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

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

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




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




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

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





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




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



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

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


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




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

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

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






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

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



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

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

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




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





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





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

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



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




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

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





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

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





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



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

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



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


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





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



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

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

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




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




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


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




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





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




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

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

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

>You're done for the night.



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





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



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


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




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

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

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



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

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



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

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

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

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




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

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

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



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




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

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


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

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

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


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

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


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

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

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




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


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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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


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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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




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

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


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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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



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

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



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

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


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

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

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




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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>You were free
>Well, what now? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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



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

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



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

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



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



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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


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

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

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


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

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

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


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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

>"Oh look, Anon's all alone. Of course she wouldn't socialize, she HATES other ponies. Good luck getting adopted." Cue forced laughter.
>"Fucking autist, go kill yourself."
>Damn, these kids were mean. The only people who had been this cruel in your past were anonymous
>Maybe because you were extra competition
>You COULD tell Healing Heart about this, but that'd just probably make things worse. Whatever punishment she could hand out would just enrage them.

>You just hid in the dormitory with a pencil and paper, trying to play games with yourself. Tic-Tac-Toe was boring without a second player.
>It was kinda nice, drawings hung up on the walls, happy stuff by your fellows.
>A lot of work had been put in this place. 

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

>Thankfully, bedtime came early, as tomorrow was a school day.
>You wished you had your blanket, you always slept better with it. You felt like crying, but you were a big fill- guy. Plus it'd just make you look like an easy target for more bullying.
>Maybe you'd feel better in the morning.
>Deep down, you doubted that. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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


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

>"Miss Sparkle and child?" 

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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

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


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

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


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

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

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

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

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

>You sat in between Cadance and Shining Armor. Flurry was asleep in the formers' hands, despite the prior shouting match.
>Shining had bought you some ice cream, but you barely touched it. 
>Twilight wasn't allowed near you, but everyone was sticking close to you. Luna was within earshot, talking with her sister about god-knows-what.
"Hey, what do you guys think?" you blurted out of the blue.
>"...Well, if what you say is true, Twilight's done a lot of bad things." Cadance started, rocking Flurry a bit. "But we'll support you either way.". Pssh, still treating you like a kid.
"You don't believe me."
>"Oh, that's not it"
>...
"Where's Grandad and Grandma?"
>Shining decided to answer. "Mom and Dad are with Twilight, we decided to split up.. We have no idea what they think, none of us have really discussed it."