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Anon and Chrysalis Ch 11

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The Marvellous Mishaps of Anon and Chrysalis:
Chapter 11: Everybody hates Nympha AKA Anon will never have sex in this story
>It was a bright and sunny day in the town of Ponyville.
>Queen Chrysalis, absolute monarch of the Changeling Swarm reclines on a couch in her friend Anonymous’ home. No one is home besides her right now.
>She lets out of soft yawn, stretching out her legs as the commercial break ends. She smiles; this episode of ‘My Little Molly’ had proven itself quite good.
>She laughs as more antics occur in her program. She’s so caught up in the display that she doesn’t hear the soft trotting approaching her.
>”Having fun, dear?” Chrysalis blinks, slowly turning her head to the source of the sound. She sees most likely the last thing she expects.
>”Mother? What are you doing here?” Her mother laughs, her deep voice echoing in the empty house.
>She walks by her daughter, taking a seat beside her, “Well, you said you were staying with some ‘Anonymous’ colt. I figured I’d see just who this Pony is...”
>Chrysalis pales slightly, nodding. Her mother chuckles, “Ha... Considering how hard you’ve been trying to keep me in the dark, he must be /very/ good.”
>Chrysalis groans, “We aren’t in... Never mind.” She sighs, trying to focus on her show.
>Her mother’s questions would not make it easy...
>You smiles as you pass the last bit to the merchant. Finally, the chores are done.
>You pick up your bag of goods and begin the trek back home. Rainbro flies beside you the entire time.
>It was funny, actually; having been turned into a Pony made your regular poker buddies more confident that they could defeat you in battle.
>They had been proven wrong; all the bits in your bank account were proof of that much.
>”So, Anon, I notice you’ve got a few new things this time. Doing some experimentation?”
>You nod. You have indeed bought a number of goods you usually wouldn’t. You figure since you are so good at making Egg sandwiches, why not become a master of omelettes and other eggtastic meals?
>Chrysalis would love whatever you made with eggs. It’s definitely her favourite food.
>You make your way out of the market center.
>You had even reluctantly bought apples from Applejack. Normally you’d wait until Big Macintosh was selling to get those.
>You smile, happy that Applejack’s word had held true.
>Now if only you could get rid of Fluttershy. The blasted mayor had only given her a week of community service despite poisoning a number of foreign dignitaries. Typical.
>As you walk down the road to your home, you spot Derpy delivering letters. She waves, flapping over to you.
>”Hi Anonymous!”
“Hey Derpy. How’s the route going so far?”
>She smiles brightly, “Good! Lots of mail this week!” She smiles, but starts, “Oh right!”
>She reaches into her mailbag, pulling out a letter. She hoofs to you. Another one from Blinkie. You’d need to read this later.
“Thank you Derpy. Well, guess we’ll see you later?”
>She nods, “Dinky and I will be back a bit late though! Anyway, gotta fly! Bye Anon!”
>She flies off, grinning happily. Leave it to Derpy to brighten up your day.
>Though unlike Pinkie, it probably isn’t an intentional thing. Derpy delivers mail, not smiles.
>You continue on your merry way, reaching [spoiler]DATA EXPUNGED[/spoiler] street where your home lies. As you get closer though, you notice an issue.
>A number of issues.
>For one, there’s a crowd standing around your house.
>While when you were new in Equestria and thus oddity to behold this was common, you had been here well over a year. Why would the ponies of Ponyville see fit to crowd around your house now?
>As you push through the crowd, you soon get your answer.
>A very large group of Change Marines are surrounding pretty much every inch of your property. There’s even a few loitering on the roof and buzzing in circles. They all wore very unique black armour.
>You can think of one changeling commander who will be getting his shit wrecked in short order.
>You walk to the door but are stopped by the guards, “Halt!”
“This is my fucking house. Move.”
>One of them glares dangerously at you, “None shall enter this build-“
>”No wait a second; this is the human the Queen mentioned. He is allowed inside.”
>You smile. Someone finally respected your authority.
>The first one nods, moving out of your way. You move inside to your door, Rainbro right behind.
>Once inside, you quickly dump your groceries on the counter.
>You had a changeling to yell at.
>You enter your living room, spotting Ditto. He’s reading a book that Twilight gave him some time before.
>You grunt, approaching him angrily. He turns to you, face expressionless.
>”Greetings Anonymous. I see you have returned from your shopping.”
“Yep. Care to explain all the fucking Marines? I run into them once and now they're fucking everywhere, everyday.”
>Ditto shrugs, “I suppose they like you. I cannot explain it.”
“Yeah well you /can/ get rid of them. Do that, will you? I’d like to be able to relax without half of Ponyville outside my fucking door.”
>Ditto sighs, shaking his head, “I am sorry, but I cannot get rid of these ones. Outside my jurisdiction.”
>You roll your eyes, taking a seat in your mighty throne of kings. Rainbro takes a seat on your couch where Chrysalis normally sits.
“You are Ditto, supreme commander of the unified Changeling armed forces.”
>Ditto nods, “That is correct.”
“And you expect me to believe that you cannot tell a bunch of Change Marines to return to their fucking base?”
>He nods once more, “Correct.”
>Bitch, are you for real?
>”These Change marines are the black guard. They report directly to the royal family. I can’t make them leave.”
>Rainbro nods, “Alright, well where’s Chrys at then? She can get rid of them, no problem.”
>Ditto looks away from your gaze, “She is currently in her quarters. However she’s in an important-“
“Thanks.”
>You get up, not even letting him finish. You had a Queen to yell at.
>Ditto moves to try and stop you, but your faithful Rainbro cockblocks him at every turn. What a bro.
>You head upstairs, about to wreck some shit. Bitches don’t know about your mad.
>Turning the corner you can make out a number of voices from Chrysalis’ ‘royal quarters.’ They were about to have an unexpected intervention.
>You reach the doorway, the voices now somewhat clearer. You slam the door open.
>You walk in, arms crossed in your best ‘I am disappoint’ look.
>Chrysalis stares at you, furious. However one of her companion’s manages to speak before she does,
>”So this is Anonymous then? Hm. Not one for manners, is he?”
>Chrysalis groans, “No. No he’s not.”
>You look to Chrysalis’ side, spotting a pair of Changeling Queens.
>This should be good...
“Manners can wait until these ‘Black Guard’ are gone. Chrysalis, get rid of them?”
>She rolls her eyes, “Why does it even matter, Anonymous? They aren’t causing trouble.” She pauses, glancing toward to the bigger Queen, “Right?”
“They’ve attracted a rather massive crowd outside. They also seemed keen to not let me inside my own house.”
>The big Queen grunts, “Not my fault if you look suspicious. You aren’t exactly a common sight.”
>You roll your eyes. Great, this again.
“And who’s your friend, Chrysalis? Queen Cheddar?”
>Both Chrysalis and the big Queen give you a death glare. Normal beings would probably shit themselves at the sight.
>But you are Anonymous. You aren’t afraid of a bunch of angry, mind control capable insect ponies.
>...Now that you’ve thought it through, you should probably not go out of your way to piss them off.
>”For your information, Anonymous, this is my mother, Cocoona. You would do well to show some respect!” You shrug. Well excuuuse me, princess.
>You glance towards the big Queen, [spoiler][/spoiler]“Well, nice to meet you, I suppose. Still, get rid of the guard things. I’d prefer if all my home’s inhabitants are able to get in without issue.”
>The boisterous queen stands, grunting. “Fine.” As she walks past you take a note of her appearance. She looks a great deal different from Chrysalis.
>For one, she’s huge. And not huge as in tall, huge as in fat. Chrysalis and her mother were pretty much polar opposites.
>You turn to the other Changeling. This one is significantly smaller than Chrysalis or her mother.
>In fact, she seems to be not even grown up. You silent pray this is not a child Chrysalis’ had without telling you. That would be...
>Pretty bad. Especially since that’d mean her mother is probably dumping her here. Your house seriously could not hold anymore fucking ponies.
>Even with the miners making you more rooms underground, you couldn’t keep this up. Five was way too much already.
>You point to her, [spoiler][/spoiler]”So, who’s this one?”
>She smiles, “I’m Princess Nympha!” She giggles, “Nice to meet you ‘Anon!’”
>You grunt. She best not be trashing your name. You’ll throw your monocle at her. This thing can cut glass (with some effort.)
>Chrysalis lets out an exasperated sigh, “That’s right. She’s my younger sister.” She knocks her on the head, “She’s also a spoiled brat who thinks she is better than me. As you can tell, she is not.”
>Is that a fact?
“I don’t know Chrysalis, she looks much better than you do. Probably has stronger magic too.”
>Nympha bursts out laughing while Chrysalis gives you another glare. You liked this sister of hers already.
>Some time later you sit back in your living room. Cocoona has by now dismissed her Black Guard, which apparently follow her around to protect her from danger.
>You find it hard to believe a massive changeling Queen would have a lot of threats, but whatever. They are gone and that’s what matters.
>Chrysalis had taken back her usual spot, Rainbro beside her, followed by Nympha, her mother and Ditto on the end. If it was a tight squeeze before, now it was insane.
“So, what are you guys here for? Just dropping by to visit?”
>Cocoona grunts, “I’m here to see what my daughter’s consort is like. Though apparently you aren’t it?”
>You nod quickly. You would never be Chrysalis’ consort. Never ever ever. Ever.
>She grunts, “Hmph.” Her horn glows a dark greenish color. She looks over you, inspecting. You aren’t sure you like the spell she’s casting. Rainbro sure doesn’t.
>”Good too. You wouldn’t be able to meet her needs anyhow.” Wait what?
“Excuse me?”
>She gestures to your crotch, her point being made clear. Both you and Chrysalis blush furiously. Nympha just laughs.
>After your anger subsided you began to tell the Ex-Queen and her spawn about Ponyville and the surrounding area.
>Apparently Cocoona didn’t get out of house much. She knew next to nothing about the town.
>”Hmph. This place seems pretty inconsequential. Why not live in Canterlot or an important city?”
>Rainbro rolls her eyes, “It’s not all about being in ‘major’ cities, you know. I for one don’t like big cities.”
>Cocoona shrugs, “You’re a peasant, ‘Dash.’ Your opinion doesn’t matter.” Rainbro fumes at her statement. You intervene before Rainbro tries to lunge at her,
“Well, if you think it’s so ‘inconsequential,’ why don’t you leave? Your daughter is fine under my care. You can go back to... Doing whatever it is Ex-Queens do.”
>Rainbro scoffs, “Which is probably eating lots of fatty foods.” Nympha glares at her.
>Cocoona grunts, getting up. “Not even going to defend your home? At least you know how futile it is. I suppose we shall go. Hmph.”
>This mare really likes bashing your hometown Anonymous. What are you gonna do about it?
“This place is great, I assure you. In fact, how about I show you around to prove it?”
>Cocoona grunts, uninterested. Nympha smiles though, “That’s better than sitting around here! Lead the way!”
>And so you did. Exiting your home, you lead your group of shape shifters down the city proper.
>There had been a few remnants of the earlier crowd, but Chrysalis and Ditto’s warning stares was more than able to dismiss them.
>You begin your trek through town. You make a note to show them Town hall and Tower (which had been rebuilt three weeks prior. It was even bigger than before.)
>Cocoona snorts as she observes the various houses from under her parasol. She also has pretty badass shades on. She mentioned something about not liking light, but you weren’t paying attention.
>”You ponies sure do like your... Colourful designs, don’t you.”
“I’m not a pony, but I suppose they do. Is there a problem with that?”
>She nods, “Yes.” You glance over to her, but she fails to elaborate. She really didn’t like you pony folk...
>Regardless, you approach the city center with the Town Hall. Both Nympha and Cocoona look up at it.
>Rainbro puts on a smug grin, “I helped put this thing together, you know.”
>Cocoona nods, “That explains all the structural faults.” She turns to you, “What’s next?”
“How about we go say hi to Mayor? I’m sure she’ll be happy to see such an important pony.”
>She grunts, “We’ll see,” then trots towards the building. You follow suit.
>Inside is what one would expect from a Town Hall.
>There’s a secretary doing mundane tasks at a desk, a bunch of mailboxes for town staff and some other random constructs. You can spot the Mayor talking with Sarah Neighlin about something.
>Considering how miffed the Mayor looks, Sarah probably put too much sugar in her coffee again.
>You find it miraculous this town runs at all. The Mayor is clearly a moron.
>It’s not to say you’d be better at running the place; just that the current Mayor is bad. The fact she kept getting re-elected didn’t help. Mayor for life indeed.
>Cocoona looks over to you, Nympha taking her usual spot beside her. She’s grinning deviously for whatever reason. Cocoona speaks, “Well, Anonymous? Where is this so called ‘Mayor’?”
>The Mayor, ever observant, looks over at her mention. Sarah backs off a bit as the Mayor trots over. “Greetings ma’am. I’m the Mayor of Ponyville; how can I be of service?” She gives her usual Mayor smile.
>Cocoona grunts, “I am Cocoona, mighty founder of the Changeling Swarm. This one,” She points to you, “says you’d want to see an important pony to pay your respects.”
>You groan slightly. She’s twisting your words for her own benefit.
>The mayor starts as she learns who the being before her is. At least she didn’t run off screaming at the site of a changeling. Chrysalis had not been amused that time.
>The Mayor looks into various ways to appease the Changeling noble before her.
>At least she isn’t demanding sexual favours or some disturbing nonsense like that. She eventually settles on a photo being taken of her and placed in a Ponyville hall of fame of sorts.
>Luckily she doesn’t ask to be placed above Celestia and Luna. That would be bad.
>You stand in the foyer, waiting on Cocoona. However you notice a member of your group has gone missing.
“Where’s Nympha?”
>Everyone looks about for the little Princess, but she has disappeared. Fuck.
>”Hmph. Well done, Anonymous. You’ve clearly proven yourself a /wonderful/ tour guide.”
>Ignoring Cocoona’s insults, you look outside. Luckily, Nympha has not gotten far.
>She’s talking to a stallion outside. Flirting, perhaps?
>You begin to approach the pair, Rainbro, Ditto and the rest right behind you.
>You stop however, when you realize who she’s talking too.
>Cocoona grunts as she spots the pair, “And who is /that?/”
>Snowflake. Roid Rage. The Bench Presser.
>You set your jimmies DEFCON to 1 and then approach them. Here goes nothing...
>You hold up a hand to stop your group from following you,
“I’ll get her. This will only take a second.”
>Cocoona snorts, turning to Ditto. He meets her gaze, “When he fails, get my daughter.”
>Yeah okay lady. You approach the duo, catching some of Nympha’s... Interesting banter.
>”...You have such big legs... How’d you managed to get so strong?” She flutters her eyes at him.
>Roid Rage smiles, though only because she asked about fitness, “A balanced diet with extra protein mixed with an intense workout regime can turn any pony into a lean, mean, benching machine!”
>She giggles, “Oh my. Do you think you could show me this ‘workout regime’ sometime?” She rubs a hoof down a foreleg, which Roid Rage brings up into a flex.
>”Certainly! I run Equestria’s greatest fitness and training center, just down Saddle Street! Stop buy anytime!” She gives him a sly smile. You’re almost too them,
>”That sounds /wonderful/ Mr. Snowflake. I’ll be sure to ‘give it a try.’” She winks at him. Roid Rage smiles, oblivious to her lewd suggestions.
>While his apparent steroid addiction is clearly fabricated, you get the feeling a pony so insanely buff is likely compensating for something.
“Hey, Nympha?”
>She turns to you, slightly surprised by your intrusion. She can’t tell from your express, but you are made of disappoint right now.
“There are other things in this place to see. Don’t want to miss them, do you?”
>Some grumbling later you are back on track in your tour.
>You approach the Ponyville market, the heart of all commerce in the city. On the way you run into Rose.
>She was never exactly fond of the Changelings. In fact, just about everything scared the shit out of her.
>She gulps nervously as she sees not just Chrysalis, but her family behind you.
>”Oh uh... Hello Anonymous! I see you have... new friends?” She smiles, shaking slightly.
>You nod, [spoiler][/spoiler]”Yeah. The two big ones are Chrysalis’ family.”
>She mimics your nod slowly, moving out of your way. You head on by.
>Unfortunately Nympha saw fit to chomp on a number of her roses. She swallows them, a smug smile on her face. “Those are pretty good...”
>Rainbro shoots her a cold look, “You realize those don’t belong to you, right?” Nympha shrugs, not caring.
>You continue on, reaching the market. Nothing Nympha’s previous actions, you ask her to come over to you. She complies eventually and when she reaches your position, you kneel to her level,
“Don’t take anything. Understood?”
>She grunts, “Hmph. You can’t stop me.”
>You could, indeed, stop her. By holding onto her mane the entire time. While you would normally grab her horn, you figure since it’s generally an intimate thing that you wouldn’t want to give her any ideas.
>Or enrage the mighty Cocoona. She’d probably tackle you and break every bone in your body.
>You wonder if Changelings have Sumo Wrestlers. She’d probably be pretty good, what with weighing easily 600 pounds and all that.
>You chuckle, though you refuse to elaborate on why when Chrysalis asks.
>You attempt to quickly pass through the produce section, but Applejack spots you from afar. She trots over.
>”Well Howdy Anonymous!” She eyes the newcomers suspiciously, “I see you’ve got new friends...”
>Cocoona lets out a cruel ‘Ha.’ “I would never associate myself with such a creature as him. He is simply trying to prove the worth of this little speck of a settlement.”
>Applejack glares at the Ex-Queen as she continues, “He is not doing a very good job.”
>Rainbro lands between the two, “Don’t mind miss fancy flank here. She wouldn’t know a nice place if it bit her in the-“
>Chrysalis bops Rainbro on the head, stopping her. She glares over at her, but Chrysalis’ stare wins out.
>”Well ah assure y’all that Ponyville is one of the nicest cities in all o’ Equestria.” She smiles at you, “Have fun on yer tour. I’ll be here if ya need me.”
>She heads back to her Apple stand. You personally doubt that you will need Applejack for anything in the near future.
>It’s strange. It seems Apples from Equestria take much longer to spoil than they do on Earth. Perhaps they used magic?
>Regardless, you continue on your merry way.
>On your way through Town you pass by the schoolhouse. A thought comes to you.
“One second, I need to check for something.”
>Cocoona rolls her eyes, “Don’t take too long. We might just fly away without you.”
>You inwardly chuckle. Like that tub of lard could get off the ground.
>You quickly head into the schoolyard. The various youngsters who learned at the school are out to recess. Just as planned.
>Soon enough you spot the Cutie Mark Crusaders sitting at a table. They seem to be planning something nefarious.
>Hopefully it wouldn’t be Cutie Mark Crusaders Super Villains. Ditto might take it the wrong way.
“Hey girls, whatcha up too?”
>They look over to you, smiling happily. Applebloom speaks first, “Hiya Anon! We’re just planning a few new crusades!” Right.
“You think I could borrow Sweetie Belle for a little?”
>Scootaloo shrugs, “Sure, go nuts.” You smile. All according to keikakku. [spoiler](Translator’s note: Keikakku means plan)[/spoiler]
>You take Sweetie Belle off over to a nearby tree and then look down at her. She’s still smiling cheerfully.
“So Sweetie Belle, you remember that Changeling transformation spell, right?”
>Sweetie Belle’s face immediately changes into a cold scowl, “No, I’m not casting it again.”
>...Perhaps they were trying Cutie Mark Crusaders Mind Readers?
“Why not?”
>She groans, “Because I was stuck as Diamond Tiara for a whole week! Never again, Anon! Never Again!
>Well then. That fucking sucked. And here you thought you might actually be able to impress Queen Cheddar. Oh well
“Well alright. Thanks anyway.”
>You head off, rejoining your group. Rainbro doesn’t seem particularly interested in what you were doing. Chrysalis, however...
>”Off to see your foal friends, I see. You can do that any other time, you realize.”
“Chrysalis, do me a favour: Shut up and follow.”
>Finally you arrive at Ponyville’s greatest monument; it’s tower.
>While due to your actions it had been destroyed some time ago, the new one is much better than the old.
>It’s even got a magically imbued display, which glows in the dark. You’d never have to worry about being late for that date again!
>You turn to Cocoona, who had been looking up at the tower for the last five minutes.
“Well? What do you think?”
>She grunts, unimpressed, “There’s a bigger one in Alpha Hive.”
>Oh for the love of... You know what? Never mind. Fuck her shit.
>”Is there anything else you want me to see, or are you finished wasting my time?”
“Yeah, I’m done.”
>You think to tell her off, but Chrysalis would rip out your everything if you did. You turn down the path, beginning the great trek back to your home.
>You take a step forward, tripping into a massive hole. You groan, rubbing your head.
>This wasn’t here a second ago...
>You hear your friends yell out in fear. Cocoona remains silent, but probably rolling her eyes at your ‘miserable failures.’
>”Anonymous! Are you injured?” You see Ditto pop his head over the side of the hole.
>You look yourself over before rising to your feet. You shake your head,
“Nope, I’m alright. Get me out?”
>”Wait! No!” A challenger appears?
>So see Fluttershy’s head over the edge of the hole, “One second, please.” She flies down, landing beside you.
>Oh boy. Another rape/fetish attempt. This should be good.
“Hello Fluttershy? Here for your daily dose of Anon’s fucks? Oh wait. I don’t give any.”
>She opens her mouth to say something, but she’s too slow,
“Ditto, get me out of here please.”
>He nods and then flies down with Rainbro you in the cave. They grab you and lift off before Fluttershy can even react.
>You land outside, thanking your companions. You turn to the royalty.
>Chrysalis has a worried expression, Nympha seems just shocked and Cocoona doesn’t even care. She speaks,
>”Do I even want to know?”
“No. You don’t.”
>You recline back in your armchair. Peace had returned to your comfy home.
>Well, relatively speaking. While Cocoona pretty much bailed on your group, Nympha seemed interested enough to stay.
>She even seems to be enjoying the same shows as her big sister. Seeing the two actually happy makes you feel a bit happy.
>Nympha is still a bitch, though. You are still debating whether Cocoona is worse, though. Seems likely.
>You yawn as the current cartoon ends. Silly Jail Jackals...
>You hear the door open up. Hm? Who could that be?
>You get up, heading to the door. You spot Derpy, who has her daughter on her back,
>”Hi Anonymous! How was your day?” You shrug,
“Meh. It was okay. Changeling Queens doing stuff.”
>She blinks, “Queens? As in more than one?”
>You gesture towards the living room,
“Why don’t you have a seat right over there?”
>You move back into your living room. While you had clearly pointed at your couch, Derpy took a seat on your lap once again.
>It’s strange though. If it were any other pony you’d be mad. You place a hand in Derpy’s mane, shaking it up. She giggles cutely.
>And so does Dinky. Chrysalis gives you a cold stare. You turn over to face her, smiling,
“What’s up Chrys? You jelly?”
>Unfortunately she was not aware of the term ‘jelly’ and it flies right over her head. She just shakes her head. Yeah, she’s jelly.
>Derpy looks over to Nympha, then back to you, still smiling, “Who’s that, Anonymous? I’ve never seen her here before.”
“That’s Nympha, Chrysalis’ younger sister. She and her mother are visiting for the day.”
>Nympha yawns, fluttering down to the floor from her seat. She trots over to you and your lap mates.
>Dinky smiles, “Hi Nymfa!”
>She frowns at Dinky’s failure to say her name, but doesn’t comment on it other than nodding. The Princess looks up to you, “So, Anonymous, I was hoping I could ask you a few things.”
>The look she’s giving you makes you justifiably uneasy, but you nod.
>Derpy and Dinky move to her previous seat on the couch before she starts with her survey,
>”So, Anonymous, how’d you end up meeting my sister anyway? Or Ditto for that matter?” Her wings buzz slightly as she floats up to your level. To your dismay she takes a seat on your chair’s right arm.
>Safe to say, it’s not exactly roomy.
“Well, she fell into my house after being sent flying by Shining Armor’s magical deflector spell. Ditto just showed up a bit later.”
>You shrug. That’s all there’s ever been to it.
>She frowns thinking it over, glancing between her sister and yourself a few times before she carries on.
>”Well, why’d you let her stay here? Last time I checked most ponies don’t really like changelings.” You chuckle,
“Well for one, I’m not a pony. Secondly, she broke a bunch of my stuff in her landing, so I kept her here with the goal of her fixing it all for me.”
>Chrysalis raises an eyebrow as you turn to her, having to lean over a good deal to see her from behind her sister.
“I’m still waiting for you to pay me back for this new TV, you know.”
>She lets out an exasperated sigh, muttering, “You humans and your debts...”
>Nympha giggles. It seems anything that can frustrate, annoy, or otherwise upset her sister makes her happy... And vice versa, for that matter.
“So, did you want to ask me anything else? Or will twenty questions end at two today?”
>Rainbro chuckles. Nympha turns back to you, “Well, since she’s paid you back, why is she still here? Do you have a thing for her or something?” You grunt,
“Not really, though I think she has one for me. Celestia wants her to stay here to learn about ‘the magic of friendship.’ So I’m stuck with her until further notice.”
>Chrysalis attempts to counter your accusations, but is too busy being flustered to do anything. Ditto remains silent.
>However, unlike your previous harassment, Nympha doesn’t seem as happy about her sister’s predicament this time. You raise an eyebrow at her before she continues,
>”I personally doubt my sister could have any feelings for you, Anonymous. She’s not that kind of pony.”
“I’m just going with what I know.”
>”Well I know better. She /is/ my sister, after all.” He places a hoof onto her chest to emphasize her point. Whatever.
>You knew Chrysalis is at least partially interested. Unfortunately for her, the feelings aren’t mutual.
>Much later, after a fantastical dinner of spaghetti (though no meatballs. No points for guessing why) you decide to head off to bed. You open up your one and unfortunately, only, bathroom to clean up a bit.
>Derpy is inside, brushing her teeth. Pony toothbrushes you learned are quite big indeed. Well the handles are. You had gotten used to it ages ago.
>They still got the job done, though, so whatever. You walk up beside her and grab your toothbrush. Yours is a wonderful gold color and thus stands out to Derpy’s pink, Dinky’s cyan, Chrysalis’ green and Ditto’s... Wait.
>No, he doesn’t have a toothbrush up here. You make a note to avoid smelling his breathe pre-emptively until you learn how he keeps his mouth in tip top shape.
“Going to bed, then?”
>Derpy nods as you reach for the toothpaste. You had read before arriving that ancient toothpastes were made with urine. Luckily, the ponies of Equestria had developed past that point.
>You squeeze some out and initiate the brushing cycle. Five minutes later you’re done. You look over to Derpy, who has waited patiently for you to finish.
>Hm? What could this mean?
“Hey, Derpy? You wanted to ask something?”
>She nods, looking downward, “Yes.”
>Before she can continue, Chrysalis storms in. She gives you one look and says one word, “Out.”
>You roll your eyes, bending over and picking up Derpy. You walk out with her, a smug grin on your face. Chrysalis’ eye twitches just barely as you walk by her.
>The door closes magically behind you. A short stroll later you arrive in your room. You put Derpy down beside you on the side of the bed. You
“So, what’s up?”
>She shifts uneasily, rubbing a leg with it’s opposite’s hoof. “Well... Um... You know how Dinky and I have been staying here while my house gets fixed up?” You nod.
>”Well... do you think we could just stay here with you? At least for a bit longer?” You raise an eyebrow,
“Hm? Why though? Your house will be fixed up in a few days and you’ll be able to go home.”
>She doesn’t meet your gaze, “Yes but...” She sighs.
>”I can’t really afford to live there.” You blink.
>What does she mean by that?
“What do you mean? Isn’t it your house? How can you not afford to live in your own house?”
>She shrinks away, “I...” She looks off toward the ceiling,
>”When I first bought the home, I could just barely pay to keep it... But with all the other expenses, you know, like hydro, power and stuff...”
“It’s become too much of a burden? Well, okay. So why don’t you try to make more money?”
>She looks down, her eyes looking at her fore hooves, “I’m not a very... dextrous pony Anon. I tend to break things. A lot.”
>A tear rolls down her far eye, though she tries to hide the fact, “So I usually can’t get much extra work and stuff...” She looks over to you.
>The fearful expression she wears obliterates your resolve. All your fucks have been given now,
>You pull the mare over to you,
“Well if you need a place to stay, then sure, my doors are open.”
>She wipes her face a bit, “Thank you...”
>You slept well that night, thoughts of happy Derpys flying through the sky.
>You feel good to know she’s safe and sound. Still though, you wonder why she only brought these problems up to you or anyone for that matter only now.
>Perhaps she didn’t want to be a burden? She always made herself out to be so self sufficient.
>Either way, she’s safe and sound. And so is Dinky.
>Hopefully Chrysalis wouldn’t cause them too much grief. She’s not exactly the friendliest being in the world. But you push those thoughts back to the depths of your mind.
>It was night. You would sleep.
/The Next Morning/
>You yawn as you wake. Something told you it’s earlier than usual. Oh well.
>You lean forward in your fluffy sleeping apparatus to spot a pony’s flank right at the foot of your bed.
>It’s a changeling’s you realize. Who was...?
“Excuse me, what the fuck is this?”
>The figure jumps significantly from your voice, doing almost a full 180 midair. 7/10
>The figure reveals itself to be Nympha, who was lurking through the one chest you kept in your room. Besides some random paperwork, you didn’t keep anything interesting in there.
“Nympha? What are you doing?”
>She stammers, trying to come up with an answer. She decides to use shock and awe tactics to distract you, “Anonymous! I want you to fuck me right now!”
>You yawn again, unaffected by her absurd demands, [spoiler][/spoiler]”Maybe later. What time is it?”
>She blinks. You blink.
“Well? What time is it?”
>”Oh uh...” Her horn glows, a transparent clock of sort manifesting in front of her, “Seven.”
“Definitely too early for sex then. No.”
>You get up, moving to a dresser. You pull out some jeans and throw them on.
>Nympha seems keen to watch your every move. It’s too early for you to give a shit right now, though.
>You get dressed and initiate your morning routine. The house is eerily quiet.
>Nympha tries to stand up on your bathroom counter to watch you brush right in your face. You push her off it to the ground. Finished, you turn to her,
“No hooves on the counter. Company policy.”
>You step over her and head downstairs. Nympha is close behind.
>You yawn once more as you enter the kitchen. You open up the fridge, pulling out the eggs and a few other things.
“Hey Nympha, where’s Chrys at?”
>She shrugs, “She’s with Mom, doing some business. Said she’d be gone all day.”
>Alrighty then. You grab Derpy’s incomprehensibly good frying pan.
“What would you like in your omelette?”
>She gives you a ‘sexy’ grin, “Anonymous.”
“Sorry, I’m not a valid ingredient.”
>You produce four omelettes; each on it’s on plate. Derpy and Dinky awoke just in time to take their seats.
>Derpy smiles as she chows down on your masterpiece, “Wow Anon! This is great! If you were a pony, I’d bet you’d have an Egg cutie mark!”
>You had actually taken a look at your cutie mark when you had become a pony. Safe to say, it wasn’t an egg. Nympha smiles,
>”Oh yes. Anon definitely has a way with ‘eggs.’” You flick a finger at her, getting her attention. You point to Dinky,
“Give it a rest.”
>She mutters some definitely not child friendly words under her breathe, obtaining a glare from Derpy as well. She’s slightly taken aback from that much.
>If you’ve pissed off Derpy, then you’ve gone too far.
>Within the hour, Derpy and Dinky are off. Dinky has to go school; Derpy has to deliver the mail.
>That just left you with Nympha. Fan-fucking-tastic.
>You sit in your mighty chair of mighty might. You still haven’t gotten a leather one.
>You sigh, your manliness still inferior to Clyde Pie. And he isn’t even a man...
>Nympha lies on her back where Ditto usually sits on your couch. She’s only partially watching the show that’s on, so you switch it to the news.
>Hey look, the Manehattan election. Turns out this ‘Mayor Swiss’ guy, despite being a Changeling, is set to win a majority just like before. You smile.
>Clearly the people knew who the best candidate is. Nympha is actually interested in this,
>”Swiss? He’s the mayor of Manehattan? How’d that happen?”
“He’s good at his job, clearly. The people have spoken.”
>She grunts, magically changing the channel to something unimportant. You turn to her questioningly,
>”So Anonymous, like what you see?” Her eyes briefly point downward to her privates. You grunt,
“Better than Fluttershy’s I guess. Why do you ask?”
>She raises an eyebrow at this, “Better than that yellow pony’s? Should I be insulted or happy about that?”
“Take it as you will.”
>You change the channel back to the election. Perhaps there’d be some stupid politicians trying too hard that you could laugh at. (There were.)
>Soon enough, the story on Manehattan’s election finishes. Nympha sighs, relived that the ‘boring drivel’ is done with.
>She buzzes over to you, landing in your lap. She’s a good deal bigger than Derpy is, making it quite weird.
“Can I help you?”
>She smiles, licking her lips, “Yeah, you can. Come on, let’s do it right here, right now. I promise to go easy on you.” She flutters her eyes and attempts to hug you.
>Push.
>She lands with a soft thud on your floor in front of you. She glares dangerously at you, “What was that for?”
“Sorry, my hand slipped. They do that sometimes. It’s a human thing, you wouldn’t understand.”
>She shakes her head, refusing to give up. She smiles as she spreads out her legs, giving you a very clear and unwanted view of the crown jewels. She beckons you over.
>You yawn, doing your best to ignore her. It’s not easy but you manage to get through half of ‘My Little Molly’ before she changes tactics. You look down at her, somewhat upset and definitely rustled,
“What the fuck, Nympha? Are you a dog or something?”
>She smiles, blushing slightly as she pauses in her assault on your leg, “A dog in heat. Come rut me!”
>You decide you are done with this shit, heading out for a walk. Unfortunately, Nympha is close behind.
“Do you really need to follow me around? Don’t you royals have better things to do?”
>She grunts, “Mother won’t let me use the harem, so no. “ You pale slightly, not wanting that image. Nympha points a nearby grove of plants, “Look, a secluded spot! Why don’t we take a break there?”
“I’ll pass.”
>You continue on your merry way, diverting your path towards Rainbro Dash’s home. If anyone would get this freak out of your hair, it was her.
>Though you don’t know if you want her to just knock her lights out, like how she’s done to Applejack countless times. But her suggestions are making you consider it.
>To make matters worse you run into Lyra. Just what you need...
>”Hi Anon! Who’s this?” She trots up beside you, sandwiching you between herself and Nympha.
>”I am Princess Nympha. I am trying to get Anon here to become my royal consort, but he seems oblivious to my advances. Would you like to help? I promise to share if you do.”
>Lyra blinks. Please god; don’t tell me she’s considering it...
>”N-No thank you. I already have a uh... ‘consort.’”
>Lyra breaks off as you continue on your way to Rainbro’s home.
>As you arrive though, a thought hits you. Fucking Rainbro is at work. She’s not going to be here.
>Well damnit. There goes that idea. You had even decided to have Rainbro beat Nympha up too.
>You cross your arms, thinking. However Nympha wouldn’t make it easy for you.
>She grabs onto your waist, magically trying to undo your pants. As she is not versed in the way of button, you have more than enough time to stop her.
>By grabbing and pulling on her horn. She lets out a pained cry and backs away from you.
>”What the hell was that!” You scowl at her, blood approaching a boil,
“What do you think? I’m not fucking interested!”
>She growls, “You can’t say no to me! I’m Nympha, Changeling Princess!”
>Her horn glows a bright green color as she charges up some sort of spell. You cautiously back away from her.
>You should have ran. The Spell zips out, hitting you in the forehead. You immediately get a fierce headache as the spell tries to take root.
>So this is what Changeling mind control is like? You definitely don’t like it, that’s for sure. What could you say?
>It wasn’t your fetish. That much is certain.
>The spell ‘takes root’ pretty poorly. You are otherwise still completely under your own control.
>There’s some sort of nagging feeling in the back of your head, but it’s easily ignored.
>Nympha smiles triumphantly as you rub your forehead, “Now then. Tell me, what pony do you love the most?” You groan,
“Not you, that’s for sure.”
>She blinks, taking it in. “W-What? But I...”
“Clearly don’t realize pony mind control doesn’t work on Humans. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to have Twilight dispel whatever this crap is before it rips my head in half. Toodles.”
>You begin to trot off, but Nympha lets out a frustrated cry, charging towards you.
>She is intercepted however, by an orange blur, which knocks her out of your trajectory. It turns to face the newcomer...
>...Who does a quick 180, sending two outstretched fore hooves right into the Princess’ face.
>Safe to say, she goes flying, tumbling head over heels before slamming into a nearby house, unconscious. It takes you a second to realize what just happened.
>You close your mouth and turn to the orange blur. However, it’s not a blur.
>It’s Applejack.
>”Howdy partner. Y’all alright?”
>You rub your head uneasily, the headache from before still present,
“Yes I’m... Okay. I guess. What are you?”
>”Doin’ here? Uh... Well ah noticed y’all leavin’ yer house and saw this one,” she points to the unconscious Nympha, “was pesterin’ ya somethin’ fierce. So Ah...”
“Followed me? Well, uh, thank you for that. She seemed... pretty dead set on impaling me.”
>Applejack chuckles, “Ah think she intended you to be impalin’ her.” You share a short laugh.
>You can’t believe that you are actually happy to see Applejack of all ponies.
“Well, again, thanks. Think you could dump her at my house on your way back to... whatever?”
>She grunts, “Nah, Ah say let her get back under her own power. She ain’t mah responsibility no more.”
>You shrug. Fair enough.
>Applejack walks over to you, smiling. “Anyhow Anon, yer very welcome. Just remember...”
>She walks past you, heading down the path,
>”Y’all owe me.”
>Well... Shit. You now owe Applejack a favour.
>A part of you foolishly thinks it won’t be anything sexual, but you know better than to think that. This is Applejack we’re talking about.
>You sigh, heading back to your home. What would you do now?
>She had you. There was no way out of this terrible situation.
>Perhaps you could have Cocoona disintegrate you before she called you over to ‘even the scales.’
>Yes. That could work. At least you’d know what heaven is like...
>You get home, taking a seat on in your armchair. You stay in your seat, silently thinking of a way to pay Applejack back without having to do... that. A thought comes to you, finally.
>You smile, putting your arm down from your weary chin. Yes... That’s what you’d have to do.
>It would have to work.
>For the world’s sake, it would have to work.

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The Marvellous Mishaps of Anon and Chrysalis:
Chapter 11: Everybody hates Nympha AKA Anon will never have sex in this story

>It was a bright and sunny day in the town of Ponyville.
>Queen Chrysalis, absolute monarch of the Changeling Swarm reclines on a couch in her friend Anonymous’ home. No one is home besides her right now.
>She lets out of soft yawn, stretching out her legs as the commercial break ends. She smiles; this episode of ‘My Little Molly’ had proven itself quite good.
>She laughs as more antics occur in her program. She’s so caught up in the display that she doesn’t hear the soft trotting approaching her.
>”Having fun, dear?” Chrysalis blinks, slowly turning her head to the source of the sound. She sees most likely the last thing she expects.
>”Mother? What are you doing here?” Her mother laughs, her deep voice echoing in the empty house.
>She walks by her daughter, taking a seat beside her, “Well, you said you were staying with some ‘Anonymous’ colt. I figured I’d see just who this Pony is...”
>Chrysalis pales slightly, nodding. Her mother chuckles, “Ha... Considering how hard you’ve been trying to keep me in the dark, he must be /very/ good.”
>Chrysalis groans, “We aren’t in... Never mind.” She sighs, trying to focus on her show.
>Her mother’s questions would not make it easy...

>You smiles as you pass the last bit to the merchant. Finally, the chores are done.
>You pick up your bag of goods and begin the trek back home. Rainbro flies beside you the entire time.
>It was funny, actually; having been turned into a Pony made your regular poker buddies more confident that they could defeat you in battle.
>They had been proven wrong; all the bits in your bank account were proof of that much.
>”So, Anon, I notice you’ve got a few new things this time. Doing some experimentation?”
>You nod. You have indeed bought a number of goods you usually wouldn’t. You figure since you are so good at making Egg sandwiches, why not become a master of omelettes and other eggtastic meals?
>Chrysalis would love whatever you made with eggs. It’s definitely her favourite food.
>You make your way out of the market center.
>You had even reluctantly bought apples from Applejack. Normally you’d wait until Big Macintosh was selling to get those.
>You smile, happy that Applejack’s word had held true.
>Now if only you could get rid of Fluttershy. The blasted mayor had only given her a week of community service despite poisoning a number of foreign dignitaries. Typical.

>As you walk down the road to your home, you spot Derpy delivering letters. She waves, flapping over to you.
>”Hi Anonymous!”
“Hey Derpy. How’s the route going so far?”
>She smiles brightly, “Good! Lots of mail this week!” She smiles, but starts, “Oh right!”
>She reaches into her mailbag, pulling out a letter. She hoofs to you. Another one from Blinkie. You’d need to read this later.
“Thank you Derpy. Well, guess we’ll see you later?”
>She nods, “Dinky and I will be back a bit late though! Anyway, gotta fly! Bye Anon!”
>She flies off, grinning happily. Leave it to Derpy to brighten up your day.
>Though unlike Pinkie, it probably isn’t an intentional thing. Derpy delivers mail, not smiles.
>You continue on your merry way, reaching [spoiler]DATA EXPUNGED[/spoiler] street where your home lies.  As you get closer though, you notice an issue.
>A number of issues.

>For one, there’s a crowd standing around your house.
>While when you were new in Equestria and thus oddity to behold this was common, you had been here well over a year. Why would the ponies of Ponyville see fit to crowd around your house now?
>As you push through the crowd, you soon get your answer.
>A very large group of Change Marines are surrounding pretty much every inch of your property. There’s even a few loitering on the roof and buzzing in circles. They all wore very unique black armour.
>You can think of one changeling commander who will be getting his shit wrecked in short order.
>You walk to the door but are stopped by the guards, “Halt!”
“This is my fucking house. Move.”
>One of them glares dangerously at you, “None shall enter this build-“
>”No wait a second; this is the human the Queen mentioned. He is allowed inside.”
>You smile. Someone finally respected your authority.
>The first one nods, moving out of your way. You move inside to your door, Rainbro right behind.
>Once inside, you quickly dump your groceries on the counter.
>You had a changeling to yell at.

>You enter your living room, spotting Ditto. He’s reading a book that Twilight gave him some time before.
>You grunt, approaching him angrily. He turns to you, face expressionless.
>”Greetings Anonymous. I see you have returned from your shopping.”
“Yep. Care to explain all the fucking Marines? I run into them once and now they're fucking everywhere, everyday.”
>Ditto shrugs, “I suppose they like you. I cannot explain it.”
“Yeah well you /can/ get rid of them. Do that, will you? I’d like to be able to relax without half of Ponyville outside my fucking door.”
>Ditto sighs, shaking his head, “I am sorry, but I cannot get rid of these ones. Outside my jurisdiction.”
>You roll your eyes, taking a seat in your mighty throne of kings. Rainbro takes a seat on your couch where Chrysalis normally sits.
“You are Ditto, supreme commander of the unified Changeling armed forces.”
>Ditto nods, “That is correct.”
“And you expect me to believe that you cannot tell a bunch of Change Marines to return to their fucking base?”
>He nods once more, “Correct.”
>Bitch, are you for real?

>”These Change marines are the black guard. They report directly to the royal family. I can’t make them leave.”
>Rainbro nods, “Alright, well where’s Chrys at then? She can get rid of them, no problem.”
>Ditto looks away from your gaze, “She is currently in her quarters. However she’s in an important-“
“Thanks.”
>You get up, not even letting him finish. You had a Queen to yell at.
>Ditto moves to try and stop you, but your faithful Rainbro cockblocks him at every turn. What a bro.
>You head upstairs, about to wreck some shit. Bitches don’t know about your mad.
>Turning the corner you can make out a number of voices from Chrysalis’ ‘royal quarters.’ They were about to have an unexpected intervention.
>You reach the doorway, the voices now somewhat clearer. You slam the door open.
>You walk in, arms crossed in your best ‘I am disappoint’ look.
>Chrysalis stares at you, furious. However one of her companion’s manages to speak before she does,
>”So this is Anonymous then? Hm. Not one for manners, is he?”
>Chrysalis groans, “No. No he’s not.”
>You look to Chrysalis’ side, spotting a pair of Changeling Queens.
>This should be good...

“Manners can wait until these ‘Black Guard’ are gone. Chrysalis, get rid of them?”
>She rolls her eyes, “Why does it even matter, Anonymous? They aren’t causing trouble.” She pauses, glancing toward to the bigger Queen, “Right?”
“They’ve attracted a rather massive crowd outside. They also seemed keen to not let me inside my own house.”
>The big Queen grunts, “Not my fault if you look suspicious. You aren’t exactly a common sight.”
>You roll your eyes. Great, this again.
“And who’s your friend, Chrysalis? Queen Cheddar?”
>Both Chrysalis and the big Queen give you a death glare. Normal beings would probably shit themselves at the sight.
>But you are Anonymous. You aren’t afraid of a bunch of angry, mind control capable insect ponies.
>...Now that you’ve thought it through, you should probably not go out of your way to piss them off.
>”For your information, Anonymous, this is my mother, Cocoona. You would do well to show some respect!” You shrug. Well excuuuse me, princess.
>You glance towards the big Queen, [spoiler][/spoiler]“Well, nice to meet you, I suppose. Still, get rid of the guard things. I’d prefer if all my home’s inhabitants are able to get in without issue.”
>The boisterous queen stands, grunting. “Fine.” As she walks past you take a note of her appearance. She looks a great deal different from Chrysalis.
>For one, she’s huge. And not huge as in tall, huge as in fat. Chrysalis and her mother were pretty much polar opposites.

>You turn to the other Changeling. This one is significantly smaller than Chrysalis or her mother. 
>In fact, she seems to be not even grown up. You silent pray this is not a child Chrysalis’ had without telling you. That would be...
>Pretty bad. Especially since that’d mean her mother is probably dumping her here. Your house seriously could not hold anymore fucking ponies. 
>Even with the miners making you more rooms underground, you couldn’t keep this up. Five was way too much already.
>You point to her, [spoiler][/spoiler]”So, who’s this one?”
>She smiles, “I’m Princess Nympha!” She giggles, “Nice to meet you ‘Anon!’”
>You grunt. She best not be trashing your name. You’ll throw your monocle at her. This thing can cut glass (with some effort.)
>Chrysalis lets out an exasperated sigh, “That’s right. She’s my younger sister.” She knocks her on the head, “She’s also a spoiled brat who thinks she is better than me. As you can tell, she is not.”
>Is that a fact?
“I don’t know Chrysalis, she looks much better than you do. Probably has stronger magic too.”
>Nympha bursts out laughing while Chrysalis gives you another glare.  You liked this sister of hers already.

>Some time later you sit back in your living room. Cocoona has by now dismissed her Black Guard, which apparently follow her around to protect her from danger.
>You find it hard to believe a massive changeling Queen would have a lot of threats, but whatever.  They are gone and that’s what matters.
>Chrysalis had taken back her usual spot, Rainbro beside her, followed by Nympha, her mother and Ditto on the end. If it was a tight squeeze before, now it was insane.
“So, what are you guys here for? Just dropping by to visit?”
>Cocoona grunts, “I’m here to see what my daughter’s consort is like. Though apparently you aren’t it?”
>You nod quickly. You would never be Chrysalis’ consort. Never ever ever. Ever.
>She grunts, “Hmph.” Her horn glows a dark greenish color. She looks over you, inspecting. You aren’t sure you like the spell she’s casting. Rainbro sure doesn’t.
>”Good too. You wouldn’t be able to meet her needs anyhow.” Wait what?
“Excuse me?”
>She gestures to your crotch, her point being made clear. Both you and Chrysalis blush furiously. Nympha just laughs.

>After your anger subsided you began to tell the Ex-Queen and her spawn about Ponyville and the surrounding area.
>Apparently Cocoona didn’t get out of house much. She knew next to nothing about the town.
>”Hmph. This place seems pretty inconsequential. Why not live in Canterlot or an important city?”
>Rainbro rolls her eyes, “It’s not all about being in ‘major’ cities, you know. I for one don’t like big cities.”
>Cocoona shrugs, “You’re a peasant, ‘Dash.’ Your opinion doesn’t matter.” Rainbro fumes at her statement. You intervene before Rainbro tries to lunge at her,
“Well, if you think it’s so ‘inconsequential,’ why don’t you leave? Your daughter is fine under my care. You can go back to... Doing whatever it is Ex-Queens do.”
>Rainbro scoffs, “Which is probably eating lots of fatty foods.” Nympha glares at her.
>Cocoona grunts, getting up. “Not even going to defend your home? At least you know how futile it is. I suppose we shall go. Hmph.”
>This mare really likes bashing your hometown Anonymous. What are you gonna do about it?
“This place is great, I assure you. In fact, how about I show you around to prove it?”
>Cocoona grunts, uninterested. Nympha smiles though, “That’s better than sitting around here! Lead the way!”

>And so you did. Exiting your home, you lead your group of shape shifters down the city proper.
>There had been a few remnants of the earlier crowd, but Chrysalis and Ditto’s warning stares was more than able to dismiss them.
>You begin your trek through town. You make a note to show them Town hall and Tower (which had been rebuilt three weeks prior. It was even bigger than before.)
>Cocoona snorts as she observes the various houses from under her parasol. She also has pretty badass shades on. She mentioned something about not liking light, but you weren’t paying attention.
>”You ponies sure do like your... Colourful designs, don’t you.”
“I’m not a pony, but I suppose they do. Is there a problem with that?”
>She nods, “Yes.” You glance over to her, but she fails to elaborate. She really didn’t like you pony folk...
>Regardless, you approach the city center with the Town Hall. Both Nympha and Cocoona look up at it.
>Rainbro puts on a smug grin, “I helped put this thing together, you know.”
>Cocoona nods, “That explains all the structural faults.” She turns to you, “What’s next?”
“How about we go say hi to Mayor? I’m sure she’ll be happy to see such an important pony.”
>She grunts, “We’ll see,” then trots towards the building. You follow suit.

>Inside is what one would expect from a Town Hall. 
>There’s a secretary doing mundane tasks at a desk, a bunch of mailboxes for town staff and some other random constructs. You can spot the Mayor talking with Sarah Neighlin about something.
>Considering how miffed the Mayor looks, Sarah probably put too much sugar in her coffee again.
>You find it miraculous this town runs at all. The Mayor is clearly a moron.
>It’s not to say you’d be better at running the place; just that the current Mayor is bad. The fact she kept getting re-elected didn’t help. Mayor for life indeed.
>Cocoona looks over to you, Nympha taking her usual spot beside her. She’s grinning deviously for whatever reason. Cocoona speaks, “Well, Anonymous? Where is this so called ‘Mayor’?”
>The Mayor, ever observant, looks over at her mention. Sarah backs off a bit as the Mayor trots over. “Greetings ma’am. I’m the Mayor of Ponyville; how can I be of service?” She gives her usual Mayor smile.
>Cocoona grunts, “I am Cocoona, mighty founder of the Changeling Swarm. This one,” She points to you, “says you’d want to see an important pony to pay your respects.”
>You groan slightly. She’s twisting your words for her own benefit. 
>The mayor starts as she learns who the being before her is. At least she didn’t run off screaming at the site of a changeling. Chrysalis had not been amused that time.

>The Mayor looks into various ways to appease the Changeling noble before her.
>At least she isn’t demanding sexual favours or some disturbing nonsense like that. She eventually settles on a photo being taken of her and placed in a Ponyville hall of fame of sorts.
>Luckily she doesn’t ask to be placed above Celestia and Luna. That would be bad.
>You stand in the foyer, waiting on Cocoona. However you notice a member of your group has gone missing.
“Where’s Nympha?”
>Everyone looks about for the little Princess, but she has disappeared.  Fuck.
>”Hmph. Well done, Anonymous. You’ve clearly proven yourself a /wonderful/ tour guide.”
>Ignoring Cocoona’s insults, you look outside. Luckily, Nympha has not gotten far.
>She’s talking to a stallion outside. Flirting, perhaps?
>You begin to approach the pair, Rainbro, Ditto and the rest right behind you.
>You stop however, when you realize who she’s talking too.
>Cocoona grunts as she spots the pair, “And who is /that?/”
>Snowflake. Roid Rage. The Bench Presser.
>You set your jimmies DEFCON to 1 and then approach them. Here goes nothing...

>You hold up a hand to stop your group from following you,
“I’ll get her. This will only take a second.”
>Cocoona snorts, turning to Ditto. He meets her gaze, “When he fails, get my daughter.”
>Yeah okay lady. You approach the duo, catching some of Nympha’s... Interesting banter.
>”...You have such big legs... How’d you managed to get so strong?” She flutters her eyes at him.
>Roid Rage smiles, though only because she asked about fitness, “A balanced diet with extra protein mixed with an intense workout regime can turn any pony into a lean, mean, benching machine!”
>She giggles, “Oh my. Do you think you could show me this ‘workout regime’ sometime?” She rubs a hoof down a foreleg, which Roid Rage brings up into a flex. 
>”Certainly! I run Equestria’s greatest fitness and training center, just down Saddle Street! Stop buy anytime!” She gives him a sly smile. You’re almost too them,
>”That sounds /wonderful/ Mr. Snowflake. I’ll be sure to ‘give it a try.’” She winks at him. Roid Rage smiles, oblivious to her lewd suggestions.
>While his apparent steroid addiction is clearly fabricated, you get the feeling a pony so insanely buff is likely compensating for something.
“Hey, Nympha?”
>She turns to you, slightly surprised by your intrusion. She can’t tell from your express, but you are made of disappoint right now.
“There are other things in this place to see. Don’t want to miss them, do you?”

>Some grumbling later you are back on track in your tour.
>You approach the Ponyville market, the heart of all commerce in the city. On the way you run into Rose.
>She was never exactly fond of the Changelings. In fact, just about everything scared the shit out of her.
>She gulps nervously as she sees not just Chrysalis, but her family behind you.
>”Oh uh... Hello Anonymous! I see you have... new friends?” She smiles, shaking slightly.
>You nod, [spoiler][/spoiler]”Yeah. The two big ones are Chrysalis’ family.”
>She mimics your nod slowly, moving out of your way. You head on by.
>Unfortunately Nympha saw fit to chomp on a number of her roses. She swallows them, a smug smile on her face. “Those are pretty good...”
>Rainbro shoots her a cold look, “You realize those don’t belong to you, right?” Nympha shrugs, not caring.
>You continue on, reaching the market. Nothing Nympha’s previous actions, you ask her to come over to you. She complies eventually and when she reaches your position, you kneel to her level,
“Don’t take anything. Understood?”
>She grunts, “Hmph. You can’t stop me.”
>You could, indeed, stop her. By holding onto her mane the entire time. While you would normally grab her horn, you figure since it’s generally an intimate thing that you wouldn’t want to give her any ideas.
>Or enrage the mighty Cocoona. She’d probably tackle you and break every bone in your body.
>You wonder if Changelings have Sumo Wrestlers. She’d probably be pretty good, what with weighing easily 600 pounds and all that.
>You chuckle, though you refuse to elaborate on why when Chrysalis asks.

>You attempt to quickly pass through the produce section, but Applejack spots you from afar. She trots over.
>”Well Howdy Anonymous!” She eyes the newcomers suspiciously, “I see you’ve got new friends...”
>Cocoona lets out a cruel ‘Ha.’ “I would never associate myself with such a creature as him. He is simply trying to prove the worth of this little speck of a settlement.”
>Applejack glares at the Ex-Queen as she continues, “He is not doing a very good job.”
>Rainbro lands between the two, “Don’t mind miss fancy flank here. She wouldn’t know a nice place if it bit her in the-“
>Chrysalis bops Rainbro on the head, stopping her. She glares over at her, but Chrysalis’ stare wins out. 
>”Well ah assure y’all that Ponyville is one of the nicest cities in all o’ Equestria.” She smiles at you, “Have fun on yer tour. I’ll be here if ya need me.”
>She heads back to her Apple stand. You personally doubt that you will need Applejack for anything in the near future.
>It’s strange. It seems Apples from Equestria take much longer to spoil than they do on Earth. Perhaps they used magic?
>Regardless, you continue on your merry way. 

>On your way through Town you pass by the schoolhouse. A thought comes to you.
“One second, I need to check for something.”
>Cocoona rolls her eyes, “Don’t take too long. We might just fly away without you.”
>You inwardly chuckle. Like that tub of lard could get off the ground.
>You quickly head into the schoolyard. The various youngsters who learned at the school are out to recess. Just as planned.
>Soon enough you spot the Cutie Mark Crusaders sitting at a table. They seem to be planning something nefarious.
>Hopefully it wouldn’t be Cutie Mark Crusaders Super Villains. Ditto might take it the wrong way.
“Hey girls, whatcha up too?”
>They look over to you, smiling happily. Applebloom speaks first, “Hiya Anon! We’re just planning a few new crusades!” Right.
“You think I could borrow Sweetie Belle for a little?”
>Scootaloo shrugs, “Sure, go nuts.” You smile. All according to keikakku. [spoiler](Translator’s note: Keikakku means plan)[/spoiler]

>You take Sweetie Belle off over to a nearby tree and then look down at her. She’s still smiling cheerfully.
“So Sweetie Belle, you remember that Changeling transformation spell, right?”
>Sweetie Belle’s face immediately changes into a cold scowl, “No, I’m not casting it again.”
>...Perhaps they were trying Cutie Mark Crusaders Mind Readers?
“Why not?”
>She groans, “Because I was stuck as Diamond Tiara for a whole week! Never again, Anon! Never Again!
>Well then. That fucking sucked. And here you thought you might actually be able to impress Queen Cheddar. Oh well
“Well alright. Thanks anyway.” 
>You head off, rejoining your group. Rainbro doesn’t seem particularly interested in what you were doing. Chrysalis, however...
>”Off to see your foal friends, I see. You can do that any other time, you realize.”
“Chrysalis, do me a favour: Shut up and follow.”

>Finally you arrive at Ponyville’s greatest monument; it’s tower.
>While due to your actions it had been destroyed some time ago, the new one is much better than the old.
>It’s even got a magically imbued display, which glows in the dark. You’d never have to worry about being late for that date again!
>You turn to Cocoona, who had been looking up at the tower for the last five minutes.
“Well? What do you think?”
>She grunts, unimpressed, “There’s a bigger one in Alpha Hive.”
>Oh for the love of... You know what? Never mind. Fuck her shit.
>”Is there anything else you want me to see, or are you finished wasting my time?”
“Yeah, I’m done.”
>You think to tell her off, but Chrysalis would rip out your everything if you did. You turn down the path, beginning the great trek back to your home.
>You take a step forward, tripping into a massive hole. You groan, rubbing your head.
>This wasn’t here a second ago...

>You hear your friends yell out in fear. Cocoona remains silent, but probably rolling her eyes at your ‘miserable failures.’
>”Anonymous! Are you injured?” You see Ditto pop his head over the side of the hole.
>You look yourself over before rising to your feet. You shake your head,
“Nope, I’m alright. Get me out?”
>”Wait! No!” A challenger appears?
>So see Fluttershy’s head over the edge of the hole, “One second, please.” She flies down, landing beside you.
>Oh boy. Another rape/fetish attempt. This should be good.
“Hello Fluttershy? Here for your daily dose of Anon’s fucks? Oh wait. I don’t give any.”
>She opens her mouth to say something, but she’s too slow,
“Ditto, get me out of here please.”
>He nods and then flies down with Rainbro you in the cave. They grab you and lift off before Fluttershy can even react.
>You land outside, thanking your companions. You turn to the royalty.
>Chrysalis has a worried expression, Nympha seems just shocked and Cocoona doesn’t even care. She speaks,
>”Do I even want to know?”
“No. You don’t.”

>You recline back in your armchair. Peace had returned to your comfy home.
>Well, relatively speaking. While Cocoona pretty much bailed on your group, Nympha seemed interested enough to stay.
>She even seems to be enjoying the same shows as her big sister. Seeing the two actually happy makes you feel a bit happy.
>Nympha is still a bitch, though. You are still debating whether Cocoona is worse, though. Seems likely.
>You yawn as the current cartoon ends. Silly Jail Jackals...
>You hear the door open up. Hm? Who could that be?
>You get up, heading to the door. You spot Derpy, who has her daughter on her back, 
>”Hi Anonymous! How was your day?” You shrug,
“Meh. It was okay. Changeling Queens doing stuff.”
>She blinks, “Queens? As in more than one?”
>You gesture towards the living room,
“Why don’t you have a seat right over there?”

>You move back into your living room. While you had clearly pointed at your couch, Derpy took a seat on your lap once again.
>It’s strange though. If it were any other pony you’d be mad. You place a hand in Derpy’s mane, shaking it up. She giggles cutely.
>And so does Dinky. Chrysalis gives you a cold stare. You turn over to face her, smiling,
“What’s up Chrys? You jelly?”
>Unfortunately she was not aware of the term ‘jelly’ and it flies right over her head. She just shakes her head. Yeah, she’s jelly.
>Derpy looks over to Nympha, then back to you, still smiling, “Who’s that, Anonymous? I’ve never seen her here before.”
“That’s Nympha, Chrysalis’ younger sister. She and her mother are visiting for the day.”
>Nympha yawns, fluttering down to the floor from her seat. She trots over to you and your lap mates.
>Dinky smiles, “Hi Nymfa!”
>She frowns at Dinky’s failure to say her name, but doesn’t comment on it other than nodding. The Princess looks up to you, “So, Anonymous, I was hoping I could ask you a few things.”
>The look she’s giving you makes you justifiably uneasy, but you nod.

>Derpy and Dinky move to her previous seat on the couch before she starts with her survey,
>”So, Anonymous, how’d you end up meeting my sister anyway? Or Ditto for that matter?” Her wings buzz slightly as she floats up to your level. To your dismay she takes a seat on your chair’s right arm.
>Safe to say, it’s not exactly roomy.
“Well, she fell into my house after being sent flying by Shining Armor’s magical deflector spell. Ditto just showed up a bit later.”
>You shrug. That’s all there’s ever been to it.
>She frowns thinking it over, glancing between her sister and yourself a few times before she carries on.
>”Well, why’d you let her stay here? Last time I checked most ponies don’t really like changelings.” You chuckle,
“Well for one, I’m not a pony. Secondly, she broke a bunch of my stuff in her landing, so I kept her here with the goal of her fixing it all for me.”
>Chrysalis raises an eyebrow as you turn to her, having to lean over a good deal to see her from behind her sister.
“I’m still waiting for you to pay me back for this new TV, you know.”
>She lets out an exasperated sigh, muttering, “You humans and your debts...”

>Nympha giggles. It seems anything that can frustrate, annoy, or otherwise upset her sister makes her happy... And vice versa, for that matter.
“So, did you want to ask me anything else? Or will twenty questions end at two today?”
>Rainbro chuckles. Nympha turns back to you, “Well, since she’s paid you back, why is she still here? Do you have a thing for her or something?” You grunt,
“Not really, though I think she has one for me. Celestia wants her to stay here to learn about ‘the magic of friendship.’ So I’m stuck with her until further notice.”
>Chrysalis attempts to counter your accusations, but is too busy being flustered to do anything. Ditto remains silent. 
>However, unlike your previous harassment, Nympha doesn’t seem as happy about her sister’s predicament this time. You raise an eyebrow at her before she continues,
>”I personally doubt my sister could have any feelings for you, Anonymous. She’s not that kind of pony.”
“I’m just going with what I know.”
>”Well I know better. She /is/ my sister, after all.” He places a hoof onto her chest to emphasize her point. Whatever.
>You knew Chrysalis is at least partially interested. Unfortunately for her, the feelings aren’t mutual.

>Much later, after a fantastical dinner of spaghetti (though no meatballs. No points for guessing why) you decide to head off to bed. You open up your one and unfortunately, only, bathroom to clean up a bit.
>Derpy is inside, brushing her teeth. Pony toothbrushes you learned are quite big indeed. Well the handles are. You had gotten used to it ages ago.
>They still got the job done, though, so whatever. You walk up beside her and grab your toothbrush. Yours is a wonderful gold color and thus stands out to Derpy’s pink, Dinky’s cyan, Chrysalis’ green and Ditto’s... Wait.
>No, he doesn’t have a toothbrush up here. You make a note to avoid smelling his breathe pre-emptively until you learn how he keeps his mouth in tip top shape.
“Going to bed, then?”
>Derpy nods as you reach for the toothpaste. You had read before arriving that ancient toothpastes were made with urine. Luckily, the ponies of Equestria had developed past that point.
>You squeeze some out and initiate the brushing cycle. Five minutes later you’re done. You look over to Derpy, who has waited patiently for you to finish.
>Hm? What could this mean?
“Hey, Derpy? You wanted to ask something?”

>She nods, looking downward, “Yes.”
>Before she can continue, Chrysalis storms in. She gives you one look and says one word, “Out.”
>You roll your eyes, bending over and picking up Derpy. You walk out with her, a smug grin on your face. Chrysalis’ eye twitches just barely as you walk by her.
>The door closes magically behind you. A short stroll later you arrive in your room. You put Derpy down beside you on the side of the bed. You
“So, what’s up?”
>She shifts uneasily, rubbing a leg with it’s opposite’s hoof. “Well... Um... You know how Dinky and I have been staying here while my house gets fixed up?” You nod.
>”Well... do you think we could just stay here with you? At least for a bit longer?” You raise an eyebrow,
“Hm? Why though? Your house will be fixed up in a few days and you’ll be able to go home.”
>She doesn’t meet your gaze, “Yes but...” She sighs.
>”I can’t really afford to live there.” You blink. 
>What does she mean by that?

“What do you mean? Isn’t it your house? How can you not afford to live in your own house?”
>She shrinks away, “I...” She looks off toward the ceiling,
>”When I first bought the home, I could just barely pay to keep it... But with all the other expenses, you know, like hydro, power and stuff...”
“It’s become too much of a burden? Well, okay. So why don’t you try to make more money?”
>She looks down, her eyes looking at her fore hooves, “I’m not a very... dextrous pony Anon. I tend to break things. A lot.” 
>A tear rolls down her far eye, though she tries to hide the fact, “So I usually can’t get much extra work and stuff...” She looks over to you.
>The fearful expression she wears obliterates your resolve. All your fucks have been given now,
>You pull the mare over to you,
“Well if you need a place to stay, then sure, my doors are open.”
>She wipes her face a bit, “Thank you...”

>You slept well that night, thoughts of happy Derpys flying through the sky.
>You feel good to know she’s safe and sound. Still though, you wonder why she only brought these problems up to you or anyone for that matter only now.
>Perhaps she didn’t want to be a burden? She always made herself out to be so self sufficient. 
>Either way, she’s safe and sound. And so is Dinky. 
>Hopefully Chrysalis wouldn’t cause them too much grief. She’s not exactly the friendliest being in the world. But you push those thoughts back to the depths of your mind. 
>It was night. You would sleep.
/The Next Morning/
>You yawn as you wake. Something told you it’s earlier than usual. Oh well. 
>You lean forward in your fluffy sleeping apparatus to spot a pony’s flank right at the foot of your bed.
>It’s a changeling’s you realize. Who was...?
“Excuse me, what the fuck is this?”

>The figure jumps significantly from your voice, doing almost a full 180 midair. 7/10
>The figure reveals itself to be Nympha, who was lurking through the one chest you kept in your room. Besides some random paperwork, you didn’t keep anything interesting in there.
“Nympha? What are you doing?”
>She stammers, trying to come up with an answer. She decides to use shock and awe tactics to distract you, “Anonymous! I want you to fuck me right now!”
>You yawn again, unaffected by her absurd demands, [spoiler][/spoiler]”Maybe later. What time is it?”
>She blinks. You blink.
“Well? What time is it?”
>”Oh uh...” Her horn glows, a transparent clock of sort manifesting in front of her, “Seven.”
“Definitely too early for sex then. No.”
>You get up, moving to a dresser. You pull out some jeans and throw them on.

>Nympha seems keen to watch your every move. It’s too early for you to give a shit right now, though.
>You get dressed and initiate your morning routine. The house is eerily quiet.
>Nympha tries to stand up on your bathroom counter to watch you brush right in your face. You push her off it to the ground. Finished, you turn to her,
“No hooves on the counter. Company policy.”
>You step over her and head downstairs. Nympha is close behind.
>You yawn once more as you enter the kitchen. You open up the fridge, pulling out the eggs and a few other things.
“Hey Nympha, where’s Chrys at?”
>She shrugs, “She’s with Mom, doing some business. Said she’d be gone all day.”
>Alrighty then. You grab Derpy’s incomprehensibly good frying pan.
“What would you like in your omelette?”
>She gives you a ‘sexy’ grin, “Anonymous.”
“Sorry, I’m not a valid ingredient.”

>You produce four omelettes; each on it’s on plate. Derpy and Dinky awoke just in time to take their seats.
>Derpy smiles as she chows down on your masterpiece, “Wow Anon! This is great! If you were a pony, I’d bet you’d have an Egg cutie mark!”
>You had actually taken a look at your cutie mark when you had become a pony. Safe to say, it wasn’t an egg. Nympha smiles,
>”Oh yes. Anon definitely has a way with ‘eggs.’” You flick a finger at her, getting her attention. You point to Dinky,
“Give it a rest.”
>She mutters some definitely not child friendly words under her breathe, obtaining a glare from Derpy as well. She’s slightly taken aback from that much.
>If you’ve pissed off Derpy, then you’ve gone too far.
>Within the hour, Derpy and Dinky are off. Dinky has to go school; Derpy has to deliver the mail.
>That just left you with Nympha. Fan-fucking-tastic. 
>You sit in your mighty chair of mighty might. You still haven’t gotten a leather one.
>You sigh, your manliness still inferior to Clyde Pie. And he isn’t even a man...

>Nympha lies on her back where Ditto usually sits on your couch. She’s only partially watching the show that’s on, so you switch it to the news.
>Hey look, the Manehattan election. Turns out this ‘Mayor Swiss’ guy, despite being a Changeling, is set to win a majority just like before. You smile.
>Clearly the people knew who the best candidate is. Nympha is actually interested in this,
>”Swiss? He’s the mayor of Manehattan? How’d that happen?”
“He’s good at his job, clearly. The people have spoken.”
>She grunts, magically changing the channel to something unimportant. You turn to her questioningly,
>”So Anonymous, like what you see?” Her eyes briefly point downward to her privates. You grunt,
“Better than Fluttershy’s I guess. Why do you ask?”
>She raises an eyebrow at this, “Better than that yellow pony’s? Should I be insulted or happy about that?”
“Take it as you will.”
>You change the channel back to the election. Perhaps there’d be some stupid politicians trying too hard that you could laugh at. (There were.)

>Soon enough, the story on Manehattan’s election finishes. Nympha sighs, relived that the ‘boring drivel’ is done with.
>She buzzes over to you, landing in your lap. She’s a good deal bigger than Derpy is, making it quite weird.
“Can I help you?”
>She smiles, licking her lips, “Yeah, you can. Come on, let’s do it right here, right now. I promise to go easy on you.” She flutters her eyes and attempts to hug you.
>Push.
>She lands with a soft thud on your floor in front of you. She glares dangerously at you, “What was that for?”
“Sorry, my hand slipped. They do that sometimes. It’s a human thing, you wouldn’t understand.”
>She shakes her head,  refusing to give up. She smiles as she spreads out her legs, giving you a very clear and unwanted view of the crown jewels. She beckons you over.
>You yawn, doing your best to ignore her. It’s not easy but you manage to get through half of ‘My Little Molly’ before she changes tactics. You look down at her, somewhat upset and definitely rustled,
“What the fuck, Nympha? Are you a dog or something?”
>She smiles, blushing slightly as she pauses in her assault on your leg, “A dog in heat. Come rut me!”

>You decide you are done with this shit, heading out for a walk. Unfortunately, Nympha is close behind.
“Do you really need to follow me around? Don’t you royals have better things to do?”
>She grunts, “Mother won’t let me use the harem, so no. “ You pale slightly, not wanting that image. Nympha points a nearby grove of plants, “Look, a secluded spot! Why don’t we take a break there?”
“I’ll pass.”
>You continue on your merry way, diverting your path towards Rainbro Dash’s home. If anyone would get this freak out of your hair, it was her.
>Though you don’t know if you want her to just knock her lights out, like how she’s done to Applejack countless times. But her suggestions are making you consider it.
>To make matters worse you run into Lyra. Just what you need...
>”Hi Anon! Who’s this?” She trots up beside you, sandwiching you between herself and Nympha.
>”I am Princess Nympha. I am trying to get Anon here to become my royal consort, but he seems oblivious to my advances. Would you like to help? I promise to share if you do.”
>Lyra blinks. Please god; don’t tell me she’s considering it...
>”N-No thank you. I already have a uh... ‘consort.’”

>Lyra breaks off as you continue on your way to Rainbro’s home. 
>As you arrive though, a thought hits you. Fucking Rainbro is at work. She’s not going to be here.
>Well damnit. There goes that idea. You had even decided to have Rainbro beat Nympha up too.
>You cross your arms, thinking. However Nympha wouldn’t make it easy for you.
>She grabs onto your waist, magically trying to undo your pants. As she is not versed in the way of button, you have more than enough time to stop her.
>By grabbing and pulling on her horn. She lets out a pained cry and backs away from you. 
>”What the hell was that!” You scowl at her, blood approaching a boil,
“What do you think? I’m not fucking interested!”
>She growls, “You can’t say no to me! I’m Nympha, Changeling Princess!”
>Her horn glows a bright green color as she charges up some sort of spell. You cautiously back away from her.
>You should have ran. The Spell zips out, hitting you in the forehead. You immediately get a fierce headache as the spell tries to take root.
>So this is what Changeling mind control is like? You definitely don’t like it, that’s for sure. What could you say?
>It wasn’t your fetish. That much is certain.

>The spell ‘takes root’ pretty poorly. You are otherwise still completely under your own control.
>There’s some sort of nagging feeling in the back of your head, but it’s easily ignored.
>Nympha smiles triumphantly as you rub your forehead, “Now then. Tell me, what pony do you love the most?” You groan,
“Not you, that’s for sure.”
>She blinks, taking it in. “W-What? But I...”
“Clearly don’t realize pony mind control doesn’t work on Humans. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to have Twilight dispel whatever this crap is before it rips my head in half. Toodles.”
>You begin to trot off, but Nympha lets out a frustrated cry, charging towards you.
>She is intercepted however, by an orange blur, which knocks her out of your trajectory. It turns to face the newcomer...
>...Who does a quick 180, sending two outstretched fore hooves right into the Princess’ face.
>Safe to say, she goes flying, tumbling head over heels before slamming into a nearby house, unconscious. It takes you a second to realize what just happened.
>You close your mouth and turn to the orange blur. However, it’s not a blur. 
>It’s Applejack. 

>”Howdy partner. Y’all alright?”
>You rub your head uneasily, the headache from before still present,
“Yes I’m... Okay. I guess. What are you?”
>”Doin’ here? Uh... Well ah noticed y’all leavin’ yer house and saw this one,” she points to the unconscious Nympha, “was pesterin’ ya somethin’ fierce. So Ah...”
“Followed me? Well, uh, thank you for that. She seemed... pretty dead set on impaling me.”
>Applejack chuckles, “Ah think she intended you to be impalin’ her.” You share a short laugh.
>You can’t believe that you are actually happy to see Applejack of all ponies.
“Well, again, thanks. Think you could dump her at my house on your way back to... whatever?”
>She grunts, “Nah, Ah say let her get back under her own power. She ain’t mah responsibility no more.”
>You shrug. Fair enough.
>Applejack walks over to you, smiling. “Anyhow Anon, yer very welcome. Just remember...”
>She walks past you, heading down the path,
>”Y’all owe me.”

>Well... Shit. You now owe Applejack a favour. 
>A part of you foolishly thinks it won’t be anything sexual, but you know better than to think that. This is Applejack we’re talking about.
>You sigh, heading back to your home. What would you do now?
>She had you. There was no way out of this terrible situation.
>Perhaps you could have Cocoona disintegrate you before she called you over to ‘even the scales.’ 
>Yes. That could work. At least you’d know what heaven is like...
>You get home, taking a seat on in your armchair. You stay in your seat, silently thinking of a way to pay Applejack back without having to do... that. A thought comes to you, finally.
>You smile, putting your arm down from your weary chin. Yes... That’s what you’d have to do.
>It would have to work.
>For the world’s sake, it would have to work.

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