Anon in Equestria 9: Pinkie vs Eris

“Hey Twilight, ya’ll goin to Pinkie Pie’s?” Twilight smiles as Applejack approaches.

“Yes I am, I’m trying to get there early since I have nothing else to do today. Did she give you the singing telegram song too?” She nods, “Thought so, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how eccentric Pinkie is, especially when it comes to parties.”

“Just gotta take it in stride. Gummy turns one only once ya know.” The two now walk side by side through the bustling streets. Ponies of all size and color seem to be moving at a brusque pace. Though, with the large amount of armored ponies now patrolling the roads, who could blame them?

Guards now stand watch at every other crossroad, while others trot about the perimeter. What was once a dozen or so guards have now become sixty. It didn’t help that they appeared almost out of thin air. This has caused the ponies in town to be on edge, Celestia wouldn’t order this many to such a small town if there wasn’t something dangerous around.

Any questions asked get the populace no answers other than to report to them if they see anything strange. What used to be a happy go lucky town of friendly ponies, now has an air of uncertainty and suspicion hanging like a thick fog. The sun doesn’t seem to shine as brilliantly in the sky as before.

The stress is so pungent that even the regular estrus cycles of the mares seem to have been made erratic at best. While some still try to court stallions, the majority seem to be too scared to do anything other than get to where they need to be. The smell of a light musk is in the air; it’s gone unnoticed by the rather distracted populace.


Colts  and fillies now stick close to their mother’s side, while fathers keep on the lookout. The incredible change in attitude, though sudden, has not gotten by the attentive nature of the two mares. Both desperately want to say something, but due to royal orders, they’re forced to remain silent.


“This ain’t right Twilight, look at em.” Applejack whispers, “They’re trotting about all spooked. We gotta tell them somethin. It ain’t even been a day and they already look plum ready to start havin heart attacks. Besides, this whole mess is throwin everypony off. Ain’t no one gonna be getting a good ruttin with this goin on.”


Twilight’s cheeks turn a bright shade of pink upon mentioning what she thinks to be a vulgar act. This doesn’t go ignored by her friend. Her snickering and smarmy grin only cause Twilight’s blush to deepen in color. She furrows her brow and shouts.


“Applejack, that’s inappropriate! Chapter six of “Socializing Equines” specifically states in paragraph seven that estrus is meant to be private!” The farm mare’s response is to point a hoof towards a couple nuzzling one another for a few moments before a pair of guards tell them to move along.


“Oh  come on Twilight, its natural. No one cares except the guards. It’s not like they’re doin the deed in the middle of the street.”  She nudges her friend and a sly smirk spreads across her lips, “I bet you gotta colt friend waiting on ya’ll back at the library don’t ya?” This time Twilight’s embarrassment seems to spread across her entire face.


Applejack chuckles at her display before wrapping a hoof around her neck. Unfortunately, this action isn’t met with anything friendly from the unicorn. Instead Twilight grumbles while moving out of Applejack’s reach. The Stetson hat wearing mare shakes her head.


“Don’t be like that Twi, I’m just messin. Don’t get your mane in a bunch ya hear?” Twilight cuts her off so she can’t say anything else about it.


“Anyway,” she starts, trying to get back on the matter at hand, “The Princess said that if we told every pony what was going on, they’d panic. We can’t let that happen.” Applejack huffs, disappointed that her friend is so insistent on changing the subject. Regardless, Ponyville’s current state is much more important than what she was talking about.


“I know, but they look like they’d panic now. Besides, how they gonna help us if they can’t tell what to look for? I mean, none of us knew what a changeling looked like till the Princess showed us that head last night.” She gags before adding, “That thing was darn disgustin too.” Twilight places a comforting hoof around her friend.


“We have to trust her, Applejack. Celestia knows what’s best, I’m confident everything will be fine. Just try to keep your mind on Gummy’s party okay?” Her eyes widen when she realizes a very important bit of information. “That reminds me, Pinkie said she was going to give Anon an invite.”


Applejack scoffs, “How she gonna do that? Didn’t Celestia cut him off from Ponyville?” Twilight merely shrugs in response.


“I have no idea, but if there’s anything that’s certain, it’s that Pinkie Pie knows her way around things. If she’s going to give Anon an invite, she’ll find a way to get it to him.” As the two continue their chat, they slowly but surely make their way to Sugarcube Corner.

“Oh wait, ain’t it Pinkie’s birthday tomorrow?” Both mares stop in their tracks.

“Y-yes it is,” Twilight stammers out, “Is she really planning on having two parties so close together? That doesn’t seem like a very good idea.” Applejack waves a hoof dismissively.

“Poor thing probably forgot. She’s so focused on Gummy I wouldn’t be surprised if tomorrow went over her head.”

“We need to get her something! Pinkie’s our friend after all. It’d be horrible if we didn’t get her anything. But, what sort of gift do you give someone like her?” The two think to themselves for a moment, until Applejack shoots Twilight a smarmy grin.

“I know the perfect present.” Twilight gives the apple farmer her full attention, “We find Anon, strip off his clothes, and tie him up with a big red bow.”

Twilight shakes her head, “Applejack that’s not—”

“It’ll solve our problem of finding a gift—”

“Applejack.”

“And Pinkie’ll have someone for estrus.”

“Applejack!” Twilight screams, causing her to jump.

“What in tarnation?” She looks to her friend, eyes wide, “What’s the matter Twi?”

“We can’t do that. You're already on bad terms with him.  Do you really think it's a good idea to do anything against his will?" Applejack sighs, turning her eyes to the road ahead.

“I know, it was a joke anyways. I still feel bad about how I acted the other day. I’m kinda hopin he’ll be at the party so I can talk to em. I want to apologize. Maybe he won’t hold a grudge since all we did was yell and throw out empty threats.”

She turns back to her friend before adding, “Don’t suppose you got any friendship advice or something on trying to make up with somepony do ya?” Twilight smiles, happy at the prospect of helping someone with something pertaining to friendship.

“Of course Applejack, you could always—”

As Twilight begins her explanation, something rather important evades their gaze. A small group of pegasi just a few feet away talks among themselves in hushed whispers. Their odd blue eyes dart back and forth as they speak, making sure that no one else can hear what any of them are saying…


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“Well, did you?” Eris’ silence and guilty look in her eye is only making you mad at this point. While you do sympathize with her current condition, that doesn’t mean she can do as she pleases. Eris opens her mouth to answer, but shuts it immediately. Her nervousness has caused her to start sweating.


She knows that as soon as she admits to transforming that star, the agreement she has with Celestia would be over. Nothing would stop the alicorn from forcing Eris off of the planet, other than the draconequus herself. The truth of the matter is she knows she’s made herself out to be the culprit. It doesn’t matter how she answers, Eris has made it obvious. The real issue is her inner conflict.


On one hand, she doesn’t show any concern towards ponies, or anything else. But the other is a different matter. A part of her doesn’t want to make your stay in Equestria any rougher than it’s been. She believes that you’ve dealt with enough.


Eris didn’t want to make it worse just because she’s selfish. Yes she talks big, but actually following through doesn’t seem like such a good idea anymore. For once, following the rules seems to have better rewards. But, she’s already broken them, and it’s time to confess. Eris may be a lot of things, but she’s yet to be a liar… today.


“Anon, I–” a series of sharp, rapid knocks stop her. It’s not because there’s a knock, there’s nothing off putting about those, it’s about where it’s coming from. All three of you turn your heads towards the hallway. The source of the noise is coming from the pitch black portion of it.


“There’s no door there,” you state, your voice full of worry. “That shouldn’t be happening.”


“What is this sorcery?!” Screwball cries while leaping over the side of the couch to hide.


“Celesetia told us we couldn’t use that path anymore. So who could be knocking?” Eris turns to you; Screwball looks up over the arm of the sofa. Your gaze shifts between them.


“What?”


“Are you gonna answer it?” Screwball asks.


“Why does it have to be me? Eris should get it.” You point to her.


“What?” She shakes her head, “Are you crazy? No! You do it.”


“No!”


“Yes!” The sisters say in unison while pushing you off the sofa, and towards the hallway. Their first reaction to something strange is to throw you under the bus. Typical of two siblings it seems. Though, as you get further down the hallway, your fear is quickly consumed by annoyance from being pushed.


“Alright, alright I’ll get the damn thing!” You shoo their limbs away. When you look to the door then back you find that both Eris and Screwball are watching from behind the couch. Only their eyes and manes are visible. “Thanks for having my back,” you mutter before turning to the abyss.


Your chest grows heavy and the blood runs cold in your veins as you approach. There’s no way that anything knocking from just beyond the darkness is anything normal. Only something that could defy the very laws of physics could be pulling this off, but what could possibly be doing that?


Your hands feel about, hoping to find a door of some kind. You scoff at the thought until your fingers trace along the hard brass of a doorknob. In fact, there’s hardwood separating you from your bed in Ponyville now. Celestia said she cut you off, she mentioned nothing about this.


When you open the door you’re greeted by a nearly blinding expanse of pure white. No objects, or sky, or anything else. Just the absence of color, it isn’t until you look down do you find your guest. The messy pink mane and wide smile give it away.


“P-Pinkie Pie?” she doesn’t bother answering. Instead, she takes in a lungful of air and bounces over you. You’re forced to duck in order to avoid her colliding with your skull. As you get to your feet you can hear notes of a piano playing in repetition. Is Pinkie going to sing or something?


“This is your singing telegram, I hope it finds you well!” she prances into the living room, grinning from ear to ear. Well what do you know, she is. She’s suddenly eye to eye with the sisters. “You're invited to a party 'cause we think you're really swell!” When she pokes Eris’ snout she suddenly disappears from sight, but you can still hear her singing. It echoes throughout the room.


“Gummy's turning one year old, so help us celebrate.” The sudden pop of a party popper goes off right behind Eris and Screwball, causing them to yelp and leap away. “The cake will be delicious, the festivities first-rate!” In a blur of pink, she closes the distance between you and her. She looks up to you, her eyes sparkling with joy. She moves from side to side with the piano.


“There will be games and dancing, bob for apples, cut-a-rug!” As soon as the words leave her mouth she leaps into the air, opens her mouth, and somehow manages to produce a kazoo from the back of her throat. The following noise scares you, and you hold out your arms on instinct in order to catch her. “And when the party's over, we'll gather 'round for a group hug.”


She wraps her hooves around your shoulders and nuzzles your cheek. Going with the motions, you hug her back. “No need to bring a gift being there will be enough.” She pulls away, and her eyes seemingly bore into yours with their cheer. ”Birthdays mean having fun with friends,” Pinkie pokes your nose and giggles, “not getting lots of stuff.”


The pink ball of fluff leaps from your arms and continues her song while bouncing to your sofa. “It won't be the same without you, so we hope that you say "yes.” So please, oh please, RSVP and come and be our guest!”


She ends her song by getting on top of your couch, standing on her hind hooves, and throwing up her front hooves in a celebratory pose. Streamers and balloons rise up from behind her, it isn’t until now do you notice Gummy hanging on for dear life on the end of her curly tail. He looks at you with those soulless eyes of his, causing a shiver to travel down your spine.


“P-Pinkie, I, what, but, how,” you can’t find the right words. How does one ask a pony how she managed to defy the laws of physics, manage to make balloons, streamers, and a kazoo appear out of nowhere?


“Tee hee, you look so silly Nonny! So, are you coming to Gummy’s party? You could totally RSVP right now since I’m right here. The party’s in a few hours!” You don’t return the smile. In all honesty, you didn’t need another bout of surprise or confusion today. Your stress addled mind can only take so much.


Pinkie’s reality defying stunt drove the final nail into the coffin. Changelings that want to capture you, your friends’ well-beings being at stake due to those insects, Earth having to deal with Discord, a lying draconequus that transformed a star, Screwball randomly coming back, and now this?


The lightheadedness you’re feeling intensifies, it’s becoming rather hard to stand. So, to stop yourself from falling over you make your way to the sofa. Thankfully, Pinkie notices and helps out by guiding you the rest of the way. As soon as your rump hits the cushion she takes a seat, her face marked with concern.


“Are you okay Nonny?” You manage to nod and answer.


“That was too much excitement. Give me a moment will ya?”


“D-did I do something wrong? Was it the streamers?” You shake your head, “What about the balloons?”


“It was a little bit of everything Pinkie. How did you even get here?” Pinkie puts a hoof to her chin in thought before a smile comes back. A shrug follows after.


“I dunno Non-Non. I just wanted to see you and I ended up at your door.”


“Is that it?”


“Uh-huh.”


“So, no odd unicorn magic to bring you to that place?”


“Nope!”


“What about the party stuff?” You ask while motioning to the discarded objects in the floor. Her giggling seems to resemble that of an excited school girl as she looks at the small mess she’s caused.


“I always have that with me.” In hopes of changing the subject she puts her front hooves on your thighs and her hope-filled eyes stare directly into yours.  “So are you coming to Gummy’s party?” A small huff escapes you and that smile of hers seems to droop ever so slowly.


“Didn’t the Princess tell you what happened? I can’t leave my house.” She adopts the same thinking posture as before, though while one eye is shut in concentration, the other is looking to your ceiling.


“Yeah, you’re right.” There’s a slight pause, then she snaps her hooves. She doesn’t have fingers! “I’m gonna go talk to Celestia! I’ll be right back Nonny-kins!” She’s quick to hope into your lap and place her lips against yours.


Though, what you thought would be an innocent and awkward kiss turned out to be something much more. She’s pressing her muzzle against you a bit hard, keeping you from parting. Her breath comes out in short bursts as her tongue dances along your closed lips, then prods them, almost begging for a way to get past.


Eris’ and Screwball’s jaws hit the floor at such a display. And as it continues, Eris’ body starts to shake. While she may be reflecting utter shock, what is going on inside her is a completely different story. The rage seems to surge from her like a wild fire, and the only one capable of knowing this is the pony sitting right beside her.


The surprisingly passionate kiss didn’t last long, but it left quite the impression on you. When she parts and leaps off of your lap you’re left panting. Your heart’s left beating like a drum in your chest, and your senses seem to have trouble registering what just transpired. Though, one thing catches your attention quite quick: Eris didn’t like that little display one bit.


When you glanced her way you swear there was fire and brimstone lying within her eyes. Her posture is rigid, like she was ready to tear into the little pony. Sharp, pearl white fangs along with lion claws and griffin talons made for a very deadly combination indeed.


Pinkie didn’t even acknowledge it. In fact, she seemed completely oblivious to the furious creature right behind her. Instead she waves goodbye and starts to worm her way under your couch. Eris let out a low growl and flies after the pink pony. As soon as Eris’ tail disappears under it both you and Screwball look to find that both have disappeared.


“Oh no, she’s mad.” Screwball giggles nervously as sweat pours down her face. Her mannerisms, along with Eris’ are a cause of concern, especially if the two of them are going to be in the main portion of Canterlot Castle. With your head having cleared you get to your feet. Though, being able to stand did little to dispel the nervousness welling in your chest, or your hair starting to stand on end.


“Sh-should we go after them?” Screwball rapidly shakes her head.


“Are you crazy?! We’re not doing anything. I’m going to wait and so are you. Last thing we need to do is get in on what’s going on. Let the Princesses handle it.”


“But what about the­—” She puts a hoof to your lips.


“Trust me Anon, it’s better to let Eris blow off some steam,” she lets her hoof drop. “Besides Pinkie will be fine, I think.” While you’re concerned for her sake, you know she’ll be fine.


“Pinkie’s not the one who’s in danger.” You mutter while staring at the crotch of your pants. A very prominent wet spot seems to cover the zipper and button area, offsetting the overall color. It seems like Pinkie wanted a bit more than she let on. Screwball’s voice catches your attention.


“Then who is?”


“Everyone in the castle…”


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“You’ve got a lot of nerve you horse.” She locks eyes with the party pony and snarls. It took Eris less than thirty seconds to corner Pinkie. Then again, Pinkie didn’t struggle to get away. There isn’t a hint of fear on her face, even with Eris’ muzzle is touching hers, and her fangs mere centimeters away she’s got a goofy grin.


“What do you mean?” Pinkie asks innocently, “and I’m not a horse. I’m a pony!”


“You know exactly what I mean!” Pinkie’s response is to whistle. Eris gasps when Pinkie’s hooves stretch her mouth into a comically wide grin. It’s like looking into the maw of a shark at this point.


“Oooh your teeth are sharp!” Eris’ eyes twist in fury before slapping her hooves away. Her lips act like rubber bands and slap her, then they return to their normal shape. “I wouldn’t wanna get caught by those thingies!” When Eris shakes away the stinging sensation she finds that Pinkie is no longer cornered.


Now they’re a few feet away from each other, both have their backs to a rather extensive hallway. Canterlot Castle always impressed with its sheer size, and its majesty isn’t lost, even with a goofy pony and a chaotic creature having a standoff. It’s now Pinkie realizes that Eris is mad about something. She tilts her head to the side, showing she’s confused.


“What’s wrong Eris? Did somepony get you a bad cake? You should have gone to Sugarcube Corner, we sell the best ca—” The Draconequus silences her by pinching her lips closed with her talons.


“You kissed Anon you little shit!” She hisses. When she’s sure Pinkie understands what was said, she releases her lips. Her first reaction is to gasp.


“Oooh, you said a bad word!” The sound of a mirror shattering can be heard while Eris’ left eye twitches. Her body begins to shake with rage while Pinkie backs away.

“Don’t change the subject! Didn’t Celestia tell you why I’m able to stay?” The party pony nods. “Then you know Anon’s my colt friend.” She nods yet again, and the playful smile drops from her face.

“Yes I know, and I also know Anon doesn’t have a choice. Because if he isn’t your special somepony you’re gonna do all the stuff Discord did.” Eris smirks and nods, “I think that’s really really really mean Eris.” The draconequus’ smile widens, showing off her fangs.

“Well, I don’t care what you think.” Is her response, “The only thing I do care about is you getting close to him. He’s mine, not yours. So you better back off.” Eris shuts her eyes, crosses her arms behind her head, and reclines in the air. She thinks she’s won, but that’s not the case. Her eyes snap open when she feels Pinkie sit on her stomach. The pony leans in and pokes her snout, her smile’s back.

“Silly filly Anon isn’t an object! He’s a human, you can’t own him. And he shouldn’t be with somepony who thinks they can.” Eris’ smile slowly starts to leave her face as Pinkie continues, “So, no I’m not gonna give up and back off. Besides, I think I might be a teensy bit better for Nonny than you.” She giggles. As soon as she finishes, any semblance of tranquility Eris seemed to have dissipates.


“Okay, no more Ms. Nice Girl!” she growls while reaching out to try and grab Pinkie. The pony is much too quick for her though. She leaps off her stomach and takes off down the hall, leaving Eris with empty claws. She takes off after her. “You won’t get away you little pest!”

When she rounds the corner, she finds Pinkie looking back at her. She blows raspberries and turns back to watch where she’s running. Eris shrieks out in anger before speeding up her pursuit. Though, this anger seems to be completely ignored by the pink pony.

While Eris flies overhead bent on hurting her, Pinkie’s running with a huge smile plastered on her face. The two manage to stay just a few feet away from each other. Neither of them gains nor closes the distance.

Once Pinkie makes it to the end of the hallway she takes a sharp left down the next one. Eris, whose going a little fast, is forced to grab hold of the wall near the end in order to swing her body around the corner.  She seems to slither through the air, her wings doing nothing more than just adding weight at this point.

Suddenly, Pinkie stops, opens one of the many doors along the hall, and runs inside. The door shuts just as Eris is getting to it, causing her to slam headfirst into the wood. She shakes off the stars surrounding her head and snarls. She opts to phase through the door rather than open it, in hopes of taking the party pony by surprise.

She scans the room, hoping to find any trace of pink, only to be disappointed by the lack of it. Eris managed to stumble upon one of the dozens of generic bedrooms placed throughout the castle. But, there’s no way Pinkie could have escaped without her noticing. When she slithers through the door she creeps upon the ground like a snake, trying to make as little noise as possible.

Under the bed and dresser she looks, trying to cut down on the improbable places she could be hiding. But when her search yields no results she decides to start opening drawers, checking in dressers, and of course under the covers and in the pillow cases.

But, Eris doesn’t find Pinkie anywhere, until she hears the faucets turn on water in the adjacent bathroom. An evil smile spreads across her lips as she sneaks over to the door. With her ear against the oak she can hear Pinkie singing while taking a shower.

“Heh, you’re so stupid,” Eris murmurs. With a quick spell she’s able to shrink herself down and slide through the crack under the door frame. As soon as she crosses the threshold she notices that the room is not only thick, heavy, and humid, but it’s in black and white. She rubs her eyes a few times to no avail. It’s almost as though something has completely sucked all of the color out of the room, even her own body is affected by it. From this point on, she treads carefully.

(Grr, when I get my claws on you, you’ll be sorry you even showed your face around me,) Eris’ thinks to herself as the moves through the room. And the best part of it is, I know exactly what I’m going to do to you too. (Just you wait Pinkie, you and Lyra are going to be the best of friends. All it’ll take is a little magic.)

Her twisted thoughts center around Pinkie, her coat grey in color, forced to bend to Eris’ every whim. No thoughts are her own anymore. Anything that made the party pony who or what she was, gone. She cackles to herself as she pictures Pinkie kneeling down, kissing her hooves, begging for forgiveness from her new master.

To her, the best part will be when she has the real Pinkie conscious for each and every happy moment you and Eris spend together. She’ll be forced to watch as your relationship blossoms. All the smiles the two of you will share, and it’ll be because of her, not Pinkie.

It doesn’t make it easier for Eris to traverse the bathroom considering the steam filling up the area, but her claws eventually manage to wrap around the curtain separating her from the pink pony just beyond it. It isn’t until she’s about to swipe it away does she hear music in the background start to build up.

“What’s with the ominous music?” she whispers before shaking her head, “Nah it’s nothing, I’m probably hearing things.” With a short chuckle she swipes open the curtains. “I told you that I’d find yo­—” She grits her teeth and folds her ears against her head when Pinkie starts to scream. The music has not only become deafening, but incredibly high pitched as well.

Pinkie is seen standing on her hind hooves in the tub; a shower cap covers her mane and tail from the steaming hot water flowing rapidly from the faucet head. As soon as the two make eye contact Pinkie covers her crotch with her hooves and starts screaming.

“For the love of Celestia, stop that!” Eris shouts, shutting her eyes tightly as she does so. Right when she loses sight of Pinkie her screaming stops. When Eris opens them again she finds a soaked tub, minus the pony that was standing in it a second before. Her ears flick with she hears the pitter patter of hooves, and the slamming of a door. (She tricked me!)

Eris takes off like a bullet after her, but when she moves through the door again she finds no trace of the party pony anywhere. She cranes her neck to look down both sides of the hallway to no avail.

“How does she move that fast?” she asks aloud. She continues to look from side to side while contemplating her next move. She never seems to notice the pink curly tail only a few inches above her. Pinkie’s currently balancing on the doorframe with her back against the wall. She eyes the one below her, waiting for the right moment to escape. But, what she feels is a better idea comes to mind.

Even with Eris helping him out, she still sees Anon as something far below her. Pinkie believes that she needs a little lesson in humility. If Eris thinks she’s going to get anywhere with you, she has to see you as an equal.

As Pinkie reaches into her mane, the sound of clutter rustling can be heard. Eventually, she produces what looks to be a black long sleeved shirt, a pair of night vision goggles, and a black ski mask. When she dresses up in her outfit, she quickly hides behind the curtains of a nearby window. She seems to have trouble stifling her giggles, and those do not go unnoticed by Eris.

“I can hear that, and I will find you.” She takes this time to look along the ceiling.

“Eris,” Pinkie calls. She cups her hooves around her muzzle to throw off her voice. Eris turns to look down the end of one of the hallways. “You’ve been a very bad girl.” Her taunting tone sounds as though it’s coming from the opposite end. The draconequus turns to what she thinks is the source to find nothing.

“Okay Pinkie, I get it, you can come out now.” Eris smirks, a small purple flame sparks to life in the palm of her gryphon hand. “Don’t worry. I only want to play a little game with you.”

“Oh, you mean like the ones you played with Anonymous? No thank you, I wanna play a different game.” Pinkie’s cheerful voice grates on Eris’ nerves, causing her to grind her teeth. “You know, you could have just tried to be his friend, but instead you forced him into something he didn’t want to do.” Eris chuckles while shaking her head.

“That’s not gonna work on me, Pinkie. Besides, he’ll come around.” Her smile drops slightly when the pink mare responds.

“I don’t know you might have to use your magic. No offense, but you’re not gonna get him with the way you are. Maybe if you tried being nicer,” Pinkie trails off.

Eris scoffs, “So fixing his eyes isn’t? Someone whose mean would have just left them the way they were.”

Pinkie’s quick to counter her statement. “Just because you do nice things doesn’t mean you’re a nice pony. Besides, you only did that since you like him. If you didn’t, I don’t think you would.”

“I don’t need to be a good anything to care about him.”

“Well you have a bad way of showing it. You’re the reason why he got hurt at all.”

“Hey I wanted to do something fun.”

“And he didn’t right?”

“Exactly, so I decided to persuade him.”

“By making him do something he said no to?”

“I apologized for what happened and made up for it. Pinkie, seriously I don’t know where you’re trying to go with this.”

“How did you make up for it Eris?”

“With magic of course!”

“There, there it is again! Don’t tell me you can’t see it.”

“See what? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes you do, you just said magic.” Eris shakes her head again.

“What does me saying that have to do with any of this?” Her ears twitch when she picks up the sound of Pinkie sighing. Instead of brushing this off though, it starts to fester. To her, it was like the party pony saw her as someone being too stupid to figure out a simple thing.

“You don’t know how to interact with anyone at all, especially Anon. All you do is use spells to try and make everything work. If there’s an argument or if someone doesn’t want to do something you’ll use that before anything. You never try to talk things out!” Eris seemingly dismisses her explanation.

“Why would I do that if I have something to make it easier on me?” Despite her smile and nonchalant attitude, what’s happening inside doesn’t reflect that. Slowly but surely her lips start their decent.

“Because that makes it look like you see everyone below you.”

“That’s because they are. And when I get bored, I find something else to play with.” Eris grits her teeth after she finishes her bitter line. A surprising silence falls between the two for a few moments as her words sink in.

“I’m not surprised you feel that way, not at all. I guess that means you’ll throw Anon away when you get bored with him too, like he’s an old toy.” This is the first time Eris can’t seem to answer back. The words she wants to say are caught in the back of her throat.

“B-But I—“ Is all she can manage before Pinkie picks up where she left off.

“You made him be your coltfriend, but you don’t really care about his feelings. You showed him that on Hearts and Hooves Day and yesterday. If you did, there’s no way you’d make him go through with that agreement.” The search for Pinkie continues, this time Eris flies down one of the ends in hopes of finding her. The pony she’s looking for follows close behind, she’s sure to keep out of sight.

“You’re selfish Eris, really really selfish. You think the world revolves around you; if I could do what you can, I’d think the same thing.” Eris shows no signs of holding back her annoyance now. Her talons and claws are balled up into shaking fists of rage. And, the longer Pinkie goes on, the more her happy, bubbly attitude starts to fade.

“I bet its nice having everything given to you on a silver platter huh? You don’t need to work for anything. Just a quick snap and that’s it right? It doesn’t matter what happens as long as you get what you want. I’m not surprised at how spoiled you are.”

“Shut your mouth!” Eris shouts while throwing the flame she’s kept in her talons. Since she has no real target, the fireball ends up hitting one of the many banners hanging on the wall. Her spell is quick to burn away the lavish fabric until only burnt pieces of cloth remains.

“And the worst part about it is that poor Anon gets to experience it all. He shouldn’t be around somepony like you. It’s not like you care about what happens to him, you’ve done a good job at making Anon’s life miserable so far. You made Anon an outcast in Manehattan.” Eris visibly flinches at Pinkie’s words.

“He’s not an outca—“ Pinkie interrupts her.

“Oh wait, your magic made everything better. That’d be horrible if those ponies were allowed to remember huh?”

“I did that so Anon wouldn’t have to worry about it!” She screams.

“That’s what you tell yourself at least. But, I think the real reason is because if you didn’t, things would get a little too complicated for you.”

“Shut up!” Eris fires off another fire spell, the flames expand. This time, the entire frame of a window is reduced to rubble when her spell makes contact. Pinkie nearly has a heart attack from the draconequus’ display. Had she have chosen her window, she’d have been toast. The air becomes thick as smoke rises from the damage done.

“You shoved yourself back into his life when he’s trying to adjust. You risked him getting hurt because you wanted to do something. You forced him to cater to your wants and needs, and then you shackled him into a one-sided relationship!”

“Anon could have said no!” Eris growls through clenched teeth.

“And then what would’ve happened?” Pinkie asks.

“You know the answer to that already. I told you before this whole thing started.” Pinkie scoffs at her reply.

“Silly me for thinking it’d be different. And ponies call me childish.” As Eris readies another spell, Pinkie makes mention of what Eris’ anger has done, “That reminds me, I wonder what Celestia is going to think when she sees that you messed up her hallway.” The magic almost instantly dissipates, and Eris’ eyes widen at the mess she’s made.

She tries to play it off anyway, “Oh well, I’ll just use a spell and it’ll be good as new.” She manages to keep a straight face, but inside she’s trying her hardest to keep from outwardly panicking. When her talons begin to glow Pinkie starts backing up.

“If that’s how you always act when you get angry, I hope Anon never makes you mad. But I guess its okay since you can fix him like that window right? Go ahead.” When Eris’s magic takes hold of the bits of it, and when it starts to reform both notice at how it’s nothing like how it was. The frame is lopsided and the broken glass juts out from random places.

“Unless you can’t, it makes sense. You probably don’t know how it was before you blew it up do you? I bet Discord had to come behind you and clean up whatever it was you broke.” Pinkie smiles from her realization, and the anxious Eris starts to shiver.

“I believe it since he’s been using his magic way longer than you have.” The Draconequus visibly flinches yet again from her words, “I wonder, does that mean the only reason you were able to fix Anon’s eyes was because you know how they work?” As much as Eris’ pride won’t let her admit it, Pinkie is right. Whenever she wasn’t messing around, or trying to look up perverse videos, she’d be looking through books. She’d been planning this visit to Equestria for a while, and she wanted to be able to help you in case anything went wrong.

The words coming from Pinkie are leaving their mark upon her. The more she speaks the more Eris’ pride as what she is begins to be affected. Whether it’s intentional or not, Eris no longer feels anger towards the party pony. In fact, shocked would be a better way to describe what she’s experiencing now.

For too long Eris underestimated her, thinking Pinkie was nothing. Just an annoyance that could be tolerated, but she was wrong, dead wrong. She had more than that happy, bubbly part of her personality that much was certain. When it came to those she cared about, she dropped that giddy attitude and got serious…

“Discord probably had you memorize a human anatomy book on Earth. If you knew anything about carpentry you could probably make that window as good as new. Though, there is something I know you’re great at without having to study: mind control.”

Eris shows her frustration through growling, “And where are you going with that? What else can you possibly have to say?”

“I bet you’ll do that to Anon.” Pinkie barely has the words out when Eris shouts out her response.

“I’d never use that magic on him, ever!”

“Never? Not once? Well, I bet the thought has crossed your mind once or twice. We know that Anon doesn’t lie down and accept whatever life throws at him. Even though he’s forced into this with you, that doesn’t mean he’s going to do everything you say. He has his own voice, opinions, and thoughts.”

“I understand that Pinkie.”

“And I’m guessing his opinion of you, and the situation he’s in is pretty poor, but he’s stuck with you anyway. Anon is going along with it because he doesn’t want to see anypony get hurt because of your selfishness. If you really cared about him or making friends you wouldn’t have done this in the first place.”

Eris whimpers and her ears press against the sides of her head, trying to block out the pony’s words.

“I wonder how long it’s going to be before you get tired of him being miserable and make him be happy. And even if you don’t mess with his head I’m sure you’ll mess with ours. I know that’s what you’re going to do as soon as you catch me. You don’t like what I did, so I bet you’ll make me not like Anon the way I do won’t you?”

“When I’m out of the way, I bet you’ll do the same thing to his friends until all that’s left is you and you alone.” Eris slowly makes her way over to one of the walls, as soon as she puts her back to it, she slides down until she’s sitting, using the wall as her support. The weight of Pinkie’s speech lies heavy on her mind.

“But, I’m not scared of you, Eris. I’m going to stick around no matter what. And even if Anon decides not to be with me I’ll make sure he’s safe from you, because he’s still my friend. As long as I’m close by you won’t be able to do something horrible to him.”

“I can’t believe you think I’d do anything like that, to him or anypony else. I’m serious about wanting to change.” Her once confident voice has lost most of its volume, and even she doesn’t seem to believe the words coming out of her own mouth.

“Do you think that makes any of us feel better? Everyone thinks that’s a lie. It wouldn’t be the first time. We know about what you did in Manehattan and all those mean things you did with your dad and sister.”

Eris’ head hangs low. With a few words and phrases, Pinkie was not only able to figure out how Eris’ power worked, but she managed to figure out what she’d plan if things did end up going south. If you reacted negatively, she was planning on making sure you wouldn’t tell a soul about it.

When those three days of your captivity were up, you would have gone through what she has already done to Lyra. Eris would do anything to make sure you didn’t see her as a monster, even if that meant getting rid of your will. It’s in that moment a realization comes to her mind.

Pinkie is right, absolutely right. Eris really is a monster. In her eyes what she does is something common. She believed herself to be on top, so nothing else mattered. But, maybe that isn’t the right way to see things.

These ponies have done nothing to her, and yet she wouldn’t hesitate to put them in precarious situations just to get a cheap laugh. That’s when she recalls the moments in Manehattan, and the off-handed lie she told you.

To say she did the same thing her father did would be fairly accurate. But, Eris was quite different from her father in how she went about causing chaos. Those ponies in that city were hurt more often than not...

The hospitals were always full of new unfortunate victims that just so happened to get trampled, or crushed under something. The only reason why the hospitals themselves remained intact was so that when their patients were released, they’d get to experience Eris’ twisted version of fun.

All of her machinations were child’s play to make. Even grabbing Pinkie and bend her will to Eris’ would be the same if she could catch her. After that, systematically converting the others would be a piece of cake.

But, there’s no guarantee that even after all of that, Anon would stay with her. She would slip up eventually, it’s in her nature to be so cocky that she’d let loose information better left a secret. Then, she’d have to do to Anon what she’d do to his friends.

And then, the things that attracted her to you in the first place would be gone. That’s when the panic starts to set in for the draconequus. You being twisted and corrupted into a shell of your former self would be the least of her worries. With all those ponies being made into slaves, it wouldn’t go unnoticed.

Even if she just converted Pinkie, there’s no telling if Eris could keep Pinkie’s personality exactly the same. It’d be lucky for her if Lyra’s personality remained the same. Twilight and her other friends would find out something’s wrong sooner rather than later. When they do, they know exactly who to confront.

“Stop,” Eris says softly.

“I don’t believe a word you say, and neither does he, and everypony, including Anon, will remember you as the monster you are.” As soon as Pinkie’s words leave her maw, Eris fully realizes the severity of the actions she plans on taking.

When it comes to something like taking over Equestria, she can’t have you too. You’ve chosen Equestria over her already a month ago, what would stop you from doing the same again? Even if Eris managed to keep things under wraps until the most opportune moment, you wouldn’t choose her.

Making you into a slave isn’t an option. If she did, then she’d definitely grow bored of you. But, there’s no way she’d be able to keep her plans a secret from you for too long. Celestia would find out either through you or one of your friends, and then everything would come crashing down.

When Celestia came to pay the two of you a visit, it made Eris’ realize she wouldn’t stand a chance against her. Discord was the one who stole their magic and put them on the moon, not Eris. Even when the two were in a weakened state she had doubts about winning against either of them. So, she couldn’t properly gauge just how much power they had.

With the sun princess being back in peak condition, Eris was able to really feel the latent energies at her disposal. Eris was bluffing when she said she’d cause as much chaos as possible before being stopped. If Celestia really wanted to, she could beat Eris in an instant.

The draconequus knew that all too well, and she was sure Celestia did too. If anything she could possibly take on Luna in a fair fight, but there’s no way she’d stop the one who moved the sun or both sisters together. Nothing is in her favor if she went through with her plans. Unless…

If she were to be around either princess while they were weak, she could probably get to Celestia or Luna and make a slave of them. With one or both in her claws she could take over the country, taking over the world could even happen.

But that’d take a large amount of planning, and with only the changelings causing a ruckus every so often in random places, she had nothing to go with. Unless they did something drastic like attacking Canterlot, Eris would have to abandon her plans, at least for now. That leaves her with the forced relationship she’s in with you.

She already knows Pinkie is right when it comes to the draconequus, but, she also knows that the party pony can be quiet gullible. Sure she’s saying all these hurtful, yet true things, but if Eris made it seem like she was looking to change and make up for what she’s done, maybe Pinkie would drop her guard and give Eris a chance.

She might even help her out if Eris sounds really convincing. Besides, she could really use a few lessons in friendship, even if it’s from a source that’s infuriating and bubblegum pink in color. While admitting that she has weaknesses infuriates her to no end, she really doesn’t know a single thing when it comes to seeing something as an equal. Seeing something as a friend seems even more farfetched.

On the plus side, if Pinkie does help her, maybe she can convince her friends too. That leads to convincing more ponies, and eventually she’ll gain the trust of average ponies everywhere. Maybe even Celestia will trust her after a while. Eris would be smiling right now if she could. But, she’s gotta make Pinkie think her words hit her right at home.

With the punishment of being turned to stone again, the feeling of helplessness and psychosis inducing imprisonment rearing its ugly head, tears start to form in Eris’ eyes. The bawling doesn’t start yet, but the crocodile tears are quite clear. Pinkie’s eyes widen when she sees Eris wipe her eyes.

The party pony quickly picks up on Eris’ change in posture and overall mood. Admittedly, this catches her off guard. She has no idea how to react to something like this, she’s never made anyone cry in her life. Seeing someone hurt over something she’s done, even if it is a villain, doesn’t sit well with Pinkie.

Her ears flatten and her once happy attitude disappears. Judging by her posture and off to the side look, she feels guilty for what she’s done. Things only get worse when Eris starts to speak.

“You’re *hic* right Pinkie,” Eris manages, “I really am a monster!” As she continues to act, real tears start to form in Pinkie’s eyes. It’s tugging on her heart strings seeing Eris like this. “I’m trying to get better I really am, but I only make things worse.”

“Eris,” Pinkie stars, she’s immediately cut off by a rather loud sob escaping her.

“I did something so s-selfish to Anon and I bet he h-hates me too, just like all of you, I’ve done so many horrible things and I want to make up for it.” She curls up into a ball, “But it’s w-way too late, I can’t even make Anon happy, how am I s-supposed to get anypony else to like m-me?”

“I’ve never h-had a friend before. I don’t know what to do! I-I don’t w-want to get turned into stone again!” It’s here Eris can no longer get a word out without being forced to choke down her sobs.

Pinkie’s lower lip starts to quiver at the pathetic sight in front of her. The tears now flow from her eyes, same as Eris. With a low sigh, she steps out from behind her hiding spot.

“Eris,” Pinkie says softly while approaching Eris, “I’m sorry, please don’t cry.” She gets no response from her. Instead, it’s as if she gets louder. Though, when she’s no more than a few feet away, the draconequus’ sobbing finally seems to lower in volume.

“W-what,” she wipes her eyes, giving Pinkie her full attention.

“I didn’t know you were serious.” She takes a seat in front of her.

Eris nods, “I am, I don’t want everyone to lump me together with my dad. I want to make things right, but I’ve never tried to do something like that before,” she sniffles before adding, “if only I had someone who could help me. But, who would waste their time? You and your friends would be better off turning me into stone.” Eris turns her attention to the floor.

“But that’s not true!” Pinkie shouts, startling Eris. “Doing that won’t solve anything.” Using her hoof, she lifts Eris’ chin up so she can look into her eyes. “And if you really want to change, I’ll help you.”

“You will?” Eris asks, she shows a hopeful smile that Pinkie returns.

“I’ll make you into the friendliest draconequus in Equestria, it’s a Pinkie Promise. Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!” When Pinkie finishes her little ritual, she stands upon her hind hooves and brings Eris into a hug.

“Thank you,” Eris sighs, trying to hold back another wave of tears, “thank you so much for giving me a chance.” She wraps her claws around the pony in an embrace. The two hold each other for a few moments, and while Pinkie is beaming with joy.

Heh, what a sucker…

“Now we just need to talk to Princess Celestia!”

(Fuck my life…)

"And we gotta talk about this deal you have with Anon."

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