Origins of Gamer Sunset


                                            >Sunset is raging in an online multiplayer.

                                            >Some punk seems to have made it her life's mission to target her exclusively all match, forgoing objectives just to kill her.

                                            >What makes it worse is that her team is trash and she's the only one with any skill, so this is an effective strategy.

                                            >Fucking stream sniper!

                                            >The bitch doesn't even deny it in text, buts says she'd still be able to beat Sunset without it because she has no skill.

                                            "I don't have skill, huh?! How about we take this fight to the streets and I'll show you my skill?"

                                            >'You live in Canterlot? Sure thing, noob. I'm going to Sugarcube Corner after this match for a celebratory milkshake.'

                                            >Sunset blinks, then growls once she's killed again just in time for he match to end in their loss.

                                            >She yanks her headset off and screams into the mic.

                                            "Fine, bitch! I'm heading there now to kick your ass!"

                                            >'I'll be the one wearing a green-T and black jeans. Looking forward to it.'

                                            >She turns her system off and throws her headset down before stomping to the door to pull her boots on.

                                            >She's seething the entire way to Sugarcube Corner, seriously contemplating beating this girl's ass, consequences be damned, and slams the door open, the little bell above it being knocked off its hook.

                                            >She ignores Mr. Cakes shocked yelp and looks around the building.

                                            >It's mostly empty, and she doesn't see any girls in green or black.

                                            >At first, she assumes the mystery stream sniper must have chickened out, until a voice clears behind her.

                                            >She whips around to face a wall of green.

                                            >Her eyes rove over the broad, T-shirt clad chest, then down to spot black jeans with a notable bulge in the front, before slowly moving up, up, up to the handsome face of Anon Y. Mous.

                                            >The new guy of Canterlot High who's already well on his way to dethroning Blueblood as the school's new prince.

                                            >He smirks down at her.

                                            >"Hey, you actually beat me here. Too bad you can't do that in the game, eh?"

                                            >Sunset just gapes, mind short circuiting.

                                            >As the silence stretches Anon’s smug smirk slowly turns awkward.

                                            >”Er… Hello? Sunset? Anybody home?”

                                            >ParalyzerByFingerEleven.mp3

                                            “Gamer boys aren’t real and they can’t hurt you.”

                                            >”What was that?”

                                            “N-nothing! Uuuhhh~”

                                            >Anon blinks at you, “You ok? I don’t think I whooped you THAT badly.”

                                            >Palms are sweaty.

                                            >Knees weak.

                                            >Don’t drop that spaghetti.

                                            >C’mon girl, you ruled the school for nearly three years running, you can talk to an attractive boy.

                                            >Oh Celestia his shirt is riding up a bit.

                                            >Don’tLookAtThatBelly,Girl!

                                            >You swallow thickly.

                                            >Your face must be tomato red.

                                            ”Hi?”

                                            >Anxiety through the fucking roof.

                                            >”Hey… You alright? Are you about to make the excuse that you’re sick and that’s why you lost?”

                                            “N-no, I’m not s-sick.”

                                            >”Good, I’d hate for you to have to leave before we were done. So why don’t you go buy us a couple of drinks while I sit down?”

                                            >Huh?

                                            ”W-what?”

                                            >He smiles at you like you’re a particularly dumb child, “Go over to the counter. Ask for a cola and something for yourself. Then when they hand them to you, walk over there,” He points to a booth, “And set them down on the table. Think you can do that, tiger?”

                                            >He was talking to you, get out of your head girl.

                                            >Yes, brain, he would look REALLY good in your oversized sweater.

                                            >On your bed.

                                            >Biting his lip.

                                            >Visibly tenting the fabric.

                                            >But now is not the time.

                                            >God you’re such a spaz.

                                            “Drinks?”

                                            >”Yes, go grab them.” Anon begins walking to the booth.

                                            >Hate to see him go, but love to watch him leave.

                                            >If you bounced a bit off that ass it’d fly to the moon to play among the stars.

                                            >You turn woodenly to the counter.

                                            >Thank god nobody saw that except Pinkie.

                                            >Fuck.

                                            >”Hey there Sunny Bunny! Hot date, am I right?” Pinkie wiggles her eyebrows.

                                            “S-something like that.”

                                            >”Well, don’t let me keep ya! I already got your drinks.” Pinkie slides over the two drinks. “Knock ‘im dead!”

                                            “I… will. Thank’s Pinkie.”

                                            >”No problemo, mon capitan! You just gotta dish that hot goss tomorrow at school!”

                                            “S-sure.”

                                            >You slowly make your way back to the table, thinking about all the things you should have done before you left the house.

                                            >Put on deodorant.

                                            >Put on a BRA.

                                            >Pulled out that darker hair on your chin that Anon’s totally noticed by now.

                                            >Washed your greasy ass hair.

                                            >Oh look, the table is here.

                                            >You almost trip and fumble the drinks but you manage to put them on the table a bit harder than you should have.

                                            >Grinning nervously, you slide Anon his drink.

                                            >The silence is deafening.

                                            ”So… your sister is the one I played against?”

                                            >Fuck.

                                            >Straw between his succulent lips as you firmly place your foot between yours, Anon goes still a moment, then snorts, soda spurting from his nostrils.

                                            >"S-shit! That burns like hell!" he yells despite the smile, grabbing a wad of napkins to wipe at his face. "You're funny."

                                            >You grin nervously, chuckling along.

                                            "Yeah! That was a joke! I'm great at jokes!"

                                            >Taking a deep breath, interrupted by a few quakes of laughter, Anon composes himself and says, "Feel free to share some more, then, That was pretty funny."

                                            >Your brain scrambles for a reply as your eyes dart around.

                                            "Ah, sure, um, how about... Oh! What do you call a pony who lives next door?"

                                            >You wait a beat as Anon leans in with a genuinely curious glint in his bright green eyes.

                                            >"Don't know. What?" he asks.

                                            >You lean in, feeling more confident as you deliver the punchline.

                                            "A Neigh-bor! Get it!"

                                            >Anon blinks.

                                            >You blink.

                                            >The sound of someone's face meeting their palm echoes through the store.

                                            >An insect chirps judgmentally.

                                            >"Gummy! Stop playing with your food and eat your crickets!"

                                            >You're confident smile starts to strain and you feel sweat bead up on your forehead.

                                            >Then, like a ray of sunshine breaching the clouds, a smile begins to spread across Anon's handsome features, and a loud, boisterous laugh fills the room and your fluttering heart.

                                            "Neigh-bor she says! That's so corny, it's great! Man, Sunset, you should start telling jokes like that during your streams. I mean, you're already pretty entertaining to watch, but that would elevate your channel to next-level entertainment."

                                            >You can hardly believe your ears.

                                            >Your little stream, that barely gets more than a few dozen viewers a session, entertaining?

                                            >Honestly, you started doing it more to not feel so alone back before the girls took you into their fold.

                                            >Having no family or friends, living a lonely life where the only people you saw outside of school were the store clerk of the gas station down the street and your landlord, streaming allowed you to interact with others and feel liked, even if only by a few names and text on a screen.

                                            >You swallow the lump in your throat and struggle to keep the quiver out of your voice as you speak, determined not to look like a beta.

                                            "You... actually watch my streams? You LIKE my streams?"

                                            >He looks genuinely confused.

                                            >"Yeah I like them, and obviously I watch them. I mean, how else could I have been stream sniping you earlier?"

                                            >That immediately smothers your emotions with heat as you frown, remembering the frustration that brought you here to begin with.

                                            "You know that's against the rules, right?" you ask. "I could have reported you and got you banned from the game."

                                            >He matches your pout with his own, and dammit why is that so cute?!

                                            >"Ah, come on, Sunny, I was just having a little fun, and I was helping your stream. You know viewers love a good rage moment."

                                            >He smirks, propping his cheek in his palm.

                                            >"Plus I think your just plain adorable when you're angry."


                                            <<<<<


                                            >You swallow and you can fucking FEEL your pupils turn into little hearts, you swear.

                                            >You were a strong mare, you weren’t adorable, you were tough, powerful, respected!

                                            >His eyes are piercing through your heart and soul, striking at your center and warming you from the core outward.

                                            >You’re pretty sure these panties are going to have to be thrown out.

                                            “Y-you too.”

                                            >Why are you like this, Sunset? Why are you an idiot? Is it genetic? You remember that mom was always a raging sperglord, even though you couldn’t see it at the time. You’re blaming bad genes on this one, girl.

                                            >This boy is taking your heart on a roller coaster and you’re just LETTING IT HAPPEN. Get your ass in gear girl! Sweep HIM off his feet!

                                            >He’s grinning at you, “I don’t know if you’ve ever seen me angry. Well, unless you were around that one time that Flash was getting his ass kicked by this dude from Crystal Prep. Real hardcore catfight. The boys and I went nuts on him, the other guy, that is, not Flash. Flash’s a sensitive guy, ya know?”

                                            “Yeah, I know, I dated him, remember?”

                                            >”Oh yeah! He was a wreck when you guys broke up! Wouldn’t come out of his house for half the summer!”

                                            >You wince, Flash was a nice guy. You really were a huge bitch back then, using him like that.

                                            “Yeah, my bad.”

                                            >”Why DID you guys break up? Flash never said.”

                                            >Ah fuck, do you lie? No, Applejack knew the real reason and she’d beat the shit out of you if you did. Girl has an arm like a semi-truck going 60.

                                            “W-well, you see… I was sort of… using him for popularity…”

                                            >Anon blinks at you and sits silently for a moment, “Damn, Sunset, that’s cold.”

                                            “Yeah, I was a huge bitch before… everything. We tried getting back together but, uh, I’m not sure I should say.”

                                            >”Flash is a total sub, I know. I think most of the guys do. Before you came along he had the biggest crush on vice principal Luna.”

                                            “Yeah, and, well, I’m not that kind of girl anymore, so things just didn’t work out.”

                                            >Anon nodded, “Is it bad to say that I’m glad it didn’t work out?”

                                            “Why are you glad?”

                                            >Anon leans forward and whispers to you like it’s a secret, “Because it means I can be here with you instead.”

                                            >Your heart: https://youtu.be/gYbVQY0cBWk?t=4

                                            >You’re both done with your drinks and you stand up.

                                            >You grab his hand.

                                            >Be strong, mare, show this colt who’s boss.

                                            “We’re going to go to my home now and have sex.”

                                            >Everything seems to freeze.

                                            >Oh.

                                            >So this is what it’s like to die of embarrassment.

                                            >You can see Pinkie out of the corner of your eye and she’s got this incredibly shocked expression on her face.

                                            >Then Anon laughs.

                                            >It’s this snorting, wheezing laugh.

                                            >It’s probably the least attractive laugh you’ve ever heard.

                                            >But it’s just so… cute?

                                            >Your heart: https://youtu.be/QsB83fAtNQE?t=43

                                            >When he’d done laughing he smiles that radiant, beautiful smile of his and turns back to the table, doing something with the napkin.

                                            >He turns back to your probably eternally red face.

                                            >”That’s not going to happen, but I’ll call this our first date.”

                                            >He kisses you on the cheek.

                                            >Brain: Gone. Heart: Detonated (twice). Panties: Ruined beyond repair. Sunset: A very happy girl.

                                            >He puts the napkin in your hand. It has his phone number on it.

                                            >”Call me, or maybe just start a stream, and I’ll find you.” His smile turns into a shit eating grin, “We should do a rematch sometime.”

                                            >Anon turns and walks out of the diner, his hips swaying just enough to let you ogle his ass.

                                            >You stand there, frozen, for you don’t know how long.

                                            >Pinkie eventually has to get a dolly cart and wheel you into the back where she basically throws you a one woman party.

                                            >You look down at the napkin, and notice that there’s a little wet spot on it. Another small wet spot joins it.

                                            >You’re crying. Why are you crying? This is a time of celebration! You should be happy! You ARE happy!

                                            >You look up at Pinkie who beams at you, “Proud of you, Sunset!”


                                            >Be Anon.

                                            >You’ve returned home and YOU ARE FREAKING OUT!

                                            >Months of crushing on Sunset has culminated in what could only be called THE PERFECT FIRST DATE.

                                            >Ok, sure, she was a bit quiet, but that’s ok! You didn’t fuck it up! You didn’t spill your spaghetti or accidentally show your power level!

                                            >Everything went fine!

                                            >Sure, you can’t really remember anything that was said because you were trying so hard not to ficking spaz out the entire time, but you’re pretty sure she didn’t throw her drink in your face and storm out!

                                            >Your phone buzzes.

                                            >Oh god, you’re not ready!

                                            >You look down at your phone.

                                            >Just a text, from an unknown number.

                                            >’Hey Anon, it’s Sunset, just making sure this is the right number :D’

                                            >So fucking adorable.

                                            >’Hey Sunset, yup, this is my number, and now I have yours! (*＾▽＾)／’

                                            >’Cool! ttyl!’

                                            >You kick your feet like a giddy kid.

                                            >That went impossibly well, you feel like a Dosny Prince!


                                            >You are well on your way to having your very own cute gamer GF, and once you do, you will kiss her and love her and squeeze her and hug her and call her George.

                                            >... You aren't great with pet names, but you'll find one that fits yet!

                                            >With a dreamy sigh, you fall back onto your bed and hug the phone to your chest.

                                            >You should send her a dick pic.

                                            >Wait, no!

                                            >Bad Anon!

                                            >That's not how guys are supposed to act around here!

                                            >If you do that on the first day, she'll think you're nothing but a sloot for sure and only want you for sex, then you'll never cuddle together under a comforter, you sitting cross-legged with her in your lap, your chin atop her head, both of you playing vidya until the sun rises and you curse yourselves so staying up so late.

                                            >Slow and steady, boy.

                                            >You gotta take your time reeling her in, or risk snapping the line.

                                            >... But it's so hard!

                                            >Why can't you just take her into your arms and ravage her like the sexy little minx that she is?!

                                            >With a growl, you put your phone on the nightstand and sit up to reach under the bed.

                                            >Pulling out some dumbbells, you start pumping iron to get your mind off of pumping Sunset.

                                            >Exercise has become your ultimate distraction whenever you start having horny thoughts towards all the comparatively loose women of this strange land.

                                            >Needless to say, you exercise a lot these days.

                                            >Well, at least you're fit.


                                            >'Shakespeare is alright, but I liked his earlier work.'

                                            >'He died in the 1600's, all of his work is early.'

                                            >'Such a smarty-pants. Should I only use past tense from now on talking about old playwrights?'

                                            >'Of course, and the past tense of William Shakespeare is Wouldiwas ShookSpeared.'

                                            >Be a suddenly very regretful Sunset Shimmer.

                                            >Why did you hit send on such a cringey message?

                                            >Curse you Mom and your spaz genes!

                                            >'Why you gotta hit me with these zingers whenever I take a drink! I just shot sports drink out my nose!'

                                            >You heave a sigh of relief and smile as you text back.

                                            >'Sorry not sorry. Hey, give me a sec. I'm just getting into my apartment.'

                                            >The date had been yesterday, and while you would have loved to go on a second one already, you had promised to hang with your friends this Sunday, which, considering Pinkie already told them about you and Anon, meant they were practically chomping at the bit to here you tell the story.

                                            >So you and Anon just texted periodically throughout the day, with the most recent topic being your English homework.

                                            >It's luckily way easier to talk to him without being a spastic mess when it's through text and not face to beautiful face.

                                            >Now through the front door and with your boots and jacket off, you pick the phone up to see his latest message.

                                            >'You gonna be streaming Call of Honor again? Maybe we can play together.'

                                            >You mull this over.

                                            >On one hand, you of course want to play with him, but on the other, do you want to risk looking like a love-drunk puppy in front of your viewers?

                                            >'That depends, how good are you when you're not stream sniping?'


                                            <<<<<


                                            >You enter your living room and freeze.

                                            >There, sitting in your living room, were your six friends, all smiling at you in a way that says, ‘Danger, Will Robinson, Danger!’

                                            “Hello girls, what an unexpected surprise.”

                                            >”Really?” AJ asks, deadpan, “Did’ja really think we weren’t gonna gril ya like a prime steak ‘bout that little date with Anon yesterday?”

                                            “W-well, you didn’t say anything at school today.”

                                            >”Tha’s ‘cuz we didn’t wanna tar Anon’s reputation. You know how boys get. They hear that you an’ Anon went on a date during lunch and by fourth period it’ll be that you an’ Anon were caught doin’ the horizontal tango in the park.”

                                            >”Yeah, silly!” Pinkie pipes up, “Why do you think the boys call me Kinkie Pie? It’s because I held hands with Sandalwood back in eighth grade!”

                                            >”I thought it was because you *somehow* managed to convince the boys volleyball team to run a train on you.” Rarity interjects.

                                            >”Yeah,” Pinkie stares off into the middle distance and drools slightly, “I su~re did.”

                                            >”Ugh, I can’t believe that *Pinkie* is an alpha trixie.” Dash groans from where she’s sprawled sideways over the arms of a recliner.

                                            >Pinkie giggles, “I just gots the cushion that the boys like pushin’!”

                                            >”Be that as it may, Pinkie, we’re not here about your exploits, we're here to listen to Sunset tell us about her date with that lovely boy, Anon.” Rarity’s elegant voice precedes her entrance into the room with several cans and glasses, which she passes around to your friends.

                                            >Rarity steps up to you and hands you a glass of apple juice - straight from AJ’s farm - and asks, “So, dear, anything scandalous happen?”

                                            >You could always rely on Rarity to be a huge, lovable dyke.

                                            “Hehe, no, nothing scandalous, Rarity. We talked for a bit, exchanged numbers, and we agreed to go on another date.”

                                            >”When? Details, miss Sunset, details!” Rarity flounced back down onto your couch next to Fluttershy who was sporting a light blush, no doubt thinking about how lewd it would be to spend time alone with a boy.

                                            “Nothing actually happened.” You whine out, “The most exciting thing that happened was that he kissed my cheek!”

                                            >Twilight fake gasped, “Sunset, you hussy!” She giggled. Twi had come a long way from the nerdy girl she once was.

                                            >”Bo-ring, did you get him to send you a dick pic, at least?” Rainbow had the remote and was flipping through channels now.

                                            “No, Jesus, Rainbow, I’m trying not to scare him off! One of the hottest guys in school practically asked me out, I’m not going to fuck this up for anything!”

                                            >”Geeze, fine! But don’t come crawling to me when you haven’t gotten dicked in six months.”

                                            >”Oh yes, because you’re just drowning in dates. Oh wait, you haven’t gotten one since freshman year.” AJ tossed.

                                            >”Fuck you! At least I got a date! Who are you going out with, your hand?”

                                            >”Miss Fingers is a gentle and thoughtful lover!” AJ tossed back, grinning.

                                            >”PFFT, HAHAHA, fuck, Jackie, how long have you had that one in the chamber?”

                                            >”Since the last time you were dumb enough to call my high standards out, ya fuckgirl.”

                                            >The group ‘ooo’d.

                                            >”Oh? I’M the fuckgirl? Who was caught masturbating under the bleachers again?”

                                            >”PINKIE! Ya said ya wouldn’t tell!”

                                            >”I didn’t! Losing a friend’s trust is-”

                                            >”The fastest way to lose a friend forever.” The whole room recites.

                                            >”But then how does Rainbow know about that?” AJ looks at the pride flag haired soccer nut.

                                            >”Pinkie wasn’t the only one to see you~” RD sing-songed, “Who do you think went and got Pinkie?”

                                            >Pinkie just looks blankly, “I dunno, who?”

                                            >”Wallflower! Seriously! It’s like you guys just forget she exists when she’s not around. There was a whole memory adventure thing we went on!”

                                            >”Oh! Right! Her!” Pinkie nods, “Yup, she’s the one that told me. Apparently you started masturbating, like, right in front of her.”

                                            >”WHAT? I looked around real hard! No way was she there!” AJ’s as red as one of her apples.

                                            >”Yeah, are we still sure that her ability to be, like, literally invisible isn’t a superpower? I think I’m the only one other than Treehugger who ever even acknowledges her existence.” Dash gave everyone the stink eye.

                                            >You all chuckle weakly and look away.

                                            >You should probably go out of your way to say hello to the girl on Monday.

                                            >But then you’re distracted by a thought.

                                            >It was friday, and everyone was hanging out in your house.

                                            >They probably wouldn’t want to still get together on Sunday so you could probably go out on that date then!

                                            >The date would have been on Saturday, but you work a full shift at the sushi restaurant on Saturdays.

                                            >Part of the deal with principal Celestia that lets you live in this old house was that you were responsible for all expenses that don’t relate directly to the house.

                                            >It was pretty sweet, all things told.

                                            >The house was small but cozy.

                                            >Apparently it was the celestial sister’s childhood home that was left to them when their parents passed away.

                                            >*Buzz Buzz*

                                            >You lift your phone to your face as everyone’s face turns toward you.

                                            >’I’ll cream on you in Call of Honor! Your place, or online?’

                                            >Your face turns red, your eyes light up, and you think you can hear a train whistle as steam shoots out your ears.

                                            >Suddenly your phone is yanked out of your hands.

                                            >You instinctively grab for it but Rainbow is too fast and dances out of the way.

                                            >You’re after her but she dives over the recliner and combat rolls on the other side before dashing into the kitchen.

                                            “Give that back you dykey thief!”

                                            >RD is typing furiously as she runs, just barely staying out of your reach.

                                            >She’s able to stay out of your way for a surprisingly long time.

                                            >She’s flipping over the stair railing, rolling through doorways, and she actually dove through the kitchen window at one point.

                                            >She wasn’t even using her super speed and you were huffing and puffing like a fifty year old smoker.

                                            >Maybe you should take Rarity up on that cardio workout she wants you all to do.

                                            >You finally catch up with Dash back in the living room, where everyone is gathered around your phone.

                                            >When you stomp your way into the middle and snatch your phone they all look at you with wide eyes.

                                            >You look down at your phone and your face goes from red to bone white.

                                            >’I’ll take all your cream and then some big boy’

                                            >’Are you coming onto me? (#｀ε´# )ゞ’

                                            >’You offered to come on me first stud’

                                            >’OH! SORRY! I just reread that message, I didn’t mean to say that.’

                                            >’It’s no problem from a hotrod like you I have the girls over right now if you want to join us I’m sure theyd love to meet you’

                                            >’Are you sure I’d be welcome? I don’t want to interrupt your girl time.’

                                            >’Come on over hot stuff and you can cream on all of us ;P’

                                            >’Sunset! I didn’t mean it like that! I’ll come over, if you’re sure I’m not intruding. Be there in twenty minutes. ♥’

                                            >You look up at your friend’s wide eyes and Dash’s smirk.

                                            >You had had one date, and already your relationship was doomed.


                                            <<<<<


                                            >Be Anon, puffing air into your palm and smelling it before knocking on your potentially very lewd crush's door.

                                            >On one hand, you don't think she's the type who would actually text the things you read, but on the other, she did tell you to come back to her place and have sex right to your face the day before, so maybe.

                                            >Her explanation that a friend got a hold of her phone is possible, but it could have also been a convenient excuse to back step if you reacted poorly.

                                            >Either, you'll have to put your foot down if she actually is into the orgy harem scene.

                                            >Your bangs aren't nearly long enough for that hentai shit, and you're a devote monogamous, anyway.

                                            >The door creeks open, and you quickly paste on your most confident, flirty smile.

                                            "Sunset!" you exuberantly start. "Are you ready to be creamed? Purely in the virtual sense, I mean."

                                            >"A-anon! Again, I am so sorry for Dash sending those texts. She can take things too far sometimes, you know?"

                                            >As she ushers you inside, you chuckle and slip your shoes off.

                                            "It's no problem," you assure her, getting her to breathe a sigh of relief, which quickly becomes a choking sound as you finish with, "Besides getting my hopes up, that is..."

                                            >As her face glows redder than the crimson streaks of her hair, you can't help but let out a boisterous laugh.

                                            "I'm kidding! God, you're just so cute when you're flustered."

                                            >"N-not cute..." she mumbles.

                                            >"Oh my, this is simply too precious," a posh voice whispers, and you turn to see five heads peaking around the entryway. "They're adorable."

                                            >Sunset groans behind you, face in her hands as she says, "Rarity, really? All of you, he hasn't even been in the door for a minute yet."

                                            >Applejack comes to the stand fully in the entrance and clears her throat.

                                            >"You're right, Sunset, and we're sorry. It was rude of us ta eavesdrop like that," she says, stepping forward and extending a hand. "We were all just eager ta meet you're new boyfriend is all. It's a pleasure to meet you proper, Anon, Ah'm Applejack."

                                            >Smiling, you take the hand a give it a firm squeeze and shake, which makes the girl's eyes widen minutely before she grins and returns the pressure.

                                            "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Applejack, though it honestly already feels like I know you."

                                            >"Of course you do," Rainbow Dash says arrogantly while leaning against the entry's frame with her arms crossed, not so subtly trying to push up her lacking bosom. "We're the heroes of the school and practically famous."

                                            >She sniffs like she's just stating facts out of a book, then smirks.

                                            >"If anything, I'm sure you recognize us from your dreams, eh, stud?"

                                            >While Sunset gapes in shock, an expression some of her friends match, you just snort.

                                            "Well, I definitely believe Sunset now about you getting a hold of her phone. You know there's a difference between confidence and arrogance, right?"

                                            >"I just call it pride," she snipes back, smiling wider. "And besides, you miss one-hundred percent of the shots you don't take."

                                            "Guess that makes your approach to flirting the equivalent of akimbo uzis. Inaccurate, ineffective, and only for noobs," you fire back, getting the girl to sputter in indignation as her friends burst into giggles.

                                            >"Oh, BURN!" Pinkie exclaims. "You better go check Sunset's medicine cabinet for some ointment, Dashie!"

                                            >"You had that one coming," Twilight observes as she pushes her glasses up. "And he's right, you should instead apply the scientific method to your dating approach. Trial and error is only effective if you actually use what you learn from your failures in future attempts."

                                            >"I was joking," you explain as you look over the group. "And what I meant was that I feel like I know Applejack because of how much Caramel talks about her."

                                            >You make a show of rolling your eyes as the rest in the room become laser-focused on you.

                                            "I swear, it's always, 'She's so strong. Her accent is hawt. She knows how to treat a guy with respect. Her freckles are the cutest thing and I wonder if she has them on her boobs.' Seriously, it's like, just ask her out already, but then he always talks about how it's the woman's place to ask the man out and how you're old school and would feel defeminated if he did that."

                                            >You let the silence stretch for a few more seconds before you gasp and cover your mouth in exaggerated shock.

                                            "Oops! Did I just say that out loud? Oh dear, can you all just pretend I didn't say anything? Caramel would be so embarrassed."

                                            >Judging by the semi-parted lips, slight flush, and wide, hopeful eyes of Applejack, you think your work is done.

                                            >That's your good bro deed for the day, and Caramel better appreciate it.

                                            "Anyway, Why don't we get out of the foyer and we start up some Call of Honor. I have an itchy trigger finger and need to start blasting something with it."


                                            >You are Sunset Shimmer, and you don't know how much more of this your heart can take.

                                            >The last two days have been an emotional rollercoaster, and frankly, your nerves are shot.

                                            >That's your excuse for Anon getting yet another kill in 1v1, and you're sticking to it.

                                            "Dammit! I call hacks! There's no way your aim is that good without a bot!"

                                            >"Um, but it's your console," Fluttershy meekly points out from her spot curled up the recliner, then squeaks, "Sorry!" when you shoot a glare at her.

                                            >You take a deep breath and turn back to the screen just in time to respawn.

                                            >"I know," you grumble. "But How else is Anon this good?!"

                                            >"Lots of practice," he cheekily replies from his spot right beside you on the couch.

                                            >"Or because you're performing sub-optimally because of... distractions," Twilight muses, side-eying Anon as he sidles up even closer to your side.

                                            >When the match started, there was a body's distance between you two on the couch while Pinkie sprawled across the floor, Rarity and AJ took the loveseat, Twilight brought a chair from the kitchen, and Rainbow sat on the arm of Fluttershy's seat.

                                            >Now, however, he's so close that his arm is brushing against yours.


                                            <<<<<


                                            >A couple hours later you’re laying back against the couch.

                                            >You had eventually given up since Anon was just too good. In the end the score had been 45 to 4.

                                            >Now Anon is leaning against your left shoulder, his hand on your thigh, palm up as you play with his fingers.

                                            >Warmth suffuses your body as Rainbow and AJ duke it out in that fighting game that they like.

                                            >Twilight is reading a book, Pinkie is cheering on one or the other of the girls, and Fluttershy is looking over at you.

                                            >You raise your eyebrows questioningly.

                                            >Fluttershy nods at Anon and when you look over you notice that he’s fallen asleep with his head on your shoulder.

                                            >This boy was just so gosh darned CUTE!

                                            >You smile and make a little shushing gesture.

                                            >Fluttershy’s eyes sparkle and she slips over to sit next to you. “You two are really cute. I’m so happy for you, Sunset.”

                                            You smile, “Me too. I don’t even know how this happened.”

                                            >Fluttershy nods, “When did you ask him out?”

                                            ”That’s the thing, I didn’t. I was… Well, this is going to sound bad, but I was angry that I was getting beaten at a game while I was streaming, and the person who was beating me called me out to fight at Sugarcube Corner.”

                                            >Fluttershy cuts in, “Oh no! That’s terrible!”

                                            You chuckle and shrink into yourself a bit, “Well, they might not have been calling me to a fight, since it turns out it was Anon that was making me mad.”

                                            >”No~” Fluttershy looks over at the cute sleeping boy.

                                            ”Oh yes. So, he calls me out there and do you know what he does?”

                                            >”What?”

                                            ”He told me to buy him a drink and sit down with him, and he was SO flirty.”

                                            >”Really?”

                                            ”Oh yeah, from the second we met he was flirting up a storm. When I, uh, asked him to be my boyfriend,” ‘Propositioned him like he was a common whore,’ your brain reminds you, “He said yes and gave me his number. I was worried that we wouldn’t be able to go on a date soon, but I guess Sunday is off?”

                                            >Fluttershy blinks, “No~, why would it be?”

                                            ”Well, I just thought that with everyone here today that we wouldn’t need to get together on Sunday so I could, maybe, I dunno, take Anon out on a date?” You glance over at the sleeping boy, SO CUTE!

                                            >Fluttershy blinks at you, “Why not just do the date and then come over? Bring Anon along, I’m sure he’d like to watch movies and eat pizza.”

                                            >You blink, that makes no sense, how could you go on a date and also hang out with your friends.

                                            >Fluttershy sees your look and returns a confused one, “Sunset, why not just have a lunch date?”

                                            >A what?

                                            “But a date is dinner and a movie…”

                                            >The two of you look at each other, both puzzled.

                                            >”Sunset, what do you think a date is?”

                                            >Oh no.

                                            >You’re going to get this question wrong, you can tell by the tone of her question.

                                            “It’s, uh, it’s, like, You take a c - guy out to dinner and you wine and dine him and then you take him to a movie that he wants to see and then you escort him back to his house and you get a goodnight kiss and you do that three times and then you have sex and then… stuff happens and eventually you get married?”

                                            >Fluttershy blinked at you like one of her owls. “You’ve gotten all your romantic advice from terrible rom-coms, haven’t you?”

                                            “N-no! I dated Flash, remember?” Your eyes dart around. Oh no, Twilight is listening.

                                            “Well,” Fluttershy goes on, “Then you know that you can go on a date anywhere and at any time so long as you both enjoy each other’s company and agree that it’s a date and not just ‘hanging out’”

                                            >1000CalculationsASecondAndThey’reAllWrong.jpg

                                            “Explain.” You say slowly.

                                            >”Well,” Fluttershy goes on, “You both like video games, right? You could go to that little arcade downtown. So long as you feel like it’s a date, then it’s a date.”

                                            >Why is that so obvious now that you think about it?

                                            >Why are you an idiot?

                                            >Why is dating so hard?

                                            >Why couldn’t he have just accepted your invitation yesterday?

                                            >You’d have woken up this morning sore and satisfied with a boy as your little spoon and everything would have been fine.

                                            >Right?

                                            >You’re freaking out.

                                            >”Hey,” Twilight says, “Studies have shown that getting lost in a mutually enjoyable activity during a date leads to the beginning of a long term relationship nearly eighty percent of the time.”

                                            “So, have fun? What if he wants romance, though?”

                                            >”Well, ask him if that’s what he wants. I know that a woman is supposed to look strong and that she knows what she’s doing, but if you ask Anon if he wants a romantic date or a date where you play video games he’ll probably just tell you. Boys aren’t going to think you’re unfeminine if you ask for their opinion, it’s not like you’re being indecisive or anything.”

                                            >Fluttershy smiles, “I’m sure he’ll love whatever you do, so do something fun and not high stress. Trust me, when I tried dating for the first time I got all stressed out about it and neither of us had any fun. At the end he said that it would have been better if we had just sat in the park and talked, but I thought that I had to really show him everything I could do with him that I… well, I kinda messed it up.”

                                            >Ouch.

                                            >”Who did you date, Fluttershy?” Twilight asks.

                                            >Fluttershy shakes her head, “I don’t think you’ve met him, Twilight, he worked at the animal shelter with me, I think he goes to Griffonstone Academy.”

                                            “Huh, isn’t that, like, on the far east side of town?”

                                            >Fluttershy nods, “Yeah, I haven’t seen him in a while, I hope he’s alright.”

                                            “Got friendzoned?”

                                            >Fluttershy nods, “But I did kinda ruin the date. Also I think he might be gay? I swear I saw him kissing another boy in a coffee shop a couple months ago.”

                                            >Boys kissing?

                                            >Unf.

                                            >Maybe you could convince Anon to kiss a boy in front of you.

                                            >You’d take pictures.

                                            >Hawt.

                                            >Eventually everyone starts to leave, many of them cooing over how cute Anon looks sleeping on your couch.

                                            >You need to wake him up, but when you walk back into the living room his viridian eyes smile at you.

                                            >”Lunch and an arcade followed by pizza and movies here sounds pretty great, to be honest.”

                                            >You freeze.

                                            “You heard that, huh?”

                                            >”Bits and pieces, I was mostly out of it.” He stands and stretches. “Guess I should get home, huh?”

                                            >You twirl your long hair around a finger.

                                            “You could stay the night.”

                                            >He licks his lips and steps toward you enough that you have to look up a bit to keep eye contact.

                                            >”Are you tempting me, miss Shimmer?” He asks in a husky growl.

                                            “I-I can be your angel, o-or your devil.”

                                            >The pair of you pause.

                                            >Just letting that spaghetti sit.

                                            >Letting the sauce really soak into the carpet.

                                            >Not gonna get that stain out anytime soon.

                                            >”W-well when I saw you my heart skipped a beat. Then it pumped blood to my corpora cavernosa, causing my penis to become erect.”

                                            >Oh no, that one’s alfredo.

                                            >Very creamy.

                                            >All over the floor, the walls, everywhere really.

                                            “W-well, I want to wear your thighs as earmuffs.”

                                            >You aren’t sure if this is on purpose or not.

                                            >Both of your faces are red.

                                            >You’re standing too close.

                                            >Is it hot in here, or is it just him?

                                            >You should use that one.

                                            >It’s good.

                                            >You think.

                                            >”W-why don’t you sit in my lap, and we’ll talk about the first thing that comes up?”

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                                            >You both stand there for several moments.

                                            >Eventually, you realize something.

                                            >You aren’t ready to have sex with this boy.

                                            >You don’t have any condoms.

                                            >You’re not on the pill.

                                            >Your bedroom probably smells like sweat and jilling off.

                                            >You need to take him home.

                                            “I need to take you home.”

                                            >He stares at you but doesn’t see you for a minute.

                                            >”... Yes.” He eventually answers.

                                            >Minutes later you’re locking your door.

                                            >The walk isn’t long, only about ten minutes.

                                            >Most of it is spent in silence, but then the natural rhythm of your steps eventually bumps your shoulder into his.

                                            >You smile apologetically at him.

                                            >He bumps your shoulder back.

                                            >You scrunch your face and bump him back a little harder.

                                            >He reaches out and wraps his long arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his warm chest.

                                            >Your arm goes around his waist.

                                            >You walk like that for as long as you can, but it’s kinda awkward, so you eventually let go.

                                            >About a block before his place his hand slips into yours.

                                            >It’s magical in a way you haven’t felt since you were a unicorn.

                                            >By the time you reach his front door your hands are sweaty, but you don’t want to let go.

                                            >You stand facing each other in front of his apartment door.

                                            >He smiles at you, “I think this was a wonderful second date.”

                                            >You blink at him.

                                            “This was a date?”

                                            >”We had fun, didn’t we? I got to meet all your friends, I got to kick your butt at games, and my cute girlfriend let me sleep on her shoulder.

                                            >You blush.

                                            >He smiles, “This is the part where you kiss me goodnight.”

                                            >You stare.

                                            >Yes, this was the part where you kiss him goodnight.

                                            >You knew how to do this.

                                            >You might not have ever had sex with any of your coltfriends, but you knew what kissing was.

                                            >Yup.

                                            >Just gotta do it.

                                            >You lean in slowly, Anon also does, and you bump noses.

                                            >Nailed it.

                                            >Idiot.

                                            >Let’s try this again, after you both are done chuckling uncomfortably.

                                            >You go in again.

                                            >And it’s like kissing for the very first time.

                                            >Well, not quite. There’s no awkward not-knowing-what-to-do part.

                                            >It’s just… amazing.

                                            >Soft lips, sweet breath, and you’re holding each other.

                                            >His wide chest is smooshing your breasts down in a delicious way.

                                            >He’s cradling your head and your arms are squeezing his sides and back.

                                            >Damn, he didn’t look it, but he had some muscles. You guess the lanky build hides them most of the time.

                                            >You slowly pull away.

                                            >His face is red.

                                            >His eyes are glazed.

                                            >You just rocked his world, filly.

                                            >Now be cool and suave and walk off into the night like a badass.

                                            >You gently rub your thumb over his lips.

                                            “You know, Anon, to me you’re like water. I could drink you up all day.”

                                            >You pull him closer and quickly kiss him again.

                                            “So get some rest, because the day after tomorrow, Sunday, I’m going to be a very thirsty girl.”

                                            >You turn fast enough that your little leather jacket flares behind you. You pop your collar like a badass, and you stride down the hallway of the apartment building like you own the place.

                                            >The second you’re around a corner you press your back to a wall and listen closely.

                                            >About a minute goes by before you hear Anon unlocking his apartment’s door and closing it softy behind him.

                                            >You let out a held breath.

                                            “Nailed it!”