[RGR] The Love Triangle

> Day NEET No More in Equestria
> Despite the best treatment from the princesses - inter-dimensional guest thing - your pride would not let you sit still
> You've been browsing through classified ads in Canterlot's local paper for the past week and you have finally scored an interview at some Advertising Agency
> Eh, whatever, seems easy. Right?
> You play that sequence of events out in your mind as you straighten out your tie
"Alright Anon, gotta win 'em over. Just like Dad said, good line of bullshit can get you anywhere."
> You grab your cutout of the their ad, quickly memorize the address, and pocket it - just in case.
> With that, you nervously slick your hair back, brush some lint off your coat and head out.

> After walking around for probably longer than you needed to, you finally spot the building
> It's a small office building, with the sign out front declaring that this was "Gimmick's Marketing, LLC"
> You glance at the cut-out ad, followed by your watch.
> Bingo. Right place, right time - for once anyway.
"Here goes nothing."
> You take a deep breath and open that door like you own the fucking thing.
> And the first sight that greets your eyes is:
> Mares.
> A lot of them.
> Alright, so maybe the entire office place is mares.
> Only one or two glance your way, the rest continuing on about their business
> Your earlier overly-dramatic bravado, fades a little.
> Not that you weren't 100% confident around the ladies...
> Its just... that kinda caught you off guard a little.
> Either way, you shrug off the pasta that seems to be rooted into your soul and march up to the receptionist.
> Before you sits a light brown earth pony, with a gold and sandy two-tone mane.
"Uh, hi there. I've got an interview scheduled with a... Miss Gimmick."
> She looks up to you her previously bored expression changing to a more energetic, nigh-on mischievous look
> Readjusting her glasses, she eyes you up, sporting a large grin.
> "Well, aren't you a tall drink of water."
> She giggles slightly afterwards
> "Even for a handsome thing like you, I'm afraid you're gonna hafta wait a few minutes while Ms Gimmick finishes up another interview. Feel free to take a seat over there, hun."
> Wow. You barely know this mare and already she's giving you a lot of come-ons.
> Despite this... oddity... you take a seat.

> You glance up to the mare at the desk.
> As she finishes speaking into an intercom, she looks back up at you and grins
> Not just any normal grin. A toothy, kidna hungry grin.
> Oh my.
> You straighten your tie again and adjust your posture.
> Shit. She's eyeing you up harder.
> Right, not gonna lose a potential job because of another "sexual harassment" incident.
> Man, fuck Deborah.
> Your inner thoughts are broken by the sound of a door opening off to the right of the receptionist's desk.
> You see two mares leaving the room, exchanging a few pleasantries before departing from each other's company.
> One of the mares - an azure coated unicorn with a cyan mane - trots up to greet you.
> "Ah, you must be Mr. Anonymous. Come with me, my office is this way."
> You simply nod and stand up to follow her.
> As you pass by the receptionist, you see her give you a wink and a smile before turning back to her paper work.

> Seating your self, your potential boss closes the door and sits down behind her desk.
> Reaching into your coat pocket your produce your resume and lay it across the oak surface
> "Ah, thank you. I am Gimmick, owner and proprietor of Gimmick's Marketing, LLC."
"It's a pleasure. I'm Anonymous."
> She looks down at your resume and then back up to you.
> Everything should be in order. You briefly ponder what the issue could be. Then it hits you.
> Fuck.
> You don't really have any employment history here in Equestria. Any jobs you had, you were paid under the table simply because they were one-off jobs.
> Your IT skills from Earth aren't really applicable in a world without computers
> And you think you forgot to dot an i somewhere in there.
> Holy shit, your oral skills had better be good here or your ass is not getting a job.
> "So, tell me, Mister Anonymous, what is it that you could bring to the table for my company?"
> Wow. Even with all that shit, she still insists on continuing this interview.

> You've drawn three conclusions from this:
> 1) You have a Luck of 10
> 2) You have a Charisma of 10, turned up to 11 today, or
> 3) Equestria has affirmative action.
> Either way, you are not letting this opportunity slip by.
"Uh..well, I figured its an advertisement company right? My friends back home used to think I was really clever. I could come up with a dozen memorable one-liner phrases in less than a day."
> That's right Anon, sell it.
"I'm like a... one-liner machine."
"A line-chine, if you will. A, uhm, a catch-phrapist."
> Going once, twice, sold to the steely cold unicorn.
> Well, sort of. She simply cocks an eyebrow at you, glancing down at your resume.
> She clears her throat, "Well, wittiness is a useful skill in this business."
> "Now, another question. Why is it that you wish to work here?"
> Right, how to go about this.
> I'm tired of feeling like a bum? No.
> I don't want to make my whole species look like we're niggers? Worse.
> They made me do it? Still no.
> Your deliberation seems to have generated a... different effect.
> "Uhm, n-no offense, i-it's just that we don't get many stal- *ahem*, males who are active members of the workforce, here in Equestria."
> Well, that would explain all the mares then.
"Oh, no, it's perfectly fine, ma'am."
> She noticeably breathes a sigh of relief at this.
> Admittedly she has been looking... uptight, this whole interview. Almost like she's worried about something.
> Eh, probably nothing. Although judging from this, you can't have done too badly.
> "Right, Mr. Anonymous, that should conclude our interview. We'll contact you as soon as we can."
> She gives an Emmy-winning smile with this, even holds the door open for you.
"Well, I, uh, thank you for your time Miss."
> "Oh, its no trouble at all! Really. Have a good day now!"
> Lord she seems nervous about something.
> You simply brush this off and make your way out, trying your hardest to brush off the advances of the receptionist

> You are Gimmick
> And by Celestia you are so fucked
> Moments ago, not only did a beneficiary of the princesses show up to get a job here, but a male of all things.
> The worst part is, you've either got to take him on, or risk bad publicity due to discrimination
> You let out a sigh and run your hooves across your muzzle and through your mane
> You briefly glance at your planner
> Two more interviews and then a meeting
"URGH!"
> You punctuate your audible groan by putting your hooves back onto your desk followed by your head
> After a few minutes of trying to reign in your frayed nerves you speak into your intercom
"Hey, Sweets, could you send the AM to handle that meeting?"
> You didn't bother listening for the reply
> You merely tried to bolster back a sense of confidence to tackle those last few applicants
> You let out a quick breath and stand up to greet whoever was next.

> Day Affirmative Action in Equestria
> It's been a week and Gimmick called.
> Congratulations! You're now employed
> Feel free to celebrate by singing the company song
> Or you know, reporting for work.
> Either way you don one of your many suits, grab your briefcase and make your way to your new job
> Today is gonna be a good day, you can feel it.
> You can also feel the eyes on you as you walk into to your new workplace
> Oh boy, this is gonna get awkward.
> But before your social skills can evaporate, you're greeted by Gimmick herself
> "Ah, Anonymous! Welcome aboard!"
> At this point the mares working have gone from staring while working to completely gawking
> Others are sporting cheeky grins
> You even hear a wolf whistle or two
> Can't tell if reverse sexual harassment
> Either way you try your best to suppress a grin from the attention and simply give a polite wave
> With increasing nervousness over the actions of her employees, Gimmick attempts to continue with the introduction.
> "You workspace is there in the corner. Feel free to great your co-workers, although I get the feeling they'll be more than happy to introduce themselves."
> She offers a nervous smile before continuing.
> "Now, I've already explained this to your co-workers, so go to them for any extra details. I've got to continue negotiating this contract to see exactly what she's looking for; so I'll give you the quick explanation."
> "Princess Mi Amore Cadenza has asked us to help with her PR AND help us with her start-up relationship counseling business. Best of luck Anonymous!"
"Uh, thanks boss."
> She turns to leave but it seems as though she is struck by an epiphany as she turns back around.
> "Oh, and Anonymous... if they give you any trouble at all... just, uh, let me know. Alright?"
> With that she trots back into her office.
> Dafuq.
> What did she even mean by that?

> It's only 1 o'clock and you're still stunned
> Mostly because you are either dreaming or have Charisma 11.
> Since you got hired the receptionist - Sweet Talk - has been hitting on you during every one of her breaks.
> Vitamin D, deficieny?
> Hell, you don't know.
> And right now, you don't really care
> You stare into your empty mug then draw your eyes across an assortment of color strips, business cards, and papers with potential designs on them.
> Art really wasn't your strong suite - but they didn't quite need a catchphrapist just yet, that and you had hands.
> Did make the day long, but without any proper creative juices its gonna get longer
> Right, gonna need more coffee
> You grab your mug and make your way to the breakroom
> However, before you can cross the threshold, you stop yourself
> "I dunno, something about a stallion that can just... take charge like he did REALLY gets me going."
> "I can see what you're saying, but it's still such an odd thing. I mean don't get me wrong, he is rather dashing for a..."
> "A Human!"
> "What is your obsession over him?"
> "Yeah, you don't even bother to talk to him."
> "Well-"
> "Making eye contact doesn't count as actual contact, hon."
> "I WAS going to say, I just...I like his hands. The thought of them. And his eyes, his eyes too."
> "Ha, we know what you're thinking about! Don't hide it!"
> You hear a chorus of laughter following that remark
> Damn, and its seriously only day one.
> Honestly, you'd be more bashful after this, but fuck it. You've got deadlines you now need to meet.
> You walk in, albeit trying to surpress a shit eating grin
> Even more so as the room gets quite while you enter
> Your eyes meet a set of golden ones, attached to a mint-clad unicorn sporting a blush so hard you could swear she had a different coat color
> For her sake, and probably for the sake of your job you ignore it and get your coffee.
> Of course, you add a little flair with your hands to what you do.
> Alright, so fuck the job, you're gonna have a little fun with this.
> Just before you cross the threshold on the way out, you toss a quick little smirk followed by a wave her way
> Heading back to your desk you swear you can hear a couple whistles and an "Atta girl!" somewhere in there.
> Aside from a lot of overt flirting from your co-workers, you manage to get a surprising amount of work done
> Which is good, as you notice two things sitting on your desk as you return from your 5th coffee run this afternoon
> Firstly: A memo from Gimmick to all those working on projects for Princess Cadance
> Secondly: A simple note...from a secret admirer.
> Well, probably not so secret, but its a nice break from the audaciousness of her co-workers
> You set the love note aside to read Gimmick's memo
> Something something, placation, something, congrats, something
> 'In the event deadlines need to be extended, Princess Cadance will personally inspect current progress on all projects.'
> Something something, 'Visitation expected next week'
> Well, shit.

> Visitation Day in Equestria
> And thank whatever diety that may or may not exist, because you finally have these cards done
> A soft, eggshell white
> Fuschia border
> Blue, Golden, and Purple Accents
> Cutie Mark prominently displayed
> Embossed Title of the business
> Fuck me, this thing is perfect.
> Alright, Bateman, end the soliloquy. You've still got to send this in to-
> Wait, she's coming in for a personal inspection.
> Which may mean bigger changes
> ...
> Fuck it, break time.
> You sit there and down some coffee, your eyes still inspecting your work
> Then finding themselves looking at the rest of your desk
> Finally settling on a love note.
> This was from yesterday.
> Your eyes find themselves on your briefcase, which currently contains all the other notes up until this point.
> You drain the last of your mug and proceed into the break room.
> You get a number of winks, a few passes, even one slap on the ass from Sweet Talk.
> Eh, you're used to it by now.
> What you're not used to, is catching your now not-so-secret admirer
> Approaching your cubicle you see a mint green flank with a lyre on it
> You lean up against the wall with a cup of coffee in your hand observing the note being telekinetically placed on your desk
> The minute the letter makes contact, so do you.
"So, come here often?"
> You give your cheekiest smile the minute she whips around and makes eye contact
> You hear a small "Eep!" but not much else
> She also seems to have shrunken slightly and turned red again
> Too cute.
"Well, even if you don't you're more than welcome to stay for a bit."
> You sit down at your desk keeping your eyes completely on her
> She has only moved to face you
> Well, time to see what's what.
"Huh, well, what's this?"

> You pick up the newest letter, unfold it. And read it. Of course, for her sake, you only vocalize certain words or sentences
"Oh? My, well she thinks I'm cute."
"Stunning eyes?"
"Ooh, stud. I like it."
> Well, you're almost certain that all the blood in her body is currently in the capillaries of her face
> You're already in deep, go for it.
"I gotta admit, she sounds like quite the charmer. Very cute, if not bold. A step above what I usually get, I gotta admit."
> You maintain eye contact throughout this.
"You know, I'd really like to meet who this mare is."
> She gasps a little, and begins to smile while avoiding your gaze.
> Well, here goes.
"Shame she only speaks through letters. I'd imagine she has a lovely voice."
> She looks up and opens her mouth to speak, despite seeming at a loss for words.
> What comes out is the voice of a tense-sounding Gimmick.
> Over all the intercoms
> "Alright everypony, touch up whatever it is you're working on and head to the meeting room, Princess Cadance has arrived!"
> This brief announcement is enough to cut short your, admittedly one-sided, exchange
> Minty has galloped off to...whatever she does
> You swivel around, almost spilling your coffee in the process and proceed to gather the various cards you'd been working on - taking care to place your magnum opus at the forefront
> Placing them in a small case, you jump up and haul your ass down to the meeting room

> You take a few deep breaths as you reach the doors to the conference room
> Outside you see a few of your co-workers, you recognize them only as heads of the design team
> Seems they were waiting on you
> You brush any lint off your suit, double check your card case, and adjust your tie
> Right, got a lot riding on this
> Proceeded by the head designers you enter into the conference room
> And there she sits, Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, in the flesh
> She sits at the head of a long oaken table with a slightly bored expression, likely waiting for the meeting to begin
> Your entrance seems to have... livened... her mood slightly
> She keeps her eyes locked onto to you as you take a seat nearest to the projector at the end of the table.
> As the others finish seating themselves, her concentration is broken by Gimmick
> "Thank you, Princess, for this opportunity. We sincerely hope these projects meet your expectations."
> Cadence turns her head to reply
> "Of course, Miss Gimmick. I have the utmost confidence in your team."
> The meeting commences, various teams using the projector or easel to display their hard work
> Cadance herself seems more bored than before
> You would wonder why, if it wasn't for the fact that she begins to look at you when presenters change
> Honestly you're a little disappointed
> You're familiar with them, and despite how some of them go out of their way to flirt with you they do a good job
> Especially the Mint one. And the music team by extension
> Hell, you had no idea they even had radio, let alone Tele-
> Your train of thoughts is derailed as you realize that you now need to present your cards
> You stand, and almost fail to notice Cadance's pupils dilate as she takes notice of you stature
"I hope you find these satisfactory, your highness."
> You slide the case down the table and watch as it perfectly slides to a stop in front of her.
> Oh yeah, that's Luck 10 alright.
> You start in on an explanation for your take on certain designs, how certain elements were removed or changed based on what you thought would make these cards that much better.
> She's only glanced at your work briefly
> A quick look at each card is punctuated by her looking up and directly making eye contact
"I figured the neutral background color would accentuate the other colors well, especially considering they're all lighter shades."
"So, any thoughts?"
> She rifles through the cards again and pulls out your Magnum Opus and levitates it infront of herself
> She brings her eyes from it and directly onto yours
> "Yes, I agree, its very well accentuated. Very *strong* looking. It says capable and independent, yet with a touch of elegance. All the things I seem to be looking for..."
> The way she emphasized that...
> You attempt to swallow some of your nervousness
"*Ahem* Yes, well, I'm glad you approve your highness."
> "But of course, something like this simply shouldn't be ignored."
> She keeps her eyes trained on you as she says this.
> Whatever she must have been thinking was once more interrupted by Gimmick
> "And that's what we have to showcase, you highness."
> Cadance retrains her focus onto Gimmick before speaking
> "Well, Miss Gimmick, I find that the work of you and your employees is...very satisfactory."
> She eyes you as she says that. Although, it's more of a quick glance as she refocuses on Gimmick
> "And because of this, we shall continue our dealings. However, I will be periodically inspecting the work. Maybe a little one-on-one with the teams for...personal direction."
> This time she doesn't bother to look, she simply smiles
> Oh boy, here we go.

> She turns away from Gimmick and moves closer to you
> You are now looking anywhere and everywhere but at her
> She stops a few feet from you, before speaking
> "Well, Mister Anonymous, your business cards were of excellent quality."
> "However..."
> She moves in to an uncomfortably close distance towards you before speaking in a slightly breathy voice.
> "They could be improved slightly. I believe I shall be working with you first."
> "It could last a long time, I do hope you're ready."
> With that she takes her leave

> Jesus, fuck. Did it get hot in here?
> No, wait, it's just you.
> Red in the face, you undo you tie and open up your collar
> In an attempt to distract yourself from that you look around the room
> Many of your co-workers are elated to be working with the Princess of Love and discussing it
> Some of the teams have already huddled to begin discussing any changes
> As you scan around you notice one thing
> One face that lacks any elation or business like resolve
> It screams jealousy
> You recognize her as the Mint-colored Mare from earlier
> Given the notes you can't really blame her
> Maybe you should do something nice
> You try a smile and a wave, but she seems to be distracted
> Huh, oh well.
> You head out of the conference room and back to your cubicle
> Withdrawing several design documents from your desk, you set to work tweaking some of the other designs
> You take numerous design documents out now, working on cards for multiple clients
> Pretty much at once
> You needed this to keep your mind off of certain things
> Your work keeps you fully engrossed
> So much so, that you fail to notice the sound of hoof-falls approaching your cubicle
> However, the sound of the voice stirs you
> "Anonymous? It's the end of business hours."
> "Heh, don't get me wrong, I appreciate productive employees but I haven't seen you do this before."
> You wheel around with some surprise to see Gimmick standing before you.
"Huh? Oh, right. About that. Yeah...I just...got involved ya know. Lost track of time. Artists and that."
> Offering a cheesy grin, you take a relaxed looking pose
> "Well, alright then. Don't work yourself to death, it'd be bad for our image."
> She lets out a hearty chuckle and you respond in kind
> "But in all seriousness though, the job for Cadance is getting tougher. You seem to have made the best impression on her, so I want you on your A-game for this, alright?"
"<sigh> Sure thing, boss."
> As Gimmick trots off she turns her head around to say over her shoulder
> "If you're the last one out lock the door when you go, kay?"
> Last one?
> Huh, didn't really know anyone else was gonna be working late.
> Regardless you turn back to the work on your table.
> ...
> You huff in frustration.
> You just blew most of your mind today going into overdrive like that.
> You should probably just go home.
> Yeah, fuck it. Homeward bound.
> You repack your briefcase and head back to your home.
> Following a brisk walk you stop in front of your door
> A pink envelope sits on your front step
> An unmistakable wax seal adorns it
> You pick the letter up and carry it with you inside
> Popping open the wax seal you begin to read
> "Dearest Anonymous,
> I do hope this letter finds you well..."
> It carries on about how she admires you
> How she can't stop thinking about you
> And now you're thinking
> She's only just met you.
> She's crazy about you.
> And she knows where you live.
> You give a long, defeated sigh.
> Fuck it. Time to turn in.
> You throw your clothes off haphazardly and flop down on your bed.

> *beep* *beep* *beep*
> Your eyes flutter open to see the lights of your alarm clock before you
> *beep* *beep* *beep*
"Urgh...fuckin....thing."
> You flail at it trying to end the noise quickly
"Damn you....off..."
> You get lucky and hit the button to disable its alarm
> With a stretch and a dissapointed groan you haul yourself out of bed
> Not like your sleep was that good, you just wanted it to be longer
> You yawn and continue into your kitchen
> Beginning your routine you prepare a pot of coffee
> Now...breakfast.
> You glance around your kitchen.
> Your deliberation is ended by a yawn.
> Yeah, fuck it. Cereal. Nothing complicated.
> Listening to the gentle boil of water as your coffee is brewed, you grab a bowl and pour in some cereal.
> Reaching into your refridgerator, you stop before you are able to grab the milk
> You could've sworn you heard knocking
> Ignoring it you grab the milk and begin to pour it into the bowl.
> *thud* *thud* *thud*
> This time you hear it.
> Sounds like whoever it is is impatient.
> Well, at this hour, they can go right ahead and get fucked.
"If these are the pony equivalent of Jehova's witnesses..."
> You grumble, and continue to do so until you reach the door.
> The pounding gets a little louder
"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming."
> With that the knocking ceases.
> Surpressing a yawn you open the door.
> What's there, is a legitimate surprise.
> Or more accurately what isn't.
> No one.
> Well. Shit.
> You take a step out the doo-
"FUCK!"
> You take a quick step back bringing the bottom of your foot into view.
> Small puncture wounds are found on close inspection.
> No blood, thankfully. Mostly just uncomfortable.
> Well, whatever was there, you found it.
> Looking down you spy something that...worries you slightly.
> It's a rose.
> A single red rose.
> Albeit with the thorns haphazardly removed.
> What stuck you in the foot appears to be what was left of a thorn barely removed.
> Ordinarily, this would be a nice jesture.
> If not for the distinctly pink notecard attached to it.
> You pick it up, bring it up to eye level and observe it curiously.
> Your thoughts are interrupted once more; this time by curious neighbors.
> You wave them off and apologize, then head back indoors
> It's probably for the best to do it in here anyway.
> Pouring a freshly brewed cup, you sit back down at your table to read and eat
> You bring your eyes over it.
> "Good morning sunshine, I hope to light up your day like you light up mine."
> There's a stylized heart placed down at the end.
> Still no name.
> It doesn't need one. You know who this is from.
> You let out an exasperated sigh
> Quickly finishing up your breakfast you preform the three S's.
> You don your suit. You should call in sick.
> You straighten your tie. You want to call in sick.
> You grip the doorknob and prepare to open it. You want to, but you can't.
> You've got obligations.
> You let out a quick breath and open the door.
> You aren't ready to tackle the day, but you're ready enough.

> Promptly arriving at Gimmick's Marketing you take stock of the inside as you enter
> Nothing looks out of place. Guess you locked up.
> You give a small wave to Sweet Talk
> She ordinarily greets you with a come-on, but it seems like she's handling an irate client presently
> You make your way over your desk, lightly brushing off any of the usual pick-up lines.
> Setting your briefcase down you notice something very much so out of place on your desk.
> It's a cup of coffee.
> Ordinarily, you get one once you get here.
> But this one is...different to say the least.
> You usually drink it black.
> This one however, seemed like it had a light bit of creamer added. As well as a mint leaf garnish.
> Curious, though thankful you lift the drink up
> You inhale and your nose is graced by the scent of fresh mint leaf
> You sip it slightly.
> Has a slight sweetness with a minty after-taste
> Not bad actually.
> You set the drink down, intending to savor it.
> Withdrawing various documents and sketches from your desk, you notice a note laying on it
> You almost failed to see it
> Picking it up you feel as though you can guess.
> Regardless, you read it.
> "Dear Anonymous,
> Sorry I didn't give you a note the other day.
> Have something to make up for it."
> You see a heart drawn on the bottom.
> You set the note inside your desk and begin to work

> And you would've continued working had it not been for
> "Princess Cadance!"
> Looking over your shoulder you spy one of interns bowing before Cadance
> "Thank you, but that's not necessary. Go on about your business."
> She dismisses the mare and makes her way over to your desk
> "Hello again, cutey."
> You take a sip of your mint-coffee before replying
"Hey again, Princess."
> "Please, call me Cadance."
"Alright then, Cadance. Here's what I've got."
> You display some of the re-works you've made since the meeting.
> She eyes each one of them.
> Not really closely mind.
> "Well, these are wonderful. But, I was hoping you'd consider some other designs."
> She procures some design documents from her saddle-bags.
> That bitch.
> You're secretly hoping she's trying to spend more time with you, rather than trashing your designs.
> Not that one is better than the other, but still.
> You grab the documents from her telekinetic aura with a peeved expression
> You eye them all closely
> As you do so, she tries to make conversation
> "So, tell me, how does something as handsome as you end up in a place like this?"
> Right, she's probably going to come-on to you rather hard here.
"Easy. I filled out an application and they hired me."
> She lets out a little chuckle.
> "And with a sense of humor. How is it some mare hasn't come by and swept you away?"
> You open your mouth to reply but are cut-off
> "Not that I mind; it means I can have you for myself."
> You look up from your documents
> She has a pair of half-lidded eyes staring into directly into your deadpan ones.
> Right, let her down gently, hopefully she gets the idea.
"Look Cadance, I'm sure you're a lovely mare. But do I have to remind you that you're married?"
> "Why would that matter? After all, he's nothing like you."
> "Not something that I truly want, you know?"
> Wow.
> Fucking wow.
> Right, just play it cool, bullshit her and go.
"*ahem* Alright then. Now about these designs, I don't quite recommend them, but if you want I can create some samples and we'll see how they turn out alright."
> She doesn't seem to have gotten the message
> On the bright side, she is willing to change the subject.
> "Of course, go ahead. Have them by next week."
> With a sultry look she follows it up with
> "I look forward to our next meeting.
> She turns around to leave, but not before giving her ass a little shake on the way out.
> Taking a swig of your coffee, you begin to start in on the new designs.

> You are Princess Cadenza Mi Amore, otherwise known as Cadance
> And Anon just rejected your advances
> You step on board your chariot and wait for the Pegasi guards to take flight
> Despite this...set back, you still have hope
> Something about that.
> It's obvious, he was playing hard to get.
> Most stallions would've swooned at your advances
> But he's not most stallions
> That's what draws you to him
> You need to keep this up, otherwise he'll think you've given up
> Yes, that's exactly what you need to do.
> The guards take off and you're left to your thoughts

> You're Anonymous.
> And you're on lunch break....
> ...
> Now.
> Looking over to you small clock to confirm you organize your documents and stash them in your desk
> With your workspace cleaned for now, you ponder what you should do for lunch
> As you think, you're eyes find themselves looking at a now empty coffee cup
> That's it.
> You're certain you know who sent you that
> Maybe you should treat her to lunch
> With that idea in mind you get up and begin to search the office
> Right, musicians are usually in the back of the office.
> Making your way in that direction you recieve a few passes from some of the mares, nothing out of the ordinary really
> You enter the back part of the office
> It's really less of an office, more of a studio
> Entering you see a number of cased instruments, a series of desks - not unlike the front, a recording booth and equipment
> You also see a minty-mare, who apparently hasn't noticed your entrance
> Her lyre is already cased, but she seems entranced by whatever it is she's doing
> You tilt your head to get a better view
> She appears to be writing a note
> Well, no need to stalk to poor girl.
"Uh, hey."
> She seems startled, whipping her head around to face you
> Her eyes go from startled to slightly embarrassed.
> Her ears flatten against her head, and you spy a slight blush starting
> You offer her a warm smile before speaking
"I've got a guess that letter is for me, right?"
> She gives off a sheepish smile before nodding.
"Hey looks, there's no need to be so nervous around me."
> She looks up to you and smiles
> "O-okay."
"There ya go. So, have you got a name?"
> "I'm Lyra Heartstrings. B-but you can call me anything you want.."
> She grins a little as she says this
> You crack a wide smile in response
> That's absolutely adorable
"Ha, alright sweetheart. How does Lyra sound?"
> She lights up at the word 'sweetheart'
> Too strong, maybe?
> "Yeah, that sounds great."
> She seems to relax slightly
> You grab one of the nearby chairs and sit down
"So, Lyra, were you the one that left that coffee on my desk this morning?"
> She gives a sheepish smile
> "Yeah. W-what did you think?"
"I think it was amazing. You wanna know what else I think?"
> Though smiling, she seems to get a little nervous
> "T-thanks, I hope I didn't put too much sug-"
> You cut her off before she can continue
"I think we should get lunch."
> She stops completely, before looking you directly in the eyes
> Her face is one of total bewilderment
> "Wait, like you and me?"
"Exactly. So, what do you say?"
> Her face brightens instantly
> "Yes!"
> You can't help but smile
> Her happiness is pretty much contagious
> "I know the perfect place downtown! Come on, I'll show you!"
> She merrily trots ahead of you, with a dopey looking smile on her face
> Some of the other mares around the office seem to know whats up
> A few looking on with jealousy
> Others giving a silent cheer for their friend and co-worker

> You are Lyra Heartstrings
> And you are currently on a da-
> No.
> Not a date...
> Just lunch.
> A mare can dream though.
> You merrily trot through downtown Canterlot, Anon following off to your side
> Right now you're so happy you can barely contain your smile
> You'd been building up the nerve to ask him on something like this for SO long
> Then he just...does this
> It's unusual for the stallion to take the lead
> But something about that was just...
> Hot.
> No! Bad pony!
> What if he thinks badly of you because of thoughts like that?
> Then he won't like you...
> No. Can't think about that now.
> Gotta stay in the moment.
> Despite this inner monologue, you're mood never falters
> Just walking with him is wonderful
> A familiar smell wafts up your nostrils
"We're here!"
> Before you stands the one and only Neigh-borhood Bar & Grill
> A truly Canterlot food joint if there ever was one.
> You turn up to Anon to see his reaction
> He silently nods his head
> You squee a bit over his approval of your favorite restaurant
> This'll impress him for sure
> You walk up to the counter to place your order
> You take your usual - a veggie burger with a side of hay-fries
> You look to Anon, who has decided to order a carrotdog with works.
> Knowing his order, you reach for your....saddlebags.
> You forgot.
> Damn.
> Way to blow it Lyra.
> You look like a cheapskate, and now you know he's gonna hate you for sure.
> You look to your hooves and take a deep breath before looking up at Anon
> "That'll be 30 bits total, sir."
> "Alrighty then."
> You just watch as he opens up his coin-purse and pays.
> For the both of you.
> Without even knowing you forgot your cash.
> Honestly, you're a little stunned.
> "Take a seat and we'll bring it out shortly."
> You both move to take a seat
> As you do so, you're about to pull a chair out for him
> Even with magic, he beats you to it
> Pulling out a chair for....
> You.
> You've never seen a stallion do that before
> You turn a little red at the sheer amount he's doing for you today
> With only a little hesitation, you seat yourself
> Anon takes the seat across from you.
> You merely look into his eyes.
> Those gorgeous eyes of his.
> He gives a slight smile
> Oh, right. Forgot. You should probably start a conversation shouldn't you.
"So..."
> And you're at a loss for words.

> You are Anonymous
> And you're currently at a local 'burger joint' with you 'secret' admirer
> Honestly, you were treating her to this as a thank-you for the coffee
> But she sorta took it in her own hands...hooves, whatever.
> Which you really didn't mind. Nice enough place.
> Although everything you thought you knew about etiquette seems...
> Well, foreign to her
> Every move you've made so far seems to have her a tad bewildered
> Are you doing something wrong here?
> Hopefully not.
> You guess not, considering she seems to get red every time that happens
> Hopefully she's just enjoying the attention
> Speaking of attention, your mind stops wandering as you notice her staring into your eyes
> You give a smile, to which she responds by saying
> "So..."
> You wait a few moments for her to carry it on, giving a smile for encouragement
> ...
> Yeah, you're gonna have to lead.
> Right, keep it simple
"So, how's work been?"
> "Oh, you know. Worrisome. After all, the Princess is going to watch us perform."
> "I mean, I know it's not a major performance, but I'm still a little nervous."
> You give a soft chuckle and some reassurance
> The both of you talk on and off about work, until your food arrives
> As you enjoy your lunches you find that she's increasingly chatty
> She must be getting comfortable around you.
> You're still leading the conversation mind, but it's obvious she's relaxing
> You both promptly finish your meals and head back to the office place
> You continue to talk about nothing on the way back, just enjoying each others' company
> She still seems shy, but at least she's opening up a bit.
> Arriving back at the Gimmick's, you hold the door open for her
> She gives a little blush and smile, muttering
> "Heh, t-thanks."
> "Before you head back, do you mind...uh, coming with me for a sec?"
> Curiosity getting the better of you, you follow her back to the studio section
> The musicians still seem to be out for lunch
> "I just wanted to say thanks...for everything."
> "The whole, holding doors, and chairs. And paying, for us. You didn't have to do that you know."
> You offer her a smile
"Hey, it's not problem. Really. Back where I'm from, guys like me are supposed to do that."
> This seems to catch her off guard.
> Come to think of it, you're surprised this never came up in conversation
"If nothing else, just consider it a 'thank you' for the coffee."
> Without thinking you reach down to quickly pet her
> Her tongue lolled from her mouth a bit as you did this
> In your surprise you remove your hand
"Oh, heh, sorry."
> You offer a warm smile
> She simply looks a little disappointed from the loss of contact
> "It's okay..."
"Right, well, I should get back to work. Be seeing you."
> "Yeah..."
> You turn to leave, but are quickly stopped.
> "Wait! Before you go..."
> You turn back to face her
> She motions for you to get closer
> And she gives you a quick peck on the cheek
> For once, you turn a little red
> And she bolts back to her desk blushing wildly
> You are now wearing a slightly goofy looking smile as you walk back to your desk

> You are Anon's minty-admirer, Lyra Heartstrings
> And you just pulled the most daring move ever
> Maybe you moved too quick
> What if he doesn't like you because of that
> Oh, that was so stupid!
> Your mind races at a million miles a minute
> Though you still can't help but feel pleased, you're still a little apprehensive
> After all, you didn't get to gauge his reaction
> You simply rushed off before you could do anything
> You're gonna have to write him a note
> Make up for the embarrassment somehow.
> Yeah, that's what you're gonna do.

> With a large yawn, you pour yourself a cup of coffee
> You are Anonymous, and you have just woken up
> Taking a sip, you realize, you're in a strangely better mood today
> Maybe it was just yesterday?
> Probably. Got a kiss from an adorable mare, found a place that serves food you can eat
> Yeah, not exactly a bad day
> You pop a couple of bread slices into the toaster
> Before you can do anything else for your breakfast you hear a few quick raps on your front door
> Curious, you stride to it
> A few more curt knocks on your door follow before you can open
> With a mix of curiosity and apprehension - considering that your feet are still sore after that 'gift' Cadance left for you - you open the door
> Before you stands a mailmare
> You don't recognize her, or the uniform for that matter - definitely not government
> "Package for 'Anonymous'."
"Right here."
> Signing the forms, the mare departs without any further words leaving you to your new box
> Inspecting the outside reveals something you didn't really want to see
> It's evidently from Cadance herself.
> With a sigh of annoyance you fetch your toast, intent on eating something before having to deal with this
> You scarf down your toast before getting set to open the box.
"I swear, if she shipped herself here or something..."
> You wonder how she even got your address in the fir-
> Oh right. Princess.
> Figures they wouldn't question something like that.
> Right, onward and upward.
> Taking a knife you cut the tape holding the flaps down.
> You pull the flaps open and begin to inspect its contents
> Another love note
> Stacked on top of a small box of chocolate
> And a bouquet of roses
> Thorns actually removed this time
"Fucking hell, she went all out."
> You didn't intend to say that aloud
> Seems your surprise has gotten the better of you.
> With annoyed determination, you take the letter out of the box
> Removing the same seal as last time reveals
> "My dearest Anonymous,
> I have found time to leave the Crystal Empire and temporarily oversee the entire project.
> During which time I intend to stay in Canterlot for upwards of a week.
> Maybe we can 'refine' some 'rough edges'"
> It drones on a bit, laden with a lot of innuendo and overemphasis on certain words
> Generally it's not overly different from the previous one
> Save for the ending
> She actually includes her name
> Well, after the heart, but still.
> Just how open is she going to be about this?
> Either way, you simply toss the message back in the box.
> Gotta get ready for work after all.

> After performing an abridged version of your morning routine you set out for the office
> Despite Cadance's letter, nothing seems to be out of the ordinary
> No Guards
> No Chariot
> Nothing of that sort
> You finish your scan of the outside of the building before promptly shrugging to yourself and walking in
> "Oh, good morning and good company. Hey, sugar."
"Morning Sweets."
> Strange
> Usually she lays it on thicker
> As you proceed down to your desk you begin to think
> Usually so do the other mares
> No slaps on the ass
> Nothing but rather...light...flirting
> For these mares anyway
> Maybe Cadance is here
> Hopefully she didn't do something obsessive and drastic
> God, that's the last thing you need today.
> Seating yourself at your desk you place your head in your palms and mentally prepare yourself for whatever is next
> After a good couple of minutes you let out a huff and look up
> What you see is a pleasant surprise
> A cup of Lyra's coffee - fresh enough to let off steam carrying with it the scent of mint and, well, coffee - with a note laying underneath it
> You take a whiff and smile a bit
> Maybe today won't be that bad
> You pick up the coffee and take the note out from under it
> You unfold it and begin to read
> "Anon,
> I'm really sorry about yesterday. I know I shouldn't have been so forward.
> I know you're not like the other males, but it was still out of line.
> Please, please don't hate me.
> - Lyra"
> For once, she didn't end it with a heart
> She's being a little hard on herself here
> She really didn't do anything that out of line
> You should probably go talk to her. Yeah, you should do that.
> With this decision in mind, you swivel around to get up
> However, you are halted as you spy a pink horn jutting out among the rows of cubicles
> You feel as though you know who this is
> Despite being slightly out of view, the voice confirms exactly who it is.
> "Oh, Anon~"
"Hey Cadance. So, do you need anything?"
> You attempt to keep a calm and polite demeanor, but you can't help let some of the annoyance in your voice through
> "Oh, I'm just checking in with my favorite contractor. After all, I know you're hard working and independent."
> You simply cock an eyebrow in response
> "Ooh, playing coy?"
> At this point, you simply stay quiet and maintain eye contact
> "Well, I just want you to know something..."
> She places both her forehooves on your chest and looks into your eyes
> "That's just how I like my stallions..."
> "Hard and feisty."
> "So, what do you say big boy?"
> You give her an annoyed glare
"Look, I've told you before, you're married-"
> "He doesn't ignite the same flame in me as you do!"
> She brings her lips towards yours at full force
> While they make contact you immediately break it
> Bringing your head a little further back you give a frustrated sigh
"Look, just....give me some space. You know, to think things over. Alright?"
> Though apprehensive Cadance slows takes her forehooves off your shoulders before giving a curt reply
> "Fine."
> Without bothering to reply, your feet begin to take you somewhere.
> Anywhere, for that matter.
> You find yourself heading down to the studio
> You feel the eyes of your silent co-workers on your back
> You know damn good and well that Cadance is among those stares
> You need to find a way to show your disinterest in her
> You continue to theorize a plan as you make your way down
> However, you are stopped in your tracks by a familiar minty unicorn
> Looking down at her she wears an expression somewhere between hurt, jealous, and utterly bewildered
> She speaks first
> "A-anon..."
> Bending down to reach eye level with her, you find yourself cupping her cheek
> She has a slight red tint to her face
> "Did you really...?"
"Kiss her? No."
> You know everyone is still watching
> You don't really care
> You can almost feel the envy of Cadance from where you stand
> "T-then what was-"
"I broke it off."
> You know exactly how to get Cadance off your back
> Your eyes lock with Lyra's
"After all, you deserve it more."
> You follow that by plunging into a deep kiss
> You feel her face glow with warmth
> After a brief few seconds of hesitation, she places one of her forelegs onto your shoulder
> You respond by putting a hand on the square of her back and bringing her in closer
> She takes this as a sign and now has both her forelegs wrapped around your neck
> You break the kiss and take a breath of air
> Opening your eyes, you see Lyra - still holding onto you, smiling and blushing furiously
> You can't blame her, your face feels red as well
> You see a number of your co-workers looking on - mixtures of smiles and astonishment
> Your focus immediately switches back to Lyra as she goes in for another impassioned kiss
> This time you simply sit back and savor the moment.

> You are the Princess of Love, commonly referred to as Cadance
> And you cannot believe what you've just witnessed
> Not only has Anonymous rejected your affection...
> He openly share his affection for some....
> Some...
> Some trampy peon!
> What did she have that you didn't?
> Why did he reject you?
> Are you not good enough for him?
> They're still embraced in the hallway
> You should leave before you explode
> In a huff you storm off, not caring where your hooves take you
> Blinded by your anger you find yourself sitting in a bathroom stall
> You grit your teeth as water finds itself running down your face
> You squint your eyes to try and control it
> Think Cadance, THINK!
> You take a deep breath and try to calm down
> ...
> After a few careful breaths you've found that you're now stable
> Regardless, you continue to breathe deeply
> You might be able to save this
> You have to find a way to save this.
> You NEED to find a way to save this
> You can't let something like this slip by
> Exiting the office you walk towards your hotel room
> Slowing down your trot you use this time to think of a plan

> You are Lyra's lover, the one and only Anonymous
> Ever since this morning, you've been in a far better mood
> And from look of Lyra she is too
> Bar your new relationship, the day has proceeded without incident
> Cadance left early, lunch was only made interesting by your favorite mare, and work actually got done.
> Packing an assortment of documents and sketches into your briefcase you prepare to end the day
> Walking out of the office, you are joined by Lyra
> Curiously enough, she receives a mix of jealous glares, hoof-bumps, and the occasional 'atta-girl' on the way out
> Sometimes you really wonder about these ponies
> The both of you stand outside the office
> Various ponies are milling about
> Several are hurrying home from work
> The two of you, are standing there staring at each other
> She seems like she has something to say, but she paws at the ground nervously
> You feel the need to start the conversation
"So..."
"Should I walk you home?"
> "...S-should I walk you home?"
> You both ask the same question in unison
> She blushes a little and you - caught off guard - cock your eyebrow
> You open your mouth slightly to speak, but you realize something
> You don't really know how to react to that question
> Lyra gives you a sheepish smile
> "U-usually, the mare walks the stallion home. A-although, I wouldn't mind if you came home with me of course..."
> You give her a grin
"Is that a come-on?"
> Her blush deepens a little
> "Huh? O-oh...well, I do like you and maybe I do-"
"Heh, relax, I was only joking around."
> You place your hand on her head and start to scratch her ears a little
> She visibly relaxes and moves towards your hand more
"So, tell you what. How about, I walk you home tonight. I'll tell you a little more about human culture, you tell me more about pony culture."
"Sound good?"
> At this you stop petting to look into her eyes
> The loss of contact disappoints her a little, her eyes sparkle as she replies
> "Of course!"
> You give her a big smile and start to walk forwards
> You promptly stop, realizing you have no idea where you're going.
> Lyra giggles a bit at this
> It's an adorable and melodic sort of giggle, one you can't help but smile at
> You get closer in order to follow her
> She leans in a little closer to your leg
> The two of you continue off down to her apartment
> You telling stories of your world and certain elements of its culture
> Her doing pretty much the same, only while brushed up against your leg
> Not that you mind of course.
> You arrive at her apartment
> Oddly enough only a few blocks down from your home
> The two of you stand in front of her door
> Just staring into each other's eyes
> She has a contented look about her - like everything is right with the world
> "S-so, thanks for taking me home..."
"Of course."
"So, is this the bit where I'm suppose-"
> You were about to crack a joke about begging for a kiss
> Seems she had something similar in mind
> Only she wasn't going to beg
> She stands on her hind legs and pulls your head down with her fore hooves
> It catches you off guard, but its not like you mind
> While not as impassioned as earlier, it still certainly has a high level of energy and affection behind it
> As she pulls out of the lip-lock you speak
"And thanks for the reward."
> You give her a cheeky smile
> You follow this up by bending down and embracing her
> She remains on her hind legs, only now bringing more of her weight on you
> Laying her head across your shoulders, you swear she's breathing in your scent
> The embrace ends and she mutters a few more thank you's and a few sweet things before trotting inside
> As she shuts the door, you walk home with a smile on your face and without a care in mind.
> Today was a good day.

> Hell hath no wrath like a Princess spurned
> And it hath no wrath like a Princess unable to find methods of revenge
> You are Cadance - and you are currently muzzle deep in another of Starswirl's textbooks
> You've extended your 'vacation' to Canterlot an extra week in order to further your research
> You've been practically locked in this library for a few days since you were so hastily turned down
> Unfortunately, you've read most of these cover to cover
> At least the ones related to the subject at hand
> You even tried to dig at some things vaguely related to find an answer
> None of these have so far proved a fruitful effort
> Not even the books you wrote specifically on the subject of love
> Nothing to split a bond
> Nothing at all.
> In your anger, you send an over-charge of magic through your horn causing the book you were reading to close with a loud 'THUD!'
> You surge your magic through the myriad of texts in front of you and fling them to the side
> You bring your forehooves on the table and almost slam your face into them
> You haven't found a damn thing
> All this searching...fruitless.
> You breathe deep.
> And in your mental exercise, you find a moment of clarity
> You NEED a change of scenery
> That helps clear the mind
> A clear mind, a better search right?
> You let out a little huff of air and try and perk up a bit
> Lifting your head from your hooves, you feel a slight rumble in your gut
> You could also use food.
> With this new plan in mind, you use your magic to organize the now disarrayed books back on the table
> Brushing your coat and mane a bit you walk out of the library and into downtown Canterlot
> As you make your way down to one of your usual restaurants - a Prench styled restaurant with an open-air section - several ponies bow as you pass
> You simply wave them on their way
> You don't bother offering a reply to any greetings, your mind is still preoccupied
> On your arrival you go through the usual motions - ponies bow, you gracefully tell them there is no need, they say it's out of respect, you thank them.
> It's really more tedious than it needs to be, you feel.
> Taking your seat in the open air you await your order
> Which you didn't really place one - you simply told them to surprise you
> After all, you don't feel like thinking something this...basic over.
> It's not that important. Just satisfying a need.
> You begin to ponder and space out
> You know what you need.
> You just don't know how to get it.
> Simply sitting there and staring into space for a solid ten minutes - had you been counting - your ears twitch slightly
> Is that...music?
> Taken out of your trance you look around for the source of such a beautiful tune
> On the other side of the restaurant is...a mare...
> She's strumming...some sort of instrument. You can't really make it out clearly from this angle.
> Much like the other patrons you crane your neck to see what's going on
> You still can't see the instrument
> But you can see its intended audience
> Its a stallion she seems to be playing for specifically
> Must be some sort of home-made tune, as you can't really identify the lyrics
> You sit and watch for a bit
> As she finishes the stallion seems to swoon over her performance
> You turn your attention back to your still empty table.
> You still need to keep thinking.
> You still need a plan.
> Honestly what else could you...
> You snap around to get a look at the performer and her lover
> They're sharing a passionate embrace
> You'd also assume a lot of sweet words as well
> That's it!
> It's so cheesy, but it might work.
> You get up from your table and place a few bits as a 'thank you'
> Without any other graces you're almost heading full tilt back to the archives
> Thanks to Twily, there are a ton of books on Anonymous and his culture
> Now you just need to find a love song.

> "A-anon...p-put me down..."
"No."
> "Please? Ponies are staring..."
> You look down at the mare in your arms and give her a knowing smile
> She gives her nose a scrunch and looks away, with a blush well defined on her face
> You have to admit she looks cute with her forehooves folded like that on her chest
> Keeping your smile you look up to see
"Relax, we're here already."
> You walk up to the door of her apartment and gently set her down
> As her blush fades a little, she looks up at you
> "T-thanks again, you really didn't have to carry me..."
"Hey, it's no problem. Besides, you didn't seem to mind."
> Her nose seems to scrunch a bit again
> Rolling your eyes, you kneel down and pull her into a hug
> She returns it warmly before breaking away with a smile on her face
> She gives you a light peck before moving to head inside
> As you stand up you feel her tail swat you on the ass
> You turn around with a slightly surprised look on your face
> She simply shoots you a grin
> "For earlier."
> With a sly smirk, she closes the door and you turn to leave
> You take your time on the way back
> You close your eyes just to feel the evening sun on your face
> And it feels damn good
> This whole week has
> Lyra is opening up a bit more
> And the job for Cadance is almost done
> Speaking of - you haven't seen her around in...
> ...
> Fuck, at least a week or so.
> Ah, to hell with it. She's probably fine.
> At least she's off your back
> And it landed you with a gorgeous little mare.
> You smile and breathe a sigh of satisfaction
> Following that you space-out on the way back, merely smiling
> Arriving back at your small house, you wave at your neighbors - who seem to have caught your apparently infectious good mood
> You whistle a small tune as you unlock your door
> Isn't really necessary considering where you're at, but the keys just remind you of home
> Re-locking your door you, you toss your keys onto the small table in the foyer
> You remove your coat and loosen your tie
> Following your small mantra you set a pot of water on the stove
> Still whistling you bring out a few ingredients
> Herbs. Check.
> Potatoes. Check.
> Carrots. Check.
> You rattle off your mental checklist for a small soup
> There is one thing that's currently bugging you, but you can't place what it is...
> As the water heats up, you search through your cupboards - having already searched through the pantry
"Shit, where is it!"
> Alright, this is really starting to frustrate you.
> Clink.
> You pause in your search.
"The fuck was that?"
> You glance over to your pot.
> No. It's not boiling.
> Hell, you didn't even have a cover over the thing.
> You look around some more in confusion.
> Thunk.
> Something must've hit the window.
> You move to investigate
> The sound intensifies as you reach the front of your house.
> You hear another thud, only this time from the upstairs
> Without much thought, you rush up to search around more
> You open your bedroom door in time to watch a medium size rock smash through you bedroom window.
"What the fuck!"
> Your exclamation appears to have alerted whoever threw that as you hear a voice shouting, what must be your name.
> With a combination of anger and curiosity plastered on your face you make your way towards what was your window
> Looking outside, you notice a rather beautiful sunset
> Nothing too unplea-
> "ANONYMOUS!"
> Nevermind.
> From the sound of that voice, you wager you knew who threw that.
> "Anon! Down here!"
> Begrudgingly you look down.
> What you see both annoys and interests you
> It's Cadance.
> With a Guitar. And sound equipment.
> Rather complex sound equipment.
> From both the picturesque sky and the equipment, you must've burned a lot of time.
> Fuck, how long were you looking for that broth.
> FUCK! That's what it was.
> "Anon, I think I found something you might like that should get my message across."
> You simply cock an eyebrow in preparation.
> She starts to play:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VUodwTf8JJw

> As she plays the last few notes, you lean against the window-frame
> Honestly, you're impressed
> A perfect rendition and a nice reminder of home
> You love music, and for once, you'd appreciate this advance
> Appreciate, but not reciprocate
> As like all of her prior advances, have always been a little...over the top, to say the least
> Speaking of...
> You inspect the damage to the window
> Completely shattered.
> Well, you at least know your response.
"So, you gonna fix the window or what?"
> You focus on her now
> The broad smile she was wearing shifts to a look of confusion as she takes the information in
> "Wait, what?"
"The window. The one you knocked out to get my attention."
> "Oh! That! It was...an a-accident. I swear!"
> The only response you give is an annoyed huff.
"Look if you're gonna be like that then allow me to give you a formal response."
> This time she cocks an eyebrow, clearly perplexed.
> Unlocking the window pane, you raise it up
> With theatrics in mind, you lean out the window.
"HOW 'BOUT NO!"
> With that said, you duck back in and slam the window shut
"Ah, fuck..."
> As you do so, a shower of glass shards rain down on your feet
> That window is almost nonexistent at this point.
> Well.
> Shit.
> Time to get the broom.
> With an obviously displeased grumble you make your way downstairs to find your broom.

> Reaching your utilities closet you hear a banging at your door
> With a sigh you march over to the door
> Opening it up, you see none other than Cadance
> Several of the hairs in her mane are out of place - almost frazzled looking
> She appears to be trying to keep her composure
> What exactly she's holding back, you can't really tell
> So, you simply lean up against the door frame and remain silent
> "Anonymous... There you are..."
> "I just wanted to say-"
"Look, if it's about the singing - I don't have too many reminders of home, so I appreciate that much. I really do."
"Thing is though, I don't appreciate the advances you're trying to make."
> She seems to clam up at this
> Her eyes have a little extra water in them - she's really trying to keep her composure
"Look at it like this - every gift you've given, has backfired to some extent."
"Some have caused some minor injuries, but for the most part, they've all been annoying and a slight inconvenience."
> Her head droops a bit as you say this
> You breathe out a quick sigh.
"Take this effort, for instance. You didn't have to break my fucking window."
> She remains both silent and motionless.
> You shake your head
"Now, if you'll excuse me - I've got some broken glass to clean up."
> Closing the door you let out another, much louder, sigh
> Fuck, you didn't want to be such an asshole about this
> You really didn't, but she couldn't take the fucking hint.
> Trying not to think too much about this, you grab your broom and march back upstairs.

> The door closes in your face
> He walked off
> You couldn't form any words right now if you tried.
> You are Cadenza Mi Amore, Princess now loveless
> Your somber expression remains fixed on your face
> Your eyes sting
> You don't know why.
> Quite frankly, you don't care either
> Your muzzle is wet
> You can feel a somewhat steady drip of water off it
> The only thing of interest right now is your hooves; not even your thoughts can break your gaze
> With a heavy sigh, you close your eyes
> As you open them, you're struck with a certain revelation
> Your muzzle is now drier than earlier
> It's no longer dripping - though your eyes still sting
> Lifting your head up, the lights in Anon's house are currently out
> And your shadow is silhouetted across his door by moonlight
> Just how long were you standing here?
> Honestly, you don't know.
> You just don't know anymore
> You turn around and begin a slow walk to the castle
> There is one thing you do know.
> You need payback.
> You aren't going to let something...someone like this go that easily

> The journey back was somber at best
> Your mind was restless at this point
> A pair of guards salute you as you enter the castle
> You continue to your chambers, allowing stray thoughts to enter
> What does she have that you don't?
> Why me?
> Why not me...
> You halt your march in front of the doors to your temporary chambers
> You send a pulse of magic through your horn and latch onto the doors
> You throw them open
> ...
> One of your many thoughts forces its way to the forefront of your mind:
> You could just force them apart.
> Shaking your head, you snap back to reality.
> Entering your chambers you shut the door behind you and flop onto your queen sized bed.
> No...You can't.
> It doesn't work like that.
> You're the princess of love.
> You can fix it. You can find it for them again.
> But you can't break it if there truly is love.
> You close your eyes and take a deep breath.
> But, if there isn't...
> Come to think of it, it would be easier if one of them were vulnerable
> Maybe he's dependent on her somehow.
> That's it!
> Let's see how well he treats her when he learns she has nothing to offer him.
> You feel a devilish grin forming on your face.
> You know what's on the agenda tomorrow.
> Rolling over, you find that sleep comes rather easy to you with this idea.

> Sitting at your desk, you stare blankly at a handful of design documents and sheets of card stock
> You take a sip of coffee to try and wake yourself up
> You are Anonymous - and with a hole where your window used to be, you clearly did not sleep well last night.
> Right. Well, Cadance hasn't left a gift on your doorstep this morning.
> Maybe it won't be such a bad day.
> You take another sip of coffee and lean over your desk
> Alright, just have to-
> Wait, did you just hear a sniffle?
> Could just be an auditory hallucination. If that's the case, you should really get that window-
> No. Couldn't be. You just heard it again.
> This time, it's louder than before.
> Closer almost.
> You poke your head out from your cubicle.
> What you see causes both confusion and a touch of heartbreak
> Lyra is slowly making her way back to the studio end of the office
> Her eyes seem... wetter than they should be
> She keeps her composure
> Then she sees you
> She gives you an obviously forced smile
> "H-hey! Anon..."
> Something's up.
"Lyra? What's wrong hon?"
> She seems to panic just a touch.
> "Uh, nothing! Yeah...n-nothing's wrong..."
> You cock an eyebrow.
> "N-no! Really! I...I'm fine. I swear..."
"It's okay, you can tell me anything."
> She seems to fidget in place a little.
> "...Anon...."
> "...No, forget it. I-I'm sorry Anon! I- I just can't...."
> A single tear drop rolls down her muzzle
> She begins to try and speak again
> "...S-so...s-sorry..."
> Her words start to become incoherent
> More tears start flowing.
> You've got to do something.
> You reach down to her.
"Lyra-"
> Before you can move more than a foot towards her, she bolts down to the studio
> You attempt to run after her.
> No matter how fast you urge your legs to carry you, it just isn't fast enough
> Gritting your teeth you sprint a little harder
> This proves to be a futile effort as she magically slams the studio door behind her
> Panting and out of breath, you lean on the door
".*huff*...Lyra..."
"P.*pant*..please, babe..*huff*..just talk to me..."

> You put your back to the door
> Your shoulders are slumped
> Tears freely flow down your muzzle
> You are Lyra Heartstrings
> And you are trying-
> Correction. Tried. To be strong.
> For Anon.
> But you couldn't.
> You can't keep it together.
> You've just lost your job - and you almost know that you'll lose him next.
> You sniffle a little. Despite practically breaking down, you're managing to keep some amount of composure
> You can hear his labored breathing on the other side of the door
> "*huff*....Lyra..."
> "*pant*...P-please babe...*huff*...just talk to me..."
> The tears flow down your muzzle harder
> Your vision is becoming thoroughly obscured now
> Choking back some of your tears you reply
> It's not going to be pretty, but he has to know.
"A-anon....*sniffle*"
"I-I-I...I-m sorry...."
> With a heavy sniff, you open your mouth to speak - but you're cut off
> "*huff*...for what babe?"
> You hear a deep inhale
> You're lost. You've got no job, no words, potentially no Anon.
> After a five minute pause, you hear him speak up again
> "Babe...whatever it is, it's okay."
> The tears have slowed
> Your muzzle is still damp
> You can barely fight the urge back to respond. But you manage - for him.
"W-why....?"
> "Because..."
> "I love you."
> Your face noticeably tightens. Your vision becomes more obscured.
> The tears have started again.
> Only harder.
> You can't stop it.
> Just those three words...
> You turn onto your side and put your hoof onto the door.
> You can barely speak right now.
> The most you're able to do is mutter almost incoherently and in a soft voice
> The one thing you manage to make out
"....I-I.*sob*..I l-love...you...too..."

> You're now laying across the width of the door
> Your hand is resting on the door's surface
"Because..."
"I love you."
> You've said it. You shared it. Hopefully she reciprocates it.
> You are Anonymous, lover of Lyra and Lyra's love.
> Resting your head against the door, you can only hear a bit of incoherent muttering and sobs.
> With a sigh you make one final statement
"Lyra...please, I need you to talk to me. If it would help, come by my house later. We can talk there."
> ...
"Okay?"
> Between the sobs, you do make out a shaky "Okay..." from the other side
> Hopefully she shows up. You're praying she shows up.
> Walking back to your desk, you shoulders have slumped slightly
> Your head has a noticeable downward tilt to it.
> Everything feels...pointless...
> The only thought on your mind is how to help out your Lyra
> Reaching your desk, you simply take your documents and put them in your desk
> Unlikely someone would steal designs for a business card.
> You reach for your coffee and take a sip
> Your face contorts into a grimace.
> Shits cold.
> You swallow the bitter substance anyway.
> With your documents secured, you take the cup back to the break room and make your way to Gimmick's office.
> Standing outside, you knock twice on the door
> "Come in!"
> You just poke your head in.
"Hey boss, I don't really feel too well. I'm taking the rest of the day off."
> She simply gives you a nod.
> Well, that's confirmation enough for you.
> With slightly lethargic steps, you walk out of the office and slowly trudge home.

> Closing the door behind you, you make your way to the bathroom, undoing your tie in the process.
> Passing your living room you throw both your overcoat and tie onto the couch
> Heading up the stairs and into your bathroom, you splash some water on your face
> You still don't feel any better.
> Water still dripping off your face, you clutch the sides of the sink and stare into the mirror
> Worry appears to be plastered on it
> You really hope she's okay.
> After drying off your face, you find yourself pacing around in your living room
> You can't think of anything else but Lyra.
> What's worse, you can't think of a way to fix it.
> To be fair, you're not even certain what's wrong.
> God, you hope you can fix this.
> Your worried pacing persists for an almost indeterminate amount of time.
> Lost in your own thoughts, you never noticed that you sat down on your couch
> Hearing a knock on your door stirs you from your trance-like state
> Another knock takes you back to reality
> A third causes you to bolt to the door
> Practically flinging the door open you don't know whether to continue to be worried, or to be relieved.
> What stands before you....
> ...
> Could only really be described as a husk...
> It's Lyra, but without her usual energy
> She seems...sad...
> Her head is angled down
> Her eyes are slightly bloodshot
> You kneel down to her eye level
> Cupping her muzzle in your hand you bring her head up and plant a quick kiss on her lips
> You move slightly closer and wrap her in a hug
> Pressing your head against her neck, you speak
"Dear God, Lyra..."
> "I-I'm sorry..."
"Shush. There is absolutely nothing you need to be sorry about. I'm just glad you're here now."
> Ending the embrace you place a hand on her withers and usher her inside your home
> She doesn't object, if anything...
> ...It just seems to make her head hang a little lower...
> With a soft sigh you lead her into your living room and the two of you plop onto the couch.
> She simply sits there and stares at her hooves
> You can't take seeing her like this
> You reach over and pull her into your chest
"Lyra...I need you to talk to me, okay?"
> She rubs her head against your chest in a manner that appears to be a nod.
"Then I need you to tell me what's wrong, love."
> Bringing her head up to look you in the eyes, she runs a forehoof across her muzzle
> With a light sniffle she speaks
> "T-they....they fired me..."
"Wait, you mean Gimmick fired you?"
> Another forlorn nod.
> You knew what unemployment felt like
> But damn, she was taking this hard.
> In an effort to comfort her, you begin to softly stroke her mane
> She still seems down, but slightly more relaxed
"I'm sorry love..."
> With a quick glance up and a sniffle, she cuts you off
> "N-no....d-don't be..s-sorry.."
> You cock an eyebrow at her
> "I-I should be..."
> "I-I...I'm letting y-you down..."
> Bringing your hand from her mane to her muzzle again, you tilt her head up to look at you
"You're not letting me down."
> "B-but, I am..."
> "*sniff* The m-mare is supposed to support h-her stallion..."
> "A-and all I'm doing...is.*sob*..is sitting here...c-crying..."
> As she tilts her head down again, you lean into her and pull her into a loving embrace
> With her head snugly against your chest, you begin to stroke her mane
"It's alright love."
> With all the tenderness you can muster, you continue to stroke her mane and whisper reassurances
> Despite this, she continues to sniffle for a few more minutes before calming down.
> "...A-anon..."
"Yeah?"
> "...W-what am I-I going to do..."
"I already told you babe, don't worry about me."
> "I k-know...b-but...what about me?"
> "I-I d-don't know how I'm g-gonna pay the rent..."
> "...or f-for food..."
> Her breathing starts to get destabilize again
> "...W-who am I kidding...if I can't s-support myself, then-"
> Nope. You're not having her go down that road again.
"Lyra. Hon. Calm down. It'll be okay."
> You sit up a little straighter, causing her to stir a bit
> Taking this opportunity, you cup her muzzle again and bring her in for a quick peck
> You lock your eyes with her's
"Move in with me. I can take care of you."
> Her pupils dilate - her eyes radiating a combination of surprise and excitement
> "R-really? Y-you mean you d-don't mind? It's n-not often that a stall-"
> With another quick peck on the lips, you reply
"No. I don't mind."
> Her mouth gapes a little.
> Yours curls into a warm smile
> This smile shifts to surprise as Lyra throws her forehooves around your neck, peppering you with light kisses
> "Thankyouthankyouthankyou-"
> Bringing her into a tighter embrace and a more passionate kiss, you cut her off
"Hey, don't worry about it. Besides, this kinda thing is normal where I come from."

> Nothing makes your day more than seeing your Lyra smile
> And today, her smile is more infectious than ever
> Since you decided to let her move in, she's been happier than ever
> And no matter how heavy these boxes get, you're still smiling
> Although, they really are heavy.
"...Lyra...babe...what's even in..."
> Fuck it, you're gonna set these down
"*huff*...what's even in these things?"
> She pokes her head around the doorway to her bedroom
> "Music sheets."
> You notice a thought cross her mind. Her smile goes from warm to a devious grin.
> "And here I thought you were a strong stallion, able to take care of himself AND his mare..."
> "Surely boxes full of paper shouldn't be an issue..."
> You purse your lips for a bit
> Evidently, your expression must be amusing because she starts to crack
> Then outright giggle
> It's adorable. You can't help but smile a little.
> But you can't let it go that easily.
> You stick your tongue out and proceed to blow a raspberry in her direction
> "Love you!"
> She giggles one last time before ducking back into her bedroom to continue packing her things
"Love you too."
> With a grunt, you lift the boxes off the floor
> Heading down a few flights of stairs, you place the boxes in a cart you rented and make your way back up

> After making a couple of trips, you return to the cart
> Placing a travel bag in the cart, you step back and examine it
> Wow. Surprisingly a lighter load than you thought.
> Well, in terms of amount, anyway.
> Fuck that sheet music is heavy, though.
> With a quick exhale you watch a lyre, sheathed in magic, find its resting place in the cart
> The last time a chick moved in with you, there was way more than this
> ...
> Hold it.
> Hol- fuck it, you gotta ask.
"This everything?"
> She looks up at you, beaming.
> "Yep!"
> Well, guess it really was.
> You position yourself to pull the cart
> She appears to have stopped part of the way from doing it herself.
> "Oh...uh..."
"Relax, I'm certain I've got this."
> With a sheepish smile she simply nods
"Hey, like I said, things like this; Normal. For me anyway."
> As you heft up the cart, Lyra begins to merrily trot beside you
> "So...what else is 'normal' where you come from..."
> "I mean, like - relationship stuff..."
> You look over to her
> She looks kind of embarrassed to ask
> Maybe she doesn't wants to know how much you deviate from Equestrian norms?
> She might be alright with it, but still.
> Would be easier to explain to her friends I guess.
> You decided to tell her what you know
> As the two of you proceed down the street, you get a few odd looks
> Probably assuming she's making you haul your stuff.
> Out of the various looks, you fail to notice one in particular
> A curious and icy look. Emanating purple from the iris and vengeance from the pupil.

> With a couple of blinks your irises bring Celly's sunlight down to a tolerable level
> Arching your back and flexing your wings, you get out of your lavish bed
> You are Princess Cadenza Mi Amore, and today is - thankfully - your last day in Canterlot
> Well, you didn't plan on it really.
> You just can't stand it here any longer
> At the very least let's hope a certain pair can't stand it here either
> With a sigh, you approach the vanity and begin brushing your mane
> Might as well go out for a little bit today; let's face it, the last time you were here was to wed your pathetic excuse for a husband.
> Lazy fucker can't even cook properly...
> And you have to take charge in bed...
> And-
"OW!"
> With a scowl you realize you tugged on a knot a little hard
> Sighing, you gently brush it down.
> With a once-over you set the brush down and begin to trot out of the palace

> Without chasing Anon, you really don't have a goal at this point
> As such, you meander about the streets of Canterlot, almost aimlessly.
> Considering the length of your stay, the ponies have at least backed off on the bowing
> Stopping at a corner you spy an open air cafe
> As good a place as any if nothing else.
> Without so much as glancing at the name, you take a seat - intending to get something to eat and leave
> Within minutes, a waiter arrives to take your order
> Though enthusiastic, you pay the waiter no mind. Almost staring into space as you're ordering
> As she bounds off to deliver your order, you can't help but notice a few older looking ponies staring
> And the conversations of some nearer patrons
> "Is she making him carry his own belongings?"
> "*sigh* I remember when mares had respect for their stallions..."
> "Hey, isn't that the human..."
> Wait a minute. Human.
> Oh Celestia, please...
> With a combination of trepidation and rising anger, you look to see what the other customers are looking at

> What you see is infuriating
> It's him. And he's with her.
> From this distance, you can't make out what they're saying, but...
> The smiles...
> The laughter...
> The looks they share at each other...
> You've seen all you need to.
> Why.
> Why her.
> Why here.
> Why now.
> Of all the things to do.
> First he rejects your love
> Then he finds somepony else
> Somepony who isn't even as good as you!
> You can feel your face start to heat up
> Then she has the nerve to parade him around like that
> While not readily apparent, your vision begins to blur slightly
> For all you know, she's abusing him.
> You feel a hoof tap you on your side
> Whipping around, you stare daggers into this interloper
> "Argh! P-p-princess...I-I-I h-have had y-your order r-ready f-for five minutes now...I just...."
> At this point the poor waitress ended up getting the brunt of your anger
> She's also begun muttering apologies
"*Ahem* I...apologize...dear subject. I was....merely deep in thought...Managing empires...and stuff..."
> Shit, that's hardly convincing.
> Though shaking, she manages to place your order in front of you
> While she placed it slow, she withdrew her hoof with speed that could rival lightning.
> With a huff, you sit and stare at your food.
> You don't feel hungry
> You feel wronged.
> Like the world decided to piss you off today.
> You were leaving Canterlot today.
> You planned on enjoying what little of it you could - after all, you weren't going to come back if you could help it.
> But now...
> Now it's like the world wants to piss in your oats
> ...
> Looking back you see Anonymous and...her...turn a corner
> You look back to your food and grimace.
> ...
> It's a bad idea.
> It truly is. But you're both curious and angry as all tartarus.
> You get up and proceed to follow them.


> Turning that same corner, you see them again.
> They're a ways a head - just enough not to notice you and just enough for you to keep an eye on them.
> You brush past several ponies on the street.
> You don't bother to apologize.
> With tunnel vision encasing the essence of your being, you continue to tail Anon
> How long have you been at this?
> Five minutes?
> Ten?
> It's hard to count wh-
> Oh. They've stopped.
> Shit!
> Frantically looking around you spot a newspaper in a nearby trashcan and quickly magic it up to hid yourself.
> Oh, this is so not going to work.
> With a nervous swallow, you shift the paper to get a better look
> Alright, they haven't noticed you.
> You continue to observe.
> He isn't holding the cart anymore
> He's just opened the door...and...
> ...and she's just brought him into a hug...
> That bitch!
> You snort in anger.
> You can't belie-
> Hold on.
> Did she just...
> She just kissed him!
> You can't hold it any longer.
> Your aura drops the paper and it lands into your hooves
> You quickly ball it up and hurl it at the ground.
> Seething with rage and in complete disbelief you remain rooted in place
> Your jaw has locked itself - your teeth putting an immense amount of pressure on themselves.
> You want to fight.
> You want to run.
> You want to cry.
> And yet, you can't.
> You don't posses the will to control a body that has shut itself down.
> But you must.
> Ponies on the street are staring
> One has approached you, mouthing words
> You can't hear them.
> You can only hear your heartbeat.
> Shaking, you manage to move a hoof.
> Tentatively you place it forward.
> Then another.
> And another.
> Only to realize...
> You aren't confronting them.
> You're retreating.
> As your body moves itself on its own
> You realize something.
> You've lost.
> Your frontal lobe has decided this path for you.
> The rest of your mind fumes. It enrages you.
> And yet...you know you can do nothing.
> Its as though that sixth sense of your is telling you the only thing you'll do is fall further than where you are now.
> As you march yourself back to the castle you notice something.
> You can't cry.
> And you have a powerful thirst for a strong drink.
> It's...
> It's time to go home...