>Day Nightmare in Equestria.
>The bird calls are filling the air as the sun rises.
>Today is the day.
>Your arm has spent enough time resting.
>Your eyes flutter a bit as you awaken.
>'Morning Anon, sleep well?'
'I slept great. I feel great.'
>'I could tell. So Applejack's toned ass is better than Twilight's plump one?'
'Heh, shut up. I am a man who appreciates booty of all sizes.'
>With that little comment, you let out a brief chuckle.
>A yawn escapes your mouth as you stretch your right arm.
>With a grin you undo your sling and bandages, freeing your left.
>Three deepish cuts run near your shoulder, right above the artery.
>'Told you. Three bad ass scars.'
>They do look bad ass, you'll admit.
>Shame you'll be wearing a shirt over them most of the time.
>Welp, time to do this.
>You flex your muscle thoroughly, causing the tension built up in the arm to release with a satisfactory crack and pop.
' ... Oh my god.'
>'Like taking a piss after holding it for a couple hours. Am I right?'
'Shut up brain... but yeah, it is.'
>The feeling of euphoria rushing throughout your body from a simple stretch is unreal.
>You never truly appreciate something until it's gone.
>This feeling won't last forever, so you decide to use it.
>A quick hop out of bed and you do some stretches, bending every joint and muscle you can manage.
>'Heh, is stretching your fetish Anon?'
>Your brain's remark causes you to pause.
'... She never did guess that one.'
>Moments dead.
>A soft sigh and you get undressed, about to take your morning shower.
 
 
>After you're finished with your shower and shave, you put on your Nightmare Night costume; Naked Snake.
>BEFORE he lost his eye, you can't handle the eye-patch.
>Feels unnerving being blinded.
>'Looking good. Batman would have been better, but whatever.'
'I'm sure Rarity would have had a much harder time making a Batman costume than a simple military uniform.'
>Your new boss was kind enough to give you a discount, you didn't want to abuse her generosity by asking for something difficult to make.
>With your outfit on, you head downstairs for breakfast.
>Your once barren walls feel a bit livelier ever since you put up the art you received from the town.
>It was simple stuff, but it added a bit of familiarity to the place.
>'Still can't believe how much free shit you got. Not that I'm complaining, free shit is good.'
>The amount of gifts was a bit much, you still haven't opened them all.
>You smile as you pass your outgoing letters, sliding them into your jacket pocket as you head to the kitchen.
>A quick survey of your groceries is all you need to decide that you'll have french toast today.
 
 
>'Breakfast; most important meal of the day.'
>You let out a sigh of content, letting your meal settle.
>'So, what are you going to do after the party? This is your first Nightmare Night you'll be a part of. You gotta do it big!'
'I was actually thinking of just heading home, not like I have any plans.'
>'Dude! Where's your inner child? You used to trick or treat with your little cousins all the time back on earth! Remember all the candy -taxes- your aunts and uncles had? Free candy is best candy!'
'I'm too old for that stuff now. Besides, I'm pretty sure most ponies would feel awkward having a human dressed up in camo ask them for candy.'
>'Then go with the CMC! Come on, one last time. Just to get it out of your system.'
>An annoyed grunt is your first response.
>Upon reflection however... it does give you an excuse to hang out with Applejack and have a non-date.
>Rarity as well.
>Plus, sweets are always good.
'Eh, why not.'
>'Yes! More sugary love is coming our way!'
>The differences between you and your brain are becoming more and more apparent to you each day ever since the incident.
>The theory of you two being the same person is starting to look very weak now that you have the time and leisure to think about it.
'Brain?'
>'Yeah?'
'If you could have any name in the world, what would it be?'
>'I unno, Marcus? John? A pimp named slickback?'
>Yeah, he won't take your suggestion to give him his own name seriously.
>It was a stupid thought anyway.
>'Why do you ask?'
'No reason, just thought you might want a name after all these years.'
>'I'm your brain, YOU get the name. I've told you this.'
'Let's pretend you're your own person for a second. What would you want to be called?'
>'...'
>He doesn't respond.
>While he thinks about your question, you clean up your mess and go to grab some extra clothes in case it gets cold later.
>You grab your gloves and scarf from Rarity and Sweetie, putting them in your other pocket.
>After making sure you have everything you will need for tonight, you head for the door.
>'Anon?'
'Thought of a name?'
>'Yeah... IF I were another person; I would want to be called, don't laugh... Brainon.'
'… That's just my name but with brain in front of it.'
>'Well I like your name! It... it suits me too, you know.'
'If it's what you feel comfortable with, then Brainon it is.'
>'I said IF I was another person!'
'I know, but what's wrong with giving you a name? Not like anyone else will hear it. It'll be between us.'
>'... Fine, so long as it's between us.'
>You chuckle at your brain- Brainon's annoyance and head out your door, locking it once you are out.
 
 
>With your new acceptance as an actual citizen of Ponyville, you've changed your schedule a bit.
>You still wake up early to exercise, but you've integrated it to include public places instead of your usual secluded ones.
>The scent of fresh apples fills your nostrils as you pass Sweet Apple Acre's gate.
>Winona greets you as you make your way through the orchard.
>She lets out some playful barks and bounces around you.
“Hey girl, nice to see you too.”
>You take a knee and pet the rambunctious canine, shooing her off as you near the house.
>Applejack and Big Mac are waiting for you, saddle baskets attached to their sides.
>The orange mare is the first to notice you.
>”Hey there Anon, what's with tha get up sugarcube?”
>Applejack is smirking at the sight of what you're wearing.
“It's my Nightmare Night costume. I won't have time to change after work if I have to head straight to Pinkie's party. Besides, it looks good no matter what the occasion.”
>Big Mac nods and chuckles.
>”Eeyup.”
>You take your place one orchard lane past AJ.
>After grabbing a basket and putting it on your back, you are ready to start your jog.
>As you step into position, Applejack clears her throat, grabbing your attention.
>”We really do appreciate tha help Anon. Ah know ya say not ta think too much of it... but it means a lot ta us.”
“You give me a place to jog, I help you clean up a little. We agreed it was a fair trade.”
>AJ gives you a soft smile and stares into your eyes.
>”Still... it's awfully kind a ya. A-Anon, ah-”
>”Mr. Anon!”
>AJ is interrupted by the giddy voice of the smallest of the apple siblings.
>”Wait fer me! Ah can help today! Ah got up early like ya said I should, see?”
>The filly stops next to you, panting, clearly rushing to get here before you three started.
>While you are excited to see the filly, her sister is not.
>”Applebloom! Ah thought ah told ya that ya should sleep longer. Ya still have school today lil' miss.'
>Applebloom looks past you to her sister.
>”B-But y'all promised ah could run with ya if ah got ready early like y'all do.”
>The filly has wanted to do your jog ever since you started to visit the farm daily.
>She's slept in every time, until now.
>'Little kid wanting to hang with the adults. Somethings never change, no matter what world you're in.'
>A quick pet calms the filly, letting her know you are on her side.
“I did promise, Applejack. Besides, she went through the effort of getting up early to join us, right?”
>The orange mare shakes her head, letting out a sigh of defeat.
>”All right, but if Cheerilee tells me ya fell asleep in class, ya won't be doin' this again fer a looong time. Deal?”
>”Deal!”
>'How is it you can hate kids, yet still like them?'
'You just have to find a few that are well behaved.'
>With the filly joining you three; you all get ready to run through the lanes, clearing the bad apples that litter the ground ahead.
>Before you begin, Applejack makes sure to reiterate the ground rules.
>”All right, same as yesterday. Thirty minutes 'n not a single second more. Ya got that Applebloom?”
>The filly nods, shaking her flank in the air while sticking her tongue out.
>Big Mac huffs, digging his hoof into the ground twice.
>”One...”
>You kick your foot against the dirt once.
>”Two...”
>Applejack whips her ponytail back.
>”Three!”
>The four of you are off, rushing into the field of trees.
>'Three up to the right and one to the left!'
'I got it.'
>You scoop up the apples and toss them into your basket.
>Big Mac passes you as you grab the single rotten to the left.
>'Go go go!'
>The ground beneath you flies a bit as you rush off.
 
 
>It's been thirty minutes since you started.
>Your basket has filled a few times and you've been through three more lanes.
>The beating of your heart and sweat from your brow feel good.
>Not relaxing on a hammock with a cold drink good.
>Beating your record in Tetris good.
>”W-Whoo! An-Anon! Ya did great today! Ah reckon having yer left arm back had somethin' ta do with it?”
>You nod and lean forward, hands on your legs.
“Yep. Whoo, how many did I get today Granny Smith?”
>The green elder mare is counting the three barrels full of rotten apples.
>Applebloom comes up behind you and AJ, emptying her basket into a pile near the barrels.
>The filly is wheezing, gasping for breath.
>”Th-th-that was...”
>'Anon! Hand her some water!'
'Right! Right, on it.'
>You hand the filly a nearby canteen and she guzzles away.
>She gasps once more and lets out a deep sigh.
>”That was amazin' Mr. Anon! Ya grabbed just about a hundred apples!”
>The elder mare chuckles.
>”Over looks like. I'd saaaay near two.”
>The Granny Smith has finished AJ and Big Mac's haul and is now working on yours.
>The red stallion got one hundred sixty three.
>AJ got one seventy flat.
>'Looks like they won't have to hold back anymore. Guess tomorrow will be an actual race, huh?'
'How do you know they were holding back?'
>'... Really?'
>Granny Smith finishes with your bucket and moves onto Applebloom's pile.
>”Two hundred eleven.”
>Applejack chuckles, looking to her brother.
>”Heh, Anon finally beat us.”
>”Eeyup.”
>'Aaand now they can go balls to the wall. Should have faked a loss.'
'Why do that? Faking a loss is like lying. AJ would be able to tell.'
>Applebloom pokes your leg.
>”Mr. Anon? Are ya doing anythin' tonight fer Nightmare Night?”
>'Candy candy CANDY! Candy candy CANDY!'
>You take a knee and shake your head.
“I don't have any plans, so no.”
>The filly blushes and smiles.
>”Would ya like ta come with me and some other foals?”
>'Huh, she didn't mention AJ. So much for your non-date plans.'
'Well... like you said, free candy.'
>'That's what I'm talking about! Free sweets!'
“Sure, who else will be there?”
>Applebloom hops to her feet and her smile widens.
>”Scootaloo 'n Sweetie Belle 'n Pipsqeuak 'n Pinkie 'n-”
“Pinkie?”
>”Yeah! She's gonna watch us tonight.”
>'Heeey, you can still have your non-date after all!'
'Shut up Brainon.'
>'Hey!'
>The elder mare coughs, grabbing everyone's attention.
>”Applebloom picked eighty one apples. Ah reckon she did purdy well fer her first time.”
>Applebloom doesn't seem to think so, her smile is gone and a distraught frown has taken its place.
>”B-But everybody else got over a hundred. Ah... Ah only got eighty?”
>She sniffles, tearing up.
>AJ steps next to her disappointed sister.
>”Applebloom, ya did great! Yer young, yet ya kept up with us 'n still picked up a lot of rotten apples.”
“She's right, you'll get better. I mean, I'm impressed.”
>You flash the little foal a smile and give her a congratulatory pet.
>”R-Really? Ah did a good job?”
“Great job.”
>She bucks up, her frown changing back to a smile.
>”So can ah do it again tomorrow? Ah wanna get at least a hundred next time!”
>”Only if ya don't sleep in class today. 'N behave tonight with Anon. All right?”
>The filly nods and hops to her hooves.
>”Okay! Now, make sure ta meet us outside a town at six Mr. Anon, Pinkie Pie said we're on a tight schedule fer candy grabbin'!”
>'Mare knows what's up. Too bad she is a few cards short of a deck.'
'And I'm not?'
>You give Applebloom a nod, still smiling softly.
“Got it, I'll probably be with Pinkie when we meet up. See you at six Applebloom.”
>The filly jumps up and hugs you before running inside to get ready for school.
>'Sweet kid.'
'Very.'
>”So ah guess ah won't have ta worry 'bout my little sister tonight. Ya'll keep her safe, right Anon?”
>AJ is looking in your direction, a smug smile on her face.
“Don't worry. I won't let anything happen. I handled a bear, pretty sure I can handle anything that might happen tonight.”
>Big Mac steps behind you and gives you a pat on the back.
>He was a soft spoken stallion, so that little bump may mean more to him than you think.
>Applejack steps in front of you, looking up at you with a sweet smile.
>”Anon, ya need ta head ta work soon, right? Ah could walk with ya if yer willin' to come drop off Applebloom at school with me.”
>'You still have to work on your muscles, don't want to go soft.'
'Well, I'm not fighting off anyone anymore. I can take a day off, right?'
>'Lazy.'
>You look to the mare and stroke her cheek.
“Sure, sounds good.”
>Granny Smith chuckles and wags her hoof at you two.
>”Now no hanky panky ya two, ah don't want no great grand children yet, y'hear?”
>The elder mare's implications seem sincere.
>AJ is blushing that same red from last week.
>”G-Granny!”
>Big Mac chuckles and you soon join him, goofy smile across your lips.
“D-Don't worry. Heh, we'll be good.”
>The elder mare chuckles with you two before walking inside.
>Applebloom soon darts past her.
>Her mane is brushed, teeth clean, and she has a saddlepack.
>”Ready sis!”
>AJ shakes her head, trying to hide her still blushing cheeks.
>”O-Okay then! Let's get goin', r-ready Anon?”
>Applebloom looks over to you as you stand.
>”Mr. Anon is comin' with?”
“Figured I could spend a little more time with you two before work.”
>The filly squees, running between you and the still flustered cowmare.
>You follow her towards the gate as Applejack tries to calm down.
>'She must be thinking all sorts of naughty things right now. Good thing you promised Granny Smith no oingo boingo.'
'Hanky panky.'
>'Different name, same shit.'
>The three of you are now walking side by side along the dirt path.
>”So, Mr. Anon... do ya have a special somepony yet?”
>Looking to the filly, you are a bit shocked.
>'Right, she doesn't know about you and her sister yet. This'll be good.'
“Well, sort of Applebloom. It's more like I'm still trying to find my special somepony and I have a few mares who could be it.”
>”Okay, but let's say ya wanted Applejack ta be yer special somepony. We would be like brother 'n sister then, right?”
>Whatever progress AJ made to calming down has been destroyed in seconds.
>”A-Applebloom!”
>The filly looks back, giving her sister an innocent pout.
>”What? Ah'm just curious is all.”
>'And if you married Rarity as well, Sweetie Belle would be her sister too!'
'Brainon!'
>Giving a soft exhale, you find the best explanation to give her.
“Technically we would be, but I don't need to marry AJ to be like a brother. Family can be good friends too. Why do you ask?”
>Applebloom is walking backwards, looking up at you.
>”Cause it would be awesome ta have ya be mah older brother! We could hang out all the time 'n ya could stay at the house 'n ya would always be there fer us! Ya wouldn't ever be alone like before.”
>'Heh, this kid is gonna give you diabeetus.'
'And all the candy I might get tonight won't help.'
>Smirking, you shake your head.
“Like I said, I could still be like an older brother if you want... and if Big Mac is willing to share the title.”
>The filly hops next to you and rubs her head against your leg.
>”Ah'm sure he wouldn't mind. Would ah still have ta call ya Mr. Anon then?”
>You shake your head as you bring your hand down to scratch behind her ear.
“You could call me whatever you want Applebloom... with my consent of course.”
>AJ coughs, chuckling lightly soon after.
>”A-Ah think we should stop talkin' bout this now. W-We're really close ta tha school now n' the last thing we need is fer Applebloom's mind ta wander during class.”
>A quick glance show's Applejack is as red as Big Mac.
>”Sis, are ya all right? Ya look a bit hot.”
>'Hot in the pants my little friend!'
'Ponies don't wear pants.'
>You try to help Applejack avoid getting any redder.
“I think she needs to calm down. She might be a bit overwhelmed at us talking about marriage so freely.”
>Applebloom chuckles nervously and rubs her leg.
>”Heheh, oh. Ah'm sorry sis! Ah was just curious is all... um, Ah-Ah'll see ya after school? Bye sis!”
>The little filly is charging for the near empty school in a mad dash, embarrassed that she caused her sister to turn into a gender swapped Big Mac.
>Applejack falls on her rump.
>She places her hooves to her face and lets out a muffled scream.
>”Why did ya'll have to talk bout those things? Ah was right here!”
>You take a seat next to her and run your left hand down her mane, pulling her in for a side hug once your hand reaches the bottom.
“Well, at least we know I have your family's approval, right?”
>She nods followed by a huff.
>”Yer lucky yer cute. Or else ah mighta knocked yer block off just now.”
>She returns your hug and rubs her head into your arms.
>”... Anon? Ya... ya think we could... kiss?”
>'Whoa, mare's making a move.'
>The suggestion shocks you, only a bit though, given your relationship.
“Where'd that come from?”
>The mare plays with her stetson before having her gaze meet yours.
>”Ya've been hanging around mah family a lot this past week 'n ya've had dinner with us a couple times... Ya know ah'm interested, i-it feels like yer teasin' me. Ya said we would go out on a date soon but all ya've done is come around the farm 'n... 'n...”
>You stop the mare, giving her a soft kiss on her lips.
>She gives a blissful sigh and returns the kiss.
>The kiss ends soon after it starts, not wanting to get caught in public.
>”'N making me want ta be with ya even more.”
”I'm sorry for leading you on about the date... maybe we could do something tomorrow, lunch?”
>AJ nods and places her head on your neck.
>She hugs you, pulling you close.
>”Ah'd like that.”
>She pulls herself off from you and stands on all fours.
>”Now, don't ya have a job or somethin' ya need ta get to?”
>The sly smirk she has is all too clear.
“Nah, figured I'd play hooky and get some sweet applebottom.”
>Her sly smirk is replaced with that blushing blank expression she's been sporting the entire walk here.
>The sight causes you to chuckle a bit.
>You ruffle her mane a bit, continuing your walk to Ponyville.
“Come on, we can chat for a bit more if you want.”
>”Y-Yer horrible Anon.”
>She lowers her head, steam practically spewing from her ears.
>'She is so easy to get at! Like messing with a nun.'
>The thought of AJ in a nun's habit and dress is oddly arousing.
>AJ sees you blushing as well, delivering a quick punch to our leg.
>”Q-Quit bein' perverted Anon! Y-Yer makin' mah head hot!”
“Heh, I'll try. Topic change?”
>The mare nods, cheeks making progress turning back to their natural orange complexion.
>”Hmm... well, since Applebloom mentioned it, have ya given any thought to yer special somepony or ponies?”
>'She's still on that? Wh-... is Applejack Bi?'
'Like Lyra? Maybe? I mean, it's possible.'
>Thinking for a second, you bring a hand to your chin.
“If I were to claim a herd... I'd definitely want you and Lyra in it.”
>This causes the cowmare to smile and raise her head.
>”Yeah?”
“Yeah... Twilight, Octavia, and... sadly not Rarity. You don't mess around with your boss.”
>Applejack shakes her head and chuckles.
>”Glad ah didn't hire ya then. Rarity mighta taken mah spot by yer side.”
>She presses her head against your leg, closing her eyes.
>”Awww, is the human giving free hugs now?”
>”I want one!”
>With the introduction of two female strangers, you and AJ straighten up and look around for them.
>The mares giggle.
>”Up here cutie!”
>Your view turns upward and you see two Pegasi flying above you.
>They are both blue.
>One has long green hair with a bow in it, the other short spiky blue hair.
>”Hi there! Nice to meet you cutie!”
>The mares float down and land next to you and Applejack.
>Bow girl turns her head cutely, flashing you a smile.
>”I'm Flitter.”
>”And I'm Cloudchaser! We've been wanting to meet you for a very long time mister~”
>Cloudchaser's eyes go half lidded and she bites her lower lip.
>'N-nn, Anon! I'm getting a bad feeling!'
'Wha- you sure?!'
>'Absolutely! Be careful.'
“Exactly how long?...”
>Flitter giggles and takes a step closer to you.
>”Just a few days. Ever since we read about you saving those poor foals from that animal attack.”
>”You were sooo brave!”
>They are now circling you and AJ.
“You're missing a few details ladies...”
>Flitter flies to your shoulder, giggling as she grabs your arm.
>”Hear that? He called us ladies!”
>Cloudchaser grabs your other arm and they start to lift you up.
>”Well ladies and gentlemen do certain things together, now don't they?~”
>AJ grabs your leg and tries to pull you back.
>”H-Hey! Let go of Anon!”
>”We just wanna borrow him for a sec~”
>The two Pegasi pull you up, giggling as Flitter positions herself closer to your legs. Cloudchaser hold you from behind, arms restrained.
>Struggling, you look down and see that Applejack is quickly becoming a speck on the ground.
>'Fuck, dammit! They let go we die, they hold on you get raped!'
'I know!'
>As you try to break free, Flitter pulls your fly down.
>”Oooh, easy access, how sweet of you to think ahead!”
>'That's not for you bitch!'
>Just as Flitter makes her way to pull your dong out, a mud ball flies upward.
>It connects with Cloudchaser's face and she lets go of you to wipe the mud from her eyes.
>Flitter grabs your body to keep you from falling.
>”Cloudchaser!”
>The mud covered mare yells out.
>”Crap!”
>The two mares hold you, keeping you from hitting the ground at terminal velocity.
>AJ is on the mares the moment you land.
>”Off mah friend ya- ya rapists!”
>Flitter and Cloudchaser are back in the air, yelping.
>”We were just being friendly!”
>”Not like we were really going to touch him...”
>'Bull shit! They're lying Anon!'
'I know, I trust you Brainon.'
>'Gah!'
>Applejack stomps forward, glaring at them with such aggression.
>”Yeah? Well tryin' ta get in his pants is TOO friendly! Now git!”
>The mares give a dejected look and fly off.
>”Ya all right Anon? A-Ah know the Fluttershy stuff must still be fresh with ya...”
>As you pull yourself up you shake your head.
“I'll be fine...”
>AJ helps brush you off, hooves shaking.
>”W-We can report 'em to tha authorities if ya want.”
>You shake your head.
“Aside from Derpy and Fluttershy, most Pegasi live in Cloudsdale. Outside of Ponyville jurisdiction and Cloudsdale takes care of their own...”
>Giving a dejected sigh, you shake your head.
“We'd just be wasting time.”
>Your companion looks disheartened by your logic.
>”We could still try...”
>She places her hoof on your leg, looking up at you with hope.
>”Ah don't want ta think our system is THAT loose that criminals can just git away with whatever they darn well please!”
>'Jeez, she's more naïve than you are.'
'She trusts ponies. Not the same as being naïve.'
>'Yeah, it really is.'
>Deciding to go with the one not being a pessimist, you give Applejack a nod.
“All right, I'll report them as soon as I can. Still want to walk with me?”
>”Yeah, ah don't want ya gettin' grabbed again!”
>The mare takes her spot next to you and looks up to your eyes.
“Thanks, I won't.”
>You pet down her mane once more and make your way to work.
 
 
>”Ah'll go report those two while ya head ta work, okay?”
“All right, see you before the party to discuss what's going to happen?”
>”Yeah! Ah'll see ya in a few hours Anon. Have a safe day with Rarity.”
“Thanks, have a safe day with your apples.”
>AJ gives you a hug before galloping for the police station.
>'She's going to be so disappointed...'
'Shut up and have some faith. Maybe she is right and we can get something done.'
>'You KNOW nothing will happen. The best we can do is stick with what we know. Rape prevention.'
>A scowl finds its way to your face as your conversation with Brainon drags on.
>The towns bell strikes bring you out of your internal dialogue.
'Nine o' clock, we're done with this.'
>'Fine, just remember what I said.'
>It occurs to you that you've been talking with Brainon for fifteen minutes while twelve feet from Carousel Boutique.
'Hope Rarity didn't see this.'
>'Even if she did, just say you had to deal with those two Pegasi and were thinking about it. It's not a lie, right?'
>You sigh and walk towards the front door.
>The bell jingles as you do.
>Rarity is peeking out from a long piece of purple fabric, smiling vibrantly at you.
>'Cute. Just cute.'
>”Anon, darling! You are quite early, is everything all right?”
>A sigh escapes your lips as you rub your neck.
“I'm all right. Just a bit of trouble on the way here. Two mares tried to get a little too friendly.”
>Rarity gasps, rushing to your side.
>”Are you hurt? Did they attempt anything?”
>'They tried to grab the D for the V to make a B. That's what happened RaritY.'
“They didn't get the chance. Applejack stopped them from getting into my pants.”
>Your boss doesn't buy it, worry showing ever so clearly.
>”You poor dear, are you sure you can work today? I would understand if you need to recover.”
“Nah, I'm used to it. Besides, I can finally do more than be your janitor starting today.”
>A quick flex of your left arm shows your enthusiasm to start work for the mare.
>It also inadvertently causes your boss to blush.
>”V-Very well then. Shall we start learning simple stitches and patterns?”
>'Real men sew! Why? You are dealing with a needle. A NEEDLE!'
>Although you two are excited for very different reasons, you are glad Brainon shares your enthusiasm.
“Ready when you are boss!”
>Your employer giggles and leads you into the back room to begin your informal training in design.
 
 
>”Now hold still Anon...”
>The mare gives you a calm gaze, letting you know everything will be okay.
>”This won't hurt but for a moment.”
>Controlling your breaths, you stick your hands out and nod.
>Rarity dabs a rag with alcohol onto your stabbed palms, causing you to grit your teeth and sigh.
>'How did you stab yourself so much? I thought you had nimble hands!'
'I'm the only one with hands you idiot! I have the nimblest AND clumsiest!'
>Rarity mistakes your grimace for anger, giving of a worried hum.
>”Anon, perhaps we should pick this up another time? I fear what would happen if we keep this up, besides, we will need to close shop soon for Pinkie's party.”
“Sounds good. Have a costume ready?”
>”But of course. This isn't my first Pinkie Pie costume party darling. I know the consequences of not showing up in costume are high.”
>You nod, grabbing a broom to clean up the mess you made while Rarity heads upstairs to change.
>'What do you think she'll come down as?'
'Don't know. Probably something high class, like a noble.'
>'Maids can be classy.'
'Doubt she is going to be a maid.'
>'Yeah, she wouldn't degrade herself by wearing something so skimpy.'
>The front bell jingles.
“Sorry, we're closed for the day.”
>”Mr. Anon! You're still here!”
>Sweetie Belle charges through the door and rushes to your side.
>”Oooh! You look cool!”
>The fillies adorable look of awe doesn't waver as she tilts her head.
>“… What are you?”
“I'm naked snake.”
>The filly nods and giggles.
>”Oh, I get it!”
>Her nodding stops, brow furrowing as her lips purse.
>”… But you aren't very naked or a snake.”
>'Silly Sweetie Belle. If Anon was naked in front of you; that would be pedophilia and he would go to jail!'
'Brainon!'
>Smiling at the young Unicorn, you think of the best way to describe Snake.
“He's a fictional hero from where I am from. He saved a lot of people and was very sneaky, like a snake. The naked part, well...”
>Rubbing the back of your neck, you relent.
”I never got that myself.”
>Sweetie Belle nods again, understanding.
>”Okay, that makes sense! Um, Applebloom said you were coming with us tonight, is that true?”
“Mhmm, after Pinkie's party.”
>The filly is grinning, eyes giving off a slight sparkle.
>”That's great! That means all of the Ponyville CMC will be together tonight! We could earn our cutie marks in, uh, candy grabbing or apple bobbing!”
>You chuckle and get to her level, patting her head.
“Or we could just have a fun time and worry about getting your cutie marks tomorrow, when there isn't free candy.”
>She buries her head in your hand, avoiding stabbing you with her horn.
>”Or that.”
>Rarity re-enters the room, dressed as a middle eastern belly dancer.
>”All right Anon, I'm rea-Sweetie! What are you doing here?”
>'Why does this seem so fitting?'
>”Hey sis! I came by to grab my costume, is it ready?”
>Rarity tries to cover up a bit before sighing and pulling out a basket containing a long black cloth and pointy hat.
>”Ah, yes. I had completely forgotten. Here it is Sweetie.”
>The basket floats over to the filly, a light blue glaze over it.
>”Yes! I'll be right back Anon! One sec.”
>Sweetie Belle rushes up the stairs to change.
>”Well Anon, how do I look?~”
>The mare does a little twirl before going back on all fours.
“Cute, very cultural.”
>”I had heard that dancers in Saddle Arabia wear this type of attire often and have been dying to try it out! It feels so loose, so free!”
>She giggles again, trotting over to your side.
>”Would you not agree Anonymous?~”
>Her tail slides against your leg as she asks this.
>'Definitely loose all right.'
>Smirking, your eyes follow the mare as she steps around you.
“You look like you're having a good time in it. Thinking of wearing it often?”
>The mare giggles.
>”Oh heavens no. If my customers were to see me romping around in such a scanty thing, why, I would be a laughing stock! This is a one night thing, to let loose and enjoy myself.”
>Sweetie Belle hops down the stairs, dressed as a witch.
>”Bwahahaha! Stand back Anon, or I shall turn you into a frog!”
>'Frog? Sounds awesome. Long sticky tongue, hopping all over the place, live in the water,-'
'Get eaten by snakes?'
>'No life is perfect.'
“As you command, Witchy Belle.”
>You take two steps back and bow, arms pointing her outside.
>The filly struts past you, quite proud of herself.
>Rarity gives you a concerned look, lips pulled to the side.
>”Don't indulge her too much, she might think she can actually be a witch.”
>'Oh right, Unicorn magic.'
“Nah, she's far too kind to be an actual witch. Ready to close up?”
>”Yes, and would you be a dear and get the lights?”
“Done and done.”
>One quick flip and the boutique is cast into darkness, save for the dim natural light coming from outside.
>Rarity holds the door as you follow the sisters outside.
>Applejack is waiting for you at the Boutique's entrance, covered from head to toe in white and black body paint.
>It looks to be similar to a skeleton.
>”Anon!”
“Hey AJ, how'd it go?”
>The skeleton mare smiles, chuckling.
>”Ah told ya that somethin' would get done. They're gonna find tha mares who harassed ya 'n have Cloudsdale officials deal with them!”
>'I should really get a cell phone, because I have been calling it a lot lately.'
>Sighing, you can' help but feel you are running in circles.
“Applejack... remember what I said about Cloudsdale taking care of their own?”
>Rarity looks up at you, concerned.
>”The mares who assaulted you were Pegasi? Oh my... Applejack, dear, Pegasi do not punish their own. It is why Rainbow Dash has gotten away with so much! Or did you not notice?”
>Applejacks smile turns to a look of concern.
>”No, nah. Ya'll 're just being pessimistic. Ah know the system won't let them get away with what they did!”
>'They let Fluttershy get away with what she did.'
'Brainon!'
>'What?! You know it's true. Replace Fluttershy with some pony who wasn't your friend. Same thing would happen! This system is more broken than the one back on Earth!'
>You hate to admit it, but he's right.
>This world's justice system is weak.
>A terrorist act might get a thorough talking to.
>Well, not that lenient, but you know it would not be an even exchange of crime and punishment.
“AJ, just let it go. If I see them again, I'll handle it myself.”
>”Uh uh, no vigilante stuff ya hear?”
>Sighing, you give the mare a tired explanation.
>In truth, you are tired of this.
>Dealing with the same problem you had hoped was finally taken care of.
“I don't mean I'll beat them. I'll just deliver them to the PPD myself, maybe they will be able to do something then.”
>Sweetie Belle looks up to you, worried.
>”Mr. Anon? What's going on?”
>'Oh right, kid is around. Hssss, bad idea talking about this in front of her.'
>A quick pet and encouraging smile is all it takes to stop the filly from getting too concerned.
“Nothing big, just some mares picking on me.”
>”Oh, is it because you're a human?”
“No, it's because they... -like- me.”
>Sweetie's face scrunches a bit.
>”But if they like you, why are they picking on you?”
>Rarity drapes a hoof over her sister and leads her away.
>”Because some mares are quite foolish Sweetie, there is no logical explanation to it.”
>Giving her sister a quick nuzzle, she lets her go.
>”Now come, Anon and I have a party to attend. I believe you have your own matters to take care of as well.”
>Sweetie Belle gasps and nods.
>”Oh, right! Applebloom and Scootaloo wanted to coordinate costumes! I hope they remembered I'm the witch!”
>The filly is off, heading for Sweet Apple Acres.
>'Rarity sure knows how to get rid of her sister.'
'She is still a kid, just point one in the direction of something they want and poof.'
>Applejack is looking at you, disappointed.
>”Ya really think that way, don't ya Anon?”
“Applejack... they let it go on with Fluttershy when I reported her. Why would this time be any different?”
>The mare looks down, trying to find a reasonable answer.
>”Because Fluttershy didn't seem tha type to try somethin' like that?”
“Maybe, come on, we can worry about it later. I was in a good mood and I want to get it back again.”
>”All right, but we're not done with this, ya hear?”
>Rarity steps forward, trying to get the three of you moving.
>”Darling, we're done with it for now. Does that sound reasonable?”
>AJ blows her breath up, lifting her stetson a bit.
>”Fine, ah guess. Party first, then we're gonna discuss it some more!”
>'Why is she so determined to defend her broken justice system?'
'Some people have a lot of faith in their government. Makes sense that Applejack would, given her connections with the diarchy.'
>Looking in the direction of Sugarcube Corner, you take a step.
“So, ready to go?”
>Rarity passes you, smiling as she does.
>”I'm waiting on you two darling.”
>Applejack steps next to you, nodding.
>”Ah'm ready.”
>With that settled, the three of you are off to Sugarcube Corner.
 
 
>The music Pinkie has must be heavy on the bass; the entire building is shaking with each beat.
>'Rocking heavy beats at three in the afternoon? Frat party! Quick, find me a keg!'
'A) It's a holiday. B) I have yet to see a single fraternity anywhere in Equestria. C) Fuck you, no heavy stuff.'
>'Heeeey, someone's finally using their head! For once...'
>You smack your head, grunting as you do.
>Applejack looks to you, giving you a confused look.
>”Are ya all right sugarcube?”
“I felt a fly on my head. A very annoying fly.”
>'I'm insulted, I'm much larger than a fly!'
'You are a mental mass. A fly is infinitely bigger than you!'
>'Well I'm prettier than one!'
>This petty attempt to save ground causes you to sigh and plant your hands in your pockets.
'… Uh oh.'
>'Yeah, I was going to mention something earlier, but I was too busy being petty about you calling me the B word.'
'Shut up Brainon.'
>'... I hate you.'
>Hopping on one foot, you wonder if it isn't too late.
“Girls, I have something I need to do real quick. I'll meet you inside.”
>You rush for the nearest mail box, trying to get your letters out before the last pick up is done.
>”A-All right. See ya inside Anon.”
>”Do hurry.”
>The two mares receding voices let you know they have gone on ahead.
>Using your memory of the area around Sugarcube Corner, you figure the nearest mailbox should be right about...
“There!”
>You pull out your letters and do a quick check to make sure you have them all.
'Water bill, power bill, order of rare opals for the boutique, letter to Fluttershy, and check for your bank. Good, all here.'
>'And he goes for the dunk!'
>As you reach for the handle, your hand is stopped by a hoof.
>”I can take them Anon.”
>You turn to see the bright smile of a certain mailmare who is back in Ponyville.
“Derpy! When did you get back?”
>She takes your letters and puts them in her bag.
>”Just last night. I wanted to make it back for Nightmare Night.”
>The mare giggles and adjusts her cap.
>”I promised Dinky I would be back in time to take her out tonight.”
“Right, how is Dinky? I haven't seen her in... a year? Little more.”
>Derpy opens the mailbox, emptying the bin into her bag.
>”She's fine, being a responsible little filly. She misses our mom though.”
“I see. When are you two going to visit her again?”
>The Pegasus flutters her wings and starts to hover upwards.
>”We just did a couple months ago. We're planning another visit for Hearths Warming Eve! I'd love to stay and chat, but I got to go Anon! Need to finish up. See you soon!”
>You wave to Derpy as she flies off, smiling at the determined mare.
>With your letters sent and nothing else stopping you, you return to Sugarcube Corner.
>'So three hours of party, then candy time. This is going to be a goooood night!'
>Brainon's enthusiasm rubs off on you, your legs picking up the pace so you can get your party on.
>With a few quick steps, you are through the double doors of the bakery.
>Loud thumps from the reverb and the raunchy robo porn known as dubstep assault you the moment you do.
>'Gah! M-Make it stop! It's like a cat scratching against a blackboard!'
>You endure the assault, hands on your ears as you look around for signs of Rarity or Applejack.
>A quick scan shows that Vinyl is providing music for Pinkie again.
>Many of the party-goers are letting loose on the dance floor to the bass heavy beats.
>”Wubwon?”
>It sounds like someone is talking to you, but the music is drowning them out.
>”Wunbon! Wubwub supoub to wub?”
“What?”
>”I saub. Whaub. Arub...”
>The music's volume comes crashing down to a tolerable level.
>”I said, what are you supposed to be?”
>No longer having to defend yourself, you let your arms down and look to the pony speaking to you.
>Twilight comes walking towards you.
>Dressed as some sort of elder jester or mage.
“Uh, I'm Naked Snake. You are?”
>She lets out a small huff and blows a bell from her face.
>”I'm Star Swirl the Bearded. I'm guessing you have no idea who he is?”
>Placing a hand on your chest, you ask her a sincere question.
“Do you have any idea who I am?”
>The mare nods, smiling a bit.
>”Fair enough. I just wish somepony would remember.”
>'She's dressed like an idiot, is into something nobody has heard of, and is a virgin... Oh my god. She's a hipster!'
'How do you know she is a virgin? Never assume.'
>'Dude, she sent you a letter coated in perfume that was actually a reminder of a not date you two talked about ONCE. If she isn't a virgin; I'll do a backflip out of your head and introduce myself to her before dancing off while the song -Hello my baby- plays.'
'Implying you are capable of doing that.'
>Deciding to indulge the mare, you give her a small compliment.
“Well you look good. I take it he was powerful?”
>”Yes! How did you know?”
>'All mages are judged by the ferocity of their beard. That beard screams rapemongoloid!'
“Lucky guess.”
>She must never know that Brainon's stupid theory was actually your own.
>”Heh. Would you believe me if I told you that I made this myself four years ago?”
“Seriously?”
>The mare twirls a piece of her mane magically and nods.
>”Yeah, it's silly, I know. I just really liked it and thought...”
>She pauses for a moment, blushing a bit.
>”Maybe you would too.”
>'Her dressing up as an old man is supposed to impress you? This girl has some freaky sexual preferences.'
'Brainon!'
>Before you can respond, Pinkie pounces your back and clings.
>”Nonny! You're late. Well, technicallyyou'reearly,butwhenRarityandApplejackcameinwithou-”
>'Saved by the Pinkie. Wonder what she is. A fruit? Maybe some sort of wordplay on pie!'
'That's ridiculous. She's too creative to go for the obvious joke.'
>You pull the mare off your back and see she is dressed up as a pumpkin.
>'Dude, cellphone. Just putting it out there.'
>”-Twilightturneddownthemusicandstarted walking here, that's when I saw you and knew you made it! Happy Nightmare Night Nonny!”
“Happy Nightmare Night Pumpkin Pie... Pinkie Pie! Gah.”
>The two mares giggle at your faux paus.
>They are soon joined by some of the random ponies in attendance.
>”See? I TOLD you that other ponies would get my joke Twilight! I win again~”
>The purple Unicorn rolls her eyes, sighing as she motions for you to follow her.
>You oblige her and wave to Pinkie as the music starts to rise again.
>”So, Naked Snake?”
“It's a human thing.”
>Twilight chuckles and leads you to the rear of the bakery.
>”Of course it is.”
>Once you pass the swinging door, you see that Rarity, Applejack, and Lyra are waiting for you.
>Lyra is dressed similar to a Vegas dancer; flashy vest and all.
>The mint colored Unicorn rushes over and hugs you.
>”Hey Anon. Nice costume.”
>'Tch, like this mare even knows what you is gurl.'
'None of them do. Just take the compliment.'
>Returning the hug, you smile.
“Thanks. Same to you.”
>She lets go of you, offering you a cup of punch.
“This isn't spiked, is it?”
>Applejack chuckles.
>”Nah, it's clean. Ya really think we would try ta get ya hammered after last time?”
>Rarity brings a hoof to her lips as she looks up.
>”Well, now that you mention it...”
>Lyra and Twilight both shoot her a look of disapproval.
>”I was just joking, I would never hurt our dear human.”
>The white mare giggles and fans herself, flashing you a sly smile.
>'So, I heard your boss wants to get into your pants. Think she'll give you a raise if you give her a Canterlot boxcar?'
'Shut up Bra- … Do I even want to know what a Canterlot boxcar is?'
>'Depends; you into yoga and pudding?'
'Don't want to know.'
>Turning your attention to the adorkable mare, you decide to question why she brought you here.
“So why'd you pull me away Twilight?”
>Your little purple dork pulls out a long roll of paper and hands it to you.
>”I wanted to give you this in person, and I figured you might want some select mares around when you read it.”
>Everyone save for Twilight has the same confused look on their face.
>You unfurl the roll and read aloud the larger text.
“Deed of property ownership... This document decrees that the following plots of land are owned by the current holder of this document. Whereupon the current holder is Anonymous... Twilight, what is this?”
>Twilight lifts a frame that was hidden behind a table.
>She places the document into the frame and sets it down.
>”Anon, when you built your house, you didn't get any legal documents or government approval. You just built it. If somepony wanted to; they could have had it demolished and there would have been nothing you could do about it! I didn't want that to happen so I did some things and now your house is safe. Not only that, you now own the land it's built upon... aaand quite a bit more~”
>The mares are shocked, clearly this isn't something happens often.
>Applejack pulls the frame over and takes a quick peek.
>”Sweet molasses! Twilight, are these numbers right?”
>Twilight nods, rubbing her hoof as she begins to blush.
“What's wrong Applejack?”
>The orange mare shakes her head and whistles.
>”Anon, ya got quite a bit of land fer yerself. If ya wanted ta, ya could raise... Oh, I get it. Twilight's thinkin' ahead.”
>'Oh, this gun be good.'
>Worried, you ask again.
“How much land is there Applejack?”
>The cowmare hands you the document.
>”Ah'd say it's about a quarter tha size a Sweet Apple Acres.”
>Lyra does a spittake and begins to cough.
>”Wh-*krph* what?!”
>”That's right. Enough land ta raise a large family. Heck, ah'd say several.”
>'Looks like they're planning on you to get that herd up and running as soon as possible.'
'W-Wait! I'm not even sure I... I mean, wait, what... this is too much.'
>You hand the document to Twilight, rubbing beads of sweat from your forehead.
“Twilight, I can't just accept this. I-I mean... I'm not even sure about what will happen in the future and then there's the fact that this must have cost a fortune t-”
>Twilight raises a hoof and looks you dead in the eyes.
>”Anon, this isn't a gift from me. I just made sure you would be safe. The princesses sent me this. It turns out they've been meaning to give this to you ever since they found out you left your place in Ponyville. Not sure why it was never sent, but the land is yours. Royal decree, see?”
>A purple glow surrounds the paper, pulling it out and flipping it over.
>The paper bears the royal crest on the back.
>'Whoa... so we're legit owners of a huge piece of land? Is this one of those endangered species things where they sanction off land for them?'
>Feeling a bit more secure with whats going on, you place the paper back into it's frame.
“Okay, so the Princesses are giving this to me. You didn't buy the land in an effort to try and get me to form a herd. Do I have everything right?”
>Twilight breaks out into a fit of laughter.
>”A-Anon, pfft, it's only been a little over a week! I'm not going to force you into a commitment that large before you've even had a chance to decide who you want to be with. Jeez, what do you take me for?”
>'A stalker? Wait! If this was meant for you, how come the Princesses didn't just send it directly to you?'
'That is a very good question.'
>Deciding to get some answers, your focus is once again on the purple Unicorn.
“Twilight, if this was mine from the start, how come you had it?”
>She blushes harder and rubs the back of her neck.
>”Um, when they found out that they never gave you the land, they WANTED to send the deed directly to you, but I kind of asked if I could be the one to give it to you instead... as a surprise... Heh, surprise?”
>The room is filled with silence, save for the muffled wubs coming from just outside.
>'... This is funny and awkward at the same time. At least for me, for you this has just got to be awkward.'
'She's a little dork, we've established this. I'm not going to freak out if she does something a bit out there.'
>Giving a sincere smile, you nod once.
“Well, I'm certainly surprised. Thank you Twilight, for making sure I would have a place to call my own and the legal power to back that up.”
>She just shakes her head and giggles.
>As you share a quiet moment with a few of your friends, the door separating you from the party gets pushed inwards by a rushing pink and orange mare with a purple rider in armor on her back.
>”There you all are! Spike and I have been looking eeeverywhere for you guys!”
>Spike dismounts Pinkie, looking over at Rarity.
>”Whoa, Rarity! You look amazing!”
>She giggles at Spike's admiration.
>”Thank you Spikey wikey. I'm glad you like it.”
>The dragon is staring at her, body slumped over a bit.
“Spike?”
>”Huh?”
>He looks up to you and shakes his head.
>”Oh! Sorry, hey Anon! Hi Applejack, Lyra.”
>You wave to the dragon knight, wondering if he understands the irony of his costume.
“Did you need something?”
>Pinkie pounces you, weightless as she balances on your head.
>”Heck yeah we did! You all just vanishedwhilethepartyisgoingonandwecan'thaveaproperparty-”
>'If we could somehow fix a generator to her mouth... my god man! We could have perpetual motion!'
'Wouldn't that hurt her?'
>'Can Pinkie even feel pain?'
>”-wubwubwubbingsoshechangedit and now everything is all calm on the dancefloor. Whew! I could go for some punch!”
>The pink pumpkin grabs your cup and chugs it.
>”Mmm! Cherry flavored!”
>She then hops off and pushes you out into the party.
>The music has changed from dubstep into a more calm song.
>Some of the more intimate ponies couple up and dance together to it.
>”Nonny, you haven't partied at all since you got here!”
“Sorry Pinkie, Twilight had some news she wanted to share with me. Party now?”
>She remounts your head and looks into your eyes.
>”Party always!”
>Pinkie sets herself to ride you around the room for a bit, getting you to interact and talk with random ponies.
 
 
>The sun is starting to set.
>It's been a fun day so far.
>The mares finally are aware of who you would want in a herd, they seemed a bit excited to know where your interests were...
>Save for Rarity who understood why you didn't feel comfortable including her.
>Didn't stop her from trying to convince you otherwise.
>'Too bad. She has a nice marshmallowy butt.'
'If I find another job later I could always see if our feelings are still the same, until then. No hanky panky with my boss.'
>Pinkie somewhat forced you out of your shell and comfort zone.
>It was necessary though, it made you see that you are a citizen among these ponies and they can more than accept that.
>Spike seemed to try and distance himself from you.
>'Yeah, I think he noticed how close Rarity was being with you.'
'Poor guy is going to have to go through the feeling of losing his first crush one day. One of the worst feelings you can have as a kid.'
>It's nearly 5:30 and you needed a breather.
>You stepped outside the bakery and walked down a nearby alley to get some alone time.
>”Hey hey, if it isn't my favorite biped. What's up?”
>The familiar voice causes you to turn and see one of the most popular DJ's in all of Equestria watching you.
>Her shades are on top of her head, bright red eyes on you.
“Nothing, you?”
>She chuckles and steps next to you.
>”Come on; becoming a hero, making peace with your old haters, getting ready to hit the dating scene, and even thinking of starting a herd? That ain't nothing man.”
>'So, who blabbed this time?'
“Okay, who told you?”
>She pulls out a granola bar and pulls the wrapper off.
>”Pinkie told me. Girl knows everything that happens in town.”
>The blue haired Unicorn takes a bite and chews.
>”Yeah, guess this means your old days of avoiding horse coochie are over, huh?”
>'Heh, coochie.'
>You slink down to take a seat.
“Yep. Finally going to go native... once I find the right mare.”
>Vinyl sits next to you, taking another bite off her bar.
>”Well, my offer still stands. Shack up with me, hit the road, get into some uninhibited fun when we hit the big cities. Just let me know if you're interested.”
>Vinyl was different from most of the ponies you met when you first arrived.
>She didn't dislike or find some weird immediate sexual attraction to you.
>She just thought you were strange enough to hold her interest.
>The mare needed your help a couple of times, you being able to lift heavier equipment and all.
>Pretty soon she started making offers of letting you be her roadie and occasional rut buddy.
>Once you made it clear you weren't going to fuck a horse, she backed off on the rut buddy part and accepted your choice.
>Now though...
“Vinyl, I'm not interested. In the uninhibited stuff I mean. I'm not looking for a quick fuck. I want some one who will stand by me.”
>The mare looks at you, eyebrow raised and lips pulled to the side.
>”And a herd fits that description?”
>Feeling cornered, you try your best to explain what you want.
“I'd only want a mare who I know will stick by my side to be in it. Besides, it's not set in stone that I'll even have a herd.”
>She nods and offers you a bite from her bar.
>You decline, not hungry.
>”Well, if you ever feel the need to let loose and take a break from finding your soul mate or mates, I'm around. Or if you ever need a good DJ; I do more than dubstep. Just saying.”
>The mare is understanding, you'll give her that.
“Mind if I ask a question?”
>The mare crumples her wrapper and shoots it into a bin at the end of the alley.
>”Yesss, and yeah, go ahead.”
“How come you helped me that night?”
>Vinyl looks confused.
>”What do you mean why? You're my favorite biped! I can't just let some filthy animals rip you apart. That'd make me sad. Sad DJ's don't get a lot of gigs Anon.”
>She chuckles and lowers her shades.
>'Too bad she is so loose, she'd make a great friend otherwise. Can't have you going to parties and getting drugged. Dragged to the back room to fuck who knows what. End up filled with shame, regret, and possible sperm the next day. Then there's the fact you'd have drunk and high mares alw-'
'Brainon, Point made!'
>'You're going to keep calling me that, aren't you?'
'What do you think?'
>Looking to Vinyl, you give her a soft smile.
“Well, glad my untimely death would register a few tears in your book.”
>”What? Who says I would cry! I would just be sad. Come on, like you dying would make me babble like a foal.”
>She punches your arm and gives you a quick smile.
>”You should get out more, the ponies of Ponyville lose out because you like staying to yourself.”
>Rubbing your arm, you chuckle.
“I'm starting to change that. I don't think I've spent more than four hours in my own house awake this week. It's been nice getting out for once.”
>”Good, now you just need to keep it that way. Oh, yeah, before I forget...”
>The mare pulls out a small metal cylinder attached to a chain.
>She places it in your palm and gives you her signature grin.
“What is this?”
>”It's a laser pointer dumby. If you ever catch a show of mine you'll need one. Also helps to point out stars, look.”
>Without hesitation she takes it back and shines it upwards, a dark green line shooting upwards before placing a dot in the sky.
>'Whoa that's powerful! You can make it out so clearly! Must be really easy to take someone's eyes out with that... huh.'
'I'm not going to shoot someone in the eye with that thing!'
>'I wasn't gonna suggest doing that! That's just a dick move.'
>The DJ hands the laser back to you and chuckles at your shocked expression.
“Thanks for the blinding beam Vinyl, I'll make sure to be responsible with it.
>Vinyl stands, stretching before plopping down on all fours and making her way back to the party.
>”That's good. Maybe I'll see you around more?”
“Maybe. Have fun with the rest of the party Vinyl.”
>”Later biped boy.”
>She gives you a wave before she leaves your sight.
>'Almost candy time. You hyped Anon?'
'Eh.'
>'I'm sorry. I don't think I heard you. Are. You. HYPED?!'
'It's just candy. It's good but not something to lose your shit over.'
>You brush yourself off before standing.
>Having gotten a bit of down time, you head back to the party to grab Pinkie and meet up with the kids to go on whatever it is that they call -trick or treating- here.
>Before heading inside, you notice that there is a large build up of dark clouds forming over the town.
>'Hope we don't get rained out.'
'Not a chance, there wasn't anything about a scheduled rain today.'
>With that in mind, you step inside and look for your orange and pink pal.
 
 
>”-and we'll take all the sweets and mix them all together~ make sure to love it cause it won't last forever~ My friends will love it because they are just so clever~ Nothing can stop us, not now not ever~”
>The excited Pumpkin Pie is doing a nonstop cartwheel around you as you two go to meet up with the kids.
>'Make sure to love it cause it won't last forever~ Gah! She got another one stuck. How can she make up all these catchy songs on the fly like that?'
'She's creative, probably comes naturally to her.'
>'Well tell her to stop! I've already got four of her songs memorized.  If she keeps this up, I'll never be able to think out of song again!'
'What would be so bad about living life with some music in the background?'
>You are humming her latest little diddy as she sings it.
>She takes notice and stops cartwheeling, walking along side you while keeping her eyes on yours.
>”Hey Nonny Nonny, how great will tonight be?~ We'll have candy as far as our eyes can see!~”
“Well Pinkie Pie I'd say it'll be amazing~ I just hope the midnight bell doesn't begin to ring~ Don't want our fun to stop, not just as it's begun~ If we hear that bell we should hurry up and run!~”
>You know that was shit, but the mare simply giggles and bobs her head.
>”Look Nonny Nonny you're doing it as well!~ For your first time singing I think you're doing it just swell~”
>”Hey Mr. Anon what are we singing?~ I want to join in and maybe grow a pair of wings!~”
>”Sweetie Belle! That didn't rhyme.”
>Just as you start to get a feel for creating songs, the fillies you were looking for bring you out of it.
>Sweetie Belle is still a witch, Applebloom seems to be dressed as Dorothy from the wizard of Oz, and Scootaloo looks like a flying monkey.
>Along with the three fillies you are most familiar with, there is also a half dozen more foals around them.
>One of the colts dressed as a ninja steps forward, body shaking.
>”Y-you're the human who saved my friends from those animals, right?”
“There were some details missing from that story, but yeah, I am.”
>He gulps and tries to meet your gaze.
>”S-So you don't eat little foals who disobey their parents like Snips and Snails said, r-right?”
>Before you can answer, three little fillies jump in to defend you.
>Applebloom steps towards the colt.
>”Course he don't! Mr. Anon is a great guy 'n he deserves better than what ponies have been giving him!”
>Hopping on top of Applebloom, Sweetie Belle leans in.
>”Yeah! Snips and Snails have been lying again! Mr. Anon doesn't eat meat at all!”
>The colt shakes more as the duo get on his case.
>”B-But Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon said it as well!”
>More of the group seems to be falling for the idle gossip presented to them.
>Scootaloo hovers a bit, trying to assert herself over the mumbling.
>”Well they're lying too! Mr. Anon loves kids and made sure that we were safe the entire time!”
>'Hah! They think you love kids. You're not a pedophile! You just tolerate them.'
'… That was a bad joke, even by your standards.'
>'Standards?'
>The little Pegasus's wings finally give in and she falls to the ground.
>With a quick lift, you help her back to her feet.
“Listen, I'm not going to eat any of you... sooo long as my candy appetite is satisfied!”
>'Ahhh yeah! Now to seal the deal, get them motivated!'
“So long as we get enough candy for me tonight, no one has to be scared! But if we don't... I'll be very, VERY hungry!”
>They seem to shake more, getting ready to run as a mob into town to hit as many houses as possible.
>Applebloom and Scootaloo seem to understand your plan and nod.
>Pinkie and Sweetie Belle however...
>”W-Wait, I thought you said you don't eat fillies!”
“I don't, but when free candy is presented... my appetite goes berserk! GRAAAH!”
>The foals and Pinkie run screaming into town to the nearest house.
>Scootaloo and Applebloom are staying behind with you, laughing while rolling on the ground.
>”That was a good one Mr. Anon!”
>The yellow filly stands up, rubbing a tear from her eye.
>”Hee, yeah! Ah almost believed ya myself.”
>'Now that the wheels are in motion... we must trick should we not receive our treats. Now come my mortal coil. Stalk into town and gather the sugary delicacies I desire! March!'
>You can't help but chuckle at how much of a B-rate action movie villain Brainon sounds like right now.
“Come on, we have candy to get.”
>The two remaining fillies and yourself start to march in with the group, still chuckling and laughing at the reaction you got from them.
 
 
>”Come on sis! Just one more house? Pleeeeease?”
>You giggle at the little Unicorn's pleas for more candy before heading home.
“Okay Dinky, just one more. But you have to head straight to bed, it's getting very late.”
>Your sister hugs you and rushes off to one more house to get some more sweet treats.
>As you begin to follow, you hear somepony *hic*ing while giggling.
>Worried that somepony might be drunk and lost at this time of night, you turn to try and find the source of the noises.
“Wait... I can't leave Dinky alone.”
>Just as you are going to turn to grab your sister, she comes barreling into your legs.
>”Look how much they gave me sis! See?”
>Dinky raises her bag for you to see.
>It is almost spilling over.
“That's wonderful Dinky, but we need to do something really quick before heading home.”
>You motion for your sister to follow you, leading her to the source of the giggles.
 
 
>”WhooHOO! Look at our haul Nonny! It's GINORMOUS!”
>Pinkie is dancing around with a bag as large as her, full of candy.
>The foals are just as excited, squealing and laughing at their full grown pony sized sacks of sugary treats.
>'Mmm, dude, just melt all this candy together and shape it into a mare. I'm in love~'
'That is- God! What the hell Brainon?!'
>'I'll name her U I, so I can put us together.'
'That doesn't even make sense.'
>As you continue this strange conversation with Brainon, you feel a quick hit against your leg.
>Looking down you see Dinky Hooves.
>”M-Mr. Anon! P-Please help!”
>She is crying and breathing heavily.
>'Oh shit, what happened?!'
>Worried, you take a knee and try to calm her down.
“What's wrong Dinky? Where's your big sis?”
>The filly snorts and tries to talk.
>”Sh-She is, she's over here! Please, save her!”
>The filly starts to run.
>Standing up, you try to stop her.
“Dinky! Fuck... Pinkie! Go get some help and meet me in that general direction, kids, follow Pinkie!”
>Without looking back, you rush to catch up with the filly.
>'This is bad... G-GG! It just got worse!'
'Please don't tell me...'
>'Bad feeling, and it's bigger than earlier!'
>Ignoring your own danger, you continue trying to find the filly.
>”AHHHHH!”
'That was Derpy!'
>'Go!'
>You follow the screams and see her being held down in an alley by three stallions while a fourth tries to hold her legs open.
>Dinky is being held down by a fifth.
>'Fuck them up!'
>Don't even need to think twice!
>Not even two large strides and you kick the stallion holding Derpy's legs open across the face, sending him barreling into a wall.
“Get off her!”
>The other four don't take kindly to what you just did.
>One of them pulls Derpy back and stands next to the one holding Dinky.
>The bigger of the two unoccupied stallions rushes at you.
>You dodge and grab him by his tail, swinging him into a wall and forcing a loud wail to escape him.
>”Not so fast you fucking ape!”
>”Anon!”
>The remaining free one is holding a knife to Dinky's neck.
>”Yeah, we're going to play nice now. Aren't we monkey?”
>Your hands clench into a fist, angered at how helpless you feel right now.
>”Heh, that's right, get angry all you want.”
>The one holding Derpy pushes the mare into the ground, mounting her.
>”Please, don't!”
>As the mare streams tears, instinct takes over and you try to step forward to help.
>”Hey!”
>The knife wielder presses the tip against Dinky's neck.
>You grit your teeth and hold your place.
>'Fuck! Anon, dodge!'
>Still holding your ground to keep Dinky safe, you are pushed into the ground from above.
>”Hey! What are you doi- ahhhh.”
>A quick jerk and flip has you on your back.
>Three Pegasi wearing thick body suits are holding you down.
>Two of them are black while another is a greyish color.
>'Fucking hell! Not now!'
>”You have fun with your monkey, we'll have fun with our retard. Deal?”
>The three Pegasi silently nod while keeping you down.
>One of the black ones tries to move to your pants but is stopped by the grey one.
>”Anon! Please save my sister!”
>”Shut up!”
>The knife wielding stallion slaps Dinky across the face.
>'Where the fuck are the police?!'
'I don't know! Why is this happening now?!'
>The grey one is getting ready to rip your pants off.
>Derpy is crying as the stallion atop her tries to force himself in her.
>Dinky is forced to watch all this happen.
>You continue to struggle, trying to escape.
>The three Pegasi are able to over power you though, their combined strength keeping you from freeing yourself.
>Just as the rapist atop Derpy is about to take her, a loud whistling is heard.
>”yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyYYYYYY-”
>'What the fuck is-'
>Snowflake dives in behind the knife wielder and bucks the back of his head.
>This sends him flying over and knocking one of the black Pegasi off you.
>Snowflake stays on the offensive and bucks the stallion holding Dinky in the balls.
>Dinky is free and runs to try and help her sister.
>With the two remaining Pegasi distracted, you lunge upwards and punch the remaining black one.
>The grey one tries to fly off but you grab its tail.
>Attempting to hold it's tail is a struggle, given that the suit covering must be something akin to rubber.
>It continues to fly, not letting you hold it down.
>With a loud and painful rip it escapes, but not before leaving you with a piece of its suit and tail hairs.
>”YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
>The loud yell causes you to look over to Snowflake and see that he has incapacitated the last stallion, saving Derpy.
>”Sis!”
>Dinky clings to her still crying sister.
>”I told you to run Dinky! I-I told you to run...”
>The two sisters hold each other, clinging tightly.
>One of the Pegasi stumbles to its feet and tries to take off.
>'Not happening!'
>You grab it and push it into the ground.
>Snowflake sees this and pins the other Pegasi down as well.
>As if on cue, Pinkie and a large amount of officers appear at the entrance of the alley.
>”Nonny!”
>The mare rushes to your side.
>”A-Are you okay?!”
>'Where the fuck were these guys when you needed them?!'
>Switching off the mare with a police officer, you attempt to catch  your breath.
“I'm fine. I'm fine.”
>The mare holds you, officers sweeping the area.
 
 
>”Are you sure this is all of it?”
“Yeah, this was all I could grab.”
>You hand the officer the hairs and suit piece.
>”Yellow maned Pegasus... going to be hard to track, but we'll find them. Thank you for your aid citizen.”
>The officer leaves you to go submit the evidence of the attack and rape attempt.
>Turns out it was a trap set up by a group of intolerant Earth stallions.
>They were planning to beat and rape Derpy for her deformities.
>Berry Punch was used as bait after they got her drunk, at the party you were just at no less.
>Two of the Pegasi who attacked you were the same mares from before.
>They claimed they didn't know who the third one was and that he or she just showed up as they were getting ready to do the obvious.
>After the police arrived, all of Ponyville was stirred awake.
>Your friends came to comfort you.
>Lyra is sitting next to you on a bench as officers question Snowflake and the Hooves sisters.
>”Are you okay Anon? Really okay?”
>Looking to the mare, you give a tired response.
“I'm fine, I'm used to this.”
>'But not to this extent! These mares almost succeeded!'
'Yeah... Fluttershy was trying to rape me, but she was utter shit at it. Almost like it was a game between us.'
>'You know, save for the last one where she nearly KILLED you! Oh, and the fact it is still RAPE!'
'I know Brainon. I-I'm just saying.'
>Lyra shakes her head, tearing up a bit.
>”That's-that's horrible! That you are used to it I mean. No one should be used to... this!”
>You look to the minty mare who is holding your arm with her hooves.
“Your town is a magnet for near destruction and chaos. Would you say you're used to it?”
>She doesn't respond, holding your hand tighter instead.
>Pinkie and the rest of the elements, minus the obvious absentee, are walking towards you.
>”Nonny? Do you want to talk about it?”
“No, I don't.”
>Twilight steps forward, placing a hoof on your lap.
>”We're here for you Anon.... we know we weren't last time, but we're here now!”
>The purple Unicorn looks like she is about to cry.
>Rainbow Dash places a hoof on Twilight and tries to calm her down.
>As she does, Applejack pulls off her stetson.
>”What'll happen ta tha mares?”
>You flash her a weak smile and meet her eyes.
“You were right. They won't be getting away with it. Since this was a public attempt and they were apprehended, Ponyville will be taking over the legal ramifications. If Cloudsdale tries to interfere, they'll be hit with a fine as large as an Ursa Major.”
>The only reason you know this is because the officer explained it to you.
>They did a bit of research to do their best at apprehending the mares when AJ told them what happened.
>'I still can't believe they are actually doing something this time around.'
'I can. I was skeptical, but I had hoped.'
>Just as you are about to speak again, a gust of cold air comes rushing by.
>The gust causes you to shiver and dig your hands into your pockets, pulling out the scarf and gloves you packed.
>As you search for the clothes, you feel a cold metal object press against your knuckles.
>'Anon, do you think we could have-'
'No. I don't think we could have blinded the knife wielder with the laser. Even if we tried, we'd have run the risk of hitting Dinky. If this thing really can blind a person... I don't want to even guess what it would do to a kid.'
>'Good point. Not worth the risk.'
>After putting on your extra clothes, Lyra buries herself against you, shivering.
“I appreciate the concern guys, really, but it's fine. The cops got them, no one was hurt, and...”
>Pausing, you almost can't believe you can say this.
”Well, they believed me for once.”
>”We should have believed you a lot sooner Anon.”
>Derpy is walking towards you with Dinky in tow.
>She is unharmed, save for a bruise or two.
>”Anon... thank you.”
“Don't thank me. I know what it's like to be where you were. You don't need to thank me for wanting to stop that.”
>Derpy shakes her head and looks at you as best she can.
>”You're wrong. If you hadn't shown up, I would have been beaten and raped. You saved me Anon.”
>'Remember what you said earlier? -Just take the compliment-? Well just take the gratitude. If someone had done what you did, but to Fluttershy, wouldn't you be grateful?'
'Fair enough.'
>Smirking at the mare, you feel a little less tired.
“Well, consider it thanks for the muffin.”
>Derpy shakes her head and laughs.
>”And ponies think I'm the dumb one. Anon, I have to get Dinky home. We'll talk more about this later, okay?”
“All right then. Night Derpy, night Dinky.”
>The filly smiles at you, clinging to her sister.
>”Bye bye Mr. Anon, it was nice seeing you again and thank you for saving my big sis!”
>As the two sisters leave, a certain built Pegasus takes their place.
>”Hey.”
“Hey.”
>Snowflake is looking you over, up and down.
>'Is he checking you out?'
'I don't know, are you getting a bad feeling?'
>'Yeah, but not one of the usual rapey ones... more like an uncomfortable -walking around naked- one.'
>He nods and snorts before offering you a hoof.
>”I'm not gonna lie, I'm impressed.”
>With a quick shake you pull your gloved hand back to wrap around a shivering Lyra.
“With what I did?”
>”No, well, yes, but I mean with your muscles. You clearly keep in shape.”
>'Three years of excercise'll do that to you kid.'
>Unsure how to respond, you go for the fall back.
“Thank you?”
>”I don't think we've been formerly introduced Anon. My name is Snowflake, and it's an honor to meet you.”
“Hey there Snowflake, and you shouldn't feel honored to meet me. We have seen each other a few times now.”
>”Why not? A man who understand the importance of fitness? Only a few around here get it.”
>'Not to the extent this guy takes it. I mean, look at him! His pecs have pecs!'
>Once again, you are unsure how to respond.
“Right. Anyway, I should thank you. You really saved Derpy and me back there.”
>The walking tank chuckles, smirking as he pats his chest once.
>”Not a problem. I saw what was happening from up above and couldn't just stand by. I jumped in as soon as I could.”
>'... That doesn't make sense. The sky is full of clouds, how could he see us if he was midflight?'
'Maybe he was getting ready to land?'
>'Way too coincedental. Something doesn't add up.'
'Brainon, he saved me, and more importantly Derpy and Dinky. I'm not going to drill the guy for being at the right place at the right time.'
“I guess I should get going home now. The police are done with me for now and it's getting late.”
>Lyra clings to you more, eyes looking up at you.
>”That one Pegasus that got away could still be out there! You would be putting yourself in danger again.”
>The rest of the ponies surrounding you seem to agree, worried you may be in danger.
“I can handle one Pegasus. Trust me.”
>Snowflake shakes his head, looking at you sternly.
>”No way, you're not going home alone tonight.”
>Rainbow Dash flutters up and raises her hoof.
>”If it helps, I could watch him tonight and make sure nopony jumps him.”
>”Ya can stay at tha farm if ya want Anon.”
>”As your employer and friend, I cannot let you walk into a possibly dangerous situation. You may stay with me tonight.”
>The rest of the group offers to let you stay with them, voices rising to try and keep you from objecting.
“Guys... guys! Please, calm down. I am going to head home tonight. If you remember, it is pretty well fortified. I'll be safe.”
>Most of the group seems to understand your reasoning, a few faces show defiance to your answer.
>Rainbow is the first to speak out.
>”Nuh uh, you're not going home alone. I'll stay with you tonight.”
>Snowflake huffs and steps next to the mare.
>”No, I will. YOU have a mess to take care of and a supervisor to talk to.”
>The stallion points up towards the dense sky, glaring at Rainbow as he does.
>”Uhh, all right. I figured a night off to party would have been okay. Didn't realize the clouds would get this thick”
>The rainbow maned mare flies off into the sky, clearing it of the muggy clouds as quick as she can.
>Snowflake continues to glare before turning his attention to you.
>”I can go whenever you're ready Anon.”
>Lyra pulls on your arm again, grabbing your attention.
>”I don't think just having one extra pair of eyes will be enough. Can I stay with you tonight? To make sure nothing happens.”
>'I seriously hope she isn't using your near rape attempt as an excuse to stay with you.'
'Lyra isn't the type to abuse a situation.'
>'You mean aside from the night in the barn?'
>Relenting, you accept their proposition.
“Fine, if Lyra and Snowflake stay with me tonight, will that make you all feel better?”
>The rest of the group seems content with this plan.
>Applejack raise her hoof, trying to grab your attention.
>”All right, but if ya need anythin', Big Mac 'n ah'll be up fer a while. Just head on down ta tha farm, okay?”
>Pinkie nods, eyes closed.
>”Yeah Nonny, we're right here if you need us! Any time, any place!”
>You nod and stand, your minty mare following suit.
“Don't worry, I'll be safe, I promise. Now I should get heading home. I'll see you all tomorrow, okay?”
>The mares wish you a safe night as you and your two guards for the night head to your home.
 
 
>”Okay, I'll keep an eye in the sky while Lyra stays by your side. Sound good?”
“Whatever you think will work.”
>'Because it's not like you haven't done this nearly a hundred times before.'
>Snowflake nods before taking off into a cloud above your home.
>He starts to position it in a way where he will be able to get a good glimpse of anything or anyone approaching.
>Lyra is watching him do this beside you, holding your deed and sack of sweets.
>”Think he'll be okay?”
“He'll be fine. I saw him handle those criminals. He can take care of himself.”
>You walk into your house, closing and locking the door behind Lyra.
>”Where do you want me to drop this?”
>Looking around, you can only see one place that could fit the sack.
“On the couch is fine for now.”
>The mare places your bag on the couch and takes a seat next to it.
>She looks up and down it, whistling as she does.
>”Dang, it's as big as me!”
>'If only you were made of candy Lyra. Then everyone would be happy.'
'Not her, she would be eaten.'
>'I'm pretty sure she wants you to eat her, if you know what I mean.'
>The mare looks at you, smiling.
>”You're smiling Anon, whatcha thinking about?”
>She caught you again.
“I was thinking of you.”
>Lyra blushes and looks away.
>”No, really, what were you thinking of?”
“I was thinking of you, Lyra. It wasn't anything deep or romantic, but I was thinking of you.”
>She giggles and stands up, walking next to you.
>”Well, glad I am in your thoughts... Um, Anon?”
“Yeah?”
>'Here we go.'
>”Well, remember when you said you needed to practice massaging ponies so you could try and get that job at the spa? I know tonight isn't the best night to ask... but, you have both our arms back and... I-I mean, if you wanted too...”
>You take a knee and pet the mare, smiling while your eyes meet hers.
“Yeah, I don't mind giving a quick massage. You've probably been waiting all week for this, huh?”
>The mare's eyes go wide and her cheeks turn a dark rosy red.
>”N-No! I-I mean, yes, but only because I've been very stressed lately and I could use one!”
>'Then why didn't she just go to the spa and get one?'
>Lyra's overreaction causes you to laugh while you scratch behind one of her ears.
“All right, all right. Come on, let's head upstairs.”
>You lead the mare to your room and set her down on your bed.
>She lays her head on your pillow and looks back, staring at you.
>After removing your gloves you place your hands on her back.
>...
“Uh... How do I...”
>”J-Just rub your fingers and palms along my sides and back. Working the muscles and looking for spots that feel knotted.”
>Following her instructions, you begin to run your fingers up and down her sides, applying a little pressure to search for tight spots.
>”Mmm, like that. Slower, more focused and a little deeper.”
>'Hmm, this doesn't seem too hard.'
'When your alternative is a pair of hooves, I'm sure this must feel like heaven.'
>The mare's breathing slows, deepening. She coos while smiling.
>”Ooooh, yeah. That's good.”
>Lyra is clearly content.
>She seems peaceful, relaxed.
>You move your hands up to her back, causing the mare to giggle and bury her head into your pillow.
>'... Wait a minute, don't people fall asleep if they get a massage while tired?'
'Sometimes, why?'
>”Quick! Get her off your bed before-'
>Too late.
>The minty Unicorn has fallen asleep on your bed. A content smile upon her face.
>The look of peace causes you to smile as well, then lay a blanket on her.
“Sleep tight Lyra, see you in the morning.”
>You leave the mare in your room, still dressed while snoozing on your bed.
 
 
>'Okay, Big Mac or Thunderlane?'
'Hmm, Big Mac has better than decent aim, so Thunderlane can't just fly off and get an aerial advantage. I'd go with Big Mac.'
>'Okay, fair enough. Big Mac or Iron Will?'
'From what I've been told; the Minotaur knows how to break a man. Iron Will.'
>'Err, unfair advantage. How about Iron Will against you?'
'… Me? Fight a Minotaur? H-Heheh-Hahahahah!'
>Your mental laughter turns physical, causing you to almost choke on the piece of butterscotch in your mouth.
“*Krph! Krph!* Gah, ow.”
>This little incident doesn't keep you from enjoying more of your candy stockpile.
>If you had to guess, about two and a half hooves are currently in your stomach.
>'Nommy nommy nommy I got love in the tummy, and I'm not stopping now~'
'I don't think that's how the song goes.'
>'Who cares? More sugar death!'
>Colgate is going to have a field day with you during your next check up.
>Worth it.
>You grab another chocolate bar and undo the wrapper.
>'Okay, Celestia against Luna.'
 
 
>The moon shines down on the town's untouched road, causing it to lightly reflect upwards.
>You can't remember why, but you needed to be here right now.
>Something was calling you.
>As you walk through the town, the sounds of wild dogs seem to be nearby.
>The empty streets only make the growls seem louder.
>A feeling rushes over your body.
>You're nearly where you need to be.
>One final turn has you in the alley Derpy was attacked in.
>There is a mare in front of you, hunched over as if she is crying.
“Hello?”
>You take a step forward to see who it is.
>The moon's light lets you barely make out the rainbow mane of a familiar Pegasus.
“Rainbow? What are you doing ou-”
>Dash lunges backwards at you, roaring as she does.
>A quick dodge has her fly by you.
>Her skin seems to be peeling, eyes pure red and mane bloodied.
“R-Rainbow?”
>She growls before trying to lunge again.
>Fear takes over as you kick the mare straight in the stomach.
>What normally would have a pony reeling backwards instead results in your foot driving all the way through her body and out the other side.
“Oh shit!”
>The mare is trying to bite you, but due to the position she is in, she can't reach.
>”Run!”
>A voice calls out from above.
>Just as you are about to look up, Snowflake dives down and pulls Dash off your foot before throwing her across the alley.
>”Run!”
>The stallion takes off the way you came.
>With no better choices, you follow him.
>As you run, translucent images of Fluttershy and Lyra join you.
“Snowflake, what's going on?!”
>”Run!”
>He doesn't acknowledge your question, as if he can't hear you.
>The translucent images start to take a solid form, as if they were running along side you the whole time.
>Before you can speak to either mare, the growls from before return threefold.
>You risk a glance back and see Rainbow pursuing you.
>Joining her are the two Pegasi from last night, skin decaying and eyes pure red like Dash's.
>The image before you frightens and shocks you, distracting you so that you don't notice the tree roots growing beneath you.
>One of the roots catches your foot, causing you to trip.
>The three ponies ahead of you stop and turn to face you.
>”Run!”
>Lyra tries to reach for you.
>”Anon, take my hoof!”
>Fluttershy is crying while watching you.
>”Trust me!”
“Guys, help!”
>They repeat themselves.
>”Run!”
>”Anon, take my hoof!”
>”Trust me!”
>The root starts to pull you backwards, towards the three Pegasi.
“Please, help!”
>They repeat themselves again, as if stuck in a cycle.
>Just as you free yourself, the three Pegasi land upon you, holding you to the ground.
>Rainbow Dash tears your pants off, grabbing your bare penis with her hooves while the two Pegasi holding you down lick up and down your neck.
“Lyra! Snowflake! Fluttershy!”
>You turn to beg them for help.
>Instead, you see a large red silhouette of what looks like a tall lanky pony.
>Parts of its body are bulging and sliding.
>The zombie mares continue their sexual assault on you as the red form moves towards you.
>It takes slow and heavy steps.
>You make a last attempt to try and free yourself, to no avail.
>Just as Dash zombie is about to impale herself on your dick, the red form is right by your head.
>It looks down at you, body shaking as if its form is one of pure red static.
>”SSSSHHHHHHHHLLLLLLLLGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAA!”
>It screeches out as it raises its hoof above your head.
“NO!”
>The last sight you see is the monster bringing it's hoof down to your skull.
 
 
>Day Fear in Equestria.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
>With tear filled eyes, you thrash yourself awake.
>The day's light nearly blinds you with how fast you took it all in.
>Your screams cause both Lyra and Snowflake to rush by your side.
>”Anon!”
>Snowflake tries to stop you from kicking and flailing.
>”Anon! Snap out of it!”
>Now fully aware what happened was only a dream, you cease your assault on the couch.
>Lyra brings your head to her chest, petting your head with her hoof.
>”What happened? A-Are you okay?”
>Unable to speak right now, you simply cough and hold the mare close.
>'Anon! What the hell happened?! Why were you thrashing about like that?!'
'Don't ask me why I was thrashing around! You damn well saw that nightmare!'
>'What Nightmare? You didn't dream last night!'
'Bull shit! I KNOW what I saw!'
>The mare rocks you back and forth as you whimper.
>'Anon... There was no dream last night. You slept soundly up until your thrashing.'
'No Brainon there was... there was.'
>Choking on your own spit, you finally muster a response.
“I-I had a horrible dream. I think I ate too much candy.”
>Lyra kisses your forehead as Snowflake brings you a glass of water.
>”It's okay Anon... dreams can't hurt you. You're safe, you're safe.”
>You take the glass and slowly sip as your tears continue to fall.
>'... You really had a nightmare last night?'
'I did. I-It was horrible.'
>'Anon... I didn't see anything. Not a damn thing.'
>Finally calming down, you catch your breath and place your head in your hand.
>Brainon has seen every dream you have had since you've arrived in this world.
>Every single one.
>If he didn't see it, what kind of dream was it?
 
 
>Day 18 in Canterlot
>The familiar sensation of the couch comforts you as you wait for doctor Cortex.
>It's become routine that she runs a bit late.
>It doesn't bother you though, you know that she is trying her best to help you as well as many other ponies.
>Once the door finally opens, you look to her and give a soft smile.
“Good afternoon Dr. Cortex.”
>”Good afternoon Miss Shy. I have something I wish to discuss with you today, it may prove relevant to your obsession with Anon.”
>The elder mare takes her usual spot, expression one of pure focus.
“Wh-What is it Dr. Cortex?”
>She pulls out a page from her clipboard and places it on the table next to you.
>”Tell me, do you remember the Grand Galloping Gala?”
>You look to the doctor, concerned at what she may be getting at.
“Y-Yes Miss, I do.”
>”It was reported that you acted quite... different. That you became obsessed with befriending the creatures within the gardens. You used many similar methods as you did with Anon.”
>The doctor pulls her glasses off and her gaze meets yours.
>”Tell me Fluttershy, do you still view Anon as an animal?”
>Her comment causes you to pull yourself upright, tears suddenly streaming down your cheeks.
“No! Anon is not an animal, I would never see him as one! I-I would...”
>The thought of you treating Anon as an animal is too much.
>You bury your eyes into your hooves and continue to weep.
>”Fluttershy... that's all I needed to know. Your obsession may not stem from a view you have for Anon, but perhaps a reaction to rejection. You mentioned a voice before, how it was quite lustful and demanding. Did the voice appear during the Gala as well?”
>Taking a moment to recall whether it may have appeared before, you can safely say it never existed before Anon's arrival in Equestria.
>One last sniffle escapes you before you calmly respond.
“No, the voice came after Anon was living in Ponyville... long after the Gala.”
>Dr. Cortex rubs her chin, eyes looking down.
>”I see. Thank you Fluttershy, I will try looking for alternate possibilities for your obsession and the strange voice. I am sorry if what I implied hurt you.”
“I-It's okay Dr. Cortex. I know you have to think of every possibility...”
>She is looking at you, sincere remorse in her eyes.
>”I think we can end today's session early. All I wanted to talk about was the possibility of the two events being linked. Before you go, you should know another letter from Anon has arrived.”
>You perk right up at the news, smiling wide and tears come to a near full stop.
“R-Really?”
>A soft smile finds it's way onto her lips.
>”You two seem to be talking a lot. Is it helping you to get over him?”
>You can't lie to her, she has been to kind to you.
“N-No doctor... it's only making me miss him more. I-I don't want to do any of the horrid things that ran through my head like before! I-I just want to be with him again... even if it is just as friends.”
>The elder mare is still smiling, giggling a bit as she does.
>”I know you have an obsession with him... or possibly had; but the way you talk about him, it's quite adorable miss Shy. I know it's not much, but I'm rooting for you two to be friends again.”
>Concerned for the dear mare, you feel the need to ask.
“Isn't that a-a little unprofessional doctor?”
>She chuckles a bit before standing off her seat, opening the door for you.
>”Very. Have a good day Fluttershy.”
>As you walk out, you swear you felt her watching over you while you made your way back to your room.
>The moment you are back, you spot a small bundle of three letters.
>One from Twilight, one from Rarity, and the final one from Anon.
>You read Twilight and Rarity's first, needing to keep yourself under control.
>Simple check in letters, letting you know what has been going on in Ponyville.
>After placing the two letters on their respective piles you've been building up, you take Anon's letter.
>A deep breath and...
>”Dear Fluttershy, I'm glad you are doing well. We all hope you will be back soon, hopefully before Hearths Warming Eve. If not, we'll find a way to get our presents to you, promise! Nightmare night is coming up and I've been -invited- to a Pinkie Party. I'm sure you know already, but a costume is required. Rarity was kind enough to make me one. I'm including the rough sketch she made, I figured you might like it. See you soon; Anon.”
>Ever since the first letter, the tone of Anon's letters is much more familiar.
>It feels wonderful, like how you two were before... your actions.
>Looking through the envelope, you see the sketch he was talking about.
>You pull it out and look it over.
“Hee, oh my.”
>Anon would look quite handsome in an outfit like that.
>Although... it seems a bit... odd.
>You can't put your hoof on it, but something is strange about this sketch.
>Hmmm.
>...!
>R-Rarity seems to have put a hidden bit of detail in Anon's crotchal region.
>You flip the sketch upside down and blush a deep maroon.
“O-Oh my.”
>A quick peek is all you give it, just to make sure it was drawn to scale.
>I-It seemed to be in order... but you can't be sure with just one peek.
>A quick flip has the page right side up.
>Looking at the sketch, it does seem quite right...
>No!
>Bad Fluttershy!
>You grab an eraser and rid the sketch of the lewd addition.
>There!
>One hundred percent not naughty.
>Just a handsome sketch of the man you long for...
>Maybe you could have left the addition in?
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