Anon just wants to live a simple life, that is until he somehow ended up in pastel pony land with the powers of an Eldritch God that surpasses even Discord himself. Some fun slice of life stuff where Anon lives a rather bizarre but simple life.
A depressed Anon, aided by countless books on psychology and philosophy, tries his luck at being a therapist for the fluffy ponies that surround him. Do ponies even have the problems he deals with? Do ponies even need the help he can offer?
Ponicemares risk skinned knees and noogies for the sake of the innocent. Now, if only Anon could get out of this desk job and actually make a difference... (RGRE) {This story has two versions, the last chapter is the first person version.}