>Be Anon.
>Be in Ponyville, sitting in your comfy couch, sipping some quality hot chocolate as you read a book and listen to the sounds of the thunderstorm outside.
>This one has been scheduled for weeks.
>You just love predictable weather.
>In fact, being in Ponyville, or just in general the pony world, is a great change.
>However, that’s not important right now, since your book is-
>A series of loud knocks interrupt your quiet musings, making you look in the front door’s direction.
“Who could be knocking on my door at this hour?..” You ask from noone in particular.
>Despite this world being so nice, you live alone.
>Not your choice, really, it’s just the ponies not letting you be alone.
>It’s something about their culture, you guess. 
>50’s America, except the gender roles are switched up, so you are expected to be a house husband?..
>Papa Anon didn’t raise no fag, no sir, you will not do such things.
>Another set of knocks interrupt your thoughts again, this time sounding more loud and urgent.
>Pushing yourself out of the couch and setting your hot chocolate aside, you walk to the door.
>You can hear some shuffling from outside, so you are certain it’s a pony.
“Uh, hello? Who’s… there?..” You ask as you open the door, only to find nobody outside.
>Except…
“Well hello. Who left you here?” You ask from the tiniest of pony foals, lying in a basket, asleep. “Aw man, this won’t do…” You say, sucking in your lips.
>You take a look around, seeing nothing but the nearby houses and vegetation, lit by the occasional lightning, then grab the basket and bring it inside.
“This is a kid. A pony foal. What the flying fuck am I doing?” You ask yourself in a tone so calm, even you are surprised by it.
>The foal turns in its sleep and you get to see its back.
>There is a pair of teeny-tiny wings there.
“There must be an ornithology book around somewhere…” 
>You realize, you are so not prepared.

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>The door opens and the toweringly tall local alien steps outside, calling out for who knocked - you - but sees nothing in this damned weather.
>Good.
>He spots the basket a few moments later and you see what you were hoping to see: the pulse of fatherly instincts passing through him.
>Your most precious thing is with the most imposing resident of Ponyville, safe.
>You fly to and hover in front of a window, seeing Anonymous taking your foal out of the basket.
>Your little precious peeps, looks up at the being a several dozen times larger than themselves and happily chirps, snuggling into those strange, large hands.
“I’m sorry to leave you alone… I had no other choice.” You whisper, and with one last tear shed, fly off.
>You have no place here.

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>Be Anon.
>Be standing in your kitchen, a kitten sized pegasus foal in your left hand, an ornithology book in your right.
>Be very confused about what to do.
“At least… uh… s-she? Yeah, she is not crying or hungry or… stuff.” You quietly say to yourself.
>The reality of the situation is yet to settle down in you, for now it’s just looming over your head menacingly, like that proverbial sword.
>The filly chirps again, hugging your thumb with her tiny forelegs.
>Even your pinky finger is larger than a leg of hers!
“Okay Anon, chill. What do ponies eat?” You ask yourself, trying to force calmness and coordination on you. “They eat vegetarian stuff of course. And milk. And eggs. But this is a foal. A new one at that.” You frown, setting the book of birbs down.
>The filly in your hand is content with hugging your thumb, which you appreciate.
>But how will you take care of her?
>Especially later, since you need to go to work in the morning…
>The filly really adorably chirps, like a baby bird, melting your heart.
“You are too adorable… I must not screw this up.”

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>The night comes and passes, with it the thunderstorm dissipates.
>Thanks to your human ingenuity, you managed to craft a safe nest for her you could place next to yourself in your bed without the risk of crushing her.
>You know how baby animals act, you had kittens and puppies before, dammit!
>For some reasons you are thankful for, she is not making a fuss.
>She turns out to be a sleepy one anyway, she only wakes up to the first rays of sun touching the window.
>Since this planet - if you can call it that - is geocentric, every day is of the same length, save for the special occasions, like that ‘Nightmare Night’ Halloween knockoff.
>Which means that you have just gained an organic alarm clock.
>Always the silver lining, you note to yourself, it will be that much easier to get your day going in a natural way.
>Finding suitable food for the filly is an entirely new question and quest for you though. 
>You don’t really have anything specifically made for foals, especially not for ones this small, so you resort to do the test of trial and error.
>Bringing out all the foods and ingredients you have, you offer them to the filly.
“Go on now, little one. Don’t be shy.” You tell her as you gently set her down on the middle of the table, surrounded by all things edible.
>She immediately starts chewing on the plastic wrapper of a candy bar.
>Not the candy bar, the wrapper.
>The facepalm is strong with this one.
>You will also need to find a way to bring her with you into work.
>You seem to remember having a dress shirt with a large frontal pocket, right above your heart.
“Yeah, that will do.” You quietly comment, seeing your filly leave the wrapper and nom on some warm milk. “That will do.”

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“G’morning’!” You greet your ‘boss’ - he hates it when you call him that - Davenport, the owner of Quills and Sofas.
>The earth pony stallion’s been in the shop for a while, you measure, you see an empty coffee cup on the counter.
>Ah, the wonders of Monday.
>”Good morning, Anon. How was your wee… kend?” He asks, spotting the tiny pegasus foal staring at him from your shirt pocket.
>She’s been rather quiet and observing throughout the journey from your home to your workplace, little ears perking up and pointing at every noise and movement around you.
“Same old, same old. Loved the thunderstorm. How about you?” You ask nonchalantly, trying to ignore Davenport’s staring.
>”Is that a foal in your pocket?” He asks, his expression unreadable.
“Yes. She is. Please don’t freak out, I don’t know what to do myself.” You reply, sucking in your lips nervously.
>”Oh my gosh, she’s so adorable!” Davenport responds, rearing up on the counter to get a better view of your foster daughter. “How did you… who did you… this makes no sense!” He says just a pinch too fast for your tastes, reminding you of a certain pink party planner.
“No idea, but I can’t let her down. I mean, look at her, she even chirps like a baby bird!” You reply, a warm smile returning to your face.
>As if on cue, the filly lets out a curious peep, eyes focused on your boss - probably the first pony she had the luck to observe more closely.
>”So you decided to adopt her? Goodness gracious. Do you know how to take care of her?” Davenport asks, arching an inquisitive eyebrow as he switches to look up at you. “My wives could give you some supplies and advice.” He offers, behaving like the stereotypical pony stallion: like a motherly human woman.
“Actually, yes. I know next to nothing about kids. Thanks Dave.” You reply and pat his head, earning a grimace and a chuckle from him.
>”Right, right. And what’s her name?” He asks, reaching out with his right forehoof to gently caress your filly’s cheeks.
“Uhh… I have… I didn’t think of that. Guess I should go to the hospital to get her checked up?..” You ask, an unsure expression appearing on your face.
>”That sounds like a plan to me. Go, take care of her, I can pony the counter alone.” Davenport says, dismissing you with a wave of his hoof.
>You love living here.

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>Be Anon.
>Be on your merry way to the Ponyville Hospital.
>Be reminded of why you prefer to live alone.
>As you stroll towards the white, cubical building on the edge of the town, you are being catcalled by mares.
>Is it because your clothing - or clothes in general - you have no idea, but it is damn annoying.
>The fact that the whistles and dirty sounding innuendos are making your yet to be named foster daughter scaredly peep, does not make you feel any better.
>Quickening your pace you leave the busy streets behind, soon entering the paved road of the hospital.
>A breath of relief, a familiar smell of disinfectant and magical air conditioning.
>The nurse on shift - Redheart - spots you right away, which is not surprising, you are basically towering above these ponies.
>”Anonymous! It’s good to see you! How may I help you today?” She asks, running her eyes up and down on you, not failing to notice your shirt pocket. “Is that…?”
“Yepp.” You nod, reaching up and gently petting the filly’s head with your right hand. “Found her yesterday evening on my porch. No idea how or why she got there but I would be a heartless monster if I abandoned her.” 
>Your short explanation makes Nurse Redheart’s mouth form a little ‘o’ in surprise, which she dismisses with a shake of her head.
>”I… can understand the reasoning, at least partially, but trusting a stranger with your foal, even if it’s the sweetest stallion I know, it’s…”
You finish her sentence yourself. “Reckless.” 
>Redheart nods then and points at the filly. “Can you please hoof her over to me? I take you are here to do a check-up on her and, uhm, adopt her?” 
>You nod in confirmation, gently removing the pocket dwelling birb-horse baby, to her dismay.
>She makes a series of desperate chirps, however, as you cup her in your palms, gently stroking her mane, she calms down.
>”I can take measurements of her and do the paperwork, but we will need Tenderheart to finish the medical checkup.” Redheart explains, taking out a kitchen scale that has a modified plate for cases like this.
“That works for me.” You respond to her, carefully placing your filly on the scale. 
>She only weighs 280 grams, which is roughly 10 ounces, if you go with that archaic measurement system.
>Pony scales have both marked on them for some reasons.
>Redheart marks down the weight, then grabs a measuring tape and takes the other numbers.
“Is she in good health?” You ask with a hint of worry in your voice.
>”It seems so. I see no abnormal lesion on her and her weight seems to be appropriate for a pegasus foal as well. Although, I’m not an expert, which is why we need Tenderheart. Give me a moment, I will go and fetch her.” She answers and leaves you at the reception.
>This makes you wonder, why would these ponies have newborn measuring scales and tapes at the receptionist desk??
>These darn ponies…

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>What started as a couple minutes of Redheart fetching Tenderheart turned into the oh so familiar waiting game in the hospital.
>At least it’s free.
>After a while you decided to take a seat on the near-comically undersized benches that litter the hallways, taking your foster daughter with you.
>Placed on your lap, she decided to try out how to walk.
>No success.
>Ain’t a thing to stop her though, she has the fighting spirit, you can tell that much.
>With your focus on helping your filly try and take her first steps, you don’t even notice when Redheart returns, Tenderheart in tow.
>”He would make a good husband, I told you.” Tenderheart quietly says to Redheart, but not quiet enough, since you can hear her.
“It’s good to see you too, Tendy.” You greet her, earning a grimace from the nurse.
>Ponies dislike being called pet names by people outside their family and close friends.
>”Yes, hello. I can already tell that the filly has no health issues, but if you bring her along, I can make the statement official.” She tells you, moving her right forehoof around in a circle.
>With a nod you take hold of your filly and bring her to Tenderheart.
>She has brought some sort of medical equipment with her, kinda looking like an oversized microwave oven, and by the looks of it, your filly goes in there.
>”Did you decide on her name?” Redheart asks, shuffling some papers together, most likely only missing that detail.
“Well… no. I’m not too good with names.” You reply, shaking your head. 
>”Hmm. Her coat is light blue and her mane is fiery orange.” Tenderheart muses as she starts up the medical machine. “Her eyes are green and she is a pegasus, so I would go with something sky and sun related.”
“Mhm, I can see why.” You agree and cautiously place your filly in the machine. 
>She just peeps once, not knowing what to do.
>”This should be done in a moment.” Tenderheart reassures you.
>The thought of naming your daughter turns out to be a problem you can hardly solve.

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>Be Anon.
>Be in a dilemma.
>Choosing a name for a foal is hard.
>Things like sunset, summer and sky are rolling around in your mind.
>You even think of calling her Faggot!
>No, those days are long gone, you are a better person now.
>You have to force back the snort, you can’t lie to yourself.
>After a full minute of umming and arring, it clicks in.
“I will name her… Summer Breeze. It’s not original, but it’s nice.” You tell Tenderheart, a genuine smile appearing on your face.
>”Fitting! We seem to be about done here too, Redheart will handle the rest of the work.” She replies, returning your smile in kind.
>The medical machine dings and spews out a couple sheets of papers, with graphs and medical mumbo-jumbo on it.
>Tenderheart takes them and reads each page with care.
>”Yes, just as I thought.” She says, slightly nodding her head.
“Well? What is it?” You ask, suddenly doubting your foa- Ah, Summer’s health.
>”She is as fit as a fiddle. Here.” She responds and gives Summer back to you, to her relief. “Now, about that paperwork…”

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>Your journey back to the Quills and Sofas is surprisingly well paced.
>As in, you feel a spring in your own step, a happy little bounce keeping you up.
>Summer must feel it too, she keeps happily chirping in your pocket, rubbing her little muzzle against your shirt-clad chest.
>You can’t help but smile, taking the foal out of there to hold her.
>Just like a little bird.
>The thought of seeing her flying around makes you smile even more.
>She must feel the love, if her cooing and peeping is any indication.
>However, you return to your workplace sooner than you would expect it, effectively breaking you away from your happy thoughts.
>Davenport is, as expected, inside, sitting behind the counter as he helps a customer choose a new quill.
>He immediately notices you, so by the time you enter the shop, he is already at the door, blocking your way in.
>”Anon! Tell me what happened! Wait, I see those papers, you got her this fast? That’s amazing! What did you decide on, what’s her name?” He rapid fires the questions, forcing you to boop the snoot.
>That shuts him up alright, it works on every pony.
While he is staring at your finger, adorably cross-eyed, you answer. “I got everything done, she is healthy and her name is Summer Breeze. Now tell me, how do I raise a child?” 
>A couple innocent blinks later Davenport shakes his head and answers. “Well, she is a pegasus, which is not within my expertise, but I can give you pointers, I think.” He replies, then grins. “Aww, Summer Breeze? That’s just adorable. I wonder, when will she learn to fly?” 
>You intentionally avoid answering to that question, you have seen that poor flightless pegasus filly, what’s her name?
>Scooter… Scott-aeiou?
>Something along the lines.
>”Uhm, excuse me? I think I have found a quill I like!...” The customer - some purple unicorn mare - interrupts the little moment.
>”Ah, I’m sorry miss, I will be there in a moment.” Davenport responds and indeed goes back to the counter, but not before gently petting Summer on the head, which he could only do because you are still holding her in your hands.
>She chirps in response, pushing her head against Davenport’s hoof.
>Guess she accepted him around her… or pony foals don’t do that?
>Dammit, you don’t know a thing about this.
>Speaking of.
>You will need to shop for baby-supplies now.
>And books about birb-horses.
>Maybe you should actually ask a birb-horse in person?
>There is that butter yellow one you buy fish from, maybe she knows what to do.
>Or her friend with the pride-flag-for-mane.
>Yes, that sounds like a plan.

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>Be Anon.
>Be walking towards the Nonprofit Animal Care Society Cottage on the town’s edge.
>Be perplexed about how said animals will react to your daughteru.
>On the one hand, she is safe and sound in your pocket.
>On the other, a bird of prey might swoop in and take her before you could do as much as grab its neck and sn-
>No, don’t think of that.
>As you approach the cottage, you see more and more of the little birds and woodland critters.
>They don’t seem to mind you, which is still strange to you, since you are a human.
>Then again, this world is devoid of humans… save for some myths, you think.
>The librarian was excited about you and your species first, but that died off when you explained that you aren’t from this world, so you aren’t a local myth.
>But you digress, since you are already standing in front of the door of the cottage of your fish-supplier, Fluttershy.
>With a couple knocks you announce your presence.
>A few seconds later you remember the social anxiety of the aforementioned and verbally confirm yourself.
“Hey Fluttershy, it’s me, Anon. I need your help.”
>A moment later the door opens, revealing the light pink and butter yellow pegasus, cautiously looking around before looking up at you.
>”Why, hello Anon! How may I help? Is something… wrong?” She asks meekly, but before you could respond, she spots Summer.
>Her reaction is similar to Davenport’s, which is considered strange in this world.
>”Oh my gosh, is that a foal in your pocket?” She asks, putting her forehooves on her cheeks. “She is so small! Oh, you must be here for help with the foal!” 
“Actually, yes. She’s a pegasus, and you are a pegasus, so…” You nod, gently taking Summer out of your pocket.
>Fluttershy makes a squee not unlike a dog’s chewing toy, taking your filly’s attention.
>Summer makes a confused but curious peep.
>Fluttershy actually peeps back to her, making Summer giggle.
“May I come in?” You ask before you would drop dead from cute.
>These darn ponies, man…

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>As it turns out Fluttershy has some good parenting skills and foal-raising supplies.
>Guess taking care of animals of all kinds and ages helps with that.
>After you took a seat on the mice-chewed sofa (which you know you will bring the replacement for), Fluttershy was quick to bring out everything she had, placing the things on the coffee table.
>Thankfully Summer was in no danger, Fluttershy made sure of that too.
>The fact that she can actually talk with the animals will never cease to baffle you.
>Does this mean that all animals are on the same intelligence/sentience level as humans, except they can’t communicate with us in the same way?
>You dismiss the thought before getting a stroke and instead focus on Summer.
>Since you are sitting down, she is on your lap again, crawling up towards your shirt, and presumably, pocket.
>She looks determined to return to her makeshift nest, that’s for sure.
>”So Anon…” Fluttershy begins, sitting down next to you. “How did you… uhm… who is her... “ She attempts to ask, but as expected, can’t exactly put her thoughts into spoken words.
>Good thing you don’t need to hear her to know what she is thinking.
>Unlike some other ponies we do not name.
“I found her on my doorstep yesternight. I have no idea about her mom, but… I-uh, I already adopted her. Now that I’M saying it outloud, it sounds like a brash idea which I should have considered before doing. Oh well.”
>Fluttershy’s expression swiftly changes from curious-worried to worried, surprised, startled, worried and finally, apologetic.
>”Anon, you did the right thing. No foal should grow up without a loving father. Even if their mother abandoned them.” She lets out a sigh, you know exactly which kind and you don’t want to deal with that. “You don’t need to be hard on yourself. Things will turn out fine.”
“I very much hope so. So, how do babies work?” You reply and ask, pointing a finger at the supplies Fluttershy brought.
>It is time to learn the magic of raising a foal.
>Hearing this, Fluttershy’s expression turns into a gleeful one.
>You will be here for a while…

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>He is in the cottage with the animal caretaker mare.
>Does he think your foal is a baby animal?
>No, that doesn’t sound right.
>Upon flying closer to a window you can peek in and see that they are talking about foal related things, like diapers.
>You calm down a bit and return to your cloud perch you were sitting on before.
>Why must your heart ache so much?

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“Dammit Davenport, you make mares sound like a much easier thing, dammit-dammit-dammit!”
>Be Anon.
>Be on your way back to your home.
>Your visit to Fluttershy was a success, to say the least, however, dealing with the excited mare turned into more than a handful.
>Her baby supplies are not a minute too late either, right after she taught you how to put a diaper on Summer, the filly decided to offer you a study-oriented repeat of your technical knowledge.
>Of course, Fluttershy found it rather hilarious.
>Darn mares.
>Why would Fluttershy have the tiniest diapers stockpiled though, you would wonder for a while.
>Except she figured it out that you were thinking of it and told you.
>She actively raises baby animals, so she needs the diapers to keep her home clean.
>With these things still fresh in mind, you arrive back home, only to find a large envelope on your doorstep.
>It’s a strange sight, not only because your mailbox is literally right next to the door, but also because the envelope is adored with little, decorative wings.
“Well what might you be?” You ask as you grab and open it.
>Summer’s attention is also taken, she is curiously staring at it, letting out an occasional peep.
>The envelope reveals… a green bow?
>It looks like the kind that apple filly wears, except smaller and very obviously not five decades old.
“Huh. Summer, will you look at that! I think it’s for you.” You tell her, holding the bow in front of little muzzle, allowing her to reach out and tou- she immediately gnaws on the fabric. “Dammit Summer.”
>You pet her mane and gently pull the bow away. 
>You like the adornment, you hope Summer will like it too.

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>Securing a bow on a basically newborn filly is a mess.
>But you have done it!
>It really is done now.
>As you sit at your dining table, watching Summer pawing at the bow you put behind her left ear, not unlike a kitten,  you start to wonder.
“Who could have left the bow for her?”
>You walked through town a couple times today, Summer on clear display, anyone could have seen her and thought of offering a gift.
>Maybe it was Davenport?
>That’s a big possibility, given how you basically left your boss alone in the shop, so he has little to no time to do things outside lunch break.
>The thought keeps you occupied, right until Summer stops playing with the bow and just sits back, looking up at you.
>She lets out a chirp like cry, almost sounding…
“Are you hungry, little bird?” You ask, a smile forming on your face.
>Fluttershy’s baby formula will come in handy now.

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>The rest of the day comes and passes relatively uneventful, right until the moment you realize that you are running out of food.
>Well, not really running out, but your favourite pastries are on low stock.
>Spending the afternoon playing with Summer made you hungry too, so you decide that a little walk (to the Sugarcube Corner, that is) is in place now.
“Come along Summer!” You tell to your daughter, patting your pocket on your shirt.
>In the past couple hours you actually managed to teach her how to walk!
>Err, crawl. 
>Same thing.
>Now she is rather excited to move around, trying to follow you everywhere, which is problematic for you, since she is just so small.
>A couple moments later she is right by you, holding up her tiny forelegs, for upsies and for being placed back into her nest-pocket.
>You oblige and do just that, placing her right in her favourite spot.
“Time to go and get some food for Papa Anon now.” You tell her, then realize. “Heck, I really am turning into my dad.”
>Darn ponies, this is because of you all!...

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>”That will be 14 bits, Nonny!” Pink Spasm Demon, aka Pinkie Pie tells you as she bags the pastries you bought.
>You hate it when she calls you that.
>But you can’t tell her to stop doing it.
>You tried, no use.
“Yes, thank you.” You say and nod, handing the small gold coins to her nonchalantly as you take your jam filled baked goods.
>”Say, Nonny, since when do you have a plushy filly in your pocket?” Pinkie asks, pointing at Summer.
>Your eyes go wide in terror.
>She did not realize that Summer is the real deal, since your daughteru has been basically motionless and staring in silence from the moment you entered the pastry shop.
>She… this she-devil must never know!
“I-uh, Da-davenport gifted this plushie to me, to get more customers or something, I didn’t pay much attention.” You lie to her, badly, but that’s all it takes to convince the Pink Menace.
>”Ooooh, she’s so cute! Tell Davenport that I want to know the pony he buys his dolls from, yours looks /so real/!” She grins, remaining mostly put.
>It’s unlike her, but she is on counter duty right now and there is already a line behind you.
“Uh, right, I… I will.” You nod again and quickly leave the place.
>”By Nonneeerrs!” Pinkie yells and waves after you, which you ignore as you basically jog away.
“That was way too close.” You mutter as the Sugarcube Corner’s door closes behind you.
>You pet Summer’s head, to which she responds, finally making a noise, which is a chirp.
>She is staring up into your eyes, her own eyes mirroring confusion and startledness.
“It’s alright little one, she is gone now.” You reassure her and smile.
>Summer smiles back, slightly turning and rubbing her little cheeks against you.

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>Since you were already in town, you decided to go and check on Davenport because why not?
>It’s just past closing hours, but as you approach the Quills and Sofas you can see that the lights are still on, with a familiar pony moving around inside.
>Without thinking twice, you enter the shop, even though the closed sign is clearly on display.
“Evening, Dave.” You greet him, mildly startling the earth pony stallion, who does a tiny jump before realizing what’s going on.
>”Oh, it’s just you Anon. And Summer. How was today? Everything’s fine I hope?” He asks, putting aside the broom he used.
“Yeah, all is well, though I had a run-in with The Pink and.. Uh… had to tell her that Summer is a super-realistic doll you gifted to me.” You explain and rub the back of your head, feeling awkward.
>Davenport hums and rubs his chin with a hoof before shrugging. “Hey, a stallion’s gotta do what he’s gotta do. And you just told me, so I can back you up on this.” He smiles, then turns his attention to Summer. “Well how are you, sugarcube?” He asks her, making your filly reach out with both of her forehooves towards him.
“Darn, she likes you. Here.” You reply and take her out of your pocket, holding her in front of Davenport in your open palms.
>The sight of the teeny-tiny filly that’s not large enough to fill your palms is still baffling to you.
>Exceptionally adorable nonetheless.
>”Well hello-hello. Do you want to say something?” Davenport asks, leaning a little closer.
>Summer is still reaching out for him, but now she is balancing on three legs, holding out her right foreleg.
>You see the opportunity and take it.
“Boop!”
>A little help from you and Summer’s tiny hoof connects with Davenport’s muzzle, making the filly fall back on her rump and giggle, making the stallion scrunch his muzzle.
“Gotcha, Dave. Now you have been booped by two generations.” You tell him, nodding sagely.
>Summer coos and then makes an elongated peep in agreement.
>Damn, she knows!
>Davenport shakes his head and chuckles, rubbing his nose. “Heh. Adorable.” He thinks for a moment before continuing. “I think you should meet my smallest foal, I’m sure Summer would befriend him quickly. Foals need their friends.”
>Davenport’s kid, you think, you /know/ he has a few of them, but you haven’t actually seen all of them before, let alone met them.
“Yeah, that sounds nice. Do you think you could bring him in tomorrow?” You ask, and as you do so, you return Summer to her pocket.
>”I was about to suggest the same thing, Anon.” He replies, smiling. “But anyway since you are here, can you help me close? I’m almost late and you know how the girls are…”
>You nod, you have had a couple run-ins with one of his wives. 
>Everytime you met her she was basically spastic!
>And a unicorn at that, making her twice as unbearable.
>Unicorns just love touching and lifting everything with their magic.
“Oh by the way, did you leave this bow in an envelope on my doorstep?” You ask Davenport, pointing at the adoration on Summer’s head.
>She got used to the thing relatively quickly, thankfully.
>”Uh, no, and I was about to ask about it. It looks really adorable on her.” Dave replies, slightly shaking his head.
“Huh. Then we have a mystery gifter on our hands.”
>”Hooves.”
“Dammit Dave!”

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>Be Anon.
>Be on your way back to your humble abode.
>To be honest, it’s about twice as large as a regular pony house, given your larger stature.
>But it’s humble nonetheless.
>After saying your goodbyes to Davenport, you found yourself thinking about Summer.
>Babies are supposed to sleep a lot, right?
>She mustn’t be an exception, you would dare to guess.
>But then, how comes she’s not really sleeping?...
>This question answers itself quicker than you would expect, as you see Summer’s head droop down for a few moments.
>She shifts position, allowing herself to rest her head effortlessly while not actively holding it up.
>Oh.
>Well, that makes sense, you think, from time to time she becomes rather quiet.
>She is taking little birdy naps.
>With this thought out of the way, you turn your attention onto other topics.
>Like for example, why do you have a bottle of milk on your doorstep? 
>It’s clearly left there for Summer, it even has that nipple thing you forgot the name of.
“Huh… uhhuh….” You mutter, picking up the bottle.
>It’s warm.
“What the… hell…” You say under your breath, trying to not feel weirded out.
>Or at least not as much as you think you should be.
>With the bottle in hand, you decide to just get inside your house and think about this later.
>To think how your life has changed just in the past couple days!...
>And what else could happen in the future.
>You shake your head and shake the milk bottle, making its contents slosh around.
>This wakes Summer up, and a moment later, she is smacking her lips with excitement.
“Hungry again? Well, get at it I guess.” You tell her as you take her out of your pocket, so you can properly bottle feed her.
>A nagging feeling, of being watched, starts to prick the skin on the back of your neck.
“This is absurd…” 

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>After the thankfully quiet, peaceful night, you feel refreshed and ready to join Davenport in work.
>He has one of his kids with him now, so today will be exciting… for Summer.
>Speaking of, since your observation yesterday, you have been noticing her dozing off around every half an hour, for as long as five minutes at a time. 
>She slept through the night though, probably a bird thing?
>You really need to get around reading the literature of this topic.
>However, before you could actually arrange to do that, you are already almost late, forcing you to finish your morning routine quicker.
>With the addition of Summer, it’s more complex now, which is making you hurry even more!
>At least she is not making a fuss.
>Except when she sees food.
>/Then/ she makes a parade!
>Thank goodness food is cheap and plentiful.
>The ponies are really helpful as well, making your… parenting easier.
>After all is done and you are on your way to Quills and Sofas, you realize a thing.
>You are wearing the last shirt you have with a front pocket. 
>You need more clothes…
>These thoughts quickly leave your head as you reach and enter your workplace.
>Davenport is already in there, wearing a strange looking hat.
“Morning!” You greet him, and to your surprise, Summer chirps to him as well.
>”Ah, good morning Anon.” Davenport responds, turning his head to look at you.
>That is not a hat.
“Uhhh….?” You vocalize your poetic idea to him as you stare at the very much not-hat unicorn colt on his head.
>”Heh, Mocha likes to do that. Lying on my head, that is.” Davenport explains to you, chuckling to himself. “Come on son, hop off your papa.” 
>The light brown colored foal nods, then slides off of Davenport, onto the counter. 
>There, he turns and stares right up with his purple eyes, first at you, then at Summer.
>You can see curiosity taking hold on him as Summer’s eyes meet his.
“You think I can…?” You ask Davenport, a hand hovering above Summer.
>”No worries, Mocha is well behaved. Though, he /is/ curious. Sometimes overly so. Buuut we are right here, the both of us, so there shouldn’t be a problem, now should it?” He replies and chuckles.
“Alrighty then.” You shrug and take Summer out of your pocket, gently placing her onto the counter.
>You can tell that Mocha is older than Summer, but the size difference makes it really obvious.
>Summer is basically as big as the older foal’s head!
>The curious nature of Dave’s colt immediately shows, he walks up to the now sitting Summer and with a cautious hoof… he boops Summer.
>Summer’s expression immediately changes, shifting into one of indignation.
>Swifter than one could expect, her little hoof shoots out, booping Mocha back before he could dodge it.
>The colt, in his surprise, falls on his flanks, an expression of startled amazement on his face.
>”Did you teach her to do that?” Davenport asks, with an inquisitive eyebrow aimed at you as he speaks.
 “Nnnope, but I’m darn proud of her now. Atta girl!”  You reply, petting Summer’s mane.
>In your time spent in Equestria you have learnt that for ponies, booping someone is borderline lewd.
>Well guess, who will be rewarded to do that?
>Who will be raised to be Papanon’s little bird of prey?
>An evil smile spreads on your face.
>Who knew parenthood will be this exciting?

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>Be perched on a tree branch.
>Be shaky, heart-achey and worried.
>You must be the mother of the foal called Summer, then.
>You are on your well deserved vacation, which you are supposed to enjoy, but instead you are sitting in a tree, spying on the friendly neighborhood human as he shows genuine love and affection to your… and well, /his/ daughter.
>Trusting your instincts was a good idea, he really is doing a great job of taking care of her, or at least it seems that way.
>He’s only had her for a couple  days now, but all things considered…
>Wait.
>Did he just…?
>Why would he want your daughter to boop that colt’s muzzle?
>L-lewd…
>At the very least, it’s innocent foal’s play, nothing serious....
>However, you have serious things to attend to.
>Concealing the fact that you were pregnant, and then giving birth to Summer alone left you exhausted and in danger.
>You aren’t sure who to trust, who you could talk to.
>Maybe… maybe that zebra shaman in the Everfree.
>She should have something for you.
>Only if you could just say buck it and undo this all.
>But alas, your position and status does not allow such a thing.
>Better get moving, you feel yourself cramping up in a very painful way.
>It hurts almost as much as being forced to give your daughter to basically a stranger.
>But you had to… just… had to….

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>It’s the evening now. 
>The zebra shaman mare, Zecora, was… understanding.
>At least you think that, you can’t exactly read her expressions.
>Regardless, she gave you some cures and ointments.
>They do work, you feel the pain subside considerably.
>Although, you also feel nauseated and sleepy.
>You hate those feelings, makes you remember the times when you were-
>No, better not bring those memories up.
>Yes, let’s focus on the present. 
>Literally, you have got something new for Summer.
>Anon is yet to get home.
>You bolted the moment he began to close up the place, so you have about five more minutes till he arrives.
>Thus, you can safely scout out the area and avoid being seen by ponies.
>You would… most likely suffer from that even more.
>...
>Skies are clear, ready for drop off.
>Just in a few passing seconds, you zoom down to the porch of Anon’s home, leave your present there and then you are away.
>Nopony saw, good.
>The remaining minutes are spent with waiting in your pre-built Cloud-Puff Observing Station.
>Okay, it’s literally just a pony sized cloud, but it does well enough.
>Ah, here he comes.
>He took notice of the present way before reaching his home… he must be more observant than he lets it seem.
>He is showing it to Summer…. Good, good.
>She likes her present.
>Now he is looking around… at….. Oh buck.

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“Huh… was that…? Ehhh, nevermind.” You mutter, talking to yourself.
>You are Anon of course, standing right in front of your home. 
>Summer and the pony doll you found on your doorstep is in your arms, she seems to love the doll.
>The doll is actually a tiny bit larger than she is.
>It’s one of those aerial acrobat ponies, the equivalent of the famous Blue Angels.
>You have seen one of their shows, and damn, were you amazed!
>Mere ponies flying around and doing acrobatics does not interest you though.
>Even if they wear a uniform that’s basically the same color and style.
>Well, at least Summer seems to have found her most favourite thing ever.
“Come on sweetie, let’s get inside.” You tell Summer and open the door. “You can hug your dolly in there too.”
>You look at the doll for a few moments, then back at the sky where you could have sworn you saw /something./
”Hm.” With a shrug, you dismiss the thought.
>This is ponyland, and ponies are not as cruel as humans.
“What’s this one called?... Uhhh…. Stuka? Wait, no, that’s not it. Oh, right, Spitfire.” You tell yourself as you inspect Summer’s new doll again. “Looks really high quality. Huh.”
>You have a strong theory about this now, but… you know that you shouldn’t be hasty making assumptions.
>What good is coming from jumping into assumptions, after all?

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>Be Anon.
>Be surprised about how quickly days can go by.
>Be even more surprised when the two weeks mark of having Summer comes and goes.
>Be especially surprised by the growth rate of your adoptive daughter.
>Or daughteru?
>By proper internet terms, she is the latter, so there is that.
>However, you have to remind yourself, you are not on the internet anymore, not since a relatively long time.
>Which also puts you under the pressure of paying attention to something small and excited.
>Summer’s wings just fluffed up one day, about two days ago, and she’s been flapping those tiny things almost nonstop ever since.
>At this rate she will take off and only stop to sleep before you know it.
>Like a damn colibri.
>She is stuck on the ground now though.
>Or rather, stays put in your pocket or flaps her little wings while you idly hold her in your left hand.
>Thankfully Davenport took this turn of events surprisingly well.
>He is the most motherly pony you have met, but then again, the gender roles in this world are basically switched up, or… reversed compared to your own.
>He even brought Mocha back in a couple more times, the two foals really did boost sales.
>”...and then I told her that if she wants to sample this, she will have to sample my quills first! And that’s how I met my third wife.” Davenport finishes his story, chuckling to himself.
>Ponies and their herding culture...
“I still have trouble believing that your other two wives just agreed to this.” You plainly state, although smiling, looking up from the inventory log you have been working on while Dave told his story.
>”Ah, right, I keep forgetting that you are an alien. Sorry about that.” He replies, shaking his head.
>’Alien.’
>The expression never ceases to amaze you.
>After an acknowledging hum, you turn your attention elsewhere.
>Namely, on Summer.
>She’s been walking/crawling up and down on the table you put her on, getting better and better at actually doing the walk thing.
>You aren’t the only one to notice that, Dave already commented on it a couple times, always mentioning how his own foals learnt to walk.
>Yours is special though.
>Not only because she is a pegasus filly, the kind Davenport never had, but also because she is faster in learning basically everything.
>A tiny powerhouse, one could say.
>Speaking of, she is about to do something.
“Hey. Dave. Look.” You warn your boss, pointing at Summer.
>She is sitting on the edge of the table you put her on, intently staring downwards.
>She looks like…
>”She’s about to pounce, catch her!” Dave half-yells at you, making you drop the inventory log, but it’s already too late.
>Summer pounces indeed, but instead of falling down and hurting herself like a hapless kitten would, she opens her wings wide and gently glides down.
>It’s instinctual, you realize.
“Holy shi… You knew that? You knew they would do this?” 
>Dave shakes his head, watching Summer as she touches ground.
>”I… I think I heard once before?...” He says and shrugs.
>Such reassurance.
>With a sigh you carefully grab Summer and rub your left cheek against her - she began to love doing that lately - inspecting her for any injury she might have.
>Of course she has none, but that’s a parent’s instinct, you guess.
>Her adorable cooing reassures you though, she is just fine.
>And quite happy too, she just did her first glide!
>To be honest, she grew considerably in the past weeks, she is at least 1.5 times larger than she was when you first found her. 
>She can almost fully fill up your cupped hands now.
>At this rate she will reach Mocha’s size before you know it, which is good!
>Though it brings up the question.
>When will she stop growing?
>You facepalm with an empty hand, you forgot to read the books about pegasi biology and culture.
>Again.
“Dave, please remind me to read my literature.” You tell your friend, making him arch an eyebrow.
>”Uhm, why exactly?” He even tilts his head, reminding you of one of your dogs back when you were a teen.
“Because I’m a forgetful idiot and won’t just risk Summer’s well being because of my stupidity. Got it?” You reply and do a tactical boop, making the stallion scrunch up his muzzle.
>”Yes, I got the message. You should really stop doing that though.” He says, eyes focused on your booping finger before you lift it.
“Never.” You coldly reply and boop him again. 
>Dave groans and Summer giggles in the same time in response.
>Music to your ears.

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>Be Anon.
>Be deep in your thoughts, even humming to yourself.
>Davenport delivered in telling you the thing.
>The thing which is reading the blasted books you got from the library.
>The librarian mare was kind enough to lend her oversized pet lizard of a dragon, to help you finding the material you were seeking.
>Poor little guy is actually a slave, he just doesn’t realize it.
>But that does not matter.
>You are in your home now, in all of its imposing, humble glory, towering over all the other houses around it.
>Summer’s busy taking a birdy nap on your lap as you read through the pages of this old book about pegasus mating habits, which somehow got into the pile of books you ended up borrowing.
“What the fu…” You mutter, squinting your eyes at the words and illustrations. “You gotta be kidding me…”
>According to this old book and its yellowed pages, those singing and dancing mares a couple months ago weren’t just celebrating the arrival of Spring.
>Now you feel kinda pissed, especially knowing that when one of them smooshed your face into her chestfloof, it wasn’t accidental.
>Freaking ponies…
>Your silent anger is interrupted by the little peeping noise Summer makes when she’s about to wake up.
>You put the book aside and proceed to gently caress the tiny thing’s fiery red mane.
>Slowly her eyes open up, and after a few blinks, she focuses them on you.
“You imprinted on me, you know that, cutie pie?” You ask her, a smile pushing its way onto your face. “Cheeky little…” She returns the smile, which turns into a giggle.
>You contently shake your head and look outside through the nearby window. 
>It’s the late morning and a wonderful Saturday, which means Quills and Sofas is closed.
“Hey, what do you think about a picnic?” You ask Summer in a seemingly nonchalant but coy tone.
>She doesn’t know what a ‘picnic’ is.
>She doesn’t really understand any spoken languages just yet.
>But she sure as heck understand your tone of voice.
>Her interest is piqued, if her little wings’ excited flutter is any indication!
“A picnic it is then!” You grin, picking her up and putting her into her favourite place: your chest pocket.

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>This is such a wonderful day.
>Then why can’t you finally just relax??
>It’s been weeks since you have done the unthinkable, and yet…
>Be a nervous mess.
>Be outside in this sunny, warm day, yet feel cold inside.
>Be Summer’s mother, the ashamed.
>Ever since that moment you gave your foal to Anon, you just couldn’t get rid of the knots in your belly.
>It’s starting to show on you as well, just the other day you noticed dark circles around your eyes, and your coat is looking so dull…
>But it’s a wonderful day today, the weather is nice, the fresh, flowery breeze brings everypony outside to enjoy the weekend…
>Including Anon and Summer.
>From your elevated point of view - atop some fluffy cloud that was lazily floating around - you spot them.
>It wasn’t your intention to spy on them, you don’t do that everyday, but alas, if they are already here…
>Peeking down you can see the towering pillar of fatherly instincts and your little bundle of joy play happily.
>Anon’s doing something new now, though.
>He is holding Summer up with one hand and… runs? 
>Sprints!
>He picks up a surprisingly fast pace, and then…
“Holy moly…” You whisper as you stare at Summer extending her wings and glide up, the speed and wind keeping her airborne as she floats effortlessly.
>She can already glide, yes, and she is trying to keep her altitude too, but… 
>How did Anon know about when and how to teach a pegasus foal to fly?
>You can hear Summer’s giggling as you stare into empty space, trying to work through this conundrum.
>Wait.
>You hear Summer’s giggling?
>Looking down you notice the tiny filly, not unlike a little bird, flying towards you.
>You quickly duck behind the cloud, then take off, zooming away in a blur.
>You can almost hear a disappointed little noise behind you.

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>Be thoroughly impressed.
>Be slightly worried about safety.
>Be Anon, watching your adoptive daughteru glide around like a kite.
>Her joyous giggles could be heard even from down here, where you stand as you stare up.
>She is so small, you can barely keep track of her with the sun being almost directly above.
>Thankfully her mane makes good contrast to the sky.
“S-Summer! Come to Papa, sweetie!” You yell up at her, taking the attention of a few nearby ponies.
>That does not matter now though, you could swear you have seen something - perhaps a pony - jolting out of the cloud Summer’s gliding nearby.
>With your fatherly instincts screaming ‘danger’, you do the only thing you can and call out for your little one again.
“Summer! Wanna have some ice cream?” You ask and already know the answer.
>She was introduced to the cold and sweet dessert just the other day, but she instantly fell in love with it.
>You have brought some with you on the picnic, the cold delicacy patiently waiting in the cooler you left nearby.
>Like a stray bullet… or a baseball aimed straight at you, Summer nosedives.
>Your eyes go wide, trying to calculate what should you do to catch her.
>The baseball metaphor wins out and you hold out your cupped hands.
>A second later you feel the little ball of fur and feathers impacting your palms as you grab her out of the air.
“Wow! Holy shirt, are you alright, kiddo?” You ask her, intentionally censoring yourself.
>The cutie patootie just stares up at you from within your cupped hands, her large green eyes sparkling with excitement.
>She is just fine.
“Alright, alright, you are fine… Let’s have some ice cream.” You sigh in relief and nuzzle your cheeks to hers.
>Her little coos makes you forget your fright.
>This is such a wonderful day.

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>Learning all the tricks and routines of a single dad has been taking its toll on you.
>Be Anon.
>Be mentally exhausted but happy.
>Be wrapped up in a kite string as if you were the spool.
“S-Summer! Stop flying that wa-aaa-augh!” You yelp as you fall, the little filly accidentally pulling you off of your feet after doing the aforementioned wrapping up.
>You have found out that a dog harness like handmade piece of clothing, attached to a kite string, allows you to let Summer fly around and pull her back to safety.
>And boy, does she love flying!
>After that picnic three weeks ago, she’s been flying almost nonstop! 
>Her sippy-cup has been changed to one with a straw, which she uses pretty much like a hummingbird.
>She really only lands now to sleep. 
>Which she prefers to do in your front pocket: You have made an order for a dozen new shirts with the front pocket and Rarity delivered just in one day!
>Summer’s growth was considered as well, these pockets are larger and more sturdier.
>In these weeks you received other things besides the shirts though.
>From that mystery gifter you… kinda have an idea who they could be.
>Just the other day Skittles had a fangasm spewed at you - to your dismay - about a Wonderbolt airshow being held in this backwater town for some fake sounding reason.
>She was really fast in dropping her whole ‘marely mare’ attitude when Summer buzzed into the conversation, quite literally, and booped her nose.
>Heh, teaching her to do that to ponies that talk to you was great, you’ve had the best two weeks ever since settling down in Ponyville.
>Alright, having your Little Boop around certainly lifts the mood, but… yeah, not much to explain.
>On another note, things have been happening with the friends of Pride Month mane.
>Though you were never really interested in these things, they were doing adventures and became celebrated heroes.
>All the same to you.
>Only if their heroics didn’t involve destroying the town, like Superman in that crappy movie.
>This brings you back to the present, picking yourself up from the ground and continuing your walk towards work.
>All the flying around tired Summer out, allowing you to spool up the kite string while she rests in your pocket.
>Before you know it, you are standing in front of the... missing storefront of Quills and Sofas.
“God… dammit.” You sigh, looking at the damage.
>Davenport is standing next to you, looking like he has seen not a ghost, but a whole marching band of ghosts in full gear and playing his funeral song.
>”My… store… my living! Everything!” He whispers, probably trying to scream it but only able to speak on the border of inaudibility.
>The storefront took the brunt of the magic blast, yes, but the sofas, counter… even the quills, all of them have been damaged.
“Dave, I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?” You ask, trying to push him out of his stupor while also being helpful.
>The shocked stallion blinks a couple times, tears forming in his eyes.
>”I… I don’t know, Anon. There… there’s a lot to do. I… I-I-I will go to the Mayor with this. You can have the day off… it’s not like we can sell anything now anyway.” He replies and turns to leave, but not before you pat him on the head. 
>He stops for a moment, looks up into your eyes... then rears up on his hindlegs and hugs you tightly.
>”My store, my lovely stooore…” He whines.
>You gently pat his back and pet his mane to calm him down.
>You will never get used to this switched up gender roles bullshit, but alas, you are the alien in this world, not the other way around.
“Shhh, shhh, it’s alright Dave. Let it out, let it all out.” You soothe him, trying to get as little attention on the two of you as possible.
>However, it’s not your lucky day either, the destruction that befell on the town has brought most ponies outside, and their attention quickly settles on the friendly neighbourhood alien and his employer having a somber moment in front of their destroyed store.
>”Hey… look at them.” One mare says not so quietly to another.
>Aren’t they the flower sisters?...
>”Huh? Oh. Heh. Husband material right there~!” The other mare replies, making you feel… violated?
“Right, this is how women must feel all the time back home.. Ugh…” You mutter to yourself, wishing for some divine intervention to pull you from this sorry situation.
>Your wish is granted in the form of Summer poking her cute, bow adored little head from the nest-pocket.
>Davenport’s crying must have awakened her from her birdy nap.
>She lets out a little peep, which quickly brings forth two changes in the situation.
>First, Dave quiets down, letting you go and apologizing for being so emotional.
>Second, the onlooker mares disperse, the little filly probably reminding them of something important, whatever that may be.
“Alright Dave, I will be on my way then.” You tell him, giving his head one last pat-pat.
>”Yes, good, good. Go ahead. And… sorry for the… Uh...” He motions around with his right forehoof, pointing at the wet spots on your shirt.
>He wiped his tears into your shirt at some point.
“Goddammit Dave.”

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>Be excited.
>Be afloat in the clouds in joy.
>Quite literally, too!
>Be Summer’s mom, who will find a way to redeem herself!
>It took you some work, asking for favors, pulling some strings, but you did it.
>You will go to Ponyville and you will surely meet your daughter!
>Without stalking, without hiding, without heartache this time.
>The only thing you have to do is prepare for a flashy show, aimed to entertain kids, and then make sure to have an autograph booth ready.
>Your plan is foolproof.
>There is nothing that could go wrong!
>A yell interrupts your thoughts.
>”Boss? Boss!” It’s one of your errand fillies.
“What, what is it?” You yell back, poking your head through the cloud you were resting atop.
>”We just got the news, Ponyville was hit by a BGoTW!” The faded lavender colored pegasus mare replies, flying up to you.
>Barely a mare though, her primaries are still short, unlike yours!
“Uh… BGoTW?” You ask back, confused.
>Since when did they implement the use of such abbreviation?...
>”Uhm, yes? Bad Gal of The Week?” The errand filly answers, as if this was the most obvious thing.
“Alright, and why should I be concerned about it then?”
>”Well, we gotta delay the show, that’s why. But I gotta go now, the other officers hasn’t been told yet!” The errand filly tells you, and without waiting for as much as a peep from you, she flies away.
“Oh pony feathers…”

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>Be smol.
>Be excited.
>Be in the air, buzzing around your protector, guardian, mountain of a man and personal nest: your father.
>Be Summer Breeze, the adoptive daughter of Anonymous, and today is a good day!
>These are exciting times, your tiny mind can understand that without much effort.
>Why is that?
>Well, for starters, you are in a place of fantastic colors, shapes and smells!
>It’s wonderful, really, and Papanon seem to be excited as well.
>He is doing that thing when he is looking at stuff until he picks one of them up and brings it home.
>For you.
>Even if he says ‘no, it’s not for you’.
>But you know better, it IS for you.
>Whatever thing he might be picking up.
>Like right now, he is pointing at these sweet smelling colorful things telling something you are more than sure means ‘it’s yours’.
>You know it’s your time!
>With a quick buzz of your wings, you home in on the tray of shiny colorful pebbles, open your mouth aaaaand-
“Hrurkh!”
>You are pulled back by the harness at the last moment!
>What, this can’t be, preposterous!
>Looking around to find the culprit, suspicious of your dad, you are surprised to see a cream colored mare with pink and blue… purple?... mane holding the stringy-thingy of your harness.
>You look into her eyes and she looks back… no. 
>She stares.
 >It’s not angry when you spilled yellow fruit water on Papanon’s shirt.
>No, it’s… menacing.
>Then it’s gone and she smiles!
“P.. p… paaa! Papaaaa!!” You cry out, frightened.
>Hold on, were those the first words you ever said?
>Heck yeah they were!
>You are awesome!
>Whatever that word means, the mare with the many colors mane said the word.
>Papanon called her ‘fag’.
>Maybe you will call her that too.
>Once you can actually speak, of course.

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>Be on your way to Bon Bon’s.
>Be in a happy mood, which is a bit surprising even for you, given the events of yesterday.
>Be Anon, who will get freecandy!
>Davenport was quite busy yesterday, its proof being the respectably sized team of carpenters and masons rebuilding the store.
>By the looks of it, the new store will be fortified and you think you have seen the librarian mare casting some spells at the building materials too.
>Magically enchanted, built with granite and iron oak.
>If not for the large glass panel storefronts, the place could be a hurricane shelter!
>If there were hurricanes in this far inland place, but whatever.
>The thing that matters right now are more… at hand.
>One of them is Summer, who is even more excited right now compared to the usual levels.
>You think she can feel your own excitement.
>And boy, watching her happily zip around you is making you happy!
>The other thing is a sort of an invite to Bon Bon’s, hence why you are walking there.
>The confectioner mare heard of your misfortune with the store and offered you some free samples!
>And people… eh, ponies keep telling you that she is a grump, as well as a number of other things!
>Nonsense, you tell yourself and those ponies alike.
>She is as sweet as her candies, you know that.
>Thus, after the relatively short walk you arrive to her shop, enter, and are welcomed by the delicious sweet candy scent, as well as the pleasing harp music, provided by Lyra, Bon Bon’s hired help.
>It takes only three seconds for Summer to go nuts with this sensory overload.
>She buzzes around like a spooked fly, right until…
“Hey, Summer! Look! That candy is for us!” You point towards said plate on the other end of the surprisingly large store. “Wait, no-no-no! Gah! Get back here!” She ripped the kite string out from your hand and is flying straight for the plate of candy!
>Bon Bon, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, grabs her at the last moment and pulls her back!
>You can see the candymaker mare do that ‘Stare’ of Fluttershy’s - quite useful against rowdy kids - to which Summer responds with… calling out for you?
>Her first words!
>”P.. p… paaa! Papaaaa!!” She cries out, her fright quickly disappearing as she turns confused, probably at her newfound ability to speak a word.
>You are quick to gently grab her and pet her mane, keeping her cupped in your hands.
“It’s alright sweetie, I’m here.” You quietly tell her, holding her close to your chest, then put her in her nest-pocket
>”Aw shucks, I’m sorry Anon, I didn’t mean to scare her this much.” Bon Bon apologizes, rubbing the back of her head.
“It’s quite alright, Bonny. She needs to learn her limits sooner or later anyway.”
>The cream colored mare smiles, that one smile you have seen on the face of single men who would actually like to settle down and start a family.
>”True, that’s true… Is it difficult to raise her? Alone? I-I mean I think you are perfectly capable, any mare would treasure you as their husband to raise their… uh…. I think I will just stop talking now.” She blabbers, a rosy tint spreading on her cheeks.
>It takes you some effort to not chuckle.
>”Way to go, Bon Bon! You will have him in bed in nooo time!” Comes a snarky yell from somewhere deep in the store.
>It’s Lyra, and she is snickering like a maniac.
>”Oh, I ought to..!” Bon Bon growls and runs off, leaving you and Summer alone to, well, sample the candies.
“These frickin ponies, I swear…” You mutter and offer a marshmallow to Summer.
>She takes it with glee, now back to her old, happy self.
>A minute or two of ‘sampling’ (read as ‘stuffing your face with candy) later, Bon Bon returns, winded and a bit sweaty, probably chasing the minty colored unicorn around the store.
>You are pretty sure you have heard the trickster leave the store at one point, but that hasn’t stopped or slowed Bonny at all.
>She probably… didn’t realize that she is chasing her own hoofsteps.
>”Alright, so.” She says as she is trying to catch her breath.
“Yes, so? The candy is really good, by the way.” You reply and proceed to pet her mane.
>Bon Bon freezes for a moment, then pushes her head against your hand, the same way Summer does.
>”So… uhh… uhm, yes, right, right.” She leans away, sitting down and clearing her throat. “My friends and I heard that you almost lost your workplace yesterday, so we decided to help you out, even if just a bit.” She sounds like she is presenting a well rehearsed monologue. ”To make your life easier, I thought, I should invite you for dinner. Today. Your little Summer is invited too, we wouldn’t want her to feel left out!” She finishes with a half-forced, nervous smile, and you can’t help but notice that she is switching around singular and plural, since that ‘we’ was certainly not a majestic plural.
>You can literally see beads of sweat rolling down her forehead, and those are probably not from her impromptu exercise.
“So… on a date?” You ask bluntly, making her eyes go wide.
>”Yes! Wait, no. Uhh… maybe? I-I don't know. Can you repeat the question?” She replies, her sweating intensifies.
“Yes Bonny, I will go on a date with you. You only needed to ask.” You tell her and lightly chuckle, returning to pet her mane again.
>Her shocked silence, followed by a genuinely happy grin, warms your heart.
“How about half past seven in the evening?” You ask, making her blink several times, then nod enthusiastically.
>”Y-yes, that sounds great!” 
“Cool! See you then, Bonny!” With a coy smirk, you turn to leave, but not before you pick up another marshmallow for Summer and wink at the flustered mare.
>”Oh… my goodness…” You hear behind yourself.
>Today’s a good day.

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>Be graceful.
>Be joyous!
>Be a happy mare who’s found herself a date in this clamfest of a town!
>Be Bon Bon, preparing yourself for the date this evening.
“With the charm of a true professional, Agent Sweetie Drops secured herself the exotic male, twisting him around her hooves the way only a true secret agent could…” You tell to nopony in particular, just narrating your otherwise rather boring life.
>”What was that Bons? Did you say something?” Comes the voice of Lyra from the other room.
>The sloppy mare - your best friend, you could say - likes to spend her free time sitting on your couch, drinking your soda, the couch potato that she is.
“Uh? No, I was just… talking to myself.” You tell her after a few quiet seconds.
>“Are you monologuing again? Uhh, what’s her face, Agent Sweaty Balls?” Lyra now basically yells and bursts out in childish laughter, making your face turn a quite bright shade of red with anger.
>However, there is no time to give her a lesson or a beating. 
>You need to look perfect to win over Anon.
>And to do that, you will need some… well, some new clothes.
>You let out a sad sigh.
>Rarity, that dyke, will try to dress you up like a damned doll, but she is your best - and only - chance to get something decent that will fit to the style Anon has.
>In fact, Rarity’s been making his clothes ever since he settled down in this town, so she will know how to make a matching outfit!
>With that in mind, you grab a few things you will need, throw them in  your saddlebags, and head outside.
>Lyra is still laughing and when she spots you approaching her, which is not really true since she is in your way to the front door, she scrambles.
>Only to slip and fall flat on her face with a satisfying ‘thud’.
>”Oww…” She quietly whines, only looking up at you with her eyes, all other sound and movement ceased.
“That’s what you get for being a moron.” You tell her nonchalantly, without even looking down at her.
>”Touché…” Lyra sighs and picks herself up. “Where are you going?”
“Buying stuff to prep for my date with Anon.” You reply but don’t actually stop moving, reaching and opening the front door.
>”Hey, could you please buy me so-” You hear Lyra starting to ask but you close the door behind you before she could finish.
>The satisfying click of the lock, followed by an exasperated ‘ugh’ is music to your ears!
>Perhaps this behaviour makes ponies think that you are a grump…

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>Be surprised.
>Be angered.
>Be jealous.
>Be Summer’s mom, stalking someone else this time.
>Yes, you can stalk other ponies too, you are not a weirdo, no.
>Earlier today you have seen the events unfolding in that candy shop.
>You have heard and seen Anon being giddy, talking about going on a date!
>Summer looked happy too…
>Oh, why must your heart clench even at the thought of this?
>Alas, this is not the time and place to pointlessly suffer, you can do that later.
>The confectioner mare has just left her home.
>From what you can tell, she looks quite happy… A spring in her steps, humming a happy tune, checking herself out on the glass storefronts…. Hold up.
>Something happened.
>She did the checking and then froze, and is walking much faster now.
>What is she even… wait, where did she go?
>You are too surprised to react in time and she’s gone, slipped away from your observant eyes.
>Mare, this is stressful.
>You should just go back to the inn you rented a room in.
>Waking up to find your first grey hairs was stressful enough for today, you really don’t need this…

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>Be suspicious.
>Be fairly convinced.
>Fairly convinced that you have just spotted a stalker, following you.
>Your totally legit and real secret agent training tells you that it was either an assassin waiting for the best moment to strike, or an assassin making note of your schedule and daily life, so she can pick the best moment to strike.
>Be Bon Bon, and be rather pissed.
>So pissed in fact, you don’t even notice when you enter the Carousel Boutique!
>”Welcome to the Carousel Boutique, how may I help you today?” Rarity’s voice breaks your concentration, bringing you back into reality.
“Uhh… oh, yes, hi! I need your assistance, Miss Rarity!” You tell her, already feeling embarrassed.
>”Very well! In what manner, if I may ask? Do you need a form-fitting? Trying to find a missing piece? Need a  new dress for the upcoming Gala?” She asks, walking up to you.
>Oh, she’s so… frilly! 
>And she doesn’t even wear anything right now, ugh!
“I-uh… I actually want to have a new dress for a date… a matching to… uh… to my date’s outfit…” You meekly explain, trying your best in finding the right words.
>It takes the seamstress a few moments to respond, but when she does, you already regret coming to her.
>”Oh, that’s wonderful to hear, Darling! I actually have a number of dresses made just for the occasion! Oh, some of them are part of an upcoming collection, a complete set for both stallion and mare! But what am I saying, you haven’t told me who your date is! Please, go ahead, enlighten me with his name, who might be this… mystery stallion who conquered your heart?” She asks, and you feel sick just by listening to her voice.
“Uhh…. uhh…. It’s… It’s just Anon. You make his clothes, so… can you quickly put together something that’s like his… attire?” You ask, mentally whipping yourself.
>“Oh!” Rarity’s mouth forms a little o. “I… Well I can't say I expected that, but of course! It will only take just a few minutes, in fact. I… may have made an entire collection based on the design of his original clothes… hehe…” It’s Rarity’s turn to be sheepish. “I will just take your measurements now, Darling, if that’s alright with you?”
“Yes, go ahead.” You tell her and follow her to the little elevated platform she directs you to.
>A couple minutes of silent posing later and  you are patiently waiting in the front part of the Boutique. 
>You are thinking about where did your life go this way, to make you end up in Ponyville’s most unmarely shop?
>Especially considering there is a Spa just a couple streets away.
>The most stallion-y place in town, or so you were told.
>Your quiet musings are finally interrupted by Rarity entering your field of view, carrying several outfits behind her in her magical grip.
>”Here we are, Darling. Make your pick, although I have my own suggestions.
“Hoo boy…”

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>Be sitting on your couch.
>Be very busy debating whether you should shower or shave first.
>Be Anon, about 30 minutes before your date with Bon Bon.
“Alright cutie pie, it’s time to get ready and drop you off at Dave’s.
>Summer was just lying on her little birdy perch next to your couch, lightly asleep, but your words awaken her.
>She has no idea what will happen of course, and you didn’t leave her alone before, but she knows Davenport, so you guess she should be alright.
>You certainly hope.
>There is no time to waste though, all of that you have already wasted.
>So you indeed get ready, shaving and then showering, done under ten minutes!
>It’s the evening now, so Summer is naturally turning sleepy.
>Carrying her to Dave’s home is easy, and based on that she didn’t even wake up from you pulling her from your pocket, she will be fine for a couple hours.
>”I have everything prepared for her, Anon. Don’t worry and… have a good time.” Dave tells you giving your thigh a friendly pat-pat.
>Freaking ponies keep doing that because they are so short!...
“Thank you Dave, I think I will. See you in a couple hours, alright?” 
>Sure thing, no need to hurry. You can pick Summer up in the morning too, if things go that way~!” His voice gains a singy tune in the end there, he also winks at you and giggles like a schoolgirl.
“Yeah-yeah, thank you Dave. See you in a couple hours.” You repeat yourself and ruffle up his mane to cut short his goodbyes.
>It’s super effective.

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>Be nervous.
>Be hyped up!
>Be uncomfortable in your new set of clothing, named ‘The Business Casual’ by Rarity.
>Be Bon Bon, on your way towards Anon’s place.
>You were so excited about the date, you totally forgot to ask him where to meet you!
>Nothing to worry about though, it’s easy to just pick him up and go from there.
>Getting used to this level of cloth-to-skin contact is weird to you though, you have everything covered, save for your face!
>Rarity’s design, a mirror of Anon’s outfit is certainly working though, literally everypony turns to look at you.
>A bit… embarrassing, but alas, there are prices you are willing to pay.
>Then again, why should you be embarrassed?
>A stylish black medium skirt, white stockings, a white blouse, a white sun hat with a red ribbon, two pairs of light yet comfortable shoes, and for some reason… a black choker Rarity was really insisting to include in the set.
>You look like a mare-whore, don’t you?
>Celestia damn it, you will wear it and you will be proud!
>Besides, only Anon can judge you, everypony else can suck a lemon!
>Speaking of, Anon, he is right in front of you, so you better ask him.
“Wait, what?” you blurt out, surprised to see the towering, exotic alien male, in all of his unique and exciting glory, wearing a white shirt, a red tie, black pants and black shoes.
>You two really do fit together like this.
>”Oh, hey Bonny! We forgot to pick a place to meet, so I thought I would go and look for… wow, you look fantastic!” He greets you and you feel your face heating up.
“I-uhm, actually, I was looking for you, too.” You tell him, sheepishly rubbing the back of your head.
>You manage to push your sun hat off of your head.
“Oh Geez!” You yelp, trying to catch it, to no avail.
>”Wow! Gotcha!” Anon, with dexterity you haven’t seen in anypony else, grabs the hat from mid-air, offering it back to you. “Here you go. Alright, so, I will admit right now. I haven’t been in the dating scene for… well, let’s just say a good while. I don’t have much experience, especially not in a brave new world like this. Do you have any clue about where… you know, where should we go?”
>His cat-like reflexes and slightly awkward but still charming way of speaking catches you off-guard.
“Well I… uhm.. I-I don’t know, I didn’t think I would go this far.” You reply, remembering that you should always be honest with the stallion you are courting.
>”Really? You and me, Bons, you and me. Now then, I heard this fast food joint has a great deal for dating couples, what do you think of that?” His reply surprises you, but you are, thankfully, quick to recover.
“S-sure! Sounds like a plan!” Well done, Bon Bon, Agent Sweetie Drops would have said the same thing.
>Maybe Lyra was right about calling your character that name.
>”Alright! Let’s go!” Anon cheers, grinning enthusiastically.
>Your shock does not block your legs from moving thankfully, but damn, this colt is full of surprises!

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>Be worked up.
>Be joyous but afraid at the same time.
>Be uncomfortable in your more formal set of clothes, despite wearing basically the same outfit you wore the day you popped in this land of magic and technicolor little horses.
>Be Anon, on your way to Bon Bon’s place.
>You did a stupid earlier today, forgetting to ask Bonny about where to meet her.
>You concentrated so much on looking cool, there was no processing power left to do anything else besides that!
>You can beat yourself over that for eternity, wouldn't change a thing.
>The only way to fix it is by meeting with your date and propose ideas!
>Thus, you are strolling to Bon Bon’s, making ponies’ heads turn.
>Hell yeah, you look cool!
>Or like a clown, either of the two.
>There is nothing really special in this outfit of yours, it’s just black and white business casual with a red tie.
>You recall something Rarity said about it before, but… hey… who is… is that Bon Bon?
>Alright, it’s time to be cool, to act natural.
>No awkwardness allowed.
>Let’s go.

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>Be nauseous.
>Be in emotional pain.
>Be stuck in this personal hell of your own making.
>Be Summer’s mom, who could have just… just knocked on Anon’s door and asked him to help you, but instead you…
>...
>Dang it, he looks so dashing.
>Keep walking, you sexy beast!
>Wait, what?
>Where did that come from??
>Hold on, something is happening.
>You see him stopping and talking to a mare in an eye-catching black and white outfit.
>Looks kinda like… his?
“What on earth…” You mutter, grabbing and holding your binoculars to you eyes.
>Your heart skips a beat when you see who the mare is.
>It’s that candy maker mare!
>Your emotions turn to anger, seeing the scene unfolding down there.
>Yes, you are in your stalker cloud puff again.
>The two of them chit-chat for a moment, then head towards somewhere deeper in town.
>Perhaps… perhaps you should just… let  them be.
>It’s Summer who you really want to see and make sure that she is safe.
>But… this uncomfortable feeling in your chest, it’s…
>You start to follow Anon and Bon Bon.

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>Be smol.
>Be sleepy.
>Be in a new place you haven’t seen before, with Papanon nowhere to be seen.
>Your eyes shoot up and you frantically look around!
“Pa? Paa? Paaaa!” You cry out, only to be gently grabbed and soothed by not-Papanon.
>”There there, little one. Your Papa will be back soon, don’t you worry.” Not-Papanon tells you, and you finally look around.
>So not-Papanon doesn’t live in the boring couchplace, after all.
>This place look similar to your own home, although, everything’s shorter… smaller… 
>You feel cramped in.
>You need space.
>You need space!
“Fw-fwah!” You yell and shoot out from not-Papanon’s embrace like an arrow!
>This place is cramped, has too much furniture, too much yelling, too many ponies and too many foals.
>They just keep coming and... why are they looking at you like that, you are just lazily flying right under the ceiling!
>Oh hey, a perch to sit on.
>Is making a light, too.
>Alright, sitting down on the ceiling light is giving you enough space… and hey, you don’t have that stupid harness on either!
>Oh, papa, it’s showtime!
>With a grin on your face, you launch from your perch and zip around, giggling like a mad filly.
>The yelling, jumping and general chaos that follows makes you giggle harder.
>Alright, maybe this is not so bad, after all.

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>Be anxious.
>Be scared.
>Be worried about that if you are not catching Summer soon, she will hurt herself, and then Anon will hurt you.
>You have made friends with the stal- uh, Man, as he calls himself, but you know how dads are, one being yourself.
>Be Davenport, responsible for the well-being of little Summer while Anon is on a date.
>Everything was alright until Summer woke up - which took about two minutes after Anon left - and now you fear for her and your life.
>The little ball of energy is as fast as a fly, if not for her vibrant colors, you wouldn’t be able to see her!
“G-girls! I need help!” You call out for your wives.
>This being the evening, they are already home and by your side quickly.
>”What’s going on, Davey…?” One of them asks as they enter the room, only to gasp, seeing the colorful blur buzzing around.
>Your foals are quick to follow their moms, within half a minute all of your family is in the living room, just in time to see Summer perch on the chandelier.
“I need your help, girls. I promised to foalsit Summer while Anon is on a date, but I forgot to put her harness on and she slipped out of my hooves. I don’t know how to catch her without hurting her.” You explain, looking at your wives for a clue.
>Before they could discuss anything, Summer jumps and takes a speed so fast, you really can’t see anything but a blur.
>A madly giggling blur, who is very much aware that you can’t catch her.
>Celestia save your living room… and your hide if something bad happens to Summer!...

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>Be the Friendly Neighbourhood Hoo-Man.
>Be on your first date with the sweetest sweets maker of the town.
>Be Anon, and feel your common sense tingling.
“I… I have a bad feeling, all of a sudden.” You tell Bon Bon, lowering your fork.
>The burger joint had Fish & Chips on offer, so you couldn’t refuse.
>Bon Bon got herself some greasy hayburger, the lucky mare.
>She can actually eat that stuff safely, unlike you.
>”What’s wrong? Is it the thing you eat?” Bon Bon asks you with a hint of worry in her voice, her expression turning into a similarly worried one.
“No, nothing like that, the food is great. It’s just…” You sigh, putting down your fork and leaning back. “I feel like something… bad… is about to happen.” You tell her and look her in the eyes. “Don’t get me wrong though, this date is great, it’s just… you know, that feeling when you think you left the oven on or something..?”
>Your explanation is poor, but it seems to go through nonetheless.
>”Oh. I know what you mean. I get the same feeling whenever I visit family out of town and leave the house for Lyra to take care of. It’s… difficult, knowing that mare…” She replies, shuddering.
“I know that feel. Though… this thingy-thing feels more… urgent. I don’t think I can explain it.”  You respond and huff, feeling disappointed. “Oh, screw this, I can repair any damage done to my house. Let’s enjoy the date.” 
>”That’s the spirit!” Bon Bon nods eagerly in response, taking another bite of her burger.
>Forcing the bad feeling back, you do your best to enjoy the date indeed.
>Now only if that feeling would just go away…

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>Be deeply disappointed.
>Be mildly enraged.
>Actually, be rather enraged, so much so, you have to leave from stalking Anon and the candy mare.
>Be Summer’s mom, the angery.
>The happily chatting future couple of Anon and Bonjour… or whatever her name is, only makes you more angered and desperate.
>You can see it on them, they are hitting it off, chatting, laughing, enjoying each other's company.
>It’s a lost cause for you at this point, unless you  think of something smart.
>And that… thinking that is, won’t happen unless you cool down.
>Thus, you are flying away, hidden from prying eyes.
>Though even you can realize that a random puff of cloud is more suspicious than a pony just flying about.
>Does not matter.
>Summer should be with Anon’s boss, that’s where she was dropped off, after all.
>The flight there is short and you arrive just in time to witness the front door basically blast open as a blue and orange blur zap through it, as fast as greased lightning!
“Oh no.” You whisper, eyes going wild.
>”Summer! Noooo!” You hear Anon’s boss yell and run after the escaping foal, to no avail.
>Jumping out of your hidey cloud, you loudly exclaim.
“Don’t worry, I got this!” And with  that, you fly after the extremely fast filly, not even caring to be seen.
>Though you can’t hear or see it, the ponies you quickly leave behind look half-shocked, half-impressed.
>”Was that…?” One of them asks, mouth agape.
>”Y-yeah…”

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>Be excited.
>Be weak in your stomach, despite going on a dinner date.
>Be Bon Bon, waiting in line to order said dinner.
>”Good evening, what can I get ya?” The cashier mare - barely older than a filly, really - asks, her face adorned with a heavily trained smile.
>”Hello there…” Anon greets her then looks at the menu above her head. "I'll have two number 9s, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45s, one with cheese, and a large soda." He tells her the ridiculous order, then smiles.
>”Uhm… Sir, we don’t have numbered items… I can offer you the Fish & Chips menu though?” The cashier mare responds, her confused expression still present even after giving Anon the offer.
>”Sure, that will do.” He nods before turning to face you. “Bonny? What do you want to have?” 
“Uhh… what?” The ridiculousness of his first order put you in a stupor you didn’t even realize you were in. “I-uh… I will have a hayburger with extra cheese, large fries and a medium soda.”
>”Uhhuh, got it! That will be 24 Bits!”
>Before you can do as much as reach into your hidden little money pouch, Anon is already paying.
>”Thank you Sir! Please take a seat while the orders are being made!” The cashier mare, now back in her usual demeanour replies and trots to the back, out of sight.
“Anon, what was that?...” You ask him incredulously as the two of you find a neat little table for two.
>”Me paying? Well, the norm, I presume. We pay for each other's meals and stuff. Or you mean the… order?”
>Now even more confused, you just nod.
>”Oh, nothing, just a… uhm, ‘inside joke’ from my world. It would be difficult to explain.” He sorta explains, shrugging. “I will tell you now, I have a lot of things I will refer to that will probably make no sense to you. So get used to it, Sunny Bons!” 
>You can’t help but chuckle.
>He is something else, and any mare not realizing it is missing out a lot!
“So you are telling me that you will embarrass me with paying for things?” You ask him, trying to find out if he really means that.
>”Well duh. That’s how a relationship works, no?” His answer is genuine from what you can tell.
>Your smile widens as you realize something new.
>Jackpot!

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>It’s only about ten minutes later when Anon says something that makes your heart drop, but once the situation is cleared, your happy feeling returns.
>That is, until you hear a commotion outside.
>It sounds like a high speed chase…
>And it’s getting closer!
“What’s going on out there?...” You think out loud, to which Anon shakes his head.
>”No idea, but everyone’s looking, so…” He replies and stands up, towering over everyone and everything in the place, gaining an excellent view outside.
“Can you see it?” You ask, craning your neck to see at least something.
>”No, I can’t… wait… Oh shid!” He says and jumps so suddenly, you get actually scared!
“A-Anon!” You yelp, but he is already outside, running after whatever was making the noise out there. “What… what just happened!”

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>Be smol.
>Be in danger.
>Be Summer, chased by a big and angery thing!
>You had your fun with not-Papanon and his kids and stuff, but it’s about time you find Papanon and his pocket-nest.
>Getting out of not-Pananon’s place was easy, but then a big angery began to chase you!
>Wait, did you just see Papanon?!
>Turning as quickly as you can, you change direction an altitude, quickly locating Papanon!
>Wth a joyous squeal, you zoom in on him, going as fast as you can without missing your target: his held out hands in front of him!
>And just in time too, the big angery is behind you again!
>”Summer slow dooo- OOF!” Papanon yells as you hit your mark and accidentally propel him backwards and onto his behind.
>Then the big angery hits him as well!
>Papanon only has time to throw you to the side before he is hit by the big angery…
>You don’t even notice that you hit somepony else, you are already in the air again, looking at Papanon.
>Something bad happened to him....

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>Be scared shitless.
>Be on your hooves and rushing outside as fast as you can.
>Be Bon Bon, getting outside just in time to see Anon catch… or being hit by, Summer… then a fully grown pegasus mare who was chasing Summer?
>The man has the reflexes to push Summer out of harm’s way before he is crashed into by the mare.
>You hear a sickening crack, followed by the shuddering gasping of Anon.
>The pegasus mare looks fine though, if a little dazed.
>She looks really familiar, too…
“Anon! Anon, are you alright? Where is Summer? And who are you?!” You yell as you gallop to them.
>”I think I broke my left arm… and cracked something…” Anon replies, visibly fighting the pain. 
>Summer, having no harm done to her thankfully, just flies up from wherever she landed and hovers above Anon, who is lying on his back now.. 
>She looks scared, the poor thing, witnessing something like this…
>”Oww… my head…” You hear the mare groan… and a second later you are standing above her, your ‘Fluttershy Stare’ in full force.
“Who are you and why did you do that?!” You ask her coldly, your gaze drilling holes into her soul as you lock eyes with her.
>”I… I was just trying to… to…” She stutters, fear clearly present in her eyes.
“Trying to what? Ponynap a foal? Hurt her father? What? What were you thinking?!” You are angry and loud, and even you can realize how big of a crowd this scene is gathering. “Somepony call the ponice, NOW!” You yell, your tone of voice turning really cold.
>”Ma’am, I can assure you, I was-” The offending mare tries to explain herself but you cut her off.
“Oh no, no you don’t, you will tell your fairy tale to the ponice officers. And stay put!” 
>She uncomfortably squirms at that.
>Taking a quick glance at Anon and Summer, you realize that even he is staring at you,now sitting up.
>His left arm is on his lap, looking limp, and Summer is in his chest pocket, staring at you.
>She looks so frightened...
>...Of you.
>Perhaps ponies are right, and you are more than just a grump.
>This… does not feel right.
>Did you just screw up your chance with him?...

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>Be in emotional agony.
>Be worked up, tired out, hyper-aware and unable to pay attention.
>Be Bon Bon, sitting in the Ponyville General Hospital’s lobby, waiting for something - anything! - to happen.
>The nurse at the front desk has been eyeballing you for a while.
>She received a report card, most likely Anon’s, and been looking in your direction time and time again for the better part of this past 4 hours you’ve been in the lobby
.>Unable to bear it any longer, you break away from just staring forward and turn your head, just in time to catch the nurse’s gaze on you.
>She’s the head nurse… uhhh… Redheart? 
>Yes, that’s her name.
>The moment you lock eyes with her, she makes a sad frown and waves for you to come closer.
>Reluctantly, actually waiting a few seconds before moving, you get up from your seat and walk up to her.
>”Miss Bon Bon, do you wish to see Mr. Anonymous? He is awake and can be talked with, despite his condition.” Redheart tells you, a sincere, although sad smile on her face.
“I… I would like to, yes, but I don’t know if he wants to see me. I acted very much out of place when he got his…” You attempt to explain, not even realizing that Redheart called you on your name, despite not even introducing yourself to her.
>”Mr. Anonymous expressed that he wishes to see visitors if they happen to arrive for a visit.”
>Your eyebrows go up at that.
>Did you just… just… spend 4 hours sitting in the lobby when you could have went and sat by his bed?!
>With your expression returning to a blank, emotionless one, your gaze never leaving Redheart’s face, you limply nod.
“It would be nice to see him, yes. Which room is he in?” You ask, feeling your mouth dry up and your tongue turning into sandpaper.
>”Room 216, on the second floor.” Redheart replies, pointing a hoof at the stairwell on her right. “Make sure to knock before entering, and please, don’t gallop inside the building.”
“Yes, I will and I will not!” You reply, your legs springing into action and propel you towards and then up the stairs.
>You can even see the nurse shake her head as you turn away, but you don’t care, you have to right your wrongs.

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>Be in mild-to-medium pain.
>Be hungry and frustrated in your predicament.
>Be basically bound to a way too small bed, despite having no injury to your legs… or lower body, at all.
>Be Anon, after a painful resetting of your broken left arm, realizing how itchy your skin can become under the cast.
“I need a fork or something…” You mutter to yourself, your fingers twitching on your left hand as the itch intensifies.
>Just as you are about to start scratching the cast itself, you hear a few knocks from the door of your room.
“Come in!” You call out, glad for being the only resident of the room.
>The room opens, revealing… a disheveled looking Bon Bon, bearing an embarrassed, awkward expression on her face.
>Despite the reaction you think she’s expecting, your face lights up, a smile appearing on it as you take in her form.
“Bonny! Where were you? I thought you would never get here!” You tell her, patting the bed on your right, scooting to the left to let her hop on and lie down next to you.
>She stops in the doorway, makes a reluctant smile, then lowers her head and enters the room, the door nudged close behind her.
>”Anon, I... “ She attempts to speak, losing track of what she’s intending to say as she’s walking towards you. “I… I acted out of place and I’m sorry, but you got injured and that blasted mare just up and left and I yelled and made a fool of myself and-and-and-”
>You cut her off by placing a well aimed index finger on her lips - she got into your reach as she talked.
“Bonny. Shush. You were protective. That’s all. It’s cool. Not the first time I broke something of mine. I’ll be back in action in a few weeks. Summer is fine too. Now hop up here so I can hug you.”
>Another pat on the bed, to which she reacts with a puppy-like whine, ears drooping down… and jumping up on the bed next to you.
“See? Is fine.” You reassure her again and wrap your good arm around her.
>She lets out an adorable squeak, eyes glued to your cast-bearing, broken left arm.
>A couple silent seconds pass, broken by you asking her the question of the day.
“What happened with that mare though?” 
>Your question is welcomed with a different kind of worried expression on Bon Bon’s face.
>”Well…”

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>Be in some deep shit.
>Be ready to realize that YOU made this shit, and YOU made it this deep as well.
>Be Summer’s mom, the one who successfully managed to crash into and break Anon’s arm… now facing a very angery confectioner mare.
>”Oh no, no you don’t, you will tell your fairy tale to the ponice officers. And stay put!” 
>She yells in response to your hazy-minded replies, making you flinch.
>You can hear Summer let out a little whimper, staring at Bon Bon.
>Your little sweetheart is scared of the immense rage this cream colored mare, and you are too.
>Being a trained professional with authority or not, she is legitimately terrifying.
>The whimper however, breaks Bon Bon out of her extreme emotions.
>”S-Summer…” She mutters, turning her head to look at the aforementioned cutiepie.
>Your fight or flight system finally kicks in and picks flight, so you do exactly that.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” You yell and take off, your wings propelling away as fast as a true record keeper’s wings would.
>You can hear commotion underneath, ponies yelling, and a siren going off, but it’s too late, you are already ascending towards the stratosphere.
>It’s all over, you ruined it.
>Your identity is also known now, there were too many eyewitnesses.
“Well done, Spitfire, you feather brained, chicken hearted fool. Well done…” You mutter to yourself, taking a last glance back down at the steadily shrinking visage of the quaint village you just lost your chance to settle in.
>It’s time for you to disappear.

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>Be smol.
>Be confused.
>Be unsure about where Papanon is.
>Be Summer Breeze, the one and only, currently in a white room with other foals.
>The room smells of a nasty thing, like the floors outside, and every possible exit has this veil on it you later learn is called a mosquito netting.
>The other foals here are of all tribes, ages and sizes, so you find a few other pegasus foal your age.
>They are not doing much though.
>Nothing in the means of entertaining you.
>There is also a stallion in here, taking care of the others.
>You?
>You are not letting him touch you!
>Though to be quite honest, you are getting hungry and tired, and that bedding looks really comfy, and the Definitely-Not-Papanon has something yummy smelling thing on that table next to him…
>Well, there isn’t much you can do here.
>You just hope Papanon will arrive soon…

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>Be worried.
>Be anxious.
>Be unable to calm down despite knowing and seeing how well Anon takes this whole situation.
>Be Bon Bon, also known as Secret Agent Sweetie Drops, the most marely mare of a secret age-
>Oh, who are you kidding, your stupid roleplaying won’t make your stupider feelings just go away.
>That uncomfortable pull in your belly, tugging at your conscience like an unintentionally dropped anchor.
>”Bonny… you alright? You make a face like… like… “ Anon breaks you out of your self-punching stupor and makes a silly expression.
>You can’t help but chuckle.
>Silly colt.
“Ye-yes, I’m fine… It’s just… a bit difficult to walk past this whole thing. Especially with your arm being… well, broken.” You reply, letting out a sigh of a deep breath you didn’t even know you held.
>”To be honest it bothers me a bit, sure, bit the itchy feeling under the cast is the biggest of the discomfort factors here.” Anon replies, shrugging. “It’s actually not as bad as the itch I got when I kicked a concrete ball that was painted to look like a football and ended up breaking my leg. Oh, that sonofabitch who did it, I hope he rots in hell.” 
>What.
>Your incredulous feeling must be an incredulous expression on your face, since Anon seem to react to it.
>”What? You think there aren’t people in my homeworld just plain evil, doing evil things for the sake of being evil?” He asks as if this was the most obvious thing.
“No, it’s not that! You… your leg was broken before?” You ask him, making him look incredulous this time.
>”Okay, something is up, you ponies are iffy about injuries and I’m sure I’m missing a piece here, so enlighten me. Why is a broken bone such a big thing for you guys?”
>Why is it a big thing…
>Your lack of responding and obvious staring probably gave the answer you couldn’t put into words.
>“Sheesh, alright, no need to do the thousand yard stare at me Bonny-Bons, I get it.” He shakes his head, then furrows his eyebrows. “How much do you know of my species anyway?”
“Uhm… Excuse me?” You lamely reply, feeling as if you were slapped.
>”Your knowledge. Of humans.” Anon repeats himself, arching an accusing left eyebrow.
“Uhh, well I have heard the things the librarian Twilight Sparkle told everyone, like how in your world yours is the only sapient species, you are omnivorous and… uhh…”
>Your reply is welcomed by an unimpressed expression on Anon’s face.
>”That’s all?” He asks, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling.
“I suppose… yes. That’s all.” You reply, trying to sound sure of yourself.
>”That’s the problem then.” He lets out a sigh. “Alright Bon, here is the deal. I can walk off losing a limb or two. My kind is rather… resilient. So stop thinking about injuries and instead think about something more important. I talk about Summer. Could you please check on her? Nurse Redheart would bite my ass if she saw me out of my bed.”
>The mental image of Redheart…. and then you biting dat flank got into your mind for long enough to distract you from your bad feelings.
“Y-yes, sure, I will.” You tell him.
>”Atta girl.” Anon replies and plants a gentle kiss on your forehead before letting you go.
>Your face heats up considerably and he can see it.
>Stupid sexy Anon…

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>Be tired of this all.
>Be just about done with being stuck in bed.
>Be Anon, who’s ready to bail as soon as your marefriend leaves the room.
>She doesn’t know that though.
>’That’ being your marefriend, you didn’t tell her that just yet.
>Regardless, you NEED to stand up and move!
>You watch Bon Bon get off your bed, give you one last worried, although almost flustered look, then leave the room.
>A couple seconds pass which you patiently wait through - ponies tend to come back for whatever reason - and then finally get out of the bed.
>The itching didn’t cease, but you mentally suppress it.
“If I’m not thinking about it, it stops.” You tell nobody in particular and stretch your non-injured limbs.
>The room is relatively small, but you make use of the space and walk around.
>The single window of the room looks down at the town, offering you a nice late evening scenery to enjoy.
“I’m on the second floor, huh? Bet I could jump down and not break a leg or something.” You mutter to yourself, looking down at the ground outside.
> Pony buildings are relatively small, so the fall here would also be relatively small.
>Before you are able to contemplate more of your potentially dangerous escape attempt, you hear the telltale signs of someone approaching: Hoofsteps clip-clopping on the cold, disinfectant smelling floor.
“Oh shid!” You whisper-yelp and rush back to your bed.
>Just in time too, the door opens right as you lean back, pulling the blanket on your lower half.
>It’s… It’s just the janitor, looking rather surprised to see someone in the room.
>”Oh, excuse me Mister, thought the room was empty!” She tells you and without waiting for you to respond, just steps back and closes the door.
“Oookay then.” You sigh, looking up at the ceiling. “This will take forever…”

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>Be far away.
>Be in deep shame.
>Be just done with your own stupidity.
>Be Spitfire The Foolish, still making your way towards East, beyond the griffon lands.
>You managed to grab some of your stuff while passing through Cloudsdale, but it’s not more than a saddlebag’s worth.
>It doesn’t matter to you though.
>The weight of your poor decisions are pulling harder on you.
>As a well trained professional, national idol at that, you are well aware of the backlash you will receive if you show your face anywhere near that town, and in a couple days, anywhere else in Equestria.
>Thus, you fly.
>These griffon territories aren’t that bad, you can see many places not half-bad to spend the night in, if it comes to that.
>Oh, how low you have stooped.

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>Be just about done with this horsepital.
>Be angery at the way ponies keep treating you.
>Be Anon, who demands to be handled like a Man!
>You are a real Man, not some sort of a helpless thing!
>At the very least they are fine with letting Summer be in your room, though with some restrictions.
>After Bon Bon checked on the little thing - and convinced the nurse on duty that taking her off of his hooves will be beneficial for all of us - Summer calmed down considerably.
>She probably already forgot about the whole thing yesterday.
>This brings you back to the present, which is, as of right now, spent pointlessly lying down in this small bed, holding a book with your left hand and petting Bon Bon with your right, Summer sleeping on your lap.
>This would be rather idyllic if not for being in a hospital, with something you /know/ should not require the stay there.
>Catching up on some reading is nice though.
>...

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>It’s not until a whole work week is gone when you are finally let out.
>You couldn’t be kept there any longer anyway, despite the protesting of literally everypony (save Summer, she is just as restless as you are), you just up and leave, your arm in a self-fashioned bind, made of gauze, from memory.
>It’s… shoddy. But it keeps your arm in place and isn’t that uncomfortable either, so you absolutely won’t complain.
>In these past days, since Summer had all of your attention to herself, mellowed out a bit.
>Or rather, her wildness got tamed, so to speak.
>She also began to babble new words and/or word like noises.
>Not speaking about her new habit of sleeping next to your neck as you were lying on the bed, propped up by the large-ish pillow.
>Which brings you back to Bon Bon.
>Although her job eventually forced her to leave you, she kept coming back everyday.
>Sure, not a big deal, just 5 super boring day in the horsepital, but still, it’s the little things.
>In the time you have spent in Equestria you have learnt about the importance of physical contact between ponies, but she set a new standard.
>Or are you confusing it with her affection to you as her new ‘colt’friend?
>You need to get some of that cider the apple horse has in stash under the floorboards of her apple cart…

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>Be mentally exhausted.
>Be physically dulled.
>Be just glad it’s over.
>Be Bon Bon, trotting next to Anon, with a small smile on your face.
>Although you are aware of that he is not a pony, your instincts - just like everypony else’s - still scream and poke at your subconscious whenever you glance up and see his gauze and bandage covered left arm.
>It has a new use at least: Summer’s temporary perch until Anon can wear his pocketed shirts once more.
>The weather is pretty nice for a walk, added up with the singing of the birds, you can finally relax.
“Hey, Anon…” You begin, unsure about what you even want to say.
>The man looks down at you, arching one of his expressive eyebrows.
>”Hm? What’s up, Bonny?” His voice is carefree, with a hint of that mischievous humor behind it.
“I’m just thinking about… about…” You pause, holding up your right foreleg, moving around your hoof. “Y-you know. Uh… Us.”
>That totally wasn’t the topic you wanted to touch, and yet, your stupid mouth picked to say just that.
>Mentally beating yourself, you make an awkward grin, looking up at him.
>”Oh.” Anon simply replies, an expression of thought and concentration quickly spreading on his face. “So, us. What about us?” He finally responds, making you mentally facehoof.
“Y-you know…” You attempt to say sheepishly, feeling all of the hay spilling out of your saddlebags.
>You don’t even have saddlebags on…
>”No, I really don’t. If you ask about whether we are an item or not, then yes, we definitely are, unless you want it otherwise. If you ask about if I’m angry at you for being rightfully angry at the mare, apparently some national hero level celebrity, for breaking my arm, then no, you did the right thing and stood your ground. Or is it something else?”
“...”
>”Bon Bon?” 
>His nonchalant reply, the ease of how he just shuffled these topics into their respective ‘boxes’ and filed them into their place, the fact he said you are his marefriend, it all leaves you standing still and gaping at him.
>”Bonny-Bons, are you… are you alright?” He asks again and crouches down in front of you.
>Before you can rethink it, or consider that you are in the middle of a relatively busy road, you blurt out, rather loudly.
“Marry me!”
>You immediately slap your forehooves over your mouth, eyes going wide.
>”Okay.” Anon replies, a kind smile appearing on his face, which turns into a grin. “I actually kinda expected you to ask me this.” He admits.
“W-what?” You utter, your shock and happiness turning into surprise. 
>”With all of the care, touchy-feely stuff and amount of time you talk to yourself while you think nobody can hear you? It’s pretty easy to decipher, Agent Sweety Drops.” He replies, grinning broadly.
“Oh. Y-yes, I should really stop doing that…” You mutter, ears drooping down in shame.
>”Aw, come here, you marely mare!” He says and leaves you no time to react, pulling you into a tight, albeit half-armed hug.
>The ponies around you collectively let out an ‘aww’ of endearment.
>Your face goes from rosey blushing to beet red in a matter of seconds.
>You will never hear the end of this from Lyra…

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