>Day 31 in Equestria
 
>Not your 31st day, silly.
>The specimen's!
>You're Twilight Sparkle, Celestia's number one student!
>Yep, thanks to some help from your crazy pink friend, you have an unconscious Anon in tow, lifting him with magic.
>This is so wonderful!
>You get to continue some of the wonderful research that Princess Celestia has designated you to do!
>You will, of course, be thorough.
>Simply opening him up isn't enough this time!
>Poking around a bit surely won't hurt.
>After some walking, you finally arrive at your wonderful tree-library-lab-house.
>A strange presence washes over you as you open your front door.
>A feeling like you're being watched...
>You shrug it off, walking inside.
>It's probably just Pinkie again.
>You could swear she sees everything.
 
>"Spiiiike!"
>You call to your faithful little assistant, who pitterpatters down the stairs.
>"Hey Twili-"
>He stops as soon as he sees Anon's still form.
>"Oh, it's...that time again."
>You nod proudly.
>Spike walks up, balling his claws into a fist and tapping his knuckles against Anon's ragdoll hand.
>"Silly, you know he can't react while unconscious!"
>He looks down to the floor.
>"I know..."
>Walking to the wall, he pulls a book out of a case, opening the secret door to your lab.
>You start down the flights, taking special care that Anon doesn't get injured on the way down.
>Gotta apply the anesthesia before you start hurting him!
>Well, at that point he won't feel a thing, so it won't be hurting him, right?
>Of course not!
>Completely justified reasoning.
>Eventually, with the help of Spike, you safely get Anon down the narrow stairwell.
>You lay him down on the metal operating table carefully.
>"Spike, prep him for surgery!"
>You order your small dragon friend as you start getting your tools ready.
>That feeling that someone's watching...
>...it's back...
>...Pinkie must want to watch this time!
 
>Meanwhile...
 
>That good fer nothin' Twilight's gone and kidnapped Anon again...
>You, Applejack, ain't gonna let her cut him open again!
>That old scar still hurts him.
>And BUCK anyone who wants to hurt him on purpose!
>Y'all don't give a buck about Celestia and 'er orders.
>Ya don't treat another p0ny...or person...like that!
>'Specially not Anon.
>Anon's been such a nice worker to have around.
>Granny hadn't been botherin' ya about findin' a stallion to rut.
>Applebloom always had someone to play with.
>He even shared drinks with ya, and gave you and your friends a night out!
>It's why ya went to his house tonight, to properly thank him for doing that.
>Another bottle of Applejack Daniels, you were sure he'd appreciate it.
>When ya got there, however...
>...he was floating away, thanks to a certain purple magic mare.
>And here ya are, standing in the doorway to her lab while Spike...
>...um...'preps him for surgery'...
>...which involves removing his clothes.
>You see Spike take his garments and bring them away from the operating table.
>Twilight's busy getting her tools...
>Now's yer chance!
>You prep the lasso, and give it a throw.
>It catches across his foot, yes!
>With a yank, he falls off the table, landing on the floor with a loud bang.
>Twilight flips around quickly, staring at the body on the floor, then following the rope to you.
>Uh oh.
 
>A while later...
 
>Day 31 in Equestria
 
>You wake up.
>Good morning!
>You sit up from your comfy pile of hay, stretching out a-
>Wait.
>Pile of hay?
>Opening your eyes, you look around.
>Yep.
>Applejack's barn.
>Looking down, you can see the aforementioned p0ny passed out in front of the barn door.
>Damnit all...
>However, that's not the worst thing.
>While looking down, you can't help but notice that your...
>...uh, 'soldier' is standing at attention this morning...
>Which means you aren't wearing anything.
>Not good.
>You stand up, careful not to wake the orange mare.
>Scanning the barn, it's confirmed.
>No clothes to be found.
>Fuuuuuuck.
>Alright, instead of flipping out that you wake up in AJ's barn like this...
>...again...
>...you resolve to leave.
>With no clothes, however, that's not going to be easy.
>Sure, p0nies may walk around naked, but you have something they don't!
>...shame.
>But you need to get out of here before she wakes up.
>You look around for something, anything practical to cover up with.
>...
>...That'll work.
 
>Grabbing Applejack's hat off her head, you slam it over your junk and book it out of the barn.
>Running away from the orchard, down the road...
>You think Applejack stuck he head out the barn.
>Ignore it, you have bigger issues to deal with!
>The town comes into view, as does it's inhabitants.
>It's not THAT early.
>You don't really have a choice, considering you have to bust through town to get to your house.
>Throwing caution to the wind, you hold the hat in place as you dash through town.
>A lot of ponies get a nice view of your ass as you run away.
>Somewhere in town, a mint colored p0ny faints.
>But you don't know that.
>All you know is that your house is close!
>Rounding the last corner past Sugarcube Corner, you can feel Pinkie's prying eyes as you rush into your house.
>It's too fucking creepy!
>Finally managing to get inside, you close the door behind you and lock it.
 
>Home sweet home!
>A p0ny free haven.
>Taking a minute to collect yourself, you place Applejack's hat on your head.
>...your OTHER head.
>It's where it's supposed to be placed.
>What a nice way to celebrate a month in this world, eh?
>A naked streak through town.
>*sigh*
>Fucking p0nies.
>Somep0ny has your clothes.
>Your good working pair too.
>Oh well.
>You change into a basic outfit.
>Black button-down shirt, blue jeans.
>You stand in front of a mirror.
>Not the best for working, but it's not like you have a job to do today.
>...the hat's nice though.
>You take it off and leave it in your room.
>Walking downstairs, you notice the cake on the table.
>And the note.
>THE NOTE.
>Fluttershy wanted you to repair something!
>Picking up the note, you once over it again to make sure.
>You can't say no to that.
>Bits are bits after all.
>Well, except if you get paid in fucking cake again.
>Or bird feed.
>Or whatever Fluttershy has over there.
 
>Speaking of the cake, you remember something peculiar about it...
>...
>...oh, right.
>It was fucking delicious!
>But cake isn't the best breakfast, for certain.
>You swipe an apple from your apple stash, and give it a bite.
>Mmmm~
>You don't want that delicious cake to go to waste, though.
>Packing it up in it's box, you decide to take it with you.
>Maybe Fluttershy likes cake.
>You pocket the note, to show Fluttershy you got it.
>Grabbing your toolbox, you head outside, fully clothed this time.
>Walking through town, you can still feel a few stares, likely run offs from your earlier outdoor expedition.
>Somewhere in town, a mint pony stares at you.
>"Aww..."
>But you don't know that.
>All you know is that Fluttershy asked for your repairing expertise.
>And you need bits.
>God damn you hope she pays with bits.
 
>After a bit of walking, you arrive near Fluttershy's cottage.
>You have to assume it is, at least.
>It's a quaint little place in the forest, and the animals all around are a dead giveaway.
>A bird even lands on your shoulder!
>It leaves quickly.
>Not before shrieking in your ears though.
>Damn birds.
>Walking up the dirt road, you approach the front door.
>*knock knock knock*
>A few seconds later, the door cracks open.
>"H-hello...?"
"Hey there."
>Realizing who it is, she opens the door completely.
>"Oh! Hello A-anon."
>She sports a smile, though half of it is hidden by her mane.
"You wanted something fixed?"
>She nods lightly.
>"Yeah, I'll show you..."
>Stepping outside the safety of her cottage, she walks around to the back yard.
>You follow instinctively.
>In the backyard, a plethora of animals.
>A myriad.
>A fucking TON.
>Zoos have nothing on this mare.
 
>It takes her a few minutes, but she manages to get all the animals to retreat into their homes.
>Except the chickens.
>Turns out the chicken coop is what needs fixing.
>"Okay little chickies, I need you to wait here while Anon fixes your home, okay?"
>All of 'em look up at her and nod.
>Except for one, it clucks around obnoxiously and doesn't stick with the flock.
>"Mister chicken, um, I need you to stay with your family..."
>It doesn't listen in the least.
>What happens next, you can't explain well.
>She stares at it.
>She just stares.
>You can only see the corner of her eyes from where you're standing.
>But god damn if it's not frightening.
>She stares the chicken down, and it freezes in it's tracks.
>It's like it's been hypnotized.
>Brainwashed.
>Scared to the point of rigor mortis.
>A few seconds pass, and the chicken silently returns to it's family.
>Whatever she just did to that chicken, you sure hope it never happens to you.
>"Okay Anon, it's ready!"
>Still stunned, you shake it off.
"Alrighty, I'll get started right away."
>Be damned if you give her a reason to stare at you.
 
>You inspect the chicken coop.
>It is certainly in need of repairs...
>It won't need any new wood for now, a bit of touching up will be fine.
>But first things first, it needs to be cleaned!
>With a few yanks from your hammer, your wrench off the top of the coop.
>Peering inside, you see what you expect.
>Eggs, Scootaloo, bird feed, hay...
>...
>"Hi, Anon!"
>...
>You put the roof back on the chicken coop.
>It can be cleaned out later.
>A few minutes pass, and Fluttershy comes out to see how you're doing.
>"How's the, uh, repair going?"
"Uhh...fine. But I think I found something strange in your coop."
>"Oh?"
>You walk her over to the coop and lift the roof.
>Eggs, bird feed, hay...
>...
>"Oh my, I missed some eggs!"
>She scoops them up with her hooves, taking them away.
>"Thank you so much!"
>Walking back into her house with the eggs, you just stare at the coop.
>It's been a weird fucking day.
 
>Eventually, the job is complete.
>A good job too, if you don't say so yourself.
>You even gave it a fresh coat of paint.
>Those chickens be living in luxury!
>Satisfied with your work, you call for Fluttershy.
"All done!"
>She trots outside, and gasps at your work.
>"Oh my..."
>That didn't sound positive.
"Is everything, alright?"
>She stares at the structure, speechless.
>Yikes, does she hate it that much?
>You thought the yellow and pink paint was a nice touch!
>What if you don't get paid?!?
>Ahh shit, way to fuck it up An-
>Your train of though it interrupted by a warm soft bundle of p0ny latching herself around you.
>"Thank you, thank you, thank you! It looks so good!"
>The usual shy mare is long gone.
>The sudden hug was surprising, but nice.
>Your work WAS appreciated.
>"...oh, I almost forgot!"
>Letting go, she rushes inside, and comes back out with a small bag.
>"Here, this is for everything..."
>Bits!
>Glorious bits.
>Man oh man, are you glad to see these.
"Awesome, thanks!"
>You bend down to grab the bag, and decide to give her a quick hug, to return the favor.
 
>Remembering you have a delicious Cake family cake with you, you decide to bring it up.
"Do you like cake?"
>You open up your large toolbox, the cake safely situated in it's own box.
>"It looks delicious, I would love a slice."
>You take your toolbox into the cottage, pulling the cake out and placing it on the counter.
>She grabs you a knife, and you cut her off a slice.
>Grabbing it happily, she can't help but notice...
>"No cake for you?"
"I'm not feeling particularly hungry."
>However, you do cut a second slice.
>You put it on a plate, to take home with you.
"You can keep the rest, consider it a thanks for my business!"
>"Not a problem at all, Anon...thank you so very much."
>At that, you take your leave.
>Making sure to swing by the backyard.
>As you walk by, you can't help but look at the chicken coop.
>...
>...you lay the slice of cake on the ramp leading into the coop.
>After staring at it for a few seconds, waiting for something to happen....
>...nothing does.
>With a shrug, you turn away and start walking.
>One glance back, and the cake slides into the coop with the help of an orange hoof.
>Knew it.
>Satisfied with that knowledge, you leave.
 
>Wait, you need your toolbox!
>Way to go, genius.
>Hey, I was busy tending to the chicken coop p0ny!
>What're you gonna do about that anyway?
>I dunno man, her friends didn't like to talk about it...
>Just leave it alone for now.
>STOP WITH THE INNER DIALOGUE, YOU NEED YOUR TOOLBOX.
>Walking back up the dirt road, you gently knock on Fluttershy's door.
>*knock knock*
>...
>...
>No answer.
>Did she go to sleep?
>It's only been a few minutes.
>*knock knock knock*
>...
>Still nothing.
>Dammit, you need that stuff.
>You try opening the door.
>Unlocked.
>You creak it open and step inside.
"Fluttershy?"
>She's passed out on the table, face first into her cake.
>...
>...and you thought Pinkie liked sweets.