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#188 | No.26806645
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>Lukewarm lights from the windows shone upon the deserted school corridor where you girls are walking
>It was such an irony, where the usually fragile glass surface, are now as hard as steel due to some unexplained magic, barring everyone from exiting this carnage
>Trixie's still leading in front of you, her ghostly form floats unaffected by the lights of the dying world
>Eventually she stops by the entrance of the gymnasium, where she turns around and greets you again
>"Well, here we are. As Trixie had said before, she waits by the hole in the wall."
>There was chill in the air as she sighs
>"I hope I'm not asking much, but please avenge me and the others."
>And with that, her bluish form falters and disappear
>Again, the held back tears started again, and you are no exception
>"We will, Trixie, we will," muttered Rainbow Dash as you all now avert your gaze towards the gymnasium's door
>"Now let us all end this, we still got so much questions needed to be answered... and they all lie outside in Canterlot, or whatever's left from it" added Rarity
>You sense a powerful presence from beyond the door
>The girls cautiously open the door leading to the school's purposeful indoor stadium. Just like the ghosts had told you, there are indeed a large opening in the wall, leading to the bleak and hazardous world outside the locked campus.
>And of course, there are also her, sitting atop a lump of fallen and blackened corpses, her baton twirling in her hand.
>"I shouldn't be surprised," declared the silhouette. "If there's anyone that could manage to transverse through all of those ruckus inside relatively unscathed, it has got to be YOU girls."
>Saying this, the voice continued in a chuckle as she eyed your group's determination, "Going to save the world again? *spits* Yeah, be my guest. Hog all of the spotlight again like you always do, Rainbooms."
>"What?" Rainbow cried. "What's that supposed to mean?"
>"You know what I mean, so stop pretending to be such fools," the murderess answered with hostility. "You all think that if you could just pony up, and then blast whoever responsible for this, then we all could be merry as you saved the day! Oh if you just open your eyes, Rainbooms..."
>"Speak for yourself, murderer," Twilight scoffed "You think just because the world is torn apart and there's nothing we can't really do about it now, its okay to do this? To add more casualties in the chaos?"
>"Yeah! And what's that bit about us getting all the spotlight or whatever supposed to mean anyway? This is a do-or-die situation we're having here, and you are clearly more on the side of 'dying', so step aside!" Pinkie said. "People are hurting everywhere, we should take care of each other and work together to make everything normal again!"
>Suddenly, as if a chord on a violin being snapped thus ending its music, she jumps from her rancid throne and stare at you all in curiosity and disgust
>"Please, don't tell me that you girls have no idea what's this all about," she smirked mockingly
>"Okay, enough of these horseapples, and—"
>"See what’s this all about?" cut the murderess. "The prophecy, the dreams, and ultimately The Script have been saying about this day since forever. We are at The Series's End!"
>"Ah know my Script well, missy. But if yer thinking about dragging the Ol' Book into correcting yer evil's work here, then yer blinder than a cow at a gutter," Applejack rejected
>Hearing this, the girl only smiles and shakes her head before continuing in voice that wasn't hers "You girls really are clueless aren't you?"
>You and your friends are taken aback at her inhuman tone, but thankfully it expires when she continues
>"A week ago, my dream says to me, that today would be the time for this world to meet its Series's End, which ultimately came true. I was afraid back then, I felt as I haven't accomplished much in my life. Heck, even the Friendships Games were our only memorable appearance this year," she dejected, before her vocal shift again. "The dream predicted all of this. I saw it there as this world ripped itself apart. I saw those monsters rising from the black abyss. However, I also saw... that."
>In cue, she points to the outside world, where suddenly bright lights erupt from one of the darkened hole in the sky far away
>You cant see it very well, but something come out of it
>Something white and winged, which appeared in quite a mass and spread themselves into the horizon
>"Are those.. angels?" Fluttershy squeaked
>"That's right! and they are my ticket to get out from this mediocre life!" the girl in front of you squealed. "My dream says to me, that they are called the Surveyors, the servants of the Great Company. They are all here to search for The Favorites, to search for those who are deemed worthy to be ascended in the new world!"
>You girls cringed as her voice has completely turned almost inaudible and demonic
>"And in that new world... The Favorites' life will be glorious. They will have a purpose, a clear place in the series of events about to roll in that new world. Their lives will be well remembered until that world's own Series's End!"
>She also experienced the same dream as You and Twilight? Just how many people had the same vision?
>She then turned her attention to you, "so that's why I decided to take a little initiative, Rainbooms. What better way to get noticed among the thousands still surviving in this barren land, other than to cull the numbers? What could be more efficient than putting down the flames of those who shine better than you? I really, REALLY plan into staying there, girls. I will get the Surveyors, heck, I will get even Meghan and the Great Company to notice me... and I think, whats the best way to do that now... than GETTING RID OF YOU RAINBOOMS!"
*glass breaks*
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>Here we are again Anon, another lonely night driving aimlessly to god knows where
>Listening to an artist you hate, on repeat, because it fits the mood
>Reality loves a metaphor though, and rain falls onto your car, obscuring the universe
>The city lights go by a little too fast
>Your phone sits in the cup holder, Gatsby's green light fails to flash at you
>All the better, because the last message you received is burned into your soul for eternity
>"you're so sweet Anon, I'd be happy to hang out sometime, just as friends tho [smiley emoji] -RD"
>Your face had fallen then and there, maybe forever
>The calluses on your hands threaten to tear as you grip the steering wheel in a stupor
>Months, you slaved over a barbell, around a track, in front of mirrors, using motivation from all assortment of places to keep at it
>All for her, because she was always there with you
>Always good for a laugh
>Always good for a spot
>Always good for a bit of tomboyish trash talk
>Between her face and your own autism, you made yourself into a machine
>And that wasn't enough, even after all those months
>Let it out boy, let out that frustration
"Fuck."
>You don't scream, screaming would require rage
>This is just...emptiness
>All you have left is knurled steel and mirrors, and that's where you're headed
>This time, you'll spot yourself, because she's out with another guy right now
>Some twink-looking fucker from out of the country
>In the back of your mind, /pol/ laughs at the concept of race mixing, as well as you being a cuck
>You drive faster
>Tonight, you'll set some PR's
>Either that, or you'll just load up 7 plates and drop the bar on your chest
>The song keeps playing, rain keeps falling, the ride never ends


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#187 | No.26740662
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>You take a breath of fresh air and admire the open space of the large park.
>Gentle breezes cause the grass to rustle and sway in small waves.
>Agreeing to go to the park with Fluttershy turned out well enough.
>Today is quite pleasant, with clouds blanketing the sky and dimming the light of the sun, giving the whole area a slight grey complexion.
>A drop of rain falls onto your arm, you notice the darkening clouds in the sky and soon you hear the drops of many more begin to hit the ground around you and Fluttershy.
>”Hey Sunset, I think we should find something to get underneath, in case the rain gets worse,” Fluttershy suggests.
“Sure, I’d rather not get wet.”
>You spot a pair of picnic benches underneath a metal awning at the top of a shallow hill.
>Soon, you and Fluttershy are underneath the awning, the rain and wind slowly begin to pick up, and distant rumbles of thunder.
“So, do you like the rain?” you ask.
>”I don’t really like it because all my animals get wet, then I have to clean and dry them off,” she quietly says.
>You nod, half listening.
>The table shakes as someone sits on the opposite side of the picnic table where you and Fluttershy sit.
>You look back and see that he is soaking wet.
>They’re facing away from you, wearing a dark grey hoodie, black pants and some gloves.
>He speaks up.
>”I saw a bear heading this way from over there it’d be a bad idea to stick around.” he says, pointing to a treeline some distance away.
>You look past him and see something in the shadows of the trees.
>He quickly moves in front of you, blocking your sight to the trees.
>”No seriously, you need to leave,” he says urgently.
>”Sunset, I think we should do what he says and go already.” Fluttershy urges you as she stands up from the table.
“You go ahead Fluttershy, I’ll catch up.”
>The table shakes as the man rapidly stands from his seat.
>”No, seriously, I really need you to get away from here, if you need any more convincing just look over there again,” he says, thrusting his finger over to the treeline again.
>”Sunset please, we need to go!” Fluttershy anxiously says, already taking several steps away from the tables.
>You look again to the trees and see something beginning to cross the field between the treeline and the awning.
>It’s something that you have never seen before, it’s walking upright, and has a large, dome shaped head.
>He snaps his fingers in front of your face.
>”Hey, stop looking at it, and get the hell out of here already,” he says, his tone becoming more frustrated.
>You give a slow nod and quickly run down the hill and hide behind a nearby tree.
>From here you can still just barely see him.
>He leans on one of the tables, and faces towards the direction of the creature.
>Oddly, you start to hear a quiet sound, like someone is humming, and it’s strangely clear over the noise of the rain.
>The sound grows louder, until it becomes audible singing, and then the source of the sound comes into view, or at least half of it.
>It stops in front of the boy, and the singing ceases.
>Now you can get a better look at it, it seems to be a very tall humanoid with a massive, dome shaped head comprised of... large eyes and mismatched body parts.
>As you look at it, you start to feel uneasy and worried.
>Many of the eyes begin to stare at the boy, unblinking.
>He reaches out and grabs one of the creature’s hands, then slowly leads it back in the direction that it had initially come from.
>You crawl back up the hill as slowly and quietly as you can, just barely keeping the two of them in sight.
>You make it back to the benches and notice that the creature is wearing a long, thin dark dress.
>The lower part of the dress is ripped, dirty, and drenched, and the rest of it seems to be in poor condition as well.
>He leads the creature out to the trees, nods, and the creature walks back into the trees.
>The man turns around and begins to walk back over to where you are.
>Soon, he is back and he sits back down on one of the benches.
>He looks up at you, leaning on one of his hands.
>”Can’t figure out why you wanted to stick around.”
“I honestly don’t even know, either. Guess I was just curious.”
>He laughs and further relaxes on the bench.
>”Well, I bet you’re real confused right now, I’m willing to answer just about any questions that you ask.”
>What should you ask him?
“How about... what was that thing?”
>”That’s a tough one, hard to describe, but I’ll say that it’s an old friend.”
>His cocky smile slowly fades.
>”Friend is a big stretch, actually. She was just glad that I could talk to her without going insane.”
“Without going insane?”
>He nods and leans forward.
>”Yeah, we talked using our minds, and due to her nature, a living human would go insane talking to her.”
“Living human? So, you’re not alive?” you ask as you tilt your head.
>He slowly nods his head, then reaches up to his face and wipes off some makeup, revealing pale grey skin.
>”Guilty as charged, I’ve been dead for a few years now, and occasionally my body gets fixed up.”
“Wow, okay. I can’t say that I’ve ever seen anything like that before.”
>Before you can ask another question, he looks down and pulls out a phone from his pocket, then reads something on it.
>”Ah, sorry, looks like I have to go. Was good to meet you, don’t tell anyone about what you saw here or they’ll think that you’re insane,” he says as he starts to walk away.


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#185 | No.26515507
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"Yo bartender, another beer."
>"Sure thing, Anon."
>Well, take a wild guess who you are
>If you thought a guy who is pretty much down shit creek, you'd be right
>At this point, you're just trying to get drunk... and failing at it
>Perfect
>As you take another chug of your ice cold beer, you notice someone plop right down onto the seat next to you
>...Hold on a sec
"...Cranky?"
>"Yeah, who wants to know... Anon?"
>Who would have thought you'd meet an old acquaintance in this new town
"Cranky Doodle, the aspiring teacher who couldn't settle for one place."
>You give Cranky a firm handshake
>"Anon, the teacher who taught in the most bizarre ways. How've you been?"
>You take another sip
"Been better... a lot better."
>"I can see that much. The hell happened to you?"
"Long story. At the end of the day, I lost my job, had to move to a shitty apartment in another town, and, well, I think you can put the pieces together."
>"...You pissed off someone's parent, didn't you?"
"Bingo."
>As you down more of the delicious beverage, Cranky gets his own drink as well. It looks a hell of a lot nicer than your simple beer.
>"Sounds like you. Always were a bit of a loud mouth."
"Like you would know..."
>As he indulges in his fancy drink, you take out some money and dump it on the table
"Keep the change."
>As you get up and walk away...
>"Hey, Anon! Wait a sec."
"What?"
>"Listen. Canterlot High School's been looking for some assistants to help out with the teachers there. After a few... strange occurrences, they're actually kinda desperate."
"...Your point?"
>"Look, I've been in your position before. I know what it's like to not have a job after being so confident. All I'm saying is, if you can't be a teacher, then be an assistant."
"Thanks for the offer, but—"
>"Would you rather live off of unemployment?"
>He raises a good point
"Alright, I'll look into it. "
>"Great. I'm sure you'll love it. Some old friends are there too."
"...Old friends?"
>...
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>Starting today, you'll be entering your first day with your new occupation
>A teacher...'s assistant
>Whatever gets the job done
>The woman over the phone wanted to see you personally before you started
>It shouldn't be too bad
>After all, you have a lot of experience working with teenagers
>And here's the new high school
>Wow, that's fancy...
>Clean too
>That's a good sign
>As you park your car, you take in the sights as the sun really comes up into display
>Damn, this place is gorgeous early in the morning!
>The light just shines off of the cement
>You didn't even know that was possible
>Alright, enough dilly dallying, it's time for that talk
>However, as soon as you get out of your car...
>"You must be Anon."
"Whoa!"
>Your heart nearly skipped a beat!
>A tall, blue woman with incredibly long legs stands firmly in front of you
>"Is there something wrong?"
"No... it's fine. Didn't expect someone to greet me so... early."
>"Sorry, but time is short and I need to brief you on the details. Follow me."
>You grab your coat, throw it over your back, and follow the blue woman into the high school
>"My name is Vice Principle Luna. I'll be in charge of make sure all the assistants are going through with their job without fail."
"Oh, so you're the Vice Principle. Didn't expect such a cutie to be—"
>Right then and there, Luna swiftly turns around and locks her eyes onto yours
>"Hit on me again, and you'll be working in a fast food restaurant for the rest of your life."
"Fine, fine!"
>Damn, she is scary
>Like nothing ever happened, Luna continues her little stroll around the school
>"We've already assigned you to a classroom and a teacher. Based on your records you've been quite adept at teaching mathematics. I hope you will put these skills to good use."
"Oh good, at least this will be easy."
>"Yes... 'easy'..."
"So, where is this classroom?"
>Luna ends her walking suddenly
>"Right here."
"...Oh."
>You will never start your Junior year the same way as last year.
>This time however you as you walk down the hallway you'll never see a green piece of paper promoting a new teacher's assistant program and find Cheerilee's name on it.
>You never be accepted to the new program and be Cheerilee's TA.
>You will never grade papers, get printed copies for Cheerilee while getting your other class work done.
>You never have more time to spend with her throughout the year.
>As junior prom gets closer Cheerilee will never ask you if "You have a special someone to take it?"
>You will never become embarrassed and say "No I don't."
>She will never say to you "Oh Anon, don't get embarrassed if it makes you feel any better I haven't dated anyone in nearly 5 years."
>You will never reply "Get out of here, there is no way that someone like you would be single for 5 years."
>She will never blush and chuckle then say "In the flesh."
>The rest of the year was uneventful but on the last day of school Ms. Cheerilee gave you a hug and say have a great summer."
>Senior year starts and to your surprise the TA program is still there and you apply to be Cheerilee's TA again.
>Your tasks will never be the same as last year, but it's nice to have that extra time to do your homework and of course hangout with Cheerilee.
>Though one thing is different from last year.
>You can't help but notice that Cheerilee added a bit more sway to walk and she is now wearing little shorter skirts than normal.
>Valentine's day showed up faster than you expected.
>You will never finish the day's work and start to head home.
>Cheerilee will never say how appreciative of your help and friendship throughout the years.
>She never say "Oh Anon, one more thing." She gets close to you and whispers to your ear "I thought of you while I was in the shower this morning."
>The classroom looks... plain
>At least it's also clean
>"Now, you will receive a key to the classroom when you a deemed adequate enough to stay within our faculty."
>Luna takes out a key and unlocks the door
>"At this time, I want you to become acquainted with the classroom. The teacher will be arriving shortly, and I expect the two of you to cooperate without fail."
"Well that shouldn't be too hard to—"
>As you reach for the doorknob, Luna slaps you on the wrist
"Hey, what was that for!"
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>Luna gives you an extremely serious look
>"Be warned, Anon, that failure to comply with any orders given to you by the teacher will only be met with consequences towards you. She will lead the class, and you are to follow. This school has had enough trouble to last an entire generation, and I will not stand for any disruptions within the confines of this school from anyone, especially the faculty."
>You fail to reply
>"Understand, Anon?"
"Y-yes, Luna—"
>"What was that?"
"I mean, Vice Principal Luna!"
>"That is what I thought. My sister may be lenient towards how everyone conducts themselves, but now is the time for discipline. I will note, however, that compliance will lead to leniency, so be sure to keep yourself in check, and everything will go smoothly."
>And with that, Luna turns around and walks away
>"Good day to you, Anon."
>You're speechless
>You haven't been this scared since back when you were in high school
>Note to self, keep watch for any signs of Luna
>Now that she's out of your sight, you take a deep breath
"Man, talk about strict. I hope the teacher isn't as bad as her."
>With that in mind, you finally enter the classroom
>Again, simple and clean
>All the desks are lined up, the teacher's desk is neat, and the clock is two seconds fast
>Yup, this is a regular ol' high school classroom
>All that's left to do is wait for the teacher
>"Who are you and what are you doing in my classroom?"
>...You know that voice
>You turn around to see...
>No fucking way
"Cheerilee?!"
>"...Yes?"
"It's me, Anon. you know, from high school!"
>She squints her eyes for a moment before a look of sudden realization comes out
>"Anon? Oh my goodness!"
>She puts down some of her books and gives you a big hug
>You happily return the favor
>"How long has it been since we've last seen each other?"
"I think about fifteen years, Cheerilee."
>She finally breaks the hug
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>"Wow... I never thought I'd see you again in this place."
"Same. You became a teacher after we graduated?"
>"Yes... I was enrolled into a nice college down south. Oh my... I don't even recall saying goodbye to you."
"Yeah, I was wondering where you went."
>After a small pause, she nearly stumbles towards her desk
>"Please, take a seat and... well, let's catch up!"
"Fine by me."
>You sit down at the desk closest to hers
>"So, you're my new assistant, aren't you?"
"It seems that way. I didn't expect to get in so fast either."
>"Well, considering the high demand for a teacher's aid, I'm not all that surprised."
>After a few seconds, it dawns on her...
>"Wait a minute, you received a degree in teaching?"
"Uh, yeah. All that talk about hating teachers back then kinda doesn't add up, huh?"
>"Well, it sure surprised me. I'm guessing that's what brings you to Canterlot?"
"Sort of. I got an apartment nearby for an incredible price. I had to get some kind of job and, well, here we are."
>"...Is there something you're not telling me?"
>You were hoping not to bring this up
"Yeah... I did kinda get fired from my old job."
>"...One of a kid's parents didn't like you, huh?"
"Oh come on, is it that obvious?"
>"Well, you always did argue with anyone who went against your... interesting habits."
"And those habits made me one of the best teachers in that entire school. Seriously, I taught very slow student algebra with no problems."
>"Wow... really?"
"Oh yeah."
>Cheerilee lets out a small giggle
>After a few more minutes of chatter, Cheerliee quickly looks towards the clock
>"Oh no, the kids should be coming any minute now."
"Don't you mean teens?"
>"You know what I mean, Anon."
"Yeah yeah. So, got anything planned for me?"
>"If you must know, I was going to use the time we spent catching up to plan out the day. If I knew you would be my assistant, well..."
"So, got nothing planned, huh?"
>"At this point, not really."
>The two of you stand there for a moment, pondering the next course of action
"Why not just introduce me first?"
>"That works. You'll just be helping around the classroom, right?"
"Pretty much. I don't really have much experience with assistants either, but it can't be that hard."
>Cheerilee seems to lighten up a bit as she pulls out a checklist
>"At least you're here. I'd be a lot more nervous with an unfamiliar man."
>You give her a thumbs up
"Just leave it to me. I won't get in your way."
>"Good."
>Cheerilee picks up a piece of chalk and starts writing something out
"Solving... Rational... Pro— oh, you're only on this part?"
>Cheerilee gives you a disgusted look while waving around her piece of chalk
>"Look here, mister, some of these students are pretty damn slow with algebra!"
"Huh... now I see why you needed an assistant."
>"What was that?"
"Nothing."
>Some time later after the Homeroom period, which only serves to take attendance, the first period for Freshman year math is about to begin
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>All the students waltz right on inside without a care in the world
>Just like any old high school
>As they sit down, all of them can't help but notice you
>The normal high school gang's all here
>The pretty girls who may or may not be too good for all the boys, the nerds who probably should be a grade ahead if it wasn't for the amount of anime they watch, the big guys who are probably all muscles, and the bad dudes who look all cool for no other reason than to look like an idiot
>Finally, the bell rings to show that class has started
>Cheerilee checks off a bunch of names off her list as she stands in front of the class room beside you
>"Now, class, I would like you all to meet our new class assistant for Algebra 1. You will all address him by Mister Anon. Say hello, class."
>They all give the same mellowed out, poor excuse for a hello
>You swear some of the students mispronounced your name on purpose
>"Now then, is there anything you would like to say to the class before we begin, Mister Anon?"
>You take a deep breath and...
"Alright, I just want to get one thing out of the way. Who here honestly has a lot of trouble in math?"
>Everyone raises their hand
"Uh... okay, who here is FAILING math?"
>Only a few hands stay raised
>A huge man who obviously does steroids, a skinny, rainbow haired girl, and a guy who honestly should have put that electric guitar away by now
>Lovely
"Alright, just needed to know that. With all this said and done, let's get this show on the road!"
>Before that, however, the Rainbow girl raises her hand
>"Hey, Mister Anon."
>You point at her direction before strolling on over
"Awesome, my first question here. What's your name?"
>"It's Rainbow Dash, and what's the big idea?"
"...Beg pardon?"
>"Why'd you have to go and ask that? You just put us all on the spot like we're a bunch of idiots!"
>Teenagers
>Sensitive about everything...
"While it is true that I may or may not have handled that better, I just needed to know before the lesson starts. Some people just need more help in certain subjects than others."
>"Yeah well, I don't need any help. There's nothing I can't handle."
>Bitch
"We'll see about that. Now then, Miss Cheerilee, let's get this whole thing started already!"


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#184 | No.26408414
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>You look at yourself one last time in the mirror
>This is it
>After you walk outside and do this, there's no going back
>You've had enough of the abuse
>The neglect
>The bullying
>The bullshit
>It's time to end all this once and for all
>You slip on your bulletproof vest
>Walking into your bedroom, you look at your old photos
>Sigh
>So innocent before
>You're gonna miss your old friends
>Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, Flash, and so on
>They made you feel better about life
>But after everything you've been through, they can't help you now
>You unzip your duffel bag
>Your college funding's gone now
>Six guns
>Six illegally bought guns now lie on your bed
>Three handguns
>Three Rifles
>You even stole your dad's pistol from his closet
>Making sure everything is loaded, you place everything into your duffel bag
>Time to make the papers
>Good luck, Anon
>Your parents are out of town
>Good, you don't want them around when this happens
>6:45am
>Lots and lots of time before school starts
>Sporting your blue jeans, you put on your large, black blazer
>Looking cringy already, might as well put on some shades
>Cool
>You trek to your door
>Anxiety and hate fills your body
>Let's get this over with
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>Making your way down town, faces past but you're hellbound
>Students are pouring into school
>Most of these kids don't even deserve what's coming to them
>You don't feel bad though, you're doing them a favor by sending them to heaven
>Slowly, trying not to attract attention, you move in
>You decide on blowing up in the main courtyard during first break
>Let's just hope no one finds out beforehand
>Okay Anon?
>Okay
>You decide to loiter in the soccer field of the school while first period commences
>Hidden under the bleachers, you take inventory on your stockpile
>You need to be extra quiet, gym class is in session
>Hidden away, you pull out a little present from your parent's wine cabinet
>Your mother hates when your dad drinks, so he always stashes some "The Kraken black-spiced rum"
>You don't drink, might as well start
>Opening the bottle, the smell alone attacks your nose
>Good god, is this what people actually like?
>Alcohol smells like piss
>Based on what drinkers say, it tastes like it too
>The effects better be worth it
>Without a second thought, you take a swig
>You want to spit it out but there's an aftertaste that leaves you wanting more
>Your breath already reeks of upcoming destruction
>As if on cue, some imaginary band plays a little rocking tune
>Fuck the formalities
>You'll strike now
>Screw schedules
>You stumble from under the bleachers out into the open
>Another swig of the poison and you cap it back
>Putting it back, you make way for the courtyard
>You don't care if any of the gym students see you
>With a swerve in your step, you walk across the freshly cut field
>The hate is really filling up now
>A headache is forming
>The only way to rid it is by spraying the ground with blood
>Your steps grow heavier
>You're about to fall
>You can't hold yourself up
>Can't even handle your first alcohol drink
>Carrying six guns slung around you in a bag isn't helping either
>It'll be light soon though, especially since most of the bullets will be buried in students
>Aw fuck
>You stumble
>The headache is taking over
>Shit shit shit
>Falling on one knee, you try to gain control of yourself
>You feel your body twitching
>Suddenly your eyelids grow heavy
>Fading
>A distorted echo of a voice finds its way to you
>You're too deep in this high to respond
>"ANON!" the voice was ringing
>Your vision was fading quickly
>All you could see before dropping over was the blurry sight of a blue girl running towards you in her soccer uniform
>Moments pass by
>All there is, is darkness
>A ringing sensation hits your head
>Jesus Christ
>You feel a slap to your face
>FUCK! That hurt
>Suddenly, your face is enveloped in cold water
>You jerk upright
>Eyes wide open
>Freezing water all over your face
>You're in... the girl's locker room?
>What?
>Your vision is still somewhat blurry but it's getting normal again
>You can see your things on the ground near a bench
>Oh shit... did you get caught?
>Looking up reveals a familiar blue girl
>She has the look of anger in her eyes
>It almost looks like she's about to break down
"D-Dashie..?"
>Another slap to your face
>"What the FUCK egghead?" she said
>What?
>"What in the hell do you think you're doing coming to school wearing body armor?" she starts "Along with lethal weapons and alcohol"
"Dash..I can expl—" you're cut off
>"I don't want to fucking hear it, you could've gotten in big trouble...could've put yourself in danger" tears are forming around her eyes
>"It's like you had a death wish"
>You're silent
>You do have one
>You didn't want her involved though
"I...It felt like the wrong thing to do..."
>Rainbow Dash looked down
>Tears streaming down her face
>Her once blue cheeks, now with a tinge of purple based on the red forms
>She cocks her fists and pummels it into your stomach
>You choke back the punch
>It hurts like a bitch
>You're not even wearing the vest anymore
"Dash... what's the matter?"
>Rainbow Dash just gives you a cold shoulder
>You're not tied to the chair
>Lifting your body up, you make way for your... things
>Rainbow Dash stops you mid-way
"Dash..."
>"Why?" she asks
"What?"
>"Why are you doing this?" she starts "We've been through this, if you need help, you could've come to me."
>This strikes you
>There isn't any other way either
"Dash, this is for me to take care of, I have my reasons."
>She won't accept that.
>"That's bullshit, you have me..Pinkie, anyone."
>No you don't
"No I don't."
>"What the hell does that mean?"
>She steps closer
>"We're friends, we help each other, it's what we do."
>Rainbow is now in front of you
>"So help me Anon, I should kill you for this, before you kill anyone."
>Sigh
>Why must she be so adamant?
"Rainbow Dash, don't you dare tell me you never felt the pain and suffering," you tell her
>"That's your excuse? Because you're hurt, you're going to shoot up a school?"
>She scoffs.
>"That's pathetic, and here I thought I made friends with someone nice and different."
>That hurts.
>"There are people dealing with more than your petty bullshit Anon, yet they don't get angry and fire away."
>Some people just don't learn
>What were you going to do now?
>You decide to try and reason with her
>Let's hope this works
"Dashie..."
>She hasn't heard you call her that in a long time.
>It started when you showed her a YouTuber named DashieXP.
>They were both just as loud as each other
>Her facial expression changed
>There might be hope
"Dashie... please let me have this, I won't feel fine without doing this."
>She's choking back tears
>"Killing people isn't the answer... please, just let me help."
>You hate to see her like this
>Rainbow Dash is a strong, boisterous girl
>What she was showing right now, was a weak and fragile baby
>It's all your fault
>One of your only friends is breaking down because of you
>She dragged you from your drunken haze
>You could've been caught
>Could've been arrested
>Could be dead
>Rainbow really did save you
>Slowly, you give out your arms
>Rainbow Dash sees this and quickly embraces you
>Her warmth slowed your pain and aggression


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>You zoom and dart through the falling debris with precision and speed as you make chase upon the purple flash of light.
>The ball of light stops mid-flight and send a large chunk of what used to be a chimney towards you.
>Instinct forces you to stop and punch the clay and mortar chunk. When the resulting cloud of dust and soot clears, you see a black figure holding Anon within the glowing ball.
>Wicked laughter echoes within your ear drum as you witness the figure's arm plow through your lover's chest and tear his heart out.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!"

>"Whoa, shit!" you feel the car swerve and the shake as it rolls onto the shoulder.
>"Sweetness, you alright? Scared the piss out of me when you woke up screaming," Anon states as he runs his fingers through your hair, the action lowering your pulse.
"Yeah..."
>With a feeling of worry, you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his shirt.
"Just another nightmare, you know how it goes."
>"When are you gonna start taking those sleeping pills your doctor recommended, Sunset?" Anon chuckles.
"Never," you sigh. "There's a reason why I have you."
>Anon laughs and gently pulls you offs of his chest. "Maybe you'd sleep better if we stopped at a hotel, sweetie."
>The thought of finally being able to lie down on a comfy bed gets to you.
"About time we made a stop. You swore we would make it back home tonight if we cut through the state of Canterlot, but look! We are not even halfway through Canterlot and it's 10:42 PM."
>"Hehehe," Anon scratches the back of his head, "Maybe the GPS underestimated the time."
>You look at Anon like the stupid little shit he's being right now.
"Maybe? Underestimated? Maybe you should replace that piece of shit iPhone you got and upgrade."
>You snatch the device from the car mount and dangle it in front of his face for effect.
>"Hey, hey," Anon snatches it back from your two fingers, "kindly quit your bitching and let me look up hotels nearby, alright?"
"No, here's my phone and look it up, you got no signal on that brick, anyways."
>Anon takes your phone and proceeds to search with an exasperated sigh. "I can't believe I got married to the biggest bitch in the university."
"Awww, I love you, sweetums."
>You plaster the biggest smile on your face.
>"Welp, it looks like there's practically only one within 10 minutes away." Anon passes you the phone. "Hotel Canterlot, lakeside resort."
"That doesn't sound easy on our wallet."
>"I've already looked through the fees and we can squeeze it in. Nice way to end the honeymoon, right?"
>You stare at the ring on your finger. Remembering the evening when it first was put on your finger.
"I guess..."
>"Aww, quit reminiscing, it has only been one week since then... crybaby."
>Without a thought, your arm snaps and you punch your husband square in the arm.
>"OW! What the fuck was that for? I was only playing." Anon retorts with a light shove.
"Oh! Did that hurt? I didn't feel a thing."
>The only response you get is a glare.
"Yes, let us go to Hotel Canterlot. That way the real crybaby can cry in a nice warm shower instead of his car."
>Anon eats up your savagery and silently puts the car back in gear and pulls back onto the road towards the resort.
>...
>Later, in the foyer of Hotel Canterlot:
>You drop your bag and ring the service bell furiously.
"Hello? We'd like a room for the night."
>You hear the muffled sound of clutter hitting the floor in the room behind the desk.
>"Coming!" A young voice shouts.
>The door bursts open and what appears to be a teenage boy runs up to the desk. His nametag reads "Spike."
>Spike stops to straighten his polo shirt and adjust his khakis before logging into the computer on the desk.
>"Welcome to Hotel Canterlot, the lakeside resort! My name is Spike and how may I assist the two of you tonight?"
>You look at Anon and smile.
"Yes, I would like a room for two, please."
>As Spike is working on the room order, something brews in your head.
"Actually, make that two separate rooms. One for a single person and one for two."
>Spike stops and looks at you with clear confusion.
"One for just my friend and one for me and you, kid."
>With that, you reach over and run the tips of your fingers across the rim oh his ear and down to his chin.
"I need someone to keep me company tonight."
>The teenage boy's eyes widen and his cheeks flush red.
>"O-oh...I-I am sorry, ma'am, b-but—"
"But what?"
>You let your sultry tone sink in.
>"SPIKE!" a voice booms across the foyer. The source unseen.
>The clicking of high heels begin to echo through the room as a woman who appears to be just a few years older than you enters the room with a lit candle in her hand.
>"Spike, I am terribly sorry to disturb you, but I need you to run down hall 12-B help Scruffy out. I'll handle the customers, don't worry. Now, take this candle and go."
~~~
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>6th of August 2014
>The big day
>Repeating the date over and over in your head
>Like turning a coin in the palm of your hand, your mind loops in on itself
>Had 6 months really came and gone that quickly?
>It doesn't seem possible
>The first day jags in your mind like broken glass
>The first time seeing those imposing gates
>Like stalwart guardians they towered over the facilities
>Promising swift and brutal justice for wrong-doers
>But now the gate offers a different perspective
>Now it is the small gap between here and the rest of your life
>Standing in this courtyard, waiting on those gates to open
>This was your purgatory
>Waiting for those gates to swing open
>Whether for better or for worse
>You take one last look at the logo on the gate
>CYDC
>Canterlot Youth Detention Center
>The low mechanical grumble
>The tug of twisting metal pulling the gate open
>Light from the setting sun reaches into the yard and blinds you
>Yet despite this you see an unmistakable silhouette
>One of angelic beauty so divine that 6 months of solitude cannot sully it
>You choke
>Warm salty tears roll down your face
>Tears you didn't realize you were fighting
~~~
>It's been five years since the world went to shit.
>Ever since the portal near CHS opened, the world fell flat on it's face.
>Normally, from what you remember Twilight telling you, the portal was opened near a friendly area of the magical world known as "Equestria".
>Instead, someone hot-wired the portal to open in Tartarus, where they keep the most powerful bad boys that are too dangerous to roam freely.
>Warlords, demons, spirits of evil kings and queens, sorcerers, giant demonic centaurs— You name it, everything came swarming out to Earth.
>With them, they bought a new type of energy to this world, whilst the scientific term for it wasn't so interesting, everyone just ended up calling it magic, since all the things you could pull off with it, were literally feats of magic.
>Monsters ended up tearing the world up, and guns, explosives, and even nuclear bombs wouldn't work on them.
>Fortunately, a few girls from your old school, who had some knowledge on magic, ended up helping the world's militaries and Governments produce new weapons and means to combat these new monsters.
>Melee weapons, new types of Firearms using new types of ammunition run on magic and teaching humanity how to wield this new force of Magic, giving people different powers.
>It helped, at first.
>Then people realized that they all had different affinities with magic.
>The world went to shit.
>Combining the monsters, the new weapons and magic literally destroying the world, anarchy rose.
>Governments, militaries, borders.
>All destroyed.
>The world changed for the worse.
>Eventually, people started building up their own cities and towns, with their own militias.
>But outside of the walls? Shit's gone nuclear.
>You've got bandits, mages and even some things that look straight out of the Necronomicon.
>Don't even get started on the Demons here, half of them were just humans that ended up selling their souls to other Demons in exchange for power, only to end up becoming some primal beast.
>Others were smarter and had their own ambitions and goals, albeit them being quite fucked.
>Eventually, armies started developing and it seemed like another war was coming.
>A person known only by the name "Discord" had amassed an army of Monsters and Humans, set on conquering what remained of this world to build up his "new world order".
>Except the way he did it was nowhere near efficient; it was just really brutal, sort of like a Lord of the Rings movie.
>Free cities and settlements were ravaged by the devastation of these blood-thirsty armies.
>Then along came this Super-mage named "Dr. Cordis", or as he liked his students to call him "Starswirl the Bearded".
>Now this guy, he was some kind of magic prodigy, sure he was like forty and had a massive white beard, and was probably still a virgin, but he was known throughout the world as a liberator and a hero.
>They say that when the Monsters first came, he used magic to fight them off and kept them from going crazy.
>Sure he didn't do much, seeing as how the world is now, one guy couldn't do that much.
>But anyway, he came along and started teaching young adults like yourself, how to use magic and how to fight.
>After training you, he sent you out in the world to start fighting Discord's armies and eventually kill the big guy himself.
>You and Starswirl got along pretty well, you weren't the strongest out of the students- That belonged to Twilight Sparkle and Sunset Shimmer, those two hot chicks from back in your high school days.
>But you guys developed that father figure bond, he helped you out a lot.
>Your parents... Your friends...
>Well, it's not really a good idea to look back on the bad stuff that happened, the world's got you covered on negativity.
>But to make a long story short, Starswirl found you, and ended up helping you get back up on your feet, turning you into someone that could actually contribute to the world.
>After a few months of fighting, and getting new equipment and just generally getting stronger, you're finally here.
>At the entrance of Discord's fortress.
>It took you so long.
>If Starswirl was correct, it was apparently Discord that opened up the portal to Tartarus in the first place.
>Then technically, he's responsible for everything that's happened.
>Guess maybe it's time for some revenge.
>So it's finally come to this...
>You feel the wind howling in your face, yet the dead silence of everything else only seems to make it more ambient.
>You begin to wish that you could just stay like this before, savouring the thrill before the fight.
>Just pondering your existence and life in general, no stress, no worries, just here.
>The Euphoria, for lack of a better word.
>You look back to your companions, your friends, your family.
>The wars, the fighting, the shit that's claimed so much.
>And yet you're the one surviving... you.
>The one who didn't deserve to live.
>You should've died when it all started, you weren't strong, or skilled, or even smart.
>Heck, even back in high school, you were just average, or mediocre.
>The training just made you into a weapon, to keep others safe.
>In the end, you're nothing but an unknown value... you're Anonymous.
>Enough pondering for now though, it's time to finish this.
>You push through the Fortress and make your way through.
>It's oddly... empty.
>This place should've been heavily guarded, but it seems like it's been deserted for a while now.
>A desolate, devastated fortress, is this really where the Discord would hide?
>Maybe it's an illusion.
>But you can't really sense any magic at work here.
>It's probably a trap to get you off-guard.
>You pull out your holstered rifle and keep it in your hands, prepared for any sudden ambushes.
>Making your way to the top floor, where you assume is the throne room is.
>As you walk into the room, the two doors close by themselves.
>Wow, how cliche.
>You look in the distance, to see a relatively short figure, wearing a helmet adorned with a horn and an antler-shaped horn.
>This must be Discord.
>You take a few steps towards him, getting a better view of him.
>As you point your rifle towards him and get ready to fire, he chuckles.
>"Kept me waiting, huh?"
>What?
>This guy murders thousands and just acts like it's casual?
>The fuck is wrong with him.
>He begins to walk towards you, giving you a small round of applause.
>"I'd like to congratulate you, your journey is nearly complete and I know of the hardships you faced to get here, you must have had a good teacher."
>You're shaking.
>You've fought the biggest, scariest dragons and demons in your life, you've slain countless people and monsters.
>But this guy?
>This guy could've destroyed you in seconds, and yet he's being so friendly.
>This is fucking with your head more than it should.
>"Now, you're probably wondering why I haven't decided to fight you yet..."
>He coughs a few times as he finishes his sentence
>"Thing is... I'm getting old, body isn't what it used to be after all this."
>He clicks his fingers, conjuring up a small table with a pot of tea in the middle.
>"I would be correct in assuming you didn't want to settle our disputes over tea, right?"
>You nod, sighing.
>This guy seems so... old, and innocent.
>Why couldn't he just be like a typical villain, the classic evil bad guy, so you could kill him with no regrets.
>"I understand, it's a little upsetting, but you weren't really here for that, were you?"
>He begins to pull off his helmet, revealing his face a little.
>His voice changes a little too, why does it sound so familiar.
>"And I must apologize to you too, Anon, this is the last secret I'll keep from you."
>That face... that voice!
>It can't be.
"S-Starswirl?"
>"In the flesh."
"It can't be, you're all the way in Cant—"
>"Teleportation."
"How do I know you're not tricking me?"
>He pulls out an old picture from his cloak, a picture of you and him, from a few years ago.
>You were much younger and smaller back then, now, after training and going through your ordeals, your body had adapted to the environment and grown a lot.
>You were a lot more muscular, and your face was more masculine in definition and structure.
>You hardly recognize the boy in the picture.
>There is no way anyone would've gotten their hands on that picture.
>It really is him.
"But why?"
>"There's something I should explain to you, all those years ago, when the Demons first starting coming out, no one knew who really did it, not even me."
>"It turned out, because I was still practicing Equestrian magic prior to that, I ended up finding a sword that was possessed by a malevolent entity, who called itself Discord."
>"Discord was a product of Chaos, the avatar of it. He offered me limitless power, but never mentioned the cost."
>He sighs, pulling out another picture from his wallet, of a younger man, resembling Starswirl, along with... is that your old Principal from CHS?
>And is that girl... no way, that's Sunset?
>"My own family was lost to me, I had to make sacrifices in order to make the right decisions, and I ended up becoming the vessel for Discord."
>"I had armies of Monsters rally to me, and eventually, our personality merged."
"So you ended up becoming the King of Monsters, but tried to save the world by creating heroes."
>"Yes, that's where I realized I still had some control over my body, and after using a lot of magic to suppress my magic power, I managed to overcome Discord's influence."
>"Whilst he still exists in my mind, and I still have some of his intentions within me, for now, I am myself"
"Why do you still lead the monsters, then?"
>"My boy, these creatures are not natural, they exist to murder, rape and pillage. To conquer and dominate all. If left untamed, they would've destroyed our world long ago."
>"There must always be a Monster king, to keep them in control, at least to some extent."
"Let me help you, we can manage this togeth—"
>"No, Anon. I feel that my magic is weakening, Discord is getting stronger... soon he'll break the seal and I will end up losing all control of my body, if that happens, the world is done for."
"You took me in, trained me, treated me like your own, just so I could kill you?"
>"Forgive me for this, Anon, but there is no other way. It is the destiny of the survivor to keep the world moving, so long as he survives, the world does."
>You're speechless.
"I'm not going to fight you, old man."
>"You don't have a choice."
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>"Forgive me for this, Anon."
>Clicking his fingers again, the table dissapears, and Starswirl is clad in a giant suit of black metal armor.
>A large black blade apparates into his hand, as he dashes straight for you.
>You drop the rifle and pull out your own sword, standing your ground and blocking his strike.
>Starswirl proves too strong, as he overcomes your block and sends you flying, hitting the wall.
>As you groan, you sparingly use your magic to heal some of your wounds, and pick up your runeblade to fight him.
>You attempt to cast a seal on Starswirl to try and stop him from using his Magic.
>Holy shit. It actually worked on him?
>Guess he wasn't lying about him getting old, that armor must've been some of the last of his magic.
>Starswirl notices this and laughs.
>"Sealing me will only stop me from using anymore magic, I'm still stronger than you."
>Another swipe at you causes you to jump back and regain your footing.
>Acquiring a correct stance, you hold your blade with both hands and give yourself a lightning enhancement.
>It's the most dangerous element to use, but if done correctly, you could take him down pretty quickly.
>Charging at Starswirl, sparks fly as your blades clash.
"Think about this, what about your daughter, what about everyone else?"
>"She doesn't even know the truth, and they haven't seen me in months, I might as well be dead to them!"
>You push him back with your blade this time, going for a quick strike on his right shoulder.
>Starswirl tries going for a quick stab, but you anticipated that and step to the side
>You swing as hard as you can, trying to break his armor.
>As it connects, lightning reflects back from the plate and sends you back a few feet, but it destroys the small piece of armor in the process.
>This is your shot, whilst he's stunned!
>You charge as much magic as possible, and are about to direct it to his weak spot, till you look up and realize he's not there.
>Wha—
>You're cut short, as you see a familiar blade drive itself a few inches into your right shoulder.
>Your vision goes red, as the runeblade is kicked out of your hand, and you're left moaning, clutching your wound in pain.
>Trying to cast magic on it only makes it hurt more.
>"Anti-magic, son. The wounds burn harder in response to magical trauma."
>Starswirl brings his foot on your chest, and kicks you down.
>His eyes have changed from his normal blue, to a vicious shade of red.
>You fear that Discord may have already taken some hold of him.
>"Goodbye, Anon. You can die knowing that at least you got this far, everyone else is probably dead."
>You struggle for your runeblade, but are stopped by him stomping on your hand.
>Yelping in pain, you curse at him with everything, as you try to limp out of his hold, but fail.
>"Before you die, however, there is one thing I'd like you to know."
>"Your parents and girlfriend - I killed them, I remember seeing their faces as I personally murdered each and every one of them."
>"I had my eye on you for a while, Anon, and you ended up impressing me, in a weird way, I'm proud of you!"
>"And now this proud father has to sacrifice his lamb, goodbye, Anon."
>FuckFuckFuckFuckFUUUUUUCK.
>There has to be a way to stop him, your luck hasn't faltered yet.
>Then you realize, there's still the open piece in his armor!
>You fumble with the other hand, ignoring Starswirl's monologue as you manage to pull out the revolver out.
>Taking one shot at his stomach, it actually ends up bringing him on his knees.
>You fumble to get up, but push yourself, you can let this Starswirl destroy the world.
>You kick his blade away, and bring a right hook to his face, leaving him dazed.
>Walking towards where your runeblade was, you pick it up and face Starswirl for a few seconds.
>Eventually he glances at you and smiles coyly.
>"What's the matter?"
"Tell me I don't have to do this... tell me that you'll stop."
>Starswirl's grin drops, as he looks down in disappointment.
"Tell me that you can stop!"
>"I will never stop."
"That's what I was afraid you'd say."
>You sigh, walking up behind him and bringing your blade to his neck.
>"There must always be a King of Monsters."
"I can't..."
>"Just wear the helmet I was, they will recognize you as their leader."
"Not after everything that's happened..."
>"There is no one else suited to the job, and the cycle must go on, otherwise the world will simply be destroyed."
"I'm... I'm sorry for this."
>"You did nothing wrong, child, now do it, you've got a lot more work to do now, and the last thing you need is more emotional baggage."
"Goodbye, Starswirl."
>He nods, you feel a tear sliding down your hand, but not your own...
>You shake it off and bring your blade across his neck, finishing the kill.
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>Walking off, you drop the blade, and throw all your armor off.
>Picking up the helmet of Discord, you now claim your title as the King of Monsters.
>It's time for some changes around here.


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>You are Anonymous, professional green person
>Average student, or below, but who cares?
>Right now you just wish you were anywhere but school
>You really think you should try to get more sleep
>Sometimes you go against your better judgement and stay awake playing games or on a rare occasion you write stories
>You're running on about 4 hours of sleep at most, struggling to stay awake in your 5th period math class
>Thankfully you don't go every period alone
>You look over to your left to see your purple haired friend Twilight
>You've been friends since you moved here
>You two met in the library trying to check out a textbook for your chemistry class
>Everything is getting blurry and after a moment, you wonder why everything is black
>The feeling of a fist going into your right bicep alerts you
>You open your eyes and turn to Twilight while mumbling
"Hey, calm down I'm up, I'm up..."
>You wipe your eyes and look back up
>She might not look like it, but she can punch if she's bothered with someone pretty hard
>"Anon, please sleep more, you're gonna end up flunking if you don't!"
>You have a B in this class
"I'm sure I'll be fine, Twi."
>You ended up friends after a series of bump ins
>You weren't stupid, you just wanted to spend time with her more honestly
>You've had a thing for her for a while now
>Fortunately for you, you don't go full beta when you talk to her
>Like 60% of the time anyway. You're a completely normal person that browses anonymous image boards and watches a cartoon about donkeys
>It's a family show, alright?
>"And what if you're not, what if you fail and live all alone for the rest of your lie, what if—"
>You put a finger to her mouth
"Twi. You're getting a little loud don't you think?"
>You look around you, at least 4 or 5 people are looking your way


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>Tuesday
>It had been quite some time since the Dazzlings had been beaten at the battle of the bands
>The three had (more or less) integrated back into the school, under the guise of 'Curing their boredom'
>Some liked to joke that it was because Adagio had some sort of obsession with Sunset, but we won't worry about that
>Home Ec/Foods/FACS class had just begun.
>Sonata Dusk was in said class.
>They had been tasked with a bit of baking
>The Siren's eyes lit up as she quickly pumped a fist into the air, nearly punching a student in the jaw
>"Yes! I am awesome at baking!"
>She wasn't
>Still, this little clutz would try her hand at it anyway
>The class went on and Sonata had more or less completed the batter
>Out came a pan, and she poured the batter in
>There were a few eggshells inside, but it wasn't really a problem
>The oven had been pre-heating for a while
>At 500+ degrees
>She tossed the pan into the oven and quickly closed it, smiling to herself
>Through some god-awful luck and cartoony science, it took all but thirty seconds for the oven to burst into flame
>Sonata's eyes widened quickly
>The siren hopped up, quietly saying "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck"
>No one noticed the swearing, or even cared if they did
>There was a fire
>Sonata, being the bright cookie she was, sprinted for the fire extinguisher
>She came back, only giving a shout of "Out of the way!" before spraying down the flame
>And everyone in front of her, which was a good chunk of the class
>There was very little aiming, really
>In fact, she held it at waist level and slowly moved it back and forth as if trying to mow down a crowd
>The fire continued consuming the area around the oven
>The instructor snatched the extinguisher away from Sonata, finally hitting the flame with its contents
>Now that the fire was put out, Sonata smiled
>"That was awesome!" she yelled, hopping a little
>She only received glares in return
>"Oh... Uhh..."
>The instructor merely pointed at the door, gritting her teeth and coldly saying "Out."
>"Don't I need a pass or something?"
>"Principal's office, now!"
>Sonata got the message, swiftly exiting the room
>She walked slowly, as she was more than certain that this was bad
>Principal Celestia was kind of scary, too
>She thought it was the legs, honestly. Too long
>The girl sighed softly, glancing about the empty hallway
>It was quiet
>She began to hum to herself softly to break the silence. She couldn't stand silence
>She suddenly found herself a little thirsty
>Perhaps it was the fire
>Or attempting to become some sort of fire-fighting Rambo
>Or she just wanted to avoid the principal for a bit longer
>Luckily, a drinking fountain was nearby
>Sonata stopped her humming long enough to bend down and get a drink
>As she drank, she noticed it tasted... off
>Actually, it tasted like carrots
>Horrible, rotten carrots
>She grimaced a little, quickly pulling back from it
>Vitamin enriched water did not taste very good
>Or maybe it was rust... iron oxide is healthy for you, right?
>Sonata didn't care, now just going to the office
>Sonata arrived shortly after
>The secretary got the call about the 'issue' in class a few minutes before
>"Have a seat. Principal Celestia is busy at the moment, so you have the pleasure of talking with Vice Principal Luna instead."
>Sonata was somewhat sure this was a good thing
>Yes, the legs were still kind of wonky, but at least she was shorter
>She was a little more approachable
>Sonata just nodded at the secretary, sitting down in a chair and playing with her skirt
>A few minutes passed until Luna stepped out of her office
>Luna said it like a question, but Sonata didn't exactly get to say no
>"Sorry for the wait. I was busy. Now, come inside?"
>The girl responded with, "Sure" and hopped up
>Well, now it was time to see how much trouble she was in
>Sonata followed Luna into her office
>It was dark, as normal
>The door was shut behind her
>"Please, have a seat, Miss Dusk."
>It took Sonata a moment to register that 'Miss Dusk' was her
>"Oh! Okay."
>She sat down again, in front of Luna's desk
>The vice principal sat as well, looking the student over
>"So, you set a classroom on fire?"
>"Well, it was an accident. I might have had the oven too high."
>"How does one even manage to set a classroom on fire with an oven? In thirty seconds?"
>"Magic...?" The girl smiled sheepishly
>She'd figured that if she didn't know how to explain it magic usually ended up being an acceptable answer
>Doesn't work with humans
>"As I recall, you don't have access to magic anymore."
>Luna's gaze was locked on Sonata
>There was something odd about her gaze
>It was very nearly predatory
>She shrunk back as she normally did when Adagio gave her such looks
>"Oh yeah. Heh, forgot about the... Pendants..."
>Luna simply sighed
>"I very much doubt you're capable of forgetting an event like that. Unless, of course, I should be concerned about drug use?"
>Sonata shook her head
>She'd done drugs once and absolutely hated it
>"Good," Luna replied


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>Today was the day.
>You had it all planned out.
>It took you all month to muster up the courage to ask Fluttershy out on a date.
>You had no idea why you were such a little bitch, it's not like she would ever say no.
>You walked down the hallway straight toward the group of girls.
>Fluttershy's friends, those girls were inseparable.
>You waited for a moment until the group separated to go to their lockers.
>It's a good thing that their lockers weren't all together, meaning that Fluttershy was alone.
>You walked up to Fluttershy with a friendly smile on your face.
"H-hey Fluttershy...Can I ask you something?"
>She looked over to you and her eyes widened with fear.
>"Anon! I don't know what I did to you, I'm sorry! please don't hurt me!"
>She started crying, got on her knees and covered her face with her hands.
>What the hell is going on?
>"I-I'm s-sorry!"
>She was nearly shouting through her tears.
>You were really confused.
>And people were starting to stare.
>You wanted to feel bad for her...but you had no fucking clue what she was so scared of.
"what the hell are you talking about?"
>You bent down and reached out to her.
>Fluttershy swatted your hand, scrambled to her feet, and ran down the hallway, crying.
>You stood there, with complete shock and confusion on your face.
>You decided to ask her friends about it, and Rarity was in your first period class, so it shouldn't be difficult.
>You walked into the classroom and set your backpack down on your desk.
>Rarity, was on the other side of the classroom, looking into a small hand mirror and applying lipstick.
>You walked over to her.
"Hey, Rarity... what's wrong with Fluttershy?"
>Rarity smacked her lips together and turned to you.
>"Whatever do you mean, darling?"
"Well... when I went to talk to her she started crying and freaking out... like she was scared of me?"
>Rarity made a scowl.
>"I have no idea, darling, she always seemed to like you... maybe she's just being moody?"
"No, I know moody... she was terrified."
>"Then I'm not sure... if you didn't do anything to upset her, I'll see what I can do."
>You smiled.
"Thanks, Rarity."
>You sat down at your desk and began to work on the assignment jotted down on the chalkboard.
>You were still beyond confused, but you felt a little better that Rarity was going to help.
>Before you knew it the lunch bell had rung.
>You were going to get to the bottom of this
>In between classes Rarity had gathered nothing about why Fluttershy seemed so scared.
>So she suggested meeting them in a group and talking it out.
>Seemed simple enough.
>You walked into the lunchroom and headed over to the table Fluttershy and her friends usually sat in.
>You approached and walked into the group.
>Once Fluttershy saw you she hid behind Rainbow Dash.
>Rarity looked over to you, then looked at Fluttershy.
>"Fluttershy, darling, what's gotten into you? Anonymous just wants to talk."
>Fluttershy looked at Rarity
>"No he doesn't... I overheard him and his friends talking about how he was going to hit me."
>All the girls looked over to you with a mix of confusion and disgust.
>You wondered for a moment what she was talking about.
>Then it clicked.
"Oh! No! Fluttershy you misunderstood, no, my friends were talking about... well, heheh... m-me hitting ON you, not me going to hit you."
>There was a silent moment of revelation for the whole group.
>Suddenly Rainbow Dash burst into laughter.
>"That's what this is about!?"
>Fluttershy came out from behind Rainbow Dash.
>"S-so... you weren't going to hit me?"
>You smiled.
"Of course not! why would I do that? I didn't want to hit you, earlier this morning I just wanted to ask you ou—"
>You stopped yourself.
>You just spilled all of your spaghetti without even giving it a second thought.
"Oh, uhh, yeah so... you want to go out? Dinner and a Movie? something simple to hit it off?"
>Your damage control was like using oil on a fire.
>Fluttershy's face grew deep red as she tried to hide behind her hair.
>She nodded.
>You walked up to her and embraced her.
"I'd never want to hit you... now, pick you up... Saturday at 6?"
>She nodded again.
>That was easier than you thought it would be.
>Score
~~~
>"I-I'm sorry Anon, p-please..."
>The young woman sinks into the couch, hiding behind her hair the best she can.
"I am so fucking tired of your shit, Fluttershy! How many times, how many FUCKING TIMES have I told you about this?!"
>The pink-haired girl stumbles over her words.
>"U-uh, w-well, I just, sometimes I, I-I mean..."
"Every fucking week you pull this shit, and every week I tell you to change. You say that you'll change, and what happens? You don't fucking change! I'm am seriously sick of your shit!"
>You angrily pace back in forth in front of your wife.
>When you had first met her she seemed like your dream girl.
>She had everything you wanted in a girl.
>Or so you thought.
>You started dating her, and those first few months seemed like a waking dream.
>When the first problems started to pop up, they seemed small and insignificant.
>Nothing you couldn't handle, nothing the two of you couldn't work out, right?
>Before you knew it, you asked her to marry you.
>She said yes, of course.
>Now, nearly a year on, you can't help but notice every single little flaw in character, every little error she makes.
>And now, after year of you cleaning up after her you'd had enough.
>So here you are, blowing up at the girl you had thought perfect once upon a time.
>"I'm sorry..."
"Sorry doesn't fix anything, Shy."
>She gives a soft whimper.
>You sigh.
"I've had enough of this today. I'll see you later."
>You walk towards the front door, grabbing your coat on the way.
>"What? Wait, Anon! Please don't leave!"
>You ignore her pleas and walk out.
>She doesn't follow.
>The drive does little to calm you.
>You make your way to your favorite bar.
>You waste no time in ordering the strongest liquor they have.
>The haze slowly begins to descend upon you, a welcoming anesthetic to the stresses you carry with you.
>Why did it have to be so hard?
>Why did everything she did infuriate you?
>Are you just short-tempered?
>Impatient?
>A part of you wants to say yes, but another part says no.
>A year you've had to deal with this.
>A year you've seen her make mistake after mistake.
>A year spent needing to follow after her, fixing what she broke.
>That payments you needed to make?
>The ones she said she would take care of?
>Late, again.
>Remember how you told her to talk with the agency to clear up some issues they had with your paperwork?
>Sure, she went, but ended up forgetting half what she needed to say and barely managed to stumble through the rest.
>It's like she was scared of people, for crissakes!
>She barely manages to get the groceries right, always getting the wrong stuff, forgetting stuff you needed, buying stuff you didn't.
>And good god, the animals!
>Sometimes you felt she cared for the animals more than she did you!
>It was all enough to drive a man to drink.
>And sure enough, here you were.
>As engrossed as you were in your woes, you don't immediately notice the person sitting next to you.
>"Hey, come here often?"
>The sudden appearance of your companion barely manages to startle you.
"Wha—?"
>You turn to face the person who so rudely interrupted your brooding.
>And she is something.
>Beautiful golden eyes, like amber.
>Long braided hair, matching her eyes.
>An easy, relaxed smile gracing her finely proportioned face.
>Her clothes weren't exactly the type you'd expect a girl to wear when out on the town, being modest and practical, but it was nice looking nonetheless.
>"See something you like?"
>You must have been staring at her longer than you thought, because she smirks at you.
"Oh, sorry, I'm a little out of it right now."
>She waves her hand dismissively.
>"Don't worry about it, happens to the best of us."
>A few quiet moments pass, you turning back to your drink and her quietly looking at you.
>"Oh, where are my manners, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Lightning Dust."
"I'm Anon. I don't think I've seen you here before. You come here often?"
>"Nah, I'm new in town. Just moved here from Cloudsdale. Job market isn't really looking good over there, you know?"
"Yeah, I heard about that. You found a job yet?"
>"Yup, and a better paying one than the one I had! I have an apartment, all my affairs are in order, only thing left to do is to meet new people."
"I'd say you're doing well on that front."
>She let's out a chuckle.
>"Yeah, I would too."


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>What are all these multicolored children running from? They're not! They're running to the World's toughest competition in town: The Most Extreme Elimination Challenge!
>Tonight Canterlot High takes on Crystal Prep!
>It's the Classic Battle between Rhinestones and Cowboys! So what are you waiting for? Get fired up for MXC!
>And now, here are two guys who are always at the top of the class, Kenny Blankenship and Vic Ramano!
>"Have we got an episode today, Vic!"
>"Right you are Ken, tonight two classic school rivals are fighting for supremacy, to bring honor to their schools in the arena of ours."
>"And the best part is that I get all of those chicks' numbers!"
>"Kenny! Those girls are underaged! Do you know how much legal trouble we'd be in if you— wait, wait a second. These are the waivers we hand out before every show, how did you get these?"
>"I dunno, I just found 'em sitting around."
>"I'll leave you sitting around, let's go to Guy LeDouche."
>We cut to a scrawny asian man with a pencil-thin moustache wearing khakis and a pith helmet sitting in a control booth.
>"Do you believe in magic, because Guy does. After the events of this year's 'friendship games' these two schools have decided on a friendly rematch right here! Oooh, Guy like. First we have the magical Wall Buggers, followed by a nice clean run of Sinkers and Floaters, then Guy's personal favorite; Wall Bangers, and finish up with Log Rollers. Guy would love to be a part of this but because of a restraining order from Miss Cinch and Vice Principal Luna guy is stuck 500 yards away from these children. How about you, Skipper?" he asked before turning to one of the monitors and giggling to himself.
>We go to Captain Tenneal on a nice pedestal above a group of Magical Technicolor High Schoolers. The Captain is wearing a japanese military uniform and holding an impressive black cane.
>"Thank you Guy. Now, who here thinks that magic is an incredible power that should be accepted and studied in order to use it to benefit all mankind? Show of hands now!"
>The entire crowd cheers, the good Captain laughs.
>"Well you're wrong! Magic is a dangerous and harmful energy that would kill us all if we dare trifle with it, and as such anyone who uses magic should be locked away for the safety of all involved! What say you, little lady?"
>He leans over and gives the mike to a girl with pink, fluffy hair and pink skin.
>"Well, I think magic is something we should all know and use, that way we can all become better people because of it!"
>"Ah, but that's communism, and not the American way!"
>"Wait, I don't think that's how that works."
>"Of course it works that way, are you doubting the captain? How about you?" He asked, passing the mike to a girl with pigtails and glasses before Pinkie could respond.
>"I actually want to try out a magic girl, Captain."
>"Kinky, LET'S GO!"
~~~
>Be Anon, a "narcissistic and witty high school student."
>You're at lunch, eating a sandwich at a table you've claimed as your own.
>As you look across at the empty seats surrounding yours, you can't help but smirk.
'I'm a loner.'
>The word creates a sinking feeling in your stomach, but in your head, you know that it's a good thing.
>In the anime that you've watched, the loner always wins in the end; they get the girl and all the friends they could ever want.
>Why should you be any different?
>Out of the corner of your eye, you see a white blur coming towards you.
>You feel the side of your mouth twitch.
>’Time to charm.'
>You hear your heart skip a beat as the stranger comes closer. Your hands clench tightly when you look to identify the suspect.
>...and you also ignore the probably imaginary object that feels like it's being crushed in your right hand.
>After a few seconds, you see that the blur is Vinyl Scratch.
>'Perfect.'
>Vinyl Scratch, while playing the part of your average goody-two-shoes DJ in school, had some... suspicious rumors about her.
>Rumors about drugs, a harsh life back at home, and a mixture of some other drama you've forgotten about.
>The perfect recipe for heroine stew.
>Then, something cold runs down your arm.
>You turn your head to see your half-eaten sandwich crushed between your fingers.
>Jelly and peanut butter runs down your wrist onto the sleeve of your coat, staining it in several places.
>Your throat swells up. You flick the sandwich away, hoping that you can somehow clean the mess up before Vinyl Scratch gets here, but...
>"Uh..." The voice reaches your ears just before you can hide your right sleeve behind your back. You look back up to see Vinyl, face contorted, standing right in front of you.
>She opens her mouth a few times to speak, but every time she just closes it with a thoughtful look on her face.
"H-eheh... H-h—"
>You can't even laugh even more. The fire in your cheeks is burning any sound that reaches your mouth.
>Vinyl looks at you for a second more before shrugging and continuing her walk.
>She moves past your lone and deserted table, going to the one next to it and settling down with the crowd.
>A couple of the people she sits with stare at you with a confused look on their face, but do nothing more.
>You let your messy arm slip to the table as you cover your face with the other.
>Totally blew it.
>You feel your innards twist and turn as you replay the scene in your head.
'...Wait, why do I care?'
>You lower your left hand from your forehead, turning it into a fist.
'You're cold, unforgiving, narcissistic, and witty! You're the main character of this!'
'That's right, I don't need that whore...'
>You're sure with the places she's rumored to visit, she's had more than a few dickings in her time.
'I'll only go out with PURE heroines!'
>From your time watching anime and reading stories on imageboards, helping a girl overcome her troubles was cliche anyway.
>A new feeling overcomes you. You're not sure exactly what it is, but you have the urge to laugh and cry at the same time.
'I... I just need to get cleaned up... I'll be great then...'
>You shakily stand up, stepping over the pile of jelly and bread on the floor before speed walking to the bathroom.
>You can feel a few eyes on you, but nothing more.
'They'll all be mine soon enough... I'll be the best in this school...'
>The pace of your walk speeds up a bit as you feel more eyes being drawn to you. You do your best to hide the jelly covered sleeve from plain sight, but it's still easily visible.
>You hear a few girls giggle from behind you, no doubt enjoying the spectacle you've created for them to see.
'Don't worry about it, Anon... Just a bump in the road, that's all... heheh...'
>You'll be popular in no time...'
>The rest of the day was uneventful.
>After cleaning your sleeve, you went back to your classes, where you managed to keep up with what the teachers were saying.
>Finally, the last bell rings, and students start to pile out of the room like a crazed mob.
>With a groan, you stand up from your seat and follow the mass herd of teenagers to the exit.
>The outside of Crystal Prep is much like its inside; everything is clean, proper, and made to look perfect.
>Over the neatly trimmed bushes and wonderfully modeled fences, you see students either going about their business or talking to their friends.
'They'll be MY friends soon enough. I'll be the most popular kid in the school...!'
>Something catches your eye as you glance about the populated school grounds.
>A lone girl, carrying a stack of books that reach just above her head, currently stumbling around in the middle of the yard.
>You don't have to see the face to recognize that pale colored skin or that skinny shaped body; that's Moon Dancer.
>A plan starts to form in your head as you watch her almost loose her balance from the weight of the books.
>From the small amount of time you've spent with her, you've learned that Moon Dancer's no doubt the only kid here that's as friendless as you are. She also looks like she'd be into some really nerdy stuff.
>You nod your head as you start to approach her.
'A match made in heaven. SHE will be my heroine!'
>You mentally prepare yourself for the encounter as you near her.
'She's a quiet girl... so she must be into assertive guys, right? I just need to be loud!'
>You stick your chest out and make yourself straighter as you reach your destination.
>Knowing that you'll have to be assertive, you opt to grab her shoulder from behind to set your plan into motion.
>Moon Dancer freezes as you grab a hold of her shoulder.
'Remember, Anon, you have to be loud!' You think to yourself before going forward with the next step.
"HEY, M-MOON DANCER! D-DO YOU NEED HELP WITH T-THOSE BOOKS!?"
>She cringes away from your grasp with a small shriek, dropping the books to the ground and spinning around with a look of horror on her face.
>You grin. 'Right where I want her!'
"I-I'LL PICK THOSE UP FOR Y-YOU, MOON!"
>You begin picking up the books, one by one, making a tower out of them like Moon had done before.
>The process doesn't take long. With the last book collected, you grin as you present the books to Moon Dancer.
"H-HERE YOU GO!"
>...
>...?
>You peek out from behind the tower of books to find empty space.
'Huh? Did she go somewhere?' You take surveillance of the school yard only to find the stares of about fifty people.
>The realization of what you just did in front of this many people hits you, and your cheeks go aflame.
>Someone snickers behind you.
>You instantly set off into a sprint, going through the school yard gate, and running towards home...
>...for about thirty seconds. Being athletic was never your thing, and these books are pretty heavy.
>You decide to take a moment to rest. Enough distance was covered to get away from the students, so it should be fine.
>After finding a bench nearby, you let yourself plop down into it, books still in-hand.
'What the hell?' You think to yourself while resting your head on the large pile of books.
>Today was definitely a setback.
'I-I can fix this. In anime, the main character always goes through a rough patch, but they always rise back up!'
>You chuckle to yourself, low enough so that only you can hear.
>Water starts to glaze your eyes, but you wipe them with your sleeve before they can escape.
'Ah, damn,' you think. 'Hahah, why do I feel so sad? I'll get what I want in the end, because...'
'...because I am Anon, and I'm a narcissistic and witty high school student.'
>You rise from your seat as the final bell rings throughout the school.
>Today was exceptionally better than the last. You got a few sideways glances at lunch, but besides that, no one paid any attention to you.
>The scenery was mostly the same as you exited the school building once again; friends talking, students leaving... but amidst it all, there was no sign of Moon Dancer.
>Last night you decided that returning the books to her after apologizing would be the best option, and then she could call you a "bonehead" before falling in love with you.
>The plan's foolproof. There was a scenario just like this in an anime you watched, and the guy and girl ended up making out after the guy apologized.
>Giddiness rises up inside of you. 'I need to find her, though,' you think to yourself as you survey the school yard.
>Earlier during the school day, you tried to find her where you'd usually catch a glimpse of her, but today she was nowhere to be found.
>For about ten minutes you wait, leaning on some railing and waiting for Moon Dancer to pass by. Most of the students leave, some stay around to chat some more, and some work on homework; none of them are Moon Dancer.
'Where could she be? This is the only... ah shit.'
>Somehow you forgot that there was another exit through the library, which Moon Dancer would have most likely taken in order not to see him again.
'Maybe...' You glance down a small opening between the school and the outer wall. It led around the school straight to the library, allowing you to get there in mere seconds. Teachers forbade students from going down there, due to some complications, but there doesn't seem to be any around right now...
'Fuck it, what do I have to lose? Maybe she's still there.' You start down the small path at sprinting pace, not wanting to waste anymore time.
>"...ing bitch."
>Just as you almost grow winded, an unknown voice stops you in your tracks.
>"Our teacher gave us a ZERO because you didn't do what we told you to."
>Something is hit, you think, and then there's a moan and a sob.
>"You won't forget again, will you?"
>The voices sound as if they're coming from farther down the path, past the corner.
'This is just gonna' get in the way,' you think. 'Maybe if I act like I don't see anything they'll just let me pass with no trouble. I should still check it out before going on, though, just in case...'
>You edge yourself to the corner, slowly peeking your head out and instantly retracting it once glimpsing the scene ahead.
>Moon Dancer's sobbing with two other girls surrounding her.
>One girl with pink-ish hair is standing straight above her, while the one with the purple-ish hair is kneeling down to Moon's level.
>Your bookbag full of Moon's books grow heavier as another *thud* resounds from the scene accompanied by a sob.
>It takes a moment for you to register what's happening.
>You grit your teeth together as you try to formulate a plan.
>'I could just throw the books at them,' you think, but instantly discard the idea. Your aim sucks and you could end up hitting Moon Dancer.
>Your heart rate picks up as you hear yet another hard blow to Moon Dancer.
'I could tell a teacher, but— dammit-! Students aren't supposed to be wondering around this part of the school in the first place! I'd get in trouble!'
>You carefully slide through the straps of your bookbag, setting it down slowly to not create any noise, and edge back closer to the scene. 'I have to do something... wait...'
'They're girls!'
>You facepalm. 'I just have to intimidate them, and they'll run away, and then...'
>Your face heats up as you imagine scene between yourself and Moon Dancer, repaying you for your chivalrous act of saving her from evil.
'Let's do this!'
>You strut out from the corner, sticking your chest in the air and preparing to make your voice as deep as possible.
"Hey, girls!"
>The two suspects look at you, keeping the menacing look glued on their face.
'Maybe... they don't get it.'
>You point at them with one hand and make a fist with another.
"Y-you'll leave that lady alone a-at once!"
>They giggle.
>...They're giggling at you?
>"Well, w-w-why don't you come over here and m-m-make us stop messing with her, huh?" One girls mocks you while the other keeps giggling, catching you off guard.
>They... just challenged you...
>You clench your fists as you take a step towards them. You try to make your outward appearance menacing even though you feel like falling apart on the inside.
"I-If you d-don't leave now, I-I'll-..."
>"Y-you'll...?"
>Rage starts to replace the thoughts of chivalry as the girl mocks you for a second time.
>You're legitimately angry now, even though you still manage to hold yourself back, for now.
>"Oooh, someone looks mad!"
'That's it.'
>Passion rises up in your chest and, for a moment, you forget everything holding you back. You lunge forward, driving your elbow back and aiming to land your fist into the pink-haired one's face.
>As you get within reach, you drive your elbow forward with as much force as you can muster, right towards the girl's nose.
>She takes a step to the side, dodging your punch completely. Instead, your fist crashes right into the brick wall.
>You immediately want to puke. It feels like every bone from the tip of your fingertips to the tip of your chest shatter like glass upon impact.
>Before you can even draw your fist back, something leather hits the side of your face with the force of a speeding truck.
>You're sprawled out on the ground before you can even tell what happened. One girl rears her handbag up for another strike while the other girl looks like she's about to pounce on you.
>All you can manage is to wonder 'Huh?' before you receive another blow to the face.
~~~
>"Hey man, did you hear?"
>"Did I hear what?"
>"You know that quiet kid, always does the house swimming?"
>"Uhhh, Anonymous? Yeah, I know him."
>"He's got a tattoo"
>"What? No way man, you're talking crazy talk."
>"Yeah man, he got a big one too, says he'll do a big unveiling at swim practice today."
>"Shit man, I gotta see that."
>The news had spread like wildfire
>In a few short hours the entire school had agreed to show up after-school to see Anon's tattoo
>There was a buzz around the school, that hadn't been seen for quite some time
>The friendly, quiet kid, had done something brash and rebellious
>It shocked people
>After all, that's what you did it for
>It made you feel like a movie star
>They treated you like a movie star
>But you knew it wouldn't last
>After today you would go back to being the same background character you always were
>Or you would
>If you had gotten any other tattoo
>But you had gotten something so shocking, it would mark you down in school yearbooks forever
>As you marched out of the changing rooms and into the swimming hall there was an atmosphere
>The air was electric and people were hungry with excitement
>You had taken care not to show people your pride and it was covered closely by your school jersey
>The crowds watched closely your every action
>Your eyes scanned the crowd as you drunk the atmosphere
>Well...
>This is the big moment the big reveal
>Time to give the people what they want
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>Your hand clasp the edges of your jersey
>You want this to look as theatrical as possible so you'll be pulling it off Hollywood style
>You give the crowd one final glance before giving the final pull
>And like that you are bare
>The new artwork that adorns your chest is revealed to the world in all its glory
>For a moment there is silence
>The eyes that had once seen with hopeful eyes now look at you with quiet bewilderment
>At that moment a boo emanates from them
>Of course it would
>There eyes change from bewilderment to hatred
>You would expect nothing less
>But as you scan the crowd of angry faces and teenage angst a pair of eyes meets yours
>They are not filled with hatred like the other machine men
>They are filled with...
>Understanding?
>As you stare into those beautiful big blue eyes and they stare back at you, you feel
>A strange feeling, emanating from your heart
>One you haven't felt in an awfully long time
>Is this love?
>For a random person in a crowd of angry people?
>I'd fucking hope not
>Your gaze is interrupted as the person is pushed along in the sea of people pushing their way out of the hall
>You continue with training and make your way home as you would any-day
>But your head is filled with thoughts of that girl
>What was it about her?
>Once home you open up your laptop
>Loading up your Facebook account you set yourself the task of finding this girl
>She's a girl so she'll be friends with one of the more popular girls at the school
>Women stick to people they know, even if they don't like each other
>Sorting through the various female profiles, you try your best to avoid any statuses about your little stunt today
>You seem to have kicked up quite the shit storm
>There's a petition for your expulsion which is interesting
>But useless
>The school can't kick you out because people want them to
>You haven't broken any rules and your grades are stellar
>You are untouchable, as much as these prissy privileged fuck would like to think otherwise
>You finally find the girl
>Fluttershy, huh
>Sorting through her pics, your heart flutters
>She doesn't have much content up, so either she's well guarded, or just sensible
>You never did understand the point in advertising your life to anyone on the internet
>Nah you were anonymous image board person
>You spot something on her profile
>"Works at Canterlot Animal Shelter"
>You've always wanted a dog
>A few more taps and you are on the website searching through the different animals
>One article catches your eye
>A litter of pure bred German Shepherds
>Literally just up on the site a couple of minutes before you found the page
>If that isn't fate you don't know what is
>A short video is on the site
youtube.com/watch?v=jyx4nb6FhAM
>Fuck it, you were getting a dog
>You grab your wallet and make your way to the store


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>Halloween.
>A spooky holiday for the kids.
>An excuse for the teens to get wasted and fuck each other.
>Not that it mattered to you, Flash Sentry, the schools most sought after hunk.
>All the girls wanted you.
>Even a few teachers looked you over when you passed in the halls.
>Norman waves to you from a classroom doorway
>"Yo Flash, you ready for the Halloween bash tonight?"
"Hell yeah, the house is ready, booze is on the table. Did you spread the word?"
>"Didn't need to. Everyone knows about it!"
>Perfect. No girl will be safe.
"That's awesome Norm, I'll see you after school bro!"
>You slam your locker shut and stroll into class.
>just another few hours then it's party time.
>Ding fucking ding ding.
>Fuck yeah it's home time.
>You grab you bag and stroll out the door.
>Ready for Halloween.
>Ready for the weekend.
>You spot Norman in the crowd, waving at you erratically.
>You move through the crowd and greet Norman with a high five.
>"Yo Flash!"
"Hey Norman, what's up?"
>"There's a girl that wants to come to your party bro, but..."
"What's the problem man, anyone's welcome to the party!"
>Norman shifts his weight and rubs his neck anxiously.
>"I know, but this girl gives me the creeps bro, ever since Anon..."
"You alright dude?"
>You pat Norman on the back. He never was quite the same since Anon died.
>"Yeah man I'm good, just being stupid. You ready?"
"Yeah dude, let's go. Who's the girl that creeps you out."
>Norman doesn't answer.
>You follow his finger down the hall.
>It's her.
>"Heeyy Flash."


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#170 | No.24948637
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>Who are you?
>Where are you?
>How did you get here?
>These thoughts and more float in head as you feel yourself soar on unseen currents through this waterless sea.
>Wait...
>There it is.
>A purpose.
>It’s vague, but it’s there.
>You need to find something, or someone.
>But what exactly is it that you are looking for, and why?
>Your unvoiced queries echo off into the eternal distance.
>You wish you weren’t stuck in this... place.
>You can’t move, can’t see or feel.
>But something in the back of your mind tells you there is one thing you can do.
>You flex incorporeal muscles you didn’t know you had.
>They flow through and around you like snakes, ready to enact your will.
>You think.
[Show me where I should go.]
>And they do.
>Out of the nothingness they come.
>Sights, sounds, smells, all of it at once.
>Visions of foreign places and unrecognized faces.
>You see her.
>A girl, working feverishly on some mechanical contraption.
>She’s in a small, dark, and dusty workshop.
>Old tomes and mistreated manuals litter the tables and shelves around her, where the space isn’t taken up by drawings and other little machines.
>A half eaten pastry sits forgotten on a dingy little desk on the far side of the room, next to a mug of coffee that has long since gone cold.
>The girl herself looks like she’s seen better days.
>Or maybe not.
>Her hair is dirty and unkempt, her clothes are lightly dusted like the room itself.
>The girl herself is incredibly pale and likely hasn’t seen the light of day in a long while.
>She mutters to herself as she continues to work on her “thing,” whatever it is.
>A small crystal on the contraption begins to glow softly.
>She lets out a small gasp before muttering with even more intensity.
>As she tinkers with the thing when suddenly the glow from the crystal begins pulsating rapidly.
>”No, no, NO!”
>There’s a muffled poof, and the crystal shatters.
>”Argh!”
>She takes the thing and throws at the other wall, before sighing and slumping down, face in her hands.
>...
>You’re in the countryside now.
>A young woman is attempting to till her fields, but it doesn’t look like it’ll do her much good.
>The ground is dry, practically dust.
>It’s not just this farm.
>The surrounding countryside looks to be in a state of drought.
>There might be a famine in the near future, if it hasn’t started already.
>But still, on and on the woman works.
>The sweat and dust on her brow and some scratches in the dirt are the only reward to her hard work.
>She pauses for a second to look off in the distance.
>The road is empty.
>She gives a forlorn sigh before turning back to her work.
>A city appears before your eyes.
>It’s streets bustle with the activity of what must be thousands of people.
>Gleaming spires and boulevards paved with what may as well be marble.
>The vision shifts.
>Clean, beautiful squares and tall buildings built to please the eye make way for narrow streets beneath wooden shacks built one on top of another.
>There is people here, no less than before, but everyone is dirtier and shiftier.
>In one of these streets a young girl sits.
>She huddles in shadow of the crowd, covered with a threadbare shawl.
>In front of her is a beat up tin, in which lies a single coin.
>The crowd passes her by, few even deigning to look at her.
>She stares at the ground, a sad look on her dirt smeared face.
>...
>You see a small town.
>While nowhere as ostentatious as the city, it is quaint.
>Small parks and humble buildings make for a pleasant atmosphere.
>A shopkeep sits in her small work area, looking bored.
>She fiddles with some cloth before setting it on top of a small pile of similar pieces.
>Her face momentarily shifts to one of worry as she looks at the window of the shop.
>Several holes mar the surface of the otherwise pristine glass.
>They seem to be recent, but have since been covered up.
>Seems like there was trouble recently.
>The shopkeep looks from the window to a small painting on the wall.
>It’s of a noble couple, sitting on a bench with a mansion in the background.
>A wistful smile crosses her face before it promptly leaves.
>A small bell jingles, the sound disturbing the young shopkeep’s peace.
>She rushes to greet her potential clients.
>The scenery changes again.
>A cottage sits on the edge of the forest.
>It’s empty.
>Your focus shifts elsewhere, into the forest itself.
>An animal shrieks in pain.
>There’s the rustling of leaves, then silence.
>In a clearing, a figure is hunched over a huge white stag.
>The animal is clearly in pain, and blood has wet the grass around it.
>The figure is movements are quick and erratic.
>They try to staunch the wound and soothe the animal.
>It’s no use.
>There’s too much blood.
>And there’s something else at work here.
>The stag coughs out blood, and its eyes cloud over.
>The figure doubles their efforts, but it’s too late.
>The stag gives a final ragged breath before finally succumbing to its wound.
>The figure pauses, then embraces the animal, as though to say they’re sorry.
>They finally look up.
>They is actually a she, and she peers deeper into the woods.
>Tracks lead off into the deep forest.
>She has worried look on her face, but it quickly turns into one of determination.
>She gets up and sets off.
>...
>Sheep graze as a young shepherdess plays around with some rocks.
>She juggles them, sometimes throwing one out, then hitting it mid-air with another.
>She hits every single one of them without fail.
>When she runs out of rocks, she takes a large stick from the ground and begins to play around with it.
>She duels with imaginary foes, hacking and stabbing the air.
>The sheep occasionally pause their grazing to look at her, unimpressed with her antics.
>Jumping onto a small boulder, she brandishes her weapon at her invisible adversaries, as though daring them to challenge her.
>A yell startles her, causing her to lose her footing and tumble off the boulder.
>Another shepherd waves at her frantically, obviously distressed.
>That’s when she sees it.
>A pillar of black smoke on the horizon.
>”Not again…”
>She rushes off to follow her compatriot.
>The sheep watch as they leave before returning to their grassy meals.
>They aren’t going anywhere.
>A desert stretches out to the horizon in all directions.
>The occasional mesa juts out of the ground in the far distance, stretching up to meet the sky.
>A young woman sits in the shade under a tree.
>She looks out to the horizon, as though she were expecting someone.
>She’s haggard, but otherwise calm and peaceful, and her clothes and pack, though somewhat dirty and worn, are well maintained.
>There are scars on her face and hands.
>She’s obviously had a hard and violent life, as young as she is.
>Behind her, a cloud of dust grows closer.
>Someone is coming.
>She looks back at it, then continues to look forward.
>She occasionally looks up at the empty sky, then down at her wrist, at a crude time telling device.
>What could she be waiting for?
>Whatever, or whoever it is, it seems as though they’re late.
>The vision fades, as do your senses.
>These are what you must find.
>You must gather all of them.
>However, you can’t be in seven places at once.
>So where should you start?
>You think for a moment, before deciding.
>You see it in your mind.
>You want to be there.
>And so, there you are.


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#166 | No.24385945
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>You're extremely famished and could kill for something to eat right now.
>So you check your wallet to see if you have any money to buy food.
>Upon opening your wallet, a small fly escapes, reminding you how broke you are.
"God damn it," you groan as you look around hopelessly.
>Something catches your eye as you look around.
>A girl, with rainbow hair, sitting at a table eating a bucket of tender, juicy, fried chicken.
>Your mouth waters as she takes a bite out of a drumstick.
>Grease splatters all over her mouth and her chest.
>She's wearing a white tube top, so the grease began revealing her breasts ever so slightly.
>Although her chest may be compared to that of a small child, the way she savored the chicken was too erotic.
>Aroused and tempted by the chicken, you approach this beauty with rainbow hair.
"H-Hello," you stutter as you stare at her and her chicken simultaneously.
>But she just scowls at you in disgust, as if you're some dirty animal.
>She begins to gather her food and back up away from you.
Shocked from this reaction, you extend your hand and accidentally yell, "Wait!"
>Apparently yelling startles her since she screamed in horror from your sudden outburst.
>She falls to the ground and the chicken flies everywhere.
>"What the fuck! Get away from me!" she yells in distress.
>Angered by her actions, you pull out your phone and wanted to take some pictures of her that you can use to blackmail her with.
>As you go to press the camera app on your phone, you accidentally press an app with a picture of a safe.
>Within seconds, a safe taller than the average man drops from the sky and lands on top of the girl with rainbow hair.
>A small shriek is elicited before her blood and guts explode everywhere.
>You look at your phone and wondered what happened.
>There is a notification message in the center of your phone which reads:
>"ACME Safes thank you for your purchase, Mr. Wile E Coyote."
>yfw
~~~
>Be kid Anon and today is your favorite holiday
>Halloween
>You get all the candy you want and you get to be your favorite superhero: Skeleton Man
youtube.com/watch?v=IU513suJZzY
>"Anon, are you ready?"
"Yes, Mommy Sunny!"
>As you dart down the stairs ready to fight crime with your calcium strength you hear Mommy Twi question Skeleton Man's power.
>"Sunset, I still don't get the premise of the costume Anon is wearing. Doesn't everyone have a skeleton?"
>"Don't ruin it for him Twilight, he's having fun."
>"I know sweetie, but it doesn't make sense. Just because someone has a skeleton it makes them a superhero? What's next, 'Skin Man'?"
"But Mommy Twi, Skin Man is Skeleton Man's archnemesis"
>"What?!"
"Yeah but he wears disguises and Skeleton Man is the only one that can see through it using his special skeleton eyes."
>"I don— it just doesn— why would anyone?
>"Oh no, she's doing it again."Sunset muttered.
>You look at Mommy Twi then look back at Mommy Sunny.
"Uh, is Mommy Twi broken?"
>"No honey she is just... tired. I'll bring her to bed then we'll go trick-or-treating."
"Yay!"
>As Sunset escorts Twilight to their room she twitches and yells "It doesn't make any sense!"


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#165 | No.24279359
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>just another day on the job...
>need to make sure these kids aren't out of line
>no paperwork today?
>great, breathing room
>...oh, right
>you're Vice Principal Luna
>and this may be a slightly more relaxing day than usual
>even though you arrived at Canterlot High a little late, this day doesn't seem to be too busy
>note to self, stop trying to party at night so much
>maybe that herbal tea Shining Armor told you about will calm your nerves
>you should make a cup of tea soon...
>nevertheless, this may be the one day at work where you...
>*CRASH*
>...have to deal with a student making a big mistake
>you look out of your nearby window to see a rather expensive looking car... rammed right into a wall
>you shouldn't have thought of anything
>you jinxed it
>wait, it seems some students were in that vehicle
>...why is one of them missing a shoe?
>hold on, you recognize these students
>two of them are easily recognizable
>Snips and Snails
>two pranksters who seem to absolutely enjoy ruining everyone's day
>this is their first time actually causing damage to school property, but still
>you cannot let them walk away like this
>wait, that one student missing a shoe
>tall man, blue hair, orange-ish skin, usually carries a guitar around
>what was his name...
>no matter, these students just caused major property damage to the school
>at least the wall didn't collapse
>the repairs should not be too costly
>now, onto business
>wasting no time, you leave your office and make your way outside
>there they are, arguing up a storm
>they seem to have not noticed your presence yet
>"H-hey Flash, no need to worry. We can just get out of here before anyone shows up! Right, Snails?"
>"Yeah, just don't get caught."
>the much taller student is getting more and more furious
>"Are you two out of your minds?! You make me almost skip school, make me crash into a wall, and now you think no one will catch us?! What if Vice Principle Luna finds out?"
"I'm not sure, why don't you ask her?"
>the three of them slowly turn their heads and give a fearful stare at you
>"V-v-vice Principal Luna?"
>you keep a calm face on as they start to back away
"Well, to answer your question, I'm rather furious. You know there will be consequences for your actions, right?
>they don't respond, probably too frightened to say anything
>you point towards the front doors of the school
"My office. Now."
>they look towards the ground as all three of them march in front of you towards the school
>as you follow them, you analyze the damages
>hmm... you were correct
>moderate damages, repairs should be within the school's budget
>perhaps another lucky moment today
>...you are now wondering how it can get worse
>soon enough, you enter the school and come close to your office
>after pulling out a key, you walk passed the students and unlock your door
"In you go, you three. You all have a lot of explaining to do."
>the three of them slowly walk into your office
>guilt seems to be the only things being show on their faces
>you walk inside and take a seat at your desk
>the three of them don't even try to take a seat in one of the chairs in the room
>after an awkward minute of silence, you finally take command of the situation
"Now then, anyone care to explain just what happened outside today?"
>just then, Snips and Snails get on their knees and start crying
>"We're sorry! we didn't know this would happen! It was Snails' plan!"
>"What?! Me?! This was your plan! I just followed you!
>same old lines, same old lies
"Hmm... yes, this seems to be a common occurrence between you two. Always managing to be innocent, even though you're always in the vicinity of every problem going on in school."
>they continue to grovel on the floor as he third student still has his head down
"You, without the shoe."
>that seemed to have gotten his attention
>"Me?"
"Yes, you. What might your name be?"
>he scratches the back of his head as he tries to answer you
>"F-flash Sentry, ma'am."
>ma'am
>now you feel old
>at least you know this student's name now
"Flash Sentry... I don't seem to remember your name. I'm guessing you're not usually in trouble?"
>"N-no, ma'am! Not at all!"
>he seems awfully nervous
>definitely his first time in your office
"A good student, hmm? If you really were as good as you say, I would only hear the truth come out of your mouth."
>you see him starting to sweat a little
"Why don't you tell me what transpired today? What events took place that lead to that automobile smashing into Canterlot High?"
>"Uh... well... you see..."
"I'm listening."
>"*sigh* I guess I can't run away from it. you see, Vice Principal Luna... I was going to skip school. I was tricked... but it was still my decision."
>tricked into skipping school?
>this should be interesting
"What could have possibly made you want to act upon this?"
>"Well..."
>the two troublemakers start laughing slightly
>you give them a glare, shutting them up
>"When I went to my locker, I found a note slipped in. I opened it up and found it was a letter from... a girl I like."
"A girl?"
>"Yeah... I haven't seen her in quite a while, so I jumped at the chance to meet her. It said to meet her at Sugarcube Corner in an hour, and... well."
"You decided to skip school."
>"But it was... you're right, that's what happened."
>that's one part of the story down
>you know who slipped that note in
>that fact that he believed it is quite a shock to you
>there's no way Snips and Snails made a forgery that well crafted
>...right?
>anyway, now onto the main event
"So you decided to leave the school. Any reason why you took that car?"
>"Well, its my car, so..."
>that car belongs to a teenager?!
>sweet chocolate strawberries!
>who paid for that thing?!
>it must cost...
>you're getting off track here
>back on topic
"I see... since that was your car, accessing it was no problem. My biggest question, however, is actually quite simple."
>"Look, it wasn't my fault! I didn't mean to crash into the wall! I normally park by backing into a spot, so I just decided to put it into drive and—"
>this student is talking a mile a minute
>you need to stop him
"Flash Sentry!"
>he immediately stops talking
"One thing at a time. Now, I know you're simply trying to give me reasons why it wasn't your fault, but let's start from the top."
>he gives you a nod, signaling you to continue
"You were going to leave the school by car, yes?"
>he nods
"And you drive forwards out of a parking space, correct?
>another nod
"Now then, why did you crash into the wall?"
>he looks away before answering
>"Because... my foot was stuck on the gas pedal."
"...I beg your pardon?"
>"When I put my foot on the gas... I couldn't take it off."
>wait...
>what?
>that doesn't make any sense
>then again, he's still missing a shoe
"Was there a reason why?"
>he looks towards Snips and Snails
>"Ask them. They must have done something."
>you look towards the two idiots, who seem to be trying to hold back some laughter
"Well?"
>they immediately straighten up and look right at you
"Care to give us an explanation?"
>Snips seems confident in what he's about to say
>"Well, you see, ma'am, I think Flash over there doesn't know his own strength and—"
>"We used superglue!"
>"Snails!"
>you can't figure if Snails was either too stupid to lie or just didn't want to make the situation worse
>...probably both
>"Yeah, we put superglue on the entire gas pedal because we thought it would be funny. It kinda was."
"...Why? What made you want to do this?!"
>"Snips and me saw it in a movie. Heh, it was funny."
>...that explains everything
>you look at Flash Sentry with a small smile
"Well that settles it! You're all in big trouble, but at least I know who to give the right punishments to."
>they all gulp at the sound of that
"Then again, I'm... a little busy at the moment. I'm sure Principle Celestia would love to hear about this story as well. Please, allow her to give the proper punishments. you know where her office is."
>they all give a sigh of relief
>if they think Celestia will go easy on them, they will be sadly mistaken
>you just want to relax right now
>giving punishments would mean paperwork
>you want to save that for later
>however... there's still something troubling you
"Before you all go, I do have one last question. Snips?"
>"Y-yes?"
"I saw all three of you get out of Flash Sentry's vehicle. If you were going to prank him like this, why did you two stay in the car with Flash?"
>"Heh heh... well... after we put the glue on, we were going to get out of there, but Flash kinda... came onto the scene a little early, so we—"
>"We hid inside his car so he wouldn't catch us."
>"Hey! That was my line!"
>so you were correct
>they're just idiots
>alright, time to get these students out of here
"Thank you for your cooperation. Celestia may be in her office right now. Tell her secretary that I sent you three. She will make time."
>and with that, the three of them finally left your office, giving you some peace and quiet
>*sigh*
>and here you thought this day would be uneventful
>those two should be expelled from this school
>that might give you peace of mind for once
>still, it was unfortunate for their victim to be guilty of their own crime as well
>oh well
>rules are rules
>now that this was taken care of, now what?
>...
>where did you put that tea packet?


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#164 | No.24118496
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>11:50pm Canterlot Highschool: Fall Formal
>Principal Celestia walks on the podium.
"If I could have your attention please we are about to announce the royalties of the Fall formal. Luna, you have the honors."
>Vice principal Luna steps forward to the microphone carrying three envelopes
>"The one with the third largest amount of votes go to Adagio Dazzle who also wins free parking for the rest of the month"
>There is a hint of disappointment in Adagio's face as she picked up the least appealing prize.
>Luna opens another envelope.
>"The runner up to the Fall Formal queen is Sunset Shimmer." "She also gets a coupon for a free meal at Sugarcube Corner."
>Sunset Shimmer lit up in surprise and humbly took the reward
>Luna opens the last envelope
>"Finally this year's Fall Formal Queen is.. this must be an error.
>The crowd of students look at each other in confusion as they can hear the principal and vice principal argue.
>Then principal Celestia turns on the microphone
"Apologies for the delay. This year's Fall Formal Queen and the winner of a $30 gift card to the movie theater..."
>She pauses as there is a clear expression of being uncomfortable with what she is about to say.
>"Is Anon. Y Moose."
>Everyone turns slack jawed as they see Anon dressed in drag wearing a red dress, fake eyelashes and a beehive wig as flowers are being thrown at him.

>"Lemme tell you, I didn't get this title for nothing. Do you know how many dicks I had to suck to get that gift certificate?"

>While Anon walks through the people, you hear claps and shouts to cheer him while he walks to the stage.
>Behind him is...
>By Celestia's beard, is Flash Sentry being dragged to the stage with Anon?
>A big smile is on his face as he looks at the audience.
>"Thank you, thank you all!" he says as he wipes some tears from his eyes.
>His make up is perfect, glittering in the light, making him look like a dream... damn, Anon.
>"I just want to say, WE DID IT FLASHY, WE DID IT MACARENA!!!"
>He shouts as he hugs Flash and carries him, tossing the flowers to someone.
>In the center of the dance floor, the big red woman that was with Caramel yells a loud "Eeyup!" as she catches the flowers and kiss her couple.
>Macarena, big, red...!
>Big Mac!?
~~~
>Rain pours down the window as you look outside.
>Your name is Anonymous or Anon for short.
>Lately you've been feeling depressed and your girlfriend has been super worried.
>More worried than normal.
>But the crushing thing is that her worry was probably all a ruse.
>You've just gotten home from some innocent snooping.
>You really wish you never followed her out but you did.
>She met up with those two Wonderbolts.
>What's their names... Soarin and Spitfire right?
>Yeah that's them.
>You where wondering why these two celebrities were in Ponyville as you watched them great Dash with friendly smiles.
>But there was more than just friendliness behind their eyes.
>They walked in the most secluded spots, hiding their appearances.
>You followed them utilizing your incredibly effective MGS stealth skills.
>"For some unknown loser, you're pretty good!"
>You remember Soarin "complimenting" you after you caught Dash when she failed a stunt.
>She was so mad and embarrassed about it that she pushed you over and walked off in a huff.
>You weren't supposed to be there anyway and she asked you never to follow her to training.
>You didn't care.
>You loved her.
>And even despite it all, you still do.
>They kissed and touched each other, Dash feeling uncomfortable before eventually relaxing into it.
>Soarin's hands groped her body like you used to and it killed you.
>Part of you wanted to just run towards them and fuck their shit.
>You almost did.
>Until Dash smiled.
>She smiled at the attention.
>She looked happy.
>That was what made you realise.
>This world isn't fair and neither is emotions.
>They walked into the back door of some shitty hotel and you turned and left.
>You knew what was going to happen.
>Walking away, you looked back and saw them near the top story window.
>Soarin was fingering her against the wall, Dash's skirt and shorts pulled down with her shirt uplifted and her cute tits exposed to his other hand.
>Perhaps in another universe, a stronger and more confident Anon put an end to things.
>If only right?
>Spitfire closed the curtain with a smirk, looking around carefully before disappearing behind the red veil.
>You knew what was happening and you walked away.
>She seemed happy.
>Happier than you could make her.
>They fucked together, Soarin and Spitefire both going at it with your girlfriend while you walked away.
>The other members of the weather team who where out and about looked at you confused as you walked home.
>"Yo Anon, is everything okay man?" asked Thunderlane, flying down to you.
"I'm fine dude. Just heading home"
>"Is Rainbow Dash okay dude? I heard she was sick today and took the day off"
>You paused for a very long time.
"Yeah. I hope she gets better man, I really do"
>You looked up at the guy, his wings flapping on the spot as he hovers over you concerned.
>"Are you sure you're okay Anon? You're not catching her sickness too are you?"
"Nah. She ain't giving it to me, you can count on that"
>He snorts, giving you a warm smile.
>"Yeah, you know how to handle her man"
>You smiled back at him and felt a small spark of warmth in your heart.
"You know Thunderlane, despite our differences you're a really awesome guy"
>"Haha, thanks man. You too, dude! I gotta get this storm ready so I'll catch ya later. Oh and tell Dash I said hi, okay?"
"Tell her yourself, fag"
>The two of you shared a laugh and you managed to get home before the downpour.
>Now you sit at your desk, trying to figure out how you write a suicide note.
>First time for everything right?
>You try to laugh but it feels stilted.
>Your heart bounds against your chest painfully and breathing is difficult.
>Somehow you're keeping it together despite being completely broken.
>The Element of Loyalty huh?
>Two things could come from this.
>Either you curse the stupidity of her obviously incorrect element.
>Or you blame yourself more.
>Which one did you choose?
>In this world, it was to blame yourself.
>Of course it was.
>What else could lead someone as loyal as Dash to do something like this?
>You're just not for her.
>It feels like your heart is going to explode, tears beginning to escape from your eyes.
>What do you write?
>A long winded explanation for your actions?
>A message to all of your friends telling them you love them?
>It sounds like the right thing to do but you find yourself far too crippled by your bleeding, aching heart to write more than a few words.
"I love you, Rainbow Dash. I love you so much and I'm sorry."
>Tears smudge the ink as you let go of the pen.
>It's stupid and you don't want to look at it anymore.
>Maybe if you were just a little stronger.
>It's always been hard to be part of her life being such a pushover.
>But you tried your best.
>And now you don't have to try anymore.
>A familiar song sung by one of your friends enters your head.
>"I really am so happy! Your smile fills me with glee! I give a smile, I get a smile and that's so special to me!"
>You hear the sweet voice of your good friend Pinkie Pie and it lets the waterworks run freely.
>A crack of thunder illuminates your room as you pull a revolver out of a drawer.
"Sorry Pinkie. Please don't blame yourself"
>You stand and put on your jacket, heading to one last place.
>One last stop before your departure.
>The rain smacks heavily against your clothes as you walk to that one tree.
>That one tree where the two of you first kissed.
>She'd often nap there during the day and that's where you two would often meet each other.
>You walk knowing exactly where it is.
>The most important place in Ponyville.
>The place where you felt love and happiness truly for the first time.
>Rain hits your face, covering up the tears you are shedding.
>It hurts to breath, to walk, to feel.
>It's like the world's colour is fading from your sight.
>You hear Dash singing Pinkie's song to you.
>Her raspy, cute voice laced with a deep sincerity and care.
>"It's true some days are dark and lonely, and maybe you feel sad! But I'll be there to show you that it isn't all that bad! There's one thing that makes me happy and makes my whole life worthwhile, and that's when I'm with my boyfriend Anon, he always makes me smile!"
>Her rock version of Pinkie's song really was awesome.
>It hurts to hear her voice sing so beautifully and realise that she probably didn't mean any of it.
>Your legs buckle as you hear her voice again.
>"I love you Anon. You're just so awesome and I'm so glad I got to meet you"
>It's all lies right?
>"Here, I got you this rad flame t-shirt! It'll go well with your eyes! Come on man, give me something here!"
>You fall into the mud, eyes completely blinded by your tears.
>Lies?
>She didn't love you?
>It felt so real.
>The joy and passion the two of you shared.
>She meant the world to you.
>She still does.
>But you obviously don't matter.
>Seeing her smile with those two Wonderbolts is what broke you.
>You climb back up, clothing soaked in rain and mud.
>Gritting your teeth, you slowly walk your way over to the tree.
>You recognise it by it stands tall and proud, just like her.
>Walking over to it, you press your face against the tree's rough surface.
>"Please cheer up. It hurts me to see you so sad Anon, is there anything I can do for you?" you hear her voice again.
>Perhaps it really is your fault for being such a crybaby.
>You miss your friends and family.
>Coming here wasn't your choice but you learnt to live with it.
>And meeting her made it all worth it.
>But sometimes the pain is too real.
>"Look at me. We're a team okay and whenever a teammate is feeling down..."
"...we help each other, reach out and strive for success. You can beat this, I know you can..."
>Blinking your tears away, you look up at the sky and let the rain hit your face.
"Was it really fake? Did you never actually care?"
>Sucking in a breath of air and sighing, you begin to climb the tall behemoth.
>Your hands ache and you struggle, wheezing and coughing as you go.
>It's always gotta be a workout Dash, Christ.
>You feel yourself sweating despite how cold it is.
>You're almost there, almost at that one branch where you both fell in love.
>You see yourself sitting next to her, shit scared as she laughs at you.
>She leans her head into your shoulder and you manage to smile despite being terrified.
>"You're really cute when you're scared Anon"
>You see yourself frown but quickly smirk back at her.
"Sucks to be me because you're always cute Dash"
>The two of you went silent at each other's words, looking down red faced.
>You took the initiative and moved closer to her, almost falling off of the tree.
>She grabbed you in time and pulled you close.
>"You're such a dork, dude."
"I know."
>You looked into each others eyes and smiled at each other, lips gently pressing against each other after you both broke the gap.
>The image before you shines like it's actually happening and you reach out for it desperately with your hand.
>Your footing comes loose and you fall backwards.
>It feels like it's all in slow motion and you smile knowing that at least you won't have to shoot yourself.
>You probably couldn't have done it anyway.
>"Come on and smile! Come on and smile!"
>You fall, thinking about how pathetic you are as you hear her sing in your mind.
>She really ruined you huh?
>Guess there's always next time.
>You chuckle as you fall.
>Anon, you know there's no next time.
"You really got me..."
>Your body continues to speed towards the ground.
"...Dashie."
>You finish your descent.
>Meanwhile, several thousand miles away from Ponyville.
>A rainbow haired woman sits at a windowsill, looking out and seeing two shooting stars dashing next to each other across the night sky.
>"Just you wait Anon. I'll be back soon. I hope you don't do anything stupid" she whispers to herself, her voice filled with worry.
>"I'm so worried about you Anon. I think about you all the time and I hope you're ok. I can't believe I got kidnapped! Me!"
>She looks down at a picture of you in her hands, her fingers gently caressing your smiling face.
>"I really hope you're okay. I can't believe I got kidnapped by a bunch of changlings! It was some serious Daring Do shit escaping, dude.”
>She sighs and continues to stare longingly at your picture.
>"I can't wait to see you again. My wings are completely useless right now but I'll get home soon so just hang on!"
>"Just hang on!" the real Rainbow Dash's voice echoes throughout the land magically, travelling several miles at great speeds before reaching it's truly desired location.
>A body underneath a tree, soaked by the rain.
>The voice sounds as if it needs a response.
>But it gets none.
>"Just hang on."
>End.


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>The smell of sweat, dirt, and blood lingered through the air as the loud roaring of The Pit's crowd rung through your ears
>You held your fists up as you and your opponent circled each other, shirtless, scratched up, and waiting for just the right time to strike
>A few red marks and bruises spotted your body, but you held yourself back to time your hits correctly
>It was no surprise to the crowd, you were known to hold back only to release some of the most fiercest punches and kicks
>Your opponent, Norman, didn't like to keep his guard up it seemed
>But his body language just bled determination, and what he lacked in defense, he kept up in brutal take-downs and grapples
>Now after taking a few good knocks and cuts to the head from you, Norman wasn't fucking around anymore
>Getting up close and reckless would mean that he could possibly catch you in an arm lock or choke hold
>You once saw him completely snap a dudes bone in a simple arm bar with barely any resistance
>He's been getting a few close calls to you but not close enough, the long red marks on your body signal where Norman has tried and failed to grab you
>Norman wiped his forehead with his arm and flung it towards the arena walls, leaving a small loose splatter of blood
>At first, The Pit's plywood walls covered in blood made you hesitant to even step in there
>But after a few fights in the ring it gave you a sense of accomplishment to know that none of that blood was yours
>The cheering audience of students standing above The Pit also gave you a good boost in confidence
>Two voices stuck out from the crowd, you recognize them to be none other than Applejack and Rainbow Dash
>Along with being fighters themselves, both of them decided to coach you
>"C'MON ANON, GIT 'IM!"
>"FUCK YEAH ANON, YOU CAN DO IT! FUCK HIM UP!"
youtube.com/watch?v=lXcBBRsbnZs
>Well that's all the motivation you need
>Deciding that you've spent enough time standing back and taking few hits, you close the distance between each other
>Norman notices and mirrors you, meeting you half way
>You see an opening on Normans left side just under his elbow
>As you swing your arm though, He quickly leans in to take the blow and throw one himself, aiming straight for your head
>You strafe to the left, narrowly avoiding his extended arm and giving a counter of your own by slamming your elbow to the side of his head
>It staggered the shit out of him and he nearly loses his balance, but somehow he manages to recover
>It was his turn to attack by throwing some leg kicks in which you easily block by lifting your leg in defense
>Suddenly a wayward left hook caught you by surprise to the head, the knock shook you just enough not to notice Norman getting closer
>Quickly coming to your senses, you see Norman's hands reaching for your head to put you in a Thai Clinch
>You successfully throw your head down to avoid his grip, thanking [INSERT DEITY HERE] he didn't think to knee you straight in the head
>A quick shove manages to push Norman back a bit giving you some space to bring yourself back up
>But wasting no time he comes back full force
>With a recoiled right fist, Norman charges you
>It was a stupid move on his part, but you can tell he just wanted this fight to end with you on the floor
>You shouldn't let your opponent read your move so easily, faggot
>A swift straight kick to the gut stops him in his tracks
>You can see the pain in his eyes, along with the fact that he was absolutely fucked
>The kick exposed his face as his arms held his stomach
>You bend down slightly, and spring yourself up delivering an absolutely brutal uppercut to his chin
>The knock recoils him back completely disoriented, and you seize the opportunity
>It's about time you end this, so you grab Norman's shoulders and pull him close to you
>You bring your knee up and connect with his stomach and sides repeatedly, knocking whatever wind left out of him
>To end it all, you back up a bit from him and grab his arm, pulling it harshly towards you
>Norman vaults over your back and lands with a satisfactory thud confirming his landing
>He wasn't getting up anytime soon from that
>You turn to look back behind you and see him on the ground clutching his sides and moaning, signalling the end of the fight
>As you stand and watch as Norman is helped lifted up and walked away by some of his friends, Your two best friends/coaches hold your hands up high
>The crowd of students scream and chant your name
>You are Anon, and welcome to the world of Canterlot High Underground Fight Club


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#162 | No.23928719
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>"Huh, Anon just sent me a—"
>*THUD*
>"TWIIILIIIGHT!!"
>"Oh, hey Rarity! Ya know, you didn't have to shout so loudly."
>"Tw... Twilight! Just what did he do to you?! Th-th-that... brute!"
>"What are you talking about?"
>"Oh yeah, Anon asked me to come over for a photo shoot yesterday. What do you think?"
>...
>"Rarity? You okay? You look pale. Well, more than you usually do. Is something wrong?"
>"Twilight...? Could... could we talk?"
>"We're talking now, aren't we?"
>"Somewhere... more private, perhaps?"
>"Oh! Sure."
>"Twilight, I'm going to need you to listen carefully to me, do you understand?"
>"Uh, okay?"
>"NEVER, under ANY circumstances, allow yourself to undress in front of a boy. Please."
>"What? Why not?"
>"For starters, It's incredibly unladylike! Secondly, do you really have no understanding over this matter? Do I really need to explain this to you?"
>"Uh, I don't follow... back in Equestria, we didn't really need to wear clothes. They're just fashion accessories more than anything. 'Symbols of status', as the Princess would put it."
>"Twilight, you must understand that your form had changed since you passed through that mirror, correct?"
>"Yeah, I know. I just don't really get why we need to wear clothes here. Even without my coat and to have bare skin, it's pretty warm this time of year. I just don't see the problem here."
>...
>"...Twilight? Have you ever been told about 'the birds and the bees'?"
>"Oh, sure. Princess Celestia gave me a lecture or two about it during my studies in Canterlot. I'm personally not interested in entering a loving relationship just yet, but sometimes a mare has needs."
>"Ew, Twilight!"
>"What? The other you was fine about discussing this stuff on our spa trips."
>"Agh... really?"
>"Sure! She would spend most of our time together discussing some young, strapping stallion she'd seen on the cover of one of her magazines. She was really in to that sort of stuff."
>"Jesus, have mercy on my soul."
>"What was that?"
>"Nothing, dear! I just... really? Is this... just how it is for you?"
>"Yes."
>"Eeeeegh..."
>...
>"That really is a nice photo of me. Never really knew I could be captured so wonderfully at that angle!"


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>It stopped raining while you were inside.
>You were a bit disappointed, but it’s probably for the best.
>Don’t want to end up like Dash after all.
>You begin to jog in the direction of the park, savoring the sensations of everything going on around you.
>You feel the shock of your feet pounding the pavement.
>Feel the light, cool touch of the still humid air.
>Hear the dripping of the leftover rain droplets falling from leaf to leaf before finally meeting their end on the ground
>Smell the earthy odor permeating the air.
>See the park ahead, greener than usual.
>Also less populated than usual, which is good for you.
>You begin your first lap around when you see HER again.
>There she is, her powerful legs pumping, propelling her forward at high speed.
>She’s wet, either from sweat, rain, or a mixture of the two.
>Her golden hair flowed behind her, braided up in that style she always wore.
>She’s heading this way, though she hasn’t seen you yet.
>Oh wait, she’s seen you.
>With those beautiful, beautiful eyes of hers.
>How have you never seen those before?
>They’re that same color as the hair that flows from her head.
>Are you staring?
>Don’t stare
>Don’t stare
>You’re still staring.
>“Hey.”
>Oh shit, she snuck up on you.
>What do you do?
>Play it cool.
“Hey.”
>Yeah, that’s cool.
>“Where’s Rainbow Dash? She’s usually with you, isn’t she?”
“Eh, she’s home, sick.”
>“What a shame.”
>There’s that sarcasm you’re so used to.
>“Going for a good run I see. I bet you could use a running partner.”
“Whelp, I better get— wait, what?”
>”Well, it’s usually better to run with a partner than by yourself, so why not?”
“Uh, sure, let’s go.”
>The two of you start to jog.
>That’s weird.
>Where’s the usual bitchiness?
>Why isn’t she insulting you?
>Moreover, why did you accept?
>The two of you continue on, the only noises being that of the patter of your shoes on concrete and rhythmic breathing.
>It’s nice, just going out to run with someone.
>If it was Dash, she’d be pushing you into doing HIIT, and you ain’t with that, especially not on a day like this.
>You are on your fourth lap around when Dust signals you to stop.
>”Let’s take a little break. You look a little winded.”
“What are you *huff* talking about? I can go *puff* for longer than thi-“
>You start hacking and coughing.
>Maybe she’s right.
>A short break won’t hurt.
>Probably.
>The two of you find a bench to sit on.
>”So... Anon. How have you been doing?
“Fine. You?”
>”Oh, um, could be doing better, but certainly not bad. Do you usually go out for runs like this?”
“Not usually. Today seemed like a good day for it, and running with Dash usually doesn’t turn out good.”
>”Oh? I never would have guessed.”
>The two of you sit silently for a while longer before Dust gets up and dusts(lol) herself off.
>"Well, I guess we've rested for long enough, why don't we get going?"
>You get up and follow, passing the rest of your run in silence.
>You guess she's not too bad.


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(Another heavily edited one, tried to make something cohere and grounded out of this one, but the story and concept is still really far-fetched and bizarrely put together.)
”But Adagio, he's so sweet, I can't... Please don't...”
>Sonata felt her friend’s hand force her to take the letter
>“Don't tell me you actually like him. He’s such a loser, Sonata.”
>Feeling her glaring eyes, Sonata looks down at her feet
”Of course not... it's just...”
>“Oh, I’m insinuating anything. I’m sure you can get with someone like him. Now, do it.”
>Adagio pushes Sonata into Anon as he passes by
>Sonata shoves the letter into his hands and bolts down the hallway
>...
>"Hey Anon, we've been friends for a long time, but I'd like to become more than friends. Will you be my boyfriend?"
>”P.S. April Fools! Hehe, just kidding! Did you actually I was interested in you? Someone like you? No way in hell! So why did I even bother talking to you, you ask? Isn't that obvious? You were an easy target, the new transfer kid. You wanted to be such a good, kindhearted little Samaritan. You didn't bother listening to the warnings and rumors about what those three girls did last year. You were going to be the bigger, better man and look at everybody without prejudice. Sorry, but maybe you should've listened to everyone's advice. Everything you heard was true, every last thing. This isn't exactly a normal school, you know? Actually, you probably didn't. We don't really have a use for you anymore, but we still wanna give you one last thank you for all the work you've done last year. Have a nice life! XOXO ~The Dazzlings <3”
>The silence on the top of the roof is deafening
>Anon looks up and realizes Sonata is long gone
>Anon looks everywhere, searching the crowd of students below
>She wasn't there
>Of course
>But he won't let her get away without letting his message be heard
>He had nothing to lose anymore
>"Sonata, you were the only girl, the only one I ever felt close to!” he yelled out to the crowd. "You couldn't even let the fantasy exist, you had to crush everything."
>He falls down to his knees
>"But you were just like the rest of them, weren’t you? You were never any different."
>He looks down at the asphalt below him
>He took that last step hurling himself to the ground below
>Just then, he thought he saw Sonata looking out to him in the crowd, stretching her arms toward her
>He reaches out to her before he falls to the ground
>...
>She felt like puking but she couldn't turn away from the limp body
>"Wow, what a bloodthirsty little girl!” Adagio laughs and pats Sonata in the back "I don't think even I could have done that.”
>...
>Students whisper behind her back but she doesn't hear anything
>School passed by quickly but Sonata didn't even realize
>She wasn't even sure how she got home
>She crashes on her bed
>...
>But soon she returns to school the next day, alone...
>...But no, someone is there with her
>"Hey, Sonata!”
>She turn to the familiar to see to see that someone's there, Anon.
>He laughs at her.
>"You alright there, Sonata? You look like you just saw a ghost.”
"Anon, you’re dead,” she blurts out looking at him. “I-I saw you die."
>She tries to touch him, expecting it to pass right through his body.
>Instead, Anon grabs ahold of her hand, "Huh? Why would you care if I died or not?"
>"Anon, I... I’m so sorry. It, it was a stupid little joke...”
>She’s in shock, but relieved to see him alive.
>Anon laughs again, harder this time.
>"Oh! Oh, I get it now! Man, do I feel like an big drama queen right about now. Sorry about all of that yesterday, Sonata."
>He grabs her hand tighter.
>"So if I asked you out, would you..."
"Yes.”
>"Seriously?! No way! Sonata, please just do one thing for me then," he says, leaning in to kiss her cheek
"...Yes?”
>"I need you to wake up."
>...
>"Wake up!"
>"Yes, Miss Sonata, though I do understand how the assembly can be boring, but I would like you to stay awake. Especially you of all people after what just happened."
>Sonata looks up.
"What?"
>She blurts out as the class's eyes narrow on her, the anger and resentment burning into her.
>"Your murder. You are an idiot, are you?" Aria laughs, flicking a rubber-band at her. “Not even half a hour passes and you forget him. You should be lucky the cops haven't gotten to you yet."
"No, he's alive... I just saw him."
>"The paramedics right outside would argue otherwise, you idiot."
>Someone had to believe her
>"Sonata, you may be a moron but at least you got the Siren's instinct" Adagio chimes in.
"I-I didn't do it on purpose," she uselessly argued
>It wasn't just a dream then
>Sonata couldn't make heads or tails of the situation. Anon's last moments and the dream still fresh in her mind, it was hard for her to know what was real
>"If it's that bad, then just take one of these," Adagio whispers as she slips Sonata a bottle of pills. "Don't forget."
>Of course she couldn't, she can't disobey her
>The other students all take their leave as the final bell stops ringing.
>...
>"Wake up, sleepy head."
>Anon gently rocks her until she open her eyes
>"Anon is still here for his princess."
>She rubs her eyes and stares at him for a moment
"B-but, but... I... you aren't real..."
>He puts a finger up to her mouth
>"Of course I am, I just couldn't be seen yet. You didn't kill me..."
>As they kiss, the scene changes. He is now walking with her through Equestria
>"Maybe you'd feel more relaxed at home. I listened to your songs, you miss this place, right?"
"It's... it's amazing. I forgot how beautiful it was."
>She is speechless
>she wants to be close to Anon
>"Maybe we can even ask Princess Celestia to wed us while we're here. How about it?"
>He lightly punches her arm and stars to run
>His suggestion left her speechless, but soon she shakes out of it
>As he's sprinting, Anon transforms into a handsome young stallion
>Laughing, Sonata does the same, enjoying their new game of chase
>He turns around and tackles her to the ground, both of them humans again
>"I could give you all of this, I promise... just do one little thing for me."
"I would do anything... do you really want to marry me, Anon?"
>She smiles as she looks up at him
>"No. I just want you to wake up. Please, wake up."
"But... but I am awake, aren't I?"
>...
>"Wake up, Missy, I have a classroom to clean."
>Janitor Discord violently shakes her, waking her up
>"Little Miss, it's nearly 9 at night, school let out hours ago."
>He puts his hand to his breaded chin in contemplation
>"Oh, I see. You stayed because you wanted to help the whole school's buddy Discord the Janitor, right?"
>He pulls out a maid outfit from out behind his back and tosses it to her
>"I bought it a while ago but it wasn't my size. Now get dressed and help."
>...
>Cleaning the school, she silently keeps to her self, ignoring Discord's antics
>"Little Miss Darling Sonata, is something the matter with you? I can't have my assistants falling behind in their work now."
>She looks away, trying to hide her tears
"I don't what's real anymore..."
>Discord touches a multicolored, stitched-up hanky out to her eyes
>"Hmm, a strange thing to spring on someone you barely know all of a sudden, but I think I can understand where you're coming from. Perhaps nothing is real, after all."
>He shrugs nonchalantly at the unresponsive girl
>"Let's try something, a little therapy session, if you will. First of all, when are you the most happy?" he asks while jotting away in a small notepad.
>She sighs and wipes her eyes
"I'm only happy when I am with Anon."
>Discord snaps his fingers and looks up with a bright expression on his face
>"Ah! I've got it! What you need to do is to wake up."
"W-what?"
>...
>"What a week," the arrogant Dazzling says with a laugh. "So, are you going to allowed to leave your cell to attend the funeral service for your boyfriend?"
"...Funeral?"
>Maybe if she can see the body...
"Um, yeah. I think I will."
>"Wonderful! We'll all see you there!" Adagio says, clapping her hands together
>Sonata mutters something under her breath
>...
>"Oh Sonata, I keep trying to tell you that he's not alive anymore!"
"...Maybe he's really gone," she whispers to herself and turns away from the casket, as if this is what would save her sanity
>The funeral is filled; though Anon was a bit of a misfit, his death had caused him to be loved by everyone, even if for a fleeting moment
>"So you did come, you murderer," an angry Sunset Shimmer snarled, lacing every word with venom as she stares into Sonata's eyes. "I thought you change, but you... you're a monster."
“No, please, you don't understand!”
>She whimpers on the edge of tears, which Sunset ignores
>Fists trembling with hate as she leaves to takes her seat, Sunset stifles the words she wanted to say, leaving Sonata to herself
>Sonata shakes as she approaches the casket
>It's wide open
>Anon seems so still and at peace, but at the same time, he was softly breathing.
>He sits up and comically yawns, throwing his arms over his head
>“Hey baby, how've ya been?"
>Anon kisses her on the cheek.
>"See, I knew it."
>Sonata helps Anon out of the casket
>She wasn't crazy
>"You believed I'm alive, so I'm alive again. Come on, shouldn't you know this by now?"
>She held him tight
"Of course I knew, please... marry me."
>Blinking again, she finds herself in front of Princess Celestia, both of them ponies again.
>Anon is so handsome in his suit
>You nuzzle him as Celestia goes over your vows
"I do," Sonata smiles, joining their lips
>"Obviously, I do too," Anon says. "But you just have to do promise me one thing first."
>She pushes him away in terror
>"No please, don't say it. I am awake... and I can't lose you"
>She pleads with the image of Anon
>"Wake up. Please, you have to wake up."
>...
>The crowd is quite, all of their eyes trained on Sonata on her knees, cradling the corpse in her arms
"He... he's alive, right?"
>Sonata pleads, trying to make herself believe it as well
"We got married! I love him!" she yells to the incredulous crowd of people
>Their stares turn to glares that cut through her
>"Get out of here."
>People begin screaming at her as the room erupts into jeers and curses
"I'm so sorry..."
>She cries running out the door
>Not stopping till she was in the middle of the road, hoping someone would run her over
"Do it now... I can't take anymore of this."
>Dropping to her knees, she buries her face in her arms, unaware of the police car that stopped by the road
>"You think it's a runaway?"
>The cops help her into the back of the squad car
>"Don't worry, we'll get you somewhere to stay tonight."
"...Let me see Anon."
>"Here, take this, Miss. It'll help you relax."
>She complies and swallows whatever it was they handed her, she looks up and softly smiles at the faces of the Royal Guards.
"Officers, are you certain that Princess Celestia can help me?"
>She is riding through Canterlot in a beautiful golden carriage
>"Yes Ma'am, we're sure of it. In fact, Her Majesty is proud of you for resisting the other Sirens' influence."
"And Anon?"
>"Don't you know? He's waiting for you at the castle entrance. He can't believe you just ran out like that after the wedding, but I'm sure he'll understand if you explain it to him."
>She let out a sigh of relief
>"We just need your proof of identity, place your hoof here, please."
>"Miss? Hello? Pay attention. I said your right thumb here, young woman."
>She wakes up again
>Or did she fall asleep again?
"Get away from me!"
>She gets up and tries to leave the grey room
"I'm a pony, not a human! I NEED TO SEE CELESTIA, I NEED TO SEE ANON!"
>A sudden shock overwhelms her body as the world begins to fade away
>...
>"Taking a little nap there, sweetie?"
>Anon helps her out of the carriage
>"I just wanted to tell you that I love you."
"I love you too, I love you so much... I can't stay awake with you. I... the other world is so scary."
>He holds her hoof in his and smiles
>"Maybe Celestia can help us."
"Yes, Celestia."
>"Sonata, wake up" Princess Celestia commands, appearing suddenly in front of the couple.
"No, not again!"
>She tries to get away.
>"Sonata, please, what's wrong?" a tired, messy-haired Principal Celestia asks.
"No! Stay away from me!"
>She sits up from the chair and backs up against the cold, hard wall of the cell
>Celestia tries to approach her with a warm demeanor 
>"Sonata, I understand how hard it is. I know you didn't mean to kill Anonymous."
"He's alive! This world... it's all a fake! I am a pony! LET ME WAKE UP!" she shouts, stepping closer and closer toward the frightened principal
>Celestia flinches at her words, a pained expression on her face
>Turning to the window, she says, "Let me out, officers. I don't think I can give her the help she needs."
>"You sure? You were in there for a whole hour, why quit now?" the officer says, rustling with the keys
>Sonata slinks back down in her seat, feeling the world slip away once away
>The metal door creaks open as Celestia begins to leave
>A between view of Canterlot from up above on the castle roof begins to overtake her vision, slowly painting the cell wall with bright colors...
>...That is until her eyes land on it
>She's suddenly snapped out of her trance as an idea comes to her mind
>How she can finally keep her promise to Anon
>Sonata rises from her seat and tackles the officer to the ground, ripping the handgun out of his holster
>She presses the gun to her head
>"Sonata! No!"
>Princess Celestia and Anonymous give her an encouraging smile from behind the distressed woman.
"...I'm going to wake up... or go to sleep... I'm not sure which anymore."
>A peaceful smile crosses her face
>She cocks the gun and a loud, ringing explosion rocks the station


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>The turbulent ocean waves show no signs of mercy in the face of the front of your heavily swaying ship.
>Remaining on your feet is proving to be nothing short of a challenging task, especially with the water washing across the wooden deck.
>But through the thick rain, you spot what appears to be a cluster of large rocks jutting out of the rough waters.
>On one of the rocks, there seem to be three glowing red lights, the source of which is unclear.
>"Captain!" your skipper reports to you. "We've got company!"
>However, you know that you and your crew are in more trouble than you first realized when the chilling sounds of hypnotic voices cut through the stormy air and into your ears. The entire crew freezes in shock upon hearing this.
"We must change course immediately!" you order. "Man the sails and cover your ears!"
>But everyone is already standing as still as they can.
>They have already fallen victim to the spell.
>Lightning flashes overhead as you try to come up with a plan.
>Neigh-hay, my dick rises! Early in the morning!
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"D-Drunken shailor Anon, rep-reporting fer dooty *hic* cap'in!"
>"I'm not your captain."
"W-Waaaaitaminute, y-you're *hic* not, not my keppin..."
>"That's what I just said, numbskull."
"Oh. Shooo... rye— right, sht-shtill in the tavern... Ayyyy, an-another beer for me, would'ja, bar-wensh?"
>*Slap!*
"Oww. Wush, wush was that fer?"
>"I am not a bar wench."
"...Lady o' the *hic* eve'nin?"
>*SLAP!*
"Owww..."
>"Ugh, of all the sailors in the sea, why did I have to get stuck with the one idiot who isn't affected by my singing?!"
"Ish called Hennessy, lass."
>*Slap!*
"OWW, motherfu—"
>"W-What language to use in front of a lady!"
>Startled, you slip on the rocky surface and hit your ass and head on the ledge
>Bloody hell, if this is her way of sobering you up she's sure as shit doing a fine damn job of it
>True to your occupation, the pain has you swearing like a sailor
>And the alcohol makes you rather creative in regards
>Uh, huh, she sure looks cute with her face blushing red as tomato like that
>"D-D-Dirty human— DOG!"
>With another slap, you find yourself face down in the salty, cold seawater
>Welp, now you're awake
>Spluttering, you cough up the offending blue and get to your knees just in time to see her walking indignantly away
>You suppose its time to knock the crap and get your bearings to take stock of where you are
>Wasting no time, you stumble after her over the dune lest you lose yourself to uncharted territory
"O-Oy, miss, wait!"
>Last you remembered, you were in the brig for calling the captain's waifu a shit
>Then a tidal wave hit, the boat tipped like one of your mates after one too many ales, and then...
>Everything's fuzzy after that
>'Cept waking up to an angry girl dressed like one of them belly dancers
>What was it, Spain? You're never too sober to remember where you've been
>You like it better that way
>"Don't follow me!"
>You can't accept those orders
>After all, she said it herself
>She is in fact, not your captain
>A large cave looms overhead as you hop and trip from patch of sand to puddle, your feet still shaky from being on land after so long
>Staring up at the rocky stalagmites, you let out a low whistle at just how deep and far this hole in the earth goes
"Where'n the seven seas am I?"

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>You and Rainbow Dash tightly grip each other's hands
>Just some friendly competition she says...
>No hard feelings
>What a load of bull
>She beats you in most of the competitions, running, pull ups, etc etc
>And then she gives you all kinds of shit when she won
>But when you win, she would always accuse you of cheating or that you got lucky and would demand a rematch
>So you chose arm wrestling as the next competition
>She continues to struggle to even move your arm
>You cock an eyebrow up as you look at her
"What's the matter? Am I too much for you?"
>Her face continues to get slightly redder as she strains to get your arm to budge
>You yawn as you push back, and slam her hand into the table as hard as you can
>Her grip quickly loosens as you do so
>"Ouch! What the hell, man?"
>You tilt your head slightly
"What?"
>She shakes her head while rubbing her hand
>"Nevermind... I want a rematch! Unless you're scared that I'll beat you."
>You continue to smile at her
"Sure thing. But if you lose this time, you have to arm wrestle me as many times as I want."
>She furrows her brow as she grips your larger hand
>"Fine, but you won't win this time."
>After faking struggling and playing with her, you once again slam her hand right into the table
>"Jeez, Anon, do you really have to do that every time you win?"
"Maybe... one more time."
>She rubs the back of her hand again
>Once again, she grabs yours
>Now her hand is fairly bruised
>Why are you doing this?
>Long story short, she pulled a cruel and humiliating prank on you last week
>...You ended up stuck in a cage wearing a maid's costume
"Ready... go!"
>She glares at you the whole time as you effortlessly stop her hand
>You grip her hand tighter and once again, slam it into the surface of the table
>"Ow! What the hell is your problem?"
>You raise your hand up again
"Oh... no real reason."
>You observe her hand, the bruising is even worse, now
"One more time."
>She slowly brings her hand up to yours and grips it slightly lighter
"Ready... go!"
>You push against her hand again, her face continues to grow redder
>She seems to be sweating somewhat, now
>Can't help but feel bad for this, even though she did pull that awful prank on you...
>Once again, you slam her hand into the table top
>She quickly brings her hand back, inspecting the back of it
"One more time."
>You put your hand out again
>She looks to her right hand, the one she's been using the whole time, then to her left
"I wouldn't switch hands if I were you, I'm left handed, after all."
>She goes back to glaring at you as she puts her right back out
>"Seriously, fuck you..."
>You smile back to her
"Ready... go!"
>You'll stop this when she either apologizes for what she did, or if you break her hand
>Or if she breaks into tears or something...
>You can feel bad for her later
>This time, you let her think that she might be able to win
>You slightly relax your arm, allowing for her to push your hand back somewhat
>She's not really smiling anymore, and she's starting to sweat more
>In fact, she looks incredibly determined
>You push back and quickly slam her hand into the table again
>She yells out
>"Ouch! What the hell is your problem?"
>You can see some redness on her hand, now
>A few more matches and her hand ought to start bleeding
>You put your hand out again
"One more time."
>She reluctantly grasps yours once again
>Now her grip is somewhat shaky
>"Why don't you answer me? What did I do to you?"
>Did she seriously forget?
"You mean you don't remember trapping me in that cage?"
>She ponders for a moment
>"Well..."
"Listen, this is what happened, Pinkie shows up and tells me that I can only eat if I wear a maid's outfit and do whatever she says. Now, I refuse of course, so she leaves."
>Rainbow Dash suddenly seems shocked
>"What? I just heard you got into a fight with her..."
"Don't get ahead of me. So, after a day or so in her fucking basement, I finally agree to strip down and put on a tiny maid's outfit."
>Her eyes widen
>"Seriously?"
"Yes, and I was pretty much naked aside from the dress and shirt. So, she finally gives me a sandwich that I instantly ate. Then after that, she starts taking her clothes off."
>She raises her eyebrows
>"So far, it doesn't sound that bad."
"Oh please, you want to know what happens next? She says that I can only leave if... okay, I quote, 'act like a little lesbian virgin'."
>You release your hand and bring it back to your head and brush your fingers through your hair
>Rainbow Dash gets a small smirk on her face
>"And then..?"
>Oh, now she's curious?
>You roll your eyes
"What do you think? I was desperate at that point, so I agreed... and she dominated me."
>You look away, trying to ignore the blush obviously forming on your face
>She snickers a bit
>"And then?"
"When she finally let me out and all that, I smashed my fists into her face a few times and stormed out after finding my clothes."
>She raises her eyebrows back up
>"Oh, that's why she had two black eyes and a broken nose..."
"Yeah, now you know the story, and all I want is an apology."
>She scratches her head with her left hand
>"Well, she just told me that she was gonna do something funny if I got you down there.... sorry I did that."
>You smile a bit and put your hand back out
"Well, how about one more game?"
>She narrows her eyebrows again
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you this time."
>Slowly, she grasps your hand with her right
>This time, you let her win effortlessly
>And quickly pull towards yourself and kiss her
>She pushes you back as hard as she can and begins wiping her mouth and spitting
>Rainbow blushes while glaring at you
>"Ugh! What the hell?!"
>You lean back in your chair
"I've wanted to do that for a while, now. That's for saying sorry, and for me telling you about how... Pinkie dominated me in a maid's outfit."
>She rolls her eyes
>"Whatever. So you beat me in arm wrestling, big deal."


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"What a bitch."
>Dash nods in agreement with your statement.
>Across the street, Lightning Dust is going for a jog in the park.
>She isn't doing anything particularly malicious, but with Dust you never could tell.
>Both you and Dash have had run-ins with her that have bordered on violent physical disputes, Dash especially.
>The two of you continue to glare in Dust's direction as she finishes another lap and slows to a walk.
>Her exposed abs glisten with the sweat of nearly an hour's worth of running.
>Rivulets of salty perspiration run down her muscular neck to her top, there to disappear in the absorbent fabric.
>Despite her incredibly off putting personality, you've never denied that she was and is an incredibly attractive girl.
>She would definitely give Dash a run for her money, something the rainbow haired girl didn't fail to notice.
>"Come on Anon, let's get out of here. I've had more than enough of her for today.
>She gets up from her seat and walks over to yours, grabbing your hand to pull you up as well.
>Dash has already turned the corner, eager to put some distance between herself and her rival.
>As you walk away from the outdoor café where you and Dash were, you steal one last glance at Dust.
>She's looking straight at you.
>But there's none of the familiar hostility.
>Just a look of curiosity that, on her face, looks out of place.
>It's a look that stops you in your tracks.
>You look at her.
>She looks at you.
>...
>You continue to look at her.
>And... she continues to look at you, that curious look still on her face.
>You have to admit, she's pretty when her face isn't contorted into her usual sneer or scowl.
>"ANON!"
>Dash's voice startles you.
>Quickly turning towards her, you see that she's got an annoyed expression.
>"Are you just going to stand there like some idiot? I said LET'S GO."
>She starts to yank on your arm (damn she's strong).
>You glance back towards where Dust was.
>Seems she's gone back to her run.
>As Dash is dragging you along, you wonder what it was that makes you and Dust enemies.
>Or is it rivals?
>Whatever.
>Thinking over it now, you always seem to be around Dash whenever Lightning Dust is around.
>And Dash tends to become extremely short tempered whenever Dust shows her face, which makes for rather heated exchanges.
>Maybe Dust isn't as bad you thought, and you just always get caught up in her and Dash's confrontations.
>Who knows, you aren't about to waste your precious time trying to get to know the girl, you have more important things to do.
>Like going to the theaters with Dash and watching that awesome new movie out.
>Well, awesome is the word that Dash used to describe it.
>She's into explosions and over the top action.
>Perhaps a little TOO into them.
>...
>A week passes.
>Dash is sick so she can't leave her house.
>You've been there to see her, but you can't hang around there forever.
>The way she talks about it you'd think she'd die without you there with her.
>But you know her better than that.
>"Come on, Anon! Don't leave me here alone!"
"Sorry Dash, but I can't stay here all day. I have things to do other than sit around shooting the shit with you, as tempting as that may sound."
>Despite the Rainbow's protests, you leave with the promise that you'll stop by later on.
>Walking back to your house, you realize that this is the first time that you've had this much free time without having Dash breathing down your neck.
>Yes, that's right.
>You lied to Dash, you actually had jack shit to do right now.
>As good of a friend she may be, the girl didn't seem to know the definitions of "me time" or "personal space."
>You usually wouldn't mind that, Dash being a hot girl and all, but she tested your patience in ways you had never thought of before.
>She seemed almost possessive of you, always at your side, always wanting to hang out, and texting and calling you when she wasn't.
>She didn't seem to like it when you hung out with other people, though she's never said anything about it directly.
>She was like your creepy, obsessive girlfriend, if you had a girlfriend.
>And Dash definitely wasn't your girlfriend (well, she's a girl and she's your friend, but that's beside the point).
>And you're fairly sure neither of you is into the other like that.
>Anyway, now would be a great time to do something on your own.
>Like running! Yeah, that's a great idea!
>The feel of the wind on your face, your feet pounding the ground, the light drizzle prickling you skin.
>You quickly enter your house and change into your running clothes before running back out.
>To the park!


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>As you stood there in the doorway
>Undressing you with her eyes
>You stood there... looking at such beauty
>You think to yourself
"My... what a magnificent creature God has send upon me..."
>The eyes of a Goddess
>That silky smooth hair
>And that fine fabric she is wearing and behind it... the soft smoothness treasure gift awaiting for you to unveil
>The beauty walks to you
>You lean close to hear
>She whispers into your ear
"Yes... My love?~"
>"Wot are you waitn for ya stupid soft twat? Git yer kex off"
"My pleasure, m'lady..."
>Just as you are about to make your move...
>A loud noise blasts through the walls
>WUB WUB WUUUUB WUB WUB
>Vinyl fucking Scratch and her shitty ass music interrupts
>Angered, your beautiful mating partner marches into the other room
>Her voice can be hear through the music
>"OI VOINAL OI!"
>The music suddenly gets cut off
>"Oh, 'sup, Tavi?"
>"DON'T SOP ME YOU STUPID RUNT, I WAS ABOUT TO GET ME BUM DONE"
>"Well, what's stopping you?"
>"YOU ARE WITH DAT FOKIN FING YOU CALL MUSIC"
>This fighting is amusing you
>Soon you are interrupted by an alert from your watch
>It's from the Tachikoma
>"Look out! Flash sent his mafia to assault the apartment you're in!"
"What?! Of all the time to do tha— UGH..."
>The two girls fighting overheard your grunt and rushed over
>"Wots wrong, mate?"
>Steps coming from below grow louder
"You two, into the bathroom... now!"
>"What are you talking about dude?"
>Bullets fly through the walls and the girls rush into the bathroom
"Tachikoma, now!"
>The spider-like tank tosses a LMG through the window
>Locked and loaded, you rush to the stairs and rain lead
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>Bodies drop one by one
"Fear the pink mist!"
>You feel like Rambo but in a cyborg body
>The remaining crew flee off but not until you pop their tires and enjoy their struggle to control their vehicles
>"Major! You're alright!" your personal Tachikoma rolls by, nervously flailing her Gatling guns arms
"Yeah no shit, but what was that all about anyway?"
>"Well, remember when you told me 'no detours'...?"
"Yes...?"
>"...I kinda stumble upon Flash with some mysterious man in a coat and they KINDA saw me."
"...Ya'know, I'm not even surprised you disobey my orders anymore."
>"I'm sorry, Major!" the tank lowers it's head in shame
"Sigh, nevermind that, you're lucky I made you my personal Tachikoma. Anybody would've had you be dismembered and replaced by now."
>The Tachikoma sighs in relief
"So, man in a coat... I hope it's not another of those 'Stand Alone Complex' Kusanagi calls it..."
>Tachikoma scratches her head in confusion
>"What's a 'Stand Alone Complex'?"
"Too much to explain... hell even I don't understand it but it was quite the event for Section 9, even before Kusanagi recruited me."
>"Huh, speaking of the original Major, where is she?"
"Probably having lesbo cybersex. That woman loves to chill while I'm filling her role because of our similar ranks. What a pain..."
>...
"Anyway, you oughta report back now, the old man will need to know this."
>"What will you do, Major?"
"Unfinished personal stuff..."
>"Ohhh, you ARE taking after the real Major!"
>You can just picture a shit-eating grin on that sphere head on that tank
"Oh fuck you, that's not what I'm doing..."
>You hated when you get compared to the original Major
>The two girls poke their heads out
>"Oi Anon, are you olri- Oi! THA BLOODY ELL IS DIS?!"
"Whoa dude, what happened he— OH, WHAT IS THAT?"
>Both completely shocked at the sight of your spider-like tank
"Really... dead bodies, bullet-holes strewn across your apartment, and of all things, what you're shocked about is my Tachikoma?"
>The Tachikoma scans the two half-naked women from head to toe and turns to you
"Don't give me that look."
>She makes an annoying chuckle proving point
"Just go!" you stomp on one foot, angry and slightly humiliated
>"Heheheh, sure thing, Major! Take your time!" she says as she rolls away
>"What was that thing?" the DJ girls asks
"Nevermind it... I need to hit the bong, we'll bang okay?"
~~~
>A calming and cool breeze blows against your face as you look at the dark expanse of ocean before you.
>You are Anonymous.
>Leaning over the railing, you stare vacantly off into the distance.
>The smell of the sea breeze fills your nostrils as you take another sip from your glass.
>Scotch on the rocks.
>Just something to savour and enjoy whilst admiring the view.
>You've had a couple of drinks.
>You don't really know the exact number but you've had enough to feel a bit light headed.
>But it helps keeping your mind off of all the goings on back inside.
>This cruise was supposed to be relaxing.
>Your boss and co-workers urged you to go.
>"Anon I'll be honest, you're our number one. Look, you need time off and I'm willing to give it to you, what do you say? I've got an important job for you when you get back so go and get some rest alright?"
>You really couldn't argue with him so you caved.
>However this cruise just happened to be holding one of Equestria's finest events.
>The Grand Galloping Gala.
>So naturally that meant that heaps of people were attending.
>Great.
>Apparently it was moved because the original place for the event was undergoing renovations.
>Whatever the reason, because you were booked in prior to the event being moved, you got into the Gala for free.
>You can't help but wonder if that was a result of your boss or the cruise service.
>From what you've observed, the Gala does live up to its name.
>The rich gathering around to talk to the rich, and famous.
>That stupid flight team is here.
>The Wonderbolts.
>Bunch of flashy pilots who pull off flashy tricks in the skies.
>You've never understood the appeal.
>But they are loved greatly by the rest of the world.
>Guess you must be different.
>Everyone is inside enjoying dinner and talking to each other.
>Tonight is also the night where people get to do little Q&A sessions with the Wonderbolts.
>Boring.
>You stayed for as long as you could.
>Chatted with people.
>Listening to older men proudly talk of their possessions.
>One of them talked to you about how he owns a bigger ship that the one you're currently on.
>The Crystal Empire.
>One of the most luxurious ships in Equestria.
>You doubt that he owns a ship bigger than this one.
>It's so massive, it's very easy to get lost.
>There were a couple of interesting young women around but the Wonderbolts came out and everyone started taking pictures.
>The louder people became, the more you started drinking.
>Eventually the hype got too much for you so you left.
>And now here you are.
>Enjoying the rest of your drink in the quiet, away from everyone else whilst watching the waves.
>The moon is really bright tonight, its reflection shining off of the waves in areas.
>You're feeling a bit fuzzy but nothing too bad.
>It's a nice feeling.
>It's warm despite the outside breeze biting at your skin.
>You look down and watch the waves.
>It's a calm night.
>You'd really enjoy spending New Year’s Eve away from people.
>But luck has never been on your side.
>You let out a long sigh.
>You consider going back to your private suite but decide against it, being content to just stay outside some more.
>The sound of approaching footsteps cause you to snap out of the pleasant trance you entered into.
>You lean over and look to the side, witnessing quite a sight stumbling towards your general direction.
>A rainbow haired girl appears to be having a bit of trouble as she slowly walks towards the railing in which you are leaning on.
>Her dress matches her hair in colour and flows down to just above her feet.
>It must have been tailor made because it matches her perfectly as it complements her lithe, athletic figure.
>Those strong arms and her perfectly toned but smooth-looking legs that you took a peek at every time her dress swayed to the side.
>She's wearing golden high heels which match the several golden accessories she possesses.
>You look up at her face.
>Her face is beautiful, her rainbow hair tied up into a pony tail with two small strands of hair hanging by the sides of her face.
>Something about her seems off.
>You get the strange feeling that she's out of her element as she stumbles constantly.
>Perhaps she's had a bit to drink as well.
>She's frowns and looks at the ground as she unknowingly walks over to you.
"Um, are you alright there, Miss?" you ask cautiously as she continues to wander towards you.
>She stops suddenly and looks up at you, giving you a perfect view of her attractive face and her cerise eyes.
>"Huh?"
>The girl stands there with her eyes on you.
>Yep, she's had something to drink, alright.
>Her eyes widen slightly.
>"Heyyy, I know you! You're that dude from before! You helped my friend with her bags when we boarded!" she pipes up.
>In an instant, her frown disappears from her face and is replaced by a friendly smile.
>You recall the elegant purple-haired princess and her thousand bags.
"So many fucking bags..." you utter, perhaps a bit too loud.
>She giggles which causes you to apologise.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it li—"
>She places a hand up, silencing you.
>"Dude, it's cool. I understand," she says, a slight but still noticeable slur in her words.
>She gives you a genuine smile that calms your nerves.
>'Dude' and 'cool' both support your previous observation.
>This girl is out of her element.
>She takes a few steps forward but stumbles slightly, causing her to growl.
>You go to help her but you stop as she takes her shoes off.
>"Uuugh! How can any sensible person wear these stupid things?" she yells out in frustration.
>She walks up to the railing and throws them overboard.
>You look at her shocked.
>She smiles as they fall into the water, a look of satisfaction plastered over her face.
>She then slumps over the railing, back towards the water and looks at you with a brow raised.
>"So, what's 'ya name, egghead?"
>You look to the side in confusion.
"It's 'egghead' now, apparently."
>She snorts and reaches an arm back, pulling the hair tie and undoing her ponytail.
>You find yourself captivated by the action, her rainbow hair blowing in the wind before hanging down behind her back.
>"Well you just look like an egghead. Do you read books?" she asks, tiling her head to the side as she looks up at you.
>You resume leaning on the railing and staring out into the distance.
"Doesn't everybody?" you ask.
>She giggles again.
>"Yup, total egghead alert"
>You sigh and don't make any further comment.
>"In junior high, I told my friends that reading was for nerds. Then I wound up becoming obsessed with a series called Daring Do. You heard of it?"
"Y-Yeah, I've got all of the books," you respond hesitantly.
>"Hehe, don't worry about it, so do I. I guess we're both nerds."
>A brief silence.
>"So what is your name?" the girl asks again.
>You turn your head to her and respond.
"It's Anonymous."
>She turns and grins at you.
"That's a cool name, I guess. I'm Rainbow Dash"
>She holds out a hand and you shake it.
>She's something special alright.
"That's a cool name too, I guess," you say, mimicking her.
>She snorts again and looks out at the horizon, resting her arms on the railing.
>"You bet your sweet ass it is," she happily yells before slowly frowning again.
>You turn around and copy her position, staring out at the waves.
"Why did you come out here anyway? All of the exciting stuff is inside right?" you ask.
>She lets out a long dawn out sigh.
>"Yeah but tonight has been a huge disappointment. I thought it was gonna be the best night ever but it didn't turn out that way."
>She looks down sadly and you immediately regret asking.
>However your curiosity requires more information.
"Is this gala even that much of a big deal? Unless you're like, the Wonderbolts number one fa—"
>You stop yourself short as you see her face fall even more.
>Carefully, you shift closer to her.
"I'm sorry..."
>"D-Don't be. It's cool."
>Her head bolts up to the sky as she wipes away a couple of tears.
>She tilts her head to the side, glancing at you with a forced smile.
>"No one's ever seen me cry before, not even my best friends. Gosh, I must be drunk," she utters, followed by an empty chuckle.
>So she is a huge fan.
"I take it that they're not as 'wonder'ful as you thought?"
>You can't help but smile as she laughs at your shitty pun.
>"Wow, that was pretty bad."
"Yeah, I know."
>You both share another laugh together.
>She moves slightly closer to you.
>"Basically I've wanted to be a Wonderbolt since I was six, so tonight was a pretty big deal for me."
>You nod and pay apt attention to her.
>The both of you stare up at the sky as she talks about her childhood and how she always wanted to be a Wonderbolt.
>Even though you have no interest in them, you pay attention regardless.
>Maybe you'd like to know more about her.
>About Rainbow Dash.
>This girl has caught your attention rather quickly which is unusual.
>Whatever.
"So, I'm guessing that they turned you down?"
>She shakes her head.
>"No. It's just, they're not exactly who I thought they were, 'yknow? Like, they kinda ignored me and looked down on everyone. I wasn't even able to get near them."
>You shake your head and smile.
"That's what fame does to you, I guess."
>She groans but you notice that she inches slightly closer to you.
>"I wouldn't be like that if I was famous."
>You roll your eyes and smirk at her.
"Sure you wouldn't."
>She huffs.
>"How would you know? We've known each other for less than a day!"
>The both of you remain silent for a couple of seconds.
>You both shift closer together but ended bumping into each other.
>Another awkward silence.


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>You're not sure which of the girls thought of the bright idea to go camping in the middle of winter up in the mountains
>You worry not for yourself, more for them
>Rarity, of course, was against it entirely, thinking that a bit of dirt is the end of the world
>Little does she realize that the dirt would be the least of her worries, and that she should be more worried about getting wet from the ice and snow
>Now that you think about it, it was probably Applejack or Rainbow Dash
>When you got here, it wasn't that cold. To be fair, it was the middle of the day
>The girls thought it wouldn't be that bad
>You had to set up two tents with a bit of help from Applejack and Rainbow Dash
>The girls will all be sleeping together, except for one, Rainbow Dash
>Apparently she pulled the short straw or something, so while five of them will be in one tent, it will just be you and Rainbow in the other
>You couldn't care less, so long as you're warm and she's quiet
>The sun fell quickly, throughout the day you went off on your own, getting wood for the fire, making the fire, then admiring the snow as it reflected the sunlight before the sun went down
>Snug in your cozy, -15°F rating sleeping bag, you'll be perfectly warm tonight
>The girls are chatting away, while Rainbow lays facing away from you
>You see out of the cover your eye and feel her shivering against you
>Don't give a shit as you put on ear muffs
>Pick a spot on your pillow to keep your head warm and stay still
>For a while, you shut your eyes, half-listening to the faint conversation from the other tent, focusing on their voices as they start to settle down and begin complaining about the cold
>You smile, and begin to drift off into sleep
>Then you feel a light tap on your shoulder
>A shaky, painfully obvious cold voice from Rainbow
>"Anon, I'm c-cold."
>You roll your eyes
"That's a shame."
>You can hear some breaths, she must be very cold indeed
>"A-are you w-warm?"
>She sounds rather desperate for warmth
"Very."
>You faintly hear shuffling
>You look over and see Rainbow's silhouette
>She's on all fours and crawling over to you
"What are you—"
>She slips into your sleeping bag feet first
>You can tell why she was cold, with nothing long-sleeved or thick to keep out the cold
>And she feels cold, even through your thick, layered clothes
>Your coats and sweaters are all unzipped, too keep you from sweating during the night, while keeping you warm
>She wraps her arms around you, her elbows at your armpits
>"That's much better."
>Relief audible in her voice
>Her head is just below your head, resting on your collar bone
>She says as she also wraps her legs around yours, and tightens her grasp
>"You make a great teddy bear."
"But I'm not a ted—"
>"Yes. Yes, you are," she says, sighing
"No, I really—"
>"Shhh... big warm teddy bears don't talk... And I mean if you tell anyone about this, you die"
>You wouldn't dream of it
"Why would I brag about becoming some pitifully unprepared girl's teddy bear for a night?"
>She laughs under her breath and into your chest and continues to get cozy on you
>You can live with this. She's a bit more warmth for you, so you relax and lay your head back down
>After amount of time, you feel her arms leave the embrace, and feel her sitting up
>It sounds like she's moving something
>She lays back down, and you can feel that she's missing a piece of clothing
>Her shirt is gone now


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>“So Anon, this 'ya first time?”
“Yeah, AB... what about you?”
>”...Yea, same ‘ere” she whispers.
“No need to be shy about it.”
>”Well it’s just that Sweetie’s got Buttons and Scoots got Featherweight”
“And you’ve got me now,” you say, tickling her side teasingly.
>She cries out, laughing and trying to get you off.
>She pushes with both hands and looses balance, falling down on top of you.
>You get her breasts right in your face.
>Applebloom pulls up, blushing, “Sorry An—”
>You pull her in for a kiss before she could finish.
>Lifting one hand up to her hair, you can feel the bow so iconic to her. She always has her hair tied up like this and you’ve never seen her without it.
>Time to change that.
>You start to pull it free and feel Applebloom pull away from your kiss. You're quick to pull her back in, starting to wrestle with her tounge.
>Her hair, now free, falls down around your heads.
>You wrap your arms behind her and pull her in closer.
>She moans into your mouth, letting her tongue fall limb into your mouth for a second.
>As you're running out of breath, you break from the kiss and you lift the dazed Applebloom off of you.
>Soon enough, you start to lost in her eyes as well, mesmerized by how she beautiful she looks with her hair down.
>”Is that all Ah'm going to get, Anon?” she whispers.
>Not taking the time to respond, you go for her neck biting her teasingly.
>You can hear her gasp as you make your way down.
>You move to her inner thighs, teasing her as long as you can stand it.
>Just as you’re about to get to her panties, you hear her scream.
>Letting go of her, you get up and look to meet her gaze. Her face has now turned completely red and she tries to avoid your eyes.
>”You... you're not enjoying it, aren't you?”
“You're kidding, right? Button and Featherweight, every boy in school should be jealous of me right now.”
>You move back down, hoping you could get her in the mood again.
>”Anon, can Ah try something?”
>You stop and look up at her.
“Yeah, sure. What do you wanna try?”
>Applebloom blushes and removes her top, pulling down her panties the rest of the way, leaving her only in her skirt.
>She moves over to you, unbuttoning your pants, and with your combined efforts you manage to get them and your boxers off.
>Her eyes widen as she sees your length, she smiles as you feel her hot breath on your dick.
>If it wasn't fully erect before, it definitely is now.
>She backs up and gets on her knees, confusing you for a bit.
>As she reaches for her chest, you realize what she's trying to do. 
“Hey AB, why don't you just use your mouth this time? We can always try that next time.”
>”But Ah just thought this was how guys liked it best...”
“Well, I’ve never tried it so I can’t say, let’s just keep it simple for our first time, what d’ya say?”
>She doesn't say anything for a second, before retaking her position between your legs.
>She starts placing kiss up and down your erection. She moves to the tip and begins to take it in, going slowly and unsure, she makes it to a comfortable spot half the way down.
>Her head begins to bob up and down as she gets into a rhythm. You eyes fixate on her skirt swaying back and forth, and you get an idea. You pull up her skirt and begin massaging her buttocks, slowly working your way to her wet slit.
>She almost jumps off of you, almost knocking her head into your jaw.
>”Ah'm gonna... Ah...”


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#122 | No.20165803
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>"Hey Anon, I got us some Pizza, wanna hang out?"
>It was a little past midnight when you answered the door, wondering who could possibly be visiting at this hour.
>Quite the surprise finding Sunset to be that person.
>The girl who, not weeks ago, brainwashed the school and turned into something out of The Inferno.
>Whom you hadn't talked to much before, and who was always caustic in demeanor.
>Yet here she was, standing at your door with a box of pizza, a simple request, and a genuine, apologetic smile.
"You do realize what time it is, right?"
>Your eyebrow quirks up in curiosity.
>"Oh! I'm sorry if I woke you... I just wanted to make up for the regretful things that I've done, but if you didn't want to I'll get going-"
"Wait."
>Your tone was terse, but gentle.
>It certainly was curious why she'd come to you of all the people at the school.
>More so at this late hour, though it was Friday night.
>You could understand she wouldn't have a clique to hang out with on the weekend.
>Not any more, at least.
>You give her a welcoming smile.
"How could I pass on such a delectable thing? Please, come inside."
>You stand aside and gesture warmly.
>Her cheeks flush briefly before she beams gratefully, closes the box, and holds it aloft in one hand.
>As she passes through the doorframe, she moves by you closely.
>In the brief moment of intimate space, you thought you felt something brush along the front of your pants.
>After closing the door, you enter the kitchen to find her already seated at the table.
>The box of pizza laying open in the center.
>It was cheese, an intriguing choice but understandably inoffensive.
>Sunset is wringing her hands, eyes darting to and fro scanning.
>It was obvious she was uncomfortable.
>What for is yet to become apparent.
>You take a seat opposite her, clasp your hands together, and rest your chin on the fists.
"I can't help but wonder—"
>Your sudden speaking startles her attention to her.
>You pause a moment in reflection, looking upon her.
>A single light above the table frames Sunset's form in a warm glow.
>She looks at you quizzically, but more so she has an air of helplessness.
>She seems so defenseless, confused.
>Or hurt and alone.
>You notice she was still wearing her leather jacket.
"Do make yourself comfortable, I can hang that jacket for you."
>She wraps her arms around herself and looks down.
>"That's alright, I prefer to wear it. But, thank you..."
>A pang of guilt beats briefly in your chest, you get a sudden urge to comfort her.
>Your thoughts are interrupted when Sunset looks back up with admirable resolve glinting in her eyes.
>"You were saying, Anonymous?"
"For you, just Anon."
>Sunset bites her lip as her cheeks flush once more.
>"If you say so. You were saying... Anon?"
>You can't help but grin at her quick compliance.
>Maybe it was the lighting, or your eyes were playing tricks on you, but Sunset was looking kind of cute.
"It's just surprising seeing you do something nice."
>She brushes a lock of hair aside with her fingers and looks down dejected at the blunt statement.
>A light flutter crosses your chest.
>"Like I said before, I did a lot of things I regret doing."
>Her voice was softly defensive.
>"I hurt a lot of people. I pushed a lot of people away..."
>You sit back and put your hands on the table.
"So who else have you gone to asking for forgiveness?"
>She looked up and locked eyes with you, a moist glimmer shining within them.
>"You're the first."
>Your mouth falls agape.
"Surely there was someone more important to you to start with."
>She slowly shook her head, her gaze never wavering.
>"There are plenty of places I could have started, sure, but I remember you didn't really hang out much with others at school."
>You sputter at the accusation.
"Th-that is entirely by choice! I could get along with anybody there!"
>Sunset's eyes shot wide open, she waved her hands out emphatically.
>"Whoa, no! I didn't mean to insult you or anything!"
>Her face falls believing she offended you, her hands laying on the table in defeat.
>"I just thought you could use the company..."
>You reach out and place your hand atop hers.
>She looks up in surprise.
>You grin sheepishly.
"I do appreciate it, for what it's worth."
>Smiling bashfully, Sunset indicates the pizza between you two with her other hand.
>"Better start eating before it gets cold, Anon."
>You comply to her suggestion, removing your hand.
>She stands up.
"Going already?"
>Your voice betrays the slightest hint of worry.
>She gives a small smile, almost triumphant.
>"Just wanted to freshen up. Where's the restroom?"
"Down the hall. First door on the left."
>You help yourself to a slice of pizza as Sunset walks away.
>It's already getting stale, but still good.
>Thinking back on the few times she's talked to you before, mostly haughty demands and mocking dismissal, it was still striking you as bizarre her quick change of heart.
>She did seem honest about wanting to make amends, wanting forgiveness.
>But something deeper echoed subtly in her coy behavior.
>Something closer, more personal, she seemed to want companionship.
>Companionship on a friendly level?
>Or something more intimate?
>You resolved to find out by testing the waters, using restrained methods of course.
>The last thing you'd want to do is be too forward and fuck up any sort of possible relationship.
>Sunset's reentry catches your attention, you look up to see she had removed her jacket.
>She tentatively rubs a hand along the exposed flesh of her arm, massaging the supple yet lithe muscle underneath.
"I see you took my advice."
>Her hand moved up to brush nervously through her hair, giving you a better view of her body.
>The pink shirt, now more visible without the jacket in the way, looks like a comfortable fit save for the fiery emblem pulled taut between her perky breasts.
>The shirt trailed down snugly, the fringe resting softly atop the dual striped skirt that hugged her generous hips.
>The length of her bare legs flowing from underneath, into those cutely gaudy boots.
>"I see you're still admiring the sunset at this hour."
>She gave a smug grin, her voice teasing the edge of seductive.
>You cringed, but weren't sure if it was at being caught looking or that cheesy play on words.
>Playing innocent, you give her an assuring glance.
"I've just never seen you without that jacket."
>You stand and walk toward the door leading to the living room, bringing the pizza.
"And I never knew how radiant the sunset could be."
>If she wants to play like that, you're game.
>Sunset's mouth fell open as her face burned embarrassed.
>Cutting in before she says anything, you speak out again.
"Come on, the couch is much more comfortable and we can watch something on TV."
>The two of you enter the living room, you place the box on the coffee table and sit on the couch by the armrest.
>Following your lead, Sunset sits on the opposite side.
>You give her a look and pat the cushion beside you.
"I thought your goal was to get closer to the people you intend to ask forgiveness from. Can't do that if you keep distancing yourself."
>She returns the look and slowly scoots closer.
>"Says the guy who chooses to distance himself from everyone else."
>You give her a noncommittal shrug.
"In this case, I wouldn't mind being closer to your warmth."
>She gives you an incredulous stare.
"It is pretty cold tonight, after all. Probably shoulda kept the jacket."
>Sunset looks away rolling her eyes and scrunching her face, but as she turns you notice the corner of her lips twitch up.
>You turn on the tv and flip it over to the news.
>Discussion about a business and financial numbers.
>"Ugh, this is boring Anon. Isn't there something entertaining on this late?"
>You sigh in exasperation and start surfing through channels.
>"Oh, wait! Go back, I like that show."
>You click back until Sunset indicates for you to stop.
>It's a show about a group of friends who go on adventures together.
>Odd, but strangely fitting given the situation.
>The both of you sit and watch in silence for a while.
>In the show, two of the characters get into a heated argument over a menial issue.
>They part ways unceremoniously.
>The commercial break kicks in.
>Sunset gives a little yawn.
>You reach over and gently touch her arm.
>She looks to you quizzically, you give her an amicable smile and pat your shoulder.
>"Hmph."
>She not-quite-reluctantly takes your offer, laying her head on you.
>You shift slightly and wrap your arm around her.
>The show comes back on, another character is consoling one of the arguing characters.
>They talk about regretful things that were said and how they might make up for it.
>What the fuck, this is supposed to be an adventurous show.
>Eerie how coincidental these parallels are, though.
"Sunset?"
>"Yeah?"
"Why do you like this show?"
>A moment passes as Sunset is deep in thought.
>"Because... It kind of reminds me of where I came from."
>You think over her words.
"You have many friends back home?"
>A simple question, but Sunset takes her time answering this one too.
>"No," her voice gave the slightest crack, "I wasn't exactly the nicest po- Er, person there either."
>You give her a reassuring squeeze.
"I think you're nice."
>Her head shakes softly on your shoulder.
>You hear an almost silent sniffle.
>"Thanks..."
>...
>Be Sunset Shimmer.
>You didn't know what to expect when you came to Anon's place tonight.
>You certainly weren't expecting such a warm reception.
>You sit here, your head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around you, watching a show you've grown to like since arriving here.
>It was a rerun, an episode you had already seen.
>That doesn't numb the impact of the plot.
>A character that betrays her friend, does awful things and isolates herself.
>It was chillingly reminiscent of what recently happened to you.
>You're brought back to memories of that fateful night.
>What you were willing to do for power.
>What lead to your defeat at the hands of that group of genuine friends.
>When the rainbow hit you it did more than just sap you of your newly-gained power.
>It had shown you the consequences of your actions.
>Drilled into your mind a self-inflicted isolation, a life without others who truly cared for you, a life without friends.
>A life of being alone...
>The reminder sent a shiver of dread through your body.
>Anon reacted with a gentle squeeze, comforting and warm.
>He draped his other arm across your belly and rubbed his cheek softly into your hair.
>The shiver subsided, overtaken by the beating of your heart.
>A light tingle tickled along your flesh.
>A feeling you hadn't felt since you were a young filly in Canterlot, just before becoming Celestia's pupil.
>A feeling of acceptance and compassion.
>Somebody caring for you.
>You didn't know what you were expecting when you came here.
>You couldn't help but smile, glad for what it was.
~~~
>You awake to the sound of a loud fucking bang, you instinctively bolt up off the couch/bed. It’s the television.
>You left it on overnight.
>Scared the shit out of you. You notice that in the process Rainbow Dash rolled onto the floor.
>Your sudden movements invoke a moan from dash, her slumber having been disturbed.
>Gently, you apologize for your stupidity and kiss her on the head, half a mind on the plan for the day.
>Today is Monday, there’s work to be done.

>You can't sleep for the rest of the night.
>End up just staying awake until the alarm rings.
>Dash instantly gets up out of bed and heads into the shower.
>You want to join her, but she locks the door and tells you there's no time.
>You both eventually eat breakfast and head out the door.
>Get into the car on the passenger side as Dash gets into the driver's seat.
>She drives faster than you, ensuring that you'll get there in time.
>She speeds the car over to the office building as you fall asleep in the passenger seat.
>Imagine yourself going back in time and waking Dash up earlier so you can spend time with her in the shower.
>Sex.
>"Oh my god, Anon! Really?" Dash's voice wakes you up.
>Look down.
>Fucking wet dreams, man.

>Well this is... somewhat uncomfortable.
>You were now sitting, resting in your own bodily fluid
>This was sure to be a fun day, right?
>From then, it didn't take too long to get to the office building.
"Rainbow, I'm covered in my own fluids, we couldn't have stopped for another pair of pants?"
>"No time, Anon. Just tough it out for today.
"We're at the office, I can't just walk in like this!"
>"Then you're going to have to figure something out, I'm late."


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>It's eleven-thirty.
>You've been in bed for almost twenty minutes, after your mother turned off the internet for the night.
>Right in the middle of your game, too.
>Fucking moms.
>With a sneer, you roll over onto your side in an attempt to get comfortable.
>It doesn't work so you try to other side.
>Nope.
>After a moment's pause you begin to thrash back and forth before finally slapping your palms down against the mattress.
>The dull, empty thud carries through the room, but you're too mad to care.
>Still, as you lay there, another sound tickles at your ears.
>A quiet, almost jovial gurgle.
>You glance down at your stomach as it rumbles again.
>Great.
>Now you're hungry.
>Laying still in your bed, you close your eyes and listen to the house for a few minutes.
>When you're certain that your mother has gone to sleep, or at least secured herself in her room for the night, you slip out from under the sheets and begin the slow kitchen creep.
>It's only been a few weeks since you moved into Canterlot school district, so you're still getting used to the new home's creaks and groans.
>Placing one hesitant foot in front of the other, you freeze and tense at the slightest sound, though nothing stops you from rounding the corner and making it into the kitchen.
>The smooth tile floor underneath has less give, so you're able to move with less concern compared to the lengthy hallway.
>Rummaging through the fridge, you try to find something that isn't healthy amidst all the meats, cheeses, fruits and vegetables.
>At last you spot it.
>A lone chocolate pudding snack-pack glistens in the pale light of the fridge.
>Without another thought, you snatch it up and close the door, suppressing a crow of victory.
>But as you turn, something shifts at towards the corner of your eye.
>Mother...
>With a gulp, you turn your head to weather her wrath.
>But it's not her.
>Instead, a ghastly ashen face stares back at you with pale blue eyes.
>Her expression is flat and unyielding, like a screamer scene in a horror film just before it pops out to scare the audience.
>The mop of purple hair shifts as her lips part and in a flat, monotone voice declares, "You're in my way."
>Wha—?
>After a moment of staring, her small hand reaches up and pushes you against the fridge.
>Despite her size, you find yourself pinned by the small motion, and despite your squirms to escape, you only manage to do so after she passes by.
>As you struggle to catch your breath, you see her open the pantry and dig for a moment.
>Opening your mouth, you hear your voice barely squeak out,
"Wh-what are you? No, who are you?"
>Peeking out from behind the door, the girl sizes you up and then nods once.
>"Maud Pie. I'm your neighbor."
>And then straight back to digging.
>Holding a hand over your chest, you try to catch your breath and process this.
>Pie.
>There was a Pie family on the street, and you'd met their three daughters who were just around your age, but Maud wasn't one of them.
>Could it be there were four?
>No wait, more importantly.
>Moving over to the intruder, you grab her by the shoulder and spin her around.
>Maud's eyes widen for a moment before settling back into the deadpan stare.
"What are you doing here?" you manage to hiss, with a little more vigor this time.
>The stoic girl stares at you for a moment, then back into the pantry.
>She raises an eyebrow and reaches out, pulling something back with her.
>Giving the box in her hand a shake, you hear a familiar loose, rattling sound.
>"Boulder said he smelled Fruity Pebbles and got hungry."
>The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as you jerk your head left and right.
>Boulder?
>That didn't sound promising.
>Was there another person hanging around the house?
>After diverting your attention, Maud swats at your arms, knocking them loose.
>She brushes by you and you rub at your tingling arms and finds the pantry.
>There's a hiss of cereal falling from the box and pinging quietly against the bowl.
>And then a dull thud.
>Maud leans over, and you become acutely aware that aside from the lengthy nightshirt, she's only got a pair of plain white panties on underneath.
>And so, as the girl pushes her rump out in your direction, you begin to sweat at the sight.
>Then, the whispering starts.
>"Who's a good boy, Boulder?"
>Wut—?
>Gulping and trying not to stare at the dark framed butt in front of you, you approach the entranced girl as she continues to talk to the cereal bowl.
>As you get close, you see a dull looking rock in the middle of an otherwise colorful spattering of cereal.
>Maud is moving it around with her finger, giving it small words of encouragement.
>You're too stunned to say anything.
>At last, the girl goes quiet and quickly rights herself.
>Taking a hesitant step back, you clutch your fingers into a fist...
>And feel the slimy sensation of chocolate pudding oozing out from between your knuckles.
>Gross.
>Maud stares at you for a little while longer, then tilts her head to the side ever so slightly.
>"I apologize for surprising you earlier. Thank you for sharing your cereal with me."
>Pause as she glances down to the stone in her hand.
>"...Boulder thanks you as well, though he thinks you should do a better job of securing your home. Dangerous times, after all. Good night."
>And then she's gone.
>You barely even hear the door close behind her.
>Shivering again, you bring a hand to your mouth and try steady your nerves.
>Of course it would be the pudding hand.
>It takes a few minutes to wind down, but eventually you clean your hand and face, as well as the dark splotches on the floor.
>You're not really hungry after that and so you make your way back to the bedroom.
>Collapsing on the bed, you try not to think about the mysterious and slightly spooky girl who visited you.
>...Okay, she broke into your house.
>Closing your eyes, you do your best not to think about the events in the kitchen.
>It won't do you any good to get scared.
>But there's just one question that nags at you.
"How did she get in in the first place?"
>And then, another, slightly more unnerving question hits you.
>Did you remember to lock the door?
>That's when you feel a slightly rough, slick sandpapery sensation sliding along your previously puddinged palm.
>With your heart in your throat, you slowly turn towards your hand.
>Seems like Boulder knew what he was talking about.
>even if he had rocks for brains
~~~
>"Adagio w-was right... controlling one person can be... very... fun"
>As Aria continues to ride you, you are powerless to resist, physically and mentally
>You know what she's been doing with her voice, but you couldn't really care at the moment
>She moans out once again, her walls squeezing your throbbing manhood for the fifth time
>You would have been sent over the edge long ago, knowing how tight Aria was
>But she also had a song for making you nothing more than a dick for her to ride endlessly while you watched

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#119| No.19853104
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>be Anon
>currently on a bus heading to school
>straight B's honors student
>only reason why you aren't A's is because you don't do your homework.
>step off the bus to go straight to your locker.
>could care less about everyone else today you wanted to be with either Rarity, flutter or sunny today so you could ask them out. Been friend with them for along time.
>got to know them very well
>all hot, sweet, big breast women who know how to take care of themselves.
>looking around the hallway to "bump" into one of them
>see Rarity
"perfect" you say as you pull out your phone
>pretends to walk into her head-on
>"Oofh!" Rarity gasped as you bump into her
>she drops the papers she was holding so you start helping to pick them up
"I am so sorry, Rarity. I swear I didn't see you there."
>"Really...? It's just the two of us in this hallway."
>ohshit.png
>"Anon, I have known you for, like, the past two years. What are you exactly trying to get at dear?"
>fuck it
"Well Rarity, like you've previously stated, we've got to know each other very well and for a long time I've developed this huge crush on you."
>Rarity looks at you, amused, and you see a slight blush slowly creeping onto her face
>while you're as red as a fire truck
>"Go on."
>inhale
"I was wondering if I could go out with you."
>waiting to get shot down in 3... 2...
>"I would like that."
>what
"What."
>"Pick me up around five, any place you like."
>she walks off giggling
>run the opposite way whooping and hollering
>man card has been obtained
>...
>HOLY SHIT, HORY SHIET
>couldn't fucking believe it
>one try and you were on a date with Rarity
>the day was a breeze
>AP Calc, mechanics and other classes were a breeze
>not that they were easy but the building excitement would make everything pass by quicker
>constant questions bugged you
>where were you going to go? are you going to use your car or your mom's? what were you going to wear?
>you were sitting at lunch with two friends, Flash and Norman
>"So a little bird told me you're now going out with Rarity." Norman said
>"Yeah, what's up with that? She's like a 12 and you're like a 5." added Flash
>they were assholes but you've would've said something along those lines as well
"I told her I had a crush on her for awhile now and asked her out."
>they smirk
>Norman gets up to go use the restroom
>"...So what embarrassing story should we tell her?"
"That comes with the price of a kick to the groin and a trip to the hospital, Flash."
>"Take it easy, you two treated me the same way when I was dating Sunny."
>shit forgot all about that
"Sorry man, it's just that I finally achieved my man card."
>"Not a man card, a man permit. A man card is when you get laid. Sadly, I don't have one yet but I'll get mine with Twilight, someday. But I won't rush it."
>I wouldn't thunk of it
"Thanks, I guess. But I plan to just enjoy this ride with Rarity."
>"Speak of the devil, here she comes."
>you look behind you to see Rarity coming up with an odd look on her face
"Anon, I need to talk to you?"
>shit
>Rarity has the most disconcerting face you have ever seen
"...Rarity, what's wrong?"
"It's about tonight, some things came up and I can't go out."
>should I ask why or no
>better no than to act desperate
>"It about my clothing. You know the line."
"The Fall Formal line?"
>"Yes, well, a big fashion magazine wants to do an interview with me. They're covering young fashionista and, well, I'm one of them."
>well, that explains it
"Shit, Rarity, that's a big deal, some clothing company reads that magazine and sees you and your line in there. Suddenly you've got yourself a business and income."
>you were a asshole, but not a dick
>this is a big deal
>this could change the rest of her life
>"Thanks, Anon, I'll call you later. The interview happens right after school. I promise we'll reschedule."
>she hugs you and gives you one more thanks for understanding
>return to your seat to finish your lunch
>"So, what happened?"
"Rarity had to call off the date to have an interview with a fashion magazine. I don't blame her, it's her passion, you know?" you said as you shrugged
>"Shit, but at least she has a legit reason. I mean, I've been hearing about this since 4th period."
"...And you didn't tell me?"
>"Best let it come from the source."
>the rest of the day passes by
>this day was both a curse and a blessing
>you got a yes from rarity to go out but not tonight.
>at least you get some time to plan ahead when you get to go out.
>later that evening
>sitting on the couch watching tv
>mom's still at work, trying to pay bills
>you weren't poor by any means.
>dad was there for the first 9 years of your life, but he went to war and didn't come back
>you let your eyes drift to a photo of him wearing his army uniform and hat
>that was 8 years ago
>watching some south park when you hear your phone ring
>wasn't a call but a text from Rarity with a picture attached
>what you saw almost made your eyes budge out and your penis shoot off like a rocket


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>You hated your Biology teacher
>She was many things, but above all else, she was a bitch
>You also hated yourself
>You were many things, but above all else, you didn't know when to shut up
>Sure, you were probably right about her painfully mediocrity as a teacher not being fit to teach impressionable young minds.
>Sure, everyone knew she was dumber than a rock
>Sure, you could probably give her lessons better than her with your knowledge, along with half of your classmates
>But heck, despite having the IQ to notice all these little things, you still kept talking back
>Everyone else was smart enough to not
>You could have stopped at any point and be the bigger man
>But no, you just HAD to make sure she knew she was better suited as YOUR student instead of the other way around
>Looks like you still had stuff to learn
>Dealing with abusive authority, for one
>And you did get your lesson
>You had to stay in her classroom during lunch, doing the classwork you were too occupied to work on
>What with educating the feeble minds around you
>But luckily, she was as mediocre with her assignments as she was with her class lessons
>You finished it all before lunch time was over, a far shorter time than the amount she gave you during class
>You rushed towards the lunch room, hoping you had enough time to stuff yourself before the bell rung
>Thinking about why you'd felt specially stupid today, you didn't notice the two girls you passed by in a hurry
>One had big orange hair that could make a poodle envious
>The other had purplish hair gathered in twin tails and green highlights
>Indeed, you didn't even register them at all
>What you did register, after turning around the corner, was crashing into a different girl head on
>"Ow!"
>You were both sprawled on the floor, but you were quick to raise yourself from the ground and help her up
"I'm sorry! Are you okay?"
>She was clutching her head with a hand while holding yours with the other
>"I... I think so."
>You'd never seen her before, but then, Canterlot High was full of people you had never seen either
>The first thought to enter your mind after stopping to inspect her was that she was cute
>Her hair was striped in light and dark blue, a ponytail behind her and bangs framing her face
>God, her face
>You were never into chicks that used that much makeup, but was her smile cute
>Sure, her eyelashes looked big enough to be used as a broom
>But the innocent look she sent your way was irresistible
>"Are you okay yourself?"
>Her voice was entrancing too, making you feel as if some magnetic force both pushed and pulled you towards her
>Closer and closer to her tight teenage body, wearing a somewhat bizarre outfit
>You felt like you were just falling towards her, as if you had been caught in her gravitational field and couldn't help but go towards her
>You... You wouldn't mind that...
>But she had asked you a question
>And your stomach seemed to have grown a voice of its own
"I'm, I'm okay..."
>She looked right at your eyes for a second, without lingering at all, and then looked at your hand holding hers
>Pulling her hand free, she just left
>As if you didn't exist
>She did flash you a smile, though
>...
>What did just happen?
>It took a lot of concentration for you to move your feet towards the mess hall and get something from the lunch bar
>You were still thinking of your encounter while you silently ate, unaware of how messy the mess hall had become
>You ate like a zombie at your usual place, in a table you usually shared with your friends
>"Dude, we are totally signing up for this battle of the bands, you hear me?"
>You could only think of her innocent smile
>"We'll teach those fuckers not to go around implying that we're lesser than them."
>Those cute eyes belonging to one of those people that would not kill a bug if she could avoid it
>"Yo, Anon, you there? That's the second bell, we're already late to class already, come on!"
>About how she hadn't even thought twice about you, while you now were incapable of thinking about anything else
>In fact you'd been thinking of her for...
>The bell snapped you out of your thoughts
>It startled you out to find yourself completely alone in the mess hall
>You didn't notice it before, but the other people had been very noisy when you arrived, and the silence unnerved you
>You quickly tossed your disposables in the trash and walked out, wondering how you hadn't noticed something as obvious as a large mass of teenagers leaving you alone to your musings
>It was almost as if you had entered some sort of... trance
>But just as you were about to open the door to head out the lunch room, the doors opened themselves for you
>On the other side were three girls
>You instantly recognized one of them
>They all recognized you
>"Give it back."
>The one in the middle, the one with orange poodle hair, gave off one really menacing look
"Uhh, I'm sorry, what?"
>You obviously had no idea of what she was talking about
>"I said. Give. It. Back"
>With every word, she approached one step at a time
>All the better for you, since you didn't feel like walking back
>Maybe your earlier asshole self was coming back
"Give you what? I didn't take anything from you"
>She was looking right in your eyes, none backing down
>"Do you not have Sonata's necklace, then?"
>Her tone was more of exasperation
>Equally exasperated, you made a show of checking your pockets...
>To find a foreign object in them
>Slowing down with a confused look, you brought out of your shirt pocket a ruby necklace
>The purple haired girl immediately snatched the piece of jewelry from your hand
>"Nice try, thief. Next time, stash the loot until it's safe to take it with you."
"Hey, I don't know how that got there."
>She smirked, while the poodle haired one didn't seem too amused at your remark
>"Maybe... When we bumped into each other."
>You were all looking at the blue haired girl now
>She was wearing an apologetic smile, as if it had been her fault instead of yours
>You couldn't stop yourself
>Pushing the other two girls aside, you moved to stand in front of her
"I'm Anonymous, but Anon is fine. Nice to meet you, Sonata was it?"
>You could almost feel the stunned glares behind your back
>Did you care?
>Not for a second
>"Y-Yeah... Yes, that's me."
>She was a little taken aback by your rather bold approach
"I'm sorry about earlier, and about the necklace too. I didn't notice I had it."
>Her smile was more open now, a small blush adorning her features
>"That's okay."
>You felt a hand on your shoulder, but you shrugged it off
"Would you like to go out and grab a bite some time? Maybe catch a movie?"
>The hand returned, and you could hear muffled laughs behind you
>But your mind was lost in the embodiment of perfection that stood in front of you
>"W-Well..."
>Her stutter was cut off by blaring laughter
>"This is too much! I can't watch any longer!" cried one of them
>"My... My sides hurt!" was all the other could get out in her joy
>In her embarrassment, Sonata was fully blushing now
>This angered you
>Not because they were making fun of you
>But because they made her feel uncomfortable and be silent
>Or that's what your fevered mind thought
>"This is too cruel..."
>"Just turn the damn thing off already, will you?"
>You didn't understand anything
>You had been... hypnotized?
>No, no, that'd never worked on you before
>The scam artists just said that some are harder to hypnotize
>You'd never believed in that bullcrap
>Yet, here you are, wondering how you had said the stuff you said
>And... felt the things you felt
>Betrayal, guilt, humiliation
>That's what you felt now, among other things
>Why had you been so obsessed with this girl you'd just met?
>Sure, she really was one hot piece of ass, no doubt about it
>But your behaviour was still not justified
>"Oh, GOD, I wish we were recording."
>You were finally aware of what happened around you
>The other two girls were almost pissing themselves in their mirth
>While Sonata was just standing there, with the amulet in her hand
>It looked a lot more opaque now
>"I'm very, very sorry..."
>And you?
>You were angry
>VERY angry
>You felt you were angrier and you ought to
>But fact of the matter was, you'd never been more enraged in your life
>Was it because you'd been fooled?
>You could see how you felt when you first crashed into her
>Maybe because had been toyed with?
>You could feel their laughter at your desperate approach
>Or maybe you lost something you held dear
>Something you had genuinely loved...
>You remembered how she sighed, her eyes suddenly sad
>And how she looked at you while holding the necklace in her hand, its shimmer dying down as your conscience came back
>"Come on, girls. We need to practice for our upcoming victory," you heard, as if from far away
>You turned, tumbling towards the nearest column, your legs refusing to support your weight much longer
>A mind-crushing headache settling in, and becoming worse with every passing second
>Grabbing your head between your hands, your feet slowly slid through the floor, depositing you on the ground
>This definitely hadn't been your day
>"Hey."
>A whisper made it through your numb mind
>You looked up, and immediately turned your head, closing your eyes tightly
>You couldn't bear to fall again
>You couldn't become enamoured by her again, just to have it taken from you
>You couldn't... look at those eyes...
>"Anon... I'm sorry."
>Your hands clasped around your ears now, not wanting to hear that sweet voice
>And then you felt her delicate hands on top of them, gently pulling them so you could hear her
>"I didn't mean to hurt you, Anon, I really didn't," she kept whispering
>How could you trust her?
>How did you know she wouldn't be forcing you to accept her words?
>What stopped her from hurting you again?
>"So please... I know I don't have any right to ask you for anything, but..." her voice was frantic
>And, fucking hell, why did this affect you so much?
>You felt like a bitch, getting all emotional over someone you had just met
>Deciding to ignore the alarms in your head telling you to stay in your current position, you plunged into the void
>You let her take your hands off your ears, holding them gently
>And opened your eyes
>"Please don't cry..."
>You were shocked by what you saw
>Maybe a tear or two escaped your eyes before you could stop them
>But her face was full of them, slightly smearing her make-up
>She was looking at the ground, her entire expression screaming 'shame'
>Your hand shot up as if by instinct, eliciting a gasp from her
>You couldn't stop yourself, yet again
>You held her face in your hand, making her look at you
"...Okay."
>She seemed surprised
>Your thumb gently traced her cheek, wiping her tears
>She leaned into your hand
"I promise."
>You held her confused expression with your own determined one for a few moments more
>Both looking into each other's eyes
>And then you released her
"But you can't cry either."
>You got up and went to the door, leaving her on the floor
>Everybody walk the dinosaur


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“Shit! shit! Oh, shit...”
>You scramble out of your car, parking crookedly in the hospital lot, and sprint inside.
>You were working your boring, low pay nine to five as usual when you got a disturbing phone call.
>You push through various hospital workers, to the front desk.
>The receptionist gives you a queer look.
“Miss... please...”
>”Sir, please catch your breath, and tell me what you need.”
>Your childhood friend, Magnum, had an attack during work.
“I need to see a patient named Magnum! He called for me and—!”
>She puts her hand up.
>”Please calm down sir. I understand!”
>She immediately gets to work locating his room.
>While working his construction job, he had a heart attack. Fifteen stories up in the fucking air.
>Bastard has a cardiovascular disease, and was instructed to retire.
>”Down that hall to room forty-four!”
>She points down the south hall.
>You thank her, and quickly head down the designated hall.
>You hope you're not being called here to do what you think you're here to do.
>You weave past more visitors, and workers to room forty-four.
>You grasp the handle, and rush in.
>Magnum lays in bed hooked to life support, with his daughters looming around him.
>Sweetie Belle, his youngest, and Rarity.
>You don't see Cookie anywhere.
>That drug-pounding bitch.
>You make it to his side.
>Rarity is uncharacteristically quiet.
>Poor Sweetie hasn't stopped crying since you came in.
>You make it to Magnum's side, and take his hand in yours.
“Mags. I'm here, man.”
>He weakly opens his eyes.
>”You're la-late...”
>You squeeze.
“Yeah. You know a good for nothing slacker like me... never on time.”
>He laughs quietly.
>”Yeah."
>Sweetie Belle hides her face, sobbing.
>Rarity stands opposite you, holding his other hand.
>Her eyes are sadly closed.
>”I... I'm not gonna make it... I need you to do so-something for m-me...”
>”No! No, Daddy! You're gonna be okay!”
>Sweetie Belle grips the bar next to his bed as if it'll be her saving grace.
>He stares up at the ceiling.
>Rarity bites her lip, and shuts her eyes tightly.
>”Wa-watch my girls... Co-co-cookie can't do it...”
>You feel tears well up in your eyes.
“I'll do it, man... I promise. Leave it to me!”
>He cracks a smile, before closing his eyes.
>His life support signals his departure from this world.
>Rarity quietly sobs.
>Girl's trying to be strong.
>Poor Sweetie Belle has just started full out bawling.
>...
>That was a year ago.
>You are Anonymous,
>Adoptive father of Magnum's daughters Rarity, and Sweetie Belle.
“Girls! Come down and hit the table! Soup's on!”
>You finish setting down two bowls of cereal, and a plate with a pile of toast.
>Sweetie Belle comes bounding down with a beaming smile into the kitchen, with a book bag dangling off her shoulder.
>”Good morning, Anon!”
“Morning, squirt. Ready for today?”
>Sweetie grins, and twirls in her red outfit.
>”Like it? I'm gonna turn heads today!”
>You chuckle.
>After Mags died, you fulfilled his last wish, and took in both the girls. Things were a bit rocky at first.
>Well... are still rocky.
>But, it made you grow up.
>You feel like a real father to these girls, and you'd do anything to protect them.
“Just because you start high school today, doesn't mean you're ready for boys yet, midget.”
>You laugh, as you pour a glass of juice for yourself.
>Sweetie sits down with a pout.
>”I'm not a little kid anymore! I'm practically grown!”
>You roll your eyes, and lean against the counter.
“Yeah, yeah. Tell me that when you start paying rent.”
>She sticks her tongue out at you, and starts eating.
>They grow up so fast, right, Mags?
>You know he's smiling down on all of you.
>You can hear the clacking of boots coming down the stairs, and into the hallway.
>Rarity comes from around the corner with a nonchalant gaze.
“Hey, Rares. You hungry?”
>You sip your juice.
>Sweetie turns in her seat to watch her older sister's reaction.
>Rarity stops in the middle of the doorway, and looks at you with a look of disgust.
>”I'll eat at school.”
>Sweetie pouts.
>”But, Anon went through all this trouble to—!”
>”Sweetie! Quiet.”
>You put your glass down, and rub the back of your neck.
>Rarity glares at you silently, and leaves the house.
>Yeah... like you said earlier, things are still kind of rocky.
>Rarity hasn't accepted you yet.
>If she ever will.
>It's quiet in the kitchen between you, and Sweetie.
>”She'll come around Anon. I know she will. She's just a little hung up about Dad...”
>Sweetie closes her eyes, and sighs.
>You move over to the little pink-swirled hair girl, and give her a hug from behind.
“It's fine, squirt. Even if she hates me, I'll still take care of you two like I always have.”
>Her hand touches your forearm.
>”I know Anon, you've been really good to us. I know you won't leave me... right?”
>And then there's Sweetie Belle.
“Of course. I'll be here forever, and ever.”
>She rubs her cheek against your bicep.
>”I'm glad.”
>You let her go, and allow her to finish her cereal, and toast, while you clean up Rarity's portion she left untouched.
>You wonder what you have to do to get through to that girl.
>Right after work at least.
>Sweetie polishes off her cereal, and wipes her mustache off with her sleeve.
>They look alike, but they have so many differences. It's charming.
>”Thanks for breakfast!”
>She scoots out of her seat, and skips to the door.
>You smile behind your glass of juice.
>You hold up Sweetie's book bag with one hand, and wait.
>You hear the door open again.
“Forget something?”
>Sweetie creeps around the corner, with rosy cheeks.
>You toss the light bag to her, which she clumsily catches.
>”Thanks, Anon~”
>She leaves again softly closing the door behind her.
>As you were saying...
>Sweetie Belle attached herself to you at the hip. Her father dying, her mother abandoning them, and Rarity growing cold, and distant affected her deeply.
>You became her anchor.
>Her everything, and all she has left.
“It's not healthy, but for now it's fine, right, Mags?”
>You say to no one in particular.
>You sigh, and finish off your juice.
>Time to go, and make your peanuts for the day.
>You quickly shower, and get dressed.
>You look at yourself in the mirror.
>You look a little ragged.
>You weren't really prepared to take care of children.
>Though is anyone?
>You look at your watch.
>Time to go.
>Now here's the ironic part.
>You don't carry around a suitcase for your job. That's how stereotypical people do it, but you...
>You're a hip young(ish)-
>BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEP
>Jesus Christ.
>You exit your house.
>Sweetie Belle honks the horn of your car repeatedly.
>You're a teacher at Canterlot high, and have been for about three years now.
>Ironic, right?
>”Huuuuuurry!”
>You chuckle.
“I'm moving as fast as I can, woman!”
>With that exchange the two of you set off to school.
>You to teach.
>Her to learn.
>Sweetie Belle couldn't stop talking the whole way.
>"Anon! I want to be in your class!"
>"Anon! Is Canterlot High nice?"
>"Anon! You think you could get me all A's?"
>You pull into the lot, and the both of you slide out of the vehicle.
>Sweetie runs around the car, and hugs your waist again.
>You pat her head.
“Stay out of trouble, and have fun, midget.”
>She tightens her hug.
>”Will you listen to my day when I get home?”
“With four different ears.”
>She makes a playful grimace.
>”You have two extra sets of ears?”
>You wink at her.
“I do. But, don't tell anyone. It's kind of a secret.”
>She giggles, and waves you bye, as she heads to the front of the school where two other girls stand waiting.
>You smile, and head in through the faculty entrance.
>”Oh, Anonymous! Good morning.”
>You're halted in your tracks, hand on the door by your boss.
“Morning, Principal! How're you?”
>You turn your body part ways to allow her passage.
>The tall, flowing hair beauty walks past you, her clacking heels moving in an unknown soft rhythm,
>When did you get so poetic?
>She smiles at you warmly.
>”Such a gentleman.”
>You pretend to be offended.
“You're just finding that out now? After working together for three years? How neglectful on your part boss lady.”
>She winks at you.
>”I must watch you more carefully then.”
>You fight the creeping blush, as she sashays past.
>Your relationship with the Principal is a complicated one.
>The two of you flirt with each other when no students or other staff members are around, but when there are it's all business.
>You would make a move on her, but some quoted words from Mags comes to mind.
>”Don't eat where ya poop, eh?”
>You never got that.
>You've eaten sandwiches while on the can before.
>Nah, you know what he meant.
>It sucks though. You're sure she's into you, but you can't act on it.
>She's your boss after all.
>You follow her in, into the staff breakroom, where fresh coffee brews.
>This is your favorite place.
>The smell of coffee, and butter is intoxicating.
>”Morning, Mr. Anonymous.”
“Mr. Doodle.”
>The obviously bald-guy-wearing-a-cheesy-toupee teacher sits by himself at a lone table nursing a cup of java himself.
>He gives you the look of a disgruntled bus-riding old fogey, who just saw a black man step on.
>You don't like this faggot.
>Celestia pours herself a cup, using a bland white clean mug kept in the shelves for the various teachers.
>Her soft, beautiful lips wrap around the rim of the chinaware.
>Oh God, to be that coffee right now.
>She slowly whirls around, and leans against the counter.
>”So, Mr. Anonymous, how are things going with the girls?”
>You cross your arms, and walk around the room a bit.
“As well as could be expected. I'm not exactly dad material.”
>Doodle snorts from his seat, as if saying “No shit.”
>You cock an eye at him.
>Celestia sips again.
>You feel your lips quiver.
>”I think what you're doing is an amazing thing. The fact that you're a teacher as well only reinforces it.”
“Yeah? How so?”
>She cradles her mug in both hands.
>”You can make sure they get a proper education. And I can help you if ever you want me—”
>You look at her with a cocked-eye, coy grin.
>Celestia stops for a second and suddenly realizes what she just said.
>She quickly waves her hands frantically.
>”I MEAN IF YOU NEED HELP! WITH THE GIRLS! PROFESSIONALLY!”
>KER-RASH
>You watched the mug fall to the ground in slow motion, as she tried to explain her words.
>”Oh shoot—!”
>She scrambles to gather some napkins to clean up the mess.
>Doodle gets out of his seat, and grumbles under his breath.
>”...like teenagers...”
>He exits the staff room slamming the door behind him.
>Old people be hatin'.
>You bend down, and help Celestia clean up the coffee puddle.
>She stares down, refusing eye contact, her red cheeks noticeable on her face.
“But, uh... thank you for your offer. I'll keep it in mind.”
>She finally looks up, and smiles at you.
>You could totally touch her hand right now.
>They're near each other, and she has it on a napkin.
>You could just say, “Oops! My bad! I didn't mean to—”
>The bell rings out loudly stopping your romantic plans.
>Celestia looks up at a nearby clock on the wall.
>”Well... we better get going. The school isn't gonna run itself, and I don't want Luna coming down on me.”
“Sure...! Okay.”
>Fail.
>Epic fail, even.
>She cleans up the rest of the mess and mug pieces and discards them into the wastebasket.
>”I'll see you later, Anon.”
>She gives you a finger wave and leaves the breakroom.
>You rub your neck, and adjust your tie.
>Fuck. You're so milquetoast.
>Though, she's right. This school won't run itself.
>You leave the breakroom next, and hurry to your homeroom class, zig-zagging through groups of students to your class.
>Room 305.
>English.
>Lucky for these kids, it's just homeroom right now.
>You head inside, to the sight of students scattered around the class, chatting with one another.
>You have no idea who any of these kids are.
>That's sad, but hell it's homeroom. You just take attendance according to seat, and let them go do whatever it is they do.
>Over the loudspeaker Celestia's motherly, warm voice booms out with the request to stand for the pledge, and the daily announcements for the day.
>Nothing of real attention, other than welcoming the students to a new year.
>You wonder how Sweetie is doing right now.
>You'd wonder about Rarity, but you get the feeling she'd get angry from you just doing that.
>The announcements end.
>You hope you won't be asked what was discussed.
>Well, shit. Now you're definitely gonna get asked about it.
>The bell rings out and the students exit, carrying sheets of paper, no doubt their schedules.
>Good luck, young ones. You'll need it.
>Especially you.
>After some time passes, students begin to pile back into your room.
>Among them is a familiar face.
>Rarity.
>You both lock eyes for a moment, before she gives you a harsh scowl.
>Great.
>This is gonna go swimmingly.
>They all take random seats, Rarity ironically taking a seat right in front of the class.
>She leans back, with arms crossed.
>The bell blares out as everyone takes a seat.
>You clap your hands together, and pace around, before coming to a stop at your desk, and sitting on top of it.
“Welcome to the first day of this semester, everybody.”
>You get no replies.
>Of course.
>A lesser teacher would have crumbled under that one instance, but you're a pro!
“So let's skip all the talk of what I expect from you, and just get on with the introductions.”
>A hand raises into the air.
>You follow it to the wielder.
“Yes?”
>It's Rarity.
>”I have to go to the bathroom.”
>You know what she's doing. She doesn't want to be here. At least not with you.
>But right now you're her teacher. Not her caretaker.
“You're in English class, Missy. That's not how we word questions.”
>You give her a smirk, which is matched with a frown.
“But since you've been so kind to volunteer, we'll start with you.”
>Rarity gives you a wide-eyed glare.
“So, your name is—?”
>You say in a singsongy, sarcastic tone.
>She clenches her hands, as the other students watch on.
>You roll your wrist.
>”Ahem...”
>She stands up, and looks around the room.
>”My name is Rarity, darlings. I am a budding fashionista and plan to take my designs on the road. I have a sister who is starting today, and I stay with a useless, incompetent replacement of father," she says, subtly gesturing towards you.
>Some of the students snicker.
>Others look confused.
>You're just getting a little hot under the collar, but your poker face wins out.
“Thank you, Rarity.”
>You look to the next student.
>”Wait! I need to go to the bathroom!”
>You give her a narrow eyed look.
“Word it properly, Miss Rarity and I'll consider letting you go.”
>She huffs audibly.
>”May I please go to the restroom!”
>You cross your arms.
“That's not a question.”
>Her eyes bulge out angrily.
>Through gritted teeth she tries again.
>”May. I. Please. Go. To. The. Restroom?”
“No.”
>Her jaw drops.
“Next one please.”
>Rarity glares daggers at you, but to no effect.
>The students introduce themselves one by one.
>A few of them you'll make a note to remember.
>Rarity raises her hand again.
>You decide to ignore it.
>You apologize to Mags in your mind, but you're sure he's telling you you're doing the right thing.
>The rest of the class goes with you telling the students of how you operate, your curve for grading, and other things.
>Rarity went ignored.
>Before you knew it, the bell went off signaling for the students to head to their next class.
>They all pile out except one.
>”What did you think you were doing?!”
>You sit at your desk looking over your roster for the period after this.
“I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, Rarity. You best get to your next class.”
>She slams her hand down on your desk.
>”You ignored me throughout the whole class, after putting me on the spot!”
>You put your book down, and look at her sternly.
“Don't you have to use the restroom?”
>”Don't toy with me, darling!”
>You cross your arms.
“If there is something you want to say, Rarity, it can wait until after school.”
>She groans.
>”It's bad enough that I have to have you as my guardian, but I have to have you as a teacher too? Get me a transfer!”
>You cock an eyebrow.
“No.”
>”WHY NOT?!”
>Her outburst makes a few passing students peek in.
“This is your first day of a new semester, Rarity. Also, your dad would have my head if he knew I let you have your way like this, when it wouldn't help you.”
>Rarity gasps.
>”Don't talk about my father like— like—”
>You frown now.
“Like he's alive?”
>Rarity looks at you with hurt angry eyes.
>She groans again, and stomps out.
“Make sure you come straight home. Dinner's at six.”
>She looks at you with a glare over her shoulder.
>”I'll be home when I'm home.”
“I'll call the police.”
>”I don't care.”
>She stomps out of the class, the wind making your door slowly waver towards her.
>You put your face in your hands.
“Mags... what do I do...?”
>The bell rings out for the start of the next period.
>This Rarity thing started right after you moved them into your house.
>It took Sweetie a few weeks to even speak to you.
>Rarity has remained the same since.
>She feels you agreed to watch them too quickly. Like you were envious of Magnum, and relished in his death.
>She couldn't be more wrong.
>No matter how many times you set her straight, she'll always see you as “the guy who replaced her father”.
>Soft rapping on the frame alerts you to the presence of a new visitor.
>You peer through your hands.
>”So how was your first class of the year?”
“Principal.”
>She strolls in, and sits on one of the desks.
>To be that desk right now..
>”We're alone. Call me Celest.”
>You take a deep breath, and lean back.
“It went alright. I suppose.”
>”You suppose?”
>You give her a suggestive look.
>”Rarity.”
“Bingo.”
>She puts a hand to her mouth.
>”She still hasn't gotten used to you? I figured she would have by now.”
“Then you'd figure wrong. She still hates me.”
>Celestia shakes her head with a disappointed look.
>”I'm sorry to hear you two aren't getting along. I could talk to her for you if you like.”
>You crack your neck.
“Nah. This is something I have to do. Mags would get angry at me if I didn't.”
>”Magnum. Their father right?”
>You nod.
>Celestia smiles at you.
>”You really admired him, didn't you?”
>You nod again.
“Magnum was a great guy. He was wise beyond his years, and smarter than anyone I know. He had the family I always wanted.”
>Celestia gets off the desk, and moves to yours.
>”Maybe it was more like you wanted to be a part of it yourself?”
>She puts her hand on your shoulder.
>You lick your lips.
“I am part of it. I just don't think I've ever got used to the fact I have to be a part of it without him."
>She nods knowingly.
>”The hardest part of a death is for the ones left behind.”
>It's been a year, and you almost expect Mags to come through your door, and say “Hey buddy! Let's go get some brews eh?”.
>”You didn't come this far to give in now Anon. I think that's why he left them in your hands. Your capable hands.”
>She eases a hand over yours.
>Your breathing speeds up a little.
>”I believe in you. Just remain strong, and believe in yourself.”
>She smiles at you.
>The two of you lock eyes for a long while.
>She leans down towards you.
>She's gonna kiss you...
>She's finally going to—!
>”OH ANON! YOU WON'T BELIEVE HOW LONG I'VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR YOUR CLASS!”
>You and Principal Celestia both jump.
>Sweetie Belle skips into your class room with a wide smile.
>Celestia practically leaps away from you straightening herself.
>She clears her throat.
>”Well then! I'll speak to you later Mr. Anonymous... to follow up on your progress!”
>She speed walks out of the class, making Sweetie's hair flow a little.
>You wipe your head.
“H-hey Sweetie. What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in class?”
>She puts her hands behind her back, as she kicks your door closed.
>”Who was that, Anon?”
“That was the principal. Now answer my question. Aren't you supposed to be in class?”
>She skips over to your side, and sits in your lap.
“Sweetie! What are you doing?”
>She puts her hands on your shoulders.
>”I had to see you. I didn't expect to see you with another woman though. I thought you said you'd never leave me?”
>You give Sweetie a look.
>This side of her never showed before.
>At least not to this extent.
“Sweetie. Go to class.”
>”No.”
>She cups your cheeks.
>Things are getting pretty tense.
>You wonder what Mags would say.
>Sweetie places her little lips on yours.


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>"Hey Dad, can you come here for a minute?"
>You give an uncomfortable grunt and close your web browser.
"Yeah, sure kiddo, hang on."
>You follow the voice to your daughter's bedroom.
>Ever since the death of your wife, it's been just the two of you living in the cramped apartment.
>Still, you slide by the trophy case you managed to squeeze into the hall, it's shelves heavily laden with awards and commendations of all shapes and sizes.
>They're all your daughter's, a real surprise that she managed to be athletic as she is with you for a father.
"Must have gotten it from her mother..."
>You chuckle to yourself as you arrive at the door.
>Despite the fact that she's a teenager, the two of you had agreed on an open door policy, that you might keep one another honest and stay out of trouble, so you can already see some of the piles of clothes peeking out from the edge of the room.
>Sighing, you rap your knuckles twice on the door frame to announce your presence.
>There's a quiet rustling as your baby girl calls out to you.
>"C'mon in, Dad."
>Sure enough, when you round the corner you find your daughter's room in it's usual state of disarray.
>She's not a slob, per-say, you taught her the value of keeping her body clean, but between the countless extracurricular sports and events, she's developed a bad habit of letting her clothing fall where it will and cleaning it up on the weekends.
>Rainbow Dash is stretched out on her bed, her socked toes pointed towards the ceiling as she rests her heels on her butt.
>A book is splayed out in front of her, an actual textbook and not another one of the Daring Do pulp novels, and she seems deeply engrossed in it's contents.
>After a moment, her ripe raspberry colored eyes turn their attention to you and a smile slides across her lips.
>"Hey!"
>You manage a laugh and walk over to the bed, sitting yourself down beside her.
"Hey, Champ. What's going on?"
>Rainbow huffs, blowing her bangs out of her eyes with a tired sigh.
>"Well, it's a little embarrassing, but I can't wrap my head around this assignment. It's just too much information to take in at once, you know?"
>Giving a slight nod of understanding, you place a hand on her shoulder and give it a squeeze.
"Well, just remember that I want you to do the best that you can. I can't ask for anything more than that."
>Your daughter gives another sigh and rolls her eyes.
>"Yeah, well, right now my best is about to get me put on academic probation which means no more sports until I get my grades up. Which could take for-ev-er."
>In an instant, your heart seizes up into your throat as your daughter turns her pretty eyes towards you and bats them slowly.
>"Well, I remembered that I learn best when I'm doing something I love and the information is passing by in the background. So, maybe you could help me study...?"
"Rainbow..."
>"Come on!"
>Your chromatic charge whines, pushing herself up off the bed and leaning her weight against your shoulder.
>"You wouldn't deny your little girl a study session, would you..."
>She leans in closer, her hot breath tickling against your neck and cheek as she whispers lewdly into your ear.
>"...Daddy?"
>In a smooth motion, Rainbow's hand goes down to your crotch and begins gingerly groping your tenting tallywhacker.
>A throaty purr escapes from your daughter as she leans more firmly into you, her small but firm chest rubbing against your arm.
>This continues for several seconds before you sigh and pick up the book.
"Chapter seventeen?"
>Dash gives and excited squeal and bobs her head a few times before dropping onto her knees on the floor.
>Holding the book about chest level, you flip through a few pages to get a grasp on the content, even as the hiss of your zipper descending echoes through the otherwise silent bedroom.
>Your heart pounds in your ears as you feel the cool air rubbing against your stiff schlong, occasionally tickled by your daughter's hot breath.
>"Whenever you're ready."
>Even though you can't see her face beyond the book, the half-lidded expression isn't something you haven't seen before.
>Clearing your throat, you begin by going over the terminology used in the chapter and it's definitions.
>As you continue down the list, you feel a velvety wetness descend around the length of your dick, starting at the tip and working it's way down to about halfway before sliding back again.
>Close clipped cuticles caress churning cum compartments, promising a prolific explosion in the near future as you reach the end of the definitions and start into the meat of the text.
>A quarter of the way through the chapter, Rainbow has managed to work your entire dick into her mouth, taking a slow, leisurely pace as she massages every inch of your cock with her mouth.
>By the midpoint, she's changed tactics, adopting a series of gentle kisses and licks all along the shaft and your testicles as well.
>You can feel her whispering words against your strained, swollen flesh, and even though you can't make them out you're rather sure that it's meant to be encouragement.
>Making your way towards the end of the section, Rainbow moves back to caring for you with her mouth, her eager lips curling up and down your pecker.
>The book finally closes with a smack, giving your daughter the go ahead to finish up.
>Setting aside the accursed thing, you finally meet your daughter's eyes again.
>She looks up at you with a glimmer of love and devotion that can only be shared between a child to their parent.
>Her attention focuses again towards the top of your dick, one hand working the rest of the shaft while the other toys with your testicles.
>With a grunt, you place a hand on the back of her head, pulling her back enough that only the tip of your dick sits in her mouth.
>Rainbow's eyes widen as you shoot splooge onto her tongue, a lewd moan escaping from the back of her throat as she visibly squirms under your attention.
>As you watch, your daughter's colorful eyes roll back into her head, even as thin lines of cock cream slip out from either side of her mouth.
>Several seconds later, her wits return and she swallows your load before pulling her head away from your dick and licking up the remainder on her lips.
>She eyes your crotch again before leaning in and planting a delicate kiss against the tip.
>"I feel pretty confident now... thanks, Daddy."
>Reaching down, you rub your hand through er hair affectionately and smile.
"Anything for my little Dashie."
>Color seeps into the girl's face as she rolls her eyes and tries to hold back an embarrassed laugh.
>"D-Dad, come on! I'm not a kid anymore."
>Your hand slides down to her chin and you lift her head so she's looking at you again.
"Maybe. But you'll always be Daddy's little girl."
>Rainbow gives a quiet groan of protest, but the smile on her lips tells another story.
>After putting away your trouser terror, she zips you back up and gives a final affectionate nuzzle against your crotch.
>"Thanks again, Dad. Can I call you if I need help studying anything else?"
>You give a tired chuckle and nod.
"Sure, but wait until after dinner. I'm not good at studying as I used to be."
>Dash smiles and nods before hopping back up onto her bed.
>As you're walking out, you hear her call out to you.
>"That might be true, but you're the only study buddy I'd ever want..."
>Smirking, you shake your head and leave your daughter to her homework.