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- GRIMDERP CONTENT WARNING
- READ AT OWN PERIL
- >Be “The Times of Anon Sparkle Ch4: Mistake” in Equestria
- >Be Anon Sparkle, son of Twilight Sparkle, and currently living with his Grandparents in Canterlot
- >Also be several weeks after that party
- >Mom recently got a job at some sort of gem office
- >Gems come in, are inspected, and then magic!
- >Or something, you aren’t too sure what the business does
- >All you really know is that it stresses her out
- >…Like everything else seems to do-
- >*SLAP*
- >You stop yourself from thinking like that and move on to something else
- >Hoity came back once after that night
- >He didn’t talk to you, only mom, as you were hiding in your room
- >There were a few minutes of mumbling that you couldn’t make out, and then he was gone
- >Twilight only said that he wasn’t going to be bothering us again
- >And so the past few weeks feel into a routine
- >Wake up, make breakfast for everp0ny, go to school
- >Keep your head down, don’t draw attention to yourself, go back home
- >Read, clean, and do what mom says that night
- >Go to sleep, wake up, and repeat
- >One particular day you woke up and vomited before you could make breakfast
- >”…Fever…Burning up…Dehydration…”
- >You stayed home from school that day
- >Grandma also called in sick to her job so that somep0ny can watch you
- >But throughout the day she seemed slightly angry
- >”No Anon, stay in bed, I can clean by myself”
- >”Anonymous! I told you to stay near a bucket!”
- >”Don’t go into Grandpa’s room! He has important work in there”
- >You really didn’t want to make Grandma mad, so you tried to stay out of the way as much as possible
- >But around lunch time you were starving
- >And with that you were in the kitchen making something to eat
- >You didn’t want to bother Grandma, and this was just a simple lunch
- >Bread, peanut butter, lettuce, bananas, tomato-
- >*Hurk*
- >Horseapples, Bathroom! Now!
- >But it was a bit too late as you started heaving on the kitchen floor
- >Your plate of food clattered as well, leaving a shattered mess of broken ceramic and various foods, coated with acidic body fluids
- >As you emptied yourself you realize that you just made a HUGE mess in the kitchen
- >And Grandma is going to get angry, which means mom is going to get angry, which means-
- >You stop yourself and frantically grab a bunch of towels to try and clean it up
- >But it only makes it worse as the towels only spread the nasty around
- >”What was that noise. Anon!”
- >Oh Horseapples
- “I-I tried making lunch so I wouldn’t bother you but then I got s-sick and and and”
- >She gives a heavy sigh and pats you on the head
- >”Just, go back to bed, I’ll take care of this”
- >Uh-Oh
- >You just made Grandma mad…
- >Your standing behind her as you watch her start to magic away the mess
- >Ideas start running through your head
- >She’s mad… Twilight will get mad…
- >Anger, Punishment, Abandonment
- >More Pain
- >But that would all stop if she weren’t angry
- >You take a few steps to get next to her
- >When mom gets angry you just comfort her
- >”Anon? What’s wrong?”
- >You lean into her and start to nuzzle her
- >But when mom gets angry she punishes you for being bad
- >With a yelp from the mare you press on
- >But if you don’t disappoint mom then she won’t get angry
- >The sounds of kissing and licking fill the room
- >You don’t want to mess up again and lose another home
- >A low angry moan vibrated in your ears
- >Slight resistance, then you felt her heartbeat through yourself
- >It’s okay, you can do this. Just do what mom always told you to do
- >Warm wetness lit your nerves on fire
- >Just do what you do to mom and don’t mess up. You can make her not angry
- >Hips thrust, tongues coiled, hooves intertwined
- >Just like before. Don’t mess up
- >Moans, fluids, movement
- >Don’t mess up. Don’t mess up
- >It was now later that night
- >You spent the rest of the day in your room
- >Grandma didn’t yell, she didn’t speak, she didn’t even look at you
- “…I think I messed up…”
- >Eventually Twilight got home, and Grandma talked to her
- >You don’t know what they said
- >All you know is that mom opened your door and said
- >”Come on, we’re going for a walk”
- >It was a long and silent walk
- >You went far beyond your house, to parts of Canterlot you have never seen before
- >There was no way you could find your way back from this far away
- >All the while she never spoke
- >Never looked at you
- >Never did anything other than walking forward
- >It eventually got late enough that you two were the only ponies outside
- >Then the two of you stopped at a bridge that spanned a gap in the mountain city
- >She went to the rail and sat down, staring at you
- >”…why…”
- “Wh-what?”
- >”I give you a home. I share my family with you. I feed and clothe you. I do EVERYTHING for you, and yet you… you…”
- >”*Sigh* Anon…”
- “Mom! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m-“
- >She grabs you and holds you to the guard rail
- >”WHY? Why can’t you do ANYTHING right!?”
- >Her hooves are pressing against your chest, threatening to push you over
- >”I tell you to be quiet, and you yell. I tell you to clean up, and you make a mess. I tell you to behave, and you do stuff like this”
- >”WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?!”
- “I- I-“
- >”ARE YOU PURPOSLY TRYING TO RUIN ME!? WHY?”
- >Her face contorts with rage as yours fills with fear
- >Then she lifts you up over the rails with her magic
- >”WHY!? I should have just done this a long time ago…”
- >The chasm under the bridge stretches under you
- >You whimper
- >”Just… just…”
- >Rage is replaced with sadness
- >”…I can’t…”
- >You are pulled back onto the bridge into her embrace
- >Tears start to run down your face
- “I’msorryi’msorryi’msorryi’msorry”
- >”No matter how bad you are… No. It doesn’t matter. I still love you…”
- >The embrace lasts for a few more moments as you stain her coat with your crying
- >”Anon… look at me…”
- >The crying is reduced to a whimpering as your eyes meet
- >”I… You can’t come back home… Not after what you did”
- >”Just… just leave...”
- >She forcibly pushes you away into the street
- >”Leave… and never bother me again…”
- >With that she walks away
- >Leaving you sprawled out in the cold street
- >Weeks pass
- >You never thought too much about it, but now it makes sense
- >It gets REALLY cold in a city that’s built in the side of a mountain
- >You spent the days roaming, battling the cold, and trying to fill your stomach
- >You knew not to beg
- >Begging made p0nies pay attention to you
- >And nothing good came from attention
- >Food was your biggest problem
- >There once was a pony that gave you some apples for running errands
- >But you haven’t seen him for a while
- >Otherwise you had less than desirable options for food
- >Trash bins were pretty good if you got to them before everyp0ny woke up
- >Also shopkeepers who didn’t keep too good of an eye on their stalls helped you eat
- >And sometimes you met a particular pony that had some bits and liked the way you-
- >You cleared your head of the memories that you have accumulated during your time alone
- >”Well, what about the orphanage?” A particular pony asked
- “I heard bad things happen in it…”
- >Straps, beatings, threats, yelling
- >So you avoided it like the plague
- >Everyday was a struggle
- >Scrapes and bruises, cold and weather
- >But you still struggled on
- >First to find food
- >Then to avoid attention
- >Either from the guards, merchants, or other foals
- >Those were the worse
- >They followed you and talked to you and picked on you
- >Sometimes they got really mean and hit you
- >But at the end of every day you still had a single problem that needed to be solved
- >Finding a warm nook or cranny that you could spend the night in without being harassed
- >Sometimes it is just a small box in an alley
- >Others it was under a particularly dense bush in a park
- >Once you managed to sneak into a pony’s warm workshop thing
- >Only to be chased out after an hour of sleep
- >Sleeping in the same place twice meant p0nies were able to find and hurt you easier
- >The first nights were the roughest
- >But you became stronger and were able to survive
- >You know this because you stopped crying after the first week
- >…
- >Or that you just started to run out of energy
- >One particularly windy day you were in the park
- >A collection of bushes and a statue provided good shelter at times like this
- >But you couldn’t stay too long
- >Otherwise ponies would be asking why a young colt is sitting alone in a park
- >Nonetheless you still figure you have around an hour or two before you have to move
- >And it is getting a lot colder these days, so spots like these are hard to come by
- >You mentally prepare a plan for the upcoming day
- >Swing by the bakers, loot their trash
- >Hang by that one clothing shop, you think you can snag-
- >*Blink*
- >Wait… is that…
- >*Blink*
- >…No way…
- “…mom?...”
- >Your heart fluttered
- >There she was
- >Twilight Sparkle, the purple coated, star-marked, pink and purple maned mare
- >Walking in the park
- >Her face was stoic and emotionless
- >Memories flooded your mind
- >Memories of her love, of her caring for you
- >Times when you messed up, when you made her angry
- >The past few weeks of struggle and hunger
- >Tears started to form as you left your little spot and sprinted towards her
- “MOM!”
- >Colliding with her, you wrapped your legs around her neck and cried into it
- “I’m sorry! Please! Take me back home! I’ll do anything! Please!”
- >Her face was one of shock
- >”What?! Umm…”
- “Please! Take me back home!”
- >Your face was wet as you sobbed into her
- >”Seriously, I don’t know-“
- “Please! I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”
- >You began to grovel at her feet
- >”Hey! Foal! What are you doing?”
- “I’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorryI’msorry”
- >”No, seriously, cut it out”
- “I’msorryI’msorry”
- >She looks around nervously before pulling you in and whispering
- >”Just, calm down. I’ll take you home, alright?”
- >Your heart leapt
- “Yes! Yes. Thank you, thank you. I promise I won’t make any more mistakes. I won’t mess up. I’ll be good. Please!”
- >She shushes you and takes you away from the park
- >After a few minutes you arrive at what she calls her house
- “Mom… this isn’t Grandma’s house…”
- >”Er, yea… I moved out…”
- >It was a small decaying apartment. There were windows missing, holes in the walls, and broken furniture inside
- >The entire building was like that with cracked paint and half-collapsed stairs
- >You found it hard to believe that anyone lived here
- “You live here now?”
- >”Yes… yes I do…”
- >She brought you to a less-ruined room with a mattress in it
- >”Now… son…”
- >Her voice paused as if it were a question
- >”Umm… you did say you would do anything…”
- “Yes! Please, just don’t leave me again”
- >Her eyes focused on yours
- >Their violet hues washing over you
- >As she leaned in and started rubbing your cheek with hers
- >”If you really don’t want me to leave, show me how much you love me”
- >This was a familiar dance for you
- >You lean back and kiss her, taking her tongue in your mouth
- >Caressing your teeth, and drawing a moan from you
- >After a moment she pulled away, leaving a thin trail of saliva
- >But… something was… different…
- >A quick shove and you were on the mattress
- >”Show me how much you care”
- >Her hips positioned themselves over your hardening member
- >And then she dropped them, impaling herself on you
- >Each thrust of her hips sent you deeper into her folds
- >Every twitch, moan, and contraction fueled the pleasure you were experiencing
- “M… Mom…”
- >”Shhhh” She put a hoof against your mouth as she continued to rock back and forth
- >”Just give it to me…”
- >You could feel the pressure build in your groin
- >But all she did was buck her hips wildly and lean down to kiss you
- >It was too much
- >Moaning in her mouth and releasing inside of her
- >It felt… exhilarating? No… it felt exhausting…
- >She collapsed on top of you and wrapped her hooves around your neck
- >”There we go…. there we go…”
- >As a sudden fatigue washes over you
- >And you fall asleep in her embrace
- >A loud slamming noise from outside wakes you up
- >It is the dead of night, and no lights were present in the ruined apartment
- >You were still on the mattress, being held by Twilight
- >And you felt completely and utterly drained
- >Not like you normally were when you had to comfort mom, but…
- >Different…
- >Like you ran a whole lot, and were hungry, and tired, and had some of that disgusting wine
- >All at the same time
- >”Go back to sleep honey… mommy loves you…”
- >That voice
- >That… that wasn’t…
- >The presence of Twilight suddenly felt wrong
- >Her coat was smooth and coarse…
- >Her smell was… was… wrong
- >And her voice-
- >You shifted position to look at who was holding you
- >The shadows and darkness hid anything from your eyes
- “Hey…”
- >”Go back to sleep…”
- “Hey… Mom…”
- >”What?”
- >You tried to wiggle out of her grasp with a squeak
- >Then her eyes opened
- >The barest moonlight as reflected off of them like a mirror
- >And scattered in a green hue, giving a very bug-eyed look
- >It was about the size of mom, but…
- >...This wasn’t your mom
- >…This wasn’t even a pony
- “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
- >With a kick and a squirm you sent that thing off the mattress
- >But before you could get out of the bedroom it rose
- >And two blue/green-ish transparent wings sprouted from its back
- >A voice that belonged nowhere near a pony spoke
- >”Wait! WAIT! GET BACK HERE!”
- >You did not wait
- >Before you knew it you were running down the street, adrenaline pumping
- >You never looked back
- >Five days until Hearts Warming Eve
- >But you couldn’t care
- >It was late; the sun had set a few hours ago
- >You managed to find shelter in the form of a box padded with newspapers
- >But you were still freezing
- >There was nop0ny there for you
- >You made mom send you away because you were stupid
- >Grandpa and Grandma don’t want you in their house
- >The other fillies and colts would only harass you and steal your food
- >Noble ponies would make you do… things…
- >And then there was that monster from a month ago…
- >How could you trust anyp0ny…
- >Realization hit you again that moment
- >You curled up as much as you could and silently cried
- >Your hooves, ears, and nose were numb from the cold
- >A wad of old paper and cloths covered you as much as they could
- >But still bled out a lot of warmth every time a light breeze came through
- >You didn’t want this anymore
- >The hunger, the suffering, the fear, the pain…
- >The loneliness…
- >You just wanted it to end…
- >As you fell asleep, crying, and no longer shivering from the cold
- >The next day a guard is called when a pony spots something in a newspaper stuffed box in an alley
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