Anon and Chrysalis Ch 07 - Act 2

The Marvellous Mishaps of Anon and Chrysalis

Chapter 7: Electric Electric Electric: The Movie

Act 2: The Time when Metal Boxes was a Legitimate internet meme

 

>Clyde snorts at Chrysalis' previous remark. "I don't exactly get many visitors; no need to be fancy."

>He walks further down the main hallway. Seeing no reason to hang out at the Foyer, you follow.

>He turns towards another room, and leads you all inside.

>It's an office, quite clearly. Clyde takes a seat in a large armchair on the other side of the room. It appears to be leather; and not the 'false leather' Rarity used. Real leather.

>You wonder what poor innocent creature died to forge it, as well as who did the deed.

>...Because you wanted one of those for your office (which you'd set up eventually)

>On the dark wood desk in front of him was a microphone of sorts, a set of buttons beside it. He presses a button, and speaks.

>"Sue, Inkie, and Blinkie report to the Manager's office immediately. We have guests."

>Sure enough the intercom rang out, delivering his orders. Inkie and Blinkie must be Pinkie's sisters, but who was Sue?

>Guess you'd find out soon enough.

>"So, uh. Y'all run this here farm?"

>Clyde nods, "Mhm. I do."

>Applejack smiles at him, "Nice to meet ya, then. Ah also run a farm back in Ponyville. We're called Sweet Apple Acres; perhaps ya have heard of us?"

>Clyde leans back in his boss chair, thinking. "Maybe. I don't really like Apples. Too sweet."

>Applejack seems slightly offended by his remark, but doesn't say anything.

 

>The door soon opened, and a trio of ponies walked in. One was an older mare with a pair of gold rimmed glasses. You couldn't tell if it was real gold or just the color. Her hair was in a bun of sorts and her cutie mark was of three rocks.

>Next was another dull colored mare, this one a bluish purple gray, with a gray mane. It was extremely straight, but didn't obscure her face. She was smiling unlike the other one. Her cutie mark was a rather big drill. It reminded you of an anime character, but you couldn't remember which.

>The last one was a gray mare, like the first. In fact their manes were also just about the same color. She also had a straight mane, but like Fluttershy's blob of hair, it covered her face. Her cutie mark was one of those typical scope views.

>She was wearing saddlebags as well. One with bolts, and the other with a crossbow.

>You raise an eyebrow at this. How exactly was she supposed to use that?

>Pinkie gasps as she spots them, running over to glomp them. The bluish one meets her, returning it.

>"Hi Blinkie!" She glances over to the others, "Hi mom! Hi Inkie!"

>You can't help but smile, as does most of your companions.

>Ditto, notably does not. He's clearly busy watching the mare with the weapon.

>You can't blame him. She's doing the exact same to Chrysalis.

 

>Soon enough, everyone had been introduced. Pinkies' family was definitely an interesting bunch.

>Blinkie was the most like her sister. Hopefully she wouldn't take to Ditto the same as well.

>Then again, she apparently was fond of digging if her cutie mark was anything to go by. She even said he loved exploring dark caves.

>Inkie was security. She was also extremely cold. You had asked her how she even wielded a crossbow.

>She had volunteered to show you. You weren't sure you wanted her pointing her gun at you. Ever.

>Sue was a bit like Granny Smith, but without being senile or old. She seemed nice enough.

>You wondered if her cooking would be as good. You figure you'll find out soon enough.

>"Well now that you're all here, I need to get back to work." Clyde gets out from his chair, walking over. "Blinkie and Inkie here will show you around, and get you all settled. Now if you'll excuse me..."

>He glances at his wife, making a gesture. She follows him out.

>The mares look at Inkie and Blinkie expectantly. Even Chrysalis is curious of their lodgings.

>Inkie looks at Pinkie, "Is there something I've missed? Why are there two changelings inside our house?"

>Chrysalis rolls her eyes, "For your information, we're guests." Inkie glares at the Queen.

>Before any more tension could form though, Blinkie spoke, "So uh, follow me! I'll get you guys to your rooms!"

>Inkie grunts, following her out. They lead you up a set of stairs to a hallway full of rooms. You enter one at random.

>The room has two sets of bunk beds inside. You notice a box on top of the covers of the blue bed. There seems to be...

>Oh my god, who's toys are those. You back up slightly, turning to Blinkie and Inkie.

>Blinkie looks in, blushing as she sees the metal box.

"I take it that's your room?"

 

>Eventually you settle into your room. Most of them had bunk beds for some reason.

>If it was Fluttershy's house you'd say she had a fetish for them. But that was just crazy.

>Either way, you, Chrysalis, Ditto and Rainbro were in a room together, once more.

>"So, guys. What should we do now?"

>Chrysalis took a deep breath, thinking. "Well... I... You know I'm not sure, actually?"

>You shrug, gesturing to the TV on the far wall?

"Want to watch some more cartoons?"

>Chrysalis' face lights up. "Ooh! Yes!"

>Her horn glows as she snatches up a remote from a nearby nighttable. She presses the power button.

>"...And in other news, Princess Celestia vetoed a bill presented by the Equestrian Mayor's council which would deny non-equines the ability to run for positions in city governments. This is the first time in almost nine decades where the Princess saw fit to veto a bill that passed through both the city council and the noble council. When questioned, the Princes-"

>A press of a button changed to a show about puppies. Chrysalis smiles as she lies on her stomach, soaking the five year old's program up.

>You wondered how difficult it would be to set up a Television network underground. Probably fairly difficult, since the two hundred year old Chrysalis apparently had no cable to speak of.

>You smile as she watches intently, "Ooh... Anon, look at that one! It's all fluffy and white!"

>You nod, glancing at the screen. It was a fairly adorable dog.

>"Anonymous."

>You look up to the bunk over Chrysalis. Ditto gave you a serious look.

>"We have business with Pinkie Pie. Let us go?"

>Since when did you have business with Pinkie? Meh. Whatever. What harm could it do?

 

>A lot, your brain points out.

>No asked you, Brain.

>You nod unsure. You rise and Ditto takes a place hovering beside you. Rainbro seems confused at this.

>"Anon? What sort of plans do you have with Pinkie?" You shrug

"I'll remember once I get there. C'mon Ditto."

>He keeps close as you exit your room. However, instead of walking down the hall to see Pinkie (and by proxy, her sisters, as they shared a room (and no, it wasn't the room with the box of dildos. Blinky 'had no idea why they were in a guest room' and 'got rid of them' while Inkie gave everyone rooms.)) you instead stop, tapping Ditto.

"So, why exactly are we going to see Pinkie Pie?"

>"She is your friend, correct? Do you not want to see your friend?" You give him a look, causing him to frown. He actually looks almost sad.

>Almost. "Look, Anonymous. I need to speak to her about... Feelings. I am not well versed in such actions however, and so I would like your support."

>Hm. Fair enough, you suppose. Better than him wanting to just go fuck.

"Does that mean you've got a thing for Pinkie Pie now, Ditto?"

>He screws up his face in contemplation. "I am honestly not sure, Anon. She is nice, unlike Fluttershy and Applejack, but... I don't know. I feel very strange around her."

"You sure it's not just your fear of her banging your brains out again?"

>You laugh, though Ditto seems hurt from your words. A voice from behind you rings out, "Darling, do you think this is the best place to talk about your sex lives?"

>You turn around, smiling sheepishly at Rarity, who is not amused. She rolls her eyes before you say a word, heading down to this hall's bathroom.

 

>You sigh, scratching your head. Ditto lands, flustered that Rarity was now aware at least partially of his strange relationship with Pinkie. You look down at him.

"Alright Ditto, how about instead of you going in there and making an ass out of yourself, I go in and talk to her for you?"

>He thinks on this, then nods, "Very well. I will entrust you with that task." You smile

"Does that make me second in command, then?"

>Ditto frowns seriously at you, shaking his head. "No. You will never be a Changeling officer"

>Oh no! Your dreams crushed forever. Whatever.

>You shrug and head down the hallway, towards Pinkie, Inkie, and Blinkie's room.

>You had thought to ask Clyde if there was a particular reason for their names. Were they triplets or something?

>Pinkie's name at least had some logic too it. She was pink. The other two? Not so much. Oh well. You'd know eventually.

>Reaching the door, you politely knock. No need to barge in. For all you know, Blinkie is making use of her precious toybox.

>...You seriously hope that is not the case.

>The door opens. You look down. Inkie.

>"Can I help you?"

"Perhaps. Is Pinkie around? I'd like to talk to her."

>Inkie rolls her eyes at you, turning towards the room's insides. Oddly there was a screen blocking the view from the door; you could only see the far wall.

>Your eyes go wide. Oh no.

 

>"Anon? Oh hiya Anon! Come on in!"

>Inkie just shrugs, walking back into the room. She pauses when you don't follow.

>"Well? Or have you changed your mind?" You shake your head, entering after her.

>Turning across the screen you find three beds. These ones weren't bunk beds, for once.

>Pinkie is eating icecream on her bed. By the tub. There's a few empty one's beside her.

>You are somewhat relieved that you did not bring Ditto along. He'd probably freak at the sight of Icecream. He was probably never going to be able to eat the stuff ever again.

>Blinkie has a stack of books beside her. She's reading one of them, but you can't make out what it is.

>Inkie jumps up into her bed, lying on her back. You notice the box from before on the foot of it.

>Wait, what? Those were Inkie's...?

>You push the thoughts back. You had to ask Pinkie about how she felt about Ditto. It was your sole objective.

>You realize you've been standing around looking off into space for a full minute now. Inkie snorts, raising an eyebrow at you.

>"Are all you 'humans' this absent minded? Didn't you have to ask Pinkie something?"

>Better get to it, then...

>You approach Pinkie's bed. She smiles up a you.

>"Hi! You hungry? I've got Icecream."

>You take a seat on the edge of her bed, facing her, [spoiler][/spoiler]"No thanks, Pinkie. Actually, I need to ask you about something really serious."

>She places the tub of icecream down, focusing onto you. Welp. Here goes.

 

"So uh, Pinkie. About Ditto..."

>Her eyes go wide as you mention him. She motions for you to shush, but it's too late.

>"Ditto? Sis, who's Ditto?"

>Inkie blinks. "Isn't he that Changeling soldier?" She rolls over, watching you from the edge of her bed. Blinkie hops over, joining her.

>Oh boy, here we go.

>You look to Pinkie, then to her sisters. Inkie seemed mildly interested, though probably not for a good reason.

>Pinkie sighs, shooting you a harsh look. That was new...

>"Awhile back Ditto and I had a... One night stand. I didn't actually know it was him until after."

>Blinkie blushes slightly at this, a hoof silencing a gasp. Inkie's eyes go wide.

>"What!? That Changeling freak tricked you into having... That bastard!"

>Inkie jumps up, presumably to go pop a cap in Ditto's ass. Uh...

>"Wait! Inkie! Hold on!" Pinkie jumps off of her bed, tackling her to keep her in place.

>Inkie obviously struggles, but eventually pinkie is able to hold her down. Pinkie's uncharacteristically upset frown probably helped.

>"Look, it wasn't his fault. I was the one who got him drunk and he had no idea what was going on. Changelings can't drink alcohol."

>Blinkie is still blushing. She slowly trots over to you, gaze drifting between you and her sisters.

>Inkie's universal frown deepens, "Hmph. Why was he even pestering you anyway?"

>Pinkie gets off of her, sighing, "How about I start from the beginning?"

 

>Twenty minutes later, Inkie and Blinkie now knew what the hell happened between Pinkie and Ditto.

>Inkie was still fuming, though now more at Pinkie than your changeling companion.

>"I still can't believe you would just have sex with him like that. It makes no sense; you didn't know who it even was!"

>Pinkie shrinks at her accusations. Blinkie also points out, "Plus he looked exactly like you. That's... kind of gross, sis."

>Pinkie rolls her eyes, "Well, it's just something I've always wanted to try..."

>Inkie shrugs, "Well now that you have, you two can cut down on the interactions. Those Changeling guys look disgusting anyway."

>Blinkie looks off, while Pinkie smiles nervously. Inkie narrows her eyes.

>"You don't seriously want to get into a relationship with that guy, do you?"

>Pinkie seems unsure. You look on from your perch. The trio had switched to Inkie's bed, probably because Inkie didn't like 'tall ape things.'

>"I... I well... He's really cute when he's smiling and stuff. And I would like to get to know him better. Then I'd decide and stuff." Blinkie seems satisfied at this answer, though you aren't sure with Inkie. Her expression almost never changes...

>Pinkie gives her siblings a sly grin, "Plus, just in case you're wondering, he's pretty big. If you... know what I mean."

>Inkie's stoic mask is replaced by a visage of disgust. Blinkie blushes again, looking downward.

>Yeah, well you got your answer. Time to bail before your jimmies get up and punch you in the face.

>Blinkie quietly states, "S-Size isn't everything you know... Skill matters too." Pinkie grabs her face, smiling deviously at her.

>"Oh trust me, sis, he's someth-"

"Yeah so anyway, I'm going to go now! Yes! Goodbye!"

>You get up and walk out as quickly as possible. You did /not/ need to know how 'skilled' Ditto was.

>Not at /THAT/

 

>Back in your room, Ditto waited patiently, sitting by his Queen. She's still absorbed in her TV shows; that puppy show was actually a multiple hour long pageant.

>Entering, Ditto immediately rushes over to you. His face is one of pure worry.

>Someone really digged the Pie, clearly.

>"Well? What did she say? Tell me! As your commander, I demand it!"

>You push him out of your face, [spoiler][/spoiler]"She wants to get to know you better."

>Ditto smiles giddily at your answers, "Wonderful! When shall we start?" You shrug, rolling your eyes.

"Uh, I don't know? Whenever you want, I guess."

>Ditto buzzes off to the door, but you catch him by his tail. Rainbro chuckles at this; she'd been caught the same way by Applejack countless times before.

"Now is definitely /not/ the time to say hi though. Especially considering what they are discussing..."

>Ditto raises an eyebrow at you as you release his stubby tail. "Oh? What are they talking about?"

>You point towards his lower half. "How big your dick is."

>You turn and walk to Chrysalis' bed, taking a seat beside her. She and Rainbro are both looking at you.

>Both are holding in laughs. Ditto slowly glances towards his crotch. He blinks.

>"Am I really that big a stallion, Anonymous?"

"I haven't seen enough dicks to really judge, Ditto."

>Chrysalis laughs, "He's not, Anon. Trust me."

>Your pokerface phase shields activate, but your jimmies take a direct hit.

>You slowly turn to face the Changeling Queen.

"Do you have some sort of harem in Alpha Hive that I wasn't told about or something?"

 

>Rainbro laughs so hard she actually falls over. Chrysalis' face is a mix of fury and massive embarassment.

>Ditto frowns at your comment, crossing his forelegs.

>Rainbro calms down, getting back up, "Let me guess, Chrys, you /do/ have one, don't you!"

>She glares at her, "No! I do not!"

>Rainbro flinches slightly from her outburst, but her grin holds, "Then why are you so frustrated?"

>Chrysalis looks away from her. You place a hand on her shoulder, looking into her green eyes. Rainbro laughs, "Come on bro, there's no need to be upset."

"You hungry? I could get you something if you'd like."

>She blinks, confused at your question, like you had hoped. She considers your offer.

>"I suppose I could eat something... Though I figured I'd just eat some of happiness that's floating about."

"Meh. Let's get some tangible food."

>You get up, taking one of her hooves by a hole inside it. You pull slightly and she rises. You realize she shudders at your touch.

"You okay?"

>She nods quickly, "Don't touch those. They are sensitive."

>Oh boy! Erogenous zones!

>You nod and head out. Ditto takes your spot on the bed, Rainbro flying down beside him where Chrysalis was.

>"Cool show, eh Ditto?" He grunts, unimpressed. "Yeah, I know how you feel. Let's watch something else." She snatches the remote and begins surfing.

>Chrysalis rolls her eyes, looking back at them, "I'm watching my show again when I get back, so don't get comfy." Rainbro chuckles.

>"Whatever you say, Queen Chrysalis."

 

>Downstairs you quickly located the kitchen. Inside was Sue, who was cooking something. You aren't sure what, actually. Time to find out!

>She pauses as you enter her domain. Slowly she turns to face you and Chrysalis. You wave slightly.

"Uh hi there, Mrs. Pie. What are you cooking?"

>She frowns at you, "Dinner. Are you already hungry? It'll be a while."

>You smile sheepishly at her, Chrysalis shaking her head.

>"If you really need to eat, there's some fruit in the fridge."

>You nod, heading for the fridge. Inside are indeed some fruit, a few jars of pickled goods as well as a number of other products.

>You grab a pair of oranges. Or at least you think they are oranges. All those fruits look the same, really. You turn back to Mrs. Pie, who's taken a seat in a chair while her pots boil.

"Thank you."

>She yawns, "Mhm. Your welcome."

>She leans back, frowning. She gazes off towards a picture on the wall. You glance towards it.

>A picture of Pinkie, Inkie, Blinkie, herself, and Clyde. The siblings are much smaller. Pinkie even had straight hair.

>Chrysalis notices that. "I never knew Pinkie had straight hair..."

>Sue nods, "Oh yes. She only changed it after it got messed up back when she got her cutie mark. It looked rather ridiculous back when she was little." She chuckles bitterly, "The lack of a local barber didn't really help the issue."

>You nod, agreeing. Without any upkeep, such a bug puff of hair would be... an interesting sight.

"Well, thanks again. Whatever you're making, it smells good. Can't wait to try it."

>She smiles at you, though it seems a bit forced, "I'll let you all know when it'd done."

 

>Chrysalis seems inclined to chat on the way back

>"Did you notice anything strange about Sue, Anon?" You look back at her questioningly,

"Eh? No, she seems alright. Why?"

>Chrysalis looks off, "I could taste a good deal of sorrow off of her. Something is troubling her. And I think Pinkie might be the cause."

"Pinkie? You think Pinkie did something to Sue?"

>She shakes her head quickly, "No no, not like that." She sighs, "Well... Maybe. I'm not really sure."

>Hm. Pinkie wouldn't ever actually try to hurt anyone; at least not on purpose. You feel oblidged to figure out what happened.

>But it's not really your business; You don't want to pry.

>If she brought it up, then you'd go into it. For now, oranges.

>As you walk upstairs, you spot Applejack talking to Rarity in the hall. She glances at you, but otherwise remains in her conversation.

>That is, until she sees the oranges you are holding. She snorts disapprovingly.

"What? Don't like oranges Applejack? I figured, since you /are/ orange, that you'd love 'em."

>You roll your eyes at her. "uh, Well darling, I best be off. Fluttershy is probably wondering where I'm hiding..."

>Applejack nods, turning to face you as Rarity trots away.

>"For yer information, Anon, I don't eat citrus fruits. Most ponies don't; ya can't exactly peel 'em if ya ain't a unicorn."

>Chrys smirks, horn aglow. What was she up too?

 

>The answer came when her orange (the bigger one, of course.) floated over to her. The peel undid itself, and she split the fruit in half.

>One have floated over to Applejack. She looked at it scrutinizingly.

>"Well? Eat it. I'm not going to hold it forever."

>She sniffs the floating fruit. It's redder than you remember oranges being. Blood orange perhaps?

>Applejack sighs, and takes the fruit in here mouth, chewing it up. Some juice squirts out of her mouth as she does.

>She swallows. A soft smile. "Well... That wasn't too bad. Ah didn't know they had oranges like that."

>You nod slowly, [spoiler][/spoiler]"Uh... Yeah."

>"Maybe ah'll get one of those peeler whatsits when we get back to Ponyville." She shrugs, turning to Chrysalis, "Ah suppose ah should thank ya."

>Chrysalis smirks, "Your very welcome, Applejack. And don't worry, I won't tell your family of this treason."

>You laugh at her joke, Applejack rolling her eyes, "Yeah, whatever." She walks off to her room (the one that had the box. Poor thing.)

>You push your orange fruit into Chrysalis face. She frowns at you, "What?"

"Peel it. You do it much faster."

>She glares at you, complying. "I am not a tool for your enjoyment, Anonymous."

"If you say so, Chrysalis."

 

>Back in your room was not the sight you expected. Rainbro had somehow produced a bottle of scotch (probably took one of yours. God damnit.) and was enjoying her show.

>Ditto was looking off somewhere. He had his own bottle. It was about half gone.

>Oh great. He's drunk.

>Again.

"Rainbow? Why is Ditto drunk?"

>You pause, eating a segment of your orange. You cringe. This is not an orange. It's a grapefruit.

>You glance to the TV. A show about some pony housewives and their dramatic lives. Oh goody.

"And what the fuck are you watching."

>Ditto glares at you, "Silence! The mares are speaking!"

>He points to the TV screen in explanation. Yeah, okay bro.

>You walk up to him, attempting to liberate the bottle he held within his hooves (somehow)

>His grip holds steady, him growling at you. Rainbro chuckles, "Ditto, why are you so funny?"

"Ditto, give me the bottle. You've had enough."

>His horn lights up, his magic pushing you back away.

>"Fuck you! I do what I want!"

>He hops over Dash, hiding underneath your bed. Bitch, are you for real?

"Ditto, get out from under my bed. That's not funny."

>He repeats his declaration of defiance. Chrysalis watches on in awe. You turn to her.

>"I had no idea he was so... combative while under the influence..."

"We're lucky he wasn't plowing Rainbow Dash when we got in here."

>Rainbro laughs, "Don't be silly Anon. I'm not doing anypony anytime soon."

>She smiles stupidly at you. Fucking drunk mares.

 

>Soon enough, it was time for dinner. Inkie and Clyde were absent for whatever reason. Blinkie said Clyde ate on a different schedule, and Inkie ate in her 'control room.'

>Whatever that was, you didn't care. Time for food!

>Sue had thrown together quite the platter. All sorts of vegetables and grains. It was very filling; you didn't even finish the plate she gave you.

>You felt a bit embarassed that Pinkie managed to eat four times as much as you. Or even Chrysalis. Where did she even put all of it?

>Regardless, dinner was done. Sue had retreated to the living room. Apparently she knits there.

>You sat back in your chair. Applejack had offered to help Blinkie clean up, which was good on two parts.

>First, since she'd be using the kitchen to cook tommorrow, so she needed to know how it worked.

>Second, she wouldn't be around to pester you about stupid things. Only Fluttershy this time.

>And maybe Rarity. Her 'planned revenge' could be sprung at any time.

>As long as it didn't involve you losing your pants around AJ or FS, you were happy.

>...And now that you've thought that it was bound to happen.

>Whatever, time to...

>What exactly were you doing, anyhow? You glance about, then realize Chrysalis is talking to you.

>"...And thus we she should investigate. Something is ahoof."

>Ditto who had sobered up somewhat nodded, "Mm, yes. The Queen is right. Inkie is plotting our downfall, and must be brought to justice.

>Pinkie was sitting right beside him in the same chair, arms around the officer. "Ooh! Can I come? I love bringing justice!"

>You shrug. What could possibl-

>Actually no, don't think that. A lot of things could go wrong.

 

>Unfortunately (or luckily), the so called 'Control Room' evaded your crew. You even asked Sue where it was, but she refused. Classified information, apparently.

>Was the pie family this really spied on that often by rival mining companies? As far as you could tell, there was only the four of them here. How much ore could they possibly mine?

>So, you eventually returned to your room. Sitting back on your bed, you stretch out your arms. Ahhh... That's the stuff.

>You figure you may as well get ready for bed. Pinkie had kept talking about the "awesome bathrooms" they had.

>Though she was telling Ditto about these, and kept asking as well when he planned on having a shower. Ditto said he didn't smell, and saw no reason to bathe until he did.

>If only everyone shared his ideals. Pinkie was pretty disappointed.

>Grabbing some extra clothes, you head towards the bathroom. You'd keep it quick; there were a number of p0nies who also needed to do whatever.

>You spot Rarity walk by as you enter. She nods at you, but you share no words.

>You lock the door, and get undressed. The shower was definitely big, that much you knew.

>...In fact, you realize the shower alone is as big as your entire bathroom back home.

>Kind of disheartening really. Clyde was rolling in dough. Perhaps you'd play poker with him later.

>You chuckle at your joke, getting into the shower. You turn on the water, the stream's noise clearing your mind.

>You didn't even notice the blue glow unlock the door, or Fluttershy walk within.

 

>Showers have become rather mechanical to you. It's all the same stuff.

>And always that spot on your back you can never reach. You sigh, looking for a scrubber, but you fail to locate one.

>However a soft scrubbing hits where you were aiming for, so who cares.

"Ah... Thanks."

>You reach for the shampoo bottle, but stop. Who the fuck was washing your back.

>You slowly turn your head to see who's behind you.

>Fluttershy stood, smiling up at you, the scrubber from before planted snuggly in her crotch. Oh for fucks sake...

>Alright, remain calm. You can fix this.

"Fluttershy. What in the hell are you doing in here?"

>She smiles cutely rubbing herself. Ugh. "Oh, well, Rarity said you would need help getting cleaned up, and she let me in."

>Rarity. The fiend!

"Yeah uh. Right."

>Fluttershy moans softly from her stimulation. You couldn't even describe how rustled you were.

>Code Applejack was nothing. This was Code Drunk Chrysalis, at least.

>Fluttershy waddles over, trying to get a look at your master sword. Nope.avi

"Well, thanks for the help, Fluttershy. How about you get out now? Make sure to lock the door on your way out."

>"Oh, but Anon, I'm still not clean. Wash my back?"

>She turns around, getting on all fours. Her wgins splayed out she showed you her back. And then some.

>Yeah, guess you aren't getting clean tonight. You cut the water flow, grabbing a towel. You put it around you and walk out.

 

>Fluttershy blinks, following you out of the shower. She's pretty soaked, despite not being right in the water's flow.

>"Anon? Wait Anon! What about my back! I can't clean it on my own!" You turn to her, towel around your waist.

"Fluttershy, I don't want to have sex with you. Now get out of here."

>Fluttershy shrinks back under your harsh tones. She sighs, "Why don't you like me, Anon? Is it my hair?" She sighs, "It's my hair, isn't it. It's too long. I'm sorry..."

>She flutters off, but stops, landing at the door.

>"Actually, I uh... Need the bathroom." You sigh, exasperated.

"Not my problem." You nudge her out, and close the door. You quickly get dressed and leave.

>She's really holding it in. Hopefully she wouldn't try /that/ fetish on you. Because heads would roll if she did.

>And probably not just hers.

>You return to your room, stressed as fuck. You walk past Chrysalis, who is watching more stupid cartoons. You grab remote and turn off the TV.

>"Hey! Anonymous, I was watching that!"

"Go to bed, Chrysalis."

>She glares at you, getting up slightly, "No! I must know what happens to Little Bear and Owl!"

>You shake your head, [spoiler][/spoiler]"Both of them are eaten by Gryphon berserkers. Now, go to bed. We have work to do tomorrow.

>She gasps at your answer, but your fucks were MIA. You fall onto your bed and quickly fall into the land of sleep.

>You quickly build a line of turrets; Fluttershy wasn't getting in here tonight.

 

>You awoke the next day with pesky morning wood. You contemplated what to do with it.

>Perhaps if you ignore it, it will go away. Yes, that's an idea.

>You glance to the bed across from you. Chrysalis was asleep still. Quietly, you get out of bed, heading for the door.

>The many halls of the Pie family manor were almost creepy in the early morning. No one was around to talk too. It was far too quiet for your liking.

>You enter the kitchen, perhaps to find Sue. She is not there.

>Somep0ny had to be awake. This was a farm. You glance to a nearby clock. 6:32 am.

>You do a double take. You haven't been that early in years.

>Whatever, you guess. You are up, and that's what matters. Not like you could go back to sleep. The colonel downstairs seemed unable to return to ease.

>You try the living room, and find Sue sitting in an armchair. She's breathing slowly, a blanket she was apparently knitting on top of her. She sighs.

"Good morning, Mrs. Pie."

>She jumps a little at your voice. She turns to you. You give her an apologetic look; you didn't mean to freak the poor thing out.

>"Uh... Good morning, Anon." She yawns, gathering up the blanket into her lap. She notices your morning wood.

>"You alright down there?"

>Flustered you nod, [spoiler][/spoiler]"Yes! I'm fine! What are you doing up so early?"

>She glances off, "It's not that early, Anon. I'm actually pretty late."

>She sighs again, getting up. She trots past you, but stops.

>"You should probably take care of that 'problem,' Anon." You nod slowly.

 

>Some hours later, the Ponyville crew had gathered up in the living room. Clyde and Blinkie were in the 'southern field' harvest rocks, and would be doing so all day.

>So you'd need to set up, and quickly.

>The only issue would be Inkie, who was as Pinkie put it, 'Watching everything'

>Whatever, you were cooking.

>Rarity and Fluttershy, with Spike and Ditto's help, would decorate. Twilight and Rainbro would come up with entertainment, as previously mentioned.

>Pinkie was going to help with Clyde and Blinkie, keeping them out of our hair while everyone set up.

>And here you were. By legal contract, Chrysalis was also here to lend a hoof. Or horn. Her magic would be a nice aid.

>Applejack sighed, looking around the various cupboards. There wasn't as much as she hoped for.

>"Well ah reckon we can throw together a simple cake. Anon, Chrys, y'all get started on the icing. I'll make a base."

>You nod, getting to it. Chrysalis ultimately just stood around a lot; her cooking knowledge was pretty much nonexistant.

>Eventually though, you had put together a fantastic orange colored vanilla cake.

 

>Time went by. Stones were mined. And Inkie's had spied.

>But the moment had finally come. The Party was about to begin.

>Clyde was... surprised when he came in. At least somewhat. His expression notably did not change much.

>However, once Pinkie had gotten everything going, he warmed up substantially. He even smiled a few times.

>You sit back in a chair, an empty plate of cake in hand. That shit was good.

>Across from you was Ditto, Pinkie and of course, the loyal Rainbro. Fluttershy had kept her distance the whole time.

>Even when you erm, 'danced.' Chrysalis at least was even worse, keeping the p0nies eyes off of you.

>Well, except Rainbro. She glances at you, giggling a bit more. You give her your best 'fuck your shit' face, but your smile ruins it.

>Pinkie is ranting on to Ditto about something. Probably more /interesting/ facts about herself.

>"But anyhow, enough about me, Ditto! How about you tell me about /you/!"

>He raises an eyebrow at her, "About me? Eh... What exactly do you want to know?"

>"Ooh! What's your favorite kind of Pie?"

>You swear if he says cream...

>"Uh... Pinkie?" She giggles at this. Blinkie who was walking by blushes and walks off even faster.

>Rainbro bursts into laughter at his pitiful response. Even you chuckle. Everything went better than expected.

>"Well, okay, well... Where are you from? I'm from here, obviously, though you know already that I live in Ponyville!"

>Ditto nods, "Well, I originate from the Beta hive's military segment. I was trained as a soldier, rising through the ranks. Eventually, my commander, Wesker, was defeated, and I replaced him."

>Pinkie nods slowly, "Oh. I figured you'd have more history than that..."

>"Would you like me to list the battles I have taken part in?"

>Pinkie shrugged, "Oki doki loki!"

 

>My god, that took forever. But he did it.

>Every. Fucking. Battle. You sigh, this guy was a veteran alright.

>"And that is my military history, thus far." Even Pinkie is a bit weirded out at it.

>Rainbro had left halfway through to go "rip off her ears." Ditto had apparently seen somep0ny do it before, and didn't mind her departure at all.

>Pinkie was grossed out by that one. Heh.

>"Uh... Huh. Well that's... Interesting." She looks about, "I think I need to go dance with Inkie. Yes. Definately."

>She bounces off towards her sister, bumping into her. Inkie glares at her while Pinkie begins to do absolutely insane break dance moves in front of her.

>You turn to Ditto, half smiling.

"Jeez, Ditto. You managed to scare off even Pinkie Pie. Congratulations."

>He blinks at this, "I did? Hm. I do not think that is a good thing."

"No Ditto. It's not. What gave you that idea?"

>"It is most difficult to perform coitus at such large distances." He turns to Pinkie, hoof on chin.

>"But not impossible."

>You give him a horrified look. You slowly get up, heading for your room. Blinkie stops you.

>"Anonymous? You going up early?"

>You nod. Slowly.

"I have heard things no man should hear. It is time to rest."

 

>Blinkie leads you upstairs to your room. She comes in with you, resting on Chrysalis bed.

>She looks over to you, smiling softly.

>"So, you guys are heading back to Ponyville tommorrow, right?" You nod.

>She looks off towards the window. You hadn't given it much mind. The view wasn't exactly great.

>"Well uh... I guess that's it, then." She sighs, looking downward.

"Something tells me you want us to stay?"

>Blinkie can't meet your gaze. "Well. Maybe just Pinkie. Mom misses her and stuff. Plus that Ditto guy seems kind of... cool. I guess."

>...You really hoped she wasn't going where you thought she was going with that.

"He's alright. A real trooper."

>She nods, "Mhm. I figured." She glances up at the ceiling, but an idea comes to her.

>"You think I could get like, your address, or something? To stay in touch?" She smiles brightly at you. You can't bring yourself to refuse.

"Uh... I guess. You got something to-"

>She pulls out a quill, ink, and paper out of nowhere, tossing them to you.

>Good thing the Ink bottle wasn't open. If that shit got on your white shirt, you'd find yourself with a brand new leather jacket to replace it.

>You jot the mailing info down. Thinking it over, you realize it might not be so bad.

>Blinkie wasn't as... Pinkie as her sister. She also wasn't hostile towards all organic life forms like Inkie.

>You pass the sheet to her. Welp. No going back now.

 

>The ride back to p0nyville was rather uneventful. It was actually a very boring day.

>You had considered getting Chrys drunk again just to see what she'd pull, but you doubted your jimmies could handle any more rustling.

>Getting off the train finally, you stretch your arms a bit. You take a note to not sit so still for so long. You look down in front of you.

>Lyra.

"Oh hi Lyra. What's up?"

>Her grin is unnerving. "Guess what I got, Anon!" Heh. You could use a cheap laugh.

"What, Lyra? Show us."

>Your typical legion of Chrysalis, Ditto, Rainbro and Pinkie gather around. Lyra's smile weakens slightly. She raises up a hoof.

>She's wearing a big, foam, hand. Like the foam fingers, but it's a hand.

>"Check it out Anon! I've got a hand!" You laugh sarcastically.

"Wonderful. How's Bonbon liking it?"

>She pales at her girlfriend's mention. Chrysalis chuckles as she attempts to give an answer.

"Don't tell me you're keeping it all to yourself, Lyra. That's not very nice."

>You cross your arms disapprovingly. Rainbro can't contain her laughter any longer.

"You should go home right now, and show her the might of the human hand."

>Lyra nods quickly, "Yes! I will! Thanks!"

>She gallops off towards her home. You shake your head, smiling.

>Everything was back to normal.