>"Are you sure he will come tonight?"
"He will, trust me. I've made sure he can't say no this time"
>Be Sugarcoat
>You have arranged a small sleepover with your friends, and a boy
>The thing is you never invited the others. Is just a secret small "date" between Sunny Flare and the gentleman of tonight
>*Ding dong*
"Speaking of the Devil"
>Sunny is excited. She never hosted a sleepover before, let alone with boys
>She walks over to the porch, calms down, and greets the stranger
>Her smile dissipates quickly after seeing the guest
>"Anonymous?"
>"Eh.... Good afternoon Flare. I came for the sleepover"
>You smile devilish at the sitcom that is about to take place
---
>Same day, a few moments ago
>Be Anonymous, in front of Sunny Flare's home
>You don't like to be here. You don't WANT to be here
>But you must; may as well add context
>Your tale starts 5 days ago. Well, more than that
>Your family is a very important team in an accounting firm, and they expanded recently. Things considered, you had to move out
>Since your parents are well economically, you were signed in the private academy Crystal Preparatory
>Nothing weird: fancy kids, daddy and mommy boys, generic hothead jocks, slutty Stacies, the works
>You expected to finish your studies, go to college, and join the family trade. But that went to a halt when you knew her
>Sunny Flare, CPA student with a promising career in fashion and social studies
>Her charming facade made her the most popular girl in the school, even if she isn't as charming when you get to truly know her
>And her knowledge in fashion and health has given her beauty worth of the greeks dramas
>She was just captivating. And your problem started in PE

>You weren't supposed to be there, but Sunny had you in a trance
>Stronger that day, since both grazed hands. She didn't notice it, but you felt every nanosecond it lasted
>Her skin was the smoothest texture you ever had the pleasure to touch, and the perfume of almond milk, vanilla, and lavender has lasted ever since it happened
>You sneaked in the girls's locker room to leave a secret admirer letter, but your instincs got the best of you
>When you opened her sport bag, the perfume assaulted your nostrils, getting you inside a daze
>You grabbed her clothes, and went lost in your thoughs: her cotton shirt was bright white, cozy, yet the fabric was breathable. Her black track shorts were warm and a bit streched, yet they didn't lost the small shape. Her socks were thin, almost non-existant, and didn't smelled with any body odor, only divine perfume
>The problem started when you had her panties: they were white, small, a bit lingerie-esque
>And soft. Really, really soft
>You rubbed the private cloth on your face, feeling the delicate texture and the fragant essence
>Before you notice it, you grabbed her clothes and started sniffing it, imagining the beautiful goddess that used them
>You imagined her naked: her petite yet firm structure, her small but perky breasts, her intimate buttocks
>And her innocence: virgin, clearly trimmed, probably even softer than her. A treasure worth of worship and respect
>While this imagery was really strong, a hideous smell planted you back to Earth: You fucking used her socks as a freaking spooge dump!
>If Adam and Eve were terrified when God discovered them eating the forbidden apple, you were horrified because you technically fuck it
>In a desperate attempt to delete the evidence, you grabbed some soap from the dispenser, and started wash away your carnal crime
>The jizz was gone, but the socks were damaged badly. These were going to be thrown away for sure

>This didn't made you happy. In fact, you were tearing up: divine cloth destroyed from the lust of a peasant
>You dry them as best as you could, and stash the clothes back
>You ran away from the locker room, apologizing every step for your actions
---
>The day passes, and it was time for lunch
>You picked your lunch tray and sit with your acquaintances in the school
>Marco Dafoy, a jockey with an ego the size of Texas. Doesn't help his Chad looks
>Clayton Potter, his lackey (but only because he is weak. He is very smart, and tends to do his homework so he doesn't torments him)
>And Blue Lemon (Lemonnade Blues in the underground jazz/blues world), a musician who is more interested in instruments than the family's lemon derivates business
M: Hey, look who it is: green boy. Ate your greens yet?
"Ha-ha-ha. Wow Marco, that was so funny I forgot how to laugh"
C: Hehe, it was funny Mr. Dafoy
M: I know Pot. No need for praises
L: And how was your day anon? Anything good?
>Just the most beautiful fantasy and the most cruellest crime in the world
"Nothing Blues. Nothing at all"
>As you were exchanging pleasantries with these guys, a woman reached close to the table
>You saw her from afar: Sugarcoat. The only sugar she has is in the name, and even then is debatable
>She takes a seat and looks straight at you
"Uhhhh.... can I help you?"
"Have you told them about the jizz sock or not?"
>all your guys spit their juice. You don't: you were chocking on your food
*Cough!* *cough!* "What th-"
>She throws two badly damaged socks and a letter
>"You dropped these. You should be more careful"

>If you were green, that was way past gone: you are white now
M: Whoa anon, what did you do?
>Knees are heavy, palms are sweaty
>"Are you going to talk or not?"
".... Uhhhh..."
>You drop your mouth's spaghetti like a retard
C: We must call a teacher!
>"No, just leave us alone"
L: What?! Anonymous can't talk! What did you did to him?
>"A question. Now leave us"
>The guys were untrusting Sugarcoat's words, but they didn't had much of a choice. They leave you alone with miss viper
"Uhhhh..."
>"Cut the mentally challenged act. You can be like that online"
>You return back to Earth
"Uhhh.... uh... uh! Hey! Where did you-?!"
>She rises an eyebrow. Right, redundant question
"Ugh! Please at least tell me she didn't saw it"
>"No, I did. And I saw everything. She won't like you if you jack off while smelling her"
"SHUT UP!"
>You slammed the table, making everyone notice you. You crawl and try to hide
>"Stop hiding coward. I need to ask you a favor"
"Eh?! What?! First you come with.... that, and now you want to ask me a favor?"
>"Yeah. More like a compromise: I need a person for a reunion. A sleepover. Sunny's idea"
"And what do I have to do with that?"
>"I just need you to attend. That's all"
"Wait, that's it? No weird condition?"
>"Beyond not fucking us? No. Just come, is this Friday"
"But why me?"
>"Amusement"
"There's something wrong. I won't go"
>Suddenly, a sound comes from Sugarcoat's pockets. You know the sound
"No fucking way...."
>"Principal Cadance won't like a pervet within her students. Don't forget your pjs and toothbrush"
>She rises from her seat and leaves the table
"..... Goddammit"

>After that encounter, the boys asked what was going on
>You give them a short version: Sugarcoat wants you for a sleepover. You hide the most "graphical" details, but the idea was just a day at Sunny's home
>Marco was jelly, Clay and Blues were surprised. Nevertheless, they wanted to aid you
>And boy, what a help it was. Turns out Sunny's "friends" are insane. She may be the only normal one from the group
>Marco helped you with your clothes, so Sour Sweet or Sugarcoat can't make sneaky passive-aggressive remarks
>Clayton taugh you a lot of sports. At least basics so Indigo doesn't chew your ass. Plus, a few fashion news and small talk interests so Sunny won't get bored
>Lemonade was easy: turns out Lemon Zest is always stuck on her headphones listening to rock, so he gave you a few albums so you don't look like a square
>Ready for the night, Friday came rather quickly
>You prepared everything you needed: pajamas, slippers, some junk food, toothbrush and toothpaste, sleeping bag, 80s and 90s rock, phone and charger
>You dressed up with a salmon pink shirt with khaki beige pants and brown shoes. The white scarf was something from Marco
>You made your way to Sunny's home. At the door you take a deep breath, and prepare mentally for whatever's coming
*Ding dong*
>Here goes nothing
>You hear footsteps, and the door opens. Is Sunny Flare smiling
>The smile doesn't last long though. Looks like she was expecting someone else. Whatever, you knew this was going to happen
>"Anonymous?"
"Eh.... Good afternoon Flare. I came for the sleepover"
>You see Sunny turn her head towards Sugarcoat. Looks like she "forgot" to tell her you were coming. She only nods in an approving manner
>Sunny Flare looks at you a bit disappointed
>"Yeah.... Come in"
"Thank you"
>You go inside her house

>Fancy and big. The main living has a big sofa with a small table with snacks. Upfront, a 55" smart TV, YouTube is on
"So.... where can I leave my bag?"
SF: Wherever you want. Just don't block the road
>Yep, still dissapointed
>You leave your bag in a corner of the room
"So, how's everything girls? Anything new? When are the others arriving?"
SC: Oh yeah, about that....
SF: what's the problem Sugarcoat?
SC: I think I forgot to tell the others about the sleepover
You and Sunny: What?!
SC: Oops, I guess we will have to do
SF: No way! You said we were going to have a party! 3 persons is NOT a party
SC: I wanted to keep it small, you said you never did something like this
SF: Uh, yeah! But at least I wanted to try!
SC: Don't be so angry Flare. Anon can be fun too
>Oh shit, this can be a move! Ok, super cash, anon
"Yeah! I have some snacks, and some music. We can still have a good time"
>Sunny grumbles a bit, but then sighs
SF: I guess we can try. But if any of you try something funny, you will leave
SC: Could you really throw out your guests, Sunny? I though you were a polite girl with manners
SF: Don't you sass me, SourCoat
>Oh, nice one
"Is okay, let's have some fun. Who wants some twizzlers?"

>For someone very HP, Sunny sure enjoyed simple pleasures. The twizzlers were one thing
>But you weren't expecting her entertainment to be so "normal": you three were playing uno, making puzzles, and a memory match game
>She had a small karaoke game: filled with 90s and 00s pop
>And even the food was simple: pizza and tacos
>To be honest, you really were enjoying yourself
SF: ... So we united efforts and earned the music video contest
"I think I saw it on TV a few times. Congratulations"
SC: You can thank the Rainbooms for that. Sour doesn't have much of an imagination
SF:Yeah, she do a lot of things on a whim. Please excuse me, I need to fresh up
>She leaves the table, so you take this chance to sigh a bit relieved. This really was a good idea
>Now confident in yourself, you take a glass of soda. You may do this and finish for tonight
SC: If you don't make a move, I'll tell her about the socks
>Fuck your drink, is decorating the entire wall now
"What the-?!"
SC: If I wanted to do child stuff, I'd just stay at home. I hoped your presence at least would live up the party
"If you wanted a party, why didn't you invited the others?"
SC: I said I wanted a party, not a bloody headache. Amuze me or I will entertaint myself
>You should have known. Sugarcoat is a cursed schemer
>She may be even setting you up if you make a move towards Flare, but what are your chances?
>Fuck it, may as well win as much as possible
>Sunny comes back
SF: Hey guys, did I miss anything?
>Sugar raises an eyebrow looking at you
"Nothing really, I was discussing an old game with Sugar here. Want to play spin the bottle? No kissing if you are worried, is more like truth or dare"

>Reunited in the living again, everyone gathered on the carpet floor
>You grabbed a bottle, and showed it
"Who goes first?"
>Sugarcoat wasn't happy. In fact, she looked ready to spill the beans, but you haven't given up yet!
>Sunny was different. Looks like she really wanted a normal game like this
SF: I go!
>You give her the bottle, and she spins it
>It lands on you. She giggles a bit
"Well?"
SF: ummm, true: are you having a good time?
"I do. I expected something fancy or snobbish, but this is better. Great even"
>Looks like that answer really made her happy
"Okay. want to go next Sugarcoat?"
SC: You better go
"Fine by me"
>You take the bottle and spin it. It lands on Sugarcoat
>Damn it, thread carefully
SC: And what is going to be?
"Let's start simple for now. Dare: rub your forehad and belly while saying "I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream" three times"
>Sugar starts rubbing her forehead and belly, while repeating the simple tongue twister
>Having finished the simple dare, she takes the bottle and spins it. Lands on you
"Give me your best"
>You know she will try something here, but if you take it upfront you may block it
>She pulls a pair of (very recognizable) socks
SC: I want you to make a small puppet show with these
SF: Hey, are those-?
>She is about to touch them!
"No they aren't!"
>You quickly fetch the socks and put it on your hands. Sunny looks at you a bit strange, and Sugar does nothing to hide her smile
>You feel the fabric again. Those memories are returning, but they don't bring joy. Is more of a horror movie when the PTSD kicks in
>Ok, here goes nothing

>Hiding behind the living table, you raise both "puppets", and start doing silly voices
"Lalala~~. I'm footie, and today I'm meeting my friend feetie. Oh! there he is, hi feetie!"
>You shake your right hand a bit silly while appproching the left one
>"Hi footie, what a golly good day we have today"
"You sure are right feetie: the sun shines, and my best friend is with me"
>"Let's sing!"
"But I was just singing. I want to pull up a show"
>"And how do we do that?"
"First, we need hats"
>"I know where to get those!"
>You grab a couple of bottle caps that were lying around
>"There!"
"Great job feetie. Now we need something to hold"
>"Why do we need that footie?"
"Because entertainers always carry stuff while making shows"
>"Oh! You are right! Let's ask our guests"
>You come close to Sunny first
"Excuse me miss, but do you know what could I hold?"
>She giggles a bit and gives you a twizzler
"Thank you lady"
>You go to Sugarcoat
>"And do you have something miss?"
SC: How about a tissue?
>Both are exchanging looks that could kill right now, but she plays along
>She gives you a small paper tissue
>"Thank you. Now we can start!"
>Going behind the table again, you start to wave your hands around, making a silly show
>Having finished, you remove the socks and give them to Sugarcoat
"Here, it was a good dare"
SC: Oh? Those? Those aren't mine, They are Sunny's *looks at Sunny Flare* you left them at my home when we were measuring your clothes remember?
SF: Did I? But I though.... hey, but if those are mine *looks at you* anon, why did you-?
"OKWHOGOESNEXT?!!"
>Damn rat! She almost got you!

>The next round went for Sunny Flare, and stopped on Sugarcoat
SF: Okay, hmmm..... truth! Did you ever did something naughty? Can be sexy~<3!
SC: I once caught a boy jacking off with a sock in the school, and I made him do the ridicule to amuse myself
>Your blood suddenly went cold. You are sure she is shitting on you right now
SF: Oh goodness! Who was it Sugar?
>Your eyes are open and wide as plates, praying for death
>Sugarcoat only chuckles, and replies calmly
SC: Sorry, that will have to be another round
SF: Aw, you are naughty Sugarcoat. I wanted to know
>Fuck this, she is getting too close now
>Better to cut it quickly. She may boss you around these days, but Sunny can't know what happened with her socks
"Well, I'm busted. I need to catch a few Z's. Who's with me?"
SF: What? But we have only started
SC: Yes anon, try to hold for little Flare
>Fuck you, you bald four-eyes demon
SC: Besides, it was your turn
>Sugar passes you the bottle
>You swallow a bit of saliva, and spin the bottle. A few moments later stops with no winner
SF: Oh, what a bummer
SC: Next time spin the bottle to point at any of us anon
>Wait, this gives you an idea
"And how about a truth 'n dare? I give you a challenge, and the first one finish it chooses the punishment
SF: oh, that sounds like a great idea!
>Sugar raises an eyebrow, but accepts
"Ok: the challenge here will be putting our pajamas as fast as we can. Last one has to tell the truth"
SF: Deal!
SC: I don't move as quickly. I think I'll have to tell the truth
>Oh, you won't get away like that
"Just try, ok? Start!"

>You run to your backpack, and dress up faster than a commando. A blue shirt and shorts
>Sunny went to her room to find some night dress
>Meanwhile, you see big forehead walking slowly, grab her bag, find her pjs...
>You haven't given up yet. You sneak towards the window, and open it up
>Today was a bit windy, and you hope it's still blowing
>Looks like the Gods of Socks were on your side, because the wind started to blow, and it entered the house
>Sugar couldn't resist, so she started to dress up faster. Before she noticed it, she was in her night clothes
>It was victory: it took 4 minutes more to Sunny to dress up. She was covering herself with a robe
>You guess she may only had nightgowns to use
"Sorry Sunny, but you lost. I guess you have to tell the truth"
>These words were liberating. You saw Sugarcoat was a bit angry you got away for now
SF: All right, ask your question
"Since we are talking about boys and girls.... Are you interested in someone now?"
>If she was pretty before, she turned adorable: she blushes and hides some of her face with her hand
SF: I guess? I haven't been looking really. Most are just jerks, nerds or perverts
>Yes! She is free! Some hope for you at least
SC: Is my turn now
>She grabbed the bottle and spins it. It landed on you
SC: Well, since you are feeling romantic anon, dare
"Go ahead"
SC: What would you write to a girl that you like really much? Please, tell us
>Now that you think about it, you didn't took the letter back neither
SC: Well?
"I don't know. Maybe that she is pretty and cute, and that I want to date her or something like that"
SC: You aren't giving it all anon
SF: Yeah, that was lame. Come on, you can do better
>Your face turns a bit red, and you close your eyes
"Okay, If I must..."
>You take a deep breath

"I'd start by presenting myself as a secret admirer who wants to show his respects. I'd follow by complementing her looks, the grace of her movements, and her beautiful smile and how she becomes more pretty when she uses it. I'll thank fate for crossing our paths, and I'll thank her for brighten my day everytime I see her walking around. I finally would ask that she remains calm, no need for panic or anger, because I was planning to send more until I collect enough courage to invite her on a date face to face. Signed, your secret admirer"
>The girls look at you a bit amazed for that letter
"Or something like that. I'm not good with letters"
SF: That was amazing anon
SC: Good letter. If you excuse me, I need to use the facilities
>Sugarcoat retires, leaving you and Sunny Flare alone
SF: It was a really pretty letter anon
"Thanks, like I said: not so good with those"
SF: Well, I like it. I wish I had a secret admirer
>Oh, you would've had one Sunny, if it wasn't for certains "mistakes"
"Really? You don't have one? Miss popular?"
SF: Well, I may have that title. But most of the time I usually pretend I get along with people. The shadowbolts are the only ones who are my friends
"Whoa, I though you had tons of them"
SF: No, only those 4
"Wow"
SF: That's why I was very happy I got to host this sleepover: usually when I'm invited they are filled with mommies and daddies girls, busy with their maids and butlers, and they are stuck on their own things. When it was my turn, I though I could do something different
"Well, it worked, I'm having a great time"
SF: Thank you anon... say, can I ask you a question?
"Shoot"
SF: Why did you came here?

"Why I came here? Sugarcoat invited me"
SF: I know, but you usually don't want to roll with us. You are mainly with those guys on the lunch table
"True, but I got my reasons. Sour Sweet is hard to read, I may make her angry just for standing next to her"
SF: Good point. What about Indigo?
"I'm not into sports. I rather play D&D with Clayton"
SF: D and D?
"Dungeons and Dragons. Maybe next time I'll show you"
SF: Fine. And what about Lemon Zest?
"She ignores everyone when she has those headphones, which is 90% of the time"
SF: And with all that, how did Sugarcoat managed to convince you coming here?
"Let's just say she thinks is something amusing for now"
SF: Well, and what about me?
>You zone out for a moment before asking
"Uh, excuse me, what did you said?"
SF: Why haven't you talked with me?
"Well... I... Because..."
SC: Hey guys, I'm back. Did I miss something?
"No!.... no, we were just talking, that's all"
SC: About fabrics, I suppose?
>Damn you baldhead.... wait
"No, but that is a good idea"
>Sunny and Sugarcoat looks at you strange

>In Sunny's room, there are lots of fabrics and mannequins
>Everyone is dressed with season clothes
"Wow, you really enjoy modeling Sunny"
SF: I always wanted to become a fashionista. I love the runways and the gala events, and the clothes are so pretty
SC: I still don't know why we came here
"Well, you were talking about fabrics, so I though fabrics are turned into clothes"
SC: So?
"So I though: why don't we have a small runway? We can use Sunny's models"
>Sunny's eyes lighted up, shining like polished rubies
SF: oh... yesyesyesyes! Please say yes Sugarcoat!
SC: Are you insane?! I refuse!
"Hey! I'm not saying dress up in lingerie. I bet Sunny Flare has lots of models we can try, and she has a private changer, so I won't see nothing I'm not supposed to"
SC: You crossed the line Anonymous! Flare, I got to tell you something
>Oh no, you won't you bitch
"What a drag you are Sugarcoat. You invited me here to amuse you, and when I come up with something, you refuse?"
SC: You are saying that because-
"I want to entertain both of you. I played your games, I made your dares, and even came up with a good idea. Are you not entertained?"
SF: Please Sugarcoat, he is trying to be fun. Let him do it
>Looks like Sugarcoat's weakness are her friends because she has a look of doubt on her face
>Wow, you never though you ever see that look on her
SC: Is-just-I-he.... fine! Let's do your silly runway
SF: Yay!
>Ha! Point for Anonymous! Never mess with the King of Bullshitting!
"Thank you Sugarcoat"
SC: Enjoy the rub while it lasts, you pervert
SF: What do you mean by that?
"She is just salty, let her be. Now, how about some suits?"

>Well, you knew she was going to have lots of clothing, but she was really into them!
>Many of the outfits had matching models to accompany, for both genders and situations
>You grabbed a basic black suit. It was really smooth and sleek. It fitted like a glove
>You come out, chesting out a bit
"Hello ladies, are you ready for Anthony's soiree? I do"
>Sunny was giggling, but Sugarcoat was bored
>Ok, maybe you could make her smile. She may be your enemy, but if she is happy she won't talk
"Ok, wait, I think I got something"
>You went back and grabbed jeans, a jogging top, and a beanie. May as well laugh with references
"How you do, fellow kids. I'm so on the hip I smoke from a USB and carry my phone around *grab a classic telephone toy*"
>Sugar started to smile a bit. Good
>You went back and grab chaps, long boots, a vest, and a litter hat
"Well ladies, where can I take you for a ride *stand sideways, holding the door frame with a thumb inside your pocket*
>Looks like it worked, she laughed a bit
>Ok, time for the final joke: amusement park clothes. You can never be cool with those, you in fact are a walking clown
>You went back and grabbed a pair of sandals, cargo shorts, a flappy hat, a fanny pack, and a white shirt
"Hey Sunny, can I write on a shirt? Don't worry, it will be with a pencil, so it will be easy to wash"
SF: Ok, but hurry up
"Thank you"
>You grab your pencil and scribble quickly
"Hey! Let's go to Disneyworld!"
>You turn around showing what you wrote
>Front: If missing, call Sunny or Sugarcoat. Back: I'm anon
>Your dad clothes managed to break down, and the girls were laughing
"Ok, who is next?"
SC: No, wait. You missed one
"Huh?"
>She searches for a bit before giving you a black tight swim trunk
SF: Sugarcoat!
SC: Well?
>Dang it
"Fine, I'll do it"
>You take the piece of cloth, search for a pair of flip flops, and come out

>You come out the dresser, showing your body
>While you aren't ugly, it isn't somethig to write home neither. Is more like an anime generic body
>Sunny is red, touching her cheeks while eyeing you from top to bottom
>Sugarcoat is wide-eyed. She is looking at your bulge
>Looks like the idea of being almost naked in front of two girls got you going a bit, and the swim trunk doesn't bother to hide it
"So, what do you girls think?
SF: It really suits you
SC: Eh.... I think I saw enough. Sunny, you better go next
>You change to your pjs, and see Sunny's choices
>She came up as a Shadowbolt cheerleader, is a sleeveless purple top with the logo and pink skirt. she is still planning the concept
>Then, she came with a really adorable spring dress with a big white hat. You clapped for the adorable look. Sugar only sighted and clapped too
>But you didn't expected the ending: she came up in cat lingerie, open chest and a small heart symbol under the tail
SF: You gave us some eye candy anon. I wanted to share, like it?
SC: That's too much Sunny!
"I think.... it is adorable"
>You don't move. If you do, you will cum immediately
SC: Nya~<3! Your turn Sugarcoat
>She stands up and enter the changer with Sunny. After a while, Sunny is wearing her nightgown while you see Sugar's runway
>She started with a basic college student outfit. She really nailed the look
>Then, she follow it with a martial arts uniform and threw a few kicks. Huh, explains her meaty thighs (that you will drool all over if it weren't attached to a witch)
>Finally, she dressed up as a nurse. With long white socks
SC: Doctor, I hope you like my outfit
SF: Oh my Sugar, you are naughty
SC: Says the kitty
SF: Hehe
>The clock sounds. It is 10PM already, so you fake a snore
"Ughh... I'm beat. I wish I didn't sleep too early many times. I need to rest"
SF: Oh, well, it's okay. I had lots of fun anon
"Good to know"
>You get up, and leave the room

>You close the door, and take a big breath. If you focus enough, you will NOT jack off
>Fapping with the socks already gave you a lot of trouble, it will be worst if you do it here
>You can still listen to the girls at the other side
SC: Shame anon is tired
SF: Yeah, I was having fun
SC: When we do this again, I'll dress with the school sports wear first
>Damn it! The memories are coming back!
>You run quickly to the bathroom and cool yourself off. You manage to reach in time
>After this situation, you just sigh and get ready for bed. If you are sleeping you can't do nothing wrong
>See no evil, hear no evil, talk no evil, do no evil
>You lay out your sleeping bag in the living and get in. In a few minutes you will be snoring
>Or so you though
>Ever had moments when you lay on your bed and started thinking a lot of stuff? This night was one of those
>You remembered how you got here, how the party went
>And most importantly, how Sugarcoat still has the letter and a video of your crime
>Did she already show it to Sunny? She hasn't said or did anything, so that is a good sign, right?
>You were just looking at the ceiling, hoping for the best
>By the time you came back to Earth, it was midnight. You felt a bit thirsty so you went to the kitchen for a glass of water
>When you arrived, you saw someone unexpected
"Sunny?"
SF: Anon? Weren't you sleeping?
"I'm thirsty"
SF: Oh, well, I am thirsty too"
"Oh, ok"
>You pour yourself a glass of water
SF: Anon...
"Yeah?"
SF: Sugarcoat told me the truth
>You stop. In fact, everything in your body stops
SF: She explained everything about why you came here, and why she has been teasing you a lot. Personally, I felt a lot of things, but I think I'm just going to ask you a question
>You turn to look at her: she looks really sad, truly heartbroken
SF: Was it true? Or are you just playing with me?
"Sunny... I..."
>How can you explain this? She knows about the socks

>No, you can't let that baldhead win. You must fight to the end!
"Yes Sunny, is true..."
>She is about to cry now
".... But I never intended to go so far. I mean, Sugarcoat got me by the balls. I felt bad for doing this, but at the same time, I think I really wanted this to happen"
>She looks surprised now
"When I saw you at school, I always saw you angry or serious with most of our classmates, but when you were with your girl friends, I saw you happy and smiling. And when Principal Cadance allowed us Casual Friday, you were just jumping to show off your new designs"
>She is calming down. That's good
"That made feel things very deep down, but I was afraid you wouldn't like me, so I tried doing something to impress you. But, it went horribly wrong, and even worst Sugarcoat saw it so she made me come here to ridicule me for cheaps laughs"
SF: Wait, so you aren't here because you got a bet with your friends?
"Wait, a bet? Did she told you that?"
SF: She told me your friends and her had a bet where if you tried something perverted with me, they will have to pay her up
>Oh dear Lord, she didn't told her the truth
"No! That was never the case! I'm here because Sugarcoat has a video about the thing I tried to do for you, but I stayed because I really want to be here"
SF: You mean it?
"I really do!"
>Both get closer, the light of the moon showering your bodies. Is your move now
"I really want to be here with you Sunny Flare. It was the best night of my life"
>You took the chance and went for the kill: her lips
>The kiss was perfect. She didn't pushed you away or hitted you. She just let it happen
>When you break up the moment, she is smiling
SF: .... I'm really.... I'm really happy you were honest with me
"I'm happy you gave me a chance"
>Both share a hug
"Next time, the sleepover is at my place. Just you and me"
SF: I'd like that
>*Click*
>Wait, the lights went up?
SC: Wow anon, you went 1st base after using her socks as a spooge rag. I'm impressed

>Fuck!
>Sunny separates from you, a look of shock on her face, then horror
>One by one, she realizes about the socks, the insults, and Sugarcoat's "true secret"
SF: Oh God...
"No..."
SF: Oh GOD....
"No Sunny no..."
SF: OH MY GOOOOOOD!!!
"Sunny, I swear, I didn't meant to-"
SF: Oh, gosh, you really did!
SC: And he really enjoyed it too
>Sounds came from Sugar's phone. Horrible, disgusting, lewd sounds of fapping and sniffing
SF: Oh, gosh, I feel horrible, I want to puke
>You come close to Flare
"Wait, just let me-"
SF: Don't touch me, you sick pervert!
>She runs to the dining hall
SF: What the- my walls!
>Oh crap, you forgot to clean them!
"Sunny, I'm sorry! I was drinking soda and Sug-"
SF: No! I don't want to hear nothing! Get out of my house!
SC: Hahaha, I guess that's it. Come on Sunny, let's-
SF: You too! I don't want no one here!
>In a few moments, Sugar and you were outside Sunny's house
*Slam!*
"Bu-But... But I..."
>You hang your head low. Sugarcoat got away with her game
SC: Anonymous, you really pissed her off. I'd be too if I found out someone I invited to my home used my socks to touch himself
>You turn to Sugarcoat
"I don't know how, when, or where, but I swear on my name, I will get my revenge you bald-scheming-cruel-phsycopatic-fatass-ugly-backstabbing-whorish witch I ever had the disgrace of ever meet in my path"
>Sugarcoat smiles
SC: Wanker
>In a fit of rage, you launch against her, but it was no use. Her knowledge in self defense got your ass down in seconds
>At this point, she is laughing like a hyena
SC: Really anon? Wow, you don't gave up at anything! I'm surprised. But don't worry, I hold my end of the deal. Look"
>She shows you her phone, and she deleting the video
SC: I had the best sleepover I could ask for. Thanks for the amusement
>She walks away laughing
>When you could stand again, you had another fit wailing your backpack around before walking all the way home

>Be Sunny Flare
>Ever since the morning started, you wish you could sleep forever
>But you can't: the local Neighborhood Watch called you about pieces of clothing laying around your front yard, and your parents won't be in the city until Monday morning, so you had to go and pick it up
>You weren't happy about this, the last thing you want to see right now is anything that has to do with Anonymous
>Using one of those grab-poles, you were picking everything into a box that read "charity"
>Boxers, in. Pink polo, in. White scarf, in. Blue jeans, in. High-end phone and charger, in. Sleeping bag, in
>Socks... wait. There is something else you grabbed
>Is a letter, labeled to you
>You take it, open it, and read it
>Oh gosh, is everything anon described when you were playing that truth or dare game last night
>You wanted to tear up, but your mind changed quickly. He can't get away with playing with your heart!
>You want answers and you will find them now!
>Checking his pants, you find his wallet. Thankfully, it has his home address
>You take the box with you. May as well do your good action of the day

>Same day, different place
>Be Anonymous, the most pathetic human being in existence
>Sugarcoat set you up by telling a lie to Sunny Flare, and you fell right on the center
>Now, the woman of your dreams believes that you are a sick creepy pervert who jacks off by smelling used clothes and using them as cumrags
>But it doesn't matter, nothing matters anymore
>Right now, all that there is now is you, your shower, and Johnny Cash's Hurt song on repeat
>You will cry until the water drowns you or dissolves you. Whatever happens after
*RING!*
*Sob* *sob* "I'm not home!"
*RING!* *RING!*
"I'M NOT HOME!! GO AWAY!"
>"Anon, open the door! Is me, Sunny Flare"
"No! You are lying! You are Sugarcoat still torturing me!"
>"I'm telling you the truth, is me! Open the door"
"No, go away! I just ruin everything!"
>"Open the door anon!"
"Never! Let me cry alone!"
>"Damn it anon, I said open up!"
>The person behind your door starts kicking it
>You drag yourself out of the shower, and move to the door
*Click* "Stop kicking my door, you assh-!"
>"Well, that was a nice greeting, idiot"
"Sunny!"
>You drop to the floor, grabbing Sunny's legs
>"Hey! What the-?!"
"I'm sorry Sunny! It's Sugarcoat's fault!"
>"Let me go! I can't move!"
"Please forgive meeee-he-he-heeeeee!"
>She drops the box on you
"Hurt me but don't leave me!"
>"Stop it you creep! I came to talk to you"
>Your eyes lighted up
"Really?"
>She pulls out a letter from her pocket. Your letter
>"Anonymous, I came here because I am not a toy you can play with. I want you to stop lying and tell me the truth about why you came to my home"
"Sunny, I will never lie to you"
>"Then get up"
>You let her go and rise up
>"Well? Spit it out!"

".... All started 6 days ago. I was tired of just seeing you from afar, but I was too shy to ask you out, so I tried to leave you a letter. But when I opened your sports bag, it smelled so nice I got caught up in the moment. Before I knew it, I... I..."
>"You jacked off with my socks while sniffing my clothes"
>She pinches her nose bridge for a bit before recovering her posture
>"Proceed"
"... When I realize what I did, I washed the socks and left everything behind, pretending it didn't happened. But Sugarcoat was in the locker room and filmed everything. She asked me to come to your sleepover so she could "amuse herself", and she did by trying to humiliate me"
>"That fatass... moments like this makes me miss Twilight"
"Huh? Who is-"
>"Old student. Irrelevant for our conversation"
".... That's the truth. Sunny, what I wrote on that letter is true, I really do love you and I want to become someone important in your life"
>"No anon, what you did is wrong: first, you used my clothes for your perverted actions, and then you go and ignore it, thinking it will be okay. I bet that if Sugarcoat wouldn't extorted you to go to my sleepover, you either try to avoid me or just be a creep and start rubbing yourself with my stuff"
>You lower your head, and give no reply
----
>Be Sunny Flare
>You got the truth that you wanted, but Anonymous is crushed
>You feel bad for him, but he was looking for it for all this trouble
"Here. I don't know why your clothes were all over my yard, but here you got them"
>You pick the box, give it to him, and walk away
>While you were walking away, your eyes find an item: a pair of socks
>You picked them up and look back: Anonymous hasn't moved an inch, still looking at the floor
"..... *Mumbling* I must be insane or he can get really pitiful"
>You walk back towards him
"Anon, your socks fell from the box"
>He just extends his arm and takes them
>You react quickly, and grab it. He lifts up his face a bit

"Look, I still think you are a creep, a pervert, and a liar..."
>He looks down again
"... But I respect that you tried your hardest to not hurt me, and that you were honest with me when I asked you for the truth. So if you like, I want you to become acquaintances for now"
>He looks at you surprised
"Now this doesn't mean I forgive you, I want you to keep a distance for now. But when everything is more calm between us, I would like to have another sleepover. Just you and me, in your house. You told me that after all"
>His face quickly passes from shocked to a smile
>"Uhh... Yes! Yes! A sleepover! Yes! Just you and me! No secrets this time!"
"Good to know"
>You let his arm go
"Goodbye Anonymous, have a nice day"
>You leave him now, feeling more relieved. He may not be a bad person after all

>Be Anonymous
>You are really happy. Sunny Flare came and has forgiven you
>Well, not really, but she gave you another chance
>You cannot believe it. And best part is she returned everything you dropped on her house
>You check the box, everything is there
>Your wallet, your phone and charger, your clothes and sleeping bag, Marco's scarf
>And she even noticed that your socks fell off
>You notice something from them. A faint smell that isn't your body odor
"... *sniff* *sniff*..."
>Is hers, and she used honey soap this time
"..."
>You see outside, she isn't there
>You go to your room, lock the door, and give it a second, longer whiff
"..."
>Well, if you are going to do this, better do it right. And, hey! At least these are yours this time
>*unzips*