> Be Anon, town problem solver
> It's not a real job as such, you don't get paid in money all that much
> Mostly you just walk around town and lend a hand where needed
> And then, in a witches of lancre sort of way-
> You hear a small commotion near the Carrousel Beautique
> You amble on over to find a clearly stressed Rarity scowling at the rump graffiti jihadists
> "Sweetie Belle, it does not matter if the book guaranteed the summoning of a handsome, eligible stallion. I will not have blood sacrifice going on in front of the Beautique, that would just be bad business."
> You get close enough to see the chalk circle drawn in dirt, speckled with some dark liquid
> Sweetie Belle is also noticable favoring her left forehoof
> When Rarity sees you, her expression softens slightly
> "Anon, thank goodness you are here. Would you mind taking care of Sweetie and her friends for a bit? I'm afraid I have far too many gala pieces to prepare to deal with them today."
> The fillies turn to look at you, faces brightening up immediately
> "Grampa Anon!"
> ...
> You are a young guy, even by the standards of pony life expectancy
> Which makes it even weirder that every filly and colt in town calls you grampa
> At least they don't mean anything by it
"Hey kiddos, and Rarity. I don't mind taking them, but when would you like them back?"
> Rarity's horn lights up, magic fetching something from her store, and she considers the question
> "If you could have them back by suppertime, that would be ideal. I should have the bulk of my work done by then."
> You nod
"Sounds good. Good luck with your orders, Rarity."
> Rarity gives you a grateful smile
> "Thank you, Anonymous. Oh, and before I forget, "
> A bundle of socks comes floating to you
> "A little token of my appreciation for all you do here in Ponyville, Darling."
> You accept the gift and tuck it into the basket on your arm
> It's already half full of similar little gifts and assorted produce
> Most days, you don't even have to spend a bit for food and clothes
> You smile at Rarity
"Thanks, the last set was starting to wear thin."
> She smirks a little
> "Oh, it is no problem at all. It is only proper to take care of our elderly."
> You roll your eyes as you bend to pick up Sweetie Belle
"You youngun's these days, no respect. See you later, Rarity."
> "Good bye, Fa- ahem, Darling."
> As you stride away, Scootaloo clambers up, wings buzzing as she settles on top of your head
> Appleboom trots beside you, giving you a pleading look
> "Grampa, you gonna tell us about the war?"
> You shift to cradle Sweetie in the crook of your arm
"Is that what you want too, mini marshmallow?"
> She nods eagerly
> "Please, Grampa!"
> You chuckle
"Alright, alright. We were freezing our butts off up in the Pale, and the Stormcloaks had holed up in their fort..."


> Be Anon, carrying yet another pony
> It's getting to the point of being a daily workout
> Rainbow squirms under your arm
> "Come on, I can fly, you don't need to carry me all the way."
> You shake your head
"What were you thinking, running across the coals. Was it another stupid dare?"
> She pouts 
> "...no."
> You roll her onto her back and cradle her in your arms, looking straight into her eyes
"Did you boast that you could do it faster than anyone else?"
> She looks away, cheeks reddening
> "Yeah."
> You sigh
> She glares at you
> "Dang it Dad, I know it was dumb, but I thought if I went fast enough..."
> You raise an eyebrow
"Dad?"
> She blushes even harder, covering her face with her singed hooves
> You chuckle
"That's cute. Come on, we're almost there."
> She sighs 
> "Finally. And, well, thanks."
> You smile
"No problem, Rainbow."


> You know, when you suggested to the princesses that they should have a day off at least once a week, this isn't what you are expecting
> Luna completely zonked out on your couch
> Celestia lingering in the undead berg just to talk to Solaire some more
> It's actually a little cute, she's already beaten the game once, and even fought Gwyn with him
> You plop down beside her, leaning back on your hands
"Having fun there, Sunshine?"
> She quirks a little smile at the nickname
> "It's funny, I've heard such flattery before, but coming from him..."
> She sighs longingly
> "I know it's his genuine feelings. You would not believe how rare that is, Anon."
> You pat her withers
"He's a good husbando, Sunshine."
> She hums in agreement, before turning her character back toward the bridge
> You watch her play for a bit
> You suppose a game requiring patience and persistence would be a good fit for her
> At any rate, you give her withers a final pat and head to the kitchen to make some lunch

> Luna rouses at the smell grilled cheese sandwiches wafting through the air
> She ambles into the kitchen, mane mussed, more nebula than starfield
> "Good afternoon, Anonymous. I thought I smelled some princely cooking."
> You nod at her, keeping an eye on the pan
"Afternoon, Moonbeam. Did you sleep well?"
> She yawns, rubbing her face with a hoof
> "So much so that I may have to confiscate your couch on a permanent basis."
"I'm pretty sure beds are more comfortable, Luna."
> She shakes her head
> "Perhaps if it was just a matter of cushioning, but what makes it truly soothing is, well."
> Luna looks down at the floor, mane falling in front of her face
> You raise an eyebrow
"What?"
> She coughs
> "Your, ah, scent."
> You set the spatula on the cool part of stovetop and turn to face her
"My scent?"
> She nods
> "It's... comforting. Like when sister and I used to sleep together. It feels like family."
> Oh
> Family
> Now that you think about it, that is the feeling you get from all these adorable little ponies
> You wrap Luna up in a tight hug, heart full of feelings
> She sighs contentedly, melting in your embrace
> You smile
"I'd be glad to be family for you two."
> Celestia walks in, sniffing the air
> "Is something burning?"
> You look at the sandwich on the griddle
> Welp

> Be Celestia, on yet another Sunday vacation
> Stars and Space, you love your little brother for suggesting the practice
> These past months have been the best you have ever had
> Both in relaxing fun, and in how much more energized you are for your duties
> And it is nice, to have a stallion around who looks after your little ponies like you do
> Thinking of which, you look over your shoulder
> Anon walks among Twilight and her friends, hefting a beach umbrella on one shoulder and a bulging satchel over the other
> You can't help but wonder how strong he is, carrying such a heavy load
> You'd offer to help, but he has already turned down several such offers
> You smile a little at his stubborn independence, but you suppose that is a necessary trait for ones such as you and he
> You turn your attention forward as you walk along the shore
> Your sun is bright and warm, the waves soothing, and a cool ocean breeze ruffles your fur and feathers
> Truly a perfect day

> After you all set up the umbrella and blankets, your little ponies scamper off into the sand and waves
> Luna lounges in the shade, amusing herself by drawing patterns in the sand with her magic
> Anon smiles at you
> "You can go ahead, I'll just be a moment getting ready."
> Then he shucks off his shirt
> The words die in your throat
> You stare at the rippling muscles of his abdomen, glistening with his sweat
> How can your little brother be this hot?
> You just want to go over there and lick it all u-
> You shake your head, trying to banish the mental image
> He shrugs
> "Or you can wait for me, that works too."
> He sits down cross-legged, and digs around in the satchel
> You try not to stare at his crotch, but you can't avoid it
> That tantalizing bulge
> So prominently displayed, yet he seems oblivious to the effect it has on you
> You can feel your wings stiffen to full mast, and for once you are intensely grateful he isn't completely familiar with some nuances of equine behaviour
> You glance at your sister
> She is similarly enraptured by this new facet of your honorary brother
> You notice the patterns she is drawing in the sand are now noticably phallic
> What if he sees?
> You smooth the sand with a thought
> Your eyes jump back to Anon as he squirts sunscreen onto his hand
> You can't look away
> He rubs it all over his chest, and across the subtly flexing muscles of his arms
> You have to focus to keep your tail from rising
> He stops and holds the bottle out to Luna
> "Could you get my back? It's a little hard to reach for me."
> Her horn flickers abortively, and she grabs the bottle with her hoof
> "O-of course, I'd be glad to."
> He gives her a brief smile before turning his back to the two of you
> You sidle over to your sister and whisper,
"You're not going to use your hoof, right?"
> She stares at the broad expanse of his back, heavily breathing
> Luna whispers back,
> "How can I not? Are you telling me you don't want to touch him?"
> You lick your lips
"I'll take the right half?"
> "Deal."
> You accept a squirt of sunscreen on your hoof
> You hesitate though
> Are you really going to feel up your little brother?
> Your innocent, caring, whimsical little brother?
> Luna's hoof hits his back, and he lets out a cute yelp
> Luna stops
> "Are you alright, brother? Was I too firm?"
> He chuckles
> "I was just a little startled. It actually feels kinda good."
> Oh, you are going to Tartarus for this
> You join Luna as your hooves press against his rippling muscles
> You marvel at how smooth and slick his skin is, slipping under the frog of your hoof
> He squirms, laughing, and you can only stare at how his lower back flexes and twists
> You are a terrible sister
> But you can't stop
> You slide your hoof up caress his shoulders, massaging his neck
> He groans in pleasure, hanging his head and baring his delectable nape to you
> Your vision swims as you resist the urge to push him down and mount him
> You are stronger than this
> He is your cute little brother!
> Purely for cuddles, or so you thought
> You clear your throat, nudging Luna
"I believe we covered everything back here."
> Luna's ears fold back, and you notice some discreet spellwork burying a damp spot in the sand
> ...
> You do the same
> Anon rolls his shoulders with a satisfied sigh and turns to face the two of you
> "Thanks, it's always a little awkward getting back there."
> Then he pauses
> "Are you two alright? You're looking a little flushed."
> Your own ears fold back
"We're just so excited to swim with you, Anon."
> You give him an awkward smile
> He frowns, the shrugs
> "Alright, but if you start feeling weird, let me know. No sense getting sick or injured on vacation."
> Luna glances at his waist-no, lower, and murmurs,
> "I'll be sure to do so."
> Anon nods decisively, then trots towards the waves
> "Last one in is a silly pony!"
> Oh, it's on!
> At once, the three of you are galloping across the sand, your heart eased by his carefree whimsy


> Be Anon
> You think you figured out what is wrong with your sisters 
> They need exercise
> After just one hour of swimming and splash-fighting, they are completely worn out
> You're going to have to have a talk with the royal steward or whoever
> In the meantime, you do your patrol of the ponies
> Rainbow and Applejack are off in the distance, playing with a magically reinforced beach ball
> You can hear the small thunderclaps from here, as the ball is bucked and blasted back and forth
> A small crowd of stallions stand off to the side, cheering them on
> You chuckle as the girls throw in little flourishes, clearly eating up all that male attention
> Rarity is merely sunning herself on a towel
> Can horses tan?
> Probably not, but you suppose the warmth is reason enough
> You walk over to Twilight, taking in the mountain of sand she's sculpting
"Is that a scale model of Canterlot?"
> She whirls around and beams at you
> "Yes! Here, take a closer look!"
> The two of you float up in the air, surrounded by a purple glow
> She brings you up to the tallest tower, where you see glittering little figurines
> You recognize yourself, Celestia, and Twilight, rendered in glass form
> You smile and ruffle the real Twilight's mane
"That's pretty cool, Twilight. Did you make the glass yourself?"
> She leans into your hand, and you switch to scratching her behind the ears
> "Mmm, yup. There is a lot of sand around, and I thought they would make good souvenirs."
> You pat her neck fondly
"That's very sweet of you, Twi. You're a good mare."
> She straightens up with pride, tail wagging
> "Thanks, Uncle Anon."

> After goofing around with her for a little longer, you amble off
> You spy Pinkie swimming around with a shark fin on her back
> You're about to call out to her, but then she nips at the flanks of one of the wading stallions
> He yelps, and Pinkie erupts from the water, giggling and snorting
> After a few startled moments, he laughs too, playfully bapping at the pink predator
> She reels at the blows, throwing herself in the direction of the bap
> You discreetly move on, not wanting to interrupt

> You glimpse Fluttershy amid a flock of swooping and diving seagulls
> You start running and shouting 
"Get away from her, you damn birds!"
> If only you had an umbrella and an incoming Nazi plane!
> At your approach, the gulls land silently, leaving a lane for you to reach the miraculously unharmed pegasus
> Fluttershy smiles at you
> "Oh, hello there Anonymous. Would you like to meet my new friends?"
> You come to a stop in front of her, glancing nervously at the eerily silent birds
"So, they weren't attacking just now?"
> Fluttershy giggles, covering her mouth with a hoof
> "No, they were showing me all the tricks they could do. They're very nice birds, if you aren't a crab or a clownfish or something."
> One of the seagulls twists its head and gazes at you a little more intensely
> It squawks and screes
> Fluttershy blinks
> "Um, they were wondering if you wouldn't mind if they perched on you for a little bit. Seasong said that you have a very statuesque body."
> The flock ruffles their feathers ominously
> You frown
"Thanks, but I don't think I'd like that."
> One of the gulls cries plaintively
> Fluttershy's brow furrows
> "That's too bad. She said that it... would be a great waste to leave you. Sorta. It's rather hard to translate."
> You back away slowly
"I think I understand. Well, if you are alright, I'll go check on the princesses, okay?"
> She beams at you
> "Oh, you don't have to worry about me, we're having a lot of fun out here. Thanks for stopping by, Anon."
> You nod 
> You can feel the gaze of the gulls as you make your retreat
> Damn birds

> On your way back, you see something you had given up seeing ever again
> You stop in your tracks, gazing in wonder
> Two pairs of tits turn to look at you, jiggling as they approach
> "Hey there, handsome. Why don't you come have some fun with us?"
> You look up to see the tits are attached to two minotauresses
> The dark blue, bulkier one grins at you, hands on her hips
> The slender, brown with white blotches one gives you a sheepish smile, arms crossed under her bust
> You lick your lips
"Now, what kind of fun are we talking about~?"
> The big blue opens her mouth, but stops
> You feel the ocean breeze reverse, a cold front moving in behind you
> The other mino timidly sidles behind her muscular friend
> You look over your shoulder to see your honorary sisters have recovered from the morning's exertions
> They do seem grumpy, though, manes rippling and flaring in the unnatural wind
> You sigh
> Luna wraps a wing around you and glares at the cow ladies
> "Do you have business with Prince Anonymous?"
> You sigh
> Big blue bows abruptly, trembling
> "I meant no disrespect, your highnesses!"
> Celestia circles behind them, wings flared and threatening
> "That is very good, I believe a lot of problems can be headed off by politeness."
> You clear your throat
> Every eye snaps to you
"Sisters, it was just some harmless flirting. So I'd appreciate it if you would stop intimidating these poor girls."
> The princesses folded up their wings and dropped the wind and mane effects
> Big blue hesitantly rose from her bow
> "Sorry to trouble you, we won't intrude anymore on your time."
> She gives you a short bow
"It's fine, I wasn't-"
> But the minotauresses were already retreating
> You sigh and wave goodbye
> The slender one gives you a small smile and wave as she and her friend duck behind a nearby food stall
> Celestia nuzzles against your shoulder
> "Are you alright, little brother?"
> You rub the necks of your sisters, distracting yourself with their soft fur and gentle warmth
"I appreciate you two trying to protect me, but it really wasn't necessary."
> Luna scrunches a little
> "Cows like that only have one thing on their mind, Anonymous."
> You boop her nose, her muzzle unscrunching with a pop
"And what if I was thinking of the same thing? I love all you ponies, but we're family. Those girls were offering something I can't get from you all."
> Luna blushes, looking down
> "If it is flirtation you desire... I will admit that I find your body pleasing to the eye."
> Celestia scowls 
> "Sister!"
> You chuckle and draw them both into a hug
"Thanks, moonbeam, but it's just not the same."