Prompt->"Alright nerd, here's what's going to happen, you're going to take off your pants and get on the desk."
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>You are Anon, freshman student at Flim and Flam's Friendship University.
>This institution is based within a city known as Las Pegasus—the cloudy capital of casinos and clubhouses both.
>You admit that you had your initial doubts about this place, but it turns out they really *do* teach friendship here.
>You may have had to take out a few loans here and there to purchase the worksheets, but you're looking forward to finally becoming a productive, friendly member of society!
>Anyway, today's classes have ended, and you're on your way out.
>But first—you head to the lockers to grab your stuff.
>Soon reaching your locker, you open its door, grab your stuff, and close it—
>And come face to face with a white unicorn; she has a messy purple mane and tail.
>Her outfit is garishly casual—with a backwards-facing baseball cap atop her head; a yellow shirt with a pink "vest;" high-cut blue pants; and a blue bandanna wrapped around one of her hindlegs.
>She's currently blowing a bubble of pink bubblegum.
>Her appearance seems…somewhat familiar, but you can't place your finger on why.
>Before you can ponder any further, however—she pops her bubblegum bubble by blowing it up too large.
>The pink bubblegum splatters against her snout; one of her eyes briefly twitches, but she otherwise appears unbothered.
>"Yo," she says.
"Um, hey."
>The two of you stand there awkwardly.
>Staring into her blue eyes—it appears that she's trying to communicate with you through bored eye contact alone, but you're not an eye-reader—you can't decipher anything she's putting down.
>Your eyes drift to the locker next to her.
"Is that your locker?"
>She briefly turns her head to look at the locker, before looking back at you.
>"Sure."
"I…I haven't seen you around before. Are you a freshman—er, freshpony, too?"
>"Yeah."
>She extends a forehoof to you.
>"Name's Plainity."
>You shake her hoof.
"Nice to meet you, Plainity."
>Pulling your hand back, you awkwardly rub the side of your neck.
"I'm about to head out for the day so, um, I'll see you tomorrow?"
>She tilts her head.
>"You're leaving already? School's not out yet."
"Huh?"
>You look around; you and Plainity are the only ones in the hallway, and you're pretty sure you heard the bell ring a while ago.
"It isn't?"
>"That's right; they're running one more class for today."
"Another class? I-I'm not sure I have the bits for the worksheets."
>She raises a slight eyebrow at you before responding.
>"No, this one is completely free. No worksheets required."
"Wait, really?"
>"Yeah, it's all about helping out your friends. Come on."
>She turns around and walks down the hallway.
>Obviously, you follow her; this all sounds a bit extracurricular to you—but you're not about to miss out on a free lesson.
>She opens a door and ushers you inside the classroom with her hoof.
>You enter the classroom first.
>There's a teacher's desk at the front with several student desks facing it, but you see no other ponies in the room.
"Uh…must have gotten here early, I guess."
>The room darkens as the curtains lower and cover up the windows; the lights flick on, covering the room in an ominous yellow glow.
>You turn around, seeing Plainity and…the door that she's barred shut with a desk while you weren't paying attention.
"Plainity? What are you—"
>She levitates a switchblade out of a crevice between her shirt and vest and brandishes the blade at you.
"Wh-what…?"
>"Alright nerd, here's what's going to happen, you're going to take off your pants and get on the desk."
"Y-you can't be—"
>She swiftly jabs the switchblade right in front of your face, barely grazing you.
"A-ah!"
>"You go slow—I get stabby. You got that?"
"O-okay! Okay!"
>Heart pounding and face not wanting to get slashed, you scramble to pull your pants down, leaving only your boxers.
>Upon seeing your pants hit the floor, you look up at Plainity, whose lecherous smile is quickly replaced by a frown.
>She threateningly points the blade at your face.
>"I didn't say stop."
>Not wanting to agitate this brusque, blade-bearing mare any further, you take a gulp and pull down your boxers, exposing yourself in your entirety.
>Plainity smirks at the sight, before flicking her head towards the teacher's desk.
>"Now—on the desk, facing me."
>You take several hesitant steps backwards and sit on the teacher's desk, your bare bottom uncomfortably rubbing against the rough wood.
>"Spread your legs."
>Wincing to yourself, you shakily force your legs apart, baring your all to her.
>Try as you might, you can't stop your legs from anxiously jittering as you struggle to make eye contact with your armed assailant.
"Wh-why are you doing this?"
>She doesn't answer.
>Instead, with her eyes firmly settled on her prize, she licks her lips as she draws closer.
>"Come to momma…"
>…
>You sit on a cloud bench, still within Las Pegasus; your posture is slumped, and your gaze is fixed upon the clouds at your feet.
>The amulet around your neck is enchanted with a cloudwalking spell, allowing you to safely traverse this city of cumulus.
>But after what you've been forced through, you feel anywhere but on cloud nine.
>Maybe you should just take that amulet off and fall through the clouds; that'll at least make your outside look just like how you feel on the inside—
>"Oh, Anonymous! There you are—oh, oh my…"
>A hauntingly familiar voice rouses your attention, causing you to look up from your feet.
>You see a white unicorn with a well-groomed purple mane; she bears a concerned expression as she gazes at you.
>Her colour scheme makes you instinctively flinch, but you know who this is.
"Oh…Rarity…hey…"
>Rarity is your friend who is currently visiting Las Pegasus on a business trip; the two of you are close enough that you might even consider her your best friend.
>But what are friends, really?
>Friends couldn't help you back there.
>It turns out that you really are alone when it matters.
>"I must say, you look positively *dreadful.* Did something happen?"
>Her voice sends an uncomfortable shiver down your spine.
>Post-traumatic jitters, you guess.
>Right now, the entire world feels hostile to you.
"I-I guess so…"
>You wipe a few tears from your face.
"Sorry, Rarity. I just…I'm not having a great time of it right now."
>You find yourself slumping once more, gaze hitting the ground.
>Rarity walks closer to you and rests a reassuring hoof on your lap.
>"Darling, if something is bothering you, please tell me. I'm always willing to lend an ear."
>You raise your head to look at her.
"…P-promise you won't think less of me?"
>She hops up onto the bench and sits next to you, giving you a soft smile.
>"Of course. I'm your friend, I would never think less of you."
"Well I…the thing is I…I was…"
>You fumble with your words as you try to get the truth out.
"I was taken advantage of today."
>She tilts her head, trying to parse the implications.
>"'Taken advantage?'"
>You sigh.
"I was raped."
>The words hang in the air.
>Eventually, you feel a soft pair of white forelimbs gently wrap around your body in a hug.
>"Oh, Anonymous…"
>Her body is warm and comforting, a stark contrast to the cold, bitter loneliness that encompasses your body.
>"I'm here for you," she whispers.
>She holds that hug for a while; you don't make any moves to push her away.
>Her hug doesn't fix anything, no amount of physical contact can fix what you've gone through.
>But…it helps ease the pain.
"Th-thanks, Rarity."
>She pulls back.
>"Anytime, darling. And…"
>She rubs your shoulder with a sympathetic smile on her face.
>"They say that one of the first steps to healing your trauma is to acknowledge it. If you ever wish to confide in anypony as to what happened. Know that I'm all ears."
>She takes her hoof off your shoulder.
>"Whenever you feel ready to, of course."
>You consider her words.
>What happened back there was wrong in every respect; even with Rarity right by your side, you feel lonelier than ever.
>But…also…
>You really need someone to talk to right now—someone to confide in.
"Actually I…I think I'm ready to talk about it now. If that's okay with you."
>She wordlessly nods, waiting for you to continue.
"Th-there was this mare at the university I'm going to, she stopped me right when the classes finished and all of the other ponies had gone."
>Emboldened by Rarity's presence, you try to crack a small joke in your recollection to hopefully lighten the mood.
"You would've hated her. She had awful fashion sense. Clothes were…they were all over the place."
>She lets out a small titter.
>"Oh, is that so? Now you simply *must* tell me—what was she wearing?"
"I…"
>You frown as you remember her appearance, but you describe her apparel to Rarity.
>Rarity's snout scrunches up in pure disgust.
>"Absolutely ghastly," she states.
>"And that singular bandanna around her leg?" She turns her side and makes a faux-puking motion. "Blegh!"
>A very faint chuckle escapes your lips.
>You can always count on Rarity to add some much-needed levity to any situation.
"And, um, anyway…"
>But it's time for your story to continue; Rarity's full attention snaps back to you.
"She convinced me to go into a secluded classroom with her. I-I don't know what I was thinking, why did I trust her? I'm so…I'm so stupid."
>You clench your fists to the point of pain.
>Seeing this, Rarity tenderly rests a forehoof on one of them.
>"It's not your fault, darling. What that mare did was abhorrent and abnormal. You mustn't blame yourself for the crimes committed by such a despicable sort."
>She has a point; even in this seedy-looking entertainment capital in the clouds—every single pony that you've met here has been nothing but friendly to you.
>So you could only wonder what kind of darkness lurked in Plainity's heart to drive her to such heinous acts.
>And what cruel twist of fate lead to you falling under her cross-hairs.
"When I went into the classroom, she locked the door—closed the curtains, a-and then…"
>You turn away from Rarity and find yourself staring off into the distance.
"She…she threatened me at knife point to pull my pants down and…"
>The distance grows blurrier by the second.
"A-and then…ugh."
>You wince; not feeling mentally and emotionally able enough to bring yourself to continue.
>After shaking your head, you turn back to Rarity.
"Sorry, I…I don't want to go into any more detail."
>"That's perfectly fine, Anonymous."
"I…I wish it was."
>You sigh.
"I feel violated, Rarity, and I still do. That mare, she stripped away and stomped on everything that I thought I could trust in—my confidence, my masculinity, my virtue…"
>You shudder in response to a chill rushing through the area; even now that you've put your clothes back on: you feel so naked right now—so vulnerable.
"The truth is…I barely feel like a man right now—much less a human."
>Your speech ends, and those dark thoughts begin to creep in on the corners of your mind once more.
>"Anonymous, look at me."
>You reluctantly turn your head to make eye contact with Rarity, gazing into those serious blue eyes.
>"Let me tell you right now: you are no less a stallion—or a man—for what you've suffered through today."
>Her gaze softens.
>"In fact, the courage that you've displayed here by speaking up about this ordeal—that right there tells me that you are every bit the proud and dignified human that I met back when you first arrived to Equestria."
>She gives you a smile.
>"And I'm honoured to have you as my dear friend."
>At the end of her grand speech, you find yourself returning her smile—if only just a little bit.
"Th-thanks Rarity." You sniffle, wiping away some tears. "You always know what to say."
>"I only speak the truth, darling. That noble flame inside of you hasn't been dimmed—not one bit! In fact, I dare say it burns brighter than ever!"
>She strikes an extravagant pose on the bench, thrusting her hoof skywards, and you two of share a laugh.
>As you do, you notice the sun starting to sink in the horizon.
"Speaking of 'noble flames,' it looks like the day's is just ending."
>"Yes! You're quite right! Oh—will you be alright heading home by yourself?"
>You purse your lips in thought; you *should* be okay, but what if…eh…
"Well, I think—"
>As if sensing your discomfort, Rarity suddenly hops off the bench and faces you, showily pressing her forehoof against her chest.
>"Actually, I insist that I escort you back to your abode! There's no way I'm letting you wander the streets alone after hearing what you've gone through!"
>You chuckle.
"I…I think I'll take you up on that, thanks Rarity."
>Sitting up off the bench, the two of you walk down the streets of Las Pegasus.
>The streetlights illuminate the cloudy pathways, giving the resort city an energetic glow.
>Although much like the murky alleyways in between the buildings, you know that there is darkness lurking within the cracks of this city—just out of view.
>"Is something the matter, Anonymous? I can see that ill-fitting frown on your face all the way from down here, you know."
>You see Rarity giving you a worried look as she walks by your side.
"O-oh, it's nothing."
>Rarity hastily trots in front of you, unwilling as ever to let your internal dilemmas be.
>"Really now? Because that expression on your face is telling me otherwise."
"…It's silly."
>"Whatever is on your mind isn't silly, I assure you."
>You know that this nosy mare isn't going to budge from her spot until you tell her what's on your mind.
"I…okay."
>You take a deep breath.
"It's just…what if I see her again, you know?"
>You look to the side wince, remembering that mare's dishevelled, unfashionable appearance…
"I-I mean, she goes to the same university that I do. A-and what if…"
>You gulp.
"Wh-what if she knows where I live? What if she's waiting for me to be alone again before she…she…"
>You stop yourself and look back to Rarity; her worried look has now turned into a full-on frown.
"S-sorry. Like I said, it's silly."
>She strongly shakes her head.
>"This is absolutely not 'silly,' Anonymous. It's a perfectly valid concern. Why, I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I didn't even consider it!"
"'Consider it?'"
>"Yes. In fact, I have a proposal for you; I'm currently staying over in a rather spacious hotel suite not too far from here. Why don't you stay with me until your worries subside?"
"Stay with you?"
>Your eyes widen.
"R-rarity I couldn't—"
>She raises a forehoof in the air.
>"I insist. There is absolutely *no* chance that I'll leave you at the mercy of that scoundrel. I'll even accompany you to your university."
>Your eyes widen even further.
"Wait, what? But…but won't that cut into your business ventures here?"
>"My business can wait, Anonymous. The well-being of one of my closest friends is far more important."
>The look of steely determination on her face tells you that she's dead serious, and you know that Rarity would never joke about such matters.
"I-if you're sure…"
>"Unquestionably."
>You slowly walk up to her and crouch down.
"Thank you, Rarity. Thank you so much."
>This time, you're the one initiating the hug.
>Tears are falling from your face, but this time—they're happy tears.
>She gently loops a hoof around you and pats you on the back.
>"And mark my words, if that 'Plainity' dares to show her face once more—I shall show that strumpet just what happens when she messes with one of my dear friends!"
>Hearing her state your assailant's name out loud sends a chill down your spine.
>No doubt it's because of the trauma associated with it.
>But you know that with Rarity on your side—you have nothing to fear now.
>As you pull back from your hug, your eyes catch a glimpse of something—
"Oh, Rarity, I think you've got a bit of…"
>You rub your cheek, mirroring the location where there's a pink splotch on Rarity's cheek.
>"A bit of—o-oh!"
>Her eyes shoot open as her hoof feels the stain on her face.
>She hurriedly yanks the pink residue off of her cheek with her magic and chucks it in a nearby bin.
>"Th-thank you, Darling. A stray piece of fabric must have gotten stuck on my face while I was working."
"Haha, right."
>"Come along, now!" Her smile returns as she trots away. "The night certainly isn't getting any brighter!"
>You follow her.
>Fabric, huh? From the way she pulled it off, it looked pretty stretchy…and gooey.
>But hey, she's the fashionista—you're just the human who's trying to learn about friendship in a dodgy university.
>Despite your differences, you're glad that there's someone in this world who cares enough about you to watch over you; you're glad that someone has your back out there.
>Rarity is a good friend.