---Original Prompt--- http://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/30072541/#30097239
(Anonymous Mon 15 May 2017 19:37:41 No.30097239)
>Anon in RGRE gets sent to RGREqG in between the first and second movies by Twilight because that's where she thought he was from.
>Gets stuck as a teenager again because magic bullshit.
>Lives with Sunset Shimmer in her apartment and goes to Canterlot while waiting for Twilight to bring him back to Equestria.
>Rumors circulate around the school once people learn Anon and Sunset live alone together.
>They think he's homeless and she's making him do sexual favors in exchange for shelter.
>In actuality, Anon and Sunset are total BFFs.
>Anon is pretty much the only real friend Sunset has because the Human Five haven't completely forgiven her at this point, so she gets REALLY attached to him.

(Anonymous Mon 15 May 2017 19:49:09 No.30097283)
>Anon has only a vague idea of how much of a turbo bitch Sunset used to be.
>He knows she's Princess Celestia's ex-student and turned into a demon when she attempted to use the Element of Magic at the Fall Formal.
>But because of how nice Sunset is now that she's trying to be good, it hasn't completely sunken in.
>The Humane Five are torn between wanting to warn Anon away from Sunset and keeping their promise to Twilight giving her a chance.
>The other students see an abusive relationship waiting to happen.
>Anon just sees a cute lonely girl who needed a friend.

(Anonymous Mon 15 May 2017 19:53:40 No.30097314)
>Sunset starts getting super clingy.
>Anon finds it cute.
>Everyone else is worried about what she is doing to him.

(Anonymous Mon 15 May 2017 20:23:54 No.30097474)
>>They think he's homeless and she's making him do sexual favors in exchange for shelter.
>It's kinda the other way around.
>Anon knows how to do human adult things, like budget, do taxes, and cook.
>Their new apartment is even in his name.
>Sunset was just winging it before he came along.

(Anonymous Mon 15 May 2017 20:31:31 No.30097515)
This makes more sense, Anon would be Sunset's...hmm, did we ever make a word for male cougar, he would be that to Sunset on top of being her caretaker. Imagine her confusion of that kind of care for her after the bitchness gets blasted out, then imagine her face as she tries to not stare at him while he works out, constantly trying to remind herself he's older than her and she tries everything to earn his respect, on top of trying to constantly stop herself from masturbating to him while he's away from her. It would be a hell she never dreamed of, but a sexy hell at that.
------

>You are Sunset Shimmer.
>And right now, you're having a personal battle against the sunrise.
>One you do not plan on losing.
>You retaliate by pulling the covers over your head, desperately clinging on to the last winks of sleep.
>It proves to be fruitless, as sunshine permeates through the blankets.
>You groan, accepting the demise of your sleep.
>Realizing you've had your hair in your mouth the entire time, you promptly spit it back out.
>Peeking your head above the blanket, you're greeted by the familiar sights of your bedroom.
>You audibly yawn and look over the drab white walls.
>On your table lies an uncompleted homework assignment, one you swore to complete last night.
>Horseapples.
>Whatever, you can do it at during your lunch period anyway.
>You pull the blankets off, embracing the cold, unforgiving outside world.
>Pawing away at the remaining strands of hair still left in your mouth, you hop out of bed and slip into your slippers.
>Heh. Slip into slippers.
>Your productive and meaningful thoughts are interrupted as metallic clanging sounds come from the living room.
>A stark reminder that you don't exactly live alone.
>You manage to drag yourself to your bathroom.
>You turn on the faucet and fill a cup with water.
>Coating the head of your toothbrush with toothpaste, you begin to brush your teeth.
>The rhythmic motion draws you into a trance-like state, and you begin to recall everything that lead up to this point.
>After your defeat at the hands of Equestria's Twilight Sparkle and the Elements of Harmony, you were clueless to what to do next.
>Your plans to take over this world were cut short, leaving you lost in an unfamiliar world.
>You couldn't exactly return to Equestria, since they won't be very welcoming of traitor to the throne.
>What with the stealing of the Element of Magic and all.
>There was a slim chance that anybody from this world would help you out, probably because you were pretty mean to them.
>Also, you tried to enslave them.
>That too.
>Facing hatred from both worlds, the future seemed bleak and hopeless.
>But what about somepony, or rather somebody, that's not from any of those two worlds?
>Twilight had brought over somebody else from Equestria.
>Anon.
>How he ended in Equestria in the first place is a mystery. He just “sort of just showed up there” one day.
>Her words exactly. No explanation or reasoning.
>Just like the little goody-two-shoes of a protégé of Celestia and Princess of Friendship she was, Twilight saw a lost, defenseless colt and white-knighted on a level previously unbeknownst to ponykind.
>She had helped him assimilate into their society and culture and gave him a suitable home to live in. She also granted him a full citizenship and political protection courtesy of her princesshood.
>Come on, Twilight, were you really that desperate for a Prince of Friendship?
>According to her, Anon was hoping to find a way back to his world through the mirror.
>He had recalled to you his first words upon entering this world.
>"Hey Twilight, care explaining why the fuck everything looks like it came out of the coloring book of a little four-year-old girl with down syndrome?"
>He also has a vivid memory of the mental breakdown that occurred moments after.
>It went a little something like...
>"WHAT FUCKING DEITY DID I PISS OFF TO BE GIVEN THE BODY OF THIS PUNY-ASS, SHRIVELED-DICK ASSWIPE OF A TEENAGER?!”
>You learned a lot about Anon that day.
>You spit out the toothpaste and rinse your mouth.
>Why Twilight ultimately decided to ditch Anon in this world is still a mystery to you.
>You hypothesize that the fact that Anon hasn't shown any interest in her, along with her meeting with Flash Sentry could've played a role in that decision.
>But, she couldn't be that easily influenced by her emotions, right?
>Right?
>You dismiss the thought as you splash cold water against your face, now completely dragged out of sleep.
>Absentmindedly combing your hair into familiar fiery waves, you wrap up with your morning routine.
>Stifling a yawn, you walk back to your room to change into your regular clothes.
>As comfy as these purple PJs are, they can't compare to the classic Sunset Shimmer of a light blue blouse, black jacket and jeans.
>You return the books and pencils left out on the table to their rightful place in your schoolbag.
>Carrying the schoolbag in one hand as you make your way to the living room, you take one more glance at yourself in the bathroom mirror.
>The face you see in it has a softer facial expression than you had expected, a far cry from the grimace you constantly wore on your face. 
>The wrinkles and dimples on your face have seemingly been reversed by how much more you've been smiling recently.
>That's probably not true or even possible, but it makes you happy to believe that. Maybe it’s friendship magic or something.
>As you make your way around the corner, you catch a glimpse of Anon finishing his morning workout.
>As he fans himself with his tank top, you can't help but focus on the motions of his arm.
>The constant back and forth motion causes the muscles on his arm to flex, showing off their strong contours and build.
>Sweat covering his clothing causes them to cling to his body, outlining the powerful physique underneath them.
>The low collar of his top gives a good view of his chest, but barely enough to satisfy you.
>And those shorts seem a little too short to be practical.
>As he stares out the window, the sunlight from the sunrise reflects off the sweat on his face.
>...
>You're totally staring, aren't you?
>Fit stallions aren't even your fetish.
>He finally takes note of your presence, and just smiles at you.
>"Morning. It looks like the sun has risen."
>The sheer tackiness of his pun draws you out of your trance, and causes a scowl to form on your face.
"Morning. And exactly how long do you plan to keep on using that one pun?"
>He simply shrugs back.
>"As long you keep reacting back to it, Sunny."
"When you talk like that, I wonder which one of us is supposed to be the former bully," you shoot back.
>He flexes his arm.
>"I dunno, maybe. I can take the role of the big 'ol playground bully. That way, we can work as a team to both physically and emotionally scar people."
>Celestia damn it, don't draw attention back to that.
>Stay strong, don't stare.
>And don't stay anything stupid, Sunset.
"...I guess you are kinda fit."
>Horseapples.
>Great job on making yourself look like a pervert.
"For that role, I mean! Fit for that role is what I meant."
>Saved it.
>He smirks back.
>"Thanks for the compliment. I grew the body myself."
>"Anyways, I made some pancakes, eggs and bacon for breakfast. There's still some left in the kitchen if you want," he says as he towels off, "I should probably mention that I sorta messed up the pancakes. Instead of one whole pancake, you get several uneven pancake pieces that equate to a whole pancake."
>You raise an eyebrow.
"How did you mess up pancake mixture, head chef?"
>"I dunno, I'd blame the latent autism," he shrugs, "And unless you could whip a better dish at a moment's notice, you should just be happy with what you got."
>You playfully sigh.
"Are there any more kitchen-related mishaps I should be aware of?"
>He mulls over for a moment.
>"Hmm, I would say that if you don't like the bacon, you could have your hair for breakfast instead, but it seems you've already did just that," he points over your shoulder.
>Looking at where his finger is pointing, you peer over your shoulder, spotting a frazzled bit of hair in its otherwise wavy shape.
>You run your hand through it, effectively doing absolutely nothing to remedy it.
"Eh, it was still better than your cooking," you slip.
>Your eyes widen once you realize what you just said.
>It's never a good idea to insult a guy on his cooking skills.
"Wait, no! Sorry! I didn't mean it like—"
>Anon anticlimactically snickers.
>"Fair enough. Anyways, I'm going to go take a shower and get prepared to skedaddle on out of here."
"Right..."
>You drop your bag next to the apartment door, watching Anon walk to his room out of the corner of your eye.
>It takes all of your mental capacity trying to not picture Anon in a shower.
>It doesn't work.
>You expel the thought and walk into the kitchen.
>Your attention is immediately caught by the colorful assortment of food in the frying pan.
>Peering closer at its contents, you realize what you mistook for scrambled egg are the actually the mutilated pancakes.
>Stacked onto them were a few pieces of bacon and eggs, sunny side up.
>You look around the kitchen counter, searching for a clean dish.
>Instead you only find your neglected responsibilities.
>You groan to yourself.
>You had vouched to do the dishes if Anon cooked.
>Improvising, you grab a fork and take the pan by the handle.
>You seat yourself on the living room couch, shoveling a forkful of scrambled pancake in your mouth.
>It tastes... good?
>Definitely not what you expected based on its appearance.
>You hit the power button on the TV remote, tuning into a news channel.
>You're greeted by a cheery newsman, chatting away with a guest with forced smile plastered on his face.
>Stuffing another forkful of eggs and bacon in your mouth, you find yourself unable to pay attention to the news channel.
>You can only listen to the sounds of rushing water coming from Anon's bathroom.
>Inadvertently, you begin to think about him.
>How much has he done to help you?
>You barely had any idea how to live on your own.
>Hell, you didn't know the first steps to rent an apartment, pay your taxes, cook or anything, really.
>Learning under Celestia as her pupil, these things weren't of concern.
>You lived in a castle.
>The castle cooks prepared the best dishes Canterlot had to offer on a daily basis.
>Instead of paying taxes, you were instead learning how to administer them.
>Heh.
>You really were spoiled rich, aren't you?
>Anon was the one who handled the things you didn't understand.
>Despite his appearance, he had way more practical life experience than you, even if you spent decades in that castle.
>...
>So why would he help you?
>Aren't you practically dead weight to him?
>Sure you have a part-time job, but it was literally all you had going for you.
>Even so, he would garner a horrible reputation at school by being around you, never mind being your roommate.
>Anon had barely anything to gain from helping you.
>You sigh to yourself.
>...
>To be fair, he did come from a world foreign to this one and Equestria.
>Maybe you could pin it on some weird alien culture.
>The sounds coming from Anon's shower abruptly stops.
>You look down into the frying pan to find it completely empty.
>You must've finished all of it in a trance.
>Shutting off the channel you barely payed attention to, you want nothing more to get your mind off the subject.
>Maybe you could keep your mind occupied with some monotonous work by making some progress in your workload of dirty plates.
>Returning to the kitchen, you slip on a pair of rubber gloves. 
>You rinse out the pan and fill it up with soapy water.
>Grabbing a sponge, you begin scrubbing the plates sparkling clean.
>You slowly lose yourself in the task, and the stack of dirty plates grows smaller and smaller.
>You chuckle to yourself.
>If somepony years ago told you you would be washing dishes willingly, you'd faster believe that Celestia stepped down from the throne and gave all ruling power to Twilight Sparkle.
>Washing off the soap bubbles off the last of the dishes, you place the final dish back in the rack.
>Exhaling, you pull off the gloves and throw them to the side.
>"Nice job, Sunset."
>Anon's voice catches you off guard, causing to jump a little.
>Really marely of you, Sunset.
>You turn towards the source of the voice to see Anon, leaning against the wall.
>He's wearing a plain grey T-shirt and a pair of jeans.
>Seems simple, compared to the extravagant, show-offy outfits you seemed guys wear around school.
"I, uh... thanks."
>He smiles back.
>"To be honest, I'm kind of relieved that I don't have to scold you for not doing your chores."
"I'm not a kid, Anon," you frown.
>"Yeah, and I'm not really an adult trapped in a magical teenager body," he retorts, "I'm ready to go when you are."
"Yeah, sure, I am."
>"Well, what are we waiting for?"
>You sling your bag over your shoulder and grab your keys.
>You look back to see Anon locking and closing the door.
>Canterlot High, here you come.

~~~

>You are Flash Sentry.
>It's been several weeks since the Fall Formal.
>You are with some friends right outside the school, holding on to the last moments before the start of school day.
>Today turned to be more chillier than you expected.
>You shudder as a shiver makes its way down your spine.
>Attempting to warm yourself up, you huddle up and cross your arms, feeling the freezing and rigid leather of your jacket.
>You recoil as a breeze blows against your legs.
"Ugh. I am literally going to freeze to death here," you announce.
>"You think you have it bad? Try be outside in your soccer jerseys," says Soarin.
>"This is just nature telling us that these autumn styles are totally out of date," adds Scott Green, "But on the bright side, I can start work on my new line of winter clothes!"
>You groan.
"It better not be a repeat of last year. I do not need one of your coats ending up on fire because you decided to wrap it in Christmas lights."
>"Hey! It's not my fault that their wiring was faulty!"
>"Maybe you shouldn't have bought the lights from a ninety-nine cents store," suggests Norman.
>"But I spent all the budget on fabrics!"
>You hear a voice that you recognize from behind you.
>"...And so I remember shouting at her, the carrot still in my hands, 'Shut up, Applejack! Come back when you're a main character!'"
>You, along with many other students, turn your head towards the voice.
>You're met with the sight with that weird kid, Anon, walking alongside your ex-girlfriend, Sunset Shimmer.
>She tries to shrink away as she notices everyone staring at them, staring towards the ground as she tightens her grip on the straps of her bookbag.
>Anon, on the other hand, continues in his jaunty stride.
>Every conversation has been abruptly silenced as students stare at the two.
>"And so the friendship lesson that we can all take away from is this that 'Sometimes, you just gotta resort to physical violence.'"
>...It's weird to hear that coming out of the mouth of a guy.
>The duo makes their way into the school, leaving the students that bared witness to the scene in a state of shock and confusion.
>"You know... a lot of people are saying things about those two," Scott Green starts.
"Is that gossip I smell? Lay it on me, bro. It'll be nice to have some dirt on my ex."
>"Well I've heard that Sunset's been keeping Anon for herself."
"What's that even supposed to mean? You saying that they're together? Puh-lease!"
>"Yeah! As if!" Norman adds.
>"But listen man, Anon came here with that Twilight girl Flash liked, right? He's stuck here, so he's like homeless or whatever."
>"I see where you're going with this," Soarin says.
>"Uh, yeah. You see what I'm trying to say here?"
"Oh my god. You are not saying what I think you're saying."
>"But I am."
"We are going to spread this like wildfire."
>And maybe, just maybe, if that Twilight girl comes back, she'll drop Anon once she sees how much of a slut he is and take you instead.
>N-notice me.

~~~

>You are Applejack.
>And never in your life would you think that a magical pony princess from another dimension would help you rekindle your friendships, but here you are.
>Classes are going to begin soon, but you're going to hang out with your friends for a while longer.
"'Ya know, these past weeks 'ave been pretty hectic, if 'ya ask me."
>"What makes you say that?" responds Rainbow Dash, a smirk on her face, "I mean, besides the fact that we all learned that we have these awesome magical powers? And not to mention one of our Fall Formal Princess candidates turned out to be a evil girl from another dimension that tried to enslave all of us."
>"W-well, I wouldn't exactly call her evil," Fluttershy stutters out, "maybe she's just misunderstood."
>"Um, emphasis on the whole enslaving part?" retorts Dash, arms crossed.
>This time, it's Rarity who speaks up against Dash.
>"Oh, come on now, Rainbow, don't speak so harshly. We did promise the princess that we'd forgive Sunset Shimmer and be friends with her."
>Pinkie Pie suddenly jumps in between the two girls, placing her hands on both their shoulders.
>"Yeah! And who in their right mind wouldn't want to make more friends?"
"Ah gotta say ah'm with Pinkie here. Holding a grudge ain't gonna do any good. Even so, what d'ya even have against her anyways."
>"Heh, so I guess you haven't heard the rumors, then," Dash says, removing Pinkie's hand from her shoulder.
"What are 'ya talk—"
>You cut yourself off as you catch sight of Sunset Shimmer walking with that queer guy Twilight brought from her world.
>Wasn't his name Annie or something?
>"...And so I remember shouting at her, the carrot still in my hands, 'Shut up, Applejack! Come back when you're a main character!'"
>...What in the Sam Hill?
>Sunset casts you and your friends a nervous glance, which she immediately redirects to the ground.
>That poor girl.
>"And so the friendship lesson that we can all take away from is this that 'Sometimes, you just gotta resort to physical violence.'"
>That ain't... that ain't a very good lesson.
>They walk through the fronts door, disappearing from the scene as quickly as they came.
>"That was... most certainly bizarre," comments Rarity, breaking the silence.
>"I didn't like the moral of that story very much," adds Fluttershy.
>"The irony of calling Applejack a background character! It's hilarious because it's so true!" Pinkie cries out, in hysterics.
"What's that even supposes 'ta mean? Y'all talking like our lives are part of a story or somethin'."
>Pinkie gets ready to respond, but Dash clears her throat, drawing everyone's attention back to her.
>"So, as I was saying, people are saying things about those two." she repeats, "I'm talking some real nasty stuff."
>You quirk an eyebrow at her.
"Y'all mean like gossip? Ah didn't know you were such a guy, Rainbow."
>"It's not gossip!" she quickly shouts back, fists clinched at her side, "Hear me out for a second. Picture Anon right after the Fall Formal. He can't return back to his world. And now he's a scared and abandoned guy in an unfamiliar world. Cold. Starving. "
>"Please stop... this is a bit too much for me," Fluttershy meekly interjects.
>"Oh my goodness!" Rarity exclaims, "That is just absolutely unacceptable! How did we not ever notice this!"
"Probably 'cause it didn't happen," you mumble.
>"Shh! AJ! Lemme finish!" Rainbow hisses, "Right, so Sunset Shimmer, down on her luck, decides to prey on the defenseless boy. She exploits Anon's familiarity of his original world, and convinces him to stay with her. Once she has him in her grasp, she forces him to do things against his will. Horrible, sexual things. Anon hates that the fact that he has to do all this, but he endures it all so that he could at least have a roof over his head."
"Where are y'all even getting this from?"
>"Reliable sources, AJ!"
>Fluttershy and Rarity look like they're on the verge of tears, and Pinkie's usually puffy hair looks somewhat deflated.
>You sigh.
"Girls, to be honest, it's best that we just drop this. We ain't gonna do anything based on rumo—"
>"We are going to confront Sunset about this!" Rarity exclaims, "I am a lady of class, and I cannot bear to see a gentleman suffer!"
>Rarity's sudden outburst earns you a few awkward stares from other students.
>This would be a very good time to step in.
>You grab her arm.
"Come on, Rarity. We ain't gonna create any more unnecessary drama that'll tear friendships apart. Those are the guys' jobs."
>Fluttershy speaks up.
>"But, Applejack, what if it's true! We can't just sit here and do nothing!"
>"Fluttershy's right! We're going to make Anon's face smile again!"
>Dash pumps her fists in the air.
>"Yeah! Let's do this!"
>You reach up and dip your stetson over your face.
"What 'ave ah gotten myself into?"

~~~

"YEAH!"
>You are Bulk Biceps!
>You are lifting weights!
>"Come on, buddy, you're almost there! Three more reps till you hit fifty!"
>You are lifting weights as your friend Anon spots you.
>You find it funny that Anon even thinks that you might not reach fifty.
"YEAH!"
>Your arms are achy.
>You're very sweaty.
>You're very tired.
>But you don't care.
"YEAH!"
>"Final stretch! Don't you give up on me now, you beautiful bastard!"
>Because the only thing you're focused on is lifting these weights!
"YEAH!"
>"YEAH!"
>You drop the bar on the rack, causing a loud clang to echo through the weight-training gym.
>"Awesome job, Bulk. I think's that's all for today."
>You give Anon a high-five.
>You and him are the only guys in the Body Improvement Club.
>For a while it was just you.
>You always felt like you could never relate to any of the other guys.
>It wasn't normal for a guy to be this dedicated to their muscles.
>Then Anon came along.
>Despite your differences, you and him found shared a common passion.
>And that was LIFTING WEIGHTS.
>And now... you don't feel as lonely anymore.
>Anon waves goodbye to the rest of the club as he heads towards the locker room.
>"Hey, Bulk? I'm running late for my job, so do you mind putting back the weights for me? Sorry for pinning this on you all of a sudden.
"YEAH!"
>Any reason to lift more weights was a good one.
>Anon pumps the little emblem of a barbell within a heart on his tank-top that reads "Love and Powerlifting."
>"Thanks dude, you're the best. See 'ya tomorrow."
>You wave goodbye to Anon as he runs into the boy's locker room.
>You take ten minutes to drink some water, towel off and relax.
>After that, you start to undo the clamps off the bar and move the weights.
>You hear footsteps on the hardwood of the gym.
>Turning your head to see who it was, you met with five girls.
>You recognize the pink one as Pinkie Pie.
>But who doesn't, though?
>"Hiya Bulky! I gotta question for you. Does a guy named Anon attend the Body Improvement Club?"
"YEAH!"
>"That's great! Did you just see him around these parts?"
"YEAH!"
>"Yes! So Where is he?"
"WORK!"
>"Waitwaitwait, so you're telling me that he's not here right now?"
"YEAH!"
>"Do mean 'yeah, he's here,' or 'yeah he's not here?'"
"YEAH!"
>"Oh, OK! Thanks for clarifying! You know where he works?"
"YEAH!"
>"Coolio! Can you give us the place and address?"
"YEAH!"
>"Thanks! Here, just type it into my phone!"
>She hands you her phone, which is encased in a hot pink cover with many stickies on it and accessories dangling off of it.
>Even you think that it's a bit overkill.
>You type in what she asked you to and return it to her.
>"'Canterlot Sushi,' huh? We got our lead, girls! Let's head out!"
>They leave the same way they came in.
>You hear "Thanks, Bulkyyyyyy" echo through the hallway.
>You get back to cleaning up the gym.
>You realize that you never asked them why they wanted to see Anon anyways.
>Oh well.
>It can't be that important if they never brought it up.

~~~

>You are Applejack.
"So y'all sure this is the place?"
>And right now, you and your friends are standing out in front of a sushi bar.
>It's logo consists of a top-down view of a sushi roll made up of simple shapes and colors, with the word "Canterlot" wrapping around the curved edge of the roll and "Sushi" in the center of the design, written in some sort of fancy inkbrush font.
>The plastic emblem hangs above an entrance door made of frosted glass, fixed in a wall made up of multiple horizontal layers of a dark-toned wood.
>If they were trying to attract hippies with the design, they sure did a good job.
>God, you hate hippies.
"And y'all are actually serious about doing this?"
>Dash shrugs.
>"I mean, we're already here, aren't we?"
>"Now is not the time for doubt, darling! We came here with a goal in mind and we will achieve it!"
>"Onward!" screeches Pinkie, marching towards the door, dragging Fluttershy under her arm.
"Guess there's no way out of this..."
>Following in behind your friends, you make your way inside the restaurant.
>Immediately, you take note of the many Neighponese aesthetics scattered throughout the interior.
>Lanterns are strewn about the ceiling, most likely lit artificially.
>Bamboo is planted against the walls in slender glass pots.
>An array of cushioned seats and wooden tables span across the polished hardwood floor.
>You're taken out of your trance as a familiar masculine voice calls out to you.
>"Irasshai irasshaimase girls, it's nice to see you all here!
>You turn towards the voice, and see Anon... in an... outfit.
>He's wearing some sort of vest over a tight fitting cloth that's cut off short at his sleeves and thighs.
>In his hair is a question mark-shaped hairpin. As he turns his head to face you, it moves and bounces along his head like a one-piece ornament despite it obviously being made of two components.
>You look towards the ground, clearing your throat.
>You swear you hear Fluttershy mutter under her breath, "This is just like one of my Neighponese cartoons..."
>"The guy who's supposed to be the server didn't show up to work again, so have a seat at the bar!" Anon calls out to you as he gestures to the seats around him.
>You and your friends awkwardly shuffle over to the seats around Anon's circular booth, pull out seats and sit down.
>"I really like your outfit, Nonny," Pinkie declares, breaking the silence, "it looks really cute on you!"
>Everyone in the group gives Pinkie death glares, stunned at her bluntness, with Rarity's being the most intense.
>Thankfully, Anon just waves it off.
>"Thanks, Pinks. It's a modified itamae outfit, by the way. Well, technically, I'm not a itamae yet, but you can call me that to boost my ego," he says with a chuckle.
>You'd laugh along if you'd knew what those words mean.
>"I'm glad you choose to eat here. You girls have anything specific orders or preferences I should know about beforehand?"
>You and your friends exchange awkward glances.
"Well, to be quite honest, we're not sure how anything works around here," you admit for everyone's sake.
>Anon stifles a snicker.
>"Alright then, I can make this easier on you girls if you want to order by omakase, or chef's choice," he replies, pointing a thumb towards himself, "and in this case, that's me."
>"Oh, I don't have any doubts that your tastes will be anything less than absolutely delicious," flatters Rarity.
>Anon puts a hand on his cheek and holds out the other.
>"D'aww, that's sweet of you. So I'll repeat, any personal preferences or requests?"
>"No fish in mine, please..."
>"Make mine colorful and fun to look at!"
>"Whatever you want, man. I don't know anything about this stuff."
>"I'll trust in your skills and knowledge, dear."
>There are no apples in sushi, are there...?
"Anything's fine."
>Anon holds a finger to his chin.
>"One vegetarian, one wild ride and three whatever's," he lists off, "I'm going to go in the back to get the ingredients for rolls I have in mind. Be back in a second."
>Turning around, he leaves out the back of his booth 
>You avert your eyes to look anything else but his ass, and notice that some of your friends doing the same.
>Those bamboos plants sure are green...
>As Anon leaves the dining area through a door and disappears from sight, Dash speaks up, breaking up the silence.
>"At least we now know how this place stays in business, am I right?"
>"Rainbow, don't be crass! I'm sure this quaint restaurant has much to offer in the culinary and aesthetic areas."
>"Pff, you really think so? This is as weird as one of those butler cafés!"
>"T-they're not weird..."
>"I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm liking this place a whole lot! Coming from a person that works at Sugarcube Corner, I can appreciate the effort put into the decorations. It's also different and nothing like I've ever seen here in Canterlot."
"Maybe 'cause it just opened? I've never even heard of this place before this afternoon."
>"Then it'd be a nice change of scenery for Canterlot," Rarity adds, "I've always envisioned the place where'd I would open my boutiques to be diverse and metropolitan."
>Dash taps Rarity on the shoulder.
>"Not to stop you from talking about your dreams or whatever, but remember the reason why we came here in the first place?"
>Rarity clamps her hands over her mouth.
>"Oh, you're absolutely right, it completely escaped my mind!"
>You're not even surprised.
"The question now is how we're gonna break the question to him."
>"Why not just ask him?" Pinkie suggests, playing with a pair of chopsticks.
>You raise an eyebrow.
"Are 'ya sure? Boys usually aren't that good at expressing themselves truthfully. We gotta ease into it, and fish the answers out of him."
>"Ugh, really?" complains Dash, "You girls take the lead, then. I'm not good at this kind of stuff."
>Just then, Anon walks through the door, holding a handful of assorted greens.
>"Wait's over, folks— I'm back!"
>He walks back into the booth and takes a knife from the counter.
>"You're just in time for the premier special of 'Anon cuts up a bunch of shit and then proceeds to stuff them in a roll,' so sit back and enjoy!"
>He places a cucumber on a cutting board and uses the knife to slice it.
>No, slicing isn't the right word for it.
>He obliterates it.
>As he goes through the motions, you can barely work out the blur that was his arm.
>Before you know it, the cucumber already ended up as tiny slivers.
>You stare at the small green pieces, mouth agape.
>Pinkie looks like she's about to burst out of her seat.
>"Funny thing I should probably mention," Anon causally states, "I've kinda got this unexplained, unprecedented natural talent that grants me superhuman skill in this specific area of expertise. I've literally only had this job for a few weeks."
>"Are you saying that you're a main protagonist?" Pinkie inquires.
>"Pretty much."
>Whatever that means...
>You think you hear Fluttershy whisper under her breath, "Look who's wrong about it being real now, mom..."
>Now you're even more lost.
>"Anyways, wherever it comes from, it's been extremely and unconventionally convenient for me," Anon shrugs.
>Anon goes back to preparing ingredients.
>"So," he starts, "since I'm basically taking high school for the second time, I can relive the joy of talking about teachers behind their backs. Anyone else here had Harshwhinny as a freshman?"
>Dash groans.
>"Don't remind me. That was one of the worst years of my life."
>Anon smiles back and places a piece of seaweed on a bamboo surface.
>"You could try to see it from bystander's point of view. It's almost like a reality TV show the way she and her students play off each other."
>Dash snorts in response.
>"Do you even know how hard it is to not get mad at her? She's just so stuck-up and unreasonably prideful! I mean, who even acts like that?!"
>Anon chuckles and holds a plate of sushi to Fluttershy.
>When did— ?
>"Anyone else have anything to get off their backs?"
>"Oh do I?" Rarity says, injecting as much venom in her as possible, "According to one of my teachers, the dress I'm wearing today is too 'distracting' and 'showy.' Sometimes I think that people are purposefully trying to impede the will of fashion!"
>Anon idly nods his head in agreement and begins preparing the next order.
>You feel a tinge of sympathy for him, having to put up with both Rainbow Dash and Rarity.
>"Another question I have for all of you—"
>He stops in the middle of cutting a piece of tuna, and sets his knife to the side.
>"—why are you all here?"
>The room becomes so silent, you could hear a pin drop.
"W-what do 'ya mean by that?"
>Anon crosses his arms and gives you a knowing stare.
>"A group of popular girls don't just decide to eat at sushi restaurant that's out in the middle of nowhere in Canterlot. To top it all off, they don't know anything about its customs. I'm not completely oblivious, you know."
>You feel sweat bead on your forehead as he leans in closer to you.
>"So, I'll ask again. Why are you all here?"
>No one says anything for a while.
>Dash sharply exhales.
>"Alright, I'll bite. We're here to see you about some... rumors between you and Sunset."
>Anon runs a hand through his hair.
>"If you're talking about what I think you're talking about, then no, those are just rumors."
>Everyone simultaneously lets out a sigh a relief.
>Anon gives you all perturbed look as he bears witness to the sight.
>"To be honest, I saw this coming for a while. Somebody was going to try to speak out about it."
>Rarity's eyes widen in surprise.
>"You did? So why wouldn't you do anything to stop it from spreading in the first place?"
>Anon picks up the knife and get back to work on the tuna.
>"If me or Sunset were to say anything against it, it would work against us by adding more fuel to the fire. They would come up some stupid exception with our rebuttals so that they could continue spreading the rumor. Maybe she forced me to stay quite about it. Maybe it's gotten so bad that I'm in denial. Then at that point, they'd find a renewed interest in spreading the rumor even more aggressively, like they discovered some sort of new layer to the story."
>The loud sounds of the knife hitting the cutting board permeate the room.
>Fluttershy speaks up, barely being heard above the noise.
>"Are you just going to ignore it? How can you bear all those harmful words?"
>"Yeah, you can't just let those people take away your smile," agrees Pinkie.
>Anon shakes his head.
>"Nope. Now here's the part where I'm going to ask for your help."
>This grabs the attention of Dash and Rarity, whereas Fluttershy backs into her seat, shoving a sushi roll into her mouth.
>"I need you to..."
>Rarity and Dash leans in closer.
>"... be friends with her."
>Dash and Rarity noticeably sink in disappointment, while Fluttershy lets out a sigh of relief.
>Pinkie is rubbing her chin in interest.
>"Really?" Dash gives him an incredulous look, "Do all of you Equestrians believe in friendship that much?"
>Anon frowns at her and hands a plate with an assortment of colorful sushi to Pinkie.
>"Hear me out for a second. Sunset's trying be a better person and trying to lead a different life in a new world."
>He points a finger in your general direction.
>"All of you are the Elements of Harmony. Not only are all of you a symbol of acceptance and friendship, you're the only scrap of familiarity Sunset has left to her old life in Equestria. She's going to look for security in you, and you are going to provide that to her."
>Anon begins to get started on the third dish.
>"Once people see that see has a group of close friends that trust her, those rumors will become more and more far fetched. But, as of now, it fits with her power-hungry and dominating personality."
>Dash snorts.
>"So that's your master plan? Make friends?"
>"I think that's a super wonderful idea!" Pinkie interjects.
>Anon gives Dash an encouraging smile and winks.
>"Yep. After all, friendship is magic."
>...
"That was terrible, Anon."
>He shrugs.
>"Guilty as charged. Something tells me this isn't the end of Canterlot High's magical mishaps, so it would be wise to have an experienced magic user on your side."
>He waves a hand at the air.
>"Let's not talk about this stupid rumor anymore. 'Sides, I'm probably way too old for her tastes."
>Pinkie giggles.
>"Don't be silly, Nonny, you're barely any older than us."
>"What's your secret, Anon?" Rarity jokes, "I would kill to look how young you do well beyond my teens."
>He sighs as he holds out a plate of sushi to Dash.
>You're not even going to question how these rolls are getting made anymore.
>"I think I'd know my age pretty well. Even if you don't believe me, just take Princess Twilight as an example. Between her years of studying magic and status as a the element of magic and princess of friendship, she's definitely well beyond her teenager years."
>Everyone takes a moment for this to sink it.
>"So, how old are you really?" peeps Fluttershy, "If you don't mind me asking, that is."
>Anon smiles a dangerous smile.
>You don't like what that smile entails.
>"I was well into my late twenties before the mirror." he states matter-of-factly, "So theoretically, if the mirror didn't alter my age, then I'd probably be working as one of your teachers."
>The air has been tense ever since you walked in here, but you can without a shred of doubt say that this silence has definitely been the most awkward.
>Anon promptly hands Rarity her plate of sushi with a smug, satisfied grin plastered on his face.
>You hear Fluttershy breath a little heavier.
>Something's not right with that girl.
>Out of the blue, Pinkie starts coughing and wheezing.
>"I thought it would be fun if I put a little extra wasabi in my soy sauce, but now I put way too much wasabi in my soy sauce and now it burnsssss."
>Anon bursts out laughing at the sight.
>"Once more people come to this place, I think I'm going to start enjoying my job way more."
>As he hands you your order, you come to a sudden realization.
>You don't know how to use chopsticks.
>"Um, Applejack," Anon calls out, snapping you out of your trance, "aren't you gonna take the delicious platter of sushi made with extra TLC?" 
"Ah, uh, don't know how to eat it."
>"Oh, just dip it in soy sauce before eating it."
>You shift your gaze from left to right.
"Ah mean, as in, ah don't know how to use these," you point to a pair of porcelain chopsticks.
>Dash and Anon snicker at you.
"Hey! It wasn't even my choice to come here."
>Anon gives a stern look and places the sushi platter in front of you.
>"It's extremely offensive to waste food at a sushi bar, AJ." he says, his voice foreboding and somber, "Are you telling me that you're going to refuse these?"
>You feel your palms begin to sweat up and heart beat a little faster.
>There's no way that you're getting intimidated by a guy, right?
>It's just that you're afraid of being rude.
>Right?
>Anon rests his head on a hand.
>"You know there's no way I'm letting you leave without finishing those, right AJ? You're going to eat those, no matter what."
>He reaches over to the table and picks up a pair of chopsticks, swabs up a chunk of wasabi and mixes it with your bowl of soy sauce, all without uttering a single word.
"What in tarnation are you..."
>Ignoring your plea, he picks a roll on your plate and dips in it the bowl.
>He puts a hand underneath your chin and uses the chopsticks to hold out the roll right up to your mouth.
>"Open wide~"
>Oh god.
>Wanting this to be all over, you shut your eyes and comply.
>As your tongue makes contact with the roll, you clamp your mouth and your face scrunches at the sensation.
>All the while, Anon falls over on his workspace, tearing up as he laughs manically.
>Swallowing the roll, you deeply exhale and place a hand over your pounding heart.
>You haven't felt like this since you were a little girl during Nightmare Night.
>All of your friends look like they want to join in on the laugh, but they just glance at the two of you with unreadable expressions.
>If you didn't know any better, you'd think that Fluttershy is giving you looks of envy.
>At this point, Anon is bent over, wheezing in laughter.
>He starts to say something as his laughter begins to slowly die out.
>"Sorry about that, AJ. I saw an opportunity and I seized it," he says, wiping a tear from his eye, "I don't have enough emotional attachment to my sushi cooking skills to be angry at you for not eating my food. If you want you can share the rest with whoever wants more."
>You clear your throat.
"I-it's fine. Anybody want the rest?"
>"Oh, oh! Me, me!" Pinkie waves enthusiastically.
>"I can go for some more," Dash mutters, still shell-shocked.
>You eagerly hand over the plate of sushi, hoping that doing so would erase the memory from your mind.
>Anon lets out the rest of his laughter and starts tapping on a machine.
>"Alright, I'll give you guys your check now, since none of you are ordering any alcohol."
>A tiny slip of paper is printed out the machine.
>Rarity clears her throat.
>"I suppose I could cover it. I was the one who suggested dragging everyone out here, after all."
>Anon nonchalantly smiles and begins cleaning up his workplace.
>"Guess that's dealt with, then."
>The rest of meal goes on, with Anon trying to kick-start more smalltalk about school.
>Your friends give half-hearted answers, their gaze constantly shifting to you.
>You remain silent, and sit back in your chair with your stetson dipped over your face.
>When everyone is ready to go, Anon waves you goodbye as you leave through the front door.
>The silence that follows once the door shuts perfectly matches with the cold autumn air.
>"So, uh," Dash says, "that was definitely more than we bargained for."
>"I'll say!" Pinkie yelps, "He's certainly eccentric, and that's coming from me!"
>"Yes, especially that stunt with Applejack," laughs Rarity.
"Please don't bring that up again."
>Dash wraps an arm around your shoulder.
>"Aww, why not? You embarrassed or something?"
>You slap her arm off.
"No, jus' really, really weirded out."
>Dash puts a finger to her chin.
>"So is that why your face is as red as the apples you grow on your farm?"
>You drag your stetson lower than it already is.
"Ah don't want to talk about this anymore..."