Anon Filly Bucks Up the World

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"Why are we here?" One of life's greatest mysteries. To one human turned filly, the answer is; "Sitting here while the princesses try to figure out what to do with me."

"They CLEARLY know I should be impossible. And yet, here I am. The mind of an alien, in the body of a juvenile horse girl. Damn you RNGesus! I could've had wings, or a horn, or BOTH. Hell, I could be an ADULT at least! But NOOOOOOOOOOO. Just one of those USELESS mud ponies with a fucking QUESTION MARK on my ass! Discord, if this was your fault, I'm gonna fuck you in the vagina with a baseball bat covered in turpentine laced barbed wires!" She fumes, her visible pouting growing more and more prevalent.

At this point, she's not even paying any attention to what the princesses are talking about. All she knows at this very moment, is that she's angy. "Stupid candy ass, sparkle ass, USELESS ASS princesses! I don't even GET to see the better ones cause they retired! NOW how am I supposed to see their finely-aged to perfection asses!"

"Well, miss Anon, was it? We think we've found a solution for your living situation for the time being. Until we can see if it's even possible to return you to your home world." Princess Sparklebutt addresses the little green ball of hate.

"I TOLD you, my name is ANNIE! GET IT RIGHT WORM-BRAIN!" Anon shouts angrily, still not really accepting the name.

"Well, Annie isn't exactly a name any pony would have, and given your question of a mark, Anonymous suits you well, little filly." Twilight says calmly, doing her absoLUTE best to reflect her mentor right now, after the worm comment.

Anon growls. "For the last time, I'M NOT A FILLY!"

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Anon now finds herself sitting in the living room of her new foster mother; Bellbottom, a mare with a golden coat, indigo eyes, and a silver mane and tail. Her mark is that of two golden bells with a silver ribbon lacing them together. All in all, she thinks this was probably the best of her options, now that she's laid eyes upon the MILF mare's thicc ass dumpy of a rump.

"I CAN'T believe she's still not taken yet. Are the stallions in this town blind!? Or... maybe there's just less of them around, and she got unlucky? Eh, whatever the case, ho-ly MOMMA." Anon thinks to herself giddily.

That is, until she sees a small colt walk into the room, curiously peeking at the new arrival. This causes Anon to freeze up.

"... That explains it. She's a ho. That, or he's also adopted... Why'd she need multiple adopted children anyway? IS SHE GONNA COLLECT US FOR SOME KIND OF RITUAL SACRIFICE!?" Anon begins to panic, her chest moving in a comical manner as she hyperventilates.

"Now, don't be rude to your new sibling Aster. Go introduce yourself." Bellbottom says gently, ushering her son out.

The colt is silver, with golden eyes, and an ash gray mane and tail. With an asterisk as his mark. Said colt's mouth is currently moving.

"Wait a minute, an asterisk? And I have a question mark... Is she collecting punctuation ponies or something?" She continues to think to herself, only barely registering that Aster was speaking. "Eh? Could you repeat that, I wasn't listening."

"I s-said hi... M-my name is Aster Risk..." The colt barely gets out, clearly shy.

Anon deadpans. "Oh no. No, no, NO! If he thinks I'm cute or whatever, he can put a cork in his dick RIGHT NOW." Anon thinks, miffed. "Anonymous." She says coldly, her uncaring stare causing the colt to shiver a bit more. "Pussy."

"From this day on, you two are brother and sister. Any questions?" Bellbottom asks.

Anon raises her hoof. "Yeah, was Aster adopted too, or is he yours?"

Bellbottom shakes her head. "No, no dear Anon. Aster here is my son, through and through."

"Interesting..." Anon thinks, rubbing her hooves together deviously, with a grin to match. "I wonder if I can get away with usurping this spineless dipshit as the favorite... No, wait, then he might get some kind of superpower and defeat me. I don't need Joestar syndrome working against me."

"Make sure you get settled into your room Anon, you start school tomorrow.~" Bellbottom half-sings out, trotting into the kitchen.

Anon unabashedly stares at the older mare's rear as she leaves. "Wait a minute, school? Oh, right. School of friendship. Fucking... damnit. Now I have to do kid stuff. This sucks balls."