You are Anonymous. You are currently in a pony prison in the town of Ponyville. You still don't get why everything is a pun here.

Other than that, Sugar has been really nice to you as of late. You'd suspect something, but she's a silly pony who does silly pony things. You're pretty sure this Overseer pone is the only one who's in the loop.

Sugar came up to you one day asking for belly rubs.

"Sorry, Sugar. My hands are tired." you say.

Sugar moves on for then. The next day, she asks you for belly rubs again.

"P-please Anonymous. I need this. I need this real bad." she says.

"No can do. Don't feel like it today, sorry." you say.

The next day, you woke up with your face being warm and it being hard to breathe. You sit there a moment, still groggy from the sleep. Ever since you stopped drinking what they served here, your sleep schedule has been getting progressively worse.

Then, you realize that something's on your face. You immediately grab whatever was on your face, and throw it to the nearest corner of the room. You haven't opened your eyes yet, but you still can hear a loud thump hitting the ground.

"WOAH. WHAT WAS THAT NOISE, ANON BRO? WHY'S THE GUARD IN HERE?" says Bulk Biceps as he walks on in from recess. You slept in late today, seeing as recess is at 11:00 AM.

"Guard? Ah hell. SUGAR." you say, now getting pissed.

"ANON. I NEED SPECIAL BELLY RUBS OR ELSE I WILL CRY AND CRY. I NEED IT." says Sugar, desparately.

"No belly rubs for bad pone. You interrupted my peaceful slumber, and I will not rub your belly any more, Sugar." you say. Sugar is saddened by this.

"Oh, Anon. Why won't you love me? I just want you to love me. I am a good pony! I am a good pony!" she frantically sputters.

"What? That's out of the ordinary, even for you, Sugar." you say. She blushes because she thought you called her sugar affectionately.

"O-oh, Anon! I knew you loved me! Anyone who calls me sugar like that.." she trails off. You hear liquid hitting the floor. You have to tell Bulk Biceps to stop spilling his protein shakes.

"YOU TWO ARE GOING OUT? OH DEAR CELESTIA, I BETTER TELL EVERYONE I CAN WITHIN A HUNDRED FOOT RADIUS ABOUT THIS! BE RIGHT BACK! HOOOYAH!" screams Bulk Biceps as he darts outside of the door.

"Sugar is your name." you say.

"Yeah?" Sugar replied.

"I called you by your name. I am not romantically interested in ponies. Ponies are weird," you say. "Pony pussy is gross."

You're pretty sure you angered someone by saying that, but that's not your major concern at the moment. Sugar looks like she just got grabbed by the pussy, and not a pleasurable grab either. Her face turns to a darker tone.

"Anon..." she says.

"Look, Sugar, I like you, but not that kind of like. Your butt is smelly. I do not like smelly butts." you say. You still have the slight smell of shit in your nostrils.

"I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow, Anon my dear!" she mewls out, right as she darts out the door.

Today will be a strange day.

You then decide you are hungry, and you want some food rations. You don't want any of the crap that they'll give you, you'll choose the most boring and bland thing they have in the cafeteria. Considering the fact that it is indeed lunchtime, you decide to go to the cafeteria.

Right as you begin to walk right on out the door, you slip on spilled protein shake and promptly land face-first on the ground. Your face is covered in...

Wait a moment...

This is protein shake.

It appears that Bulk Biceps really did spill a protein shake that he happened to be carrying. You're glad that it was just his protein shake.

You quickly wipe your face off, and then walk out the door into the hallway.

Lunchtime in pony prison meant that there were many a delectable item to eat. Eating was nice in this "prison," but you don't want any pony magic things inside your head making you an obedient dog. You sit down at your table with Tiger, who is patiently waiting on his turn to go to the lunch line.

"Hey." you greet, giving Tiger a lazy wave as you sit down in front of him. He grunts and gives you a nod of attention.

"What's new?" you ask, hoping that he'd have something interesting to say.

"The usual." he blandly says. You wonder why he's not being talkative.

"What's the usual?" you say, hoping to get something out of him. He gives you an annoyed look, and leans in.

"We're being watched by big bitch. Don't say anything off." he whispers in your ear. You wince from the hot dragon breath. You're pretty sure some hairs on your ear were burnt off. Since you're Anon, and you're a badass, you decide not to react too much to it and move on.

You give Tiger a knowing nod. By the look on your face, you're plotting something funny. You decide the best way to mess with the cameras currently pointed at you with scrutiny from the ceiling, is to say things that aren't too suspicious but still are strange.

"Boy, do I sure love education and school." you say, hoping Tiger would catch on.

"I like big books for big boys." Tiger spurts out. You see a hint of a grin.

"Mommy says people my age shouldn't suck their thumbs, you know? I'm this old and I still do it. It reminds me of her warm embrace." you say, trying to keep a straight face.

"I am a special boy." Tiger says. "I know because my mother told me."

"Oh yeah?" you add, "You can't be the special boy, I am the special boy here. My mommy is more mommy than your mommy." you say.

"Take that back! You do not mean that! My mother is the best mom! Your mom a bad!" pipes Tiger.

"My mommy has bigger breasts than your mother." you reply.

"That's it, don't make me do it." Tiger threatens.

"Do what?"

"That's it. You're no longer invited to my birthday party." Tiger finishes with a smug look. Both you and Tiger look up at the ceiling, and notice that the cameras are no longer focused on you. A small scuffle had erupted in the lunch line where Edge tried to cut in line, and was promptly subdued by guards and then taken elsewhere. That event was apparently more interesting than two foreign beings conglomerating at a lunch table. You laugh internally. That'll show him.

A guard then comes by, and releases you and Tiger to the lunch line where you then get food. The rest of the lunch "period" went smoothly. You didn't notice that Sugar was keeping a close eye on you from the other side of the cafeteria.

Lunch ends, and you are sent back to your cell as the intercom ordered. You decide to catch up on some sleep because the magic was no longer affecting you. You need the energy to make it through. You look at the digital clock on your bedside table, and figure that you have a few free hours to do whatever. Today's just a normal day where nothing much goes on. You get on the bed and curl up in a fetal position.

Who knew that watching Anonymous sleep could be so much fun? You're now Sugar, by the way. Anonymous has been denying you of the one thing that keeps your life going. You need the sweet, sweet, sweet, saucy belly rubs to get your juice going.

You crave the way his hands rub up against your soft, vulnerable pony belly. You want his hands on your chest fluff. You want his hot monkey d-

You shake that thought out of your head. You need belly rubby time. You need it bad. It's intoxicating like a drug. You watch him eagerly from the side of his bed, watching every twitch he makes, listening to the sweet music of his gentle breathing. You received orders to do anything you must to subdue him mentally, but you already know that Anon loves you and would never betray you. You know that You would live a happy life with belly rubs. You would do anything to take him for yourself. Why does he play coy with you?

You wonder what's going on in his dreams. Is he dreaming about you? You know that he's dreaming about you of course. He loves you. Why else would he give you belly rubs?

You are Anonymous, and you're dreaming. You currently can't tell if you're dreaming or not, you're just currently in a state of mental numbness as you watch what unfolds in front of you. You're watching two beings fight each other. You think one of them is sun horse, ruler of all pony land.

"Go do the hand ball thing, Celesto. You've got like, three horns probably." you say. You wonder how many fingers you have, so you look down at your hand only to realize you've never had a hand.

"Silly me. I've forgot it at Walmart."

You are Sugar. Anonymous is so adorable when he sleeps. Sometimes he says some things.

"Hands." says Anon in a hushed, strained voice. Your heartbeat quickens.

You can't take any more, you feel like you're going to burst. You decide the best course of action is to leave the premises. The belly rubs will soon be yours for the taking.

"I shall see you soon, Anonymous. I can't wait!" you say to yourself, giving him one last look before rushing out the door.

Author's Notes:

Inspiration has struck, my friend. Thus begins the Sugar High arc.