More Than Friends-Chapter 1-(Enter the Anonymity)

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>”You ready, Mister Sparkle?”
>”Don’t call me that, Annie.”
>”Well, fuck you too.”
>”Are we best friends?”
>”The best.”

>”Now, remember the plan- do your ‘Shining Armor’ thing.”
>”I’m not sure, Anon, what if-“
>”Fuck the ‘if’s and fuck her too.”
>”Remember, I’m the best fucking wingman you can get.”
>You wink.
>Time to get this done.
>You fix your tie, your hair, and your sleeves.
>Looking like a true gentleman, you take a deep breath and…
>Kick the fucking door open.
>Armor shuffles nervously behind you.
>”WHAT’S UP, PARTY PEOPLE?” You shout to the surprised party guests.
>Perhaps, doing the ‘Good cop, Bad cop’ pick up trick won’t work in a posh Canterlot dinner party.
>Only a certain white princess laughs on the far end.
>You turn to your sorry friend, giving him a nod.
>He winces, before jumping out in front of you.
>”I-I’m sorry every p0ny! Just my friend, out of control a little bit.”
>Armor steps in front of you, trying to calm the crowd.
>”What’s wrong, Shining? Afraid to PAR-TAY?”
>”Anon, please.”
>”Fine,” you give a fake defeated stance. “You win.”
>The crowds of nobles whisper something to each other.
>You sink into the crowd with Shining.
>”Okay, we got the first square checked.” You whisper to him.
>”Are you sure we’re doing this?” Oh Shining, too nice for your own good.
>You give him a grim stare.
>”Yes.” You mutter.

>Knowing he can’t persuade you, he follows you to the drink stand.
>You pick out a glass of champagne, holding it like a sir.
>Damn, you felt impressive.
>You lean onto your friend.
>”So, find any mare that your eye fancies?”
>Shining Armor rubs his chin, and finally points at a pony in the far back.
>Your mind processes the pony in question.
>Unicorn
>Pink mane.
>Slender legs.
>Tall and thin physique.
>”*that* one?” You lower Armor’s hoof.
>Pointing is rude, ya’know.
>”Know who that is?”
>”Do I?”
>”Do you?”
>”Uhm.”
>Armor gives you a disdaining look.
>”It’s Fleur De Lis.”
>Armor whistles in surprise.
>”Fancy.”
>”Okay, as far as I know, she’s a model.”
>Armor nods.
>”And she doesn’t talk much.”
>Another nod.
>”Unless you make her- man, isn’t she loud.”
>Nod.
>”Also,” You lean in. “She’s a screamer.”
>That elicits some stares from the pony-folk.
>Noticing this, you raise your hands in defiance.
>Yeah, what’chu gonna do about it, bitch?
>They eventually ignore you.
>”Sheesh, some pony folk, eh?”
>You nudge your friend.
>He doesn’t budge.
>You turn to him, seeing that he is blushing. Hard.
>Oh, that little fucker.
>You love this guy.
>No homo.
>You give him a harder push.
>”Well, you up for it?”
>”Uhm, Anon I don’t think-“
>”Yes, you don’t, now, go do it.”
>”I don’t know, Anon…”
>”Come on man. I’ll even help you this time.”
>You proudly put your hand on your waist.
>They grow up so fast.
>”Anywho, you have no choice.”
>”Really, what makes you say t-“
>You pick up the stallion, and trot over to the mare.
>You easily make your way there, since every p0ny tries to avoid you.
>Except for some stallions you knew.
>And some mares.
>Okay, little mares.
>As in an amount, not age.
>Jesus, fuck Christ, what is wrong with you.
>You see your target right there, alone.
>Probably sipping on some of those nasty drinks.
>You walk right over, pull a seat across her, and drop your little friend.
>He does not object.
>Fleur- or Flour, as you called her, seems surprised, but eases as she sees you.
>”Anon, is that you?” She asks.
>”Well, could there be another god-loved good looking human in Canterlot?”
>”Possibly.”

>The two of you share a laugh.
>You met the mare in- *her* tea parties.
>You don’t even know why you were dragged into it.
>Fucking ponies.
>”So, Flour, this is Shiny. Shiny Armor.”
>She extends a hoof, and Shiny just stares at it.
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>You give a look of disapproval, and whisper into Flour’s ear-
>”He likes you, go easy on him.”
>She gasps lightly, before looking at the stallion in front of her.
>Now you need spaghetti and it is complete.
>”Well.” You clasp your and hand rise up.
>”Some pony’s calling me and-“
>You lean in to Flour’s ears again.
>”He likes to listen. Trust me.”
>She pouts at you, before you slowly back away.
>As you leave, Armor is pelted with her words.
>Celestia save that little fucker.
>You start moving about aimlessly, before you’re pulled aside by a certain pony.
>”Anon!” She calls to you, before giving you a warm hug.
>You return the hug, feeling her wings.
>You lean closer and whisper-
>”You want to get out of here?” You ask.
>She studies you, before letting go.
>”Yeah.” She replies just as quickly.

>As the two of you teleport away, Shining returns his gaze back to the unicorn in front of him.
>Best wingman, my ass.
>He continues to sweat furiously, still unsure what to do.
>”Celestia dammit, Anon.” He says, under his breath.

>You are now in the west wing, on one of the guard towers.
>It was your normal post, and you loved the sight.
>”So, this place again?” She asks.
>”Well, I have to have a spot.”
>”It could be *our* spot, you know.”
>You sigh and turn around, resting your back and elbows on the unusually tall balcony wall.
>You raise a brow and give her your trademark smirk.
>Ah, you had a thing for special women.
>That’s because she’s the only one, jackass.
>Shut up, conscience.
>You take a deeper breath, as the winds get stronger.
>Cadance.

>You are woken by a light jab on your head.
>”Five more minutes.” You wave off the anomaly.
>”There will be no five minutes, young man.”
>”Fine, Mister Sparkle.” You groan, as you jump down from your two story bed.
>”You too, Shining.” The unicorn jabs another poor soul.
>Another unicorn groans, just as you did, and jumps out.
>He has a white coat, and wavy blue mane.
>”Now, this is you first day in Magic school, and I need you to-“
>The two boys are already gone.
>”Why do I even bother.” He mutters to himself.

>You are ten, and you are the oldest EVAR.
>With your best friend, Shining Armor.
>You still wonder why Mistur Spahkle named him that way.
>Must be a pony thing.
>Fudging ponies.

>You can count to books, and do some light magic.
>Or was it counting to light?
>Not sure.
>299,890.

>Breakfast was normal.
>You only got the OJ over the bowl.
>Baby sister Twilight seemed to enjoy it.
>She’s like few months old.
>You’re already Missus Sparkle’s height.
>”Have a great day at school, kids!” Misses Sparkle waves to two of you out, placing a bag on each of you.
>You tug on your orange shirt, and take a deep breath.
>New day.
>New adventures.
>”Shine, ready for some more-“
>”ADVENTURE?” The two of you shout in unison.
>And then, the bus carriage passes the two of you.
>”Oh man, we’re late for the bus- on the FIRST day!”
>You take a hero stance.
>”No worry, Shine, this means more-“
>”ADVENTURE!” The two of you shout again.

>The two of you ended up coming late to the school.
>By two hours.
>But who could have caught up?
>It was a FLYING, MAGIC bus.
>Not even your hooman magic could solve that problem.

>You sit down on the chair and hum.
>Shine shuffles in his seat, already sweating.
>You are in front of the Headmaster’s office.
>You’re all ice, and Shine gets the shivers.
>Mistur Sphakles says they found you holding onto a doughnut when they found you.
>That’s silly, you don’t even like doughnuts.
>You like DONUTS.
>It’s like a soft nut with a hole in the middle.
>Fudging ponies.

>Your sight glances about in the hallway, devoid of all life.
>Then your sight is blocked by a large pony.
>You think it’s a Pegasus, it has wings.
>But it also has a horn, Unicorn?
>Pegacorn?
>Unisus?
>Fudging ponies, you tell yourself.

>You leave your seat and immediately trot over.
>”Anon, no!” Shine calls out.
>He’s just a wussy.
>”Excuse me miss,” You say, pulling her ever flowing mane that was colored like a painting.
>She looks to you, curious.
>”Are you a Pegacorn or an Unisus?” You ask, looking up to her.
>She looks to your question and ‘D’awww’s.
>You don’t like being babiefied.
>”Wook, Miss- I don’t like bewing a baby to you, okay?” You point your finger at her.
>She lets out a kind laugh.
>”I’m sorry, Anon, I promise to not treat you like a baby.”
>”How did you know my name?” You ask.
>”Well, it’s simple actually, I’ve known you since you were an itsy bitsy wittle baby.” She coos.
>Oh, she really done it now.
>”I said no baby tweatment!” You cross your arm, and pout.
>She laughs again, and apologizes.
>She says something about a new friend or something, but you don’t like adult talk.
>Its boring.

>Shine comes up behind you and pull you back, still sweating.
>”Anon! That’s the princess!”
>You glance over to the white Pegacorn, who is still rambling on.
>You shrug.
>”So?”
>Shiny almost faints at this.
>You free yourself from the grasps of the worry wart and walk over to the Princess.
>You’re not done with her.
>Shiny keeps calling out to you, to which you respond with a sharp stare.
>”No, Anon, Not that behind yo-“
>You crash onto a unicorn.
>The two of you fall to the ground.
>”Hey! Why don’t you watch where you’re going!” You snap.
>She falls with an ‘Ow!’
>Oh boy, *girls*.
>”I see you met my niece, Cadance.” The big tall princess says.
>She’s so funny sometimes.
>”Say hello, Cadance.” Celestia motions the unicorn.
>Wait a minute- SHE HAS WINGS TOO
>ANOTHER PEGACORN

>This can’t get better.

>The pegacorn has a pink coat, and wavy pink, purple, and yellow mane, tied to a pony tail.
>She looks over, still shocked by the crash.
>”Uhm, hi, new pegacorn.” You say, extending your hand.
>She just waves at you, silently.
>Well, someone’s boring.
>You grunt at her, still hands extended.
>”Well, it ain’t gonna shake itself.” You say, point at it.
>She says something you can’t hear.
>She slowly extends her hoof over to you.
>Slowly.
>Slwoly.
>SCHLAOWLY.
>Fudging Ponies.

>You just sigh and push your hand over, grabbing her soft hoof.
>She jumps in surprise.
>You forcibly shake the hoof, and let go.
>Celestia is barely holding back laughter and her D’awwww’s
>You swear, if she does that-

>”Why don’t you kids run along now? How about some Adventure?”
>Shiny and you perk up at the word.
>You glance at each other.
>”Adventure?”
>Adventure.”
>”ADVENTURE!”
>The two of you shout, running off.
>You don’t forget to drag this boring pegacorn with you; she needs to be less- boringfied.
>And some cootie removal.

>She just screams at your tug, flailing helplessly, and forced to go with you.
>”HiI’mAnonandit’sgreattoknowyouyournameiscandacerightthat’safunnynameIhaveafunnynamesoyoulikeorange?” You spew out questions and introductions, teaming up with Shiny.
>Adventure time is best time.
>Celestia looks at the trio.
>These three will wreck havoc, she knows it.
>And by golly, she will enjoy every moment.

>And she should keep her eyes on this ‘Anon’…