[NSFW] Chadanon - Part 1


                                            >Be Chadanon

                                            >Taking a piss in the women's stall

                                            >Why? Fucked a slut against the sink

                                            >Damn roasties just jamming out with their clam out

                                            >Bitch may be pregnant. Fuck that. Your huge 15 inches exists to fuck, not to parent

                                            >Clean your cock with her bra and give it back

                                            "Don't call me, I'll see you around."

                                            >Bitch doesn't answer. You fucked her brains out, and the other are leasing out trying to get your magnificent attention

                                            >Shame because today is leg day and you never skip leg day

                                            >As your mere masculinity opens the door, a small visage: turbothot spunkle

                                            "Begone thot, I gotta leg it"

                                            >She is sneezing. Obviously: everyone knows thots are allergic to chads

                                            >"O-oh. Hi a-a-a-ACHOO!!!"

                                            >Her saliva hits your man chin

                                            "Puag! Cover it!"

                                            >You fail to notice, but your reaction made a bit of spit come out, and hit her right cheek

                                            >"S-sorry"

                                            >With the maximum of respects, you push her aside and keep walking. Fucking thots making you lose time

                                            -----

                                            >The day goes normal: you broke a new running record, again. You got an A in a math test you didn't even study for, and fucked the Principal in the faculty lot in front of her sister

                                            >After a social afternoon where your Chad friends and you got a night life worth of Fast and Furious, you are back at your owned home. Boss sent your check and you paid bills already, so now you can enjoy your vacation and "study" in peace

                                            >As you change to your undies to sleep, you sneeze

                                            >Weird, your last health check up said you were fine. Then again it was 5 years ago. You don't need docs: you feel fine, you are fine

                                            >You go to sleep


                                            >A new day starts, and you are ready to fuck bitches and own the place

                                            >As you made your calorie-counted breakfast, you see the cake that was given to you in your last birthday 2 days ago is still fresh

                                            >You shouldn't eat it because it was made with industrial white flour and is mostly cream which means an insane amount of sugar. But then again a small sweet tooth isn't bad, so you grab yourself a piece

                                            >You finish your morning as usual: a small jog before school, a good dose of water with suplements, and ride your family custom made Ford Mustang from the 65

                                            >You drive all the way to CHS and park in the faculty lot. If Luna complains again, you'll fuck her this time

                                            >As you enter the halls, you are greeted as always: all the bros wave and makes chest bumps of respects, as females whisper and send kisses your way

                                            >You reach your locker, but something catches your eye: Cuntblast Jizzhole didn't try to get your dick. She may be a thot, but a slut is still addicted to cock in the end

                                            >You see one of her friends walking around; the mutie one

                                            "Hey, you, whatever your name is: where's the purple girl?"

                                            >"Umm... Twilight? She is at her home. She called in sick today"

                                            "Great, beat it"

                                            >You may ask for info, but everyone knows that a friend of a thot is a thot too. And you know it because you saw that yellow slut sucking off the wacky janitor behind the bleachers once

                                            >Whatever, school time

                                            >As always, you just check your phone and take naps. At least you can check this stuff back at home if you feel like it. Not that you do

                                            >School finishes, and you join the guys at the gym for workout

                                            >Bulk biceps already started

                                            "Hey Snowflake, ready for cardio today?"

                                            >"Fuck you anon! Cardio is for pussies!"

                                            "Tell that to these legs"

                                            >You show off your muscular lower body. All the males applaud and females start to bite their lips

                                            >"Whatever. I bet you can't beat me at weight liftting"

                                            "How much?"

                                            >"220"

                                            "Bring it on"


                                            >Both start working out, making poses and showing off the guns, but something happened

                                            >As both were in the last part, you fail to lift the dumbbell and slips off your hand

                                            >"YEAH!!! Who is the best now?"

                                            "Fuck you Bulk, it slipped off" *cough*

                                            >"Hey bro, are you alright?"

                                            *Sniff* "I'm fine. Just a cought, that's all"

                                            >"No, you look sick"

                                            >He touches your forehead

                                            >"Dude, you have a fever! Go home!"

                                            "C'mon Biceps. I didn't started with my lower arms"

                                            >"Go home anon, I mean it"

                                            "Fine. See you tomorrow"

                                            >You take a quick shower in the changers, dress up, and go home

                                            >The bad thing is he was right. The fever rises as you reach home

                                            >By the time you arrive, your head is burning and you are having cold sweats

                                            >You manage to get a cold bag, and put it on your head. You don't bother changing and fall on your bed

                                            >You check on your side table next to it and find some aspirins

                                            "Hope this goes away"

                                            >You take the pills right there with no water, and fall sleep


                                            >The next day isn't as great as you hoped it would be

                                            >The fever is gone, and your head is cold, but your muscles man...

                                            >They are twiching. It was probably how you stopped mid workout

                                            >You throw away the cake, it may be bad. But is strange, it wasn't old enough to rot

                                            >Why did you had a strong fever out of nowhere?

                                            >You go back to school. Today you didn't even bothered to jog

                                            >As you drive, a sad song came up. You don't remember the name, you aren't into that stuff

                                            >But instead of changing the radio, you left the song on. It only came to you after you were in front of your locker

                                            >Something wrong is happening

                                            >As the day passess, you take care of the lesson for the first time in your life

                                            >You are trying to not think so much about these recent events

                                            >Thankfully, it wasn't much: History. WWII. Everybody heard about it so many times it is almost predictable

                                            >At lunch time, you notice something. The purple chick isn't here today again

                                            >You don't normally do this, but you get close to the 6 girls

                                            "Hey..."

                                            >Wait, did you just barely made social contact?

                                            RD: "Oh, hey, is anon. What do you want?"

                                            R: "Rainbow, be a bit more gentle"

                                            "Uhh... Yeah, I was wondering where is that purple girl. Twilight."

                                            >Oh, no. Stuttering before sentences. Something is really wrong

                                            PP: "Aw, we always knew you liked her"

                                            "I-it's not like that!"

                                            >What the hell is happening?! WHERE IS YOUR ALPHANESS?!!

                                            FS: "Well, we visit her yesterday"

                                            "So?"

                                            AJ: "It's simple anon: She is really sick. We couldn't even see her face to face"

                                            "Did she went to the doctor?"

                                            SS: "Yeah. She told us she will be back next week"

                                            "Whoa... That's... Great"

                                            SS: "Hey anon, something's wrong?"

                                            "NOTHING! I gotta go!"

                                            >You walk away quickly

                                            >At your table, it hits you. Why did you ran away?! It isn't a big personal question. Oh God, why does it matter if it's personal to you?

                                            >Your mind is racing with tons of questions, until suddenly...

                                            >"Hey, are you okay?"


                                            >You look at your side: Flash Sentry

                                            "Oh, hey man. Errrr... You are in my table"

                                            >"Sorry, I saw it empty and I though I could sit here"

                                            "Well, you know what? You can stay. I'm not in the mood to be a jerk"

                                            >This was a mistake

                                            >His face lightens up, but dear Jesus, he won't shut up!

                                            >He spoke how that roastie Shimmer used him for fame. How he fell in love with an interdimentional horse, and how everything went downhill from there

                                            >He even told you how he lost the retarded girl to Biceps

                                            >A beta full and through. This won't help your situation at all

                                            >"... And now I eat at the mall and hang out at the amuzement park alone most of the time"

                                            "Interesting..."

                                            >"Oh anon, we talk like if we were brothers!"

                                            >That was sarcasm, you fucking cuck

                                            >*RIIINNNNGGG!!!*

                                            >Thank the heavens, the bell

                                            "I have to go"

                                            >"Wait! No! Can we hang out later?"

                                            "I'm busy this week"

                                            >"This weekend! I know some very cool guys!"

                                            >Questionable

                                            "I'm late, I-"

                                            >"Come on! Shining Armor needs another guy for his game and Big Mac is already busy!"

                                            >Wait, Shining Armor? The golden boy of CPA?

                                            >Well, hanging with the fancy guys won't help a lot since everyone will think you are pretensious, but he is alpha enough to get your Chad back

                                            "Alright. This Friday is ok?"

                                            >"Yes! Trust me man, you will have a blast! In a Flash!"

                                            >He makes gunfinger trying to be more cool. It was a horrible attempt

                                            "Yeeeeaaaahhh.... See you at Friday"


                                            >The rest of the week passes, and simptoms got worse

                                            >First you got tired of getting /fit/

                                            >Then your Chad friends told you the "don't sweat, we will call you later" bullshit which means "I don't want to see you again"

                                            >And even started to have a small playlist of sad emo songs

                                            >You realize what this means: you are becoming a normie, the death of the Chad road

                                            >Finally Friday comes up, and you are even moving at a virgin's walk, barely looking over

                                            >"Hey anon, ready to party?"

                                            "Yeah, sure"

                                            >Flash is your last bet. If he helps you impress Shining Armor, you might have a chance to return to the Chadness

                                            >You get into his Camaro, and he starts driving

                                            >"It was really great to meet you man"

                                            "Don't mention it"

                                            >"No, I mean it. After all the breakup and loneliness, I finally got a bro"

                                            "Come on, you hang with SA and BM. They aren't like the most popular men in our school?"

                                            >"Yeah, but I barely see them. Shining is hooked with the principal of CPA, Cadance, and Big Mac finally got a girlfriend. A baker called Sugar Belle"

                                            "Good for them"

                                            >"Yeah is good, but I felt so alone.... But not anymore! Now I got you!"

                                            >Don't count that for too long Flash. Sorry but I won't ghost around life

                                            >Finally both reach Shining's home, and parks at front

                                            "Hey, aren't we supposed to meet in a sport court or something?"

                                            >"Nah, the game is at his place. You'll love it"

                                            >Flash knocks the door. A "coming" sounds from inside. A few minutes later, Shining Armor opens the door

                                            >You can feel it: his aura of Alpha man is good. You can feel a bit more cooler close to him

                                            SA: "So this is the new guy?"

                                            FL: "Yes. He is anon, a very cool guy"

                                            "Nice to meet you"

                                            >You lift your hand to shake his, but Shining proves his manliness by grabbing it and pull you for a hug

                                            SA: "Hey, pleasure's mine. Thanks for hang with my boy F here"

                                            >Yes! You feel the Chadness!

                                            "It was nothing. He is a good guy"

                                            >"Well, come in"

                                            >Both go inside his house


                                            >Is strange: his TV in the living is 50 inches, which is good, but has a Switch with Smash on. A casual party game

                                            SA: "How about some snacks? Made them myself"

                                            >Myself?!

                                            >You look at the tray, and see nachos and pizza with soda

                                            >What?! Where are the beer with tacos and chicken wings?!

                                            FL: "The game is ready?"

                                            SA: "Yeah, I'll bring it here"

                                            >A few moments later, your fears become true: he brings a copy of Ogres & Oubliettes

                                            SA: "Now we are ready!"

                                            "Noooo!!!"

                                            FL: "Whoa anon, what is happening?"

                                            "You aren't a Chad Shining, you are a Brad!"

                                            SA: "A what?"

                                            "This was supposed to be my chance to recover my old self, but now I'm stuck with nerds and normies!"

                                            FL: "Ehh, anon are you ok?"

                                            >Flash tries to pat you in the back, but you block it

                                            "Don't touch me you cuck! I shouldn't have let you to be close to me! I'm becoming a loser just as you!"

                                            SA: "Anonymous, relax. You are acting crazy"

                                            "I'm a fucking normie!!!"

                                            >You run away, leaving the home behind, but your escape isn't long

                                            >You bump with someone. After a small moment, you see it's Twilight

                                            "You!"

                                            >"Anon?"

                                            >You grab her by the arms and shake her violently

                                            "What did you do to me?!"

                                            >This reaction is cut short after Shining Armor and Flash Sentry (who were following you) jumped on you

                                            >A while later, everyone is at Shining's house again

                                            SA: "Alright Anonymous, explain yourself"

                                            "I was using Flash to become your friend and recover my Alpha self"

                                            FL: "That's cold dude"

                                            "Cold?! My life has been a nightmare since that bitch sneezed on me!"

                                            >You point violently to Twilight

                                            "It's all her-!"

                                            >You take a better look at her, and find she carries her hair in a bun again. Her upper body is covered by a blouse with a vest, and has a long skirt down to her ankles. And her shoes are a pair of espadrilles

                                            "What... What happened to you?"