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>Be “The Times of Anon Sparkle Ch4: Mistake” in Equestria
>Be Anon Sparkle, son of Twilight Sparkle, and currently living with his Grandparents in Canterlot
>Also be several weeks after that party
>Mom recently got a job at some sort of gem office
>Gems come in, are inspected, and then magic!
>Or something, you aren’t too sure what the business does
>All you really know is that it stresses her out
>…Like everything else seems to do-
>*SLAP*
>You stop yourself from thinking like that and move on to something else
>Hoity came back once after that night
>He didn’t talk to you, only mom, as you were hiding in your room
>There were a few minutes of mumbling that you couldn’t make out, and then he was gone
>Twilight only said that he wasn’t going to be bothering us again
>And so the past few weeks feel into a routine
>Wake up, make breakfast for everp0ny, go to school
>Keep your head down, don’t draw attention to yourself, go back home
>Read, clean, and do what mom says that night
>Go to sleep, wake up, and repeat
 
>One particular day you woke up and vomited before you could make breakfast
>”…Fever…Burning up…Dehydration…”
>You stayed home from school that day
>Grandma also called in sick to her job so that somep0ny can watch you
>But throughout the day she seemed slightly angry
>”No Anon, stay in bed, I can clean by myself”
>”Anonymous! I told you to stay near a bucket!”
>”Don’t go into Grandpa’s room! He has important work in there”
>You really didn’t want to make Grandma mad, so you tried to stay out of the way as much as possible
>But around lunch time you were starving
>And with that you were in the kitchen making something to eat
>You didn’t want to bother Grandma, and this was just a simple lunch
>Bread, peanut butter, lettuce, bananas, tomato-
>*Hurk*
>Horseapples, Bathroom! Now!
>But it was a bit too late as you started heaving on the kitchen floor
>Your plate of food clattered as well, leaving a shattered mess of broken ceramic and various foods, coated with acidic body fluids
>As you emptied yourself you realize that you just made a HUGE mess in the kitchen
>And Grandma is going to get angry, which means mom is going to get angry, which means-
>You stop yourself and frantically grab a bunch of towels to try and clean it up
>But it only makes it worse as the towels only spread the nasty around
>”What was that noise. Anon!”
>Oh Horseapples
“I-I tried making lunch so I wouldn’t bother you but then I got s-sick and and and”
>She gives a heavy sigh and pats you on the head
>”Just, go back to bed, I’ll take care of this”
>Uh-Oh
>You just made Grandma mad…
 
>Your standing behind her as you watch her start to magic away the mess
>Ideas start running through your head
>She’s mad… Twilight will get mad…
>Anger, Punishment, Abandonment
>More Pain
>But that would all stop if she weren’t angry
>You take a few steps to get next to her
>When mom gets angry you just comfort her
>”Anon? What’s wrong?”
>You lean into her and start to nuzzle her
>But when mom gets angry she punishes you for being bad
>With a yelp from the mare you press on
>But if you don’t disappoint mom then she won’t get angry
>The sounds of kissing and licking fill the room
>You don’t want to mess up again and lose another home
>A low angry moan vibrated in your ears
>Slight resistance, then you felt her heartbeat through yourself
>It’s okay, you can do this. Just do what mom always told you to do
>Warm wetness lit your nerves on fire
>Just do what you do to mom and don’t mess up. You can make her not angry
>Hips thrust, tongues coiled, hooves intertwined
>Just like before. Don’t mess up
>Moans, fluids, movement
>Don’t mess up. Don’t mess up
 
>It was now later that night
>You spent the rest of the day in your room
>Grandma didn’t yell, she didn’t speak, she didn’t even look at you
“…I think I messed up…”
>Eventually Twilight got home, and Grandma talked to her
>You don’t know what they said
>All you know is that mom opened your door and said
>”Come on, we’re going for a walk”
>It was a long and silent walk
>You went far beyond your house, to parts of Canterlot you have never seen before
>There was no way you could find your way back from this far away
>All the while she never spoke
>Never looked at you
>Never did anything other than walking forward
>It eventually got late enough that you two were the only ponies outside
>Then the two of you stopped at a bridge that spanned a gap in the mountain city
>She went to the rail and sat down, staring at you
>”…why…”
“Wh-what?”
>”I give you a home. I share my family with you. I feed and clothe you. I do EVERYTHING for you, and yet you… you…”
>”*Sigh* Anon…”
“Mom! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m-“
>She grabs you and holds you to the guard rail
>”WHY? Why can’t you do ANYTHING right!?”
>Her hooves are pressing against your chest, threatening to push you over
>”I tell you to be quiet, and you yell. I tell you to clean up, and you make a mess. I tell you to behave, and you do stuff like this”
>”WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?!”
“I- I-“
>”ARE YOU PURPOSLY TRYING TO RUIN ME!? WHY?”
>Her face contorts with rage as yours fills with fear
>Then she lifts you up over the rails with her magic
>”WHY!? I should have just done this a long time ago…”
>The chasm under the bridge stretches under you
>You whimper
 
>”Just… just…”
>Rage is replaced with sadness
>”…I can’t…”
>You are pulled back onto the bridge into her embrace
>Tears start to run down your face
“I’msorryi’msorryi’msorryi’msorry”
>”No matter how bad you are… No. It doesn’t matter. I still love you…”
>The embrace lasts for a few more moments as you stain her coat with your crying
>”Anon… look at me…”
>The crying is reduced to a whimpering as your eyes meet
>”I… You can’t come back home… Not after what you did”
>”Just… just leave...”
>She forcibly pushes you away into the street
>”Leave… and never bother me again…”
>With that she walks away
>Leaving you sprawled out in the cold street
 
>Weeks pass
>You never thought too much about it, but now it makes sense
>It gets REALLY cold in a city that’s built in the side of a mountain
>You spent the days roaming, battling the cold, and trying to fill your stomach
>You knew not to beg
>Begging made p0nies pay attention to you
>And nothing good came from attention
>Food was your biggest problem
>There once was a pony that gave you some apples for running errands
>But you haven’t seen him for a while
>Otherwise you had less than desirable options for food
>Trash bins were pretty good if you got to them before everyp0ny woke up
>Also shopkeepers who didn’t keep too good of an eye on their stalls helped you eat
>And sometimes you met a particular pony that had some bits and liked the way you-
>You cleared your head of the memories that you have accumulated during your time alone
>”Well, what about the orphanage?” A particular pony asked
“I heard bad things happen in it…”
>Straps, beatings, threats, yelling
>So you avoided it like the plague
 
>Everyday was a struggle
>Scrapes and bruises, cold and weather
>But you still struggled on
>First to find food
>Then to avoid attention
>Either from the guards, merchants, or other foals
>Those were the worse
>They followed you and talked to you and picked on you
>Sometimes they got really mean and hit you
>But at the end of every day you still had a single problem that needed to be solved
>Finding a warm nook or cranny that you could spend the night in without being harassed
>Sometimes it is just a small box in an alley
>Others it was under a particularly dense bush in a park
>Once you managed to sneak into a pony’s warm workshop thing
>Only to be chased out after an hour of sleep
>Sleeping in the same place twice meant p0nies were able to find and hurt you easier
>The first nights were the roughest
>But you became stronger and were able to survive
>You know this because you stopped crying after the first week
>…
>Or that you just started to run out of energy
 
 
>One particularly windy day you were in the park
>A collection of bushes and a statue provided good shelter at times like this
>But you couldn’t stay too long
>Otherwise ponies would be asking why a young colt is sitting alone in a park
>Nonetheless you still figure you have around an hour or two before you have to move
>And it is getting a lot colder these days, so spots like these are hard to come by
>You mentally prepare a plan for the upcoming day
>Swing by the bakers, loot their trash
>Hang by that one clothing shop, you think you can snag-
>*Blink*
>Wait… is that…
>*Blink*
>…No way…
“…mom?...”
>Your heart fluttered
>There she was
>Twilight Sparkle, the purple coated, star-marked, pink and purple maned mare
>Walking in the park
>Her face was stoic and emotionless
>Memories flooded your mind
>Memories of her love, of her caring for you
>Times when you messed up, when you made her angry
>The past few weeks of struggle and hunger
>Tears started to form as you left your little spot and sprinted towards her
“MOM!”
 
>Colliding with her, you wrapped your legs around her neck and cried into it
“I’m sorry! Please! Take me back home! I’ll do anything! Please!”
>Her face was one of shock
>”What?! Umm…”
“Please! Take me back home!”
>Your face was wet as you sobbed into her
>”Seriously, I don’t know-“
“Please! I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”
>You began to grovel at her feet
>”Hey! Foal! What are you doing?”
“I’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorry”
>”No, seriously, cut it out”
“I’msorryI’msorry”
>She looks around nervously before pulling you in and whispering
>”Just, calm down. I’ll take you home, alright?”
>Your heart leapt
“Yes! Yes. Thank you, thank you. I promise I won’t make any more mistakes. I won’t mess up. I’ll be good. Please!”
>She shushes you and takes you away from the park
>After a few minutes you arrive at what she calls her house
“Mom… this isn’t Grandma’s house…”
>”Er, yea… I moved out…”
>It was a small decaying apartment. There were windows missing, holes in the walls, and broken furniture inside
>The entire building was like that with cracked paint and half-collapsed stairs
>You found it hard to believe that anyone lived here
 
“You live here now?”
>”Yes… yes I do…”
>She brought you to a less-ruined room with a mattress in it
>”Now… son…”
>Her voice paused as if it were a question
>”Umm… you did say you would do anything…”
“Yes! Please, just don’t leave me again”
>Her eyes focused on yours
>Their violet hues washing over you
>As she leaned in and started rubbing your cheek with hers
>”If you really don’t want me to leave, show me how much you love me”
>This was a familiar dance for you
>You lean back and kiss her, taking her tongue in your mouth
>Caressing your teeth, and drawing a moan from you
>After a moment she pulled away, leaving a thin trail of saliva
>But… something was… different…
>A quick shove and you were on the mattress
>”Show me how much you care”
>Her hips positioned themselves over your hardening member
>And then she dropped them, impaling herself on you
>Each thrust of her hips sent you deeper into her folds
>Every twitch, moan, and contraction fueled the pleasure you were experiencing
“M… Mom…”
>”Shhhh” She put a hoof against your mouth as she continued to rock back and forth
>”Just give it to me…”
>You could feel the pressure build in your groin
>But all she did was buck her hips wildly and lean down to kiss you
>It was too much
>Moaning in her mouth and releasing inside of her
>It felt… exhilarating? No… it felt exhausting…
>She collapsed on top of you and wrapped her hooves around your neck
>”There we go…. there we go…”
>As a sudden fatigue washes over you
>And you fall asleep in her embrace
 
 
>A loud slamming noise from outside wakes you up
>It is the dead of night, and no lights were present in the ruined apartment
>You were still on the mattress, being held by Twilight
>And you felt completely and utterly drained
>Not like you normally were when you had to comfort mom, but…
>Different…
>Like you ran a whole lot, and were hungry, and tired, and had some of that disgusting wine
>All at the same time
>”Go back to sleep honey… mommy loves you…”
>That voice
>That… that wasn’t…
>The presence of Twilight suddenly felt wrong
>Her coat was smooth and coarse…
>Her smell was… was… wrong
>And her voice-
>You shifted position to look at who was holding you
>The shadows and darkness hid anything from your eyes
“Hey…”
>”Go back to sleep…”
“Hey… Mom…”
>”What?”
>You tried to wiggle out of her grasp with a squeak
>Then her eyes opened
>The barest moonlight as reflected off of them like a mirror
>And scattered in a green hue, giving a very bug-eyed look
>It was about the size of mom, but…
>...This wasn’t your mom
>…This wasn’t even a pony
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
>With a kick and a squirm you sent that thing off the mattress
>But before you could get out of the bedroom it rose
>And two blue/green-ish transparent wings sprouted from its back
>A voice that belonged nowhere near a pony spoke
>”Wait! WAIT! GET BACK HERE!”
>You did not wait
>Before you knew it you were running down the street, adrenaline pumping
>You never looked back
 
>Five days until Hearts Warming Eve
>But you couldn’t care
>It was late; the sun had set a few hours ago
>You managed to find shelter in the form of a box padded with newspapers
>But you were still freezing
>There was nop0ny there for you
>You made mom send you away because you were stupid
>Grandpa and Grandma don’t want you in their house
>The other fillies and colts would only harass you and steal your food
>Noble ponies would make you do… things…
>And then there was that monster from a month ago…
>How could you trust anyp0ny…
>Realization hit you again that moment
>You curled up as much as you could and silently cried
>Your hooves, ears, and nose were numb from the cold
>A wad of old paper and cloths covered you as much as they could
>But still bled out a lot of warmth every time a light breeze came through
>You didn’t want this anymore
>The hunger, the suffering, the fear, the pain…
>The loneliness…
>You just wanted it to end…
>As you fell asleep, crying, and no longer shivering from the cold
 
 
>The next day a guard is called when a pony spots something in a newspaper stuffed box in an alley