>Trixie had been the undefeated swimmer for so many years.
>It's unsure how long this has been the case.
>People have lost count.
>Virtually everybody.
>Everyone except Trixie herself.
>It's like she kept it in her head automatically every time she won another swimming race.
>All throughout her younger years, she was the champion.
>First place was all she knew.
>Swimming faster than everyone else around her was all she knew.
>Something started to ring in her ears after a while.
>Every time she got out of the water.
>More than just the usual ringing in her ear due to the change in air pressure or whatever.
>Something about her conquering the challenge of "sink or swim" in life.
>It was definitely something symbolic.
>Especially for Trixie.
>This place she always held was something she always had.
>And it was practically all she had all the way throughout high school.
>Outside of the natatorium, Trixie didn't have a satisfying amount of friends.
>She wasn't lonely.
>Only because she didn't allow herself to be lonely.
>She made friends with her trophies as more of them befriended her.
>Tournament after tournament.
>She would pretend that they were talent show trophies.
>Swimming is a talent anyway.
>Trixie held onto this more than anyone outside of her perspective knew.
>It was hers and hers alone.
>Fueled her before every race.
>She became the most determined swimmer of all of CHS.
>And to far from no avail.
>Every first place trophy was hers for the taking.
>Every season.
>Outdoor swimming...
>Indoor...
>It didn't matter, Trixie was the best.
>And she didn't have to verbally tell herself that all the time to stay convinced of it.
>It was a fact.
>The audience would cheer her on all the time.
>It was such an empowering sensation to hear them.
>Even from under the water.
>As Trixie rushed past any competition that dared face off against her.
>Almost literally blew them out of the water.
>Some of them were even scared to try and beat her.
>They knew they couldn't.
>And even with this, Trixie would do absolutely anything to maintain this streak.
>A long self-tradition of victories.
>She was even recognized at the end of her senior year of High School as the greatest swimmer to have ever attended CHS.
>Many of the records were first set by her, and at ridiculously high bars.
>Bars so high that the only thing that would go higher than them were people's eyebrows when they saw them.
>If there had been a record before Trixie attended the school, she broke it.
>Then she broke past her own footprints she left, stopping at nothing.
>A complete stranger to the plateau.
>Make no mistake, Trixie is unstoppable in the water.
>They say that her being light blue signified her destiny to be the best in the light blue water of the swimming pools.
>Some don't even see where she went, mostly on account on how fast she was going.
>She didn't swim like a fish, she darted like a torpedo.
>...
>All of this stuff being consistently said about Trixie was something the girl couldn't get enough of.
>These words, these... facts, these... compliments.
>Music to her ears.
>It made her so happy, all the way up until the present day.
>And up until this day, those facts kept the plateau away.
>To this day, Trixie is practically in love with herself and everything she's done.
>She sits at the side of the pool with her feet in her dominion that is the water.
>Trixie lets out a sigh beyond satisfaction with her life.
>Until she looks out the window.
>Oh, right.
>The final school dance is coming up.
>All of the seniors are pairing up, but all the guys Trixie wanted are taken.
>Whatever, she doesn't need them.
>Social life outside this natatorium never took off.
>But it was never something Trixie cared about in the first place.
>Whatever, no need to think deeply about it.
>Trixie wasn't built to attract boys to want to date her anyway.
AlexanderGrey !!2EDHA0sSV5b Mon 01 Jan 2018 07:50:58 No.31646128 Report
Quoted By: >>31646132
>>31646123
>All her life, her chest has been flat, her behind following suit.
>She never developed much of curves or anything like that.
>Just stayed in a sleek, able bodied form that allowed her to dominate the pool for as long as she's willing to remember.
>As far as she's concerned, she was born in these waters.
>The waters of swimming pools.
>Trixie was raised by it.
>Molded by it.
>She didn't get used to dry land until she was in the middle of having her 18th birthday.
>When so many strangers asked her what she did with most of her time, and she proudly pointed to the natatorium.
>Whether it be the CHS natatorium, the local recreation center natatorium, the local swimming pool, or others.
>These little rectangles surrounded by seas of land and civilization have always been Trixie's territory.
>And she has probably endlessly established this to everyone she knew.
>Trixie wasn't built to settle down with a man, she was built for her territory: the water.
>Built to swim, not to sink.
>All those other people went ahead and had their school dance.
>Trixie knows she's not lonely.
>...
>Trixie doesn't know what she's going to do after leaving her hometown for college.
>All of the pools she knows are here... soon to be referred to as "there".
>Some distant place Trixie has claimed thrones in.
>But it helps to keep in mind that while land may be different in different places, pools are always the same.
>Just a rectangle of water surrounded by concrete.
>All Trixie knows, but all she needs to know.
>...
>After the first few weeks of college, Trixie starts to realize how alone she is compared to others.
>Swimming season here isn't year round; it's only in the Spring.
>Now Trixie has nothing to do with half of her time.
>All of those things she heard about herself don't mean as much when she can't remind herself.
>She can swim laps, but there's no competition.
>But that doesn't stop Trixie from being competitive during practice with others.
AlexanderGrey !!2EDHA0sSV5b Mon 01 Jan 2018 07:52:00 No.31646132 Report
Quoted By: >>31646135
>>31646128
>She proves her skills right off the bat, so it does help a bit.
>But Trixie also finds herself enjoying more of the university amenities like self serving dining commons and all that stuff.
>Back at home, her school and home had a limited amount and variety of foods and drinks to choose from.
>This place is different.
>Trixie can eat all the yogurt and ice cream she wants.
>Drinking a lot of milk becomes a habit for Trixie, especially whole milk since skim is disgusting and 2% reminds Trixie too much of whole milk.
>Something about 2% being closer to 0% in opposition to 100% (whole).
>It's really stupid, but Trixie doesn't put much thought into it.
>The holidays come around, and it gets extremely cold at the pools.
>Even inside of the natatoriums.
>Trixie spends less time doing what she loves and more time preparing for the finals and stuff that's coming up anyway.
>She's practically unchallenged anyway, for the most part.
>There was this one guy she saw swimming a few times but never got a chance to swim at the same time as him to see if she could easily beat him.
>What was scary to Trixie is that this guy looked almost exactly like her.
>Light blue, the same color as the sky and water, lighter blue hair, purple eyes and a very slim but fit build.
>She doesn't know his name, but this guy is almost literally a male version of Trixie.
>And he swam just like her too, from what Trixie could tell.
>But it wasn't intimidating.
>As trixie sits before the space heater in her room ,bundled up and sipping eggnog, she knows that she's gone faster than that.
>Well, she at least remembers that she has.
>Besides, she hasn't even started swimming seriously yet.
>She only does when she puts on her usual one piece swimsuit she's worn every time she won a race.
>It has the name "Trixie" on it, but in Japanese: "トリクス".
AlexanderGrey !!2EDHA0sSV5b Mon 01 Jan 2018 07:53:02 No.31646135 Report
Quoted By: >>31646143
>>31646132
>Her coach she had known for many years who originally tried to teach her the basics of swimming after she learnt it on her own made the name in Japanese on purpose.
>The coach was really into Anime or something, and was really mad that Trixie learned everything they wanted to teach her before they could do anything.
>Trixie even surpassed the coach's abilities within the first week or lessons, it was insane.
>The coach was so angry about being bested so easily that they refused to put her name on her official swimsuit in english.
>They couldn't bear to see the name of someone who humiliated them so easily on the first try being so... established.
>So they put it in Japanese instead.
>Since it was the only other language they knew.
>But Trixie merely embraced this, and took her Japanese name across the finish line thousands of time in first place instead of her english name, which the coach couldn't bear knowing would happen.
>This just made Trixie stand out even more, as if her raw talent wasn't more than enough to do that.
>Over the years, Trixie hadn't hear anything about the coach until someone said they committed suicide after Trixie made it into the newspaper of her home town.
>But this was allegedly only a stupid rumor, and the coach supposedly just moved out of state and was never heard from by Trixie again.
>But the name "トリクス" plastered to the front of Trixie's swimsuit continued to cross the finish line first.
>Only first.
>No exceptions.
>And now, Trixie sits on her bed thinking all of the times she spited that coach.
>Smiling at her past.
>And relaxing on her bed for hours on end each day after sipping eggnog and chocolate milk.
>But she still jogged around to keep herself in shape.
>Not going to let herself go that easily.
>This became an everyday routine for Trixie, especially in the worst month of the year: January.
>Trixie starts to take longer hot showers holed up in her dorm as the coldest winter days made the air more unbearable.
AlexanderGrey !!2EDHA0sSV5b Mon 01 Jan 2018 07:54:05 No.31646143 Report
Quoted By: >>31646152
>>31646135
>She focused more on relaxing with many layers of clothes on in her room, the heat turned all the way up and the windows more locked than anything she could imagine.
>On one particular day, Trixie is reading through the university website and sees something about the swim team.
>It turns out students can disclose their record times from the past on the site.
>Trixie didn't know about this, but the other guy who is just like her apparently did.
>And Trixie blinks several times and looks more closely as her eyes spot his times.
>They are extremely close to her times; down to just a couple of seconds.
>Which wouldn't be much of a big deal if Trixie's times were normally at very least ten seconds before everyone else's.
>She still has him beat by two to three seconds, but it's too close for comfort for Trixie.
>Trixie perks up and jumps into the shower, ready to power through the cold January days and slip into the indoor pool.
>With "トリクス" written across her flat chest.
>She enters the natatorium with a look of determination and starts doing some practice laps.
>It isn't much.
>At least for now.
>But she's making sure she says ready for this guy.
>Ready to defend her title at all costs.
>Even though he doesn't even know she exists yet.
>Trixie tires herself out pretty quickly before calling it a day.
>Lasts a little bit longer the next day.
>She starts to pay more attention to the calendar.
>Swimming season is right around the corner.
>...
>And now it's here.
>Trixie almost feels anxious, but her memories of always being in first place give her more confidence than she needs.
>This is where she starts to get a little cocky.
>She actually waits for the guy to show up at the natatorium.
>And he shows up, as expected.
>Trixie stands leaning against a wall, smirking.
>He waves to her.
>"Hey."
>Trixie tries to remember what this guy's name was from the article.
>What was it?
AlexanderGrey !!2EDHA0sSV5b Mon 01 Jan 2018 07:55:07 No.31646152 Report
Quoted By: >>31646156
>>31646143
>It was similar to her name, too.
>"So you swim here a lot huh?" Asks Trixie.
>He just nods, then turns towards the water.
>Not really much to talk about, but Trixie does get his name again after a couple of minutes.
>Upon introducing herself, of course.
>"Whoa, you're really good at this." He compliments.
>"Thanks." Trixie flicks her hair back after rising back to the surface of the water. "You're not too bad yourself."
>"So uh, Trixie, you ever been in any competitions? I feel like you have."
>This is what makes Trixie grin at the guy.
>She wants to give so many answers to this. "Trixie has been in countless swimming competitions. And she..." She almost holds it back for the sake of suspense, but it comes out anyway. "I have never lost a race."
>Trixie is the first to see that the guy is both visually impressed and slightly intimidated, before he even realizes it.
>"Wow, really?" He replies.
>Trixie raises her chin in pride.
>"Looks like I'm not the only one."
>Trixie slightly glances down through a lidded eye. "Ehh... huh?"
>"Maybe we can be on the same team! We'd be unstoppable." He suggests.
>Trixie hesitates.
>"We swim in teams here?"
>"Uh... I actually don't know."
>Part of Trixie wants to avoid the challenge completely until she realizes that doing such a thing would be so unlike her.
>Trixie was meant to be number one, not some poser who happens to look exactly like her.
>And so, she's off to the natatorium.
>Trixie bundles herself up in the cold and makes it to the place on time.
>Ready to tie any loose ends in her skill she might have.
>Determination not only fills her.
>It overflows in her mind.
>She finds herself alone a lot of the times.
>Swimming in circles until she tires.
>The time away has gotten Trixie questioning why she's doing this when there aren't any challengers there to face her.
>Nope.
>It changes in an instant after the re-emergence of that "foe" who doesn't even know the girl much at all yet.
AlexanderGrey !!2EDHA0sSV5b Mon 01 Jan 2018 07:56:09 No.31646156 Report
Quoted By: >>31646160
>>31646152
>The one she had that pointless conversation with, and found no weak points.
>The one that she could barely beat, but it's still too close for comfort for Trixie.
>They have some casual conversation.
>Yup, he's still saying that he's undefeated.
>Must be telling the truth.
>How could it be false when he was that close to Trixie's swimming times?
>Of course the two stop talking after a while.
>Trixie getting competitive smirks on her face didn't help the moments not be awkward.
>But she knows she has to stay on top.
>Even starting to get nightmares at night about him catching up to her completely.
>Putting on her swimsuit has become a daily routine.
>Trixie is ready to take this on.
>She's going to beat this guy.
>A few weeks later and the sign-up sheet for the swimming competition of the university is on the bulletin board.
>Trixie is the first to sign.
>Putting her name down in english onto the paper as the person who pinned the paper moments ago is still walking away.
>Looking back at Trixie with a judging look in her eyes.
>She can sense her tension from down the hall.
>Trixie feels the eyes turn away from her after the distant door closes then goes straight to the pool.
>Her english name on paper.
>Her Japanese name in water.
>She wears it on her chest like Superman.
>Darting from one end of the pool to the other.
>This girl knows she's unstoppable.
>Even three days later when she sees the same male clone of her darting as well, but just not enough to make her worry... too too much.
>Wow, look how fast he can go.
>But still...
>This girl hopes she's unstoppable.
>Look, there's his name of the paper.
>He was the second to sign.
>Let's hope things keep playing out this way.
>Trixie is practicing day and night, barely giving herself enough time for classes or even eating.
>She eats mostly cereal in the morning, yogurt for lunch and regular food for diner with a side of chocolate milk.
AlexanderGrey !!2EDHA0sSV5b Mon 01 Jan 2018 07:57:11 No.31646160 Report
Quoted By: >>31646165
>>31646156
>The first days of the competition are upon the pool-goers.
>So many names on the list.
>Something tells Trixie that if there was one person who could swim that well from one other school before college, who's to say that there aren't more?
>No, that's impossible.
>If there was anyone else who would be that good, Trixie would have seen them at the pool.
>If they were slacking off all winter long, then they'd be too rusty to keep up with Trixie.
>Day 1.
>All of the swimmers line up in the still chilly indoor air of late March.
>Trixie expecting herself to be the only one with a non-english name of her swimsuit.
>Turns out that the foreign exchange students have non english names written on their suits too.
>Trixie is the only one who doesn't have a valid reason for her name.
>But she doesn't care; the more she stands out, the better.
>It's like a red band of cloth tied around a soldier's head in battle.
>Something to symbolize that this one is different and going to kick serious ass.
>But Trixie's name doesn't do that.
>Her catapulting ahead of everyone else in the water does.
>Everyone in the stands going "holy shit look at her go".
>The ones who frequent the natatorium crossing their arms and going "I told you so" with a smile.
>They are the ones who are expecting the real showdown.
>Between the two fastest swimmers they've seen here.
>They're both much faster than anyone else they've ever seen.
>And to think that they came from two different high schools.
>So this is some grade A rivalry here.
>It's clear that the guy feels it too.
>It's no secret anymore, even though he;s more playful about it.
>Unlike Trixie, who grits her teeth even as she's making it back to the side of the pool where the race ends.
>Half of the other swimmers haven't even made it to the opposite side of the pool yet.
>The eyes in the audience go wide, Trixie loves watching this after she shakes the water off of her face as fast as she can to see the impressed reactions.
AlexanderGrey !!2EDHA0sSV5b Mon 01 Jan 2018 07:58:13 No.31646165 Report
Quoted By: >>31646168
>>31646160
>It's hard to tell if they're looking at Trixie or the other swimmer next to her.
>Wait, when did he get here?
>He wasn't here beforehand, was he?
>Trixie looks at the scoreboard and sees the word "tie" where her name SHOULD be.
>Oh damn it.
>The audience rabbles in anticipation.
>They know what this is going to come to.
>These two going neck to neck in something they likely won't see again in the next five years or so.
>A girl who can't stand to see someone swim just as well as her versus a person who is just that.
>The next couple of rounds start soon.
>Trixie sits still and regains as much energy as she can.
>Warming her ears, drying off... breathing as normally as she can.
>It's all she can do.
>But will it help?
>How tired is that guy?
>Trixie sneaks a glance over to him, where he sits alone with his chest heaving.
>He's exhausted.
>Oh wow, this should be easy after all.
>Trixie always knew she was the better swimmer.
>That next placement better not be a-
>The airhorn sounds and the racers get into place.
>Those who were eliminated in the first round do not join.
>Here we go... just another race that Trixie refueled herself up for more than her rival.
>She's as determined as she can get.
>Time to end this once and for all.
>Two undefeated swimmers entered this competition, but only one will leave.
>The race starts, airhorn blowing, paddling arms already torn the water they go in.
>And the first feet stamping on the opposite wall are Trixie's.
>She's literally an aquatic bullet, aerodynamic as a torpedo.
>She wants to stop even less than she can.
>Better keep it this way to finish in first with a gold medal in hand.
>Welp, she's first this time.
>So refreshing to see her name on that scoreboard; seeing "Trixie" alongside the only number it belongs next to.
>And of course... the other guy's name comes up next to the two.
>But his arrival to the finish line was much later than Trixie's.
>And this was the last race... for today.
AlexanderGrey !!2EDHA0sSV5b Mon 01 Jan 2018 07:59:15 No.31646168 Report
Quoted By: >>31646405 >>31691611
>>31646165
>But it's enough for Trixie to feel a new wave of confidence as she bobs in the water.
>Hell fucking yeah.
>She looks for an intimidated expression on his face.
>Nothing, in fact, he looks calm.
>Even though he did so much worse than Trixie in this second time around.
>The intermediate swimmers are next.
>The group that Trixie is in, the best ones, all go back to their corresponding locker rooms to change.
>Victory at last.
>Trixie is showered in compliments in the locker room, some of them from girl swimmers who have never seen her swim before.
>"What... the hell?" One of them walks up to Trixie. "You're freakin' amazing!"
>"You should join the olympics after you graduate." Another girl tells her.
>Trixie just smiles at them and takes it all in.
>This is going to be a piece of cake.
>The night comes and Trixie has herself some ice cream to celebrate.
>She sleeps for a long time to make sure she has energy for the next day.
>Day 2.
>The races begin, this time the intermediate swimmers go first.
>The audience is just W A I T I N G for the elite level swimmers to start.
>The intermediate races are going on and Trixie sees her rival casually sitting on the front bleacher.
>Staring at his feet and twiddling his thumbs.
>Then the race begins.
>It doesn't look like he prepared much.
>...
>Wow.
>He came pretty far behind Trixie yesterday and now he came in just as far behind today.
>Did he pull a muscle or something?
>He looks so calm.
>The second race goes by and the last of the other elite swimmers are eliminated aside Trixie and her "clone".
>Now the audience feels their tension.
>Trixie awaits for him to shake her hand at the end of the next race.
>She knows she has this in the bag.
>Goes back home and has herself some chocolate flavored sweets and milk.
>Somehow wondering how this shit's going to play out.

More all the way to the ending before the thread ends.
>>31646168
>Trixie sleeps well through the night.
>Rests nearly silently in her bedsheets as she dreams about winning again and again.
>She's about to put this whole competition in the bag; he doesn't stand a chance.
>The night ends and Trixie finds herself waking up a couple of minutes before her alarm.
>She springs out of bed and prepares herself.
>If every year is going to be this easy for her, then she will be the best one at the university as well.
>For as long as she's attending there.
>She goes outside into the air that slowly warms every day.
>Damn, spring sure is something.
>At least compared the the bullshit of winter.
>She makes her way over to the pool early, not feeling like exhausting herself to beat someone who can already be beaten.
>At this point, she's tired of worrying.
>It's just the type of mood she's in today.
>She does a few slow laps around the pool hours before the race is supposed to start, just to get herself enough into the zone.
>She seems really complacent.
>Ready to finish al of this o-
>The doors swing open.
>Low and behold, it's the guy Trixie is going to be racing in about an hour and a half.
>He's already in his swimsuit, looking more ready to practice than he does shocked.
>"Wh-what are you doing here?" Trixie asks the obvious.
>"Practice." He answers.
>Whatever, it'll just give Trixie an idea of how hard to try when she handles this.
>Here he goes into the water.
>Trixie expects him to sluggishly make it to her end of the pool.
>But he's there in seconds.
>Trixie's eyes widen as her jaw drops.
>She only just now realizes what's been going on.
>He's been saving his energy up.
>For this moment.
>Now he can get the rust off and dart around with more energy stored.
>From the last couple of races, Trixie's arms and legs are still a little sore.
>She curses to herself as he offers a practice race.
>She suddenly really doesn't want to do this.
AlexanderGrey !!2EDHA0sSV5b Tue 09 Jan 2018 05:45:28 No.31691617 Report
Quoted By: >>31691627
>>31691611
>Feeling like a fish that's headed straight to the frying pan if she does this.
>So she can live out just another hour and a half of a perfect winning streak.
>She has no counter for this, except now to forfeit.
>She swore it would never turn out like this, but soreness forges and urge to change the course of her mind.
>If she drops out, he wins. If she swims, it will be less quick but similar.
>Trixie has to think of something to do about this.
>She decides not to race with him.
>At least not in the practice session he wants to do.
>She grits her teeth and looks at the water as he momentarily zooms through it.
>Hoping that an hour and a half is enough time to let the soreness fade as much as it can.
>But no promises can be made.
>She can't stand to watch him, politely leaves while feeling some sort of fire inside that almost helps her regain the readiness to take this on.
>This is totally not good.
>The race is about a half hour away now.
>People are filling up the stands.
>Trixie remembers the phrase "you miss 100% of the shots you don't take".
>Refuses to forfeit.
>The chance to do so has now come and gone.
>She stands before the excited audience alongside the rival.
>She prays that an hour and a half was enough.
>Now feels sick as another phrase enters her head.
>"Failing to prepare is preparing to fail."
>The original quote was from like Benjamin Franklin or Winston Churchill or something.
>Then a bunch of other people used it, apparently.
>Even some swimmer.
>Trixie thinks about how that other swimmer would have prepared as she gulps right before the sound of the airhorn.
>The two enter the water at the exact same time.
>It feels extra cold against Trixie.
>Abrasively brushing past her skin as she desperately tries to get ahead of her opponent.
>They're neck to neck.
>For too long.
AlexanderGrey !!2EDHA0sSV5b Tue 09 Jan 2018 05:46:31 No.31691627 Report
Quoted By: >>31691636
>>31691617
>They just turned around and head back towards the cheering crowd.
>Neck to neck for far too long.
>Trixie's stressed heart races, her whole body tense.
>She's pulling all stops to get this, it's everything.
>Hands hit the wall.
>Trixie and the other guy come out of the water.
>The deafening cheering greeting them.
>They stand beside one another, just as neck-to-neck as they were in the water.
>There's that word on the scoreboard.
>Tie.
>Trixie is half satisfied with this.
>The guy next to her shrugs and turns to shake her hand.
>There are too many T's on that little space on the winner's display where that 1 should be.
>And it should be Trixie's name next to the number.
>"Looks like we can go for a tiebreaker." The referee with the megaphone announces.
>Upon hearing this, the swimmer next to Trixie declines, satisfied with the tie.
>Trixie chooses to go again.
>And the other swimmer agrees, and the two soon get into position as the audience can physically feel the tension.
>[airhorn noises]
>In they go again.
>Water rushing past, Trixie keeping her bare eyes open under the water...
>Both swimmers symmetrically bounce past the far-side wall.
>Trixie feels like she's going to faint or collapse.
>She almost does. In fact, she almost wants too.
>So she can somehow wake up from this nightmare and never enter the competition to begin with.
>The finishing point is crossed... another tie.
>ANOTHER tie.
>Trixie can't believe it.
>Even the guy she's competing against appears surprised.
>Trixie's legs shiver, barely able to hold her up.
>She's appalled to see all four of the times from this race and the last one to be the exact same number down to the digit two spaces decimal point.
>The audience knows they'll never see anything like this again.
>After the second run, Trixie is 10 times more tired than she was a few minutes ago.
>"Hey, at least neither of us lost." The guy tells her, wanting to shake her hand again.
AlexanderGrey !!2EDHA0sSV5b Tue 09 Jan 2018 05:47:32 No.31691636 Report
Quoted By: >>31691652
>>31691627
>Again.
>"Again."
>The audience loudly gasps at the word Trixie uttered, smiling widely.
>The guy begins to become nervous, scratching the back of his head as he realizes how serious Trixie is about this.
>She's not settling for a tie.
>This isn't something she's ever been tied with someone else in before.
>She will have to make her arms and legs come off before she gives up.
>There's really no quote or anything to put here.
>It's just Trixie and her undying want for that 1.
>She doesn't care if this kills her.
>She will not live with an L.
>And so... the swimmers line up once more.
>[continued airhorn noises].
>Off they go.
>Mirroring eachother in their positions in the water.
>Simultaneously hitting their feet against the far wall.
>Trixie's ears sting with pain.
>She can swear her nose must be bleeding a little bit.
>At least.
>After she gets out of the water, she checks to find no blood.
>But yet another "TIE" up there on the scoreboard.
>Now her soul is bleeding.
>Her eyes snap back to the water with wrath.
>That's all everyone needed to see to know that she wanted a third tiebreaker.
>Trixie's rival now heaves with fatigue.
>But not as much as the girl refusing to accept a tie.
>At least the most recent pair of numbers on the score board are different than the other pairs.
>They're smaller this time.
>Both competitors tried even harder this time.
>Trixie feels fear strike into her as she realizes that he's still going to bring his long built up A-game.
>Plus, these numbers are the best times either of the swimmers have ever gotten in their lives.
>They broke the all time record together as their raced against eachother.
>Now holding onto the same number.
>The audience can't sit still.
>The next race happens.
>It's impossible to describe the agony that stabs Trixie everywhere she can feel it as she pushes herself far past her limits.
>This shouldn't be humanly possible.
AlexanderGrey !!2EDHA0sSV5b Tue 09 Jan 2018 05:48:34 No.31691652 Report
Quoted By: >>31691660
>>31691636
>Both swimmers leave the water out of breath; their times equal once more.
>And with even smaller numbers than the last time.
>This shouldn't be statistically possible.
>But Trixie will never back down.
>She just KNOWS she has what it takes.
>Her body might as well have already collapse.
>She might as well have already fallen unconscious.
>The referee allows the swimmers to go again, now worrying about their well-being.
>And so, they go again.
>When will it end?
>Neck to neck once more; how did the guy last this long?
>Hell, how did Trixie last this long?
>How can anyone last this long?
>These times are creeping towards olympic tier times.
>It's too bad there aren't any managers in the audience that can get someone a position in the upcoming olympics.
>The race is done.
>IT'S ANOTHER TIE.
>With the exact same times as the last race.
>Most likely a plateau moment.
>"Okay okay okay okay." The referee puts his hands up. "We can't keep doing this."
>But Trixie insists for him to allow one more race.
>He says no.
>She won't back down.
>There's a little bit of dramatic arguing.
>The other swimmer decided to sit down on a nearby bench, seeing stars.
>Not even close to being willing to go again.
>But Trixie, despite being on the verge of passing out, feels quite the opposite.
>Eventually, the referee agrees to one more race, but that's it. Nothing else after this.
>He doesn't want them to do harm to themselves.
>But Trixie knows she's already done just that in many ways.
>She limps over to the starting point.
>Gestures for the other swimmer to go.
>And he stays on the bench.
>"Forget it! You win!" He surrenders.
>The audience gasps.
>"You just... you win... I can't keep up..." The guy sighs and humbly bumbles. "Congrats..."
AlexanderGrey !!2EDHA0sSV5b Tue 09 Jan 2018 05:49:36 No.31691660 Report
>>31691652
>Trixie's eyes light up... with both happiness and rage.
>However, she still limps over to the starting line.
>"Wh- what are you doing?" The referee says to her. "Get away from there, he forfeited! You won!"
>Trixie doesn't fucking care.
>She plunges herself into the water before the referee can grab her.
>The worried audience silently watches this time.
>Trixie darts from one side of the pool to the other, then back again.
>Leaps out of the water while barely touching the edge.
>100% certain she is about to die or something.
>None of the people controlling the timers thought to record the time.
>But a good number of the people there could tell that if they did, it probably would have been shorter than anything else on that board.
>It was actually noticeably shorter... and all they have of it now is whatever the security camera picked up.
>Trixie is escorted to the sidelines by the referee.
>She falls unconscious before she can sit down.
~

End, I guess.
AlexanderGrey !!2EDHA0sSV5b Tue 09 Jan 2018 05:54:58 No.31691713 Report
Quoted By: >>31691773
Continuing this now.
>>31495448
>...
>Octavia sit together on the bed with their arms around one another. The feeling that was overtaking Vinyl wearing off entirely.
>This time, not much they says seems to... sound the same at the end of the word.
>"I don't know what's gotten into me." Vinyl has her hand of her forehead.
>Octavia stays silent in the wake of what happened.
>Vinyl doesn't even put a shirt on, not like it matters at this point.
>"Do you... wanna talk about this?" Vinyl asks. "It'll take the awkwardness away faster."
>This level of dialogue is what carries on all the way until midnight.
>They soon go to sleep, not before thinking they hear a few strange noises come from downstairs, but gloss over it because of the awkwardness that just happened.
>It's after this night the noises throughout the house either become more frequent or get more attention from Vinyl and Octavia.
>...
~
>He wakes up late, three minutes to eight.
>The dream his brain saved, Vinyl and Octavia caving into lying together trying to mate.
>Now your sheets went to a wet fate, and you didn't even masturbate. It's embarrassing.
>There you stand in front of the dryer in the laundry room hair gone haywire, you can't bear to stare in the mirror so you either wait here or there but it don't matter.
>The shame tackles you all the same. Paying the price for staying chaste for a few days only to fail when you wake up.
>The same feeling takes refuge in you all day in school. Don't try to shake it, because tonight you're making changes.
>Because RD just invited you to another party but night included this time, so you did something right.
>She texted first but then comes up next to you in person. What's worse, talking to her then sperging, or mincing all words, turning your back, walking away after curbing the plans and spending the night alone jerking?
AlexanderGrey !!2EDHA0sSV5b Tue 09 Jan 2018 06:00:59 No.31691773 Report
>>31691713
New thread:
>>31691699
>>31691699
>>31691699


>She prompts you to talk regardless. Don't start to gawk at her, retard. Her chest ain't even much, stop getting hard.
>But by a stroke of luck, your cock goes unnoticed, so fuck it. No, you're not gonna blow this, not stuck this time just tuck it now and walk home down the block.
>When you come back tonight, don't give your dumb ass a panic attack, do it right.
>...
>Now this is how it goes down.
>You got one night.
>One sleepover.
>To do... probably nothing because you already know how these situations play out.
>Think about that one motivational song you used to listen to before doing something far away from your comfort zone.
>[His palms are sweaty, knees weak arms are heavy. He's forgetting how the song went already.]
>[He's nervous. Standing on the curb this man speaks not a word waiting for the girls to text him, excessively hurling from stress.]
>[Heart beating out of his chest, he receives a message. "parents are gone, where are you come on in" as he stands there on the lawn.]
>[Rarity walks across, long hair flowing in the air. The girl curls her finger, him watching her blurting hi almost falling.]
>[Her dad won't be calling till half past 8, man had a rough day, so he'll be stalling a tad late with mom on a date - with champagne.]
>[Rainbow Dash lets them back in, they pass by before the lock starts clacking. This guy's nerves are racking, virtually a heart attack and the girls ask him "Yo dude, where's your bags?" He lacks one cause he didn't pack a damn thing.]
>[The others already finished unpacking, now relaxing on the couch eating mac n' cheese between laughing at the TV and reading magazines.]
>...
>From the mane 6's perspective, this guy they invited to stay here for the night is acting extremely strange already.
>He's hunched over at the couch, seemingly waiting for something to happen.
AlexanderGrey !!2EDHA0sSV5b Tue 09 Jan 2018 05:57:02 No.31691733 Report
Quoted By: >>31691744
>>31691721
>But he remains still, and they continue to pretend that he's not sitting there acting all strange and what not.
>He's nodding his head as though he were listening to some song or something. It's really weird.
>Pinkie seems to think it's funny until Applejack talks her out of it and says something along the lines of "Maybe we should talk to him more."
>Like he's some kind of toy.
>A broken plastic piece of shit that they let into the house and now it's not doing anything anyone wanted it to do.
>It's not like they feel sorry for him, it's just that they don't feel sorry for him but feel like they should feel sorry for him.
>"Eh, whatever." Rainbow Dash leans back onto the couch all sloth like. "You girls ain't gotta worry, I'll pep him up later on."
>Fluttershy doesn't even remember meeting this guy before.
>Maybe she had been previously hiding away or something when he was talking to her friends.
>Twilight reads a book as RD watches TV.
>Oh look, the nachos are being brought out.
>This is when it seems as though the guy is grasping the opportunity to spark up a conversation.
>"Maybe we should talk to him more"... Haha... ha.
>This is getting ridiculous. The guy seems so worked up.
>...
>[The plastic macaroni platters collectively clatter on the table after being emptied, the girls would rather rinse them and lather them with soap in the latter half of the night when how clean their hands are won’t matter.]
>[Sessions of video games claims the rest of the night. The TV display glows in the living room as the dark outside came without delay.]
>[He’s the only guy, he’s lying beside Fluttershy. Even more shy than her. According to Twilight, he needs to converse more. But his social curse pries into his mind when he tries to even say hi. Pries into his eyes, as they glide down the side of Pinkie Pie.]
AlexanderGrey !!2EDHA0sSV5b Tue 09 Jan 2018 05:58:05 No.31691744 Report
Quoted By: >>31691760
>>31691733
>[And this curse is hurting him, instincts converting his manners to perversion. Reverting from keeping cool to calamity in the span of a short hour, peeking through to panties and his hands clamp. It’s now or never to leave, but he’s powerless to speak a word; in turn, the curse worsens.]
>[He’s too internally thirsty, working in fervently hard ways to divert his jarring gaze to their smirking faces instead of dirty places.]
>[Confounded, he’s surrounded by things he can’t have. Can only imagine about plowing Rarity’s ass and cunt more. He can only get so mad before he’s vowing to haul ass to the front door.]
>[He can’t take it, it’s like stakes in his shaking legs, the can’t stand up. He doesn’t have the freedom to leave but he’s peeping with his left eye, and dying for the door with his right. Torn down the middle as the night bores on, he might be gone if he can fight his way to the lawn against himself with his own sweaty palms.]
>[Damn, this was a piss poor way to try to get brave. At least in this situation, they’re staring and gazing at him. “Yo dude, is something the matter?”]
>…
>The girls eventually gave up on trying to talk to him more. This shit just isn’t working, he’s too awkward.
>”E-everything’s fine… I’m… I just do this sometimes.” What an awkward answer he gave. He tries to star over in his head with motivating himself.
>…
>[His palms are sweaty, knees weak arms spaghetti. There’s spaghetti on his spaghetti already…]
>…
>Fuck.
>Rarity is getting ready to headdy to beddy for beauty resty, then spaghetti man stands facing her wishing her a good slumber. “Hey… you going to beddie?” He swells with spaghetti.
>Twilight watches him get wrecked on the inside, eating peanut butter and jelly. He sees it and starts saying “spaghetti”. What the fuck…
AlexanderGrey !!2EDHA0sSV5b Tue 09 Jan 2018 05:59:49 No.31691760 Report
Quoted By: >>31691985 >>31692050 >>31700720 >>31750745
>>31691744
>The TV is turned to the spaghetti channel. It shows spaghetti, nothing but spaghetti getting spaghetti’d by spaghetti. Damn, this spaghetti is pretty good. It’s almost like spaghetti. But not quite ready to measure up to spaghetti.
>Here’s to betting that the spaghetti getties out of hand before the deaddi of night. Spaghetti Stan can’t hold his headdi togethi, can’t stand up like a man, he’s not ready. The spaghetti is too heavy. Almost like spaghetti.
>Spaghetti.
>He’s even so petty to keep getting looks at the girl’s spaghetti. It’s not spaghetti but it under their clothes and this guy needs spaghetti, but he can’t have spaghetti. None of the girls are ready to letti him caress them like he desires spaghetti. Gotta spendy some time with themmy and not spaghetti. But there is spaghetti in the kitchenetti.
>It’s too late for spaghetti, can’t resetti the night and insteaddy go home for spaghetti. At least keep your headdy steady. Without spaghetti. This is a night to regretti. A night to forgetti.
>So many spaghetti.
>Spaghetti.
>…
>The mane 6 soon understand that he’s looking at them in… certain ways. It’s getting more and more obvious. He’s got his cheeks blushing like a fucking tomato.
>The girls nervously change one by one in the bathroom to something less revealing. Realizing that he’s trying to communicate but isn’t who he thinks he is.
>Regretting letting a guy come into the house during this sleepover.
>Rarity is just ignoring him and browsing Twitter on her phone now to avoid conversation. This guy only wants one thing and it’s fucking disgusting.
>Seemingly none of them can understand why he feels the way he does; they can’t empathize. They can’t understand how he can’t help but feel about them when… he sees…
>…
>He repressed the rest of the night. It didn’t go right, he knows that much but the rest is a blur. It might as well be. It’s the only way he can lie in his own bed and sleep tight tonight.
~


I'm sorry but that made me think of this:

>Trixie always wanted to have more power at school.
>Even snuck into the principal's office once and tried to impersonate Celestia.
>Tells all of the students "attention students: it is now mandatory that everyone attends the great and powerful Trixie's magic show this afternoon"
>Everyone looks at each other puzzled, this is very unlike their principal to suddenly be like this.
>But this works.
>The real Celestia is confused when she sees all the students going to the school auditorium.
>She was outside doing something when Trixie snuck into her office.
>What are they doing?
>Has to fish out the students going there and herd them back to their classes.
>Goes to the auditory to find a befuddled Trixie wondering why the seats aren't filling up.
>Tells Trixie "My office. Now!"
>Trixie throws a smoke bomb and disappears off of the stage.
>Her parents are called.
>Told to come to the school.
>Celestia is sending people around the school looking for Trixie and searching a little herself.
>Trixie sneaks into Celestia's office again and calls her own parents.
>"We're sorry. It looks like your daughter wasn't actually involved. We are closing early today to settle this. Please pick up your daughter right away."
>They come to the school and drive Trixie home.
>Don't even find out what really happened until later that night.
>The other students learn about this later in the week.
>This was the real disappearing act all along.
>>31691760
>...
>Weeks later.
>How many weeks? Who knows.
>Vinyl and Octavia have been fleshing out all of the awkward moment that have been arising lately.
>It wasn't much after a while. Just a part of life that they were introduced to after Vinyl's little episode a couple of months ago.
>Now it's completely cold outside.
>Halloween is too far into the past and future to be cared about.
>All the eggnog and champagne is gone.
>But the music is still playing in the house every Saturday night as Vinyl parties with her friends.
>They have been acting so weird lately.
>At least according to Octavia.
>She keeps a crucifix in her nightstand drawer these days.
>Was never truly religious, but sort of uses it as an excuse to have a sort of moral high ground.
>this is her inner self imposing what it believes on the things Vinyl and her friends are doing lately.
>Octavia loves them like they're sisters, but she is starting to feel worried about them.
>It started as a short little notion of concern, but now she needs to... "intervene without intervening".
>Put her foot down and establish authority enough to keep the neighborhood quiet at 1 am.
>The DJ set is always warm on the weekends from being played so constantly.
>Despite the rooms of the mansion being so cold.
>Temperature drops so fast after the heat is turned off.
>It's almost as thought he DJ station is the new furnace of the place.
>Octavia has gotten multiple people to come and take a look at the furnace in the basement.
>It's a good thing these people are available during the week when they can come to the basement and not haver to walk over a sea of potato chip bags and cheeze it boxes.
>The nearby convenience stores are making some dough these days.
>But the main thing that concerns a hard-working Octavia is Vinyl's behavior in particular.
>She's acting... territorial.
>Seemingly becoming more distant as the days of January go on.
AlexanderGrey !!2EDHA0sSV5b Wed 10 Jan 2018 08:16:30 No.31700728 Report
Quoted By: >>31700735
>>31700720
>Many soap opera moments are to be had. Vinyl has been getting noticeably moody.
>Almost aggressive at times. Mostly during the night when it's extra cold outside.
>Maybe it's just the cold that's irritating her.
>It's been irritating Octavia as well, but she's been able to keep her disdain within her for the most part.
>Except for when she gets drunk and watches the weather channel late at night and yells at the fact that there will be a 30% chance of snow tomorrow.
>Not wanting to go to her concert in some sea of pearly white bullshit.
>Life for her is already complicated enough.
>And now she has to shovel her way out of a snow drift, oh great.
>She prays for s break but one never comes. Not today, not tomorrow, the gray sky over her snows some more.
>But she holds the feelings in.
>No point in releasing the wrath. She has a cello to play.
>No history or anything else can deter her, not in this reality.
>Meanwhile, at the mansion, Vinyl welcomes her friends over on a Saturday night.
>Octavia is at one of her concerts, probably jam packed with many other performances of people who recently moved into town.
>They just let anyone into these concerts nowadays.
>Just like the fate of art... anything can be considered music.
>Modern art?
>Modern music.
>Vinyl digs it, of course. She'll dig practically anything with a beat and synthesizers.
>She'll only criticize it if it starts to measure up to the things she makes.
>Which isn't as often these days. People seem to have stopped trying.
>And most of these new ones who crowd up the industry perform live at these concerts because LOL YOU HAVE TO PERFORM LIVE AND GET YOUR NAME OUT THERE OR ELSE YOU'LL NEVER GO FAR.
>Annoying as fuck mindset.
>Even Vinyl hates it, but doesn't mind being live herself.
AlexanderGrey !!2EDHA0sSV5b Wed 10 Jan 2018 08:17:32 No.31700735 Report
Quoted By: >>31700741
>>31700728
>People should be able to do this the way they want and still get some form of an audience that doesn't come from solely networking regardless of the musical quality.
>That's one thing both Octavia and Vinyl have always had a burning passion for.
>People who make shit music getting famous just because they talked to a lot of people.
>Hollywood ain't looking too great.
>But anyway, a lot of these people are at the concert, rendering it a full house and a half.
>Tryhards and tryharders make way.
>There are a different kind of views to be had.
>Octavia is alone in her element.
>The only person there playing a real physical instrument, seemingly.
>Other shows being whole DJ sets.
>Better not tell Vinyl about this.
>She'd invade this place.
>Like the British Empire sometime between 1800 and 1900.
>The total concert is going to last twice as long as the last.
>Vinyl and Rainbow Dash are at the mansion.
>They have the whole night to themselves.
>They found out that Octavia is going to be staying in a hotel and then come back in the morning.
>Fuck driving through the snow AND the dark of the night when you can just use some of your money that you have plenty of to stay somewhere overnight where there's free food anyway.
>But now the party begins.
>Indigo Zap and Lemon Zest come over.
>Indigo with a marker in her hand.
>She draws a pentagram onto the hardwood floor of the kitchen.
>Zest turns the lights down as Rainbow Dash pulls out a strobe light.
>Vinyl starts the music up and the girls do their best to party harder than last time like it were a competition or a record to be broken.
>Records are like rules. They were made to be broken.
>The volume is turned all the way up, Vinyl composes a few beats and stuff while listening to her favorite composers.
>Zest still has her headphones anyway even though the windows are close to shattering from the noise.
>Throughout the house, thing start to move on their own.
AlexanderGrey !!2EDHA0sSV5b Wed 10 Jan 2018 08:18:33 No.31700741 Report
Quoted By: >>31700743
>>31700735
>A circle is drawn around the tips of the pentagram, tangentially against them.
>Strange noises start to sound from the quiet corners of the house.
>The... "quiet" corners.
>It's like these four are in some sort of trance.
>Going gloves off when they raid the fridge.
>Not even knowing where all of the food is going when they devour it all like a black hole pulling Saturn into it's mass.
>It's like it's all being sent into another dimension.
>Demon level appetites.
>The feeling that drives Vinyl to gradually compose an entire album throughout the night.
>She just knows she's in the zone, knows where everything, every sound is supposed to go, how long the songs should be.
>The zone is a fun place to be if you RULE the zone.
>Make the zone your territory.
>Every light is a green light; green film is places over the strobe light.
>For the sole purpose of creativity.
>And it's effective as hell.
>All of those wusses at that concert don't stand a chance at that concert Octavia is at.
>The four girls in the house obliterate their ears with beautiful music.
>Hearing slight voices over it.
>Saying something about what really goes on at that concert.
>Something Octavia refused to tell them.
>Because of Vinyl's potency and... energy, as Octavia used to put it.
>But in reality, she just didn't want her interrupting the atmosphere of such an elegant event.
>The event that ended up gradually becoming interrupted and corrupted as the months went on.
>Vinyl knows what she's going to enter the game with.
>The four go to the basement of the mansion and watch a few snuff films.
>They just do.
>Then they go back to the kitchen and summon the demons that already happened to-
>There is a loud bang, followed by complex noises that one can't easily be described.
>Vinyl happens to record them and make a few synth chords out of them.
>In MIDI.
>It's an interesting night that spills into the sunrise.
AlexanderGrey !!2EDHA0sSV5b Wed 10 Jan 2018 08:19:35 No.31700743 Report
Quoted By: >>31700762 >>31701286 >>31705856 >>31707363
>>31700741
>The hard floor of the kitchen was the only thing that could have the marker get cleaned off of it so easily with a mop.
>Candles on the pentagram were scented to make the place smell nice by the time Octavia finally returned.
>Were there any noise complaints?
>Who fucking knows.
>These girls are the ones starting to control the spaces around them ,and they are going to expand this to that sappy little concert that needs a few Tryhards without hunks of wood in their grasp.
>Or hunks of brass, however you prefer.
>...
>They hang out at the mall together the next day.
>Still feeling the energy radiating through them despite never having slept.
>Funny how they did literally nothing lewd together despite the demons wanted them to.
>But their primary task was leading up to this moment right now.
>They go up to the sign up sheet for the next concert.
>It's been posted everywhere.
>And it has been found.
>Vinyl scratches her name down in pen.
>The other three watch in excitement when they realize that she is signing the concert's previous top dogs' death warrant.
>Time to possess so many more people in many ways.
>All four of them turn around and stride down the mallways like Chad.
>Giving all of the little shops they pass badass looks.
>Reality seeming to both slow down and speed up for them.
>This is how they are going to keep their mojo up.
>Something that comes from a force beyond their control. But that's okay, because the forces are eve more out of everyone else's control than it is theirs.
>They leave the mall and Vinyl goes home to find Octavia proud of her for not messing up the house or even partying at all.
>Vinyl smirks.
>Just patiently listens as Octavia goes on to describe how her abrasive side almost came out when she was getting some road rage on the inside with the Sunday morning church traffic.