Anon stumbles upon a deceased Rarity. He doesn’t know why she’s dead, so he decides to inquire his friends about it. They don’t know either, they also don’t seem to really care in all honesty.

Who done it? Why did they done it? Will Anon find the reason behind his friends cognitive dissonance? Will Rarity get her funeral?

Who knows, honestly.

I do. The answer is no.

Anon is low on cash.

Well actually, he’s not low on cash but rather bits. He’s also recently been turned into a unicorn mare, but that’s not important. What is important is that Anon decided to rob a pony bank, for pony currency, and that it also ended rather poorly.

Artwork found here.

The human known as Anon is sick and tired of the rules of the universe—at least the one he’s found himself in at the moment. So he decides to pick a fight with the pony equivalent of Jesus.

Nothing good ensues.

Anon is a macho manly man. He’s tough and resilient, coarse and rough. He takes no crap from anything or anyone. He is a strong independent green bean. He slays poon like no tomorrow.

He also has a griffin girlfriend. He likes it when she gives him cuddles.

Anon and Co. go out for dinner to have some good vibes and even gooder pizza. His friends were prepared for a wonderful outing, that’s not what they got.

Or, Anon is a full grown man who refuses to eat the crust from pizza and gets his comeuppance.

Anon’s found himself in hot water, and a courtroom. Why is he in a courtroom? Oh, no major reason I can assure you!

Just the transportation of 152,870 pounds of crack cocaine.

Your name is Anon and you are a human living in a society run by ponies.

You have no human friends—probably because you’re the only one. But that’s all right, you’ve got some pony friends and they’re pretty groovy. You just wish they’d tone down the ironic erotic energy they constantly exuded while around you.

I mean. There’s no way they were really that sexually charged, at least towards you. Right?

...right?

Well, good thing Rarity is right there!