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>Be “The Times of Anon Sparkle Ch2: Employability” in Equestria
>It is almost three months after Twilight lost her library job
>In response she had been running ragged around town doing odd work
>Cleaning, moving, lifting, whatever she could do to get a few bits
>However, her meager savings and odd income were only able to last until now
>As of this morning, she was completely broke
>And she was standing in the library she used to work in
>Speaking with *her*
>Trixie, The Element of Magic, personal student of Princess Celestia
>Came here, defeated Nightmare Moon, kicked you out of your job
>And worse of all, she made friends with that annoying pink baker
>But that was not why Twilight was here
>She was here to try and get some resemblance of her job back
>First through talking, then arguments and logic, then outright pleading
>As she was lying on the floor, tears in her eyes, her hooves locked around Trixie’s, she got it
>A janitorial/stocking/handymare type job
>Paid less, but it was essentially the same job she had before
>And with that, she was saved from homelessness for another month
 
>Be Anon Sparkle
>For the past three months you have been EXTRA good
>You didn’t bother mom at all, instead you actually helped a lot!
>Made food, cleaned the apartment, hugged mom when she was sad, cleaned the dishes, made mom feel good when she asked you too, did breakfast every morning
>And when you did screw up and make a mess you didn’t cry too hard when she punished you
>You knew money was tight
>But you knew what to do
>You ate food no matter how yucky it was
>And sometimes when there wasn’t enough food for you and mom you just drank a lot of water to not be as hungry
>You learned that trick years ago
>But every night after mom came home from work you always met her at the door and helped her
>She was very tired these days, and she got angry a lot more
>But you still loved her, because she still loved you
>And nothing would change that, because she’s your mom!
 
>One windy night, the two of you were eating dinner
>It was beans, grass, and little bits of dried up bread
>You called it a salad
>She called it stupid
>You guess she was right; salads have more stuff in them
>But you both still ate it
>While you were eating you could hear mom mumbling
>Experience said to not interrupt her while she was talking
>So you occupied yourself with your plate
>”Bits… Bits… How the Tartarus am I going to make rent…”
>Yum! Beans! And this time they were mostly cooked!
>”Sublet? No no… not this hovel…”
>*CRUNCH* Darn, that one wasn’t cooked enough
>”Cook… can’t… Cleaning? No…”
>*Munch munch*
>”I work all day…”
>*Munch munch* Yup, you can still taste that last bean
>”Can’t catch a bucking break…”
>*Munch munch*
>”And here you are, eating all of my food”
>*Munc-* Huh?
>”Maybe I should throw you out on the street for a while?”
>You audibly swallow
>”Or start working somewhere”
>She lets out a single barking laugh
>”Or start working the stre-“
>She stops herself from finishing and looks down
>”No no… but… something else…”
>”Anon, how would you like to get a job?”
“Like you have?”
>”Yes… yes just like that”
 
>It’s been a rough week for you two
>Twilight had you running around town, asking if you could do something
>Everyp0ny said no
>Why wouldn’t they?
>You were still in school
>You weren’t the best at magic, the fastest to learn, or the smartest
>All you know is that mom was angry at you
>Not a ‘make you sorry’ angry, but a lower type where she told you why you couldn’t do anything right
>But she wouldn’t say anything too bad
>Because today you were helping out at the library!
>You were cleaning the first floor while mom was in the basement
>And while you were sweeping, Trixie and her white coated friend were talking
>”Oh I have to thank you again for helping me.”
>”Think nothing of it. Trixi- I was glad to help”
>”Nonono, if it weren’t for your help I would have never gotten Hoity Toity’s second order in on time”
>”That is quite alright. I am always glad to help a friend”
>Trixie and Rarity (which you found out by eaves dropping) continued on talking while you swept
>A few minutes later you caught your name as their voices dropped a few notches lower
>”…Anon, he’s just working here because of his mother”
>”Oh, that poor colt is Twilight’s son?”
>The violet maned mare trotted over
>Before you knew it, she was standing in front of you
>”Oh dear, I didn’t mean to startle, it’s just that…”
>She paused and smiled
>”We haven’t met before, my name is Rarit-“
>”What are you doing talking to my son?”
>Twilight exited the basement with cobwebs and dust covering her
 
>”Nothing, I was just introducing myself-“
>”Sure you were, Anon finish sweeping so we can go home”
>Yup
>As you swept mom and Rarity were talking about something, which you overheard bits of
>”…Don’t need your bucking charity…
>”… just asking about…”
>”…do you care?”
>”…Generosity to those…”
>”…Winter is coming up, does he even have a coat?”
>The moment you put the broom in the closet mom was dragging you out the door
>”Come on, were making a detour before we head home”
“Huh? Where?”
>Maybe it was to the bakery, your birthday is coming up, and you still didn’t have your cuticeneri-
>”To Rarity’s boutique.”
>Oh… a clothing shop
>When it came into sight it was outlined in the dusk sky
>Mom stopped and grabbed you
>”Look, she’s going to give you some clothes. For free. Don’t. Mess. This. Up.”
>She let go and continued walking
>”Like you always do…” she muttered under her breath
>But you still heard, and you knew she was right
 
>Inside the boutique was sorta boring
>Mom was talking to Rarity, who was in turn talking to some guy you’ve never seen
>”Hoity Toity, this is Twilight Sparkle, the town’s… librarian’s assistant!”
>”Twilight, this is Hoity Toity, fashion designer extraordinaire out of Canterlot”
>As the grownups talked you wandered off to the side
>Staring at the creepy white dress-doll-things
>To test your meddle you decided to do what all brave p0nies do
>Make faces at them
>After a few minutes you caught sight of Rarity walking into a back room
>With your tongue out, eyes raised, and cheeks puffed
>She caught a glimpse and let out a small giggle
>…and your face lit up with embarrassment
>While you calmed down mom and Hoity were talking in a low whisper about something
>Watching them in a mirror, Hoity was the only one you could overhear on occasion
>”…mother?...”
>”…short on bits…”
>”…Anon…”
>”…accept it or not…”
>You could see Twilight’s face turn from shock to anger
>Then, Hoity spoke up
>”Accept it or don’t, I’m leaving tomorrow…”
>With that your mother’s head drops and lightly nods
>”Alright then….”
>Rarity comes back with some coats for you
>HOLY-CELESTIA THESE ARE AWESOME!
>One is a bright red one with black trim
>Another looks a bit older but is VERY puffy and heavy
>Oh! And this one has flare and trimmings on it that make it look like it’s from a guard!
>But the best thing was when Rarity said
>”You can have them all”
>Today was a really good day!
 
>Later, at home
>Mom took your new clothes and threw them in a closet
>Then, after a glance at a clock, she dragged you to the middle of the room and started talking
>”A-Anon. Look… You know I love you, right?”
“Yea”
>”But, you also know things are tough right now. Just…”
>She pauses and looks deeply in your eyes
>”Hoity is coming over in a bit, and whatever he says to do, you do it. Understand?”
>”Because if you do, then he’ll give us a lot of bits. Got it?”
“Umm… okay… mom?”
>”Also, don’t ask any questions. Don’t scream. And DON’T. SCREW. UP.”
>She forcefully punctuated the last part with several rough smacks to your head
>Then she sends you into your corner to wait
>For the next couple of moments you were a nervous wreck
>What did Hoity want to do?
>What if you messed up and he didn’t give mom the bits?
>What would mom do to you if you messed up?
>When the knock on the door came you almost jumped out of your skin
>Walking out of your corner, Twilight and Hoity were discussing in the main room
>”Such a cozy little place. It has its own… charm”
>His face light up when he saw you
>”Ahh… here’s the star of the hour.”
>You sat in middle of the room, slightly shaking from nervousness
>”No need to be frightened…”
>He casually walked over to you and sat down a little too close for comfort next to you
>”Let’s get to know each other a bit”
>After a few questions from him and a few short answers from yourself, he gives you another look over
>”A little nervous? Hmmm…”
>He leans into you and digs out something from his pocket
>”Here, take a little of this. It will make you feel good”
>In his hoof was a small clear vial of… something
“Umm… wha-“
>You instantly stopped yourself from asking when you saw your mother’s glare
>Then you grabbed the vial and drank it in one fell swoop
>”Wow, the whole thing? Aren’t you ambitious”
 
>Suddenly, the walls started to shift and his voice started to blend
>You were on the ground
>No, you were sitting on someone
>No, now it was still the ground
>The lights vibrated with an angry intensity
>A deeply moaning voice vibrated through your ears down to your hooves
>Light meaty slapping filled the room
>There was a slight pressure on your flanks, before it turned up
>Like someone was trying to break them
>Until it let up and another feeling replaced it
>Your eyes betrayed you as one swung to the right and the other rolled up
>A hard wood floor materialized underneath you, and then melted away to a cold embrace that covered your body
>Series of low moans filled your senses, and a higher-pitched squeal is heard
>Stretching pain fills you, then washes over you before coming out of your mouth in a sound wave of color
>Voices that seemed to speak in an eerie unity made themselves known
 
>”HHAAHAHAAHAHA. G????????????e????????????t?????????t???????????i???????????????n????????????g????? ????????o???????????f??????f???????????????? ????????????????t???????o????????? ????????y???????o??????????????u????????????r????????? ???????????o????????????w?????????????n??????????? ????????????????????s????????????o?????????n???????????????????????”
 
>Then your vision filled with purple
>A familiar embrace of love and affection made you ease up
>And then other embrace that you were familiar with
>Your mind bent around with your body
>Aching fell upon you in waves
>A sudden tension and then release was the last thing you remembered
 
>The next day
>You wake up
>Not in your bed, but in your mom’s
>Your head felt like it was going to explode, your flanks were sore and possibly bruised, and there was a weird taste in your mouth
>A mix between copper, grape, snot, and something sticky and salty
>The memory of last night was reduced to a mixture of colors and feelings
>As you opened your eyes a bit you saw that you were resting against mom’s chest
>She was wide awake, and slowly stroking your mane
>Her face was looking at you blankly with a 1000 yard stare
>And her voice was distant and monotone
>Minutes passed before she spoke
>”Anon…”
“Yes Mom?”
>Your tongue felt like dead weight in your mouth
>”Do you love me?”
>She kept on stroking your mane, giving you the 1000 yard stare
“Yes…”
>Another pass of her hoof
>”Do you want to work? Make more bits so we don’t starve?”
“Yes…”
>Another pass
>”Would you do anything for me?”
“…Y-yes”
>Another caress of her hoof against your head
>”Anon… there are a lot of mares and stallions that would like to meet you…”
>You notice her gaze isn’t exactly fixed on you, but at something behind you
>”And they want to be friends”
>Her drone voice seemed very distant
>Turning your head you looked to see what she was staring at
>She now kept stroking your face, not noticing that you turned around
>In front of you, on the bed stand, was a fairly large bag of bits
>”You would like to meet them wouldn’t you Anon?”