The Hand of God

You are Luna and the papers have had a field day over what happened at the Summer Celebration a few days ago. You've confronted your sister and she confirmed that Anonymous did indeed have a magical illness but she wont tell you what happened in the prison. You even wrote to Twilight only to get likewise stonewalled.

You decided you've had enough and plan to talk to Anonymous himself. Your schedule's too filled up with official duties to meet him in person.

What official duties? Like, moon stuff... shut up.

Although Anonymous has asked you not to enter his dreams, you figure looking in once isn't going to hurt.

You're sitting alone in your chambers reading hard core pornogra- moon letters... hard core moon letters when your somnesense notifies you that Anonymous is about to begin dreaming. Closing your eyes, you enter a meditative trance and travel across the dreamscape to find an old castle. Passing through the walls to find Anonymous, you finally enter his dream proper.

Celestia stands before him in the throne-room, presenting herself like a common street whore. Anonymous stand behind her with an arm raised. On the throne sits a purple puppet with large fangs wearing formal attire.

”Let's count how many fine booty smacks Anon can deliver,” the puppet says.

Anonymous brings his hand hard against her hinny.

”One! One fine booty smack, ah ah ah ah.”

Anonymous strikes her again.

”Two! Two fine booty smacks, ah ah ah ah.”

And again he hits her.

”Three! Three fine booty smacks, ah ah ah ah.”

You now know why Anonymous didn't want you in his dreams. You back away slowly and carefully exit the trance, making sure to not draw his notice. When you finally return the waking realm you furiously mastur- catalogue this in your journal.