Anon and Chrysalis Ch 13 - Act 2

The Marvellous Mishaps of Anon and Chrysalis

Chapter 13: We are Vegas

Act 2: When in Rome, do as the Romans. Shame this isn’t Rome.

 

>That afternoon, your train arrives at your desired destination.

>You all gather up your possessions and head out into the Las Pegasus train station.

>You take your first looks around the town.

>It’s nothing like Stone Falls which was more or less a grey Ponyville or the actual Ponyville.

>For one, the train station is much bigger, with numerous trains pulling in and out. There’s also dozens of ponies all around, doing various tasks.

>So this is what the big city is like for the little ponies...

>You clear out of the platform standing off to the side with your group. You predictably garner a number of stares from the city’s natives.

>You wonder who will cause the most uproar. You, Luna or Chrysalis.

>Probably Luna. You look down to Rainbow Dash.

“Alrighty then Rainbro, where’s the hotel we’re staying at?”

>Luna grunts in her displeasure. “The abode Rainbow Dash has chosen for us is far below our noble standards. We shall take you to a suitable residence!”

>Rainbow rolls her eyes, but doesn’t start up that argument again.

“Alrighty then Luna, lead the way.”

 

>And so she does. Despite never visiting the city before, Luna makes apparent her navigational skills.

>She takes you down numerous roads, getting you even more strange looks.

>Did your group really look that weird?

>Yes, Anonymous, it does.

>No one asked you, brain. Get back to the kitchen!

>Eventually Luna halts across from a very ornate, large and otherwise expensive looking hotel.

>You can feel a burning in your wallet already. Luna better be paying for this...

>Chrysalis actually seems impressed at the mighty multi-floor construction. “Impressive. That’s almost as good as the ones back home.”

>Luna rolls her eyes. “We are quite certain. Come, let us enter.”

>Your group files into the hotel, entering its lobby. It’s as ridiculously blinged out as one would expect.

>Luna regally trots up to the counter. It would probably be effective if her hair had its nightly shine.

>”Greetings fair sir!”

>The clerk looks up at her, blinking.

>”We are Princess Luna! We require residence at your fine hotel!”

 

>The clerk nods slowly, using his magic to fetch a number of keys off the rack. He also magically scribbles down ‘LUNA’ onto a number of spots on a reservation list.

>”Thank you, kind sir!”

>Luna snatches up the keys with her magic. She turns to you, smiling.

>”Shall we head upstairs?”

>Rainbow seems to be unable to stop staring at the keys. You poke her in the side, breaking her shocked gaze.

“Bro, you alright?”

>She shakes her head, “I don’t think so Anon. That’s the penthouse suite’s keys...”

>You just turn to Luna, your best pokerface in full force.

“Lead the way, Luna. This I’ve got to see.”

>Chrysalis gives the clerk a sideways glance as she walks past him.

>Indeed, one staircase trek later, you find yourself inside the Penthouse suite.

>They have pretty much everything you could want here. Score doesn’t even begin to describe it.

>You take a note to keep Luna on your side. While you aren’t big on her whole ‘become my mate pls’ thing, you can’t say no to all this free stuff.

>Derpy takes a seat on the big couch, feeling it up. “So soft...”

 

>You take a seat beside her, sharing her thoughts. This thing IS soft.

>You lean back in it, casually watching Derpy roll around on the fluffy furniture.

>Rainbow flies over, landing on the opposite side of you. She chuckles at Derpy’s antics.

>Derpy halts in her movements, her head landing in your lap. She looks up at you, smiling.

>”So, what are we gonna do first, Anon?”

“I dunno. What do you want to do?”

>She looks off, thinking. Her eyes as usual go off on their own paths.

>”I dunno. What do you want to do?”

>Oh Derpy, you silly filly. Chrysalis looks out the window toward the outside.

>”Hey, Rainbow Dash?”

>Rainbow looks over the top of the couch at her. “Yeah Chrys?”

>”You said you are Equestria’s fastest. Would you like to prove that?”

>Rainbow gets out her smug grin. “Are you challenging me to a race, Chrysalis?”

>Chrysalis laughs evilly. “Yes, Rainbow, I am.”

>Rainbow sprints off to her. “You’re on!”

>They trot off to stroke their bloated egos. Guess you’ve got some time to kill.

 

>Ditto and Pinkie take up a seat on the big fluffy couch, watching some fancy shows they don’t get back home.

>You however decide to acquaint yourself to the suite’s layout.

>Partially so you know where to go and partially so Luna can get some sleep.

>You find the bedrooms fairly quickly.

>There’s four of them in total, which you find a bit excessive, but whatever.

>You open up the furthest one from the suite’s entrance, taking a look inside. As you would guess, there’s a large bed. There’s also what appears to be a minifridge as well as a phone, undoubtedly for room service.

“Well, guess this one’s yours Luna. Why don’t you get some rest? We’ll come back to fetch you later tonight.”

>She nods slightly, stumbling towards the room. She turns to you, giving you a sweet smile.

>”Don’t keep us waiting too long...”

>Your planned response is interrupted as she pecks your cheek.

>She heads in and is asleep almost the minute she’s under the covers.

>You take a note to stop letting her get away with all those kisses. Chrysalis would probably kill both of you if she saw.

>Though you honestly aren’t sure if that would be preferable or not...

 

>You check out the other rooms, all of them having more or less the same setup.

>You quickly realize the problem that will create. You have seven ponies and four beds. Hm...

>On your way back to the others you try to figure out an optimal bedding plan. Hm...

>Well, Luna won’t use hers at night. Thus you could probably have Derpy use that one.

>Pinkie and Rainbow could share, probably.

>If not, then they’d get dumped with Derpy.

>Chrysalis would only share a bed with you, which isn’t going to happen, so that leaves you and Ditto sharing a bed. Hm.

>You take up your seat again, looking over at the show they are watching.

>You honestly have no idea what is going on. You glance over to Derpy.

“Uh hey... What exactly are we watching?”

>Derpy shrugs. “I dunno. Something about airships I think!”

>You glance back over to the screen. That ship doesn’t really look airworthy.

>In fact, you are 99.875% confident that it is a boat.

>You look over at Ditto and Pinkie. Pinkie has the remote, which explains our surreal entertainment.

>Ditto finds himself more or less lost in the magical land of Pinkie’s everything.

>Someone clearly knows not of the proper way to stare at mares.

 

>You make it through ten minutes of the ridiculous boat show before you decide that it’s full retard and try to change the channel.

“Pinkie, can we watch something else?”

>”How come Anon? Don’t you like boats?”

“Sure, if I’m inside one. But I’m not really big on how every little component of them works and how to make each component.”

>She sulks, “Well that’s too bad! I’m watching my boat show and you can’t stop me!” She sticks her tongue out at you.

>You roll your eyes, trying to get into the ridiculous TV show. Safe to say, it doesn’t work out.

“Anyone want something to drink?”

>Derpy shrugs. “Anything’s fine.”

>”Ooh! Get me a Piña Colada!” You raise an eyebrow at her... unique suggestion. She doesn’t elaborate, so you turn to Ditto.

>”Uh... Yes! One of those!”

>You think of telling Ditto that a Piña Colada is alcoholic, but don’t care enough to bother. You’ll just get him a non-alcoholic one.

>No one would ever know!

 

>You get up, heading to the room service phone. You hadn’t noticed but there’s a good deal of these.

>You pick it up, pressing the solitary ‘room service’ button.

>”Hello, this is room service. How may we help you?”

“Uh hey...”

>You position yourself so your back is to your group.

“Do you think you could get us four Piña Coladas up here? Make one of them non-alcoholic, by the way.”

>”Sure thing, we’ll be right up.”

>You hang up the phone, satisfied. You weren’t sure if they’d even have those here. But then again, it is Vegas.

>Well, technically it’s not. But whatever, close enough.

>You head back to your seat, but there’s a knock on the door the second you sit down. Sighing, you get back up.

>Outside the door is a green unicorn, though thankfully not Lyra. He’s got a tray with him, full of Piña Coladas.

“Oh, hey. Thanks for the stuff.”

>He silently nods, pushing the cart in past you. Your seated companions quickly spot the stuff, getting up to fetch their wonderful beverages.

>Within five minutes you are all sitting back in your seats with fresh Piña Coladas. You take a sip.

>...Unfortunately, yours is the non-alcoholic one. You slowly turn to Ditto.

 

>Who has pretty much finished his drink. He’s already swaying in his seat.

>Well, absolute fuck. You should have just gotten all of them non-alcoholic...

>Pinkie just giggles, watching the show. She leans back in her seat, mimicking Lyra’s sitting position.

>Ditto leans onto her, already shitfaced beyond repair. Pinkie laughs, pulling him into a hug.

“Uh Pinkie?”

>She turns to you cheerfully, “What’s up Anon?”

“Yeah, Ditto kind of got an alcoholic one. Might want to uh... be careful about that.”

>She blinks, slowly looking the commander in the eyes.

>He smiles stupidly at her, letting out a short giggle of his own.

>Alcohol really does a 180 to Changelings. Your mind brings back up the prospect of a Changeling party with spiked punch.

>You shudder, preferring to have not recalled such destructive ideas.

>”Uh Ditto? You alright?”

>”Hehe... Pinkie Pie why are you so pink?”

>Derpy shuffles closer to you, worried. “Is he always like this?”

“If he’s drunk? Pretty much. That stuff is pretty much a drug to Changelings. Chrysalis is just as bad.”

>She nods, understanding. Ditto lets out a silly laugh at a joke Pinkie had just told him.

>You for one didn’t find it particularly funny.

 

>After observing Ditto the multiple times he’s gotten drunk, you’ve determined that there are certain differences between them.

>Unfortunately, all of them have one thing in common: Ditto will go after anything that moves.

>Whether or not that includes Chrysalis has yet to be seen.

>Either way, Ditto is pulling all the stops to get either Pinkie or Derpy to go for him. Safe to say it’s not working.

>Pinkie is at least mildly going with it though, if only to keep him busy.

>”Come on Pinkie, let’s go party!”

>”But we’re already partying silly! See?” She holds up her glass, shaking it.

>Ditto frowns, not convinced. “Correct! But this party is not on... uhm.. The level! Yes!”

>Pinkie giggles at his antics. He’s definitely amusing to watch. You aren’t even paying attention to the boat show anymore.

>”Well how would we get this party to ‘the level’ Ditto?”

>He gives her his version of the bedroom eyes. Considering his normal drunk expression is half lidded, it’s not all that effective.

>”We need to go deeper, Pinkie!”

>Derpy groans. “Anon, is there an easier way to get him to stop?”

“Well, you could give him more alcohol.”

>She gives you a disturbed look. She probably thought you were spewing heresy.

>You, quite notably, are not.

 

>You take Derpy’s drink, which she barely even got through.

“Hey Ditto, come here for a sec?”

>He looks over at you. “Hm? Why? Wait I know why! You want me to get away from Pinkie Pie!”

>He pulls her into a tight hug, Pinkie yelping in surprise.

>”No! You cannot have her! She is mine! I have claimed her for the Empire!”

>You and Derpy both just stare at him.

>”Haha! Victory!” His wings start buzzing as he takes off with Pinkie in tow.

>She gives you an awkward glance from her position in Ditto’s arms.

“Ditto, cut that out. Put Pinkie down and drink this.”

>He shakes his head in defiance. “Never!”

>He does a strange aerial maneuver, somehow getting Pinkie on his back between his wings. He buzzes off towards what appears to be the balcony.

>You get up, Derpy right behind as you chase after the fiendish villain.

>You really aren’t paid enough for this shit...

>Outside is not a balcony like you expected. It’s actually an entire back area that you never bothered to look at.

>There’s even a pool.

 

>Luckily the entire outside area has a wired dome all around it, so Ditto can’t just fly off into God knows where.

>Probably for the best. Drunk driving is already bad. Just imagine drunk flying.

>He floats as far as he can away from you, hovering above the center of the pool.

“Ditto, come on. Stop being a scrub and drink this. It’s good!”

>”Never! You have poisoned it so you can take Pinkie away!”

>Pinkie shakes her head. “Oh Ditto...”

>You look down towards your grey assistant.

“Any ideas, Derpy? I’d prefer not getting wet if it’s at all possible.”

>”I could probably fly toward him, but I don’t think I’m fast enough to catch him...”

“Even while he has Pinkie on his back?”

>She nods sadly. Hm. What else could you do?

You spot a bucket off in the corner of your unexpected backyard.

“Hey Derpy, get me that bucket.”

>She nods, flying over and fetching it. You take it from her and fill it with water from the pool.

>Ditto growls dangerously at you. “What do you think you are doing?”

“Getting you all wet.”

 

>You splash the bucket towards him, catching him off guard.

>With his wings wet, he loses pretty much all flight capabilities, falling into the pool below.

>That quite effectively separates him from Pinkie Pie, who floats off in a different direction.

>Some fishing later, you manage to get both of them out of the pool.

>Ditto is understandably quite pissed.

“Don’t be mad Ditto, your mane looks great!”

>You give him a half-assed thumbs up, but he just glares at you further.

>Derpy returns with two towels from the bathroom. She passes them to them, who begin to dry off.

>You all return to the inside. Ditto is luckily sobering up, though he’s still upset.

>He almost looks cute with that pouty sulk of his. Almost.

>Pinkie pokes him in the belly, giggling.

>”Oh don’t be upset Ditto! It was just a little water.”

>”I do not like water.”

>Derpy chimes in. “But Ditto, you’re 70% water!”

>Ditto raises an eyebrow at her then looks down at his hooves.

>”Then I do not like 70% of myself either.”

>Save Ditto himself, you all share a laugh at his antics. Good ol’ Ditto.

 

>Half an hour later the stupid boat show finally finished.

>You’d demand your time back, but according to Derpy the channel is based in Fillydelphia. Fuck.

>You rise up, stretching your arms out a bit. The telltale pop of a cracked joint rings out and you are ready to go.

>You look down at your grey partner, messing up her hair with your hand.

“Well, Chrys clearly isn’t coming back anytime soon. Let’s go do something?”

>Ditto yells out randomly, “I know what I would like to do!”

>You chuckle, shaking your head.

“Don’t you mean who, Ditto?”

>”Silence! You will never understand our love!”

“Alright Ditto. Pinkie, will you be okay with him like this?”

>Pinkie nods, glancing naughtily back at the officer. “Yep! I’ll keep him busy, no worries!”

“Alright. Well, guess we’ll see you two later tonight.”

>Pinkie nods, turning and promptly pushing the changeling onto his back. He yells out in surprise.

>Pinkie positions her face right above his crown jewels but pauses.

>She shoots you and Derpy an annoyed look. “Well I’m not starting with you watching! Shoo!”

 

>You snatch up a spare key before you head out. The hallways are noticeably empty, though this is the top floor.

>You look down at Derpy who is blushing furiously.

“Yeah let’s give them some space. Wanna go check out that muffin thing?”

>Her blush breaks down as you mention muffins. “Yeah! That’d be great!”

>One trek down a staircase later, you are out in the city of Las Pegasus proper. You take a look about.

>From where you’re standing, there isn’t much to see. A good number of other hotels and apartments line the main path.

>From what you remember of the city map, you need to head away from the train station to find anything interesting.

>Derpy close behind, you make your way deeper into the great city of Las Pegasus.

>You pass by many more residential complexes, mostly apartments. There are a few paths leading out of the city properly, likely into more suburban areas.

>It’s a lot like the cities back home, really. Just without as much crime.

>That’s fine though.

>The ponies staring at you more than make up for it.

>Luckily they don’t do anything more than stare, so you continue on your merry way.

 

>The commercial district of Las Pegasus is very different from its residential sibling.

>Once you got a good ways in, the city began to look much more like the Las Vegas you expected it to be.

>Numerous stores, small time casinos and other constructs littered the streets.

>And each of them of course have their own neon signs to make themselves stand out against each other.

>You notice how much darker things have gotten since you entered this part of town. Looking up, you see a massive cloud formation blocking out the sun.

>That’s probably the cloud city part of Las Pegasus, you conclude.

“So, any idea where that big bakery place is?”

>Derpy does a thinking pose, trying to remember where the bakery is.

>”I think it was this way!”

>She flies off in pursuit of her muffins. You quickly follow her.

>She makes numerous twists and turns down a plethora of pathways.

>You decide to just roll with it.

>Who knows, you might find something even better along the way!

 

/Meanwhile, at the Hotel.../

>Pinkie Pie sighs happily, lying on the chest of her changeling friend.

>Said changeling, Commander Ditto is fast asleep, having been more or less spent thanks to Pinkie’s antics.

>Pinkie looks up at the stallion’s face, noting how content he is.

>”Oh Ditto...” She shakes her head, fairly chill.

>Despite his faults, she knows there’s at least the possibility of a relationship to be had. She’d just have to squeeze it out of him.

>It didn’t hurt that he had a big dick either.

>She giggles, poking the flaccid organ.

>However, just then the doorbell rings out, breaking her focus. She frowns in thought.

>”I guess Rainbow is back. Better let her in!”

>She gets off the couch, heading towards the doorway.

>She opens it up, expecting to see her friends, Rainbow and Chrysalis

>However, what she found was the last thing she expected.

>”Inkie? Blinkie? What are you two doing in Las Pegasus?”

 

/Back to Anonymous/

>One hour of aimless wandering later, you had arrived.

>Before you is a very large bakery, which produced a wide variety of baked goods for the ponies of Las Pegasus and elsewhere.

>Derpy smiles giddily at the large building.

>She turns to you. You figure she’s about to ask if you want to head in, so you nod.

>She flies off towards the building, you walking right behind her.

>You walk inside, spotting a good number of ponies all around, eating various foods.

>There are even a few gryphons in here. Clearly they have some damn good bread.

>Or maybe some non-vegetarian sandwiches...

>Either way, they’d managed to attract non-ponies to their wonderful store. If anything shows they are successful, that does.

>You walk up to the counter, which has a blue Unicorn in charge. Fittingly, his cutie mark is a loaf of bread.

“Hello my friend, how are you?”

>He smiles at you, though you can sense it’s at least partially forced. “I am well, friend. How may I help you?”

>Derpy sums it up quite well. “We want to try your muffins!”

 

>”You want to try our muffins?”

“Yes.”

>He raises an eyebrow at you, curious.

>”You realize we have many types of muffins, yes?”

“Yes. We’d like to try them.”

>You pull out your wallet, waving it in front of him.

“All of them.”

>He smiles awkwardly as he spots Derpy’s almost crazed stare.

>You don’t get between that mare and her muffins, bro. You just don’t.

>”I’ll uh... put in an order for two of every type. If you’ll excuse me...”

>He turns back, heading into the kitchen behind him, likely to place the order.

>You tap Derpy, who follows you to the various seats.

>Turns out, pretty much all of them have someone sitting in them. You spot a booth with a lone cyan mare sitting in it.

>Maybe she wouldn’t mind sharing?

>You walk up to her booth, stealing the seat across from her. Derpy takes the other.

>She looks up at you from her newspaper, raising an eyebrow.

“Hey there. Mind if we steal these seats?”

 

>The pony grunts, “I guess. Fine.”

>You sit by waiting on the bakers to fetch your muffins. A different pony, this one a green mare, takes his place, taking a few orders.

>”What are you anyway, mister?”

>Oh good. Time to explain this shit once again.

“I’m a human. For simplicity’s sake, let’s just say I’m a big monkey. Alrighty?”

>She shrugs, “If you say so.”

>You spend a few more minutes in silence. A handful of ponies come and go before the blue stallion returns. He’s not alone this time.

>Behind him is a larger red stallion. He is wearing a big chef hat.

>His cutie mark is a big muffin with sparkles around it. Guess he’s the muffin man?

“Hello good sir. Do you have our muffins?”

>Derpy smiles happily at the prospect of getting her precious baked goods.

>”No, I do not have your muffins. Your order cannot be serious. Do you have any idea how many muffins you are asking us to make?”

>You actually haven’t a damn clue.

“Nope, but we want them anyway, right Derpy?”

>She nods her head quickly, “Yes! Bring us the muffins!”

 

>The chef rolls his eyes, not believing you are serious.

>Who the hell does he think you are?

“Well? Get our muffins. I assure you, we can eat all of them.”

>”Is that a fact?”

“Yes, it is. In fact, I bet we can eat every single muffin you can send out.”

>He glares at you, “Oh really? And what do you wager, Mister Ape Thing?”

>Oh boy, gambling already and you aren’t even in a casino yet. Great.

“Here’s my wager: if we can eat all your muffins, they’re free. If we can’t, then I’ll pay double whatever they’re worth. Sound good?”

>The chef laughs, “Thank you for your cash. I’ll get you your muffins.”

>He walks back into the kitchen with his assistant. You smile successfully, having secured a free meal.

>”Uh, Mister?”

>You look over to the other pony across from you, as does Derpy.

“Yes?”

>”You do realize that Chef Bluffin has developed over a hundred different types of muffins, correct? Do you really think you can eat that many?”

>You gulp, not expecting that at all.

“I’ll have to.”

 

>An hour and 238 muffins later, you had successfully fucked Chef Bluffin Muffin’s shit.

>Despite your stomach screaming at you for putting so much shit inside it, the look on his stupid face when you finished the last one made it all worth it.

>It’s his own damn fault for making the muffins smaller to ‘save on materials.’

>And look where it got him. He’s out a bucketload of bits. Bitch didn’t know, clearly.

>Victorious, you and Derpy both get out from your seats, waddling through the crowd that had formed around you.

>You exit the establishment, heading over to that park you saw some time before. Derpy is right behind you the entire way.

>You take a seat on a bench, relaxing while the excessive amount of food you ate settles and digests.

>Derpy lands beside you, this time avoiding your lap.

>Probably because you’re in public and because your stomach is bulging out a good deal. You almost consider unzipping your pants.

>Almost.

>However, your relaxation doesn’t last long as you hear a strange trotting toward you. It doesn’t sound like a normal pony.

>You turn to the source of noise, but what you see isn’t anything you would expect.

 

>It’s the mare from the bakery, that much is certain. Same face and whatnot.

>She even has the newspaper inside a saddlebag.

>But now that you have a full view, she’s clearly not any type of pony you’ve seen before.

>Somehow you hadn’t even noticed the differences. Her fore hooves aren’t actually hooves at all, instead being some sort of flipper. Her hind legs end with similar constructs.

>Her tail also more or less connects entirely with her body, looking much more like a fish’s than an actual horse’s tail.

>There’s also a number of slits in the sides of her neck. Gills?

>What the fuck are you looking at?

>”Uh, hey again Mister...”

“Anonymous.”

>”Huh. Right. I just wanted to ask you something?”

>You shrug. Sure, why the fuck not?

“Go for it.”

>”How the hell did you do that?”

>She sure is blunt. It reminds you of yourself actually. The world needs more blunt horses.

“Magical human powers.”

>She rolls her eyes, not buying for a second. Derpy smiles, “Humans are really magical! Trust me!”

>”Is that a fact? You his girlfriend then?”

>She blushes, shaking her head in denial.

“I don’t roll that way Miss. Who are you anyway? Never got the name.”

>”You can call me Pure Life.”

 

>Pure Life snatches up a seat beside Derpy.

>You all sit about for a few minutes in silence.

>You won’t be moving around for a good while. At least, not until these damn pastries clear your stomach.

>Pure Life seems to have figured that much out and decides to try distracting you from the pain in your gut. Oh god, let’s never do this again, alright guys?

>Your various organs agree with you. “So, uh, Anonymous. Something tells me you are new around here...”

“Yeah, I’m definitely no native.”

>Derpy nods, “Yeah we’re from Ponyville! Its waaay down south from here!”

>She nods, but probably hasn’t the slightest clue where Ponyville is.

>”Well, uh, welcome to Las Pegasus, I guess. How were the muffins?”

>Derpy rolls her eyes, “Mediocre at best. I can make better muffins in my sleep!”

“She’s not kidding, by the way. She can really into muffins.”

>She blinks at your peculiar word choice, eventually deciding to just nod and be done with it.

“So, Pure Life, what are you gonna do now? Just curious, that is. I’m cool if you want to just chill here with us.”

>She shrugs, “Well, I really don’t have anything better to do. Sure.”

“Just one question I’ve got to ask, though.”

>”Oh sure, go for it.”

“What the fuck are you anyway?”

 

>Pure Life didn’t take any offense to your blunt inquiry and instead went into a long drawn out story about who and what she is.

>From what you managed to absorb, she’s a sea pony, which usually live by, yep, you guessed it, the sea.

>That explained the gills and fish tail.

“Well, I’m capable of advanced movements once again. Where to, Derpy?”

>She shrugs, “I dunno. Any ideas Lifey?”

>”...Pure Life, please. And as for places to check out, that really depends on what you like doing. We’ve got dozens of casinos if you’re big on losing thousands of bits.”

“Ha, losing bits. You just don’t how to play it right.”

>”Is that fact? Well, I know a good one we can go to right now.”

>You get up, prepared to wreck another pony’s shit.

“Lead the way, my little pony.”

>You all get up, prepared to walk off to gamble away some money, or in your case, make a shitload of it.

>Unfortunately, you are interrupted by a bright flash of light above you.

>You turn towards the source of the light.

>”Anonymous! Thou did not awaken us as promised! For shame!”

 

“Nice to see you too, Luna. What’s up?”

>Pure Life shakily bows once she spots the Night Princess.

>Probably more out of fear than respect, though, to Luna’s chagrin.

>”We were awakened recently by an associate of Ms. Pie. Why did you not come for us?”

“Busy with muffins.”

>Derpy nods, “Yeah! We had to eat lots of muffins!”

>The Princess raises an eyebrow at this, seemingly about to inquire further on your activities.

>She eventually thinks better of it and changes the subject.

>”We see. Well, it is in our best interest to return to the hotel posthaste!”

“Really now? What’s going on at the hotel? Dashie get stuck in a window?”

>She rolls her eyes, “We have been asked not to enlighten thou on the specifics. Come.”

>She turns away, marching off, most likely back to your hotel.

>Shrugging, you head off after her. Derpy is right behind you.

>At the bench, you check behind you to see Pure Life just standing around.

“Well? Don’t you want to come see what Luna wants?”

>”I... Uh...”

“Don’t keep her majesty waiting!”

 

>Luna leads you back down into residential Las Pegasus, ending up at the hotel fairly soon.

>Luna’s regal presence scares off pretty much all the commoners, keeping the path clear for you.

>Clearly someone was getting the respect they deserved... was probably what she was saying about that.

>Poor Luna couldn’t make a friend to save her life.

>In fact, if Twilight hadn’t bothered introducing you on that one nightmare night, you would have never met at all.

>You aren’t sure if you want to be thanking Twilight or strangling her for her actions. Probably a bit of both.

>Soon enough though, you are back outside the hotel. Everything seems more or less fine.

“So, what exactly did Pinkie want anyhow? I’d like to know in advanced if there’s a surprise party waiting for me.”

>The Night Mare looks over to you, “Why would thou expect a surprise party?”

“Well it is my [spoiler]DATA EXPUNGED[/spoiler] day in Equestria. Surely there’s some reason to celebrate.”

>Derpy pulls you into a friendly hug, pretty much out of nowhere. “Congratulations Anonymous!”

>Pure Life just shakes her head, “Your friends are weird, Anon.”

“It’s better that way.”

 

>You walk into the hotel lobby with your many friends. You instantly note how different it looks.

>For one, there are all sorts of decorations scattered about, from balloons to streamers to what have you.

>Your aquatic ally is the first to comment, “What’s going on in here?”

>Your intuition screams a Pinkie Party. Derpy seems to share your thoughts, “I think Pinkie is throwing a party.”

>”SURPRISE!”

>You all jump at the unexpected loud noise from your right. Pinkie is there, wearing a party hat and everything.

>Yep, definitely a Pinkie Pie party. Fuck.

>However, the pink party pony is not on her own. Flanking her is the good old Commander Ditto, who is clearly sober from his stable stance.

>Rainbow Dash is on her other side, though she seems a bit down.

>So where’s Chrysalis at?

>”Come right on in! All the over guests are right over that way!”

>Pinkie points towards a doorway on the right wall of the lobby. You can see some flashing lights coming out from under the door.

>Shame you don’t have your ear muffs...

>Oh well. Maybe it’ll be some good music for once.

 

>You can’t really tell if you like the music being played.

>It’s, well, loud. Very loud. In fact it’s so loud you can’t even really tell what is being played.

>Regardless, the DJ up front is enjoying herself, so no need to kick her off her high horse.

>You sit back, chilling on one of the assorted chairs.

>You don’t even recognize half the ponies partying it up in here, but you figure they are from the hotel itself, or maybe the streets.

>Eventually your eardrums say enough is enough, so you try to get out of the noisy room of noise.

>You sigh in relief as you exit, finally free from the ear rape.

>Regardless of Pinkie’s efforts to focus the party in the dining hall, there’s clearly a huge amount of spill-out.

>There’s a good twenty ponies derping it up in the lobby.

>In fact, you actually recognize a few of them. You head over two a distinctive pair of horned equines.

“Shining Armor? Princess Cadance? What are you doing in Las Pegasus?”

>They blink, turning to you. “Anonymous? Hey there! We could ask you the same thing.”

>The duo smile brightly at you, happy to see you again.

>Clearly they hope to maintain good relations.

>Well, no need to say no to such nice royalty.

 

>You give them the basic rundown of why you are in town.

>They seem pretty content with your answer.

>”Well, once you’re back in Ponyville, think you could let Twiley know we said hi?”

“Sure thing, Shining.”

>You go your separate ways, more or less relaxed.

>You innocently fetch a glass of punch from the bowl set up for the distribution of such liquids.

>You take a sip, not tasting anything out of order. Well, at least the ponies are nice enough not to spike everything.

>Either way though, the party goes more or less as you’d expect. Ponies danced, partied and played.

>You go back into the very loud room, finding your friends sitting off around a table.

>Are those card games? Better go wreck their shit.

>However, before you do, you get a refill of your punch.

>This shit is pretty bloody good! You make a note to ask Pinkie for the ingredients later.

>You arrive at the table, but Chrysalis glares at you and your punch.

>”What is this? Not getting us our fill?”

“Well excuse me, Princess!”

>You head back, getting everyone their own glass. Everything is going great.

>You take a sip of your refill, smiling. But something isn’t right. The world begins to sway.

>You just barely notice Inkie sitting back with her sister.

>”Enjoy the party. I sure will.”