Anon Rules The Everfree Forest

by nameundetermined


Chapter Three - Wherein Diplomatic Visitation Is Arranged And A Friendly Discussion Ensues.

You are once more, after what feels like a strangely long time, the ruler of the Ever Free and Festival Director, Anonymous, and man. You’ve really outdone yourself this time.

You blow softly through your teeth as you inspect the location of your upcoming festival, held within the newly erected walls of your castle grounds. The Deer had been a bit butthurt about you manicuring the place as much as you did, but they were more than willing to accept a bit of land development, as a treat. Especially after all of the trade and free movement concessions you were willing to give them. Of course, that was more just icing on the cake, essentially making sure they knew you were cool with them doing stuff in what was essentially already their land in the first place. Nah, what really sold them was your little plan, which you are currently diligently working to set into motion by taking care of all of the necessary roles expected from one of your stature. Like standing in the middle of this empty field and occasionally pointing at things and frowning very seriously while you watch everyone else work, and occasionally telling people they are doing a good job and telling them what they should do next when they finish doing a task. All of those years of watching how your manager at work did things is really paying off now.

You give a small yawn and stretch out a bit, hopping from foot to foot to energize yourself a bit. Jokes aside all of this supervising has been taking up a lot of your time, some of which would normally be spend sleeping or having lunch, but hey, it’s a small price to pay to see it all coming together even just a little bit faster, and if it frees up a few more hands to do the real hard work, even better!

Things are proceeding almost exactly according to plan. Always a surprise around here, but certainly never an unwelcome one. As you keep a watchful eye on your dutiful if…grouchy subjects hard at work making your vision come to life, you have to admit it really is quite satisfying watching all of these busy little worker birds milling about, getting shit done.

However your brief moment of satisfaction is cut all the shorter by the lithe little bluebird of a griffon landing beside you, adjusting his newly acquired red black and green sash, dutifully in the wake of his nading to make sure the pin of a the golden boughs was displayed prominently before speaking. “Anon, there you are!”

“Ah, Beobachter Gallus, very good. Tell me, how are the invitations going?”

Well, The Dogfathers Have agreed to send a Capo each a diplomatic representative, The Dragons are currently engaged in a wrestling tournament to name a representative, so that is going about as well as he could have hoped, Zecora is currently waiting for you in your sitting room to discuss the response of the Princes of the Farisi Kingdoms.” He says, looking a bit unnerved, rubbing at the back of his neck before clearing his throat and continuing on. “King Aspen will, of course, be in attendance. The Corporatist Oligarchy of Minos will be sending a high ranking executive officer as a representative. Queen Chrysalis has agreed to attend the event provided you meet with her personally and there is a written agreement to halt any and all hostilities for the duration of the event. The Buffalo are apprehensive, but will be sending a young cow with ties to friends in Equestria as a delegate. Prince Rutherford himself will be visiting as the Yakyakistan representative, which honestly shocked me considering the Yaks have been isolationist for decades since the end of the Wars of Blood and Soil. Discord, Despite having not been invited, has informed me that he will be in attendance as a representative of…Chaosville. And lastly, Grandpa Gruff managed to convince the other Elders to visit for the Festival. Apparently they were all pretty stoked when they heard about your plan. But are you really gonna…”

You cut him off with a gentle finger to the beak “Shhhhhhhh…shshshshh…Gallus, you silly little twink. You should know better than that by now. When I say I am going to do something totally unhinged, what do I usually end up doing?”

As you withdraw your finger from his beak he rolls his eyes for a moment and says with a hint of hesitation. “Y...you do it? And then for some reason it works?”

You beam at him and smile, putting your hands on your hips and nodding “Exactly! Trust me, this is going to go great.”

“Well, if you say so, I’ve trusted you with dumber decisions.”

“Hey, Basehead Gary did an amazing job on that mural in my throne room, and I won’t take any slander. It was totally worth the forty of malt liquor and strip of beef jerky he asked for.”

Gallus inhales slowly, then lets out a patient, shuddering breath. “I’m…I’m going to go see how Gustav is coming along with the dishes for the feat and the uh, festival fare. I’ll talk to you later.”
As your trusted right wing griffon takes off to attend matters beyond your immediate interest, you take a deep breath and spend a few more moments admiring the handiwork of your people before heading back towards the castle. You have an important meeting regarding foreign affairs with a very lovely lady, and you would hate to keep her waiting.

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To the surprise of noone in particular, you in fact, continue to be Anonymous. You enter your sitting room, a rather cozy affair with a number of sentimental possessions on display, to find Zecora sitting near the window, seeming somewhat antsy. Not a good look on her, you decide, nor one you are terribly used to. You decide to break the ice by busting out some of the ol’ Anon Style.

“Yooooo, Zecora, what’s up my Zi-”

“My Apologies Anon, to be so abrupt, but your levity I must interrupt. This is not an attempt to revoke your pass, but a more serious attitude of you I must ask.” She says gently but firmly as she gives you a kind but firm look.

You take a moment to collect yourself, doing your best to look serious as you take your seat at the other side of the desk, leaning forward a bit. “Alright. Sorry, I almost forgot how stressful dealing with the folks back home can be for you. Sorry to use you as a conduit for diplomacy like this, but you’re my only avenue of communication with Farisi.”

She gives a small sigh and shakes her head. “I was caused no stress by your simple request. I can see that my assistance was for the best. Perhaps another time, I shall tell you the tale of why thoughts of my homeland cause the heart to ail. But for now the matter of hoof presides. You will be surrounded soon by strangers on all sides. I simply wished to speak with you, friend to friend, with such a crucial moment around the bend. You have been quite a busy creature, i cannot help but worry that you may endanger your health with such an awful hurry.”

You smile a bit wider and shake your head with a small chuckle. “Awe, c’mon now Zecora, you know I like to live fast and eat uh…nevermind, serious, I almost forgot. Anyway yeah, things are fine! Sure it’s been a bit of a hustle getting things together on such short notice, but everyone else is working just as hard as I am, a lot of them even harder. It wouldn’t be right for me as a leader to just sit back and rest while I know everyone else is out here working their various rear anatomical segments off to make this happen.”

She smiles at this and slowly nods. “Your attitude is noble, befitting your rule. You once more prove to be quite wise…for a fool.” She says, grinning as she gestures to a teapot next to her, still steaming pleasantly. “But even kings need a bit of rest. Why not have tea with a friend and get it all off of your chest?” She says as she prepares a cup for you the way you enjoy it, extra cream, minimal sugar, as strong as it’ll brew.

You smile a bit wider, stifling another yawn and nodding. “Heh, yeah yeah, sure. I guess a bit of caffeine couldn’t hurt.” you say, taking your cup and sipping at it, preparing to spill well, the tea.

But before you can start Gushing over Basehead Gary’s amazing work on your throne room mural, you begin to feel rather…tired, sleepy even. That sly bitch.

“...My dick better have a lipstick ring when I wake u-” Is all you manage to utter as you succumb to being roofied by the little striped horse across from you, not even able to fully claim the contentment of getting the last word as the bedtime blend does it’s handiwork.

Zecora simply chuckles as she gets out of her seat and throws your body over her back, trotting you back to your bedchambers to allow you a well earned rest. “A tempting proposal, but no, not yet. The mares of the plains you'll find, are harder to get.”