Of Marshmallows and Men II

>Day We Fancy Now on Earth

>Be Rarity

>Zzz

 

>Be Anon

>You sit up from the couch that you had been sleeping on

>The sun is glorious this morning

>You look at your clothes in the light and marvel at how clean you look

>You tip-toe around your home and peak in on your guest in your room

>Rarity is sleeping like a lamb

>Or pony

>No, maybe just like a lamb... lambs have hooves, yeah, it all makes sense

>You leave the door slightly open and decide to make breakfast

>It is the most important meal of the day

 

>Be Rarity

>You are dreaming of a wonderful castle

>You are laying on a bed made of cloud and the door to your chambers opens

>In steps a beautiful stallion

>His mane is midnight black and his piercing eyes hold your attention

R: Oh, Prince Anonymous of Earthia... what a pleasant surprise to see you in my bed chambers

>You smile seductively and spread your body out across your bed

R: What can -I- help you with on such a fortuitous evening?

>You place a single grape between your teeth and hold it elegantly

A: Faire Princess, I come on behalf of the kingdom of Yonkers to ask for your lovely hoof in holy matrimony

>You gasp, more for effect than out of true surprise

R: Why, Anonymous, darling, what a sudden and unexpected offer. I know I am the fairest in all these lands and that my considerable territory is renowned for its resource, but surely, you would want something else of me?

>The stud of a stallion approaches you

>His eyes nearly pin you with his presence

A: My lady, I assure you all worldly possession are for naught in my eyes for I have fallen deeply and hopelessly in love with you. To have you rule at my side for all of time is my only desire

>You stifle a giggle

>Anon is so romantic and charming!

>You lay your right hoof over the bed and place your other hoof across your brow

R: Prince Anonymous, if you would take my hoof in marriage, I would...

>You stop as you are overcome by the smell of food

>It seems to be coming from no where nearby

R: Ahem... as I was saying, if you would have me as your queen, I will...

>The smell of flesh burning causes you to stir

>You sit up in your cloud-bed and sniff the air

R: Uh, kind Prince... do you smell something burning?

>Anon looks to you and bares his teeth

>You see a mouth full of impossibly sharp canines gleam at you

R: A-Anon... Anonymous?

>He brings his hoof down twice

>Anon charges at you

>You scream and clutch your hooves to your chest

 

>Be Anon

>Making bacon because your stomach ain't faking about aching for some bacon

>You try to sing this in your head a few times

>You are bad at creating melodies

>The silence is disrupted by a scream from your bedroom

>You dash in quickly

A: What's going on?!

>You see Rarity clutching a pillow and visibly shaking

>Shaking... bacon... making

>Cut that out!

 

>Be Rarity

>You realize everything that just happened was a nightmare of sorts

>You clutch the pillow between your hooves for a moment before looking to Anon

>Anon is looking at you quizzically from the doorway

A: Yo, Rarity... ya alright?

>You look at him for a moment and blink some sleeping sand out of your eyes

>He doesn't look like a menacing, feral pony

R: Oh, Anon, it's just you... I... I had a bad dream

>You sniff the air

A: Oh, want to talk about?

>You look around the room

R: Is something burning? I swear I smell something burning?

A: I was making breakfast... don't think I burnt anything yet

>You see Anon's sincere eyes

A: Do you like waffles? I made some for you

>Maybe some breakfast will do you justice

>You hop out of bed and meander to the kitchen area

>Anon places a large, well-crafted waffle on a porcelain plate

>He garnishes with a dollop of butter in the center

R: Oh darling, this looks fantastic, but do you have...

>You freeze for a moment

>Anon empties another pan onto his plate of a waffle and three strips of some unfortunate creature

>Your eyes hold wide in astonishment

A: Do I have any what now?

>Anon casually lifts a strip of meat to his mouth and tears a piece with his wicked canines

>You shriek and fall back

A: Marshmallow! Are you OK?

>Anon rushes to your side and extends his hand

>What a gentleman... a monstrous, flesh-eating gentleman

R: Stay back you... you... pony eating brute!

>You scoot backwards and lift yourself up

>Anon looks surprised at you

A: Pony eating? I don't think I've ever eaten a pony before

R: What poor soul did you just devour in your life-taking jaws!

A: I swear I never met them!

R: Oh woe is me! Trapped with a carnivore when my body is so supple and, most likely delicious, from years of exercise and maintenance! I'm too beautiful to be eaten!

A: SquigglyTail... I am not going to eat you...

R: Perhaps -not- today! Perhaps not tomorrow! But, I have seen horrible things, Anon. I have public access television!

>The horror

A: And for that, I am truly sorry. However, I am not trying, nor would I ever try, to eat you

R: I had no idea you ate -meat-

>You sob

R: And I thought you'd make the perfect prince

A: Wha~?

R: Nothing, it's nothing... how could you!?

>Anon ponders for a moment

A: I had no idea this meant so much to you... I really never could eat meat back in Ponyville... because they only served cupcakes and salad. I am sorry if I offended you

>His eyes tell you that he really is sorry

>But, that dangerous mouth is off-putting

R: I should have seen the signs! Those sharp teeth are just like a dragons, though, I was sure you used them for eating gemstones!

A: Certainly not! Diamonds are too rich for my diet

>Anon taps his feet and holds his hands out to his sides for a moment

>You don't understand if this is suppose to be comedy

A: Everyp0ny's a critic

>Anon frowns for a moment

A: I am very sorry though. I guess it didn't really occur to me what you might think of bacon

R: What had this Bacon fellow done to you that made you eat him?

>You listen closely as to avoid the same fate

A: Bacon has only ever been good to me, my dear. Minus the artery clogging cholesterol

>You must have missed a part or two

>Sometimes, it felt like you were talking to Pinkie Pie

R: No, no, I mean... why? Why did you eat this pony?

A: Oh, this bacon is from a pig

>That is... slightly comforting

R: So... you did -not- eat a pony?

A: Never have, never will

>Anon smiles at you

>The realization of his dagger-like fangs makes you see his smile as something to avoid right now

A: Do you... do you still want that waffle?

>You feel a bit sick watching Anon eat meat

R: Perhaps later, darling... I should get to work on your mask. I am way past the deadline I had promised last night

A: Ah, I forgot you still had it!

>Anon seems happy when you present his tattered mask

>For the next hour or so, you go about setting up your workstation and tending to Anon's "face"

>You do a superior job in the details and help spruce the fine layer inside to allow for a more breathable feeling

>Anon reappears at your desk after so long

R: There we are! I am not sure if it is as good as new, but it certainly looks much better

>You pass Anon the mask

A: Oh, oh my...

>Anon rubs his fingers on the material slowly

A: It feels so... so soft

>He quickly covers his face up

>You feel saddened you can no longer see his eyes, but relieved his mouth is hidden again

>Anon's voice takes on its familiar tone of coldness

A: Oh, yes! It's fantastic! I feel whole again!

>Anon cheers and dances in place

A: Charity, this is the most wonderful work I've ever seen. You made my face one hundred times more comfortable!

R: Why, thank you, Anon. It was my pleasure

>Anon is suddenly behind you

>He's seem to regain his old ability to move at unnatural speeds since becoming "whole"

>You feel his cool arms wrap around your waist and lock under your forelegs

>He hugs you tightly and his heart beats against you

>You melt in his presence and bubble mindlessly

>Anon retracts himself

A: Oh, sorry, too much?

>You are still a little concerned about Anon's carnivorous ways

R: It's nothing, darling. I do have a question for you though. Have you found any more information on how to get me back to Equestria?

A: You know, I haven't really. I mean, it's not really something you can even look for and I can't think of how I first got to Equestria myself

>You hang your head

R: Oh well, one should not pout even when one is feeling... completely homesick

A: Come now, Rare, I am sure Twilight will be working hard to get you back. Besides, she'd know how to come here

R: I suppose you are right, Anon. I will simply bide my time for now in your... lovely home

A: You're welcome to anything here. I have satellite television

>You don't know what a "satellite" is, but perhaps it will be better than looking at the four walls

A: I will try to pick up any materials I can for you to make a new dress though

>You smile

R: Thank you. You are a truly dear friend to me

>You lean in and hug Anon

>His cool body feels kind of pleasant

>You look over his shoulder to see the sun setting and a golden light floods the room

>You think of Celestia lifting and lowering the sun

R: Anon... who raises the sun on Earth?

A: Oh, I guess... no one. It just does

R: That is peculiar

A: Oh yes, Earth is very different than Equestria

R: I am yearning to go out and see the sights. I think it is only fair after how well we treated you in Equestria

>You pout your lips and cross your hooves over your chest

A: Of course, but it is very different here. Love and tolerance are just words and ponies don't talk. We'd have to get creative

>You sigh and sit over your desk again

A: I think... if you don't mind the dark... that there's a place I can take you that you'd like

>You smile and keep your hopes up

>Anonymous would never lead you astray

A: OK, give it a few more hours. Tonight, we ride!