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Twilight sits calmly on her throne, Spike right by her side. Their presence is enough to give the other a sense of calm camaraderie in the throne room. That calm is suddenly breached when a pegasus guard bursts in, carrying stacks of newspapers, and sporting a few tomato stains in his fur.

This didn't bode well.

"Princess Twilight! Everypony's gone mad! The streets are full of rioting, ponies are yelling at each-other. And worst of all! They're being racist!" The frantic guard spews as Spike collects and looks over the newspapers, showing them to Twilight.

Her face is contorted in abject horror. "Dear Celestia."

The guard continues. "Even worse, the nobleponies and other unicorns are barricading the city! They're using some kind of shield bubble, but it only allows unicorns through!"

"But, how did they get access to guard magic? Only our top guardsponies should know that spell." Twilight inquires, fearing the answer.

"That's just it, Princess. Our own guards are in on it!" The pegasus guard answers, just as the throne room doors are slammed open.

"GET THAT DIRTY FEATHERED BIRD OUT OF THERE!"

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Cadence and Flurry look aghast at the crowds forming on the streets. One in particular is listening intently to a hooded figure atop a soapbox as two other crowds of ponies duke it out, throwing things at one another and even getting into hoofie fights. Disharmony is spreading fast among the ironically named empire. But perhaps, the worst offense of all, is the toppling of the statue depicting Spike, the Brave and Glorious. Shining Armor enters the throne room, barricading it, as a letter from Twilight materializes in front of Cadence's snout. Opening it, the trio read it silently. The hastily written letter seems to have some stains on it, confirming the worst. Twilight was captured. The trio turn, as they hear the door being bashed.

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Anon looks wistfully up at the crystal palace, watching the crystal ponies pour into it from different angles, segregating one another even in their united efforts to dethrone the 'filthy everybreeds' occupying the throne. Before much longer, Anon will be the only one left in power, over all three races, separately across her identities. What's even better, news of her exploits are spreading across all of Equestria like wildfire. Ponies are dividing even in the towns she's never visited. All that's left, is to pay Zecora's hut a visit out in the Everfree. If that amulet is still there, Anon will find it.

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Zecora hums a tune in her hut, seems age has treated her well. The zebra mare gathers various ingredients from the shelves, a particular little green filly silently taking some of the dry ingredients via fishing line. The fishing pole is raised high against the wall and ceiling, stuck through the glassless window. When Zecora goes to check her ingredients, she notices she's missing some of what she needs. Unaware she's being watched, Zecora exits her hut, trotting off to find what she's looking for.

"Perfect. Now she'll be occupied for a bit." Anon snickers, leaving the stolen missing ingredients out in the bushes.

Making her way inside properly, she begins to poke around for any hollowed, hidden compartments. The first one she finds, has an absolutely MASSIVE horse dildo stowed within. Shutting that one almost immediately, Anon dry heaves.

"I did NOT need to see that!" Anon shakes her head vigorously, before going back to her search.

Eventually, Anon finds exactly what she's looking for. An old, engraved wooden box. Opening it eagerly, she finds the Alicorn Amulet inside, pristine as the day it was put in there. Clasping it around her neck, Anon feels a rush of power. Now, she can become whatever race she wants, and teleport on a whim, among other things.

Just as Zecora opens the door, she barely catches a glimpse of the green filly, before a blinding flash of light fills the hollowed out tree home. Zecora drops the ingredients, looking at the empty box in disbelief, and worry.

Author's Note

And thus, Anon became what she'd turned the citizens against. Don't worry, the princesses aren't dead. Ponies wouldn't think of doing such things without SIGNIFICANT coercion.