The Magicless Adventures of Anon

Two months later, you can tell that Luna has gotten better at manifesting items in dreams and your life is stabilizing.

You even have some bits saved up! You learned that your massages have been making Jacks and Rain-bro stronger physically for about 48 hours after given. Then your bosses found out, raised the prices of your massages as a result, and gave you a raise. They apparently were also feeling less fatigued after your weekly massages but thought it was from relaxation and how good they felt. Rain-bro probably shouldn’t have bragged about it as much as she did.

Now you have a house, a stable and well paying job, can defend yourself somewhat, and feel secure in this progressively less foreign society.

It’s time that you did what you promised. A promise must be kept, especially a Pinky Promise! P-Pop can be kind of scary with her weird abilities.

Therefore, you told Twi-force you would like to visit for a talk, and she scheduled it for a day we both had little to do. Today is that day.

You arrive a around 15 minutes early and wait until about 5 minutes before you are supposed to arrive then knock on the large crystal door. It’s quieter than when a pony knocks but you are certain it is heard because the door opens with a familiar purple glow.

“H-Hi Anon!” As Twi-force opens the door slowly you can see that she has her mane done up in a bun and she is wearing a dress. The dress is a slightly darker purple than her fur and it has a subtle sparkle to it as it is caught in the rays of the setting sun. You also notice that she has just a light application of violet eye liner.

“Wow, you look stunning Twi-force!” You complement honestly, feeling slightly embarrassed that you only wore one of your nicer shirts and pants with a belt.

“T-Thanks! Come on in.” You hesitate for a second as Twi-force turns around and sways her hips as she walks towards the stairs. You could swear that she said that in an almost, seductive tone. No, you must be overthinking it, right?

You shake your head and walk after Twi-force. The door is closed as you follow. After you make it to the study, you notice something out of place.

“Is Spike out?” Twi-force freezes in place. “Y-Yeah, he had something to do today. It’s just you and me here.” She responds with a forced smile and a blush then hurries into the den.

You follow her in. At your usual table, the one you had spent months together at sharing information about yourselves and your worlds, there is a large spread of food that you can actually eat! That, and some candles are floating about the room with the usual lights dimmed. There is a fire in the fireplace, and you think your seat cushion has been replaced with a new one.

“Wow, Twi-force! This looks amazing!”

“T-Thanks, it’s not too much?”

“Twi-force, take the complement.” You stick out your tongue at her and she giggles.

“Then I will. Now, let’s eat, shall we?” She sits in her normal spot and waits for you to sit down.

It looks like she won’t start eating until you do, with how she is looking at you then the food nervously.

You decide that you might as well break the ice and take a carrot. You look it over, then glance at Twi-force who is watching you intently. You smile and laugh a little to yourself, then take a big bite of the end. Twi-force seems to jump a little at the sudden snapping sound. You chew, yep, tastes like a fresh carrot, then swallow.

“I-Is ~gulp~ it good?” She asks nervously.

“Yup.” You impersonate Big Mac. “Now you eat too Twi-force.”

She blushes at this but nods and starts to levitate food to her plate.

After about 5 minutes of eating in silence, you’ve had enough. Twi-force keeps looking up at you nervously, then quickly darts her eyes away when she sees you looking at her. “Twi-force…”

She looks at you then away and blushes. “Y-yes?”

“What’s up?” She looks at the ceiling. “I mean, what’s going on with you tonight.”

She knew what you meant. You have explained that one several times already.

“N-Nothing, just eating…” She replies sheepishly.

“I don’t want to ruin your probably extremely complicated plan for the evening, but you haven’t said a word to me without prompting for a few minutes now. This isn’t like you.”

Her eyes go wide, and she quickly pulls a scroll from under the table and starts franticly crossing off things and muttering to herself.

“…Twi-force…” no response, “ …Twilight…” still nothing, “… TWILIGHT SPARKLE!” You do your best impression of the Royal Canterlot voice.

She lets out an ~EAP!~ and tosses the scroll behind her.

“~sigh~ Sorry, but I want to tell you something.”

“Y-Yes?” her eyes are darting between you and the surroundings like she is looking to run.

“Twi-force, I have a home and a job of my own. I made you a Pinky Promise, you are the first to know that Ponyville is officially my home.”

Silence follows, it seems to stretch on and on. But you said what you needed and now it’s her turn to say whatever she wanted.

“…I-I’m the first pony you told?... Not Luna, or any- anyone else?”

“Of course, I did promise.” You smile at her and she looks directly into your eyes, seemingly searching for something.

she smiles slightly, though not as wide as you had hoped.

“Anon, will you listen to what I have to say?” Twi-force, your best friend, asks you this with newfound determination in her voice and slight fear or sadness in her eyes. You are a little worried by that.

“O-Of course! You can tell me anything Twi-force.” You try to reassure her as much as yourself.

“Then listen to my story, please.”