>>You spend every waking moment thinking about your bro
>>That beautiful, cyan, rainbow angel
>>You don't get as much time with her as you'd like
>>Despite the rape attempts, the six ponies that form their circle around you are still on good terms with one another
>>Rainbow and Twilight will get upset with their peers, but they have long since understood
>>There are physical reasons for their attraction. It's annoying, but you understand it as well
>>Princess Luna described it to you as animal magnetism, some characteristic that someponies could not withstand
>>That isn't their fault, but it is frustrating
>>In the end, they have their lives and you have yours
>>You are not a part of their story, you are just an associate they reference when they need more hands
>>You love your bro as much as two bros can love one another
>>But you also love Celestia
>>Celestia has made certain of that
 
>>That afternoon, you are thankful to be spending time with your friend, Dash
>>You two partake in all sorts of activities
>>Swimming
>>Sports
>>Drinking
>>You still have not told her that you participate in anything underground. She doesn't need to know that
>>But you do feel secure enough with your bro, after workouts, to take your shirt off around her
>>To relax
>>To be comfortable
>>Often, it causes her wings to erect
>>Often, the use of the word 'bro' causes her to become sad
>>But you fail to notice
>>Celestia's power over you is great and has many aspects
 
>>Do not compromise the Elements of Harmony. You consciously live to the best of your ability by this demand
>>After all, she plucked you from a world that would have destroyed you
>>She is your savior. She is worthy of your unconditional love and worship
>>But, unbeknownst to you, there is a subconscious tweak as well
>>Celestia has made certain that you are her little human
>>Her good, obedient little human
>>And you couldn't be happier
 
>>A red ball slams into your chest, and you catch it
>>“You're going to have to do better than that!”
>>Dodgeball with Dash. Why the hell did you agree to this?
>>You hurl the ball, sending it sailing through the air
>>The Pegasus effortlessly corkscrews around it and laughs at you before sending her rubbery munitions your way
>>You barely dodge, and catapult yet another in her direction
>>She ducks it, raises one over her head, and throws it
>>The ball bounces off of your forehead, and you can hear her laugh as you fall over
>>But you aren't mad
>>You're Anonymous. You appreciate a challenge
>>She touches down
>>“You okay, Anon?”
Yeah, I'm fine
>>It's usually harder for her to nail you. She usually does, but it takes longer
>>A memory of your past life surfaces
>>A childhood friend. You grew apart in your teens, but all through school that was the only person you really felt comfortable with
>>Every year, on your birthday, they would be the only one to show up
>>You would do everything together
>>But the epiphany sinks into the abyss of your blank mind as fast as it surfaced
 
>>“Maybe we should hit the showers.”
You're a real friend, Rainbro
>>She lifts an eyebrow and laughs, nervously
>>“Anon? What's on your mind?”
You... reminded me of someone. Someone I knew a long time ago.
>>“Did they have blue skin? Hah hah! Let's hit the shower!”
Yeah. Yeah, that sounds real good.
>>POMF
>>You fail to notice
>>“I can't wait to hit those showers!”
Me neither, bro!
 
>>You later find yourself at Fluttershy's cottage, helping to tend a few animals who had been ill
>>You are not a surgeon, or a veterinarian, but you help as much as you can
>>It mostly entails you just being there
>>You have long forgiven Fluttershy of her behavior. She hasn’t been as forward as Applejack
>>And, hey, it sometimes borders on cute. Or at least entertaining
>>She serves you tea. Against your better judgment, you partake in it
>>“Thank you for coming, Anon.”
>>You are a man of few words most of the time
Of course.
>>You give her a genuine smile
>>She returns it, hiding behind her pink mane
>>You know she has a thing for you, and even though you can't return the feeling you see no harm in at least being there when she needs help
>>“Um... Anon... I”
Tea is not my fetish
>>“No, I...”
Neither is animal suffering
>>She gives you a face
>>You were just covering the bases
 
>>“I wanted to tell you how appreciative I am. I know we had a rocky start, but...”
It's okay
>>She gets really shy, intimidated by your lack of dialogue
...and besides, if it weren't for you I probably wouldn't have met the others
>>She looks up at you
You were the only one to understand me. You were the only one I could understand. You were like a...
>>A memory of your previous life stops you
>>Your mother, a beautiful woman, who was always there for you right up until she died. When no one else could, or would, hear you – she did
>>She raised you herself, your father not being there for a reason that you cannot comprehend just now
>>This woman is why you were the way you were
...Mother
>>“Anon?”
>>The memory assimilates into the void of your mind as fast as it came
What?
>>“Did you just call me your mother?”
>>You put the tea cup down on its saucer and rest the saucer on the table
Did I?
>>She nods, somewhat depressed
I'm sorry.
 
>>This wasn't the first time stuff like this has happened to you
>>You reach an epiphany, and then it vanishes
>>You spend the rest of the day trying to dredge it up from the barren fields of your mind
>>You sleep on them, and then in the morning, it feels like you have lost them once more
>>It's getting late
>>You lay in your bed, lights out. You close a book on the science of dreams that you checked out from Twilight
 
 
>>You lay your head down, but you skip your prayer to Celestia tonight
>>Just as you drift asleep, finding peaceful slumber, you can feel it
>>Some intangible force interacting with your brain
>>The dreaded 7 o' clock alarm was forced in
>>The panoramic views of earlier dredged out
>>But this night, you mentally grip them. Your hand emerges from the tar-like abyss
>>You grasp what is yours, and resist her pull
No, Celestia
>>The alarm clock's digital display that dominates your dreams begins to shimmer from view
>>A surprised Celestia, with her head cocked and her eyes gleaming down at you, replaces it
Not tonight
Sick of your shit
 
>>A sudden crash of lightning bounces you out of your covers, and you land in a sitting position
>>Your flesh is cold, freezing, crawling
>>You are terrified
>>It seems in your sleep, your mind cannot escape the rape
 
Fucking Celestia