>"Come on. Move!"
>Twilight Sparkle stares angrily at the wriggling mass of flesh trapped inside a glass dome on her desk.
>The recently ascended princess flips through her notes before sighing in frustration.
>"Chaos Worms are supposed to… cause chaos!"
>*Poke* *Poke*
>She prods the bunch of invertebrates in an attempt to cause a reaction.
>…
>Nothing.
>*Yawn*
>"I guess I'll just have to finish this experiement tomorrow."
>The purple p0ny huffs out of her workroom, leaving her little experiment to pulsate alone in the dark.
"Ha ha ha ha ha…"
>Your form silently shifts back into it's usual discordant physique, and you gleefully toss the lampshade from your disguise off frame.
>As you wring your hands menacingly, the Chaos Worms take note of their master and begin to spell out a phrase.
>HEY_BOSS
"Not very poetic. I'm frozen in stone for… how many years?"
>*Slither*
>1,037
"Right, 1,037 years- and that's all you have to say?"
>MEH
"Ooh, I have missed my sarcastic slimeballs so much!"
>You pat the mound before bringing your face close to eye your minions.
"Hmm… One of these things is not like the other, one of these things is…
>A quick tap on a Chaos Worm and a bright flash later, a single worm is-
"GONE! Ah ha ha ha! This should take that pretentious princess down a peg… asus wing… *snort* or two!"
>The Chaos Worms crawl into position as you guffaw to yourself.
>1,037_YEARS_IS_A_LONG_TIME
>*Slide*
>YOUR_SENSE_OF_HUMOR
>*Slide*
>IS_OUTDATED_A_BIT
>…
>You really should teleport them into the sun for that.
>They're just lucky that you are more interested in causing some chaos, and a missing mound of mucus-eaters may cause more mayhem with Sparkle than you can manage.
>That, and Celestia didn't exactly enjoy the last time you teleported a throbbing piece of meat inside her. 
>With your task completed, you give a final laugh before warping back to Canterlot.
>This should be fun.
 
>*Chirp* *Chirp*
>The morning sun casts its rays over the hillside at Sweet Apple Acres prompting the birds to begin their early song.
>For you, however, work started thirty minutes ago.
>"All right, Anon. We only got three acres ta harvest today, so enjoy the slow day!"
>You chuckle quietly to yourself.
>A 'slow day' huh?
>An orange mare taps her hoof impatiently beneath you as you collect some straggler apples hanging high in a tree.
>She starts walking once you jump down and dump your small collection of fruit into the wagon behind her.
>It's hard work here on the farm, but hey, what can you say?
>You love apples.
>It's one of the few Equestrian foods that you can regularly enjoy with others, and the work manages to keep you in shape.
>Really it's a win-win.
>*Crack*
>Applejack bucks another tree, causing it's products to fall into the wagon.
>"Anon."
>You nod to the earthp0ny and swiftly climb the tree, once again picking the few remaining apples hidden amongst the leaves.
>It's nice working with AJ, she has an almost perfect buck, occasionaly missing only 3 - 5 apples per tree per kick.
>Big Mac has a better record, but is not as much fun to work with.
>Still, he's much better than Applebloom.
>The one time you worked with her, she got almost no apples on any buck.
>You snuck around the backs of the trees and hit them the same time she did to get her a better yield.
>She was just so excited that she was bouncing off the walls at the end of the day.
>Sure, you might have collapsed when you got home that night, but seeing that little filly smile so big…
>Well, sentimentality isn't something you like to devote time to.
>…
>It was worth it though.
>You return to the world of the working and jump back to the ground.
"All clean, you got 'em all that time."
>Applejack adjusts her stetson and grins.
>"Ah told ya' Ah'm gettin' better. Might not need ya' pretty soon…"
>She winks at you, letting you know that she's joking before she pulls the cart to another tree.
*Crack*
>Up you go.
>For the first few branches, everything seems fine.
>Then you see it.
>A great, big, juicy red apple, right near the top of the tree.
>You climb up next to it and pluck it with a satisfying snap.
>It's almost too beautiful for words.
>The skin texture is smooth without being glossy and the-
>*pop*
>A worm burrows out of the apple and wiggles, almost as if waving at you.
>So much for beautiful.
>You bleakly toss the apple over your shoulder, taking care to not have it fall into the wagon.
>One bad apple and such…
>"Oh, Anon! Giving me gifts already? You do move fast."
>The whole world seems to go quiet as you slowly turn to face your unsolicited guest.
>Fluttershy is licking the apple.
>Licking might not be a strong enough verb actually, slobbering seems more appropriate.
>Sensing that things are about to get wierd-
>"Mmmmm *Slurp* Mmmmmmmm"
>…
> -er, you climb down the tree.
>"What took ya' so long, Anon?"
"Sorry Applejack. Looks like you got everything in this tree too, on to the next one?"
>The farmp0ny raises an eyebrow before nodding.
>"Well alright then."
>The rest of the day goes by without incident.
>Fluttershy must have thought fruit licking or something equally stupid was your fetish.
>God, every day with that fetish crap!
>When Applejack had first described her to you, she made Fluttershy sound like some kind of p0ny Jane Goodall.
>But in reality, she's just a animal enthusiast with a creepy obsession for you.
>You might have taken it as misguided affection, but ever since the swimsuit incident she's been getting worse.
>She's woken you up at 3:00 AM before to "serenade" you.
>Others would say she tried to blow you while singing, again, at 3:00 AM.
>And the Twinkie incident-
*Gag*
>"You ok there, sugarcube?"
>Applejack places a hoof on your back and hands you a cold mug of cider.
"Heh heh, yeah."
>You take a swig of the sweet beverage.
*Glup*
"Ah~ Just, remembered something bad. How are we looking?"
>The orange farmp0ny frowns and downs a few gulps of cider from her own mug.
>"Well, the summer harvest is almost over, but we still have a fourth of the total crop ta' do."
>She sighs, frustrated, before sitting next to you on the Apple family porch.
>The glow of the setting sun transforms the orchards into beautiful shades of red and orange.
>You close your eyes and breath in the delectable scent of blossoming apples.
>Now would probably be a good time.
"Hey Applejack, I-"
>"Anon! Hey, Anon!"
>Applebloom runs around the corner of the house, dressed in a garish mask and cape.
>Behind her are her cohorts and fellow fillies, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle.
>Both are, of course, wearing their own masks of equal, and somehow in Sweetie Belle's case; more, garishness.
>You know something bad is about to happen, but just look at those faces!
>How could you run and hide from those?
"Yes? What is it?"
>The trio arrive at the porch side and begin speaking at Mach 5.
>"We know how we can get our cutie marks!"
>"Yeah! All we need to do-"
>The orange pegasus moves to the left.
>"-is become…"
>Sweetie moves to the right.
>Each strikes a dramatic pose that would embarrass Captain Ginyu himself before screaming in unison.
>"Cutie Mark Crusader Luchadores!"
>…
>Thi-
>You-
>Wha-
>…
>Applejack's and yours stares of confusion must have been some kind of silent GO! switch, because the young p0nies spring into action.
>"Get him!"
>All three of the Cutie Mark Crusader Luchadores tackle you.
>"I, La Campana, will take his leg!"
>Sweetie Belle hugs your leg in an adorable attempt to suplex you.
>"I, Aventador de el Arco Iris, will take his stomach!"
>Scootaloo grapples with your abdomen.
>"And I, La Manzana" will take his head!"
>Applebloom tugs at your neck.
>Their antics cause you to burst out in laughter.
>"Girls, get off've Anon! He and Ah were talkin'!"
>The trio groan and release their 'strangle hold' on you.
>"We were just tryin' ta' get our cutie marks… Now we'll never know if this was how we'd do it..."
>Defeated, they hang their heads and sulk.
>Uh oh, sadness…
>Not something children should have to deal with.
"Bwa! HA! HA! You niñas thought you could defeat-"
>You quickly take of your shirt and take out your pocket knife.
>A few cuts here, a few tears there, and you've done the mask of-
"El Mono Mano!"
>You wink at Applejack and she shakes her head while chuckling.
>The CMCL's faces light up as you rush towards them, flexing theatrically all the way.
>Guess it wasn't the right time after all, but that doesn't matter…
>All three luchadores grab your right shin and attempt to lift you.
>Playing along, you and throw yourself over them, landing in a puddle of mud near the water pump.
>You can always show Applejack later.
>Laughter rolls over the hillsides as the smiling faces of three little fillies outshines even the brilliance of the evening sky.
 
>[Later that night]
>"G'night Granny."
>You shut Granny Smith's door and trot over to Applebloom's room to check on her.
>She's sound asleep.
>Playing with Anon really tired her out.
>A grin spreads across your face as you return to your room for the night.
>He's really great.
>How he manages to have so much energy at the end of the day, you'll never know.
>Crawling into bed, you picture him in his silly outfit.
>White mask stained with mud and sweat.
>His strong build glistening in the sunlight…
"Woah there girl, back up!"
>You shake your head to get rid of the image.
>What are you doing?
>You can't just imagine something like THAT with someone.
>Besides, Anon would never-
>You curl up under the covers of your bed.
>With you…
>…
>At least you will see him again tomorrow.