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>She really needs to learn that you really hate when she's still here after you wake up, doesn't she?
>Suri, realizing you're awake, begins to stir
"Ugh. I don't understand why you couldn't have left an hour ago, Polomare."
>Suri sits up, rubbing her eyes
>Her purple hair is twisted and matted from sleep, and she rubs her eyes as her mouth stretches open in a yawn
>"What's got your pigtails in a twist now, Sugar?"
"I've explained to you before on at least three occasions that I prefer to wake up *alone*. If I'm to give you the privilege of sleeping with me--"
>"Privilege? You spent half the night kicking me in my sleep."
"It's not my fault I'm unaccustomed to sharing my bed. You need to be more accommodating."
>"And you need to learn to reciprocate oral, 'mkay? We can't all get what we want."
>She roots through your nightstand for a nail file, and begins to scrape at the edges of her index finger
>"Ugh. Your dirty snatch even chipped my paint. Hope that stuff isn't filled with lead--"
"My snatch is certainly *not* dirty."
>"What, so that was clean fish I was smelling?"
>You scoff at Suri's remarks, rolling out of bed and staggering across the floor to your underwear drawer
"At this point, I'd normally make a remark about your own genitalia. But I didn't see fit to even touch them. That should speak volumes."
>"Volumes about you being a pillow queen, yeah…"
"It's my bed. I have every right to be queen of its pillows."
>"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. It's nothing to me anyway, 'mkay? This is the last time I'm spending the night with you."
"You said that the last four times."
>"Well, you know what that say, yeah? Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me five times, and your cunt probably smells like a fisherman's--"
>Even as you slip a fresh pair of panties on, you flip Suri off
>It's hard not to be amused by Polomare's petulance, to the point where you almost smile to yourself during the bus ride to school
>Almost
>She thinks acting disinterested makes her different than the *others* you've had, but she begs just as much
>To think she actually thought that excuse about needing help with her Portuguese homework would beguile you
>Why is she even in a Portuguese class?
>The only thing Brazilian about her is the fact that her snatch desperately needs a wax
>"Hey, Sugar!"
>As always, Indigo runs right to your seat the minute she bus arrives at her stop
>Your backpack is taking up too much space for her to sit down, so she just awkwardly kneels on the floor next to you
>"H-how was last night?"
>You don't even have to look in Indigo's face to know she already knows exactly what happened between you and Suri
>After Indigo was there yesterday when the fashionista asked to come over, you recall, asking you to play Tekken with her after school
>Again
>Truthfully, you were thankful for the excuse not to spend an afternoon playing outdated children's games with Zap; in fact, it's probably the only reason you slept Suri at all
>You realize that Indigo is still waiting for an answer
"It was disappointing. Polomare makes disgusting noises in bed. She sounds like a pig."
>"Yeah! I, uh, b-bet she does. You still crushed that puss through, right? Eh?"
>She gives you an awkward punch on the shoulder, barely able to reach you from her position on the floor
"I did."
>"Ha, yeah! Sugarcoat, my girl!"
>She reaches her hand up for a high-five
>You don't return it
>"So, uh…"
>She shifts around, clearly uncomfortable
>You reach into your backpack, wondering if you packed lunch
>As it would turn out, you didn't; you were too busy kicking Polomare out of your house to remember to make one
>You despise that woman
>"So, uh… how long did you last?"
"Why are you inquiring about the details of our intimacy?"
>"Oh! You know, bro… no reason. Just r-really want to know how bad you beat that pussy up!"
"I didn't touch her genitalia. I would never stoop to such a level."
>Indigo nearly faints from relief
>"Yeah, of course not, dude! You'd never do that for someone like her! You'd never gently caress her thighs, slipping your tongue up between her lips, putting little kisses all over her clit…"
>She wipes drool from her mouth with the back of her hand
>"You'd never do anything like that! You're not that kind of girl! Ha, yeah. So, uh… what did you two do?"
"I don't feel the need to share that with you."
>"Oh, right. Totally cool. I'm r-really glad you two had a, uh… good time! I'm glad you enjoyed yourself!"
>She forces a smile, giving you a thumbs up
"Please be quiet. I'm trying to passively contemplate this town's disappointing infrastructure."
>"Right. Of course. Sorry."
>This place really is falling apart, isn't it?
>One hour later, you're stuck in homeroom, listening to Ms. Harshwhinny talk
>And wow, do you hate listening to her talk
>Her voice sounds like she permanently has a tampon shoved up each nostril, and for some reason she feels the need to insert "professional" or some derivation of such into each and every sentence
>As always, she's dressed in a skirt far too tight for a woman her age, and every time she turns her back to the class, you're avoided a full view of the contours of her ass, occasionally even a glimpse of her panties if she's reaching up to write near the top of the board
>Your skin crawls as you remember back to the first -- and only -- time you brought her home
>You'd heard that older lesbians were the most voracious in bed, but Ms. Harshwhinny succeeded only in eating you out for two minutes and then proceeding for cry for an hour about how her mother never really loved her
>No wonder she's still a "Miss"
>She turns back to the board, doing an exaggerated stretch as the tries to scrawl the week's schedule across the top of the blackboard
>As she does, she throws a glance at you over her shoulder, going up on her tiptoes and then back down, so that her skirt hikes up and affords you a view of a bit more of her underwear
>You can faintly see that "professionalism" is written across her ass in bold, black letters
>She winks at you, and you cringe
>Is she seriously so desperate that she doesn't care the rest of the class is staring at her butt?
>Absolutely embarrassing
"Ma'am, I'm aware my grades are not perfect, but I believe this to be far too much punishment."
>The smile is wiped off Ms. Harshwhinny's face
>"W-what, Ms. Sugarcoat?"
>The rest of the class snickers
"I merely thought that exposing the rest of the class to such a view was somewhat in violation of our basic human rights."
>More laughter followers, and Harshwhinny winces as if struck
>"M-Ms. Sugarcoat! That is hardly appropriate!"
"You're one to talk."
>The laughter grows out of control, and Ms. Harshwhinny's face turns as red as the plastic apple on her desk
>"That's it! Ms. Sugarcoat, you will… uh… receive detention! Two hours after school!"
>You shrug
"Just as long as you keep your clothes on, I don't really care."
>Ms. Harshwhinny hangs her head, humiliated
>You lean back in your chair, crossing your legs
>Absolutely disgusting, thinking she has any right to seduce you
>You choose your partners, and you will not be coerced--
>"Anyway!"
>Ms. Harshwhinny raises her voice so high that it cracks, making her sound like a schoolgirl
>"We have a new student today!"
>She coughs, forcing her voice back down to a normal volume in an effort to appear composed
>Her hands are shaking horribly, though, so it does little to help
>"Everyone, please join me in welcoming Twilight Sparkle! She'll be joining the 'S' homeroom for the rest of the year."
>Harshwhinny stands up straight, leading the class in applause
>You refuse to clap
>The door opens, and a timid girl poked her head in
>She's wearing the vest version of the uniform, like a total, unimaginable geek, and her purple-streaked hair is tied back in a tight, messy bun, leaving splashes of purple pink hanging on either side of her head
>Her eyes pear out at you from behind thick glasses, and she walks in with her head bowed, looking absolutely terrified
>For a moment, her eyes meet yours, and she flinches as if staring down a wild animal
>Something of yours has a very similar reaction, though far more localized
>You might need a change of underwear after class
>The purple-haired girl shuffles over towards Ms. Harshwhinny, mumbling barely loudly enough for you to hear:
>"Um, h-hey, everyone! My name is T-Twilight Sparkle. I transferred here from, uh… from CHS. I look forward to, uh…"
>She reaches into her backpack, pulling out a stack of notecards
>Unfortunately, her hands are shaking too badly to hold the cards properly, and she drops them to the floor
>"Ah! H-hold on…"
>She stoops down to grab them, turning her back to you as she tries to gather them off the floor
>Her skirt is just short enough to avoid you a view of her underwear, and it's much more welcome a sight than Harshwhinny's
>It's not much of a view, just a taste, but you can see skinny thighs adorned by a pair of tight panties, probably long since outgrown, and plastered with little cartoon dragons
>There's a virtual waterfall between your legs now; whoever uses this desk will be lucky if they don't end up sitting in a moist spot
>Twilight picks up her notecards, anxiously shuffling through them
>"Where was I, where w-was I… oh! I, look forward to growing to know each of you, and b-becoming friends, and l-learning together! I h-hope that, together, I can enr-rich your experience, and then he slowly began to insert his pulsating length into her quivering anus--"
>Twilight goes beet red, nearly dropping her cards again
>"H-how did that get in there! That was supposed to be for my s-smut-- I mean, m-my brother must have put that in as a joke! Heheh…"
>She coughs, shuffling her feet
>"Anywayit'sreallygoodtomeetyouallbye."
>She runs to the first only open seat, setting down her books and immediately dropping her head, as if trying to feign nonexistence
>Casually, keeping your arms crossed and your arms resting in your lap, you turn to her
>She notices you looking at her, but keeps her eyes on the floor
>You scowl
>How slow is this girl on the uptake?
"Hey."
>You don't even bother whispering; your speaking voice is flat enough that no one will notice
>Plus Harshwhinny won't dare speak up to you now
>The girl squeaks in terror, hiding her face in her Pre-Calculus book
>Forget a waterfall, you're a geyser now
>She's so adorably vulnerable; you just want to sink your teeth into her scrawny butt until she cries
>You reach out a hand, laying your fingers on her arm
>She flinches, biting her tongue to keep from crying out
>And then the brat has the insolence to scoot her chair away from you
>She's even trying to resist?
>Oh, yeah, you're going to need to change everything below your waist after this
>The minute class ends, you're upon the girl
>You chase her down, ending up cornering her against a locker
"Hey."
>"B-bluh…"
>Twilight shrinks back against the locker, looking like she's about to pee herself
>Which, while it's definitely not your thing, would at least be fun to watch
"You're incredibly unattractive. In fact, you'll have close to zero chances with any boy here. But I'm willing to take you back to my house and sexually abuse you long enough to instill some small sense of physical validation in you."
>"W-what?"
"I'm going to have sex with you. It'll serve to boost your popularity and self-esteem just enough for you to not get socially eaten alive."
>"I, uh… d-don't really want to…"
"You do. And you will. If you want, we can go right now. The third-floor bathroom won't be occupied, unless Indigo is in there crying again."
>"I, um… uh…"
>And then she's gone
>You're not really sure how she did it; she just sort of slips away
>Meek as she is, you didn't even expect it, she just melted back into the crowd
>You try to chase after her, but someone grabs your arm from behind
>Ms. Harshwhinny is staring daggers into you, her eyes red and her makeup smeared by tears
>"Ms. Sugarcoat! Your behavior back there was decidedly unprofessional!"
>She leans in, dropping her voice low
>"How could you say that about me? Is that really… what you think?"
>More tears begin to speak
>"Am I really hideous? Oh God, it's just like momma said. She always said that the only person who'd ever want me would have to be blind, deaf, and a mentally-retarded--"
>You press your mouth against Harshwhinny's, trying to keep from gagging
>She lets go of you, stunned
>You return her wink from earlier, then strut away
>Harshwhinny just watches, gaping like a fish
>Twilight is long since gone, but you still prowl the hallways, trying to find her
>There's ten minutes before the next period; how far could she have gone?
>As you walk, you try to wipe Harshwhinny's lipstick from your mouth with the back of your hand, but the waxy garbage refuses to come off
>Ugh, how positively disgusting
>Now there's a chance the rest of the school will learn that you smooched that dried-up whore
>And, worst of all, that stupid purple girl has you pent up and sweaty, not to mention hornier than you've been in weeks
>Something about that demure, awkward attitude just turns your lady-bits into Old Faithful
>But now you're alone, you're horny, and you have no one to take all this sexual frustration out on
>Where are you going to find a girl who even comes close to being as disgustingly-yet-adorably beta as her?
>"Hey, uh, Sugarcoat?"
>Coco Pommel taps you on the shoulder, before stepping backwards, out of your personal space
"Pommel. I told you not to approach me in public."
>"Yeah, I know. I'm really sorry. I just… have you seen Suri?"
>For a moment, it looks like she's about to step inside your bubble, but a well-placed glare scares her off
>She stands a safe three feet from you, wringing her hands in worry
>"I just get really worried when I don't see her for a while, and she hasn't been answering my texts, and I haven't seen her at school yet, and I'm really sorry to bother you, but… I mean, I know she'd never to anything bad, right? She loves me!"
"Mhm."
>"So it's not that I don't trust her, I just worry that something happened to her, you know? I want to make sure she's--"
"Pommel."
>"Y-yes?"
"She's late today because she's lazy. And she wasn't responding because she spent last night with her tongue in my vagina."
>Coco's face goes pale
>…then she starts to laugh
>"H-hah! Good on, Sugarcat! You almost had me for a--"
>You pull out your phone, and show her but a few of the nudes you took of Suri
>They're unimpressive to you, but Coco's jaw drops
>"She… but… you… she l-let you see her naked?"
"She's done more than that for me. Approximately two hours of last evening consisted of her giving me oral sex."
>"But… she w-won't even hold hands with me…"
>Coco sinks to her knees, hands entangled in her hair
>"She said she loved me… and she's doing all this with you…"
>The junior fashionista's eyes are wide with horror
>"I can't… I can't…"
>You roll your eyes
>Defenseless girls may hit all your favorite spots, but the "broken with horror" act does nothing for you
"Coco."
>You kneel down to her level, placing your hands on her shoulders
"Suri does not find you attractive in the slightest. She keeps you around because you're useful. I, however, find you quite desirable."
>"What? Y-you do?"
>She grips your hands, clearly desperate for validation in her time of terror
>And validation is exactly what you're willing to give her
"I do. You're unimpressive and self-hating enough to arouse me, and even if I feel no emotional attraction to you, you're at least worth a few minutes of time so I can quench my current sexual frustration. I would possibly even be willing to let you eat me out."
>Coco looks like she's about to cry
>"That's the n-nicest thing anyone's ever said to me…"
>She gets slowly to her feet, slipping her tiny, shaky, sweaty hand into yours
>"You c-can do anything you want to me, but you tell me you love me at least once, okay?"
>You grin, licking your lips
"Deal."
>You are Indigo Zap
>And you're totally not crying!
>It doesn't count as crying if no tears touch your cheeks, right?
>You've got the sink running on full blast, filling up its basin with hot water
>Which your face is currently immersed in
>Sure, your shoulders are shaking, your eyes are burning, and you keep almost passing out from running out of air
>But at least you're not crying!
>You pull your head out of the water for just a minute, droplets spilling into your mouth as you gasp for air
>Why did she have to pick Suri over you?
>What does she have that you don't?"
>An image of Sugarcoat cuddling Suri pops into your head, both of them in naked in front of a roaring fire and placing tender, little kisses on each other's bodies
>Unbidden, you feel more tears welling in your eyes, and throw your head back under the water before they can fall
>Hopefully you can stop not-crying soon, so you can get back to class
>You let out an involuntary sob, and a stream of bubbles reaches the surface of the water
>It's okay, though, you're gonna be okay
>As long as you don't cry, you're gonna be okay
>You're interrupted from nearly drowning yourself by the sound of the bathroom door being thrown open
>Before anyone can see you not-crying, you jump away from the sink and lock yourself in a bathroom stall
>And just in time, too; a second later, you hear two pairs of shoes on the tile floor as a pair of girls struts in
>"Are you, um… sure it's okay if we do it in here?"
>The first voice you vaguely recognize as belonging to Coco Pommel
>Given how often her and Suri hang out together, you'd imagine the second figure is--
>"I've had sex in here at least a dozen times."
>Wow, Suri sounds a *lot* like Sugarcoat!
>You never realized…
>Coco squeaks, and you hear a body being pushed against the wall
>"I, um… I don't really know how to… uh…"
>"It's easy. If you can't figure out basic cunnulingus, you're literally retarded."
>Wow, that sounds *exactly* like something Sugarcoat would say
>But Sugarcoat would never just bang random girls like this
>Suri was an exception, and even then it was just once--
>"G-gah! Don't touch me there!"
>"Why wouldn't I touch you there? We're having sex."
>"B-but… I didn't think you put your finger *in* it… oh dear…"
>Coco's panting heavily now, and you hear something dripping onto the tile
>You are Sugarcoat
>You have Coco pressed up against the wall, one hand up her skirt and inside her panties
>She's insanely tight, whether from nerves or just her natural petite-ness, you're not sure
>Your index finger is currently inside her, but getting a second one in is proving to be tricky, despite how wet she is
>And when you say wet, you mean *wet*
>Her fluids are running down your wrist like a leaky faucet, staining the sleeve of your uniform with her vanilla-scented excretion
>"G-guh… Suri… that f-feels so good…"
>Your hand closes around her throat
"Don't you dare call me by Polomare's name."
>"S-sorry… ack…"
>She starts to gasp for air, her face turning blue
>Which, in turn, makes her all the wetter
>You manage to fit a second finger up inside her, jamming them in all the way to the knuckle
>Coco's entire body begins to convulse, though you're unsure if it's from lack of oxygen or sexual pleasure
>She gasps again, her tongue lolling out of her mouth
>Okay, it's probably both
>"Please d-don't stop, Sugarcoat…"
>That's better
>You give her throat one last squeeze for good measure, and she cums all over your hand
>Disgusting, but at least you weren't wearing your watch
>As Coco struggles to fill her lungs with air, you wipe her own vaginal fluids on her uniform jacket
>No way are you letting that filth sit on your hands for the rest of the day
>Coco squirms, the aftershocks of her orgasm making her legs wobbly
>You grab her by the hair and force her to a kneeling position, shoving her head up under your skirt
>"W-wait… Sugarcoat."
"I'm not going to wait. Give me head, or I'm tossing you into the hallway."
>"N-no, just…remember what I asked you? What I wanted you to say?"
>She peeks out from the hem of your skirt, eyes filling with tears
>"Please just say it…"
>You roll your eyes
>OH GOD OH GOD
>You are Indigo Zap, and you... you know this isn't happening!
>It can't be her, it can't!
>She did it with Suri once, sure, but that was an accident!
>She would never.. with someone else… no…
>You're going to be sick
>Falling to your knees, you dry-heave for a bit
>Fortunately, Coco's moans are drowning you out
>Unfortunately, with your head to the ground, you're given a full view of the girls' coitus
>Sugarcoat has Coco pressed against the wall, her mouth against the junior fashionista's neck and her hand in the petite girl's panties
>No
>NO!
>Please, please, no!
>You dry-heave again, and the world starts to spin
>Dimly, through your spinning head, you hear Coco's voice
>"Please, just say it…"
"Fine. I love you, Coco."
>No….
>You can feel the wetness brewing in your eyes again
>No, not now
>You can't cry now!
>Coco closes her eyes, blushing furiously
>Tears of her own seep from under her eyelids, trailing her sloppy mascara down her cheeks
>"Thank you, Sugarcoat."
"I hope you know I didn't mean it in the slightest. Now eat me out, before I get bored."
>You can't control it
>A single tear slides down your cheek as Coco shoves her face up between Sugarcoat's thighs
>No!
>You can't cry!
>Not here!
>You whirl around, still on your knees, and shove your face into the toilet water, washing the tear away
>This can't be happening
>There has to be an explanation, right?
>Sugarcoat is just… she's just…
>Amplified by the ceramic bowl currently surrounding your head, you hear Coco's loud slurping noises as she begins to taste Sugarcoat
>NO NO NO
>Your eyes begin to burn more than before, tear after tear welling from them only to flow into the toilet water
>The slurping grows louder, accompanied by hungry groans from Coco
>You force your face deeper into the bowl, but you can't drown out the awful, sloppy noise of her tongue against Sugarcoat's loins
>No, please, why won't they stop?
>You let out an involuntary, choked sob, which echoes through the bowl and out into the rest of the bathroom
>Coco pauses, gagging on Sugarcoat's labia
>"W-what was--"
>"It was nothing. Now finish the job."
>You hear a soft *smack* as Sugarcoat grabs Coco by the back of her head, forcing her face back into her crotch
>And that's when a new sound reaches your ears
>For a moment, you're not even sure if you heard it
>"Ah."
>Sugarcoat doesn't quite moan - it's more of a monotone grunt -- but it's an unmistakable sign of sexual pleasure
>She does it again, louder this time, and ending in a long, contented sigh
>"Ah…"
>Your loins begin to moisten
>"Ahhh. Unf…"
>She starts panting under her breath, and you can hear her shove Coco up against the wall again, grinding her hips against the smaller girl's face
>You're practically dripping now, and your right hand begins to twitch
>No, you can't, not here…
>"A-ah."
>Sugarcoat's voice just barely cracks out of her monotone
>Unbidden, your fingers begin to slip up your thighs and towards the hem of your panties
>No!
>Why can't you stop!?
>Your face is in a toilet, and Sugarcoat is…
>She's…
>The first finger penetrates you, while your thumb toys with your clitoris
"G-guh…"
>The water muffles your grunts of pleasure as you fit a second and third finger inside yourself, rubbing furiously
>Sugarcoat lets out an uncharacteristically high-pitched squeak, and your hear something dribbling onto the floor
>Is that…
>Did she just cum!?
>Another girl just made Sugarcoat cum!
>And she didn't mention you once…
>Probably didn't even think about you, just about Coco
>Or even Suri
>Your body goes limp, and your head comes to rest against the bottom of the toilet bowl
>At the same time, your hand finally brings you to orgasm, so you end up twitching on the floor like a poorly-made puppet, staining the stall's floor with your own love fluids
>The orgasm doesn't even feel good, it just makes you hurt less
>Sugarcoat says something to Coco, but you don't care
>As the brief burst of pleasure fades, you find yourself sinking into unconsciousness
>Maybe you'll drown here
>It won't be dignified death, but it'll be better than having to face *her* again…
***
"B-bluh!"
>You awaken with a start, water flooding into your lungs
>Throwing yourself backwards, you hit a wall, your head spinning
"Ugh, what…"
>You look down at your hands and cough up a few mouthfuls of water
"What happened…"
>Your memories are fuzzy, but you distinctly get the feeling that you just experienced something awful
>Sugarcoat was… and Coco…
>You lean over the toilet, and vomit up the remaining water
>Steeling yourself, you look outside of the stall
>There's no sign of anyone, nor of any coitus having occurred
>Maybe it was all a dream?
>That hope is nearly immediately extinguished
>A thick puddle of mixed vaginal excretions is splattered across the floor in front of the faucets
>And some of that is Sugarcoat's
>You start to feel hungry for the first time today…
>No!
>You can't!
>You've humiliated yourself enough today, you're not going to stop to… to tasting Sugarcoat's fluids
>…those delicious juices
>Taking a quick look around to make sure you're alone, your drop to your knees and press your face into the puddle, tongue lapping at its contents
>They're acrid and salty, but simultaneously delicious
>For one sweet, tender moment, you allow yourself to imagine that it was you eating Sugarcoat out
>Why couldn't it be you?
>When the floor is cleaned, your stagger to your feet, heading towards the bathroom door
>Your tongue is still coated with Sugarcoat's juices, but that's about all that's keeping you going
>Why couldn't it be you?
>Why aren't you good enough for her?
>You stagger to the stairs, taking them one-at-a-time as you head towards the third floor
>As always, you know the roof will be empty
>You can find some time to yourself up here
>Maybe even take the short way down...
***
>You are Twilight Sparkle
>Finally, after twenty minutes of searching, you found a way onto the roof
>That creepy pigtail girl can't find you up here, at least...
>Why did things have to be like this?
>Your mom promised that you'd be happy here, that the place wouldn't be full of bullies like CHS was
>But now, on your very first day, that weird pigtail girl was already grabbing you and trying to scare you
>You tuck your legs against your chest, laying your head atop your knees
>Why couldn't you just find a school full of people who like you, for once?
>Instead it's just more bullies
>You're near enough to the ledge of the roof that, for a moment, you consider taking the short way down
>But that wouldn't help anything
>People would just laugh at you, and your mom would be sad
>'Ha! That purple idiot fell off the roof! What an idiot!'
>They'd probably even show up to your funeral, Sunset Shimmer, Pigtail Girl and the rest, just to laugh
>You can imagine it so clearly: Velvet seated next to your coffin, while Sunset cajoles her from the--
>"Hey."
>You flinch so hard you nearly fall off
>A blue-haired girl you haven't met before is standing at the other side of the roof
>And for some reason, she's soaking wet
"Oh, uh... hey."
>You turn your back to her, hoping she'll just leave
>Instead, the girl starts to walk towards you
>A tremor builds in your chest, and you have to sit on your hands to keep from biting at your nails
>As her footsteps get closer, you bow your head, hoping that, if she is going to bully you, she at least keeps away from the physical aspect
>You really don't want to explain more bruises to your mom...
>"You alright if I sit with you, bro?"
>The girl's voice sounds weird; it's warbly and broken, as if she'd just been crying
"I guess? I can leave if you want."
>"Nah, it's cool. This is my usual hiding spot."
"Sorry."
>"I don't mind sharing."
"Okay..."
>You can't resist anymore
>You pull your hand out from under you and shover your fingers into your mouth, nails ending up between your teeth
>The girl gives you a weird look
>"You alright?"
"Oh, y-yeah. Sorry."
>"No, really. It's cool."
>She sits down next to you
>"Honestly, it's kinda nice to have someone else out here. I guess I just forget how lonely alone-time can get. What's your name?"
"Twilight S-Sparkle."
>"Nice. Indigo Zap."
>The strange girl shoulder-bumps you as she sits down
>But she doesn't do it in a way that hurts
>It feels almost... friendly?
>A weird, warm, fuzzy feeling starts to well up in your chest
>Indigo dangles her legs out over the edge, staring at the ground
>"So, why're you out here?"
"I dunno. I don't feel like a lot of the students here like me v-very much. I wanted to go somewhere where I could be alone, and... and not be bothering them."
>"Bothering them? Who were you bothering?"
"I dunno. I just feel like being around p-people is b-bothering--"
>You stop yourself short, realizing your doing it again, the "thing" your mother warned you again
"Sorry."
>"What for?"
"I don't want to b-bum you out. Mom says it's the reason I c-can't make friends."
>"Nah, dude, you're not bumming me out. You seem super chill."
>She hits your shoulder again, and again you flinch
>But it doesn't hurt
>It's just a light little tap, just enough to let you know she's there
>It feels... good
>Really good
>The warm feeling intensifies, and along with it come more words, spilling out of you before you can stop yourself
"Sorry. It's j-just, a lot of people kinda don't like it when I talk about me. So... if I s-say anything stupid, just tell me, okay?"
>Indigo just stares at you for a moment
>Then she throws her head back, laughing
>"You're crazy, bro! Why would I be mad at you for talking to me?"
"I dunno. Just--"
>"Nah. Don't worry about it, alright? Trust me, I'm just happy someone is actually speaking to me. You're a cool girl, Twi."
>She gave you your own nickname!?
>You're starting to feel like you're going to cry
>Why is she being so nice to you?
>Making sure to keep your voice steady, you fold your hands in your lap, and ask Indigo a question of your own
"So, um... why were you out here?"
>"Oh, I was gonna kill myself."
>Indigo immediately bites her tongue, her cheeks red
>"I mean, uh... thrill myself! You know, with the beauty of nature! Heh heh, wow, sure is gorgeous up here, huh?"
>You hug your knees tighter against yourself
>It's hard to look at Indigo too long; it makes you feel too happy, and you're worried you might cry
>Crying now would be a *great* way to lose the only friend you've made here, wouldn't it?
"Yeah. It is really beautiful up here..."
>For a moment, the two of you fall silent, just listening to the rustle of the wind
>The ambiance is interrupted by the bell ringing, but neither of you move
"Don't you n-need to get to class?"
>"Eh. I hardly ever go anyway. Not like it matters much."
"Oh."
>"What about you? You're new here, shouldn't you be going?"
"I g-guess. But I finished my homework for the next two weeks already, and--"
>"Jesus fuck, you serious?"
"Yeah. I m-mean, it wasn't hard. Most of the classes I'm in are pretty basic..."
>"Nah man, all your homework for a week? Are you one of those weird teenage geniuses that build bomb-clocks?"
"N-no? I mean, I built a r-robot once, but it barely worked."
>"A robot? Are you fucking me?"
"I'm s-sorry! I didn't mean to make you mad. Sorry..."
>"I"m not mad! That's insane, dude! What did it do?"
"The robot?"
>"Hell yeah, the robot!"
>Indigo scoots back from the ledge, laying on her back and crossing her legs
>"Tell me everything, dude. It sounds sick."
"O-oh! Everything? I mean, okay. If you get bored, just tell me to stop, and I'll... um... okay. The robot. I guess I started with the chassis, which was just a coffee can with legs made of LEGO parts. B-but I borrowed servos from an old Roomba, and..."
>You are Indigo Zap
>And you honestly don't know how to feel right now
>Twilight just keeps talking and talking
>And instead of getting bored, you feel... good
>No, great, even
>She's paying so much attention to you!
>Sure, you don't understand half of what she says, but she really likes talking to you!
>Twilight continues on with her explanation
>She's not chewing her nails anymore, but she's spent most of the conversation fidgeting with a thick lock of her purple hair, winding it around her index finger down to the knuckle
>"The p-programming was hard. I ended up just using C, b-because it was the easiest to find hardware for. There were NEXT bricks that could run the compiled programs--"
>She's interrupted by the bell ringing again
>For a minute, you just ignore it
>Then, deep inside the recesses of your not-so-great-at-math brain, you realize something
"Whoa, wait. That was four bells since we've been up here, right?"
>"Five."
"SHIT!"
>You jump to your feet
>"What?"
"I have lunch now!"
>"Oh..."
>Twilight looks downcast, but doesn't stop you from leaving
"Hey! I'll see you again real soon, alright? How about after school?"
>"A-after school?"
"Yeah! You can come over to my house, or something. Sound good?"
>"Oh, uh... I mean... y-yeah! Definitely! I, uh... are you sure? I mean, I'm not r-really that interesting to--"
"Nah dude, this is happening. I'll come find you at the end of the day, alright? Maybe you can show me that robot!"
>"Y-yeah!"
>Twilight's positively glowing now, even as you head towards the exit
>"W-wait!"
>Just as you're about to leave, she calls you back
>"Can you, um... w-walk me to my next class?"
>You reach Twilight's "Intro to Astrophysics" class safely, where you drop her off
>Didn't she say something about her classes being basic?
>You can barely pronounce "astrophysics," so you're not really sure how "basic" it can possibly be
"Well, here ya go."
>"Y-yeah. Thanks, Indigo."
"No problem, Twi."
>At the sound of her new nickname (which you made up totally on your own!), she blushes
>"So... after school?"
"Yeah. I'll meet you by the cafeteria, alright?"
>"Y-yeah."
>She turns to go back to class
>But before she can take a step into the room, she whirls around and throws her arms around your waist, hugging herself tightly against you
>"Thanks, Indi. Uh... is it c-cool if I call you that?"
"Hell yeah, dude."
>You return her hug, then let go
"See you later, alright?"
>"Yeah. Later!"
>With one final, excited wave, she disappears into class
>You feel... kinda alright, now
>It's insane
>Everything with Sugarcoat and Coco is starting to just feel like a bad dream
>Or, at least, it was
>Until you find her again
>Or, rather, until she finds you
>You're just walking back to lunch after dropping Twilight off when you feel a heavy hand on your shoulder
>"Zap."
"Sugar! Hey! No, nothing's wrong, dude, I'm totally fine!"
>"I didn't ask how you were, because I don't care."
"O-oh..."
>"And I'd appreciate it if you'd use my full name when you speak to me."
"Yeah, sure thing..."
>Sugarcoat's fingers dig into your shoulder
>A tremor of bliss runs through your body
>She's touching you!
>Sugar's actually touching you!
>Sure, it hurts a little, but her fingers are so perfect, so strong, so--
>No
>She doesn't care about you, Indigo
>You have a new friend, and--
>"I noticed you were hanging around with Twilight."
"Oh, yeah! You know her? She's a super cool girl, and--"
>Sugarcoat squeezes you harder, and you let out a tiny squeak
>Whether it's based in pleasure or pain, even you aren't entirely certain
>"Why are you spending so much time with her?"
"I just met her!"
>Sugarcoat's voice doesn't change from her usual monotone, but you detect a hint of jealousy in it
>Her fingers dig in so deep that you can physically feel the bruises forming
>"I see. So the two of you are friends? You've managed to enchant her waif-ish little heart?"
"Uh... I guess?"
>It's hard to focus right now
>Sugarcoat is actually *touching* you
>Even if it hurts, it feels so--
>No, you need to focus on Twilight
>Even if this is the most amazing thing you've ever felt, you need to...
>To do what again?
>Sugarcoat moves in close, so close you can smell her breath
>It smells like Wintergreen Tic-Tacs, so deliciously perfect it makes your head spin
>Your knees go weak, and you're glad you're up against the wall, otherwise you'd probably collapse
>"Really? Ugh."
"W-what's wrong, Sugar? We had plans to hang out after school. If you want to meet her, you can totally."
>Sugarcoat groans
>"You're such an idiot, Indigo. I don't want to *meet* her. I'm going to destroy her delicate little vaginal canal."
"Uh... you mean, like, in a sexual way?"
>"Yes, you absolute dunderhead. I mean in a sexual way. I find her immensely attractive, and I'm going to sexually violate her until I'm satisfied."
"Oh, well, uh..."
>You scratch at the back of your head, beginning to sweat
>She's squeezing you so tight, holy shit...
"I mean, maybe there's another girl you could violate, you know..."
>"There are plenty. This school is full of impressionable young women who would readily have sex with someone of my stature and level of attractiveness. But I don't want them."
"Oh, well... maybe there's someone who really thinks you're super cool, and who would love it if you'd take her home and--"
>"I would not be interested in that person. Currently, I only want to pursue Twilight Sparkle."
"Yeah, right. Of course. Just, you know, if you ever wanted to hit some new puss, bro, you could--"
>"Then I have many options. I'm aware."
"Y-yeah... right..."
>"Are you done running your mouth, Zap? If you are, I have a favor to ask of you."
"A favor? Of me?"
>Your heart soars at the possibility of making her happy
>First you made a new friend, and now you get to do something for Sugarcoat?
>Wait, what did she mean about having 'many options?'
>She doesn't mean that she...
>With a bunch of girls?
>No!
>Of course not, Sugarcoat isn't like that
>Suri was one-time thing, probably, and Twilight is just her trying to experiment
>She's just confused, really
>But soon she'll realize how much you mean to her, you're sure!
>Once she realizes how disappointing other girls are, she'll be super into you!
>If you can get her laid, she'll totally realize how good of a friend you are!
>And then...
>You roll your eyes back, relishing in Sugar's touch
>...she'll realize you're the one she really loves
>And she'll take you home, and squeeze your shoulder all night long
>"If you're unable to pay attention to me without immediately dazing off, then you can forget about ever doing me a favor."
>You immediately snap to attention
"R-right! Sorry, bro. Just, you know... thinking about all those options you've got! Sure must be cool crushing all that--"
>"If your virginal mouth utters the phrase 'crushing puss' one more time, I'll make sure it's the last words I have to hear from you."
"You will?'
>For some reason, that idea makes your thighs lock together, and a single line of your arousal flows down them
"And, uh, you know... how would you do that?"
>Sugarcoat just narrows her eyes
"Okay, okay, sorry. I won't ask."
>"That's better. Now."
>She jabs a finger in your chest, narrowly avoiding your breasts
>Unfortunately
>You shrink back against the wall, your heart hammering
>That's twice in one day she's touched you!
>"That little purple girl. You're going to take her to that closet in the back of the gym. You know the one?"
>You have no idea which one she's referring to
"Yeah! Of course I know that one, Sugar!"
>Her finger jabs you again, harder
>It feels like you're about to have a coronary
>That's three times!
>Three whole times she's touched you!
>This must be her realizing her secret desires, you think to yourself
>At your sides, your hands begin to twitch, and it's all you can do to keep from embracing Sugarcoat on the spot
>If you can prove yourself to her now, she'll have to realize she loves you!
>You already made a new friend, and now you're about to win Sugarcoat's heart!
>*smack*
>Sugarcoat's palm slams into your face, knocking you sideways
>"I said to pay attention to me, you absolutely worthless mess."
"Y-yeah... sure thing, dude..."
>That's four times, now
>Your face burns with the pain of her slap, but also with the warmth of Sugarcoat's touch
>You think you need to change your panties
>Sugarcoat places a foot atop you, holding you in place
>Around you, students just sort of mill by, looking uncomfortable with the scene
>She presses her weight onto the small of your back, holding you in place
>You begin to twitch, hoping the fluids seeping from beneath your skirt aren't making a noticeable stain on the floor
>"So. Here's what you're going to do. Are you listening?"
"Hell y-yeah..."
>You twitch again, your right hand seeming to move towards your crotch with a mind of its own
>Forcibly, you jam it beneath your chest, keeping it locked in place
>Still, it tries desperately to creep to your crotch like some demonic spider
>Growing frustrated, Sugarcoat presses more weight onto you
>You cough, eyes rolling back in your head
>"Stop moving."
>You freeze in place, shivering
>"That's better. Now, promise you're listening. I'm not going to say this again."
"I'm listening, dude."
>"Don't call me 'dude.' I'm Sugarcoat, ma'am, or Ms. Sugarcoat. You'll refer to me as such."
"Alright..."
>"Now. Once you get Twilight to the closet behind the gym, you're going to keep her there until I arrive. Understood?"
"Yeah."
>"I don't care how hard she struggles or how much she wants to leave. You're going to do this for me."
"Struggles? But, come on, dude--"
>"Sugarcoat."
>She presses down so tightly you can barely breathe
>Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, and you gasp in delight
>She's *so* strong
"I c-can't do that, du-- Sugarcoat. She's my friend."
>"I don't care."
"But..."
>"You want to do something for me, right Zap?"
"Yeah, b-but..."
>It's hard to get enough air into your chest to speak
>Unable to receive assistance from your hand, your thighs begin to rub together like a cricket's legs, only the sound produced is quite different than a chirp
>Sugarcoat scoffs in disgust
>"There's no 'but' about it. Can you do this for me?"
"I... but..."
>Sugarcoat groans
>"Ugh. I don't have time for this. Zap, if you do this for me, I'll..."
>Sugarcoat massages her brow
>"I'll... give you a kiss."
>Something in the back of your mind breaks like a vial of phosphorous
>For a moment, all misgivings are forgotten
"You will? You promise!?"
>Sugarcoat removes her foot from her back, scooting away from you
>"Sure. But only if I receive Twilight Sparkle at the end of the school day!"
>For a moment, you lock up
"I... but..."
>It's just a closet in the school, right?
>And Sugarcoat would never want to really *hurt* Twilight
>She probably just wants to make friends with her, and wants it to happen in a private spot!
>It's no wonder she doesn't like you, if you're always assuming the worst about her
>You slowly get to your knees, gasping for air
>Your head droops in shame
>How could you think such awful things about your best friend?
>And after all the horrible things you've thought about her, and after being such a useless friend, she still wants to kiss you!
>Love for Sugarcoat swells anew in your heart
>You're sure Twilight will understand, you just want her to hang out in a closet for a bit!
>"Well? Are you going to say something?"
"I'll do it."
>Sugarcoat grins, licking her lips
>"Excellent. Good job, Zap."
>She leans down, lays her hand flat, and pats your head
>You experience one brief, rapturous moment of bliss
>Then you pass out
...
>You wake up in sticky underwear, slumped in a corner of the hallway
>Most of the students step over you without really noticing
>Judging by the footprints on your skirt, though, a few weren't quite so courteous
>You get shakily to your feet, realizing you're insanely hungry
>Judging by the school clocks, it's almost the end of last period
>Looks like you missed an entire day of school, but whatever
>School is for nerds like Coco and geniuses like Twilight, not for cool girls like you
>The thought of Coco makes your chest hurt, but it's lessened since before
>Despite everything Sugarcoat did to her, they never kissed!
>In fact, you can't think of anyone you've seen her kiss
>You might be...
>You might be her first ever!
>Just the thought makes your heart soar, and you sprint down to the cafeteria in hopes of getting an after-school snack before it closes
>You get there just as they put out a fresh basket of fries, and begin to scarf them down immediately
>And you'd probably have polished off the entire basket, if not for the sound of shoes tapping against the tile behind you
>You turn around to find Twilight standing behind you, holding a tray
>"Um, h-hey, Indigo."
"Mmf Mmmf!"
>You swallow a huge mouthful of fries, the resulting rush of salt nearly blowing your heart out
"Hey, Twi!"
>She looks at the fries behind you, licking her lips, but doesn't say anything
"Oh! Here, you want some?"
>You step away, allowing her to grab some food of her own
>"Thanks..."
"Hey, no problem. You still down to hang out?"
>She nods, her face brightening
>"Yeah! I've been looking forward to it all day!"
>She reaches into her backpack, pulling out a notebook
>"I hope you don't mind, but I drew up a few lists of things we could do. Just, you know, b-because I want to make sure today goes perfect."
>As the two of you walk towards a lunch table, you look through the notebook
>"If you don't wanna do the stuff on here, it's c-cool. I just thought, you know... it's my first time actually getting to hang out with a friend. I want to make sure I d-don't mess up and make it boring."
>On the pages, she has several different itineraries, each labeled alphabetically
>They include such activities as 'play telephone,' 'watch scary movies,' 'tell each other secrets,' and 'try to learn to bake cookies'
>"So, what do you think?"
"Well, uh... I had a different idea, actually..."
>"A-another plan? Oh, yeah!'
>She hastily stows the notebook away, looking slightly disappointed
>"We can t-totally do whatever you want! I just, you know... I'll s-save these. In case we hang out again."
>She sticks a fry in her mouth, holding it between her teeth like a cigarette while she talks
>"We are gonna hang out again, r-right?"
"Oh, yeah, totally."
>"Yay! So, what's your idea?"
"Well, uh..."
>You glance down at your hands, trying to think of how to sell this to her
"It's... a surprise!"
>"Oh, cool!"
>Twilight scarfs down some more of her food, but seems to be unable to stop herself from speaking
>"What kinda surprise is it? A scary one? A fun one?"
"Can't tell ya. That'd ruin the surprise, right?'
>Twilight smacks herself on the forehead
>"Of course, duh. Ha, just ignore me. I t-talk to much when I get excited. Mom says it's second biggest reason I can't make friends. Or *couldn't* make f-friends now, I guess. Ha ha."
>She wolfs down the rest of her fries, then sits back in her seat with her legs crossed
>Then re-crosses them
>Then re-crosses them again
>"So, when can we see the surprise?"
"Oh, uh... well, whenever you're ready, I guess."
>Sugarcoat didn't say when she'd get there, but there's no harm in getting there early, right?
>"Is right now okay? S-sorry, I just can't wait!"
>She starts fidgeting with the buttons of her uniform, unbuttoning and then re-buttoning her vest
"Oh, yeah..."
>You stand up, feeling your appetite for french fries significantly diminish
"Right now's okay..."
>"Wait, the surprise is in school?"
"Yeah. In the gym."
>"Whoa. It's, uh... it's not gonna be basketball, right?"
"Ha, no, man. It's not basketball."
>"G-good. I'm really bad at b-basketball. And sports in general. Mom says it's the t-third biggest reason I can't make friends. Couldn't make friends."
>She takes a step closer to you, walking close enough that her shoulder occasionally bumps yours
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>The gymnasium is empty when you arrive, of course
>And almost pitch black
>Since it was build in the direct center of the school, there aren't any windows
>With the lights off, you can barely see anything as you make your way across the floor; only a narrow strip of emergency lighting provides you with enough visibility to see
>Twilight keeps close to you, touching your arm
>"Is the s-surprise in here?"
"Yeah. Near the back."
>"Okay. Sorry, it's k-kinda spooky. Nothing's gonna jump out at me, right? Because if it d-does, I might scream."
"No, nothing's gonna jump out. Here we go."
>You find the door-- wait, no
>You find *a* door to *a* closet
>Was this the one Sugarcoat was talking about?
>There's a row of closets at the far end of the gym
>Although, come to think of it, she did say 'the back,' didn't she?
>So it can't be one of these
>It has to be further in
>In the corner, there's a door to the storage shed
>It's locked, but you're strong enough to force it open anyway
>Twilight squeaks in fright as she looks down the narrow, brick corridor that leads into the storage closet
>"Indigo? I k-kinda don't wanna go in... I'm sorry..."
"What? Why not?"
>"It l-looks really scary... I'm s-such a coward, I'm sorry..."
"But the surprise is in there! You'll be fine! You're with me, right?"
>"Y-yeah, but..."
"Hey."
>You take Twilight's arm
"I promise, nothing bad is gonna happen to you."
>"Okay."
>She sniffles, wiping her nose
>"I t-trust you. Thanks, Indigo."
>She gives you a quick hug
"Yeah. No problem."
>You lead her inside, losing sight of her as you walk down the hallway and into the darkness together
>As the two of you walk, Twilight stays pressed up against you
>Though you can't see her, you can feel her shivering
>It's hard to tell if it's from fear, the closet's natural chill, or both
>Though, as the floor beneath you slops downwards into the foundations of the school, you start to feel like "basement" is a more apt term
>"W-why did the surprise have to be down here?"
"What do you mean?"
>Your own voice is starting to quiver
>You trust Sugarcoat, but...
>Why does she want to meet Twilight here?
>You're starting to feel worse and worse about this, but you can't back out now
>"I r-really don't like this place. I'm sorry. I trust you, but... could we go somewhere else?"
"No, trust me. It has to be here."
>"B-but why?"
"Because, uh..."
>You reach the end of the narrow hallway, which opens up into a barren stone room, the walls lined with objects you can't quite make out in the darkness
"You'll see! Just wait a few minutes, and..."
>"Is t-there at least a light?"
>You hear Twilight starting to fumble along the walls
>"Oh! Here's one," she says, her voice tittering with relief
>She flicks the switch, and a single, low-watt bulb flickers to life, illuminating the space
>The room is about what you'd expect: bare concrete walls, a low ceiling, and uncarpeted floor
>But what you wouldn't expect are the objects that line the walls
>Every type of sex toy imaginable, from dildos to beads to handcuffs, are hung up on pegs like garden tools, some of them clean and reflective enough to sparkle in the dim light
>Twilight's face goes pale
>"W-what is this!?"
>She starts to back towards the door
>"Indigo, w-what are you..."
"It's not what it looks like! I promise!"
>She starts to shake worse than before, leaning against the wall for support
>Which, unfortunately, requires her to grab a handful of thick, black, rubber horsecock
>Twilight yelps in terror, and turns to sprint out of the room
"Wait!"
>You lunge after her, grabbing her by the wrist
>"Indigo, s-stop! Please just l-let me go!"
"No! Just stay here, it'll..."
>It's not gonna be okay
>You *knew* it wouldn't be okay from the beginning
>But... the kiss from Sugarcoat...
>You NEED it
>"L-let me go! Please, Indigo... don't do this t-to me..."
>She squirms desperately, but she's far weaker than you
>Wrangling her down is like holding down an old dog, whom the fight has long since left
>"P-please don't be like the others."
"I promise, Twilight..."
>It's all gonna be okay
>Sugarcoat won't hurt her, she's not like that
>It'll all work out, you just have to wait until she gets here
>And then you'll get that kiss...
>Twilight sinks to the ground, sobbing pitifully
>"Just d-don't make it hurt... p-please..."
>You're about to assure her again, when you hear footsteps heading down the hallway
>Looking up, you see the twintailed silhouette of Sugarcoat in the doorway
>Just as you're about to open your mouth to greet her, relieved by her presence, she lets out a disgusted shriek
>"Indigo! What are you doing to her!?"
"W-what? Nothing! J-just what you said to--"
>You don't even get to finish
>Sugarcoat's foot impacts your chest like a size-six rubber bullet, knocking the wind from your lungs and sending you flying backwards
>You try to keep ahold of Twilight's hand, but the shock coursing through your body renders your arms numb to the point of uselessness
>With a breathless squeak of pain, you hit the ground like a ragdoll
>Sugarcoat runs towards Twilight, curling an arm protectively over her back
>She meets your eyes, just for a moment, and winks
>"How dare you, Indigo! You're disgusting!"
"I... I... b-but..."
>You can't get enough air into your lungs to say any more than a word at a time
>Sugarcoat picks Twilight up, hugging the terrified girl against her chest
>Twilight clings to her like a child, sobbing desperately
>Sugarcoat pats her hair, cooing into her ear
>"It's alright. I've got you. She didn't hurt you, did she?"
>"N-no... but she w-was going to..."
>"I know. She's done it before. It's just a good thing I got here in time. She could have kept you here forever."
>Twilight shivers, looking like she's about to be sick
"W-what... no... Twi..."
>Sugarcoat turns her back to you, letting Twilight lean on her as she walks her out of the room
>"Here. Let's get you out of here. I'll take you back to my place, alright?"
>"Okay... t-thanks..."
>Twilight shudders again, not even looking back at you as the two leave
>To add insult to injury, Sugarcoat flicks the lights off as she leaves
>You're left alone, breathless, in the darkness, in too much pain to even stand
>And now your new friend is gone
>You try to cry, but it hurts your chest too much
>So you just stare at what you assume is the ceiling
>In this level of total darkness, all you have is your own weight and the frigid, unyielding plane of the floor to judge orientation by
>Your breath rattles between your lips as your diaphragm struggles against its own paralysis
>Just as you're beginning to slip into unconsciousness, however, you hear the sound of returning footsteps
>They sound like high heels, clacking down towards the room with frantic urgency
>Mentally, you try to ward them away, hoping whoever it is will just leave you to your despair
>"Sugarcoat, darling~"
>Just the name hurts
>Wait, is that... Ms. Harshwhinny?
>What's she doing here?
>Harshwhinny's heels clack closer and closer, her pacing rhythmic and staccato, just barely betraying a hint of rushed excitement
>You roll onto your side, trying to get air into your lungs
>Just the faintest whisper trickles into your injured diaphragm; it's enough to keep you alive, but not nearly enough for you to speak
>Harshwhinny's footsteps stop when she reaches the door to the basement -- or dungeon, more aptly -- and you can hear the rushed, heavy anticipation in her breathing
>"Sugar? Is that you, darling?"
>She adds a decidedly unprofessional titter to her voice, and you swear you can hear her lick her lips
>You suck in as much air as you can, trying to tell her it's you, and not Sugarcoat
>But all that comes out is a tiny, breathless squeak
>Ms. Harshwhinny gasps
>"You... you're already ready for me, aren't you? Oh, Sugar, I knew you couldn't stay away from me for long."
>Ms. Harshwhinny steps toward you, and you hear the rustling of her skirt as she drops to her knees
>Her hands begin to travel slowly up your legs, her fingernails drawing goosebumps along your thighs
"G-guh..."
>You gasp again, unable to speak
>"Shhhh, it's okay, dear. I'm hear now. Mama Harsh is going to take care of you."
>Her hand nears the hem of your skirt, lifting it up so that the chilly basement air washes across your nether regions
>A shudder runs through your body, and you let out a tiny, pitiful moan
>"Aww, you're already ready for me? It's okay, Sugar. I'm going to take good care of you. You can stay down here with me as long as you like..."
>Her hands slip into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down an inch at a time, baring your sensitive bits to the cold
>You bite your lip, trying to force yourself to speak more than a single syllable
>"Not Sugarcoat," you try to force yourself to say
>Not Sugarcoat
>Not Sugarcoat...
"N-nya..."
>Harshwhinny gasps
>"Awww, cat noises? Are you a little kitty, Sugar?"
>You start to go into panic mode
>Why can't you talk?
>Harshwhinny's fingers reach your inner thigh, trailing slowly, inexorably, up towards your vagina
>You try to struggle, but you're frozen in breathless terror
>Slowly, she begins to stroke you
>"You're a bad little, aren't you..."
>Harshwhinny cups your cheek in her hand, gently cradling your face as she fingers you
>And that's when something happens
>The terror starts to melt away
>Harshwhinny coos gently in your ear as she works another finger inside of you
>Her digits are so warm, so delicate
>It feels so... weird; so different than doing it to yourself
>Something warm starts to well in your chest
>Is this what it feels like to be... wanted?
>You arch your back, hoping to allow Ms. Harshwhinny easier access to your insides
"Nya..."
>You make the cat noise again, but on purpose this time
>Harshwhinny shudders, fitting a third finger inside you, stretching you in agonizing, mind-warping bliss
>Her hand trails to the back of your head, to play with your hair
>And then she stops
>"Sugar, dear... what happened to your pigtails?"
>Harshwhinny pulls her hand out of you
>Finally, you pull in enough air to speak
"No, I..."
>"Who are you!?"
"I... I..."
>You grab at Ms. Harshwhinny, hoping she'll touch you again
>She doesn't
>Instead, she back away, scrabbling for the lightswitch
>When she flips it on, the glow from the bulb stings your eyes
>They start to water from the pain
>Harshwhinny scowls when she sees you, wiping her dripping right hand off on her skirt
>"Oh. Ms. Zap. How did you learn about this place?"
"I... I..."
>"Hmm. Where is Sugarcoat?"
"Left..."
>"Left?"
>Harshwhinny's fists curl so tightly that her nails cut into her palms
>"She promised she'd meet me here! And all she was... you!?"
"But I... I liked... I want to..."
>"I don't particularly care what you want, Ms. Zap! Sugarcoat promised me! And all she sent was... blech!"
>She starts wiping her hand harder, beyond disgusted by your residue
>"Absolutely foul! Get out of here!"
"I can't... move..."
>"Ugh, laziness will not be tolerated! Are you truly this pathetic, Ms. Zap?"
"I... Twilight was... I just wanted..."
>"Ugh, I have no time for this. Come on!"
>She grabs you by the wrist, dragging you to your feet
>You stagger along behind her, spots swimming in your eyes
>Harshwhinny pulls you down the same hallway you walked with Twilight, tossing you onto the gym floor when she reaches it
>"I can't believe it! I can't believe Sugarcoat would do this to me!"
>Harshwhinny sits down on the bleachers, holding her head in her hands
>Tears spill down her cheeks
>You roll onto your back, gasping in pain
>"Quiet down! Haven't you intruded enough? Agh!"
>She starts to pull at her hair
>"She promised me! She told me I was like a mother to her! Like a mother!"
>She pounds her fist against the bleachers, her face a mess of streaked makeup
>"How could she do this to me!?"
>For a moment, she looks like she's about to kick you
>You force your lips open, trying to speak
"Please..."
>"Ugh! You're useless!"
>Harshwhinny spins away from you
>"I don't care! I don't need her! I'm perfectly happy and fulfilled by myself! I'll show her! Agh!"
>She pulls out her phone, frantically dialing
>"Sugar? Sugar, pick up! You'd better pick up! Please pick up..."
>You roll onto your stomach, crawling slowly past her towards the door
>Harshwhinny whirls on you
>"Stop making so much noise! I won't be able to hear Sugar over you!"
>You curl up on the floor, staying silent and waiting until she leaves
>Finally, Harshwhinny storms out of the room, hiding her face
>You wait a few moments, then crawl out after her, using the doorframe to pull yourself to your feet
>In more ways than one, your chest hurts
>Sugarcoat must not have meant to hurt you like that
>It... it was a misunderstanding, right?
>She gave you really clear instructions, and you messed them up, like an idiot
>No wonder she thought you were going to hurt Twilight
>She was just saving her, like the good friend she is
>You just need to find them and apologize
>Sugarcoat's never invited you to her house before, but you know where it is
>You drive by it every day, after all
>Just gotta find her, and you explain all of this...
>Getting there isn't easy, but you manage
>Eventually, the pain just seems to settle into your skin, laying across your shoulders like a heavy, bristled blanket
>Your car swerves from the right lane to the left and then back, snaking a trail down the lofty, luxurious residential streets that make up Sugarcoat's neighborhood
>You pull up outside her home, the first drops of rain already beginning to fall
>The clouds are heavy and gray, making it hard to see as you make your way up the winding path to her front door
>When you try the door, it's locked
>You try to knock, but nobody responds
>Where could they be?
>The light near the living room is on, but reaching high enough to see through it would require scaling three or four feet of the house
>Gritting your teeth against the pain, you attempt it, clawing through handfuls of bramble and vines to reach the muddy tile underneath
>You dig your fingers into the tile, trying to pull yourself up
>It's too much, though; in your weakened state, you can't even pick yourself up off the ground
>You collapse back down, sinking into the mud with a *splat*
>It's hopeless
>Sugarcoat deserves her privacy, after how badly you messed up
>Groaning, shaking, you get to your feet, your new sneakers sinking into the sludge
>Well, they're ruined now, but you suppose that's what you get for sneaking
>As you try to leave, though, you discover a narrow shelf of ornamental rocks wedged up against the wall, right by one of the living-room windows on the far right
>It looks just tall enough for you to peer inside...
>But no, you shouldn't, right?
>They deserve their privacy
>You're just about to turn away for good, when a single, horrible flash hits you
>What if she's doing the same thing to Twilight that she did to Coco in the bathroom this morning?
"No."
>You shake your head, trying to clear the thought
>Sugarcoat would never...
>The thing with Coco was a mistake, she wouldn't... with Twilight...
>Okay, this doesn't count as snooping
>You just want to make sure that she's not doing something bad
>Because you're her friend, and you don't want her making a bad choice, right?
>You scramble up the rock formation, your ruined sneakers slipping on the grimy surface
>Standing on your tip-toes, you can just barely see inside the living room
>Something heavy settles in your stomach as you prepare for what you might see
>Twilight and Sugarcoat are curled together at one end of the room, sitting in front of the fireplace
>From this angle, you can easily see they're both still dressed, and wrapped together in a blanket in front of the crackling flames
>Through the cold glass, you can't feel the heat of the fire at all, but it looks so incredibly cozy
>Twilight has a stack of comics in front of her, reading excitedly to Sugarcoat, who smiles
>Actually, for-real smiles
>For her
>...
>You wish you'd caught them having sex
>You linger much longer than you intended to, though you don't know why
>Some part of you hopes they'll suddenly snap to their senses, and realize you didn't mean to hurt Twilight
>Or maybe they'll start missing you, and Sugarcoat will say "we should invite Zap over," and you'll be there waiting, and you can clean up and sit there and read comics and she'll smile for you and so will Twilight... and... and...
>(You step down from the rock)
>...and it's never going to happen
>Your shoes can't even make the journey across the yard; they crumble into muddy scraps as you walk, leaving you in ruined, soaked socks
>They'll never smile for you, and why should they?
>You ruined it all
>You ruin everything you touch
>Of course Twilight would want to be with Sugarcoat instead of you; she's a good friend, and you're...
>You're not fit for either of them
>The school is dark, and the rain is cold
>There's no one to stop you from taking your last trip to the roof, and you're glad
>Even Harshwhinny doesn't look up when you pass her
>She's still frantically dialing on her phone
>You think of telling her that Sugarcoat won't pick up, but she probably wouldn't listen to you
>The roof is as barren as ever
>You step to the ledge, standing where you ate lunch with Twilight just a few hours prior, peering down at the ground below you
>It's far, and wet, and very, very dark
>You close your eyes, teetering towards the edge
>You suppose this isn't so bad
>The two of them will be happier without you
>At least once, you can be a good friend to Sugar
>You finally did something good...
>Just as you're about to fall, you feel your phone buzz in your pocket
>Stepping back, you pull it out, wiping water from the screen
>[You did well, Zap. You can have your kiss tomorrow.]
>The kiss?
>She's really going to...
>You clutch your phone against your chest, sinking onto the ground, away from the ledge
>The ground is wet, and refreshing, and wonderful
>She likes you after all
>You're... you're going to get that kiss!
>You knew Sugarcoat would never abandon you
>You're just so glad that you -- you, of all people! -- get to be the one to make her so happy
>What more could you ever ask for?
The End
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