"I must say, Sir Nemo, I cannot express enough how fortunate we are to have such a talented Reproductive Officer in our own little town!" Mayor Mare said with a kick to her step as she led Anon and company into the outskirts of ponyville.

After she recovered from the booping incident, and left rather more satisfied than she expected, the mare had a practical glow about her, and even looked decades younger as well. It was a curious phenomenon, and one Twilight has been working on trying to figure out the reason for. The lavender unicorn was none too pleased about the destruction wrought in her home, but as Anon discovered, giving her curious mind something interesting to distract her was the best way to circumvent her anger. There was no definitive answer considering the limited data, but Twilight's leading theories on the Mayor's regression in age is either a product of a rebound effect from the Sexual Instinct Barrier being broken at a more advanced age, or the ambient magic from Anon's body causing a chain reaction to her vitality. It would likely take a few more similar instances to get a clear answer.

"I'm just honored to be of some help." Anon replied. Besides him, Evie rolled her eyes with a smirk as she sat atop a very alert Rosey, who was constantly looking around the perimeter. It was a surprise how far on the outskirts of town they were taking him, figuring he would be more centralized. Voicing this, the mayor sighed in response, "Our town's Home Owner Association had some minor difficulties in finding a building that is… up to standard. Sadly the necessary defensible pony-built infrastructure doesn't quite exist in these parts of the country." She frowned but quickly brightened up, "Thankfully however, there is one unique building just a little outside of Ponyville that meets the needed standard."

"I'm grateful for you and Ponyville's efforts on my behalf Mayor Mare." Anon thanked her, trying not to snicker whenever he said that. Say what you will, but he couldn't get over these ponies punny naming conventions.

"The pleasure is all mine." She replied, nonethewiser to his thoughts, "Ponyville can only prosper with your installation in our small-town society, so we are only too happy to help." Suddenly they could make out a structure emerge over a hill, "And we are here."

Anon looked up at the building before him. His jaw practically fell to the floor as he looked in utter amazement at the premise that was soon to be his home. A few days of staring out the window had him envisioning living in one of those old fashioned thatched houses that littered the town, but now he was greeted with what looked to be a large house built into the side of a hill. Reinforced by an arcing wooden frame with various nordic looking runes inscribed. The front held in the center a deep red hexagonal door with two round windows on either side. It looked old, with the newest edition being a sign that read 'Reproduction Center'. Evie had a similar expression as he did. "Holy cow! Who built this place? Tolkien?!"

While it did look Tolkien-ish in nature, it sure wasn't small enough to be a hobbit hole. Unlike the doorways in ponyville where he had to watch his head whenever going in and out a doorway, this one was several inches above him in height. "This was the former residence of an old ram years ago before she sadly disappeared in the Enchanted Everfree forest." Rosey looked annoyed by the implication of this info, but Anon mentally brushed it off, thinking it likely some kind of trigger for a new side quest line to archive in a corner of his brain. "Rest assured, this house has a clean bill of health with approval from the Princess herself."

"Don't get me wrong, it's a really cool looking house." Anon let his gaze linger over the rustic fantasy exterior, "But what exactly makes this place better for me than within the town?"

"A great many things!" A cheery voice said as a light magenta unicorn mare with a saddlebag stepped out of the house. She paused for a second as she looked up at Anon, "Whoa! They weren't kidding when they said you were tall." She cleared her throat, "Amethyst Star. It's nice to meet you."

Anon nodded his head, "Anonymous, but you can just call me Anon."

She smiled, "In that case you can just call me Amy, and thank you so much for having me."

"Your very welcome." He chuckled, feeling the infection nature of her enthusiasm.

Mayor Mare cleared her throat, "Sir Anonymous, I would like you to meet your newest Secretary. Miss Star here is a high ranking graduate from Trottingham University."

"Best in my class!" The mare interjected with enthusiasm. The mayor only blinked, "Anyway, she will be helping you manage your income, records, and appointments. With that, I'm afraid I must leave you. More pegasi movers should be coming shortly to finish the interior decorating. Good day to you all. I may see you soon. Very soon, hopefully." She winked at Anon before trotting off. Anon stared at her flank for a moment before turning to the magenta mare, "So, uh, could you give us a tour of the building?"

"I'd be happy to." She turned to the open door, "Right this way." The party complied, following her into the spacious front room where a desk was set up, already with a stack of papers on one corner of it, "This is the reception area where I will be doing most of my work. It's barebones right now, but once the movers come back with more furniture, it should be a rather pleasant space."

"I assume you will also be doing background checks?" Rosey asked.

The mare nodded, "Of course! Priority one, section three of the Officer Protection policy demands absolute diligence in ensuring at least a level Five Clearance Certification."

Rosey nodded with the faintest outline of a smile. This kid's got potential. She privately thought, "If you're unsure about anything, check with me first. I have my own means of digging for hard to find data."

"Certainly. If Sir Anonymous is fine with that." Amy looked up at the man for confirmation.

"Good answer." Rosey nodded, liking the filly more and more.

"Rosey has the trust of the princess, so I have no qualms about it." Anon shrugged, "Back to the tour?"

"Right." Amy nodded, leading to a hallway that branched into a kitchen, storage room, gift shop, and a Master and three guest bedrooms. It was very beautiful and ornate. Running his hands over the wood, Anon couldn't help but note all of the runes on the doorways, "What are all of those for?"

Amy looked up, "Good question actually. One thing about ram architecture is how heavily defended it is. New Shearland was a place full of wild magical predators that would constantly prey on the sheep, so they devised of ways to make home intrusions impossible. These ones can sense malicious or bloodthirsty thoughts, and throw up shields whenever a malignant entity ever tries to enter, while the one on the front door goes a step further by only allowing entry when invited. They've all been turned off now, but will reactivate once the spell relegating the transfer of ownership of the property finishes."

"There is a spell for property management? Who would have thought?" Evie shrugged.

"Leave it to bureaucracy to turn magic into something as mundane as indoor plumbing." Anon joked. That aside, at the very least they did have that.

Suddenly the mare stood in front of a full body mirror installed within the wall of the master bedroom. There was something about it that immediately caught his attention. Though it reflected them like a normal mirror, Something seemed a little off. It was faint, but he could make out a strange refraction of air that seemed to hum with power around its edges.

"Scio te." Amy spoke to it. With that, she pushed a hoof through the mirror and walked right through, leaving Anon and Evie stunned.

The mare popped her head back through, "Well? You coming?"

"Most impressive." Rosie began. Nodding at Anon, they both passed through into a descending stone corridor, "Yes, this will do just fine. How long does the mirror gate stay open for?"

"A minute exactly if the alarms are undisturbed. Ten seconds if any of them are triggered. Several layers of wards will also activate on this side after the house master is secure."

Anon whistled as he looked all around, "These rams are pretty paranoid, huh?"

"Pragmatic is a better term." Rosey replied, "They are quite cunning, and exceptionally crafty. They had to be in order to survive the constant barrage of magically enhanced beasts that would often claim them and their kin."

Anon stroked his chin, "Huh, that's some pretty interesting history there, as awful as the 'constantly being preyed upon' part is." He grimaced for a second as he tried to imagine what it's like to constantly live in fear like that. They passed through a stone archway covered in more runes. His eyes lingered on that as it came overhead, "So, one thing I noticed were the size of the doors here. I would think the sheep would be closer to your pony size."

"Smaller, actually." Amy replied, "Though their leader, Jarl Thor the Graceful, is much closer to Princess Luna's height." She mused, "Anyway, the doors are so big because of the space needed for adequate defensive runes to work around the frame. At least that is what I read."

"Mostly correct, though there are other factors." Rosie replied. "We can get into that later. I'm afraid to say that I do believe we are not alone." She said it with such graveness it made Anon and everybody else physically flinch. They were just outside the door to the main area of the bunker when Rosie plucked Evie off of her and hugged the side of the wall to the door which was slightly ajar with a light blue light emanating from it. She gave a quick gesture for everybody else to take cover and be quiet. All members complied almost immediately. Her horn lit up as she whispered what Anon could only guess was some kind of incantation. The energy of her horn strengthened for a moment before hearing an alarmed squeak from the room.

Rosie rose and bucked the door open. Inside much to Anon's surprise was what looked like a science laboratory mixed with a library and living space upheld by wooden pillars of an entire tree trunk scribed with spiraling runes. Held in the center of the room, lifted into the air was a small pale purple filly trying to get away from the magic that held her.

Amethyst looked in and gasped, "Dinky! What are you doing here?! You're supposed to be home!"

The filly in question stopped flailing and looked at the purple pony sheepishly, "Umm… I got lost?" She tried with a cute smile.

The purple mare was unfazed, and raised her brow. The filly sighed, "I guess I might have overheard you use the password on the mirror the other day and thought it would be fun to try exploring a secret bunker."

Amy sighed as Rosie let Dinky down, "That wasn't very smart, young lady. You could have been seriously hurt." The pink mare bore down on the filly with a stern glare that made the small pony flinch.

"I… I'm sorry miss…" the filly looked close to tears. Amy wanted to intervene, and comfort the filly, but didn't want to undermine this clearly experienced mare, or risk this lesson on sneaking off.

"As you should be." Unexpectedly her gaze softened, "It is a common rule of adventuring and exploration to at least have a partner that has your back in case of trouble. Should I have been an enemy, there would have been little you could have done." Anon smirked. Perhaps his little maid wasn't quite as uptight as she presented herself.

Everybody's jaw dropped in surprise. That was definitely not the kind of reprimand that anyone there was expecting. Dinky's eyes looked up at the mare, twinkling. From Rosey was the barest of a smile, "I think I understand. I will keep that in mind for my next adventure!"

"See that you do. It's important to have trustworthy ponies to have your back." She turned to Amy who stood dumbfounded, "Mind introducing us?"

Amy blinked and shook herself as she realised she was being addressed, "Oh, uh, right, this is my cousin Dinky Doo." Amy explained, walking over to the filly and checking her over real quick, "She was really excited about seeing where I would work, so I decided to bring her along the other day to show her."

"Except the coolest room in the entire house." Dinky mumbled.

Anon laughed. He remembered being a little rascal like that, "Well I think it's safe to say that a secret bunker is meant to be a secret don't ya think."

The filly seemed to notice him for the first time, and looked up with amazement, "Wow… um…" she blinked, getting a hold of herself, "I guess that makes sense. Are you the male Amy was talking about?"

"Indeed I am. My name is Anonymous. A pleasure." He nodded.

The filly continued to look in wonder, "Awweeesooome. So… you can really make foals?"

Anon cleared his throat, but Evie spoke up, "Of course he can. He helped make me." She stated proudly. "Bet he'd be glad to help you make one too." She winked.

"Wait, what?!" Anon exclaimed with befuddlement. If he chose that moment to drink anything, he'd make a spit take, drink, and spit take again. What is she thinking! Obviously he knew what she was thinking. She had been teasing him since he got back for how much of a prude he was being in a world where there are literally no sexual inhibitions or moral boundaries and was being paid just to have sex. Barb was one thing, a filly like this just seemed too... innocent, and that is not even taking into account the mechanics. She was only as big as a cat. These Equestrians were stretchy, but something like this might be going too far. "Evie! You can't just-"

"Would you really, sir?" The filly asked with adoration and glee, "That would be so cool! With that I can show off to all of the fillies at school! Be respected by everypony, and even make Diamond Tiara jealous!"

Anon couldn't speak. There were too many conflicting thoughts in his head, so in that silence, Amethyst cleared her throat, "Well, Mr. Anon's services aren't free dear. You'd have to pay him first."

"I can use my savings." Dinky replied, "I've been saving up mowing lawns and delivering the newspaper. I also still have my birthday money from Grandma. Will it be enough?" She asked, hopeful.

Amy bit her lip, "Well, it is significantly cheaper… where normally they cost a down payment of a thousand bits with a monthly fee of a hundred a year for ten years," The filly looked down in disappointment, "But, Sir Anonymous will be charging a fee of only a hundred and fifty bits for a single payment." The filly looked back up with hope returning to her.

"I already have eighty four bits in my piggy bank!" A determined look crossed her, "Don't worry sir! I'm gonna work harder to earn more bits."

Anon bit his lip. She seemed so excited that he didn't have the heart to tell her no. "Uh..."

"Yay!" She exclaimed. Anon had a bad feeling about this.

"Don't think you're off the hook though, young lady." Amy said. "I'm still going to be telling your mother that you were sneaking around in places you shouldn't have."

"Aww…" The filly deflated.

Amy cleared her throat as she addressed the entire group, "Alright then, I think this concludes the tour of the place. Would you all head back up?"

"I've seen all that I need to." Evie stretched, "It's a pretty sweet pad. Can't wait to settle in."

"Alright. Let's call it. We should get back for lunch plans with Twilight and Co. When was the time set?" He turned to Rosey.

"Two o'clock sir, so you still have an hour and a half before your presence is required at the restaurant."

"So that's some time to kill. I'd like to discuss some things in the meantime regarding this whole operation."

"Of course." Amy nodded as we all started walking back. "I wanted to talk with you anyway."

"Alright, first order of business though. I gotta get this off of my chest now because I'm a terrible procrastinator and hate being confrontational." He swiveled on one foot turning to Rosey before pointing, "Human sperm ain't magical. That biz is all natural baby making batter, so check to see if you actually got knocked up." A little blunt, but he supposed it was effective.

She seemed stunned for a moment as she digested that, "And this wasn't brought up earlier, why?"

"Already explained that. I just said it now so I don't dig myself a deeper hole and create unnecessary drama that would have been easily solved in the first place."

"God I hate movies like that." Evie scrunched up her nose, "Also, I'm going to be an older sister!" She exclaimed happily.

Yeah, to the whole next generation. Anon thought to himself, "Anyway, you cool on that?"

"I'll have to verify first." Rosey said, for the first time looking a bit unsure, "Thank you for bringing this to my attention. If I suspected that your Reproductive Serum didn't have a magical basis, I would have proceeded with more caution."

"Is there something I'm missing?" Amy questioned with blinking eyes.

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with." Rosey replied. "Just some… personal matters."

Amy shrugged and looked at Anon, "You wanted to discuss some things?"

"Yes," The man straightened but looked pained, "I've been dreading this but I must face it." He took a deep breath as everypony in the room leaned in anticipation, "I need you to explain to me how Equestrian economics work, and what my financial situation looks like?"

The ponies just blinked in confusion. "Uh… sure, I can do that." Amy smiled. "That's what I was supposed to do anyway."

Evie was the only one who stood frozen with a chill running down her spine, "Sweet mother of God…" She was the only one who knew his horror of managing finances, and she prayed silently for his survival.

Anon felt like beating his head against the desk in his study as he tried to get a grip on figuring out Equestrian economics. No matter the situation, arithmetics were never his friend, through school, or through life. He would much rather just glaze over the details and just wing it. Not a sound strategy, but he made enough income at his old job for it to work well enough. It wasn't responsible though, and considering how everybody in this world was relying on him, he needed to show some self management skills and that he was capable of adapting without them holding his hand.

At the very least, the Celestial Equestrian coin value was much simpler, and divided between the value of silver and gold coins, which were largely due to their diets, interestingly enough. Cooked, and hoof made foods were seen as more of a luxury done every once in a while rather than a commodity in most of its history, seeing as there were plenty of edible greens that they could just graze outside their homes. This was not true of all Equestrian settlements, but it was a reality at the hub of pony civilization. As a result, even the poorest of ponies hardly ever starve or go hungry, and money was primarily used for housing, education, and of course, reproduction. The latter which typically was a lifelong investment. Unsurprisingly, the art of magical copulation was really difficult, and generally took a reproductive officer months of magical alchemical work to create a single viable batch. As of currently, there are only eighty one reproductive officers in Equestria, including him. Most were unicorns, but there were a few zebras, griffons, deer, and even a dragon. Needless to say, they were the wealthiest and most respected members of their community. The price was a heavy ten year payment, but most sentient beings were willing of any price for the continuation of their lineage. Enter him, the cheapest and most reliable source of genetic material in thousands of years. Creatures all over the world will be after his dick. It didn even matter if his price was exponentially lower than average, once he started, the bits were gonna be pouring in, Amy assured him.

Anon let that tantalizing thought soothe his headache, "This world I've entered into is crazy." He said, already knowing it the moment he popped in here. It could have been worse though.

"It's not that bad." Amy comforted, "Money is really fascinating when you look at it as a whole, and how it's used culturally. Now, onto the legal documents regarding our services and employee pay."

Anon's head hit the table.

"I think that just about wraps it up." Amethyst finished. "Right on time too."

Anon blinked, his head swarming, "Uh, right. Lunch with friends." He could consider them friends, right? Barb was definitely a friend (with benefits), but he guessed he'd have to get to know the others better first, hence the lunch he supposed, "You want to come?"

She smiled, "I would love to, but I got some work here that needs to be finished. The rest of our inventory should be arriving soon, and I need to be here to finalize everything."

Anon got up from his chair and stretched, "Alrighty then. Thank you for filling me in on things."

"No problem. Oh! There is one more thing I almost forgot." With her magic she pulled out a black pouch, "This is payment for your first service of three hundred bits from the princess."

"Ah… wait, wasn't it one hundred and fifty per conception?"

"It came with a note." She levitated a folded piece of paper to him.

He grabbed it, unfolding the parchment. It simply read in elegant hand writing, Thank you for the twins! Anon's heart skipped a beat as he staggered a bit.

"Is something wrong?" She looked concerned.

"... No, I'm… I'm fine. I was just suddenly reminded that I'm going to be making so many children." And that Ghengis Khan may soon have a contender to the most spread genes in history. "Er, thank you." He grabs the bag and stuffed it in a pocket.

"You nearby, Rosey?" Anon called out.

He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, "Of course, sir." Turning, he saw her in his peripheral vision, standing in the corner as if she'd always be there. "The princess said she is having twins, hmm? I shall have to train my little one to protect them when they are born. I do believe I'm starting to get used to the idea." She smiled, "And before you ask, yes I did confirm it."

Anon opened and closed his mouth. Well, Celestia did give you her elite intelligence officer, so you can't be surprised. Don't know how to feel about her training our offspring to be a royal bodyguard for my other more royal offspring though… Discussion for a later time. For now, "Are we ready to go?"

"Of course, sir. Should I summon Ms. Evie from her chambers?"

"Nah, I'll do it. Don't want her thinking she isn't good enough to be summoned by her own father." Honestly It was still a bit of a weird thing, but fatherhood was growing on him. At least there was one of whom he could be a full time father for.

After debating with her and Barb, they all decided that she would stay with him, and have visiting days with her mother. It made sense considering she shared more in common with him for (obvious reasons), and in a way acted as a lifeline for his human culture. Already the little drake became an important part of his life, whom he loved and cherished. That said, her one obnoxious quirk was her lack of inhibitions. As mature as she claimed to be, it was evident there were some articles of childish mentality paired with her intimate knowledge of his inner psyche, which made for some rather awkward moments. For me at least. It was quite clear that these ponies didn't care about age in the equation of sex, and his standpoint on it faltered considering his first sexual experience in this world was with Barb. Granted, he was led without much context for her age considering he'd never seen a real dragon, but he reasoned she was old enough when prompted to give her the dicking. Still, he was gonna have to face the fact that things were different here. Evie needed to know what he was and wasn't comfortable with though. She should all things considered, so why did she continued pressing it?

Walking to the door of the room she chose out, he knocked, which elicited a small eep! and a scrambling sound.

Must have startled her, "You alright in there?"

It was a second before she responded, "Uh… yep. Everything is alright, Dad."

That sounded suspicious. What would a parent do in this situation? I respect your privacy by knocking, but asserting my authority as your father by coming in anyway! He smiled at the thought. She would probably think it funny, but it seemed hardly appropriate for this instance, "Can I come in? We're about to leave for lunch with Twilight and the others."

"Err… now?" She asked with some reluctance. “O-okay.” He heard some awkward scampering towards the door. The knob turned to open, revealing a disheveled fluffy face peek out the door. There was something about the face she had that suggested discomfort.

“You alright?” Anon asked with concern. She was clearly bothered by something.

“Yes… no… I, umm…” She stumbled over her words, “I… I’m stuck.

Anon blinked, “Err… stuck?” He could see her going red.

“I might have… taken a dildo from the shop and… put it up my butt…” she was completely crimson as she covered her face, “I’m sorry, Daddy.” She said in a small voice.

Anon tried processing this information over and over again in his head trying to keep his face neutral and not shocked and horrified. What is a father to do in this situation? He tried turning to any words of wisdom his own father might have suggested, but all he could hear was the knee-slapping condescending laughter of the old man pointing at him. Fuck you too, Dad!

Despite himself, he decided to ask, “Do… you need help?” How many pornos has he seen where its premise started up with questions like that?

She nodded slowly before opening up the door more into her room. She was standing completely straight with her butt clenched and tail curled between her legs. She was dripping with what he assumed was lube, "It has a knot at the end of it. That's how it got stuck."

Anon facepalmed and sighed. He barely glanced at the inventory during the tour, but the fact Celestia made shaped toys without much reference was impressive of its own. It was too bad that it resulted in this awkward moment, "Alright, well… let's get it out of you." No point in beating around the bush.

Picking her up by the waist, he placed her on the bed by her back, and looked down between her legs. Her puffy slit was moist from arousal. He stared a second too long, and only noticed when he felt a growing pressure in his pants.

"I know you like what you see, but I really want this thing out of me." She bit her lip and he noticed her breathing heavily.

He decided to not waste his time denying it and just sighed, "I know, and I feel awful for it." He looked lower where he saw the white cap with a sun emblem protruding from her anus.

Her three eyes looked at him with shame, "I'm sorry daddy. It's too soon for this."

"Too soon?" Anon questioned.

She had a pained expression, "I… wanted you to get comfortable with all of this before I did anything. I know you hold your reservations since I'm your kid, but I thought that once you got used to everything, I could love you the way I wanted." Her gaze casted down, "I guess I was too hasty and overplayed my hand when we found Dinky." She gritted her teeth, "And then I had to go and screw it up further with this!" She wiped her face at the beginning of tears.

Anon didn't know how to respond to that, so he did what felt right. Reaching out he took her paw. She squeezed to hold onto his comforting touch. A faint hum reverberated between them. Now that he wasn't quite so distracted by the throws of passion, it felt more discernibly warm and pleasant. Unlike the snap that awakened a pony's sexual instinct with explosive primal force, this had elements of tenderness and passion. It was… love. Small and new, but it was their love.

He had to ask, "Why me? Why do you want this from me?"

She looked back up at him, "Time is… perceived differently in the mind. The other me said I needed to follow your life and learn from you. So… I watched. Your entire life and all of the years it took up to when you hatched my egg. In that time, I… I fell in love with you, and since then… I wanted to be with you. Even if I am your biological daughter." She pulled away from him and covered her face, "Gah! This is not how I envisioned this!"

Anon felt he was beginning to understand. She spent her first moments following his life for what was worth his entire life time. It was no wonder she felt that way. He was all she ever knew. "How, exactly, did you envision it?" He asked if only to diffuse the intensity.

She huffed, "Mood lighting, witty dialogue on my part, perhaps some scented candles."

"Maybe a few Julia Quinn novels to spice things up?" Anon joked. He was feeling a little better about the situation. There was still some trepidation but these were the first steps to exploring this new horizon.

"You beat me by one second." She rolled her eyes. "Can you help me now?"

He nearly forgot, "Uh, right, right. Sorry." Without further ado, he spread her legs apart to get a better view of the plug. It was lucky Celestia had the foresight to make ends one could pull the toy out from, though come to think of it, she did have a long time to perfect these. They might have been more innovative to sate the needs of females than what they had on Earth.

Anon's heart raced as he reached out and grabbed the device end, which he found to be quite slippery. He tugged slightly, causing her to flinch. He stopped, "Does it hurt?"

"N-no. It's just very stimulating." She huffed, "I don't think it's an average dildo. Butt stuff shouldn't feel this good."

Anon raised a brow, "What possessed you to try it?" He pulled again, and was surprised by how much resistance it was giving. Her anus spread out slightly before sucking the ball shaped object back in. Her legs kicked up as she moaned.

"I was ah! curious. I didn't want to g-go vaginally because I was saving that for you."

"That's very forward." Anon commented, trying not to be any more aroused than he was. He pulled harder on the plug, causing her anus to stretch out over the ball form again. She moaned as it reached the halfway mark of the ball end. He had to strain for it not to get sucked back in. How it got inside her in the first place boggled his mind.

"You're the one pulling a dildo out of my as- I, oh god! Oh!" She moaned. "Can we talk after gaak!"

Pop!

With the rest of the knot pulled out, the dildo easily slid from her gaping pulsating hole. She panted heavily, "God, I'm so horny right now."

"That's gonna have to wait." Anon sighed, placing the dildo on a nearby drawer, "I've made up my mind. This adventure wasn't started by me moving forward with cold feet."

She looked at him with surprise, "You mean you'll d-" She was interrupted by him lifting her up and pressing his mouth against hers. Her eyes widened as a feeling like electricity surged through her whole body before melting into his embrace. Seconds felt like an eternity when his lips parted from hers. She panted heavily, trying to catch her breath, mind completely blank, "What, huff, what was that?" She asked, still feeling tingly.

He seemed to ponder for a minute, "That was me testing the waters of… whatever this is." He sat her back down on the bed, still looking deep in thought, "I think… I think I'm willing to try this."

"Really?" She said just a touch louder than intended. The affirmation made her loins burn with sensual want to their already aroused state, "Can we-"

"Not now." He cut her off, "We still have someplace to be, and now we are running a little late. In your state right now though, I would think you should reconsider."

Something was different about him. He stood straighter and looked sharper. It was the way he got when he moved forward without any doubts, she realized. Once his hesitation was gone, it would be difficult to stop him in anything.

It really turned her on, which also meant he had a point, "I'll stay home then. I'm gonna take a cold shower if you're not going to finish the job."

"Expect me later." The meaning behind that buzzed in his head. It was a weight inside him that bore the similar shape of responsibility and consequence. He'd carry it just like he'd carry this world's future. "I'll bring you back something to eat. Any requests?"

"Sapphires sound pretty good. If not those, then maybe some opals."

Anon nodded, "Very well, take care little one." He turned to go, but stopped at her voice.

"Daddy?"

He turned, "Yes?"

"I love you." He gave a warm smile and went back to her, kissing her on her forehead, "I love you too little one."

Despite having a ton on his mind, Anon did his best to enjoy his walk back to town. Nature wasn't really his scene, but it was a nice change of pace from his usual concrete jungle dwelling, and brought to mind the camping trips as a kid with his Grandpa Onceler. Those were the days…

It was after he got to town where his good mood soured completely. Rosey walked him into the market place when he spotted what looked like Fluttershy cowering in front of what he assumed to be a Griffon, but was only slightly bigger than a pony. The entire market froze, and a few ponies quaked in fear as the mare backed away from the aggressive predator that seemed to be stalking her, hackles raised and looked ready to pounce. Anon didn't have time to think in fear that this thing might attack the gentle and soft spoken pegasus.

Much to Rosey's dismay, he rushed over to the scene thinking back to when he played football in highschool. Without warning, he ran with a kick that met the side of the large cat bird. It seemed to have been inhaling moments before squawking as he knocked the wind out of the thing. The force he brought sent the griffon flying into the air before crashing into an apple stall. He took a deep breath as the adrenaline subsided. He looked at the victim, "Are you okay, Fluttershy?"

She just stood shocked as a bunch of ducklings scrambled to get behind their mother, "Anon! Wha~" She was cut off by the sound of a roar emerging from the splintered stand as the griffon got up. Durable little sucker. "I'm gonna kill whoever did that!" Marketeers backed away from the scene.

Anon stood in front of Fluttershy, "Are you sure you're up for the challenge that would ensue?" She turned to him, eyes widening in surprise for a second, but she forced herself to try and brush off the intimidating effect of the massive biped.

"What are you? Some kinda hairless gorilla? And a pony lover to top it off!" She spat as if marking it as an insult.

"I am Anonymous Nemo, Reproductive Officer of Equestria." She flinched at the title. Good. Anon thought, That means something to her. "By what right do you have to harm a defenseless bystander?"

"What's it to you, huh? That sissy pony got in my way!" She growled, "I wasn't gonna hurt her anyway. Just scare her off."

Anon raised a brow, "A simple, 'Hey, I'm walking here' before continuing on your way would have sufficed." As any good New Yorker would know. Anon crossed his arms and glared down at the creature, before turning to Fluttershy. "Do you have anything to say?"

She shrank a bit at the attention, but mustered up the courage from knowing that she was supported, "I, I was just trying to help a momma duck and her babies cross the road safely." She shrunk trying to look at the griffon, "I'm sorry I bumped into you…"

"Sorry doesn-"

"Enough!" Anon cut her off, "At this point you're just being a bully. She apologized, so just drop it!"

The griffon growled in anger, "Why you!" She leapt at him in rage with her claws fully extended, but was suddenly blasted back with a blue energy beam.

"Mind if I take it from here, sir?" Rosey asked.

"Go ahead." The man nodded, figuring she would probably be better equipped for this sort of thing.

Rosey kept her gaze on the griffon, "I request you to cease and desist." She instructed, but the griffon seemed to lose all reason as she roared back at her in rage, charging at the newest member of this conflict. Gilda swiped her talons at the maid, but she effortlessly ducked and weaved around the claws effortlessly while maintaining a neutral expression, "I'm warning you now. End this before you suffer worse consequences for your actions."

Suddenly a crowd formed around them, cheering on the battlemaid. This did not seem to improve the griffon's mood at not only being outmaneuvered by what she perceived as a prissy pony in a maid dress, but was now actively being humiliated in front of many ponies. Every time she missed, she grew more vicious and agitated to the point she began acting more and more like an animal, "Stay still you coward!" She was panting hard while Rosie seemed completely unfazed.

Rosie sighed, "Alright, I've seen enough." Her horn glowed. "I've given you fair warning."

"Hey! What the!?" Almost instantly the griffon was immobilized in a telekinetic grip.

Rosey walked up in front of the growling griffon. The icy glare she gave made her stop, "Gilda Romana Hearthstone," The griffins eyes widened, "In violation of Article 66, of both the Griffin-Pony accords, and Section B of the RO defense initiative, I hereby place you under arrest. You have the right to remain silent."

Suddenly the Griffon's eyes widened as her brain caught up with her, "Hold on! This is just-" She disappeared in a blue flash.

"Whew! Serves her right!" A pony cheered as others applauded.

"Nothing to see here citizens, carry on with your day." Rosey adjusted her spectacles and walked over to Anon.

"Wow, that was… really something. What did you do with her anyway?"

She allowed a smirk, "I started my career as one of Celestia's secret police force. Technically I still carry the title and authority. As for what I've done with her, she was sent to the Canterlot dungeons until her case can be reviewed. I'll have to file that later.

Much to everyone's surprise, the sound of a party horn blared, followed by the impossible appearance of Pinkie Pie over Fluttershy, "Yes yes yes yes yes! You two sure showed that mean bird! She went all like 'rawr!' And you were all like, ''kapow!' And she was all, 'ugh!' Then you were all standing there really cool all like, 'check please!' And now she is in jail!"

Anon chuckled and Rosie raised her brow at the sudden appearance of the energetic mare,

"Well, we couldn't leave a friend in a potentially dangerous situation." The man replied, "Honestly, I was probably a little quick to throw hands." A violent response probably wouldn't have been his first choice if he didn't think something like that griffon might have cause some legitamate harm. It was a predatory creature, and for all he knew could have been ready to eviscerate the gentle yellow pegasus.

As he pondered, his brow wrinkled as his mind latched onto something from the mouth running a mile a minute, "Wait, 'Check Please'?"

"Oh! It's a catch phrase for you two that I was working on!" The pink pony explained, as she bounced concerning close to his face, "Twilight said that you're like a hero or something, which clearly you are since you helped beat up that big meanie, and everypony knows heroes needs a catch phrase! So…" She made a dramatic pose, "Check Please!"

Rosey shook her head as Anon guffawed, "I'll admit, it's a good one, but I think I'll let you use that one. Seems to fit you better than us."

She gasped, "Really?! You think so?!" All of a sudden she was decked out in a trench coat and a fedora, "You're right. I'm feeling it! It's the perfect catch phrase to match my hard boiled personality!" She sucked on a pipe and blew out bubbles from her mouth, trying to look all suave.

She was just too adorable. "Man, I wish I could touch you, because you are just asking for pets or ear scritches." He was curious as to what effect his touch would have on the zany mare, but was wise enough to not even try, at least not without some kind of protection or countermeasure. Durable or not, he didn't fancy being in the blast radius of a possible magical explosion or worse.

Pinkie giggled, "Maybe later." Her outfit disappeared as she gave him her bedroom eyes.

He grinned at the implication, but was suddenly distracted by a small voice that had been trying to get his attention. "A-Anon… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get anypony arrested… Is she going to be okay?" The shy pegasus looked wary as she partially hid her face behind her mane. Anon's heart melted at the sight. That she would spare consideration to even those who were undeserving of it was a testament to her character. What a wholesome mare.

"She'll spend at most a day in the dungeon considering she hadn't done any lasting harm." Rosie answered, pushing up her spectacles, "Though I could make sure she stays locked up for good if need be."

Fluttershy gave a horrified look, "N-no. That's okay, really…"

"That meanie old bird was a big jerk, but I don't think even she deserves that." Pinkie added.

"Probably overkill." Anon nodded in agreement. "A day in jail ought to make her think twice about attacking such a sweet pony."

Fluttershy blushed at his compliment to her, "O-oh my…"

Rosie cleared her throat, "Ahem, yes. Perhaps now we can continue on to our social luncheon?"

"Ah, right." Anon remembered. The whole debacle nearly made him forget. "I imagine that was what you two were also heading for?"

"Yup yup yup!" Pinkie exclaimed, "After I was done spying on Gilda, of course."

"Gilda?" Anon questioned, "You mean the griffon?" He guessed.

Pinkie nodded her head vigorously. Before he could wonder why she was spying on the brutish creature, her motor mouth began racing once again, "She's one of Dash's old buddies who was coming for a visit, but I realised that she was actually a super meanie pants and tried telling Twilight about it, but she thought I was just being jealous, so I went out trying to see for myself just how mean she was when you came along to the rescue!"

Anon frowned, "I see, and you said she was one of Rainbow's friends?" That was a surprise considering the griffon accused him of being a 'pony lover'. His interactions with the pegasus speedster were often brief over the last week, but he figured that she was a better judge of character than that.

"Unfortunately." Pinkie said with slight disdain in her voice.

"I-I thought she looked familiar…" Fluttershy sighed softly, "She and Dashie had been friends since they were fillies. I always stayed away when they were together because Gilda was always kinda scary and possessive." She shivered at the thought as she seemed to shrink into herself.

Oh, well that's not good. Anon thought to himself. Not only was he involved with putting one of Rainbow Dash's friends in jail. But it was one of her longtime friends from childhood. That's probably not going to reflect well on him or Rosie in the pegasus' mind, but hopefully he will be able to calmly explain the situation to her. Surely he could reason with her without there being hard feelings, right? "Well, looks like we'll have to explain the situation to Rainbow at lunch. Would you ladies care to join me?"

Pinkie giggled while Futtershy blushed and looked away. "Okie doki loki!"

"I… I would like that."

"About time." Rosie grumbled as she led the way.

Author's Note

Not a lot of sauce this chapter, but guess you can say that Gilda is now a 'jailbird? Eh? Eh?

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... worth it...

To Be Continued...

(Posting it now, will likely tweak it later.)