Part 2 Original story by FulLR3tarD Saturday >be Anon >slowly your eyes open >instinctively reach your hand over to the alarm clock >but you realize it's not going off >oh right... it's Saturday >the first thing you feel is your head hurting >your stomach got a little queasy when you didn't eat before taking the medicine last night >so you needed to make some breakfast before you took your pills >because today was not the day to be in any shape other than 100% feel-good mode >but before you do that, you lay exactly where you are, not moving >almost every other day you had to whip yourself out of bed to not be late for something >but today you didn't have to move a muscle until you damn well wanted to >not even a headache will rush you out of bed >the warmth and comfort of your bed was amazing when you had time to truly enjoy it >so you didn't move a muscle >except maybe some facial muscles to allow a grin >the air felt lighter and easier to breathe in >your room didn't smell like garbage or sweaty socks >the sun outside wasn't too bright >but it did allow warm colors to seep through the window >tonight was the dance >and you finally had some time to thoroughly ponder everything that happened during the week >and what a crazy-ass week it was >you realize that this wasn't the first time you thought that, but the weekdays were over with now >and for the most part, you ended up on top >unbeaten by the fates >you felt like the captain of a ship that had gone through the swell of a storm at sea >and the ship only lost a layer of paint >you walked into school on Monday with a few friends and a backup spot on the football team >and you came home last night with a starting position on the team, some new friends, a pretty girl interested in you >would you go through the week again if you had the chance? >probably not; what, with the stress of the drama bullshit around you >the anger of being lied about in different ways >and the physical pain of not only being clocked on the jaw, but almost having your head crushed... >but were you glad it happened? >were you glad it worked out like this? >hell yes >and speaking of pretty girls... >you reach over to grab your phone >for shits and giggles, you made an account on facebook like 4 years ago >now you only check it about once a month or something >maybe because people posted the dumbest shit on there >maybe because social media in general really wasn't your thing >but you decide to check it >'31 new friends requests' >kek >you go down the line and basically add everyone >there's girls and guys you do know, and some you don't >some didn't even go to your school >but you add them >you never get on anyways, so it didn't matter either way >but the last request is from Sunset Shimmer >you look at her profile to see a picture of her with her friends >and for the first time since Monday, it truly dawns on you how out of your league she is >you're an alright looking guy, and in shape too; but Sunset is well beyond 'alright' >pretty hair >awesome body >great tits >fun to be around >minimal bullshit >just to name a few >and she likes you "Fuck, man..." >and she's going to the dance with you >as your date >this elicits a soft chuckle out of you >it was one thing to doubt yourself >it was a completely different notion to be realistic >and if you were honest, she could soon come to her senses to realize that she's dipping a bit on the food chain to date you >not that there's anything horribly wrong with you >but she could date anyone she wanted to without the aid of false rumors >and eventually your popularity would dwindle down again >you'd keep your new friends, but there wouldn't be any hype or school buzz about you >that day would come soon enough, and you would welcome it >but right now, Sunset liked you >and after hanging out with her, you admitted that felt the same >no matter what happened in the future, you still had an opportunity tonight to not royally fuck things up with Sunset >maybe if you can just pull that off, she might want to go on a another date >or maybe she would just want to be friends afterwards >and even if she just wanted to be friends, you could be okay with that too >even if you'd rather it stay romantic between you two >if she invited you in after the dance, you wouldn't puss out on making a move >if she declined your advances, you would take your losses and walk home knowing that you didn't bitch out on trying >and if the night ended with you on the outside of her door, >you'd say "Good night; I've had a very lovely evening." >walk away from the door, go home, >jerk off >and go to sleep >this is your plan >a simple one; to the point >ready for success; ready for failure >just your style >you get out of bed and immediately go to the kitchen >you get out some pancake mix and make yourself some pancakes >one of the few things you actually could cook >Mom always said that a good breakfast started a good day >and while that wasn't necessarily true, it didn't hurt your chances either >while making breakfast, you remembered something "Aren't people supposed to go to dinner before the dance?" >a momentary wave of panic goes over your body >what if you are, and you can't get reservations in time? >what if you screwed up before the 'date' even started? >whip out your phone and text Flash [Ay Flash, don't people go to dinner together before the dance?] >[No, Anon, we all fly to the moon and back.] [Fuck yourself. I haven't been to one of these before, remember?] >[Hahaha, yeah bro. Try to get some nice reservations.] >the pancakes made, you eat your breakfast at the table while you look up some decent restaurants in town >you make a list of places to call in Canterlot, then begin calling for reservations [Yeah, is this the Omni?] >[Yes sir, how may I help you?] [I'd like a reservation for 2, tonight at 7.] >[I'm sorry sir, but we're all booked for tonight. It's Canterlot's homecoming night.] >sigh [Yes, I'm aware. Thank you.] >hang up >bite of pancake >dial another number >[Hello, thank you for calling Chateau Marmont. Would you like to make a reservation?] [Yes I would. 2 for tonight at 7.] >[Oh, I'm sorry sir, we're all booked for tonight.] [Okay, thanks.] >you called two other decent places and got the same answer for both "Dammit..." >you might as well cancel on Sunset if the only option is fast food >no way you're getting laid from buying her a cheeseburger >fuck >today is already cockblocking you and you haven't even seen Sunset yet >your mind pictures her disappointment and her shoulders drooping as you tell her that you forgot to find a place for dinner >as nice as she is, she probably wouldn't even complain about it >which would make you feel even worse >you can't let that happen >fuck, again "Gotta think of something, Anon." >you brainstorm as you shove some more pancake into your mouth >there's got to be a way around this >after a few too many uncomfortable minutes >an idea hits your head >your expression brightens >you find the number and dial it in >someone finally picks up >[Hello?] [Hey... hey Johnny, is that you?] >[Who is this?] [It's Anon!] >[Anon?? Hey man, how ya doing!? How's Canterlot treating you?] [Pretty good across the board, brother. Listen, I was wondering if you could pull some strings for me...] >be Sunset >you wake up in a weird position feeling groggy >sheets all about your bed >you are laying belly down and you can feel your phone underneath you >must have fallen asleep while still using it >you pull it out from underneath you to check the time >a smile creeps onto your face when you read Saturday from your phone >today was the day that made that somewhat awkward moment during school yesterday all worth it >as you remember it, you can still feel the nerves you felt yesterday when you told him about your feelings >but you also feel the happiness from when he agreed to go out with you >and as if it couldn't get better >you remember the elation you felt when you two were crowned king and queen >you imagined what the dance would be like tonight >walking in together, dancing with him, talking... maybe even leaving together >the thought made you giddy, but you needed to save your energy for the dance so that you weren't totally wiped out when the dance started >but another thought entered your mind as well >he would, of course, dance with other girls, and that alone didn't make you jealous >but the thought of him going home with another girl quickly removed the smile you had >and he could very well do that, too >your ears worked fine when you heard girls talk about him during the week at school >and though you didn't want to think about it, >you might have some competition tonight >and it wasn't something you wanted to compete for >it's not like he was chained to you >because you two weren't in a relationship >he just agreed to try going out with you >your mind pictured you two having a blast at the dance, calling it quits, and you two laughing together on the way home >then your mind pictured you driving your car home after the dance, and no one in the passenger seat >and as much as you didn't want to think about that >you needed to prepare yourself in case that happened >but you wouldn't let that thought ruin your day >or night >and you can't obsess over what might go wrong, either >so far, he's put in effort to be with you, >at first he dropped hanging out with Big Mac to hang out with you >and then going one step further beyond his comfort zone to go to this dance with you >you put this into perspective and start feeling better >you hop in the shower and let the anxiety wash off of your body >as you get out, you feel your stomach rumble >get some breakfast and watch TV >then your mind thinks of something as you're eating >what are you doing for dinner tonight? >Anon probably forgot, and even if he didn't it was probably too late to get reservations >and what time should you be at his house to pick him up? >after eating you call Anon >be Anon >15 minutes after your last call ended >phone rings again [Hello?] >[Anon, it's Sunset.] [What's up, Sunny?] >[Listen, I just wanted you to know that you don't have to try to get reservations for dinner. We can just have something at my place.] >you hold in a prideful laugh [No need. I got us something.] >she is silent for a second >[Wha... really? How? Where did you get a reservation this late?] >ever proud of yourself, you try not to be smug [It's a surprise.] >on Sunset's end, she has a coy smile >[I like surprises, Anon.] [I think you'll like this surprise.] >[Okay, what time do you want me to be over?] [No, I'll go to your place. I'll be there around 6. That okay with you?] >[Yeah, that's perfect.] [Sweet, I'll see you then.] >you hang up >if she had called 30 minutes earlier, you might have been super embarrassed, shamefully thinking of an excuse as to why she would have to cook dinner tonight >but thankfully, you knocked that one out of the park just in time >you reward yourself by moving your plate to the couch, putting your feet up on the coffee table and enjoying the rest of your pancakes with the company of some cartoons >you might get a little nervous as the time got closer to leave, but for now, >you were going to chill for a while, soaking up the sweet feeling of victory after you blew away the day's first obstacle >you got out a few painkillers and took them down with some milk >soon, your non-headache would make you ready for the day >be Sunset >as Anon hung up the phone, you put yours down >the smile you had earlier reappeared >he thought ahead and found somewhere to have dinner with you >maybe you were a little paranoid when you got up this morning >there is no reason to freak out >you're going on a dinner date with him before the dance >and then you would show up to the dance together >and you would have the king/queen dance together, if not more dances afterwards >no, tonight would be amazing >he would be wearing a suit >you realize you had never seen him in a suit, or even 'cleaned up' >your mind imagined what that would look like >as the picture was made in your mind, you cross your legs and feel some heat on your cheeks >but the feelings quickly goes away when you realize you don't know what dress you're wearing tonight.. "Crap..." >you finish your breakfast and immediately go to your closet >as you look at the dresses you own, you start going through them one by one >and for some reason, none so far are appealing "No, no, definitely not, no way, no..." >you see the last one and an evil grin shows itself "... oh yesssss." >and just like that, you weren't worried about anything at all >the folly of cartoons end and pancakes in your belly >you turn off the TV >chill time was temporarily over >you needed to get some chores done before the fun happened tonight >dishes, laundry, get your (only) suit ready, work out, shower, etc >you figure you'd start with the laundry, and do some push ups in between washing and drying >two birds with one stone, or whatever >after you get your clothes in the washer, you decide that you would do a few more reps than normal, but not max reps >because fuck being sore showing up to your first dance >a few droplets of sweat with a few breaks later, the washing cycle is done >you put the clothes into the dryer, set to high >you could stop working out completely and just watch more TV >or you can work out a bit more >you decide to do both >...mostly TV, though >you're mostly worried about being too tired to dance later in the night >however, after thinking, it's not like you're going to be good at dancing or anything... >you've never been to a dance in your life >but still, you save your energy >after an hour, the dryer finishes and you begin to fold the clothes while putting them up >as this process finishes, you grant yourself some time before you wash the dishes >as soon as you sit down, you hear a knock at your door >who the hell is at your house right now? >neither Mom nor Dad would be home this weekend >unless something happened...? >no, they would call if they were coming home early... >the knocking was loud and irritating; seemingly relentless >repeating before even five seconds go by >you swear if it's the evangelists again... >you open the door "Look I told you guys..." >you look to see who it is >"..." >but it isn't the preacher again... "Rainbow??" >instead of her being predatory after what happened during the week.. >she looks a little nervous, >"Hey." "..." >"..." "Um, what are you doing here?" >"I, uh..." >she's looking all around except towards your eyes "..." >"You can drive stick, right!?" she practically shouts, causing you to take a step back >you take a second to think of why she would ask such an off the wall question "Quit fucking shouting! Yes, I can. Why would you ask that?" >"Sorry, I, uh, didn't meant to yell. Like, what did you drive?" "My uncle owns an old manual and he taught me how to drive it when I was 13." >Rainbow draws a circle on the ground with her shoe >it looks like she's thinking of something... >like she might be making a decision on the spot... "Rainbow if you think that I want anothe.." >before you finish, she cuts you off >"Here." >she hands you a set of keys >you slowly take them into your own hand >you look at this; still no idea of what's going on "A set of keys?" >"Yeah." "..." >"..." "The hell is going on??" >finally, she makes eye contact >"Look, I messed up this week. I messed up real damn bad, okay? I know I've said sorry a ton, but I didn't know how badly I screwed up until I got home on Wednesday. I know this isn't good enough to say that we're even... but... it's a start." >you look at the keys again "Uh, okay... but what are these even for?" >she smiles at you >"I thought you could use some wheels for tonight." "Thanks Dash, but you really don't have to do this. Sunset already has a car..." >she waves a hand >"I know. But after what happened and how you... handled it... I want you to have this for tonight. Don't crash it though, because I'd have to pay for the damages." "Wait, really?? Are you sure you want to do this, then??" >she smiles again "Positive." >you take a gander at the keys once more >Rainbow really was sorry, wasn't she? "Dash, I really don't know what to.." >"There's another reason why I'm doing this, too." >oh boy >here we go >here is the catch >she wants something in return >"I probably shouldn't say anything... but a blind man could see that Sunset likes you, and she's my friend. I was really... um, not loyal.. to some my friends this week. I can't do a lot about that to those friends except earn that trust back in time. But if you picking up Sunset in a cool car makes homecoming better for you and her, then..." "..." >"... then maybe I can do something right this week after all." >you're totally surprised >from your experience, Dash was about as dense as a brick >and totally a cunt >but apparently... she can actually be really nice and thoughtful >you're in disbelief "Dash... this is really nice of you." >you chuckle "Maybe you're not a cunt after all." >she quietly laughs back >"I'm working on it. One more thing; there are two CD's in the car. First one is for you; second is for when Sunset is in the car with you." "Um, okay..." "I need it back tomorrow, by the way. I'll see you tonight, Anon. Have fun!" >she leaves your doorway and walks off >you stand there in awe >if this is how Dash really was, then she was definitely not a cunt >maybe she could be your friend after all >you stood motionless at behind the doorway for at least a minute; pondering and thinking about what had just occurred >then you realize that you don't even know what type of car it is >as you take a step outside, you look towards your driveway... >as soon as your eyes made contact with the vehicle, your knees buckled >you grab the porch railing stop yourself from falling [pic] "HOLY SHIT!" >it was an old muscle car; a Camaro >you weren't even a car guy, but looked so amazing >you're not 100% positive, but you might have just came in your pants >but it didn't matter >for one night, you had the sickest ride >you stand upright, letting go of the railing and try to walk over to the beast >it takes longer than you wanted, due to your newborn giraffe legs >you unlock the driver door and flop yourself in >all black leather seats, black interior, after-market 5 speed manual transmission, and two CD's sitting on the passenger seat >one said 'you' while the other said 'her' >and on top of the dashboard, there is a pair of silver-lens reflective Aviators >you close your eyes as you try not to ejaculate >because this is miles cooler than any other car you've ever been in >let alone any car you got to drive >to soak in the feeling, you just sit in the seat for a while, doing nothing >you needed to make sure you remember this >because if amazing could be measured out of 1-10, today just got turned up to 11 >but soon you feel as though your body is ready >you have to drive this thing >put the shades on you >your hand shakes as you put the key in the ignition >as you turn the key, the monster roars alive >the engine lets out an arrhythmic chug as it idles >you involuntarily let out a contained moan of pleasure >put it in reverse and let the car roll out of the driveway >you get onto the quiet neighborhood rood >shifting to 1st, you accidentally stall the car... "Shit." >you look behind you; no cars >good >start the car again "I got this. I can do this." >in neutral, you rev the engine to high RPM >it feels like Thor himself granted power to this beast >shift into 1st again, and start slowly rolling >going slow, you practice shifting gears with this car, and it shifts so smoothly >you remember listening to your uncle as he taught you how to drive manual, all those years ago >when this was all over, you'd give him a call and thank him for that >after a few spins around the neighborhood, you feel ready to hit some real road >you look down at the CD's and put the one labelled 'you' into the player >you're pretty sure this didn't originally come with a CD player, but whatever https://youtu.be/nF0F7BBWokY [Embed] >song plays >turn up the volume loud, for effect >you get to the stop sign at the end of your neighborhood and a big fucking smile appears on your face >all this time of not having a car >all the miles you walked >if that was the price for this car to be used for one day, >totally worth it >also >how did Rainbow know the perfect fucking song for this?? >it's time to really drive this thing >as you get onto the road, you spin the tires a little to get going >you get to the speed limit, and continue to speed up >nothing too fast, but enough to show off >the sun is shining, breezes of wind fly by your face as you roll down the windows >the cool autumn air acts as your air conditioning >people walking about on the sidewalks occasionally smile, some of they guys shout compliments about your ride >couple of girls from school see you in the ride, grinning from ear to ear >you see Derpy as she waves "Hi Anon!" >you wave back >you see Rainbow jogging on the sidewalk up ahead past the next stop sign, >as your turn to go comes around, you spin the tires again and fly by her >sticking your head out of the window you scream "DANAGER ZOOOOONNNNEEEEE!!!!!!!" >you don't see it, but she smiles, happy that you're having fun >it's a beautiful day, and you feel like driving by the beach >but first... >you make a right at the next red light, heading towards the road you really want to use >the infamous Canterlot Express >you use the ramp to get onto the expressway, and finally see the sign you've wanted to see since you saw this car [pic] https://youtu.be/q657rEkgfKs [Embed] >as the next song plays, something happens >you can feel a connection with the song, yourself, and the car >you're in control >and it's time to test this sweet car out >as soon as you see the sign, you shift down to accelerate >you look at the speedometer "Let's see what you can do, motherfucker." >half of your dreams as a kid were about to be fulfilled in the next few minutes >get into the fast lane and floor the pedal >as you pass 60 mph, the car hits a sweet spot and you shift to 4th gear >you're passing cars left and right, most not on the road for the same purpose you are >you hit 80 mph and the handling becomes a little more touchy >you've never gone this fast in your life >you ease your foot off of the acceleration, fearful of going too much faster before you get used to this speed >about this time, you see a Corvette behind you >he pulls into the lane beside you >it's an older guy, probably around 35 or so >he gives you a thumbs up out of his window and then a head nod >you know what he wants; he wants to race >you shakily swivel your head to say no >he gives you a weird look >then flips you off; proceeding to speed away >in about .5 seconds, you think to yourself >you could die if you chase him >you had driven manual before and gone fast as well in another car >but racing a sports car was insane, right? >time slows for you >your mind only goes through your chances of dying >at the speeds your going, it wouldn't be pretty >and since you don't drive everyday, the chances are high >but you feel something happening to you >as the last song starts to end, >you feel the car, asking; begging you to go faster >to push it on what might be it's top speed >you think of when you were little watching those car races >wishing you were one of those drivers >feeling the road beneath you as your car flew past the other racers >and now you had your chance to make that real >and what bigger adrenaline rush is there than an illegal road race? >your mind interrupts >asking you very relevant questions >like, what if you died before seeing Sunset tonight? >what if your concussion caused you to black out in the middle of this race? >even if you didn't die... >what if you crashed the car and had to pay back Rainbow for years on end? >what if you got seriously injured and couldn't play football, or even worse, couldn't walk again? >your mind plays a scenario where the girls who thought you were hot suddenly weren't interested in you anymore because you're in a wheelchair >but then... >a different sector of your mind answers back with 'then fuck them' >you start to feel different >as if every part of your mind that is concerned with safety suddenly is quiet >it begs the question to you >how badly do you want this? >you feel the car at a lower RPM, the sound alone almost begging you to go faster >as if it needs it >it needs you to do this >your body quits reacting to your mind for a second >and suddenly you feel as though if it really came down to you dying from racing this asshole >you would at least die with your balls >and if you had to go, dying in flames with huge fucking balls was the way to go https://youtu.be/Q78Darbt3Yo [Embed] >the next song starts, and as if something else other than your logical mind controls you >you hear the the line Son, your ego is writing checks your body can't cash >and that's all you need to hear >you scream out "NAH, FUCK THIS GUY" >you feel so out of character >and it feels so good >the music once again fuels your testosterone >you slam on the acceleration >the engine roars like a monster in a cave, thankful that you let it loose >the force alone puts your head back on the seat >there's one car ahead of you in your lane >you switch lanes to pass him >still in 4th, you gain speed and look for the 'vette >turns out he didn't go far >you bob and weave through traffic, not slowing down, but rather continually speeding up >as you near the car, you look over, momentarily pulling up your shades off of your nose >as he sees you, you blow a kiss towards him, and flip him off afterwards >pull your shades back onto your nose >then once again slam on the gas >you're in the zone and one with the speed machine >as you don't let off of the pedal, your speed gets close to hitting past 85 >it doesn't hit you how huge these gears are until you realize you're still in 4th >you look in the rear-view and see the Corvette close behind you >it seems to have no problem keeping up >you shift into 5th >the G-force for the high speed keeps your back firmly onto the seat >and the car starts to feel lighter on the ground >as you see the 'vette driver looking pissed off, something else happens >you feel something taking over your mind >pure instincts tell you to fuck off with your 'chances' bullshit >your eyes focus on the road >your heart rate jumps >you feel droplets of sweat comes down your head >as well as your hands and feet got sweaty (mom's spaghetti) >you look up to see a sign >'Beachfront BLVD - 10 miles' >you got 10 miles before you have to exit the express >your opponent pulls up behind you, obviously possesing the power to keep up >your option is to go faster >up ahead there's some cars in all lanes >you pull into another lane where one car is going faster than the rest >the other guy sees what you're doing and gets behing you >the other cars aren't going nearly as fast as you are, so you slow down and shift back to 4th >as the Vette is trapped from going any faster, you let off of the gas and pump the brakes, making him slow down a bit >as you have enough clearance to pass the cars, you do so >the beast roars as you gas it up again, putting vibrations into your seat >the chase continues and you feel as if your heart is sweating >this is easily the craziest thing you've ever done in your life >you floor the gas again with no traffic ahead of you, soon shifting back to 5th >the music keeps your foot from letting off of the acceleration >there is a primal feeling of achievement from doing this >like there was no other way to achieve this >the other guy finally gets past the traffic and slowly catches up to you >you see a sign that says 'Beachfront BLVD - 5 miles' >your time is limited, but you want to leave this guy in the dust >the chase continues, but there is more traffic up ahead in the distance >but since you two are practically flying, it approaches faster than you thought it would >you switch lanes again to the far left, closest to the grass off of the road >the Corvette gets next to you, and the guy looks even more pissed >in fact, he looks insane >then you see what he's trying to do >he slowly starts to merge into your lane, with you still in it >he's trying to shove you off of the road >the slower cars ahead of you are almost right in front of you now >then he quickly swerves towards your lane >you see this happening, and your heart starts to sweat >this guy has lost his fucking mind >instincts still controlling you, you hit the brakes and grip the wheel as if your life depends on it >his excessive force to get you off of the road mixed with not actually hitting you, causes him to fishtail in order to not fly off of the road >you gain some speed back and switch to the farthest other lane, staying away from him >this wasn't a fucking joke anymore >he had road rage that could fucking end your life >you bit off a little more than you could chew this time >your lane is open to pass the other traffic as you put some distance between yourself and the goddamn maniac >you see a sign on the road 'Beachfront BLVD - 1 mile' >you pass the cars and get into the far lane again, ready to exit >up ahead in the far distance, you see the exit >you slam the gas again, wanting out of the expressway >all you wanted to do was race a little >but this crazy bastard is trying to kill you now; and you want no part of that >it's not a race anymore, you're driving for your life now >you see the other guy coming up again >he's really flooring it >but an idea hits your head >if you make it known that you're about to exit, he'll follow >but if you exit at the last minute, he'll be going too fast to continue the chase outside of the express >he gets in the lane beside you and is gaining speed still >the exit lane starts, but you don't move into it yet >as you see the end of the exit lane coming up, you ready yourself to get onto it in the last second >the Corvette start merging towards you lane again >the guy looks like he's ready to murder you >you feel your heart beating out of your chest >your hands are so sweaty that the stick momentarily slips from your hands' grip >your eyes wide with fear >he's actually trying to do this shit >you only have a few seconds before it's too late to exit, but you have to make sure he can't follow you >the seconds feel like hours as the end of the exit ramp flies towards you >you just want to live... >inches away from him touching the car, you swerve into the exit lane and start getting off of the expressway >realizing it's over, >you scream at the top of your lungs out of the window "FUCK YOU ASSHOLE" >and proceed to flip him off again >as he sees you do this, the concrete barrier begins again and it's too late for him to follow you >as you're on the ramp off of the expressway, you see a grocery store and pull into the parking lot >your heart is still beating out of your chest >hands are shaking now >drops of sweat pour from your body >the adrenaline is just now starting to wear off >new song plays https://youtu.be/G7HVrOkhuLw [Embed] >you park in the back of the parking lot and turn the car off >the music still continues "Holy... fucking... shit." >you almost died back there >and you had no interest in ever racing >ever again >seriously, fuck that guy >what kind of asshole tries to kill someone in a road race?? >even racing video games seemed like a bad idea now >you catch your breath and try to control your thought process >but the cute little chiptune song somehow lightens the mood >you can't help but bob your head a little to the tune >even though that was scary as shit >you're still perfectly fine >the car was untouched >and you had the rest of the day to look forward to >you thought about just going home >but after a few minutes of rest, you remember that you were already close to the beach >might as well show off the ride to some more strangers >hopefully some hot bikini-clad girls in the mix >but the first thing you do before you move is pull out your phone.. >be Sunset >you have a laptop in your room that you usually do homework on >you rarely use the portable computer for anything other than school and facebook >but today your browser is on YouTube, looking up dance tutorials >your knowledge of dancing is limited, and as a girl, that's generally unacceptable >guys usually get more slack when it comes to these matters >but girls are supposed to be graceful and majestic with their dancing >and if your movements are awkward, Anon might be more inclined to find another dance partner more often than not >you think about if he will be a good dancer >and with your limited knowledge of his past, you have no idea >but he seems to be full of surprises >and it wouldn't surprise you at all if he's liquid on the dance floor >and that would make you look even worse if you're awful at some of these new dances >so in front of your laptop, you look at the video trying to copy what the dance instructor is doing >as you make a misstep, you curse out loud "Dammit!" >your cursing was minimal in life, with the exception of when you were really peeved >and currently, these dance moves were making you peeved >you pause the video and take a break >as you get some water to drink, you think of what Anon might be doing right now >your soft laugh escapes your throat as you imagine him sitting on his couch watching TV "He's probably chilling out right now, not a care in the world..." >after your drink, you unpause the video, back to learning this new... extremely difficult... dance >be Anon >put the phone to your ear >[Hello?] [Flash? You wouldn't believe what just happened!] >[What happened?] [Look, I can't tell you right now. Where are you at?] >[My house? The hell happened man? Are you okay?] [No, I'm fine. Look, stay at your place. I'll be there in about 45 minutes, alright? I'll tell you all about it when I get there.] >[Uhh, okay, but I have to leave kind of early for the dance so I can't hang for too long.] >the hell is he doing leaving for the dance... early? >aren't you supposed to show up a little late for these things? >whatever [No problem. See you soon.] >hang up the phone >start the car up again and head towards the beach >as you approach the stop sign on the small road, you burn out, sliding onto the road connected to the strip of the beach >as you finish the turn, you start looking at the shitty cheap shops on the left and right of the streets >you turn the music back on and the next song plays https://youtu.be/0sxGAV3QauQ [Embed] >as you hear the new song, you recognize what the cover is >not only did the game kick ass >but this cover kicked ass too >the song itself made you feel like this entire experience... the whole week was a fantasy >but after pinching the shit out of your arm, you were sure that this was in fact.. real life >and after all the shit going down during the week, you felt like you had earned this >slowing down to obey the speed limit, you see some people walking on the sidewalks again >again, people see your ride and immediately give you positive feedback >one chick even flashed you >maybe it was the car the elicited the girls' responses >maybe it was the shades that somewhat hid your age >either way, shit felt good >soon you would get to the motels, then the hotels, less shitty shops, then resorts >and then the process would reverse all the way back to more shitty shops >but it felt nice >you had been here many times, even staying at the hotels with your parents during a few of the family vacations you took when you didn't live in Canterlot >some might say you knew the area pretty well >you would agree with these people >as more people were on the sidewalks, you shifted to neutral to rev the engine again, waiting for the cheers of the drunken college students >the wind through the windows >the sunlight hitting your shades >palm trees near the beach >and tan babes walking around with scarce clothes on >yeah, this place was alright >back at the main part of Canterlot, you drive towards Flash's place >you had been there a few times to hang out >and been to the house party he had when his parents were out of town >too bad the 'party' sucked, but still... >you park the car on the street and walk up to the door >before you knock, you hear some rock music being played inside the house >knock on the door >ring the doorbell >in a few seconds, he opens the door >"Hey Anon, what's up?" "A good bit actually. You ready?" >he looks at you funny >"Ready for what?" >you motion for him to come out of the house "Come on, we're taking a ride." >"To where, and with what? You don't have a car..." >your cheesy grin reappears "I do today." >he closes the door and walks outside >you get back to the Camaro >he sees this >"C'mon, man. Quit playing around; that's not your car." >then you pull out the key and open the door >again, he sees this happen >"NO FUCKING WAY, ANON!!" >you share his excitement "YEAH FUCKING WAY, MAN." >he grabs his own hair in excitement >"WHERE DID YOU GET THIS??" "Rainbow let me borrow it; I think it's her dad's or something. I got it until tomorrow." >you get in and unlock the passenger door >Flash flies in the car, giddy from excitement >as you both get in and put on the seatbelts, Flash looks at you like he's desperate for something >"Please... please start the engine." >you do so, and rev the engine a little while still in neutral >Flash looks like he's having an orgasm >and you can't even blame him >"oh my god, that's so good..." "Where should we go??" >he thinks for a minute >then you can almost see the lightbulb go off on top of his head >he sports an evil grin >"Canterlot University." "...and I barely got off of the expressway before he could keep following me! That crazy bastard almost killed me, twice!" >"Shit, man. That's insane. Glad you're alright now though; plus at least you didn't damage this beauty of a car!" "You're telling me." >there's a pause between you two >Flash seems to be on a mission >you're more or less just glad to be alive after the ordeal, as reality has completely sunk in how badly that 'race' could have ended >and in comparison, everything else just seems less important >apparently everything gets put into perspective when you see your life flash before your eyes >you felt chill as an ice cube, just cruising around with your friend, trying to aid him in his fantasy of picking up a college girl >which for both you and Flash, it was exactly that >a fantasy >in your mind, neither of you had enough game to pull something like that >but you would have fun seeing him try "Hey what's the secret you were going to tell me about?" >he looks over, a little nervous on the subject >"Oh, I can't tell you. You'll find out at the dance." "Really dude? You still can't tell me what it is?" >he shakes his head >"Nope. It would ruin the surprise.." >you look at him, thinking he's playing this secret up to be more than what it is "Does it have to do with Rainbow?" >he hears what you say and mulls it over >"No, not really. I mean, she's involved, but she's not the secret.." >as you try to process what that could mean, you decide to drop it >you'll find out tonight what this means and it probably won't be a big deal anyways >you start seeing signs of Canterlot University on the sides of the road >you see an entrance to the campus and pull in >Flash looks at you >"Bro, gotta get some tunes going!" >he's a bit too eager for this, but you play the CD anyways https://youtu.be/xF1txJ2E4PM [Embed] >as the song plays, you immediately note a change from the rock and metal the disc has played thus far >not exactly your flow, but the beat is pretty good >Flash still looks a bit more excited about this than you think is necessary >but that's just Flash >he turns up the song, to the point where the car vibrates >you have to practically yell at Flash to talk to him with the music so loud "SO WHAT EXACTLY ARE WE DOING??" >"JUST ROLL AROUND UNTIL WE SEE SOME HOT GIRLS!" "OKAY AND THEN WHAT?" >"I'LL DROP SOME COMPLIMENTS AND THEY GET IN THE CAR WITH US." >you shake your head "YEAH, BECAUSE THAT'S HOW IT WORKS..." >he could be an idiot, but at least he wasn't a boring.. >as you pull past some of the main buildings, you can't help but notice a few things >lots of girls who achieve a 7 or above >lots of guys who look like Flash-level try-hards concerning said girls >maybe you should look into college after all... >there's a pack of girls on Flash's side of the sidewalk >FS: "ANON, SLOW DOWN." >you do so >he pulls a pair of shades... actually, you have no idea where he pulled those from >but he puts them on, then sticks his head out of the window >FS: "HEY LADIES! LOOKING GOOD TODAY!!" >you have a hearty laugh watching Flash trying to be 'smooth' >they hear him and roll their eyes >FS: "ANON, I THINK THEY WANT US!" >they apparently heard what he screamed at you, and laughed; probably at him "YEAH, I DON'T THINK SO, FLASH. THEY ROLLED THEIR EYES AT YOU." >FS: "OKAY MAYBE SO... BUT THERE'S MORE GIRLS HERE. BOUND TO FIND SOME INTERESTED!" >you slowly continue the car forward >you continue driving around the campus for a while while Flash continually tries to hit on random girls >the most he's getting are friendly waves >you must have driven around the campus roads 10 times before it started to get old >after a while you park the car in one of the back parking lots >you turn to Flash "Why don't we walk around for a little bit?" >you two walk around campus on foot, but Flash doesn't look nearly as pumped and excited as he was in the beginning >if nothing else, you got a good feel of the campus while walking around >there's a bench outside of one of the large buildings, of which you quickly put to use >FS: "Shit man, that didn't work as well as I had thought." >you don't think cat calling is the best way to pick up women, but you hold that opinion in "Better luck next time, I guess man. At least we still got the dance tonight.." >Flash sits down as well >FS: "Yeah, you're right." >you look at Flash >and he doesn't exactly look like he's on cloud 9 >you walked into this content if you didn't even meet a single college chick >it would have been nice, but you have options at your own school >but it dawns on you how badly Flash wanted to meet some older girls >and even though he could be an idiot about this kind of stuff >he was still a good friend.. "Hey Flash, I got an idea." >"Yeah?" "What if we walked around a little more, but this time I'll be your wingman?" >he looks up with hope >"Really?" "Hell yeah man, let's do this." >not too far off is the library >there's got to be some cute girls trying to study in there >you find the library and walk in >there's a sign at the front that indicates that any floor about the first is a 'quiet zone' where no conversation should be held "Okay so first floor only, I guess." >FS: "Uhh Anon, I don't think we can check out books if we don't go here..." [pic] = your face "Are... are you being serious right now??" >FS: "Yeah dude, then everyone would just waltz in and check out books!" >you bury your hands into your face "Christ, Flash. We're not here to check out books..." >he gives you a weird look >FS: "What, do you want to sit down and read them?" "WE'RE NOT HERE TO READ, FLASH!" >the entire library erupts in a "sshhhhhhhhh!!" >and you lower your voice again "We're hear to find you a girl... who is reading." >FS: "What, like a tutor? Anon, I don't need a girl to help my reading skills." >you are seconds away from strangling him to death, in front of the entire library >before a lightbulb goes off over his head >he whispers as well >FS: "OH OH OH, okay, I get what you're saying! Yeah, that sounds way more fun..." >you two scout around for girls, trying to give the best impression that you know what you're doing >sadly, any girls that aren't already talking to guys are 5's or below >no dice >exit the library >the lack of girls' phone numbers doesn't help Flash's morale >FS: "Man, maybe we should just go home.." >the rage he caused in the library has fully dissipated "Aww c'mon man! Look, we came all this way and we're already here. Let's try a few more buildings." >you do so, but it seems as if all of the pretty girls have disappeared into thin air >you get to a directory of the campus >there is a cafe on campus "Bingo." >FS: "Bingo what?" "Girls love cafes and over priced coffee. Bound to be a few worth talking to in there." >you find the place and walk towards it >as you enter, your eyes scan for applicants to the 'Give Flash Sentry Your Number' foundation >you almost give up hope after seeing nothing >then you spot two girls at the counter, sitting on bar stools >and damn son, they look cute >and they're by themselves >you lightly elbow Flash "Hey cowboy, 11 o'clock. They look like twins." >he looks to where you direct >FS: "Oh shit, man. I see them." "You want the one with or the one without the bow in her hair?" >FS: "Umm, with the bow." "Got it." >you're relieved you can at least have an opportunity to help Flash >FS: "So how are we doing this?" >you think about this for a second "Okay. They're looking at the TV in front of them, so they probably didn't see us walking in yet. Go up to them and talk to the one you want. I'll wait outside for a few minutes, then I'll come in like we aren't here together, but I'll say hey to you when I come in. Then I talk to the other girl, giving you some isolation to pick up hairbow girl." >his smile let's you know that he approves >FS: "I like it. Okay, let's do this." >he walks towards the barstools and you walk out of the store >while you're outside, you check your phone >nothing >as you put the phone back into your pocket, you take a look at the campus again >from what you've seen, this place really isn't that bad >if you go to college, this would be on the list of possibilities >time to wing >you casually walk into the store, and purposefully not look towards Flash for a few seconds >then you see him "Hey, Flash!" >he looks towards you, pausing the conversation with Hairbow >seemingly keeping it cool >FS: "Yo, Anon! What are you doing here?" "Needing some coffee, bro." >you two fistbump, then you shift over to the bar stool next to the other girl >you look at her "This seat taken?" >she looks over >"Oh, no. Go ahead." >the way she said that produced some neutral vibes from her, but that's better than a nasty attitude towards you >you look at the guy behind the counter "Medium coffee, black." >as the guy is getting your coffee, you think to yourself >all you have to do is talk to this girl long enough for Flash to get a number from the other girl >then you two can leave in style like you have something to do >but in order for your conversation to last that long, you needed to be at least a little bit interesting >hopefully Flash wouldn't take 2 years to achieve numerical victory >you look over at the girl "What are you drinking?" >she holds her cup up and casually looks at you >"Iced mocha with extra whipped cream." >you quietly laugh "You want some coffee with that sugar and milk?" >she turns to you with a small, contained, interested smile >bingo >"Hey, not everyone likes disgusting black coffee. Some of us have a functioning palate." >you join in the friendly banter "Hey, I'm a simple guy. I sold my palate when I found out that it's an extra $4 to add milk and whipped cream to my coffee." >she gets playfully snarky >"Want to diss anymore of my decisions while you're at it?" Brain: Remember, interesting. Act interesting. You're doing this to distract this girl so she doesn't interfere with Flash getting a number. Keep this girl interested so that she's too busy to tell Flash to buzz off. You'll probably never see her again, so don't worry too much about it. >you get into the mindset >then you make sure she sees you looking up and down her "I'm trying to find something, but everything else looks good." >"What if I told you more about myself? I'm sure you can find something not to your pleasing." "Fair enough. Let's start with a name." >"Cloudchaser. Yours?" "Anon." >she holds out her hand for a handshake, and you return the gesture >you maintain a casual smile, but the more she speaks, the easier it is to do so "So far? It's nice to meet you." >you and Cloudchaser discuss small talk for a few solid minutes >talking on subjects like music, interests, talents and such >trying to stay away from subjects like age, schooling and anything that might give away the fact that you not only don't go to CU, but you aren't even old enough to be in college >she's being very warm and flirty, but you get the feeling that she's not really in anything beyond that >but then again, you've never flirted with a college girl, so you really have no idea what she's feeling >she also occasionally looks at the TV, as if waiting for something >while this is all going on, you try to hear how Flash is doing >so far the other girl sounds receptive, but you can't be sure >so in short, everything is going great >Flash just needs to hurry up and make the damn move "So how cheesy would it be if I asked you 'how often do you come here?'" >CC: "Pretty cheddar, but I'll answer anyways. I actually come here a lot since I live on campus. What about you? I don't remember seeing you here before." Brain: Don't tell her you go to high school "Yeah I'm just visiting, taking a look at the campus." >she's still smiling but she kinda squints at you >CC: "Alright, here's a question for you. Did you sit next to me because I have a twin? You trying to score double or something?" Brain: Don't flip out. Everything has been gravy so far; no need to get scared from a little grilling >it's hard to listen to your brain when your heart rate rises >that's not even something you were going for and you're getting a little nervous >still, gotta play it cool "I think if that was the case, I would have asked for her name as well." >she nods her head and takes a sip of her drink >CC: "I guess that's fair." >crisis avoided >you let a pause go by before you think of a brilliant idea >you're cheesin' hard, with a smile that can hardly be contained "By the way, what's your twin's name?" >she laughs, almost choking on her drink >as she recovers, she looks back at you, still giving off a playful and happy mood >CC: "You'll pay for making me choke on my coffee." "It's not coffee, remember?" >CC: "Whatever you say. And her name is Flitter." >Flitter is apparently too busy talking to Flash to turn around when her name is mentioned >that's a good sign "Nice name, both of you. Also, do guys normally come up to you two... wanting both? How often does that happen?" >she sighs in disgust >CC: "Too damn much," >another pause >you're honestly not sure what to say to that >though if you were a couple of years older... >CC: "Here's another one for you. If it wasn't because I'm a twin, why did you sit next to me?" >the direct nature of the question almost catches you off guard Brain: Don't tell her that you're winging for Flash. She's being direct; you be the same. Remember, act like you're in college "You know, I was about to say because you have pretty hair, which is true by the way. But actually it was because you looked good from behind." >she's still smiling >crisis avoided >even though you'd probably not get her number, you had to admit that Cloudchaser was cool >suddenly being the wingman sounded like something fun to do on the weekends >CC: "What about the front?" >you almost panic, but, >you're positive that now she's teasing you for sure Brain: THINK QUICKLY, FAGGOT "I'd probably need a closer look before I cast judgment." >she laughs >CC: "Oh, you're good. I'm sure you say that to all of the chicks." >deny that you're a player >because you're actually not one at all.. "You're implying that I even pick up any chicks at all." >she waves a hand of disbelief at you >CC: "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say." >you think of how to continue the conversation >Flash sure is taking his sweet time "So what.." >suddenly she interrupts you >CC: "Wait a second, the sports news is coming on!" >you look to the TV "You're into sports? What's so important on the sports news?" >CC: "Didn't you hear? CHS beat Crystal Prep last night! They're going to show footage of it!" >time fucking stops Brain: If they show footage, say your name, or show your face... you're fucked. >you feel your heart sweat >suddenly this is no longer fun >you look at your coffee, thinking of a way out of this >because if she realizes that you're in high school, she might tell Flitter that Flash probably is too >killing his chances >and she might get pisses that you're acting like you are her age... and make a scene... >you look at Flash with panic, but he's already giving you the same face >time resumes >you had forgotten that someone from the school films every game for the team to review later during film sessions >but you didn't think this would make the news... >the sports anchorman goes over some college and pro games that happened, skimming over the highlights >the cafe starts to quiet down as more people are watching >as the last of the college games are talked about, he states that he's going to cover "What all of Canterlot is buzzing about." >shit >a few of the guys in the cafe yell out that everyone should shut up >Cloudchaser looks at the guy behind the counter >CC: "Turn up the TV!" >he does so >you glace behind you, looking at the rest of the people looking at the TV >practically the entire population is glued to what is about to be covered >fugg AnchorMan = AM >AM: "But now for what everyone has been waiting to see - The football game of Canterlot High School versus Crystal Prep!" >there is a small cheer in the cafe >apparently most people here are CHS alumni >AM: "If you know anything about local high school football, then you know that Crystal Prep is the team to beat. No team knows this better than Canterlot High School, who hasn't beat Crystal Prep in years. It was a tough battle the entire night. Crystal's constant past victories loomed over CHS like a black cloud. Still, a great crowd of CHS fans came to watch the game. Both teams played very well during the first half, but Crystal Prep was on top; scoring 21 points, while CHS only had 14. The Canterlot defense was doing a great job, while the home team offense was starting to have some difficulty." >as he speaks, there is footage of random plays shown in the corner of the screen that correspond with what he's mentioning >you look around again, trying to be discreet >a good bunch of people seem like they are on the edge of their seat watching the TV >you facepalm >the one time you really don't want people to know shit about you.. >you're on the news >this was going to be a disaster for Flash >and yeah, maybe lying wasn't the best way to pick up chicks >but he was so excited about trying this out >fugg >but if it was going to be a disaster, you were at least going to enjoy your 15 seconds of TV time >you take a nice gulp of your coffee and just accept whatever might happen >then you look back onto the screen, and let yourself enjoy the narrative before the inevitable shitshow started afterwards >AM: "But as the teams got back on the field for the second half, Canterlot's nightmare started to seem inevitable. The home team offense scored a lucky touchdown, to which Crystal Prep responded by kicking a field goal. After this happened, the CHS offense seemed like they were falling apart. Crystal Prep was dominating." >after this was said, a few in the cafe let out a loud "BOOOO" >the cafe patrons see you on TV >then they see your face in front of them, and once again cheer >some of the people come over to congratulate you; and some even thank you for beating Crystal Prep >you didn't think the college students would still be so invested in their high school's sports, >but then again, maybe it was just a local thing >"No way! Man, that was fucking unreal!" was the general consensus "Guys, I just got lucky. I promise I'm not actually that good." >"Bullshit, man. That was insane. We normally don't like high schoolers here, but you stay as long as you want, man." >it felt like the seniors all over again >a couple of people wanted high fives >a couple girls just wanted to say hey >but eventually everyone sat back down and returned to their conversations >you humbly turn to Cloudchaser "So... I might actually still be in high school." >as you say this, you peer over towards Flash >he's not upset at all >in fact, he's still talking to Flitter >but it might be best to assume that he's being let down easy right now, and he's just dealing with it really well >fuck >time to think of a plan B >someone is goddamn donating to the 'Give Flash Sentry Your Number' foundation today >back to Cloudchaser >to your surprise she doesn't seem angry... >CC: "That was pretty impressive Anon. I won't lie, you just got a lot cooler." >holy crap >she's not even pissed at all... >you're listening to Cloudchaser, but behind you there is a girl talking to someone >it sounds like she's trying to whisper but she's being a little too loud and you can hear what is said >she says, "I tell ya, if he ever wanted me to do something for him..." >you discretely turn your head to see which girl said that, and as you listen to the conversation behind you, you spot who said it [pic] >you quickly grab a napkin from the counter and begin scribbling something on it >then look back at Cloudchaser "So... what does that mean?" >then look at what you're writing again >CC: "Well, it means that I think you're cute, and I'd like to see you more." >you stop what you're doing to look back at Cloudchaser "Wait... really?" >did that work? >did seeing you on TV actually do some good for you? >does she not care that she's (probably) 4 years older than you? >CC: "Yep!" Brain: So this is what it's like to find gold... >CC: "But it also means that you're not legal yet. What are you, 16?" "17." >CC: "So close.. I'm serious, you're cute, but I don't date guys under 18. It's a shame too; I was about to show you what the inside of a dorm looks like.." >you were... about to score?? Brain: ...fool's gold, maybe >you feel the disappointment >and man, that shit is heavy "And... there's no way that..." >she is still giving you a kind smile >CC: "No, sorry. But since I like you, I'll meet you halfway on this." >she gets her own napkin and starts writing on it >as she does this, you finish what you were writing on yours "Hey, I'll be right back." >you get up and head to the restroom >take a piss; wash your hands >as you come out, you make sure Cloudchaser isn't looking at you >then you make sure Flash doesn't see you >you slip the napkin in front of the girl who was talking behind you >as she and her friends see this, she looks up to you >you give a nod and a wink, then head to your stool again >when you get there, you turn around to look at the girl >she's reading what you wrote >then she looks at you and winks back with a smile >she gets up and sits on the bar stool, other side of Flash >as you hear her talk to Flash, you feel another napkin on your open hand >you look at the napkin, and it has a phone number on it >CC: "Here's my number.." >you look at the number with confusion "I thought you just said..." >she puts on a seductive smile >CC: "Call me when you turn 18." >huh >all in all, >not the worst outcome possible >you fold up the napkin and put it in your pocket "Thanks, I'll do that." >as you say that, you see the girl hop off the stool next to Flash and go back to her friends >it's time to leave >look over to Flash "Yo Flash, time to bounce." >FS: "Got it, bro." >you get up and look at Cloudchaser "Nice meeting you, Cloudchaser." >she is still giving you a warm smile >CC: "You too, football star. Have a good night." >as she says this, you remember Sunset and what you're doing tonight >out of her line of sight, a smug smile appears on you "Oh, I will." >Flash says his goodbye to Flitter and you two start towards the door >he looks as giddy as a kid on the first day of summer break >before you get to the door, you whisper to Flash "Hey, did Flitter turn you down?" >he replicates your volume >FS: "Nah, man! I got her number, then some girl named Blossomforth just came up and gave me her number too! What about you? Did you get the other girl's number?" "Yeah, bro." >you're surprised he's being so chill about this >right before you two reach the door, there is a wordless fistbump shared [pic] >you two exit the cafe >as both of you are outside again and the door closes behind you, you walk a few steps "Flash, you're awful quiet about what just happened.." >he lifts his fists to the air and tilts his head up >FS: "HELL YEAH MOTHERFUCKERRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSS!!!" >you heartily laugh, glad that your friend got his wish >and then you silently celebrate to yourself >if Sunset didn't work out >or if there were into sharing... >you had some college poon waiting for you on your birthday >ego decently inflated, you continue walking >you and Flash decided to check out the last building you hadn't been in yet >just in case there was more game to catch >you enter, but it seems rather empty >as you traverse the halls, >you hear some guitar playing and feel inclined to walk towards it, in order to find who is playing "Flash, you hear that guitar playing?" >FS: "Yeah, sounds like it might be in one of the performance halls." >the two of you try to track down where the music is coming from >on the way, you notice that whoever is playing keeps making mistakes in the song and restarts the piece >finally you spot some double doors and open them >inside, there is one person playing guitar on stage >the stage is lighted, but the crowd lights are off >no one else is in the auditorium >as you get a closer look, you think you recognize who it is >the guitarist lifts up her head to see the doors opened >"Is someone there?" "Octavia?" [pic] >OM: "Hello? Who is that?" >you and Flash walk down the aisle to get to the stage >as you step on the lighted stage, she can see you >OM: "Oh, Anon. Pleasant surprise! How is your head feeling?" "Better with meds, thanks for asking." >then she sees Flash on stage >OM: "Flash.." >she greeted Flash with a bit of a cold shoulder >must not be a fan of his >Flash gives a casual wave and a "Hey Octavia," >not wanting to ask why she doesn't like him, you move on "Why are you at CU?" >OM: "Oh, didn't you hear? I'm participating in duel-enrollment now." "Isn't that only an option for seniors?" >she puts her guitar down for a moment >OM: "Mostly, yes. However, I tested out of AP Music Theory, so they allowed me to dual-enroll. I am only taking university level music classes here. I still take the rest of my classes at CHS." "Wow, that's pretty cool. So what are you doing right now?" >she looks at her guitar with angst >OM: "Currently regretting a horrid decision." "and... that would be..?" >OM: "I have to learn a classical piece with a different instrument, other than my main instrument." "Yeah, I thought you played the cello. Why did you choose the guitar for your second instrument?" >OM: "The two instruments have many similarities. In theory, the more they have in common, the lower the learning curve. However, classical guitar is much more difficult than expected..." >you shrug your shoulder "I mean, I wish I could help but I've never played an instrument in my life." >OM: "I appreciate the thought," >Flash chimes in >FS: "What piece are you trying to learn?" >Octavia sighs, clearly not wanting to deal with Flash, for whatever reason >OM: "Estudio 5 in B minor." >FS: "Could you play it for us?" >Flash definitely seems interested in this, and you don't know why >she picks the guitar back up >OM: "I suppose so.." >she begins trying, but it is clear that she needs a lot more time to practice >after making several mistakes, she becomes agitated and puts the guitar back down >OM: "Infuriating, really. I can play almost anything on the cello, but these dreaded six strings are whipping me into an early grave. I have been practicing this for almost a week now." >Flash steps forward >FS: "Oh, that's probably because your finger placement on the chords are all wrong." >you look at him shocked "Hey Flash, I think Octavia knows a thing or two about music. More than we do anyways..." >you're trying to signal that he shouldn't do whatever he's thinking of doing >but he doesn't see the warning on your face >he points to her guitar >FS: "Mind if I try?" >she looks at him, expecting the same that you are >which is him about to make a fool of himself >a little snarky, she responds >OM: "Go ahead." >and hands him the guitar >the anchor has already been thrown, so you stand next to Octavia and prepare for the embarrassment >Flash throws the guitar strap over his shoulder and gets a feel for the guitar >though you had never seen him play >Flash had mentioned that he could play the guitar, >but there was no way he was good enough to play a classical piece that Octavia couldn't even play >he looks back up at you two >FS: "Let's see if I can remember this one." >...what did that mean? "You know the song she's learning?" >FS: "Yeah, but it's been a while.." >he picks a few notes at first, but they sound awful >Octavia grins >he stops >he takes a deep breath in, then blows it out >and begins playing once more https://youtu.be/t_ZwLZBZt94 [Embed] >you prepare yourself to cringe >but that wouldn't happen >as the notes resonate from the guitar, you immediately realize that Flash has been severely underestimated >but as he continues playing, you are blown away by what he's doing >most of the time, his eyes are closed >his head moves around like he can feel the music >it looks... spiritual >all the while not making a single mistake >it feels like someone else with musical talent has taken over his body to play this piece >and the music... what is happening in front of you is nothing short of... amazing >your eyes widen as you realize how good Flash actually is >but when you turn to Octavia, she's in pure shock >but you can't look at her too long before you look back to Flash >the music is nothing short of beautiful; emotional, even >but maybe the most awe-inspiring part of it is that Flash is the one making the music happen >because out of the entire school, Flash was literally the last person you thought of as any type of 'artistic' >but here he is >it doesn't even sound like a song >it sounds like some kind of... audible journey >like you're being forced to feel something new with each change of chord >seriously, when did he learn to do this?? >almost as soon as he begins, he throws the strap off of the guitar and hands it back to Octavia >FS: "Man, I'm rusty. Haven't played that one in forever!" >your shock has taken the physical form of your jaw dropping >Octavia looks at you with the same shock on her face >then she looks back at him >OM: "R-rusty?" "Holy shit, Flash. Where the hell has that been??" >FS: "Ah, I like to play every once in a while. It's not big deal." >OM: "Flash... I don't know what to say. That was.. perfect. I have.. underestimated you." >he shrugs >FS: "Eh, I don't know about perfect..." >there is a silence in the hall so quiet that you could hear a pin drop >OM: "I... Could you teach me how to play that maybe sometime in the near future?" >FS: "Sure! It's not that hard once you get the chords down." >he pulls his phone out to look at something >FS: "Crap, Anon. I need to get back to my place." "Alright man." >Flash starts towards the hall doors after saying bye >you follow, still surprised that whatever just happened... just happened >she calls at you two >OM: "Will you both be at the dance tonight?" >you both answer "Yes" >then Flash adds >FS: "Hey, and be on time if you can. There's a surprise at the beginning of the dance that I think you'll like." >you get to the car and drive off of the college campus, music blaring, both of you being happy from a successful college visit >driving to Flash's house >the mood is light and happy >content over success "I gotta admit, I didn't think much would come out of going to Canterlot University but that was kinda fun." >he smirks >"Yeah man; never know what might happen. And uh, thanks for winging for me back at the cafe." >another fistbump between you shifting gears "No problem, brother. What happened with her? Did she say you were too young to date?" >he looks surprised >"Actually, no. I was going to front like I went there but after talking to her for a little bit I realized that she was really nice and I didn't want to ruin anything by lying to her. I told her how old I was when age was brought up. She was super cool about it, too." >of course she would be, and her twin wouldn't be... >"What about you? How did her sister react?" "Honestly it could have been way worse. She gave me her number and told me to call her when I'm 18." >he shrugs >"Hey not bad, man. Plus, you already got girls at high school!" "Who are these girls?? Seriously man, the only girls that like me are Sunset and Applejack. Also maybe Trixie but I'm pretty sure I pissed her off. And who knows how AJ feels now." >pause "Speaking of high school girls, why didn't you stick around back there to get Octavia's number? She's a looker too, and you're both into music... apparently." >Flash looks out of the window >"Why would she want my number?" >you poke a little fun at Flash "Oh I don't know, Flash. Let me just quote her after you turned into a classical guitar god," >you do your worst Octavia accent ""Flash... I don't know what to say. That was.. perfect. I have.. underestimated you." >you two share a laugh >"Hey, that doesn't mean she's like interested or anything. Plus, I needed to get back to my place to get ready. I have to be at the dance early... for the surprise." "Hey, I'm just sayin', never know until you try. She looked like some wanted some Flash digits." >you pull the beast into Flash's driveway and stop the car "You sure you can't tell me what this secret is?" >he shakes his head laughing >"No way man. It will be good though, I promise. Be on time tonight." "I got it, I got it! Be on time! Don't miss this HUGE surprise that I can't know anything about!" >"Right. Oh, did you find a place to take Sunset for dinner?" "Yeah, I had to pull some strings but I got it. What are you doing for dinner?" >"I gotta get a quick bite at my place then I'm off to the school... for the surprise." >you start once again thinking on what this surprise might be >it's super huge and important >he won't even tell you any hints on what it is >he wants everyone to be there >he's not even going out to eat, so he can further prepare this surprise >you shoot him a very worried and concerned look "Flash, you're not going to bomb the school are you!?" >taken back by your question >"WHAT? No! I'm not going to bomb the school!" >you wipe your forehead in relief "Okay... good..." >he looks almost offended >"Bro! What would make you even think that??" >your hands fly into the 'hands up; don't shoot' position "Hey, I'm just saying... you're being real dodgy about this 'surprise' of yours!" >he lays a hand on your shoulder, back to a calm disposition >"Anon, just trust me on this. It's going to be epic." "Okay man. I trust you. And I'll be there." >he gets out of the car and closes the door >"Alright man, see you in a few hours! Good luck with Sunset!" >you wave "Thanks man! See you then!" >pull into your own driveway, and turn the beautiful beast off >enter your house again >look around; see the dirty dishes >flashback >earlier today >you needed to get some chores done before the fun happened tonight >dishes, laundry, get your (only) suit ready, work out, shower, etc >real time >fugg >you still have to clean the dishes, get your suit ready, fold clothes, and shower before you can leave >look at the clock >4:30 >you need to be at Sunset's place at or before 6 >preferably before 6 >because if you learned anything from your one previous girlfriend, your mother, and literally any girl you have ever met.. >it is that females are always late to anything important >and Sunset is most definitely a female >your mind goes back to the story your dad used to tell you about your mother being an hour late to their rehearsal dinner before their wedding day >kek >so you needed to be a little early, in case Sunset needed help getting ready, or if she just needed extra time >and you were smart about it too >because you also learned from your dad that you should always plan for the lady to be late >because even though you said you would be at her place at 6, implying you two would leave within 15 minutes of your arrival.. >your reservations were at 7:15 >it only took about 30 minutes to get to the restaurant >this car could probably make it in 25 >there was time to spare on her part >but not for you >you needed to hurry and get everything done in an about an hour >though you hadn't expected this to be a 'big day' >you weren't going to fuck it up by being late >in order to speed yourself up and get ready fast enough, you needed some tunes to get you going >walk over to your stereo and go through your songs >see one selection and smile "Yeah, this will work." https://youtu.be/mnuBwIpACWw [Embed] >this song was perfect, because it made you feel like you were on a mission >you were on a mission to be on time >and time was not currently on your side to be finished with everything and be early to Sunset's place >turn up the volume and head over to the sink >with great fervor, you turn on the sink faucet and begin to rinse the dishes, then proceed to put them in the dishwasher >while doing this, your mind is already planning ahead on what to do in order to leave on time >in 10 minutes, the dishwasher is already running >go to the dryer and quickly pull out the clothes >take clothes to your room; proceed to fold and put away clothes >15 minutes later, you were done >check time >5pm >text from Sunset >[Hey I forgot to ask, what color shirt and tie are you wearing?] >fugg >you think out loud "Are we supposed to match or something?" >probably >get your suit out and find your white shirt, and a black tie [White shirt/black tie] >she responds quickly >[Perfect.] >you hope that wasn't sarcastic.. "Whatever." >turn on the iron to iron your clothes >while it warms up; 50 push ups >gotta be on that A-Game tonight >small workout done; iron is heated and ready >you carefully but quickly iron your clothes >within a few minutes, you're done >check time >5:15 >need to speed this up >hop into the shower and do a quick wash, layering extra body wash on your junk >ya know >just in case.. >still in hurry mode, you towel yourself quickly and head to your room >underwear, pants, undershirt, button-up shirt, socks applied >look for your black dress-shoes >layers of dust on them >grab the towel you just used >come back and wipe down your shoes >the wet park to the towel gives your zapatos a nice sheen >look at them and smile "Nice." >apply shoes to feet >suit jacket on the door, ready to go >look at the tie; you're almost ready "Wait." >you don't know how to tie a tie >check time >5:30 "Really don't have time for this shit.." >open up YouTube and look up a tutorial >in 10 frustrating minutes, you have made something that slightly resembles a good tie >good enough >nerves start to buzz as you think that YOU might be the late one... >you grab one of your dad's watches that he left behind and put it on your wrist >frantically brush your teeth >find your wallet, house keys and the Beast's keys >put your phone in your pocket and put on your suit jacket >look around "What am I missing?" >the tickets to the dance; Celestia gave them to you >you facepalm so hard it hurt "FUCK; REALLY DON'T NEED THIS RIGHT NOW!!" >you search all around your room and the house >turn off the music while you're at it >you spend at least 5 minutes losing your mind looking for these tickets >a lightbulb goes off in your head "Sunset has them... right? I gave them to Sunset." >hands slightly shaking from adrenaline, you text Sunset [Hey, you have our tickets right??] >in 30 agonizing seconds, she responds >[Yeah, I have them.] >check time >5:50 >so much for being early >you run to the bathroom mirror and check yourself >fix your tie, now you look good >but you don't have the time to admire yourself >it's time to go >you make sure the iron is off, and turn off any lights that you had on >walk out of the front door; lock it behind you >speed walking to the car; you check the time on your phone >5:53 >you could make it to her house in less than 5 minutes >start the car, and rev it up >shift to reverse >it's not like Sunset would be mad if you were a few minutes late >but it was the principle of being late to something important that just didn't sit right with you >as you pull onto the road, you suddenly feel the need to go the speed limit >giving you a few extra seconds to mull over some thoughts >in this moment, disregarding everything unimportant >you are going to pick up Sunset Shimmer for a date >a girl you have already mentally decided, is out of your league >she will be wearing a dress; most definitely looking at least a bit 'warmer' than usual >you will dance together, a minimum of one time >you will eventually go home; regardless of what good or bad happens >anything else is up to you, Sunset, and any number of possible players in tonight's game of fate >you remember what you decided this very same morning >if she doesn't want any more of you: take your hits like a man and go home with your balls intact; knowing you tried >and in what seems like a moment of a strange mix between self-awareness and mild nihilism >add in the fact that you nearly lost your life today, twice no less, >you come to one conclusion >you control absolutely nothing except your own actions >and if that applies to anything; it applies to tonight >you could only sway Sunset's feelings so much with a car you don't own and a decent dinner >and worrying about how the night will end would only take away from the experience >no >you're not going to worry about a damn thing tonight >if you and Sunset aren't meant to be; you're not going to act like something you're not to try and keep her >and if by some miracle she still likes you when you drive her home, then you'll go from there >as this thought process ends, you feel lighter >seemingly ready for whatever chaos might confront you before you fall asleep tonight >the nerves and slight anxiety seem to melt away >a very natural and soft grin appears on your face >as you pull onto her street, you feel like a new, albeit adventurous, man >if 17 year olds can be men... >you were about to park the beast in her driveway, but another idea presents itself to your mind >you drive a few houses down and park on the street >before you kill the engine, you replace the CDs in the player >putting the 'Her' CD in >before the first track can play, you hit 'Stop' on the player and turn off the car >you would check your phone for the time >but at the moment you didn't care anymore >you exit the car, locking the driver door >and begin walking towards her house >instead of nerves and anxiety filling your bloodstream >a sense of calm anticipation filled your soul >you didn't quite 'swag walk' over to her house >but you were almost positive there was an ever-so-slight lightness in your steps >maybe you were walking funny.. >who cares? >you turn onto her driveway and make your way towards the front door >as you approach, you take out your phone and turn on the camera >set it to self-facing mode so you can see yourself >it's mostly to check and see if your tie still looks presentable, but you check the rest of yourself while you're at it >from what you can see, everything looks fine >you clear your throat, place your phone in your pocket, and make a light fist 'Here we go." >knock on the door; ring the doorbell >tonight started... right now >as you knock on the door and ring the doorbell, you hold your breath to hear what's going on inside the house >so far; nothing >you wait a few seconds before doing anything >it's not like she can teleport to the door >and what kind of person just sits next to the door waiting for someone to show up? >you wait for what feels like a minute >by now, if she heard you, she would have opened the door by now >you knock harder, ringing the doorbell a couple of times >again, you slow your breathing to hear what is happening inside the house >would she have left last minute to do something else? >no, she wanted to go to this dance far more than you did >a couple of seconds go by after you're done ringing the doorbell again >you hear >"OH NO." >and the faint sound of a pitter-patter of light footsteps moving quickly across a room >behind the door, Sunset's voice talks above an average volume to penetrate the closed door >"Anon!? Is that you!?" >you look around, in case she can see you through the peep-hole of her door "Um... yes. Roger that." Brain: Roger that? Did you turn into a moron during the last 10 seconds? >without knowing, you say "fuck you" quietly out loud in response to your brain >Sunset hears this >"What!?" >oh shit >think quick >you said that out loud "Oh.. Sorry! I was responding to a text!! ... From Flash!!" >there's silence on her side >say something to make her believe you! "We joke around all of the time like that!" >after all; it is true Brain: YOU JUST RUINED YOUR CHANCES BEFORE THE NIGHT EVEN BEGAN >quietly you hear the same voice behind the door >"Oh, uh... okay." >there's still silence as the door isn't opened >not knowing what to do, you improv what to say next "Umm, Sunny? I'm still outside..." >a few more seconds go by >no response "Sunset??" >immediately after you say this, she responds >"Yeah!! Sorry. Umm okay, so I'm actually not ready yet." >you look to the side >you planned for this >women are never on time "Hey that's okay. Can I come in though, and sit down? I mean, I can help you get ready if you need anything, or I can just sit and wait for you... either one is fine. Standing at the door is kinda weird though..." >"Ohh, of course! Yeah, come in! Just... just close your eyes, okay?" >close your eyes? >what the hell? >"And... put your hands over your eyes too." >something is really weird about this... "Uhhhhhh, Sunset, are you okay?" >there's a bit too much of a pause to keep your comfortable >"Yeah! I'm just not ready yet!" >on the off chance that this gets kinky before the dance even starts, you do as she says "Okay Sunset; eyes are closed, and hands are over eyes!" >"Okay, you swear you're not looking??" "Yes Sunny, I swear." >you hear the door open very slowly, but out of respect, you don't open your eyes; nor do you open your fingers to allow your eyes vision >"Okay, come on in." >you take a step forward to go inside, still completely unaware of what's going on >but the step wasn't high enough >you take a step forward, but the step isn't high enough to clear the higher-than-normal door frame on the bottom >fugg >as your body quickly makes the emergency descent, your reactionary movement is to shoot your palms forward and brace for impact >your eyes open in time to see the floor of the house approaching rapidly >you fall into an awkward pushup position, unscathed >"Oh my god! Anon, I'm so sorry!" >you hear her voice, still behind the now opened door >you get the feeling that she's either naked or 'indecent' >"Are you okay?" >which, seeing her being 'indecent' would be perfectly decent to you >but the last thing you need to be is pervy before the date starts >especially if kinky isn't what she had in mind by doing whatever is happening "Don't worry; I'm good." >crisis avoided >you get up, careful not to look to your left towards the door >close your eyes again and cover with hands "Okay, I'm back to blind. Now what?" >there's a pause on her end >you get the feeling like she's embarrassed over what just happened/ is still happening >this isn't getting kinky... >"Umm, okay. Walk forward a few steps." >you do so >without tripping again >you hear the door close behind you >and all your mind can think of is what Sunset would look like naked >those big fun-bags >that little ridge between the top of her hips and the top half of her torso; accentuating her hourglass figure >her majestic, flowing hair >those sweet, glistening thighs >as these thoughts continue, you feel some action going on downstairs >fuck >a boner isn't something you need right now >you silently pray that your semi doesn't go any further as you try to think of horrid thoughts to get the arousal to leave >"Okay, please don't open your eyes." "I won't; I swear." >you feel her hand softly grab your own left hand off of your left eye >your right hand positions itself to still cover both eyes >she leads you to somewhere like the blind man that you currently are >you're taking small steps to avoid falling again >it's kinda adorable that she's not ready for you to see her yet >but you could have done without the initial baller-move of literally falling into her house >as she leads you to wherever you're going, you realize that she's in front of you >your mind pictures what her ass would look like >round, firm >begging for your hand to smack it >fuck >gotta stop that... >your hand is let go >"Okay, you can sit down here." >as you start to bend your knees, you place your left hand behind you to feel where you're about to place your body >you feel the couch behind you and drop yourself into its comfort >then your ears her the pitter-patter of bare feet on the floor, going away from your position >the sound stops as the creak of a door is heard >Sunset shouts behind another door >"You can open your eyes now!" >you do so >in front of you is the TV, >this is where you sat on Wednesday when you and Sunset were talking >sitting on the couch, you look to where her voice was coming from >as soon as you do this, the door to the room she was occupying clicked shut >you take the moment to look over your suit; making sure you didn't rip it anywhere from falling "Hey, not to rush you or anything but when do you think you'll be ready?" >"15 minutes..!" >15 girl-getting-ready minutes measured out to around 25 real minutes >but you planned for that >you sit back and put your arms across the back of the couch >"Anon, I'm so sorry about being late! Rarity wanted me to help the girls with their hair right before I started getting ready." >you wave your hand to dismiss, even though she can't see it "Don't worry about it; it's fine." >"We won't miss any reservations, will we?" "Nope; we're good as long as we can leave in about 20 minutes." >you actually had more time than that, but she might be inclined to take her time if you tell her this >a few seconds go by and you grab the remote to turn on the TV >set the volume to low >"Anon..." "Yeah?" >"You look good in a suit." "Aww, thanks Sunny.." >you smile and bite your bottom lip >you shouldn't say what you're about to say >but you absolutely have to "..you looked great from behind a few seconds ago." >"ANON!!!! YOU LOOKED!?!?!?" >her voice practically echoed in the room she was in >you burst with laughter "No! I'm kidding; I'm kidding!" >"You're hysterical, Anon!" she says in a very snarky tone >you're still laughing >she's not; apparently >but you have an idea that even she thought it was a little funny "Aww c'mon, it was kinda funny." >you say that, trying to get her to admit it was funny >you imagine she's probably pouting >"Whatever. If giving me a heart attack is funny, then by all means." "I might give you one for Christmas, but then again the wrap jobs for those things are a nightmare." >you can hear her scoff at your dumb joke "Hey, you laughing at me?" >her voice starts to sound a bit more playful >"MMMMaybe." >you smirk, looking back at the TV "Keep it up princess, you'll get yours." >she's definitely getting a bit more playful now >good >if she's having a good time; you're having a good time >"Remember Anon, I'm not a princess. Now I'm Queen Sunset Shimmer." >that one caught you off guard as you let loose a guffaw "Yeah, and I'm King Anonymous." >you couldn't hear her, but behind the door Sunset whispers to herself "yes you are" >a few minutes go by, and you're getting bored >time to pester her some more "Hey Sunny, chop chop. The reservations aren't for next month." >"I'm sorry, did you just say 'chop chop' to me?" "Correct. I could cure cancer in the time it takes you to get ready." >you hold back the laughter >"Not that you would know, but putting on makeup takes time and effort." >yeah, like she needs a lot of makeup... >not "Sunset you don't even need makeup! You look fine." >she gets back to snarky >"You're right, Anon. I should just go to the dance without any makeup on. In fact, why don't I just show up without my dress to really drive it home?" "Actually.." >"DON'T EVEN ANSWER THAT, ANON." >you realize that you should probably take this a bit more seriously, but pushing Sunset's buttons is just too much fun >be Sunset >sitting on a chair, looking at a mirror applying mascara to your eye lashes >Anon can just really push your buttons sometimes >sometimes you couldn't explain to yourself why you liked him >but you knew that you liked him and that was what mattered "You know, you seem awful relaxed. You're not even a little bit nervous about this?" >there's a pause on his end >"Not really. The only thing I'm worried about is making sure you have a good time." >you hear this and stop applying makeup >you can feel your cheeks flush as a warm smile creeps onto your face >oh right >that's why you have feelings for him... >you resume applying makeup "I'm... I'm a little nervous," you say a bit too quietly >"Speak up, I can't hear you." "I said I'm a little nervous." >"Why? You think I'm going to embarrass you or something?" "What? No, of course not! I... I don't know. I'd rather not say.." >"Well you already brought it up! Might as well spit it out." >your shoulders droop as you realize that you dug your own grave by asking him if he was nervous... "I.. I'm not that good of a dancer. What if I trip and fall in front of everyone? What if someone thinks my dress looks ugly? What if I say something stupid that embarrasses you? What if I keep you from having a good time tonight?" >after finishing, you realize how pathetic that sounded >the night hasn't even started yet and you sound pitiful >and to make it worse, you just did another emotional dump on Anon "...sorry I'm being such a downer, Anon." >"No, it's okay. Look, I'm already having a good time and I haven't even seen you yet. It can only get better from here. You're not going to say or do anything stupid, and even if you did it would probably just be.. uhm... cute." >you know him well enough to understand that he's not good with what he calls 'feels' >he pauses a bit after the last part before he continues >"There's literally no way you could embarrass me; I do dumb shit all of the time and I rarely even embarrass myself. If you fall, for whatever reason, I'll help you back up. And screw anyone who says you don't look anything other than amazing." >there it is again, Sunset >there's your heart fluttering.. "You haven't even seen me yet, Anon.." >"I've seen you a few times before. No complaints over here." >you can almost feel him having that cheesy grin of his in the other room >"And about the dancing... I'm probably the worst dancer on this planet, so you're in for a good show tonight. If someone makes a mean comment about your dancing, just point to me and they'll have something way funnier to laugh at." >be Anon >damn well just dodged a bullet with that one >the wrong response to any of that could have been disastrous >after a few seconds you hear her voice, a hair quieter than before >"Anon, I.. I'm glad we're going to the dance together." Dick: Good show, ole' chap. Balls: My nigga, that was tight. Brain: Keep it up, bud. "Me too, Sunny; me too." >you go back to watching TV >smiling at a job well done >a minute goes by >"Okay, I'm almost ready! I think I left my nylons on the table; can you hand them to me?" "Yeah." >you walk over to the table and find a pair of black nylons >out of pure curiosity you put them to your nose and have a whiff >they smell like... fruity? >Strawberries, maybe? >whatever it was, it smelled good >her door cracks open only wide enough for her to reach her arm out >you put the nylons in her hand, and she pulls them in >then she closes the door back >"Thanks, almost done." "Sweet." >you stand behind the couch, not wanting to sit back down if you were going to leave soon >you couldn't wait to see how hot she looked >still looking at the TV >you feel... cool, and collected >this is going to be a good night >you hear her door open >a second passes >"How do I look?" >you turn your head to look at her pic; basically just imagine Sunset wearing what KP has on, in the same pose >she's wearing a tight, short black dress >or rather; the dress is practically wearing her body >her red high heels are giving her a few extra inches in length, but also shape her legs to be even hotter than previously thought possible >they also match the red streaks in her hair >the bottom part of the dress barely covers the top half of her thighs >which leaves a fantastic view of her delicious nylon'd legs >the top part is low cut, showing a bit of cleavage >but it shows enough to remind you that Sunny here possessed a sweet, sweet rack >she does a little twirl to show you what it looks like from behind >it's practically hugging her plump, luscious ass >overall, the dress goes well with her slender midriff and the blessing known as ass 'n' titties >hair down, but a bit more 'flowing' than usual >in short, a goddess walked out of that room >she places her hand on her hip as she does a pose for you >that was the final straw before you lost your fucking mind >you look at her for a few seconds >and completely lose control of yourself >cool and collected both fly right out of the damn window >you see her and immediately, every alarm in your body is going haywire >there isn't even a DEFCON level low enough for this >you feel your brain short circuit and turn off >your knees go weak and you feel like you might fall, but you are unable to move >someone most definitely just lit your face on fire >your eyes feel like they popped out of your face >you start uncontrollably mumbling and muttering nonsense in tongues you don't even know >are you about to fart?? >probably >you can't tell >the boner >no, boner >but it's too late >the fire rises too quickly to stop it >she's starting to smile in embarrassment >THAT ISN'T HELPING THE BONER, LADY >spaghetti doesn't fall out of your pockets >clones of Chef Boyardee himself are fucking flying out of your pants >the way she looks right now; your body wants nothing more than to split her in half where she stands >and your mind plays audio of her crying out your name while performing the coitus >"Anon?" >the porno movie your mind was playing immediately shut down >she's talking to you; this is actually happening >in real life >you need to say something >try to make a joke to lighten the mood again... >what you tried to say was "Holy shit, Sunset..." >but what came out of your mouth instead was: https://youtu.be/0GX0v1Ryj68 [Embed] >she looks at you, confused >"What?" >fuck >you need to try saying something comprehensible >but again, what comes out is "meheuhnugast... ahius mehangunstesh.." >dammit >try again >you feel a click; the sound of your brain slowly starting up again >coherent thought begins to return "neuhuh.. need, minute.." >close enough >you need to do something >you almost laugh at the fact that you just told Sunset you rarely get embarrassed >then this happens >you turn around and try to walk >but your knees are currently out of order >and you have to slightly bend your torso down so your boner doesn't rip through your pants >you stumble to the front door and go outside, closing the door behind you >shakily pull out your phone pic >dial a number and put the phone to your ear >[Hello?] [H-hey, Flash?] >there's some loud noise in the background >[Anon, what's up?] >you pull the phone away from your ear to look at the device >and scream "IT'S THE MOTHERFUCKIN WATER, FLASH!!!" >you straighten your suit jacket and check your pants >boner has gone away >good >you promptly open the front door, walk in, and shut it behind you >you walk directly over to Sunset >who is giving you this face pic >you get within two feet of her, and with every bit of normalcy you can muster in your voice, you say "I'm sorry you had to see that. Had to get /that/ out of my system. You look amazing; beautiful, even." >still smirking at you >"So I really look that good, huh?" >you calmly nod your head "In short, yes. Very much so." >she loses her smirk and replaces it with a warm smile >reaches up to place her hands at the back of your neck, and pulls you a little closer to herself >stands on the front tips of her heels and gives you a quick peck on the lips >then simply says >"I like you." >your mind: https://youtu.be/IvijW1MtMfM [Embed] "I like you too." >you pause for a second "...Obviously..." >she lets out a little giggle >maybe what just happened was a blessing in disguise >maybe you had just poured out all of your stored autism in one fell swoop >and if that was the case, you might even enjoy the rest of the night even more "You ready to go?" >she nods, still smiling >"Yeah, let's get out of here." >she holds your hand and starts to lead you to the front door >on the way to the front door, you are behind her >your eyes shift to her backside >apparently.. >the heels force her to walk in a saunter, swaying her hips just enough to remind you how good she looks "So just wondering, how inappropriate would it be if I said 'dat ass' right now?" [pic] = her face >"I'll let it slide for now. You can look, but don't touch." >as she turns off the lights to the house, you two exit the home together >she locks the front door behind her and start off towards her car >you check your watch >6:35 >you got some time >before she gets to the driver door, "Hey, we actually got some time to spare before our reservation.." >"I thought you said we would be late if I wasn't ready in 20 minutes?" >you shrug your shoulders "I didn't plan for you to actually be ready in 20 minutes." >she puts on a fake pout >"I'm almost offended, but.. that was pretty smart." "I know right! You wanna go for a walk before we leave?" >"Meh, sure. Why not? Let me just put my purse in the car." >shit, you didn't think about that >but you can't ruin the surprise "No! I mean... what if you need your purse while we're walking??" >she looks at you weirdly >"Why would I need my purse for a walk?" >you look at her... looking for an excuse >wait, her dress obviously doesn't have pockets "What if you get an important phone call?" >she looks at her purse and puts it back on her shoulder >"Yeah, I guess you're right." >you two walk down the driveway, and you turn towards the direction of where you parked the beast >nighttime was quickly approaching >as you reach the sidewalk, you feel Sunset grab your arm escort-style as you two walk together >"So, where are we going for dinner, anyways?" >you grin "Still a surprise, Sunny." >"Anon, I'm driving us there. I eventually need to know." >she's absolutely not driving tonight.. >and she's about to find out why >and as you think of this, your grin gets even bigger "I'll tell you when you need to know." >she looks with concern >"It's not too expensive.. is it? I don't have that much money.." pic = your face "What? Sunset, let's get something straight. You're not paying for dinner tonight. You're not paying for /anything/ tonight.." >she tugs at your arm a little >"C'mon Anon, you don't have to do that. I'm not poor." "It has nothing to do with how much money you have. I have enough money for tonight, for the both of us. End of story." >"Well... alright. But at least promise me this place isn't super expensive. Because if it is; we should just go... I don't know... get some burgers or something. I don't want you spending a lot of money on me." >you break out in laughter >then answer with top sarcasm levels "Right, yeah, okay... Sunset, if someone saw me taking a girl like you to a fast food joint for a dinner date, an angry mob would form from thin air and lynch me. On top of that, though I haven't been on a date in a while, I know better than to be okay with doing that." Brain: Did you just *not* screw up? >she's smiling again >sweet "And to answer your question, it's not super fancy. Still, I think you'll like it." >you look at her again >then back in front of you "Also, if you wore that dress every day you'd never have to pay for anything again... ever." >she scoffs >"Yeah, I wish." >you chuckle "You think I'm joking..." >she gives a playful slap on your shoulder >"Oh stop..." >pause >"...but seriously, thanks for paying tonight. I mean that." "No problem." >the conversation had bought enough time for you two to be nearing the beast >you didn't want to point it out too early, but obviously you couldn't walk past it before you said something >but before you can finish solidifying your plan, Sunset says "Whoa.." "Whoa what?" >she lets go of your arm and walks a little faster towards the beast >you hold in the heavenly feeling of 'this could not have happened any better' >you feign ignorance "What, that car?" >she walks ahead of you to look at it >clearly enamored with the vehicle >"Yeah! Look at it! Old muscle cars are the best!" >still feigning ignorance "Sunset, I didn't know you were a car girl!" >she looks back at you, almost embarrassed >"I, uh... I know it's not very lady-like, so I don't tell a lot of people." >as she says this, the excitement on her face falls >as if she had realized she had just made a mistake >she slowly walks back towards you instead of getting closer to the car >"That's probably weird, right? Sorry, we can keep walking..." >you look at her in surprise "What's weird? I'm not really a car guy myself, but cool cars are cool. Let's look at it!" >with a small glimmer of hope, she looks up at you >"You really don't mind?" "Of course not. Tell me what you know about the car." >she proceeds to tell you the model, make, and everything she could tell about the car >turns out she really likes cars... >in fact, she knew more about this car than you did, and you had driven it the entire day >she's practically the car's fan-girl >she looked all around the thing, then peered into the interior >after about a solid two minutes, she looks at you; happily embarrassed >"I'm sure I've been babbling." "I don't know, I learned a lot. What got you so into cars?" >she continues looking through the window of the car while she talks >"There weren't any cars where I was born, so when I saw them I wanted to know more about them. The idea itself is fascinating." >cars had been around for a long time... "No cars? Where were you born??" >she stops looking at the car, and her eyes open wide >"Uhhh... an island... off the coast?" >you look at her weirdly "Are you.. asking me.. if you were born on an island?" >she's acting strange about this... >"No.. no that wasn't a question. I was born on an island; so small that we didn't need cars." "Wow, that's tiny." >she rubs her arm >"Yeah, it was super small. Anyway we should probably be going to dinner now." >you give her an evil grin "Don't you want to get inside the car?" >Sunset becomes a bit worried >but she lowers her voice in case someone nearby was listening >"Anon! We can't steal the car! I mean, it looks cool but it's not worth going to jail!" >you go along with her assumptions "C'mon Sunny, live a little. This thing /does/ look cool, doesn't it?" >"Yes but you can't just steal something because you want it!" >you go up the passenger door; the side closest to the curb >still acting like you're trying to steal the car >you pull on the door handle, knowing you locked it from earlier >you pull harder again >turn to Sunset "Do you have a crowbar at your place?" pic = her >"No!! I don't! Anon, stop! I'm not getting in that car if you steal it!" >you pull out the keys from your jacket pocket and unlock the door >then you open it and step to the side >look at her >with a shit-eating grin "Now will you get in?" >she's frozen in shock >the worried look she was sporting turned into a jaw drop >it was her turn to mumble incoherently >"Wh-w-what? But........ but how?" >you think of Rainbow giving you the keys "A friend let me borrow it for the night." >she still hasn't moved >she looks at the car, then at you >this repeats a few times >"Are... are you serious?? You have this for the night? We're riding in this!?" >you simply nod "Eeyup." >it takes a few seconds >but eventually the shock wears off and is replaced by a look of unadulteradted, giddy joy beaming at you >this is something you expected after she showed interest in the car >what you didn't expect >was her to run the few steps that separated the two of you >and slam her body onto yours >next thing you know, her head is on your chest; arms squeezing your torso >as soon as it started, she was off of you, going around the door and preparing to get in >she couldn't wait to get into the Camaro >you pivot your body to be between her and the car >before she lifted her hot.. sexy leg to dip her body into the beast >you feel a temptation overcome yourself >before you can even ponder if it's a good idea to do so, >you reach your hand toward her and pinch her ass >her hips thrust forward in reaction as she lets out a reflexive "YIP!!" in the form of a yelp >another reaction of hers is to flail her arms behind her to swat your hand >but you pull your arm back just in time to miss your hand getting smacked >she turns her head around with singed cheeks, softly biting her lower lip >"Didn't I say 'look, don't touch?'" she asks in a teasing tone >you grab her hand; helping her into the low-sitting car >still grinning "I'm not a good listener." >when she gets in, you close the door behind her >you walk around the back of the car to get to the driver door >when you get to the rear bumper, you stop >and fart again >relieved of the held-in methane >you open the door and slide into the driver's seat >Sunset is looking all around the interior of the car, especially in places she couldn't see clearly from outside "What do you think?" >yeah, so you're fishing for compliments to the beast >and it's not even your car >but you loved seeing Sunset excited about something >"It's so cool! It has an aftermarket transmission, because these originally came in 4 speed. They also didn't come with CD players, obviously... but a lot of this is original stock. Who's car is this?" "Actually, Rainbow gave me the keys this morning. I think it's her dad's or something.." >she looks out of the window for a second >"Wow... that was really nice of Rainbow." "Yeah, it was." >as nice as it was for Rainbow to do that; it wasn't something you wanted to talk about to Sunset >a nice mood was already set and bringing up the past week would ruin it like water in dog food "You want to know what the best part of the car is?" >the somber mood was quickly washed away as she turns to you in anticipation >"What??" >you start the car and it roars >hen the roar turns into a rumbling arrhythmic chug >you turn on the headlights because it's dark now >and outside of your vision, a button next to the CD player lights up >she looks like a kid in a candy shop >but then she focuses on the lit button >"What does this do?" >you look at what she's pointing at >you have no idea what it does "No idea. Again, I'm not a car guy so I'm weary to do anything other than drive it." >Sunset's finger gets close to the button, then she hesitates >"Only one way to find out.." >Sunset presses the button >and as if the inside of the car was from Tron >lines of red LED lights flip on and glow up the inside of the car >they're on the floorboard and even both sides of the middle column >you are her see this for the first time >"No..." "Fucking..." >"Way...." >after staring for a while, you look back to Sunset "I have to make a quick stop at my place, but it won't take more than 2 minutes." >"No problem!" >you hit play on the CD player https://youtu.be/5xbPFlwZc9A [Embed] "Here we go, Sunny." >"No way! The music isn't loud enough!" >she turns up the music for you >"Now, let's do this!" pic = your face >hell yes >you shift to 1st and peel out to get on the street >you look over again to see that the G-forces are moving her tits when you change the speed or make a turn >too bad you would crash the car if you looked over too much... >you flex the engine's power a little on the way, but not enough to go too far over the speed limit >as loud as the music is, you and Sunset have to yell when you talk >"Since when could you drive stick, anyways??" "My uncle taught me before I was old enough to drive!" >be Sunset >Anon was really pulling this one off >and that wasn't something you forgot to notice, either >most girls probably wouldn't like his aggressive driving, >but this was right up your alley >in fact, you wouldn't say anything.. >but seeing him control this muscle car might or might not have been a turn on >it totally was >which made it easier to forgive his occasional lewd comment, >the rock music was a nice touch, too >as he pulled into his driveway, he didn't even turn off the car >he looks at you >"I'll be right back." >he quickly jumps out of the car and calmly runs to his door >when he disappears from sight, you have a quiet laugh to yourself >there were a lot of things you were still learning about Anon >but looking at him drive the car, you learned another thing about him >when he was having a good time, it was difficult to not share the feeling >at first, you thought it was maybe because you could relate to him >not having too many close friends, liking similar music, >or maybe you had, subconsciously, kind of bought into the hype that he was cool now... >but after thinking last night, another idea popped into your head... >he wasn't a super hero; he wasn't some 'bad boy', or any other dream-guy stereotype >he had good days and bad days, >but he didn't pretend to be something he wasn't >when he lost his mind, you knew it >in one way, when you two were walking home on Monday; in a completely different way when he saw you with this dress on >and when he was having fun, you knew it >like when he won the game, and when he was driving the car... or seemingly any time you were with him >he wasn't always worried about other people's opinion >and though he... could... be an ass, he was really a nice person >he was just Anon >and he was genuine >and you liked that... a lot >you imagine what it would be like if Genuine could have been an Element of Harmony back in Equestria >but before you even think to answer that, something else -more pressing- appears in your mind >he asked you where you were from earlier, and you lied >but you couldn't tell him your story tonight >it would ruin everything, not only for you, but probably for him as well >your mind imagines his shocked face as you tell him that you used to be this world's equivalent of a horse... in another world >or that you're from another world in the first place >or that you possess some type of magical power >if you two ended up being together, you would tell him then >but tonight definitely was not the night to tell him about your past >before you can finish the mental trail, the driver door opens >Anon gets back into the driver's seat >"Sorry about that. Now, to dinner!" "What did you forget?" >"Oh, it's nothing." >he pulls out of the driveway and begins down the road >be Anon >you didn't tell Sunset >but the boner you had at her place reminded you of something >you would soon be in extremely close proximity with not only Sunset, but probably a few other very good looking girls, wearing hot-looking dresses >and popping a bone in the middle of a dance would be a nightmare >your mind starts the picture show >your doing a slow dance with Sunset >everything is going great and you haven't screwed up >she pulls herself closer to you, strengthening the intimate moment >then pushes herself away from you >"ANON!?!? DO YOU HAVE A BONER!?" >the music stops and sure enough, your pitched tent seems more than ready to invite Sunset in pic >she walks out; disgusted >back to real time >boxers wouldn't do >so in the house, you switched them out for a pair of clean compression shorts you usually wore for football >to keep the boner contained tonight >now confident that you fixed a problem before it even happened, you focus on driving to the restaurant "Sunny, are you cold? You can turn on the heat if you are." >"Oh no, I'm fine. Thanks though." >you two ended up doing a duet to the song >actually, you more or less did quiet backup vox for her >because you seriously couldn't sing >after the song, >Sunset looks out of her window >"Wait, are we in Summertown?" "Yeah! This is where my family lived before we moved to Canterlot." >she looks back at you >"Tell me about this place! I've been here before but I've never lived here. What's it like?" "How about this? I'll tell you all about it when we get to the restaurant." >as you start getting closer your destination, you turn down the volume >you look over to Sunset "Okay, we're almost there. One of my old friends was working at the place earlier today but I forgot to ask if he was working the night shift as well. Anyways, I'm sure you'll like this place." >"I'm sure I will too, Anon." >about a minute goes by and you pull out your phone >and then you hand it to Sunset "Sunny, can you go through my contacts and call 'Thunder' for me?" >she takes the phone >"Sure." >she uses your phone to find the contact and then hits the green button >hands it back to you >"Here you go; I already hit the call button." "Thanks." >you use your shoulder to press the phone to your ear, because you still need one hand to steer and another to shift gears >be Sunset >after you hand the phone back to Anon, he uses his shoulder to press it against his ear >"Hey, Thunder?" >"Yeah, it's me, Anon!" >"Nothing much, man. You working tonight?" >"Perfect. Listen I got a reservation and I'm almost there. Can you check and see if there's still parking open?" >"Yeah, no problem." >a few seconds go by >"Sweet. Thanks for the heads up. I'll be there soon." >he takes his hand to hang up and put the device back into his pocket >not knowing what was said, you ask "Everything okay?" >"Oh yeah. I was worried if there were any open parking spaces left at the place, but there's a few left. We should get there in time to snag one." "That's good." >after you say that, you continue to look out of your window >Summertown was fairly close to Canterlot but you always felt like it was very different from the city you lived in >instead of a handful of very big and important things in Canterlot, >Summertown seemingly was made up of things like malls, corner restaurants, and not many tourist attractions >and while it wasn't the huge city that Canterlot was, >it certainly wasn't a 'town' like its name might have you believe >another minute goes by and he pulls into a strip mall parking lot >he makes a left and continues down the little parking lot road >as he reaches the corner, he makes a right >as he does this, there is a large building separate from the strip mall in front of you >with a bright red neon sign on top of the doors that say.. pic "Is that the place?" >you look over to see him smiling at the sign >"It sure is." >took forever, but Anon finally found a parking space >when the car stopped, and the engine's roar came to conclusion >you unbuckled the seat belt and reached for the inside door handle >but before your hand even touched the handle >you heard Anon say, loudly >"AH, AH, AH!! Nope! Don't you touch that door." >your hand reflexes back towards your body before you look at him >at first, your face depicted fear >like he might be upset about something >but upon meeting eyes, he had only a smile to offer >"You're not opening any doors tonight, Sunset." >you caught what he meant, and smiled >you might be Homecoming Queen >but he was really treating you like royalty >it was something you weren't used to >but something you really liked... >it made your heart flutter >it was so strange, really >one minute, you two were joking about him having to find another dinner date >and the next, he's sweeping you off of your feet without even putting forth effort >he gets out of the car and walks around the front of the car to get you >only halfway around, he decides to back up for some reason >he takes a look at you, then grins >he gets to his side of the car hood and then slides his body over the hood, rather than walking around the car pic >but for whatever reason, when he lands his feet on the ground after the 'hood slide' he slips and falls right onto the ground >it had been months since you laughed that hard, >and that loudly, too >he gets up; dusts himself off >he sees you almost keeling over with laughter >and soon starts laughing himself >opens your door and offers his hand to help you out of the low-sitting car >"Laugh it up, Queen." >you take his hand and gracefully swing your legs out of the car "What could possibly make you do that??" >he shrugs with a smile >"I saw it on an old TV show and I had to try it while I had this car." >you hold back a snort-laugh >of course; because of some dumb TV show "Maybe you need some more practice," you taunt >you get out of the car and he closes the door behind you >the chill breeze hit your legs as your heels touched the ground >the cloudless sky is black with darkness, but the stars shine >your nose detects a hint of cigarettes in the air >apparently smoking is popular in Summertown >but you put that aside >"Maybe you need to watch it, Your Highness." >he pinches the skin on your elbow "Ow! Anon!" >"You feel that? That's how my heart feels when you poke fun at me." >he says this, trying to sound hurt >he's joking, of course "Well get used to it, loser." >you grab his arm, escort style, and he starts walking towards the restaurant >"Remember, we're both losers." "And royalty, now!" >he looks smug again >you feel his idiocy returning >he changes his voice to sound haughty and vain >"That is correct. Thine King demands thou refer to him as such, henceforth. Backtalk shall be rewarded with demotion to a position of 'slave.'" >you play along "Of course, my lord. Thine Queen shalt remember such." >he chuckles as you two walk >"Shit, that felt super nerdy." "Well, we /are/ a couple of losers." >"Yeah, I guess we are." >there is some silence after he says that; barring the sound your heels make upon making contact with the pavement >you look to the sky again and take in how pretty the stars look "It's a pretty night out tonight, Anon." >without missing a beat, he responds >"Yeah. A pretty night with a pretty girl." >as you get closer to the door, you start to imagine how different living in Canterlot is compared to Summertown >Anon opens the door for you, and you walk in >as you step inside the eatery, >the smell of fresh, warm food invades your nose >several people are waiting to be seated, standing against the walls of the entrance, or sitting in long benches >the bustle of several conversations being had at once happens around you >you can't help but notice two things >the vast majority of the people in the restaurant are adults, 30-70 age, all wearing semi-formal attire pic >and they're almost all speaking with a varying degree of an accent that you're not used to variants of Brooklyn-ish accent; think of Goodfellas >there's a guy at a podium talking to another couple, telling them how long they would have to wait for a table >podium guy seems to be around the same age as yourself >but as soon as the couple walks off to wait for an open table, >Anon looks towards the guy behind the podium Anon = A >A: "Yo, Thunder!!" >the guy looks up, and his face immediately brightens up to a nearly animated level >"Ey, Non!!" >he's speaking with a hard accent, same one you thought you heard from the customers; and did he call Anon, 'Non'? >he runs over to Anon and they have what can only be known as a bro-hug >when this happens, you take a few steps to the side, not waning to get in the way >"Where's your ass been, huh?? You didn't forget about us Summertown bastards, did ya?" >A: "Hell no, man. I've just been busy." >there is clearly a friendship between the two >podium guy speaks with a volume that does not care if other people outside of his conversation can hear his dialogue >he swivels his head to look behind him, then holds up his index finger to Anon >"Ey, lemme get the boys real quick." https://youtu.be/2KEPvQMkN9s [Embed] >song plays quietly over the old ceiling speakers >podium guy runs over to what you perceive to be the kitchen door, and opens said door >"EYY, VITO, JOE; COME OUT HERE! NON'S HERE!!" >the guy comes back towards you and Anon in company of two other guys this time >one of them says "EYYYY, Non!" and walks up to Anon for a similar bro-hug >you look to Anon, and see his genuine smile >these must be some of his old friends >A: "Joe! How've you been, man?" >"Holdin' up, ya know?" >this 'Joe' guy talks with a similar accent as the 'Thunder'/Podium guy >the last guy steps up to greet Anon with a firm handshake and a one-armed hug >"Anon, it is very pleasant to see you again." >the last guy, 'Vito' talks with a very fancy Canterlot accent; one that the 'upper crust' would use in the rich district >they all get to talking again as if it's a family reunion, without even looking at you >they congratulate him on the win against Crystal Prep, update him on some important local news, and ask him how Canterlot is >A: "Man, I tell you guys, Canterlot is just different. It idn't Summertown once you leave, ya know?" >idn't? >is he... talking a little differently?? >'Thunder' speaks up again, "Yeah but how different? Is it true that all of the girls over there are hot? Cuz I've seen a few and buddy... I'm thinkin' of moving." >Anon leans in and lowers his voice to answer; you can't hear what he said >but their guffaws after he finished his answer give you an idea of what the answer might have been pic >then the 'Joe' guy gets a look at you and says "You here with Non?" >still not used to the nickname of 'Non' you take a second to answer "Umm, yes." >when you speak, the guys' conversation stops >they all give Anon a thumbs up and a smug head nod >the 'Joe' guy takes a step towards you and extends a hand for a handshake >which you return >he's wearing a chef's uniform, with no hat >he's tall and bulky, with a brownish hair >he looks like he could play football >or kill someone with his bare hands >but from what you have seen and heard of him so far, >he sounds like he wouldn't hurt a fly >and he seems very friendly >"You'll hafta forgive my two friends here; these dumb guineas wouldn't know manners if it bit them in their marinara asses." >you notice that these guys have no problem cursing at high volume in public, >it kinda makes you uncomfortable, but if Anon is okay with it... "Oh, no, it's okay." >"What's your name, sweetheart?" >you weren't sure how to feel about being called 'sweetheart' by this guy, but he seems really nice and Anon looks perfectly fine with it >he's just being nice "Sunset." >"Ey, what a beautiful name. Mine's Joe." >Anon chuckles a little bit >A: "Hey Joe, tell her your /real/ name." >Joe sighs and looks back at you >Joe: "I got the nickname 'Doughnut Joe' because I make the brunch here on Sundays." pic >A: "And because you eat half of what you make." >another round of laughs from everyone except yourself and Joe >Joe only chuckles with an embarrassed smile >before you can say 'nice to meet you' >'Thunder' bumps Joe out of the way, and says to him "Fuck yahself, you potato farmin' bastard. Who said you could call us 'guineas' anyways?" >Thunder has a medium height for a guy, and a two-toned silver hair >he's wearing the same as the rest of the floor staff: black pants, white shirt, red tie >but his shirt is crumpled in several places, sleeves poorly rolled up his arms, and whatever knot he used on his tie looks terrible >he definitely seems the most abrasive of the bunch >he turns to you, lowers his voice, and offers to shake your hand >which you do >"Da name's Thunderlane, Sunset. Awful nice to meet ya." "You too." Thunderlane = TL >TL: "Ey Sunset, you wouldn't happen ta have any /single/ friends, would ya?" >Anon laughs hysterically >Joe: "See? No manners." >Vito just shakes his head and facepalms, then says "Thunder, I say. That is a wondrous way to embarrass yourself." >Thunder looks around at his friends >TL: "Anon, back me up, will ya!?" >Anon, still laughing, "Hell no, Thunder. You're on your own for this one." >Thunder looks back at you >TL: "Uhh, sorry. You don't hafta answer that." >being severely uncomfortable, you search for a response "It's uh... it's okay." >Thunder looks and takes a step back towards Anon >TL: "Eyy Non, she's with you??" >he nods, "Yep," >TL: "Ey fuck you too then, she's a dime 'nd a half! Since when do /you/ pick up 10s??" >he says as if you're suddenly not present anymore.. >Anon shrugs while snickering and says "This week, apparently." >as the guys start talking again, the one you haven't met yet separates himself to walk over to you >he too offers his palm >"My name is Fancy Pants. It is a pleasure to meet you, Sunset." Fancy Pants = FP >Fancy is also a taller guy, but not as tall as Joe >medium build, with blue, slicked back hair >his especially clean shave and pricey suit tells you that he isn't regular staff here >his Canterlot accent and softer tone puts you at a little more at ease than the other two guys >especially Thunder "Thanks. I thought I heard Thunder call you 'Vito?'" >FP: "Ah, yes. It is a nickname from a movie." >the other guys still talking, are not paying attention to your own conversation "Oh, okay. Your accent is pretty strong; do you live in Canterlot?" >FP: "Why thank you, and no, I do not live in Canterlot. Would you like to know a secret?" >you're not sure what that might entail, but you nod your head 'yes' >he leans over to get closer to your ear >and his accent changes to how Thunder and Joe talk, but much quieter >FP: "This is how I actually talk, but since I'm the manager here I use a Canterlot accent; that way the customers don't give me shit." >he backs up to a normal distance again >you're honestly impressed "Your Canterlot accent is /spot on./ How did you learn to do that?" >FP: "Several trips to the great city and hours of people-watching. I plan on owning a business in the city one day. 'When in Canterlot...' you know." "That makes sense..." >he smiles and nods his head >FP: "Well once again, it is a pleasure to meet you." >you nod "A pleasure to meet you as well." >he goes back to the other guys >you move closer to Anon >and by doing so, you can hear their conversation going on >TL: "... and the bitch wouldn't even put out. Can you believe that!? Six months, and nothin'!!" >be Anon >it's so good to see your old friends again >memories of dumb decisions are now humor to you >as everyone laughs at and with each other >the laughs alone from the guys bring you back >mistakes, of course, were made with these guys >but through it all, you learned important lessons with the bunch >in certain ways, you wouldn't be who you are today if it weren't for them >everyone went through the hard times >but the brotherhood formed made it possible to get through the hard times >Fancy briefly tells of his achievements >Joe talks about his goals >Thunder jokes about his failures; which there were many to choose from >all of this happens with the familiar setting of not only this restaurant, but the place at a busy time >soft music playing in the background contrasted by loud conversations other than your own >the smell of good food and the presence of good friends > so many thoughts and memories penetrate your mind that you momentarily forget; >Sunset is still with you >but as you feel her on your arm again, >you are made aware that Thunderlane's tale of "the bitch wouldn't even put out," wasn't exactly Sunset's speed >out of Sunset's sight, you motion to Thunder with your slight head movement that he needed to wrap up that story >he looks at you, then Sunset, and silently understands >as do the other two guys >TL: "but, uh... yeah that sucked." >extremely glad he got the hint, you exhale "Sounds like it, Thunder. So what else have you guys been up to?" >the gang immediately recovers from the quick awkward moment >Fancy steps back into the circle >FP: "I am now one of the managers of the restaurant!" "No way! Your dad finally put you in charge??" >Thunderlane scoffs >TL: "Yeah, and the rest of us still workin' da shit jobs, while Vito gets to prance around in his fancy suits." >Joe gets in a fake smile >Joe: "Yeah, hows about us gettin' a promotion, Vito?" >FP: "Gentlemen, you know I am not in charge of promotions. Those matters are still my father's prerogative." >Joe shrugs his shoulders and chuckles, "Eyy, worth a shot." >you reach out for a fistbump to Joe "Always worth a shot." >you look over to Thunder "Hey, I talked to Johnny earlier on the phone. Is he still here?" >TL: "Nah, his lazy ass got off work, musta been two hours ago. I'll tell 'em you said hey." >Sunset gives you a nudge >SS: "Who's Johnny?" >Joe: "Johnny Appleseed. He's the cousin of Braeburn, another friend of ours." >Sunset quickly looks away and silently mouths, "Johnny Appl.. really??" >TL: "Ey Non, did you hear about Brae?" >Brae was a decent friend of yours before you left, and when Thunder mentioned him, >you realized you hadn't heard of him since you moved "No, what happened? Is he okay?" >the thought of something bad happening to Braeburn wiped the smile off of your face >he wasn't exactly close, but he was still a friend >and bad news about him wasn't something you wanted to hear, especially tonight >TL: "The hick's fine. Him and his pops moved out west!" >instantly relieved, you delve further "No shit! Have you heard from him since?" >FP: "Only twice, I believe. He tells us that he enjoys the new surroundings." "Well then, hell yeah; good for him." >Sunset hears all of this and slightly tilts her head in confusion >SS: "Wait a second, you guys know Braeburn?" >you all look at her "Yeah. How do /you/ know Braeburn?' >SS: "He's Applejack's cousin! She's talked about him a few times. I'm surprised she didn't mention him to you before." "Well I only /really/ met her this week..." >she must have forgotten that >SS: "Oh, right." >Thunderlane suddenly looks extremely interested when AJ's name is mentioned >TL: "Wait, is that the hot country broad?? Anon! You've met Brae's smokin' cousin and thought you was gunna just slip that by me without sayin' anything??" >Sunset stays silent; >you shake your head >as good of a friend Thunder might have been, he was an idiot on the subject of women "It's not that big of a deal, Thunder." >TL: "Fuck you and your 'it's not that big of a deal.' Just tell me if she's as hot as everyone says... will ya?" >the first part of what he said was a joke; you knew him long enough to know that >but he was more than serious about the question >if Sunset could have been quieter than silent, she was that, the moment Thunder asked that question >you catch yourself about to say 'yes she is' >knowing full well that you can't answer like that with Sunset present >but manners aren't the reason why you didn't say 'yes she is' >and though it is true that Applejack is attractive >the difference between her and Sunset was that you had actual feelings for Sunset... AND Sunset was hot >you turn your head towards Sunset and once again shake your head, >which is your way of silently apologizing for Thunder's behavior >you can only think that if she had more time to get to know Thunder, she would know not to be offended by anything he says >she sees this, and seemingly understands what you mean >but looking at her, you can now see that she looks uncomfortable with the entire conversation >as she fidgets with her hands and looks around with her eyes >is she worried that you might say yes? >has she been offended by something that was said? >you then see that a few of the people waiting for their tables are giving condescending glaces at your group >you could care less, >and if Thunder saw this, his words might be something like, "They can fuck themselves" >but you knew that the glances were something Sunset probably noticed far earlier than you did >and it wasn't helping her slightly afflictive position in the conversation >you could catch up more with the guys later >right now, you need to cut this short and get to a table >before you can say a word, Joe gives Thunder a hard punch on the shoulder >TL: "Shit, Joe!" >Joe: "Anon, don't even answer that bullshit. Thunder can't remember how to act in front of a lady." >an idea hits your head as Joe says this "It's okay, Joe. AJ looks good, no doubt." >you aren't looking, but Sunset becomes visibly worried at your answer >she dips her head down ever so slightly as if to check her heels >but she isn't checking her heels "...but I'd choose Sunset over Applejack ten times out of ten." >a happiness sparks back onto Sunset's face as her eyes leave the floor >you weren't sure if it was what you or Joe said, but Thunder realized his mistake and meekly said, "Yeah, of course. Sorry again, Sunset." >you were kinda worried that Sunset had enough of Thunder by now >but when you looked back at her, she had another singe in her cheeks, smiling at you as she holds your hand >Joe gives you a nod that says, "Well played." >Fancy must have had some empathy for Sunset's position because he spoke up and said "Why don't we get the two of you seated? We have a special treat for our guests tonight in the form of a live musical performance." >SS: "That sounds great!" >the other two quickly picked up on what happened Joe: "Yeah, I should get back to the kitchen. I'll be surprised if something's not on fire by now. I'll catch you later, Anon." "Definitely. We'll talk later, Joe." >a bro-hug later, Joe is back in the kitchen >TL: "Lemme check and see what seats Johnny reserved for the two of ya's." >Thunder went back to the podium and checked the reservations >TL: "Aw fuck no. Ey Vito, Johnny gave 'em number 26." >Fancy walked next to Thunder >FP: "I wholeheartedly agree; that just won't do. Give our special guests booth number 33." >Fancy turns to you and Sunset >FP: "Anon, our catching-up can wait until next time. Have a very lovely evening, the both of you." "Thanks Vito. Don't sweat too hard in that suit." >Vito gives you a firm handshake and a nod that says 'Good luck with Sunset' >Thunder makes a motion to you >TL: "If you'll follow me please." >Sunset grabs your arm once more and you follow Thunder >TL: "You two got the best seat in the house, especially for tonight. Close enough to hear the music, but not so close that you can't hear each other talk." >Sunset is pleased by this >SS: "Perfect!" >on the way to the table, you can already feel Sunset's mood brighten up again >you also can't help but notice that there are some people sitting down in the restaurant that are looking at you >or more accurately: staring at Sunset >men and women of all ages, >staring at her beauty, then raising an eyebrow at you >in so many words, it was a silent but collective: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_x_4UElTDI [Embed] >but the best looks were from the old people >both members of the elderly couples, especially the men had smug grins towards you >you could feel the equivalent of pats on the back and an "Atta Boy" thrown in there >and that shit felt good >if Thunder said anything right tonight; it was recognizing Sunny as a dime-piece >and aside from looking at her from any angle >the strangers' stares reaffirmed the notion for you >Thunder stops at a booth in the back of the live music room >you sit down on one side; Sunset on the other >Thunder lays down the menus in front of the two of you respectively >TL: "Your server will be here shortly to take care of ya's." >he leans over to whisper something to you >TL: "..and listen, Vito's pop heard about you coming tonight. Anything less than 75 smacks is on the house." >he stands up straight again and speaks at a normal volume, then looks at both you and Sunset >TL: "Ey listen, have a great night tonight, got it?" >you fistbump him >SS: "Thank you, Thunder." "You got it, Thunder. Take it easy, and tell Vito's dad that I said hey." >by hey, you meant 'hello and thank you very much, sir' >Thunder knew what you meant >almost instantly, you get a text message >look at it; it's from Thunder >[Good luck with her tonight, Non. If you fuck up, I'm going after that piece.] >knowing he's joking because that's against the bro-code, you respond [You got a better chance to land into a cold Hell.] >and proceed to laugh harder than what is socially acceptable >meanwhile, 1 hour ago >be Big Mac >as Granny ties your tie, she reprimands you for not knowing how to do so yourself >"Macintosh! If'n I told ya once, I done told ya a thousand times! You should know how to tie a tie!" "It's just that, ties don't come in handy when ya never wear one. Wasn't plannin' on going to this dance." >"Don't sass me, Mac. You ain't eatin' tomorrow until you learn to tie a tie, ya hear?" >you nod your head >food wasn't a joke, especially to a guy as big as you are >but you aren't too worried; how long can it take to learn? "Yes ma'am." >Granny finishes your tie and takes a step back >her coaxing attitude melts away when she sees how you look in a suit >you could see her eyes starting to wet "Granny, you okay?" >she wipes a tear from her eye >"I'm sorry, young'n; I'm fine. You look about as handsome as ol' Blue Eyes when I was around your age. That pretty friend of Applejack's is goin'a fall right offa her feet." >she pulls you into a tight hug "Thanks Granny." >there's a moment of silence as she stays latched onto you, as if she doesn't want to let go >after a few seconds, with her cheek to your chest, she says >"Oh Mac, your paw would be so proud of you." >15 minutes later; you're in your truck on the way to Rarity's house >out of all the friends that Applejack had over, Rarity was definitely the 'prettiest' >but that was all she was; AJ's friend >adding of course the fact that her 'upper crust' mannerisms and attraction to social praise could be a little irritating... >but you could look past that >because she was AJ's best friend and she seemed pretty genuine >you might have said 'hello' a handful of times, but meaningful conversation never occurred between the two of you >mostly because... >1. You were older than her; she obviously didn't take the same classes >2. You, from what you knew, didn't have any common interests with her >and 3. When she was over at the house spending the night with AJ, you were either at football practice, doing homework, feeding the horses, or taking care of the apple trees >and the few times she did catch you, there seemed to be an understood acquaintanceship >nothing more >but after the two of you were voted runner up king and queen, she insisted on getting your number and going to dinner together >but from what you knew of Rarity, and from seeing her response to being voted what she was, >she was just excited for the glamour of her position >she wanted to do things the traditional route; which meant going to dinner and showing up with the runner up king >which suited you fine >you weren't exactly excited about going, but you would take her to dinner and show up with her; how she wanted it >dances weren't your thing, and neither were dinner dates >or most any dates, for that matter >but you would do a solid favor for one of your sister's best friends >be Anon >before you even look at your menu, you take a few moments to look around the restaurant >it looks almost exactly how you remembered it >maybe a new coat of paint, and there was a five inch stage where the bands used to play on the floor >but everything important was still the same >this was the hub for you and the guys >even before they started to work here >but as your mind kept processing old memories, it also slowly reminded you that all of those moments in the past were exactly that; >the past >and sure, there were some memories you wished you could re-live >but as you look across the table to find Sunset, there isn't anything else you wish to experience than what is happening right now >she looks up from her menu and smiles at you >"Sooooo... where does 'Non' come from?" >more than eager to tell the story, but also aware that she may be joking, you ask "You sure you wanna know?" >she quickly nods her head >"Yeah!" >you lean in a little over the table to tell the story >she leans in as well to hear it "Okay so 9th grade; me and the guys you met are sitting at the lunch tables minding our own business. Then, some girl that Thunder took out on a date the weekend prior comes around and starts nagging him. Nagging turns into a scene as she starts bitchin' at him pretty hard. I was just trying to eat my food, but I couldn't even enjoy the awful school food with her that close to me. Thunder had run out of responses as she kept complaining to him, just going on and on about how terrible of a date he was. So with a hungry belly and being a little pissed off for my friend... I turn to her and just say 'Can you please keep your nonsense to a minimum while I'm trying to eat?' ..." "She left our table almost immediately and Joe about lost it in laughter. From then on I was 'non' for 'no nonsense' and it was also short for Anon." >"Short for Anon?? Anon is only four letters..." >you smile and shrug "Hey, I didn't make the nickname.." >be Big Mac >usually by this time on a Saturday night, you were knee deep in liquor (barely having a buzz) watching some college football >and though you wanted to have a drink before you left, now was not the time to be drinking >not for the sake of driving safety; your tolerance was far too high for one drink to affect your driving skills >but because it would be rude to show up to a date with whiskey on your breath >at least, that's what you guessed.. >you get out of the truck once you arrive at Rarity's place, and boy she's got a nice house >knock on the door >it's ironic, really >you were told by the football team that half the girls at the school wanted to go out with you >but you had only been on less than five dates in your entire life >the ones you weren't interested, you let down softly >and the ones you did find likable, always asked to go out on days where you were busy >so experience wouldn't be on your side tonight with Rarity >you heard loud footsteps coming to the door >door opens and someone you presume to be Rarity's dad is in front of you >he's a short guy wearing a straw hat; you basically tower over him >he has a mustache, and he looks pretty happy to see you >"Hiya there! You must be Big Mac!" >you nod "Eeyup." >he reaches out and shakes your hand with a little extra vigor >"It's just /super/ to meet ya!" >he waves his hand for you to come inside >"Come in, come in!" "Aite." >"Looking might sharp, son. Rarity will appreciate that, I'm sure." "Thank you, sir." >you step inside the house and notice that the inside of the dwelling is even nicer than the outside "Nice place." >"Thank ya! It's pretty expensive, but it keeps the women happy..!" >you have a good chuckle over that >this guy gets it >"Ohhh Rarity is just chomping at the bit to go to this dance, ya know? She's still getting ready upstairs, though. I got the game on if you want to watch it while you're waiting!" >nod your head "Sure." >you and Rarity's dad sit on the couch as you watch the game on their huge flat screen TV >"You watch football?" "Yessir; I was plannin' on watching the whole game before I got voted runner up king." >"Oh, that's right! You play at Rarity's school, dontcha?" "Yessir," >"Hey, you boys did just a bang up job against that Crystal Prep." >as nice as he's being, it feels more natural to talk more "Thank you sir. I doubt it was as good to watch as this college game though," >"Ha, it's going to be a good one for sure! If you weren't going to the dance, I'd let ya stay here and watch it on the big screen." >it hits you that Rarity's dad is pretty cool "'Preciate it, but I don't think Rarity would like it if I stayed here." >he slaps your back and laughs >"Hoho, buddy she sure wouldn't, either!!" >you two discuss football for a while, learning that her dad played as well >after what seems like an hour, Rarity comes downstairs >but you and her dad aren't looking at her; rather, your eyes are glued to the TV >she loudly clears her throat >R: "Ahem, how do I look?" >Rarity's dad is the first to turn around >"Honey, you look absolutely beautiful!" >you turn around and look >and damn she does, too "Eeyup." >she shoots you a look saying 'eeyup' wasn't good enough, but by the time she does that, >your eyes are already back onto the game >be Anon >Sunset grins at you >"I guess you didn't." >a bit of worry overcomes your mind as you remember something "Listen, I'm sorry if Thunder offended you when we walked in. If you knew him better, you would know that he doesn't mean anything offensive that he says." >she casually shakes her head >"No, don't worry about that. You can't control what your friends do; I'm just glad you got to see some old friends tonight. If anything, I'm surprised they are your friends!" >that last part caught your attention for sure "Wait, why is that?" >"I don't know... they just seem kinda.. abrasive. Especially Thunder." >after saying that, she reaches her palm out >"Not that it's a bad thing..! I just, I just didn't see you hanging out with those kind of guys.." >at first, you weren't sure how to feel about what she had just said >but then you remembered that she's never lived here "Sunny, Summertown is just different from Canterlot. And all of the details I could give would never give justice to the degree of how different the two cities are. Those guys, though I would agree to them being slightly abrasive... those guys were awesome friends. Even Thunder, who has a mouth he can rarely control, always had my back when it mattered." >you sigh >the last part of what you wanted to say was kind of a downer "...which is kinda scarce is Canterlot." >Sunset looks confused >"What do you mean?" >you take a second to think "Like... being friends with someone just doesn't mean a lot to most of the people I've met in Canterlot. Sure, some people are fake... but when you're in trouble and you need help, there aren't many people to call for help in that kind of situation." >"I... I think I know what you mean. But still, you couldn't call Flash for something like that?" "Sure, I could call Flash, but who else? Am I just going to call some random senior who only likes me because he thinks I'm some player?" >and reaches out her hand to grab yours >"You could call me.." >be Big Mac >5 minutes later >you're still watching the game, partly not wanting to leave before the game ends >you hear fingers snapping twice >R: "Big Mac, are you ready to go?" >you turn to see that Rarity was snapping her fingers at you >one hand on her hip and the other looking like it was about to have snapped fingers again >as well as the pretty dress she has on, she's wearing a frown that ironically doesn't match >you weren't a huge fan of someone snapping their fingers at you >and the weird attitude she spoke in wasn't helping either >but you put that away and just let it be "Eeyup." >maybe she'll chill out once she gets in the truck >but you can't help but notice that Rarity didn't exactly seem 'chomping at the bit' to go to this thing like her dad said >still, you're not doing this for yourself >you're doing this for a friend of Applejack's >you could put up with a little nonsense if it meant fulfilling a friend's wishes >her dad walks the two of you to the door >then at the door, he stops and gets very serious >"Now Mac, you're not going to do any drugs with my little Rarity, are ya?" >it takes a second to process the random question, but you shake your head 'no' "Nope, I don't do no drugs anyway." >his face brightens up again >"Alrighty then! You kids have yourselves just the most fantastic night, okie dokie?" >when she sees your truck, she quietly scoffs >"This.. is your truck??" >again, the way she said that was off-putting >where did the calm and generous Rarity you had heard of go?? >but still deciding to leave it be, you say "Eeyup." >you hop into your truck and start the engine >as you're about to put it into drive, you look next to you >Rarity isn't in the truck yet >in fact, she's waiting outside of her door... for something >and she's not exactly happy about it "Umm, ev'rything alright?" >"A lady does not open doors while she is on a date," she curtly responds >oh >alrighty then >you lazily get out and open the truck door for her >the truck doesn't exactly match the elegance of how Rarity looks >but it was what you had to take.. >you once again get in the truck and start driving toward >not the best way to start the night, but it would have to do >driving down the road, Rarity starts the conversation >"So Big Mac, aren't you excited about the dance?" >you shrug your shoulders "Dunno. Aren't really my thing, but I'll give 'er a shot." >what that meant was that you were a big, working guy >who possessed very little amounts of finesse required to be good at dancing >what you didn't know was that Rarity didn't take it that way >she thought you meant that you weren't excited to be with her.. >she crosses her arms and ever so slightly raises her nose up >"Well then, I see." >be Anon >as she grabs your hand, you feel a warmth inside you "Thanks, Sunny. Sorry for being such a downer at our dinner date." >she lets go of your hand >"No, you're not being a downer; it's just real life. I really do understand how you feel though. When I realized how awful of a person I was back then, I only had the friendship of Twilight and her friends. But in all honesty, I knew Twilight was the only person who gave me any type of real trust. The others... " >she exhales >"The others were looking over their shoulders to make sure I wasn't tricking them. But recently I've started to feel different about that. They /are/ my real friends now, and you were right." >not remembering what you were right about, you ask "Right about what?" >"You said on Wednesday, and I quote, 'I don't think people distrust you as much as you think.' I think most everyone has moved on from their old opinion of me; and I know I wouldn't have thought that if it weren't for you. So... thanks." >the glimmer in her eyes when she said thanks was something you had never seen before >it felt like you had actually done something really nice for someone without really trying >like an accidental non-fuckup "It's uh... it's no problem. I'm glad you feel better about that." >her face depicts a move in conversation >and she looks deviantly playful >"So the seniors think you're a player, huh? Not to belabor the point but... /are/ you a player?" pic = your face "No... hell no. C'mon Sunset, you know me better than that!" >Sunset looks at you like this pic >"You sure about that, 85?" >you smirk back "Positive." >she plays with her own hair, twirling it around her index finger >"I don't know, maybe I'm into that..." >you shake your head like you just woke up "..Then uh.... maybe I am...!" >she drops the facade and lightly slaps your hand >"Wrong answer, Anon." "Yeah, I know... but still, I'm not a player. To be honest, I don't even have enough game to be one." >"Oh, I don't know... if I didn't like you as much, I might disagree." >the genuine, although still kind of awkward, compliment was received well on your part, and a gleeful smile appears "Thanks Sunny. But we both know that you could get whoever you wanted..." >she swipes her hand >"Whatever Anon, lay it on thick, while you're at it." "No no, I'm being serious. You... uh, you look amazing. Any one of the seniors would murder someone to replace me right now. And for good reason." >she lightly blushes >"Well... thanks Anon. You can be sweet sometimes, you know that?" >you start to look at your menu "I guess I do now." >she grabs her menu and begins to look at it >when she talks, she sounds almost embarrassed at how real the conversation got >"So uh... what do you think you're going to order?" >you look at the menu as well, and with a little bit of haughty in your voice, you say "Whatever I want." >she puts her menu down to look at you with a questioning look on her face >"Anon, there are some pretty expensive meals here. Can you afford that?" "Yeah, sure I can! And you order whatever you want too, got it?" >"Oh, don't worry about me. I'll just get a salad or something." >be Big Mac >you liked silence more than most, but her silence was getting weird even for you >there needed to be some audio going on, even if it wasn't conversation "Music?" >"I suppose." >she said that a little too quickly for you not to notice that she wasn't happy >whatever >you turn on your CD player https://youtu.be/kmbOqORIvWM [Embed] >as one of your favorite songs plays, your head lightly bobs and a grin appears on your face >the worry of making sure you had a good night suddenly melted away >your mind immediately goes to what you usually do on Saturday nights >which is either spend the night at friend's houses >or drinking while watching TV >for a moment, you are truly content with this music on >this music was your comfort zone >but your grin disappears when you look to Rarity, and her un-amused expression "This music okay?" >"I will never understand your family's obsession with this 'twangy' nonsense." >as good of a friend Rarity has been to your sister >she was being a little too uppity for your liking right now >and by 'a little' you meant a whole hell of a lot >but you could look past that if it meant dodging a yelling-at from Applejack for hurting her friend's feelings >you sigh "Ya can change it if'n ya want." >she turns on the radio and switches off of the country station >and stops when she hears: https://youtu.be/sQhGnNEFtPk [Embed] >as if changing from your music wasn't bad enough, >she plays this... >pop music just isn't your thing, but you don't say anything to Rarity >and as if a pop song alone wasn't bad enough, this was turning out to be one of those 'empowerment' songs >which you detested to your core >if you needed music to accomplish something, you didn't deserve it in the first place >but of course, Rarity starts singing the words of the song >you hold back a facepalm >this 'date' was going to be rough >in order to make the trip bearable, you needed something to take your mind off of her music >like, maybe a nicotine buzz >you reach into your jacket pocket and whip out your can of dip >Rarity is looking out of the window, quietly singing the song >you get a nice-sized pinch of the smokeless tobacco and put it in your mouth >as you put the can back into your pocket, Rarity looks at you doing so >she looks appalled >"Big Mac, is that /DIP/ in your mouth??" >you look at her, not even slightly embarrassed >though you get the feeling that she thinks you should be "Eeyup." >she rolls her eyes and looks forward >"That is absolutely abhorrent. Please spit that out." "But I just put it in..." >"It matters not. That garbage gives you cancer. Do you want to get cancer?" >in this moment, you couldn't care less about cancer >you just wanted some relief from her song choice >in fact, you might prefer cancer to enduring Rarity's current attitude >but you don't want to start anything before you even arrive to the restaurant >so you roll down your window and spit the contents out of your mouth >and mumble something about a 'waste of good dip' >as you roll up your window, you are again greeted with the same, awful song >"Doesn't that feel better?" she asks in a motherly manner, >which really just puts the cherry on top of her bitchy attitude "Nope." >she let's out a loud harrumph >"Well it should." >be Anon "Sunset, you are absolutely not ordering a salad. You can get a salad literally anywhere; this place has some of the best food you'll ever have and it will have nothing to do with a salad." >"Anon, everything here is kinda pricey; you don't have to spend all of that money on me." >you reach over and gently grab her hand "I appreciate your attitude on that, but please, order some real food." >"Well... okay. What do you recommend?" >you let go of her hand and pick up the menu again "Get the 'Tour of the Homeland'; it has spaghetti, ravioli, lasagna, and cannoli to boot. The lasagna here will knock you off of your ass." >she looks at her menu to find the selection you just mentioned >"Anon, that meal is $30!!" >you shrug your shoulder "So it is; worth every penny though.." >about that time a waiter walks over to your table >he sees you, then sees Sunset across from you >then looks back to you like this pic >and he says, "How we doing tonight, Boss?" to you "Doing pretty good, and yourself?" >"Can't complain. What would you like to drink tonight?" "Do you guys still have Cheerwine?" >he nods in approval of your selection >"We sure do." "Sweet, I'll have that." >"Cheerwine it is." >he looks to Sunset >"And for the lady?" >she looks at what drinks are available >SS: "I'll just have a water," >he nods >"Water and a Cheerwine, coming right up." >and walks off towards the kitchen >you kek for a moment >he totally called you 'Boss' because of Sunset >with the waiter now gone, you notice some movement towards the stage in the large room >a bunch of guys with very nice suits are setting up on the stage with musical instruments >one guy grabs a microphone and begins to sound check >"Anon, $30 is too much for one meal. I'll just have something less expensive." >you turn back to her "Nonsense." >you lean over the table, she clones your moment "Everything is on the house for us tonight, courtesy of Vito's dad." >"Oh wow, that's really nice of him. Is he here?" >you shake your head "No, or else I'd thank him in person." >Sunset, previously worried you were going to spend too much on her, lightened up once she realized your meals were free tonight. >she pops a grin >"Then I think I /will/ have the 'Tour'" "Awesome!" >"What are you getting?" "I'm feeling steak tonight.." >as you say that, the waiter comes back with three glasses of liquid >one is your Cheerwine, one is plainly Sunset's water, and another one has a clear but fizzy drink >he gives you your Cheerwine, hands the water to Sunset, and then places the last drink next to her water >she looks at the last glass weirdly >SS: "Um, I only ordered a water.." >the waiter gives her a grin >"The second glass is compliments of Thunderlane. Ready to order?" "Yes we are. I'll have the Turf and Turf; medium rare on both. And she'll have the Tour." >he writes down your selections and nods >"Good choices; I'll be back out with those soon." >as he leaves again, the band starts to play a song to warm up https://youtu.be/HWqKPWO5T4o [Embed] >Sunset gives you a questioning look >"What's a Turf and Turf? I didn't see that on the menu.." >you're still watching the band warm up, but you answer back "It's not on the menu. It's a 16oz T-Bone and a 24oz Porterhouse steak." >her eyes widen at this >"You can eat all of that?" >you chuckle "Oh yeah. I skipped lunch for this." >"Wow, that's... impressive? Also, do you know what this drink is?" >your eyes look at her second drink "Looks like a Sprite." >she puts the glass to her mouth and takes a sip >then chokes >trying to not make a scene, she puts effort into holding back her coughing >you extend a hand to her shoulder "You okay?" >the coughing stops >"Yeah... *cough* That tastes awful!" >your mind goes to what Thunder put in the cup, so you take a sip of it yourself >as the liquid slides down your throat, the familiar taste and slight burn tell you exactly what it is >you grin a little; but you also lower your voice to Sunset "That Thunder is a bastard; this is gin and tonic, with an underline on the gin." >"Gin?? Can't he get fired for serving alcohol to minors?" "Yep, which is exactly why we're not talking about it loudly. You don't have to drink it if you don't want to.." >Sunset looks at the glass and with hesitation grabs a hold of it from you >"Well... I guess a few sips won't hurt. I'm uh," >she looks away for a moment >"I'm still a little nervous about tonight. Maybe this will help." "What are you nervous about?" >before she answers, she puts the glass up to her mouth again, and slowly lets the contents fall into her mouth >she steels herself, and gulps it down >making sure she didn't choke again >after her gulp, she takes a long draw of air as her face slightly contorts to show dissatisfaction >her tongue momentarily sticks out of her mouth and she slowly shakes her head and lets out an 'ECH' https://youtu.be/gydNRjkRKV0 [Embed] >"Ohmygosh, how do you not even gag after drinking something like that?" >you chuckle >be Big Mac >when you think that 'music hell' couldn't last any longer, you finally pull into the restaurant parking lot >Rarity got the reservations for this place, and you had never been here >but you were told it was extremely fancy >which, much like her music selection, you were not a fan of >as you pull in, there is a sign at the gaudy front entrance that says (Valet only) >you point at it "What's that mean?" >Rarity scoffs >"It means that you have to pull up to the front and a valet will park your truck for you." "I can park it myself, though.." >you get out of the truck and uncomfortably hand the keys to the attendant >then you walk over to open Rarity's door for her >Rarity moves her legs to get out of the vehicle >Rarity's heel got caught on the truck while she stepped out >your truck is a bit higher off the ground compared to most cars >so she would have face-planted pretty hard if you didn't immediately catch her >but you did catch her just in time >her still in your arms, you say "Whoa now, you okay?" >you thought maybe you'd catch a break from her attitude and she would thank you >but no, she just gets even more pissed >she dusts herself off and stands on her own >with a mix of embarrassment and discontent on her face >"We should have just taken my car instead of this /rust bucket/." >that one... >that one actually kind of hurt >your shoulders droop as memories flood your mind from all of the time spent either driving the truck, or working on the vehicle pic >all the times you changed the oil; put on new paint; replaced parts >sure, it wasn't the most prestigious vehicle, nor the most reliable >but you could never sell it because... "It was Paw's..." >Rarity calling your Paw's old truck a 'rust bucket' really just sealed the deal >this dinner date would be a quick nightmare - at best >but you were a man >and you wouldn't let her pompous attitude break you out of your gentleman's personality >you didn't need to stoop to that level; because you were better than that >all the while, you hear the echos of the football team who had been out with Rarity >and at the time when you heard these nightmare-level stories, you had disbelief >the few times you saw her with AJ, she seemed nice enough >but now, you knew that the stories were undoubtedly true >as she walked in front of you to enter the fancy restaurant, a doorman opened the door for the two of you >you could have looked at what awaited you inside the building >but your eyes went to the girl you were 'with' >her dress lightly hugged her ass, and her curvatures were implied by vision when her hips lightly bounced from side to side as she traversed in her heels >she looked great; no doubt about it >you being an ass man, this spectacle would often cause arousal >but you wouldn't even touch her at this point; in case 'bitchiness' and 'ungratefulness' were contagious >the moment passes and you are soon within the belly of the beast >and you couldn't have been more uncomfortable >marble, glass, gold, lights everywhere >the waiting room was a giant terrace overlooking the dining floor of the restaurant >a large and fancy stairwell connected the two levels >in the middle of the castle-like building was a giant chandelier >and below that was a lifted part of the expensive floor, where a symphony played >you weren't a fish out of water here >you were a cooked fish cannon-launched into the vacuum of deep space, gasping for air where there was none to be had >be Anon "Probably too much practice. That, and I have my dad's liver." >she pushes the glass towards you >"You want some?" >you shake your head "No thanks, I have to drive. Plus, I shouldn't drink while taking these pain meds." >as you say this, a familiar headache started back up >you didn't eat lunch or take your medicine in between breakfast and now >you check your pockets, only to find them devoid of your pill bottle >your face turns into a look of horror "Shit." >Sunset sees this >"What's wrong??" she asks in a caring tone >you put your head down on the table "I forgot my medicine... fuck. I'm going to have a headache all night now..." >there is a silence at your table as your mind goes over what it's going to be like to have to dance all night with your head pounding >a few seconds later, something lightly taps your head; still on the table >you look up and see her warm smile pic >and a pill bottle in her hand, next to your head >"I, uh.. I brought some with me tonight in case you forgot yours." >you return a smile of equal warmth, knowing full well that she just saved you from a headache >a headache that could have ruined the night for you >you gently take the bottle from her and open it up "Thanks Sunny. You got a knack for looking out for me." >she looks away, bashful >"I try." >you put 5 of the pills in your hand, then into your mouth >wash them down with some Cheerwine >at this moment, the house lights dim; >the stage lights go on >a worker comes by and places an old fashioned lamp at the back of your private table, and lights the lamp >the band begins to play https://youtu.be/zdof1dmfNHg [Embed] >you watch the scene unfold as the beautiful, old-fashioned music begins >you grab Sunset's hand with a confident grin and say "You know what?" >"What?" she says with an eager smile "..I think tonight might be alright." >"I think it already is." >you snicker a little "Don't say that just yet, I just have plenty of time to screw this up for the both of us." >she adds to the laughter >"I don't know, so far everything is way better expected." >you fake being offended "Oh so you don't expect that much out of me??" >she squeezes your palm >"You know that's not what I meant. It's just... you can't expect that much when we decided to go to the dance the night before. But here we are.." >she looks around the room with the romantic setting, the band, the nice booth you two are sharing, the lamp >then back at you >"...you have a suit on, you somehow got a Camaro for the night, this restaurant is awesome, our meals are free, and you got our dance tickets for free." >she puts on a smirk >"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were in the mafia or something. What, with all this free stuff and old connections.." >your mind tells you not to do what you're about to do >but it's too late >you put on a very serious face "Sunset, I need to tell you something very important..." >her smirk quickly melts into horror >"..No... you're /not/, right??" >you drop the act and laugh at her expensive "No, totally not." >she facepalms, trying to hold back a grin >"I change my mind; you /are/ an ass sometimes." "Aww c'mon Sunny, you walked yourself right into that one." >before she could argue, your waiter came back with your food >he holds a giant plate in each hands >"Alright, here's a plate for the lady.." >he sets down a plate that hold a conglomerate of different pasta dishes >"And a plate for the boss-man." >he sets down the other plate in front of you, a plate which holds two giant steaks "Now we're talking." >he looks to the both of you >"Everything look okay?" >SS: "Yes, thank you." "Yeah it does!" >"Great, enjoy your meal." >the band begins their next song https://youtu.be/X7Xtaa7sZho [Embed] >before you dig into your meal, there is a moment where you look at her.. >just to look at her >in the pseudo darkness, only penetrated by the lamp light >Sunset's hair absorbs the candle light, reflecting off a warm glow, brightening her blonde streaks, and darkening her red streaks >since the lamp is to your right; her left, >the other side of her face is a bit more shadowed >but when you look at her eyes, you can see the candle light bounce and flare >and as you see this, you have a feeling hit you like a brick wall >it feels like you just won the lottery, and what was happening to you right now required that much luck in the first place >then you notice that she's doing the same; her food is also untouched >"What do you see?" she asks "What?" >"What are you looking at?" >not wanting to ruin a nice moment by being too feely, "Oh, it's nothing." >"No, c'mon, what was it?" >to hell with it "Uhhh... I was looking at the candle flare back and forth in your eyes." >she smiles >"Yours eyes were doing the same." >after she says that, your stomach roars with a growl >"I guess you're hungry?" "Starving." >you both pick up your eating utensils and dig in >"By the way, this is way too much food. No way I can finish all of this." "We can take home what you can't finish." >Sunset takes a bite of the spaghetti portion of her giant meal >"Oh my /god/, this is good." "I know right? I bet you that Joe made our meals himself. You want to know the secret to his spaghetti?" >"Yeah, tell me." "It's all in the sauce. Back in the day when he used to cook for fun, he'd get the garlic to put into the sauce. He'd use a clean shaving razor to cut the garlic so thin that it would dissolve into the sauce itself." >"Wow, I've never heard of that before. I should try that myself." >moment of pause >"Maybe I'll make some for you next time you come over.." >you look up and smile "Sounds like a plan." >be Big Mac >as you're looking around, you aren't paying attention to where Rarity is >you're just taking in the scene >then you hear >"Helloooo? Big Mac, they have our table ready. Let's not move at a snail's pace, shall we?" >the beautiful surroundings were ruined by Rarity's voice/tone >you decide not to say anything at all instead of what was on your mind >you just had to get through this meal and you were home free >1 minute later >seated at a table >"Big Mac, you're looking around like you haven't been to a place like this before..." "Cuz I haven't..." >Rarity facepalms >"/Of course/ you haven't..." >a man in a very nice suit comes by >"Why, good evening Miss Rarity. It is an honor to see you again." >he takes her hand and lightly kisses it >she looks to you when he kissed her hand >as if you should have done the same when you saw her >you would rather have kissed a rattlesnake right in the mouth than even kiss Rarity's hand right now >R: "No, the pleasure is all mine." >the guy looks to you >"And who do we have here?" >this guy hasn't done anything rude to you, so you reach out your hand for a handshake "Big Mac." >you shake his hand, but his grip was very light and he seemingly was not ready for your firm handshake >he pulls back his hand as if it was in pain >"Ach.." he says, grabbing his hand >R: "Big Mac, please refrain from being so brutish!" "It was only a handshake..." >"No Miss Rarity, he is quite right. I am not used to firm handshakes from our guests here. Sir Big Mac, may I get you something to drink?" >you mumble "Handle a' whiskey..." for that might be the only thing that could make this bearable >however, in your irritation, you said that louder than a mumble, >and both the waiter and Rarity heard it >Rarity's face depicted rage >"Oh I'm terribly sorry sir, we don't serve any 'whiskey' at this establishment." >R: "You're not even old enough to drink!" "Water will do then." >be Anon https://youtu.be/TDd0rwRF5VI [Embed] >"So, tell me about living here. What's it like?" "I don't even know how to describe it, really. I told you, I could never give justice to the degree of how different the two cities are." >"Well, try your best." >you look around for a second, thinking of what to say >then your eyes land on her 'secondary drink' >you point to it "See that? That's Summertown." >her eyes follow your finger to the drink >"What?? Alcohol is that popular here?" >that's not at all what you meant >you shake your head and take your first bite of steak "Oh, this steak is so good. Joe definitely made this." >she still looks confused "Summertown, right. No, it's not about the drink per se. It's the fact that you have it right now. I guess alcohol /is/ more popular here in a general sense, but.. you didn't ask for that drink, right?" >she nods her head >"Right." "And you're too young to order it anyways, right? And someone could get fired if a cop walked in here and saw you have it, right?" >"Right." "But that's the point; no one cares. That drink is here because my friends work here and you're here with me. And look around us," >she does so "No one here cares; as long as we aren't making a scene or hurting anyone. To be honest, I can't imagine that ever happening in Canterlot. Everyone cares about everything in Canterlot." >"But why /not/ care? I mean, it's still illegal... is everyone here just apathetic?" >you shrug your shoulders "Yes and no. I can't really explain anymore than that, and even if I could, it's completely uninteresting." >Sunset takes a big swallow of her food >"No no, it's not uninteresting! Tell me more; what did you do around here?" >you take a nice chomp at your steak "Dodge trouble, mostly." >she rolls her eyes >"Pfft, yeah. Big bad Anon coming through." "Keep it up, missy." >another bite "It wasn't like that; we just did a lot of stupid stuff to pass the time. There isn't as much to do compared to Canterlot. Other than that it was just the same stuff I do now like school and football." >"I'm guessing this is all with the guys I met tonight?" "Right." >"What about them? What's it like to hang out with them? What did you guys do? Tell me more about them." >you proceed to tell her about your escapades with the old crew >first you tell her about your friends, and what they're like >then you tell her the story of when you had your first drink with them >some of the parties they had >and quite a lot more >at first, you thought that she was asking out of respect; to keep the conversation going >but she looked genuinely interested in your 'old life' >and kept asking more about you, your friends, and your hometown >and as odd as it felt, it felt good to tell your old stories to someone who wanted to hear them >towards the end of one story, you feel your phone vibrate >next song https://youtu.be/YIORFhtiZ6c [Embed] >you look at your phone in mid sentence "...so I don't know what he meant by that because..." >text from Applejack >[We need to talk.] >you finish the sentence very slowly "..he was a manager before I left." >"Everything okay?" >you weren't sure, actually >you think to why AJ would send you this right now.. >and remember that you two hadn't really talked about the two of you after the game last night >because on Wednesday she said she wanted to talk when Rainbow was off of suspension >but you thought she said it could wait until Monday? >maybe she didn't say that; you couldn't remember >either way, now she wanted to bring it up.. [Can it wait at least until the dance? I'm at dinner.] >[Sure.] >put your phone back into your pocket >and for a moment, your mind goes to panic mode >but you soon get a little more control of your thoughts >you needed to think clearly on this >you couldn't blow her off at the dance >she would just find you and make things even more awkward >so that was out >you needed to talk to her pretty soon once you got there >because it would be on your mind until it happened >but it was what she wanted to say that got you worried >"Anon, what is it?" >you shake your head >no reason to ruin the great time you're having with Sunset because of a text >but it's in the back of your mind no matter what >what is AJ going to say to you? "It's, uh..it's nothing." >you need to move the conversation off of you "So I've told you half of my life story tonight; let's hear some from you! What was your hometown like?" >be Big Mac >"Really, Big Mac! Ordering whiskey at a place like this, and being underage as well!" "I like drinkin'...." >she scoffs "I suppose that would bring relief to living in the sticks." >and now she's putting down where you live... >all this time, you're wondering if you're in some nightmare where Rarity is insufferable >and in real life, she's as nice as you thought she was >you give your arm a nasty pinch to see if that ends the nightmare >nope, you're still here >in Castle Hell >with Nightmare Rarity >the symphony stars playing https://youtu.be/6LAPFM3dgag [Embed] >this furthers your bad mood >you can't argue that whoever wrote this kind of music was talented >but it wasn't your style in the least bit >and even if one day you grow to like this music, >you won't; because you'll think of this situation when you hear it >"Do you know what you will order?" >you pick up the menu >all of this irritation has got you mighty hungry >you could go for a nice double cheeseburger >or 7 of them.. >but the menu not only has some insanely, unreadable, fancy font >it's also in a fancy language you don't know >this night just keeps getting better and better "Nope. An' I can't read this..." >she looks up from her menu to look at you >you prepared for more insults >but instead she waves her hand >"Don't worry, I'll order for you." >wait >wait just a damn second >did she just pass up an opportunity to say something nasty, >and not only pass it up, but also offer to help you? "Huh, aite." >maybe she would turn around by the end of the night...? >be Sunset >you asked Anon about his past >and now he wanted to know about yours... >it was only fair for him to ask.. >you return to fear as it would be impolite to not answer >but you can't tell him where you're from either >the singer for the band gets up to the mic after their last song ends and says "And that was the Godfather's three favorite songs from the Homeland." >Anon faces the band and starts clapping with the rest of the crowd in the restaurant >you follow his lead in doing so >then the singer says, "And now for some more music." https://youtu.be/b76kjd5nvMg [Embed] >if he found out that you were born a pony and told him of your magic... >he might get upset and leave the date... >and you wouldn't blame him for doing that >it must be so weird for people to know that you're not from this place at all >but rather than answer immediately, your mind comes up with an idea "Before that, can I have a bite of your steak?" >Anon looks at his steak, which he has already devoured most of it in between telling you his stories >"Sure, absolutely!" >he cuts off a piece of one of the steaks and extends his fork to you >but instead of grabbing the fork, you just bite the steak off of the fork >in the time it takes to chew the delicious meat, you still haven't come up with any ideas >and this worsens your nerves "Can I have another piece?" you ask a little too fast >"Yeah, no problem. It's so good, right? You just want to borrow my plate?" >you quickly say "No, just put it in me." >Anon begins to cut another piece of steak; then his whole body freezes >as you think of what you said, you realize your accidental double entendre pic >put your hands over your mouth, and your cheeks set aflame >you look at Anon and his knife starts to shake a little in the steak >after this stops, Anon looks up at you with a grin and a cocked eyebrow >"Say that again?" >you couldn't be more embarrassed, so you squeak out a, "No!" >he drops the fork and knife onto his plate and leans over a little >"You sure?" "I-I totally didn't mean it like that. I'm so sorry." >he laughs it off, "I know, Sunny. You're adorable when you're embarrassed." >after he says this, your heart starts beating at a normal rate again >"You still want another bite?" "Uhh, yes." >he does the same motion with the fork as last time >but not before saying in a quieter voice, "Still want it in you?" >he wouldn't let you live that down for at least a year >you grab the fork out of his hand this time and put the meat in your mouth "Shut up." >but of course, that doesn't stop his jokes at you >"Aww, little Sunny's all embarrassed." >feeling flustered, you respond "I'm going to stick this fork in your eye, Anon." >he puts up a hand, still kind of laughing >"Okay, okay; I'll stop." "..." >"...right after I put it in you." "Anon!!" >a playful scolding over with, you continue with your meal >Though the thought of sex with Anon was becoming more appealing as the date went on... >"What were we talking about?" >you twirl your fork in the pasta, thinking still of what to say >but >if he forgot, then you could direct the conversation elsewhere "Ummmm, I don't remember!" >with a chuckle, he says "Me neither." >this gives you the green light to shift the dialogue elsewhere "Here's a question: What is your greatest weakness?" >"Probably food, or alcohol." >you shake your head "No, I mean like a personality flaw, Anon." >with a mouthful of steak, he says "Oh, that." >he chews the food and thinks in silence >"Getting deep over here, aren't we?" >you think to yourself as well >was that too deep of a question for a first date? >did you just make him uncomfortable? "I guess.. you don't have to answer if you don't want to." >he waves his hand >"No, it's a fair one. Lemme think." >you warmly smile "Take all of the time you need." >he takes another bite of his meal and you continue on with your own >"I'm not a good judge of these things, especially for myself. But if I had to guess, it would be trust." >you try to chew your food so you can ask why >"And before you ask why, there really isn't a specific reason. There's no sad, pathetic, boo-hoo story to give on why I'm that way. I just find it difficult to trust people." "Do you trust /me/?" >he waits a second >"You continue to have my back when I need it, and you were nice to me even when I wasn't to you. Yeah; I'd be insane not to, right?" >there's a warmth you feel when he says that >"What about you? What's your biggest vice?" >you look at your food for the sole purpose of not looking Anon in the eye >and softly say "Self-esteem." >be Anon >great >you just opened the emotional faucet by asking her this >and as much as you honestly cared about her feeling good >you had listened to her go on about this before >and you knew what she was going to say >you could feel it in your loins >but you're not a shitty person >an ass, sometimes, >but not a shitty person >so you let her get it out of her system for the night "How is that?" >she's not looking at you, rather staring at her food >"I've told you most of this before, but after you spend so much time being an awful person it's hard to believe you're good; even when you try so hard to be a good person. I get anxious.. at myself and other people sometimes. Does that make sense?" >you might as well get this off of your mind "I guess so. I've never dealt with what you're dealing with to the same degree, but I can try to imagine what it's like. Though, I'm also not dumb enough to believe that my imagination of how you feel is anywhere near 100% accurate. I just, can't fully understand how someone who looks as good as you do could be anxious about what other people think..." >she shakes her head, still not looking up >"It's not about how I look, Anon..." >fugg >you said the wrong thing.. didn't you? >"It's having the burden of knowing who I was and never knowing if that will fully go away. It's the feeling of being alone, even when people are around." >time to drop this conversation >she usually gets emotional if this goes any further, and walking out with your date crying isn't how you wanted this to go >but before you can say anything.. >"...but I wouldn't bring that up here if I was going to leave it at that. I wouldn't spoil our date by being a downer." >while this happens >next song starts, and it's just 2 guys playing stringed instruments >a guitar and a mandolin https://youtu.be/oLU08nOtUkc [Embed] >she takes a breath and then exhales >now she looks at you >"You make me feel better about all of that. You made me realize that there's no reason to keep myself down about this anymore. I've spent too many nights being depressed... crying... about something I can't go back and change. Whenever you're around I feel... I feel like... I like who I am again. I feel.. comfortable with you. I'm not really worried when you say I shouldn't be, and I... I like the idea of being your date." >she looks like she's not done, so you don't interrupt >"There's always going to be a small part of me that will doubt, or be anxious. I want you to know that. But from now on I'm not going to let that get in the way of enjoying myself, especially when I'm with you." >well, >no shit >that went far better than expected >but Sunset quickly looks away again, her courage gone from her person >"I'm sorry, I know you don't like talking about 'feely' stuff; I'll shut up now." >you quickly grab her hand across the table >and she looks back at you "No! Don't shut up, Sunset. I like you too; that's why were's here. And I'm glad that I can make you feel better about that kind of stuff. I.. like seeing you happy. I'm glad I could help you." >it still felt a little weird to express actual romantic feelings >but you for sure like Sunset, and it felt natural to say that to her >and in a weird way, your happiness for her extended beyond romantic feelings >you were pretty proud of yourself for helping her with a problem; one you had no idea was as bad as you had previously thought >and oddly enough, you needed to hear that >you needed a reminder than even someone as pretty and nice as Sunset, was still only human >just like you >you felt like you really knew her now >like her being into you wasn't too good to be true >because she had her faults just like you had yours >after you finished your response, she asks >"So you don't think that, like I'm a... like a pretty basket case, even after I told you all of this?" >sweet lord, she's adorable "No way. It sounds like you've gone through a lot, but you're not a basket case. No one is insane for having human emotions." >you look at her eyes >she's looking back at yours >you get a big grin "But I do think you're insanely pretty." >she grips your hand tighter, squeezing it >she bites her lips together; smiling >but now her eyes get big and start to water up a little >she's looking like she's about to get emotional, >but not in a sad way >you were pretty prepared for everything except the eyes watering up part >without letting go of your hand, she scoots herself out of the booth seat >walks around the table and sits next to you on your side of the booth >she hasn't looked away from your eyes the entire time >she stays about a foot away from you, still gripping your hand >"You... do you mean that? All of it?" >you realized that at this point, it's do or die >you couldn't lie to her now, even if you wanted to >you use the non-squeezed hand to slowly reach over and cusp her cheek "Of course I do." >she takes two heavy, diaphragm flexing breaths >she looks like she's certainly about to cry >you're about to ask if she's okay >but before a single word can escape your mouth >she pounces at you and pushes your back to the length of the seat >she's on top of you, wildly planting kisses on your lips and all over your face >you put your arms around her and return a few on her lips when they connect >all the while you can feel her unconstrained smile as her face practically glows >and you can also feel a few drops of liquid land on your face as she's caught up in emotion >she's pouring out nothing but happiness to you >after about 30 seconds, >she stops her barrage of kisses for a second to pull her head back a few inches and look at you >she says at nearly a whisper volume, slightly choking up >"T-thank you. I can't tell you how much what you said means to me." >she puts her arms around your neck and closes the space between her body and yours >and puts a side of her face onto your neck, just wanting to hold you >slow streaks of tears run down her face and onto your collar, she still isn't making any crying noises >just tears and quiet, staggered breathing >and though you can't see it >you can feel the smile she still has >your arms still around her, you say "You're welcome, Sunny." >your waiter comes by to check on you, >Sunset is still on top, so she can't see behind her >but you can >as soon as the waiter sees what's going on, he gives you a thumbs up and quickly leaves you two alone >yeah, he just earned a nice tip >a few moments of her just laying there on top of you, and she asks; nearly pleads >"Will you play with my hair again?" >as sweet as the moment was, her head was directly on your trachea, and it was becomes difficult to breathe "Yeah, but could you move your head a little? It's right on my throat." >"Oh oh, of course." >she rolls a little bit off of you, but the booth seats aren't that big >and by her rolling towards the backrest of the booth, she inadvertently pushes your body towards the table >except the table itself is pretty tall >so you don't quickly run into the table, >you quickly fall off of the seat and under the table >in a split second before your body leaves the seat, you want to grab onto the table to keep you from falling >but the table isn't bolted to the ground >and if you grabbed onto it, the table and all of its contents would fall onto Sunset >and in a decision that took .14 seconds in your mind, you just let yourself fall >so that Sunset's dress and hair wouldn't be ruined by steak sauce and marinara >accepting your fate, you let out a quiet, "Shit." >your body makes a *THUD* as you hit the ground >a minute later, you're back onto your seat; Sunset sitting next to you >in your limited experience, something like that would ruin the sentimental moment, >but somehow the both of you were giggling about it, and you still felt just as close to her as you did two minutes ago; her on top of you >you give a content sight >you finished your steaks and helped Sunset polish off the Tour >and man, everything was just absolutely delicious >while Sunset was explaining her self-esteem problem a few minutes ago, the restaurant workers cleared out a sizable floor space in front of the band stage >you didn't see this happen >but Sunset noticed after you got up from under the table >with a full belly and a pretty girl next to you, you lean back onto the backrest and swing your arm around Sunset "Damn, that food was good." >"It really was. Tell Joe that he's amazing at cooking." "Will do, for sure." >in a minute, the waiter comes back >he checks to make sure you two aren't still having a moment, then he walks to the end of the table >he leans over past Sunset to quietly tell you, "Mr. Vito told me that everything was on the house, and you can stay here as long as you like." >he stands up straight again and says at a normal volume, "Can I get you some refills?" >you look at both yours and Sunset's drinks and notice there's plenty in both still "I think we're good, man. And, uh... thanks." >you were thanking him for not intruding a few minutes ago >he reaches past Sunset for a fistbump, which you return >he nods and grins with a, "No problem, boss." >he leaves >Sunset looks at you in bafflement >"Why does he keep calling you boss?" >you scoff "Oh c'mon Sunny, you know why." >she innocently shakes her head >"No, I really don't." >arm still around her, you flex your arm to pull her a little closer, then give her a quick kiss on the forehead "It's because I'm with you, Sunny. And you look fucking great." >her cheeks singe, but only a little >she scoots her butt over closer to you, so that you two sit hip to hip >"I don't think that's the only reason why, but if you say so then I'll believe you." >you snicker "There we go. The first step is admitting that I'm /always/ right." >she lets out a quiet chortle >"Yeah right! The first step is admitting that the /Queen/ is always right!" "No way; remember now, I'm the King, and now the Boss." >she shakes her head with a smile >"Whatever you say, Anon. I can't argue with the 'boss' part." >then gives you a kiss on the cheek >she then grabs her 'secondary drink' again and starts to pour some more into her mouth >for some reason, you feel responsible for her "Sunset, you don't have to drink that. I don't need 'turned Sunny into an alchie" on my conscience." >she downs a gulp of the mixed drink with a little more grace this time >"Ha, calm down. I'm not turning into an alcoholic, Anon; I just don't like to waste free stuff. Plus, it's not even that much.." >there was more gin in that drink than there was tonic >and with a full glass, it was a decent amount of alcohol >then again, she did have those drinks at your place, >and she seemed to handle herself >she's as old as you are, and you're not going to tell her what to do >you shrug "Alright." >after a few minutes of talking and her working on the drink, she finishes it >then proceeds to wash it down with some water >it wasn't enough to get even a lightweight drunk, so you didn't worry about that >but you were interested to see how buzzed she got from the drink >you look over with a smirk "Feelin' it yet?" pic >she gives a 'are you kidding me' look, and talks like she has something to prove >"No, Anon. I'm not 'feeling it.' It wasn't even that much." >you wait a few seconds before you say anything >no way she feels nothing from that >then she lets out this adorable little hiccup >"Okay, maybe a little.." >you look at her to make sure she doesn't look visibly uncomfortable >she looks perfectly fine, but you ask anyways "Sunny, you okay?" >"Yeah! It barely hit me, and I feel really good." >you could tell she wasn't lying, and you were happy if she was happy >"I kinda want to dance right now but it's probably too early to leave." >you check your watch "Yeah we got about 20 minutes before we should leave." >"You never want to be early to these dances." >so you two sit there closely and talk some more for about 10 minutes or so >then the full band comes back on stage >and starts playing https://youtu.be/g0nyW2P4xgo [Embed] >you're looking at your phone to check for more messages, when suddenly you are pulled by your hand out of the booth "What the.." >you look up to see that it was Sunset pulling you, seemingly towards the band >you're confused; this place doesn't have a dance floor >then you look at the opening made in front of the band >and there are a few couples dancing already >you shrug your shoulders like 'meh, why not?' "Alright, I guess we're dancing.." >she stops when she gets to the clearing and looks to you again >and she starts dancing >she starts to move her hips to the beat and dips in place a couple times while doing it >then she goes into what you would consider to be normal dancing >you need to start with casual moves, like what Will Smith taught in the movie "Hitch" >but you would eventually need to show your power level before you left the restaurant >so she wouldn't be totally surprised when she danced with you at school >as the song goes on, you start to experiment more with your moves >and continuing to not give a single fuck what the onlookers are thinking >Sunset sees your dancing and holds back a giggle >but she follows your lead as the song goes on, having fun, trying out new and improvised moves >by the end of the song, you show your lack of dancing abilities by finishing with this move- pic >be Big Mac >the barrage of passive insults soon took over after Rarity seemed like she might become nice again >the hopes of her being an decent person, being destroyed, only worsened your mood >everything you did was apparently wrong and you had reached the point where not only did you not care about 'acting incorrectly' at this fancy place, >..a place that you didn't even like; in the company of a girl you didn't like /even more/.. >but you were reaching the breaking point of not giving a shit about keeping your gentleman's personality true >20 minutes ago, you were bored to tears and uncomfortable, defending yourself against her rude comments >but now you were struggling to keep your anger from emancipating in a physical form pic >you felt like you could punch a hole through the wall >maybe even two walls at the same time >and you were strong enough to do it, too >but reacting in anger would mean that Rarity got the best of you >and you were hell-bound to not let that happen >it was no longer about dodging a yelling-at from Applejack or even Granny >this was for you >this was the challenge presented to you >you had to keep it cool, no matter what >the problem was: it just kept getting worse >aside from Rarity herself, everything around you kept getting worse >this place was too fancy >you had no idea what Rarity ordered for you >the music put a bad taste in your mouth >the people here and the way they talked, pissed you off >you couldn't dip >you couldn't drink >and the tie around your neck wasn't something you were used to, either, >and it just added a physical side to the uncomfortable situation you were in >you were only at this place for a half hour >and you were ready to explode >be Anon >the song ends >"You know the best part of your dancing?" >you're expecting her to make a playful diss about your dank moves >though it wouldn't be in the least bit uncalled for "When I stop?" >she chortles >"No, it's the fact that you just have fun and you don't care who sees it." "Well if you weren't embarrassed by that, then we'll have a good time at the dance." >Sunset moves back to the table to grab a sip of her water >phone vibrates >next song hasn't started so you pull the phone out of your pocket >1 new message >it's from a new number.. >open it >'attachment downloading' >huh >who is sending you a picture from a number that you don't have?? >cell service here is awful, so you have to wait a few seconds for the download >you take a look around, not looking for anything in particular >you look back to the phone >'download complete' >you open the picture >you see Sunset walking back towards you >as soon as you see the picture, your face goes pale >it's Trixie >she sent you a picture of her in the dress you guess she's wearing tonight >except the dress covers no part of her torso and she's pulling the bottom portion of her dress up to reveal her thighs >she looks smug as can be in the picture, with the caption >[Would the Homecoming Queen do THIS for you?] >you feel a hand on your arm >it's Sunset >"Anon?" >your eyes turn into pinpricks >you mash the 'back' button on your phone like your life depends on it >"Anon, you look a little pale; you feeling okay?" "Y-yeah, I'm good. Probably just the lighting in here." >okay, you need to not pull out your phone in front of Sunset for the rest of the night >if she gets one look at anything like that; all of the good things that has happened tonight will avalanche into a disaster >and however difficult it might be, you needed to forget about the picture as well >Trixie isn't here so you can't do anything about it right now >you definitely can't think about how easy it would be to tap her tonight >you definitely can't think about what it would feel like to have those thighs wrapped around you >you definitely can't think about how into it she would probably be >and you MOST definitely can't think about how she'd probably be cool with keeping it a secret; letting you get other girls at the same time >you quietly mumble "Well, when it rains; it pours." >Sunset looks to you >"What does that mean?" >dammit, you really need to stop thinking out loud "Uh, it's just a metaphor... I think." >next song plays https://youtu.be/sJ5quMAjfs0 [Embed] >Sunset looks to you again >"One more dance?" >you check your watch, while also thanking whatever Homecoming god blessed you with making sure Sunset didn't ask why you said 'when it rains; it pours' "Alright, one more; then we should go." >she happily nods her head >"Okay." >the song plays and everyone else is slow dancing, so you put your hands on Sunset's hips and she clasps her hands around your neck >basic slow dancing was easy >she followed your movements, step for step >after a bit, she says >"Hey, at least he have slow dancing down." "I'd say so." >she closes the space between you and lays her head sideways on your chest, wanting still to be closer >and closes her eyes >when this happens, it becomes much easier to forget about Trixie >for the time being... >after you were positive you got the rhythm right, you start to look around a little >there were other couples still dancing, most of them a good bit older than you and Sunset >but there were people watching the dancers as well >middle-aged to older couples, onlooking, remembering a time when they were young >and just like when you were walking to your table, >you were getting some serious looks of approval >but what surprised you was seeing your boys towards the entrance of the restaurant, onlooking as well; waiting for you to see them >Joe gave you a smirk and a thumbs up >Thunder flipped you off, with a smile; he was jealous, but still rooting you on >Vito only gave you a boss-level head nod >a head nod that you returned with a slow, boss-like head nod of your own >as soon as that happened, they went back to work >you take a gander at Sunset, who is still content to close her eyes while still moving with you >you feel an urge that you can't resist >and place a quick peck on the top of her head >a week ago, this entire situation would have made you uncomfortable >telling anyone about serious romantic feelings past anything like 'you're hot' >opening yourself up; especially to a girl >slow dancing... >giving 'sweet' signs of affection like kissing a girl's forehead.. >fuck it >this felt good >and you weren't going to let some bullshit get in the way of that >the song ends and Sunset holds on a few seconds longer, then lets go of you >"Should we go now?" >you look at your watch again; pulling air in through your teeth "Yeah, we should." >"Okay, let me grab my purse from the table." >you walk back with her, pulling out your wallet >as she grabs her purse, you leave $15 on the table >"15? Isn't that a little much?" >you shrug "Everything else was free; might as well tip good." >be Big Mac >"...and I just cannot understand how one can live like that. Feeding livestock? Field work? Manual labor is so disgusting..." >you're past the point of a facepalm >this is just torture >a mind numbing, boring, uncomfortable, rage inducing torture "Good thing ya don't do it then." >Rarity looks past you >"Our food is here!" >the guy puts a plate of... something... in front of Rarity >then puts your plate in front of you >without even seeing your food, you're ecstatic that the food is finally here >being pissed off can really work up your appetite >then you look at your plate >then you look back at Rarity in slight anger "This some kinda joke?" >"Heavens no, why would you think that?" >you look back at your plate >then back to her "It's snails... this ain't food." >Rarity looks at you in disgust >"It is called 'escargot' and it is a delicacy. /Really/ Big Mac, I thought your 'Granny' would have raised you better to know these things." >you feel your eye twitch >your fists ball up with so much force, you're not sure if your fingers just impaled your palm >you feel your head slightly convulse >that was the last straw "AITE, T' HELL WITH THIS!" >you get up out of your seat so fast that the chair flies a few feet behind you >the symphony stops playing and everything goes silent except for your voice >Rarity quickly leans back in her chair, eyes wide "YA CAN TALK TRASH 'BOUT HOW I LIVE, HOW POOR I AM, AND HOW I DO FARM WORK. YA CAN LOOK DOWN AT HOW I TALK, HOW I DIP, AND HOW I DRINK. HELL, YA CAN EVEN GET AWAY WITH CALLIN' MY /DEAD/ PAW'S TRUCK A "RUST BUCKET." >the entire restaurant is seeing this, and everyone is just as uncomfortable as you were a few minutes ago >you quickly walk over to Rarity's side of the table and stand next to her >she slightly backs away, not sure what you're about to do >you grab her arm and stand her up, then lower your voice and put your face closer to hers "But ya don't talk /SHIT/ about my Granny." >you let go of her, being sure not to be rough >there was still a limit on how much you could explode >you take out your wallet >there is 1 bill left in said wallet >it is $100, and it was the last bit of money you had to your name until the harvest money came in >and you had to spend it on... Rarity >as though you couldn't be any more angry, you now were >you slap the bill onto the table >as delicately as possible, you grab Rarity by the wrist and start to walk >"Where are we going??" >her tone doesn't depict fear, but rather severe irritation >which is actually good, because someone might call the cops if she sounded fearful "We're leavin'" >"We didn't even get to eat!" "Don't care." >the doorman steps in front of you to stop you, but you give him the evil eye >with your size and anger levels, he quickly steps out of your way >you slam open the door, nearly taking it off of its hinges >you see the valet "Keys." >"Sir, I have to find your vehicle and bring it back. That's how this works." >you lean over his podium, rage still in your eyes "Mah keys. Now." >he quickly understands and hands over your keys >"Y-yes sir." >you swipe the keys from him and march towards the parking lot >as soon as you see your truck, you stomp towards it; Rarity in tow >she says something again >"Macintosh! You are being an absolute brute!" >you ignore her >your hell is almost over >you get to your truck and open the passenger side door >look to Rarity; you're still angry, but also still trying to contain it "Get in." >she crosses her arms as her face depicts a mix of anger and pout >"No." >you close your eyes as your arms shake; trying to get rid of the unbelievable rage she's giving you "Last time. Get in." >she doesn't move >"No." "Fine." >you swing the door open as far as it goes >pick up Rarity off of her fancy little heels, and she lets out a quiet yelp >"Big Mac!" >then you set her down in the seat; not in a rough manner, but not exactly lovingly either >then slam the door shut >walk around the truck and get in your door >you start the truck up >"Where do you think you're taking me??" "School." >"The dance doesn't start for at least another 45 minutes!" "Don't care. Already paid for my ticket, so I'm goin'." >you put the truck in reverse, then drove out of the parking lot >"Big Mac, I will not stand for this!" >you turn to her with anger still in your eyes, and point your finger at her "Ya damn well talked 'nough tonight already. No more yappin' from you." >she's pissed that you said that >but her lower jaw shifts into a pout position as she silently looks forward >you turn on your CD player https://youtu.be/6EwK0NsKdDY [Embed] >when the song starts, you turn up the volume; trying to drown Rarity's presence >she looks over and gives you an evil eye for the music, but she doesn't say anything >and you were miles past caring about her having a good time >outside is pitch-black by the time you reach the school >you pull into the back of the nearly empty school parking lot, and put the truck in park >your music and the wad of dip in your mouth has calmed you down a little bit >but nowhere near enough to be okay with Rarity >you're about to get out of the truck when you notice that Rarity isn't moving "You gunna get out?" >still pouting, "No." "Rarity, I've had just about enough of you for one lifetime. Get out of my truck." >she turns to you, and in a haughty tone says, >"I'm not moving until you apologize." >every bit of calm you had received from the ride over here was thrown out of the window "What!?" >"I said. Apologize." >the fuse has been blown >you yell out "I AIN'T APOLOGIZIN' FOR SHIT!! I'VE BEEN MORE THAN NICE 'N FORGIVIN' THE WHOLE DAMN NIGHT. YOU'VE BEEN NOTHING BUT DOWN-TALKIN' EVERYTHIN' I AM AND DO. I ain't been on too many dates, BUT I DON'T RIGHTLY SEE HOW IT COULD GET WORSE THAN /YOU!!/" >you reel yourself in, not knowing if you went too far with that.. >you're expecting her to either yell back, >or cry >but something else happens >instead of either of those reactions, she leans in with... >... a seductive look?? >as if a new Rarity you haven't seen the entire night appears in place of the bitchy one, >she says in a cool, low volume >and with a little moan in her voice, >"Then I deserve to be punished." "...hwut?" >she puts a finger at the top of your shoulder and slowly trails it down your arm >"You have been an absolute gentleman to me, while I have been absolutely dreadful all night. I don't suppose you could find it within yourself to... punish me... would you? It would make me feel so much better... getting what I deserve." >there are too many thoughts going on in your head "What in the hell are you goin' on about??" >"I was thinking maybe some... corporal punishment.. might be in order." >wait >you know what she means... >but "Hold it jest a damn second. You acted awful all night on purpose just for this, didn't you?" >she puts on an obviously fake offended look >"What would make you think that, Big Mac??" >it was fake; she didn't mean anything that she said to you >you weren't even mad about that anymore >you furrow your brow "I don't rightly enjoy being played, Miss Rarity. I'm a might irritated at you fer that." >her act is dropped momentarily >she half closes her eyes and looks dead at you pic "Show me." >you spit your dip out of the door >if it was rough she wanted, >rough would be what she gets >and you were still mad enough to give it to her >but you were also turned on enough by her body that what she had in mind wouldn’t be difficult to give >she gets very serious for a second >”Safe word is ‘Cantaloupe.’” >you nod; never had sex where a safe word was needed.. “Aite.” >you looked at her, if for only a second >she /did/ look amazing >the feeling you had at the restaurant of 'I will not touch her' suddenly flies out of the window >you took her smaller body by her waist and threw her into the backseats of the truck >she lets out a "WaahaHA!" >when you get into the back, she's not laying down >and apparently back into her 'character' >"Are, are you going to punish me?" >something about this had you hard as a rock >you gripped her sides and threw her back to the seats, making her lie down "Best believe it." >she gets in your face with a fire in her eyes >”Let’s see what you’ve got, farm boy.” >in what seems like seconds, you’re dressed down >you look up to see that she hasn’t moved >"I'm not taking my dress off for you!!" >you didn't need to; you took the bottom portion of her dress and pulled it up >and she took her panties off >as she does this, you sit down on the seat >then grab her again and put her on top of you, sitting down facing you >you bend her torso to lean towards you, but you shift yours to the side, in order to slap dat ass >and slap it you do >the tightness of her ass when she is practically bent over is unbelievable >her ass jiggles only a little when you slap it, but it does shake in response to your strike >a quiet “Mmmhhmmmm” reaches your ears >something about that makes you want to do it again.. >then she moans out, “More.” >you place your arm back like you’re about to pitch a baseball, then unleash a torrent of smacks to her ass >and they were hard smacks this time, more force with each time you connected >her moans become more powerful each time as well >her white ass starts to shade red from the thrash contacts, and yet Rarity still moans in pleasure >she likes pain >time to insert >no foreplay >no cute romantic gestures >she didn't deserve a gentle start >even if it was a ruse, she said some awful things and played with you >you knew that it was polite to just insert the tip at first; slowly increasing how much you penetrate your female with each thrust >so that is exactly what you wouldn’t do >you position your hips to be right below her own, >you take your dick and shove it in almost all the way down her canal; >as you finish your thrust, you can feel her bodily reaction to what she didn't expect >her walls tightened up and grappled your dick >it takes the breath out of her and she has a cry of pain >her jaw shuts tight as her teeth grind a bit >"That hurt, you plebeian brute!" >your sneer said it all "Good." >you take it a little slower beginning on the next entry >grasping her hips, you swirl her body around your dick as she uses her feet and legs to propel her her body vertically >her breathing is starting to become irregular, more shaping itself around the speed of your actions >you gradually increase speed, feeling your tip glide against the walls of her vagina >your body shifted slightly in expectation for higher speeds and rougher sex >then you grip her hips, pulling and pushing with them; assisting your thrusting >she grabs onto your wrists and squeezes when you thrust inside her >moaning out a mix of pain and pleasure >moans that soon show more pleasure received than pain >she takes over and rides you on occasion, her grace while pleasuring your dick is surprising >"How is this?" she asks "Damn good," >she leans over again, "I want it hard again," >but only you can make her go as fast and hard as you both want it >you straighten your body out on the seat, letting your penis extend fully >as you increase your velocity of hip thrusting, your moans increase in volume >"OhhhhhHOHHH Mac!" she yells >her supple breasts bounce with the same rhythm as your thrusting >your thighs slap against her own every time her body is momentarily lifted off of your own >the sound of your skin to skin contact is almost too hot to handle >hey eyes roll back from pleasure as she gasps for air >you're really giving it to her; she's loves it >you take her by the waist and slam her back onto the seats, lengthwise >with her back to the seat bottom, belly up, >you grab her thighs and forced them into spread eagle, which leaves one of her feet behind the headrest; the other on the floor >as you continue the lord's work, >she occasionally flexes her flat stomach to lift her head up towards you and throw insults to you; every time with an evil smile >"You don't even know when to be gentle, oaf!!" >an evil smile you can reflect "An' you don't know when to shut up!" >the harder you go, the more wet she becomes; making it easier to go further and further inside >she's dripping at this point, but your dick just plows it out of her >between breaths, you say “I’m guessing the guys pissed at ‘cha never had this?” >she rolls her eyes but keeps smug, “Hardly.” >she pulls her head up, and in a moment of surprise toughness; >she headbutts you and bites your lip so hard that you might bleed if you move >your entire motion momentarily stops >with your bottom lip still between her teeth, she makes out a, >”And they will continue not to know about this. Do you understand?” >you slowly move your head up and down >she lets go of your lip >your eyes are wide with surprise >another surprise, which Rarity was apparently full of >because not only is she into this, >but that headbutt damn well hurt! >but it only fuels your desire >still on the seat, you get on your knees and grab her ass; pulling her pelvis up to meet the level of your cock >as you continue your onslaught >you feel her legs twitch, and you see her lip quivering >"You filthy farm animal! Who said you can have me?" >you pull back >only to once again shove every inch of you inside her >when this happens, you feel yourself hitting her cervix as she cries out once again >but this time instead of an insult back to you, >she looks furious as she slaps you across the face >for a moment, you wonder if you went too far, literally and figuratively >but she didn’t call out the safe word so you were good to go >you continually slam your tip against her cervix until her moans of pleasure produce a few tears as well >"Ugh, Ugh; Guh, UGH!" >your tip needs a momentary break as you pull out >you fall back on top of her, placing your head in between her tits >she jiggles them around for you, then stops >she breathes out, eyeliner starting to stain trails of her face >”Choke me.” >you don’t even think about it >missionary style, you thrust once again >except this time you grab her throat; half for lightly choking, half for thrust assist >every once in a while, grasping your hands a little harder to choke her, then giving time for her not to pass out >you see her face slightly turning red, but she’s loving it >she says, struggling to speak >"Big Mac, more!!" >the pleasure rises for the both of you; and you’re starting to sweat >you let go of her neck, letting her breathe >she wraps her arms around your back as her nails roughly scratch your skin >it hurts like all hell, but it’s a good hurt >and probably not as much hurt that you’re giving her >"Please!! Harder!!" >for a second, you thought about playing music >but this wasn’t romance >this was raw, gritty, nasty, and all kinds of dirty >you felt the pressure building up quickly >eyes focused, and a few droplets of sweat on your forehead, you moan out, “Rarity… I’m about ta’..” >with catlike reflexes, Rarity unplugs herself from your dick and flips her body around to where she’s on her hands and knees; still on the truck seats >she wants to finish doggy style >she yells out, “ON MY BACK!! CUM ON MY BACK!!” >with a final thrust, you can feel the flood gates opening >"SHOOT YOUR SEMEN ONTO ME, YOU FILTHY FARM BOY!!" >you pull out of her and place your dick between her ass cheeks as she begins to hot dog the cum out of your dick >and when she flexes her cheeks together, you fire a load so hard that the first volley flies over Rarity’s back, head, and onto the backseat window >the second volley lands square onto her hair, a nice glob of it to contrast her purple follicles >"YES!! MORE!!" >the third and on make a trail straight down her back, leading up to a drip out of the cannon it shot from >as you finally finish cumming, your panting slows back down >you take a second to look at your handiwork, >your load all over Rarity >be Sunset >the food was amazing >the music was amazing >everything about this dinner was amazing >but it was time to go to the dance >onwards and upwards, as they say >walking with Anon towards the exit, you remember something vital >you stop and grab his arm “Anon!! We forgot!” >”Forgot what?” “Pictures!! We didn’t take any pictures!” >he looks like he does care much either way >”I mean, the restaurant is nice and all, but I don’t think it we need to take pictures of it..” >you shoot him a face that says ‘really?’ “No, pictures of /us!/” >”Is that a thing? Were we supposed to do that?” "Yeah it's like a school dance tradition, or something. People get with their friends or just their dates and take a bunch of pictures together." >"Oh," he says looking a bit disappointed >"Sorry about that." "No, no. It's fine. We can just take a few here." >you pull him in and take a few selfies of you two with your phone >he takes the device and does a few as well >then someone takes the phone >TL: “Lemme help.” >”Thanks, Thunder.” >Thunder backs up a little and takes a few snaps >TL: "Alright, just gunna keep this thing snapping." >you change poses on occasion; Anon barely moves >you slap his arm when you look up at him “Anon! Quit mean-mugging and smile, darn it!” >he grins >”No can do. Gangsta life, Sunny.” >several pictures later >as Thunder gave back your phone, he looks to Anon >TL: “So what did you drive here?” >Anon’s face brightens up >”Oh man, c’mon, you gotta see it.” >Thunder calls the other two friends over >the door slams open and four giddy guys race over to the car >you walk outside, but don’t run with them >you stay next to the entrance of the place >you’d let Anon have his fun with his friends before you two left >plus, being a little late to a dance was always a good idea >Anon hops in the car, and starts the engine >the Camaro roars as he pumps the gas in neutral >all of the guys, even Fancy, yell out and holler >the night became even more brisk and chilly by the time you left the restaurant doors >and your dress wasn’t exactly built for heat >you start to shiver a little >goosebumps appear all over your arms and legs >you’re cold, but you don’t want to spoil Anon’s fun before they’re done gawking at the car >and it looks like the cold doesn't bother the guys, at all >Thunder shouts that Anon should spin the tires, which Anon gladly does >the car worship goes on for a while… >several minutes later >Anon drifts around a corner of the parking lot, back to where the guys stand >more hollers ensue >you’re hoping he’s going to be done soon, >because you are absolutely freezing now >he turns off the car >”Alright guys, it’s been fun but I better get going.” >they say their goodbyes and all start walking towards the entrance again >they say goodbye to you as well, then walk past you into their work >Anon, glad that he could show off the ride to his old friends, >asks you, “Ready?” >still freezing, you say “Yeah.” >he holds your hand, about to turn and walk towards the car again >but stops before he even takes a single step >”Sunset, you’re freezing!!” “Yeah, it’s k-kinda cold out here…” >”Why didn’t you go inside for a sec?” >for whatever reason, you didn’t think to do that “I… don’t know.” >he pulls you close and rubs your arms to create some warmth >somehow he was still warm; more like a furnace >you tightened the embrace, trying to pull some of his heat onto you >”Here..” >Anon took off his suit jacket and put it over your shoulders >”Keep it on until you warm up.” “Won’t you get cold though?” >”Nah, I’m good.” “Well, thanks..” >”No problem.” >you hold his hand again, and follow him to the car >”I should have brought a jacket.” >he points to his jacket on your shoulders, and grins >”Nonsense, you already have one.” >as Anon opened the car door for you >you turn and put a hand on his chest >your voice turns a little bubbly “Soooooo, I was wondering something.” pic “Okay?” >”Would you show off the car.. to me?” >he gives you a weird look >”What are you talking about? You’ve already been in it.” >you playfully shake your head “Not what I mean. I mean, show me what it can do.” >”Like… speed? You want to see how fast it can go?” >you excitedly nod your head “Yeah!” >his face turns into a serious look as he thinks on this for a second >but he brightens up again >”Alright, you got it.” >you decided to mess with him a little >you're about to put your leg in the car, but you slightly bend over and wiggle your ass towards him >you expect him to pinch your ass again >instead he grabs you by the hips and pulls you towards him >both of you fully standing up now, there is no space between the back of your dress and the front of his pants >he puts his hands on your midriff; keeping you close >he whispers in your ear >"Getting a little frisky, are we?" >you crane your head up >and as flirty as possible, you say "Not yet," >then the pinch on the butt happens, and you yelp >trying not to smile, you look back at him "You'll pay for that." >without skipping a beat, he says, "Do you take checks?" >you get in the car and he shuts your door >as he walks around, the only thought your mind can come to is, "Yeah, he's getting some tonight." >be Anon >you hop in the car, thinking to yourself Brain: You know you shouldn't go fast again in this car. Remember what happened last time? You promised yourself you wouldn't do that again.. >you very well remember what happened last time >but it was night time and for some reason you believed that for whatever reason, assholes would chill themselves out this time, >and though it was highly unsafe, you already wanted to try it again >Sunset wanted that too, >fuck it >"Are you feeling it?" "Oh, I'm feelin' the need." >Sunset looks at you kinda weird, >"Need for what?" >oh fuck >shit, >it's so corny >it's so cheesy >it's so lame >but you've always wanted to say it >and there would be no better time than right now Brain: Don't you fucking say it. Don't you.. Dick: Nigga... say it. >CHEESE LEVELS MAXIMIZING >you look at Sunset with a look that says "I'm bout to do something badass" "The need.." >you put your hand up for a high five >then Sunny gives a look of understanding and a cheesy smile >then the two palms smack together as you both say, "..for speed!" pic >a second goes by "Wait... you know that movie??" >"Who /hasn't/ seen that movie??" >start the car & CD https://youtu.be/0L-jgk7EIcY [Embed] >hear the song "Man, this song brings back the memories." >you start to slowly pull out of the parking spot >then slowly start to exit the lot >Sunset grabs your arm >"Aww c'mon, that's way too weak for a 'need for speed' time.." >you grin back at her "You're right." >you pull back into the spot, then reverse out >shifting into first, you slam on the gas, spinning the tires to leave the lot >over the loud engine, Sunset yells, "ALLLLRIGHT, THAT'S MORE LIKE IT!!" >you find a sign that says 'Canterlot Express, next exit' https://youtu.be/SOOgbgRV3Ug [Embed] >you've taken it easy on the gas for the most part >saving the best for the expressway >the music is blaring >Sunset has stayed quiet for the most part, >but she's seemed a bit more at ease emotionally since you left the restaurant >in fact, she reached over and grabbed your leg, squeezing a little tighter when the engine roars >but her excitement continues, waiting for the real speed to kick in >"You want your jacket back!?" she yells over the music "No, I'm good!! If you're warm already, throw it in the back!" >"Why?" >this is why Rainbow let you borrow the car >this is what the car was made for >and if Sunset wanted to go fast, >you would go fast "I don't need it, you'll see why soon!" >take the exit for the expressway >next song plays https://youtu.be/EDuSc0J28ns [Embed] >you're on the Canterlot Express >very few cars on the road with you >rolling at a cool 80 >both the road and sky are sleek with darkness, interrupted with your headlights and street lights above >the tires hum over the asphalt >you are currently a modern day Buddha >but instead of oneness with the universe and existence; >you are one with the Beast >there is no world outside of this road >only you, Beast, and Sunset pic >you look over "What's the fastest you've ever gone?" >"I think I went 90 once!" >a chuckle escapes you "Ready to blow that out of the water?" >"Heck yes!!" >the energy from the car pulses through your veins with the adrenaline you feel >and though cars cannot talk, you feel a small voice enter your head from Beast >that quietly says, "Do it, faggot." >your eyes forward to the road again, "Let's fuckin' do this." >downshift and start to floor the gas >the immense torque of the car pulls forward, keeping Sunset's back sealed to the backrest of the seat >Sunset's face is plastered with a wide smile, one that you share with her >the speedometer rises as the lines of the road pass you faster and faster >as the road lines start to blur closer and closer, you feel the handling become more touchy >you pass 100 >quickly look to your date, to find her excitement start to mix with a bit of fear "Hey Sunny, you still feeling the need?" >"I.. I think I stopped feeling the need when we passed triple digit speeds." "Aww c'mon, 100 isn't even that fast!" >"Well, I've never gone this fast before!" >a minute later >as the car hits 120, you aren't comfortable with going any faster >you're not a race car driver, and you're already testing your luck going /this/ fast >plus, it's night time, so visibility isn't great either >but the look on Sunset's face is priceless >though she's still excited, her worry has increased three-fold >her hands have a death grip on her seat, as if she's riding a roller coaster >her eyes wide open, glued to the road ahead >"Are you sure this is a good idea??" "Nope!" >your response makes her face go pale "I thought you wanted to go fast??" >"I do, but we're practically FLYING!" >you decide it is an opportune time to tease her "Feel like going faster!?" >she answers back a little too fast, "NOPE I'M GOOD." >to test how scared she is, you ever-so-slightly jerk the wheel a little >not enough to be dangerous or move at all really, >but enough to where Sunset's hands fly over her eyes, covering her vision of what she thinks is going to cause a crash >she screams out, "ANON!!!!" >you have yourself a long laugh from her reaction, but you also slow down for her >taking the exit you needed to get to school, you're back at regular speeds again >you get on the main road, and turn down the music >you look over to see Sunset catching her breath "Was that too slow for you?" you jest >"Oh my god, no. I like going a little fast but what you did was suicide. I'll admit though... it was kinda fun." "Yeah? How are you feeling?" >she takes a deep breath and wipes non-existent sweat off of her forehead >"Honestly? A little scared... a little turned on.." >your brain hears 'turned on' and immediately you hear circus noises in your head >look over with an eyebrow cocked "Turned on? Ya know I could probably.." >she interrupts you with a giggle, then saying, "Drive to the dance, Speedracer." >next song https://youtu.be/hsi5P9ltAig [Embed] >"And if you think that you're just getting away with jerking the wheel back there, think again." "Oh yeah? What are you going to do?" >"Nothing... while you're driving." >you pull into the school campus, and head towards the gym >you make sure to shift into neutral and rev the engine a copious amount of times; making your presence known in the car >a couple of people walking towards the doors see you in the car and wave >or maybe they're waving at Sunset >either way >feelsgoodman >you get to the back of the parking lot, and find a spot you like >park >as the engine dies to a silence, a calm silence envelopes the inside of the car "Ready?" >Sunset pulls out her purse >"Give me a second to check my makeup." >you sigh "Sunny, you look great. No need for more makeup." >checking her compact mirror, she reapplies some areas with her beautification tools >"You know for someone who didn't even want to go to this dance, you sure are anxious to get inside." >huh "Fair point. Still, it just seems unnecessary." >"That's because you're a guy. Guys don't have to shave their legs, put on makeup, or give birth." >you chuckle again "Yeah and it only cost working our entire lives to pay for the women." >"Hey now, some women work too!" >you both share a snicker, >as she does her work, you look around >a couple cars are near your own >but one truck in particular is bouncing pretty heavily >not taking your eyes off of the truck, "Hey Sunny, looks like some people couldn't wait until after the dance." >she stops what she was doing to look at what you're looking at >"Ha, yeah I guess so." >she finishes up and says, "Okay, I'm ready." >you get out of the car and open her door >as Sunset gets out of the car, showing a little leg while doing so, you reach back and grab your suit jacket >you're about to put it on when you feel a light gust of nippy wind hit your body >and you see the goosebumps rise on Sunset's arms >you put the jacket over her shoulders again >she looks away for a second, pulling the jacket over herself tightly >then steals a quick peck on your cheek >and proceeds to run away from you towards the gym "And where do you think you're going?" >"You have to catch me, sports star!" >her heels don't allow much speed, so you catch up by only power-walking >upon getting next to her, you poke her side, sending her hips flying in the other direction >"No! I'm ticklish!" >cue evil grin "Oh, you shouldn't have told me that.." >as you're about to go full-on side tickling to Sunset, you hear two squeaky doors open >turn around >it's Big Mac... >exiting the truck that was previously using natural hydraulics >you immediately stop at the sight >your date, who had prepared herself for the tickle fight, saw you stop and did so as well >"What is it?" >as she turns her eyes to see what you are looking at, >you and Sunset meet eyes with Big Mac and Rarity >no one moves >and save for the distant and muffled music coming from the gym >a pen drop could have been heard >in hindsight, you weren't sure if your jaw dropped harder than Sunset's, >but both jaws hit some distance >Sunset's voice, barely above a mumble, >"No..." "Fucking..." >"Way..." >your mouth was so widely opened that it could have caught flies >but the excitement for your newer friend is too much for your smile to not be apparent >your body goes into a triple threat stance as you put your hands on your head and yell out "BIG MAC... ARE YOU SERIOUS!?" >SS: "Rarity!?" >Rarity's cheeks are set aflame as she realizes there is no way she could spin this one >Mac tried to sport his nonchalant gaze, but it slowly waxed into a light grin >he scratches the top of his head and says, "Uhh, erm... eeyup." >SS: "Rarity.. that was you...?" >Rarity loses her look of shock >R: "Anon, Sunset... Big Mac and myself would very much so appreciate it if we could all keep this, under wrap, as they say. Neither of us want this to be public knowledge." >there is silence >Rarity becomes a bit worried >R: "You can do that... right?" >SS: "Of course Rarity. We can do that." >you're not listening to any of this, still holding back the urge to have a celebratory dance for Mac, right on the spot >Sunset gives you a light elbow to your ribs, signaling that you should say something "Right. Yes. Absolutely." >as Rarity pulls Mac towards the gym, Sunset does the same with you >Mac gets close enough to sneak in a fistbump while the ladies weren't looking >Rarity and Mac walk faster towards the gym than yourself and Sunset do, so you walk behind them >SS: "Rarity, were you working on an art project earlier?" >you look to Sunset, silently questioning why she would ask such a random question >Rarity turns for a moment >R: "Why no... why do you ask?" >all too innocently, Sunset says, >SS: "It looks like you got a little glue on your dress.." >Rarity's eyes go wide as she shrieks and turns to Mac, "BIG MAC YOU IMBECILE!!!! YOU MISSED A SPOT!!!" >you stand up straight again, still unable to control your bellowing laughter >Rarity sends a look of fury towards you that was so intense, it would make most piss their pants >but what had just transpired was too golden to care about her death-look >Sunset realized her mistake midway through Rarity's screaming and decided to put some distance between you two and the other couple >"Oh my god, Anon. I feel so embarrassed for her now.. I shouldn't have said anything." "No no, that was priceless. Plus, at least someone caught it before she got inside the gym." >"Well, I guess so." >even Sunset held back a little giggle >"That would have been a nightmare for her." "See? Sunny saves the day for her friends." >she holds your hand as the two of you continue towards the gym >not much is said for a bit, but in the moment, your mind plays a tune https://youtu.be/Fra-m7RNMrU [Embed] >you open the main gym doors for Sunset as she gracefully struts in >in the lobby for the gym, next to the door to the actual basketball courts where the dance is held, >it a table with school administrators sitting behind it >"Good evening you two," says the eldest women administrator >"Tickets, please," says another >Sunset reaches inside the breast-area of her dress and waves them in front of your nose before handing them over to the women >the tickets smelled amazing and shared the same soft yet elegant perfume smell that Sunset had >and the thought of /something/ being between her tits like that made your knees go weak >but you had to be the man about it and handle it; like every other situation you faced this week >knees strong, the women behind the table accounted for the tickets >"Go on in, and have a wonderful evening!" >you open the door, and the music blasts you https://youtu.be/jBKzCjFnxgg [Embed] >it was so loud that you could /feel/ the music in your body >whatever DJ this was, obvious brought some of his own speakers to add to the pre-existing ones in the gym >the gym itself was fairly dark, being that the regular lights were off; these lights being replaced by colored lights used for atmosphere >then you saw how many people were in the gym dancing, and you had no idea that this dance was so popular here >tables for snacks and drinks were set out in the perimeter and several teachers/administrators at random spots chaperoning >but everyone seemed to really be enjoying themselves >it didn't look nearly as formal as you thought it would, >and if the dance went along in this manner, >you could dig it https://youtu.be/qn9AeUK-jG4 [Embed] >the first friend you see is Norman, who is at the drink table getting two cups of the punch beverage >you take a step towards him, which is then that you notice: Sunset grabbed onto your arm "I want to say hey to some of the boys before we dance." >"No problem! I'll say hello to them too." >with the blaring music, you have to speak at a level just below yelling just to be heard >before you open your mouth to Norman, he sees you and waves you over >N: "Anon, you made it!" "Hell yeah, man." >he puts the drinks down and you exchange a bro's handshake >N: "Hi, Sunset." >SS: "Hey Norman." "So Norm, where's Moondancer?" >he points to a rather large group of people dancing >N: "She's over there somewhere! I'll go get her over here." >you reach out your hand, about to object, but he's already long gone >you would eventually say hello to almost everyone; no need to interrupt her dancing >but oh well >still, you were glad they were at least for the dance >in a few seconds, he comes back with Moondancer in tow >she's beaming with excitement >M: "Sunset! Anon! This is so much fun!" >SS: "Moondancer, you look great! Glad you're having fun, too. I'll join in the dancing in a little while." >meanwhile, you and Norm talk a little quieter to each other, out of the girls' hearing range "Ay, Moondancer is looking pretty good, man. Making any moves tonight?" >N: "Yeah she is; Sunset looks great too, man. I don't know though, dinner with Moondancer was great. I just don't want to make her uncomfortable..." >you pat him on the shoulder "Look who actually cares about a girl's feelings!" >he nervously chuckles >N: "Yeah... I really like her. Anon, what do you think I should do??" >another handshake "Don't worry about shit, Norm. Have a good time and don't worry about anything." >N: "I'll try. Still, we both got pretty lucky this week; getting the dates we got, didn't we?" "Damn right, we did." https://youtu.be/nLBlOhihhrg [Embed] "Think about it this way, Norman. I'm no school dance expert, but I'm led to believe that girls are usually pretty open to things on dance nights. All of the moving and friends and guys around them.. it would make sense." >"It's not like that, Anon. She's something really special. Like, it's like I don't even want to fool around with her. She's just so interesting. You wouldn't believe how much she knows about...freaking everything. I just like spending time with her." "That's really gay, Norman." >"Anon..." "I'm kidding, I'm happy for you Norman. Make the most of tonight; make her happy. Judging from her face, you're already doing a good job of that." >he smiles, and walks off to dance with her >across the gym you see a couple of your football teammates hanging around another punch table with their dates >checking to make sure Sunset is still occupied, you see that more girls have grouped next to her, all giving compliments and talking >you walk over to mingle with the team, and meet their dates >on the way to your team, a few acquaintances say 'hi' to you; some even compliment how you look >you are hailed by the seniors before you reach their locale with things such as "Ay, Anon's here!" and "Bow to the King!" "Fellas, how's the dance tonight?" >one senior speaks up; it was the 'game show host' guy >"It's been good man. How's your head?" "Feeling better; you guys bring some hot dates?" >he turns to the rest of the group >"Well I don't know about these guys, but I sure did." >a few of the team guys could be heard mumbling "Fuck you" >"Anon, meet my date; Derpy." >Derpy walks to his side and gives you a cute little wave, "Hi Anon." >Derpy had on a modest looking, lime green dress >nothing fancy, nothing over done; and the look fit her well "Derpy, that's a nice dress!" >senior puts a hand around her side, "I keep trying to tell her that but she won't believe me." "Why not?" >Derpy shugs, "It's not fancy like a lot of the other girls' dresses." "Hey, doesn't have to be fancy to look good." >the senior rubs her side in an attempt to convey meaning, "Yeah, what Anon said. It's like that meninist thing we learn in art class this week." "You mean minimalist?" >"Yeah, that shit! Anyways, we're saying that you look great, babe." >you couldn't be sure, but it looked like Derpy felt better about her dress after that >you certainly hoped she did; she seems sweet >you walk by the couple to talk to some of the other guys >5 minutes later >phone buzzes >1 new message >from Flash >[Yo, you at the dance?] [Yeah, are you?] >still in conversation, you wait for Flash to respond >but after a few minutes, there is none "Hey guys, have you seen Flash tonight?" >one speaks up, "I saw him when I first walked in, but not since then." >huh >how is he going to reveal this big surprise if he's not even here? >then you see Freshman coming towards you and the team >"Hey Mr. Anon?" "What's up Freshman?" >he looks away, embarrassed >"I asked that girl, Sweetie Belle, to the dance... and she said no." >not only do you hear him say this, most of the other guys did too >you thought they would make fun of him, but instead the opposite happened >there was a respectful silence for the kid "Well... did she say why?" >"She uh, she said that she was already going with her friends." "Oh, well that's not that bad. Ask her to dance with you tonight and see what she says." >he nods his head >"Okay. Thanks Mr. Anon." "Hey man, don't worry about it. And stop calling me mister Anon. It's just Anon." >"Right, okay. I'll try." >he scurries off https://youtu.be/vWD7k6TrJ-g [Embed] >you get a weird look, then look towards the guys "How do you even dance to this?" >"I don't think you're supposed to.." "Whatever.." >one of the guys speaks up again >"Anon, give us some advice on how to get-some tonight!!" >a few cheers and 'yeah!'s go by "Guys, I'm not some kinda pro a picking up women or anything.." >"Bullshit! We saw you come in with Sunset!" >a couple of freshmen walk over to you, bowing at your feet >freshmen: "Bless us with your knowledge, Senpai." >you pull them off of their knees "C'mon guys, don't fucking bow at me. My date probably saw that..." >seniors: "GET THE FUCK UP FRESHMAN, YOU HEARD HIM." >the freshmen stand up, then salute you >FACEPALM INTENSIFIES >freshmen: "How do we achieve Sunset-tier dates, Anon?" >you take your hand off of your face "You can start by not saluting me, or doing anything weird like that for the rest of the night." >commence de-salute Brain: Just think of some obvious bullshit. >with awaiting ears and eyes all around you, you softly say "She can't say 'yes' if you never ask." >from their reactions, one might have thought you had just cured cancer >"HOLY SHIT. BRUH, HE'S RIGHT..." >"Wait, so we should ask and just make them do it?" >"No, you fucking idiot, he means that we'll never know if the girl wants to do it with us unless we sack up and ask them." >"Oh, yeah, that's way less rapey.." https://youtu.be/cyUJU9T1048 [Embed] "Seriously though, what's up with these songs??" >you look around and sure enough, most people are as confused as you are >the DJ isn't doing anything >nobody is dancing >but the song continues >you look over to the stage at the end of the gym; nothing there and curtains are closed >then Celestia's voice comes over the speakers >PC: "Welcome, students of CHS and guests." >a light shines towards the stage, revealing Celestia walking up the side steps in front of the curtains >she speaks into her microphone, >PC: "I am very pleased to announce a surprise that I think you all will enjoy. As many of you know, the regional Battle of the Bands is being held later this month. After going through many auditions to see which band would represent this wonderful school, one was finally chosen. To kick things off tonight, I have asked this band to play a few songs for us before the DJ continues his set." >as she says this, the curtain opens, revealing the dark, unlit stage behind her >fog pours onto the stage from fog machines "Hey, this looks like it might be cool..." >PC: "Certain members from previous Battle of the Bands have come together to make one single band. Their band name shares our city's name. Ladies and gentlemen, representing CHS at the Battle of the Bands... "Canterlot"!! https://youtu.be/M9otKKduwBM [Embed] >a fair amount of people applaud, including yourself >Celestia walks off of the stage and the light goes off again >you get closer to the stage, and see a few people's silhouettes >one looks like Flash with a guitar >but you can't make out the rest >what you can see, however, >is someone with a bass guitar, another electric guitarist, a drum set, and someone in front of a mic >you hear a guy's voice over the speakers say, "Hey guys, tonight we have three of our original songs for you." >that voice sounds familiar >a single spotlight shines on the guy in front of the mic stand, >it's Freshman, and he says, "Are you ready?" >one of the football guys points and says, "Look, it's Freshman!" >the crowd response was limited, but a few people cheer >the atmospheric music fades down to nothing >several lights pointed towards the stage turn on, fully revealing the band members, including Flash >a head nod from the Freshman towards Flash, and Flash begins to play https://youtu.be/ef65cLi1gpY [Embed] Replace every instance of 'Boston' with 'Canterlot' >as the instruments come together, Freshman starts singing, >and he's pretty good, too pic >Brawly Beats on drums, Thunderbass on bass, Flash and Valhallen on guitars, and the Freshman leading the vocals, >the whole band is playing tighter than >virgin pussy >your head knows no other response than to nod to the rhythm "Holy hell, they're actually pretty good." >one of the guys next to you, "You said it." >some of the people who were hesitant to join in on the fun soon found themselves closer to the stage, enjoying themselves >as the song ends, there is a moment of silence in the crowd >which is then replaced by applause and cheering >the smiles of the band members are wide and joyful >Freshman: "That was our song, 'Rock 'n Roll Band'. 'Feelin Satisfied' is the next one." https://youtu.be/uHU7EdyAYrg [Embed] >again, Flash plays an intro riff and the band follows along >you feel a hand on your arm >SS: "There you are!" >she positions herself in front of you, facing the band like you are >SS: "They're really good!" "I know, Flash is killing that guitar!" So C'mon! Now put your hands together! Now C'mon. Put your hands together! >at that point in the song, Sunset is the first to start clapping to the beat >you join after her, and most everyone else follows after you >you look down at Sunset "Shit, if homecoming is always this awesome, I've been missing out for sure." >SS: "It's usually pretty fun, but we've never had this before! Do you think they would let me sing in their band?" >your mind pictures her singing in a rock band "One can only get so hard, Sunny." >eventually the song ends to a roar of applause, cheering, and whistling >Freshman: "Thanks everyone. Our last song is a slow song for the King and Queen dance." >at this, most people make a big circle around the center of the gym >Sunset turns and looks up at you >SS: "Ready for our first slow dance?" "Hell yes, I am." >she takes your hand as you both walk past the perimeter of the giant circle >Vanhallen brings out his 12 string acoustic and plays this opening riff https://youtu.be/QooWldETrcM [Embed] >Sunset puts her arms around your neck and you place your hands slightly above her hips >as you commence the slow dance, she follows your movements perfectly >people all around, watching your every move >but instead of feeling judgment in your actions, you feel a support from the onlookers "Is it weird if we talk during this?" >she shakes her head >"Not at all, if you want to." >she looks to you >"What do you think, so far?" "The dance? It's pretty good so far, but why isn't anyone else dancing?" >"It's the King and Queen dance; only we are supposed to dance to this song. Everyone joins in afterwards." "The King doth protest; it feels weird just being watched.." >she shrugs >"Yeah, it kinda does. But I can get into it; at least I'm dancing with you and not some other guy.." "Hey, three cheers for that. Do we have the last dance as well?" >"Nope, we can leave whenever we want." >huh "This dance has almost as much tradition as what the team does on game days." >she scoffs >"I don't know about that," >your about to respond, but camera flashes blind your eyes >you squint your eyes in response "Jeez, you'd think we're runway models..." >"You don't like pictures?" "No, I just don't like being blind." >"Quick; smile for the pictures!" "I kinda want to mean-mug again.." >she exhales >"Please don't.." >but it was far too late >your fake death stares to the people taking pictures made some of them put the cameras down "Too late." >"..sometimes I hate you." >you laugh, and she joins with you >and at that very moment, Photo Finish snaps a picture of you too >looking in each other's eyes, smiling with laughter >Photo looks at the picture saved onto her camera and grins, "Perfect. That's a yearbook keeper for sure." >the song ends >you let go of Sunset to join in clapping for the band >the guys put down their instruments and walk to backstage, out of sight >DJ takes over again https://youtu.be/e2HSHHf37eQ [Embed] >the next song starts and Sunset pulls you in again >you start slowly moving again >look around, and now many more people are slow dancing as well >the mutual smile ensues once again >she puts her head on your chest for a moment, then pulls her head back to look at you again >"Anon, there's something I want to tell you.." "Okay. Go for it." >still paying attention to her, you take a quick look towards the stage; waiting to congratulate Flash >"It's just.. I'm sure if I should say this yet..." "Uhh.. okay." >she shakes her head, in hopes to shake off her doubt >"Anon, I.." >in what seemed like less than a second, Sunset is bumped out of your arms, >only to be replaced with Trixie >Trixie, now in your arms for the dance, >T: "Don't mind if I bump in, do you?" >it happened so fast that you had to shake your head and look again to make sure you weren't seeing things >irritated, "We were in the middle of something, Trixie." >Sunset is standing off to your side, surprised, >then seemingly disappointed >SS: "No, it's okay. I'll.. just get some punch." >and like that, she walks off >as you see this, it hits you that Sunset might have said something important >and now she's walking away.. >look back at Trixie, >now you're very irritated >she has an menacing smile >T: "It's rude to not text a girl back, you know." >same song still playing >T: "Especially if the girl sends you some, /private/ information." >you want to go after Sunset, >but you owe Trixie two dances from your promise.. >still, >if she's going to be rude to Sunset, you'll not hold back on your sarcasm "Trixie, what a /lovely/ surprise. Run out of other people to bother?" >achievement unlocked: "Burn Notice" >"No I haven't, because I have you here now." >she pulls you a little closer >"..and I /do/ look lovely, don't I?" >you take a look, and she's wearing the same dress from the picture she sent you "The dress looks familiar; except last time I saw it, it was half off of your body. How many other guys got that message?" >she gets your burn and tries to not look angry >"Why would you care? Plus, don't act like you haven't thought about it." "Thought about what?" >"Oh please, Anon. Let's not stand on ceremony. Your date, while I must is quite the catch, isn't your only option for what we'll call, the afterparty." >your mind has a moment of weakness >as irritating as she was, she still had those killer thighs.. Brain: Yeah, just drop everything you've built with Sunset... >moment of weakness status: over "I have a better idea. Don't interrupt Sunset when she's talking again." >out of the corner of your eye, you see Flash and the band enter the dance floor >song ends >you need to get away from Trixie for now; you need time to think on how to handle this properly >you let go of her "I'm going to talk to my friends." >"You still owe me one more dance; you promised!" >you turn your head as you're already walking off "I know." >next song plays https://youtu.be/oT3mCybbhf0 [Embed] >you stop in mid stride as soon as the vocals >swiftly look at the DJ >he has a trollface >that motherfucker.. >you turn back and walk again towards Flash >his wide grin tell you how he feels before he even says a word >you do a secret handshake with Flash "Flash, that fucking rocked!" >"Man, I was so nervous at first but it worked out!" "Hell yeah it did; you're practically /fishing/ for blowjobs at this point." >he shrugs in disbelief >"I don't know about that, man..." >Octavia walks up to you two >OM: "Hello Anon," >she turns to Flash >OM: "Flash, you were absolutely amazing on stage.." >you cheese pretty hard at Flash >she hands Flash a small piece of paper >OM: "I hope you don't mind if I give you my number?" >Flash awkwardly takes the piece of paper >FS: "Uhh, yeah that's fine." >OM: "Would it be alright if my first guitar lesson is at my home?" >realizing what she meant, you turn your head away and cover your mouth closed >to keep from hollering >FS: "Yeah, yeah that would be okay." >Octavia has a great big smile >OM: "Wonderful. May I ask for a dance?" >he looks at you, then back to her >FS: "Sure, I'll find you when I'm done talking." >she walks away, pleased >a few seconds go by and Flash looks at you >"What just happened?" "Honestly if I knew any music puns I would totally use one." >you wrap and arm around his shoulder "You, my friend, are getting laid." >out of your vision, >Freshman walks out and is greeted by Sweetie Belle >she is ecstatic over his performance and asks him all kinds of musical questions >turns out she's really into singing as well >he's a bit startled by her changed view of him, but readily accepts it and asks her to dance >she, of course, accepts >as you speak to Flash, >you spot Freshman about to walk by, walking with Rarity's sister >stop him "Freshman, you're pretty damn good at singing. Where did those pipes come from?" >"Oh, uh, I don't know. I kinda like singing every once in a while and Flash heard me one time.." >Flash nods >FS: "Yeah man, he's good." >you feel a weird sense of pride for the kid "Keep it up, Freshman." >you see Sweetie Belle next to him "I take it she wants to dance now?" >he looks a little embarrassed as he checks her reaction before he says, "Uh yeah." >Sweetie has been silent the entire time, but she looks irritated as she says, "You know he has a name, right?" >it hits you that you don't actually know his name >and after his performance, adding to the fact that he's getting the women now, "Freshman, what's your name, kid?" >"Rumble. I'm Rumble." >the name rings a bell, though you don't remember why "Why does that name sound familiar?" >"I'm Thunderlane's little brother. I live at dad's place over here, but he's told me about you before." >the light bulb above your head turns on as you remember Thunder talking about Rumble before "Well, let's not repeat any of Thunder's stories, got it?" >some of your shenanigans from the past need not be told >"Y-yeah, of course." >you pat his back "From now on you are no longer Freshman, but rather, Rumble." >as if most of the football team spawned around you before you said this, >the guys who hear it say in unison, "Let it be so." >he just looks at you wide-eyed, understanding his promotion >then he grows a grin >"Sweet." >then walks off with Sweetie Belle >maybe Freshman was a boss after all... >as he walks off, you feel your mouth and throat being extremely dry >you look to Flash "I need something to drink; I'll be right back." >one of the guys from the team speaks up >"I'll get it for you, Anon." "Are you sure?" >"Seriously man; I got you." >as much as you hated to admit it, being the football team's favorite had some advantages "Well, okay. If you're sure.." >the guy leaves and comes back with a cup full of punch >"Here you go, Anon." >you were so thirsty that you didn't even need to taste the punch >you just needed to not be thirsty anymore >you open up your throat and pour the contents of the cup right past your tongue >as the cup is emptied, your throat has a familiar burn to it >you begin to cough a little "What is this??" >the guy who got your drink starts to laugh >"Can't handle your alcohol, Anon?" "I know it's alcohol! I handle alcohol fine, but I'm not supposed to drink with my pain meds!" >the guys around you aren't laughing anymore >instead they stop what their doing to try and help >"Shit man, are you going to be okay?" >you take a moment to stop coughing from the unexpected alcohol "I... don't know. Gimme a minute and we'll see. If I get fucked up though..." >"Don't worry man, we'll make sure you're okay. Sorry, Anon... I didn't know.." "It's okay, man. I like to drink on occasion but I'm honestly not supposed to right now." >"Bruh, we told you we were going to spike the punch.." >you think on this >and then you remembered that they indeed did tell you this >flashback >talking to seniors at lunch >"No shame in going stag, too. Dance with more girls that way." >another speaks up >"And don't tell anyone but we're spiking the punch this year." >real time >fugg "Okay, I'm going to hang here for a few minutes and we'll see how I feel. It wasn't /that/ much, so I should be okay." >"Alright. Sorry again, man." "It's cool, I forgot you guys were doing that. Speaking of which, how much liquor did you put in that?" >"It's like half and half, man." >facepalm >a minute goes by and the effects still haven't hit "Hey, wait a second. The teachers and administrators are here as well. How are you guys not going to get in trouble for spiking the drink?" >he chuckles >"We got a system going for this. All of us take turns waiting at the table as we serve whoever needs a drink. If one of us or someone cool comes by, we give them some of the spiked stuff. If a teacher or a tattle comes by, we give them the clean stuff. No one is the wiser." >you think on this for a second "Wow.. that's actually genius." >a few minutes of talking go by >then the alcohol hits you in mid conversation "..then Rainbow dropped off a Camaro for me to drive all day today and..." >you stop talking >the senior is looking at you, waiting for you to finish the sentence >"Hey buddy, you okay?" >your vision wasn't spinning and your balance was alright >but you could definitely feel the difference that the pain killers made >which apparently made you far more susceptible to the effects of the drink >you weren't fully aware of it >but your inhibitions flew right out of the window "Actually, I feel /damn/ good!" >the guys puts a hand on your shoulder >"Maybe you should chill here for a little bit longer.." "Nah man! I'm good!" >you turn and walk towards the dancing >throw your hands in the air and yell "TIME TO DANCE WITH SOME LADIESSS!!" >another senior walks up to the guy who gave you the drink >"If he fucks up his chances with Sunset, it's your ass." >"Fuck, I know.." >next song https://youtu.be/B1wOK9yGUYM [Embed] >usually you would contain yourself concerning things you weren't good at or acquainted with >things on this list: dancing >but you're feeling far too good to care about being contained >you step past the outer layer of people dancing, making your way to the middle of the crowd >while doing so, your movements and gyrations become more and more animated >it's not exactly pretty to look at, but the energy you're giving off is contagious "Make way for the KING!" >some people are noticing your out-of-character actions but set that aside due to the fun you're bringing >in the middle of your dancing, Apple Bloom approaches you >"Hey Anon? Can I ask you somethin'?" >you look at her pic "Aww look who looks adorable." >you reach over and mess with her bow >"Uhh, thanks?" she says, caught off guard by the compliment "No problem; what's up?" >"Can we talk for a second?" >she wants to talk somewhere else, probably out of the range of prying ears >but you're not paying attention enough to notice that "Dance and talk." >"Well, okay." >she lightly dances in front of you as she speaks >"See, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle both got asked to the dance, but I didn't. Am I doin' something wrong? Do I not look good enough to be asked out?" >normally you would take more time to ponder a response to a question that held such severity and meaning >but instead, you spit out, "'Okay?' Nope." "'Okay?' Nope." >she stops dancing immediately with a look of sadness pic >"W-what??" "You look cute as hell! Way better than 'okay'!! I don't know why no one asked you, but it's not because you're ugly or anything. If I had to guess it might be because their scared of what Big Mac and Applejack would do if they hurt your feelings." >upon hearing your full response, her sadness is replaced with happiness as she goes back to dancing >"You really think so?" "Hell yeah." >"Well then do you think you could talk to Applejack and Big Mac about it? I don't need them to be flippin' out on anyone who asks me out." >fuck it, why not? "Sure, I can do that." >she stops dancing to give you a hug >"Thanks Anon. I can see why AJ still likes ya." >wat >you're about to hug her back when she says this >instead you lightly grab her shoulders and put some separation between you two "Wat?" >realizing her mistake, her eyes widen >"I DIDN'T SAY NOTHIN'." >then you remember that AJ texted you while you were at the restaurant >you had to talk to her anyway... >"Uh, anyways... you smell like Mac on a Saturday night." >you pop a grin, momentarily forgetting about Applejack "What, like the liquor he slams or the women he slams?" >Applebloom immediately stops dancing and looks nauseous >"I... /really/ didn't need to hear that..." >as the song ends, your boisterous laughing can be heard by almost everyone >you leave the center of the group; you should find Sunset >as you exit the formation of dancers >you see Fluttershy sitting down by herself >part of you wants to go over to her and grab a dance with her >but the other part of you knows you should find your date before she thinks you're leaving her out to dry for the dance >though you would definitely have that dance with Flutters eventually >for now, you shoot a wave towards her >she sees it and gives one back >you go around to the perimeter of the gym and walk around to find Sunset >this is also where the chaperons are >you walk past Celestia, Luna, Cheerilee and a few others as well >then you pass a corner of the gym >low and behold, there she is >but it's not Sunset >it's Redheart >your influenced eyes catch a hold of her as you momentarily stop your walking "Sheeiiiitttt." >thinkingofSunset.exe has stopped working >you walk quickly towards the nurse as you practically feel the intoxication getting higher with the accelerated heart rate "YO REDHOT!" >much like the day dream you had in her office days ago, Cherry Pie plays in your head as you near her >and she looked /real/ good >a nice red dress with matching long gloves that covered most of her arms >she looks at you with mild frustration >"85, I'm going to stitch your mouth shut if you call me Red-Hot again in public." >you feel your confidence levels going through the roof >with a shit-eating grin, "Then let's go somewhere private." >she waits a second, the heartily laughs >"Not even in your dreams, Anon." >you knew you didn't stand a chance in hell >but trying anyways never hurt "Had to try. You look fucking fantastic." >she raises an eyebrow, still grinning >"Feeling forward, are we?" >she shakes her head and looks off towards the people dancing >"Maybe if you were 10 years older.." >unfazed by her rejection, you go for her hand with your own "I'll settle for a dance, then." >"I don't know, 85. Celestia already complained about the 'modesty' of my dress. I don't need her mad about me for dancing with the students." >still cheesin' "But Celestia is only a principal; this is an order from the King." >Redheart's face = pic >"You know what? For that one, you get /one/ dance." >pulling her closer to the dancing, the next song starts https://youtu.be/JQLF37csfhI [Embed] "Hey this is perfect; a song from your time!" >she scoffs >"I'm 28, not 50." >getting closer to the dancing, you yell out "MAKE WAAAYYYYYYYYYY!" >people turn to see you with Redheart in tow >some of the guys see this and go, "No way..." >when you get to the center, some people have formed a Soul Train line >you get in line with Redheart and clap to the beat >you watch as some of the people going down the line have some sweet moves >every time someone pulls out a fresh move you holler out "YYEEEAAAHHH!!" >then it's your turn to go down the middle >your starting move is to ninja kick in the air, then flail your arms around while rotating your shoulders; all while slowly moving forward >next to you is Redheart, who in contrast is very smooth with her dancing >some of the guys holler out to you and offer up fistbumps as you go down the line >eventually the song ends >the cheers and hollers from the guys did not fly over her head >"So am I a trophy now?" "Doubt it. I take my trophies home." >you walk her back to where she was before your dance >she has a good chuckle as she gets her purse pulls something out of it >she opens your mouth and puts a few mints in, then lifts up your jaw to close your mouth >"I could smell it when you first walked up to me. Sober up before you leave." >then she walks away, still laughing at your nonsense attempts to hit on her >Current mission: Find your date >Mission status: In progress >your time with RedHot has only boosted your confidence further >your self-awareness recognizes that you probably wouldn't be behaving in this manner if you were sober; but so far, this was definitely working out for you >you sift through the groups of people but have yet to spot the beautiful blonde and red hair >you turn a corner and you see her at a table talking to Twilight >you hadn't seen her since you had the drink >and your alcohol goggles made her even more beautiful than before, which was something you didn't think was possible Balls: Whew lad... >her back is to you, so she doesn't see you coming >your mind spawns a plan, one that normally you wouldn't go through with >but under the influence, the little voice that normally says "You shouldn't do that" is silenced >all you can hear is Alcohol Man saying, "Do it, faggot." >cue evil grin >music is being played in the gym, but all your mind can hear is https://youtu.be/gTeMdsKq0d0 [Embed] >you get close enough to touch her and you wrap your arms around her from behind >she turns her head to check and make sure it's you and not some other guy >as she sees part of your face, she hears "There she is," spoken in her ear >then you start to softly bite her earlobe >Twilight sees this and stops what she's saying, eyes wide pic >T: "Oooooooookay then..." >she walks off >Sunset's eyes become half-lidded from your surprise attack >she bites her lower lip >"Anonnnnn" she purrs out >"People can see us.." >her reaction only adds gasoline to the flame of your intoxication; not only of substance, but your desire for her "Let 'em watch." >Mission status: Fucking Accomplished >she leans her head back for a moment, mouth slightly open and you hear air leave her lungs >she takes control of herself again and turns around with a similar grin that you had >"Save it for later, 85." >you pump your fist in the air and yell out "DANGER ZOOOOONNNEEE, BABY!!" >she giggles, "You're so weird sometimes.." >and kisses you on the lips >her eyes open wide in the middle of the kiss, and she pulls herself away from you >worried and fearful, she asks, "Is that alcohol on your breath??" >fugg >this time, her reaction pulls you away from the drunken celebratory mood "Ummmmm, maybe..?" >and now she's pissed >"Anon!! You have to drive me home after this!!! I can't drive stick!" >Alcohol Man brushes past the severity of the situation to see the possible double entendre "You sure about that?" >this only made her more pissed >"This isn't a joke, Anon!! How are we getting home now??" >you put your hands out in front of you, signaling her to calm down >and a more sober part of your mind realizes the merit of her frustration "Look, it was an accident. Some of the guys spiked the punch and I forgot they were going to do that. I was real thirsty so I slammed the whole cup before I knew my mistake. It's only because it's mixed with the pain meds that I'm feeling this way. I should be sober as a gopher by the time we leave." >as she's aware of your tendency towards alcohol, she has a shadow of doubt >but she wants to believe you >"Are you telling me the truth?" >as much of a boss you were feeling only seconds ago, the feeling was flushed down the toilet "Of course! I-I wouldn't ruin your night like that by /trying/ to get drunk before I had to drive again, I swear." >she looks away from you >outside of your view, her face depicts a mental conflict >be Sunset >the night had been perfect, right up until you tasted the alcohol on his lips >your first thought was, 'how could he do this?' >his drinking didn't really bother you; heck, you had some at the restaurant before this to calm your nerves >but to drink at the dance when he's supposed to drive you home wasn't an okay thing to do >still, you took a mental step back as he explained himself >if it really was an accident, then you couldn't blame him >and if he was right, then he would be sober by the time you wanted to leave >and you wanted to believe that it was an accident >everything that had transpired pointed to him doing everything right, and you didn't want that to change >still looking away, you ask "Are you going to drink more tonight?" >"No way. First time was an accident; won't happen again." >you turn to look at him again, sincerity in his eyes >your anger quickly goes away as you latch yourself onto him "I'm sorry I was angry at you. I believe you." >he hugs you as well, >"It's okay, you had every right to be angry." >you bury your head onto his chest "I'm sorry I doubted you." >he rubs your back to calm you down >"It's okay, Sunny." >it hits you how attached you're getting to him "How long do you think it will take for you to sober up?" >"I don't usually mix meds with liquor, so I'm not positive. But if this goes away as fast as the effects of just a few drinks usually goes away for me; it should be about 2 hours to be safe." >now that you've calmed back down, you wanted to dance with him again "Can we dance some more?" >his face spawns some wild-eyed smile you've never seen before as he yells out >"HELL YEAH WE CAN!!" >be Anon >trying to keep your voice at a reasonable level while also speaking on a serious subject was more difficult than usual >even if you meant what you said to her >still, you were glad that was over >the buzz was nice and you didn't want her killing it >you wipe the mental sweat off of your mental brow when Sunset asks to dance again >you halt your efforts to act sober-minded >in your mind, the only logical response to this was to have some sort of "hell yeah" ejaculate out of your throat >next song starts https://youtu.be/tUqMwMSu3Kw [Embed] >in what also seemed like a completely normal thing to do, you bend your knees slightly to put Sunset over your shoulder as you carried her over towards the dancing >but her initial cute yelp and giggles of joy was the green light for you to continue this course of action >your head nods to the beat as you walk >you might or might not have 'swag-walked' a little.. "Never heard it before, but I'm feelin' this song!!" you yell to Sunset over the music >still on your shoulder, in the middle of her giggling >"How do you dance to this??" "By jumping around like a MADMAN!!" >you get towards the middle of the gym; surrounded by some of the football guys again, and put her down >the music continues to raise in volume nearing the drop, while the gym lights start to darken to near blackness >right before the drop hits, the entire gym goes pitch black >and as soon as it drops, strobe lights go off all over >you and everyone around you, including Sunset, raise your fists to the air and jump around like a school full of maniacs >the song ends and you're getting a little sweaty >look to Sunset "Thirsty??" >she shakes her head >"No, I'm good!" >you walk towards the nearest table with punch bowls on them >the guy manning the station sees you coming, pours a cup-full and reaches out to hand it to you >before you even think of grabbing it you say "Clean stuff." >he wasn't one of the guys who was present during your first debacle >"You sure?" "Positive." >he pours the contents out and replaces it with punch from a different bowl >"Here ya go, Anon." "Thanks." >you take the smallest of sips to make for 1200213987% sure that it is truly non-alcoholic >tastes clean >you guzzle the rest and throw away the cup >head back towards Sunset >next song https://youtu.be/EMaaMq8T7Cg [Embed] >you grab Sunset and look right into her eyes "Do you trust me?" >the question caught her off guard, but after a second, she nods and says "Yes" "Okay, there's a game for this song.We have to put out the dumbest dance moves possible. Can you do that?" >"I... think so???" "Follow my lead!!" >you start off, and oh boy, the moves are bad >Sunset took a while to get into it, but eventually she did they dance like Ethan and Hila in the video >you didn't need to hear it; you could feel some people laughing >some laughing more at you than with you >but damn, it was fun >and Sunset didn't seem to be uncomfortable once she got into it >in fact, she seemed to really get into it by the second verse >in the middle of a particularly spicy move of yours, you yell out "Hey Sunny, you know what we are!?!" >a wild smile appears as she knows where you're going with this >"A couple of losers!?" "A COUPLE OF DAMN LOSERS!!" >be Applejack >you had dinner with some of your friends >you had on your fancy dress.. one that you had received many compliments for >you danced and talked with your friends >and danced with a few other guys already >your brother already let you in on the secret spiked punch; which was something you took advantage of >the whole night so far had been okay >but there was an emptiness you were feeling >and it started last night >when you watched Anon and Sunset make out on the field after the game >you hid how you felt so that it wouldn't make anyone feel awkward, >but it was there >you had promised yourself that you wouldn't make a big deal of this >flashback >in your room last night before the game >thinking about your chances with Anon >what if he found someone else? >you would be happy for him >real time >you hadn't said a word to him all night tonight >while you were eating dinner, your thoughts were eating you alive >so you texted him and told him you needed to talk >did that sound desperate? >it didn't matter; it was true >you made sure the girls got you to the dance early enough so you could be there when he got there >your original plan was to get him as soon as he walked through the gym doors >but when you saw him in that suit; your knees froze >you saw him talking and dancing and yet you couldn't approach him >you go to a punch table and ask for more of the 'dirty' stuff, then find a chair to sit in >silently cursing yourself, you chug the drink >you mumble "Damn this Apple Family liver," >as the 'liquid courage' effect seemed to never arrive >you look at your phone, and he hasn't texted you since >not like he would right now; he's dancing and having fun >he probably forgot all about you and your text by now >and you're just sitting here... >you look up and rub your eyes to make sure what you're seeing is actually happening >your heart starts to race >Anon is walking towards you >minutes earlier >be Anon >the song ends and now you're /really/ sweaty >look to Sunset "Tell me that isn't fun!" >she looks away for a second >"That was easily the most embarrassing thing I've done all week." >oh shit >she didn't like it.. >she looks back at you >"..but it was pretty fun." >victory >completely out of left field.. >you feel a hand touch your chest >it wasn't Sunset's "What the.." >turn to see Spitfire >she has a naughty grin on her >SF: "Thanks for last night, Anon." >she puts a 20 dollar bill in your outside suit pocket and saunters off with a wink >the guys around you see this and look at each other >one of the seniors, "This guy is /fucking /unstoppable.." >Sunset looks worried and takes a step back from you >she looks.. hurt >SS: "Thanks for last night???" >you wave your arms in front of her "TOTALLY NOT WHAT THAT SOUNDED LIKE!!" >SS: "Then what was /that/ all about??" "She said that she would pay me to hit number 58 last night at the game because he's one of her exes! He was the last guy I trucked to get that last TD!" >she casts a look of doubt, >she was with you all night until she dropped you off at your place >and as tired as you were, you weren't even in the mood for anything like that last night >her doubt turns into her eyes rolling and a soft grin >SS: "You're lucky I was with you all night or else I might not have believed that." >distant senior, "All night?!?" >you wipe the sweat from your forehead >crisis averted >you walk with her away from the dancing >SS: "Plus... 20 is kinda low for, you know, isn't it?" she asks just as cheeky as can be "WELL IT WOULD BE FOR MY SERVICES!! THAT'S FOR DAMN SURE!" >joking and haughty as you could be >Sunset shakes her head >then an aura of confidence envelopes her >"And how much would /I/ have to pay?" >her question hits you like a brick, as you weren't at all ready for that >is she directly implying..? "Umm.. that might be on the house.." >your mind decides to not take that any further, holding to the possibility that your night might end /very/ well >she says nothing as you two continue to walk >now you're practically on fire from her comment >you take your suit jacket off >you're about to put it down somewhere when Sunset says >"I'm going to grab some punch and talk with my friends a little." "Okay. I'm going to dance a little more; can you lay my jacket next to wherever you put your purse?" >"Sure!" >you hand over your jacket to her and she walks off >you turn towards the dancing again and see Apple Bloom with her friends >then you think of Applejack >flashback >at dinner with Sunset >text from Applejack >[We need to talk.] >real time "Shit." >you needed to see what Applejack needed while you told her about Apple Bloom's problem >though you couldn't remember what Apple Bloom said now.. >then AJ's text reminded you of another text >the one from Trixie with the Trixie-tits >you reach for your phone inside your pants pocket >but it's not there "huh.." >you ignore it and start to walk around, looking for Applejack >be Sunset >next song https://youtu.be/-SvTwxHOT7g [Embed] >you go to the punch table, jacket in hand >guy attending looks around to check for other people then quietly asks you >"Clean or dirty?" "Excuse me?" >"The punch; you want it clean or dirty?" >you think of Anon's predicament; 'dirty' must mean 'with alcohol' "Clean." >"You got it." >he pours you a cup and hands it over "Thank you." >you sip on the drink, and it doesn't have any alcohol >good >you walk towards where you put down your purse >you smile and nod your head to the song >the irony of the lyrics aren't missed Hey I just met you and this is crazy... >to think that you /really/ only met Anon this week... >you lay his jacket on top of your purse which was on a chair, and you see something fall out of one of the pockets >you look down to see what it was >his phone was on the ground "Crap." >you pick it up and look at it, checking for cracks on the screen >no cracks >you're about to put it down, but what if the it didn't function now? >Anon would be so pissed >you needed to know right now if his phone was broken so you could figure out how to tell him >you hit the unlock button on his phone, and instead of a lock screen showing up, >the phone brightened up and opened directly to text messages >a picture of a topless Trixie greeted you >with the caption "Would the Homecoming Queen do THIS for you?" >be Anon >haven't found Applejack yet >you walk around several groups of people dancing to find her, yet nothing has come up >then you see Rainbow >she would probably know >walk up to her, "Yo, Rainbow!" >she turns to you >"Anon! Good to see you here! How's the car?" "Fucking great! That thing is so sick!" >"You didn't wreck it, did you?" "How would I be here if I wrecked that amazing car??" >she thinks for a moment >"Good point. You having fun?" "You know, I didn't expect much from this, but so far it rocks. You should have seen it; I was KILLING it dancing a few minutes ago." >her high-pitched, scratchy laugh heartily lets loose, "No way! Your dance moves could use some work, Anon." "Like you could do better!?" >next song https://youtu.be/ntuxR5q-N0M [Embed] >"Gimme your best moves and we'll see who's better." "You're on!!" >you don't even know how she danced because you were dancing like, pic >song ends and you look back to her "See? Killed it." >"Yeah right, more like killed whoever had to see it!" "Yeah yeah, whatever. Listen, Rainbow..." >"Yeah?" "You're alright. I'm not mad at you anymore; I mean it." >"Really? Are you sure?" "That might be the alcohol talking though.." >"Wha..? ANON, c'mon! Are we cool now or not!?!?" >your face pic "Yeah, we are." >she tones down her voice and looks to the floor for a moment before responding >"Thanks. I've said it before, but you can count on me not doing anything like that again. And if you need me to do anything for you-" >you cut her off before she can finish "Yeah actually there is. Where's Applejack?" >"Uhh, not sure. She was with me a while ago. Maybe the bathroom? Maybe getting a drink?" "Okay thanks." >you walk off >during this walk, you can feel your body starting to recover from the mixing of substances >the alcohol effect had peak and you could feel yourself start the slow decent back down to sobriety >but you were still a good way from being sober >you go towards the ladies' bathroom, >and next to a table near said destination, sitting down on a chair, is Applejack >and she looks damn good "Ayy, Applejack! Looking pretty good!" >there was no 'pretty' good about it; she looked great >but you had more control over yourself now than you did earlier when you first had the drink >she's just sitting there, looking at you >wave your hand in front of her face "Hello?? Canterlot to Applejack; come in Applejack.." >in a flash, she gets up, >grabs your hand and pulls you towards the dancing "Well this feels familiar.." >song plays https://youtu.be/raNGeq3_DtM [Embed] >Applejack pulls you into a slow dance >"So.. ya got my text?" "How could I have responded to it otherwise?" >"Well... yeah. Right." "..." >"Anon, I-" "So Apple Bloom told me something interesting.." >she snaps out of whatever she was thinking, and looks slightly fearful >"What did that little /rascal/ tell you?" >you scratch the back of your head "Actually, I'm having a hard time remembering what it was exactly... but I do remember that it had to do with guys." >Sisterjack takes over >"What about them?? Is she datin' someone behind my back? Who is it??" "Hell, AJ, I don't know! Wait... no she's not. She's all sad because no one asked her to the dance." >AJ looks sad for her sister >"Shucks.." "Yeah..." >"Well it's better than her goin' with /some/ of the boys in her class." "Like who?" >"Between you 'n me, there's one that I don't rightly trust. His name is Boom Vest." >your face pic "Shit, that's an awful name! Who name's their kid that???" >"Well, his folks ain't from around here, if'n ya catch my drift." >she shakes her head with vigor >"Never mind about that! I need to tell you something." "Okay, shoot." >she looks away for a moment, as if she was mentally collecting courage >then looks right into your eyes >"Anon, I want you." >be Sunset >fury in your eyes >marching; looking for her >flashback >at the restaurant, you end the first dance to go get a sip of your drink >as you're coming back, Anon is looking at his phone >his face becomes pale and he puts his phone up as soon as you approach >real time >Trixie sent that to him while you were at dinner >you weren't sure how to feel about Anon in the situation until you checked his previous messages with her and there were none >he didn't ask for that; she just sent it to him >and there wasn't a chance in Tartarus she was going to ruin your time with Anon; not if you had anything to say about it >scouring the gym, you find her on the outskirts of those dancing >you hear the slow song come on and she dances with a guy >a guy closer to you says, "Hey Sunset, I was wond-" >you don't even glance at him "Not right now." >"Oh.. okay.." >you continue your march towards Trixie >as you near her, you take a deep breath to make sure you can contain your anger >exploding at her wouldn't solve anything >you cut in between Trixie and her dancing partner, and assume dancing position with Trixie >you make sure she can see the fire in your eyes, as you use your angry low-volume voice to repeat her own words, "Don't mind if I bump in, do you?" >Trixie feeds off of your apparent anger and converts it into a nasty smile >she knew exactly why you were here with her >"I suppose not." >you and her start slow dancing, but neither of you are dancing for the same reason everyone else is >the guy who was dancing with her speaks up with, "Hey, I wanted to danc-" >yourself and Trixie turn to him, "Get lost." >he does so; quickly >a snarl in your voice, you ask "Hello Trixie. How is /your/ night going?" >"Quite well, Ms. Homecoming Queen. And yours?" "It's... fine." >you think for an instant >if you admit you were bothered by her picture, or greatly affected by it in any capacity; she wins "Actually, no; it's been fantastic." >time to gloat "In fact, you couldn't believe how good it's been. Anon's friend let him borrow a muscle car to pick me up in. Then we went to this great little restaurant, and now we're here having a blast." >"Well now, I don't see him here right now..." >she looks around, >"..so maybe /he's/ having a blast... without /you/." "Cute, Trixie. Super cute. Almost as cute as that picture you sent him earlier." >she puts on a feign innocent look as she covers her mouth with her hand >"Oh did you see that? I'm so sorry, Sunset." "No, Trixie. /I'm/ sorry." >her act drops >"What?" >you sneer at her "I'm sorry yours aren't as big as mine." >the tables have been turned; she pissed now >"Well at least Anon has seen mine. I bet you can't say the same, can you?" >you didn't see that one coming "Well.. that's not important!!" >she's back to her nasty smile >"Trixie thought not. I am very easy to be liked." "You could have just left 'liked' out of the sentence." >"Say what you will, but I've been up front with Anon." "So have I, Trixie. And I don't need to send him nudes for him to remember that /I exist/." >for a moment, you could feel the proverbial knife impale her stomach >but she leaped back >"Trixie has another bet, Ms. Queen. Does he know about you? As in, does he REALLY know about you?" >you pick up on what she means, and keep your silence >"No? Then maybe /someone/ should just saunter over and tell him." >you feel your rage rising; she's playing the trump card >"..Yes I believe our dearest Anon should learn about the fact that his date tonight is actually a HORSE. Or perhaps a DEMON. Which are you feeling tonight, Sunset Shimmer?" >you feel your blood pressure rising >your eyes could start a forest fire >your dancing grip on her tightens >you can't hear the music being played at the dance anymore >however, another tune is quietly being played in your head, but it's too quiet to know what it is "Back off, Trixie." >her smile becomes more snide >"Or.. maybe you could stand down and let Trixie wrap her delicious thighs around Anon after the dance while he penetrates me for hours on end. This, of course, is what Anon truly wants." >be Anon >slow dancing with Applejack >the conversation was light about her sister >then she drops a bomb >"Anon, I want you." >somehow this song just became much more appropriate >"I'm more nervous than a hare on huntin' season, so jest lemme get this out, okay? I'm not talking about havin' some interest in you like I did on Monday, and I ain't talkin' about a little filly-crush either. I've never been this attracted to anyone in my life, and I feel like a god-dang fool for saying that. But it's true." >you listen as you continue the slow dance >"I want you to have me. I've never said this in my whole damn life but... you can do whatever you want to me, and I'll do whatever you want me to. If you think we might work out as a couple, I'll follow you to the moon and back. If you wake up tomorrow and you want someone else, I'll not hold you back from it. I... I won't even bother you to call or text me... if you don't want to." >she had a difficult time saying the last part >she takes a deep breath >"Just.." >her bold green eyes seem to pierce your soul as she collects enough courage to finish pic >"Just take me away from here and let me by yours, if only for one night. Let tonight be our night... together. Let me be happy... /with/ you." >you stopped dancing several seconds ago "Applejack.. are you being serious?" >"Yes. Yes I am." "But... why? Where did this come from? I never expected to hear anything like that.." >"Some parts I don't rightly know myself. I won't even try to explain those. But some parts I /do/ understand real well. I didn't know how much you not ruttin' me on Tuesday meant to me until everything blew over. If the shoes were switched, I don't think I could have held out like that. And if that weren't enough, you went out of your way /again/ tryin' to make sure I didn't get in trouble for... ya know.. hittin' ya." >she reaches a hand out to the cheek she nearly broke, and delicately rubs it >"How's it feelin' Anon? ... Sug?" "It's.." >you raise your hand to your hip level and hesitate for a moment before putting it on top her own hand on your face "It's fine now. Thanks for asking." >you leave your hand over hers for a few seconds before removing her hand "AJ, I have to be honest with you. I wasn't doing any of those things for you, really. I was just trying to be a decent person. Nothing more." >"Anon, that's exactly why it means so much. You weren't looking to do the right thing in order to get into my jeans. You were just doing the right thing to do the right thing." "What about Rainbow? What about Sunset?" >"Rainbow don't feel that way about ya; even if she did, she had her chance and blew it. I'll be there for her as a best friend but I'm not her mama. Sunset is your field, not mine." "Appleja-" >"Are y'all together? Is she your girlfriend? Because if so... I can't do this with you." "Well... no. She's not my girlfriend, per se..." >"Sug, I won't ask you to do anything you're not comfortable with." "I know. I know you're not." >a strong flashback plays a clear movie in your head >Monday morning, sitting in your desk >Applejack had hot friends, not to mention the bumpkin wasn't too shabby herself >and by not too shabby, you had already accepted upon seeing her the first day of school that she was far out of your league >you look back up only to see her walking towards your adjacent desk >Time slows down and "Mississippi Queen" starts playing in your heard as you *try* to inconspicuously check her out >praying to deities you don't believe in that she doesn't notice "The Monday gods have truly not forsaken me," you think to yourself >real time >less than a full week ago, Applejack was nothing more than a distant wet dream >she grabs your hand and puts it between both of hers >and now, here she was, almost begging you to have sex with her all night >you could only imagine what she would be capable of in bed >your tunnel vision gets worse the more you think on this >your silence and unbroken eye contact with her brings creases to the sides of her mouth >"Let's go, Sug." >she slowly pulls you with her as she heads towards the exit >and you don't stop your legs from following her >be Sunset >you heard what Trixie said and your mind involuntarily envisioned it >and once your mind started it's own narrative, your whole attitude changed >the thought of Anon being inside Trixie was tearing you apart from the inside >and your mind wouldn't stop playing the awful sight, either >you saw Anon ripping the clothes off of Trixie >biting her neck, hearing her moan in delight >you let go of Trixie and take a step back >under your breath, pain in your voice, you say "That was too far, even for you." >this wasn't a game anymore; you were really being hurt by this >"And what are you going to do?" she taunts >you close your eyes, trying to make the torturing mental images go away >"You won't strike me here; you can't get into trouble like that after your 'demon' incident." >she was right >you just wanted Anon, and she was in the way of that >you just wanted her to back off >"Admit it, Sunset. Anon wants me; not you. He only went to the dance with you because you two were Homecoming King and Queen." >that couldn't be the truth... right? >you mentally searched for all of the times Anon gave you compliments >the times when you two had tender moments together >the nice things he said to you, even before feelings were involved >you knew these moments existed; these moments happened >but the only thing your mind could envision was Trixie and Anon being physically intimate >you were becoming more emotional by the second >your voice is far more sad than angry "Trixie, please.. I'm done playing games. It took me so long to find someone who didn't judge me for my past. Just... Please, stop chasing Anon..." >"Why should I care about any of that?" >she's not going to stop "Because I /care/ about him!! I know he's not perfect but he's perfect for me! This was supposed to be /our/ night!" >the more you talk, the less confident your voice becomes >your self-esteem drops quickly, as your mind convinces you that Trixie's house might be Anon's last stop tonight >your words are no longer fighting words, but rather pleading, begging words "He makes me feel better about myself, Trixie!" >with an arrogant tone, Trixie says, >"You're embarrassing yourself. Trixie might feel sorry for you if you weren't in her way." >and Trixie doesn't care "Trixie... you know what happened to me. I lost.. /everything/. The whole school /hated/ me after what happened. Do you know what that feels like???" >you feel your eyes become hot with moisture, but tears haven't started falling yet >you feel yourself breaking down further into a pit of despair "Twilight and her friends were the only people who would SPEAK TO ME. Have you cried yourself to /sleep/ before?!?" >you were losing control of your emotions "And now that I find the ONE person who makes that better... you would take that from me?" you plead >this wasn't information that Trixie needed but you couldn't stop yourself >her arms crossed, >"He deserves someone who isn't a /pathetic/ basket-case," she snarls at you >your breathing staggers and you look to the floor >her words, tearing you down and hitting you like bricks "I'm.. I'm not a basket case.." you tell yourself more than you're telling her >"Quit wasting Trixie's time. After I get my last dance with Anon, he'll drive me home." >"..then I'll feel his warm seed inside me." >you look away, unable to meet Trixie's eyes anymore >Trixie's words hurt far more than you could have ever expected >you feel lower than dirt >lost; beaten >your mind questions if you /do/ deserve Anon.. >"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to find Anon." "N-no..." >you couldn't lose him like this >"No what?" >you could feel your hair start to move as if there was a strong draft in the building >but there is no draft present in the building "You're not touching him." >Trixie crosses her arms >"Your charades don't scare me. You won't do anything." >you feel the energy inside you; and no matter how hard you try >you can't stop it >your hair starts to shine with a dim golden glow >you close your eyes and flex every muscle in your body; trying to regain control of yourself >but it's not working >you're losing it, and quick >Trixie notices your hair and her voice becomes a bit less demeaning >"You.. you can't do anything." >emotions running rampant inside you, your upset state only grows worse >you're nearly crying as you beg to yourself, "No... not now... not here..." >the music in your head is blaring now https://youtu.be/XZpWvwrBOVw [Embed] skip to 1:45 and crank that shit up >still struggling with your eyes closed, you speak to Trixie again "I. Told you. To BACK. OFF." >"Make me!" >you desperately didn't want to, but feel yourself transforming >your hair shines brighter as a dim aura surrounds you >you clench your teeth, grinding them together >fists shaking at your side >the draft around you becomes stronger >you're levitating an inch off of the ground >you feel your mouth moving, but another voice accompanies your own >a voice far more evil than your own "I've had enough. Leave." >you've transformed before, but not like this >something was wrong (Sit there, watch it all burn down It's easy and breezy for ya) >your eyes are closed but you can feel Trixie's fear as she witnesses what is happening >"Not without Anon!" >out of desperation, Trixie brings her elbow back and launches her fist at your face >your hand quickly grabs her first and stops the punch before it connects; eyes are still closed >your energy skyrockets and you're barely in control of yourself >immediately you take a step towards her and lean into her face >be Trixie >you knew Sunset could transform, but you called her bluff on it >further taunting her >she didn't take to that quite well >her transformation started, but she could still be bluffing >but when you threw a punch, she grabbed it and squeezed your fist >leaned into you and opened her eyes pic >aside from her hair glowing, the rest of Sunset looked normal >but when you saw those eyes... >those teal, brightly glowing eyes >you remembered what happened the last time you saw those eyes >Sunset wasn't fooling around anymore >and no guy was worth being destroyed by a demon >you practically sweat out fear as the terror of her eyes seeps into your soul >she yells at you, but multiple voices ring out from her mouth, >"STAY AWAY FROM MY BOYFRIEND." >you jerk your fist away from her hand and leap back >suddenly very sorry that you poked this beehive "Have him! He's yours!" >those eyes bore into you with anger >but the energy around her starts to dissipate >she closes her eyes again as her feet touch the ground >her magic is gone and she looks weak from the experience >you jerk your head around, checking to see who saw that happen >a few people were looking with wide eyes, but the rest of the gym were ignorantly continuing in the festivities >but on the other side of the gym, you spot Anon >with Applejack >she's cupping his cheek and his hand is on top of hers >be random senior from football team >you snagged a dance with a cute girl once the slow song started >everything was going great >but halfway through the song you started to hear something to the side of you >Sunset and Trixie were having some type of argument >but you put it to the back of your mind >no need to focus on it when Roseluck is in your arms >but the arguing continued to escalate >you look to your buddy who is also dancing with another girl "You seein' this?" >even Roseluck is looking at what is happening >"Yeah," he says. "Think we should do something?" "Nah, just let it happen." >towards the end of the song, the argument is now pretty loud and a few people are watching >not every word can be heard from them, but one can easily get an idea of what's going on >you see Trixie throw a punch and Sunset grab her fist >Trixie backs up and the argument is over >the song ends and the two girls are in silence >a few other words are exchanged and Trixie leaves the gym >then Twilight comes over to Sunset >Sunset looks upset over something, and they go out the back door of the gym >the people around you saw all of this >your buddy, "Hey man, should we tell someone what happened?" >the people who saw look to you >you shake your head "Hell no. That goes for everyone who saw it too. Nobody saw nothing. No one got hurt so it's none of our business." >"But bro, Sunset transfo-" "That's Anon's girl. Nobody saw nothing." >be Anon >you see AJ's hips swing as she brings you towards the exit >your soon-to-be-boner brings images of the PoonTang-Train you're about to hop on >everything you wanted on Monday was about to be handed to you for free on a silver platter >but the racing of your heart beat isn't from excitement >your gut started feeling funny, and Alcohol Man wasn't talking anymore >you start to feel a little cold >you feel anxious for what is about to happen, >and it didn't feel right >the distance between yourself and the doorway was closing >and the closer you got, the more you felt out of place >AJ gets within inches of the doorway, and you plant your feet on the ground >she stops as well once you do >"Somethin' wrong, Sug?" "No." >she turns to walk again but you don't budge >she turns back to you "No." >"Hwut?" >you take a second of silence "Applejack, you're as hot as hellfire itself. If this were any time before Friday, I'd race you to the car, stripping clothes off while I do so." >"...okay?" "You can't even measure how badly I'd love to have sex with you, but I'm not going to do this. I can't." >"Y-you.. can't what, Anon?" >you put your hand onto your face, lowering your volume "Fuck, I hate talking about this shit..." >"You can't WHAT??" >in an explosive set of movements, >you remove your hand from your face, and your torso leans toward her "I CAN'T DO THIS TO SUNSET, OKAY!? THERE, I FUCKING SAID IT." >"But.. I-" >you still have energy in your voice from the audible explosion "I appreciate the offer, but I can't okay?" >Applejack speaks not in a demeaning tone, but of an honest befuddlement >"Anon I ain't tryin' to get hitched or anything.." >your tone has calmed down >you wave your hand, pushing an invisible object away from separating the two of you "Take Sunset out of the picture for a second. Do you remember when we talked about what happened between us on Tuesday? You once told me that, and I quote, 'It took some real character' to resist you under the circumstances." >she stays silent but nods her head "I'm not the guy who gets his character complimented a ton. When I do something that warrants a compliment, it feels pretty good; it feels right. So you tell me why it doesn't feel right to follow you out." >she stays silent, and expressionless; pondering your question >a memory of how rude you were to Sunset on Monday night popped into your head >with a look of determination, you say "I did something to earn Sunset's distrust before. Now that I've earned her trust back, I'm not doing that again." >you turn to walk away when you hear AJ's voice behind you >"You really like her... don't you?" >you turn back >your determination is replaced with a slight discomfort >you reach your hand to your head as you scratch your scalp >you direct your eyes at anything except Applejack "Uhhh..." >she nods once more and lowly walks herself past you, studying the floor as she does so >"I thought so," she mumbles >"I'm sorry." pic >she goes back in and you stand there for a moment, >she's well beyond hearing range when you sigh "Me too, AJ.." >you wait a few seconds, reconciling the fact that you just turned down AJ for a night of no-strings-attached sex >there's a sting in your heart from turning her down; making her sad >but it doesn't sting as bad as the thought of breaking Sunset's heart... >you turn and walk back >you allow your ears to pick up on the music being played https://youtu.be/oA1vp8p_V3Y [Embed] >a good number of people aren't dancing, but in the very center of the floor >Derpy and Rainbow are groovin' together; taking turns singing the lyrics while they bust moves without a care in the world >not too unlike you were a few songs ago >the edges of your mouth rise, if only a little "I'll be damned." >something about the sight gives you hope >a hope that tonight might still be alright >the more you watch, the more you are sure that you can still have a good time >in time, Applejack would be alright >and tonight, you would go to sleep with a clear conscience >you walk back onto the scene; confident that you made the right decision with Applejack >even if it wasn't an easy one to make >you haven't seen Flash in a cool minute and you decide to try and find him >after walking around for a few seconds, you find him talking to Octavia >you stop your descent, >you won't cockblock him like that >then you spot Big Mac "Shit." "Mac, I need to talk to you about something." >he looks over to see you >"Sure thing, bud. Let's get something to drink." >you walk over to the nearest punch table with him "Clean." >"Dirty." >the guy hands you and Mac the drinks >your mild paranoia has convinced you to sip every new drink tonight to test for alcohol >this one is clean >you find a spot to stand and Mac stands next to you; both of you watching people dance >the setting is casual >you haven't been friends with Mac for long at all but it feels like you guys are bros already "So... Rarity, huh?" >he has a deep chuckle and a grin that's trying to not show teeth >"Eeyup. But it ain't no serious thing; probably a one time deal." "Hell yeah, Mac. I'd shake your hand, but I don't know where it's been." >he offers his hand anyway >"I wasn't using no fingers, I'll tell ya that much." >you two have a good laugh after you shake his hand >the laugh dies down >"So whatcha wanna talk about?" >you sigh "Your sister, sadly." >"Gunna go ahead and guess this ain't Apple Bloom we're speakin' on?" "Yeah. It's AJ." >"She make a move on ya?" >your face goes blank "What are you, a psychic now?" >he shakes his head >"Nope, but I know my sisters." >you feel more than awkward right now >best to just get it out there and tell him what happened >you shake around the liquid in your cup before saying, "Mac I had to tell her-" >he throws a wave of dismissal >"I know. She'll be fine. Don't mess it up with Ms. Shimmer." >there's a moment of silence between the two of you >nothing was said... but somehow you both had an understanding of the situation >he takes a gulp of his drink >"It takes some real balls to say 'no' to my sister.. twice. You against rednecks or somethin'?" he asks, jovial >you spawn your best version of his accent "Dunno, you ageinst citahy folk or somethin'?" >you two have another laugh >but as you both go silent, you say "Thanks, Mac." >after the last sip of your punch, you feel your bladder about to explode >enter the bathroom >as soon as the bathroom door closes, two girls walk into the gym from the front entrance >you can hear some kind of movement in one of the stalls >in mid stream, you hear a squeaky voice in the stall whisper, "Oohhhh Rumble..." >you immediately hold back your laughter so hard that the stream of piss momentarily stops >the inner troll desires to be a dick and yell out your presence, >but Freshman was pretty cool and you wouldn't do that to him right now when he's getting some >right? >the stream starts again and soon your bladder is emptied >as quiet as you can, you wash your hands and leave the scene >but the inner troll is mighty >and right before the door closes behind you, you yell into the bathroom pic "FUCK HER RIGHT IN THE PUSSY" >you hear two gasps in the bathroom as the door closes behind you >laughing pretty hard, you look towards the dancing >to find Rarity right in front of you >"Really?" >you shrug "There's two people getting it on in there... I had to." >she shakes her head >"Sex in a bathroom? Absolute ruffians." >you look away to hide your shit eating grin at the irony >but you definitely couldn't rat out Rumble... >so you kept your 'birds of a feather' remarks to yourself >"I don't suppose you're up for a dance?" "Sure." https://youtu.be/4qNJfVXxrQU [Embed] >Rarity rapidly claps her hands out of delight >"Finally, something more classy than that electronic nonsense!" "Woah woah now, nonsense??" >"I suppose not all of it is bad, but I much prefer songs like this one." "Well I have to come clean; I have no idea how you're supposed to dance to this..." >another smile of delight >"Then I shall teach you!" >she places your first hand on her hip and grabs the other; holding it out to the side >"Now I'll lead for a while, then you lead when you have an understanding of the dance." >she takes certain steps in several directions, and you awkwardly try to follow >you accidentally step on her foot "Shit, sorry." >"Perfectly fine; it didn't hurt too bad." >you repress your smug face when you think of a Big Mac joke... >eventually you start to get the pattern of her dance and you try your hand at leading >while you try to lead the movement, Rarity gives you a crash course on the history of jazz >a crash course you didn't ask for... but still; you didn't mind >while busting moves, you exchange small talk with Rarity >desperately trying to keep from asking about her encounter with Mac >the song ends >"Not terrible, Anon. There is plenty of room for improvement, but you'll get the hang of it with time." "Thanks, I guess." >you have no intention on practicing the dance >"Have a wonderful evening, Anon." "You too Rarity." >you look around for another dance partner as Rarity goes elsewhere >but something catches your attention from the corner of your eye >you look at the men's bathroom door to find it cracked open; Rumble poking his head out >he scans for a moment and meet eyes with you >you give him a wink and a thumbs up, giving him clearance to leave >he looks back, trying not to cheese too hard >he looks back in the bathroom for a moment, then Sweetie Belle pokes her head out on top of Rumble's >they exit the bathroom like secret agents on a mission and stand outside of the door for a moment >Sweetie Belle says something to him, kisses him on the cheek, then scurries off >Rumble approaches you as if he's scared of something >"She told me not to tell anyone..." >you put your hand up for a high five "The secret is safe with me, kid." >he grins and accepts the high five >you look at Sweetie who is now talking to her friends, then back to Rumble "On a side note; not bad, Rumble. Not bad at all." >he looks worried again >"But what if her sister finds out?? What if Rarity doesn't approve of-" >you cut him off, laying a hand on his shoulder "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, Rumble." "Fluttershy, how about a dance?" >she smiles a little >"Okay." https://youtu.be/Qt3uqa8yBkM [Embed] >you hear Vinyl's and Octavia's voices over the speakers for a moment, which turns into the song >huh "Vinyl makes her own songs now?" >Fluttershy looks surprised you asked the question >"Yes! I don't normally listen to a lot of music like this, but I bought her album to support her. It's on the radio a lot." >you scan the gym, >and sure enough you spot Vinyl and Octavia dancing to the tune >with Flash >he spots you with Fluttershy and shoots a thumbs up >you give one right back >look back to Flutters "How are you liking the dance?" >"It takes a bit of time for me to get warmed up to the dancing, but once I feel comfortable I really enjoy these gatherings. What about you? Are you enjoying yourself?" "Yeah! I didn't think this dance would be much, but I was wrong. This is hella fun." >"I'm glad you're having a good time." "Me too. How's Anon Jr?" >her interest is piqued at your question; she beams in response >"He's doing just /wonderful/! He has a little girlfriend now, and I think she's pregnant!" >she stops dancing for a moment to close her eyes and squee; unable to contain her elation >"Oh they're just so cute together I can hardly stand it!" >your 'son' was getting the poon before you did.. >and already got his bitch pregnant "Wait, so I'm a granddad now??" >you're dancing with Fluttershy >but, >a small distance away, out of your vision, >the two girls who walked in the gym as you went to the bathroom, are watching you >"Why can't we just talk to him now?" >"Observation is required for maximum success probability." >the one looks to the other in a pause >"It means: we need to watch him more before we make our move. You should really read more." >"No way; why read books when you can jam out to some sick tunes!? Anyways, all I know is that he looks totally RADDD in that suit!" >other girl nods >"Agreed. Even better than his football uniform." >the two pause again >then one looks to the other again >"Do you really have to keep your headphones on your neck while we're here?" >as you end your dance with Fluttershy, you bid her adieu and wish a good night upon her >you spend a few minutes walking around the gym >after lap two of walking, you hear >"Anon??" >it's Sunset "Hey Sunny," >she looks... surprised? >"You're.. still here?" >what a weird fucking question.. "Uhh yeah. Where else am I going to be? I'm driving you home, remember?" >"Right. Yeah," >you think of what happened with Applejack, and part of you wants to go ahead and tell her what happened >but Sunset could be a little fragile, and you didn't want her to worry about her having any competition >because there was none to be had >she's looking a little off >you hold onto her shoulders "Everything okay? Sunset I'm not leaving tonight without you. You know that, right?" >her teal eyes pierce yours as her surprise turns into a content smile >"Yeah, I know that. And if you're here with me, then I'm more than okay." "How about a few more dances before I hang with the guys?" >"I'd like that." >be Sunset >as Anon took your hand and you both walked towards the dancing, everything your mind was telling suddenly became quiet >when he said, "I'm not leaving tonight without you," >your mind became peaceful again >you didn't have to worry about him leaving with anyone else >you saw Applejack caress his cheek >you saw her lead him away from the dancing towards the exit >but whatever happened; he didn't leave >even if something didn't make sense, you /wanted/ to believe him >and you desperately hoped he didn't see you explode earlier https://youtu.be/rrSdXtFJG20 [Embed] >but your worry for that melted away when he put his hands on you and started slow dancing again >among the masses of other couples dancing, there wasn't a single person you'd rather be with "..hold me closer.." >he pulls you in closer; your head on his chest >you listen to the song in one ear, and Anon's heart beat in the other, >when he kissed the top of your head, you wished the song would never end >be Anon >the song ends and another starts https://youtu.be/6IUG-9jZD-g [Embed] >Sunset leaves a second to take off her heels and comes back for more dancing >everyone else dances in a similar fashion to slow dancing, but a little faster and more hip movement >so you do the same >Sunset places her feet on top of yours, >so when you move, you also move her as well >"How are you feeling?" "Like, sobriety? I'm getting there. I need some more time to be sure, though." "Good, I don't want to leave now anyway. I like dancing with you." "Sunset, I.. I have to tell you something.." >she gets serious "I..." >"What is it, Anon?" "I can't stand dancing with you." >realizing it was a joke, she shakes her head trying not to smile >"Ruin the moment while you're at it, Anon." >you laugh a little harder than you should have >you look around for a second and you see Norman and Moondancer >they're completely ignoring the beat, still slow dancing >their noses touching as they look into each other's eyes "Hey Sunny, look at Norman and Moondancer." >she looks at them >"Aww that's so cute!" >Norman looks at your direction and you throw him and thumbs up >he awkwardly returns it >new song https://youtu.be/frBcV4ZVlg4 [Embed] >once the last song ends, you say "I think I'll hang with the guys for a bit." >she grabs your hand >"Wait..." "Huh?" >"I wasn't sure about this before... but I am now." "..." >"There's something... I want to try something." >you hear 'try something' and you're all ears "Okay?" >she's looking everywhere except you >"I've never done this before.. but I want to do this for you." >when the kick drum starts the smooth beat, Sunset turns and backs herself up onto you; connecting her ass to your body >to the slow rhythm of the song, she starts grinding herself onto you >first her motions are side to side, and she reaches her arms back and holds onto the back of your neck >then she lets go of your neck, and dips her body >only to bring her ass back up and pop it onto your crotch >her eyes closed, she continues grinding >after a while, she takes your hands and places them on her hips >she slightly bends over, tightening the part of her dress covering her ass even more than it already was >then straightens her back again >her body begs you to move with hers as she goes side to side again >so you do, and moving as one unit, you and her >the song ends and she turns around to face you >her cheeks are lit aflame as her uncertainty shows >"W-was that good for you?" >if you didn't put on those compression shorts earlier, you would be full mast and a half >your eye twitches "I THINK SO YEAH." >she pulls you in for a quick kiss but when she's about to pull away you kiss her with more intensity https://youtu.be/0MldsqKGnLA [Embed] >the kiss ends and you grab her hand >start ferociously walking toward the exit "TIME TO LEAVE." >she stops in her tracks with a grin >"Not yet," "Whoa, why not??" >"I'm not getting in the car until that alcohol has worn off." "Sunset, I can prop-" >"Hang out with your friends for a while. I'll come get you when I'm ready to leave." >she pulls your tie, bringing your face down to her face and plants a quick kiss on you again >you want nothing more than to leave with her right now >but she's right; you weren't 100% yet "Okay." >she walks off and you head towards the team >sit down in a chair and they have a drink for you "Is this clean?" >"Yep." >you take a sip and kick back, listening to the music >"So Anon, how's the dance going for you?" >you turn to the guys "Right now? It's amazing." >as you and the boys chill and talk about how the evening has been and what they plan on doing, the song changes https://youtu.be/68IFfpJNLUs [Embed] >the CHS dance team forms a flash-mob synchronized style dance >and they're pretty good >you and the fellas continue to talk as the time passes >Norman approaches you, looking like he won the lottery >"Anon, I think Moondancer wants to have sex with me!!" >you offer up a fist bump "Hell yeah, Norm. What did she do that makes you think that?" >"Well we were dancing, right? Then she real fidgety for a second before she told me to follow her. We went outside and she made out with me. Then she said she wanted to have sex!" >you chuckle "You know, after my careful analysis, I believe she indeed might want to have sex with you." >his phone rings >"That's her, I better go. Wish me luck!" >he starts to run off "Sounds like you don't need it, bud." >one of the seniors shouts, "10 bucks if you get it on her glasses!" >the whole team laughs hysterically >when the laughter dies, the guy who shouted, sighed and said, >"... I wish I could.." >more minutes pass https://youtu.be/Unnh0T2Ftro [Embed] >the guy next to you, "Yo Anon, check this out." >you look up to see the entire team look at something >and the something they were looking at was none other than Fleur >and she was slowly approaching "What's the deal with her anyways? Isn't she kinda bitchy?" >"Yeah but she's hot! And rich, too!" >she was hot >but her the little tastes of her attitude pissed you off too much to find her worthwhile >the some of the guys mumbled among themselves about how they were going to ask her to dance >she walks down the line in your direction, starting to pass guys sitting down >the first brave soul asked, "Hey Fleur, you wanna dance?" >she casts a demeaning glare at him, "Not in you lifetime." >the second rose to the task, "Fleur, you look great. How's about a-" >she doesn't even look at the second guy before saying, "How about you don't even finish that question?" >the rest of the guys stayed silent until she stopped in front of you >"I'm here to dance with the Homecoming King," she says flatly >you cock your eyebrow "So let me get this straight. You diss my friends who politely ask you to dance, and you expect me to just ignore that, get up, and dance with you?" >"Yes. I've danced with the King every year of high school and I don't plan on breaking tradition." >as if she didn't irritate you enough, she finishes with, "I didn't walk over here for my health." >you shake your head, already done with her shit "I couldn't care less about your tradition; I'm not dancing with you." >she looks shocked, and speaks with anger in her voice >"What do you mean you're not going to dance? Who do you think you are, rejecting /me/?" "Can you just go away?" >"I don't get rejected!! And I'm not going to start with some /junior/ rejecting me. My daddy practically owns half of this city!!" >what did her dad have to do with anything? "I don't give a shit about your dad. You're pissing me off, Fleur. Go away." >she furiously folds her arms >"Oh, I see. Unlike your plebeian friends here, you must have a thing for uglier girls.. like your date." >one of the guys, "C'mon Fleur, why'd you have to go there??" >"Shut up, imbecile!" she snaps at him >all of the guys are dead silent now, except one who whispers, "Oh sshhhhhhhit..." >INTERNAL RAGE MAXIMIZING >if she wants to go there, >look her dead in the eyes, at first with a hot, flaming rage >but your face shifts into an evil smile as you lean back into your chair and you all-too-calmly say, "Here's an idea. Instead of dancing with you, why don't I run by the pet store and buy you a doggie toy to put in your bitchy mouth?" >one of the guys fell out of his chair, passed out from pure rek-age >an ocean of "OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH" floods your ears >the look on Fleur's face is priceless >Fleur's fists shake next to her waist as she literally growls >"If it's a doggie toy, then I think we BOTH know where you can put it!!" >as she storms off, one of the guys gets up to confront her >you grab him and pull him back "Let her go." >"Bro, what she said is totally not cool!" "It's not, but she's not worth getting in trouble." >you sit back down >have another sip of your drink, glad the snobby bitch is gone "Plus I think we all know how hot Sunset is.." >a mumbling laugh is shared among the guys, "Hell yeah," >the guys toast to that to a "Here here," >there's some chatter from some of the guys >"I'd eat a mile of her shit just to see where it came from, and Anon just turns it down like it's spoiled milk." "Okay even if she /was/ that hot; that's fucking gross, dude." >the team hears you say this and turns on the guy with comments like, "You're fucking disgusting, man." >he ducks in his chair >"I mean, I /probably/ wouldn't actually do that..." >the guy next to you says, "Anon, I've never seen anyone turn down Fleur in my life. You're a madman." >another says, "I've never seen a guy burn her like that, too!" >you hear two voices in front of you >"The question would be.." >"Are we gunna get burned like that if /we/ ask for a dance?" >you look up to find two girls you hadn't met before, yet looked strangely familiar >one with green hair and a pair of headphones on her neck >the other with white hair and a pair of glasses on "Avoid shitting on my teammates and you've got some good chances.." >they both smirk at each other before looking back to you >then green hair says, "Rockin'" https://youtu.be/xF1txJ2E4PM [Embed] >the guy next to you scoots over a seat; the girls sit on either side of you >white hair offers a formal handshake, "My name is Sugarcoat," she says with a no nonsense tone >green hair fistbumps you, "Call me Lemon Zest." "I'm Anon; nice to meet you." >you think for a second "Have I seen you two somewhere? I'm pretty sure you don't go to CHS.." >you think for a moment "Unless you're just really mature looking CMS students, which if that were the case this conversation is already over." >SC: "The conversation is anything but over; we both go to Crystal Preparatory. We were in attendance of the football game last night." >flashback >last night during the game >on the way back to the huddle you hear your number being called >from the Crystal sideline >look over >it's a couple of girls >there's a handful of them over there >but two stand out >one has green hair, the other has white hair >Whitehead isn't saying anything, but the rest are calling your number >real time "Oh yeah! I remember seeing you two!" >Lemon leans her whole body over, inches away from from practically on you >LZ: "And I remember seeing that cute butt of yours in those football pants." >she punches your shoulder >LZ: "Way to play out there, 85." >Sugarcoat nods in agreement, "Your performance during the game was lacking towards the middle of the time, but the final play was exemplary." "Thanks, I think?" >SC: "Though I might be more impressed with your response to the last girl who asked you to dance. If my research is correct, this 'Fleur' is the pinnacle of your school's social ladder." >Lemon gets a little animated with, "Yeah! She tried to swoop right in for that dance; then you just BURIED that chick!! And then I was all like 'WooHOO, look at this guy GO!'" >putting Lemon's comment aside for a moment, you turn to Sugarcoat "I'm sorry, did you say 'research'?" >SC: "Of course I did, or else I would have told you that I misspoke. Which I don't do." "What kind of research??" >SC: "I know most of what I need to know about you." >you cock an eyebrow "Alright then, tell me about myself." >Sugarcoat sees the challenge and responds, "You lived in Summertown before your parents moved to Canterlot. Your friends there were a bit more 'rough' than the ones you have here, which is to say that you all acted like morons on occasion. One of said friends has strong ties to the mafia." >you lean back away from her, scared as to how she knows that >SC: "Your popularity here started due to a misunderstanding with a girl named Rainbow Dash." >she squints her eyes at you >SC: "..and I can't help but feel as though even /I/ am missing a part of that story." >un-squint >SC: "You played football at both high schools that you went to. You are an only child. You have a driver's license but no car. Your parents are both international business employees. Shall I continue?" "Nope!! I'm plenty freaked out already, thanks. I don't know how you figured all of that out, but that's weird.." >Lemon plays with your earlobe and softly says, "And she's not even the weird one~~" >you try to change the subject before you get weirded out even more "Okay? Do you two like the music they're playing here?" >SC: "It is acceptable." >LZ: "Most of it isn't my jam. I love the ROCK 'N ROLL, baby!" >so there's some common ground "Yeah? Me too." >LZ: "You wanna hear some?" "Sure." >she takes the headphones off of her neck and puts them on your ears >the music is blaring https://youtu.be/tWezLXps9hA [Embed] >the music is so loud that when the girls continue to talk, you can't hear what they're saying >their accents completely change as they put their Crystal Prep education to use >LZ: "Je me demande si il a jamais eu un trio avant?" >SC: "J'en doute. Cependant, il est possible." >Lemon giggles LZ: "Pouvez-vous imaginer ce qu'il goûte comme?" SC: "Je préférerais savoir comment il se sent comme à l'intérieur de moi." >having heard enough of the song, you take the headphones off >completely unaware of what just happened around you >nod your head to Lemon "Not bad." "Okay so stalking skills and rock music aside, what are you two doing here? Do I have a fan club at Crystal Prep now?" >SC: "We're not 12 years old and you aren't on a famous boy band. No; we're not in some fan club." >LZ: "We just came down here to meet Number 85 and ask for a dance." "Oh, that's it?" >Lemon nods >they did come all the way down here.. "Well, yeah; I guess I can do that. Who wants to dance first?" >they give a sly look to each other, then to you >LZ: "How about both, big guy?" "Wait, how can-" https://youtu.be/H588NOk-G8U [Embed] >they pull you form your seat and you follow >both grabbing one hand of yours, Lemon pumps her fist in the air and lets out a wolf cry, "AHHWOOOOO!!" >possible psychos detected.. >even if they were cute psychos.. "Seriously, how do three people dance at the same time?" >Lemon looks back wryly, "Don't worry 85, we'll do most of the work." >SC: "Bend your knees slightly." >you comply >Lemon sets her ass up against your right thigh >Sugar takes the left >they both grind on you at the same time to the beat of the song, >they're into it, like it's been practiced before >LZ: "How's it feeling back there!?" "Pretty good; you're good at this." >the beat is too easy to move with, so you add some movement of your own to the equation >this girls respond by moving in sync >Sugar looks like she just achieved something, while Lemon is rocking it out >the song eventually ends and good times were had >but your sobriety has arrived and you're getting a little tired "Thanks for the dance, ladies. Didn't even know dual-wielding females was a thing until now." >LZ: "Whoa there rocker, you're done already? Party's just getting STARTED!! Let's have a few more dances!" >Sugarcoat looks to Lemon and coaxingly says, "Vous agissez désespérée; nous avons beaucoup de temps." >then Sugar looks to you, "Come find us if you want to dance again." "Okay, but I'm probably going to leave soon." >Lemon whispers to Sugar, "Il semble que nous ne disposons pas de temps." "Why are you speaking a language I don't understand?" >SC: "Why are you not asking for our numbers?" "I mean-" >Sugar folds her arms >SC: "I suppose we should have been more direct." >Lemon softly grabs your hand >LZ: "Yo 85, we're inviting you to rock it into the night. The three of us; together." >you sigh "When it rains, it pours.." >Flash approaches you from the side, "Yo Anon, you busy?" >never been more happy to see Flash in your life >he's your ticket out of temptation >you answer him "Nah man; let's get something to drink." >look to the girls, trying not to look them in the eyes >in case it makes it harder to say, "Going to pass on that. It was nice meeting you two." >LZ: "Why? I thought you liked our dancing? You seemed cool with us hitting on you.." "A little dancing and flirting is one thing but I'm taking someone else home tonight." >SC: "This makes absolutely no sense. Across all of nature, the male instinct is to inseminate all possible mates. Those in an alpha position should be even more inclined to do so." >Flash hears the conversation upon getting closer and looks concerned >FS: "Anon, you good?" >you hold up your index finger to him "Yeah, gimme a second." >you look back to Sugarcoat "The fact that you thought I would be some kind of alpha male is honestly laughable. In reality, I'm a loser who got a hyped up rep from a lie. When this ride ends, and it will, I'm not going to ruin my chances for something solid by having one night stand with two cute girls." >you could feel the irritation oozing from Sugar's mood >SC: "This is a /one time/ offer, Anonymous." >you fistbump Flash and tell her as you walk away, "Then so be it." >you walk off >LZ: "Wow.. I didn't see that coming.." >Sugar looks to Lemon, "I told you that those headphones make you look juvenile; he's probably not into pedophilia." >LZ: "Yeah, and I'm sure your stalking really turned him on, too." >Sugarcoat stays silent >LZ: "He /did/ say we looked cute.." >you and Flash hang around one of the punch tables that was out of the dirty drink >so there was no one there around the both of you "Where the hell have you been all night, fucking rockstar?" >"It turns out that Octavia really likes to talk once she knows you're good at playing an instrument..." "Surprise surprise, Flash. You've been talking to her all night?" >he nods >"Yeah, basically. How are you liking the dance?" "It's been a wild fucking ride, brother." >"How has it been that wild?" >might as well tell him "Flash, you up for another secret?" >"Umm, sure?" "Okay look man, I like Sunset." >"Not really a secret, Anon." "Just let me finish. I like her right? She's hot and sweet and she's into me. But those two girls over there that we just walked off from?" >you point to the direction of Lemon and Sugar >"Are those Crystal Prep girls?" "Yes. Yes they are. They just tried to give me their numbers and said that they're down for a threesome." >Flash looks at you, unbelieving >"Yeah right; good one bro." "Flash, I'm serious." >he looks at you for a handful of seconds, waiting for you to start laughing >it doesn't happen >"Holy shit, man." "I know, right?? Before that, Applejack and Trixie offered as well. Honestly, I couldn't care less about the about the Crystal Prep girls but I'm also not an idiot. The opportunity for a threesome may only happen once in a lifetime." >there's a pause between you two "I like Sunset, man. I really do. But if I get another offer like that, I might cave. Flash, I can't believe I'm about to ask you this... but what would you do? Am I being too clingy with a girl that's not even my girlfriend?" >new song https://youtu.be/o7V8dQqB6qk [Embed] >you haven't looked at Flash much throughout the conversation, but his silence after your question beckons you to do so >and to your surprise, not only has he /not/ freaked out that you turned down a threesome, >he looks pretty serious >he gets himself a clean drink and sips on it >"Have you ever gone fishing?" >what >no seriously, what in the hell is he doing "Flash, I just asked you a damn serious question, and you want to talk about fish-??" >but he talks over the last part of what you said >"My uncle took me fishing for the first time last summer. We spent nearly the entire day on the water. It was really fun and I learned a lot." "Seriously Flash, what does this have to do with-..?" >he ignores you again >"You know one of the things I learned? There are two kinds of fish that you catch. The kind that you don't want to keep and the kind that you keep. If you don't want the fish after you catch it, you throw it back in the water. If you want to keep what you've caught, you unhook it and keep it." >he looks you in the eye, >"What you don't do, is catch a good fish and keep it on the line while you move to find a new fishing spot." >oh >you break eye contact as you realize what he means "Damn, Flash... that was fucking deep. Didn't know you had it in you.." >he looks back to you >"What are you talking about? It was just a story about fishing.." >you facepalm; hard "Well then you just accidentally gave the perfect metaphor for my situation.." >"Well if we're talking about girls now.." >he breaths out a heavy sigh >"I liked... someone... a long time ago." >he looks at someone on the dance floor, but you don't look to see who it is >"She was smart and pretty and everything, Anon. I probably had a chance with her; until I acted like an idiot and lost any amount of chance I had." >he looks back toward you, loss on his face >"You're smarter than me, so I can't tell you what to do. If this threesome is your dream come true then I think you should go for it. You're right; stuff like that doesn't come by often." >he takes another sip of punch "But if you think you might have feelings for Sunset, maybe you should consider that as you think twice about these other girls." >you take a moment to realize that Flash may have just said the smartest thing you've ever heard him speak... and he didn't even mean to drop that first metaphor >"I'm going to go dance. Whatever you choose, have fun tonight. Just..." "..." >"...don't leave Sunset on the line." >as he starts to walk off, "Hey Flash." >"Yeah?" "Sometimes you're pretty smart." >he gives a half-grin >"I have my moments." >you two fistbump >"Have a good one, bro." "You too, man." >he goes to find a partner for the next song >you have an ironic, singular laugh as you see Lemon and Sugar walk towards the exit >and you don't stop them from leaving >the time for deep thought over, you decide that standing there alone next to a table devoid of its primary intended content had become far less enjoyable "This is fucking boring." https://youtu.be/qn9AeUK-jG4 [Embed] >walking around wasting time, you spot Roseluck on the side of the gym sans dance partner >you were almost 100% sure that she wouldn't turn horny on you, so you start your descent with intent to ask for a dance >at least, you would have, > if you didn't spot Celestia walking to a different table >a table that had two different punch bowls >and no attendant from the team anywhere in sight >your bro-senses tingling, you make a bee line towards the table she's already at >as if it were in slow motion, you see her grab a cup "Principal Celestia!" >her hand almost made contact with the ladle before she stopped to see who called her >"Anonymous? Is there a problem?" >in the time it took her to say this, you were behind the table and grabbed the cup out of her hand "Please, allow me." >you had been to this specific table already, and the clean stuff was in the bowl opposite from what she was about to have >you pour her a cup from the other bowl, >you hand her the cup >she takes a sip; her face doesn't change >you got her the clean stuff just in time >"I appreciate the gesture, but I never asked the football team members to serve the punch tonight. Is there any reason for this?" >sweating intensifies "Uhh, I think the seniors wanted to... show gratitude for everyone showing up to the game last night." >she takes another sip, then glances at some of the seniors away from your location >"That is surprisingly thoughtful of them." >victory >need to change the conversation "Are you having a good time, Principal?" >she gives a hesitant nod >"If the students stay out of trouble while on campus, then my night will be satisfactory. No trouble as of yet, so I suppose it is alright. How do you like the dance?" "It's been.. hectic. But fun. I'm having a good time." >she smirks a little, reminding you that even your poker-faced principal is also human >"I thought the homecoming king might be doing better than 'good.'" "There's been some.. drama." >she looks partially amused, as her mood becomes a bit more casual >"This school has a 75% female student attendance rate. Drama is to be expected." >something about that statement caught you off guard "I hate to point out the obvious, but aren't you-" >"I am also far /older/ than my students, Anonymous." "That's fair." >"I suppose I will leave you to your duties, then." >a thought enters your mind "Wait, Ms. Celestia.." >"Yes?" >you look around, checking for any prying ears "Yesterday at halftime, you called out the winners of the homecoming court." >she nods, waiting for you to point out something other than the obvious >"That is correct." "Well... you called out everyone else's name normally. Nothing fancy or out of the ordinary with them. Then right before you called my name, you winked at me. What did that mean?" >her casual demeanor leaves >"I'm positive I don't know what you're talking about," "Principal Celestia, please." >this time, she is the one checking for prying ears >she drops her formalities >"I suppose that I could indulge you with a few bits of information, being that we are already immersed in the secret-keeping business." "..." >"I couldn't take Twilight off of the list candidates before the voting was finished, so all of the votes towards Twilight were rendered null. Else, she would have definitely won." "Okay, that makes sense." >"Fleur would most certainly have won if her mouth never opened, as I'm sure you are aware of by now; she still amassed a sizable amount of votes." "Wait, how do you know about-" >she waves her hand, indicating you shouldn't ask >"I know more things than you could possibly imagine." >you decide to not ask >"As more votes were counted, Rarity and Sunset were clearly in the lead. The votes all counted and then re-counted.. it was a tie between the two. Meanwhile, you had easily taken the lead for king. So much so that a recount for you was necessary." "But.. that doesn't make sense.." >"You winning?" "Well, that doesn't make sense either, but that's not what I meant. If there was a tie, how did Sunset win? Why wasn't the tie announced?" >"I'm afraid I cannot tell you that." >she looks away for a moment >"But if I were to tell you, I would /not/ say anything about this school's principal adding in an extra vote to the pot. And I /certainly/ wouldn't say that your position had already been solidified. And there would be /absolutely/ no correlation between these two happenings." >she takes a sip of her drink >".. two happenings that are only theoretical and of course, did not occur." "Wait a... holy shit.. you-" >she tisk-tisks you >"Language, Anonymous. Language." "But how did you know that Sunset had fee-??" >the sly grin she had kept at bay for so long finally made an appearance >"Have a pleasant evening, Anon." >and just like that, she walked away towards other staff members >as your mind still tries to reconcile the fact that Celestia apparently knows everything, >1000 questions flood your thoughts as you try to make sense of what just happened >but one very important one stays along for the ride >you stand there and watch her leave "What in the absolute fuck just happened?" >"Hi!" someone in front of you says in the most chipper mood you've heard all night >"Need some help with something?" >look up >it's Pinkie Pie "Oh, Pinkie Pie. I doubt you would know..." >"Know what? I can't help if I don't know what I'm fixing?" >over the last week, Pinkie struck you as odd to a fearful degree, >but she still seemed pretty nice "I don't know how, but Celestia seems to just know literally everything. It doesn't make sense." >a Sherlock Holems cap and a bubble pips appears out of nowhere on Pinkie's face/head >she puts her palm up to her chin >"I'm not sure. Pulling knowledge out of hammerspace is difficult, even for me. No novice could ever pull that off, not even Celestia. Now an actual hammer? That's easy! Maybe she's using cameras. But how would she know about Sunset's feelings with a camera..." "Pinkie, I didn't even tell you what Celestia knew! How did you know that!?" >"Nope!! That's the fun part!" "What about the hat and the pipe?? I know you didn't just have those on you a minute ago!" >she puts her finger to her lips >"Ssshhhhh; it's a secret." >yfw pic >Pinkie's PI getup vanishes >your mind just rejects what happens and moves on as if that never happened >"I'm thirsty! Am I supposed to ask you for punch?" "Yep, I guess so. Clean or dirty?" >"Clean, please!" >you pour a cupful and hand the drink to her >she takes a nice chug, then casually says >"That's not the clean stuff, silly!" "What? Let me see that." >you take her cup and sip >it /was/ the dirty stuff >before you hand the drink back to Pinkie Pie >look over to Celestia; still sipping on her drink >she got the punch from the same bowl you gave Pinkie >a dastardly idea spawns >hand the drink back to Pinkie, with a great smile >you pour her a new cup with the other stuff "Pinkie, thank you very much for pointing that out." >"No problem, Anon!" >you start to walk away, suddenly Pinkie is next to you again >you didn't see her walk towards you; she was just there >she whispers in your ear >"There /is/ something in the water here." >you look to where she was >and she was nowhere in sight "I... KNEW IT!!!" >there has been too much shit going on to think about what dark magic Pinkie practices in order to do what she does >you look back towards Celestia >she is in conversation with VP Luna and Ms. Cheerilee >you approach Celestia with a bit more aplomb than most students would "Ms. Celestia, I was wondering if we could speak on something while we have a dance." >she looks at you in disdain; clearly separating what you know against what everyone else knows >"I'm very sorry Anonymous, but there are rules and regulations against that." >the exact response you were fishing for >you stare her down with an evil smile "I see. My eyes might fool me, but it looks like Vice Principal Luna and Ms. Cheerilee might be thirsty? Perhaps they could just have a taste of /your/ drink?" >Luna shrugs with a very informal, "I am actually not thirsty at all.." >but Cheerilee looks over as well, "Actually I could use something to drink!" >Celestia's eyes, if only for a moment, turn into pinpricks >but soon return back to normal >"Ms. Cheerilee," your principal says. "I can get you a drink if you are thirsty. I have been feeling a bit under the weather recently; I wouldn't want you to catch anything..." >Cheerilee responds, "Oh, no thank you then. I'd rather not catch anything. I'll just get it myself." >Celestia quietly says to you, "One dance; this never happened." >before anything else happens, you hear a deep and gruff voice say, "Ms. Cheerilee, I was wonderin' if'n you would have a dance with me..?" >you look towards the source of the voice, >it was Big Mac asking Cheerilee... pic "Hell yeah, Mac," you say out loud >Cheerilee is about to oppose, but when she sees Celestia going to dance with you she responds to Mac, "Well, I suppose.." >as the other women leave the conversation, >Luna, who acted like she didn't care to dance with students, >pouts, "Well, no one asked /me/ to dance..." >Flash passes as she says this, on his way for some more punch >Luna sees him and grabs him, "Student; we are dancing." >his eyes, wide as saucers, "Wh-what?" >Celestia follows you and the slow dance ensues https://youtu.be/4wdpSFQTulo [Embed] >you see Flash and Mac with the women and throw up both of your hands pic >Celestia begins the conversation >"What is it that you wanted to speak on? Or did you just blackmail me solely for a dance?" >she's extremely casual when she asks this, seemingly not very pissed at the stunt you just pulled >in fact, the formal air she usually carries with her is apparently thrown out of the window "You're not mad? I expected at least /some/ resistance.." >she looks away for a moment >"As much as I don't like the thought of losing my job, I can appreciate the strategy you've used to earn this dance. Plus..." "..." >"..it's been years since a student had the tenacity to ask me for a dance." "Oh. Well in that case, yeah. I do have a question." >"Alright, but you only have one dance so I might recommend you being concise." >in your time here at the school, Celestia was one of the very few people that you couldn't read >this moment was no different "Why?" >"I'm afraid I don't follow." "Why did you really swing the vote? I'm not going to ask how you knew about me and Sunset, even though that in itself doesn't make any sense. I'm not asking if you knew how much that changed the course of this weekend for me. I just want to know why you did it." >"..." "I know that it's not because of the 'incident' that happened this week. That's over, and Sunset being voted the queen has nothing to do with the school's reputation. And no one would have known if you made Rarity win or kept it a tie. I never asked you to do what you did and I'm pretty sure Sunset wouldn't do that either. So why?" >she looks back with a grin >"You're smarter than your algebra scores, Anon. I'll give you that much." >she exhales >"For all you know, it might be a multitude of reasons. Possibly because, in truth, one might be inclined to pity Sunset Shimmer. It does not take a therapist to see that her past haunts her, though she has done her best to right her wrongdoings." "Yeah... you got that right." >"Possibly because you remind me of someone I knew when I was your age." "Wha.. really?" >"We were young. I wasn't too unlike Sunset back then. Power hungry in my youth, but remorseful as I matured. He wasn't the nicest person, in fact, he could be quite the donkey's behind." >you contain your laughter at the thought of Celestia censoring herself from saying 'ass' >"But even in his trouble making and chaotic nature, he was kind to me when I needed it." >she looks like she's having a flashback for a moment, but then she snaps out of it >"Maybe it is because I am in touch with my students, and I was once a younger girl myself. I could see how Sunset felt about you. The answer to your question might be one, all three, or none of these answers. I'll leave it to you to decide that." "Wow... alright." >a few silent moments go by >"How familiar are you with the game of chess?" "Excuse me?" >"Here is some free advice: When dealing with a girl who has feelings for you, keep in mind that every action does /not/ have an equal reaction. She will have a far greater, more intense reaction; be it good or bad. Much like a game of chess, one wrong move can mean ruining an opportunity 8 turns away, and you might never realize it until it is too late." "Great; I'm horrible at chess. You're starting to make dating sound like a huge pain." >"Such can be the nature of the beast. But.." >as she speaks, you can feel the openness and sincerity in her voice >and it's comforting >"..it /is/ worth it when you find the right one." >you stay silent for a moment, "I'll.. do my best." >"I know you will. I won't prattle in your personal life any further." >the song is about to end "I do actually have one more question. What happened to that guy?" >she sighs again, pain in her heart >"I suppose telling you won't hurt. After being together for a while, he finally opened up to me. He wasn't good with words when it came to his feelings, but he pushed through that and did it any way. And I.." >you can sense her regret from the way she speaks >"I made the mistake of taking that for granted. That was a long, long time ago. We're on speaking terms now, but that door was closed for good." >song ends >Celestia looks at something behind you, then looks back at you >"I am aware that it is unwise to tell you any of that, but I wanted to tell you this. Do not make the same mistake I made." >in a tone of sincerity you say "I won't. And for what it's worth, thank you." >she smiles >"It's always a pleasure to help my students. That is what I am here for." >you grin "That and handing out detentions." >you hear Sunset's voice behind you >SS: "Anon? Principal Celestia?" >meanwhile, be Flash https://youtu.be/4wdpSFQTulo [Embed] "I'm sorry Ms. Luna, what was that??..." >"Your ears work fine; we are dancing." "Ahhhh... okay?" >"Teach us how one dances to this slower-rhythm tune?" "W-well, the guy usually holds the girl like this.." >you shakily put your hands well above her hips; for safety "..and the girl sometimes puts her hands around.. the guy's neck." >"Ahh yes, we see now." >she puts her hands around your neck, in choking style >"Like this, correct?" >in fear of being choked, "NO MA'AM, NOT LIKE THAT" >she let's go of her chokehold, and puts her hands behind your neck >"Is this now correct?" >you just fearfully nod >"And we simply follow your speed of steps?" "Yes Ms. Luna.." >"Student, there is no need for fear. You are simply but a tool." >did... she just insult you?? "What??" >her devilish smile reveals >"A tool for our sister's jealousy." >you look over to Anon; your face practically begging for help >but neither Anon nor Celestia are looking your way "Quickly, Student, place thine hands upon our buttocks whilst we dance; surely this shall make our sister envious." >fear maximizing "Uhh Ms. Luna, I don't think that's very.. appropriate." >her face depicts irritation >"We know quite well of this fact; do it." pic "Am-am I getting in trouble for this?" >"Comply, Student; else you shall." "Yes ma'am." >you quickly move your hands to her butt >and now the battle to not get hard ensues, as well as the battle to not shit your pants "Is.. is this okay?" >she grins and raises an eyebrow >"A firm grip, we see? Tell me Student, do you participate in sports?" >you continually try to keep it together "Yes, Ms. Luna. Football." >"Ahh yes, we did attend the game on the previous forenight. The boys have made us proud." "Th-thank you." >"Tell me young student, what is thy name?" >keepingittogether.exe has stopped running "F-Flash." >"Flash? A poor indication for the length of time we shall be dancing." "Is that 'we' as in you, or 'we' as in 'you and me'?" >"The latter." "Uhh, Ms. Luna, I'm not that good at dancing..." >she gets closer to your face >"Excuses will not be tolerated, young Flash." >if your eyes were big before, they were about to hop out of their sockets now "Y-y-y-you too." >the pasta flies >she backs her head up in surprise, >then another evil smile >"Attempting to take control, art thou?" >you violently shake your head "NO THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT TO SAY" >"You amuse me, Student-Flash. Continue with your antics." >she looks over to her sister >"She is still not looking! We must double our efforts!" >she looks back to you >"Quickly, we must close the gap between us." >she pulls you in closer to her >and as she's one of the few people at the school who is taller than yourself, >your neck is dangerously close to her tits >"Ahh, we recognize you now. You art the one who played guitar at the start of tonight's celebration? Thine instrument was well played indeed." "Yes.." >your neck stiffens as you feel your heart sweat from pure nerves >boner engaged >you look down to make sure your bone isn't showing too much >but instead you get a face full of tits "OIUNASDGF MS. LUNA I'M SO SORRY!!!" >impressed by what she thinks is you making a move on her, >"Thou art a forward one, art thou? So be it. Henceforth, thy name shalt be Forward Flash." >be Anon >PC: "Hello, Sunset," she said, warm and inviting >SS: "Oh.. hi Principal Celestia!" >PC: "I'm afraid I must be getting back to my chaperon duties. You two have a wonderful evening." "Yes, ma'am." >SS: "Yes ma'am." >you turn to Sunset "Hey there, Sunny. Had enough girl-talk with your friends?" you poke at her >she responds playfully, "Done being drunk for the night?" >you scratch your chin "Nope, let me get another real quick!" >she pulls on your arm as you start to walk >"Don't even!" "Don't worry, I'm not. You ready to go?" https://youtu.be/nVqZ7YAqSh8 [Embed] >"Can we have a few more dances before we go?" >you happily shake your head "How can I say 'no' to that face?" >new song plays https://youtu.be/eCGV26aj-mM [Embed] >you and Sunset don't say much >instead the both of you just enjoy the music and the dancing >if there is a friend or teammate around you dancing with another girl, >there is a good chance you give either a thumbs up or a fistbump >and if you don't, most of them do >the moments not spent on silent congratulations to the boys are spent resting your chin on top of Sunset's head >occasionally rubbing her back >glad in the choices you had made with the other girls throughout the night >hoping she was having a great time as well >the song ends and you share a smile with your date >then a finger taps her shoulder >it's Twilight >T: "Hey Sunset, mind if I borrow Anon for a dance?" >Sunset's smile doesn't falter >SS: "Sure!" >Sunset turns and points at you >SS: "But I get the last dance, got it?" "Hell yeah, Sunny." https://youtu.be/z8rCLwNwf8I [Embed] >you assume dancing position and start to dance with Twilight "What's going on, Twilight? Enjoying yourself?" >"I am, actually!" >her happiness seems to slowly go away as the pause between you lengthens >"Actually... tonight has been hectic. For a number of reasons.." "Yeah, tell me about it." >"Applejack told me what happened between you and her." >great, more drama "Oh.. great." >she shakes her head >"Don't worry, I'm not here to interrogate you. We started off on the wrong foot and for that, I'm sorry. I just.. I care a lot about my friends." "I care about mine too. What are you getting at?" >"I was kinda hoping..." >"I was kind of hoping that you would tell me how you feel about Sunset." "Twilight, I don't see how that's any of your business," >her cheeks redden just a bit >"It usually wouldn't be, but I'm not sure what to tell Applejack and/or Sunset. Both have asked me similar questions and I'm willing to take a load of drama off of your shoulders if you just tell me how you feel." "I'd like to remind you that /you/ were the one who tried to spy on me during this last week. I'm not even mad at you about that anymore, but I'm hoping that you can see my reason for distrust." >still moving along with your own slow dance movement, >"I know that. I'm sorry for that, but I'm trying to do the right thing." >she exhales, as if she was conflicted on something >"Anon, you strike me as someone who knows what you want. You have two of my friends, seemingly in the palm of your hand. Which do you want?" >sick of the questioning, "I honestly don't know why we're talking on this. I told AJ how I feel, and Sunset how I feel. I really do understand where you're coming from but both girls know how I feel about them." >"Feel... how?" "I think Applejack is hot; I really do. I also think she's nice. I admire her hard work and many other thing about her." >it was your turn to sigh "But I like Sunset. I... I think she's amazing. Between you and me, I turned down a threesome tonight because of Sunset. She doesn't even know that, and I don't plan on telling her... but it's true." >almost mad at yourself for opening up like that to Twilight "So there's your answer. I like Sunset." >Twi looks in disbelief >"You turned down a... threesome?? From who??" "Two girls from Crystal Prep. Lemon and Sugar. I already forgot their full names." >"You.. really did all of that for Sunset?" "Yeah.. I really did." "...I really did." >her shock is apparent >"Wow, I.. I didn't know you felt that way about her." "..." >"I suppose you have earned her feelings as well. A week ago I would have never believed that I would say this, but you've also earned my respect, Anon. If you ever feel inclined, consider yourself invited to hang out with me and the girls." "Well thanks, Twilight." >song ends >"I'll leave you and Sunset to it, then." >she leaves and says something to Sunset >then Sunset comes over >"How about one more before we leave?" "I think I got one more in me." https://youtu.be/ONJTmycYUjQ [Embed] "You want to try something? Rarity taught me a dance; I think you'd like it." >you take hold of her and start similar movements that Rarity taught you earlier >she follows well >"You're not bad at this!" "Those ladder drills from football practice are starting to come in handy," >as the song continues, you take more liberties with the dance >occasionally spinning her, switching up the steps and such >the song nears the end "You ready?" >"Ready for what?" >you take the final move >still in the position, Sunset kisses you on the cheek >"Let's go," she says softly "You got it. Lemme say bye to the guys real quick." >new song https://youtu.be/8CPlF-IEkXQ [Embed] >you salute the boys, signaling that you're leaving >they salute back, which is bro-code for 'nail her good' >cheesin' at them, you take Sunset in your arm and head towards the exit >on your way, you see Flash >he's sweating and looks like he saw a ghost "Damn Flash, did you run a mile or something." >he nervously shakes his head >"Nope." "What's wrong?" >"V-Vice Principal Luna has been dancing with me for the past few songs and she won't let me leave. She's getting some punch and then she wants another dance." >"What's the problem? Luna is pretty hot.." >you feel an elbow hit your side >Sunset has a playful smile >SS: "How hot exactly?" >damage control "I mean, she's alright. Definitely not hotter than you though.." >you're silently praying she takes that >SS: "I'll let it slide." >back to Flash >"That's the thing! I can't even talk to her, and she's getting weird about making Celestia jealous about something!" "Jealous of what?" >"I don't know??" >Luna appears behind Flash as she places a hand on his shoulder, "Forward Flash, we will now continue with our dancing." >Flash terror face >Flash looks at you and silently mouths "Help me." >you shrug unable to think of a way to help >you pat his shoulder and Luna grabs him "Hang in there, buddy." >Sunset takes your arm as you leave the gym >meanwhile >be Flash >"Our sister has not yet taken notice. We must increase our efforts once again." >oh no >your sweating only grows worse "H-How?" >her eyes become sultry >"One might have an idea." >she holds you close again >tits next to your neck, you focus on /not/ looking down >"Forward Flash, resume thine hands where they belong." "Ms. Luna, I /really/ don't think-" >her unamused face >"We shall not repeat ourself, young one." >fear-boner engaged "Y-yes ma'am." >you hesitantly place your hands on her ass again >she looks over to her sister, and sees that Celestia is looking at you two now with a questioning expression >"Quickly, our sister witnesses us!" >she grabs your head and plants a kiss on your cheek >you proceed to do what is only reasonable; pass out and drop to the ground >Celestia sees this and marches over to Luna, your unconscious body at Luna's feet >and Celestia is pissed >PC: "Wonderful job Luna; now he's passed out. We've talked about making advances on the students before! Do you want lawsuits? Because this is how we get lawsuits." >be Anon >as you open the car door for Sunset, she delicately steps in, wearing your jacket >you close the door, and attempt to slide over the hood of the car again >and this time, you land on your feet >you throw your fist to the sky "FUCK YES!" >Sunset quietly giggles in the car >you get in the car and start it up "Please tell me you saw that." >she pokes your side >"The only thing I saw was you being dumb." pic >you poke her right back "Hey, it's cool, okay!? It's super cool!" >she shakes her head with a toothy grin >"You just keep thinking that.." >you start the CD again https://youtu.be/MWCaRar9F4k [Embed] >a fire lights within >you place a hand on the gear stick "Oh, I'm feelin' the need again.." >Sunset, remembering what that means, looks over in disapproval >"Don't you EVEN think about it!" "TOO LATE!!" >you spin the tires and practically fly out of the school parking lot >"ANOOOONNNNNN!!!" >you eventually slowed down, not wishing to piss off your date >the song ends and another starts https://youtu.be/UpfZcEjopYE [Embed] "Man, this song fits." >"How so?" >you lower your window a little, watching the street lights pass the car >you take in the beautiful starry night sky "It's just.. how insane this week has been. I've probably said it like a billion times but life was pretty different for me before this week started. There's a price to everything, you know? I about lost my mind a couple of times.." >she leans over and places a hand on your shoulder >"I know some parts of the week were rough for you, but I like where this week took us." >you cheese a little "Me too." >the song ends; next one begins https://youtu.be/osArvsAGdMM [Embed] [Last Unicron by America, Covered by Ninja Sex Party] >as the intro plays out, you get the feeling that this isn't the rock you were looking for >you wanted driving music, not crying tunes >as the singer sings the first few lines about some animals, you've had enough of the sappy song >you reach your hand over towards the 'skip' button >but Sunset lightly grabs your hand as you do so >you look over to find a surprisingly somber looking Sunset >"Can we listen to this? I really like this song.." "Uh, okay." >you listen to the lyrics as you drive >after the mention of a 'unicorn' you guess that it's some kids show tune >you remember that Sunset liked cartoons; probably why she liked the song >halfway through the song, you look towards her again >she's really into the song, >in fact, it looks like she's getting some feels >as you pull into her driveway, the song ends >you look over one last time before you get out of the car >Sunset looks as somber as ever, >you really wish that song didn't come on.. >you open her door and help her out of the Beast >nerves start to hit a little >would she invite you in? >what would you do if she did? >what if she didn't want to have sex tonight? >Norman's words seem to ring in your ears, "She's something really special. Like, it's like I don't even want to fool around with her." >the longer you were with Sunset, the more his words became relatable >you definitely wanted to fool around, but only if Sunset was comfortable with it >you walk her to her front door and stand on the porch >she doesn't move, just looking at the door for a little >she looks conflicted about something when she takes your hand >"Anon... I.." "..." >"I need to tell you something. I wasn't going to earlier but that last song reminded me of things that you should know." >unsure of where this is going, "Okay, what is it?" >she looks away >"It's weird and it's crazy and I just don't want you to freak out about it. Can you promise me you won't be upset with me?" >you grab her hand a little tighter "Unless you're about to say that you're actually a guy, I promise I won't freak." >you were fishing for a laugh, trying to cheer her up from whatever was going on with her >it didn't work >she shakes her head, not laughing >"No, I'm not a guy, Anon." "Alright well then it can't be too bad..." >she takes a few moments of silence to work up courage >"Anon I lied about where I was from." "Sunset," >you say in a comforting voice "If you're embarrassed about where you're from then you don't have to talk about it." >she shakes her head >"It's not like that." >she blows the air out of her lungs >"I'm not from here at all.." "What are you talking about?" >"I'm from... Equestria." >that's a place you definitely haven't heard of before "...what?" >"You're going to find out eventually and I want you to hear it from me.." >and so she tells you everything >she describes Equestria as best she can; she tells you that she was born as a unicorn >she describes how Equestrian magic works >she tries to explain how the two worlds have many parallels, such as the people/ponies being in both instances >she talks about the similarities of the two worlds >she goes over how so many things are so very different >at first, you smiled, thinking that she was telling a well thought out joke >but the smile falters slowly over time as she keeps going and the punchline never happens >she tells you of how she got here, and what she used to be like >she described what she did and included the battle between her and the Elements >after a bit, you somewhat held on to the thought that it was still a joke >but the sincerity in her voice and the fact that no one could just make all of this up on the fly, pointed towards her telling the truth >at this point, you're too shocked and overwhelmed to really comment >but the battle part reminded you of your dream, "When I was knocked out last night... I saw that battle happen in a dream.. were you really a demon? All of that really happened in real life??" >she gives a slow, shamed nod before continuing >she describes how she can transform in this world due to the magic >you extend a palm, signaling her to stop "Hold on just a damn second.." >you study her eyes, "Is this a joke?" >she shakes her head "You're being serious?" >"Yes Anon-" "So you're telling me... that you were born as a fucking magical horse.. studied under a magical horse princess, named Celestia, as if it needed to get more unbelievable... jumped through a portal that crossed into an alternate dimension, came to our world with malicious intent... had a big anime styled fight... and now you're just trying to be a good person as you make your way through /this/ world. And through all of this, you can just 'transform' to a higher state of 'magical' power??" >your response doesn't carry any joy to her, >in fact, it shot a blow to her courage >"I know that's weird and you probably don't believe me.." "Sunset if what you're saying is true... I can't lie.. I'm not sure how to feel about it.. I mean, talk about dropping a damn bomb on me.." >"I know it is.. That's why I was scared to tell you," she says, starting to sound less and less optimistic >you put your palm over your forehead "I don't think I can even comprehend most of that.." >you look away for a moment "I mean... unicorns and magic and alternate universes... it's just hard to believe, Sunset. It sounds more like a cartoon story. It's a lot to take in... and it's weird.." >still trying to wrap your brain around what she has told you "Can you show me something.. like you transforming?" >she somberly shakes her head >"I can't control it like that; it's complicated. I'm not supposed to do it either, unless someone is in peril or imminent danger, but it also just happens sometimes when I get extremely upset." >her shoulders drop, as does her demeanor >"I understand if you want to leave.." >she turns away, unable to look you in the eyes >but you can feel the despair in her voice >"..Trixie was right." "What does Trixie have to do with anything?" >"I.. when I put your jacket on top of my purse, your phone fell out and hit the floor. I was just checking to make sure it still worked so I hit the lock button... and I saw it." >you pull your phone out and hit the lock button >Trixie's private picture shows up >your eyes turn to pinpricks "Oh fu-" >"It's okay; I'm not mad at you. I'm just... upset at myself. I confronted her when I saw it, Anon. I lost control of myself and I started to transform.." >her voice becoming weaker the more she talks >"I called you my boyfriend, and I know that you're not.. it's just me being clingy.. again.." "Sunse-" >"She called me a basket case... but she's /right/ Anon. I /am/ a basket case. After Trixie left, I saw Applejack dancing with you.. I know how she feels about you and I couldn't even be angry at her. All I could think was 'why /shouldn't/ he like her instead of me; some weird magical pony-girl?" >there are so many points to make from what she's saying that you couldn't decide which subject to tackle first >she continues before you start to say anything >"I tried putting myself in your shoes and the only thing I could think of was 'why would he ever want to be with some crazy, emotional girl... who used to be a unicorn, when he could have almost anyone he wants?'" >she looks at you again, this time, eyes welling up >"You've been nothing but nice to me... and all I've been is a pain to you. An emotional burden. It wouldn't be fair to ask you to stay with me when you can do /so much/ better, Anon." >she starts to get upset "Someone like Applejack... would be better for you, and I can't compete with that. She's strong and pretty and honest... and she wouldn't bother you with my kind of emotional crap.." >she looks at you, desperation in her eyes >"Thank you for tonight, Anon. You did everything perfectly. You showed me such a good time and I never felt better in my life. I'm sorry I didn't tell the truth to you earlier, I just thought..." >she turns her head away before she finishes her thought >she shakily reaches inside her purse, grabs her keys and unlocks the door >she takes a step inside, without you >she takes a step inside, but you grab her hand, preventing her from going inside "Wait. You told your story, now it's /my/ turn to tell you something." >she stops and listens to you >you step away from her a little, giving her space >"I got hit on a lot tonight. Trixie, AJ, and two girls from Crystal Prep... they all offered me sex. The two girls even offered me a threesome.." >Sunset looks more sad than before, almost hurt by your words >"W-why would you tell me that??" "..because that's not the whole story. I turned them down; all of them." >Sunset's misery quickly molds into a strange surprise >"Wha-?" >you sigh "I'm going to be honest; I almost went through with Applejack's offer. She was the first really hot girl who took a notice in me at this school. It was really tempting. It hurts to even say that to you, but it's true. When we were dancing, she offered, and then she grabbed my hand and we walked towards the exit... but the closer I got to the door... all I could think about was how hurt you would be and how awful I would feel about it. I stopped AJ and told her that I couldn't go with her. I couldn't leave, Sunny." >her sadness starts to slowly melt away "I COULDN'T LEAVE IF IT MEANT LEAVING WITHOUT YOU." >you take a few deep breaths "And I don't give a shit about relationship titles; I like you and that's all that matters. You keep talking down about yourself but I don't get it. I think you're great, and fuck anyone who says different." >you rub your temples for a moment "I don't know about all of this pony business. It's weird and honestly I'm kinda uncomfortable about it. But it's not enough to change how I feel about you. You said that I should go and find someone better; someone else..." >Sunset waits.. hoping you're going to say... what you're going to say "... I rejected 4 'someone elses' so I could be with 'someone better'." >you take a moment "..you." >softly, she nearly squeaks out, "You.. really rejected all of them... for me?" "Yes, I did." >no response for a while >she looks happy for a moment, but then shifts to concern >"An.. Anon, I know you don't like talking about this stuff.." "No, FUCK that. You wanna know why I told you that?? I don't like talking about feelings because I learned that opening yourself up to someone made you vulnerable to getting your heart crushed. And I got GODDAMN sick of being on the sole of someone's fuckin' ego boot." >you look away for a moment "But I don't feel worried about being open with you, especially since you've risked so much to open up to me. It feels weird and awkward but dammit; I'm doing it." >you take a few breaths again "The truth is: you're /not/ a basket case; I think you've been through some hard shit. Shit that I can't even imagine what it's like to go through. And FUCK Trixie for saying that you are one. You say that AJ is strong.. but I don't know if even Applejack could handle what you've been through. I think /you're/ the strong one. After what you've been through, I don't think you are too emotional; I think you've figured out a way to stay sane. Which, honestly, is more than I would have done in your shoes." >you say, a bit quieter, "I'm still here because I've decided that I'd rather be with you than any of the other girls I've met, and I'm not leaving until I know that you feel better about yourself." >her tears start falling as you say this, as her wide, loving eyes meet yours >"Y-you're going to make me cry.." >she doesn't say anything for a bit but you can see her body shifting from her diaphragm's quicker pace >you step toward her and use your thumb to wipe away the tears from her face >you take your other hand and put it behind her head, slipping your fingers between locks of hair >you start to slowly pull her in for a kiss >the waterworks still running, she grabs your tie and pulls you in faster to her >she opens her mouth and and locks lips >for the first time, she kisses you with nothing held back >it feels passionate, wild.. >"Thank you.." she says softly in between the kisses >she pulls you inside the door and closes it, not letting go of you >she takes a leap and jumps onto you, no longer caring about anything but your presence >you put your arms around her, holding her up while at the same time, delicately running your hands up and down her back, taking quick break to grab her ass >she quietly moans while doing so, already so emotionally aroused by your actions and words >she breaks away for a minute, eyeliner running down her cheeks >you again, take a thumb and wipe it off of her face, then you use your hand to hold her cheek >"Anon.. will you stay with me tonight..?" >you feel a warm, comforting smile appear on your face "Of course," >she slides off of you and stands on her own feet, still continually locking her lips with your own at high speeds >she kicks her high-heels off and they land somewhere in the living room >still guided by pure emotions, she lays a hand on your chest, and slowly sails it downwards >she passes your belt and her fingers touch your dick through your pants >she looks up at you again, this time with pleading eyes >"Anon.. I want you..." >she drops your suit jacket to the floor >"I want to /show/ you how I feel about you.." >as she continues her kissing, she inserts her tongue past your lips >it explores and discovers the entirety of your mouth >meeting and encircling your own tongue, brushing itself onto your teeth, sending itself toward your throat >her mouth tastes like fruit punch as you take your turns of tongue-play >you put your tongue into her mouth and she lightly bites it and pulls her head back slightly as her teeth slowly lose grip on your tongue >she pulls you by your belt to her room >as the both of you get inside, she closes the door behind you >she gets close again and caresses your cheek >"I want you to unzip my dress~~" >she tuns around and places her ass onto your crotch, like she did at the dance >she bends over and slowly, she moves her ass from side to side, rubbing your dick underneath your pants >your body has a singular shiver of pleasure >she turns her head around to look at you, "Is this as good for you as it is for me?" >you couldn't help yourself anymore >you grab a hold you her hips and shove her harder onto your crotch >she closes her eyes and breathes in through her teeth >"Ohhh, Anon...I love it when you h-hold me like this.." >you rub her ass onto you a little faster as her breathing speeds up >she opens her eyes and looks back again >"Please.. undress me." >you reach over and unzip the back of her dress >she stands up straight and shakes her hips gratuitously, then proceeds to pull her dress off >as the small black dress hits the floor, Sunset is only clad with lace bra and panties, plus the nylons on her legs >her large, supple breasts bounce a little in her little black bra >it was the hottest thing you had ever seen >as the boner started it's blood flow, she pulled you in again, biting your bottom lip >breathing hot, flustered air, heavily into your mouth >an animal craze overcomes you as you lift her up >she wraps her legs around you, flexing her thighs, putting her hands around your neck >"Being picked up by you does something to me~~" >you pull her in towards you and start to kiss her neck >her head leans back as her mouth opens towards the ceiling >as you kiss her skin, you can hear the air softly moving in and out of her throat >her eyes are closed again, and soon she's biting her own lip >she lowers her hands down from your neck and grips your shoulders, squeezing them every time you place a kiss on her neck >"Anooonnnn..." "Yeah, Sunny?" >she moves her head and start to nibble on your ear as she whispers, "I want to be yours tonight," >in bravado that you seldom felt, you respond, "You're already mine tonight." >the tent you've made in your pants becomes increasingly taller >she hops off of your torso and unexpectedly hits your dong between her legs >she has a small gasp of air and looks at you in a blissful surprise >"Anon.. you're already hard?" >you cheese a little bit "And that's /with/ compression shorts on.." >she slowly reaches towards your dick >"Can I...?" >you fervently nod your head >she takes her index finger and draws circles around the tip, watching it grow further >a single twitch comes from your leg as she does this, and then you remember something "Sunset... I... haven't came in a bit.." >the last time you came was in Rainbow's mouth >every night since then you were either too tired, too mad, or too drunk to fap >and the way she was right now, you wouldn't last 2 minutes.. >she sheepishly grins at you >"That's alright Anon... if it's okay with you.. "What is it?" >"I want something else first anyways.." >she takes her entire palm and pets the tip of your dick over your pants >"I... want you to finish.. /on/ me." >she takes your belt with both hands and starts to slowly unfasten it >as she does this, she makes eye contact and doesn't break it >"I'm going to take care of you first~~" >once your belt is undone she takes care of the button and zipper >you kick your shoes off and your pants fall >"I hope this wasn't too inappropriate.. but I looked some things up.. to know how to do this better." "You... looked up porn?" >"I never have before.. but I wanted to be ready in case this happened. I just want this to be good for you too." >you grab both of her cheeks with your palms and pull her closer to your face "Sunny, it's already damn good!" >blood rushes to her cheeks as they radiate with pride >she takes a step back, still radiating >"I want to finally show you what they look like." >she takes off her bra and throws it across the room >her rack was more than nice... round... they didn't sag at all "Holy hell..." >you jump forwards and put your hands on her tits, grabbing them, rubbing them, teasing her nipples >all the while, she takes a hand and grabs your balls over your compression shorts; playing with them >her breathing continues to rise in speed as the making-out becomes more sloppy >after a minute, she looks at you with wild, sexy eyes >"Anon, I want your cum all over me." >she takes off your shirt >you remove her nylons, making sure to squeeze her legs as you pull them down and off of her feet >then she pulls your compression shorts off; your log bounces to attention >she looks you in the eye as she licks her hand, then places the hand on your dick >she repeats this a few times to make sure you're nice and wet >her hand slowly rubs your tip all over, waking up the nerve endings >she slowly moves onto the shaft, giving strokes all the way down; all the way up past the tip >"Do you want a kiss?" >she pushes you onto the edge of her bed, and gets on her knees >she places a kiss on your tip and she continues to work it >she does this for a while, then adds her other hand to the equation >twisting, turning, pulling, all while making sure your dick is sufficiently wet >every once in a while, stopping the process to rub just the tip for a bit >"Can I try something?" >you vigorously nod your head >she licks her fingers while giving you a sultry look >but instead of applying the saliva to your cock, she repeatedly applies it between her breasts >she then opens them up and places your cock in between >after pushing them together again, she starts the up and down motion >her tits, now glistening from the wetness, bounce back and fourth around your member; rubbing it all over >"I've.. I've wanted this.." >she applies more pressure into pushing her tits together and increases the speed "Fu-fuck, Sunset I'm starting to get close..." >"Anon! I can /feel/ it throbbing!" >you desperately grip her bed sheets >the pressure building insanely fast >"I can't wait to see you finish~~" >she goes even faster than before >your body's response is to thrust in addition to what she's going "Sunset, it's going to get all over!" >"Show me! Shoot it onto me!" she cries out >the pressure released and the garden hose went to pull power >a spring of your seed shoots out from between her tits and hits her face >she yelps out in surprise, giggling as you finish >as the volleys of cum continue, it goes from her face to her chin and then her tits >covering her in your white sperm >"Wow, Anon..." >as it finally stops, you plop your head back, catching your breath "Holy fuck, Sunset.. I never came that hard in my life.." >"I guess I did good?" but her tone suggests it wasn't a question; she was teasing you now >she gets up off of her knees >"Anon," she purrs out with a mischievous smile, "You got me all messy now.." >she takes some of your cum and rubs it onto her tits >"If this is what it feels like to make you cum.. then I like it." "You.. don't mind that I came on your face?" >"Of course not!" >still playing with your load, "After all, it's so warm.." >10 minutes later, Sunset went into the bathroom to get a towel and wipe herself off; >you decide that she should be rewarded for her performance >you sneak up off of the bed and hide behind the opened door, waiting for her to return >she walks in, still only wearing her panties >but she doesn't see you >"Anon? Where did you go?" >you jump up behind her and grab her, putting light bites on the side of her neck >she lets out 'yip!' in surprise but relaxes once she realizes what you're doing >you grab her hair and pull on it, pulling her head back >you move your biting to the middle of her neck >"mmhhhhhmmm," she purrs >still both standing in the middle of the room, you draw circles with your finger, starting at her neck and shifting downwards >you get to her belly button and start taking it slower; teasing her >her head rests on your shoulder as she begins to shallow her breathing again >she spreads her legs a little, giving you more room to play with >as soon as you get to her panties, you reach down past her waist and put your hand on her thigh >slowly pulling up towards her panties >the leg you're teasing gives a faint twitch >"Is this what I get for being a good girl?" she breathes into your ear >you nibble her ear "Yes it is." >you tease her a little more before you move your hand towards the sweet spot >the second your first finger hits her panties, you notice something "Sunny.. you're so wet!" >she turns her head and bites your cheek >"I can't help it~~" >you take her panties off past her thighs and they drop to the floor >still behind her, you take your middle two fingers and softly run them on the outside of her vulva >her labia is swollen from anticipation >your rubbing causes her to moan >you pick her up and gently toss her onto the bed >you place her on the edge of the bed, and this time you work your tongue, searching for her clit >when you find it, her whole body shivers as she coos out, "ooohhhhhhh, Anon..." >she occasionally squeezes your head in between her thighs as you do your work >a minute goes by while you do this >she sits up and pulls you on top of her >with longing eyes she quietly pleads, "I want you inside me," >you begin to position yourself for the main event, >but Sunset grabs your cheeks; stopping you >"Start gently.. okay?" >you move back up to have a long kiss between her, combing her long hair with your fingers "Of course.." >you insert just the tip, ever so slowly >she closes her eyes and her mouth makes an O shape >slowly, you thrust further and further inside of her "Is this okay?" >"yyeesssssss" >the farther inside your member goes, the more you notice, "Sunset.. you're so tight.." >as your cock slides in between her walls, >her head shoots back against the bed >"mmmmhhmm.. more" >you comply, continuing your excursion >still on top of her, you grab her rib cage for support >she shoots her body up off of the bed and latches onto you >"Kiss me," >you switch your hands from her sides to her ass, and notice the hand prints you left on her >you hold her up, kissing and fucking her; sharp breaths from her coming into your mouth >she uses her weight to help your movement and with each thrust inside her, she moans a little harder >she puts your head next to yours >"I'm sooo wet for you," >as you get to the point where you're not holding any length back, her moans become very audible >she becomes more aggressive with the love-making >you put her back on the bed >you grab the inside of her knees and push them back, having her form spread eagle >"Anon.. that's so-oh-oh-oh gooood.." >for a moment, her legs move and her head turns in response to the stimulation >she brings her head up a little and bites your lip, holding onto your back >your hands go on either her shoulders, or her tits >her breasts bounce every time that you insert >you slap one of her tits and she bites her lip is response >"Do that again!!" >you do it a few more times, watching them bounce harder than before >she lightly digs her nails into the skin of your back, scratching trophy marks onto you >she pulls you to her then rolls over, putting you at the bottom >"I'm going to ride you, Anon~~" >slowly, she let's your cock fully insert into her, then she begins to ride >starting with simple horizontal movement, letting her walls twist and turn around your penis >but then she puts her knees next to your hips and begins the vertical movement >her legs flex as she creates her movement >her hands on your chest for support, she occasionally digs into the skin from the pleasure >in less than a minute, her ass is slapping against your thighs and the both of you are working up a sweat >her hair as well as her tits bounce up and down >you begin moving your hips to assist her work >"Spank me, Anon!" >you swing your palm back and smack her ass, >"ooOOHH!" she squeals out >"Again!!" >you smack the same spot over and over, leaving another hand print on her >her eyes roll back and her mouth opens from the feeling >all the while she's becoming more vocal >"An-on, OOOHHHH MORE" >you hold nothing back now >"MAKE ME YOURS!" >you pull her to the edge of the bed, and you get off of the bed >she places her feet on either side of your head >you grab onto her thighs and begin again "Sunset.. this feels so good.." >then she crosses her raised legs, making herself slightly tighter than before >her body twitches as you're nearing your finish >"Anon, I'm close!!" >harder and faster you go, as she clenches the sheets and bites her teeth down together, moaning and squealing to your rhythm "SUNNY WHERE SHOULD I CUM??" >"INSIDE ME; ANON, I WANT TO FEEL YOUR SEED INSIDE ME!!!" >she wails out a moan and shouts >"DON'T STOP!!" >you feel the pressure rising to maximum as she cries out in ecstasy >your and her final moans escape your throats at the exact same time you both orgasm >you feel a current of wind in the room >the flood gates open and you feel the volleys of cum filling her up >her eyes roll into the back of her head as she yells out, "OOOHHHHHH IT'S SO WARM, ANON!!" >when she says this, her hair starts to flow and light up with a golden glow; >some type of ethereal force envelops her, and giant ethereal wings spread open from her back >this happens exactly as you finished, >you immediately take a step back >all this, and your semen is dripping out of her >your eyes wider than they have ever been "Holy shit..." >her transformation bounces her from completely pleasured to cautious, >you both take a few seconds of silent to catch your breath >she feels the wind and the wings on her, and tries to accept what just happened >she looks to you, near worried of your reaction >"So this is what I look like transformed..." "..." >"..what do you think?" >you take a few seconds to just look at her >she looks like a goddess of some type "I think.." >you pinch your arm, then look at her again >she's still like this; this is real.. "I think that's fuckin' hot.." >a several hours and a few rounds later >"Oh Anon, please, more!!" >The pleasure is unreal; you had no idea it felt this good >she felt lucky that you accepted her lewd request >you were baffled that someone, especially her, wanted you like this "Fuck, this feels good" >her shit eating grin turned into a goofy smile as her eyes rolled back >you decide to take charge a bit; test out the waters >"O-oh... OH ANON, PLEASE" >you stop the action for a second >she looks at you weirdly >"Something wrong?" >you pull out of her before either has finished >"What is it?" >you shake your head and rub your eyes >"Are you too tired to finish?" "No, no, not at all. I just had some deja vu..." >"You had a dream that we were having sex?" "Not... exactly.." >you shake your head again "I had this dream Sunday night that I was having sex with someone... I don't remember who; I doubt I knew her. But you just said the exact same thing she said in the dream.. except we're not at school right now and a fire alarm didn't go off." >she cups your cheek >"Maybe it was me, and it all worked out?" >you smile "Maybe so.." >a tender moment is shared in silence between the two of you >then she playfully rolls her eyes, >"So are you going to finish me off or...?" >you turn the bed into a tornado of sheets as she giggles, pretending to fight you off "I think someone just earned some spanks!" >she playfully wails out a "No no no NO, AHH HAHAHA!!" >some time later >she rolls off of you, and you catch your breath >you wipe the sweat from your forehead >your balls ached with pain, but it was all worth it >Sunset places her elbow on the bed and props her head up with her hand >"You think you're done?" "I KNOW I'm done; also, I think I need a blood transfusion.." >she wraps her still-naked body around yours and she snuggles her head next to you >your breath now back to normal rates, you put an arm around her >in a quiet but vulnerable voice, she says, >"Thank you for staying.." >you chuckle "I think it worked out.." >she slaps your shoulder >"I'm not talking about the sex, Anon!" >you roll over and put both arms around her "I know, I'm just messing with you. I would have stayed even if we didn't do... this." >a moment passes >"Can you play with my hair again?" >you take your fingers and sift them through her red and blonde hair >this goes on for several minutes >eventually she looks at you with a smile >"Have you seen my new nightgown?" >you raise an eyebrow "Nope!" >she joyfully pecks a kiss on your cheek and says, "Wait here." >she darts out of the room "Is it going to be sexy??" you yell out >no response >she walks back into the room, wearing your jersey "Yep. That's sexy." >she climbs in bed and pulls you in for one last kiss before saying, "Goodnight, Anon." >she rolls back over to the other side of the bed, giving you some space "Goodnight, Sunny." >within minutes, you're out >but in your sleep, you roll over and pull her into spooning position >she backs herself up into you and accepts your arms around her >a warmth rises to her cheeks as she can't contain her smile >she didn't notice it, but her hair lit up; just a little >she falls asleep, softly rubbing the hands that hold her >you wake up >the light is coming in from a window >you look around to see that you're alone >your balls still ache like crazy, so last night definitely happened >but where is Sunset? >her clock reads 9:36am >you rub your eyes and stretch >then you lay your head back down, raise your fist to the air, and quietly say "Hell yes." >your ears start to detect something >it's muffled, but it sounds like a song playing somewhere >your nose catches a scent >whatever it was, it smelled good >the bedroom door opens and Sunset walks in >the music can be clearly heard now, https://youtu.be/7tULqRDFv-E [Embed] >"Good morning, all-star," >the additional light from her opening the door makes you squint your eyes "Hey, Sunset." >as your eyes adjust to the extra light, you see her smiling >still wearing your jersey >with something in her hands >it's a... tray? A large plate maybe? >she walks over next to you >"How are you feeling?" she asks with care in her voice "Pretty good; you?" >she bends over to kiss you on the forehead with a giggle >"I'm feeling like you scored last night, 85." >she brings the huge plate over to you >"You like pancakes, right?" >low and behold, a giant plate, holding a stack of pancakes was set upon your chest ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (Epilogue) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ >your watching TV with a bowl of cereal in your lap >a thought hits you "Shit." >you quickly finish your food and pull out your phone >message to Sunset [Going to be a little late; have to get something done.] >you go to your room and turn on your computer >log into your email >1 new email >read it >reply Dear Mom, I hope you're having a good time... wherever you are now. Is business good? I know I probably should remember where you're at... ..but I don't. Sorry. Either way, I hope it's fun over there. Anyways, things are going pretty good over here. I know I forgot to email last weekend; a lot has happened since you guys were at the house last so I'll try to update as best I can. It pretty much started 2 weeks ago; homecoming week at school. Even though I know that you always complain about it, I never go to school functions. I had no plans on changing that for this year's homecoming. But after getting getting sucked into some drama at school, I ended up meeting this one girl. I'll get back to her in a minute. The football team was supposed to play a nobody team that Friday, but we ended up having to play Crystal Prep instead. Wheels, the guy who usually starts on tight end position (that's offense, remember?) got injured the weekend before the game, so Coach put me in for the starting position. And guess what?? I got the winning touchdown!! I'll send you a link for the news clip once I find it. And yeah, I was on the news. No big deal. Totally a huge deal; it was awesome. During the week, the school voted for homecoming court. You'll never believe this, but I got voted homecoming king. That girl I mentioned? She got voted homecoming queen. At that point, I figured it would be a waste not to go to the dance so I agreed to go with her. We had hung out at times during the week and she even asked me out for a date earlier that day. Homecoming would be that date. I took her to Godfather's back in Summertown and she met Vito and the gang. We went to the dance and it was pretty wild. Long story short, I had a good time. I guess you were right about some of the school functions being fun. Her name is Sunset, by the way. She's pretty.. awesome. (At this point, I can practically hear your squee-laughter of excitement. Please contain yourself.) I'm not letting you meet her until you promise not to say anything embarrassing to her. Oh, and I'm burning my baby pictures before you even think about showing them to her. Let's see, other things that happened since I last emailed: Got punched in the face by a girl; not Sunset. (I'm fine.) Got hit on the head by a helmet. (Went to the hospital; I'm fine.) Went to Principal Celestia's office a few times. (Not in trouble; I'm fine.) Went on another date with Sunset last night. And no, I didn't forget to wash the dishes. Also, tell Dad that I got to drive a Camaro all of last Saturday. He'll flip out. -Anon PS: I got your email about the extension you and Dad got for work over there. Don't worry about me; I have the house under control. I'll see you when you come home. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- >"Rough practice, huh?" >you roll your eyes "Yeah... the first practice I've had since homecoming and it's hitting drills the whole time." >you walk into the locker room and take your shower >after getting out, you change back into your regular clothes >"You know what I could use right now?" >"What's that?" >"Anon's homecoming story." >the locker room agrees with a war cry >you turn around "Fellas, listen, it's the second time this week I've told you the story!" >one senior shakes his head >"You told us at the senior table during lunch; everyone else hasn't heard it yet! You haven't been to practice since it happened!" >the guys nod their heads as especially the freshman, eagerly await the story >even Rumble, who now sits with the seniors, is nodding "Well... alright." >you sit down "Gather round and hear the Homecoming Anon story." >now in story telling mode, you begin "Shit went down the whole week, but the good stuff all started on Friday. I woke up like it was any other game day..." (10 minutes later) "... and once I got to her place.. let's just say.." >you lean back and cross your arms "I woke up on Sunday to some homemade pancakes." >the room lights up with a chorus of, "YEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!" >Rumble speaks up, "What happened after that? Like, what about the other girls, Anon? Sunset wasn't the only girl who liked you!" >you shake your head "I guess not. Trixie stopped hitting on me after the dance. I don't know why, but she just stopped. She never got her second dance, and I don't think she even wants it now." >you knew that wasn't the truth, >but you weren't about to tell the whole time what really happened between her and Sunset >the guys who /did/ see it happen, proudly nodded their heads at you; unseen by the rest of the team >they wouldn't say a word "I don't know about Lemon and Sugar; I haven't seen them since then. I didn't take their numbers so I haven't talked to them since." "Applejack didn't want to talk to me for a while, but a few days ago she sent me a text saying that she was sorry. We talked for a while and we're friends now. Just friends." >Mac nods with a grin >Rumble: "What about what you said to Fleur??" "Principal Celestia is a wise person, Rumble. After Fleur's parents complained, I had to get in trouble for it. I got 2 Saturday detentions." >"..." >Rumble: "But... this school doesn't even give out Saturday detenions.." >you cheese "I wouldn't tell Fleur's parents that." >high fives and fistbumps later, one of the freshman ask, "What was it like with Sunset.. ya know.. with Sunset?" >you shake your head "I'm afraid you boys will never find out." >your phone buzzes "And my ride is here. Have a good one, boys." >you walk to the front of the school where a car is waiting for you >sit in the passenger seat >"You told them the story again, didn't you?" >you nod your head, containing the cheese "I told them the story again." >she shakes her head, trying not to grin >"You're all idiots." >you put a hand on her shoulder as she drives off "Sunset, I think it's time that you stopped horsin' around." >"I'm driving us into a ditch if you tell me another horse joke." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- >you open your eyes >vision is blurry >there's a light hitting you from your right >you blink and rub your eyes >everything is clear now >look around >it's your room >and it feels >peaceful >it seems odd, but it truly feels peaceful >you feel at peace >you pull the sheets off of you >and you feel a little colder than usual >you slowly swing your legs off of the bed and get up >you look towards the light invading your room >it's coming from the window >you open your blinds and look out >it's snowing outside >your eyes adjust to the bright white >but once they adjust, you are not met with only a bright white >you see all kinds of colors outside from the numerous decorations and lights beaming festive hues >and every color just seems so saturated with a warm brightness >as small white crystalline shapes pour from the sky, you open your window >stick your hand out, and a snowflake falls into your palm >it melts almost instantly, but it looked beautiful >a frozen breeze intrudes upon your room as you close the window back >you gander at your front yard >your lawn has festive winter lights and decorations strewn about >a car drives down the road, but it is alone in its travel >you look across the street >the lights inside your neighbors' houses are on >you feel excitement in the air as silhouettes, both large and small move about with energy in the houses >some of the yards across the street have kids having snowball fights >laughing and giggling in their winter jackets >you hear a faint, catchy, familiar melody as one of the houses is playing Christmas music >it's... >it's Christmas >it makes you smile and think of the holidays when you were younger >you feel... happy >as you find socks to put on >you smell something delicious >you smell breakfast >pancakes to be specific >that means... >your parents are home for the holidays >they came back from their business trips >you open your door and walk into the living room >your dad, on the couch, greets you with a smile and a singular "Son." "Morning, Dad." >your mother is in the kitchen >upon hearing Dad speak, she turns around and sees you >"Anon! Merry Christmas!" >she puts the pancake batter down and walks over to give you a hug "Merry Christmas, Mom. I'm glad you guys are home," you say, still in the embrace >"Oh, you know we would never miss Christmas." >"Hey Anon," your dad calls from the couch. "Why don't you grab yourself a coffee and we'll watch the game?" >you grab a cup of coffee and sit down next to your dad >when you sit, he pats your shoulder >"Hey kid, I know I told you this over the phone, but I just want you to know how proud me and your mother are of you. I know it's probably rough being here alone all of the time, but you continue to keep your grades up and do well for yourself..." >he gives you a smirk >not totally dissimilar to the one you give to people >"...and I watched that game of yours against... uh, who was that team?" "Crystal Prep?" >"Yeah yeah, that one. Hell of a game son; you did real good." >it wasn't often you got praise from your father, but when you did, you really earned it "Thanks Dad. That means a lot." >your mom speaks up from the kitchen again >"But your grades are still more important, Anonymous!" "I know Mom!" >your dad shakes his head and laughs, "Mothers..." >you two sit back and while you both sip on your coffee, you watch the professional football game >watching football together was something you two did since you were young >it felt nice to be able do it again >as your mom finishes breakfast, she calls you two over to the table >as you dine, you are asked questions about what is new in your life >when you finish answering, you ask about their business trips >when the meal is finished, "Hey Mom, I invited Sunset over for present-opening like you asked." >your mother speaks up with a smile >"Good! We got her something too!" >you smile real big "That's awesome!" >you go to your room to put on some decent clothes before she arrives >as you exit your bedroom door, there is a knock at the house door >your mom calls out to your dad, "She's here!" >the morning was already so amazing >the cherry on top of this entire day would be seeing Sunset and being with her >you open the door and see Sunset with a winter jacket on >her head is down and her hood is on >she's shaking and sniffly >she's got to be freezing "Sunny, come on in! It's warm in here." >she looks up at you with a big, warm smile, though she's indeed freezing and sniffly >she hugs you tightly before she steps inside >SS: "Merry Christmas, Anon." >you put your arm around her as you close the door behind her "Mom, Dad; this is Sunset." >later that day, at her place >both of you watching cartoons on her couch >she's snuggled up to you because she said she was cold; you're so hot that you're about to sweat, but you don't have the heart to move her "How do you like your beanie hat?" >"I love it! Your mom really knows how to pick gifts!" >you reach out and hold her hand "Sunny, I was wondering if you could give me a gift.." >she looks at you strangely >"You.. you don't like your watch? I-I made sure it was a guy's watch.. I'll take it back if you don't like it.." "No no, I love it!" >her mind searches for what you mean until a sultry look spawns on her face >she reaches for your belt >"Oh okay, I see what you want.." >you grab her hand, stopping her "I'll totally take that... in a minute. But that's not what I meant, either." >"I... don't understand." >you chuckle a little bit "Sunny remember when I told you that I don't give a shit about relationship titles?" >she nods her head >"Yeah.. you said that on homecoming night." >you hold her cheek >then remove your hand and look to the side in disgust "You know I had this whole line set up for this, and now that I think about it; it's super cheesy. I was going to say that you becoming my girlfriend would be the best gift you could give me this Christmas... but let me try something else." >her eyes widen as you say the last part and a smile starts to form "I've changed my mind on the whole relationship-status thing. Sunset, I'd like you to be my girlfriend." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (Years later) >the air outside was cold >the wind bit your skin as you stepped outside of your place and put on a hoodie >it was an old hoodie, one you hadn't worn in a very long time >but it was comfortable, which was something you needed right now >you lock the door behind you and leave, going down the outside stairs >you flip your hood up, wanting the least amount of people to see you >it was dark outside; extremely dark >while walking, your mind goes over your thoughts very quickly >you had thought about doing this for the longest time >the constant internal battle of "should I" or "should I not" plagued you >so when you got the first call, you hesitated for a minute >they wouldn't come and find you if you didn't show.. right? >you could back out, right? Only they would know.. and they wouldn't say anything.. right? >but it was too late now >beyond everything your brain was telling you, you kept walking >your money was already spent, there was nothing else you could do >you get to your car and take a look at it again >it was the car your parents gave you for your 18th birthday >after you told Dad about the Camaro you drove on Homecoming, they scrounged up enough money to buy an old beater version of the same car >it didn't even run when they gave it to you >so after getting a part time job, you set aside all of your free time and money into fixing it up >and soon enough, she purred right along just fine >ever since then, you made upgrades and repairs to it as needed >now you you barely had enough money to put gas in it >your phone rings "Hello?" "Yeah... yeah I still want it." "Yeah, put it in the box. I'll be there soon." >you get in the car and drive off to your destination; hands slightly shaking (nights later) >you saw the sign you were looking for >you pull into a parking space and stop the engine >getting out of your prized possession car, you walk towards the establishment >as you open the door, the warmth of the place envelopes comfort round you >it's smaller and more homely than most bars you've been too >not too many people inside >two large men in black shirts stop you from stepping further >"Hey buddy, got an ID?" >you pull your wallet out and show them your ID >a familiar voice rings from further inside the establishment >"Anon? HEY, ANON! YOU MADE IT!" >you look over to him with a grin >the bouncers see you're of-age and let you in "Flash, it's damn good to see you, brother." >"Good to see you too, Anon." >he starts the bro hug, and you hug him back >"Jeez, did I just hug a bear? Bro you got ripped!" >you look at yourself in your favorite long sleeved shirt from high school >the sleeves fit a bit.. tighter.. than they did back then >you look to Flash and casually shrug "College football will do that, I guess." >he motions you to follow him >"C'mon man, let's sit at the bar." >he finds two open bar stools all the way down the line >he calls the bartender and orders two beers, then says >"Every drink we order is on my tab." "Flash, you don't have to do that. I got a couple of dollars on me; I can pay for mine." >he shakes his head >"No way. I have more money than I know what to do with. The least I can do is by my bro a few pints." "Well, thanks. Run into any fans on the way over?" >"Nah, not too many. This place is way out on the edge of town so I could avoid some of that. Some guy did ask for an autograph once I got here, though." "Well you are in your hometown again; I'd expect more of that. Live it up, Flash; I mean that. Not everyone gets to be on a famous rock band," >"True that, buddy." >the bartender brings the drinks >Flash raises his drink >"To the future and to still being best bros." "Here here." >glass clinks "So what has Forward Flash been up to?" >he rubs his temples >"Holy shit, I haven't heard that name in years. That's just never going away, is it?" >you man-giggle "Not with me, it's not." >"Oh well, it could be a worse nickname. Anyways, I've been good. The label keeps me busy, you know?" "I don't know about the label, but I know about keeping busy. How's the band doing?" >his eyes go wild with excitement >"Just got off of our national tour! Album sales are through the roof! And get this: my manager called me when I got in town; they're planning a WORLD TOUR for next year!" "Hell to the fucking yes, Flash." >you offer up a fistbump, just like the ones you did in high school >he connects >Flash picks up his drink and takes a chug >"Can you believe that it was only five years ago that we were just some band that opened up for the CHS homecoming? And now all of this??" "Crazy. You know we used to play football together?" >"Yep, as crazy as that seems now; me playing football." >you both take a sip >"Enough about me and the band. What are /you/ up to these days? "School and football, my man." >"Which is harder?" "It's a mix, for sure. Work outs are so much harder than the shit we did in high school, and these are two and three-a-days. School can be pretty hard but Canterlot University takes care of it's football players more than CHS did, which says a lot. When all of that is done, I still find time to party on the weekends a little." >"Anon: still keeping it real." >you grin "Best believe it." >"You trying to go pro?" >you wave your hand "Nah. Even if they offered, I don't think I'd do it. I love football, but not THAT much. At least what I'm doing now pays for my degree. Plus, I don't want to be travelling all of the time." >"Why not? Take it from the guy in a big rock band: the road can be REAL fun!" "Among other reasons, too much time away from Sunset." >"Man, every time we talk that always gets more unbelievable to hear. Who would have thought that you would be the guy to have a high school sweetheart?" "I don't know, I certainly never saw it coming." >he leans in with disbelief >"I mean holy shit, you two are /still/ together, aren't you? Every time we talk, I still can't get over that." >you look away for a moment, trying to contain your cheesy smile "Yeah, we are." >"Hey, I bet she doesn't complain too much about your new muscles, does she?" >you both have a good hearty laugh "Nope!" >he raises his glass again >"Well here's to the both of you." >you raise yours "Buddy, I'll drink to that." >you both have a nice chug >then he laughs a little >"You'd drink to anything, Anon." "Actually I've cut back on that." >"Really?" "Yeah. Apparently alcohol decreases muscle mass or something like that and Coach said that I'm too light as it is. I'll still slam some sauce every once in a while but not nearly as often as I used to." >"Well good for you, man." "Yeah. So how are them groupies?? I've heard stories, ya know... like eight at a time??" >he looks a little embarrassed as he turns his head >"Well... not /eight/.." >you and Flash catch up on each other's lives for a few hours >among several other discussions you share, >he gives an intimate description of what it's like to be an internationally famous rock band >and you tell him what it's like to go to college and play football on the next level >late in the night, you check your watch; the same watch Sunset gave you in high school >1:03am "Shit, I gotta go." >"Aww, man. Are you sure?" "Yeah, there's one more thing I have to do before I head back home." >you both stand up >the sadness of separation hits again, as you and your friend must once again go separate ways "Flash, it was good to see you again. Don't take so long to come back and visit next time." >"You got it, Anon." >a few moments are spent in silence, both of you dreading what must occur "Take it easy, rocker." >"You too, meat-head." >the both of you share another brohug before you head towards the door >"You know I'm in town for another month; we should hang out." "You bet your ass we're hanging out before you leave. Tell you what: I'll show you what a campus party is like if you show me what a rockstar's party is like." >"You got a deal, Anon." >as you exit the building, the cold hits you again >winds trying to break through your clothing to give you chills >you hop into your car and drive off >an hour later, you put the car in park >turning the engine off; you just sit there for a while >thinking >the whole week, you had just been thinking >glad you only had two beers with Flash; you wanted to be sober for this >worried about the money you had just spent, you were nervous about this >unsure about the future, you were terrified about this >the decisions you had made in the weeks prior had led you up to this point >you look out of your car window to take a gander of the outside >everything was in complete stillness, and darkness >there were no people around, but through the glass you could hear the crickets chirping away >for a moment, >you think about how much had changed since the times when you and Flash went to school together >how different life was >and how different you were >but if you thought too long on this, you would never leave the car >and you needed to leave the car >after a minute, you look at your passenger seat; which holds two items >one item is an old lunch box that you used in kindergarten, complete with decals of your favorite superhero all over it >the other item was an old key, which had rusted over time >you pick the key up, hold it in your palm, and mutter to yourself, "Thanks, Joe." >next afternoon >you pull your car into a parking space >she's in her car, waiting for you >you get out of your car to see her running to you with her winter clothes on, giddy as can be >"Anon!!" >you get a cocky grin "Hey there, Sunnybuns." >she jumps into your arms and excitedly kisses you; putting both of her hands on the back of your head >"I'm so sorry we couldn't spend any time together last weekend... I was worried about finals and I studied all night over the entire weekend." "Grades come first, Sunny. How did you do?" >she lights up again >"All A's!" >you grin while shaking your head "I never doubted you." >you set her down on her feet, only for her to embrace you >"I missed you." >you hug her back "I missed you too." >as you use your legs to trudge up the mountain, you use your hand to hold Sunset's >"I can't believe I live an hour away from this place, yet I've never been here! It's so much different than Canterlot Mountain." >one of her hands holds yours, other other carries a picnic basket "We've been to Canterlot Mountain a couple times before, so I thought we could switch it up." >"Why this place in particular?" "Back when I lived here in Summertown, I used to hike up to Sadler's Peak a couple of times in the year." >"Sadler's Peak? I didn't see that part of the mountain listed on the brochure.." "That's because it's not on the brochure." >the two of you approach a fork in the trail >on the left, the trail continues >on the right is a gate the connects two long fence lines >the gate has a sign on the front that says, "Trespassing; DO NOT ENTER" >you place a rusty key in the lock that keeps the gate closed >you look to Sunset "Do you trust me?" >without waiting; she eagerly nods her head >"You know that I do." >she plants a quick kiss on your cheek >then with an adventurous tone, she says, "Lead on, trailblazer!" >you twist the key and the lock pops open >you both enter and continue on the trek >the conversation continues >"Hey so I was thinking about what we're going to do for summer vacation this year.." "Alright, what do you have in mind?" >"Have you ever been to Brothens?" "Okay, now keep your eyes closed!" >"They're closed!" >you lead her by her hand towards the spot you were looking for >her other hand is over her eyes >the air is a bit thin where the two of you are at, proving the altitude >she takes small steps to avoid tripping on rocks and twigs >but soon her little hiking boots are stepping on a solid surface, devoid of any pine needles or other natural obstructions >you get behind her and guide her forward movements by directing her hips "Okay; stop." >she does so >you put your arms around her from behind >she hasn't uncovered her eyes yet >"Can I look?" "Yeah." >she uncovers her eyes and opens them >she has a quiet gasp once opens her eyes >Sadler's peak was the true summit of the mountain >a large boulder protruded from the side of said peak, safely secured into the mountain >and if one was to stand on the flat-topped boulder, one could see several miles worth of landscape as far as one's eye could see >her eyes grow wide with the sight >"Anon... it's so beautiful." >you look as well, trying to remember the last time you were here >still holding her from behind, you put your cheek against hers "I can see two beautiful sights from here." >you feel heat rush to her cheeks from that as she snuggles closer to you >you point off into the distance "See that? That's Canterlot Mountain." >you point to a new direction every time you list off a landmark "Canterlot U is behind the mountain. Over there is where CHS is. That's the city part of Summertown, and right over there is Godfather's. Remember, that's place where we ate our homecoming dinner in 11th grade?" >she turns to you, enamored from the sight >"How could I forget?" >she looks back into the distance >"This place is perfect; I just can't get over how perfect this place is for our picnic." >minutes later >you open up and lay down the blanket under neath a tree behind the giant boulder >Sunset opens up the basket and sets out the plates and food >time goes by as you eat your food and talk to Sunset; your girlfriend "Sunset, these chicken sandwiches are great!" >she gives a warm loving smile >"You know that I love making food for my all-star." "You know how I love to eat your cooking, too." >"Well you better have an appetite for when we get to your place; I'm making my homemade lasagna!" >you raise a fist to the sky "Hell. Yes." >she talks about her classes and her friends >then asks you about how football is going >you still couldn't get over how adorable it was that she learned the ins and outs of football so that she could understand the sport you played >you really got a kick out of watching her surprise your dad by explaining why his team wouldn't win the game, that one Christmas >and the fact that you were lucky to have her didn't fly over your head a bit >you look at the sun, about to set, and the nerves kick in again "Gimme a second; I need to piss." >you get up and walk off towards the trees, far away from Sunset's view >after emptying your bladder, you look around >there is something you're trying to find >then you see it >a mound of dirt with a large twig sticking out of it >you move the dirt pile and the twig as well >to reveal an old lunchbox of yours, superhero decals all over it >you take the lunchbox and open it; removing an item from it's inside >placing the item in your back pocket >you walk back to Sunset and have her stand up >you lead her to the boulder again "I know it's cheesy as hell, but there's nothing like watching the sun set on Sadler's Peak." >she looks out in wonder to the horizon; watching the giant yellow star start to turn red and sink out of sight "I thought maybe Sunset would like to watch the sun set.." >you turn your head away, and coax yourself "Dammit, that was way too cheesy," >she turns around as she touches her nose to yours >an appreciation is in her voice as she says, >"How do you do this?" "Do what?" >"Do things like this, for me. For years, you've never failed to make me feel like I am so much more than I ever could have been. I wanted to go to college and you convinced me that I was smart enough to graduate with honors; it looks like I will, too. I thought I looked just 'good' in a dress and you convinced me that I looked amazing. I never felt like I was beautiful until I met you." >she takes a minute, never leaving your eyes >"I am so in love with you.. I don't care how cheesy this is.. I never want you to leave me." >your heart skips a beat "I love you too. I.. got you some jewelry this week." >she buries her head onto your chest, like she did at the dance so many years ago >"Anon, you know you didn't have to. I told you when we were in high school that you don't have to buy me things to make me happy. I'm happy just being with you; with being your girlfriend. You've given me more than any amount of money or jewelry could ever compare to." "I, I know.. But I wanted to do this." >you take a deep breath, pushing aside your insanely fast heart beat "I couldn't imagine getting any older without you by my side, and now that we only have one semester to go before we graduate... I couldn't wait any longer. " >you let go of her and take a single step away >your breath falters as you say, "So I meshed together... what little money I had.. and bought this." >you shakily grab the item in your back pocket and drop to one knee >you present the small velvet box, and open it; inside, an engagement ring with the largest diamond you could afford "I love you Sunset Shimmer. Will you marry me?" >the setting sun shines on your faces as you do this, >while also casting a long shadow of the two of you; a silhouette of two lovers into the woods >the biting cold in the air, if only for this moment, transforms into a sweet breeze >you have less adrenaline in your veins when you are in a playoff game >her eye lids shoot wide open as her eyes start to well up >her hands immediately cover her mouth as she starts to pull in staggered, heavy intakes of air >her throat moves as if it's choking >her quick blinking causes tears to fall from her eyes >but her cheeks rise in direction, indicating joy >"An-Anon... you're going to make me cry..." >the heat you're feeling and the heart-attack level pulse rate felt overwhelming >you could swear that you were getting dizzy >your eyes were wide open for a completely different reason "Is..is that a yes...? Because I'm.. sweating bullets over here and-" >she doesn't even wait for you to finish your sentence >"YES!" she wildly squeals as she tackles you to the ground with open-armed excitement >happily bawling out her overwhelming joy >"YES, OF COURSE, YES! A THOUSAND TIMES YES!!" >your back lands on a leaf bed as Sunset straddles you; deeply locking her lips upon yours >her hair falls all around your head, providing a canopy for your heads >as she pours out her emotional joy to you; her hot, love-filled tears of pure happiness drop onto your face >seconds turn into minutes before the flow of kisses stopped >as she lay on top of you, head next to yours; she becomes silent and unmoving "Sunset, babe? Do you need me to move so you can be more comfy?" >she shakes her head, which is still next to your own >"No," she whispers, still mildly choking up >"Don't move. I just want to lay here, with you." >her lungs fill up with air, then she slowly lets the air out >"I just want to lay here so I can remember the moment you made me.. the happiest girl in the world." >the intimate moment seemed to last a lifetime >all of your nerves and fear turned into joy and contentment as she laid on top of you >as you realized that Sunset would soon enough, be your wife >as the sun disappeared long ago, it starts to get dark >the two of you get up and start to pack everything up >"Wait.. WHERE DID THE RING GO??" "SHIT." >the velvet box flew out of your hand when Sunset tackled you, >so you two search around looking for it >after about 10 minutes, you finally find it "Got it!" >she runs over to you >you open the box again, and take the ring out >she extends her hand out to you, and you put the ring on her finger >you have a giant sigh of relief when you see that it fits perfectly "I know it's not the biggest diamond.. so when I get more money, I'll buy you another one, okay?" >she fervently shakes her head, still looking at the ring, then at you >"I don't want another one.." she says, trying to cry again >"This one is perfect, Anon." >after another long embrace, you guide her back down the mountain; >she arrived to Sadler's Peak as your girlfriend, and left as your fiancée >you couldn't remember the last time you were this happy >you put everything back into your car and she gets in >you would drive her back here for her car when the weekend was over >you get in, the euphoria still alive and well >she can't help but have her hands on you and she shoots her body over and hugs you again >"Anon.. can you take me somewhere before we go back to your place?" "You tell me where and we're on our way, Sunnybuns." >she sits back in her seat >"I can't tell you where, you just have to take directions." >you raise an eyebrow with excitement "Feeling adventurous, are we?" >you start the car and follow her directions (an hour later) >when she tells you to make a left, you pull into somewhere you hadn't been in a long time >you find a place to park and you get out >as the two of you walk, you stand in front of a building you left a lot of memories in "You wanted to see CHS again?" >"..." "Don't worry; I don't mind. We had some good times here, didn't we?" >"Yeah, we did. The best were with you." >she holds onto your arm >you look to her, and something is definitely on her mind "What are you thinking about?" >she looks at you with a serious and sincere face >"Anon.. the portal is open tonight." >it takes a second, but you remember her talking about it >you turn around to see the statue in the courtyard of the school >you look back at her "Sunset.. are you saying..?" >"Anon you've shown me so much here. I've told you about Equestria so many times, but it's been years since I've been able to go back. Either the time wasn't right, or I wasn't ready. I've thought about it for so long, but now I want to visit again.." "But Sunset... why? Why leave me here now?" >"No, Anon... I want you to come /with/ me." "Wha.." >"I wasn't sure about this before, but now I am. I want you to see where I /really/ grew up. I want you to meet the princesses; I want you to meet the everyone there. I want you to see how beautiful it is there." "It's not like I don't want to... but Sunny.. we have our lives here. We've both worked so hard for what we have now.." >"It opens back up before our winter break ends. I would never ask you to sacrifice what you have here. We'll both be back, here to stay; I promise. I don't want to stay there anyways; my place is here. With you." >with loving eyes and a gentle touch, she holds your cheek >"But before we graduate.. before we get married.. before we start a family.. I want to do something. You've shown me Summertown. I want to show you Equestria, if only for a few weeks." "..." >"But I can't go there alone, without you." "..." >"Will you go with me?" "..." >"Do you trust me?" >her final question is what snapped you back to reality "Yes." >with a quiet happiness, she smiles "Okay. As long as we're back in time; I want to do this too." >"I promise; we'll be back in time." >you think for a minute "Let's do it." >wordless, the two of you step up to the base of the statue >you stop inches away from entering, and you grab her hand >she looks at you, smiling, >you smile back >you're about to step in, when she stops you >"Anon... can you carry me in?" >without delay, you pick her up and carry her >the same way you carried her over the years as you both conquered whatever life dealt you; together >"Are you nervous?" "Yeah... a little." >"I love you." "I love you too." >then you step in; together (Fin)