(MLO) The Times of Anon Sparkle: Epilogue

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[spoiler] So people wanted a Happy Anon and Twi to get whats coming to her? If you say so… [/spoiler]

>Be “The Times of Anon Sparkle: Epilogue” in Equestria
>Be Anon Sparkle
>When the guard found you in the box in the alley he rushed you to the hospital
>Hypothermia, frostbite, potential shock, tissue damage in the limbs
>For a few days you stayed in the sterile light green room getting nursed back to health
>At one point the same guard came back
>”Hey there, are you feeling okay?”
“Yea…”
>”My name is Copper Flare, but you can just call me Coop.”
>He sits next to your bed
>”What’s your name”
“Anon Sparkle”
>”Sparkle? Hmm…”
>Coop continues to ask you questions for a while, most of them things you don’t feel like telling him
>”Alright. Hey Anon, I have to get back on patrol, but I’ll be back before you’re discharged, okay?”
>And with a slight nod from you he left
>A few hours later a nurse came in and left you some hospital dinner
>It was the best thing you’ve eaten in months…
>Upon finishing your food you realize something
>This is only a brief pause
>As soon as you get better you’re going back out there
>Back into the cold, the hunger, the hurt, the loneliness…
>You silently cry as night and sleep fall upon you

>The next day
>Right after breakfast Coop came back
>With Uncle Shining!
“Uncle Shining!”
>”Anon!”
>Your face beamed a smile as he walked over and gave you a hug
>”It’s been a while squirt. How have you been?”
“A-Alright…”
>He pulled back and stared you in the face
>”Anon, where were you? Why did you run away from Twilight?”
>Your heart sank
“She… doesn’t.. *mumble*”
>Oh no, please don’t.
>”What was that?”
>Please please please please don’t
“She didn’t want me…”
>Tears begin to form as you look away from Shining
>”Nonsense! She would never think that! Come on, I’ll take you to my place until I can get you home”
>He gestures to the nurse for something and continues talking
>”I’m sort of busy, and Twily lives on the complete opposite side of Canterlot, but you can stay with me for a while.”

>Uncle Shining lived in a castle!
>Well, it wasn’t a real castle, but it was inside of one
>Captain of the Guard meant that he had a very nice place to live
>The insides were furnished with stuff that seemed too expensive for-
>…
>You caught yourself staring at a bright pink unicorn who stood taller than anyp0ny you’ve seen
>…And she has wings…
>”Anon, this is my special somep0ny, Princess Cadence.”
>She leans in and gives you a light smile
>”Please, Cadence is fine. How are you?
>You gasp in a combination of fear, excitement, and uncertainty
>Was this… who… how…
>The two of you began talking in earnest
>By which Cadence asked you questions and you tried to answer them
“Anonymous Sparkle…”
>”Oh? So you’re Twilight’s son. I’ve heard about you from Shining.”
>The conversation lasted a bit
>Apparently you are going to be living with them until Shining can take a day off to head to the outskirts where Grandma and Grandpa live
>Cadence was wondering why you were out in the cold
>To which Shining Armor answered for you
>”Ran away, just a teenager thing”
>After a while it started to get dark
>Uncle Shining ruffles your mane and pointed to a door
>”Come on, there’s a guest room you can stay in”
>As you walked with him you looked back
>Seeing Cadence give a slightly worried frown

>You are now Princess Mi Amore Cadenze
>Or, as you’d prefer, Cadence
>You are living with your special somep0ny Shining Armor
>He hasn’t asked the Big Question, but you are sure he’s going to very soon
>But that doesn’t matter right now
>Right now there is a young colt who is living with you
>And has some… problems
>At the very least you could tell from talking to him
>But also anytime you are around him and raise your voice or hoof, he flinches
>He is ALWAYS cleaning, his room, the bathroom, the kitchen
>He never plays or reads, just cleans
>It’s starting to put the hired help off balance
>And he also seemed sad
>Whenever you tried to talk to him about his mom, or what he liked to do, or where he was from, he got really sad
>The final straw was when you found him in his room, panicking
>A small mess of lunch was made on the floor
>And he was frantically trying to clean it up
>His hooves were rubbed sore, his mouth slightly bleeding, some sort of cleaning agent was stinging his eyes
>Which made the mess larger, which made him desperately try to clean it more
>When he noticed you he ran to a corner and started to beg
>”Please, I’ll clean it up! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I can clean it! Please!”
>He was shivering with fear as you walked over to him
>Placing a caring hoof on him only made him cry harder and beg more
>Something was obviously wrong
>After calming him down and assuring him he wasn’t in trouble you started to give him a closer look
>Light scars could be seen under his coat
>Slightly awkward stances revealed physical damage that never healed properly
>Malnutrition was evident in his small build and visible bones
>My goodness…
>You grabbed him tight and gave him the warmest hug you could
“It’s okay Anon… It’s okay… I’m not going to hurt you… no one is…”

>Later that day your Shining came home
>”Hey honey, I got the rest of the day off. I’m going to head down to my parents and drop Anon off. Want to come with?”
“Shining, you can’t. He can’t.”
>”What?”
>You take a deep breath and look into his eyes
“I think Anon was… abused…”
>Shining looks mildly shocked
>”Of course he was, he was in the streets for the past couple of months!”
“No. The way he flinches, the way he acts, this has been going on for a LOT longer!”
>The discussion heated into an argument
>”The Streets! He was homeless! That’s where he got the bruises from!”
>”I know Twilight, she’s a loving mother! She would never do anything to Anon!”
>”My Parents Cadence, that’s how I know. Twi’s been living with them. If she was doing stuff like that they would know!”
>This wasn’t going anywhere
>With a deep breath you ask the question you were afraid to
“Shining, dearest… do you trust me?”
>He quiets up
>”O-Of course. I’m just saying that-“
“Do you trust me to do a memoria receptui translationis on him?”
>A memory spell, allowing you to see what he did, feel what he felt, and experience what happened to him
>”Cadence…”

>Later that night in the study
>Shining Armor was there, standing next to Anonymous
>A servant of the house was finishing up the meditation circle on the ground
>”Are you sure this is going to be okay?”
“Don’t worry Shining. I can do this”
>You look at Anon with a smile
“Anon, it’s going to be okay. Nop0ny is going to hurt you from now on, alright?”
>He nodded and started to walk towards you
>But you could see a look of defeated acceptance in his face
>…He didn’t believe you…
>You pull his head to yours as you charge up
“Just relax, this won’t hurt…”
>A small whimper is given in response
“It’s going to be okay…”
>Then with a flash your magic reaches for him
”I promise”
>The barriers between your minds start to fade and blur
>His vision becomes yours, as yours becomes both
>Every sound is echoed and vibrant
>You close your eyes, only to see more
>Every hit, every slap, every lick, every yell
>Every moan, every thrust, every sickly taste and feeling
>It rushes into you
>Several ponies stand out against the background of vibrancy
>As you try to place names to their images
>You may not yet be a full Princess, but you were close to those who were

-The Sparkle Parents-
>Shining Armor and a few of the city guards arrived on the doorstep of the Sparkle Residence
>The guards hold up their warrant and rush in, searching the place
>”Shining! What’s going on?”
>”Dad, calm down. There’s… a problem. A big problem”
>For the next couple of moments all that could be heard was the guards finishing their sweep
>And Shining telling his parents that his mom… she... with her grandson…
>The words were difficult to say, but he kept on
>Wasn’t Mom’s fault, or Anon’s
>Twilight was a… bad parent
>Really bad
>As he spoke his mother only cried and stared at the floor
>His father had a mask of shock and horror
>”And then we did a memory spell, which leads us to now…”
>Mrs Sparkle began to wail
>”Look mom, it’s not your fault. You’re not in trouble, you were just… in the wrong place…”
>”Sweety, Shining, I’m so sorry. *Sniff* I should have said something, anything. *Sniff* I just…”
>She leans into her husband, who wraps a hoof around her in support
>”What I did to him, what could I possibly do to make it up? *Sniff*  I can’t… I don’t know…”
>Shining goes over to his parents and joins the hug
>”You can… you can… Just be there for him…”

-Prince Blueblood-
>The word ‘Prince’ is just a title
>A title given a lot of weight in this matriarchal society
>Only because of a divergent lineage that stretches several dozen generations ago
>It doesn’t mean that Blueblood is of divine ability like the Princesses
>Only that he is the most important noble of the whole kingdom
>Because he has the most ‘divine’ blood of the entire nobility
>From many offenses this protected him from
>Except for punishment from the Celestial Throne itself
>His family of course protested fiercely, along with their allied nobility
>Blueblood, the youngest and ONLY offspring, the last branch of the divine bloodline amongst mortals
>How could the Princesses do this to him?
>Without him there is no heir, no continuation!
>The bloodline would be gone!
>Princess Celestia scarcely bats an eye
>”Oh? And what of Blueblood’s son then?”
>Any defense for him evaporated once they heard of his son, and what he did with him at a particularly lively party
>He cried like a foal on the way down

-Hoity Toity-
>Hoity Toity was in the middle of a rather large festivity
>In his company were few friends, many acquaintances, and even a few enemies
>All invited of course
>What’s the use of socializing with nobility if one couldn’t schmooze with them?
>But this party was rather dull
>Before he could remedy that situation a large assortment of royal guards flooded the entrances to the great hall
>”I’m sorry gentlemen, but this is a *private* party. Invitation only.”
>A white coated and blue maned unicorn stepped forward as Hoity continued to talk
>”While I do appreciate the… sentiment from wanting to be here, you have to leave. Now. You are ruining this celebration with your presence”
>”Hoity Toity, I am Shining Armor, Captain of the Royal Guard. I’d strongly suggest you come with me peacefully”
>His face was trying to maintain its blank guards-like appearance
>”Royal Guard? Do you know who my friend is? You might have heard of him. *PRINCE* Blueblood! He would be quite upset if his dearest friend were to-“
>*THUMP*
>Shining recoils his shoulder from knocking the unicorn out with his hoof
>”I don’t care. Guards, take him away”
>As his body was being dragged outside Shining took center stage and magicked a large parchment out of his armor
>”LISTEN UP! I’m going to start naming ponies, and you are going to start stepping forward!”
>A list of names, and magically conjured pictures of faces and cutiemarks began to appear
>With each addition a new pony or two in the crowd looked shocked
>After a few minutes a unicorn in a dapper suit stepped up and spoke
>”I dare say good boy, what is all this about?”
>Shining pauses and looks him in the eye
>”All of these ponies are wanted for rape”

-Twilight Sparkle-
>After reassuring his parents on what to do, they told him Twilight left a few minutes prior
>She had somehow heard of the guards coming for her
>Shining left alone to go find her
>It took a few hours, but there she was
>On the same bridge where she left Anonymous
>”Twily…”
>She was sitting near the rails, crying
>Not in sadness, but in anger
>”Twilight, look at me”
>His voice now projecting authority
>But when she spoke it was of fear
>”This… none of this shouldn’t have happened… I wasn’t supposed to… he wasn’t supposed to…”
>”Why Twilight, Why?”
>Her face shot up at his
>”I DON’T BUCKING KNOW! IT WAS ALWAYS HIS BUCKING FAULT! LOST MY BUCKING JOB, MAKING MY LIFE A BUCKING TORMENT, I DON’T KNOW!”
>”AND FINALLY, WHEN HE MANAGES TO LEAVE, HE STILL BUCKS ME OVER!”
>”Twilight, just calm down. Come with me, please. He misses you, mom and dad are worried about you, I’m worried about you.”
>”…Buck you”
>With that a bolt of purple magic lances out and strikes Shining, knocking him down
>Reflexes kick in and he throws a magical shield around him self
>But before he realizes it Twilight is standing on the rails, leaning over the chasm
>”…and now he ruins my life one last time…”
>She jumps
>Shining wasn’t fast enough to change his magical flow
>The last they saw of each other were looks of horror and hate

-Anonymous Sparkle-
>You are now Cadence
>And you saw something weird in Anon’s memory
>…you mean weirder than what he already went through
>A mare who looked just like Twilight
>…until she didn’t...
>She looked like a…
>Changeling
>From the far wastes, these creatures who are able to shape shift and feed off of emotions
>You know vaguely of them, but not why one was hiding out in Canterlot
>But you do know they are hive creatures, where there is one, there are more
>Investigations were conducted, suspects apprehended, raids launched
>Several months after the memory reading a large Changeling tried to ambush you
>But you defeated her in a pitched battle, and stopped the invasion she was planning

>”Defending the kingdom before you are even a proper princess? I’m impressed”
“Thank you Celestia, but the only reason I had the ability to do so was because of something I saw in poor Anon’s head”
>”Hmm… such a sad story. Blueblood’s trial is still on-going. If he is well enough I do believe he would be a welcome asset to help close it up”
“Sorry, but I don’t he’s willing to see his father after what happened last time”
>Celestia lowered her tea and eyed Cadence
>”Father? Blueblood is Anon’s father?”
“Oh yes. Was that not in the reports I sent?”
>She mused for a moment
>”Hmmm… I think I can make use of that information…”
>Upon dropping news of Blueblood’s child, and a slight exaggeration on how he stopped a kingdom threatening invasion the Blueblood family was more than happy to welcome the colt into their midst

>After living with Cadence for a while arrangements were made for Anon to move with the Bluebloods
>”His rightful family”
>Their apologizes of their corrupted ex-heir filled his ears
>And their praise of his ‘actions’ in stopping an invasion fell upon him
>It was no secret why they wanted him
>To have a continuing bloodline that didn’t involve a publicly shamed prince
>For a while Cadence and Shining visited frequently
>They tried to undo the damage that had been done and raise Anonymous the best they could
>”No Anon, that wasn’t love. That was abuse”
>”Twilight didn’t care for you, she didn’t know what she was doing”
>”Ponies won’t always hurt you, try and make some friends”
>But eventually Cadence had to take leave for a more distant empire
>And Anon was left with the royal family that he never knew
>They were quick to replace Cadence and Shining Armor in his life
>”You are of noble birth and humble origins Sir Anonymous”
>”The very fact of the blood that flows through your veins means you are honorable”
>”That corrupt actions of your father do not define us all”
>Money, politics, hierarchy, power, all there for him to learn
>They too told him that he was not some throwaway from a spiteful mare
>But the proud continuation of a divine bloodline
>He was taught that he was better than Twilight
>Better than those who abused him for money
>The peasants that ignored him and yelled at him were beneath him
>He learned that he was better than his upbringing
>He. Was. Better.


>20 Years Later
>You are Anonymous
>Prince Anonymous Sparkle
>No longer the last heir of the Blueblood line
>You are currently in a lavish study
>Your wife is standing next to you, and your son in front
>She was the prominent daughter of a very powerful house of nobles that managed to politic their way into the Blueblood affairs
>You didn’t know her name until the day of the wedding
>Your son came soon after
>He was… not well received by anyp0ny due to his gender
>But that’s in the past
>Right now they are both looking down
>Your wife is hiding a smirk of sadness, and your son is staring intently at the carpet
>Your voice carries quiet easily
“Mare… Mare… FEMALE! I need a DAUGHTER to continue the line!”
>”I can’t control-“
“When we were married you gave me a son. A SON! And now you are going to have ANOTHER SON!”
>She looks up at you
>”Well maybe if you weren’t afraid of getting intimate-“
>*SLAP*
“Get out”
>Her face showed hurt
>”I didn’t mean it like th-“
“GET OUT!”
>With a burst of magic you threw her to the door
>You hated your wife
>Ever since the wedding night
>When she smiled and threw the both of you on the bed
>And then began to nuzzle and lick and moan…
>Reflexes and memories kicked in
>Fear and submission was your response, Force and dominance hers

>Your son wasn’t much better
>He was as dumb as a brick sometimes
>Always made messes, always didn’t do what he was told
>You didn’t even want him…
>Something tugged at your mind but you shooed it away
>Years of this foal caused you so much grief…
>And his resemblance to a certain purple mare…
>Rage began to fill your sight
>”Dad, I’m sorry…”
>Every time you look at him you’re reminded of something… bad…
>You don’t know what it is, but you hate it
>This time it was getting in trouble with a guardsp0ny
>Or last time, you don’t remember exactly
>Maybe it was destroying a carpet that cost more than your first apartment with mom
>Or it was not behaving in front of a foreign dignitary who was eating with you
>Perhaps it was making a servant quit because of some nonsense he did
>All you know is that he was now in the corner, crying, with a busted lip and several fresh bruises
>This wasn’t anything new
>All he caused was mischief and problems
>It was like he was trying to make your life harder
>If he could just behave he could be something good, something you could be proud of
>Something you could show to other ponies in praise
>…
>An idea hit you

>There’s a rather large party tonight
>And in order to keep the various political ties strong favorable to you it wound up being your turn to bring the majority of the “party favors”
>Wine, musicians, remedies and intoxicants from other lands, “working ponies”…
>You know that a few mares who are the heads of households that are going to be there tonight
>You also know that those mares in question have a preference of the younger variety
>And it would be nice to have them owe you a favor or three…
“Son... son… come here…”
>He gets up and limps over to you
>Your hoof wraps around his back and brings him in for a hug
“It’s okay… It’s okay… I forgive you. But…”
“Do you want to make it up to me for what you did?”
>He sniffles and nods
“Good… good… there’s going to be a party tonight that we’re going to”
“I want to take you too it”
>His face turns curious
“All I ask is that when we are there…”
“Don’t. Mess. Up.”

The End