//------------------------------// // Reactions // Story: Adventures of thestral Anon // by ImNew2023 //------------------------------// Gathered in the Twilight’s new castle, the Mane 6 and Spike tried to come up with a solution to their most pressing issue. “Kill them” Rainbow suggested. “Rainbow Dash you KNOW that’s not an option” Applejack scolded the Pegasus. “Why not? They’re just clones. It’s the Pinkie Pie copy fiasco we had years back all over again” she dismissed. “They aren’t just clones Rainbow, I’ve examined every square inch of them” Twilight began to explain. “Yeah you like examining Nonny don’t you Twilight?” Pinkie said in a teasing tone. Excluding Twilight herself the girls started giggling behind their hooves.  “This is serious, they aren’t clones like the ones Pinkie created. Their biological and magical make up is indistinguishable from real ponies, and they seem to have developed a level of sentience that the previous clones didn’t have. I think they may be… real”  The room went silent for a few moments. The concept of SIX Anon’s wracking the brains of the girls and Spike. “Whelp, I’m moving” Rainbow said getting down from her chair. “I’ll second that darling, it was nice knowing all of you but I’m off to Manehattan” Rarity followed. “Wait girls!” Twilight protested. “Yeah I’m going to go reconnect with my own kind” Spike said carrying a tiny suitcase. “Spike sit back down at once young dragon!” Twilight ordered. “Twilight, we’ve spent nearly four years trying to survive the antics of one Anon. What do you think SIX will be capable of?” Rainbow asked. Instead of recoiling in fear as they hoped she would. Twilight gained a light blush as her ears dropped and a small string of drool came out the corner of her mouth. “Twilight?” Fluttershy asked, snapping the princess out of her trance. “Wait-wah? So you’re all jumping ship? Come on I know Anon is a little crazy. But what’s the worse that could happen?” Twilight asked, not knowing the doom she had unleashed upon the world. … “Role call!” Anon called out. Secretary of Foreign Affairs Zebranon?” “Here” “Director of the CIA and FBI Changeanon?” “Here” “Secretary of Defence Peganon?” “Here” “Secretary of the Interior Ponanon?” “Here” “Secretary of Science Unianon?”  “Here” Stood in a General Eisenhower cosplay with each of his clones wearing traditional US soldier helmets. “Ok, we’ve locked ourselves in the throne room for nearly three hours. With our combined IQ and the finest education the state of Florida could provide we have came up with the answer to the oldest question in human history” our Anon said pointing a stick as a whiteboard with several graphic pictures drawn on it. “We have come to the conclusion that if you have sex with an alternate universe version of yourself it would not be gay, incest or sex because fundamentally they are still you, therefore it counts as masterbation” Anon explained. The six of them sat quietly for a few seconds, Changeanon coughing slightly. “But we’re not going to have sex with each other right?” Peganon asked. “Of course not, we’ve just proven it’s ok by math” Anon explained. “Which also means if you guys had sex with Cream I wouldn’t be a cuck because in the end of the day you’re me… I think?”  “I think we might be forgetting something” Ponanon said raising his front hoof. “And what is that Ponanon?” Anon asked. “I don’t know that why I said I think we’ve forgotten something” Ponanon explained. The group nodded in agreement. They had all forgotten something because they are all literally Anon. “Well if it was important we wouldn’t have forgot it” Zebanon argued. “Agreed” Peganon said nodding his head. … Cream Heart, after getting over the inital shock (and excitement) of there being six versions of her husband knocking about. Began to worry. “Cadence, I need some advice” she asked. Visiting the section of the palace inhabited by the Armour/Amor family, Cream Heart sat at a small table opposite Cadence. “Of course, how can I help?” Cadence asked. “Well… you know how there are six Anons now” she began. At the mention of this new fact Cadence, despite technically being immortal, physically aged five years. “And I know the other five aren’t my Anon, but…” Cream continued. “You have feelings for them?” Cadence asked, having a knack for this kind of thing. “Not exactly, when we got married Anon and I stopped fooling around with other mares, no more threesome, no more foursomes, no more having him and Big Mac spit roast me and Cherlee” Cream continued. “I’m sorry what was that last one?” Cadence asked, having almost spat her drink out hearing those words. “It’s ok they said something along the lines of “it’s not gay if it’s in a four way” but that’s not the point. My point is that I know Anon probably won’t want to share now that we’re married, and I’m fine with that. But the thought of them going off to be with other mares… I know it shouldn’t but it upsets me” Cream explained. This was a difficult case for Cadence. As she’s never had to deal with something like this… but I doubt anyone in the history of the kingdom ever has. “This is a… strange case, but I think the best thing to do is sit Anon down, and talk this over like calm, normal, adu-“ Cadence began before getting interrupted. Throwing the doors open, the Anons were stood in the doorway waving pieces of paper in their hooves. “Don’t worry Creamy, we did math and I’m not a cuck if we run a train over you” Anon said with plentiful relief in his voice. This wasn’t how Cream expected today to go. But she really should have given up on that when she married Anon. “I’m sorry what?” She asked, almost choking on her breath. “Well we did the math, and it turns out that it’s just like playing a hivemind in Stellaris. You can’t have fun oppressing people, because your literally all me” Anon explained. Not that anyone other than the Anons knew what a Stellaris was. “I mean we did own that lithoid race” Unianon remembered. “How do you oppress a rock? How?” Anon asked rhetorically. “Um, excuse me?” Cadence asked. “Yep what’s up?” Anon asked. Instead of responding, Cadence pointed under the table. Looking under it Cream and the Anons saw a small, snow white, goo covered foal resting on the floor. An umbilical cord connecting her to Cadence. “Oh my alligators, you gave birth!” Changeanon said squealing lightly. “All over our nice clean  floor” Anon stated, less excited about the situation. “Well don’t just stand there! Go get Shining!” Cream Heart snapped at her husbands. “And then go wait for me in our room, I’ll get Pinkie to watch the kids~” she whispered afterwards. Licking her lips lightly. By the time Celestia and Luna got there to meet their new great-neice, they found six exhausted Anons and one very happy Cream Heart.