Anon in horseland by Dwindled Fairy

>be Anon...
>you are stuck in an abnormal non-logical fantasy world
>back on earth only others wished for this miracle
>eh, hows it currently working within your favor, Anon?
>well it wasnt as you expected and for some unknown reason and/or force your past is blurry and oblivion
>its only been 24hr since your much awaited arrival. The chirping of pleasure being in this world wore off hours ago
>you drag your legs nonchantantly down the cobblestone road accompanied with the sound of your worn and torn black and white sneakers half-skidding, the light hearted darkness spotlight from the Moon ascends over your figure
>your gaze is comparable to that of a Duck out of water
>the streets of Canterlot are basically empty. Only a few guards patrol however within packs
>come to think of it ever since your arrival...
>well Princess Cadance stopped you from leaving
>why?
>as you try prodding your brain for some information you come across two guards
>they both look at you with their eyes adverting up and down
>as they approach you, you know what to do now. Do what you been doing for the last 2 hours since midnight....
>you raise your left hand to your chest

>one of the guard's startled by your sudden action and their forehoofs clenched the well-sharpened thin-bladed spear
>you stop for a minute upon noticing the guards uncomfortable atmosphere
>"What are you reaching for?" their partner whom has a masculier voice however hard to say if it is a he or she..
"My pass, sir... Madam.. eh..." your voice crackles slightly like rocks hitting together not to mention your face feels flustered
>neither guards react to your saying...
"...It?..."
>"Hey!" the feminine voice spirals in realization
>oh shit Anon, what did you do already?
>"Blake, Blake! Light up the torch!" and so the pony named Blake does so.
>using their Unicorn magick the sharp horn that sits on their forehead, it begins lightening up with a warmth white-frost glow
>wow the area pretty much looks alot more better now...
...and you can even see your feet!
>"Its him!" the pony exclaims and their feminine voice reaching an all time high and even cracking a little
>how long is your arm staying like this for? A throbbing pain erupts in your arm, more like a flee breathing heavily
"Can I show you my item, now?" you ask as one eye is squinting with the powerful lightening aura
>"Ofcourse." they both confirm for Higgins! At the same time like twins
>your fingers wrap around a metal chain lace as you pull up a hanging weighty item at the end which is a slightly thick metal rectangle
>it has a special encarving stating, with olde English yer bastard' written
>"ANON. TERRA INCOGNITA."
>it also has a encarved picture but its to dark to see what it is and anyway, on top of the metal rectangle it has a embodied pink emrald jewel.
>Very pretty... and pink..

>Once the guards read the little chain around your neck they both looked at one another before giggling with a hint of snickering
>not much you can say!
>you were practically FORCED to wear the damn thing
>the Princess even had you held down
>even if you would not accept, which you didnt, she would have probably had some rediculous tattoo embodied upon your chest
>the guards were sure to let you know the dangers of being out late at night
>after their semi-univeristy lecture they resume patrolling
>you continue dragging your feet once more
>now what do you do?
>you cant really do much however the Princess didnt say where you could stay..
>thats a thing!
>where the heck were you supposed to stay?!
>rummaging your worn-torned jeans pocket, you pull out the trusty Anon wallet. IN FAVOR OF ANON AND ANON ONLY! Hooray!
>you open it only to find £100 from your past world
you sigh with the feeling of hopelessness splashing in your face
>you begin to wonder what foregin or alien currency is considered here....
>is it rare and expensive within return?
>you can only hope..
>...hope...
"GAH!" you flail your arms..
>...in the air as a sudden burst of lightening comes from inside a...
>abandoned building?
>you peer your head to the wooden oak double doorway and slightly push it, a small creek sounds accompanied with a mice or two squeaking and fleeing away from the door
>wandering and pathing your way through the darkness within the streets had adjust your eyes to the stale blackness
>the room has a high temperture. It's like a friggin' volcano!
>why?
>as you enter the unappealing however rather large house you couldnt help but notice a slight stinch of smell
>why is this the only that looks like shit?
>and why is the house so hot?
>slowly creeping into what appears to be a kitchen with black and white tile floors
>the moonlight has lit up the floors like a christmas tree
>as you creep into the seperate room you could hear sounds descending from the stairs
>a pony in rugged and rough clothing looking also quite dirty
"H-hey!" you whsiper loudly to the pony
>they turn around and look at you, you could tell their eyes is a light emerld green
>"Wha?" they respond
"Uh.... What is this place?"
>damnit Anon... Was that the best you could do?
>sounded almost like an insult
>hey wait what if this is a legit house and you broke in?
>'I can explain! The door was unlocked!' that wouldnt go down well...
>"This house er.. Was abandoned bu' we turnt it into... A shelter." the voice is a masculier however weak and sounds strained, could even be under-nourished...
"Shelter? For what?" you ask tilting your head
>"For ponies."
"Oh... Ooooh! Like homeless ponies?" without giving the sentance another thought
>the pony doesnt respond and instead flinches slightly at your poor choice of words
"Heh.. Sorry I didnt mean it like that.."
>"Well... Yea' thats what this house is..."
"If everypony is asleep then why are you up?"
>"Im leaving. Its only a matter of time before this place either gets redorcated for a new home or...
>without finishing the last sentance the pony trots out the front door
>damn
>unsure what you should do you head out the front door aswell
>that place is definitley not for you and anyway the ponies might get offended by your presence
>by no means are you any type of royalty or property of Princess Cadance.. However there is something she was reluclent to let you in on.
>but it sounded positive.. Not some bat-shit crazy things
>although you sort of feel like property of hers ever since she forced you to wear this stupid thing!
>you look down at your chest and see the chain dangling...
>pssh.. What does the bit mean under the name anyway?
>you spot a guards post and power walk to it. You are pretty much sick with staying out now
>hopefully the guard can point you in the right direction
>once you arrive the guard tilts his to you unsure of your presence
"Hey uh... Could you point me in the right direction to the Castle... Tower... Or whatever the heck the Princess lives in?"
>the guard points a hoof to the side of your head by inches
>you turn and see the entrance doors guarded by two guards
>well damn, now you feel stupid!
"Thank you!"
>you rush off to the doors
>you allow your breath to steady and your heart reduce to normal rhythms
>you once stand before the two stallions in a smart dress attire with spears leaning across their shoulders
>ofcourse..
"Uh.. Could I get in?" you ask unsure
>"Why..." one answers
>"... Would you..." the other continues
>"... Want to do...."
>"... That?"
>jeez, your brain hurts a little from that
>tweedle de tweedle dum
>shit
>well atleast they arent rhyming!
"Guys please let me in!" you whine
>grabbing a hold of your chain and showing them your only identity
>You can see their eyes glancing at the item
>"What purpose is for you..."
>"... Lying beyond these guarded doors..."
>".. That requires your presence..."
>"... And if thou not peasents?.."
>This is going to be a long, long night!
>okay Anon you got this
>you take the time to look up at the scene before your very eyes
>the door they are guarding is really tall probably mansion doors or abit higher, and they seem to be a deadly red colour however mixed with a level of warmth to show compassion
>near the bottom of the door there is parting-ways with the red paint and instead replaced with wooden thick sticks that were to be polished leading a invert-line on the door
>not to mention it is a double door
>but the guards served with the same uniform as others
>and still
>they dont budge
"Im not a peasent! Jeez I even have this to prove Im worth something!"
>for empthsis you tap your index finger on the pink jewel
>one guard makes a closer inspection for 3 minutes
>"Alright, you can get in. But I'll warn you to keep your voice low. Princess Cadance and Shining Armour are asleep."
>at the sudden thought of them curled up in bed together asleep in ones arms, for no reason you drift off to a scene with a sharp instrument carving their throats
"W-woah... W-what was that...?!"
>you say under your breath as if sworn to secrecy
>you are not sure why this happened and all you know as of yet is this happened once and hopefully it has nothing to do with the transportation
>as the doors creek with wood and open at a snail pace you enter the palace... Tower... Castle thing...
>as expected
>the hallway is extremely spacious with clensed white floors sparkling and so clean you can see your own ugly face in it
>top it off with the fact there is also a thin red rug from the door leading to what seems to be a forever walk that will not end
>but eventually at the end there are a couple of leveled steps as the rug empthsis' by creasing
>you begin walking down the hallway taking in the amount of space it has
>it looks so unreal
>like really, unreal
>PING!
>you just had the most briliant idea to date
>you begin running to gain momentum and you try reaching the highest velocity possible
>You lift the leading leg up in the air and you allow the momentum to carry the following foot along with raising your hands and your body spinning in circles
>Your face missed the steep steps by inches
>INCHES!
>Even with the red velvet carpet the steps could cause a major gash
>You fall on your back but..
>You expected to feel pain...
>Instead...
>You open your eyes and you are levitating slowly back down
>However nopony is around you using magick...
>You utilise this moment to hunch your back forward with one hand toward the ground and the other hand out in the air behind your back, one leg kneeling and the other knee making contact with the ground
>Maximum badass level reached
>Your figure finally makes contact with the floor after 5 minutes and you hear clapping...
>You raise your head up and notice a light tanned coffee coloured pony
>Well the pone looks like that or toffee..
>Her mane looked brunette and was tied back in a knot but her mane definitley is looked after
>And shes wearing the usual generic maid uniform...
>"W-wow... That was very good!"
>You could faintly hear her voice maybe because she's shy or reserved?
>You stand up on your feet and let out a confused chuckle
"Really? That felt kinda... Silly.."
>She doesn't respond instead she smiles
>You approach her with your hand out for a hoof-shake
"Name's Anon, miss...?"
>"Blood..."
"Sorry? Miss Blood?"
>At first what she said confused the hell out of you, what is she a batpone?
>"N-no, you have blood on your nose... Near your mouth.."
>You touch the underline of your nose and feel the wet liquid that is blood
>Inspecting it, it's a nasty case of nosebleed too. It even is close to being black blood...
>That's really not good
>The mare quickly hoofs a cloth and presses it against the liquid that is of bad nature and cleans up your nose
>There isn't really a smell from the cloth
>You held your nose tight to pinch the bleeding
"So What's your name?" you ask with a very nasal added tone
>Hey!
>You almost sound like Donald Duck!
>Seriously though you get up to weird things when your nose is like that
>You shall know no more
>"My name is Morning Glory. Nice to meet you, Anon!" accompanied by a beautiful smile
>wat