>Day the whole world went away in Equestria
>You are Anonymous, master of sleeping in and bathrobes
>It’s like wearing a bed, only twice as stylish
>Rarity even complimented you on it once, if burning sarcasm counts
>This morning you had donned the ceremonial Wednesday bathrobe, complete with detachable slippers
>Sipping your morning coffee, some special blend you had borrowed from Twilight that helped keep you awake, you read the morning paper.
>But instead of a poorly drawn comic about the antics of a yellow mouse attempting to woo some green cat on the front page was the blazing headlines “Equestrian Government Collapses Under Weight of Princesses Financial Arse”
“Good gravy!”
>Reading on you find that due to the current spending for cakes and other treats in Canterlot the entire economy was thrown out of whack, and Princess Celery simply wouldn’t compromise
>Hundreds of guards were now unemployed, while the royalty sat idly by still collecting their pay
>And it seemed all the federal run institutions were going to be shut down, including The Gay Ba-
>Your reading was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door, much louder and assertive than YellowQuiet’s
>Opening it, you see a solid colored horse, a kind of light brown, with a scraggly black mane
“Hey, can I help you?”
>He leans in getting dangerously close to your face, and gives you bedroom eyes. “I was actually thinking of what I could do for you, sailor.”
>You take a step back in an attempt to get some personal space back
“Huh?”
>He stands on his hind two legs and leans against the doorframe, letting you gaze upon his large erect…is that a third leg?
>”Well, for only the price of $20 bits a month with free board and food, you could have your very own Royal Guard. I can cook, clean, even…”
>He reaches down and strokes his hard veiny horse dick, and a little pre cum drips onto your doorstep
“Whats your name?”
>He smiles. “Hector.”
“Hector, you’re hired.”