"You make me feel so young~" >You hum the rest of the song as you pack away your things and tidy up the garage again. >Before you leave, you slip the big red box containing your special project back into its hiding place. "It will be ready tomorrow..." >Happily, you continue humming and exit your garage. >Outside, Twilight Sparkle is at your front door, about to knock. >She looks over at you exiting the garage, "Oh! Hey Anon. I just was out and thought it had been a while since I visited." >You nod slowly, your mind working. "Yeah. It has. How about we go grab lunch?" >"Uh... Okay, can I use your bathroom first, I'm sorry..." >It's in the garage. >It's hidden. >She'll find it. >And she won't understand. "Sorry, that's actually why I was in the garage. Toilet is broken, was looking for pieces to fix it." >Twilight looks worried, "Okay. Can we hurry to lunch then, please?" >Really didn't want to leave your house today.  >But you can get supplies while you're out. >After making sure your house is secure, the two of you head to lunch. - >Lunch was exceedingly infuriating. >Twilight always came at the worst time. >You had plans. >They didn't include going out. >But you made it through the ordeal and even gathered some things you would need tomorrow. >Now back in your house, the first thing you do is set your things on the kitchen table. >You go to your room and light all six candles as usual. >After putting on the record player, you get undressed and slip on your silk robe. "Soooomewheeeeerre ooooover the rainbooooow~" >With excitement, you return to the kitchen. >You remove the supplies from the back on the table and open the fridge. "Fish!" >Two fish skins go inside. >Didn't even have to clean them. "Young love!" >This was actually a picture you picked up in an antique store of a younger Celestia. >It goes on the door of the fridge. >And then there's the grand prize. "Mmm." >You take a whiff of the white box. >Its pungent smell makes your nose tickle. >It would have been easier to collect this from Twilight if she had done it here. >But she must not see it. >And you got it anyways. >You close the fridge after placing the box inside and head to your bedroom. - >Day 4. >I've been keeping tabs on Anonymous for four days now. >It seems so much shorter than that. >Probably because of how irritatingly interesting it has been. >He leaves his house only once a day. >He never converses with any ponies unless they come to him. >He never has any lights on. >He never lets any pony inside the house. >What is he doing in there? >He went out to lunch with me today. >I was nervous, so I couldn't really ask him any direct questions. >What is he doing in there? >As I sit outside his house now, I can here the sound of music. >It's an eerie sound when coupled with his laughter. >What is he doing in there? - "WELL YOU TELL RARITY THAT I WON'T PAY HER ANYTHING IF THE GARMENTS AREN'T SILK!" >You slam the phone down in a rage. >That whore Rarity must be the pony equivalent of a Jew. >Irritated, you tap your fingers on the table and take a sip of your morning milk. >Room temperature, just how you like it. >If Rarity didn't come through with this, you would have to postpone your celebration. >And- "This. Will. Not. Do." >You get up and go your room to put on clothes. >It's time you payed Rarity a visit. >After getting dressed, you get the fish skins out of the fridge to prepare. >With clothes pins, you hang the skins up in the window to let the sun hit them. >Her sun. >Humming a tune, you leave the house after locking all five locks on your door. - >Day 5 >Anon has just left his house. >This is the day. >Today, I enter his house. >Making sure he's completely gone, I gallop to the front door. >He was fiddling with something on the door before he left. >It's odd because there's no lock on the door. >There's not even a door knob... >I push open the door and hold my breath. >This isn't breaking and entering. >This is me helping a friend. >It's not because I'm nosey... >The door swings in slowly, making an ominous creak the whole way. >Inside is completely dark. >It's a cloudy day with no sun, so the inside of the house (with it's covered windows) is particularly dark. >I light my horn and enter. - >Day 5 (continued) >This house is completely empty. >Well, at least the living room is. >save for bits of trash, the room is bare. >Straight ahead, I can make out the kitchen table and fridge. >It smells. >I can't place the smell, but it smells wrong. >Feeling a bit nervous now, I walk to the kitchen. >The only thing in here is the table with an empty glass on it and the fridge with an old picture of Celestia on it. >Where is all of his stuff? >I open the fridge. >The smell that comes out makes me gag. "Found out where it's coming from..." >There is no light in the fridge. >It's not plugged in. >Inside, only a long-since expired jug of milk, a whole onion and a white box. >I don't even want to know what's in the box... >Having enough, I close the fridge. >What is going on here? >I have to see his bedroom. - "Rarity, I'm visiting Celestia today and you TOLD ME the garments I ordered would be ready!" >Rarity looks lost, "Anon... I told you, you haven't EVER placed an order with me." "I SPOKE WITH YOU ON THE PHONE THREE DAYS AGO! I TOLD YOU EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED FOR LIKE TWENTY MINUTES!" >Anon, I said that you never-" "RARITY! We spoke. On. The phone." >Rarity swallows, looking scared now. >"Anon... Please. You're scaring me. I have no idea what a phone is, darling." >You groan. "Fine. You know what? I don't need your stupid silk garments anyway. How about I just buy something you've already made?" >Rarity brightens, "Yes! What are you looking for?" >What you ordered. >That's what you're looking for. "What do you have for bras and panties?" >Rarity looks confused again, "Er, come again?" >You sigh. "Bras. And. Panties." >"Anon, I have no idea what those are." >Before you are forced to strangle Rarity, you leave and slam her door. >You can still do this without the garments. - >Day 5 (continued) >This silence is getting to me. >I feel like at any moment, Anon will jump out from the shadows at me. >In the hall, there are several pictures of Celestia on the walls. >Maybe he has a crush? >He's never even mentioned her... >There's two doors ahead. >One must lead to the garage. >I enter the other one. >Unlike the rest of the house, Anon's bedroom is very decorated. >I can't make it all out, but there are candles. >Using magic, I light them all. >My breath catches. >The walls are almost entirely covered in pictures. >Pictures of Celestia. >All taken by Anon. >All taken candidly. >Most from the bushes. >Most of Celestia's privates. >I shiver. >Something appears in my peripheral vision. >I turn and jump. >A shape towers over me in the dim light. >A scream catches in my throat. >Then I realize it's inanimate. >But the fact that it's inanimate makes it worse. >With a knot in my stomach, I examine the thing. >Upon closer inspection, I see what the 'thing' is made of. >Holding back my bile, I run from Anon's house. >I've seen enough. >Outside, I puke in the bushes. >I have to get help. >Anon needs help... - >It feels so disappointing returning home without the garments, but you can make do. >Once back, you unlock your front door and step inside. >The fire is still roaring in the fireplace, just the way you left it. >You take off your coat and drape it over the leather couch. "Fuck Rarity." >You head to the kitchen and remove the box from the fridge. >It's time. >You finished your project this morning. >Humming, you take the fish skins from the window. >The sun was really bright today, so they dried nicely. "Great smell." >You take your supplies to the room. >Celestia greets you from her usual spot. "Hello my dear. I'm back. You'll never believe what that bitch Rarity did." >Celestia smiles her usual smile as you head to the garage, speaking up so she can hear. "I swear she doesn't have a brain in that pretty little head of hers!" >You grab the box and head back to your room. >Celestia is now frowning. "No! I didn't mean that she was pretty! It's j-just a figure of speech, babe!" >She pouts. "I'm sorry, Celly. It won't happen again." >Now you're ready. >You light the candles and put on a record. "Celly, tonight's the night we've been waiting for." >You open the box and pull out the prize. >It's an insert you built yourself. "It looks perfect." >Celestia smiles. "And here's the kicker." >You insert the fish skins into place. >Opening the white box, you dip your fingers in and scoop out some of Twilight's essence. >It's a shame it had to be from Twilight. >You insert some into the proper place of your new toy. "Ready?" >With shaking hands, you slide the insert into Celestia. >Now she's really real. >Your own personal Celestia. >Complete. >The Anus/vagina insert look just like the ones in the pictures on your wall. >You strip down with a smile. "You said you wanted a rim job, and I said I'd make it happen." >You get on your knees behind your lover and grip her plump rear. "I always keep my promises." - >Day 5 (End) >I can't do it. >I can't tell anyone what I have seen. >That Anon has a life-size Celestia doll in his room made of real fur and flesh. >I just want to know where he got the fur and flesh. >The sewn-together flesh... >I sit behind his house. >From inside, I can hear the sound of that creepy music and Anon's laughter. >I can't tell anyone. >Because I feel sorry for the lone Human in Equestria. >And honestly, he's not hurting anyone. >I think. >It sounds like he's enjoying himself. >Poor Anon. ... >I say that, but from here it seems as though Anonymous is the most happy being in Equestria. >So I'll end my study here. >Maybe it's better that way. >Maybe it's better no one else knows the story of Anonymous and his beloved 'wife'.