>Be Anon

>A suicide attempt left you in Equestria just over a week ago.
>Specifically, Ponyville.
>You hadn't told any of the ponies how you got here, but they accepted you with open arms despite not knowing what you were or where you came from.
>Especially helpful was Twilight Sparkle, who had taught you a lot of things about pony culture, and gave you a place to stay in return for letting her do a lot of research on "humans" and answering all of her questions about your kind.
>Despite calling yourself "Anonymous," you're generally pretty open about yourself and humans in general.
>The simple cottage she arranged for you to live in wasn't the nicest place, but it suffices well enough.
>And her constant pestering isn't actually that annoying.

>On your eighth day of being here, you wake up on your own accord.
>By now you've gotten used to being woken up by Twilight, ready to ask some more questions or analyze your body some more
>Failing that, maybe Pinkie Pie trying to throw you another party, or Rainbow Dash telling you to watch her do another new trick.
>Once, it was even Fluttershy asking you to pet some of her animals.
>It's really not the worst thing in the world.
>Today though, nobody's here to bother you.
>Guess they're all busy or something.

>After lying in bed for a little while, you get up unceremoniously.
>They must really be busy.
>Not like you were waiting for them, or anything.
>You go about the motions of your morning as you have been for the past week, before emerging from your cottage into the bright morning, without anything on your agenda.
>So you walk.
>Despite meeting quite a few ponies, you hadn't actually explored all of Ponyville yet. There was more to see than you'd first expected. 
>That said, you didn't actually take anything in on your walk. Your mind wandered and you zoned out, leaving you simply following along buildings and paths.
>Thinking about the world you left behind
>And whether or not this one is actually real
>You think it is.
>But it doesn’t make sense.
>Plenty of people kill themselves. You weren’t the first.
>And you definitely weren’t the last.
>So why weren’t there any other humans who did the same that ended up here?
>It made no sense, but at the same time, this world was something so far beyond your imagination that you couldn’t believe it was some sort of dream.

>A school bell breaks your train of thought, though, cutting through your ears and bringing your walking to a stop.
>You've ended up in front of a schoolhouse, and it seems like it's recess time.
>Since all the foals are galloping out of the building, but none of them have their saddlebags.
>Some immediately start playing tag, while some just trot into a shaded spot to talk or relax.
>As cute as the ponies were, they were brought to shame by their kids.
>Just as you're about to continue walking, though, your eye is caught by an unmoving mass of green.
>Only one foal on the field is not moving.
>The filly is sat on its haunches in the middle of the field, staring wide-eyed right at you.
>That's not so unusual.
>Any pony you haven't met hasn't ever seen a human before, right? So you're used to the reaction.
>That reaction, and many others.
>No matter the reaction, though, the ponies didn't usually look so.. terrified, like this one.
>Or sweaty..
>It doesn't even react when you give it a friendly wave.
>Is that green filly alright?
>It hasn't moved for.. maybe a minute or two now.

>Be Anonfilly two months ago

>The last thing you remembered was going way too fast on your motorcycle, just like you told everyone you had stopped doing.
>You didn't even recall what it was that you hit.
>But you hit it at over 200 miles per hour.
>Instead of being a dismembered mess of road rash across the interstate, though, you don't feel any pain.
>And a glance in either direction shows that you're lying in a pleasant, expansive field.
>The grass is greener than any you have ever seen.
>And the sun is cartoonishly yellow in its brightness.
>Surprisingly, you find yourself able to draw a breath.
>The air is so fresh it feels like you're breathing for the first time.

>Oh.
>This is heaven, isn't it?
>Or something like that.
>Looking around, everything follows the same principle.
>Flowers brighter than any color you've seen, even on a screen.
>Birds happily singing towards you on a tree a little ways away, almost like they're greeting you.
>So you get up-

WHAM!!

>Or at least, you try to..
>It feels entirely alien to move your body.
>So looking down, you see that not only are you just about a foot above the ground,
>But you're some kind of quadruped with green fur and..
>Hooves?
>So you're a horse.

>It takes a moment for this sight to process, but as soon as it does your mouth opens to let out a shriek.
>And another when you hear the shrill voice of a little girl screaming right next to you.
>It actually feels like she's screaming right in front of you.
>But your screams cut her off, leaving just you shrieking like a mad..
>Man?
>It's an unfamiliar voice. Certainly not one of a man. But it's definitely coming from you.
>And there's nobody around you, aside from those birds you saw.
>Looking down again, you move an arm and pray to see a five-fingered hand in front of your face.
>But it's a green hoof. 
"The fu-"
>You can't even finish speaking when you hear yourself.
>That's really your voice, high-pitched and a little squeaky.
>"Was that you screaming, little one? Oh dear, you're crying.."
>Looking up, you see a yellow horse with wings descending upon you with open arms.
>Her bright pink mane is ridiculously long, reaching you a little while before the rest of her does.
>Despite your best efforts to back away, she envelops you in her grasp and continues talking.
>"Poor thing, what's got you upset?"
>The hug is actually quite calming.
>The horse's fur is softer than yours feels, and her wings provide a lot of extra comfort..
>Did she say you were crying?
>"What're you doing out here alone, little filly? You're a bit far from town.."
>You can't lift your arm, or rather a foreleg to feel your face, but your vision's begun to blur with your tears.
>When did you start crying?
>You shut your eyes to get the tears out, sniffling a little
>"Don't wanna talk? Why don't you come with me, and we can relax. How does that sound?"
>Despite the mounting questions, like where you are, or who this horse is, you're rather agreeable.
>It does sound pretty nice to go relax with her, if the quality of this hug is anything to go by.

>Once you open your eyes, there's no longer a bright sun or sweeping green fields.
>Instead you're in a small cottage, furnished nicely and looking quite lived-in.
>It takes you a moment to remember just what led you here, but before you can scream or panic again, your mind is put at ease by the sight of the yellow horse from earlier.
>"Oh, you're awake!" she says, trotting over to you from across the room.
>"Why, you fell asleep before we even got here, you must have been so tired.."
>She gets quite close, rubbing one of her hooves on your cheek.
>You shy away at first, but she persists and you find that it's not that bad.
>But the questions still float around in your head.
>Why are you a little horse, in this weird world, eerily similar to yours? Why are you and this other horse so vibrantly colored, and able to talk? And why does she have wings?
>All those questions get brushed aside when you hear the horse's voice again, though.
>"So, do you feel like talking yet, little one?" she asks, standing in front of the couch you're on.
>You're also wrapped snugly in a soft blanket, that you didn't realize you had been clutching.
"Wh..."
"What's your name?" you ask, trying not to flinch at the voice that comes out.
>"I'm Fluttershy, and what about you..?"
>"I don't think I've ever seen you around, and I know just about everypony in Ponyville.."
>Everypony?
>Ponyville?
>So you're not a horse, you're a pony?
>What exactly is the difference?
>Right, your name..
"Oh, I'm.."
>You avert your eyes and try to think of something, anything.
"Green.."
"Day?"
>What're they gonna do, sue you?
>Fluttershy looks a little confused as to your inflection, but relieved that you're speaking.
>"Oh, that's quite a nice name, Green Day. Very fitting, too," she says, turning around and grabbing something off the table rather smoothly with one of her wings before handing it to you.
>It's a cup of tea.
"Th-thanks.." you say, accepting the tea and her compliment. The cup isn't so hard to hold between your two hooves, and you sip it before drinking it all in one go. It was good, and not too hot.
>"Oh, you like the tea? I can pour you some more, if you'd like," Fluttershy says, grabbing the cup from you.
>"But it'll be hot, okay? Be careful with it," she says, trotting off into another room with your cup
"Okay.." you say, not being used to something like that.
>Being told to be careful with a hot drink? It brought back memories of your parents, a long time ago.

>You wondered what they were doing right now.
>If your memory wasn't mistaken, your real self was a piece of roadkill at the moment.\
>Assuming your ID was in tact, they'd be getting a call eventually.
>Your muzzle dropped into the blanket and your forelegs wrapped around your head.
>It was futile to try and hold it back, the tears came in seconds.
>An inordinate amount, really.
>You never were a crier.. but it was coming on so strongly now.
>Fluttershy rushed back into the room with a concerned tone in her voice.
>"Oh, what's wrong, Green Day? Why're you crying, little filly dear?"
>"Filly"
>She had called you that twice now.
>It's not like you were very knowledgeable on horses, but you were fairly certain that was what they called the child horses when they were girls..
>Eyes full of tears, you scramble to fling the blanket off of your body, ignoring Fluttershy's concern.
>It’s a little hard using your hooves, but you manage to tear it off you, much to her confusion.
>"Wh-what're you doing, Green Day?"
>Upon looking down, your eyes are met with two tiny little teats poking out of your green fur, and a distinct lack of a dick of any kind.
>Your eyes widen before you throw your head back with even more tears, wailing like a child.
>You are one now, aren't you?
>It really felt like there was nothing to do but cry.
>And again, Fluttershy tried to make it better by hugging you, wings and all.
>She really was quite good at this.
>Yes, it was pretty soothing.
>After your nap, you didn't have it in you to fall asleep again, but your crying soon subsided and Fluttershy was quick to notice.
>"What's the matter, Green Day?"
>With a sniffle, you opened your mouth to speak.
>But you didn’t say anything.
>Why were you crying again?
>Fluttershy’s really good at hugging.
>This is nice.
“I..”
“I’m better now, thank you Fluttershy..”
>Fluttershy gently lets you go on the couch, and you let out a little groan of disappointment without realizing it.
>”Sorry, Green Day, but I don’t want to leave your tea on for too long.”
>She picks up the blanket and drapes it back over you, even tucking you in with a smile.
>”It’ll just be a moment, okay?”
>You nod and watch her leave the room again, thinking about your old life.
>How much longer would you be here? 
>You died, didn’t you?
>So why were you alive here?
>What was this place, anyways?
>At that moment, Fluttershy came back with another cup of tea.
>”Careful, this one’s a bit hotter.”
>You took it in your hooves and sniffed at it, before trying a small sip.
>It really was hot.
>After giving the cup a couple blows, you looked up at Fluttershy, who was pouring herself a cup.
>She turned to you and smiled, and you felt the corners of your mouth turning up a moment later.
>”So, Green Day, what were you doing in that field all alone? It’s a bit far off from town..”
>You avert your eyes and don’t know what to say, taking another sip of the tea before opening your mouth.
”Um.. I don’t know.”
>”You don’t know? Were you crying because you were lost?” she continued to pry, the responsible thing to do, but not good for you.
>What would she do if you couldn’t provide any answers?
>She seems nice, but you aren’t really sure about the culture of these ponies and how they treat others.
“Y-yeah..” you decide to go along with what she says for now.
>”You got pretty far on your own, you know. Do you live in Ponyville? I’d be happy to take you back.”
>After another sip of your tea you nod your head, figuring that you can get her to leave you there.
>”Okay, do you wanna go after you finish your tea? Or do you have to use the little fillies’ room first?”
>It was still pretty jarring to be talked to like a literal child, but you could tell she wasn’t trying to be condescending.
>You nod your head no and take another sip of your tea, finishing the cup.
“We can go now..”
>She took the cup from you and set it on the table, before taking a couple steps toward the door.
>”Okay, sounds good!” she said, a little hard to hear from all the way over there.
>You get out of the blanket and try to slide off the couch, before falling flat on your face again.
>You tried to stand on two feet instead of four.
>Getting up, you wave one of your hooves in front of you to ward off Fluttershy’s worry.
“I’m fine.. I just slipped on the blanket.”
>”Oh, careful. You don’t wanna come back home all banged up, do you?”
>You make it to the door without falling. It’s getting a bit easier to walk with these hooves.
>Before she opens the door, though, Fluttershy leans down and plants a kiss on your nose, causing you to freeze up a little.
>”You’re a little red on the muzzle, Green Day. Are you sure you’re okay?”
>You rub your nose with a hoof, feeling a bit of a sting.
>But Fluttershy’s kiss helped.
“I’m really fine, thank you..”
>Being doted over is a little annoying.

>Walking along a path with Fluttershy, you glance around and see more of the same from earlier. Everything is very bright and vibrant.
>”Not used to being all the way out here?” Fluttershy asks when she notices you looking around.
>You just shake your head and continue walking.
>It doesn’t take too long before you see buildings.
>They aren’t as old fashioned as Fluttershy’s place, but they’re definitely not modern. 
>Fluttershy turns to you and smiles.
>”Do you think you can make it home okay, Green Day?”
“Mhm..” you respond, avoiding her eyes. 
>For some reason it makes you a bit nervous, the way she’s super friendly and caring.
>Out of the corner of your eye you see Fluttershy getting closer.
>Her wings wrap around you and you’re caught in one last hug.
>”Be safe, okay? You shouldn’t worry your parents like that.”
>You nod, wondering what you’re gonna do about your identity.
>And without realizing it, your forelegs are wrapped around one of Fluttershy’s, reciprocating the hug.
>She sets you down and waves, before starting off back where you two came from.