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>Be “The Times of Anon Sparkle Ch1: Happiest days of your life” in Equestria
>Be Anon Sparkle, beloved son of Twilight Sparkle
>And today, you were feeling good
>Last month you got your cutie mark, a book surrounded by some awesome stars!
>Mom said you could have a cutinceanera party if you didn’t misbehave like you normally do for a whole month
>And boy did you stay on your best behavior for the entire month!
>You made sure breakfast was made before mom got up everyday
>The apartment was always cleaned right after you got home from school
>You never made a sound when mom was home and stayed out of her way
>No bothering mom about dinner
>Even when you were really hungry
>And you were even careful enough to feed yourself
>Peanut butter and celery was awesome!
>…Except when you spilled a glob on the floor and spent three hours cleaning it…
>…and you accidentally burned your mouth on the blue floor cleaning liquid stuff
>But that was okay! You are a big colt now!
>You managed to flush and bandage the wound without making a noise!
>And when you did mess up that one time and ruined one of her library books in a puddle
>When she yelled at you for not having enough bits to replace it
>And dragged you home to use that stick…
>…hopefully she won’t count that…
>You weren’t trying to make her angry, it’s just that you were too clumsy and stupid
>You wish you were a better son sometimes
 
>Rubbing your bruised neck you let out a sigh
>But that’s all okay now!
>Because today is the last day before the month is up and you can have your party!
>There aren’t really a lot of ponies at school you can invite
>Most of them just left you alone in the back of the class
>Unless they wanted to make fun of you
>Or copy off of your homework
>But you still had some friends, sort of
>Grandma and Grandpa would probably come to visit
>And maybe uncle Shining also, but he was usually very busy, so maybe not
>You took a moment to think of who else you can invite
>There was that pink mare who threw you a birthday party once
>…But mom doesn’t like her at all and won’t allow her to come
>There was that Twist girl in class, she was sort of friendly to you
>…But she would probably laugh at you if you asked her to come over
>Oh! That Apple girl you hung out with a while ago, you could ask her!
>…Except you got mad at her when she called your mom “that librarian who’s always mean and dun talk to nobody because she’s a shut-in”
>She wasn’t mean!
>She was the nicest and best mom anyone could have!
>She got you food, gave you hugs, and watched over you!
>Applebloom was wrong, and you knew it-
>*SLAM*
 
>Mom’s home
>Her voice was soaked with anger
>”-Thirteen Celestia-darned years! And what? Letting me go because of some stupid girl from Canterlot needs a place to stay!”
>You peaked out from behind the corner
“What’s wrong mom?”
>You asked as you took her bags and hat
>She glares at you, and you don’t like that look means
>”Trixie Lunamoon!”
“Who?”
>You flinch as she waves her hooves in the air
>”TRIXIE BUCKING LUNAMOON! Celestia’s personal student”
>Venom dripped off the last two words
>”Celestia just sent a royal messenger to inform me that this Trixie is going to be moving here!”
>Confusion strikes you
“Someone is moving in with us? I don’t think there-“
>”No! She’s moving to Ponyville! And guess what she’s going to be doing?”
>”She’s going to be the new librarian!”
“But aren’t you the librarian?”
>”WAS!” She slams her hoof on the ground, making you jump back and chirp a little ‘eep’
>”Thirteen years I was in charge of that tree! I know where every book goes, every category, every serial number.”
>”Do you know what they said my last task was?”
>Shaking your head she continued
>”To ‘clean out the second floor and prepare it as her bedroom.’ Are you kidding me!?”
>”I could have lived there instead of wasting thirteen years of bits on this dump!?”
>”ARGH!”
>For the next few moments she stomped around with her teeth clenched and eyes closed
>Her mane was messier than usual, and she her coat was in bad need of a brushing
>Then she stopped and looked straight at you
>”This is all your fault!”
 
>Your heart sank and adrenaline raced
>What? What did you do wrong?
>As your mind raced for anything that you messed up on, you remained calm
>Sometimes she said stuff she didn’t mean, this could be one of those times
>Or, if she does mean it…
>Experiences played out in your head
>Don’t apologize unless you know what for, otherwise she will get even angrier
>Fix or clean whatever is wrong, if you can
>Don’t cry until after she hits you
“M-Mom?”
>”If you weren’t here then I would still be Celestia’s student”
>”*I* would be the one who grew up in Canerlot”
>”*I* would be learning magic from the Princess”
>”*I* would be the one moving into the library”
>”But…”
>Her anger left her face as it was quickly replaced by a sadness
>…What am I going to do?”
>She collapses on the floor and starts a silent sob
>”My job… I loved my job… I could sit and read all day…”
>”And money! We don’t have anything saved up that would last us…”
>You can see a few drops trail from her eyes
>”Those books… they…”
>She rolls onto her back
>”I could lose myself in them for hours. I didn’t have to be some poor mare stuck with a kid in a dead-end job. I could be anything…”
>Her voice becomes weak as she gives out little gasps
>”An adventurer who explores lost tombs, a femme fatale out to capture a prince, a… student of… of… Pr… Princess…”
>She quivers as more tears start to form, unable to finish her thought
>”I… could have been somep0ny…”
>”But… now…”
>She pauses and takes a breath, as she stares at the ceiling
>”No money, no job, no books”
>”Stuck in a two room shanty above a sofa shop where everything from the toilets to roof leak…”
>She sits up and starts walking to a small mirror near the front door
>”But at least I won’t have to worry about this crappy apartment in a few weeks though… ha...ha...”
>She is still crying, but smiling now, as she gives herself a once over in the mirror
>”Ha… haha… HAHAHA… No bits no problem! Hahahahaha”
>Her crying was mixed with her laughter
>”Of course! And I know all of the colts would be tripping over themselves to ask me out now!”
>Wiping some of her tears and snot with her hoof, she then tried to flatten her mane
>”Yea… look at me!”
>”Single unemployed mare with a kid and not a single bit to her name. HAHAHAhahaha..ha…ha…”
>She breaks and collapses into a mound of sobbing
 
“Mom…”
>You audibly swallow and sit down next to her side
“Mom… it’s okay… at least we still have each other, right?”
>She snaps her head up and looks at you
>In an instant she goes from despair to rage to pity
>Then, she sits up and grabs you in a hug
>”…Anon… just…”
>”I love you, but I need some time alone”
“But mom, we can find a way. It’s like the Daring Doo books”
>You hug her back
>”Anon…”
“Even when it seems hopeless, POW! She finds a way!”
>”Anon”
“Like the time she got caught by that griffon who was going to eat her…”
>”Anon!”
“But she managed to outsmart him and get away, so then she-“
>”ANON! SHUT UP! This isn’t some stupid story… Just… go away. I need some time to think”
>With a shove you stumbled backwards and fell
>You knew when your mom needed space, and now was one of those times
 
>Be 3 hours later
>You stayed in your little corner of a room
>As you heard mom sobbing
>It wasn’t that bad, you think
>After the first half hour she got up and went to her room to cry
>Then an hour after that she went to the kitchen and took out her bottle of wine
>You, however, were doing just fine
>Like before when you had to stay silently in your room, you just looked at things
>The three books you own, the little light bulb on the ceiling, the once-blue sheets over your bed
>Cracks on the wall, water damage on the floor, some kind of mold growing in the corner
>…
>You were hungry
>Hearing mom talk to herself you figure she’s back in her room
>So now was the best time to get some food
>Creeping into the kitchen you looked around
>There wasn’t much that you could make
>But you weren’t too picky
>First a plate from the cabinet
>Then bread from the breadbox
>Lettuce and carrots from the pantry
>Jam from the icebox-
>*Sniff Sniff*
>On second thought, no jam
>As you balanced the plate on the counter and put the food on it, you slowly spun around looking for somethi-
>*CRASH*
>Ohhhhh horseapples
>Before you had a chance to clean up your dinner from the floor, you heard
>”ANON! WHAT WAS THAT!?”
 
>Before you knew it her door swung open and she began shouting at you
>You instinctively backed into a corner
“I-I can clean it up! Just-“
>Her eyes focused on the broken plate of food on the ground, and then onto yours
>She had a slight stumble in her step as she walked towards you
>An empty wine bottle levitated next to her
>”A plate? DIDN’T I JUST SAY THAT WE WERE SHORT ON BITS?”
>”AND NOW YOU’RE WASTING FOOD AND BREAKING CRAP!”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please! I can-“
>*THUNK*
>The wine bottle smacked you in the side of the head, sending you sprawling onto the floor
>As you lay there, you think you can feel something wet leak from your ear
>”WHY?”
>She leans in and starts yelling at you
>”I NEVER ASKED FOR THIS! WHY CAN’T YOU BEHAVE LIKE ALL OF THE OTHER FOALS?! WHY?”
“imsorryimsorryimsorry”
>As she yelled and you pleaded she began to smack you with her hoof
>The taste of copper filled your mouth as the smell of wine on her breath invaded your nose
>”FIRST I LOSE MY BUCKING JOB”
>*SMACK*
>”THEN IN A MONTH WE ARE GOING TO LOSE OUR HOME”
>*SMACK*
“imsorryimsorryimsorry”
>”NOT TO MENTION HOW WE ARE GOING TO FEED OURSELVES”
>*SMACK*
>”NO BOOKS”
>*SMACK*
“sorrysorrysorry”
>”NO MONEY”
>*SMACK*
“…sorry…sorry”
>”NO COLTFRIEND”
>*SMACK*
“…s…sorry…”
>”ARE YOU TRING TO MAKE ME MISERABLE!?”
>*SMACK*
>”HUH?”
“…s….s….”
>She pauses
 
>For a while she stares at you
>Her hoof drops to her side
>You were on the floor, in the fetal position, shaking
>Twilight was standing over you, breathing heavily
>Her eyes travelling along your body
>It seemed like an eternity you two stayed in that position before she spoke
>”Why do you make me do these things?”
>”I try and try to take care of you…”
>She nudges you over to your back and swats away your legs
>She sighs as she levitates out a pack of ice and a bandage from around the house
>”It’s hard… I can’t be there for you all the time…”
>”Sometimes I need someone to be there for me…”
>A caress from her hoof, bandages around your face, an ice pack on the side of your head
>”All I ask, is that you don’t do these things that make my life any more difficult”
>With a hug she brings herself down to you, and nuzzles your face
>The smell of wine floods your senses
>You are sorry you can’t behave, but you can’t help it
>You ruin everything…
>As she ends her nuzzling, her eyes meet yours
>And travel down your body
>A slur in her voice, a shift in her inflection
>”…Maybe for once you can take care of me…”
 
>With a gentle pull you were lifted up to her
>And your mouths met
>It was a quick kiss, just a touch of the lips
>Before she pushed your head down to her crotch
>”Just lick here…”
>You started to lick a warm fleshy slit
> You were scared and worried, but she seemed to like it
>”Nuuhh… More… Inside”
>Complying, you wiggled your tongue inside and tried to do more, but you had no idea what you were doing
>A musky, somewhat unpleasant taste filled your mouth
>Which only intensified as she lifted her hips off the ground and pushed your face deeper into her crotch
>After calming down a bit she laid you on your back and moved her hips over yours
>”I-I need this. So do you! Just…”
>She grabbed your member and began to massage it
>Each touch of her hooves sent electricity through your nerves
>Once you felt hot enough she placed it against her slit
>And slowly lowered her hips
>You were engulfed by a wet warmness that feels…
>Good? Odd? Scary? Thrilling?
>You don’t know, but it didn’t feel right
>”N-now… just say that you love me”
“I love you”
>”Say I have a pretty mane”
>She starts bouncing, as you compliment her appearance
>”Just… Just… a little more”
>A strange sensation starts to build inside of you
“Mom…”
>”Not yet… n-not yet!”
>Her hips start moving faster
>Until a high-pitched moan escapes from her lips
>The pulsating sensation on your cock not letting up
>As you can feel something start to release from you
>You clamp your hooves over your face in embarrassment and fear as you begin to empty
>And as your mom slams down on you with her hips
 
>Some time later, as your body starts to calm down she gets up
>With a slightly weary stance she levitates you and walks into your room, eventually lowering you onto your bed
>”Look…”
>She hugs you tightly
>”Things… are rough right now, but we’ll get through it”
>She hugs you and starts rocking while you are lying on the bed
>”Just…”
>”Anon…”
>You sniffle
“Yes mom?”
>”I love you…”
>As she says that she puts you under the covers and tucks you in
>Then, after kissing your forehead, she walks out of your room, turning off the light
>You listened to her walk away, go to her room, and close her door
>When you thought it was safe, you started to cry
>You wish you didn’t make her so angry
>You wish you could be a better son
>You also wish that you could have a cutinceanera
>But you don’t see that happening now
>As you fall asleep you imagine what such a party would be like
>Friends celebrating by brining presents
>Those bullies from school apologizing
>Grandma, Grandpa, and uncle Shining all made it
>Everyone was marveling at your awesome cutie mark
>As you clutched your blanket, covered in fluids that weren’t all yours, you drifted off to sleep
>Your thoughts continuing into a dream, having the best cutinceanera ever