Anontificer 5

>You are Celestia.
>And today you made a huge mistake.
>You were prepared to take down a monster and necromancer, a master of destructive magics and a perverter of life.
>What you did instead was find a young man in love, threw him around for a bit, watched an Element of Harmony harm herself in his defense, and finally get the truth broadcasted to you from the very filly you had thought dead.
>She was definitely alive, and while she lacked a heartbeat, she exuded love and happiness. She had even found her place in Equestria as a singer.
>You sigh, brushing through your multicolored mane, which had lost its splendor during your romp.
"Of course, all a huge misunderstanding...you were quite silly to think such a demon had eluded you earlier. Why, even Twilight backed him up!"
>Speaking of, that purple protogee of yours had left a letter for you.
>You open it and read it aloud in the comfort of your own room.
"Dear Princess Celestia, I regret to inform you that Spike has been going through a phase of disobedience, aggression and possessiveness...oh my! That doesn't sound healthy. I thought he came to terms with p0ny society. ...possessiveness after Anonymous came into Rarity's life, whom he had a crush on. He sees him as a rival, and during his conversation with Anon, blew his spellbook at you that he had entrusted to me. I would appreciate the return of his spellbook, if you don't mind, and perhaps some advice on how to adjust Spike's attitude...or maybe that's for another friendship lesson? Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle. Hmm...his spellbook? I know I left it somewhere after I decoded it."
>The book in question was an unassuming tome that seemed to only have 3 pages. When opened, the spellbound book revealed its true length, one that increased to hold indefinite writing space.
>The wards on it were nonexistant aside from an effect of nondetection, making it invisible to magical detection. The code on the spells within were child's play, with a simple language and number code, then translated into cooking instructions with the first letter of the first word, second letter of the second word, so on and so forth.
>In the end, all spells within held simple instructions, name, components required, range, type, save and use. It turns out the magic these creatures employed was not a natural magic, but one that invoked power from Beings of great power in his own world of Faerun.
>You had already had the displeasure of peeking in on Faerun, and had a chat with another so-called "god".
>Just the mention of it sets you on edge. How any creature could claim themselves a god was beyond you. Even Luna had more class than that as Nightmare Moon! Those gods were as bad as Discord, in your book.
>But enough reminiscing.
>You write up a response and attach the book.
>>My dearest student, Twilight Sparkle, of course, here is his book. I may have overreacted when upon I came into possession of his book, and I might need YOUR advice on how to make it right with Anon, Rarity and Sweetie Belle. Good luck with Spike, I will look forward to both your report on friendship and a report on what would rekindle a friendship between Anon and I. Your mentor, Princess Celestia.
>And you send them away.


>You are Anonymous, now a second level Artificer.
>It seems tussling with the princess, whether you wanted to do it or not, was enough of an experience to grant you insight to the next level of Artification. This would really only come in handy once you started up a magic item business, but without a caster to infuse the initial spells, your powers were diminished to only a few uses a day.
>And without your spell book? You were as good as empty handed on that regard as well.
>Hopefully Twilight would return with your book soon.
>Though at most, all you could manage was a potion or a small scroll of some sort.
>You sigh.
>"Is something wrong, Anon?"
>You look over to Rarity, whom you are holding an icepack upon her forehead for.
>Running into that window was a foolish idea. Why didn't she just teleport the first time?
>...not that you could blame her for acting irrationally.
>P0nies weren't the most violently inclined, and unused to thinking clearly in battle or tense situations.
>Well, aside from their sun princess, who threw you around like a ragdoll for a perceived slight.
>You're still mad about that.
"Nothing's really wrong Rarity, I'm just upset that you got hurt."
>She smiles at your worry.
"And mad at Celestia as well."
>"Oh, don't be a baby, Anon...and while we're dropping titles from names, why don't you just call me Rarity, or dear, hmm?"
>You chuckle, placing an arm around your favorite mare.
"I don't know, dear Rarity. Love makes us foolish, does it not?"
>You favorite filly pops herself in between the two of you.
>"Enough being so mushy wushy, you're missing out on the most important thing!"
"And that is..."
>"My cutIE mark!"
>Daww, you might never get enough of hearing that voice crack.
>And who knows, with the way you brought her back, she might never grow up and you could hear it til the day you died.
>...that was a little more on the depressing side, eh brain?
>Yeah.
>"Well Sweetie Belle, you KNOW I'm proud of you. How did this happen?"
>"Well, I was singing at my party, and then somep0ny asked for 'Mr Roboto' so I sang it and then when I was done, I had my cutie mark!"
>You laugh first, and are joined by Rarity, who held it in a few seconds longer.
>"Hey, it's not funny!"
"No, it kind of is, Sweetie!"
>"Though I wonder if this means all that cutie mark crusading is finally done for? Perhaps now I shall be getting more time to myself and for Anon, hmm?"
>"Oh my GOsh! The cutIE mark crusADers! I forgot! Uh, can I go out and-"
"No, Sweetie Belle, I think it's far too late at night. You can talk to your friends tomorrow."
>Sweetie Belle looked depressed.
>"They might not even BE my friends tomorrow..."
"Now Sweetie Belle, there's no reason for them not to be friends with you! You came back to life, of course they're going to want to hang out and play with you. Just because you got your cutie mark doesn't mean you can't crusade with them either."
>Rarity was nodding her head at every word you said, until you mentioned crusading again.
>She didn't seem to enthused about her biggest headache not being over.
"In any case, it's time for bed."
>"But I'm not TIred..."
>You think you know how to handle this.
>And no, you don't sing Sweetie Belle to sleep.
>She will sing a louder version and stay awake ALL NIGHT.
>You pick up Sweetie Belle, who cuddles into your arms and looks up at you with puppy dog eyes.
"No...those won't work Sweetie. Bedtime."
>You extend your power to her form and feel for a command.
>You find a command for a mutlitude of things, and some leading to other commands and metamagic spell triggers.
>Mystra almighty this was going to be a nightmare to solve later.
>One is labeled sleep, so you activate it magically.
>"Yawwwn...ok...maybe I am tired."
>She is asleep and snoring softly before you even reach the stairs.
>You put her in your bed and tuck her in, kissing her forehead.
"Good night, Sweetie Belle."
>Rarity is at your doorway, waiting for you.
>"Well now that you've given her your bed, where are YOU supposed to sleep, hmm?"
"I don't know, are you offering?"
>"I just might be, but with a stallion I haven't even kissed before? That might be taking it too fa-"
>You kneel down to her, and taking her head in one hand kiss her on the lips.
>No tongue business, just a passionate lip-lock.

>The next morning you awake in bed next to Rarity, whom you shared a night with.
>Nothing too dirty, just staying together, holding each other in bed.
>She is a classy mare and assuming she was or is an easy lay is an insult you will not stand.
>Woah, got carried away there.
>Brain, I think we're in that possessive and defensive part of love, aren't we?
>Yes.
>Swell.
>Well enough thinking, you have to go see if Sweetie Belle is going to wake up on her own or if she needs a manual wake-up call.
>It's been around 8 hours since you put her into bed, so...
>You open the door to find Sweetie Belle, on cue, wake up with a yawn and a stretch.
>"Morning Anon!"
>She stops and looks at you again.
>"What happened to you clothes?"
>Ah yes.
>Right.
>Down to your skivvies.
"It's morning Sweetie Belle. You slept in my room, so my clothes are in here."
>"Oh! Where did you sleep?"
"Not in my room. Are you ready for school?"
>You have GOT to change the subject before she puts two and two together.
>"Okay!"
>Sweetie Belle bounds off of your bed and rushes into the bathroom, passing you a sly smile and a wink as she does so.
>You sigh again.
>Yeah, this wasn't going to be easy.