"Staying out of trouble" ~ A helpful guide by Twilight Sparkle

Eventually Anon catches his little runaway purple fugitive on the run, aka you.

In the end your punishment is a long and merciless tickling. Truly a cruel and unusual punishment but one hundred times better any brush based alternatives. Finally the not so brutal discipline ends and you find yourself sent to bed early once again.

Well, 'midnight early' is a lot better than the '9pm early' Anon forced on you last night after turning your rear into an active war zone.

Sadly you soon find your good luck is not to last. You find your improved attitude rained on the next day when it ends up Anon really does have a few things he needs you to go into town for...

Checking your rear in your bedroom mirror you blush at the darker purple marks still visible on your fuzzy hide.

If it was up to you you'd spend the day recovering until all evidence faded, but Anon's not sending you out just to mess with you. He does need those errands run.

Turning to your closet you nose around for something to wear to cover your shame. Picking out a simple light turquoise sundress Anon bought you a while back you slip it on.

While there is a pony fashion industry on Earth even after several years of your race being enslaved the selection is pretty limited. Limited and seems to cater to certain... functions. Of course, pony maid outfits were literally the first things they made. That's not to say you didn't like the dress thought. It's simple, light, and comfy, but it's a bit small if your goal is to to actually cover your cheeks instead of accentuate them...

You spin around you check yourself in the mirror. Well... As long as you don't bend over, or have somepony rolling around on the ground behind you you should be fine. 'Should be' doesn't stop you from blushing at the idea of getting caught though. You'll just have to get everything done, and get as home as soon as possible.

You scan your collar to unlock the front door and you squint as the light of day beats down on you. At least you're making better time than the other day, anything to keep your tail out of THAT kind of trouble again.

Turning to trot towards the store you notice your neighbor Diamond Dust working in the front yard. 'Dusty' as he prefered to be called is a unicorn stallion who worked with rare jewels back in Equestria. Nowadays he watches the neighbor kids and does a seemingly unending amount of yard/house work, you swear he's always working on that lawn.

Seeing you trot by he stops and gives you a little wave.

"Wow it must be later than I thought."

He pretends to check the watch he doesn't have as you roll your eyes.

"Yeah yeah yeah. It's early, I'm up, I get it I get it..."

"Don't think I've ever seen you outside the house before noon Mrs. Sparkle. He must have really be cracking the whip!"

You just barely avoid tripping and falling flat on your face! He's just joking Twilight! There's no way he knows you're secretly smoldering under your dress.

"Yeah strict slave owner Anon. you know him..."

So strict that you fallen asleep curled up against his side last night instead paying attention to the movie he'd put on. It's not your fault that he knows one hand between your shoulder blades and the other rubbing up and down your neck turn you into a puddle of pony.

Trotting around his mower Dusty walks closer to you and gives you a somewhat unexpected nuzzle to break your train of thought!

"Sorry you're just too fun mess with. Speaking of which when's our next 'playdate' anyway?"

He gives you a cheesy eyebrow wiggle that somehow still manages to make you laugh. While you wouldn't call Dusty a coltfriend you do have something of a relationship. Being the only two ponies in the neighborhood your owners had figured you two should be the best of friends. Well, that sounds a lot less awkward than your first meeting actually was.

You first met Dusty when his owners literally asked to borrow you as a reward for their stallion's 'good behavior'.

Yes, borrow you... As a reward... You were a treat...

Anon had stupidly said yes because, to be honestly, Anon isn't the sharpest tool in the shed, and didn't really seem to understand the implications of what he was being asked.

Que you being delivered to Dusty just a few minutes later for the most awkward introduction ever.

"Hey Dusty buddy we got a little marefriend for all your hard work! You two have fun now!"

Like wtf are you supposed to say after that kind of introduction?

"Uhhhhhhh, hi...?"

"Hey..."

Just because the two of you bucked like rabbits a few hours later doesn't make it any better. It was still hella weird. You felt a little guilty about that at first, but seeing as he was the first stallion you'd been alone with in literally years, ya know, stuff happens.

"We just saw each other last week, but you know better than to ask me. The Johnson's pay Anon in casserole I guess it's up to her."

At first Anon didn't understand why Mrs. Johnson returned with a warm casserole and a nice thank you for just letting your hang out. Once he got a good look at your messy mane and coat that he figured out what the neighbor's actually wanted to rent you out for.

It was actually kinda funny watching him slowly realize he maybe or may not have just prostituted you without even realizing it.

Lucky for him you were far from mad. Dusty was actually a really nice guy who'd have been perfectly content just talking, plus the casserole was really good and meant you didn't have to cook for a couple nights. Or maybe you always eat it when you're starving from your 'activities'.

Dusty bumps your flanks with his to shake you out of your memories.

"Well maybe once I finish putting together the kids new trampolene I'll have earned another reward huh?"

You blush a little at the mention of being his designated rewards program and a lot at the chaste kiss he plants on your cheek!

"And I say you're worth every bite of casserole the Mrs. spends on you!"

You push him away with a smile.

"I'll have you know not a commodity, AND you can't do that in public or you'll blow old Mrs. Dupre's mind!"

He gives you a wink and flicks his tail at you before resting his forehooves on the back of the lawnmower again.

"Haha sorry sorry. Oh and by the way I wanted to warn you about something. You heard the Clarks got a pony right? I overheard the Mrs. talking to them about ponies last night. She may have mentioned what a great umm motivator time with you was so you know you might want to talk to Anon about that."

Great, one stallion is one thing but now you're the whole neighborhood's rewards program. That's might be a little more than you're comfortable with...

"Ugh, great. I've got to go but thanks for the heads up."

He waves as you trot off with your head definitely NOT swimming with the idea of another big hulking muscular renting you to - OK NO MORE OF THAT RIGHT NOW!

Feeling a breeze where there shouldn't be one makes you snap your tail back down between your legs! While technically designed for a pony the dress for some stupid reason had no tail hole. By design or not that emans a high tail results in a distinct loss of umm coverage...

Thankfully Dusty still doesn't know about Anon's more 'physical' discipline methods, and you sure didn't want him finding out in broad daylight like this! Time to canter around the corner and hope Dusty didn't see that!

You drag your skirt down with a pinch of magic and quickly towards the store. Really any direction away from both that breeze and Dusty would do.

Some hard cantering let's you cover a generous amount of ground, but quickly necessitates you stop for a breather. You opt to stop by the park, NOT because because you're out of breath from cantering just a quarter of a mile due to the fact you're an overweight nerd, and, as a matter of fact, any arguments to the contrary will be dismissed with prejudice!

You land your perfectly average BMI flanks on the park bench you put your head down for a moment's break. Operation catch breath is going great for all of 10 seconds until an ear piercing squeal behind you shatters any sense of relaxation.

"MOMMY MOMMMY LOOK A PONY MOMMY SHES PURPLE MOMMY CAN I CAN I CAN I?!?!"

Oh wow that thing is already right in your face! Dear gods children are fast! Sweet celestia what does it want?

"WHATS YOUR NAME MISS PONY CAN I PET YOU, CAN I CALL YOU PURPLE, CAN I HAVE A PONY BACK RIDE MISS PURPLE?!?!?!"

"I umm well I kind of need to go actually..."

Make it go away! It's sorta cute, but the energy it's giving off is worse than pinkie pie ever was.

"Of course you can sweetie."

The mother motions for you to come down off the bench and gestures towards her daughter.

"Well come on give her a ride."

Wow, nah, that's cool, don't ask or anything, you're totally free for having your time wasted by your sugar fueled spawn...

"Ma'am I'm really sorry, but I'm on a bit of a tight schedule today..."

Huffing to herself the woman walks right up to you and grabs your left ear! Ow Ow Ow WTF!

"Yeah so busy you were sleeping on the park bench? You need to learn to respect your betters little lady! now get down here before I find your owner and get you into even more trouble!"

Needless to say pony ears are sensitive and you are easily dragged off the bench gasping and squealing!

"Ow Ow ow! Please Mrs don't do that, please stop!"

Holding your ear low to the ground in an almost bowing gesture she turns back to the little girl.

"There you go sweetie climb on, Miss Purple is going to give you a ride."

With a squeal of delight the little girl gracelessly climbs onto your back kicking the fire out of your damaged flanks a few times in the process. You let out a pathetic whimper of distress as her mom continues to pin your head to the floor while the girl grabs a handful of mane and painfully yanks.

"Now come on let's make a few circles around the lake. Doesn't that sound fun lacy?"

"YEAHHHHHH FASTER PURPLE FASTER!"

Oh my god why is it kicking??? At least the kid's small, but it really likes to yank your hair and yell right into your ear!

A good half an hour later your sides are sore from all the kicking and your spirits aren't doing much better.

The bitchy lady doesn't even acknowledge your existence as you cart her little hell spawn around and semi silently endure all the yanking kicking and bouncing involved.

Finally your lead back towards their car and the girl at least gives you a pat on the neck and a "Thank you Miss purple" for your efforts.

Yeah, no one even asked your name...

The lady simply tells you that maybe next time you'll not slack off in the park and that ponies like you should be kept on a tighter leash instead of roaming all over town like you own the place with free range collars.

Cool story, she can bite you. Can you get away with poking a hole in her tires without her noticing?

In the end you resist the urge to make everything worse and trot out of the park as quickly as possible. At this point you just want to get home, away from people and back to your computer.

On the internet no one you have 4 legs and getting called a name just means you're a normal part of the crowd and not the one they can legally pick on.

Also no kids, kids suck.

The actual errands to smoothly enough. You even grab an extra bottle of wine so you can treat yourself later. One bottle for cooking and one bottle for Twilight's troubles/drunken adventures on the internet.

It's not like Anon ever reads the bills he gets from the stores anyway. Great for you though, else he'd know you sometimes always spent a few extra bucks on somet little treats for yourself. Ok it's most the time actually and that could be a whole can of worms you'd rather not address.

Scanning your collar at the self pony checkout you munch on some nerds as you trot home carrying everything in your magic.

You sometimes get concerned looks when humans see you carrying stuff with levitation magic. Combine that with the fact you tended to put off shopping trips for as long as possible, and therefore end up carrying a ton at once...

The whole unaccompanied ponies thing was pretty controversial. Half like the convenience of getting everything done for them by the time they got home while the other half seems convinced you'll steal children and eat them or something the minute you're out of your master's sight.

The looks you get aren't totally unjustified though. While your ring is set no lower than the legal limit, your greater skill and control than most ponies allows you to pull off a lot more than what most humans are used to seeing.

You've scared a human or two once and twice and mmmmmmmay have been taken down to the pound once by a cop who thought you'd broken your ring and were planning to kill everyone with some of those bananas you were taking home.

Yeah, the pound, not the jail. Humans are dumb.

Anon had to come save you from a slightly too amorous dog that really really liked you so that was great too

Today though you get off with just a few concerned looks that you disarm with a smile and bowed head.

You've actually picked up extra today since Anon's parents were coming to visit in a few days, and he wanted you to make something nice.

Mr. and Mrs. GrAnon are some of your favorite humans in the world.

Instead of being awkward about their son owning a slave, which may or may not say something about them, they'd immediately treated you like the long lost grandchild they had never had.

Anon's only in his mid 20s, but they must have gotten tired of waiting since Mrs. GrAnon dotes on you every chance she gets when visiting. You're talking the whole shabang: bringing you presents, trying to slip you money for no good reason, even braiding your mane and tail when you should have been taking care of them. Mr. GrAnon isn't much different "Come sit in my lap little filly and let me tell you a tale of years gone by." GrAnon you aren't even 50 you aren't a wise old man yet

It face ponies are so small no doubt helps them justify treating you like a little kid. You aren't complaining, it's was nice to be the pampered one for once.

To that end you're ready to prepare a small feast when they got here.

Strolling back into the neighborhood you're silently thankful Dusty isn't in his front yard again. Not that you're avoiding him, but it's less risky to just talk later.

Getting everything put away back in the kitchen you rip off your dress, throw it across the room and collapse onto the couch.

From your spot on the couch you can spy your backside in the mirror. By your estimate by the time Mr and Mrs Granon arrive all evidence of their son's harsh spanking should be gone.

You are not really sure what they'd say if they found out their son was horribly abusing their favorite grandfilly. Your real grandparents could always tell when you'd been in trouble and took steps to comfort you as a little filly, but you are not sure how far the pony/grandchild illusion can really go.

Content to worry about it all later you curl up in a circle and bury your muzzle in your side for a quick nap.

Anon would be home soon enough, maybe he'd know something about this new stallion in the neighborhood and could confirm he was a book loving beast of a creature with big broad shoulders a big barrel chest and a huge long mmmmmmmmm...

Twisting your neck around a bit more you put your muzzle somewhere else...

Buck that's the ticket...

Plenty of time for some self motivated, totally not naughty, fun while you've still got the house to yourself...

And that's how you got sprayed with the bad bad pony febreze bottle when anon got home and found a mess on the couch.