe
>Except for those ominous-looking woods to the south. Only an IDIOT would go there alone.
>Kinda feeling dizzy, must be leftover from the booze
>Goddamn that shit was good
>You'd have to do this again. And bring bottles.
>You start running towards Ponyville a bit faster.
>Not that you were scared or anything. Just a bit chilly, was all.

>Eventually you managed to make it to town
>Having a bit harder time walking
>Probably just tired
>As you approach the center of town, you are practically tackled by a purple missile
>"OHANONIWASSOWORRIEDITHOUGHTILOSTYOUDON'TEVERDOTHATAGINIWASSOSCARED-."
"M-mom..."
>"Oh, ah, yes sweetie?"
"I'm gonna-"
>She just barely managed to twist you around before a half-gallon of puke shot out of your throat and across the street
>Another, smaller upheaval follows up, making your throat taste awful
>She just holds you, gently patting you on the back and humming 

>Be Twilight
>Just carrying Anon on your back; the castle was practically down the street
>Eventually you pop inside, and hold Anon over the sink
>A little bit more vomit dribbles out, but she seems to be done
>Eventually you get a good look at your filly
>Covered in dirt, mane ruffled and filled with twigs, some scratches and abrasions
>Poor thing, must've been so scared
>After a quick bath, you set her down on the bathroom counter and start pulling out a wide variety of first-aid tools
>Anon was kind of sagging, seemed disoriented
>You just hold her still and slowly work on her wounds
>She cringed every time you applied antibacterial liquids on her cuts and bruises
>Might already be too late, infection could have set in
>You just bandaged over everything small, wrapping gauze around the larger wounds on her forehead, midsection, hindquarters, and three of her legs
>Must've fallen off a ridge or something; at least she hadn't gone into the Everfree. You honestly should've burned that place down, but Zecore liked living there, and Friendship forbids arson. Most of the time.
>Was this your fault? Guilt had been creeping in for hours now.
"Do you want to sleep with mama Anon?"
>She just lets out a gurgle
"I'll take that as a yes"
>Levitate her into bed, keeping a pot nearby in case of another 'emergency'
>Snuggle up next to her, making sure to keep her pointed away from you 

>Be Anon
>Wake up as sunlight creeps across your room
>Wait, not YOUR room. Twilight's.
>Even through your mane you can feel her chestfluff, softer than any pillow
>Ugh, your head hurt like hell
>Talk about a delayed hangover
>Had Twilight fallen for it? Well, you'd find out soon enough. Too comfy to get out of bed.
>Then your bladder decided to be an ass
>Blitz out of bed and toward the little fillies' room
>After an extensive bout of piss, you return to Purple's quarters
>But she wasn't there.
>Decide to settle back in when you hear a clattering downstairs
>Yay, pancakes!
>You got out of bed, mostly to tell her off for making such a racket while you suffered a 'headache'
>As you reach the kitchen you hear mumbling
"Twilight?"
>"Oh! Anon! I was just wondering where you went! Heh heh..."
"So you decided to look... in the cupboards?"
>"they're surprisingly roomy..." she said under her breath
>"But you're here now!" and with that, she raised you up in the air above her head
"Ow ow ow!" Dammit Purple, now was not the time for upsies 
>Be Twilight
"Oh, I'm sorry Anon, I was just so happy to see you."
>Poor Anon was just holding her head
>She looked unwell, despite your best efforts. 
"Would you like to eat, or go back to bed?" you whispered. Seemed like she had a headache.
>"Eat. " she croaked out
>You pick up one of the discarded pans and gently place it on the stove. You pull out the pancake mix and mix it with water in a large bowl.
>Anon just watched, swaying a bit on the stool
>Eventually you finish and set the plate before her, opting for simple toast for yourself. You typically didn't eat until later in the morning.
>You just watched her eating; she managed to get about 3/4th down before giving up
>You just pick her up and take her to her room

>Looking at it with fresh eyes, you notice a lack of decorations, or any sort of individuality to the room
>You'd fix that later, maybe with the help of Rarity
>Setting down Anon on her bed was the easy part, filly weighed like a feather
>Shock collar was probably a tenth of her weight
>Good thing pony necks are so strong to support their disproportionately large heads
>After checking to make sure none of her dressings needed replacing, you tucked her in, planting a light kiss on her forehead
"Okay Anon, there's a pot for you to barf in right here, and that glass of water over on your bedside table." you whisper out
>"Mmhmm."
"Now, I'm going to be gone for a little bit Anon. You just stay in bed until I come back, okay?", your voice nearly inaudible
>You just heard a grunting, and she rolled onto her side. You *gently* pat her on the head and leave, closing the door as quietly as ponily possible 

>Be Twilight
>Just finished spreading the word that your daughter was okay, no further searching needed.
>Still kinda peeved she lied to Cherilee and ran off on her own.
>But sick foals needed love first, according to Cadance.
>But love was her answer to everything. Well, whatever works.
>Well, you promised you'd show up to Rarity's tea party, even though her stupid mint brew tasted like shit.
>And friendship meant keeping promises.
>Anon would be FINE, you were sure. Probably would still be sleeping when you got home. 



>Be Anon
>Still sick in bed, alone.
>At least your headache was a lot better, though now the itchiness was worse
>While scratching at one of the larger bandages, you hear a knocking
>You crawl out of bed and trot downstairs fairly quickly
>You look out the eyepiece(Twilight had one installed at your height for such situations
>You see a strange mint-colored mare standing outside
>What did Twilight say to you?
>'Don't open the door for ponies you don't know'
>You smile to yourself
>Twilight wasn't here anymore
>You poke open the door; it still stayed mostly-closed, as you couldn't reach the chain-lock
"Hello?"

>"Oh, hello, are your parents home?" she asked, apparently something prepared. Probably a routine, likely connected to those flyers she had
>You just gesture at your surroundings
"Uh, do you know where you are?"
>"Oh, right, well, could you give this to Princess Twilight?" she asked, handing over a flyer
>You just take it without looking. Probably wanted to sell you a time-share. And while buying stuff in Twilight's name (mostly dildos and adult diapers) would be hilarious, credit card's didn't exist yet
"Oh, yeah. Sure. Who are you again?"
>"I'm Lyra Heartstrings. I'm a Jenova's Witness"
"Wha-"
>"Haven't you heard the good news?
"Kingdom Hearts 3 is never coming out, just accept-"
>She just gives you a confused look. Oh, right
>"No, but humans will soon walk amongst us oncemore!"
>Wait, what?
"Tell me more" 

>"Well, long ago, a human came to Equestria, and taught us farming, irrigation, gave us the wheel" she seemed happy that someone was actually listening to her, and pointed to some drawings on her flyer. "These pre-Celestine hieroglyphs PROVE it."
"Mm-hmm." you responded nonchalantly; you could feel your collar warming up
>"And soon, humans will return, and our worlds will work together for a brighter future! The Reunion is soon!"
>At this point your collar was hurting you badly, sending slightly-painful tingles through your body
>"So be sure to invite Princess Twilight, too. I know she hasn't shown interest in the past, but somepony as smart as her will inevitably see the truth." And with that, she turned and left
>As soon as she was gone, you thought about imitating soccer players and flopping around
>Didn't matter, she'd just take you to the hospital, and they'd confirm the lies Twilight had spread about the collar, and she'd just be pissed
>You look down at the flyer and realize that there was a meeting in a few days
>You smirk devilishly to yourself and head back to your room, hiding the flyer at the bottom of a dresser before taking a swig of water and just laying there
>But no matter how tired you were, you couldn't get back to sleep 



>Be Twilight
>What a nice day
>Hopefully Anon was still asleep
>Just teleport down the hall from her room, you left the chain lock on anyway.
>As you walk down the hall you notice her door is open.
>You could have sworn you left it closed.
>You creep in, but Anon's eyes are open.
"Everything okay sweetie?"
>She pauses before answering. "I'm itchy."

>After giving her a potion-addled bath to help with the itching, you carried her back to bed
"Do you think you can sleep now?".
>"No" she , pulling the covers to her neck and sitting there comfy, but eyes wide open.
>You levitate the book you had mailed from home.
>'The Three Kingdoms', historical fiction during the time when the three pony races lived separately.
>She seemed to like it, more than any other book you had tried to push on her.
>You felt compelled to advocate books designed for fillies her age, but the adult part of her mind rejected them.
"I'll be back in a few minutes, just sit tight, okay dear? Oh, do you need to use the potty?"
>"No, I just went". Did she just blush? She looked so cute when she did that.
>You head downstairs and begin boiling water for some noodle soup. 



>Be Anon
>Just sitting, reading
>This was probably the pony equivalent of Lord of the Rings
>Or you guessed, you only watched the movies
>But goddamn they were great movies
>A few minutes later and Purple brought up a bowl of soup
>"Now Anon, here, I brought in soup for you-"
"Chicken noodle soup?"
>As soon as the words were out of your mouth you regretted them.
>Twilight leaned in close, not uncomfortably so, but just enough to emphasize her point.
>"Now Anon, I know that these... behaviors have been ingrained in you by your old society. But CIVILIZED animals don't feast on the flesh of the dead. And you want to be a good pony, right?" she explained, planting a kiss on your forehead.
"Mm-hmm." you just nodded.
>"Can you feed yourself?" she said, holding a spoon out to you.
>It seemed like she wanted you to say no. Plus it meant less work for you; may as well throw her a bone.
"I-I don't think so."
>So she spent the next minutes spoonfeeding you soup, opting not to use her magic. You could tell she was enjoying this. The soup warmed you up from the inside, and tasted great.

>Also, she just admitted that some animals were better than others. Did she share her powerlevel? 



>Be Twilight
>Well, at least Anon wasn't getting into any trouble
>Missing a tiny bit of school, but it didn't matter much
>She was quite attached to the blanket you gave her; attaching some of your pheromones to it was definitely a good idea
>The shock collar was working as well; as the days went on it seemed to go off less
>But she might just be waiting for the proper moment to lash out
>The window of transforming back to human had passed several days ago, but now may not be the best time to tell her that
>She needed to assimilate a bit more
>Eventually she'd thank you for this; but right now, being her mother was joy enough
>You missed Spike; but he was more of a younger brother
>Once he got home in a few months he'd be so surprised to have a niece; telling him in letter didn't seem suitable
>Life was good right now 



>Be Anon
>Notice your bandages are getting a little red
"Twiiilight??"
>She rushes into your room practically immediately
>gottagofast.exe
"My blood is too big." you explain, quite possibly the dumbest sentence you ever uttered
>She looks over you and understands
>"Okay, let's go to the bathroom and change your dressings" 

>She gently took of the gauze and bandages
>Some parts had healed over, but others were still bloodied
>Definitely an improvement
>"Now Anon, this is going to hurt a little"
>Tears well up as disinfectant is poured over the remaining cuts
>Nearly cursed, but you noticed the soap sitting on a shelf
>Eventually the pain stop, and she begins applying new bandages 
>"Y'know Anon, you're looking really better."
"Mmmm" you grumble
>"I think it's time for a change of scene. Would you like to visit the Crystal Empire?" 


>Be Anon
>Sitting in that stupid boutique the CMC had a slumber party at
>Standing there as a dress is adjusted, pins holding the pieces together
>"This would be a lot easier if you'd stand more still!"
>Twilight's friend Rarity was making the dress; nepotism at its finest. Apparently Purple had even modeled for her, using her position of power to support her business
>Not sure if you were proud or disappointed of her
"Well, stop using pins! You keep poking me!"
>"They wouldn't POKE you if you'd stand still!" Rarity shot back
>Rarity, as if. She'd probably been nailed more times than a... very-used piece of wood
>The dress was pink at its base, with red ribbon-like extensions toward your rump
>Some diamond-like jewels adorning your dress
>Pfft, probably cubic zirconia
>At this point she was just droning on about HER life, just like your old hairdresser
>"-going back to my Canterlot branch on Fridays, although next week those Crusaders have another sleepover, but Applejack hosted the last one, so fair is fair. It's not like Rainbow could host one, most of them would fall through the floor!" She laughed at that one
"Did you take my idea into consideration?"
>"Yes, but unfortunately, combat boots and army fatigues are NOT couture" 

>5 minutes later and she was done
>As you stepped back into the main room, Twilight looked up from the magazine and gave a little "D'aww"
"I am NOT wearing this outside." you stomped your hoof in rebellion.
>"Of course not, dear, you'd get it all dirty. Rarity, do you have a carrier?"
>"Naturally." she answered, pulling out a coat hanger-like object with some sort of folded paper-esque covering
>As you take off the dress, you notice Twicunt handing over some bits to her 'friend'
>5 bits of materials and 20 minutes of labor, and still charging her best friend an undoubtedly exorbitant rate
>Full name was probably Rarity Shekelstein

>Be Twilight
>Dress-shopping had gone well
>At least she hadn't peed on anything
>You'd never be able to replace that rug
>Now Anon was just walking like a retard, legs swinging, her tongue poking out
"Stop that!" you hiss. Why couldn't she act like a NORMAL pony?
>"I have epilepsy, remember?"
>Shit, maybe you should've prepared a better lie
>So you quietly utter the manual activation spell on the collar to give her a good shock, its pink runes lighting
>After falling to her knees, she got up and mumbled something
>At least she wasn't acting like an invalid anymore 

>Be Anon
>God, shopping was terrible
>Why was there even a Quills and Sofas store? What kind of community can support such a niche market fusion?
>Well, the free market has spoken


>The next morning
>"Wakey wakey Anon!" Twilight practically yelled into your ear, causing you to fall off the edge of your bed
"Dammit!"
>"I'll let that one slide.", the disapproval in her voice apparent "But we have to get going, the train leaves in an hour!"
>She had spent all night packing your suitcases and filling those checklists of hers
>You had managed to slip the bits you had earned from your twicunt-mandated school attendance in your suitcase
"Can't you just TELEPORT us everywhere?"
>"Well, no, you see, it's not so much 'teleportation' but 'mass rotation, which is to day..."

>10 minutes later
>"...so, in conclusion, it is difficult to transport solid objects besides myself and some possessions, and that difficulty is magnified by your sentience and the distance"
>At this point you had just finished your cereal
"I'm just gonna assume we can't."
>Then again, she was one manipulative bitch, who just happened to be nice about it 

>Be Twilight
>Friendship Express pulling into the Crystal Empire station
>Good thing Celestia had nixed the community-voted name, 'Hoofler Did Nothing Wrong', and its runner-up, 'Gas the Yaks'
>Nudge Anon from her nap, replacing her blanket into the appropriate suitcase
>She just mumbles something about 'kings'
"Get up, Anon, we're here"
>"we was"
"No, we ARE, silly"
>You try to be gentle, but she wasn't moving. So you pushed her off the seat with your muzzle
>She lands on her hooves like a cat, surprise evident on your face
"Oh, Anon, you fell off your seat!"
>"I... I did?"
"Yes, but way to stick the landing. Just be more careful next time."
>You grab the suitcases and exit the train onto the platform; it was practically a jump for her. So cute. 


>Be Anon
>Jesus, was this place ENTIRELY crystal?
>Guess they didn't call it the Crystal EMpire for nothing
>Pfft, some empire. A medium-sized town at best.
>Also, its reappearance must've devalued gemstones immensely, causing economic collapse. And yet very little poverty and no recession to speak of. Either these ponies don't understand economics, or have mastered it
>You see a statue of some kind of lizard holding some kind of crystal gem. What a surprise.
"Hey, Purple, who's that?" you ask, not particularly interested
>"That's Spike, the dragon who saved the Crystal Empire." she said, her voice cracking a little bit
>You think back on your library of fantasy fiction
"So, what, did he hoard all these crystals and given them one, or eat the bourgeoisie and steal it, or...? "
>"Excuse me??" she asked in that tone you recognized.
"I mean, dragons are supposed to be greedy, right? So he must've stolen it in the first place-"
>Twilight nearly slapped you before refraining her hoof. Instead she put her head close to yours, which meant either love or anger. This time, it was the latter
>"Don't EVER badmouth Spike again. He's a hero, and the best friend I could ever ask for."
>Apparently this was personal.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know." you look down at the ground and paw your hoof. It was about 60% acting, but you didn't mean to insult a friend of Twilight's
>"Well, you shouldn't assume anything about somepony based on their race."
>Oh, if Twilight ever saw your old posts on /pol/, she'd go into conniptions 

>Be Twilight
>Guards had let you in the palace, now you were waiting in the entrance hall, as good manners dictated
>10 minutes later and still nothing
>20 minutes and nothing
>At this point Anon was just making faces at one of the guards, and posing VERY suggestively 
"Anon, knock that off! It's not even heat season!" you whisper
>A maid passes by and you manage to intercept her
"Hey, do you know if they're coming?"
>Confusion crossed her face. "Weren't you told? Princess Twilight and Grand Admiral First Class Supreme Commander-of-State Generallissimo High Lord Shining Armor are out
>Goddammit Shiny, quit adding stupid names to your Title
"Well, at least we know now. C'mon Anon."
>She stops shaking her rump and follows you
>Once you were home you'd have a LOT of spankings to give 

>Be Anon
>Turns out you were sharing a two-bedder with Purple
>Giant castle, but they couldn't give you individual guest bedrooms
>Probably used the tax dollars to build an indoor Olympic Swimming pool (royalty only)
>Not only is Twi a princess, but apparently she's the Lich-king's sister. Maybe they hated each other, like you and your old siblings
>What were their names again?

>Eventually the two of you are summoned to the Throne Room to meet your hosts
>Turns out the two were the final boss
>thelastbattle.mp3
>Twicunt making you wear the stupid dress
>So what if it looked good on you, you hated it
>Twilight doesn't even bother with decorum, just rushes and hugs her brother
>A dozen incest jokes flow through your mind
>"Shiny! It's been so long! I heard you were promoted to Grand Admiral First Class?
"Easy when you're in charge" you say to yourself
>"And Cadance, I haven't seen you since the Border Summit!
>Hopefully they had plans to retake Jerusalem
>"Well, I heard about the new addition" Cadance looks over at you, giving a smile
>You just frown, invoking your inner Wojak
>"Is there anything you'd like to say Anon?" Twi asks, giving you her pleading face. If she didn't like what you said, she'd give you the angry face.
"What's the square footage on this castle?" you ask like an autist
>The two new 'friends' look at each other, before Cadance answers awkwardly
>"Umm... a lot"
>What a bunch of idiots 
>"Well, it looks like she's too big to play with Flurry Heart!" Shining joked. They'd probably make you do it anyway
>God, if you had to meet one more princess you'd go Columbine on these faggots
>"Oh, how's Flurry?" Twi continues. You were just content to keep your mouth shut.
>"Well, her sleep schedule is normal now, so..." Cadance's voice brimmed with love. Her element was Love, right? Or was she a Psychic-type? 

>Be Anon
>They sent you to *watch* Flurry Heart
>Like she doesn't have a contingent of armed guards
>Pssh, probably wanted you out of the way so they could throw an orgy
>You just salute the guard and enter; apparently they had been told about their new visitor
>Crep up to her crib and look down at the Princess
>Of course she's a fucking alicorn, talk about winning the genetic lottery
"Hey. Wake up."
>Nothing. You start shaking her
"Wake up you huge sack of shit"
>Well that got her attention; so now she's screaming
>You quickly cover her mouth with a hoof, hoping she doesn't try any magick hax
>Thankfully nothing; you just keep your hoof there until she calms down
"Let's have some fun."

>You point to your drawing of donkeys mass-immigrating to Inner Equestria
"Good or bad?"
>"Ba."
"Close enough."
>You pull out your second drawing of, a picture of a white-coated, yellow-maned, blue eyed family
"Good or bad?"
>"Goo."
>You thought about doing one about the degeneracy of homosexuality, but the mare-to-stallion population was 3-to-1, so lesbians were abundant, as there seemed to be no polygamy or herd systems.
>Yet.

"Now Flurry, do the salute 
>She just looks at you in confusion
"You know, the one?" you elevate your right forehoof
>She copies you
"Good. But don't show your mommy or daddy, we want to surprise them."
>She gives a very slow nod. She understood you pretty well.
>Good thing you got to her before that communist unicorn 

>Be Twilight
>Just having a pleasant chat with your BBBFF and his totally non-bossy wife
>"and I caught the kidnapper, and was awarded this medal for my valiant service"
>And he points to one of his two weekly awards he gave himself
"Well, that's very nice-"
>"I wanna see the prison!" Anon shouts, dragging her suitcase behind her
"Now, Anon, there's- shouldn't you be with Flurry?"
>"Naw, once I gave her that bottle of window cleaner she shut right up. I think she's sleeping now."
>Cadance just rushes out of the room with that revelation
"Tell me you were joking. Please."

>She just nods in affirmation
>"Can I? Can I"?
"Well, if Uncle Shiny goes with you-"
>"Yaaaay!". Anon didn't even ask is he'd come.
>"Well, looks like I don't have a choice!" Shining joked as Anon pulled him by the hoof
>Let's see if he gives himself a medal for this
>You didn't even ask about the suitcase 

>Be Anon
>Follow Shining Armor through hallways and staircases
>Eventually you reach the basement, with the stereotypical crackling torches and pair of underpaid guards sitting at a table, cards out
>Knowing this G-rated wasteland, they were probably playing Go Fish
>They stand at attention, hooves raised
>"At ease. We're just doing a routine inspection"
>So you walk down the halls, dragging your suitcase while Shining Armor explains the various offenses of the imprisoned
>"That one's in for Grand Theft Carriage, that one was quite good at tax evasion, and Miss Harvest tried her hand at arson."
"What about that one?" you ask, pointing to a fairly jovial prisoner
>"...Jaywalking."

>Eventually you reach the end of the line
>"Well, guess we'd better head back." Clearly Shining was getting sick of your never-ending questions.
"Wait, what about that last cell?" you ask, pointing to a corner slightly darker than the rest
>"Oh, yeah, she's a new prisoner. Kidnapping charges, trial's in a week."
>He turns, and you followed. This next part relied on a bit of luck
>About halfway back to the entrance you hold your stomach and lean against a wall
"Wait.."
>"Huh? What is it?"
"I need a... bucket... now." You slump back a bit lower against the wall
>"Oh! Right!" he dashes off and you were alone, at least for a minute "Guards! I need a bucket, NOW!"
>You pull a bottle out of your pack and rush back to that last cell 


>Be Anon
>Follow Shining Armor through hallways and staircases
>Eventually you reach the basement, with the stereotypical crackling torches and pair of underpaid guards sitting at a table, cards out
>Knowing this G-rated wasteland, they were probably playing Go Fish
>They stand at attention, hooves raised
>"At ease. We're just doing a routine inspection"
>So you walk down the halls, dragging your suitcase while Shining Armor explains the various offenses of the imprisoned
>"That one's in for Grand Theft Carriage, that one was quite good at tax evasion, and Miss Harvest tried her hand at arson."
"What about that one?" you ask, pointing to a fairly jovial prisoner
>"...Jaywalking."

>Eventually you reach the end of the line
>"Well, guess we'd better head back." Clearly Shining was getting sick of your never-ending questions.
"Wait, what about that last cell?" you ask, pointing to a corner slightly darker than the rest
>"Oh, yeah, she's a new prisoner. Kidnapping charges, trial's in a week."
>He turns, and you followed. This next part relied on a bit of luck
>About halfway back to the entrance you hold your stomach and lean against a wall
"Wait.."
>"Huh? What is it?"
"I need a... bucket... now." You slump back a bit lower against the wall
>"Oh! Right!" he dashes off and you were alone, at least for a minute "Guards! I need a bucket, NOW!"
>You pull a bottle out of your pack and rush back to that last cell 


>Be Twilight
>Having an enjoyable conversation with your sister-in-law
>You hear the sound of hoofsteps, paired with a light *thump* every second
>You turn around and see your BBBFF and Anon who was... jumping across every other tile
>Dammit, this wasn't time for The Floor is Lava.
"Oh... did you have a good time, Anon?"
>She smiles to herself. "Yep."
"Did she behave herself Shiny?"
>"Yeah... yeah. Kind of exhausting."
>"Aren't all kids?" Cadance quipped, covering her mouth with her hoof
>Laugh at her shitty joke.
>...
>"I wanna eat." Anon blurts out

>So, ten minutes later and you were sitting at the table
>You loved your family, but all this conversation was killing you
>So you just pretended to be VERY interested in this breadstick while they chatted with the rich and nobles
>Good thing you got to avoid this bullshit with your "friendship studies"
>Anon just sitting there, drawing on her napkin. Nice of them to supply crayons, they probably dealt with similar situations alot.
"Here Anon, let's pour you a glass of water-"
>"I want choccy milk."
"What was that?"
>"I WANT CHOCCY MILK!" Anon banged her hooves against the table, the clatter of moving cutlery breaking conversations
>"I'm sorry... what?" Cadance asked
"She wants chocolate milk." you whisper "Please tell me you have some before she screeches again."

>15 minutes later and Anon was drinking her fifth glass. Good thing they left the pitcher out
"Anon, why don't you eat more broccoli?" you whisper
>"No." Another breath, another swig
"You're gonna be hungry later, and I'm not gonna make you anymore midnight ramen"
>"We'll see." 


>Be Anon
>"No Anon, I warned you at dinner."
>You lean back on the edge of your bed, looking up at the carpet
"If I die, I don't want a funeral. Just throw me in a ditch."
>"You're not gonna die." Twilight answered, not even looking up from her newspaper
>Why was she wearing reading glasses? Her vision was fine.
>Maybe she just wanted to look smarter
"C'mon, I wore the dress, gimme a break."
>She looks at you with pity in her eyes, but they quickly harden
>"No Anon, you didn't listen and now you have to pay the price."
>Price, huh?
"Let's make a deal."
>You had read The Art of the Deal, so this should be easy, right?

>"No Anon, I will not accept hugs as currency, nor any other exchange."
"I thought friendship and niceness were your whole schtick!"
>"You need to learn responsibility. I told you to take care of yourself, and you didn't. Maybe you'll learn a lesson from this.

>Well, time for Plan C
>You take in a deep breath, and hold it in. And in
>"What are you doing? Cut that out!"
>Your face was reddening and oxygen running low, but maybe she'd just give in
>"I'm not falling for it Anon. You pretend that you're an adult, but you're acting rather CHILDISHLY, aren't you?"
>A moment later and you crumbled, form splayed on the floor, lungs taking in copious amounts of air
>"So what's the next part of your plan? Screaming? Bashing your head into walls?"
>Dammit, she was always one step ahead of you.
"Uh... may I PLEASE have some food?"
>She smiles at that, and for a brief moment you feel a flicker of hope
>"No. Now hop in bed, it's getting late."
>You just give up. You'd eventually get your revenge. It was just a matter of patience.
>Well, MORE revenge. You were still pissed about the filly part. 


>Be Twilight
>Wake up at 7-ish
>You had always been a light sleeper, but you enjoyed laying there, comfy in bed
>Roll over and notice Anon is gone
>Panic for a moment before remembering that you're guests
>"She's their problem now."
>Eventually you walk into the main kitchen and see Anon furiously downing waffles
>She had always hated waffles, but desperate times yadda yadda yadda
>You sit next to her and ask for eggs and orange juice
>The chef was pretty snappy, faster than Spike ever was
>You open up this morning's paper and scan through the headlines
>Reading about the problems in your sibling's kingdom made you feel better
"Did you learn your lesson Anon?". You don't look away from the paper for dramatic effect.
>"Mm-hmm." she mumbles out through a mouthful of waffle
"Good."

>Shiny entered the kitchen, obviously to see you of
>"Twi! Anon!" he ruffled Anon's mane with the usage of her name, "how's your morning so far?"
"Pretty good, thanks to your staff. How's yours?"
>"Very... interesting. One of the mares in the dungeon went psycho sometime this morning."
"Really?"
>"Yeah, the guards found her mumbling and crying, covered in her own urine. There was also some glass across the floor, so we think she smuggled some alcohol in her mane.
"Oh?"
>"Yeah, we're probably gonna skip the criminal trial and have her placed in an asylum."
"That's too bad. I wish she could have become a... functional member of society"
>"Yeah, well, maybe she'll return to sanity. But that's not all." 


"What, did you get promoted again?"
>He gives you a glare with that jab. "NO, Flurry's been acting weird lately."
"Is she teething? I have a book-"
>"No, no. Well, for one, she used to love this one zebra doll, but now she refuses acknowledge it. Also, she keeps asking for upsies, but she only uses her right hoof"
"That is odd." You decide to try and pull your 'daughter' into the conversation. "Anon, what do you think?"
>Anon only looks up a little. "She's a baby, and babies are stupid."
"Now Anon, that's not very nice. You should NEVER call a pony stupid."

"Well, I don't think we can help much. I hate to leave so soon, but the map's been acting crazy" You get up from your seat "Come Anon, you need to pack your suitcase. You can have more chocolate milk later."
>As she hops off her stool, she looks up at Shining Armor. At that moment, Anon's collar began activating wildly, her body slowly convulsing at the floor.
>"Oh, that's right. I forgot about the epilepsy." Shiny asks in a noncommittal way. Ponies never knew how to properly respond to disability; they felt guilty just looking at it.
>After the movement stopped, you pick up Anon off the floor and place her perpendicularly on your back
>"It's okay, we've become a little more accustomed to it. Thank you for having us, it's always great to visit. Mom and Dad wanted me to tell you that they want to see you soon."
>"Well, we'll try to stop by soon. Give them our best!"
"Come on Anon, we don't want to miss our train. We can talk on the way home." 

>Be Anon, a few days after redpilling Flurry
>An orange glow permeates the land as the sun shrinks into the horizon
>Good, time for Luna to get off her lazy ass
>Wait, was 'ass' a slur here too?
>You walk downstairs as Twilight deals with another citizen
>Apparently the castle was still operating as a library, despite the previous one blowing up, probably by a suicide bomber
>Eventually the fucker leaves
"Uh... Twilight?"
>She turns to you, obviously tired
>Long day doing absolutely nothing but staring at that map
>Apparently it was acting odd, problems showing up but no cutie marks lighting up.
>She should have gotten the extended warranty
>So now her cabal of friends were monitoring it 14/7 (Don't ask about the other 8 hours) and just guessing who to send with mixed results
>"What is it, Anon?"
"Oh, um, the Cutie Mark Crusaders are having a sleepover at Rarity's. Can I go?"
>She looks out the window, still plenty of light left
>"Sure, sure. Are you okay walking there yourself? I promised to stay here."
>You just nod your head
>"I'll pick you up at 9 tomorrow, okay? And get there soon, I don't want you walking around in the dark and getting lost again"
>You ran upstairs and grabbed your pillowcase and sleeping bag
>The pillowcase held your toothbrush and a certain pamphlet 

>Be Anon
>Well, no sense delaying this. You knock on the door to a local candy shop and wait
>The mint colored pony opens the door, and upon seeing you, rapidly scans to your left and right. Quickly after, a bit of her exuberance fades.
>"Oh, Princess Twilight couldn't make it?" she stayed cheery, but you knew she was dissapointed
"Sorry, she doesn't like talking about humans."
>"Well, we're glad to have you Anon!" she looks at your stuff, "but this isn't an overnighter, just so you know."
"Oh no, I'm going somewhere else later."
>Her qt3.14 marefriend pops her head out."Oh, well, maybe we could walk you there? It's getting dark-"
"No no no. I'll be fine." Why did everypo- everyONE insist on escorting you everywhere? Just because you're < 3 feet tall?
>Also, how long had Bon-Bon been there?
>"Lyra, I asked you to keep kids out of your... religion."
>"It's not a religion, it's a historical society!"
>Seemed like they had argued about this earlier, so they just walk you in.
>You enter the center of this normally-busy business, and see one mare and one stallion already sitting at a table.
>"Well, let's get started." Lyra began, "Secretary, please read the minutes of our last meeting."
>Bon-bon just sighed and turned a paper over on her clipboard."7:30, meeting commences. Review of prior meeting commences. 7:45, discussion on what seperates a 'hominid' from a 'human'. 7:55, alternate hieroglyphs analyzed; no decisive findings. Theories include methods of transportation, some sort of memetic sorcery. 8:15, Pizza bites served as snacks. 8:20, Semantic argument over what constitutes a 'snack'. 8:30, weekly assignments assigned Cinder to send letters to Canterlot University for a new Jenovian program, Stargazer to analyze night sky to calculate the time of The Reunion, Lyra assigned to spread the good news, Bon-Bon to manage logistics (again).
>"Excellent work, secretary! Now, on our first order of business, we have a scheduled discussion on human culture!" -Lyra 


>Be Anon
>Lyra's begun her ranting
>"-humans created superior technological marvels, likely due to their sub-hooves, or 'fingers'.
>Bon-Bon didn't seem happy to be here; the sex with Lyra must be AMAZING for her to put up with this.
>"Furthermore, Humans live in a herd society, where an alpha stalli- male would have a contingent of wives-"
"That's not true." you blurt out.
>They all look at you
>Cinder decides to pop the obvious question. "Well, how would YOU know?"
"Well, uh... Princess Twilight's done a lot of research on humans."
>Stargazer pushed the question further. "Then why won't she come?"
"...because she's trying to cover it up. If ponies found out about humans and the... the Reunion, they'd stop worshiping the alicorns.
>"I KNEW IT!" Lyra shouted to the heavens.
>Bon-Bon decided to add some sanity to the discussion. "Now, Lyra, be reasonable, Anon may be-"
>"Don't you see? It all makes sense now!"
>Cinder and Stargazer just watch, their eyes moving between the two like a tennis match
>"Lyra, there is NO conspiracy to undermine your beliefs-"
>"C'mon Bon-Bon, you REALLY think the alicorns aren't controlling society? Putting chemicals in the cloudwater?"
"I think we should stop calling them alicorns. That legitimizes their power. We should call the Princesses (((They))) and (((Them))), with triple parenthesis when in writing."
>"That's a good idea". Cinder agreed.
>"Lyra..." Bon-Bon was the only one who dared speak against you
>"THAT'S why they won't teach Reunionism in schools, or legitimize a Human Studies degree! They control the education systems! And the Equestria Reserve..."
>Bon-Bon was pissed now. "Everyone, I'm AFRAID that this meeting is over. Lyra and I need to have a discussion now."
>The three of you slowly migrate out the door, while the lesbians argued in hushed whispers
>Good, now nobody needed to babysit you. You head to the CMC sleepover, since you needed some space away from Purple. 

>Be Anon, once again embroiled with the CMC
>You were even here last time
>Why couldn't you spend time with the rich one, maybe you could've pocketed some stuff from her house
>You weren't paying attention, but now there was a lull in the conversation
>lightbulb.gif
"Hey guys... wanna wrestle?"

"Oof... you win again, Bloom! You really know how to wrestle!"
>"Well, ya just gotta get on top, then it's easy."
>Unfortunately for you, while you found the experience enjoyable, your body didn't react
>You had tried to masturbate many times before, with no success
>But surely it would work when you were older, right? No society could stay sane without it, right?
>"What do we do now?" Sweetie asked
"Y'know, I have a story to tell. Sweetie, get me a flashlight."
>How did they have flashlights but no cars?
>By the time you got to the end of your story, it would be pretty dark.
"Did Twilight ever tell you about the SCP Foundation?"

"'My buddy measured the banks once and compared them to the photos from its first discovery. You know what he found?'
"It's growing! The pool is growing! It gets bigger and stronger every day and now we've made it angry!". 
>Dramatic Pause
"The rest of the file had all been redacted and blotted out, but only two words remained: 'six months'.
>...
>...
>"I wanna go home."
>Scootaloo was such a baby. 

>Be Anon
>Enjoying one more hour of freedom before you have to return to Fuckface Castle
>Just sitting on a bench, enjoying the sun, the mild breeze, and smells of early summer
>Wish you had brought some of your money, ice cream sounded good right now
>Watching ponies pass by, most seemed pretty happy
>Eventually you see the secretary from your cult meeting last night, some groceries hooked onto her saddlebag
>You had meant to try and pass on your origin to the crazies, but the meeting ended rather rapidly
>dontseemedontseeme.png
>Once again Lady Luck had forsaken you. You used to get dubs all the time.
>"Oh, Anon! What a surprise!"
>If it wasn't for the groceries you'd have thought she had been following you
>"I was hoping we could talk.". Maybe you could leverage this.
"I'll do it if you buy me ice cream."

>Sitting at the Canter Creamery
>Min-chocolate-chip waffle cone, with two scoops of course
>What other free stuff could you get out of this? Maybe you could play the lesbians against each other
>"Now, Anon, I can understand your participation. You may have felt left out, or you wanted to impress us, but spreading misinformation is bad."
"I wasn't lying. Twilight reads a lot of heiroglyphics."
>"Well, I've met Princess Twilight, and I don't think she's the type to run a conspiracy"
"I live with her, so I would think I'd know more."
>She raises her hoof, but realizes you have a point. "Is there any way you could be mistaken? Sometimes things are... misconstrued."
"I'll ask Twilight about her research. Maybe I was wrong about it."
>She ruffles your mane. "That's a good filly." 



>Be Twilight
>You and Glimmer had tried to solve a friendship problem in Hooveston, but it turned out it was an argument over linguistics that only Applejack could solve.
>In this case, both parties could agree that she had the dumbest accent of all
>Hopefully Anon never found out about the strip club there. Not that you would know anything about it, of course. Or that for 100 bits they'd pee-

>"Hello, Comrade."
"Anon, I told you to stop calling her that."
>She just huffs her chest and performs a salute
>"It's fine, Twilight. I was finished anyway." Glimmer was gracious enough to ignore Anon's antics and leave
>The two of you hug before leaving.

>After a short speech on the usage of derogatory terms, you believe that Anon had learned her lesson.
"So did you have fun with your friends?"
>"Yep." she answered, nodding her head up and down
>Good, maybe she would start acting like a normal filly. 


>Be Anon
>Twilight had left VERY specific instructions
>Be here when the mailmare arrived (also, call her 'Derpy', not 'Cross-Eyes')
>And do not open the box under any circumstances
>"I'll be back in a couple of hours, so stay put. If you're good we can have pizza for dinner."
>So you sat on the counter, eating cake and working on your drawing of a happy merchant rubbing his hooves
>Eventually a knocking comes from the door
>It's Derpy. She doesn't look too happy to see you, so you just get to signing the sheet with your mouth and take the box inside. It's quite light for its dimensions, roughly the size of a shoebox. It feels even lighter than empty, like the contents have negative mass. Probably magic bullshit.
>A few minutes later and another knocking came. What, did Cross-Eyes need you to sign the blue copy now?
>You peer through your personal eye-glass, which stood about 30 inches above the bottom of the door. Mirrors gave it roughly the same view as the adult one.
>It was mint pone, holding more flyers and looking quite excited to be here. 

>"Anon! I noticed that Twilight left, so I thought I'd check up on you!
"Oh, yeah. You and Bon-Bon still together?"
>"Well, yes, but we're having a bit or a rough patch, so I'm staying with my sister right now while we re-evaluate our priorities. But I saw YOU with Bon-Bon yesterday!" she says playfully, booping your nose.
"She bought me ice cream." you remind her
>"Yes, well, I brought YOU something fun too!"
>She pulls out an inch-thick stack of comic books from behind her pamphlets; she must have stopped here while slipping those under carriage window-wipers or whatever
>She hands them to you, and from your quick skim of the titles, they were all from different series.
>Comics were surprisingly cheap here; at least they had invented the printing press
"One second." You drop the comics on the counter, grabbing your paper and pencil
>"So I was wondering if you could tell me more about Twilight's... research."
"Well, you can't tell Twilight ANYTHING about me knowing. If you meet her, I've never met you before."
>Your collar was warming up, but you had to press on
"Lyra, you HAVE to believe me. I'm gonna try to draw-"
>Your head begins rapidly twitching as electricity shoots through your body
you drop the paper to the floor and put your pencil to your mouth
>You manage to scraggle out a drawing of a pony with a question mark on its ass
>Lyra stays quiet, watching
>You had a theory that not THINKING about describing your situation would bypass the thought-analyzer
>Just imagine drawing an pony on two legs, not a human
>You kind of manage, but the electricity is close to causing full-on spasms
>"You alright kid?"
>You manage to hold it in and just nod. As you try to draw an arrow from the pony to the human, you collapse to the floor, your collar nearly making you black out.Your eyes flutter open and closed, your hairs stand on head, and your legs jerk erratically.
>Goddammit Purple thinks of everything 

>"Anon? I'm gonna go get hel-"
"I'm fine! I'm fine!" you yell out a bit louder than necessary. You manage to slide up onto your hindquarters, looking up at her
>"Well, I think I can figure out what you need from this." she magics the paper into her saddlebag
>Would Lyra be the key to escape? Maybe you'd be able to transform back after all; Twicunt had lied to you in the past
>You shakily rise to your hooves, intent on remaining some dignity
>"Is there anything else you can tell your old friend Lyra?"
"Starlight Glimmer's in on it too. The two of them keep working in a room I'm not allowed in." This was only PARTIALLY a lie. Twilight didn't like you around the map; she probably suspected you were the reason it was acting screwy. "She's also sending a lot more letters to Princess Celestia now."
>You decide to try to draw attention away from yourself.
"So does Stargazer have any idea when the Reunion is coming?"
>"Well, she thinks that a recent meteor across the Southern hemisphere may place it within the next five years, based on her studies in Astronomy and Hominid Linguistics." She ruffles your mane similar to how her (ex?)-marefriend did.
>Your face freezes and your blood turns cold, shock nearly paralyzing you.
>"Well, if you need anything, you can talk to-". She notices your reaction and rotates her head to look behind her.
>She turned to the sight of a VERY angry Twilight landing behind her 

>Just stare at the two, waiting to see who'd go first
>Shit, was Twilight able to detect when the collar went off from a distance? Did it have a Shock History report?
>Apparently Purple successfully rolled for initiative
>"Lyra, I told you that I didn't want to discuss your cult!"
>You move quietly back and hide the comics in an obscure corner of a rarely-used kitchen cabinet. You then sneak back to the still-arguing mares, absence unknown.
>"You specifically said 'around me', so I'm not breaking your rules. Plus, it's not a cult, it's a historical society!"
>"Your abuse of the term 'historical' is disgusting. I don't want you filling Anon's head with crazy ideas of humans!"
>"Humans are REAL and you know it!"
>Lyra turns to leave, but decides to drop a bombshell. "I know you're up to something, and the truth will come out eventually."
>Twilight gets visibly flustered as Lyra passes her on the way out.
>"Don't talk to me or my daughter EVER again!" 


>Be Twilight
>The nerve of that Lyra, trying to get off on a technicality and corrupt your daughter
>Don't know how Bon-Bon put up with her, the sex must be amazing
>Now you had to interrogate Anon
>Walk in and she's already sitting on a counter stool. You pull out another and sit down next to her.
"Anon, what did she say to you?" you try to be as gentle as possible; Anon didn't react well if you were too forceful
>You casually hug her, but mostly to feel her collar. Still warm, pink runes bright.
>"Well, she started talking about humans, and my collar started hurting me."
>You hated the idea of Anon being hurt, but it was for her own good
"What else did she talk about?"
>"She mentioned a Reunion, but never really explained. I- I thought about telling her, and the collar starting shocking me more."
>Well, she seemed to be mostly honest, but she had been deceptive in the past. You'd definitely need to get a restraining order against Lyra.
>Her last warning had you off-balance
>How much did she know? Her statement implied she had little idea, only that SOMETHING was up.
"Okay Anon, I'm gonna go get that pizza. It'll only be a couple of minutes; don't open the door for anypony, and stay away from the box." 

>Be Anon
>Twilight's teleported out with a *pop*, so you're all alone and unsupervised
>Okay, now you REALLY wanted to know what was in the box
>Pacing back and forth in front of it, debating
>On one hand, could be cool shit
>On the other hand, could blow your face off
>You compromise and shake it a few times
>No sound, no shaking; it felt empty, but it was a fraction too light to be empty
>Put it down and just wait for the undoubtedly cheese pizza
>Without pepperoni, ham or sausage, you options were limited to cheese. It was that or pineapple pizza, and you weren't THAT retarded
>A couple of minutes and she *popped* back with a box
>Smelled nice; at least these pizzerias used those spices on the cheese. Oregano and shiiet.
>She places the box on the table and pulls out some paper plates. Purple HATED washing dishes, and you weren't about to contribute to the housework.

"Hey, Twilight? What's in the box?"
>"Oh! Well, it'd be easier to show you
>She slowly opens the box, ripping off the tape. You lean in closer to see
>A blue gas floats up to to the ceiling; you dive to your hooves, trying to cover your mouth.
>What kind of chemical weapon had she just unleashed???
>She just starts laughing.
"What's your problem Purple? I could have DIED!"
>Eventually she manages to stop laughing long enough to explain. "Anon, it's just harmless colored gas." 
"Then why did you need it?" you ask while you slowly rise to your hooves
>"I didn't. I just wanted to see if you were trustworthy, and you passed the test."
>Damn that manipulative bitch 


>Be Twilight
>Anon was enjoying her pizza
>You just picked the slices with the least cheese; you had ordered that 1/2 of the pizza use minimal amounts of cheese
>After two slices you gave up; Anon managed three before being fully sated
>You threw the rest in your enchanted ice box
>So you took Anon to the couch and just rested by her
>It lasted about a minute
>"Twilight- I forgot I have a history report due tomorrow."

"Why did you save it until the last minute?!"
>"Well, I needed your help on it, but you're always gone." Anon sniffled a little at that
>Your heart melted at that
>But you were a good mother; you always made time for Anon
>Right?... Right?
"Okay Anon, I'll help. What's the report on?"

>1 hour later
>A tri-folded posterboard sat finished on the counter
>Several pages worth of content plastered on its front, all backgrounded with colored pieces of paper to make them visually distinct
>You would've preferred to make a more extensive overview of Yakistan history with reliable citations, but Cherilee would realize you did all the work; you merely did MOST of it
>Anon just stood behind you, contributing as much as she could
>Which was practically nothing
>You just sit back and admire your handiwork
"Now Anon, I know you have a lot of catching up to do, but please try to remember assignments in the future. I won't always be able to bail you out."
>She just nods with a small smile
"Now about my payment..."
>Anon just looks confused at you, before you wrap her in a tight hug
"Snuggle time!" 

>Be Anon
>Just got Twilight to do the entirety of your history project
>All you had to do was snuggle
>Now she was just holding you in her bed; you DID like it when she wrapped your wing around you, her hooves holding you softly
>You were just happy because you got out of work, r-right?

>Next morning
>Purple had taken you to the mayor's office
>She needed some sort of legal document or whatever
>You were just left in the foyer, to your own devices
>Some mare clacking away at an oversized typewriter; probably needed all that space to make hoof-sized keys
>They probably used a QWERTY-style keyset (or similar), unless they had fixed the jamming problem
"I'm boooored."
>Back when you were a human kid, they would let you... let you... let you use a paper shredder, yeah.
>You had tried annoying the secretary, but she just ignored you for the most part.
>So now you just sat on a bench, twiddling your hooves
>Twilight came out pretty happy, holding a scroll in her magic
>"Thanks again, Mayor Mare, this means a lot."
>"Oh, no problem. I know how irritating some of those Jenova's Witnesses can be."
>"Thank you again. Say goodbye, Anon."
"Wait, your name is MAYOR mare?"
>"Well, yes."
"So what, your parents decided to name you mayor without knowing what you'd be? Or did they try to-"
>"That's enough Anon! Heh, heh..." Purple begins scratching behind her head "We'd... we'd better get going"
>She leads you out the door; 'leads' being 'gently shoving you out by pushing the back of your head'
>It was going to be a long day 

>Be Twilight
>Anon being a pain in the flank, as usual
>You were carrying her posterboard to school in addition to the restraining order
"Can you set this up by yourself?"
>"Yep!" she takes the posterboard in her mouth and skips inside
>You take a moment to smile and watch her go inside before heading out to complete your tasks for the day
>Now you just had to hand this restraining order to Lyra

>How did Bon-Bon runa candy store and NOT get fat? She must have more self-control than you. But that was not the question you came to ask
>"I'm sorry, me and Lyra aren't living together right now"
"Do you know where she lives?"
>"...No, why?"
>It was going to be a long day 

>Be Cherilee
>You loved report days, getting to put a big sticker on everypony's hard work
>Just finished grading a few papers, with liberal use of small stickers
>Stickers and smiley faces were core to giving foals a sense of achievement
>When in walks in the Princess herself
>"Hello Miss Cherilee, I'm here to pick up Anon's report?"
"Actually Miss Sparkle, I'd like to talk to you about your child"

>"What did she do now? Did you need to use carpet cleaner?"
"Uh... no."
>"Praise Luna. So what was it?"
"You helped her on the report, didn't you?"
>"Well, yes. I mean, ALL the parents do that."
"Of course, but this is a different situation. You should look at her last history test."
>You slide her the piece of paper, marked with a 0 and a frowny face
>You HATED giving out frowny faces
"She's acing all her other subjects- Math, Science, Reading and Writing. But she REFUSES to learn history."
>"Oh believe me, I'll have a good talk to her about this."
"I thought as much". You knew that Miss Sparkle was a scholar, and she probably wouldn't let her foal have less than a B.
>"Thank you. Is there anything else I need to know about?"
"Well, she spends an awful lot of time with that Aryanne filly."
>"So...?"
"Aryanne has some... unusual beliefs. I'm trying to work her through them, with little success. I fear she's a bad influence on Anon."
>"Alright, we'll be having a long discussion tonight."
"Alright, I'm glad to hear it" You just smile at her, and get back to your work.
>You loved your job, as infuriating as it could be sometimes. 

>Be Twilight
>Dragging Anon home by the ear
>"Hey, stop, what did I do?!"
>You unlock the door and push her inside; she knowingly sits down on the couch
>Just stand there a minute to inspire some fear; subsequently pull out the test from your saddlebag
"What is this?"
>She tilts her head and looks over. "Well, it looks like a sheet of paper."
>Now she was just trying to make you angry
>You wave the paper in her face, the 0 making her face fall a bit; she now understood your ire.
"Look, Question 6, who was Khalif Horseshoe? You wrote 'A Peaceful Muslim'. What even is that??"
>"Exactly. They don't exist."
>What was from with this child?
"Okay, we're going to start working through your history homework together until your grades get better. And if they don't..."
>You figured her imagination would do a better job than any threat you could make

>You just had Anon read from her history workbook while you wrote a checklist for tomorrow. You hear Anon close her book rather quickly, so you decide to test her knowledge.
"Okay, what was this chapter about?"
>"I can't read it, the words get all jumbled/"
"I KNOW YOU DON'T HAVE DYSLEXIA ANON!" 


>Be Anon
>Just sat through your second history lesson today
>Twilight just enjoyed exerting her power over you
>Now you had to go to bed with no dessert, practically a pony rights violation
>No, human. Human.
>Hug your blanket tighter and fall asleep
>At least tomorrow was the weekend

>Be Anon
>Wake up at about 11
>Mope your way downstairs, eventually noticing Twilight making
>"There you are Anon, I need to talk to you."
>ohshitwhatdidIdonow.jpeg
>"I have a party I have to go to tonight, very formal, you'd hate it. So I've got a foalsitter coming at six." 

>Be Anon
>You heard someone at the door, and Twilight answering, but you didn't bother to look. You were too busy playing with your fire t̶r̶u̶c̶k̶ carriage
>"...And her bedtime is nine, assuming she behaves herself. She likes grilled cheese and plays board games, typically with VASTLY different rules. The collar prevents seizures; if it goes off, just don't do anything, that means it's working. Well, unless she hurts herself in an indirect way unrelated to the collar, such as falling off a counter. I'll be back at ten."
>You hear an adolescent-sounding mare answer back
>"Don't worry Miss Sparkle, I'm sure we'll have a great time! Go enjoy yourself, I've got things under control here."
>"Goodbye, Anon!" 
>You turn and see Twilight waving goodbye; you make a small wave back. You felt just a TINY bit sad to see her go
>"And Anon? Please be nicer than you were to Fluttershy."
"It's not MY fault her mac n' cheese tastes weird!"
>You turn back to your firecarriage and hear the door shut close. Your foalsitter eventually rested in front of you, her yellow coat and wings contrasting nicely against her pink mane, which desperately needed a haircut.
>"Hello Anon, I'm Parasol.". Giving you that condescending smile children always see. How old was she, like 17? YOU should be watching HER. Damn age regression.
"Like an umbrella?" you ask flatly. You weren't here to make friends. Even though this was the Friendship Castle.
>"Um, well, yes."
"Don't Pegasi control the weather? Why should you be named after something designed to negate your purpose in life?"
>...
>"Do you want to play a game?" 


>Be Parasol
>It's been an... interesting evening
>"...and I fire my McMissile™ at Park Place, destroying your hotel."
"... is that because I broke the... en-ay-pi?"
>"Yep!" She just knocks over the plastic figure on your last remaining property
>She had also 'freed the banks from Das Juden' and was now emptying their coffers into her wallet
"Wow Anon! You won!"
>She's hiding a smile while you pack up the Monopony box

>You set out a glass of chocolate milk for Anon while you grill her sandwich
>She had been VERY specific on not giving her regular milk.
>After only a few moments you hear a *clunk* and an 'Oops'
>Turn around and see a puddle of chocolate milk
"It's okay Anon, we all make mistakes". You managed to quickly wipe up the mess and replace the cup before the grilled cheese burnt
>Place it on a plate in front of Anon
>"You cut it wrong."
"I'm sorry?"
>"You cut it wrong. I can't eat it now." She pushes the plate away from herself
"...How do you like it cut?"
>"Diagonally."
>You take a knife and carefully cut the sandwich from one corner to another
"Is this better?"
>"No. I want a new one." 

>15 minutes later
>You had finished her third sandwich (too little cheese on the second one) and cleaned up a third chocolate milk spill
>You pour another glass of chocolate milk into a sippy cup, not questioning why Twilight even had one
>Anon just stares at it, almost confused by the lid's presence
>"I want my Choccy milk in a big-filly cup."
"Well, maybe when you stop spilling your drink you can have one"
>For a moment you thought she was about to throw a hissy fit
>She just accepted it and started drinking from the sippy cup

>30 minutes later
>Anon had bathed herself quietly and without incident
>So you set her in bed and left to check all the doors
>"Parasol?"
>Sweet Celestia, if she complained about you tucking her in worng, you'd-
>"Can you read me a story?"
"Sure thing. What do you like?"
>She pulled out a thick book from under the covers
"The Three Kingdoms? Some ponies at my school read this, are you sure-"
>She just nods her head. "I'm at Chapter 22." 


>Be Twilight
>Finally got out of that party, what a bore
>Just socializing with rich ponies, why were you even there? You just made friends and blasted whatever villain attacking and/or subverting Equestria this s̶e̶a̶s̶o̶n̶ year
>Plus the party food wasn't doing any good for your figure
>Unlock the door, see Parasol cleaning some dishes
>Why had they used five cups?
"Don't worry Parasol, I'll take care of those."
>"Oh! Miss Twilight! I just finished, actually."
"I'm afraid to ask, but... how was Anon?"
>"Well, she needed three grilled cheese sandwiches after I messed up the first two, and she spilled three cups of milk, but aside from that she was fine." she pauses. "Do you know what an 'en-ay-pi' is?"
>...
"You played Monopony, didn't you?"

>You walked (or rather flew) Parasol home and handed her a bag of bits, filled with a very generous wage for a foalsitter
>"If you ever need to get out of the house again, my schedule is pretty open."
"Of course, thank you again for helping on such notice."
>You'd probably hire her again in the future
>Good, the walk to her house was shorter than the one to Fluttershy's, and she didn't screw up the potions UNLIKE SOME PONIES

>You pop your head into Anon's room, watching the covers rise and fall with her little snores, hugging her blankie tight
>You'd call her a sleeping angel, but she acted rather demonic at times 

>Be Anon
>Getting dressed for some party that night
>Jesus, do any of these people ever work?`
>It was the same dress from your visit to the Crystal Empire
>There was a meth joke there, you knew it
>"Anoooon, we have to leave soon"
>Finish brushing your mane and head downstairs
>"D'aaaaw" Twilight got a new dress, why couldn't you? Cheapskate.
"I refuse to enjoy this."
>"Of course you do, now hurry. I don't want to be late for the Sun Celebration"
>Pathetic ponies, they still worship the sun like savages, instead of the One True God.
>PonyChristChan.png 

"So who's going to be there again? You boss or something?"
>"Well, Princesses Celestia, obviously, and Luna will be there."
"Can't I just stay home? I promise to be good to Umbrella or whatever her name is."
>"No, Anon. You need to get out more, and my friends could always use an extra worker."
>Free labor, that's basically communism. Quit working with Comrade Glimmer, Purple.
>"There'll be food and music there, you'll love it."
"Can they play metal? What about /v/ soundtracks, Uematsu is-"
>"Anon, I don't know what half of those words are, so I'm just gonna say no."
>Pfft, if you can even CALL that music.
>And the food probably wouldn't include pancakes, ice cream, mac n' cheese, cake, pizza, or grilled cheese, so you'd have to complain louder than usual
>"And don't embarrass me.". She emphasized the point by poking you with her hoof.
>You hadn't thought of doing that until now. 

>Be Twilight
>The town plaza looked nice, banners and balloons everywhere; they had really outdone themselves this year
>Assortment of cakes, fruits and veggies, some cider, even an open bar run by Berry Punch

"Applejack!"
>"Well hello there Twilight!"
"Oh how are you, it's been so long!". This wasn't just chatter; you hadn't seen her in a while.
>"Pretty good o'erall. The town bought quite a bit of cider for this festival."
"I can see, I'm glad the farm's doing well."
>" 'Cept for our barn, Big Mac figures there's some sort of leak. Found a barrel of our fermented cider mostly-empty, with its spout just broken off. We figure the wood was rotted by moisture and the nozzle just broke off."
"Well, I'm sure you'll have that fixed in no time."
>"Ah hope so. It's good to see ya, but ah've gotta go move some more wagons." 

>Be Anon
>Just drifting behind Twilight, hoping nopo- nobody sees you in this dress
>Oh look, two more überpöne see the pair of you
>"So good to see you, how's Glimmer doing, blah blah blah."
>"Oh! And this is Anon, I don't think you've met her yet."
>The white one extends a hoof, which you shake
>"Hello my little pony, how are you."
"You're the Princesses Twilight always talks about?" The black one has said nothing yet. She's just kinda looking at you, like she knows you from somewhere.
>"Well, yes, I suppose so.". 
"Huh, you don't look like stuck-up pricks to me."
>"ANON!!!!!". Twilight probably snapped a capillary or something, you'd pay for that later
>The black one just laughed
>The white devil just stood flabbergasted
"Can I go eat now?" 

>Be Twilight
>God, why did Anon try to make your life SO DIFFICULT?
>You'd have to do something about her. While you weren't looking, she had wandered away, probably to go screech autisticly at somepony.
"I'm so sorry, she's been acting up, and I've never-"
>"Oh, I know, Twilight. Foals can be quite rebellious. Now, you mentioned she had 'delusions' in your letter, what did you mean by that?"
"Well, she believes she's a bipedal monkey-like creature..." 

>Be Anon
>Drifting through the party, avoiding purple; maybe if she didn't run into you she'd forget about your comment
>You had already tried the cider, no alcohol there
>Apparently they had it at a standing bar, and the mare behind the counter didn't fall for your fake ID.
>So now you just sat in a corner, eating your third slice of cake
>God, sugar must be 40% of these people's diets
>Dentists must make bank here
>See Bon-Bon across the square and manage to avoid her
>If you talked to her now, you wouldn't be able to extort more stuff out of her later, as all the shops were closed
>Mint pony wasn't here, good. If she were, she'd probably throw a bucket of paint at the cosmic goddesses and start rambling about (((Their))) conspiracy
>You still needed one more act of vengeance against Purple, at least for tonight
>Anything to make her look inept, incapable,
>lightbulb.gif

>Stuff yourself to the point where you almost feel like choking
>Fill your mouth with some ketchup
>Lurch over to Twilight, talking to moonbutt
"Twilight..."
>She just sighs. "What is it now Anon?"
"I- I'm"
>"Anon, I don't have time for this right now"
>You take one shaky, carefully planned step forward
>You vomit on the ground next to her, the ketchup adding a blood-looking substance to the bile
>Fall next to the puddle and start sobbing, your crying drawing attention
>Now everypony was looking at you, and by extension, Twilight, their disapproving glares cutting into her 

>Be Twilight
>shitshit.flac
>What to do, what to do? Shit, everypony was watching
>Anon probably planned this, little shit. Well, 50/50.
>You needed to do something, so you nudged her with your hoof, before realizing that made you look retarded
>So you just start rubbing her back, pretending that everypony wasn't silently judging you
>It *kinda* worked, at least now they weren't all looking at you
>God, this was so embarrassing
>Put your muzzle under her torso and slide her down your neck and onto your back, getting a little of the bloodied vomit on yourself
"I'm sorry Luna, we'll have to finish this conversation later, I've got to get Anon home."
>You didn't know what ponies would think of you after this. But hey, you'll always be more popular than that arsonist who burned down the match factory. 

>Be Anon
>Thinking as Twicunt walked you inside
>Even if ponies thought she was a good mother, you had still ruined her night by forcing her home for the entire evening
>She locks the door behind the pair of you and lowers you to the ground
>The two of you just look at each other before she starts
>"Anon, I don't know if tonight was an accident or not, so I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt."

>"You're happier here. I saw your old life, alone in a world of carnivorous savages. I've turned you into a civilized pony as part of a non-degenerate society.
"I don't WANT to be a pony. You can't just screw with people because you think you know better! Turn me back."
>"I can't, we've been over this. I've given you a good life here, because I saw some good in you."
"Well, just leave me alone! Why do you insist on lording over my life??"
>"Because you're a foal, and it's my duty-"
"YOU'RE NOT MY MOM!" 

>Be Twilight
>Oh, Anon was in for it now
>run OrpStrat.exe
"Are you sure about that Anon?"
>"uhh... yes. Definitely yes."
"Alright, I'll see you in the morning to discuss your new arrangements."
>There was work to be done. Thank god you could teleport. 

>Be Anon
>Storm off to your room; shit, what did she mean by 'new arrangements'? Maybe some sort of stipend system?
>That sounded nice, although you'd kinda miss her. She had always been kind to you.
>No, no. She was a controlling, manipulative bitch who just happened to pretend to love you so she could keep up her science experiment.
>You just lie on your bed, staring up at the ceiling until you fell asleep

>You wake up when the floor started shaking. You look around and realize that it wasn't your room that was shaking, but rather a small, confined place.
>A stagecoach
>You look to your right and see Twilight sitting there, not acknowledging you
>The two of you sit there in an awkward silence until the coach comes to a steady stop.
>"Well Anon, here's your new home. If you don't want to live with me, you can stay with the other foals.
>You look outside the window, and see a solitary building. 
>The Manehatten Orphanage. 

>Be Anon
>Waiting to see if Twilight would escort you inside
>"I thought you wanted to be an adult Anon. Or do you want your MOMMY to walk you in?
>You just hop out of the stagecoach, which quickly sped away
>You manage to avoid the dust and consider what to do
>You couldn't report Twilight to FPS or anyone, she had technically handed you off to the system
>Collar was still on; maybe you could wait it out?
>Knowing Purple, it would probably grow with you. And she'd have told everypony about your 'epilepsy' in advance
>You just walk inside, maybe you could think of a better plan later.
>A bored but kind-looking mare sat behind a counter, filing through some paperwork
"Uh, hello?"
>She turns to you, giving her fakest smile."Oh, you must Anon."
"...Yeah." you look at your hooves. Maybe this wouldn't be TOO bad.
>"Well, I promise you'll find it pleasant here. Let me give you a tour."

>Healing Heart took you through the gray-carpeted hallways of the orphanage, giving curt explanations of the rules
>"...And bedtime is a solid 8:30. Have I made myself clear?" she finished strictly
"Yes, ma'am" you answered robotically
>She was cold; not mean, but emotionally distant
>No opportunity for hugs, snuggles, and/or cuddles here
>"Why don't- why don't you go talk with the other children. I have a lot of work to do." Healing Heart said, obviously sick of you
>She turned and left in the direction of the administrative room
>You reached the door to the common room, turning the knob with a hoof
>There were a few card tables with assorted art supplies, a bookshelf that was pathetic in comparison to Twilight's library, and some board games pushed against a wall
>After a moment, you shuffled off towards the corner table, where a group of fillies were playing Monopony

>You kicked at the ground with a hoof, not sure how to start
>Three fillies, of blue, purple, and gray coats, all about your age were playong, talking about god-knows-what 
>You didn't REALLY want to talk to them, or befriend them in any way
>But you had to, you'd need friends in here. 
>You needed SOMEBODY to be friends with, be able to shit on the place with
>Perhaps literally, depending on how the relationship went
>Well, may as well get this over with
"Uh... h-hey guys."
>They turned to you with looks of disgust and annoyance
>"What do YOU want?" Gray asked, her cutie mark that of a cloud
"W-well, I just thought... we... could be friends." you answered, your voice getting quieter and quieter
>The fillies looked at each other and giggled
>"Why would we want to be friends with YOU???" Green asked
"...I'm pretty funny..." you sadly added
"Funny-LOOKING!!" Purple jabbed, the three of them laughing hysterically
>You slouched off, disappointed
>You weren't gonna have any friends here
>Just like your old life
>Well, old-old life


>Be Anon
>Three days in the Manehatten Orphanage had taken their toll.
>You were lonely and miserable
>At least in your old life you could drown out these emotions in vidya, cartoons, and shitposting
>Now you just huddled within the confines of your depressing schedule
>Wake up, go to school, come back to the orphanage, do homework, avoid the other foals until dinner, eat, go to bed early
>You weren't sure what you'd do on the weekend, but you doubted it'd be any better
>You hated this place
>And of course that trio of fillies, and their bevy of insults
>'Oh look, Anon's all alone. Of course she wouldn't socialize, she HATES other ponies. Good luck getting adopted.' Cue forced laughter.
>Yeah, everyone knew that was never gonna happen
>Who the hell would want you?
>"Fucking autist, go kill yourself." the blue one often suggested
>Damn, these kids were mean. 
>The only people who had been this cruel to you in your past were mostly anonymous people online
>Why did the fillies even hate you?
>Maybe because you were extra competition?
>Which made no sense, again, nobody would ever want you
>You COULD tell Healing Heart about this, but that'd just probably make things worse. Whatever punishment she could hand out would just enrage them.

>You just hid in the dormitory with a pencil and paper, trying to play games with yourself. 
>Tic-Tac-Toe was boring without a second player, and oftentimes the Sudoku puzzles would have no solution.
>The dorms were kinda nice, drawings hung up on the walls, happy stuff made by your fellows.
>A lot of work had been put into this place.
>But it still felt like a place, not a home. 

>Dinner was alright, carrot soup and french bread.
>Far from your favorite, but it was well-made and filling.
>Healing Heart was going around, asking how everybody was doing, making sure nobody needed anything. Eventually she reached you.
>"And how was your day, Anon?". 
>You just stare into the soup, avoiding eye contact.
"Okay."
>She gives you an unsatisfying hug. "I know it's rough at first, but I think you'll be happy here. If you ever need anything or want to talk, I'm here for you."
>She moved on to the next foal with similar dialogue. It was kind but impersonal.
>Things were okay here, but you missed your room, the pancakes, even Purple a little bit


>Thankfully, bedtime came early, as tomorrow was a school day.
>You wished you had your blanket- these new sheets just weren't the same. You always slept better with the one at home.
>No. No. The one at the CASTLE.
>Well, it was kinda home
>You rolled over onto your side, pulling the sheets closer
>They were adequate, but you still didn't feel quite warm
>You swore that the rest of the room was warmer. Maybe a draft?
>Why was only YOUR bed cold?
 >You felt like crying, but you were a big fill- guy. Plus it'd just make you look like an easy target for more bullying.
>Maybe you'd feel better in the morning.
>Deep down, you doubted that. 

>Be Twilight
>Five days since you pretended to abandon Anon; long enough for her to feel abandoned, not long enough for her to adapt to her situation or attempt an alternative solution
>She'd probably learned her lesson by now
>Stand outside the orphanage, checking the time on a clock attached to the front of a nearby bank
>Healing Heart should have initiated the meeting in the foyer; you'd discussed this with her before you'd even dropped Anon off
>It was amazing what the promise of a few donations could do
>An excuse about Anon needing to fill out a survey
>After a minute, you enter the building silently, having casted a NullSound barrier
>You had planned this down to your posture
>Anon was focusing on a sheet of paper, filling in some checkboxes
>Stop exactly 2.5 meters away from her.
"Anon?"
>She turns around incredulously, as if she didn't believe it was really you
>She rushes in for a hug, crying just a little bit.
>"I'msorryI'msosorryPleasetakemebackI'llbeagoodfillyIpromise"
"Shhh, shh..." you wave Healing Heart away. "It's okay, I just needed to teach you a lesson. Mama's not gonna let anything happen to you. You know why?"
>"*Sniffle* Because you love me?"
"That's right baby. Let's go home." 

>Sitting on the train to Ponyville
>As Anon loved trains, you chose this option as it would associate a positive experience to your return
>Anon had fallen asleep, never letting go of your leg. She'd occasionally sniff you and smile.
>Good, the scent imprint was still in effect. 

>Be Anon a couple of weeks later
>Sitting out in the plaza, waiting for Diamond Tiara to show up
>Apparently she used to be a bitch
>When that candy shop owner walks toward you. Wait, was she-
>"Hello Anon!" she smiled and sat down next to you."
"Uh, hi."
>"Do you remember me?" Still smiling. It seemed like everyone here had a permanent smile on their face. Except for Pinky's sister, Mog or whatever her name was.
"Your marefriend runs the cult, right?"
>"Well, yes, but she uses different names
"You two back to living together?"
>"Well, yes, we've mended some fences."
>Why the fuck? No way could they be the only lesbians in town. Maybe Minty had some blackmail material. Or she was just REALLY good at the lewd.
>Anon, Lyra's been acting crazier than us-"
>You just point to the novelties shop

>8 minutes later and you were carrying a bundle of fireworks
>"Now, Anon, I really think you could help defuse the situation before it gets out of hand."
"What do you want me to do?"
>"She's going to try to invite you to another meeting, she thinks you can help with some sort of a ritual."
"Their 'historical society' is practicing Satanism now?"
>"...I don't know what that is, but they think it's astronomy. Just don't go, okay?"
"...Of course. I'd hate to be involved in anything questionable." You smirked internally; maybe you could get a bit more free stuff out of this. 

>Be Anon
>Wearing a brown cloak, holding a candle in the darkness
>It wasn't even dark out, like 6:30~ish, but Stargazer INSISTED this was the proper time for divination
>This was astrology, not astronomy. Learn the difference you fuckwits.
>You were standing on the southern tip of a diamond, drawn in red chalk. Lyra was now making a four-point star in white within the diamond.
>On the west and east were Cinder and Stargazer, with the same apparel and candle
"...Why are you doing that? What are the runes for?" you asked Lyra
>"Well, the diamond is symbolic of the four humors that make up the human body. The star is for the four leg-like appendages humans have. We need this to calculate the time and place of The Reunion"
>What had you gotten yourself into? At least Minty had paid you in bits, up front. Mostly because you'd made up more bullshit about Celestia and Luna conspiring to hide the meteor with their cosmic powers. Also, apparently they needed somepony else for the last cardinal point.

>After a couple of minutes of Gregorian chanting, Lyra finally began her witchcraft, shaking something in her hooves
>"Ego sum plena stercore, quare sunt legis huius!"
>She cast out an array of colored stones into the center of her rune, spending a half-minute staring into it
>"Cinder! Get this down! 8-7-859!". The stallion pulls out a scroll and quill and begins writing this date down. "Northern... Fillydelphia! Slightly before sunset!"
>God, they actually believe this isn't a cult?
>At least you could go home now. 

>Be Anon, at your biweekly role-playing (not that kind you sicko) meeting
>Ponyfinder 3rd Edition rules; which was NOTHING like Pathfinder. Oddly enough, there had never been Dungeons and Dragons in this candy-colored utopia, despite the actual existence of dragons. Political correctness at its finest.

>Twilight was the GM, because she loved reading and memorizing books
>Shining Armor was the Paladin, and Cadance was the White Unicorn (Both of them Lawful Good, how SICKENING)
>Of course the White Unicorns fix and heal while the Black Unicorns chimp out and destroy everything
>Discord was a Chaotic Evil Druid (The two of you were competing do be as despicable as possible.)
>You chose to be a Lawful Evil Rogue 
>You had poured everything into the Charisma and Dexterity stats, and the Bluff and Steal skills 
>Your quest was to become the richest thief in the world, jacking off as your teammates did the actual fighting 

"I use Check to detect the beggar's inventory"
>"Well, she holds two bronze pieces in her tin cup."
"I'll take those. And the cup."
>"Anon, no." Twilight lectured in that I-know-better voice
"She should have thought of that before being poor."

>10 minutes later
>You had managed to take every pony's possessions except their virginity (Due to the GM's intervention.)
>"No, I refuse to carry your plunder." Shining insisted. He was the only one with a high enough Str stat to carry all this jewelry
"C'mon it's just to the next town." You didn't mention your plans to steal it back, then sell it again and buy real estate so your pack mule Shiny wouldn't collapse under the weight of 2,000 Silver Necklaces
>"You should have thought of that before stealing them." Cadance quipped with a smug smile on her face. Oh, so she thought she could teach you a lesson, huh?
"Alright, I'd like to take all my possessions and arrange them in a big pile in the middle of the town square."

"Discord, could you do me a favor?"
>"Why, ANYTHING for my ol' buddy. As long as it's not unethical." he answered, putting his hand-things in a praying position with a little halo above his head. 
"Cast Create Bonfire on the pile"

>All the townspeople had to watch as their lives went up in smoke, their precious metals melting into the earth and jewels cracking into worthlessness
>You decided to let the buildings live; it made it more pathetic somehow.
"You know this mean's I'm winning now?" Discord asked, holding a trophy he had conjured from nothing.
>"Don't worry, there's a church in the next town, in which I shall commit unspeakable horrors."
>The non-chaos gods just look at you, wondering how much of this you were roleplaying. 

>Be Anon
>Sitting in a Manehatten "supermarket", although by Earth standards it'd be little more than a small-town grocer
>You sat in the main basket of the wooden shopping cart, squeezed between bread and eggs
>Twilight pretended to be oh-so-ethical with her vegetarianism, but she was still willing to eat unfertilized fetuses
"Faster! Faster!" you said, pointing the way forward
>Twilight stopped at an aisle packed with other ponies and their purchases, forehooves resting on the handlebars of the cart.
>"You stay here, Anon. I'll be right back." She maneuvered between the carts to go pick up some orange juice. 
>You looked over and realized you were by the wines. Leaning over, you grabbed a carton, trying to hide it underneath a bag of what Equestria pretended were potato chips (made with vegetable oil, ofc).
>Ofc she noticed immediately and put it back. "Nice try, little filly."

>By the checkout aisle you noticed a rack of B&W magazine-newspaper hybrids that looked like they came out of the 1930's.
>The most prominent among them was the Equestria Enquirer, on whose front was a low-quality picture of a mildly-surprised Cadance holding the recently-redpilled Flurry. 
>YOU'RE NOT THE FATHER!
>Princess Cadance's SHOCKING secret revealed!
>A subheading at the bottom read: "Celestia's cake addiction; castle maids tell ALL.
>You tug on Twilight's ass-coat and point at the periodical
"I want that."
>She just looks and sighs. "No, Anon, you don't. And don't think a tantrum will get you anything." 

>Be Anon
>A tough climb awaited you, the mountain staring down at you as if challenging you. You screwed your courage to the sticking-place, for atop the peak lay a treasure of unspeakable pleasure
>You scurried atop a chair and reached the counter, but the most difficult battle lay ahead
>You carefully climbed up a series of stairs created by stacks of heavy books pressed against one another. You dared not look down, for the distance would freeze you with fear
>Eventually you reached the summit, beholding the Jar of Infinite Joy
>Reaching forward, you pulled it close to your breast, its cool surface tingling across your chestfluff
>One day yours would be as big as Fluttershy's
>Carefully laying the lid next to the container, you reached inside and plucked a piece of freshly-baked ambrosia from its resting place, stuffing it into your mouth
"Pffft!" You spat out your reward, feeling betrayed. Raisins???? What foul injustice had you committed to earn this punishment?
>No Mountain Dew™ or mint ice cream bars to wash out the revolting taste, so you settled for water, before cleaning up the partially-chewed mess on the kitchen floor, covering the cookie jar with its lid, and returning your climbing gear to their appropriate locations. 

>Be Anon
>Watching Cherilee's a̶s̶s̶ flank in action
>C'mon, turn to the chalkboard already. At least walk around a bit, you wanted to see that flank move.
>How did she not have an (undoubtedly Chad) BF? Did she spend her Fridays at home, eating ice cream and crying at the world's unfairness?
>Her age was pretty ambiguous, but she was probably approaching MILF territory, if not already. You'd better hurry lady, and have pony children before the zebras outbreed us.
>Maybe that was why she was a teacher, so she could pretend you were all her broodlings to fill the gaping hole in her life
>"Alright class, time for art!"

>You held a glue bottle in your mouth, spraying its white cream across the top of a pile of macaroni
>This can't be sanitary, sharing spit-covered appliances with other people
>You began placing the hard pasta across the surface, making a mini-you

>After applying more glue to your magnum opus, you grab one of the glitter jars, whose lid held many holes
>You were gonna use so much glitter, they'd all think you were a faggot
>Cherilee was just frowning at Aryanne's work, a crayon-heavy venture
>"Why don't you try something else." she said, casually taking the paper
>Damn liberal education system, censoring free speech
"What'd you draw?" you whisper to your desk-neighbor.
>"Me poisoning a river while yaks died drinking it"
"Someday, Aryanne. Someday." 

>Be Anon, rushing home from school
>Open the door to the castle, and rush up to the Map Room, bursting in
>Before you, Twilight sat yawning, hovered over a cup of coffee, a plate housing the remains of a daisy sandwich, and an empty 3D map
>Oh sure, SHE could have coffee, but you were only allowed hot chocolate. 
"M- ...Twilight! Twilight!"
>She snapped up at that. "Wha- is the house on fire???"
"No, no. Look!" you said, waving your masterpiece before her "Look at what I made in school today!"
>She picked up the white construction and held it close to her face, trying to wipe away her grogginess. "Oh, it's LOVELY Anon... but what is it?"
"That's me!" You point to the macaroni figure coated in green glitter 
>She looks down at the paper and smiles. "And the big purple one is me?"
"Yep!" you nod your head up and down, eyes closed.
>"Aww, that's sweet Anon. I'll hang it up right now." She managed to drag herself downstairs and tape your 30 minutes of work up on a cabinet "I love it Anon... *yawn* I really do."
"Hey, Twi? Is it okay if I go play with a friend, and have a sleepover afterward?"
>"Hmm? Oh, sure. Just be back before sundown... and don't bring ALL of the Crusaders, just one." She headed back upstairs without asking for any specifics; perfect.
>You grabbed a couple of things and headed your way to the meeting place outside of town.
>Aryanne eventually met you, dragging behind her a bucket of black paint and one of those brushes used to paint walls
"You got all the stuff?"
>"Ja, mein freund."
>You sling your forehoof over her neck
"Then we are in for a VERY productive night." 

>Be Aryanne
>Following Anon through the Everfree, guiding you with her map
"Are you sure she isn't home?". You didn't want to run into a subpony w/o any adults watching you
>"Relax, she's gone around now. Twilight runs into her in town, and she ALWAYS strikes a conversation which lasts for like 5 minutes. The rhyming doesn't help."
"How long until she is back?"
>"We probably have an hour-long window. Let's make the most of it"
>You climb up on the rock with Anon and see a glorified hut in the middle of the forest. Zebras couldn't even invent floor-based construction. How pathetic.
>"C'mon, let's get the stuff out."
>You pull out the bucket and brush you had brought along. Anon had brought a bottle of... was that pee?
"How about wir start with the basics? I will paint the door, you use your... peepee to sully her home."
>Anon just took her bottle of pee and ran inside, undoubtedly spraying as much stuff as possible with it.
>You began painting her door, an image of a strong traditional pony family lording above pathetic zebras stealing and looting
>It was kinda hard with only black
>Anon comes out with an empty bottle.
>"I poured it all in this cauldron in the middle of the room; I'm sure it was important."
"Erm... why do you use your pee like that?"
>She scratches her chin. "It's a message; these savages are only equal to our excrement."
"Zat makes sense. Do you want more?" you ask, holding you hoof out.
>Anon hands you the bottle, pointing to a bush

>You slowly release a stream of piss into the bottle, relief washing your face
>You knew Anon was watching; what a good friend she was, making sure you were safe.

>You rush into Zecora's hut and add your pee into the central cauldron, it having no effect in regards to color or smell.
>You walk outside and see Anon had added a subtitle under your drawing
>"HORSENIGGERS GET OUT". You weren't sure what that first word was, but the message was clear.
>The two of you giggle off and run, leaving no trace 

>Be Anon
>After walking through many shops and talking to employees and customers (to create an alibi), the two of you head home.
>The two of you now sat in your room, poring over a map on your floor
"Yakistan is our first target, but we can't open an offensive against the Griffons until we've secured the northern front."
>"Vat about them?" Aryanne asked, pointing to the far-eastern portion of the map
"The Neighponese are honorary Equis. They might actually help us."
>She nods. "So what can we do now?"
"Practice for war."

>You stood atop the mound, weapon held at your side.
"It's over Aryanne, I have the high ground!"
>"You underestimate my pillow!" She lunged at you, which you avoided by jumping off your bed.
>The two of you began vicious hand-to-hand combat, thine faces suffering much pillowy punishment
>Twilight peered through the door, making sure you weren't having a 'seizure'. She was visibly relieved that the runes on your collar were not lighting up
>"Girls, it's time for be-" her face dropped slightly oncemore. "Oh. Hello, Aryanne."
>"Hello Miss Sparkle!" the two of you were still giggling from your bloody duel
>"Well, get some sleep, it's already late. I'm heading to bed."
"Okay, Twilight, we'll settle down."

>The two of you sat on sleeping bags on your floor, still chatting away with a candle
"I like your cutie mark."
>Oh, thanks. I was told the middle part, the swastika, was a Neighponese symbol for prosperity, and the heart is love, obviously. What's yours, the question mark?"
"It's anonymity, it resembles free speech."
>...
>"...I'm glad we're friends."
"Me too."
>...
>"Should we sleep?"
"I'm not tired. I'm not tired one bit!"
>"Me neither!"

>5 minutes later
>The two of you were asleep, holding each other's hooves 


>Be Anon
>Twilight was going to take you to get ice cream, although the route she was taking was rather circuitous
>You see Zecora walking out of City Hall in a tizzy, undoubtedly angry at your shenanigans
>She got the message, now go back to Africa
>Thankfully she didn't stop to talk to you or Twilight, Purple might've put two and two together. But your alibi was rock-solid.
>"I just want to say how happy I am at how well-behaved you've been recently. You're making me proud."
>You just look down at the earth; you didn't want her to see you blushing, or maybe just a LITTLE bit of guilt in your eyes
"Y-you too thanks."
>"I hope you keep it up, my little filly." she stops, and you look up, expecting to see the Canter Creamery
>Instead a hanging sign with a tooth painted on a light-blue background greets you
"Hey, this isn't-"
>Twilight pushes you inside and slams the door behind you 

>Another day in the life of Twilight
>God, why did Anon have to make everything so DIFFICULT?
"Anon, just calm down..."
>"REE! REE!" she screeched out, scratching against the door futilely
>You pick her up in your magic, holding her in a waiting-room chair while you went to talk to the receptionist
"Yes, I have an appointment for a Twilight Sparkle?"

>You sit down against the now-silent Anon and leaf through the magazines
>Greeeeat, the Equestia Enquirer
PHOTO FINISH'S SECRET PORNO RING
Bighoof spotted in Chineigh!
>You'd just skip that one, as much as you wanted to ironically read it.
Highlights for Foals
"Look, you'll like this one! See, here's a quill!" 

>Be Anon
>Pfft, that Gallop was a total goody two-hooves. Goofoal had the right idea.
>You had given up on finding the fifth difference between the two pictures.
>Also the fourth and third ones.
>"Anon?" the receptionist called
"Uh, she had to go to a wedding."
>Twilight nudges you forward. "C'mon Anon, it'll be fine."

>The dentist was a blue-coated mare, her white-and-blue mane matching her tail; which did NOTHING to hide her flat ass.
>"Hello, I'm Doctor Colgate". Why wasn't her mane red, now she only looked like 2/3rd of a tube of toothpaste "It's nice to meet you Anon. Now, it's normal for you to be frightened. I'm just gonna explain the procedure..."

>"...see, it isn't scary at all." You weren't paying attention, just wondering how advanced oral science was in Horselandia. Everyone here had decent teeth, but then again you practically never saw 'em. Also, was there a stock market? Living with a princess might be a prime method of insider trading.
>"Now we're going to give you this blue potion to help you sleep, ok sweetie? When you wake up it'll all be over." Colgate handed the beaker over to Twilight, who tilted your head back and poured its contents into your mouth.
>Like all dental solutions, it had a sharp minty taste. 
>"Do you want me to hold your hoof?" Twilight asked, looking hopeful
"Pfft, I'm a big filly. I don't need your help" you cross your hooves as her face fell a bit. You didn't care, this wasn't scary at all. Nope, not all.
"... ...But if you really want to, I GUESS I can let you."
>Your vision started darkening, and the last thing you remembered was Twilight smiling at you
>Wait, wasn't there a Seinfeld skit about this- 

>Be Twilight
>You'd promised you'd be there for Anon when she woke up, but you had to argue with the receptionist
"This deductible is WRONG! I have the Royal Insurance Package, I demand you redact this bill-"
>"Miss, I just schedule appointments. You''ll have to file a complaint to the insurer-"
"I just want to yell at somepony!"

>Colgate and Anon walked into the lobby, the latter walking a little wobbly. Great, she was gonna be up all night.
>"I didn't have any cavities!" Anon beamed. Was that another one of her made-up words, like "Zanarkand" or "democracy"?
>Colgate turns to you. "I was hoping you could elaborate, what's a cavity?"
"... I dunno. Anon, could you explain what that word means?"
>"What?? Your guys' diets are like 40% sugar! The hell kind of dentist are you??"
>Colgate got just a little bit pissy at that. "Well, I had a very extensive 12-week education at Unaccredited University, in the Discount Dentistry Department, and that wasn't in any of the off-brand textbooks I borrowed from my roommate."
>Maybe you should get a new dentist.
>But you'd read multiple books on tooth care, and nopony had mentioned cavities. Maybe it was just a human thing. 

>Be Anon
>Twilight had dragging you along while she did more errands, rather than letting you just kill yourself
>You were nearly slapped when you made this joke; thank god you had been in public
>Now she was gonna keep a closer eye on you, like the humorless bitch she was 
>She was doing it because she cared, but still
>You were reading a comic book of yours she had 'conveniently' remembered to bring
>Purple had also recently confiscated the health textbook you had borrowed from her library; She'd figured out that you stared at the lewd diagrams, rather than read the deep explanations of the endocrine system
>"Just a couple more stops Anon, then we can get your ice cream."

>You'd just finished your four-scoop sundae, after complaining about the minimal amounts of whipped cream until you got what you wanted. Twilight glared at you a bit but decided to let it slide. 
>"You were a brave little filly today.". She was undoubtedly trying to trick you into thinking you were a filly, undoubtedly using some psycho- wait, did she know you were gonna think that? What if she planned on it and was playing 4D mindgames; if she knew that you knew, she could know what you'd know, then react to what she'd know what you'd do, drawing you into her trap. 
>She was truly a master of manipulation.
"No I wasn't, I was drugged out of consciousness"
>"Maybe I should try that more often." Quit giggling purple, that sounds kinda rape-y.
"I don't need my teeth cleaned, I'm already perfect in every way. Besides, (((They))) invented dentistry so that we'd have to pay dental insurance. In conclusion, I'm hate it and you're not tricking me into another glorified vet visit."
>"Well, I hope you do better at your doctor's appointment next week!" she laughed
>wut.png
>Wait, she was kidding, right? You hoped so. 

>Be Twilight, in the Map Room
>Looking over your previous findings on Anon, almost all of it bad.

14/2/854
Anon drew a sad frog
Depression???
Frog is sad because nopony loves him; Abandonment issues?
Frog doesn't have enough food
Malnourishment? Anon seems skinny
Note: Go to doctor, get BMI check 
Humans worshiped a Chaos Deity, likely Discord


14/3/854
Likes pancakes; obsessed with circular objects?
Anon had a poor relationship with caregivers; reaction to comfort, physical contact ranges from positive to extremely negative. Possible attachment disorder?
Definitely autistic

>You both loved and hated doing this. The allure of paperwork and data, but the knowledge that your foal was hurting.
>But it was time to add new data


15/5/854
Anon casually mentioned committing suicide; recent change or long-term illness?
Cavorting with Aryanne filly, possible bad influence. Possibly related to her antisocial tendencies
Enjoys being evil in fictitious games; schizophrenic disorder???
Hates the dentist, may have a history of painful surgery or cruel doctors

>You could find a way to turn these developments to your advantage.
>Either way, she definitely needed you, and you'd be there for her. You just needed to make her WANT it.

Plan: More hugging/kissing/cuddling, talking about feelings, psychiatrist visits (with a one-way mirror), possibly Op FB-DS 

>Be Anon
>Helping Glimmer with a 'friendship problem' in Canterlot, which you were having a hard time locating, just wandering the streets and looking for clues
"Are we there yet?" 
>"For the fourth time, NO. I'm just having a hard time finding any problems. I hope I'm the right pony, Map's been acting weird."
"Why do I have to be here?"
>"Because I thought we could get to know each other. What do you like Anon?"
>Great, another interrogation.
"...I like reading."
>"Haha, Twilight will do that to you. Anything else?"
"I like my friend."
>"You only have ONE friend?" Starlight seemed flabbergasted, but she had six just GIVEN to her, ungrateful bitch
"I'm different from other fillies, they don't get me.". Fucking horsenigger-lovers.
>The two of you walked in silence for a couple of streets.
>"Anon, do you feel sad a lot?"
>Oh, Purple put her up to this. You were the real 'problem' all along. How dumb did they think you were?? Well, you did enjoy screwing with everybody.
"...sometimes."
>"What makes you sad Anon?" she asked, both of you trying to seem neutral
"W-well, Twilight's always gone, and when she's there she's always so MEAN, telling me how bad I am."
>"I'm sorry, but maybe you should talk to her about this?"
"She doesn't want to talk to me when I ask, just when SHE wants to." Man, this was too easy.
>"Anything else?" She thought you couldn't see her making notes behind her barrel.

>"Maybe you should try being more social. To make more friends, that is."
"That didn't exactly work for you."
>"...How so?"
"Didn't you spam time travel hax just to screw over your 'new friends'? You basically got them for free after trying to ruin their lives"
>"Well...I... I'm a changed pony. I understand my mistakes, and they forgave me, which only a friend would."
"I mean, maybe they're just doing this to keep an eye on you, like with Discord. How do you know you can trust them, maybe they've been lying to you this whole time." 
>She was awfully quiet after that. 

>Be Twilight
>Rain pouring, winds roaring, lightning flashing, thunder crashing
>You knew tonight would be like this, a dark and dismal evening. Not that you had messed with the weather schedule or anything, no siree.
>You had a fire in the fireplace (with a sofa sitting nearby), water boiling on the stove, and Anon playing with custom toys you had ordered with her very specific designs. She referred to them as 'Hot Wheels', making vigorous "vroom-vroom" noises while she played.
>You walked over and finished the cocoa
>"Where's the marshmallows? I wa-"
"One second Anon, I'll get them right away!" You also added some whipped cream and ground cinnamon, foals loved the stuff
>You pulled open a latch, and a window swung open, blasting cold air; Anon began visibly shivering.
>You carried the mugs in you magic while you closed the window manually, taking a few extra seconds to let the chill set in.
"Come here Anon, sit on the couch with Mama."
>For once she came quietly, glad to obey
>You laid down on the couch, pulling Anon's body next to yours and handing her cocoa into her undersized hooves. She held the cup up, and, leaning it backwards, began drinking it with little gulps
>You covered her with your wings, Anon cuddling into them like a blanket. You made small up-and-down movements back, the slow rhythm soothing her. 

"Did you get enough?"
>She nodded her little head at that. The two of you sat there for several minutes, enjoying the warmth of the fire and each other's company.
"Let me tell you a story Anon."
>"O-okay."
"Once upon a time, there was a princess who lived in a castle. She had a lot of friends, great parents, and a loving brother. But she had a hole in her life that took a long time for her to realize." Anon's eyes were drooping, her tongue lazily licking her bottom lip. "She wanted a foal. But recent... changes in her biology made her infertile. She decided to go looking for somepony else's child, and before long found one who was very sad. So she decided to invite the foal into her life, and the two lived happily ever after... eventually."
>At this point, Anon was practically asleep
"I love you Anon."
>As her eyes slowly closed, you kissed Anon on the forehead, and pulled her tighter against your barrel.
>THESE were the moments you lived for. 

>Be Anon
>The Cakes had some big order to fill, so Twilight volunteered your services as a temp
>St least you were getting paid, the work primarily involved frosting the tops of cupcakes. They didn't trust you with an oven, but they worded it nicely. "Grown-ups only".
>Tbf you spent about 30% of your time 'quality-checking' the frosting
>Pinkie Parkinson's head popped in through a door, and in a flash she was just a liiiitle to close for comfort 
"Aren't you supposed to be helping?" You didn't look up from your work, you were tying to make the flowers subtly loo like penises. 
>"Say, new friend, I need to throw you a party!"
"Uh, I don't like parties, can't I just-"
>"Nope!" she pulled a pad and pen from seemingly nowhere. "Now, what do you want?"
"Uh, five people max, a small cake, just quiet."
>"Okay frienderino, I'll add this to your file!"
"You have files? On everybody?"
>"Mm-hmm!" she nodded her head like her spine was broken.
>"Can I see them? I want to, uh, throw a party for Twilight."
>"Sure! But I'm gonna help, it's my-"
"No, no, this is a personal thing, just between us."
>"Okie-Doki!" she pranced off, practically jumping. What an autist, and that was coming from YOU.
>Let's see, what was in here... mostly shit about balloons and frosting. Was any of this gonna be usef-
>-Afraid of Cheese Quesadillas
>Perfect. 

>Be Twilight
>Modifying the map oncemore
>You still hadn't fixed it, but the problem seemed to be a degraded enchantment in the base layer.
>And the extra 'enhancements' were coming along nicely
>You'd order dinner and spend quality bonding time with Anon, trying to compliment her as much as possible. You'd be the nicest mom EVER.
>God, you hated cooking. Mostly because you sucked at it.
>You were halfway across the foyer and to the door before you noticed Anon, sitting at the stove and wearing a little chef hat.
"Anon? You're not supposed to play with the stove sweetie."
>"I- I made us dinner."
"Aw, that's wonderful Nonny. I love it, let's eat it right now."
>You shuffled over next to her, pride blooming your chest. She was finally applying herself. Anon was flipping a little pan and grilling a-
>Oh no. Oh no oh no please.
>She cut the tortilla into six slices with a pizza slicer, and gave you an equal portion on an oversized plate. Some sour cream and salsa rested on the table, prepared for your arrival.
>You took the plate and sat down, drenching its contents in sour cream, hoping you could drown out the cheesiness. Anon stood up against the table with her forehooves, watching and undoubtedly waiting for your approval 
>You grabbed one of three slices and forced the triangle down, your left eye twitching and body shuddering.
>"...You don't like it, do you?"
"No, Nonny-"
>It's okay, I didn't really want to be a chef anyway." she said looking down, tossing her little hat in a nearby bin.
>You rapidly shoved the rest of the cream-drenched quesadilla down your throat, trying to blot out the experience
"Oh my, that was soooo good, that's the best food I've had in weeks."
>Anon seemed a little happier after that. "...do you want another?"
"Oh no, I'm far too full. Why don't you go eat your half?"
>She scampered off to eat the fruits of her labor while you tried to forget the experience. 



>Be Anon
>Sitting in a doctor's office
>Master Mind, P.h.D. in psychology
>"Anon, why don't you go pick a doll?"
"I don't want to. Don't you have an old VHS player or something, like at my old psyche center?
>That's odd, purple usually played her own mindgames, now she was paying someone else to try. Maybe she had given up.


>A door opens and a patient is wheeled out
>It was Lyra, dark rings forming around her eyes due to lack of sleep, speaking near-incoherently. Shit. If Twilight learned about the meetings, she'd spank you so hard-
>"Hey, hey friend." she starts, her head focusing on you. Twilight placed her hoof between her foal and the lunatic protectively. "The state's trying to shut us down, I said this would happen. They think I'm crazy, but that's because I know the truth. Humans are real, and they're coming soon!" 
>"Don't worry Miss Bon-Bon, we'll give Lyra the help she needs.".
>"C'mon honey, let's get home safe." Bob-bon started pushing her out double-doors 
>"Yes! Safe! We have tinfoil, we-" The doors swung shut, muffling the last of that sentence.

>"Miss Sparkle and child?" 

>Be Anon
>Sitting on the floor in front of some jerk with a pair of glasses and a clipboard. The canary coat pale-blue mane made him look like a faggot, much like almost every other pony.
>There was a large mirror on your left, 95% chance it was a one-way and Twilight was watching from behind it
>A few random toys were scattered against the walls haphazardly, a table with paper and crayons in one corner
>"Hello Anon, I'm Armchair. I'm your new friend."
>Bullshit, you were here for a big fat check. You would do the same, of course, but still.
>Hey, he was a psychologist, maybe you could quietly pass information on your capture, get-
>The collar woke up and started shocking you to your core, and you fell on your back, your little legs twitching a bit.
>Armchair didn't move, undoubtedly told about your 'condition'. Maybe he knew everything, and was in on the twisted science experiment
>"I want you to pick a toy."
>You knew a little bit of psychology reading some posts on /sci/
>You walked over over and pulled out a bin of painted wooden blocks
>He wrote something down
>You were going to play along and make Purple stew in her own guilt 
>You stood afore your grand creation, a castle about two feet tall at its peak, and three feet across.
>Now you were being interrogated, as planned
>"Who's this pony in front?"
"That's me"
>"Hmm. Are you the only pony in this castle?"
"Mmhmm."
>"What else is there in the castle?"
"There's a kitchen over there" you point to a corner on the first floor of your 'castle' "but we never use it."
>More scribbling
You point to a small box with an opening on one side. "That's the dungeon"
>Armchair wrote something else on his clipboard. "And, uh, who goes to the dungeon?"
"...bad fillies."
>"...are you a bad filly?"
"Yes." you sniffle a bit for dramatic effect "...sometimes."
>Armchair points to a large barrier you had constructed around the castle. "What's this?"
"It's a wall, to make Equestria great again."
>He just looks a tad confused.
"It makes me safe."
>"...Do you feel unsafe, very often?"
>You just nod your head 


>Be Twilight
>Watching Anon through the 'mirror'
>SheDidntSuspectAThing.exe
>You listened to her explanation of the castle, undoubtedly fashioned after your Friendship castle.
>Maybe locking her in the dungeon for a night wasn't a good idea.
>No, no, you did it for her own good. Once she settled down she'd be much happier with you than her former existence
>Armchair came in through a door on your left, while Anon sat patiently in the therapy room.
"What's the prognosis?"
>He handed you a copy of his notes. You skimmed them quickly, planning on deeper research later.
>"Short answer? Anon seems to have negative attachments to her home. If you read through my notes, you'll notice of loneliness and lack of self-esteem derived from this. Additionally, she feels unsafe, trying to erect barriers to protect herself- it's my belief that she's trying to do this mentally as well."
"What can I- or we- do at the moment?"
>"Well, Miss Twilight, not much can be gleaned from a single visit. You should definitely bring her back in a couple of weeks. For now, I'd say try to create a more positive home atmosphere. You'll probably know exactly what to do than I- and from what I've heard, you're pretty smart." he smiled a bit at that.
>You look back out at Anon, her dejected posture breaking your heart.
>I'll make you happy Anon. I promise. 

>Be Anon, in a vicious struggle between the earth and heavens, locked between gravity and thrust
"Weeeee!"
>Twilight let you fall oncemore before swinging you up above her head
>A couple more passes and a lungful of giggling, and she set you down on the ground
"Again! Again!"
>"No Anon, I'm too tired for more upsies."
>You hop on her back and begin bouncing up and down to send the message
>"Alright, alright, Anon."
>You stand in front of her in a pouncing position, ready to go airborne
>"I'm too tired... but I know someone who isn't." Wait, this wasn't-
>"The Tickle Monster!" Purple tackles you and begins ticking your underbelly while your legs flail about in the merciless onslaught
>"St-stop! Haha! I do not consen-""
>She pushes her face into your tummy and begins blowing. Oddly enough, raspberries still worked despite the presence of fur.
>"I give up! I give up!" you manage to get out, giggling all the while.
You lean against her supine body, catching your breath. 

>Be Anon
>Working on a class project with Sweetie Belle
>She was doing 90% of the work while you did 'research' reading the textbook. You stared at the pages blankly, trying to think of more ways to screw with Purple. 
>She had one of the glossy posterboards, using a quill like a chump. If Twilight saw this she'd go into conniptions, inevitably fixing it.
>Cherilee was going around the classroom, checking over everybody's projects, eventually reaching you two.
>"How are you doing, girls?" Cherilee asked, smiling.
>didyoujustassumemygender.docx
>"Uh, we need some markers from the top shelf." Sweetie Belle answered
>She leaned against the cupboard and opened the door. GOD, you loved that flank.
>"Oh Sweetie Belle, markers are in the BOTTOM cupboard."
>Speaking of bottoms, she crouched on her forehooves, her thicc ass raised in the air.
>"Here you go, you two."

>Sweetie had finished the posterboard, a mediocre job at best. "Have you found anything else Anon?"
>Shit, what was the project about anyway?
"Uh... nope, but plenty of citations."
>"...What's a citation?"
"...sources, y'know, like evidence."
>She just tuned away, assuming you had been helpful. "Well, I'm pretty sure we're done. Let's just sign it and throw it on the pile."
>In a corner of the room sat a stack of similar posterboards, with half the class being finished already. Cherilee would grade them over the weekend. Was she being paid overtime?
>She'd probably respond with 'Seeing your smiles is the real compensation' or something like that. 

>Be Anon
>Sitting in Canterlot Castle in the Throne Room, standing by the door per Twilight's instruction
>You would steal so much stuff if you had any way of hiding it
>You could hear Purple and the white demigods having a discussion which you couldn't hear, lots of whispering and the occasional glance
>She was a manlet by comparison
>Eventually the whispering stops and the duo come to you, Twilight speaking first.
>"Okay Anon, I have to go someplace else." Hopefully she would die on the way to her home planet. "Your aunties are going to watch you this afternoon. Around sunset Grandad and Grandma will come pick you up, okay?"
"Can't I just supervise myself? I used to be-" At that point the collar kicked in, shocking you until you writhed on your back.
>The two mares sat close, Twilight running her hoof through your mane when you stopped spasming
>"...Be more careful, Anon. I don't want you having another SEIZURE." Her voice sounded kind, but you could hear the small tinge of venom in the words
>"Don't worry, Anon and I will have a most wonderous afternoon." Celestia reassured her.

>"No Anon, you can't touch THAT vase either. It's from the Mane dynasty-"
>'CRASH!'
>"What did I just-"
"Huh? I didn't do it, must be a breeze in here."
>"*Sigh* I'll call a maid, but next time you'll be in BIG trouble."
>Oh no, they'll send you to time-out. Boo-hoo.
>Celestia had been giving you a tour through the castle, the early afternoon sun shining off the armor your two armed escorts
>Like they would be any help, probably just there for Celestia's reverse-harem. Where was the 1000-year-old colt, or the bitchy guard?
>Speaking of bitches...
"Where's the black one?"
>"Huh?"
"Your sister, Mirana."
>"Mir- what? You mean Lulu? She's sleeping right now, she's up during the night."
"Can't she watch ponies' dreams?"
>"Of course, she keeps everypony safe."
"Isn't that an invasion of privacy?"
>"...Let's keep walking." 

>Be Anon
>Sunbutt had finally gotten sick of your shit, 'accidentally' locking you outside.
>You had just been roaming around, trying to get a guard fired by tempting them with your filly sexual. So far none of them had done more than scowl at your shaking. The sun was coming down, where were-
>"Oh, Anon, there you are!". Grandma's voice echoed behind you. Not that you thought of her as your grandmother, it was just easier than 'Twilight Velvet.'. Yep, that was it.
>But seriously, what was with these two-word names?
>She came in for a hug, which you permitted. "We've been looking all over for you, Celestia said you were supposed to stay by the front door."
"I got lost."
>A look of confusion crossed her face, a common expression from those who dared converse with you. "You got... you got lost when you were standing still?"
"I'm not very smart."
>"Oh, don't say that." She waved her hoof dismissively.
"Where's Grandpa?" That guy was loaded, and you needed a new scarf. The last one had an unfortunate incident with a hand-cranked paper shredder.
>"He's taking Twilight out to a fancy dinner. Which means we get to spend the night together!"
>yay.png.
"I'll only eat at establishments with a playplace and well-reviewed kid's meals." 



(Alternate Ending 2)
>You were walking down a dark corridor, its exit seemingly 20 feet away, but perpetually out of reach, no matter how far you walked. It was the same behind you, so you sat down on your haunches, leaning against a stone wall..
>A black figure descended next to you, sitting against the wall to your left
>She was Moonbutt, but you weren't sure if you'd ever talked to her before.
"This is a dream, right?"
>"Yes, young one. And one of your more... normal ones."
"You've been spying on me?"
>"I've been watching over my little ponies for years now, Anon. But yours are very... unusual for a filly. Many tend to be sexual, sometimes with two-legged creatures."
"Fuck off Big Brother." You can feel your collar warming up, and you tried to avoid thinking about people.
>She came closer, wrapping a wing around you and looking you in the face with a solemn smile. "I want to know if everything's okay, Is anypony... touching you?"
>For a moment you tried to tell her, but the collar immediately shocked you down; you couldn't even escape it in your dreams
"Gah! Fuck, I can't escape it even here."
>" 'Tis a dream, Anon. If thou wishes to remove the collar, you may do so."
>You took a breath, trying your best with no result.
"...Any pointers?"
>"You have to imagine yourself free from its clutches. Imagine yourself without it, rather than directly removing it."
>You'd had the thing on forever, it practically felt like a part of you. But you focused on yourself, and the collar dissipated into smoke.
>"Is there anything thou wishes to tell us?"
"Okay, this is going to sound ridiculous, but please believe me. I'm an adult human from a place called Earth. Twilight summoned me or something, and is now holding me against my will-" 


>Be Anon, two weeks after spilling your guts
>You had been immediately separated from Twilight by the Alicorn sisters; despite much protesting from Purple. You were pretty sure she was crying by the end.

>Now you sat in a courtroom during the trial of the century
>Luna was representing you, rather than a traditional lawyer. Apparently courtroom regulation was laxer in the land of horses
>On the defendant side sat Twilight and her representative, Fine Print
>Funny, you figured she'd represent herself, as she was insisted on being the smartest. She had refused any sort of plea bargain; if she wasn't exonerated, her reputation would be destroyed.
>Your testimony would probably be enough, although some witnesses had been called from both sides
>Twilight looked neutral, staring forward, occasionally shuffling a few papers. She'd spent the last few days locked in a magically-nullified prison. You could tell she was hurting on the inside, however. Good.
>The jury was giving her looks from suspicion to disgust; for such a monumental case, jury selection had not been allowed of either side.
>The judge, Justice Civil, banged her gavel twice, and the hushed conversations in the courtroom ceased. "The trial will now commence. Prosecution, you may begin your opening statement." 


>Luna walked up to the podium, before turning to the audience. 
>"Miss Twilight Sparkle has not only cast forbidden magic, but enslaved, psychologically damaged, and abused this foal." She gestured to you with her hoof, and you made the saddest pout you could. "Her prior heroics do not excuse these crimes, and I implore thee to ignore her position or previous actions in this ruling."

>"The defendant make make their opening statement"
>Fine Print took the same position Luna had and addressed the court. C'mon man, nobody likes a copycat.
>"Fine members of the court, the primary argument of the prosecutions are simply heresay, completely without evidence and based purely on a single mentally-defunct filly's testimony. Additionally, the prosecution's 'smoking gun', a medical collar, was necessary for Anon's health due to her crippling seizures. As any scholar will tell you, interdimensional summoning is impossible even by alicorns, as proven by Starswirl's Third Law of Invocation." 
>Many witnesses had already been called and examined; Miss Cherilee, Twilight's various relatives, Master Mind, all the other Elements of Harmony, but none of them really had anything to say other than Mind's psychological evaluation, a few drawings you made in school, and observations on how you weren't malnourished or visibly beaten or anything.
>Now you sat on the stand, ready for Luna's direct questioning. Her testimony had already been cross-examined by Fine Print and a sub-attorney working under her.
"I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me Celestia". You lowered your hoof, preparing yourself.
>"Now Anon, can you confirm the facts in my testimony regarding your, and if not, will you please elaborate how so?"
"No, that was all true, I told you it all."
>"Could you describe how the collar's shocks hurt you, and how often?"
"Sometimes when I tried to tell somepony" you made sure to use pony words as much as possible, "the collar would start zapping me, and I'd fall down to the ground because it hurt so much. Sometimes it would only happen a couple of times a week, sometimes ten times a day."
>"Anon, did Twilight ever mistreat you in any other ways?". You'd actually been prepared for this question, having practiced your examination in the days prior.
"She... she put me in the dungeon. I got hungry, b-but she didn't give me any food." You might have been stretching the truth a little bit, but you refused to lie. You wanted Twicunt to hang for the injustices she did, rather than offenses you'd made up. 


>"Did Twilight take good care of you when you were sick, Anon?"
"One time I got really sick and she didn't take me to the hospital, even though I begged he too."
>Twilight seemed to shake a little, as if she wanted to protest your answer. You could imagine it now; "That's a lie, I took good care of my baby, I gave her soup and read stories-". It'd certainly make the trial more dramatic.
>"Could you elaborate on your sickness?"
"I was throwing up, and my head hurt, and my skin was on fire, and I kept coughing really bad. When she tried to make me go to sleep she held me down and forced me to drink some blue liquid."
>Mumbling from the jury, definitely suspicious
>"Was Miss Sparkle ever dishonest with you?"
"She lied and sent me to an orphanage for a couple days, but I don't think she ever registered me, she just wanted to scare me into loving her."
>"Did she ever molest or sexually harm you? We have a doll if it makes you don't understand, or it makes uncomfortable."
"No, I'm fine. She never did." You kept up your sad face for pity points. The jury seemed to be swaying on your side, despite Fine Print's strong opening statement.
>"So besides taking you away from your home and transforming you without consent, she also psychologically, mentally, and indirectly physically abused you?"
"...Mm-hmm."
>"Additionally, you lost most of your pre-transformation memories, due to Miss Sparkle's interference?"
"Mm-hmm." You nod your head a little, but you could still name every Final Fantasy character, at least. But not your family or friends (not like you ever had the latter).
>"Jury, this testimony is undeniable proof that not only should Anon be removed from Twilight Sparkle's custody, but that Miss Sparkle should be indicted for the crimes of foal abuse and unethical sorcery." 

>Be Twilight
>Fuck Luna and her stupid dream invasions. No regard for privacy, and YOU were the unethical one?
>Time for cross-examination, this should destroy their case.
>Anon looked at you from the witness stand; you smiled at her. Once the case was thrown out the two of you would be back home soon. This wasn't Anon's fault, it was Luna's. Probably forced your poor baby to testify against her will.
>Fine Print had discussed this with you earlier, and you had decided to make a declarative statement before cross-examination, rather than doing it himself. You knew all the legal proceedings, and your clout as an Element of Harmony would help immensely.
"The "Electric Shock Treatment Study" by Edgar Hoover in the Canterlot Journal of Medicine clearly defines shock therapy as an optimal form of seizure control, which was additionally peer reviewed by "An Analysis of of Shock Therapy and its Applications" by Nicker Tesla et al., and the collar, while not developed for mass application, it is considered viable treatment and was recommended by Anon's Doctor Small Incision, as noted in her testimony and medical folder which outlines Anon's history of seizures. The collar was necessary for Anon's health, and as noted in these studies, removal of the collar would likely trigger an instant, potentially fatal seizure." 
"Additionally, summoning magic would rip a interdimensional hole as determined by Starswirl's FOURTH Law of Invocation, and no such anomaly exists within Friendship Castle as determined by forensics. As there is absolutely no evidence for any sort of summoning ritual, which was deemed impossible by our greatest minds, and even if it were, it would be easily traceable, of which there has been no such tear found.."
>You could hear the audience agreeing, slowly swaying to your side. Good, Anon needed you, and taking her away would just make her sad. Why, after a few nights she'd be crying for Mommy, you were sure of it.
"The Prosecution's attorney also confirmed that Anon's dreams were oftentimes of a very sexual nature, but Anon swore that I never sexually abused her. Therefore, it is likely that she was raped by her birth parents, who are currently unknown, and the trauma from her caused her to unconsciously blot out her memories while retaining a massive amount of information regarding sex."
"And now for cross-examination." 
>Be Anon
>Twifag was now interviewing you; the look in her eyes was loving yet slightly deranged. Two steps away from crazy, but then again, she always had been.
>"Now, could you describe your mentioned illness oncemore?"
"I was vomiting a lot, and coughing, and my head hurt."
>"Why, that sounds like a common case of the flu. Why would that require a hospital visit?"
"..."
>"Anon, you have to answer the question."
"...I dunno, it hurt a lot."
>"Mmhmm, general practice for the flu would be little more than to lie you in a bed and give you water, which was exactly what I did, with extra tender love. Additionally, the hospital was practically overflowing at the time due to a outbreak of Cushing's Syndrome; Emergency Room treatment time was around two hours, according to Ponyville hospital records. As flu treatment is essentially identical to the love and care I gave you, do you think a hospital visit would be necessary?"
"Yes, I was very sick, I kept vomiting."
>Okay, she had you there, but it didn't matter, she'd lose anyway. Right? 

>"Anon, sweetie, you had been fed dinner before being put in time-out in the dungeon, correct?"
"Yes." Bitch, it was a more than a time-out. Also, don't call me sweetie, especially in a coutroom
>"And you were given water, a mattress, blankets, and attention, correct?"
"W-well, I mean, it was still dark down there."
>"Darker than your room at night?"
"...No."
"You said you were hungry, but you never asked for food, and had eaten a full meal of spaghetti less than a half-hour earlier. Is it fair to say I intentionally denied you food?"
"No, but it was still mean." Luna was practically facehooving, Twilight kept trapping you into the answers she wanted, and you kept falling for it.

>"Now Anon, you said I didn't molest you, correct?"
"...Yes."
>"Well, you threw this note out a window while you were in time-out, taped to a rock. Baliff, could you expand?"
>The baliff took the note and put in on some kind of overhead projector, which shined on an empty wall likely designed for the purpose
>Shit, it was that note you had written that sent you to the dungeon
help
princes twilite has me in her kastl
she touchs my no no place and i dont lik it
plees help
>Wha- you couldn't present evidence in the middle of a case! The hell was wrong with the pony justice system?
>"Forensics has confirmed the legitimacy of this note. So Anon, were you lying then?"
"Y-yes."
>"So, in the past, you've lied in attempts to discredit me and/or harm my reputation?"
"...back then I was.". Shit, she'd practically annihilated your testimony. 

>Be Anon
>shitshitshit.png
>Twilight had already returned to her seat, looking significantly happier then before. She smiled at you. She made a little air-heart with her hoof, which apparently only you noticed
>Wait, hadn't Luna forgotten something? Oh shit, you had a trump card. Jesus Moonbutt, do your job.
"Um... can I say something?"
>"I'll allow it."
"Well, whenever I tried to tell somepony about being a human, the collar would hurt me. Twilight made me put it on to keep me from telling anypony."
>Twilight stood up at that, pointing her hoof at you "Slander! You said it would shock you up to ten times a day, there's no way to quantify-"
>"Order in the court!" Justice Civil banged her gavel on the podium, which was probably the most fun part of her job. 
>Luna got up too; "If this is true-"
>"It's NOT true, Anon has already confirmed her previous attempts to defame me, her words are without merit!"
>"I demand a full investigation on the collar's magical properties!"
>"That collar is a default model licensed from the Equestrian Medical Board! But you'd know ALL about reading minds, you-"
>Justice Civil banged her gavel, shutting the two up, which was probably for the best.
>You had always wanted two girls fighting over you, but not like this
>"I'm declaring a recess while a short-term investigation attempts to search for tampering; if none exists, the trial will be rescheduled for further analysis. Elsewise, the trial will proceed." 


>You sat in between Cadance and Shining Armor down the street from the courtyard; the press had been given VERY clear instructions on staying away, although yo could practically hear them polishing their camera lenses a mile away, waiting for the verdict. Flurry was asleep in the Cadance's hands, despite the prior shouting match in the courtroom.
>Shining had bought you some ice cream, but you barely touched it. 
>Twilight wasn't allowed anywhere near you, but everyone was sticking close, just in case; she was powerless without her magic anyway. You knew that Celestia, Luna, and the other Elements were with Twiggles, but no idea what they were doing.
"Hey, what do you guys think?" you blurted out of the blue.
>"...Well, if what you say is true, Twilight's done a lot of bad things." Cadance started, rocking Flurry a bit. "But we'll support you either way.". Pssh, still treating you like a kid.
"You don't believe me."
>"Oh, that's not it. We just really hope you're.... confused, is all". Well, at least she knew how to cushion the blow. 
"...If Twilight is cleared, can I live with you guys? I don't feel safe around her." 
>'Don't feel safe' was a golden phrase when you were a kid, got you out of tight spots (but never away from Purple, no matter how many times you tried.)
>The two just looked at each other.
>"We'll just talk and see, find out as much as possible about your... situation." Cadance consoled, patting you on the head.
>...
"Where's Grandad and Grandma? Do they not believe me either?"
>Cadance was about to correct you with 'how supportive' they were, but Shining spoke first. "Mom and Dad are with Twilight, we decided to split up for both your sakes. We have no idea what they think, none of us have really discussed it." 
>...
>You wished Aryanne was here; although you could use help redpilling Flurry, you just wished you had a friend to talk to.
>Although the plan was going well, Flurry would scrunch her nose in disgust at yaks. 

>Back in the courtroom, sitting next to Luna. When asked, she refused to detail her conversations with Purple

>You look over at Twilight. She looked up at you and held up a piece of paper she had been writing on; drawn on was cartoonish caricature of grilled cheese and a glass of choccy milk.
>She was already making plans for dinner. Greeeeeeeeaaaaaaat.
>Justice Civil stood up at the judge's bench, banging her gavel. "*Ahem* Court is now in session, and will hear testimony from forensic mage Arcane Analyst."

>Luna was now back to asking questions, slowly pacing like she was on CourtTV.
>"And what enchantments did you find on the collar?"
>"Well, it had for such medical equipment; near-invulnerability, sealing charms, neural links to check brain impulses. All of these were within the original designs for the Shock Collar under the Equestria Medical Board.
>"Was there anything else, anything abnormal about the collar's magical properties?"
>"Well, the neural link enchantment was vastly different from the board-certified spell, scanning for brainwaves rather than brain activity; this was likely a modification made by Miss Sparkle."
>"Could any of the spells been used to detect thoughts?"
>The forensics magician just laughed. "Don't be absurd, that's impossible, and I've seen everything."
>Luna paused, as if trying to pose another question and failing.
>"The prosecution has no further questions." 

>Purple was up, once again neglecting to use her attorney.
>"Mister Analyst, you can confirm that the collar had no malicious properties or unethical alterations?"
>"No, all of its enchantments were suited for seizure control, and within the Health Board's safety standards; they were merely unusual."
>"So you would describe the collar as healthy and adaquete treatment for a seizure disorder, such as the one described in the medical report?"
>"Well, yes."
>"The defense has no further questioning."
>Twilight's reputation as a genius was coming in handy here, the jury probably thought she had found a way to improve it

>You lean over to Luna, who bowed her head closer to you to listen
"Psst, hey, can I put it on and try to trigger it?"
>"No, such a display would be deemed inconclusive, and would be considered tampering with evidence anyway. Believe me, we considered it, but it wouldn't work"
>You could hear the door behind you creak open; wasn't that a breach of sanctity?
>A mare with a light-brown coat, black mane, and dollar-sign cutie mark (obviously a Jew) holding a file in her hooves walked down the aisle and handled a file to Luna, whispering a message to her. The only word you heard was 'transfer'.
>Luna flipped through the file, looking over the post-it notes taped to the papers, her smile slowly growing as she reached the end of the dossiere
>She leans over to you, waves the folder, and whispers in a nearly-excited tone
>"This is a game-changer." 


>Be Twilight
>Luna was grilling you oncemore, citing 'recent evidence'.
>You really needed to reform the ridiculous legal system
>"So, Twilight Sparkle, you testified that you foiled a foalnapping attempt on Anon on the 27th of Mars, correct?"
"Yes, at great personal risk."
>"And the foalnappers escaped?"
"Yes, and all investigation has failed to discern their identities or locations."
>"But here on this bank statement, one of your tertiary accounts wired a transfer of over 10,000 bits to an offshore account later that evening. Did you transfer the funds?"
>FUCKING DAMNIT! THE BANKS REALLY WERE SCREWING OVER EVERYPONY!
>You'd been so careful, how'd they find this? You hadn't even used your real name!
"Yes." No point in lying, the evidence was there.
>"Who did you transfer the funds to?"
>You'd been prepared for this one, but still.
"A village in Saddle Arabia needed funds for new water treatment equipment."
>"And you decided to wire the funds anonymously, not using your personal account, and never going through official channels?"
"A legal procedure would have taken too long, and my personal account is to be used for acts of goodwill."
>"Why not your primary account?"
"That would decrease the taxes I pay, and I always make sure to contribute my fair share to Equestria."
>"Why a wired payment?"
"A payment in bits would take too long to arrive by mail, and would take even longer to clear in an inter-bank transfer."
>"You don't find the timing a little too convenient?" 
"The transfer had been prepared days in advance, my signature was simply needed. I left Anon with my mother in the hospital, as the funds were required immediately to prevent illness."
>"What about the name on the account? It's not yours, why use an alias?"
"The name clearly reads 'Twobright Sparks', an obvious typographical error. I merely continued using it, as a name-change would be too time-consuming"
>"...No further questions." 

>Justice Civil stood up, banging her gavel once.
>"We shall now here closing statements; Prosecution, you shall open."
>Luna got up, and you peeked at Anon while pretending to watch Moonbutt speak. Nonny looked so confused, so alone. You'd fix that one way or the other.
>"Members of the court, I have definitively proven that Twilight had forced Anon to wear a collar that provided no benefit and was clearly altered from the Medical Board's specifications. She has denied necessary medical service, and punished the filly in mentally damaging ways, such as a short stint in an orphanage. Twilight has also been connected to events designed to torment this innocent filly, such as a foalnapping, which alone warrants many years in jail. Twilight Sparkle has stolen this filly's life, having forcibly changed her species and gender, causing her to lose her memories.


>You stand up and take a breath. If you did well here, you and Nonny could go home again.
"Ladies and Gentlecolts of the court, I have nullified the opposition's arguments, as their primary foundation is a testimony from a mentally-instable filly who has attempted to defame me in the past. While she is not entirely responsible for her actions," you smile at Anon, "her sworn statements do not hold up in court. Additionally, the prosecution has not answered to the fact that such summoning is impossible, which alone negates their argument. Furthermore, the collar was deemed necessary by two doctors, and the only modifications detected on the collar were simply improvements to neural detection. The prosecution also pretends that a simple case of the flu warrants a hospital visit, whereas any parent could provide adequate treatment, which I did. I have no visible connections to any sort of wrongdoing or cruel and/or unusual punishment, and thus have been proven of absolutely no crime. The prosecution has provided no damning evidence, thereby presenting no legitimate case." 


>Be Anon
>The jury had been in the deliberation room for fifteen minutes, while you settled in and enjoyed the summer breeze coming in from an ajar window
>Flurry started crying about ten minutes ago, so Cadance carried the broodling over her shoulder, down the aisle and out the oversized door.
>Probably went to go breastfeed her, you wish you got to suck crotchtits.
>Shining had been talking to his parents ever since, the three of them occasionally glancing to Twicunt or you.
>Luna had tried to talk with you after the jury left, but she said little of import, Your lack of interest certainly put her off, and she went back through her papers, double-checking to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, her starry mane flowing in the slight wind.
>You looked over at purple, and her head turned away from you, pretending as if she hadn't been watching you. You got a decent look from your short glance; her mane slightly frazzled, and eyes a bit too big for comfort.
>tbf every pony's eyes were huge, but still.
>What was going through her head? Was she planning on a victory? Was she planning some sort of diabolical punishment in order to force your love? At this point, you'd believe anything.
>If- no no no, WHEN you won, you'd enjoy rubbing it in. Especially since you were incapable of rubbing one out as a prepubescent filly.
>You looked over the crowd one more time.
>Cherilee looked guilty; good, she probably should have actually double-checked Twilight's never-ending deluge of lies
>Most of Twilight's friends, the Elements and Comrade Glimmer, looked as if they supported her, their faces awash with hope. You briefly wondered how many of them were on your side; it didn't really matter, only the jury did.

>You heard a door squeak, and turned to see a slow procession of ponies slowly heading back to the jury box and taking their seats, with the lead juror remaining standing, holding a single sheet of paper.
>"The jury has decided." 

>Wait in bated breath, the moment lasting for an eternity
>...
>...
>...
>...
>...
>"We find the defendant, Twilight Sparkle... guilty of all charges."
>You exuberantly smile and start hugging Luna. She shares your joy in a more subtle way, quietly returning the hug and sighing in relief. The rest of the auditorium sat in silence, never moving.
>You turned to Twilight, watching her in joy. She sat silently, her mane slowly turning into a ratty, frizzled mess. 
>"B-b-b but that's wrong. I d-did nothing wrong!"
>She turns and looks directly at you, her eyes full-on crazy, her mane that of a mental-hospital patient, her hooves slowly clacking together. Thank god for the magic-nullification rune, otherwise she might go berserk and teleport the both of you to some cave where they'd never find you.
>"Anon, sweetie, tell them how much you love me. How much you loved living with me."
>The bailiff, escorted by a pair of guards, unlocked a pair of hoofcuffs and attached them to Twilight's front hooves. Now that Twicunt was without magic, she was powerless to resist.
>Twilight was full-on crying now, her sobbing audible throughout the hall. She wriggled in the hoofcuffs, staring at you with pleading eyes.
>"Anon, tell them! You swore an oath, don't lie! Tell them you love me!"
"Hey Purple." 
>You put on the smuggest grin possible, one smugger than any Pepe ever drawn.
"You were never my mother. Enjoy prison you psychotic bitch."
>Twilight looked absolutely broken, her mind irreparably scarred. Her face was the picture of sadness, eyes downcast, her hair partially covering her face. She just started making incoherent mumbling noises, never looking up or resisting. 
>The guards dragged Twilight off towards the penal hallway, her sentence 50 years. Too short in your opinion, but they couldn't give lifetime to an immortal demigod.
>The entire world sat still and silent for a full minute.
>Cadance slowly entered from the rear doors, holding a sleeping Flurry. 
>"Did I miss anything?" 


(Alternate Ending 2: Epilogue 1)
>Be Anon, one month after the trial
>Equestria's greatest minds were either figuring out how to transform you back, or how to open a portal back to Earth
>Twilight had left no notes or diagrams, and had refused to help as part of a plea bargain
>Comrade Glimmer had replaced Purple as the Element of Magic, and since Twilight pretty much got nothing important done anyway, there was no power vacuum.

>In the meantime, Shining Armor and Cadance had custody of you. They were pretty cool, they gave you your space, which was probably easy since they lived in a giant motherfucking castle
>But they'd invite you into their lives, orchestral symphonies, plays, death metal concerts, which you'd often participate in.

>The four of you (yes, even the baby gremlin) were eating dinner; vegetarian tacos, pretty nice. The dining hall was quiet with your small party all sitting at one end of a massive table. You could've eaten in one of the smaller kitchens, but nooooo, they liked the carpet in here more.
>WTF, how does that even make sense?

>The tacos filled you up pretty well,but you still weren't satisfied. You wanted Twicunt to suffer more. You had a plan, but it would require finesse, skill, maybe a few crocodile tears.
>So you decided to throw a curveball into formerly-pleasant dinner conversation
"Hey, I was wondering if maybe... maybe I could go see Twilight?"
>...
>"Uh... well..." Cadance started, before Shining popped in
>"Could you watch Flurry for a moment?" He casually draped his hoof over his wife's shoulder, leading themselves out the main entrance
>You tried to eavesdrop on their quiet, civil discussion while watching Flurry bang her spoon against her high-chair's table, spilling some applesauce onto their precious carpet. Whatever, as long as she didn't die you had done your job.
>'unhealthy', 'potential', 'Stockholm Syndrome'
>Wait, Equestria didn't have Swedistan, why would they name it Stockholm Syndrome? 

(Alternate Ending 2: Epilogue 2)
>Walking down a torch-lit corridor, Cadance at your side, two guards 'escorting' you
>All of your hooves clopping against the stone floor with every step taken
>You reach the end of the hallway, and a guard unlocks the wrought-iron door, a slow creaking echoing throughout the passageway

>You enter first, eager to revel in your victory
>Twilight stood away from you, her coat matted with little bits of dirt, her mane messier than you had ever seen it. Light poured in from a barred window; there was a little door that lead outside, likely to a small courtyard with tall concrete walls, some exercise equipment, and a barred ceiling. A large pile of books sat next to her, a small table stocked with paper, quills and art supplies sitting against the left wall. Her bed seemed comfortable enough, but not to the quality she was used to. She was gonna be in solitary for a VERY long time.
>You turned over and looked at Cadance; she was giving the '3/4 stare', not looking at either of you but always having you in eyesight
"Twilight?" 

>Twilight's head slowly rose, as if she was hopeful but didn't believe you were talking to her. Had she been hallucinating about you in here? Hopefully nothing lewd.
>She slowly rotated her head, and upon making eye contact, got up and rushed to the bars, and she reached out to stroke your face.
>"Nonny! I knew you'd come back! Do you miss your mama?"
"Mm-hmm." You put on a sad front, a pouting face and dejected posture. You could feel Cadance tensing up behind you, fearing the worst. If cell phones existed here she might start calling Shining Armor.
>"Good filly, you're a good filly aren't you?" Twilight's eyes were full of hope, shining brighter than they undoubtedly had in a month.
"Of course I'm a good filly.
>"Well Anon, I have a plan. If you go to the newspapers, and tell everypony you lied and how Luna FORCED you to testify, we can declare a mistrial. Then everything can go back to the way it was before, and we can go home." She looked desperate, or crazy; but you had already confirmed the latter.
"Yeah, I'll tell them what really happened" 

>"That makes me so happy Anon! I knew they had you under a spell, and that you'd come to your senses eventually. Now give your mommy a hug." She reached her hooves out through the bars, the arms extended out to receive your embrace.
"It HAS been a while since I've done that." You take a step forward, then turn to your left and wrap your hooves around Cadance, nuzzling into her chestfluff. She let out a surprised gasp; you'd never called her mom before, and she'd only kissed you goodnight TWICE, so you were basically an outcast. But hey, anything to screw over Twilight.
>"Nonny, I'm over here, silly."
>"...Nonny? Nonny?"
>She started crying again, slowly growing from sniffles to sobbing, tears crawling down her face, her eyes growing puffy and lightly reddened
>"No...no..." She falls to her knees, looking down at the concrete tile in despair. Funny, she had tried to make YOU emotionally dependent on HER, while in reality the opposite happened.
>You turn your head away from Cadance's chest to give a condescending look at Twicunt.
"Did you say something Purple?"
>She snapped her head up and violently pointed her hoof at her sister-in-law
>"NO NO NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS CADANCE! YOU ALREADY HAVE A BABY, YOU CAN'T STEAL MINE!"
>Cadance leads you back out the door while your captor edges closer to insanity
>The guard shuts the door behind you with a quiet *boom* while Twilight's cries went from chest-racking to hysterical
>You only heard five coherent words from behind the door.
>"...what did I do wrong...?" 

>>30365579
>Be Twilight
>Entering Sugarcube Corner to pick up a cake you had ordered a week ago. You approached the counter, manned by a cheerful-looking Carrot Cake.
"Hello Carrot, it's so good to see you. I can to pick up my order?"
>"Oh! Twilight! It's so good to see you too, we have your cake ready in the back. I'll go get it."
>You take a wide look at your surroundings; the bakery looked as clean as ever; but it seemed more... unsafe than usual.
>No door on the oven in the back, what if Anon got curious and crouched inside, and somepony turned it on, and-
>You grip her shoulder tighter, making sure she didn't run behind the counter. She moved her shoulders a bit, trying to loosen your grip
>The glass display was okay, unless it cracked open and showered your little filly in sharp glass
>Wait, was that couple sitting at the table by the front window using a KNIFE to cut that extra-large muffin? How could you trust a mere customer with a sharp object?
>The gray floor tiles were too hard, Anon might trip and break her nose
>Look at the corners on that table, the edges might mark her forehead if she bumped into them
>"Here's your order, Miss Sparkle- oh! Customers!"
>A small group of ponies entered in behind you, the bell attached to the door making a small *ding*
"I'll see you later!" You give a quick wave before moving away from the counter.
>You picked up your order with your magic and tried to lead Anon outside, guiding her with your hoof.
"C'mon Anon, it's too dangerous in here". She wasn't paying attention (the most dangerous state of all), so you were forced to pick her up by the scruff with your mouth and carry her back out the door and into the warm summer sun, all the while she wriggled in your grasp. Thankfully the collar didn't get in the way.
>"Hey, Purple, put me down- ooh, uh...."
>Anon went limp, realizing the futlity of her actions; she also seemed to be enjoying herself. 
>The sensation of being completely powerless, and in the hooves of somepony you trusted was comforting to little foals.


>Be Anon
>Purple had now found out about your last class project; so you sat on the edge of the Cutie Map, your tail lazily flicking around while you awaited another tirade.
>She stood in front of you, another letter from Cherilee floating in her purple aura; you assumed Sweetie Belle had one as well. She took a moment to collect her thoughts; she didn't seem pissed, just exasperated.
>She had her hair up in a bun today; a few stray hairs had found their escape and hung around her face; Twilight either didn't notice, didn't care, or it was intentional. She eventually took a step towards you and began another nagging session
>"Now Anon, I know you're having a hard time catching up in class, but you need to work harder." Damn, why did Purple expect so much from you? First you needed to socialize, now this.
"Have you ever considered I'm trying my hardest?" 
>She raises her eyebrow at that. "Anon, I've seen the lengths you go to screw with others. Try again."
"Maybe I got a learning disability when you transformed me." you add, a bit of fire in that statement.
>"Now that's not true, and you know it. Let's talk about what we can do about this, hmm?" She set the letter down on the table next to you.
>TBF it was Sweetie's fault you got a double-frowny face, she did all the work.
>"Anon, you can't act this way forever, you need to learn work ethic."
>Pssh, you're rich, why can't you fund my NEETlyfe?
>She squeezed your shoulder, moving her head a bit closer, her voice a bit softer. "I know you can do better Anon, you just need to apply yourself." She nuzzled you, the tip of her muzzle rubbing yours. You pretended to not enjoy it, but you could feel your left hind leg reflexively twitch.

>Now Twilight was going to read over ALL your history homework, and 'work on it with you'.
>Joke's on her, now you could just phone it in and she would fix everything. Easy PERFECT! stickers on every assignment
>At least that's what you thought it was gonna be. 

>So now you're sitting at the dining room table, forehooves behind your head while Twilight *checks* your work with a quill, her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth.
>"There! All done."
"Thank you Twilight, your proofreading is really-" you glance down at the worksheet and see it's just a bunch of markings in red ink
"Wha- what's this?"
>"Notes on mistakes you made, and I expect you to fix them all, young filly." Your mouth just sits agape, realizing the horror of having to fill out a third-grade worksheet. Some of the questions even asked for a full 3-5 sentence paragraph, so basically slave labor
>"What, you expected me to do the work FOR you?" she scoffed, turning to go work on god-knows what.
>Dammit, she'd figured out your strategy 

>Be Twilight, sitting across the table from a very indignant Anon
>"No!"
>She sat before an untouched plate of Caeser salad, her hooves crossed and nose upturned
"Anon, you need to eat more greens. Look, since you did such a good job on your homework, you can have a bowl of ice cream if you finish your salad."
>She just shook her head at that, her black mane flapping a bit with the movement
>"Mm-nmm." You could see her slouch a bit lower in her seat, never looking you in the eye.
"C'mon Anon, just add a bit more ranch dressing, you won't even be able to taste the lettuce."
>"You already covered the whole plate in ranch, I can't even SEE anything else."
>It was true, you'd already hit the maximum of ranch possible trying to convince her.
>Shit, her BMI was still too low, you didn't want your filly to be so underweight.
"Well, you can't leave the table until you finish your plate." You stomped your hoof a little to add some weight to the threat.
>"...Okay." She just scooched a bit in her wooden chair, getting into a more comfortable position. Her tail flowed through a couple of gaps between the oak bars of the chair's back, the hair tips just a few inches above the ground.
"Well, I hope you're comfy. Because I'm not giving in." You turned and went to work on your checklist for the next day.
>Anon would give up eventually. She had to. 

>Be Anon
>You had stood your ground for an hour and a half now
>Honestly, you probably would have given in if not for the principle of the matter. If you caved in to Twilight now, she would tighten her grip on your life.
>As the night grew darker, moonlight illuminating the table, you started to think of bed. You weren't sleepy, but your eyes were drooping a bit. 
>Twilight walked back into the dining room, the candle in her magic illuminating her surroundings
>Maybe she had decided to surrender; it was a bit past your bedtime, after all
>"Anon?"
"You come to admit defeat and cut your losses?"
>She got a bit uppity at that
>"Don't talk back to me like that. And no, I haven't, but I'm willing to cut you a deal. If you eat four bites of your dinner, you can go to bed."
"Pssh, I can sleep down here. I fell asleep at my computer dozens of times."
>She moves up next to you and rubs her cheek against yours; you could FEEL your cheeks reddening. She sat on her haunches next to you, her head about equal to yours.
>"But do you WANT to?"
>The filly in you wanted to crawl under the covers, snuggling into Twilight's chestfluff and listening to her breathe.
>But the human refused to be subdued, quietly rebelling against your warden. But maybe you could cut a bargain. You had read the Art of the Deal, should be a cinch
"Two bites."
>"Three bites."
"Three bites, AND I get a bowl of ice cream"
>"Three BIG bites, one scoop of ice cream, but you have to sleep with me tonight."
"Deal." You extended your hoof, and she shook it.
>You looked down at your plate, steeling yourself for the task ahead 


>"Get cracking Anon, it's not getting any smaller."
>Three bites, you could do this.
>You pick up your fork and spear a single ranch-drenched piece of lettuce
>"Uh-uh-uh, I said BIG bites."
>You reluctantly add another couple of pieces before lifting it next to your mouth
>You decide to get it over with fast. You shove the dressing-heavy compound into your mouth, chewing and swallowing it with great speed.
>You immediately fork more and shove it in, imagining your mouth as a garbage dispenser. The sooner you get it over with, the better. You forced the concoction down, then your third bite, soon grimacing and shaking from your terrible ordeal.
"Blegh... ugh....... there, three big bites. 
>"That wasn't so bad, was it?" She tousles your mane, and you edged away a bit. It didn't even compare to a nice brushing.
>She just giggled and went to grab a plate for your measly one scoop. You should have bargained for two.
>"Now hurry up so we can go to bed." 


>Finishing your ice cream and brushing your teeth had been a quick affair
>Now Twilight was sitting up in her bed, holding her cover up for you with a small smile on her face.
>"C'mon Anon, it's bedtime."
>You walked to the bedside, looking up at the mattress' edge high above you. Damn, you were short
>You shook your little rump and attempted a jump, managing to grab the top, with your forelegs, the back hooves dangling in the air. Your head poked above the edge of the mattress, looking up at Purple
>"Oh no, Daring Do is hanging off the edge of a cliff, how will our hero escape?"
"Just get me up already."
>Instead of simply pulling you up with a hoof, she jumps to the floor and puts her snout in between her legs
>Not on the first date Twilight, I'm not that kind of filly
>She pushes you up with her head, and you eventually scrambled onto the bed. Needing help getting up there was embarrassing
>She hops in next to you, drawing the covers above you both. Flicking off the lights was easy with magic, why couldn't you have that?
>Twilight leaned back a bit, exposing her snuggly parts to you
>"Alright, now get in there. Momma's getting lonely."
>lewd.gif
>You inched forward and plowed your face straight into her soft, warm chestfluff, your snout penetrating the fuzzy fur
>Twilight lowered her head and nuzzled your mane, the sensation causing you to quietly moan.
>She extended her wings around you, the snuggling reaching new heights of pleasure Surrounded on all sides by Twilight's body, your world was small, dark, and comforting.
>You pushed your head deeper until her heaving frame softly pounded against yours
>Twilight began rubbing your back in soothing circles, the cuddling reaching a climax
>She pulled you into a hug, and the maternal affection became too much, an eruption of passionate nurturing connecting both of you. 
>Eventually you both calmed down enough to fall asleep, your breathing becoming synchronized 

>Be Anon
>You lazily roll over, feeling the warmth of the bedsheets above you
>...
>Wait, blankets don't have feathers
>You were cuddled next to Twilight, her light snores indicating she was asleep
>You peeked out from under her wing and looked out the window. The day was still dark, barely dawn by your best guess. Well, better get comfy.
>You scooted closer to Twilight, the top of your head touching the crook of her chin. She mumbles something and reaches out, holding you close and tightening the wings surrounding you. 

>Be Twilight
>Anon was attempting to escape the castle, off to congregate with the devil on her shoulder.
>You wouldn't let some supremacist corrupt your innocent daughter.
"Anon, you shouldn't be spending so much time with this Aryanne filly. Her parents are rather... extreme, and I'm afraid some of that has rubbed off on her" 
>"Yeah, well, I pick my own friends." She snapped her head away, walking towards the door.
>Maybe you could gently encourage her into a better decision. Manipulating foals was easy.
"Well, I guess that's true. Hey, maybe you could pick Sweetie Belle. She lives so close, and the two of you would have so much fun together, why-"
>"No, I don't want to be plugged into some arranged friendship like a shitskin. Just let me be." Damn, she didn't fall into your trap. You also didn't like the tone of her voice, or her word choice, but you could deal with that later.
>Anon cracked the door open, a ray of light shining in through the opening
"Well, you shouldn't go alone, she lives at the edge of town. What if you got lost? I could-"
>She turned her head to you, just to roll her eyes with an exasperated sigh
>"God, Twilight, I don't NEED you. Buzz off.."
>Anon shut the door behind her a little too hard, the noise echoing through the halls. Why, the nerve!
>Of course she needed you, what would she do without you? Maybe it was time for a little 'reminder'
>Anon would learn her lesson soon enough.
>Time to prepare Op. FB: DS 

>Be Anon
>You had put Purple in her place. She was just a snuggle call, you didn't actually want a relationship.
>R-right?
>"Anon? Are you listening?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry, I zoned out for a bit. Could you repeat that?"
>Aryanne looked adorable in the oversized military cap she'd borrowed from her dad. Every couple of minutes she'd adjust it back, so that it wouldn't fall over her eyes, which had already happened twice.
>"I was zhinking we could go try to make other friends, ja?
"What? I mean, why do we need anybody else?". 
>Having one friend was already more than the ones in your pre-pony life.
>Aryanne didn't even blink at your use of -body, pretty much everyone you knew had gotten used to it
>"We need to get ozzer ponies to join our cause, otherwise they will let degeneracy spread. Without popular support, we vill be powerless. "
>God, her accent was so cute.
"Definitely. But we can't show off our powerlevel until the other fillies trust us."
>"So now we just need to make more frienden." 


>So now the pair of you were walking around town, looking for potential friends
>You pass by Diamond Tiara, both of you giving an amicable 'hello' while passing. You just kept walking while Aryanne looked back at her 
>"Why not Diamond? She's a good filly."
"Yeah, but she's rich, so she might be with (((Them)))."
>"Hmm, you're right, we'll need to do some research
"Well, her nose isn't big enough" you whisper over.
>The two of you just started giggling like schoolfillies, which you were.
>Eventually you run into Pipsqueak, holding a rock
>If he was a zebra you'd assume he was about to chimp out
"Uhhh, watcha doing Pipsqueak?"
>"Blimey Anon, you gave me a right fright. Well, me and Featherweight were gonn aplay some hopscotch, but he's still not here.
>"Do you have chalk?" Aryanne asked him
>"Sure mate, right on the ground over there."

>With only one piece of chalk, you were forced to do it yourself
>Heh, from the side it kinda looked like a penis
>"You sure it's 0 and not 10?" Aryanne asked. 
>Quit trying to undermine me, I'm in charge here.
"Pretty sure, here, let me go first."
>You gave a tiny little toss and landed the rock on 1, beginning your long odyssey
>You hopped over to the number of genders, skipping on one hoof at a time through Greece's GDP, a Malaysian basket-weaving board, the best Star Wars, the Elements of Harmony, current_year[3], the average IQ of a nigger, the recommended bridal age in Islam, and eventually to what Hitler did wrong.
>As you tried to turn around, your hooves crossed, and you landed on the dirt on your ass, and the others started laughing at you.
>Thankfully your thicc-ness cushioned the fall
"It's not funny!"
>"Oi! It's my turn!" Pipsquek declared

>After a couple of hours the three of you laid in a sweaty pile
>Hopscotch had become MUCH more intense after a unanimous decision to allow the non-hoppers to throw rocks at the current player
>You'd also invented and attempted hardcore versions of jump rope, tetherball, four-square, wall ball and pat-a-cake, most incorporating rocks or physical combat in some way
>Pipsqueak and Aryanne had vetoed your pat-a-flank idea. 
>Maybe when they were older. 

>Be Twilight
>You'd come to City Hall to magically make copies of some old maps
>It was a little tricky, but nothing above your level. Certainly easier than doing it by hand.
>All the while, a stallion behind you wearing a safety inspection uniform was explaining a construction stability problem to Mayor Mare, one you were already aware of.
>"-more fractures in the dam concrete on the North Side, we usually get a few every year. Normally we'd just go ahead and fix it, but we'd figure we'd check in with you."
>"Yes, yes. Go ahead, and thank you for letting me know." Out of the corner of your eye, you saw her make a dismissive gesture.
>Mayor Mare was pretty good at her job, dealing with minutia and citizen complaints on a regular basis. If she ran for governor, she could probably steal a few delegates from Legal Lease.
>As you approached the door, she spun to speak with you
>"Oh! Twilight! I'd forgotten you were here!"
"It's fine, I'm usually pretty quiet."
>"Do you have everything you need?"
"Yes, I was hoping to use these to map out potential scenic routes."
>"Well, I can't wait to see your proposals! Just make sure the folders aren't TOO thick. Hahaha."
"Haha, well-"
>"Seriously, no more than 20 pages."
"R-right, sorry."
>You pack your things and teleport home, eager to begin your 'project'..
>There was much work to be done 
>Be Anon
>After a long day of consensual playtime, you'd finally come home. You open the door to the Faggotry Castle and slouch inside, upon whence you heard Twilight yelling.
>"Glimmer?! Are you going somewhere?! Can you pick up some eggs?!"
>A feminine voice responded, echoing through the halls
>"No, I'm still here! I think that was Anon!!"
>"Could you make sure she's okay?!"
>"Sure thing!!"
>You could hear Comrade Glimmer walk down a staircase and eventually into the foyer, her hoofbeats regular and relaxed. When she saw you, she brightened her expression. Whether this was intentional or not was difficult to tell
>"Nonny! Did you have fun today?"
"Meh. I guess."
>Glimmer closed the distance between you in a few paces, standing a few inches in front of you. God, you were short. Starlight gave you a sad smile, and proceeded to ruffle your mane. You push your head into it, enjoying the sensation.
>"Well, I'm sure tomorrow will be better."
>A look of remembrance crosses GlimGlam's face, her eyebrows raised and mouth perky
>"Oh! I think Twilight wanted to ask you something! She's in the secondary library!"
>Great, what now?? 
>You managed to hop up a staircase to the sub-library, in an obscure corner of the castle. It was as if the architects realized they had a bunch of empty space on the second floor and drew in a little 16x20 room in.
>It mostly held diagrams, county histories, permits ranging from business to housing, maps, nothing nopo- nobody would want to read, except for purple autism. 
>Only a small table in the center of the room stood, with every wall crammed with filing cabinets arranged by subject, then alphabetically. A little light came through a small multicolored window near the top of the exterior wall.
>You'd already gone looking through it all, searching for some hint to removing the collar or returning home.
>But there was nothing of use in those filing cabinets.
>You see Twilight fussing over an opened bottom drawer on one of the filing cabinets
"Uh..."
>Twilight popped up in surprise and put a hoof on her chest
>"Anon! Oh, you scared me!"
>Quit playing, Twilight, I'm too cute to be scary
"Uh, you wanted something?"
>"Oh, yes, neither me nor Starlight have made anything for dinner, would cheese pizza be okay?"
>Fuck yeah, pizza was the best.
>Only good thing to ever come out of Italy. 
>Well, pasta was okay too
"Yep!" You closed your eyes and gave a smile, like the girls in one of your animes.
>"Okay sweetie, I'm gonna 'pop'-"
>You didn't laugh at the joke
>"- in and grab a couple of boxes. I'll be gone for about ten minutes. If you need anything, just call Starlight, okay?"
>You nod, and she teleports out.
>The room was quiet, the colored light cascading down on your face
>So what was she doing in that cabinet? 

>Still Anon
>You head over to the still-open cabinet and sit your rump down next to it, peering over its contents
>Your time was limited, hopefully Twilight would teleport back to the kitchen or living room with the pizza rather than surprising you
>You notice some papers that were slightly higher than the others, the one in front far more prominent than the rest, rising above the others by a full inch
>You excitedly pull it out and look at it, only to be disappointed with a building permit for some random house. How anticlimactic
>You check the next one; some wedding license dated about six months old
>The third ruffled document was just a city map from 20 years ago; you flipped through the remaining pages in the filing cabinet and realized there was only one more new addition
>The last document was a map detailing the greater Ponyville area. It was pretty large, about 3 feet by 3 feet
>This wasn't some kiddy map, it was topological, contained concentric circles for elevation and shaded regions n shieet
>It also seemed to be very old; the edges were frayed, the paper was yellowed, and the script seemed to be written in the pony equivalent of Latin
>You notice a red square in the middle of the river that eventually fed into the Everfree
>The name for this one caught your eye, then grabbed your attention
>'Occutatum Aurum'
>You were pretty sure 'Aurum' meant 'gold'
>gold = money, money = power, power = escape
>You could feel the collar around your neck start to feel ticklish, but you ignored it fairly easily
>You rolled the map up and trotted up the stairs to hide it in your room
>Lady Luck was finally gonna give you a blowjob 


>Be Anon, the next morning
>Sitting at the kitchen table, eating some buttere toast while the low sun 
"Anon, I'm heading out to Faron Woods for the day, I need to test soil acidity . Are you okay staying here at home?"
>Wait, wasn't Faron Woods pretty close to the gold? Maybe you could tag along.
"Wait, lemme come with you!" you blurt out
>"...
"I, uh, thought we could spend more time together. I don't really know a lot about you, and I thought this'd be a good chance to."
>She seemed to like that answer a lot, smiling happily at your suggestion
>"I'd love to Anon, why don't you pack your saddlebags and we can head out."
>You hop off your chair and rush upstairs
>When you get inside your room, you quickly throw a water bottle, a bag of graham crackers, and the map into a saddlebag.
>You eagerly meet up with Twilight downstairs as fast as you can, before Twilight changed her mind
>"Do you have everything? Plenty of water?" she asks with concern.
"Yep!"
>"Well, be ready, I'm gonna teleport us there, okay?"
>You just nod your head in understanding, and stand close to her.
>You feel a tugging at your center, and you're suddenly surrounded by trees 

>You follow Twilight up a steep incline, your short legs struggling to keep up. Why couldn't she just fly you up there?
>"...but when I left for Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, I lost touch with my old friends-"
>You paid attention, partially to distract you from the climbing, and also to try and discern any way out of your situation
>Eventually the path narrowed into a pretty little grove. Now you needed to break off and find your treasure
"...Twilight?"
>She turns to look at you
"Can I rest for a minute? I'm really tired."
>"Sure Nonny. I have a lot to do, and this forest is extremely safe, so I'm gonna go on ahead. Is that okay?"
"Mmmhmm. See you later."
>Twilight flew off, undoubtedly to count the squirrel population or whatever.
>That was odd, she was usually so narcotic about these things. Maybe she'd decided to loosen your leash. 

>You check your map again, trying to get your bearings
>The red marker was in the middle of a river, and you had no scuba gear. Maybe there was an island or something
>You trek onward through the trees, enjoying the cool breeze and the warm sunlight streaming through the leaves.
>Equestria wasn't so bad, really.
>As you walk in a loop towards your target, you notice the trees growing thinner and shorter, the dirt becoming finer
>Eventually you reach the river, standing on a ridge. The water had was only a foot or so deep, while the ravine's walls stretched about ten. 
>Comrade Glimmer would undoubtedly writhe at your use of freedom units
>Considering it was spring, you'd figure that the water level would be higher. Maybe the thaw hadn't set in.
>There was no island in sight, just a moderately-paced stream. You calibrated with your map and began making your way north

>After about a quarter-mile of trekking, you saw it
>A small outcropping of rocks sat in the middle of the river, blocking out the water, with wet sand sitting in a pool in the center with a 1' radius
>You hoped the treasure wasn't too large, you didn't want to make multiple trips
>Heh, trips
>You slowly climb down the side of the ravine, dropping the last two feet. You doggy-paddle five feet toward the rock and heave yourself up 

>Still Anon
>You stood above the sandy pit in the middle of the rocky outcropping. This was DEFINITELY it
>With little grace, you fall to your knees and start viciously clawing away the sand
>It was just a few 
>You heard a quiet noise, but pay no attention to it. Sounded like a tree creaking, not your problem.
>You claw and claw and claw until you reach more rock
>...
>You turn back to the pile of sand you had created while excavating, and begin furiously tearing it apart, searching
>Where was the gold? Where was it???
>You'd combed through the entire depository, and nothing but stupid dirt.
>You rest on your haunches and sigh, disappointment filling your soul
>Of course there was nothing there, the treasure map was old and possibly fake. Any treasure here had been pillaged a century ago
>...
>Was the sound getting louder?
>You stand up and turn north; wait, that roaring-
>A wall of water that filled up to the top of the ravine burst out of a bend in the ravine, its contents rapidly spinning. The flood approached you at about 15 mph, the large mass about to consume you.
>Oh... shit. 

>The flood pushed you off your hooves in an instant, and you were sucked under the surface, the pressure emptying your lungs of any air. Your eyes closed instinctually, with no intention of ever opening
>You TRIED to flail your limbs, attempt to reach for the surface, but the pressure was too great, and all you could do was flop around and try to survive
>You felt yourself hit a rock on the bottom with your back and rebounded off the hard surface. At least it wasn't your head.
>The relentless water pounded you, and your lungs screamed out for oxygen. Your mouth reflexively sucked in a bit of water, some entering your lungs
>No matter how hard you tried to kick, the surface was forever out of your reach. You could barely tell which direction was up, let alone reach it.
>You wanted to cry but couldn't, the flood continually pushing you downriver.
>You didn't want to drown. You didn't want to drown.
>...
>You were gonna die here.

>As you started fading, you felt something tug at you
>The force pulled you to the side of the wave, and your head breached the surface
>You sucked in as much air as possible, not caring for explanations, just the taste of sweet, sweet, oxygen
>You felt yourself hit the river bed while arms tugged at you, lying you down on your back
>As you took your second breath, you looked up and saw Twilight looking down at you, visible concern in her eyes
>"Anon! Anon, are you alright!"
>You just cough a bit of water up out of your lungs, no words to say
>Twilight had saved you. It was lucky she'd gotten here in time, otherwise you would've died
>She then proceeded to pull you up in a tight hug, the pressure nearly equal to that of the furious torrent
>That was hyperbole, but still.
>"Oh Nonny, I was so scared, I thought you'd drown!"
"*Hack*! *Cough*!"
"...M-me too."
>You hug her back in gratitude, and start to whimper pathetically.
>"Shh, shh, it's alright, you're safe with mommy."
>You just wanted to be held, and Twilight was happy to oblige 

>Be Twilight
>You sat on the river's small beach, just holding your daughter tightly while she cried into your fur, the sobs wracking her body
"Mama won't let anything bad happen to you. That's why you need Mama, to keep you safe."
>The bawling only grew louder, with the occasional whimper mixed in. A touch of guilt crept in before you remembered that it would be good for her in the end.
>It was Anon's fault for being so defiant, you never wanted to actually use Operation Forced Bonding: Drowning Salvation
>I mean, the dam was dangerously full already, practically overflowing, and this prevented long-term coastal flooding.
>The name was pretty cool though, you were proud of it.
>Anon seemed to be deeply affected by her experience; she wasn't pushing you away like normal. Maybe now she'd be a good filly and get her act together, and be happy with her life. Happy with you.
>You slowly rub circles into Anon's back, trembling in your gentle grasp. All the while you whispered soothing tones in her ear
"Let it all out, sweetie, you're okay now, because mama is here."
>You would occasionally kiss her on the forehead, or rub your cheek against hers. The motions seemed to help her calm down.
>As time went on, the shaking slowed and her cries became quieter and quieter, until Anon was merely sniffling and mewling.
"Do you want to go home?"
>She silently nodded, he head still under your chin, and you nuzzled her a bit before teleporting
>With a *crack*, the two of you were gone, as if you were never there. 


>Be Twilight
>You pop into the living room, and with a quick burst of magic the fireplace was roaring
>You carry Anon close to it while levitating a 'convienently'-placed' towel over to you
>Setting the shaking little filly down onto the rug, you wrap her up in the towel and start drying her off, while she just sat quietly, leaning into your gentle rubbing.
>She starts and you lay her head down on a little pillow, and trot upstairs to grab her blankie. You grab it and rush downstairs, carefully rolling Anon into it like a burrito
>"I-I'm sorry Twilight."
"...For what?"
>"I went off exploring instead of finding you, and- ...it's my fault"
>You hug Nonny close, the blanket not masking her heaving little body pressed against yours
"It's okay, sweetie, it wasn't your fault. I'm just happy you're okay."
>You give her a boop on the nose and she breathes out a single giggle.
"Do you want to eat now?"
>...
>"Mnn-mmm."
"Do you want anything to drink?"
>...
>"No water."
"I'll get you some cocoa. Is that okay?"
>She nods her little head, looking up at you with those gigantic eyes, your heart melting under her gaze.
"Okay baby, I'll be right back."

>After a couple of mugs Anon was acting... much like her former self
>Which wasn't horrible, at least
>"-I'm just saying, two nukes weren't enough."
"That's nice dearie. Would you like some soup now, It'll only take-"
>You hear a door open, some clopping sounds, and eventually Starlight poked her head in
>"Hey Twi, hey Nonny. How's your day going?"
>The two of you look at each other, forming a silent agreement
"It's been fine."


>Be Anon
>You were drowning again, caught in a tumultuous wave of water
>You paddle up towards the light, your body tiring with every stroke 
>But you could never break the surface, no matter how hard you tried
>You'd run out of oxygen long ago, and you knew you'd die soon
>You opened you eyes long enough to look up through the water
>Twilight was standing above the waves, gazing down at you without emotion
>"Well, I guess I'll have to find a new daughter. Maybe I should transform a dragon this time."
>You tried to call out, ask her to save you, but nothing came out, and your mouth filled with water
>You could feel the water tugging you down into its dark depths, cold and unforgiving

>You jolted up, your head bolting up. For a panicked second, you thought you were at the bottom of the ocean, so dark were your surroundings
>You look up, peering through the darkness. It was nighttime with little light from the moon. This was your room, your bed, and you weren't alone. 
>You were laying on Twilight. That is, you lay atop her, your legs splayed out on either side of her barrell while she slept on her back
>Your movement apparently woke her up
>"...Hmm? Nonny?"
"I-it was the dream again."
>"Shh, shh, it's okay. I'm here." She started rubbing your back and nuzzled your cheek affectionately.
>You lay back down and snuggle into her fluff, your body rising and falling a bit as she breathed, the rocking movement soothing in its regularity. Her heartbeat was as strong as always, the regular wub-wub noise calming you down and helping you fall asleep
>Even if Purple was a bitch, she was always there for you
>Maybe you'd cut her some slack. 
>Maybe.
>Be Anon
>Sitting in a large room in Master Mind's practice, the velvet chair feeling static to touch.
>The other ponies seem normal enough, but then again they were all probably as retarded as you
>Master Mind himself decided to open the floor
>"You are all here today because you have internal difficulties; we believe that group discussion will help your growth. Now let's go around and introduce ourselves. Lyra, would you like to go first?"
>Lyra seemed a bit twitchier than usual, but otherwise she looked like she had it together
>"...My name is Lyra, and I have bipedal-delusion Syndrome.
>"Hello Lyra" the group muttered in unison
>That was odd, she was so devout earlier. Maybe they put her on some meds, or she was playing along.
>"Good, admitting you have a problem is the first step." Master Mind noted
>A male zebra stood up next 
>My name is Deshaun, and I'm a kleptomaniac
>"Hello, Shawn". 
>God, was this what Alchoholics Anonymous was like?
>"Would you like to go next, Strongarm?"
>A large, gray stallion stood up, a muscular arm for a cutie mark
>"I'm not Strongarm, I'm Cherry Blossom." he insisted in an obviously-forced feminine voice , stamping his hoof
>"We've been over this, using that name only attaches you further."
>"If I identify as a -" Strongarm was cut off by Master Mind
>"Alright, we'll try more electroshock next week, Strongarm."
"You should ask Purple for tips" you mumble under your breath, tugging at your collar
>"And now we come to... Anon".
>All of the group's eyes were on you, and you choked up a bit. Public speaking had never been your strong suit
>You hop out of your little chair and land unsteadily on your hooves
"Uh... m-my name is Anon, and I feel unsafe, and I have trust issues, and now I'm afraid of water."
>"Hello Anon." It was weird how they all did that.
>You wriggled back up on your chair.
>This was a waste of time, why did Purple make you do this? 

>It was Lyra's turn to talk now, while Master Mind just wrote things down on a clipboard
>"And some of the humans worship a big black rock. At least I think it said rock, Olde Equestrian is tough to translate. Also, humans-"
>"Lyra, how do you start a sentence?" Master Mind interrupted 
>"Well, I THINK that humans always wear clothes instead of just walking around in their coats, including a type of horseshoe made out of some kind of thick fabric and rubber. I THINK it's because they don't have hooves"
>"Is there anything else you'd like to say Lyra?"
>"The Reunion is coming."
>Master Mind just sighed at that, but Deshaun got curious
>"Ayo, what's dis Reunion?"
>Lyra was too happy to answer
>"Well, the humans will be coming back"
>"Oo-kay, it's Anon's turn now" Master Mind butted in, trying to keep the insanity contained. He turned to you with clipboard in hand, watching you like a fish in an aquarium.
>"Just speak your mind honestly, Anon, you won't be judged"
>You're entire job is judging people you huge sack of shit.
"Well, life's not good right now. I nearly drowned recently, so I stay away from water, I only drink milk now. There's a conspiracy to keep me quiet, and I can't trust anypony because I don't know if they're in on it, so I can't tell any of them anything. Every moment of every day is being watched-"
>Master Mind scribbled something down
"and I miss being-"
>The collar immediately bursts out an electrical shock, the pain and surprise knocking you to the floor, your legs making little twitching movements
>Deshaun and Strongarm get up to help you, but Master Mind waves them off.
>"It's for her seizures, the best thing to do is not interfere."
>After a moment, you slowly rise to your hooves, climb back onto your chair, and quietly sit down.
>Fuck this
>Master Mind decided to end the silence
>"I think that's enough today. We'll go back to individual meetings, so please schedule with the secretary.
>You shuffled out of the room, head hung low 

>Be Anon
>Twilight had said she had an urgent mission for you, which only you could complete
>Like a sucker you fell for the bait

"Why me?"
>Rarity was doing the last alterations for your dress for her 'Fillies' Line' of clothing, with a fashion show to launch the series.
>"Why darling, none of my other 'models' could pull off orange, and Twilight thought you'd enjoy trying something new."
>Of course she had a hoof in this 
>Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, and Apple Bloom were all dressed up in fancy dresses, colored sky blue, pink, and maroon, respectively. Lots of frills and sequins, all quite girly
>Yours was a little more simple, with a short neckline and a little hole in the back for your tail to poke out of. Your green coat and black mane did synergize with the orange fabric and yellow underlining, though
>"C'mon Anon, it'll be fun!" Scootaloo said. Odd, you figured her of all people would hate this
>"Ya! Ya gotta try new things if ya want to have fun!"
>God, Apple Bloom's accent was annoying, she didn't even live 10 miles from Ponyville, why did she sound like a hick? 

>Scootaloo and Apple Bloom had gone on ahead of you, both performed wonderfully and returning from their tour confident and perky
>Lots of 'oohs' and 'aahs' from the audience, probably from a bunch of snooty rich mares and gay stallions
>If the crusaders without a god could do this, so could you. R-right?
>God, you hated public speaking.
>There was no speech, but same principle
>Maybe you could vomit on yourself and get out of this
>Before you could shove your hoof down your throat, Rarity came out from behind a curtain and pointed at you
>"Anon! You're up! Go strut your stuff!"
>You, each step feeling a minute long. You paused right before the curtain opened, steeling yourself for the exhibition
>You just had to force yourself out there, like jumping in a cold lake.
>You stumble out onto the runway, freezing in the gaze of the audience.
>They were silent, did you do something wrong?
>Did you piss yourself? No, your crotch felt dry. Were you too ugly?
>No, Twilight said you were a cute, she wouldn't lie
>Well, best to get this over with 
>You just plod to the end of the floor, trying to ignore the flashing cameras and blank stares. 
>You shuffled around a few times to give the audience a couple of angles to judge you by, and awkwardly turned around and rushed back behind the curtain, wishing you would die
>So like every other day
>wojak.png
>Rarity never slowed, trying to keep the show on schedule
>"Okay, Sweetie Belle, get out there! And remember the poses!"
>Poses? Nobody taught you any POSES. But you WERE a last minute addition.
>Sweetie was all to eager to oblige, prancing out into the public eye. You could FEEL the audience liking her more.
"I blew it, didn't I?
>"No, you did... fine. Perfectly fine." Rarity answered, biting her lip
>At least she wouldn't ask you to do this again.
"Wait, I'm getting paid, right?" 





>Be Twilight
>Just getting ready for a date tonight with Thunderlane
>For once Rainbow Dash had been helpful, hooking you up with the Wonderbolts recruit
>You knew that thunder moved at the speed of sound, but hopefully he wouldn't finish fast
>It wasn't for another four hours, but you liked to be prepared
>Also, 'getting ready' meant preparing a 50-item list of casual conversation topics
>You heard a knocking on the door, maybe Anon was home
>You'd told her to be home by 6:30, but maybe she got bored, or scraped her leg
>You teleport downstairs and pull the door open, expecting a potentially-crying little filly, instead seeing a cross-eyed pegasi on your porch, holding out a sealed envelope
"Oh, hi Derpy. You already brought the mail, is something wrong?"
>She hung her head in shame
>"Well, yes. ... I'm sorry Twilight, apparently a week or so ago a bit of my bag ripped and a letter addressed to you slipped between the felt interior and the outer cotton bag. I'm so sorry."
>You wave her apology with a hoof, then take the letter
"It's fine Derpy, everypony makes mistakes. How's Dinky?"
>"Oh, she's great, drawing a lot of pictures, she's got a real knack for art. Having a hard time with math though."
"Oh, well maybe Anon could tutor her? She's EXCELLENT at math."
>"That'd be nice, maybe we could discuss it later? I have to get home, I've got muffins in the oven."
"Sure thing, thank you for bringing this letter to me. It was nice seeing you!" 
>You open up the letter immediately; even though it was probably spam
>'Dear Miss Sparkle, your appointment for the astrolabe patent has been moved from the 7:00 on the fifteenth to 4:00 on the twelfth by the Unified Patent Bureau. We apologize for this inconvenience, but it was a necessary change due to unforeseen circumstances.' 
>'With Great Regret, Pencil Pusher'
>You look at the clock frantically
>3:22
>Fuck

>shitshitshitshitshit.png
>You teleported through the castle, collecting diagrams, charts, and your working model and throwing them all in a briefcase
>You weren't ready for this, you hadn't even made any flashcards!
>Shit, you needed Anon here right now, and you didn't know where she was
>Where would Anon logically be? Where did she spend her time alone?
>Aryanne's house? Sugarcube Corner?
>Wait... 

>You teleport into the Mare's Restroom at the General Store
>Anon was at the sink 'washing her hooves' (for Celestia knows how long), but you were 99% sure she just came to listen to the mares pee
>You'd have to talk to her about that later
>As soon as you blinked in, Anon fell back on her rump, quickly recovering and looking at you in anger
>"What the fuck Purple, you can't just teleport into a bathroom, that's fucked up!"
>You'd have to add cussing to that discussion
"It's an emergency, you need to come home right now."
>"Uh-uh, you said I could stay out until 6:30."
"Well, now I'm saying come home now."
>She just sighed in defeat, knowing she had no way of stopping this
>"I'm expecting a lot of Good Filly Points for this"
>With a *pop*, the two of you were in your living room
"Illberightbackdontmove!"

>In a moment you were standing on the porch to Parasol's house
>You knock furiously on the door until Parasol's dad answered, a yellow-maned guy with a blue mane in a buzzcut 
>His expression of annoyance turned to surprise rather quickly
>"Princess Twilight? Wha- Parasol's not supposed to foalsit 'til 7-"
>Parasol poked her head out from around the hallway corner, walking up next to her dad with a confused look. He decided to let the two of you talk while he went back to drinking or building ships in a bottle or whatever
>"Twilight, you told me I wasn't supposed to foalsit until 7. Did something happen?"
"It's an emergency, I was hoping you could come early to watch Anon?"
>"Well, I already have plans..."
"I'll pay you double."
>"Lemme grab my homework."

>Be Parasol
>Twilight had offered no explanation as to the schedule change, she'd just told you she'd be back at the regular time
>So now you were going through a closet, trying to find a game for the two of you to play for 3 hours while Anon moped on the floor, her head between the her forehooves
"Do you want to play Chutes and Ladders?
>"Pfft, as if, that game is pure RNG."
>You didn't understand a quarter of the words Anon said
>"Also, why are the bad decisions chutes? The slide is the fun part, it's like the game is advocating hedonism"
"How about Canterlot Checkers?"
>"...No, I want something actually GOOD."
>This was becoming infuriating
"Okay, what DO you want to play?"

>You stared at the board, trying to figure out what you could write with six vowels and a 'K'
>Anon's word choices were... unconventional, but you knew better than to get in an argument with the little filly
>So far she'd placed sage, noctis, cuck, anon, and weeb
>You'd never even asked for a definition, that probably wasn't a rabbit hole you wanted to go down 
>You sigh in resignation and gently place an 'O' underneath the 'S' in Noctis 
"So, two points"
>Anon giggles to herself, writing two notches underneath your score
>Saddle was hard

>Uneigh and Stallions of Catan had all gone smoothly, with Anon haphazardly adding new rules midgame that typically helped her win.
>It was getting a little dark, so you'd best get a move on
"That was fun Anon, but now it's time for dinner. What would you like?"
>Anon paused for a moment, hoof to her chin
>"Alfredo-topped fettucine and smoked hay, paired with a red wine, followed by brownies a la mode."
"Haha, good one, how about mac and cheese?"

>5 minutes later
"Okay, so I found the page in this cookbook. Will you eat it if I follow the instructions mom uses?" 
>"It's Twilight, and yes. Unless I don't like it."
>You sigh. No wonder Princess Twilight was paying you so much, nopony would put up with this for 10 bits an hour.

>10 minutes of careful cooking later
>You sat a bowl of Mac n' Cheese in front of Anon, anxiously awaiting her review
>The filly speared a trio of macaroni on her fork, looking at it inquisitively, then holding it close to her snout and sniffing
>She plunged the fork into her mouth and chewed once
>ohpleaseohpleasedont
>...
>"This is... acceptable."
>Oh thank Celestia
>She resumed eating, loudly munching down the cheesy pasta

>You check the temperature of the bath water with your hoof
>Ah, perfect. You wished you could bathe in hot water right now, but work comes first
>You trot back downstairs, where Anon had laid her head against the table, her third bowl of mac n' cheese finished 
>So much for 'acceptable'
"C'mon Anon, time to get ready for bed."
>She mumbled something incoherent. A full stomach made for tired eyes, your dad always said.
>You manage to sling her on your back and make your way upstairs
>Eventually you open the door to the bathroom
>It was at this point Anon decided to be rebellious
>"No no no!"
>She was always like this at bathtime


>Be Twilight
>Get out of the patent office, fuming
>'Three to four weeks to review your proposal', what a load of bullshit
>Well, at least you had your date to look forward too
>But you still felt like you haad forgotten something you meant to do...


>Parasol once again
"C'mon Anon, be a big filly. Look, you're dirty and smelly and Twilight won't like it if you go to bed like this"
>She clings to you tightly, looking down at the water with... fear?
"Why- do you- always have to make this so difficult??" you ask, trying to pull her off your body
>Eventually you manage to prod her off your chest and into the bath
>"REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!" she yells, thrashing about in the water
>This... this wasn't normal
>Anon quickly jumped out of the water, landing on the bath mat. She curled up into a ball, breathing slowly
>You lower your head to talk to her
"Is something wrong Anon?"
>"I- I can't go in the water"
"...Why not?"
>"I'll drown."
>You try not to laugh at her naivete
"Oh Anon, you can't drown in the bathtub, it's barely a foot deep!"
>"Well I..." she looks away from you
"It's all right Anon, you can tell me."
>"I'm afraid of water. Like big pools of it, not rain or cups or anything like that."
"Is there any reason why?"
>"A few days ago I nearly drowned, and I'm still scared."
>Well, that explained it
"... How about I get in first? Would that help?"
>Anon just nodded her head slowly
>You stepped into the bathtub gently, sitting down on your yellow-coated rump, enjoying the warmth seeping into your body
"See? The water can't hurt you. Besides, I'm here, and if you drown I won't get paid." You smile with your joke to make sure Anon didn't take it seriously
>She came to the edge of the bathtub, looking down at the water one last time
>"...O-okay."
>You pick her up under the shoulders and slowly lower her into the bath, noticing her eye twitching a bit at first
"Not so bad, huh?"
>Anon just let out a humming sound; well, not point sitting around
>You take some shampoo and gently massage her scalp, Anon cooing at the sensation
>Next you grab a cup of water and pour it over her head, making sure that none of the shampoo remained in her mane
>You poured a bit of body wash into a washcloth you had placed nearby, rubbing the fabric together until it was coated in soap
"Anon, could you stand up for a bit?"
>She obliged, and you gently rubbed her down with the cleansing rag, the filly shuddering a bit at your touch
>Her rump was quite dirty from sitting on the ground, so you spent extra attention making sure it was clean, with broad circular wiping motions
>You poured a bit more shampoo into your hooves and massaged it throughout her tail, being careful not to pull on it
>"Can I sit down now?" Anon asked in a bored tone
"Sure, I'm all done. I'll go get some towels."
>You put the hygeine products back on the shelf and grudgingly step out of the tub. You open a cupboard under the sink, reaching in and pulling out a pair of towels
>You dry yourself off quickly, your wings being the most difficult part, followed closely by your pink mane. You finish up by rubbing the water off of your snout
>After removing the towel from your face, you see Anon already out of the tub and drying herself off
"Well, you must be excited for bedtime"
>The look on her face said no.

>A couple of hours later, and you had finished your history essay; you'd have your dad proofread it later.
>You hear a door creak open, and see Twilight entering through the double doors
"Hello Princess Twilight, how was your night?"
>"Well, the patent bureau are a bunch of idiotic bureaucrats, but the date went wonderfully. How was Anon?"
"We had a lot of fun and she actually enjoyed my Mac and Cheese. She had a little trouble at bathtime, but we managed to get past that. Did you know about-?"
>"Wait, you got her to bathe? I've been trying for days, how'd you do it?"
"Well, I stepped into the bath first to prove it was safe, and she was okay following me in."
>"Well thank you, that was a huge help. Oh, here's your payment."
>She levitated over to you a rather hefty bag of bits; you didn't even bother counting them
"Thanks, it's always a pleasure. Say, could you teleport me home? It's a long walk."
>"Sure thing." she answered with a smile


>Be Anon
>Enjoying some group roleplay with a MILF and two hairy dudes
>"Your party is still 2000 gold short for the boat passage."
>Twilight sat behind the GM board oncemore, conniving new ways to screw your Rogue over
>So, just like in real life
>"Well, what do we do now?" Shining asked to no one in particular
>Discord decided to propose the first idea
>"Can we pimp out Cadance? Her market value must be quite high."
>"Discord!" Cadance yelled, clearly not amused
>"It's a COMPLIMENT, my dear. Your loveliness is literally golden."
>Shining was just glaring at the draconequis
"Actually, I second this idea. We're trying to save the country, so it's for the greater good. Also, the more graphic the descriptions, the better."
>"Oh, don't you start." Cadance replied
>The prostitution racket collapsed before it begun


>Eventually the group decided to search for treasure in a nearby cave the locals happened to know of
"I'm just saying, that seems suspicious. If it was easy, somepony would have taken it by now."
>"Maybe it's guarded by a dragon." Shinng answered
>Cadance was taking the front, leading the party through an ominous forest of dark trees with white light excuding from her horn. Which in your opinion was a bad idea, she was the squishiest and the light would attract attention.
>You decide to try and derail the quest
"Hey Shining, aren't dragons sentient?"
>"Yeah." he answered, "their Int scores are usually pretty high
"So we're killing a living being just so we can steal its possessions? And I'M the evil one?"
>"Well...." Cadance started, but was cut in by Discord
>"Well, I find this affair absolutely MORBID. As you all know, I'm 1/5 dragon on my mother's side. This is essentially a hate crime, and you're forcing me to murder my kin."
>"Discord, please." Cadance begged him, losing her patience rather quickly
"Yeah, we should contact a Dragon Advocacy group and-
>"QUIET BACK THERE OR I'LL TURN THIS PARTY AROUND AND WE'LL GO STRAIGHT HOME!"


>"As you enter the rocky lair, Cadance's horn fizzles out, its light quickly fading" Twilight said from behind her GM board "as the stones are imbued with crytalline mana, nullifying magic"
>"Okay, looks like we're gonna need to re-strategize a bit." Shining said positively
"Does this mean Discord and Cadance don't get a cut of the treasure? Because they aren't gonna be much help"
>With enough gold, you could free a plantation of slaves
>Then laugh as you forced them to work harder in a coal mine
>"I still have a +1 sling" Cadance quietly mumbled
"Oh, GREAT, you can throw rocks, that'll be super useful."
>"Well, I'm staying outside, magic is my whole schtick. Enjoy fighting all the battles for me." Discord conceded, waving a little French flag. 
>He spent the next few minutes devouring pretzels from the blue bowl in the middle of the table

>So now the three of you were stuck wandering a damp cave, water dripping from stalacites,  blue lines criscrossing the basalt walls
>Your imagination was pretty vivid
>"Hey Anon, why don't you scout ahead" Shining proposed. 
>He insisted on being the leader, and you weren't gonna argue while he had 150 pounds on you
"Okay, I Step Into Shadows and take the lead."
>Twilight rolled a dice.
>"As you sneak forward, a hoofstep causes a rock to compress, and with a hissing noise, a dart shoots out of the cave wall, plunging itself into your neck. As the venom enters your veins, your legs become numb."
>"Anon, why didn't you use Find Traps??" Shining asked in exasperation
"I forgot I could do that."
>You could feel him screaming internally
"Can I walk?" you ask Twilight
>"No, and it'll take six hours to wear off."
>"I guess I'll have to carry her, since all I can do is throw rocks." Cadance said sarcastically
>This session was getting worse and worse
>Traps were fucking gay


>Be Cadance
>This was fun, at first you didn't think you'd like it and just came to support your husband, but it had grown on you
>Anon joining had made things more... interesting
>At least it was important for her to have a loving family environment, as opposed to the abuse of her old one.
>"As you reach the darkest region of the cave, you are greeted by six Fallen Changlings, guarding a pile of bones and skulls. They quickly move in to attack" Twilight announced


>The six-minute battle consisted of Shining just hitting them with his sword while you constantly threw potions at him, with Anon piping in to complain, with the occasional jab about how bad you were
>I don't control the dice, little one
>Although Discord might, I'm not really sure

>"The corpses lay dead, clustered around a large pile of bones." Twilight explained
"Nonny, could you use Find Traps, please?" You knew she responded better to a gentle touch.
>"Uh, okay, I do that."
>"The pile houses no magical or physical trap or enchantment" Twilight answered from behind the board.
>"Well, I take a look through the pile." Shining offered
>"After many minutes of scouring, you find that the pile of bones is merely that- a pile of bones."
>"What? We came all this way for NOTHING??" Anon exclaimed
"Please stay calm Anon. This is just for fun."
"...So what do we do?"
>"...We leave the cave, and try to find another way to find the gold we need." Shining said, "Also, I use Lay on Hooves on Anon" 
>Twilight rolled a die. "As Lay on Hooves is not technically a magical spell, it is successful and Anon's paralysis is expelled"
>"You could have cured me THE WHOLE TIME??" Anon practically screeched
>"I forgot I could do that." your husband said with a smirk
>Anon's cheeks were reddening, the way Flurry's did before a tantrum
"...I think that's enough for tonight. We have some pumpkin pie, let's eat."
>It was at this point Discord decided to interject
>"Pi? Well, I am feeling rather well-rounded." he said, balloning in size to go with the joke
>Fucking draqon and his shitty puns 





>Be Anon
>Glimmer was going to teach you a friendship lesson tonight, but she wasn't here yet
>So you were sitting on the couch, twiddling your hooves and waiting for her to arrive
>Comrade Glimmer was okay, despite your differences
"When is she supposed to be here again??" you yelled through the castle
>"About ten minutes!" Twilight answered
>You heard a door slam open, then shut
"Glimmer! About time you- oh."
>Standing in front of you was some stallion with a black coat, teal-ish mane, and ripped body. In conclusion, a total Chad. Must be the stallion from that date. Now was your chance to cock-block. Or pussy-block, whatever.
"Uh.."
>He turns and sees you
>"Oh! Hey, I'm Thunderlane."
"...Who?"
>"Thunderlane, man... legendary Wonderbolt?"
>You shrug noncommitely
>"So, uh, you here to check out a book? Kinda late for that." he laughed nervously
"No, I'm Twilight's daughter."
>"I, uh, didn't know she had one."
"Mom doesn't talk about me much." You sit back down on the couch, "Y'know, there's no shame in raising your wife's filly". you pause, "although her last coltfriend didn't seem to okay with it"
>He sat down next to you, seemingly curious about Purple's past
"Yeah, I remember him- what was his name? Crimson Blitz? Anyway, he also said she was too controlling, like how mom wouldn't let him talk to any other mares or be out past 9. She also made him buy her lots of expensive jewelry and dresses. I got some presents too!" you giggled
>"Uh, anything else he said? Or Twilight made him do?"
"I remember him telling some friends that mom wasn't good in bed, but I don't know what that means. Does mom have a sleeping problem? I think they have medicine for that."
>Every sentence made his expression fall
>Twilight appeared on the banister, wearing a fancy dress and giving sexy eyes
>"Oh! Thunderlane! I'm all ready, do you want to leave now?"
>"S-sure." he said uncertainly
>Twilight gave you a little wave as she escorted her date out the door.


>Be Twilight
>Tonight had been AWFUL
>At first Thunderlane hadn't been responding to anything you said, but you assumed he had been focusing on the play
>Afterwards, he said that the two of you were 'incompatible' and that you should stop dating
>Now you laid on the living-room sofa, eating cookie dough ice cream and crying
>Did your rank intimidate stallions? What if your egghead sensibilities made you boring? Were you just too ugly?
>Your wings were small, your crotchtits tinier, and your eyes too big
>You had no coltfriend, Anon didn't love you unconditionally (...yet), and your parents spent way more time with Shining than you
>Why didn't anypony love you?
>You hear a door open, and Anon walked in cheerfully
>Where was Starlight?
>Probably getting plowed because she wasn't ugly like you
>"Heeey, that's my ice cream!"
"...Huh?"
>"That's my ice cream! You bought it especially for me, you said it was all mine!"

>You were eating VANILLA ice cream and crying, while Anon stood on the floor eating hers
>She didn't even use a spoon, she just shoved her snout into the carton and started happily eating
>Ice cream was more important to her than your feelings
>You sobbed a little bit more with that thought
>After a while, you took both cartons and put them back in the freezer, Anon slightly annoyed.
>"I wasn't finished!"
>You just pick her up with your left hoof and carry her upstairs
>"Hey- where're we going?" she asked indignantly, her hooves kicking just a little
"To bed. We're gonna snuggle all night long, and there's nothing you can do about it."



>Be Anon
>Today was a class field trip to the Fillydelphia Zoo
>You managed to get your permission slip signed while Twilight was dashing around getting things ready for some sort of expedition
>So now you were standing at the train station at seven in the morning, while Cherilee paired the class into buddies
>"...Scootaloo, you're with Apple Bloom, and Diamond Tiara is with Anon. Are there any problems?"
>The class was silent, waiting a moment before finding their buddies and beginning conversations. Diamond Tiara wound up finding you, walking to you cheerfully, and shaking your hoof in a friendly manner
>"Hi Anon, it's nice to meet you, I really don't know you that well, we never talk. Maybe now would be a good time to start?"
"Sure, sure. Hey, do you know if the zoo is big?"
>"Oh, I've been there plenty of times, it's really big. There's like a gazillion exhibits, and they're all big too."
>The two of you started discussing animals; you wanted to see the lions, while Tiara was fond of the exotic birds
>Eventually the train started pulling in, Cherilee nervously glancing around while the doors opened and the front of the class slowly migrated into the car
>"Oh! Class! Our chaperones are here!" 
>...Wait, chaperones? Nobody ever said anything about-
>Oh god. 

>You sat in the back of the car with Tiara, trying to slouch as far as ponily possible
>Twilight and Fluttershy were standing in the front of the car, facing the class behind Cherille, who 
>"Class, this is Mrs Twilight and-"
>"Miss." Twilight corrected her
>Dammit Twilight, you're not gonna find any suitors here, ya damn coltcuddler
>Knowing Purple though, nothing would surprise you
>"Well, Miss Twilight and Miss Fluttershy. They're going to be chaperoning you, so if you can't find me, come to them, okay?"
>Thank god, they took seats in the front by Cherilee instead of sitting back here with you
>The three of them started a friendly chat, and you eventually loosened up and did the same with your classmates 
>"Alright, does everypnoy have their buddy?"
>The entire class nodded while Cherilee turned to speak with the entrance booth
>You stood in the opening area of the Fillydelphia Zoo, Cherilee having handled handled the tickets, which were only 6 bits apiece because of their 'school group discount'
>Twilight was shuffling a pack of notecards she had prepared for the day, while trying to start a conversation with you
>"Y'know Anon, I actually captured some of the animals here, I can point them out to you."
>Kidnapping other creatures seemed to be her specialty
>"Alright class!" Cherilee announced, the entire class giving her their full attention, "We're going to split up into two groups!
>"This half of the class-" She pointed to your left, "will go with Twilight, while this half", she pointed to your vicinity, "goes with Fluttershy." 
>Thank god
>"Chaperones, you both know the plan? Meeting places, times?"
>Both of the mares just nodded
>"Alright, I'll see you all when we meet back here at 4."
"Wait, what are you gonna do?" you asked rebelliously
>"I, uh, have to get next week's classes ready"
>Suuuuuuure
>The class broke up, circling in around their assigned adults while Cherilee sneaked off to go get drunk
>You glanced over at Purple; she looked dissapointed that you weren't going with her. She gave a sad little goodbye wave, before ushering her group forward
>"Alright kids, let's get going..." she said sombrely, leading them down the path to the Jungle Habitat 

>Fluttershy knew a ton about animals, and genuinely enjoyed teaching you guys about them
>Plus she was really nice and considerate, making sure everyone was there and asking if anypony needed a break or to use the potty
>Her public speaking wasn't great, but y'know
>You came to a big, glass-domed savannah area, where several monsters of the same species roamed about
>"Well, these are manticores. They have the body of a lion, the wings of a bat, and two stomachs to-
>"Iths pooping!" Twist yelled out, pointed to a manticore crouching in a corner of the exhibit, brown logs exiting its posterior.
>The class began giggling hysterically like schoolchildren. You joined in, this was hilarious
>Dumb manticore, learn how to poo in loo
>Fluttershy grew indignant at this immaturity
>"Well, that's not very nice, the poor animal wants its privacy. How would you feel if-"
>"Now it's peeing!" Snips added, pointing oncemore
>It was minutes before the class stopped laughing 

>The two groups had converged together at the Critter Cafeteria for lunch
>The pizza you had bought was okay, nothing spectacular
>Now you and Diamond Tiara were sitting at a table, chatting about which animal you'd be while Scoots and Bloom were off doing god-knows-what
>They said they'd be back in a minute, probably to go use the bathroom or masturbate together or whatever
>The two were inseperable, really taking the buddy thing seriously
"I'm just saying, timberwolves are a lot cooler than rabbits."
>"It's not about who's cooler, which would you rather live as? Rabbits are far comfier."
"Good point."
>Then She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named scooched in next to you, sliding her tray on the table
>"Hey girls. Y'know it's funny that there's not enough tables here, you'd think they would have planned for lots of ponies."
>There were three empty tables RIGHT OVER THERE purple, we're not retarded
>"So how are the two of you doing? Everything okay?"
>"Yes Miss Twilight, we're doing great, we were just talking about which animal we'd be."
>We'll, I'd be an owl." She glances down at your plate, seeing the pizza, choccy milk, hay fries, and large ice cream sundae you had purchased. 
>"Anon, you know that much ice cream will give you a tummyache."
>You instantly glance around; thankfully nobody had heard that, except for Diamond
"These are my bits Purple, I can buy what I want." you glared a bit to cement your point
>"Y'know, you two are always welcome in my group." she offered, looking to both you and Tiara with a smile
"Uh... thanks, but we want the teams to be even."
>...
>Thankfully, Snips and Snails got into a VERY heated argument at that moment about whether or not spiders were bugs
>Twilight was all too eager to exert her chaperone authority
>"Hey! Snips, Snails, I told you to cut it out! I can send you to the lobby, you'd have to sit there all day while the rest of us got to look at all the animals!"
>Power really got to her head, no matter how small 

>After a long day of walking and listening, you were beat
>You stood at the front of the train station, talking to a couple of other fillies while Twilight and Fluttershy made sure none of them tried to escape
>The warm afternoon sun warmed your back, not quite uncomfortable but still detectable
>Eventually Cherilee returned, stumbling onto the platform, her canter a bit off and her tail looking ruffled
>Guess you weren't the only one who liked her MILF ass
>She took her position in front of her pupils, waiting for them to quit chatting and pay attention
>"Alright, class, the train should be here in ten-ish minutes. Do you all have your buddies?" She didn't sound drunk, at least
>Heads pivoted, every classmate checking to make sure the one other foal they were in charge of hadn't dissapeared
>Twist raised her hand, and Cherilee's expression visibly darkened
>"Mish Cherilee, I don't know where Shilver Shpoon is." 

>Cherilee and Twilight immediately went into panic mode, recounting the class twice before running back into the zoo at top speed as if hounded by death
>"FluttershyWatchtheKidswe'llFindSilverbye!"
>The class began theorizing what had happened to her
>You had tried to start a pot, with odds set for using the shitter, lost, kidnapped, dead, and turned into a bug
>But none of these thinskins wanted in, and Fluttershy gently shut you down.
>"Anon, please don't make a joke about this. Why, if anything happened to Silver Spoon, I would be devastated." she said in her dulcet tone
>It only took five minutes for Silver Spoon to be found, apparently she had gotten lost and was too dumb to read a map

>The train ride home had been nice; Twilight sat at the table with you to 'keep an eye on all the foals', but she didn't do anything embarassing like try to nuzzle you. Nobody really talked; the walking had been pretty tiring, and sitting down while the landscape passed by was so relaxing
>You almost nodded off a couple of times
>You were SO ready for a nap 

>Be Anon, sitting comfy in bed, moon illuminating your bed, the darkness expelled by a single candle
>"and both groups decided to play together every day. The End." Twilight finished, closing the book with a gentle thud
"Meh, the prose was nice but the subject matter was dull. 5/10."
>Twilight just shook her head at that, mane swinging a bit
>"Is there anything else you need?"
>You had your bedtime story, your glass of water, bedsheets firmly tucked in, the works.
"Nothing right now"
>You decided to broach the subject you'd been thinking about for a while, before she got up and left
"Hey Twilight?"
>"Yes, sweetie?"
"I think I should learn how to swim again. I mean, I don't know how to use these hooves very well, and I'd probably feel better in water if I knew how to swim."
>She kissed you on the forehead, eliciting an instinctive giggle
>"Sure thing Nonny, I'll schedule something for you." she said, heading toward the door and blowing out the candle
>"I love you Anon. Sweet dreams."
>You rubbed into your pillow and fell asleep quickly


>This wasn't what you had in mind
>You sat in a public pool early in the morning, oversized floaties hugging your forelegs while you clung to Twilight's back, the water's warm surface reaching up to your knees 
>Five other ponies had come to the with their foals, the children ranging from two to three years old, all in life vests
>A couple of the mares had given you weird looks; 'What the hell is she doing here?" was written all over their faces
>After a couple fo minutes, you heard a whistle blow, and turned to see a lifeguard , her sky-blue coat blending into the water, while her orange mane did the opposite. She looked strict but not mean, like a sports trainer
>"Alright, let's form a line!" The group hastily formed one near the pool's edge, the water about two and a half feet deep. 
>"I'm Riptide, and I'll be teaching this class. Since this is your first lesson, the main objective will be helping your children feel more comfortable in water". She gave you a confused look before continuing, "So let's start with raising!"

>'Raising' had consisted of the parent holding the foal up slightly above the water. 
>Twilight held you by your belly, and you held your head up, water reaching your chin. You heard splashing noises from the other foals, who were probably much easier to lift
>As part of themovement exercise, she'd put you on her forleg and bounced you up and down for a few minutes. Someone else's filly started crying halfway, the mare excusing herself and leaving the pool for a bit
>To distract you from this infantilizing experience, you imagined her breastfeeding in the family changing room, the filly quietly suckling while the mare sighed in relief, eager to empty the pressure in her tits 
>Good thing you couldn't get boners
>The semiaquatic upsies were definitely the highlight of the morning, although they weren't nearly as good as the normal kind 

>"Alright, let's finish with short paddling! We can't teach foals form at this age, so we're gonna instinct take over. Now, let your foal sit at arm's reach away from you Don't worry, the vest will keep them from drowning. Now let's try this out!" She blew her whistle again 
>Twilight pushed you off about two feet away, before extending her arms as if she were about to hug you and smiling
>"Okay Anon, swim to mommy! Swim to mommy!"
>Pretty much all the other mares were saying the exact same thing
>'C'mon sport, you can do it!" said the only stallion to his colt
>You waggled your back hooves through the calm water, a mere six inches above the pool floor. You didn't really know what to do with the forehooves, as scooping motions didn't work without hands. So you just kinda swung them in and out, like a long flurry of slow hooks. Pretty soon you were practically touching her barrel with your snout
>Twilight scooped you up and pulled you in, cradling you like a baby
>"Good job Nonny! That's a good filly!"

>Midmorning light blared through the windows of the locker room after you'd finished your swimming lesson. Twilgiht dried you off with a towel in the locker room, rubbing down your coat and mussing your mane before taking care of herself
>It was pretty quiet, none of the other mares really wanted to talk. Eventually Twilight led you outside, towels draped over her back, your floaties still snug around your legs
>A few other mares had come in before you left, actually here to swim and not stand in the kiddie part of the pool like a bunch of morons

>"So, what did you think? she asked as the two of you stepped onto the cobblestone road
"I'm not coming back until you get me a class that isn't for babies."
>"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought we should start from the beginning, y'know, begin with the fundamentals.
>Fucking bitch, she'd probably done this on purpose 

>Be Anon
>Drawing penises with red crayon on white paper
>They'd slowly gotten more detailed
>Twicunt was gonna flip when she saw these
>When you hear a knocking at the door
>You slowly edge up to it and look through the peering-hole Twilight had installed at your height
>You saw a quarter of hooves, with a large object surrounded by bubble wrap
>You open the door eagerly, curious as to its contents
>Maybe it was a present
>AS you open the door, you see a gray stallion with a hat and a clipboard
>"Is this the Sparkle residence?"
"Uh, this is the only giant castle in town."
>"Company policy. I work for Quills and Sofas, and this is the sofa she ordered. If you could sign here I can deliver this inside."
>He hands you a pen and the clipboard. You hold the latter in your hooves and write your signature with your mouth
>"Thank you, I'll get this inside"

>Inside, 2 minutes later
>The couch sat in your living room, next to the old one.
>Mr Deliveryman already left; you never got his name
>A couch covered in bubble wrap only elicited one response

"Hah ha ha ha!"
>You jump on the bed of the couch on all fours, little popping noises signifying the collapse of a bubble
>Bubble wrap was the best.

>Soon the bubbles on the cushions were all popped
>You sat on your hindquarters and tried to pop some with your hooves
>No dice, your filly muscles were to week
>What you needed was leverage

>After a couple of minutes you found the scissors
>You sat down on the cushions, facing the back
>You poked the first bubble you saw, and a little *pop* came out
Hee! *pop!* Heehee! *pop!* Ha!*
>This continued for several minutes
>You were working on the back when you head a door slam
>"ANON! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?" 


>She stormed over to you, fury in her eyes
>She saw the scissors and the bubble wrap and put two and two together
"Why are you mad Purple? I was just having fun, I didn't do anything wrong."
>She raised her eyebrow. 
>"Oh really?" she said, voice dripping with poison
>You saw her magically unveil the couch from its bubble wrap
>Apparently your scissors had penetrated the bubble wrap AND the couch fabric
>Little holes permeated the latter, ruining it
"...Fuck."
>That comment didn't help your situation
>As you were looking at your handiwork, Purple grabbed you by the scruff with her mouth, the damp sensation both comfortable and calming somehow
>You could hear disgruntled groans as you were lifted up, your legs dangling several inches above the ground
>"Stop squirming" she murmured through your fur coat
>She'd probably seen the penises too
>In hindsight, maybe not one of your best ideas 

>Twilight carried you upstairs to your room, every step swinging you a bit
>She dumped you unceremoniously on your floor, and you rubbed your rump
>"I don't know what I'm gonna do. I'll probably wait until Glimmer gets home to decide, and when that happens you're in BIG trouble missy. So for now, why don't you think about what you did today."
>She slammed the door behind her, and you could hear a faint clicking noise 
>"And don't try any of that rock-throwing business, I'm the only one who'll ever find it." she said through the door 

>Be Starlight
>Slam the Friendship Castle's main door behind you, exhaustion seeping throughout your body
>You hadn't taken another step before Twilight was upon you
>"Starlight! Heh, you're home! How was the friendship lesson?"
"I just went out for coff-"
>She wrapped her hoof around your neck and lead you toward the staircase
>"Well, now I have something even more important. Today you're going to learn about the importance of discipline."
"Wait, do you mean internal discipline, or-?"
>"Well, Anon vandalized my new couch and drew vulgar images today. She's thinking about what she did in her room, but I believe this requires... corporeal punishment."
>You just shrug.
"Alright, you're the mentor."

>You peered into Anon's room; she was laying on her back facing away from you
>You entered, closing the door behind you, and Anon just sighed
>"Whatever diabolical scheme you've planned Twilight, it's not gonna work."
"Well, you're wrong on two accounts."
>Anon rolls over to look at you, obviously surprised at your voice
"Anon, do you know what you have here?"
>She frowned. "I've been kidnapped and forced to stay here against my will." 
>What an ungrateful little twat. She came from abusive parents, but this somehow wasn't good enough?
"Anon, you've got everything. A loving family, comfy house, access to the medical equipment you need- why is it not enough?"
>...
"...Nothing?"
>"Go fuck yourself"
>This fucking filly
>You knew she didn't like you, but this?
"I think it's time you learned a lesson" 

>You sat down on the bed hard, and Anon shirked away
>You pulled her by the hips onto your lap, where she started kicking violently
>"No! No!"
>You held her down with your left hoof and swung your right hoof against her thick ass
>*SMACK*!
>"St-stop!"
>*SMACK*!
>"I-I'm sorry!"
>You hoof slaps into her round ass oncemore, the flesh bouncing a bit with the swing
>"I-I promise I'll be a good girl!"
>*SMACK*!
>*SMACK*!
"Bad filly! You're a bad filly, you need to be grateful!"
>*SMACK*!
>Anon started crying, the pitch rising with every spank
>Tears ran down her face, a few having dripped onto the carpet. 
>He soft, plushy rump was a bright red, and the crying hadn't stopped so far
"Bad! *SMACK* Filly!"
"Bad! *SMACK* Filly!"
>You gave her a few more slaps for good measure. You give her a short hug, and laid her back down on the bed.
>She was still crying as you left the room
>You felt a little guilty
>But Anon needed this. Twilight said so. 

>Be Twilight
>On your way up to Anon's room, you encountered Starlight on the stairs
>"Um, Twilight... do you think I was too hard on her? 
"I heard everything, I think you did fine. But next time, do a better job explaining what she did wrong, and why it was bad."
>Her head lowers an infinitesimal degree
"Relax, you did fine. I'm going up to talk to her anyway, this IS my job after all."

>You knock on the door, and failing a response (other than the sound of crying) you enter
>Anon was curled up in a ball at the center of her bed, her body wracked by sobs
>You sat on the bed next to Anon, and started rubbing her back in little circles with your hoof
"You're not a bad filly Anon." you said, creating a contrast between you and Starlight; you were the loving one in her eyes.
>Then you pulled her onto your lap in an upright position, holding her steady with your wings and making little shushing noises
"Shhh, shhh... you're not a bad filly. You just make bad choices...
...practically all the time."
>"I-I didn't MEAN to break the couch, I was just having fun."
"That's right, but you just didn't think it through. What's the lesson to be learned here?"
>More sniffling
>"...be more careful."
"That's right. But we still need to talk about the drawings." 

>You opened your wings out and held Anon at arms' length
"Do you think it's funny Anon? Drawing vulgar images for everypony to see?"
>"Yes." she slipped out before covering her mouth with her hooves
>You loved Anon, but goddamn something was wrong with her
"Hmmph. Well, I think we need to do something about that. Because I'm angrier about the drawings and your cussing, than I am about the couch."
>"I'm sorry, Twilight."
>Her eyes were red and face matted with tears, but you doubted this
"No you're not. You've been pulling this kind of crap for as long as you've been here. I don't know what I'm going to do with you." you sighed.
>Anon sniffled again, pulling a droplet of snot back into her nose. Her shoulders couldn't drop any lower than they currently sat
"I'm disappointed in you Anon. You're going to bed early- right now- without dinner."
>You got up and walked out the door, but you poked your head into the room one last time
"I love you Anon. Don't forget that."
>You closed the door, nothing more to say to her 

>Be Anon
>Adjusting your plaid skirt for the third time now, the tail-hole always twisting to the left
>Twilight had sent you to some kind of quasi-boarding school for the weekend
>You stared down at the wooden floor in front of you. This was such a waste of time
>Suddenly a yardstick (meters were for Comrade Glimglam) slaps you in the rear
>"A PROPER mare always holds herself high." said your headmistress, Upper Crust
>Gray mane contrasting her copper coat, the eyeglasses perched atop her snout only completed the egotistical look
>She peered over the rest of the fillies, four in total, only one known to you
>Oddly enough, Sweetie Belle was among them
>Hmm, you figured out of all the Crusaders, she'd be the best-behaved
>Maybe she'd developed a rebellious streak
>"Alright, it's dinnertime. Which means you'll learn some table manners." she said in her posh accent 

>You sat next to Sweetie Belle, trying to figure out which spoon to use with your soup
>This little one looked right
>You dipped it into the cream of spinach (yuk) and managed to suck it all down
>"A lady never slurps, avoid making sucking motions with your mouth."
>Seemed like you were the only one getting all this flak
>Meh, the soup sucked anyway. You'd just fill up on garlic bread
>As you reached across the table to pull a slice from a basket, Upper Crust practically gasped in shock
>"Your elbows are never supposed to go above the table, missy!"
"Look, I just wanna eat. Can't you just correct my mistakes afterwards?"
>"No, now put the bread back and retrieve it the proper way, as I taught you."
>The other fillies were watching, neither judgmental nor sympathetic
>You slowly placed the bread back, retracting your hoof carefully
"Sweetie Belle, could you please pass the bread basket to me?"
>"Why, it'd be my pleasure Anon."
>You took the basket from her hooves and placed it in front of you, grabbing a slice so daintily that Upper Crust would be proud, that is if she wasn't an arrogant bitch
>So she turned her attention on a different filly
>"Ruby, your bites are too large, you look like a pig!"
>Grateful of the respite, you leaned over to your only friend here and tried to start conversation
"Psst, hey Sweetie, why're you here? Did you light a trashcan on fire?"
>She just giggled at that quietly, covering her mouth with a hoof
>"No, my parents do this just 'cuz. Rarity did it when she was my age, and of course she gushed about how great it was, you know how she likes this stuff. So now I learn this stuff biannually. Why're you here?
"Twilight sent me so I'd stop drawing penises"
>"...Oh, that's... interesting." 

>Be Anon
>You walked through the streets of Ponyville, Twilight guiding you home
>And Twilight wouldn't stop calling you a cute
>"I'm sorry, but that schoolfilly outfit is so adorable on you! I should make you wear it more often!"
>God no
>You had a feeling the outfit was going to mysteriously disappear sometime soon
>"Why, when you get older the colts are gonna be ALL over you, why, during heat season you'll get-"
>Her cheeks got very red as she cut herself off
"Hey Twilight?"
>"Yes, my little cupcake?"
"Uh, Sweetie Belle invited me to a sleepover while we were 'bonding' Y'know, because it's a four-day weekend. Can I go?"
>She just smiled at that, a proud look in her eyes
>"See, I knew you could make more friends! Of course you can go." She tousled your mane, and you had to admit it felt nice
>In a flash, you skeddadled upstairs to pack your saddlebags before she changed her mind 

"F5"
>"Miss"
>Fucking BattleCarriage, such bullshit
"When's Apple Bloom getting here?"
>"I dunno, maybe Applejack gave her extra chores?"
>You had gotten used to her squeaky voice
"Well, let's hope she hurries"
>Scootaloo was off with Rainbow Dash in Cloudsdale visiting family or something
>"C3"
"Hit" you grumble, marking the carriage with a red pillar
>You stared at the board in contemplation. The game was almost over, you only had one carriage left 
>"D'ya like living with Twilight?" Sweetie asked out of the blue."
"Hehheh... suuuure."
>"Can I ask you something?"
"You just did."
>She scowled. "You know what I meant."
"Shoot."
>"Is it different? Because she isn't your REAL mom?"
"...What the hell does that mean? It's not like pushing a foal out of your vagina gives you both some sort of mystical connection."
>"...You're right, that was a dumb question. But, uh, does she still treat you like her own foal?"
>...
"...WAY too much."
>...
>"Y'know, me and the Crusaders have this thing called Twilight Time; we haven't done it in forever though"
"You've all been busy, and I typically burn through every ounce of patience Purple has.". You pause. "E4."
>"Miss. C4."
"*sigh* You sank my battleship." 

>Be Anon
>'Supervising' dinnertime preparations
>Rarity had offered to cook, but Sweetie Belle insisted you were big fillies
>Rarity looked relieved at that
>Daddy's little princess had probably never cooked before
>She was the secret sixth princess, her wings just hadn't grown in yet
"Okay, Apple Bloom, get two cups of 2% milk."
>"Ahn it!" she dashed to the fridge
>Apparently those fridges were lined with some sort of magic rock from the north that was always freezing
"Sweetie, go find some macaroni!"
>Whew, reading instructions off a box was hard.
>Apple Bloom held a milk carton in her mouth, dropping it on the counter
>Were cows sentient here? You thought you remembered somebody mentioning it
>For a moment of horror you wondered if it was pony milk
>But of course not, that was ridiculous
>Apple Bloom opened the carton and filled a black one-cup of milk by holding the container in her mouth and pouring
>She placed the carton back on the counter and picked up the cup with her mouth as well, pouring it into the large pot you had set up
>That filly was good with her mouth
>lewdsmile.png
>She repeated the process oncemore, and having finished her task she looked to you for direction
"Grab a stick of butter Bloom. Sweetie, where's that macaroni?!"
>Sweetie peeked out of the pantry, holding a plastic bag of foreign noodles
>"I couldn't find any macaroni, only these Orecchiette noodles!"
"They'll have to do."
>Apple Bloom popped out of the fridge holding a plastic container
>"Where's ya butter Sweetie? All ya've got is is Mar-ga-rine stuff."
>"Oh, right, Rarity doesn't use butter, she's afraid of getting fat."
"Doesn't she eat like a five-pound bowl of ice cream every other day?"
>Sweetie Belle just shrugged 

>"Mahybe it tastes better than it looks?" Apple Bloom asked
>The noodles had practically fallen apart when you tried to boil them
>The sauce was split into two parts, one a thick paste and the other practically pure milk
>And the margarine had given the whole thing a greasy finish
>In conclusion, nothing like the way Twilight made it
>"I'm not eating it first." Sweetie insisted
"Why not? It's just Mac n' Cheese."
>"What if we accidentally used, I dunno, cyanide or something?"
"Cyanide? Really? As if, you can't make poisonous pasta. Not without trying." you paused. "Apple Bloom, you eat it first."
>"Why me? Sweetie should do it, she's tha hostess"
>"Oh no, it would be rude to eat before the guests."

>10 minutes later
>The three of you had finally come to an agreement
>You all sat in front of a bowl of yellow mush
"On three."
>Both fillies nodded their heads
"One... two... three!"
>All of you took in a spoonful
>It was terrible, mushy and somewhat bland, the taste reminiscent of cheddar instead of...... yellow?
>What kind of cheese was Mac n' Cheese supposed to taste like anyway?
"...This is honestly disgusting."
>"Ahgreed."
>"Mm-hmm" Sweetie piped in
>"Well, what nauw?". 
>You were finally getting used to Bloom's stupid Southern accent
>"Don't worry girls, I have a back up plan." Sweetie said vaguely, then aimed her head toward the stairs
>"RARITY, WE WANT PIZZA!" 


>Be Anon
>Doing your nails with your BFFs
>Well, relatively
>Sleeping bags had been set up on the floor in Sweetie Belle's room
>Apparently she spent so much time here with her sister she had her own room
>She laid on a  personal sleeping bag with you and Bloom, even though there was a PERFECTLY GOOD bed right there
>The hoof polish was still drying as the sunset began to fade
>"C'mon Anon, tell us another one of yer scary stories!" Bloom asked
"Naw, I don't have one."
>"Oh, c'mon, puh-lease?" she pressed on
"Nope, I'm serious, I don't have any more"
>...
"Although..."
>"What?" Sweetie asked, her head popping up in anticipation
"Well... I DID find this weird thing in one of Twilight's filing cabinets."
>You pulled a sheaf of papers out of your saddlebags, essentially an SCP entry. You had written them with a typewriter, making sure that the contents were official-sounding, with word choice that was technical, but not so arcane the fillies wouldn't understand it.
"I think it's some sort of scientific report to Celestia. It's pretty creepy, and I don't fully understand it. Can you guys help?"
>"Sure!" Sweetie squeaked out, eager to read the forbidden knowledge
>You held the papers back and twisted a bit, as if you were about to return them to their holding-place
"Actually, no. I don't know what could happen if you read this. I shouldn't have gotten you involved."
>The two fillies looked at each other
>"Naw we hafta see it." Bloom declared
"Well- I- ... all right." You handed the papers to Sweetie, who began to read them aloud



Item #: SCP-132
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-132, hereby to be referred to as 'The Stable', is an anomalous building located  [REDACTED].  Area 132 was built around the structure, a wall of pure concrete twenty meters tall and five across, forming a perimeter of four kilometers perfectly square around the structure. The wall is to be manned by at least [X] D-class personnel and supervised by [X] Agents at all times. Entry into the Stable is only permitted by order of at least two Princesses; attempts to enter illegitimately are grounds for instant termination.

Description: The Stableis an upright barn-like structure composed of wooden planks painted red and white, roughly twenty meter by thirty meters. The only entrance is a set of double-doors comprising the front of the barn. The building is spotted with windows, each pointing toward a cardinal direction; although the windows are always open, it is impossible to see inside as within the window frames is only an inky blackness. Dark shapes, hereby classified as SCP-132-2, can be seen moving within, but have no identifiable features (ADDENDUM: One description of SCP-132-2 has been provided by [REDACTED]. See Document D-132-1). The Stable contains an unknown number of instances of SCP-132-2. The doors only open, or rather are opened, upon pony contact; trial runs with yaks, zebras, griffons, cows, and other animals have proven uneventful. Attempts to damage The Stable with long-range magic and ballistic artillery have proved inneffectual.

The Stable was initially discovered by [||||||||||]  on [REDACTED], who was investigating a Missing Pony Report. After backup arrived, three officers attempted to enter the structure, and all three were dragged within and presumed dead. Upon arrival, SCP personnel attempted to breach the building armed with Magitek gear, only to be dragged within as well; no rescue attempts have been made. Several experiments with animals and non-pony creatures were made before the project was shut down by Princess [REDACTED] , who enacted the construction of the wall. No further incidents followed.

Document D-132-1:
Dr. Thunder Cloud: Could you elaborate on what happened, after the other officers arrived?
[||||||||||]: We started talking, strategizing what to do. We decided that [REDACTED] should go in. We didn't know what was in there, so we were just going on a hunch. If we had any idea we never would've tried.
Dr. Thunder Cloud: What happened when they reached the door?
[||||||||||]: They never made it to the door. They were, I dunno, a few hoofsteps away, and it just swung open. Something pulled them in, but I barely saw it- or they? I dunno, but they pulled them in with things like hooves, but these didn't have fur, and some fleshy appendage-things extended out of the end They grabbed them by the legs and dragged them in. They also spoke- I heard words in some foreign tongue like nothing I've ever heard.
Dr Thunder Cloud: Could you repeat anything you heard?
 [||||||||||]: : I heard... I heard 'waifoo.' and 'Brï d'
Dr. Thunder Cloud: Is there anything else you'd like to tell us?
 [||||||||||]: : Don't- don't go in there. Don't try.
Dr. Thunder Cloud: Alright, thank you for you help. We know this has been a traumatic experience, so we've prepared an amnesiac
 [||||||||||]: Wait, you didn't say- hey!

 >Be Anon
>After Sweetie had finished there had been a moment of silence
>Then the other two fillies looked at each other and giggled
>"Tha' was a good one Anon! You had us going for a second!" Bloom said
"Wha- no. It's legit! See, it has Twilight's stamp at the bottom!"
>"We all know how good you are at forging documents Anon. She probably left her stamper lying around somewhere."
>"Yeah! And you used it on like a hundred blank pages."
"No, I- wait, who else thinks I'm good at forging?"
>The two just looked at each other, before Bloom answered
>"Ah'm pretty sure Cherilee knows."
>Rarity popped in, one of those sleeping masks tied around her head and over her horn
>"Girls, you need to go to sleep."
"...We're not tired." you meekly answered
>"Well, *I* am, and I can't go to bed until you're all tucked in. So hurry up, I need my beauty sleep."
"You need a hell of a lot more." you mumbled under your breath
>Thankfully nobody heard

>You and your friends were now whispering in the dark
"So if Cherilee knows, why hasn't she confronted me about it?"
>"She's probably just waiting for the next Parent-Teacher Conference" Sweetie answered, her voice noticeably drowsier
>Wait, Parent-Teacher Conferences?
>Turns out you were the only one going to bed scared shitless 

>Be Twilight
>Anon rode atop your back as you passed shops and businesses in Canterlot's Merchant Square
>Anon had given off an 'oy vey' sound upon seeing the sign
>You honestly didn't understand your little pumpkin sometimes
>You felt Anon adjust herself so that her hindquarters sat atop your rump, her tail mixing with yours
"Alright Anon, what are you going to do today?"
>"I'm going to behave myself."
"I need you to promise it."
>"...I PROMISE I'll behave today."
"Very good." you said with satisfaction
>Anon could be deceptive and manipulative at times, but her promises were typically worth something

>Eventually the two of you stood in front of the crown jewel of the capital, the Canterlot Castle
>The guards let you in without a word, knowing you by sight.
>As you neared the main doors, a mare with a copper coat, brown mane, and reading glasses covering her green eyes came up to you, looking eager to please
>"Your majesty, I am Paper Pusher, assistant to Princess Celestia, who instructed me on your arrival. She's waiting for you in the Day Court, and asked me to prepare this for you." She handed you a manila folder. "Here's a dossier of relevant information for your meeting"
"Thank you, your service here has been invaluable. But could you do me one more favor?"
>"Well, most certainly, Princess." Paper Pusher stood a bit more upright, eager for whatever important mission she was to be assigned
>You sat down on her haunches, sliding Anon off your back
>She landed on your rump with a little *bump*, and you immediately stood up
"Could you watch my filly for me?"
>"W-well of course."
"Thanks. It won't be for long, and she promised to behave herself." 



>Be Anon
>Sitting in a medium-sized office, light streaming in through a large window behind a mahogany desk
>Paper Pushed sat behind the desk, filling out endless hordes of paperwork
>You'd already eaten half a bowl of those peppermints secretaries always had
"I'm bored."
>No response
"I said I'm bored."
>Paper shredders hadn't been invented yet, so they couldn't try to distract you with one
"I'm bo-ored."
>Paper Pusher set down her quill loudly, and answered in a venomous tone 
>"Well, what would you like to do?"
>You stroked your chin for a moment
"Can I go exploring?"

>"And you'll notice this hallway is lined with tapestries depicting the early history of Equestria and the surrounding lands. Some of these date back to the Mane Dynasty-"
"Mmhmm, hey, are there any secret passages behind them?"
>You pulled one away from the hall with your hoof, but you only saw stone behind it
>Almost instantly Paper Pusher was on you, pulling you away from the glorified rug
>"Do you- why- these artifacts are HUNDREDS of years old!"
"Wow, that's almost as old as you!"
>Okay, that was kinda mean.

>Paper Pusher guided you through several more wings of the castle, obviously less enthused than before
>"...and afterwards this wing had to be rebuilt, which took nearly three years. Any questions?"
"... ...I need to use the potty."
>"WHAT? You just went, I stood outside! I listened to you pee!"
>What a degenerate, fetishizing a helpless foal
>disgust-safe.png
You smiled at her. "We little fillies have small bladders." 


>After a refreshing urination, you head out with a slightly-pissed Pencil Pusher
"-the original stone was mined from quarries just north of here, but modifications using Saddle Arabian ore..."
>She sounded far less enthused than before
>You weren't attention, you were staring at the floor, trying to avoid breaking yo momma's back
>Although Purple could probably use some physical pain
>"...masons... ... ... years..."
>You look up, wondering why Pencil Pusher was getting so quiet
>Only to realize she was nowhere in sight
>Wait, where'd she go?
>She had headed down that hallway to the left, right?
>You pursued; surely you'd catch up in no time
>The hallway turned to your left, and you wound up in some kind of kitchen, with servant ponies idly making a cake
>You tugged at a baker's coat, hoping she could help
"Uh, I'm lost did you see a stuck-up mare head down here by any chance?"
>"Oh, I think I saw her go down that way" she said, pointing down the hallway perpendicular with your entrance
"Thanks!
>You bursted down the corridor, passing a balcony with the most beautiful garden you'd ever seen
>Pencil Pusher was nowhere to be seen
>You were totally gonna get blamed for this
>'Anon, you promised you'd behave yourself, then you run away from your blah blah blah.'
>Well, if you were already gonna get in trouble...
>Maybe you could
>You had a funny feeling. Like there was an imperceptibly small draft coming in
>You trot over to a tapestry depicting Discord running rampant, towns burning and clouds dispelling some kind of... rust? Dried blood?
>Maybe he should try that in your next Ponyfinder game
>You poked your hoof behind it and lifted, peering towards where the tapestry SHOULD meet the wall
>But behind it lay a small corridor of a dark stone, with a clockwise staircase visible towards the end
"I fuckin knew it."
>Paintings were always hiding secret passages 


>After a few round staircases the passage stopped in a dead end 
>Either somebody had sealed off the passage, or there was a hidden button
>You scramble around on your knees, the darkness of obscuring your vision.
>You began pressing stone blocks down and in, hoping one was some sort of a switch
>But not like those ones that shot poison darts in Raiders
>After several moments of searching, you found nothing
>What a disappointment. Just like everything else in your life
>You punch the barricade with your hoof in anger
>And hear a tiny *crick*
>You punch it again, harder
>The blocks cave in a bit, and you could see a room behind it
>Whoever sealed this passage did a really shitty job
>You kick another time, and manage to shimmy through the little hole you made
>Inside was a dark room, with some sort of luminescent diamonds sprinkled across the black roof. No windows existed here, likely to keep out the sun. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a wardrobe and a desk. In the center of the room sat a large four-poster bed
>Then you saw the bed get up 


>A mare's head popped out from under the sheets
>Her head swiveled around sharply, as if she had just risen from a pleasant nap
>Thankfully, you were so short that the bed hid you from her view
>"Who goes there?"
>The pony hopped out of bed, her horn emitting a bright beam of light. You recognized her as Princess Luna, the one you nearly vomited on at that one party
>She eventually saw you, and turned, the bright light nearly blinding you
>"Who- wa- oh, a filly." she sighed in relief, turning down the headlights. Eventually you managed to open your eyes and stare a bit
>You never noticed before, but damn, she was thicc AF
>You should mention it, girls like compliments
>"Is something the matter?"
>...
"You have a big butt."
>She just looked aghast at that, then turned to look back at her ass, then back at you
>"Well, t'as been a while since my last voyage to the gymnasium, but- that comment is uncalled for! Where art thou manners?"
>You stayed quiet
>"Wait, I know thou! You're Princess Twilight's charge! But what art thou doing here?"
"...I swear it was an accident." 

>Luna guided you through the halls of Canterlot Castle
>Like with Pencil Pusher, but without the history
>Haha, she must be going into conniptions
>"So, where art thy mother?"
"TWILIGHT's supposed to be with Celestia. In the Day Court I think."
>"Hmm, well, I suppose they don't want to be interrupted."
"Yeah, she hates it when I do that."
>You didn't mention that you loved doing that
>"Well, I suppose we'd better find a way to entertain ourselves."
"Don't you wanna go back to sleep?"
>"I cannot return to my realm after I've woken up."
>You scratched the back of your head in embarrassment
"Heh... sorry."

"So you sleep in the day because you're nocturnal?"
>"Aye."
"Do you like your job?"
>" 'Tis my purpose in life, and I find it most rewarding. I cherish helping my little ponies, as repentance for mine mistakes."
"Why do you talk like Lady Macbeth?"
>She didn't even acknowledge your foreign reference
>"I spent a millenium on the moon alone. I'm not up-to-date on the 'lingo' the kids are using at present."
"Why?"
>"Thou hast an inquisitive mind."
>You scrunch your face up at her
"That's not an answer."
>"...Well, my sister banished me to the moon after I... misbehaved. Honestly, I deserved it."
>...
"Yeah, I had a rebellious phase once. Back when I was-"
>Instantly the collar shocked you, worse than it had in recent memory. You collapsed on the floor, legs twitching as too many volts coursed through your body
>Your eyes were mostly shut in pain, but you saw Luna looking down at you with a miserable expression
>Eventually the electricity faded down to a warm sensation on your neck
>Luna pulled you up by your hoof, and you managed to get to your feet steadily
>"Is there anything I can do? Fetch a glass of water? I could put you on my back-"
"No, no. I'm okay."
>tfw you really weren't 


>The two of you just kept walking
>Luna seemed like she wanted to talk, but couldn't screw up the courage to start
"...So, where are we going?"
>"...We're almost there."
>Yay for cryptic answers
>Eventually you rounded a corner, and stepped out into the bright sun, shielding your eyes for a moment
>The lawn was grassy, with patches of flowers grown on dirt mounds, separated from the grass with concrete rings
>Without either of you speaking, you head up to a tall hill at the edge of the courtyard
>Looking over the iron-wrought balcony, you can see all of Canterlot, ponies looking like little ants from up here
>Well, the half that wasn't behind you
>You turned, and Luna was resting in the shade of a large maple tree
>You walked over to join her, a nap sounded great right now
>Not that you needed one, naps were for babies
>You rested your head against the strong wooden trunk and closed your eyes, enjoying the warm breeze grazing your face and blowing through your mane
>You dug your hooves deep into the ground, feeling the grass touching up nearly to your ankles
>You opened your eyes slightly and saw a pair of butterflies hovering around a patch of flowers in the distance, occasionally dipping down to suck some nectar
>All in all, a paradise
>"This is a good place to talk." Luna said in a somber tone
>Wait, did she mean it like 'talk' or 'Talk'? 

>"Anon, thou hast some... unusual dreams."
>Was this your salvation? Had somebody finally put two and two together?
>"They are of a nature not appropriate to fillies. I note that many of them are of a... sexual end."
>Welp, guess not. Shit
>"Now, Twilight has made me aware of your situation, and I deeply apologize for what your former family did to you. "
>Your collar was warming up
>"And I was thinking we could discuss the possibility of dream-based therapy?"
"...no thanks, Big Brother, I don't want any more ponies trying to screw around with my head."
>"Oh."
>A moment of silence.
>"Well, I have also perceived many regarding... hominids. I know for many foals the idea can be embarrassing, but such thoughts are perfectly normal; many ponies have si,ilar... fantasies. Why, one mare in your village dreams of them every night!"
>You already knew which one, she tried to recruit you into her cult
>"So just... don't be afraid to talk about thy problems with others. THere are lots of ponies that care about thou." 
>Be Rolling, Head chef for the Castle Kitchens
>Your team had just finished Celestia's last order for a dozen cakes
>Maybe when she had a heart attack you could retire
>You hear some bumps and a few 'excuse me's behind you, and turn to check who was disturbing your kitchen
>A little green filly with a black mane and a question mark for a cutie mark stood before you, holding a square of paper and looking for whoever was in charge
>Which would be you
"Is zer something you needed?"
>She looked up at you with an expression of pride
>"Princess Luna wanted a cake, and she sent ME down to order it."
>You'd get these requests every couple of days, but usually from a mare-in-waiting or something
"Odd zat Luna would send a little filly. Do you even work here?
>"Yessir, I'm an intern."
>God, this place was overstaffed
"Alright, tell me the order."
>She looked down at her scrap of paper, her face scrunching as she tried to make out the handwriting
>"She wants an eight-by-eight- that's INCHES- chocolate base with raspberry interior cream and vanilla frosting, with a message inscribed on the top"
>...
"Vell, vat is ze message?"
>She cleared her throat
"I am a booger-eating poopy-face and I'm stupid." she giggled a bit
>Fuckin pranksters, who let these foals in?
>You shoved out through the door she came in
"Out! out! I have no time for your shenanigans! 
>"No-no, really! She needs it!" she said, still giggling
"Don't come back!" 
>You shoved her out the door
>Damn punks

>30 minutes later
>You had just been checking the day's timetable, ensuring that the schedule was being met
>Which of course it was, your staff was impeccably efficient
>Then you realized the kitchen was quiet. Too quiet.
>Out in the main kitchen stood Princess Luna, looking... displeased
"Oh! Princess Luna! Eet has been a while since you 'av graced us with your presence. What is the occassion?"
>"I was wondering where mine cake was."
"I- vat cake?"
>"I sent an order down with a green filly over a half-hour ago, and heard that thou hadn't even begun. Did the courier arrive?"
>She didn't look angry so much as vexed. 
>It was little consolation.
"Vell, yes-"
"Did an accident happen? Equipment malufunction?"
"Vell, no-"
>"Then why did thou ignore me? Surely thou would respondeth faster if my SISTER were to request one."
>You wanted to tell her that the order was batshit stupid, but you'd have to be even stupider to say so
"I apologize, Princess. We assumed the order wasn't yours."
>She turned to leave, with only one last statement
>"Hmm. Well, it would be in your best interest to hurry."
>...
"Vell, everypony get to work!"



>Be Anon
>Standing in a narrow alleyway with Luna
>She was WAY cooler than her sister, and leagues above Twicunt. 
>She wore a brown cloak, disguising her from passerby's perhiperal vision, but there was no way of masking her height
>She was no manlet, that's for sure
>Sneaking here without being noticed had been QUITE a challenge, mostly scouring through in the gaps between buildings, occassionally partaking in small bouts of flight to hop over barriers
>Would've been way easier if she hadn't adamantly refused to go through the sewers
>'Such places are not befitting a princess'

>You poked your head out, looking at the square beyond
>A fountain sat in the middle of the courtyard, which held about 20 ponies at any time, many of them moving this way and that to get to their destinations
>You checked the bag one more time, making sure a hole hadn't emptied the cargo out onto the streets or anything
>Inside were about three hundred iron coins painted gold, each one looking very similar to a bit; Only close inspection would reveal they were fake
"Okay, start the plan... NOW"
>Luna levitated the bag into the fountain, quickly emptying the bag's contents with a jangling noise before dropping it near the fountain; pulling it back would increase the chances of being spotted
>Either nobody had noticed the bag, or nobody cared
>"This seemeth a bit cruel. Why can't we use MY ideas?"
"We will, we will."
>She looked at you funny
"We just need to save the best ones for last!"
>That perked her up, and the two of you watched the fountain, waiting 

>You didn't have to wait long, as a mare passed near the fountain, and noticed the pile of fake money
>She practically dove in, scooping as much as she could between her hooves and dropping it on the ledge surrounding the pool. Hooves really couldn't hold many coins at once, though.
>A couple of nearby stallions noticed this, and quickly ran up to join in, practically pushing the mare out the way
>Soon a small crowd had gathered around the fountain, fighting tooth and hoove for the bounty while water doused their coats and clothes
>"I FOUND IT FIRST!"
>"THAT WAS MY PILE!"
>"LEGGO!"
>One stallion was elbowed in the gut hard, and one mare had knocked another into the deepest portion of the fountain so she could grab three 'bits'
>You couldn't stop laughing, and Luna giggled hesitantly as well
>They'd figure it out soon, right? They couldn't arrest you for introducing forgeries into the market, you had a Princess here.
>"WAIT A MINUTE, THESE ARE FAKE!" a mare yelled, holding a coin up above the group's heads
>...
>...
>After an awkward silence, all the ponies began brshing themselves off, picking back up discarded hats and scarves, pretending as if a few hundred bits hadn't turned them into a pack of zebras chimping out


>Be Paper Pusher
>Running around the castle like your life depended on it, when in reality it was only your job
>Shit, why did you always get the hard work? 
>Suddenly you heard a loud thumping noise towards your right, like something heavy fell down a flight of stairs
>delayed_shock.gif

>You bursted out into a massive chamber, typically used for the Grand Galloping Gala. An exquisite (and expensive) chandelier hung overhead, with beautiful and intricately-crafted windows letting light shine throughout the empty room. A grand staircase two floors in height stood below you, and you peeked over its edge
>At the bottom of the stairs lay Anon, her legs spread out in an unnatural angle, and her head pressed on its side against the marble floor. Her body was completely still, without the expansion and contraction that came with breathing. Drool poured out the side of her mouth and onto the ground, and her eyes were closed, the filly undoubtedly unconscious- or worse.
>You weren't getting that raise. 

>What were you going to do? 
>You slowly stepped down the staircase, checking to make sure the ballroom was empty
>No witnesses
>Maybe you could hide her body, make it look like a custodian did it
>No, that wouldn't work
>Hmmm... how to blame it on the filly?
>' *Sniff*... I'm sorry Princess Twilight, she *sniff* ran off after I warned her about the staircase, she wouldn't *sniff* wouldn't LISTEN.'
>It was your only hope
>You reached Anon's body, and after a moment of hesitation, prodded it with your hoof
>At that moment the corpse came to life, rolling onto its back and laughing uncontrollably, crossing its front hooves over its barrel
>"HAHAAHAHAHAHA!"
>From behind a dresser you heard softer laughter, and saw Princess Luna leaning over its top, pointing and giggling
>"Th-thine face!"
>Relief and anger flooded into your brain, the former overwhelming the latter
>At least you probably weren't gonna lose your job
>It was several moments before they calmed down enough to talk
>"I told thee mine would be peerless!"
>"And you said MY pranks were mean?? Hypocrite!"
>Cue another round of laughter
"I- I-"
>Eventually they stopped for real, Princess Luna wiping a stray tear from her eye
>"'Tis time for me to go Anon, I have very important matters to attend."
>"Heh, well, let's do this again sometime, Moonbutt."
>Shit, you'd never heard anypony talk to a Princess this way. Not in front of them, at least
>"Verily and farewell, Mint-Chocolate-Chip"
>The Princess flew off, probably to masturbate
>After she was gone, the filly got all uppity and whined at you, like she hadn't just run away
>"I'm bored now. Hey Paper Pusher, you never finished giving me that tour. You're not very good at your job, are you?" 

>Still Paper Pusher
>You'dalmost finished the tour, thank god
>Anon wouldn't stop ASKING QUESTIONS, and of course they were all annoying and/or obnoxious
>You led her through a storehouse, sharing greetings with ponies you passed. The walls were stacked with shelves of various foods, canned and bagged and boxed. There were also gallons and gallons of water, and a locked room that supposedly held metric tons of cake
"And this is the primary Pantry. This is where we store our emergency food supplies, they were used a few years ago during a famine to feed the citizens of Canterlot- what are you doing??"
>Anon was pushing aside containers, peering through plastic and glass, and reading the names on boxes
>"Looking for food."
"If you want food, let's just go back to the kitchen!"
>She visibly paused, as if recollecting a memory
>"No, I don't want to." she said flatly, and went back to searching
>What a spoiled brat
"You're not supposed to do that!"
>"Bingo!"
>She pulled out a plastic box filled with chocolate-chip cookies, and worked on opening the sealed lid
>You pulled the box out of her hooves and held it high above your head; Anon may be higher on the totem pole, but you were still taller
>"Hey! Give it back!"
"Mm-nmm young filly, dinnertime is soon and I'm not letting you gorge yourself on these sweets and grow a chubby tubby"
>Her ears drooped and defeat and face fell
>Then they perked right up
>"If you don't give me the cookies I'll tell Mom you were mean to me."
"I'm sorry, WHAT?"
>"If I'm not biting into delicious chocolate chips in the next minute I'll tell Twilight that you yelled at me and said I was dumb and dragged me around by my ear."
>...
>...

>Two boxes lay empty on the floor, a container of snickerdoodles having caught her eye. 
>Anon lay on her back, crumbs splattered across her muzzle and tummy enlarged by the feast
"Are you done?"
>Little shithead
>"Mmm-hmm. ...Now carry me back upstairs."
>At least this torture was almost done 



>Be Anon, sitting comfy on Paper Pusher's back as she climbed another flight of stairs
>It had been an okay day
>But your new slave wasn't meeting expectations
"Hey, can you quit shaking so much down there? I can't relax if you keep wobbling like a paraplegic"
>You could hear her snort and mumble something under her breath
"What was that?"
>"Nothing, Anon."
"Call me Princess. PRINCESS Anon." you corrected her, putting emphasis on your title.
>"Yes, PRINCESS" she answered, her voice venomous
>Was there a word for being daughter of a princess? Grand-princess?
>You'd just make one up, after you had finished suffering through this bumpy ride
>Twilight was way better at this piggyback thing, she knew how to relax her shoulders and keep her hoofsteps regular
"How much are you getting paid? Either way it's too much."
>More grumbling from the peasant. You should petition to bring back whippings
>It was so hard to get good help these days

>You eventually ran into Twilight near the entrance
>She was finally done, thank god. How did she manage to sit through so many boring meetings?
>Paper Pusher unceremoniously dumped you onto the floor, barely even looking at Purple before trudging off
>"She's all yours."
>Twilight glanced back at her, clearly suspicious of you
>You got up onto your hooves, wiping the crumbs off your face before Purple could notice them
>"Anon, what did you do?"
"Nothing, she just said she didn't like foals, they were too loud and messy."
>That answer satisfied her, and she walked over and put her head under your rump, sliding your down her neck and onto her back
>Maybe you'd never have to use your legs ever again
>The ultimate level of NEET 
>"Did you have fun Anon?"
"Eh... a little." 



>Be Twilight
>Anon was complaining more than usual
>"I'm huuungry, I wanna eat!"
"Anon, I told you, we're eating with Granddad and Grandma tonight, we're almost to the resturaunt, just wait fifteen minutes. Please."
>"I can't wait that long! I'll die, and then you'll be SO sad, and FPS will come and arrest you forever." she said in her whiny voice
>You loved Anon, but she could be a real prick sometimes

>You entered the Le Coq Au Vin, hoping you weren't late.
>You approached the host directly, his moustache obnocious-looking
"Hello, I'm with the Night Light party?"
>His expression was professionally blank, and he gestured to your left with his hoof
>"Right this way, Madame Sparkle."

>He led you down to a table where your parents sat, Mom laughing at some sort of story or joke Dad had told her. His face lit up as he saw you around Mom's head
>"Twilight! Anon! Glad you're here, we were afraid we'd have to drink the whole bottle by ourselves!"
>Mom nudged him with her elbow, as if mentioning alcohol in front of a foal was taboo 
>Not that you wanted Nonny drinking
>You climbed onto the high-backed chair, opening the large leather-bound menu
>Anon had to shake a bit to build enough momentum to climb onto her chair
>She was such a cute 


>Be Anon
>Those cookies had not been filling
>You should've eaten THREE cases
>After managing to climb up to you seat, you opened up your menu, forced to stare down at it on the table as you couldn't reasonably hold it between your small legs
>The table was all fancy, shiny cutlery on napkins and those little glasses of water you get before ordering
>They probably didn't serve hayburgers or nachos
>The adults were talking about boring adult things, like work. You just kept staring at the menu, trying to find something edible
>You had thought about ordering the most expensive thing possible, but then you realized all the high-priced stuff was disgusting, with nasty mushrooms and shit
>Eventually you found a fifteen-bit plate of spaghetti, a dish you actually recognized
>You poked Twilight in the side until she looked down at you
"Hey. Hey."
>"Yes, Anon?" she asked, obviously annoyed at the interruption
"I want this." you said, pointing down at your selection
>"... ...that's wonderful Nonny. But I'm in the middle of a discussion right now, can you wait until we're done, sweetie?"
>Fucking bitch, when you're a parent your kids are supposed to come first. 

>Still Anon, staring down at the tablecloth
>You wish they had crayons and a sheet of those little puzzles restaurants would sometimes hand out
>You'd make that maze your bitch
>"So Anon, how do you like living with Twilight?" you heard Night Light ask
>You pop your head up, and realize that you hadn't directly talked to your 'grandparents' yet
>You look to your left and see Twilight giving you a smile
>She was trying to bait out an answer she wanted, but you weren't sure if she was trying to be reassuring, or if there was a threat implied in her expression
>Probably both
>You felt your collar warming up a bit, and you tugged at it. There was no point, as it fit around your neck perfectly
"Uhh... I like it a lot. She's very nice to me."
>Velvet smiled gently at you
>"Well, that's what we like to hear. I know you've had a... difficult time in the past."
>Wait, what was that other lie Twicunt was telling other ponies? Not the seizure one.
>Oh yeah, something about your old family beating and sexually abusing you
>The latter was actually genius; if you were going around cussing and making lewd comments, it would reflect on her parenting
>This way she wouldn't be judged for your vast assortment of hooker jokes, it was your 'old family''s fault
>Twilight put her arm around your tiny shoulders
>"Well, she definitely deserves it."
>She was in nuzzling range, and for a moment you thought she would go in.
>You were both relieved and disappointed

>Be Anon
>Sitting at a table in the too-fancy Le Coq Au Vin
>"No, Mom, I don't have a coltfriend."
>"Well, you should hurry up and find one, I don't want you becoming an old maid!" Velvet laughed a bit at that
>"Why do you care so much? You already have a grandfoal, just spoil HER."
>Being spoiled sounded good
>After all, nobody was allowed to leave your REAL grandma's house on an empty stomach
>...
>... What did she look like, again?

>The waiter was finally here, thank god. You were gonna die soon.
>"'Av' you made your decizions?" he said in a fake-sounding French accent
>"Yes, we'll take the Mushroom Risotto, Baked Ziti, Greek Pasta, and the Spaghetti." Night Light answered
>"Very good. Would you like a wine with that?"
>"Yes, we'll take a bottle of Chardonneigh." He closed his menu at that.

>854
>Pairing a white wine with pasta dishes
ISHYGDDT

>The waiter set your respective dishes in front of each of you, the plates composed of fine china
>That's weird, you don't remember Night Light specifying who wanted what
>Did he just assume your order?
>In the middle of the table he placed a metal tin, filled with ice and a fancy-looking bottle
>You had only drunk wine from a box, maybe this was your chance to live the high life.
>You decided to play dumb and hope for the best
>Maybe Equestria was like Ireland and the kids were drunkards too
"What's that?" you asked with your cutest face
>"Wine." Night Light answered, grabbing the bottle and popping off the cork
"Can I have some?"
>"Ah... when you're older."
>You turned to the waiter indignantly
"Well, what else is there to drink?"
>You weren't gonna have water, that was for suckers


>You took another swig from your juice box, the taste of apples flowing through the bendy straw and onto your tongue
>Damn that was some good juice
>You picked up a fork and poked at your entree, sifting through the sauce
>It was all chunky, cut tomatoes everywhere in the sauce
>You grabbed a breadstick while everyone else dug into their meals happily
>After a minute Purple realized you weren't touching your spaghetti
>"Is something wrong Anon?" Twilight asked, sensing your disdain
>She looked down at the plate and back to you, her eyebrows furrowing a bit
>She quickly replaced her expression with a happier one, and raised her tone to just below jovial
>"Oh, I know that look. You need to use the potty."
"Wha- No I don't!"
>Your bladder was pretty much empty, what was she- oh
>"Well, why don't you just try?"
>Knowing it was inevitable, you hopped out of your seat
>She nudged you towards the lobby for a little 'talk'


>Somehow the lobby was empty; the host was likely ushering tha last group to their table. The quiet was a little disconcerting.
>Twilight didn't seem angry, just exasperated
>Well, a TEENSY bit angry too
>"What's wrong now Anon? Why won't you eat?"
"It tastes terrible, the sauce is all weird with little tomato bits. Why can't they just make it out of a can like normal people?"
>"Normal PONIES, Anon. Ponies." she corrected, "And that food wasn't cheap, it would be very rude to not eat it."
>Joke's on her you don't care about manners
"No. It's gross."
>"Well, you can't just eat breadsticks all night."
"Watch me."
>Purple narrowed her eyes a bit and deepened her tone
>"Oh-hoh, you're giving me attitude now?"
"No, I just- I don't wanna eat it, just ask for a refund."
>"There's no refunds and you know that. Now you march out there and eat the whole plate, young lady"
"Mmm-nmmm" you shook your head
>No way were you eating that garbage
>"Anon, I can make your life VERY difficult if you don't obey me."
>Rebellious thoughts flew through your head, and you felt a tingling sensation around your neck.
>Fucking collar. One day you'd get your revenge.
>But for now, it was best to play along, or at least not piss Twicunt off too much
"...Three bites."
>"No Anon, I'm not bargaining, go out there and eat your dinner.". she said, pointing back into the dining room



>You sat down in the plushy high-backed chair, Twilight pulling hers back out from under the table and resting on it as well
>You could feel her watching you out of the corner of her eye
>You slowly plunge your fork in and spin until you had a small bite speared onto it
>You slowly slip into into your mouth and close
>The little bits were disgusting. At least it didn't taste like piss, only the texture was wron. Horribly wrong
>You force yourself to swallow, not even trying to hide your discomfort
>The adults had struck up a conversation about an upcoming music festival, and you started to spread the spaghetti around your plate
>If you made the meal more shallow, it would look like you had eaten more than you really had
>You grabbed a breadstick from the cloth-covered basket an dbegan munching

>After a half-hour the plates (well, not yours) and the wine bottle had been emptied
>You had given up on your third breadstick, the flavor blended together after a few and it began tasting like cardboard
>A half-dozen juice boxes sat littered on the table
>The waiter eventually got sick of bringing you a new one every two minutes and just gave you six
>You forced yourself to finish them all, otherwise the resturaunt would win
>Wait, were they complimentary, or did they charge you for them?
>Eh, not your money
>The table had gone quiet, everyone else satisfied by the food and wine
>You saw Night Light lazily bend his head close to Velvet's
>"A fifteen-bit plate of spaghetti and she only eats the breadsticks." you managed to hear him whisper

>The door slammed behind you as you entered your 'grandparents'' home
>After deciding to stay the night, Twilight had quickly teleported home and back, carrying a suitcase undoubtedly prepared hours ago
>Twilight whisked you away upstairs with a token 'I'll be right back' to her parents, carrying you over her shoulder
>"Alright Nonny, let's get ready for bed."
>It's 7:00 Purple, there's still light out
>You wriggled meekly in her grasp
"I don't wanna."
>She didn't pay attention to your pathetic resistance, toting you down a hall and into a medium-sized room
>Judging from all the books on the shelves, this was HER old room, but the bed was queen-sized, pretty large for a foal
>Heh, they should have bought a princess-sized one.
>She popped open the suitcase and pulled out clothes with her magic
>Red flannel pants and shirt floated in front of you
>Red flannel pants and a shirt floated in front of you, the plaid pattern aesthetically pleasing
>"Alright, let's get your jammies on!" she said with great enthusiasm
"...I don't need pajamas, I'm a friggen horse!."
>"It's going to be very cold tonight Anon, you're gonna be glad to have them on."
"That's a risk I'm willing to take."
>"Well, I'm not, what if my little filly got a cold?"
"We both know colds aren't caused by-"
>You didn't finish get to your sentence, as you were picked up into the air by her purple aura
>She sat you down on the bed sitting up, your rump sinking into the fluffy sheets a bit
>She lifted up your forelegs and pulled the shirt over you, your head popping through the large central hole while your legs sank through the ones in the front
>It was pretty comfy actually, even around your metallic collar it wasn't too snug
>She leaned you onto your back and lifted your rear up with her magic, sliding the pants on you with special attention on fitting your tail through the relevant hole
>She picked you up and held you out in her outstreched hooves, admiring you
>"Oh, you're so cute I wanna die!"
"Do it faggot."

>You regretted the words as soon as they had instinctually came out of your mouth
>Twilight pulled you onto her lap, and you realized what was coming
"No- wait!"
>She pulled your pants down, exposing your heinie
>You saw a twinkling bubble around the two of you, undoubtedly soundproof
>Her hoof came down in a sweeping motion
>*SLAP*!
>The sharp blow stung your bottom, and you squealed a little bit. You could feel your ass reddening
>"I- have- told- you- never- use- that- kind- of- language!" she yelled, every word accented with another spank
>You weren't gonna say sorry, you still had some dignity left
>Eventually the spanking stopped, and you just lay there in her lap, feeling the dull stinging of your buttocks and trying not to cry
>Twilight was rubbing your back with her hoof in little circles while you tried in vain to stop sniffling
>Damn those spankings stung
>"...Anon, what did you do wrong?"
"*Sniff* I said a bad word."
>You felt pathetic, laying there across her lap and trying not to cry
>This was your life now?

>Twilight eventually pulled your pajama bottoms back up and laid you down on the bed as if nothing had happened
>She pulled back the sheets, then firmly placed you with your head on the pillow
>Purple pulled the thin sheets back over you, tucking you in tightly with her hooves
>"I'm going to get you a glass of water, so stay right here" she said in a loving tone
>0-60 in 3.5 minutes
>You heard her walk downstairs, then incomprehensible chatter for several minutes
>Apparently 'getting a glass of water' meant 'having a boring-ass conversation for ten minutes while your filly is dying of dehydration"
>Odd, those juice boxes should've kicked in. Weird.
>Eventually Purple came back up with a cold one, laying it by the bedside table
>"Now lie down, sweetie. Would you like a bedtime story?"
"No, I'm good." Her bedtime stories were typically the kind shared with little foals, not big fillies like you
>Big GUYS, you reminded yourself
>You looked out the window and saw the sun still a couple of hours from setting, beams of light shining through the... the...
>The tree leaves
>A plan formed in your mind, poorly devised but appealing nonetheless
"Could you lock the door? I'll feel safer that way."
>"Sure thing honey."
>Twilight only acquiesed because she could easily unlock it, but it would buy you a couple of hours before she checked in on you
>She stroked your face with her hoof
>"I'll be downstairs if you need anything Nonny."
>She gave you a peck on the forehead, and exited the room
>You heard a *click* noise as a key turned in the keyhole
>Now was your chance
>You hopped out from under the sheets, grabbing a swig from the cup of water
>You tiptoed to the window, slowly raising it up
>A large, gnarled tree branch sat outside, and you stretched out and pulled onto it, slowly shimmying to the trunk
>You paid careful attention to the windows; being spotted would be tremendously bad
>You managed to slide down the side of the tree opposite the house, and poked your head out from behind it, trying to peer into the house
>You couldn't see THEM, so they couldn't see YOU
>You burst out toward the iron gate on the side of the house, fumbling with the little latch before swinging it open and taking a tentative step outside
>You were free, but what now?

>You quickly trotted down the streets of Canterlot, occasionally looking over your back
>Maybe you could get the collar off if you hurried
>You headed north, towards Canterlot University
>You'd need somebody smart to be able to safely cut through this magically-enhanced ring of metal
>Universities had smart people
>Well, except for Gender Studies majors

>You passed ponies walking through the streets, quietly heading home or just beginning a night on the town
>There was even a bard lazily strumming a tune on his lyre, a hat sitting on the ground by his hooves filled with a copious number of bits
>+5 attack bonus
>You wished you had the bits you'd been saving for several weeks now, he deserved one

>After twenty minutes of walking (and asking for directions many times), you finally stood at the gates of an entrance to the college, grassy knolls and trees sprinkled between the buildings
>After a minute of pulling, wriggling, and cursing, you managed to tear the shirt off, exposing yourself in public
>You discarded the garment on the ground and began your quest
>You had barely entered when you ran into a studious-looking pegasus stallion walking out of some sort of classroom building
>Black mane and white coat, his cutie mark that of a rope
>tfw cant tie the noose together
>You decided to ask him for help, or at least directions to somebody who could
"Hey."
>"...Hey" he responded, looking you over
>Probably just curious what a filly was doing alone out here
"Uh... I have a problem."
>"Don't we all?" he laughed
"Well, you see this collar I have?"
>"It's hard to miss." he answered, staring intently at it. Or at least its general direction
>A few ponies of different ages crossed the quad, none of them paying attention to you
"Well, I need some help getting it off. Do you know where I could go to get it sawed off or something?"
>"You ran into the right pony, I've been practicing metallurgy for months, I could have it cut apart in a few minutes."
"...Really?"
>"Yep."
>This was it. Your big break. 
>Hopefully this would work, god knows what enchantments this thing had.
>You tugged at the dark-green collar uncomfortably, its pink runes still dimly lit
"What's your name?"
>"I'm Whiplash. And you?"
"Anon."
>...
"Well, where do we go to get it done? Is there a workshop around here, or..?"
>"The university blacksmithy would be the best choice, but it closed at 5. Luckily for you, I own all the tools I should need at home. Since they combined weigh about 200 pounds, we should head over there."
"Lead the way." 


>Neither of you spoke during the long walk through winding streets and between large brick buildings
>You hoped this would be as fast as he said, you only had a little over an hour of daylight left
>Eventually you stopped in front of a small but well-maintained house in a less-urban part of the city
>Wooden patio, shingle walls, the works
>Rent must be a bitch here
>"Here, I keep the stuff in my workshop" he said, walking down a set of concrete steps into a basement
>After wriggling off your pajama pants and leaving them at the top of the staircase, you followed him inside, hoping he had a bathroom down there
>You needed to pee pretty badly

>You entered into a well-lit changer, composed of concrete in floor, walls, and ceiling, about fifty  by fifty feet
>Along the walls sat workbenches, carboard boxes, wooden cabinets, and tool storage chests five feet tall, undoubtedly holding plenty of scewdrivers and hammers
>In the middle of the room sat a padded table, standing at hip-height and roughly the size of a quieen-sized bed
>You saw a circular saw on the opposite wall; you hoped he wouldn't need to use that, I mean, what if he missed?
"Hey, mister, do you have a toi-"
>You heard the metal door slam behind you, and turned to see Whiplash locking a rubber-sealed door shut
"Uh..."
>"Finaaally I get to use my 'playroom', I was afraid I'd never get to try it out." he said in a lewd tone

>You stuttered a bit, still trying to assess the situation
"S-so wait... you want me... for sexual?" you asked with anticipation
>"Oh, you know it, sex on hooves. Don't even think about screaming, these walls-"
>You turned and lowered on your forehooves, raising your rump in the air with tail up, looking back at him over your shoulder
>You wanted sex, right? You were still a virgin, and you felt pressure in your vagina, which meant you were horny, right?
>Although your body hadn't reacted to your attempts at 'stimulating' it, filly physique was innocent
>"Wait... you're not gonna cry or yell?" Whiplash asked with a confused expression
"Nope. Breed me." you said lustily, but without much conviction
>"No... this is wrong!"
"Obviously you fucking pedo."
>You didn't want to lose your virginity in a concrete bunker. 
>You liked mares, with their thicc childbearing hips and plump nurturing teats; Miss Cherilee being a prime example, watching her made school almost bearable-
>You were shocked out of your stupor by more yelling
>"No, you're not supposed to ENJOY it! Plead with me, try to run, do SOMETHING frightened!"
>You sat back on your rump and turned to him, just curious
>God your bladder was getting full
>"...Whatever. If you want the D, I'll give it to you."
"A-actually I changed my mind, my tiny pussy wouldn't be able to fit it in. I don't want my first time to be like this, plus it would be 50% gay."
>Your collar warmed up for a moment at that last bit, and for that fraction of a second WHiplash  just looked confused, then quickly shifted to pleased
>"That's more like it."
>He picked you up under your forelegs, trying to carry you to the >rape table
>You wished Purple was here, she always kept you safe at least
"No! I retract consent! I retract consent!"
>You desperately tried to wiggle out of his grasp, limbs flailing. To counter this, he held you over his head to prevent your hooves from making contact with anything
"Stop! Put me down, I-"
>You couldn't hold it in anymore
>You released a thick torrent  of yellow piss from your urethra, splattering across the stallion's face, barrel, chest, EVERYWHERE.  Quite a bit of it even got in his mouth
>He dropped you in disgust and desperately spat out the urine in his mouth, then wiping most of the foul liquid off of his face. Well, piss not absorbed by his fur at least
>You landed on the floor, pee still pulsing out of you and onto the floor about a foot away from your body
>He looked down at himself and back to you in shock
>"WHAT the BUCK is wrong with you?!"


>Be Twilight
>You flew low through the streets of Canterlot, asking if ponies had seen a green filly, where she had gone, but nopony had seen her
>Anon was SO dead; when you found her she'd be in for a world of hurt
>...But where was your little filly? Could she have gone to find a resturaunt and gotten lost?
>Anon had obviously left intentionally, but how far had she meant to go? Was she trying to run away?
>She loved you enough to stay, right? Right?
>Mom and Dad were roaming the south side, searching for her desperately
>If you hadn't found her in the hour they'd file a Missing Ponies report
>All throughout the search you were nagged by a single somber thought
>What if the last thing Anon remembered of you would be punishing her?

>Eventually you saw some musician on a corner, strumming out a folk song
>You landed next to him; he'd probably been here for hours, he might've seen her
"Have you seen a green filly come by?? Black mane, question mark on her flank??"
>He stopped playing his lyre and placed his right hoof on his chin, looking thoughtful
>"...yeah, she passed by maybe twenty minutes ago, she went that way." he answered, pointing down the north street
>That led to Canterlot University
>You didn't even thank him, you had to get there NOW
>She was attempting to have the collar removed
>It was futile to try, but you still hurried

>You soared above the buildings of Canterlot, scanning the streets below you; there was a good chance she hadn't reached the campus yet
>No little fillies, you'd just-
>But then you saw a bundle of red cloth out of the corner of your eye, and stopped in midair
>Were those...?
>You blitzed down next to them, instantly recognizing the pajama bottoms you had put on her earlier
>Next to the pajama bottoms lay a residential house, with a staircase descending into some kind of basement
>The horror grasped your heart quickly, and you rushed down there, ready for a violent one-sided fight
>Your baby needed you

>Be Anon
>You took your moment of freedom and rushed to hide under the table with the saw, crouching toward the corner hidden by a large cardboard box
>He slowly got up from the floor and advanced towards you
>At least he wasn't a pee fetishist
>You flattened your body against the wall, trying to buy yourself a minute
>"Get here, you-"
>His threat was interupted by a loud BANG, an dhe turned around to look at the door
>You poked your head up, peering through the tiny slit between the cardboard box and the tabletop
>The door had been blasted down by a VERY angry Twilight, her eyes practically aflame and hair almost floating with power. Her legs were spread out in a combat position, and her eyes held no mercy.
>"WHERE THE BUCK IS MY BABY!?!?"

>"I'll only ask one more time. My little filly is scared and helpless, but Momma's coming to the rescue. I know Anon's around here somewhere, I know it's your fault, so make your life a lot less painless. WHERE IS SHE?!?"
>"I-I-I know my rights!" Whiplash said futiley, even though the evidence was clearly stacked against him
>Without pause he was lifted in a purple aura, then launched into the ceiling. Hard.
>Following that he was slammed into a wall at the same speed, the flung back onto the ground in front of Twilight
>"I'll ask again, WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY DAUGHTER?"
>"Th-this is torture! I'll win a lawsuit, you can't-!"
>"Is it?". Her flat, emotionless tone was somehow far scarier than raving-lunatic mode
>You could feel the ground begin rumbling in response to Twilight's silent rage
>One of the tall red storage boxes began shaking and fell over onto Whiplash's prone body, the weight of the metal container pinning him down to the floor with a sickening crunch
>The top of the box jutted out, so a lot of the force landed on his neck
>"Oh my, what an unfortunate accident. Let's hope there isn't another eartquake." she said in a cold voice, barely hiding the threat
>She crouched down with her head close to his, speaking in a loud whisper
>"Listen here you little pile of horseshit, you can tell me where Anon is NOW, or go to the glue factory."
>You knew that last bit was a figure of speech, but damn Purple
>Whiplash was silent, but not in the dead way
>Well, he sure had guts. And by 'guts', you meant overwhelming stupidity
>But what would you do? There was no way you wouldn't be found
>You needed to play the victim card hard, otherwise she might assume the collar-removal theory
>"Well, I guess you can live with only ONE wing.."
>You poked your head out from behind the box, raising your eyebrows high
"Mommy?" you said in your scaredest voice

>In an instant Twilight had flown over to you, putting you in her hooves tenderly
>She picked you up and wrapped her wings around you, hugging you like she wanted to break your ribs
>She pushed you away a bit, looking deep into your eyes with a lovingly scared expression
>"Did he do anything? Did he touch your no-no place?"
>We both know I'm well-versed in sex Twilight
>Well, theoretically
"No, but he almost did."
>She looked back to glare at the recently-crippled stallion some more while he moaned in pain. Then she noticed the puddle of pee on the floor
>"What's that?" 
"...My self-defense mechanism."


>You sat on a hospital bed, taken after your little ordeal while cops swarmed the scene. Not much for them to do, you guessed
>Even though you weren't hurt, this was standard procedure and they had rape kits they needed to use.
>Bed was comfy AF though
>Twilight stood next to it, speaking to a unicorn stallion in a police uniform with sunglassed, who was holding a little notepad and quill in his magical aura
>"Well Princess Twilight, we've got the crime scene cleared out and evidence collected. We just need the post-crime interview; would you like to testify together or seperately?"
>"Together" she answered immediately, stepping closer to you


>"And how did you find your daughter?
>"I managed to track my baby down by flying north, and noticed the discarded clothing by the house" Twilight answered, her hoof lovingly rubbing your shoulder. "I confronted the foalnapper and tried to arrest him. Unfortunately, that earthquake hit at the wrong moment, and an improperly-mounted toolchest- the one at the scene- fell on him and gravely injured his body, especially the legs and around vocal cords. I also think the tendons in his hoof were severed. He'll never write or draw again, I'm sure"
>"Oh yeah, I tried to interview him, guy's basically a paraplegic. All we can get are yes/no answers by having him wink. So, why was the filly unattended?"
>"Anon climbed out the window of her room and into the backyard, and went exploring on her own, it seems. Now Nonny, why did you leave?" Twilight asked in her 'bad filly' voice
>You'd been preparing for this question since you narrowly avoided >rape. 
>Ironically, you would've been screwed if not for this stallion
>Although you nearly got screwed
"W-well, I was hungry, so I went to get food, b-but I didn't have any bits so I was gonna beg or wash dishes or something. I ran into him and we talked. He said he'd buy me some food, and I  went to a resturaunt with him, but it was a long walk, he said it was better. I think he drugged my soda when we got there."
>Twilight seemed somewhat happy with this answer. At least her eyes weren't throwing daggers anymore.
>Maybe you'd only get a little punished
>"Can you remember the resturaunt?" the officer asked, jotting notes down on the pad
"...No, but I think it sold... it sold... I dunno."
>"Yeah, we get that alot with date-rape drugs. A shame, an witnesses would've helped, but I guess we don't need 'em. We'll have a trial, but I wouldn't worry about it. He looked back at the door. "Jail's honestly not much of a punishment, sap's already paralyzed."
>"Is there anything else you want to ask officer?" Twilight asked, giving a small smile
>"No, I've got everything I need. Nurses use the kit yet?"
>"Yes, but nothing useful. They've been SO kind-"
>"Yeah, yeah, they always are. I've got 
"Wait, aren't you gonna ask about the pee?"
>"...Kid, I see a LOT of weird stuff on duty."


>Twilight stood outside your room, door *mostly*  closed, talking with her parents, catching them up to speed on your situation
>"...and thanks for coming, you've been SO supportive and helpful during this trying time."
>"Of course dear." Velvet answered,  "Y'know, that receptionist said only one visitor per trauma patient, so I had to give him a piece of my mind."
>"Can you watch Anon for a bit?" Twilight asked, " I have to... check up on something."
>You wish you could see them talking right now
>"Of course, it'd be our pleasure." Night Light answered,  "You just focus on the task at hand."
>"Thanks." you head her walk off, hoofsteps echoing through the crack in the door
>Velvet then berated her husband, obviously unknowing that you could hear everything
>"Dear! Why'd you bring that thing? We're supposed to be supporting our granddaughter, not reading!"
>He laughed. "Trust me, you'll wish you had brought one."
>"Ohhh, you can be so insensitive sometimes!"
>"She won't mind, she'll probably ask for a book too. Twilight's undoubtedly rubbed off on her by now."
>Heh, rubbed off
>lewd.jpg
>"Well, you go in there and be a good grandfather, y'know, you might have never seen her again!"
>"I know, believe me, I KNOW.". He paused, "Don't worry, you'll be smothering her, so really, I'll just be averaging us out."
>Velvet decided to open the door, masking her displeasure with a cheery grin
>"Nonny! We came as soon as we could, we hope you're doing okay."
>She sat down on the edge of your bed, while Night Light plopped down in the chair next to you
>"You holding up, champ? It's okay if you need to cry, I know I would be. You've had a VERY hard day."
"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Well, not too bad."
>"Well, we want to be here for you." Velvet said "So if there's anything you need, just ask."


>You were still sitting on your bed, eating your fifth little plastic bowl of ice cream
>The little ones with the wooden spoons you'd occasionally get in elementary school when it was some kid's birthday. You'd happily remembered hospitals kept these on hold.
>Night Light and Velvet watching you, the former glancing between you and 'Murder on the Frienship Express', the latter watching you like a griffon
>Like mother, like daughter
>Speaking of which, Twilight 'had to check up on something'
>Undoubtedly threatening your paraplegic almost-rapist
>She was pretty scary when she was angry
>That's why the guy was permanently disabled after all
>You scrounged up the last bit of frozen dessert before placing the spoon within the bowl and onto your bed
>The ice cream was pretty good, but you still hadn't eaten a decent dinner
>Time to unleash the four most powerful words known to pony- man. Man.
"Grandma, I'm hungry."
>Her face visibly dropped, as if this was somehow worse than sexual assault
>She popped her head out the door, and you heard a muffled shout
>"Nurse?? Nurse!??"
>Night Light just kept reading his book, as if he'd been through this before
>Velvet turned back to you with a kind expression
>"What would you like, sweetie?"
>You pondered for a moment.
"A cheese quesadilla."


>A couple of minutes later 
>You were just digging into your quesadilla, when you heard a creaking noise 
>Purple was edging the door open slowly and tiptoed inside, as if you were sleeping
>"How's Anon?" she asked her parents in a little whisper
>"Oh, she's fine" Night Light whispered back, "but I think she's getting a bit antsy sitting in bed. I might go get something to entertain her until she's cleared to leave"
>I can still walk, why won't you let me out of bed?
>You tugged at the IV in your right forehoof, scratching at the little tape attaching it to your skin; the fur had to be shaven off prior
>You didn't know what was in it, maybe some sort of painkiller to deal with emotional trauma or just saline. They'd probably plug in some sleeping potion later
>"I'll come with you." Velvet added, "I'm not sure I trust your judgment."
>He just shrugged and got up, moving closer to the door and leaving the book on his chair 
>"Well, I'm gonna stay with Anon" Twilight declared. "We can't leave Nonny alone for even a moment. She doesn't look like it, but she's quite fragile, she might-"
"You know I can hear you, right??"
>The trio just rotated to look at you, before turning toward the corner and lowering their voices even further. Occasionally one would look over their shoulder to you before returning to the hushed conversation.

>Night Light and Velvet left out the door discreetly, and Twilight walked up next to you, hoof raised to brush your mane before stopping in midair
>"How are you doing An-an-" she stuttered, going from comforting to flabbergasted at the sight of your first lunch today
"Is something wrong?" you asked innocently, feeding off of her fear
>"O-of course not!" she answered, trying not to look at the quesadilla directly
"Are you hungry too? Here, have some of mine!" you offered, holding the plate up to her, its cheesy goodness exposed like a stripper with daddy issues
>She edged back a bit further, repulsed by your generous gift
"What's so disgusting Twilight? Don't you like these, I know you loved the one I made a lot!"
>"W-well I don't-, I mean, uh, there's just no way it can be as good as yours!"
>Maybe you could take this further
>Make her doubt her parenting, doubt everything she'd done to you, doubt HERSELF
>The greatest victory was a psychological one

>You dropped your face and looked down at your sheets, as if resigned to a cruel fate
"...It's me, isn't it?"
>"Nooo, of course not! I just filled up is all!" she answered obliviously, rubbing her tummy with a hoof
"This is all my fault. I'm a bad, dirty filly- I probably held my tail too high-"
>Her eyes widened, finally understanding your meaning
>Purple hugged you with the force of a feminist falling off a ladder, your body pressed against hers tightly, surrounded by fluffy wings on all sides. Your head was pressed against her soft chest, heartbeat audible through the fur. You tilted your head up to see her distraught face looking down at you, her eyes on the verge of breaking out into tears
>"Don't you EVER think that! It wasn't your fault Anon, you were a victim of a bad, bad pony. You should know that Nonny, you're such a big filly." she insisted, not giving you a chance to pipe in. "You did NOTHING wrong. You are a good, sweet filly that I love so, so, SO much, and I will cuddle you until you realize that!"
>She wasn't bluffing 
>Twilight had a crippling snuggling addiction, like another princess with cake
>But goddamn that last sentence gave you some feels


>Be Anon
>Reading your third 'Choose your Own Adventure' book, out of the 20-pack Night Light had bought you
>"That's not REAL literature!", m- Twilight had protested, to no avail
>Your grandparents had gone back to their home, promising to return and see you off in the morning.
>You were ready to go home, this was getting old quick
>A bowl of noodle soup sat on a legged tray above your lap, a faint plume of steam rising from it
>Twilight was playing Saddleoku, pen in hoof and staring at the booklet in deep silence
>You'd just finished 'The Golden Bridle', whose endings varied from catching a museum burglar to helping interdimensional aliens get home
>Still not as good as the CYOAs of 4chan, in these books all the choices were binary
>triggeredfeminist.png
>You grabbed another spoonful of soup, the delicious brew filling your fuzzy little tummy with warmth 

>"Alright Nonny, it's time for bed."
"I'm not even tired." you moaned, hooves crossed atop your blankie, which Purple had easily retrieved from your room with her teleportation hax
>twilight is op pls nerf
>You looked out the window; It WAS getting pretty dark, though
>Purple lifted up the right guard rail on your well-sized bed, levitating the tray and half-eaten bowl of soup onto a counter
"I mean, I've been in bed for the past few hours, so that technically counts as sleeping, right?"
>"DEFINITELY not." she laughed, pulling up the left rail
>She extended her hooves above the rails and managed to climb into your bed
"Woah, hey, what are you-"
>"Anon, it's obvious what you need."
>With her magic she flipped off the lights, and began positioning herself next to you, sinking slightly into the matress
>"Come to Mama." she said, extending her wings around you, subtly pulling you closer
>You inched forward a bit; there was room for both of you, but it was a bit snug
>But not too snug to snuggle 



>Be Anon, the next morning
>Breakfast had been a drab affair, buttered toast and a small bowl of cereal
>Purple wouldn't let you drink any coffee, the tyrant
>You weren't even cleared to leave until 12:30, and actually getting out was another time-consuming ordeal
>A small band-aid covered the spot where the IV had been plugged in
>You MAY have held Twilight's hoof while they pulled it out
>tbf it was a pretty long needle
>You were wheeled out of the hospital in a foal-sized wheelchair that screamed 'leukemia patient'
>It was a formality for insurance reasons, don't wanna be held liable if somepo- somebody is hit by a carriage
"Hey, weren't Night Light and Velvet supposed to be here?"
>"They said something had suddenly come up, and wished they could be here"
>Probably having old-people sex
>Stupid octogenarians, lewd is for young people 




>You widened your eyes down at the firm, erect staff, awed by its length and girth
>For a moment you paused, not sure if you would be able to bring it to finish
>Eager to please, you enveloped the shaft in your mouth, your lips only reaching halfway across 
>With gusto you began suckling deeply, bobbing your head up and down with nearly-inaudible moans
>You grunted as you pulled it in deeper, the tip reaching the back of your tongue
>The pressure within was growing, and you slurped faster and harder. 
>The rod eventually climaxed, bursting its load deep into your waiting maw.
>You were rewarded with thick globs of white cream shooting deep into your mouth, which you swallowed greedily
>You massaged the pole a bit more with your tongue to squeeze out every last drop, savoring the sweet taste
>"Do you like your milkshake Anon?" Twilight asked, munching on a french fry
"Mmm-hmm." you answered, sucking the extra-large straw to get more vanilla goodness


>Be Anon
>Hanging out with your best friend, walking from one shop to another
>At this point you were sitting on a pretty sizable pile of bits, Twilight bribing you to go to school every day
>She also probably figured that this way you wouldn't steal from her purse, which you probably would have
>"... Es ist a good thing your are putting your money in the community, that way der happy merchants at the bank can't take it."
>Aryanne was looking cyoot as always, wearing a black skirt over her flanks with a tail-hole
>Almost as cute as you
>You passed Zecora entering a store, the stripenigger looking suspicious as always
>Probably looking for something to steal
>As you entered the last vestige of her peripheral vision, you turned your head and stuck your tongue out at her, the pink flesh poking out from between your lips
>Aryanne watched what you did and emulated you, scrunching her face in disgust at the ünterpony
>Even though you were little fillies, you tried your best to make the community a safer place

>You entered Bon-bon's candy shop, glancing around nervously
>Aryanne had practically pulled you in, and you were worried Lyra might be here
>Although the last time you'd seen her she had been assigned to a 'mental hostel'
>We all know that means loony-bin, quit mincing words
>You'd given up on trying to teach her you were human, she was full-on crazy, and you didn't want to learn any more about 'The Reunion'
>"Hello Girls, what'll it be? Bon-Bon asked, leaning over the counter. She wasn't aware of any 'cult connections' you had with her GF

>The two of you sat on a bench next to each other, flanks pressed together as you shared a small bag of minted chocolates, taking turns pulling one out, enjoying the sun, the breeze, and each other's companionship
>When suddenly, a wild HAMPLANET appeared!
>Morbidly obese with flabby limbs and fat hanging off her yellow-coated barrel, her face like poorly-sculpted clay. The smell wasn't much better, rank sweat with a hint of cheeto dust. The red mane, with a single electric-blue stripe, was shortly cropped
>She decided to sit down next to you. Unfortunately.
>She forcibly wedged herself on the rmaining half of the bench, pushing you and Aryanne against the left side
>You could FEEL her presence being a bad influence on foals
>Won't somebody PLEASE think of the children?!
>"Hello." she mumbled out, her vocal chords obviously restricted by blubber, "I'm just passing through, and I heard this shop was really good. So I stockpiled while I was here." she explained, holding several large bags of confectionary goods
>Bitch those won't last the train ride home
>Aryanne held no mercy or tact for her, pointing at her gut with a tiny hoof
>"Gluttony is degeneracy. You should habt more self-control, learn some discipline."
>Ms. Feminist audibly sighed, as if she'd had this conversation before
>"I have PLENTY of willpower, it's just that have a medical condishun."
"Oh yeah?"
>"My genetics keep me from losing weight. I'm a trained nutritionist, I-"
"Nutritionist isn't a real medical profession, dipshit."
>"Why- I never- I'll have you know I'm a VERY influential mare, I write for THREE newspapers-"
"The only influence you have is your gravitational pull"
>You heard Aryanne giggling behind you, and you felt a surge of prude at your roast
"Don't you have a train to catch? You'd better leave now, waddling there will take a while."
>She paused and pointed, as if she had a point to make but couldn't articulate it
>"You are eine disgrace to your race. Do our people a favor and never procreate."
"It's never gonna happen anyway." you loudly whispered to her, and the two of you giggled 
>You could feel her rage boiling over, but she couldn't just scream at foals. 
>She just stormed off at a slow pace, hopefully ashamed of her body and herself
"GO BACK TO TUMBLR!" you yelled at her shrinking form, but you quickly realized nobody else would know about that hive of scum and villainy 



>You quietly closed the door behind you, hoping not to disturb anyp- anybody. Anybody.
>Your efforts were for naught, as Aryanne's yelling echoed through the halls of her home
>"Mama! Papa! I'm home!"
>"Wonderful!" you heard a male voice declare, "I'm in my study, come on in!"
>You followed her as she walked down the corridor a bit and turned left into a small office
>Evening light cascaded through a large window with open blinds, shining over a mahogony desk
>Bookcases lined several walls, and a filing cabinet sat in the corner, the entire room well-organized
>A kind-looking Earth Pony stallion with mane and fur matching Aryanne's was sitting behind the bureau, his cutie mark hidden from you by the furniture
>You just stood in the door frame awkwardly, watching the pair silently
>"Is mama home?" Aryanne asked
>"What am I? Chopped pumpkin?" he asked indignantly
>She rushed to him and gave a big hug, eyes closed in a fashion kawaii enough to satisfy the most demanding weeb
>She pulled back from him, giving him quizzical eyes
>"No, she went to go make sure our neighborhood stays safe, if you know what I mean." he glanced at you suspiciously  "She won't be back until late." 
>"Dies ist mein freund, Anon. You remember all the things I told you about her!"
>"Oh? This is the famous Anon?" he asked, his expression lightening
>He walked over to you and extended a hoof in greeting; you grabbed it and shook it gently
"Hello, sir."
>"Well Anon, I'm Master Racer. It's nice to meet you.". His grip was firm but not rough
"...Lemme guess, you did track in high school?"
>He gestured to a couple of trophies on a stand in a corner of his office
>"First place in State, two years in a row."
>You managed to catch a look at his cutie mark
>A small black swastika sat within a electric-blue lightning bolt
>"Can she stay for dinner?" Aryanne asked hopefully




>Dinner had been nice, pasta primavera
>You had been the center of conversation, with Master Racer asking about your life, school, what you and Aryanne did today
>Nice guy, pretty funny and full of wit
>He'd refused your offer to do the dishes, since 'you were a guest'
>Hmm, how to trick Purple into the same thinking...?

>You and Aryanne were in her room, drawing pictures of yourselves as Power Ponies on the wooden floor
>It was very cozy; a nice twin-sized bed with white sheets and a pink comforter, an oaken desk in the corner. A poster hung up of Countess Coloratura, some sort of pop star. 
>Nice and comfy 
>You just drew yourself with a red cape, your powers incoherently thrown-together copies of every Avenger because you couldn't pick your favorite
>Like 50% of Deviantart OCs
>Aryanne was Columbridle, Defender of the West, Bane of Degenceracy
>Future-her was a very big mare
>But not where it counted
>nocrotchtits.png
>You leaned back to observe your work
>Drawing had never been your forte and hooves were shit, but you'd gotten better recently
>...
>It was still pretty quiet in Aryanne's, not uncomfortably, but still surprising
>Weird how the house was empty 
>You'd figure Aryanne's family would have at least three children (to make sure the zebras didn't outbreed us.)
>Them. You weren't REALLY a pony. Just a visitor is all. Yeah...
>...
"So, uh, where are your brothers and sisters?"
>"...I do not habe siblings."
"...You're an only child?"
>"Yeah, My mama has a hard time having children." she looked down at her sheet for a moment before brightening up. "That's why she calls me her little miracle!"
>tbh Little Miracle sounded like a legit name here in Candyland
>"But I hear them trying hard every night!"
"-W-wait, do you know how... babies are made?"
>"Nein... I once asked how you make a baby and how I could help... they just laughed and told me not to worry aboout it."
"Oh... well, that really sucks. Y'know, I am VERY close to a mare who's infertile. Way too close, in my opinion."
>You doubted Purple would like her sterility becoming public knowledge.
>And spankings weren't your fetish




>Be Twilight
>Washing dishes in the sink, wearing yellow gloves
>Modern dish soaps weren't irritating on the skin anymore, but at this point wearing them was a habit
>The assorted plates, cups and silverware had been piling up for weeks, and you'd only remembered to clean them when you'd smelt rotting food
>You were rubbing a glass plate on its top side when you heard a door slam
"Glimmer?? Is that you?? Glimmer?? Did you remember to buy more milk??"
>A certain green filly popped from behind a wall into the kitchen
>"Sorry to disappoint."
"Oh, no, I was just wondering if she was back." 
"...So, I suppose you DID eat dinner with your... friend?"
>Anon had mentioned it might happen when she asked to go with Aryanne
>Although 'asked' was hardly the word. More like declared. 
>If she had asked, you likely would have said no, coming up with a bullshit excuse
>You didn't like your innocent little filly spending time with the Aryanne filly
>Cherilee had shown you some of Anon's classroom drawings, comparing pictures drawn when she was isolated to times she was allowed to talk to her desk-neighbor
>Many of the latter drawings had been crumpled up, obviously dug out of a trash can
>You would've been ticked off about this breach of privacy, but you had told Cherilee to be... overly inquisitive
>It was for Anon's own good

>You decided to do a little probing
>Maybe you'd learn about some sort of illegal activity and have Aryanne seized from her parents and... rehabilitated
"Sooo..." you continued, scrubbing the dish to appear casual, "What was her house like?"
>Anon had poked into the pantry looking for something undoubtedly unhealthy, but the two of you could still talk just fine
>"Well, it wasn't too big, but not too small. ...It was warm and clean, it felt like a REAL home."
"...Hm." 

>You ruminated on the state of the Friendship Castle
>The floors were still dirty, the kitchen's coated with stray crumbs and dried spills
>Mysterious stains from years of potion-making and experimentation littered the carpets, discoloring the rugs and causing strands to stick together
>Many pieces of furniture had never been dusted or cleaned, heck, the same could be said for entire ROOMS
>Speaking of which, heat didn't spread evenly in here. Oftenimes you'd leave a toasty room to go to the bathroom, and it would be cold in there. You'd have to check that out... someday
>And you'd have to pull out some pots every time it rained because some crystal had dissolved somewhere, the dripping noises echoing throughout the halls
>The window upstairs by Anon's room still hadn't been fixed
>That tape wouldn't last forever
>Everything was perfect besides that, though
>...Wonderfully perfect
"Did you meet her parents?"
>"Well, her dad was home, and he was nice."
"I bet he was. Was there anything... unusual about her dad? Or her mom?"
>Anon left the pantry, unable to find anything with a sugar content percentage of 95
>"Well... it seemed like one of Aryanne's parents is always home, instead of her being alone all the time. It was weird."
>She couldn't be comparing- no, you were always here. 
>Except for Princess business, of course. And being an Element of Harmony WAS rather time-consuming...
>Gosh, when was the last time the two of you had sat down for dinner? 


>Be Anon
>Sitting in class
>You had put on the 'Sensory Overload' earmuffs that you had been given on your first day
>Now you could ignore everyone and just think
>Pretending to be retarded had some perks
>You leaned back in your chair, eyes closed, desperately trying to recall the name of your hometown
>M...Mid... Mid-something
>Middleton? 
>No, that wasn't right
>Collar was warming up, but thinking about your old life in a non-human context only gave you mild shocks
>You sensed a presence behind you
>You edged your right eye open a millimeter, the eyelashes obscuring your vision in a haze of gray
>Cherilee was standing there, not sure if she should try to talk or touch your shoulder or what
>You pulled one of the earmuffs off and higher on your head, bottom resting atop of your earlobe
>You only heard faint scribbling noises
"...Need something?" you asked quietly
>"O-oh, well, yes" Flower-ass whispered, "you see Anon, the rest of the class is working on the worksheets I handed out-"
>You glanced around the room and back down at your des,k and see a spelling packet there. 
>The answer fields had a dashed line halfway through to help with penmanship
>"-and I thought you might want to do them? But if you don't think you're up to it right now, we can send them home-"
"No, no, it's fine." you whispered back
 >You pulled open the top of your desk and ignored the red 'Primer'  (read: handicapped) textbooks, retrieving a pencil and lowering the lid of the desk back down
>This should be easy.


>You are Anon
>Ever since Twilight started dating some jerk she's been paying less attention to you
>thiswillnotstand.png

>You sat on your bed, waiting for her to pass your room
>She ALWAYS came down to eat lunch at this time
>She was very strict on her scheduling
>You hear hoofsteps and unleash a torrent of crocodile tears, not too loud to seem fake or overdramatic, but not too quiet as to be inaudible
>You were really good at these
>The crying continued as you heard the hoofsteps grow louder, then stopped
>The door to your room creaked open, and you reduced your tears to strong sniffling
>Twilight walked in and sat down on the bed next to you, and started rubbing your back with her hoof
>"What's wrong Nonny?"
*sniff* "I can't tell you."
>"You can tell me anything Anon, you know that." 
"Well- well I-"
>She just looks at you with a face of concern
"Y-your coltfriend said if I didn't... I didn't stay out of h-his way he'd hit me."
>Concern turned to hatred in a flash
>"...He said that?" she asked in an icy tone
>You just nodded sombrely
>"That son of of a bi-" she cut herself off. "Well, when I see him-"
>Twilight pulled you in a gentle hug, back to being tender
>"I'm glad you told me this Anon. I'll break up with him right away, don't you worry. I'd never let ANYPONY hurt you, even if they were close. You know you're more important to me than any stallion."
"Mm-hmm." you affirmed
>"Are you hungry?"
"Mm-hmm."
>"Alright, I'll make you some Mac n' Cheese, your favorite."
>She slung you over her back and started carrying you downstairs

>tfw you destroyed your surrogate mother's relationship just so you'd get extra hugs







>Be Fluttershy
>When you asked Twilight if she had any friends who'd volunteer to help with the animal index, you didn't think she'd send Anon
>You wish you hadn't asked
>So far, Anon had demanded four potty breaks, cried timberwolf three times, and stolen your clipboard 'for a game of hide and seek'
>Her new purpose was jumping on every stray twig and kicking every rock imaginable, making more noise than you thought possible
"Anon, you're scaring away all the animals. Could you please be quiet?"
>"I AM being quiet." she answered, stomping on another stick
>What was loud for her?
>Undoubtedly some type of angry screeching
"Say, um, what if we split up? Then we could cover more ground."
>You turned to double-check your map and heard her run off, excited to explore the bright world around her
>Now you could get some real work done
>Wait, maybe you shouldn't leave Anon unsupervised...
>...
>Eh, she'd be fine. How much trouble could a little filly get into?


>Be Anon
>Quietly stalking throgh the woods, pretending you were a Ranger. Or a Predator. 
>Not like a catholic priest, the cool kind
>As you stepped from shadow to shadow, an orange blob appeared out of the corner of your eye, showing up as the trees shifted in your moving vision
>You spotted an adorably miniature fox sniffing at a bush, probably for berries
>Time to teach her that there could only be one cutie in these woods
>assumedgendertriggeredfeminist.png
>You had always wanted to torment small animals, but you lived in a suburban area and all the neighbors' dogs were German Shepards ands Great Danes
>You picked up a nice, heavy stick and held it forward of you in an 'En Garde' position, or as close as possible now that you were a horse
>You sneaked up quietly behind it, imagining your body wound up so you could spring forward and strike
>You tiptoed the laste few steps until you were about a meter away, and violently stabbed the stick in the fox's direction, poking it deeply in its flank, not penetrating but still somewhat painful for the animal
>It leapt forward with a terrified 'yip!', fleeing away with its tail tucked between its legs like a pussy
>This was fun, you should do this more often
>Maybe when you were a mare you could attack big animals, like d eer
>...Well, you would never actually BE a mare. You'd be home before that, of course.
>You turned to find a new animal to torture when you heard a rustling
>The baby fox was back, but she brought a big friend with her. Probably her dad, who was VERY pissed off at you
>The look screamed, 'Don't talk to me or my wife's cub ever again."
>But more violent.
>Maybe he'd be cool about it
"I-it was just a prank bro."
>It didn't work.
>He gave an angry snarl, his canines all-too visible.
>You imagined them sinking into your soft (and undoubtedly delicious) body
>Vore was NOT your fetish
"So- uh, anyway Mr. Fox, nice weather huh? Can you believe it's such a fantastic day? The breeze is just right, and-"
>Big fox took a cautious step forward. You recognized that posture; he was getting ready to pounce
>You managed to turn and began running

>You weaved between trees, clipping and clopping as much as you could
>You'd forgotten how fast horses could go
>Thankfully years of online video games had honed your reflexes to an absurdly-
>While treflecting on how overpowered Bastion was (disgustingly so), you ran into a tree from an angle, the trunk ramming into your shoulder
>You spun out a bit, landing on your side while a dull pain echoed throughout your body
>This was Blizzard's fault, really
>report pls 
>But you weren't ready to die, you just wanted to get horribly maimed, file a ton of lawsuits and live comfy as the ultimate NEET
>You fumbled up to your hooves and spun around, ready to fight and/or offer sexual services in exchange for survival
>...There was nobody there
>How far ago had you lost him?
>In hindsight, that fox looked pretty chubby. Probably because there seemed to be no natural predators here in Happy-Happy Land
>Something something Darwin
>Wait, would a fox even be able to seriously hurt you? Didn't horses have thick coats?
>Foxes were pussies anyway
>Once he realized what a badass you were, he probably followed his kid and ran back to Bestiality Bitch 
>He got lucky this time, but if you saw his ugly mug again he'd be dead
>...Damn,you were hungry
>You could go find Fluttershy, but her Mac n' Cheese was shit. 
>Tasted nothing like Twilight's.
>Even Parasol did a better job than her, and she couldn't even give proper upsies


>Be Fluttershy
>You entered the clearing to see Anon holding down... one of your wood-weaved baskets, turned upside-down as if to trap something inside
>A forked stick attached to four meters of string sat abandoned nerby, the latter feeding into a thicket of bushes
>Your voice gently echoed throughout the woods, quiet but audibly frustrated
"Anon! WHAT are you doing?"
>She turned to you with a playful grin
>"...Catching lunch"
>What the buck? This foal...
"Anon! That's not a funny joke to make! Let Angel out right now and apologize."
>She shrugged and jumped off the basket, tilting it back on its side and releasing the little rabbit, who rushed to your side holding a barely-eaten carrot undoubtedly used as some kind of bait.
>Anon just stood dejecectedly, kicking at the ground with a hoof
"Anon, aren't you gonna say sorry?"
>She mumbled something at a volume even you thought was low
"What was that?"
>"...No. Animals are stupid, it's his fault for getting trapped. He was asking for it."
"Now none of that is true Anon, animals are no different from us."
>"Then how come we've learned how to use a toilet and they haven't?" she asked indignantly
"Well-, uh, ...well, it's their culture."
>"Then it's a shitty culture."

>The two of you were walking home, littlepony skipping happily
>How could one foal be so draining?
>...
"...You weren't REALLY gonna eat Angel, right?"
>...
>"Well, not RAW."
>Where was she learning this?
>Maybe Twilight wasn't as gentle and kind as you thought



>Be Anonfilly
>Tummy was rumbly, you needed a eat
>All you had eaten since breakfast were some mushrooms Fluttershy had told you were edible
>Fuck her and her no-meat diet
>Probably a vegan
>No protein = nogainz
>tfw_you_forget_to_activate_your_almonds.png

>Time to utilize your filly charm
>This would require skill, grace, finesse
"I'm huuuuuuuuuuuuuuungry!"
>No response.
" ...I said I'm HUUUUUUUNGRY!"
>Fluttershy was a rock, not even slowing down
>Maybe she earned her money playing poker
>It would explain how she owned a house with no job
"I know you can hear me!" you yelled, startling the bunny riding on her haunches
>When you asked her if YOU could have a horsie ride back she just looked offended at you
>"Hmmm?" she asked, pretending to be surprised
>Now you were mad
>You stopped and turned your body, facing her in a perpendicular fashion, screwing your autism to the sticking-place
"Tendies, tendies I shall hath, or face my tummy's fearsome wrath!!" 
>She stopped to look at you, with a quizzical expression painted on her face
>"...What does that mean? Do you want food?"
>You can fucking talk to animals but not an (admittedly arcane) filly?
"Take me to thine abode, or drink my bladder's pungent load!"
>Wait a second, you were starting to sound like that zigger
>"My cottage? Oh, we already passed it a ways away. We'' just go straight home." sh answered in that timid rasp, obviously referring to your home
>Bitch, that was maybe a minute ago
>You could just turn around you know, it's 1/3 the distance to the castle
>Fuck, I don't want your shitty Mac n' Cheese anyway Butterbutt


>Be Twilight
>Filling out forms about the small modifications to the Friendship Castle, since it was technically government property
>when_you_hate_writing_thank_you_cards_so_you_fire_a_mcmissile(TM)_at_your_grandmothers_house_but_its_okay_since_her_present_entered_your_private_property_violating_the_nap_memeball.jpg
>Nopony said that being a princess would require you to do actual WORK
>You were supposed to be in charge, why did YOU have to do this?
>You hear a knocking, and get up, thankful for an excuse to leave
>Hopefully it was Derpy with a response from the ad you'd put out in several newspapers' personals sections; you were getting desperate for attention after you'd been dumped multiple times and the last stallion had threatened your filly
>You had proceeded to threaten his genitals
>You hoped that the ad would work; maybe you weren't specific enough?
>"Unicorn mare looking for young stallion or mare, ideally near Ponyville." with your address added via proxy you'd arranged to redirect to your castle; nopony would figure out it was you
>"No fatties." you'd added in small print
>You didn't want to give away your status, might scare some away
>You wanted the D. 
>And/or V
>After fumbling with the doorknob for a bit, you manage to swing the door open to see...
>Anon and Fluttershy, the former looking a bit woozy
"...oh. You're back already?" you asked, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice
>"Yes, we had a... pleasant time. She's a very clever filly." Fluttershy answered in her soft tone
"...But was she a GOOD filly?"
>"Well, uh, I wanted to talk to you about that."
"*sigh*. Was anypony hurt?"
>"...Almost."
>That was never a good sign


>Be Twilight
>You had fixed Anon a healthy lunch; hay sandwich, potato chips, and a glass of apple juice
>You'd doubled the servings after her complaints
>She was grumpy on her empty stomach, she'd perk up once she was full
>While she was eating, Fluttershy regaled her tale of Anon's shenanigans ,and briskly left citing 'other plans'
>Probably to go 'service' her animals
>So now you had to confront Nonny about her recent actions
>You stood in the doorway of the kitchen, took a breath, and entered
>Anon was sitting happily (but a bit off-balance) on her stool by the kitchen counter, halfway through the second sandwich, the number of chips dwindling
>She held out the sandwich toward you
>"Mr. Hay Sandwich wants to say something to you"
"Uh.... what does he want to tell me?"
>"Hay, I'm a sandwich" she answered, giggling deeply
>Anon was pretty happy today; the fresh air must have done her some good
"That's wonderful Nonny, but I wanted to talk to you about something else."
>"Who's Something Else?" she responded, followed by another bout of laughter
"Haha" you faked laughing,  "But this is serious. Would you say you were a bad filly today?"
>"Of course not, I'm a good filly." she answered, taking another bite of her sandwich
"Oh? Well, Fluttershy told me something else."
>Anon's face fell. Good, she feared you.
>In a parental way, you weren't an abuser or anything
>"It-it's not my fault, I swear! She refused to feed me!"
"So you THREATENED TO PEE ON HER???"
>"I was joking!"
"Yeah, well, no more threats of aggressive urination."
>"What about when it stopped me from being raped?"
"..."
"...That was in self-defense. Just- just don't do it on normal ponies."
>"Fine."
"But I what I really wanted to ask you was if you really said you were going to eat Angel."
>"Of course I did, animals are stupid and exist to serve man-man- ah!!!!"
>She fell from her stool, blue light emitting from the collar as rapid spasms englufed her body
>You just watched sadly
>Why couldn't she learn to be a pony? Why did she cling to delusions of her old self?
>The shaking stopped quickly, and you sat down next to her
"Anon, I know you're having a hard time adjusting, but I need you to learn this."
"You can't eat meat. You can't talk about eating meat. You can't THINK about eating meat. You embarrassed me in front of Fluttershy today, and if ponies find out about your 'desires' they'll think bad of me. Kapische?"
>...
"...Anon?"
>"Yeah, I was just thinking."
>She usually reacted more... aggresively after a shocking.
"...About what?"
>"Have you ever, like, LOOKED at your hooves? They're weird as fuck."
>wut.png
"...Anon, are you okay?"
>"Well, I barely had anything to eat this morning."
"I know, I should've made you more than toast, I was just a bit distracted earlier-."
>"And those mushrooms weren't filling AT ALL, so I've been running on empty."
"W-wait... mushrooms?"
>"Yeah, I found a couple of mushrooms in the forest. Fluttershy said they were edible, so I had a little snack on the way home. Hey, is it just me, or is the world getting more colorful?"
>Bucking Fluttershy
>Every time she was watching Anon something went wrong
>She should've been the Element of Stupid

>Be Anon
>You traipsed upstairs, followed by Murasakino Jiheisho-chan
>Today had kinda sucked, walking around a forest, tummy rumbling for sweet tendies
>But everything was okay now. It'd be okay forever, you were sure
>You were feeling way better now, must be the full stomach.
>Man, the room was spinning, but not in a dizzy way. Like you saw the whole world rotating at once
>Flat Earthers BTFO
>"Alright, let's get you in bed."
"But I'm not tiiiiired." you weakly protested as her magic lifted you on your bed, setting you down on the mattress in an upright position
>Twilight pulled out a bottle filled with a green liquid from inside the bedside table 
>"Here, just drink this, it'll make you feel better"
"...I know this is a sleeping potion Purple."
>"Just be a good filly for Mommy please."
>She still thought namedropping 'Mommy' constantly would work
>Whatever
>You grabbed the plastic cup with two hooves and chugged it down, wave after wave of fluid streaming down your throat and into your stomach
>It had a pleasant spearmint flavor
>You slapped the cup down on the table like it was a shot of whiskey
"Gimme another bartender."
>Twilight just sighed, fluffing up a pillow for you and placing it by the headrest
>Whew, the paint on your walls and ceiling was pretty deep. Like looking into a white ocean. 
"...Say, how do parents here know how to name their kids? Like, what if your talent was in geology? The name Twilight Sparkle would be pretty stupid then."
>"Well, they-"
"And what if their role in life is stripping? Or injecting heroin? I want to see THAT cutie mark." you continued drunkedly
>Twilight pulled the blankets back, and you laid back on the bedsheet
>Not because you were sleepy, it was just comfy was all. Yep.
>"Anon, I don't know what 'heroin' is, but I've never seen anything innapropriate for a cutie mark." 
"So you DO visit strip clubs!"
>"I didn't say that. And to answer your question, the mother has a 'naming dream' about two weeks before their foal's birth, which gives them a good idea of their child's potential."
"But what about free will?"
>"Anon, just shut up and go to sleep." she answered in an exasperated tone, pulling the covers over you
>She tucked you in, her hooves planting the blankets around you, followed by a kiss on your foreheas
>She headed out into the hall and turned back, closing the door halfway and peering at you with a small smile
>"...I love you Anon."
>After a moment, she shut the door all the way, and you heard the *click* of a lock.


>Be Twilight
>Walking down the staircase, clipping and clopping noises echoing through the chamber hall 
>You had hoped Anon would say 'I love you too.' back
>Maybe it was too much to hope for
>She still mostly had the mind of an adult, and would therefore take time to adjust
>You'd try to speed up the process some more, prior treatments had some results, although they often seemed temporary
>At least the filly instincts were in effect; she would shuffle next to you when scared, curl up next to you in her sleep during the rare nights you would sleep together
>You sat down at the dining room table and sighed
>Why couldn't your life be easy?
>You steeled yourself for more housing paperwork, and grabbed a quill



>Be Anon
>Sitting in class while Miss Cherilee taught more math; the both of you knew that you were way above this shit, so she was fine with you reading
>Unfortunately, you'd left the second book of the Three Kingdoms series at home
>twilightscreeching.png
>Rain splattered against the wooden roof and the glass panes; Twilight had read the day's forecast in the newspaper and equipped you with a (very cute) bright-yellow raincoat
>The (((Pegasi))) were behind this, you just knew it
>If you thought school was boring before, it was 10x worse now that you had nothing to do
>Today's topic was long multiplication
>"...And carry the two, since 4 times five is twenty..."
>Half the kids here bore looks of confusion on their faces
>Retards
>When you were their age, you had solved quantum physics and reversed the aging process
>You were writing a short story on the back of your problem worksheet
>Your brother, Josh, was an immortal being who got a life sentence
>Ripoff of a Twiligh Zone episode, essentially
>It didn't matter, you just wanted to see the asshole suffer
>...That was your brother's name, right? Wait, was it Jake...?
>Eh, who the fuck cared
>You were about to add in a VERY detailed gangrape sequence until you remembered that Cherilee was going through your trash (on Purple's command)
>Halfway through the police brutality bit a knocking came from the doors of the one-room classroom
>She looked at the entrance with a look of dread, subtle enough that only you would notice
>"Just a moment class, let me get that."
>She sauntered down the aisle towards the door, and you took the opportunity to stare at her thicc ass swaying
>Every head in the class swiveled to see who was at the door, rather than your refined appreciation for the aesthetics of the female form
>The door swung open smoothly, a unicorn mare with a teal coat and pink mane looking serious
>"It's happened." she said vaguely and dramatically
>You heard Cherilee queitly gasp; whatever 'it' was, it was serious
>She turned away from the door and mysterious intruder, and tried to remain poised
>"Class, an emergency
>"...So we hafta go home early?" Apple Bloom asked
>"Well, no, we're already behind- but I can't stay- um..."
>She glanced nervously at the mare
>"Anon, you teach it!" she yelled, blitzing outside with her friend, shutting the door behind her loudly
>There was a moment of silence as the lone authority figure had left the building
>Then every head rotated to you, wondering what had happened, and what would be next
>After a moment of silence, you scooted out of your chair and wandered lazily to the front of the classroom
>You hopped up to grab the chalk, and realized this wouuldn't work
>So you pulled the teacher's chair away from her desk and towards the podium
>Maybe some fun was in order
"Hello, class" you said deviously, evil smirk plastered on your face, "Hmm...according to this, the next section is on limit functions" 

"And you'll notice that , as f(x) = ((|x|)^3 + 1)/(x-2), there exists  a vertical asymptote at 2, since division by 0 does not compute" you said, jotting down a crude graph on the blackboard
>Scootaloo raised her hoof high, and you acknowledged it with your pointer
>"Uh, Anon-"
"Ak-hem."
>"Professor Anon, this isn't in any of our books." she answered, with mumbles of agreement echoing through the room
>You pretended to look down at the Teacher's Edition
"Well, here it says we learn this now. Cherilee actually scribbled some stuff down regarding examples. Which version of the workbook do you guys have?"
>"It-it doesn't say." answered Diamond Tiara
"Wait, you guys aren't using the fourth edition? That's what Miss Cherilee is teaching with."
>"Ahhh... nope." Apple Bloom added
"Well, she must have purchased the wrong books. Don't worry, this stuff is easier than it looks."
>You wish Equestria had whiteboards
>After all, white > black
"So, how you adjust the function with a subfunction? Well, you start by calculating the limit as x -> 2.  Can anyone find that value?
>...
>...
"If nopony answers I'm docking you all five points."
>"Can she do that?" you heard Silver Spoon whisper to Diamond
>Snips tenatively raised his hoof, taking a bullet for the team
>You pointed at him with the pool cue-like rod
>"Uh... zero?"
"No, it's f(2) = infinity!" you heckled him, eager to continue flaunting your mathematical superiority
>At this moment the door swung open, a chill breeze flowing in from the storm, and you saw a scuffed-up Cherilee enter, tired but not hurt at least
>"Was...was anypony hurt?" she asked in desperation
>"Uh... no." Sweetie Belle squeaked out
>"Good... good.. well, class, you're all dismissed!" she said tiredly "I'm sorry I was gone so long! If you don't tell your parents we won't have a quiz on Friday!"
>The students muttered enthusiastically amongst themselves and rolled out of the cairs, Aryanne leading the mass towards the cubbys holding the various raincoats and saddlebags
>Cherille trampled up to the lectern you were standing behind, looking pleased but a little bit exasperated
>"...Anon, why are you teaching Trigonometry?" 
"...It's actually Calculus."
>"You know Cal-? ..Well, I guess living with Twilight- Well, next time follow the lesson plan. But hey, I guess I won't get fired for a little 'advanced placement'." she laughed, "Thank you for watching the class Anon. Go and play with your friend." she said, nudging her head towards the only foal left in the classroom
>You headed towards the door, Aryanne standing alone but eager to speak, too impatient to wait for you to reach her 
>"I  zought what you taught made sense." Aryanne said across the room, "but I didn't quite get it"
>You sauntered towards her, eager to grab your stuff and leave
"It's okay Aryanne, I was just messing with them, that's big-filly math. You're smarter than these other foals. They're almost as dumb as ziggers."
>bloodfrozen.jpeg
>"EXCUSE ME????" rang Cherilee's voice

>Be Anon
>Cherilee verbally raping you
>"...That sort of language is absoulutely unacceptable. You're such a little filly, where did you learn that word?"
"I heard a couple of stallions use it in Fillydelphia. What does it mean? I just thought it sounded funny." you  lied, putting on your most innocent face
>"...Anon, I don't want to seem rude, but I don't believe you."
"....It was worth a shot." you shrugged
>"Why would you say that ponies with different skin are dumber than others? You know that's not true."
>Ignoring biological differences between ponies and zebras
>She didn't mention yaks or griffons either
>...
>"Do you know why the word itself is bad?"
"Because it's mean."
>"That's right. Somepony's feelings could be seriously hurt- and other ponies will think you're bad if they hear you say it. Do you want to be a bad filly?"
>'Yes yes yes!' said the devil on the shoulder
"Uh..."
>"Anon?"
"No. I want to be a good filly." 
>"That's good to hear. Well, I don't want you to say such a foul word ever again- there's no room for hate in my classroom."
"Yes Miss Cherilee" you said guiltily
>She began scribbling something down on a piece of paper, using her mouth of course
>After a moment she handed the slip of paper to you, and you glanced down to its contents
>"Dear Miss Sparkle, I overheard your daughter using the z-word after class. Thankfully, the only other foal nearby was Aryanne, with whom I have had similar conversations.. I would like to discuss with you Anon's behavior and possible correctional action. -Miss Cherilee"
>Fuck
"I'm not her daughter." you corrected autistically
>"*Sigh* Anon, now isn't the time for semantics."
"Can't you just write a new one?" 
>"Pushing your luck, are we?""
"I just don't want anyb- anypony getting the wrong idea. I'm sure it would embarrass Twilight greatly. Maybe call me a charge? Or dependent?"
>"*Sigh* Alright, lemme get another slip."


>"Was happened?" asked Aryanne as you exited the schoolhouse, wearing a cute blue raincoat that went well with her white coat
"I got reprimanded, pretty much what you'd expect. It's not like she can use corporeal punishment, it's 854."
>"And der paper?" she asked, glsncing at the slip in your hoof.
"It's a note for a paarent-teacher meeting for Twilight." you answered, holding it underneath your coat to shield it
>"That's not gut."
"It's raining, right? It's be a shame if the raindrops bled the ink and make it illegible. Of course, I'm a good filly, and will leave it on the table. Twilight is off doing errands right now; when she sees the paper she'll assume it's trash and throw it away, and I have plausible deniability."
>...
>"Anon, you are so smart."
>The two of you walked off giggling, your rubber yellow boots making satsfying 'squish' noises as you trampled through the mud.


>Be Anon
>Sitting at the Canter Creamery, digging into a Mint-chocolate chip waffle cup
>You didn't even bother with spoons, you just shoved your muzzle inside and started eating
>Some ponies gave you weird looks but fuck them
>You were cute, you could get away with gluttony
>You'd bought the sugary dish with your weeks' wages as an unwilling, well-bribed student
>You couldn't drown you sorrow in booze anymore, now you could only blot out the misery of your lonely existence by consuming vast amounts of cake and ice cream, like a feminist 
>...Wait a second

>You stood outside the general store, try to make eye contact with passing ponies
>Surely there was one of shaky moral fiber
>Evntually a stallion with an hourglass cutie mark made the mistake of looking at you directly.
>Finally, a brown person you didn't hate
>It was that guy Time Turner
>You saw him around a lot, often with your mailmare Dandy or Dainty or whatever her name was
>They were definitely fuckbuddies
"Hey, mister, will you buy me some booze?" you asked, batting your eyelashes with what you hoped was a lewd expression
>He just looked down at you with a confused expression
>"Uhh... no. Of course not. Where are your parents?" he asked looking sided to side, obviously in some sort of rush
"They're very busy at work". It wasn't a lie, Twilight was always running off and leaving you high and dry. 
"C'mon," you brushed against his side, purring, "a little alcohol won't hurt."
>"I'm in a hurry, but don't drink! It's bad for you!" he shouted, practically galloping away  
"Okay, how about- how about cigarettes?!?" you yelled at his shrinking form
>For a guy with a clock for an ass tattoo, he certainly didn't manage his time well


>1 hour later
>Nopon- NOBODY would buy you any booze
>You wish there were a town drunk you could share with


>Twilight was leaning against the sink, hooves bound in yellow rubber gloves and humming happily
>She must've had someone over for lunch
>Maybe that skank Rarity
>She didn't put out rarely, that's for sure
"Why are you so chipper?" you asked in annoyance
>She booped you on the nose, some sudsy water leaking onto your snootle
>"I have a DATE this Saturday."
>Who'd be horny enough to put up with her insanity?
>NEVER stick your dick in crazy



>Be Twilight
>Shopping at the Galloping Grocery
>Loading up on Caeser dressing, you hadn't made a salad in forever and Anon would only eat it drenched in the sauce
>She'd gotten a little better about eating since living with you, she'd only throw tantrums when somepony else cooked, or if it the dish had broccoli
>While glancing down at your color-coded shopping list, you saw Miss Cherilee out of the corner of your eye
>You looked up and waved, eager to talk to a friend
>She pushed her cart towards you, a pleasant but neutral expression on her face
>"Hello, Twilight. How are you?"
"Great! But I haven't seen you in forever! How's it going?"
>"Oh, fine. Lots of papers to grade." she let out a short, insincere laugh, "but I'm surprised you haven't stopped by for a meeting yet."
"...Why would we need to meet?" you asked
>To talk about Anon's recent... behavior."
>Your stomach dropped
"What behavior? Did she start another argument on libertarianism?"
>"...You didn't get my note?"
>The unpleasant feeling in your gut doubled
"...What note?"
>"I sent a note addressed to you with Anon, she was supposed to deliver it to you. You don't know what she did?"
>Miraculously, the sensation in your gut doubled oncemore, a black creature eating you from the inside
"...No. I'm not gonna like it, am I?"


>Be Anon
>Playing with your custom made Hot Wheels (they weren't quite like the earth ones, but you were at least still capable of making vroom-vroom noises)
>The light was shining through the purple-tinted window above your bed, a pinkish hue shadowing over your body
>A fast and furious chase between the Yakuza and the Triads was underway, the two organizations fighting over domination in the underground waifu-trafficking
"Pew! Pew! Brarararararara!". 
>Both groups were armed to the teeth. 
>Especially Sharkface and his cybernetically-enhanced teeth
>It was a very extensive dental plan
>Just as Ching-chong Ping-pong was readying his sushi-seeking rocket launcher, your playtime was interrupted by something equally dangerous
>"ANON!!!!! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!"

>Be Anon
>Being butt-blasted verbally by Twicunt
>You'd only seen her this mad once before, when you'd thrown a rock out a window in an attempt to get her jailed for statutory >rape
>"-I was MORTIFIFED, what must Cherilee think of me? You're lucky no other foals were there, I would've DIED from embarrassment."
>thatwouldntbesobad.jpg
>I would drag you to Miss Cherilee's house RIGHT NOW, but I'm too mad to have a decent conversation, and don't want to look like a bad mother!"
>You didn't contest the mother part, you didn't want Purple to go nuclear
>Were her eyes glowing?
>'Well, you ARE one' would've been another way to piss her off, but at this point she was nearing a rage-induced seizure 
>"Why would you try to hide this from me? Everything you do will catch up with you someday."
>...
>"Don't you have anything to say for yourself?!" she spat out, eager to yell some more
>You choked up a little; being yelled at by somepo- someone you lived with still hit you hard

"I didn't get rid of the note, I left it out on the table, and went to play with my friends. When I came back I saw it was gone and assumed you read it. M-maybe you threw it out by mistake?"
>She paused, likely searching through her memory for such an event, then discarded that train of thought
>"Well, even if that DID happen- which I don't believe, you're very cunning- I still can't imagine you'd say such a thing! Where'd you learn that kind of language?!?"
>Recognition dawned upon her face
>"It was Aryanne, wasn't it?"


>Be Anon
>Sitting outside the school building, worry knawing at you
>Twilight was inside, speaking with Miss Cerilee about your 'slip-up'
>The suspense was killing you; what cruel punishment would she enact THIS time?
>Probably something involving whips
>God, did she get off to this?

>Eventually Twilight opened the door, turning her head for a moment a offering a short 'goodbye' to your teacher
>There was a moment of silence
>"Well, you're not going to be seeing Aryanne anymore, that's for sure."
"What? She's my best friend, you can't do this! I thought you were the Princess of Friendship!?"
>"She a bad influence on you Anon, and it's my job as a mother to make sure you grow up into a respectable mare. From now on, *I* get to choose which friends you have.
>"Also, Miss Cherilee will be seperating you and Aryanne in class. We're moving you apart, no more chatting, no more group projects, -zip-"
"This isn't fair! You're being a dam- darn tyrant!"
>"Don't give me lip! I can make your life MUCH harder, little one."
"You've been doing that since day one!"
>She scowled at that, but decided to ignore your response
>"Also, you're going to spend some time associating with zebra culture, and afterwards you  write a two-page paper about how you were wrong."
>Two pages? That wasn't so bad.
"Alright, what do I need to do? Read three books, listen to a few records?
>"No, no; You're GOING to Afetlocka"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" you screeched in your high-pitched voice, banging on the porthole of the caboose door of the Friendship Express
>Twilight stood straight outside, giving you a comforting yet eerie smile 
>"You'll only be gone a few days. You'll love it, and when you get back you'll be much more tolerant."
>You didn't want to be tolerant, look what happened to Swedistan
"I promise to be good! Just let me out!" you yelled through the door, desperately jiggling the knob
>A horn blared, and Twilight turned to look over her shoulder
>"Oh, the train is pulling out! I'll see you soon Anon! Be a good filly!" she said, hopping onto the platform



>You stood on the foreign platform, the train pulling away while you waited for your 'chaperone'
>You had thought about leaving on a different stop and running away, but at Fillydelphia you were pretty sure you saw Purple in a trenchcoat and sunglasses, pretending to read a newspaper
>She was probably watching you right now, waiting to see you to be culturally enriched
>An earth pony with a bronze coat and mane made of several shades of black seemed to recognize you, trotting towards you with purpose
>Oh thank god, she's not a zebra
>Wait a second...
"Hey, are you Daring Do??" you asked excitedly, eager to finally meet a celebrity
>She looked disappointed and resigned, as if she was used to this question
>"No, I'm her sister, Daring Don't."
"..."
>"My mother was not a creative mare."
>You noticed her cutie mark was that of a fluffy pillow with a heart in the middle
>You looked around at the desolate plains surrounding the stations, full of grass, monkeys, and probably superAIDS
>Her special talent probably wouldn't come in handy here
>You'd have to survive on your wits alone
>And possibly feeding her to a manticore to give you time to escape


>Be Anon
>Daring Don't was giving you a safari tout from inside a zebra-pulled carriage 
>Good, they were in their place
>You gaze across the dismal landscape
>Not much to look at, really.
>"And here you see... even more drygrass." she said, obviously running out of commentary, "Yeah, it's the dry season right now, so not a whole lot to see..."
>OFC Ziggerland held nothing of value
"Hey, does Afetlocka have any terrain that isn't a dry, desolate plain not fit for ma-ma- PONYkind?" you asked, little ripples of pain radiating from your neck.
>"South of here you have some jungles." she answered, looking at the horizon
"Are there any wild animals to see? Like manticores?" you asked hopefully
>"No, not really. Those are very rare here."
"Are there any Afetlockan dragons?"
>"No, there isn't any gold or anything to draw them here."
"Chimera?"
>"Nope."
"Is there ANYTHING cool here?"
>"...We have antelope."
>What a dissapointment. And your expectations for this place were dismally low
"I'm bored. When can we go to the hotel? You had better rented a good one, I'm basically a princess and deserve the best. They'd better have a swimming pool, or at least cable."
>"...We're not staying in a hotel."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" you screeched from the middle of an Afetlockan village, the  carriage long gone
>"C'mon Anon, it won't be so bad. What's the worst that can happen?"

>You sat with your back against a glorified mud hut, giving the eye to any zebra that tried to get close
>These people actually spoke in 'ooga's and 'booga's
>/pol/ hadn't been kidding
>Daring Don't spoke their language, and was talking to who seemed to be the village chief
>You had no idea what she was saying
>You tried tugging at her tail, but she would just ignore you and keep talking
>At least Twilight sometimes explained what was going on, or at least gave you an annoyed look and a  curt 'not now Anon'
>Being scolded was better than being ignored

>Eventually the conversation finished, with Daring saying some shit with a tone of gratitude, almost reverance
>Suckup
>But these savages might go nuclear at the smallest slight
>Kek, they'd probably wind up looting themselves
>That chieftain was giving you funny looks though
>Damn zebras were probably pedos
>And you were NOT for sexual

"What if we just go and spend the weekend at a nice hotel in Fillydelphia? Twilight gave you a ton of bits, right? And when we went home, we could tell Twilight about all the good times we had."
>Daring was a reasonable mare, surely an überpone would wish to seperate herself from these barbarians
>"No Anon, you're going to experience local culture. You haven't even eaten any of their cuisine, and dinner is only a few hours away"
"...Or, even better, we can eat room-service hayburgers and watch old movies like queens." you reply, raising and lowering your eyebrows
>"No, Anon, I'm not gonna let you weasel out of the punishment Twilight gave you" 
"Ha! You just admitted coming here is a punishment!" you shouted, pointing at her in victory
>"You're taking that out of context"
"You actually hate it here."
>The pieces were fititng together, why she seemed so disinterested and moody
>"No, Afetlocka has a lot of beautiful scenery, and wonderful people-"
"Why did you come here? Why did you decide on this career path?"
>"I- I like being here in the wild."
>Bullshit, nobody likes the wild, that's why we invented houses and indoor plumbing
"You cutie mark is a pillow with a heart in the middle. It has nothing to do with your safari schtick. Your heart isn't in your work, ironically enough."
>...
"What would you REALLY rather do? Sell beds? Make sleeping potions?"
>"Well, I sometimes think about other work opportunities." she answered sadly
"Face it, you only decided to be a safari guide so that your parents would look at you with the same prideful joy they do with your adventurer sister, but you realize now that you will always be second-best in their eyes."
>"Th-that's not true..."
"And the only reason you stay here is so you can can compare yourself to lesser creaturres to feel better about yourself and drown out your inferiority complex."
>"St-stop. P-please"
"Face it, Daring Don't, you hate yourself. You hate living this life"
>"Th-that's..."
"How often do you think about suicide? Three times a week? Four?"
>...
"What's your plan gonna be Daring? Noose? Overdose? There's a lot of predators nearby, maybe you could pretend you died heroically fighting a rampaging monster- then people would at least admire you in death."
>"Okay. I need to g-go now. I need to call my therapist." she said shakily, turning away from you
>Daring tapped a passing zebra on the shoulder, asking a question in their tongue
>The zebra pointed back in the direction of the train station
>Daring gave a tearful 'thank you'- you assumed she said that- and ran off towards the station in tears
>That was like eight miles away, have fun walking
>You watched her for a minute, her form slowly shrinking
>Wait. Now you were alone.
>Surrounded by ziggers.

>It was approaching nightfall and you were getting worried
>Fuck it Daring, why would you leave a filly unattended 
>You're SO giving her a one-star review
>You could feel their eyes subtly turning toward you, sensing an unattended filly ready to be bred
>Typical, these degeneratess prefered white women to their own.
>Oddly enough they didn't like Asians
>They were slowly surrounding you; not in a ring-of-bodies way, but you could see them standing around and talking, giving you wierd looks, nudging a bit closer every minute
>Daring Don't never seemed worried about these people. Maybe you were being paranoid, and they weren't sexual predators?
>Or maybw she was STRIPED and trying to draw you into her fetish
>Was Twilight in on this? You were starting to think she was masturbating to all the cruel punishment she gave you
>You'd just quietly leave and head to the train station
>You could get there before the darkness set in
>You slowly trot in the wake of Daring Don't, keeping an eye on the zebras
>They were getting closer
>Oh no, you weren't getting culturally enriched tonight
>You backed up slowly, eyes never leaving 
>Maybe they were like Weeping Angels and couldn't advance as long as you were looking at them
>Nope, a zebra was approaching with a look of... interest? In his eyes
>"Het jy hulp nodig jong?" he asked, probably asking if you were ready for breeding
"St-stay back!" you pointed, slowly backing up into the village outskirts
>"Sy was by die vrou" another zebra advanced
>"Listen here you savages, you can never defeat me as I am a WHITE MALE, superior- aaaaaah!" you squeled, and began writhing on the ground, your collar stinging intensely like a cattle brand
 >"Ek dink sy het 'n mediese toestand" you managed to hear the first zebra say through the pain
>Out of the corner of your vision you saw a small crowd forming, waiting for their turn to rape the spastic
>"Moet ons haar aanraak?" the second grunted out
>"Nee ons moet vir die dokter wag" 
>"Demoon! Demoon!" one screeched, with the majority screeching in approval
>The crowd began jeering in approval, the other two seemingly ignored
>"DEEMON! DEEMON!"
>"Brand haar op die spel!" one shouted out, and the began advancing on you with both determination and fear
>Oh no, you weren't ready for a gangbang
>The pain quickly fades, and you manage to get back on your hooves
>One of the closer rational zebras reaches a hoof to touch you, and you rear back on your hind legs, rotating to your left
"Don't! I'll- I'll" you saw a torch resting on a sconce on the building wall
>You grab it in a hoof and wave it at the approaching ziggers
"Stay Back!" you yelled, waving your weapon in a fiery arc
"Yeah, I'm sure you guys are real scared of fire, you only invented it two weeks ago!"
>The ziggers were beginning to say something in calming voices. Probably something involving watermelon.
>You backed up until you felt your legs brushing against the dry prarie grass
>Say, there's an idea
>You walk back another twent meters, never taking your eyes off of the zebras
>They were seemingly calling for somebody, probably ZeChad, who would have first run on your body
"Burn in hell you subhumans!" you yelled, dramatically pitching the toch into the arid flora  
>The blaze caught on instantly, a column of fire rising up to your head
>You took a moment's pause to watch it spread outward, forming a wall between the savages and yourself
>Then you saw the wall start to approach you, like that time in Final Fantasy IV
>You realized you were standing in a field of the drygrass
>Fuck.

>You ran from the village, hoping this was the way Daring Don't went (you were 80% sure)
>You could hear the 'ooga's and 'booga's of the tribesmen as they rushed to handle the ponymade disaster, you having been momentarily forgotten
>You could feel the heat lapping against your back
>You dared not turn your head around, the last thing you needed was to trip
>A cool breeze was blowing from the west, angling the growth of the fire forward and right of you
>Over in the distance you saw a smudge that looked like a building
>Must be the train station, praise Kek
>After a moment your hooves began clopping on a dirt road
>You were getting tired and didn't hear any sounds of pursuit, so you turned around to look at your handiwork and sat down on your rump.
>Fields of crops were alight, and it was pretty close to harvest season, so that was gonna be a famine
>The village was in flames, the straw roofs quickly spreading the fire
>Zebras were rushing around, trying to save their possessions and put out the flames
>The problem was that the dumb ziggers build their village a quarter-mile from the nearest river
>You sat and watched the orange light, lives burning into smoke
>The zebras would be forced back deeper into Afetlocka, far away from pony civilization
>You couldn't wait to tell Aryanne of your heroics.
>...Fuck you Twilight.



>Eventually you reach the train platform
>You see Daring Don't sitting against a pillar, forelegs hugging her hindlegs, eyes reddened from crying 
>"T-twilight told me what a bad filly you are. She'd never believe you."
"Of course not. I would be punished - you'd likely get a significant bonus, nice bag of bits. But it's not Twilight you should be afraid of."
>She gave you a quizzical expression
"What if I start telling peop- ponies that you abandoned a filly because you were sad? How many clients would you get then?"
>She didn't respond
"And what about your family? They'd wind up hearing it sooner or later. They'd be so embarrased, and ashamed of you. That'd make Hearthswarming awkward.
>...
"Or, you do what I say and we can have a decent weekend, and never see each other again."
>"O-ok. You win." she admitted 
>Good. 
>You always win.
>You were basically Batman.


>Be Anon, Saturday afternoon
>Laying on a queen-sized bed in a very fancy, very expensive hotel room, an old-timey projector playing black-and white (and barely color) movies
>An empty pizza box sat on the floor, surrounded by hayburger wrappers and empty fry containers
>Having a rich m- caretker had its perks
>Daring Don't only came to sleep and make sure you weren't dead
>80% chance she was drowning her sorrows in cheap booze 
>She'd left you with 60% of the significant sum of money Twilight had sent with her
>So you just watched movies and ate fatty foods
>Purple would go into conniptions if she saw your gluttony and sloth
>Which is weird, she was always trying to get your to eat more
>Of course she meant healthy food
>It was a waste, your BMI had always been very low
>You would think that turning into a cartoon underage female pony would change that
>Wait a second
>The movie was wrapping up and your mouth demanded sugar
>You weren't 100% perfectly satisfied at this moment, and this was somebody else's problem
>You pulled on a rope next to your bed, connected to a hole the ceiling
>This hotel had a rope-based system where pulling it would ring a bell, one of a dozen by the concierge's desk
>After a minute, a mare in a french maid outfit (top waifu material) entered
>"How can I serve you, honored guest?" she asked in the tone of an employee practically reciting it off a cue card
>She had already asked this a dozen times today
"This movie's almost over. Can you get another reel? I want a mystery movie this time."
>"Yes ma'am."
>You knew that the nearest video store (There were only four in Fillydelphia, movies weren't exactly cheap in PastelLand) was quite a walk away, but you didn't care. The employees lived to serve you.
"And bring up another hot fudge sundae. But this time I want caramel, not chocolate. Charge it all to my account."
"Y-yes Miss Anon" the maid replied with a bit of fear and a bow
"Ac-HEM". you pretended to cough
"Yes, Princess Anonymous" she corrected herself, bowing further
>Did she just roll her eyes?
>You'd let her live, you were a gracious ruler
>Plus Twilight would spank you if you had anyone executed
>Here you were, sitting in bed all day and watching movies, living the high life on government money with poni-people waiting on you hoof and f- HAND and foot.
>You were beyond NEET, you were Anti-Wage(cuck)
>Twilight was probably just sitting at home, reading a book and plotting new ways to make you suffer
>For once, you had it better than her

>Be Twilight
>It was Saturday night, the night of your date
>Somepony had responded to the ad you put in the newspapers' Personals sections
>You were excited for this one; you had a good feeling about tonight. Maybe things would go your way for once
>extremelylewdthoughts.png
>After a bit of back-and-forth messaging, you and 'Booping Beauty' had decided to eat at Bridleau's, the fancy French resturaunt
>You'd put on eye shadow and eyeliner, and had your hair done up into a braided bun. You wore a shimmering teal dress recommended by Rarity; she said you looked gorgeous in it, but she was a friend, how honest would she be?
>You should've asked Anon, she tended to be an asshole about these things, but at least she was honest
>You wondered how she was doing in Afetlocka. Did she make any friends yet? What had she eaten, would she finally eat more than five foods? Was she giving Daring Don't trouble?
>The last one was certain
>So you stood in the restuaraunt lobby, waiting for your date, on the lookout for a "sexy young mare with childbearing hips"
>She'd better not have lied in her letters
>You had specified 'no fatties' in your ad
>Across the lobby you saw Glimmer; it was always great meeting a friend unexpectedly
"Glimmer!"
>She turned and saw you, smiling in recognition
>"Oh, Twilight! What a surprise!" the two of you embraced in a short hug
"Are you on a date too?" you asked. Maybe the two of you could double-date.
>"Yes, I'm just waiting for them" she answered, looking around nervously, as if her partner was going to come out from behind a curtain
"Me too!" you laughed, "I always show up early, I'm terrified of being late."
>...
>...
>"W-wait a second..." Glimmer asked, and in that moment your heart fluttered and dropped at the same time
>"...Are you Lonely Mare??" Glimmer asked incredulously
"Booping Beauty??"
>"Y-yeah..."
>The two of you stood awkwardly, not sure which step to take, and whom should start
"W-well, we still have a reservation, a-and I have no other plans" you awkwardly proposed, only making partial eye contact
>"S-sure, sounds like fun." You weren't sure what to make of her facial expression. Embarassment? Anticipation? Disappointment?
>Why couldn't your life be easy?

>"I just expected to look... different."
>Oh Celestia, did she think you were ugly?
>You knew it, you were ugly
>This was going terribly, you should've just followed Celestia's example and eat cake to fill the void-
>"Older, I mean. Your ad mentioned rich, and I was expecting a..."
"M-milf?" you proposed, hoping for the affirmative
>"Yeah, I just never thought of that word." she answered sheepishly
"I mean, I AM a mother." you laughed
>Fuck yeah, you were a MILF!
>You had a fantasy about putting Anon to bed, then walking down the hall and having wild, kinky sex
>Maybe you were prettier than you thought
>Wait, was she just saying that because you were her boss?

>Be Anon
>Sitting on the Friendship Express
>You sat on a window seat, with Daring Don't reading a book (obviously not a DD one) across from you, its cover featuring a swooning mare and a jacked stallion
>You had finished your last one () a half-hour ago, so you just watched the landscape roll by, growing more and more familiar
>She closed it with a *whiff* and shoved it back into her carryon, pulling your bag out of the and handing it to you
>You wheeled it out of the compartment, and at the door you stared down at the steps
>They looked pretty big from up here
>Plus your stubby little legs meant you'd need to hop
>As you tensed up to jump, you heard a jubilant voice
>"Anon!"
>You were gripped in a familiar aura, your suitcase strung along as well
>Twilight pulled you into a very fierce hug, your body pressed against hers
>You missed your two days of freedom

>You could feel Twilight looking over your shoulder
>"Daring! Was Anon good for you?" she asked with a combinattion of joy, fear, and implicit threat
>You waited to see- well, hear- whether or not she would renge on your agreement
>...
>"Yeah. She was fine. I think she learned a lot."
>'Well, that's great. 
>"Wait, you forgot to pay me."
>"...I already did. Remember that big bag of bits I gave you?"
>"I thought those were travel expenses!"
>"No, that was the little bag."
>TFW Twilight had to spend more getting somebody to tolerate you for a weekend than actually going on 'vacation'
>TFW Even her pay was absorbed by your hedonism
>tbf she spent a lot on cheap booze, according to the smell when she got back to the hotel room
>"W-well the trip was really expensive- a lot of tolls, a lot of... incidents-"
>"Incidents?" Purple asked suspiciously
>"Well, Afetlocka is full of corruption, and bandits-"
>"Nonny, is this true?"
>You knew if Daring didn't get paid, the odds of her squealing would rise tremendously
>Besides, she deserved her keep anyway
>"Yeah, there were some big stallions with spears who accosted us on Sunday, our tour group had to hand over our valuables. Daring managed to hide our little bag, so we were okay."
 >Twilight sighed, "All right, lemme pull out my checkbook."

>You and Twilight walked home, and you spent your journey appreciating how superior pony culture was to zebra savagery
>She sent you to become more tolerant, but you wound up even more redpilled
>"So how was your time in Afetlocka Anon?"
"It was good, the countryside was really nice. Lots of... nature."
>Afetlocka only had animals, after all
>"What about zebra culture? Did you learn anything about them?"
>You knew this question was coming; this would be the hardest to bullshit
"Yeah, it was cool, I guess. I liked the dances they did."
>"Hmm." she said curtly
"I didn't like the food though."
>"Well, you ARE a picky eater." she said, smiling to herself
>Not her you're-getting-punished smile, but a genuine one
"So, uh, how did I do?"
>Twilight paused, thinking to herself
>"Mmmm, I think you learned your lesson. I guess you don't need to write the paper." 
>You cheered internally, maybe life was looking up
>Twilight must have noted your glee, and realizing that you were happy, deciding to quash your hopes
>"But you still can't hang around with that Aryanne filly."
>You looked back down at the ground, your ears pressed down against your head
>"Don't worry Nonny, you'll make new friends." she consoled you, ruffling your mane with a hoof, "in fact, I made a checklist of other foals I approve of!"

>Be Anon
>The search for new friends continued
>The CMC went okay, but they already had their little clique and Twilight wanted you to have a friend 'who was yours' 
>Ofc she thinks other ponies belong to her
>emancipationwasamistake.png (8.5 MB)
>After all, she basically owned you
>And every other foal on the list so far had been a definite 'no'
>Diamond Tiara had been okay, but there was a wall between the two of you
>You were pretty sure she was just jealous that you were richer
>Snails had flat-out said he didn't like you and slammed the door in your face
>You pretended to be sad to get ice cream from Twiggles
>And after the "Teeter-Totter Incident", you were no longer allowed to play with Featherweight anymore
>It was his fault for being a manlet

>You trudged behind Twilight, as the two of you weaved between homes
>She checked Pipsqueak's name off the list , leaving only a handful of foals left
"Can't we just go ho- back to the castle?" you corrected yourself hurredly
>Did she just smile? 
>"No. You're making a friend today, one way or another."
"Mmmmmgh" you moaned
>"And you had better be on your BEST behavior." she said menacingly
>You arrived at a small, run-down-but-cozy-somehow home a little bit off the beaten path
"Uhhh, who's this?"
>"Button Mash. I figured the two of you would have a lot in common."
"But his vidya is shit, you guys haven't-"
>Twilight slapped you out of nowhere, and you reeled back, stumbling a bit
>You turned back to Twilight in confusion, and a bit of betrayal
>"I don't want you to use that kind of language anymore. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes." you answered in defeat
>"Good. Now go make a friend." she said, not as happy as she had been earlier
>She dissappeared with a pink *pop*, but you knew she was still here, likely hiding in the bushes
>Well, may as well get this over with 
>You knocked on the wooden door, and hear some rummaging from within
>"MOOOOM! THE DOOR!"
>"I'm getting it pumpkin!"
>You heard clicking, and the door swung open, and a thicc AF earth pony looked down at you
>Button's_Mom_has_got it_going_on.jpg
>...
>...
>"I'm sorry sweetie, we don't want any magazine subscriptions."
"Y-you too thanks."
>As the door slowly-ver slowly- began to close, Twilight was behind you with another *pop*
>"Anon, I need to- oh! Tender Heart! I'd forgotten that Anon was coming for a playdate!"
>Fuck you Twilight, playdates were for babies. You were just here to 'hang out'
>"Oh, is that why she's here? I'm so embarrased!" she giggled

>"Well, she'd love to play with Button. Would it be okay? Is it a bad time?" Twilight asked
>"Oh, no, now's fine, Button already finished his homework. Button! Your friend is here!"
"I-I'm not sure I'd-"
>Purple practically shoved you into the doorway, prevennting any hope of escape.
>Button's mom reared back a touch in surprise as you bumped into her massive chestfluff 
>"Be a good filly! If she's any trouble, don't be afraid to use the belt!" Twilight laughed
>Button's Mom laughed awkwardly at Purple Autism's 'joke' 
>If she only knew
>Twilight popped away, possibly still spying on you

>Be Anonfilly
>You'd dallied a bit in the entryway so you could 'accidently' bump into her flank
>The house was very utilitarian, not a lot of furtniture
>You could see the kitchen from the hallway, and it seemed cramped, with pots and pans hanging from hooks on the wall, and doorless cabinets filled with plastic dishes and silverware
>Button's mom had hurredly escorted you to his room, a small affair; the bed must've made up a fourth of the room
>tbf all rooms seemed small to you after living in a castle
>Comic books were scattered on the floor, and posters for various vidya and movies lined the walls
>Some board games and fantasy novels were sitting against one corner
>Button sat at an arcade-y like console, not looking up from the screen
>How were those things powered? Equestria tech was REALLY inconsistent
>At least you could invent cars and make a shitload of money when yiu were older
>"Button, you have a guest." Tender Heart said in a singsong voice
>He kept playing, oblivious to your presence
>"That's great. Can they wait a minute?"
>"Button, that's no way to treat a friend."
>"C'mon mom, I've only been on for an hour." he whined
>"No more video games, Button, you have a friend here."
>"What if we played TOGETHER?" he asked
>"I only bought you one controller. Now go outside honeymunchkin"
>Button's cheeks grew as red as a crayon at the use of his nickname
>"Moooom~, not in front of my friends."
>Fuck, you wanted to play his oldie games
>Where was a MadCatz controller when you needed one?


>Be Anonfilly
>You and Button sat playing chess, as DnD was SUUUPER boring with only two players
>All Button did was the WWW formation with his pawns, always leaving his rear line exposed
>While you gazed at the board deep in thought, Button asked you a very important question
>"Hey, you hungry?"
"Not particularly." you answered
>"Well I am. Lemme get dinner started"
>He got up and opened his door a bit, pushing his head out into the hall
>"Moom!! Moooooooom!"
>In a second his mom was upon him, making sure everything was all right
>"Is everything okay Snookums?" she asked, glancing over his body as if a knife-wielding psycho had broken into his room in the last ten minutes. "Did Anon have another incident?" she asked worriedly, looking into the room at you
>Wait, did she-
>"No,  I'm hungry. Can you make us spaghetti?"
>"Well, dinner is still a couple of hours away, and-"
>"...Do you want me to starve Mom?? Don't you loooove me?" he asked in a sad voice with huge puppy-dog eyes
>Button a cute
>"Well... anything for you, sweetums." she answered, kissing him on the cheek and leaving the room
>Button turned and looked back down at the chessboard
"Why is your mom such a beta?"
>He looked at you in confusion
>Probably doesn't even speak Greek
"Why does she do everything you want?"
>"Oh, I dunno. Probably feels guilty because dad still isn't back from buying cigarettes."
>That explained why everything here seemed... old. Not run-down, but new things clearly weren't in the budget.
>Except for his vidya
>"So what does your mom do?" you asked, positioning a bishop for a crosscut maneuver
>"She works at night. She won't tell me what her job is though."

>You pull out another board game from his closet
>Saddlers of Catan. Of course.
"How's this one?" you ask
>"It's been a while, but I'm pretty sure I like this one."
"We're playing Anon Rules." you added
>"...What are 'Anon Rules'?
"The only rule is the NAP."
>"...But I hate naps."

>You moved your Microsift(TM) Militia over to your privately-owned opium field to quell the child-slave rebellion.
"When are you gonna invest in agriculture?" you asked Button in a condescending voice, "I'm destroying you in farming."
>"But all you make is drugs." he refuted "and drugs are bad."
"Not if you trade them for non-regulated free-market goods and services."
>"...Are you SURE this is how you play this game?"
"This is the ONLY way to play it."


>You grew curious about Thicc Roll
"...Hey, what's your mom's name?"
>You didn't know, you'd blotted out what Twilight said
>Probably telling Button's Mom about how much you liked being whipped
>Although if she wanted to do it sensually, you'd be down
>...
"Well? What is it?"
>"Her name is...
>...
>"...Mom?"

>You sat at the table next to Button, with his mom opposing you
>A large bowl of spaghetti past sat in the middle of the table, with a pot of marinara sauce and one of tossed greens sitting beside them. A plate of garlic bread had already been half-devoured between you and Button, but his mom knew to make extra account for that.
>Tender Heart used a ladle to pour a liberal amount of sauce onto Button's plate, smiling on the while.
>"Do you want me to fill your plate too?" she asked, placing the ladle back into the pot, then wiping a hoof on her heart-adorned apron.
>"S-sure." you answered, handing her the plastic plate
>"So Anon, what do you do for fun?" she asked
>Button was too busy eating to care
"Well, I- uh... I read."
>"Well, it must be great living in a library then." she giggled
>She filled your plate with plenty of past and quite a bit of sala
>"I heard you just got back from AFETLOCKA" she said with genuine interest, "What was that like?"
>She set your plate down in front of you, the marinara sauce forming a little smiley face on the pasta
>God she was perfect
"It was a blazin' good time." you answered, eagerly digigng into your meal
>She giggled, "Oh, you foals and your slang. It's great that you enjoyed yourself."
>"Mom, I want more spaghetti!" Button announced, sauce staining his muzzle
>You couldn't believe Tender Heart put up with his antics
>You were a gentleman, why did mares always go for jerks?
>Now you were stuck in the Child's Friend-zone
>For now. 

>You swallowed another bite of salad
>Your cyoot little horsie body would just eat it up
>As long as it was covered in fatty ranch or Caeser dressing
>...
"Hey Button, aren't you gonna ask me about the collar?"
>"Naw, Cherilee already told us about your condition." Button answered without tact
>Of course she would
"Well, what about you, Button's Mom?"
>She just smiled at that, probably because of the name you'd used 
>"No, my little munchkin tells me everything. And I just want to say you shouldn't be embarassed, lots of foals with disabilities lose bladder control-"
"What???"
>"I't must've it must have been embarrasing doing it in front of your classmates, but I'm sure they understand-
"WHAT?!? I did NOT pee myself!"
>You turned on your 'friend
"Button, did you tell her that I PEED MYSELF?"
>"Yeah." he took a sip from his glass of water, "That's what happened, after all."
"Nuh-uh!"
>"Yuh-huh!"
"No I didn't! Do any other foals think this???"
>"I think the whole class does. Weird that there wasn't a puddle or anything though."
>His mom moved behind you and rubbed your shoulder with a hoof
>"It's okay Anon, you don't have to be ashamed with us. Why, until about a year ago, Button had to wear diapers at night because he kept wetting the bed."
>You could FEEL the embarrasment radiating off of the colt
"Mooooooooom! You're not supposed to tell other ponies that!"
>"Oops!" she exclaimed, holding a hoof in front of her mouth, "I'm sorry sunshine, I forgot. But neither of you need to be embarrased, you both did it."
"That's not how it works!"
>You stared down at your plate
>While she fucked up sharing that secrett, she was still way nicer than Purple
"...Say, have you ever considered adopting another foal?"
>...
>...
>Button's mom laughed, "Oh Anon, you're so funny. I'm perfectly happy with my sweetums" she answered, leaning over and ruffling his mane
>Probably couldn't affhord one anyway
>Going from richfag to poorfag would be a bit of a nerf
>But she probably gave the BEST good-night kisses
>And head.

>It was around 8 o'clock, you were still at Button's house, and you could feel his mom's patience fading
>You and Button had run out of games to play, and seetled on indoor tag
"GOT YOU!"
>"NUH-UH!"
"I touched your tail!"
>"Tails don't count!"
>Button's mom was just finishing up the dishes, wearing yellow rubber gloves
>Pony soap was completely safe, why did she need those?
>"Kids, don't make a mess in there, I have work in a few hours!"
"Tag Tails are part of your body. QED they count, and you're now 'it'."
>Just as you had Button wriggling in the crushing grip of reason, you were interrupted by a terrible sound
>*KNOCK KNOCK*
>Your captor had arrived
>"Anon! Time to go!" Button's Mom said with a voice of relief
"Are you SURE we can't have a sleepover?"
>"No, it's a school night." she practically shoved you towards the door with her head, "besides, I'm sure Princess Twilight misses you very much."
>She swung the door open to reveal a seemingly-annoyed Twilight
>Probably angry that you had a few hours of freedom that didn't nearly result in a zigger gang-rape
>"Hello Twilight, here to pick up Anon?"
>Of course she is you stupid mare, why else would she be here? A lap-dance?
>Fuck, you wanted to see that
>"Thank you again Tender Heart, I'm sure Anon had a great time."
>You shuffled to her side, turning to look back at MILFy
>"Oh, it was nothing, I'm just glad Button has started socializing a bit."
>So that was her name
>You'd have to tell Button sometime
>"All right Nonny, let's go." she covered you with a wing and turned around, giving one last goodbye to Heart
>You slowly trudged home, Twilight's wing blocking the wind, and just a little tired from your long day
>"Did you have fun with your friend? You weren't mean, were you?" she asked
"Mmmhmmm. And no, I was a perfect little filly"
>You moved a little and walked closer to Twiggles, eager to share some warmth on this unusually cold night.
>"That's wonderful. His mom wasn't mean to you?"
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"Naw, I love her, she's super-nice and makes great spaghetti."
>You heard Twilight grumble to herself
>Wait, was she JEALOUS?
>"W-well, of course she's not as nice to you as she is to Button, mothers love their foals more than anypony else ever could. Don't feel bad about being less important to her."
>Nice try Purple, years of ignoring (((Their))) propaganda made you immune to memetic attack
>"Don't worry, you have your own mama to love you." she paused for a bit to nuzzle you, and walked on
>Wait, why the fuck didn't she just teleport both of you home?
>Probably wanted more physical contact between the two of you


>Be Twilight
>You neared home, Nonny shivering at your side
>She was so cute
>Maybe Anon shouldn't spend more time with Button, at least at his house
>You didn't want her getting too close to Tender Heart
>You didn't want her finding another mother figure. She was YOUR filly, nopony else could have her
>Maybe if you and Glimmer became a couple you'd be willing to share a bit
>You'd be the alpha mom, of course
>You opened the door to the Friendship Catle, appreciating the draft of warm air that greeted you
>But how to seperate Nonny from Button without another Aryanne scenario?
>...
>Maybe... maybe you could manipulate Tender into being mean to Anon to spoil any potential relationship between the two
>You could work on that later. Your filly was chilly.
>With a little magic, a fire burst out in the fireplace, and Nonny scooched over to it, eager for the warmth
"Alright Sweetie, I'm gonna make you some hot soup, then you need a bath."
>Anon made a sad moaning noise
>Fillies.
>You levitated a pot under the sink spout, and listened to the water pour into it
>Fwwwwwoooooooooooossshhhh...........
>You were sure that she had already eaten, but Anon usually had a second dinner anyway
>You took this moment to appreciate your life
>You had friends, family, and a filly
>You lifted the pot onto the stove and lit the magical fire, pouring ingredients into the water
>Powdered broth, noodles, carrot slices, and lots of salt
>Anon LOVED salt.
>Quite unhealthy, really.
>In just a few minutes, a warm pot of soup had been cooked
"Anon! Dinner!"
>"Can I eat it in here??" you heard her voice echo in
"You sit down at the table right now young filly!"
>You used a ladle to scoop soup into a bowl, and slid it onto the table. A glass of water followed soon after
>Anon pulled the chair out and hopped onto it, sitting on her haunches
>"Th-thank you."
"I'm sorry, what was that?" you asked with a smirk
>"I said THANKS, I'm not gonna say it again."
>She promptly began scooping up soup and eating it with a regular rhythm
>You pulled out a chair on the opposite side and twisted it around, sitting on it, your head resting on your hooves which were nestled on top of the chair's back
>It was half a minute before Nonny responded
>"Uh... d'ya need something Purple?"
"No, I just like to watch you eat. It makes me feel happy."
>So you sat in silence, watching her scoop and eat the dinner YOU had provided, until her bowl was empty
"Do you want more sweetie?"
>"...Naw. I'm good."
"Okay, go clean your dishes, and I'll start the bath
>You teleported to the upstairs bathroom (this shit was convenient)
>You turned on the bathtub, plugging the drain when the temperature rose to comfy levels
>After a few moments, the water had filled to a satisfactory degree
"Anon!! Your bath is ready!!"
>You hear her yell something unintelligible, followed by a scampering noise as she climbed the stairs at a jogging pace
>She walked into the bathroom shyly, still not comfortable living in your home
"Here, let me take the collar off."
>Anon edged closer to you and leaned her head down, exposing her neck to you
>It was unecessary, it was magically sealed
>With just a thought, the collar expanded, and Nonny shook her head, the collar falling onto the floor with a *clunk*
"C'mon, get in."
>She slowly trotted to the bathtub edge, penetrating the surface of the warm water with a hoof
>Satisfied with the temperature, she slid into the tub, careful not to disturb the water 
>She sat there a minute before noticing your continued existence
>"Uh... you okay there Purple?"
"...I told you to call me Mommy."
>"Can you go? I'm trying to bathe here."
>...
>"*sigh* MOMMY, can you please leave?"
"Why? It's not like you're wearing any less than you were before."
>"Well I'd feel better if you left."
"But then who would wash you, silly filly?"
>"I can wash myself." she said with dejection, as if she already knew what was gonna happen next
"Well, I say you can't." You moved closer
>"...Let's just get this over with.
>You held a shampoo container between your hooves and sprayed it over her head, and proceeded to rub it through her mane
"Come on, time for your tail."
>You loved this part
>Seeing her so vulnerable, so exposed
>It was proof she trusted you
>Well, not willingly, but still
>You poured more soap into your hooves, and rubbed it into her tail generously, using her plot as a backboard
>Eventually your filly had been scrubbed from mane to hoof, and hopped out of the soapy tub
>You unplugged the tub with your magic, grabbing a towel from the counter
>You scooped up your daughter in the towel, and sat down, cradling her in your hooves, her head peeking out from inside the linen fabric
"Anon?"
>"Y-yeah?"
"I love you."
>...
"Say it."
>...
>"I love you, Twilight" she answered in a begrudging tone
>Well, it was a start


>Be Anonfilly, the next morning, sitting at the breakfast table
>The Crystal Meth Castle had like four tables dedicated to eating
>Anyway, you had just finished up a hearty, healthy breakfast of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs(tm.)
>And, lo and behold, Twilight came out of the stairwell to the basement
>You personally knew there was a prison cell down there
"Hey Pur- Twilight,"you put on your prettiest smile, "Can I go to Button's house?"
>He was a pretty cool colt, plus he had some vidya
>"Mmmm..." you could see her thinking it over, "Nope. You and I are having fun today"
>Fuck.
>Somehow you knew it wouldn't be 'fun' for you

>Be Anon
>You sat in a clean, well-furnished bookstore smack dab in the middle of Canterlot's famous Prominẽ Bouelevard, the shop probably older than most governments 
>It was surprisingly modern on the inside; clean tables, new carpet and of course, shelves of books on the walls that reminded you a bit too much of home.
>Smelled like coffee, of course
>The chair you sat in was comfy, the cushions covered with some kind of denim padding; alongside it sat shopping bags full of leg-high stockings, bedsheets, and fancy chocolates (the only store you'd enjoyed visiting.)
>Your tum-tum was still full of free samples
>The table in front of you was littered with dozens of books you'd shot down
>"Origins of Equiish Linguistics", its cover without image or illustration; "Rock On!", featuring a bored-looking earth pony on the cover -presumably the author-; and "Achievements and Inventions of Zebras" (an incredibly small tome)
>Jesus purple, find something I would like 
>"Are you SURE you don't want any nonfiction??" she yelled from behind a bookcase."
"Yes, Twilight! I already hate this life enough."
>She peers out from behind a bookshelf, giving you an icy stare and speaking in a harsh whisper
>"Anon! Don't say things like that!"
>You grumble noncommittaly
>You weren't a suicidefag anyway
>"How about this one?" Twilight asked, floating over a small, pink book from the 'Self-Help' section
>You grabbed it in your hooves and looked down
>"How to Make Friends." with a smiling colt and filly standing next to each other, obviously friends and/or fuckbuddies
"...I don't need this." you said, throwing the book gently down at your (metaphorical) feet
>"Well, I just thought that maybe you'd like to brush up and learn some pony  mannerisms, and try to expand your horizons a bit."
"But I've already got two friends."
>"But wouldn't you like MORE?" she asked with a smile
"Not really."
>She turned down to look at a low shelf, hiding her disappointment
>Although... more friends meant more time outside the  Castle
>You paused
"Well..."
>Her face looked up back at you
"Will you buy their birthday presents?"
>"...Okay."
"Done."
>The two of you shook hooves, and in but a moment you were standing out on the sidewalk, another bag added to the floating mass