>"Anon's here, girls!" Twilight quickly introduces you to her friends as you sit down in the living room.
>You're not really wondering why she up and invited you out of the blue to her slumber party, but whatevs, there's a bunch of hot girls in pajamas and that's enough for you to not really care.
>Maybe you can work some of your non-existent skills and get some girl action.
>Or better yet, watch them lez out in some serious girl on girl action.
>That's what happens at slumber parties, after all.
>Right?
>You're broken out of your train of thought by Twilight grabbing your arm and dragging you over to the coffee table where the other girls have gathered.
">Oh my god, Anon, you have to get your nails painted."
>Wut.
>Apparently Rarity has broken out her nails kit, you can see the various colors and swabs situated on the table.
>Of course, makeovers at a girly sleepover. Makes perfect sense.
>You'll put up with it, you guess. Especially if it gets you a chance at some action later on.
"What color do you want to try, Anon?" Rarity asks.
>You've never done this before in your life.
"I've never done this before in my life," you state.
>The girls sort of blink at you and throw you confused looks.
>"O-oh, you must be the more rugged type then, Anon."
>Rugged? You like the sound of that.
>"I think this purple would go lovely with your skin, Anon." Rarity says, as she begins mixing the colors.
"Sure, if you think it will look good."
>Rarity begins to paint your nails. Her long, slender fingers brush lightly over your hands as she works.
>There isn't really much to your nails to paint, you've always kept them short and clipped neatly because your father had always bestowed the wisdom of "guys with long nails and fucking faggots" to you when you were just a wee lad.
>Rarity works intently, and soon your nails are painted a dark violet color.
>She looks satisfied, quickly painting them with a sealer, and blowing ever so gently with her breathe to dry your nails.

>"Aaaaaaand finished~!" Rarity sing-songs as she leans back.
>You glance down at the nails. They don't look bad. The purple suits your green skin and your fingers are all tingly from the lightness of Rarity's touch.
>Not the most manly moment, but whatever.
"Thanks, Rarity," you say, "Looks beautiful. 
>Might as well compliment her, make her feel good and start the slow Anon charm train going.
>Rarity smiles.
>"Oh it's not a problem, Anon. All girls should look fabulous."
>Guy. But whatever. 
>You scooch back to your chair as Rarity begins to start on Fluttershy's nails.
>You're still looking down at your fingers when Twilight bumps into your side as she sits down next to you.
"Thanks for coming, Anon. I wasn't sure it was the right choice to invite you, but I can clearly see you fitting right in with us."
>You shrug.
"Not a problem, glad to be here."
>She unrolls a magazine she had been carrying in her armpit and leans against you.
>She starts saying something as she flips open the magazine, but you're far too busy staring as the opening in her pajama top to listen.
>You can clearly see the traces of a pink bra hugging her slim chest tightly.
>With the way she is leaned against you, her arm has squeezed up against her breast, causing it to pop slightly over the bra.
>You're almost in visible nipple territory, captain.
>Lean further!
>Just as your about to move, Twilight waves a hand in front of your face.
>"Anon, you there?"
>You blink, tearing your vision away from the forbidden zone, and turn your attention to Twilight.
"Yeah, just zoned out a bit there, sorry."
>You focus back on the magazine.
>There's a pin-up of a half naked guy standing there. His upper body looks like it has been sculpted out of pure muscle, his abs are chiseled and tight, and his upper body and arms are huge enough to be admirable, but not so large to be unsightly. His body glistens as if it was covered in some oily substance.

 
>You also notice the massive stiffy the model has, barely contained in his tight underwear. Clearly fluffed before hand.
>Ugh, girly mags. You guess it's the female equivalent of the porn ones you have, except written with a lot of "oh my gods" and "he's so hooot" instead.
>"I was just saying, isn't Brick Hardstone just the best?" Twilight says as she stares dreamily at the model on the magazine page.
>You can appreciate the amount of effort put in the male physique. Admiring that is perfectly normal. He's definitely pretty hot, you think.
"Yeah, he's definitely pretty hot. Nice abs." You nod.
>Twilight giggles, "Yeah he's so great."
>Something dings in the other room.
>Pinkie Pie shoots up from her seat. "Cookies are dooone!" She screams, bouncing out into what you assume in the kitchen area.
>Twilight closes her magazine and looks up at you. "I'll go help, you can stay here, Anon."
>She too heads out into the kitchen.
>You watch her for a few seconds, and when you turn back, Rainbow has moved over a bit closer to you. 
>Rarity, Fluttershy and Applejack are still around the coffee table getting their nails painted.
"Not getting your nails painted, Rainbow?" You ask.
>"Pfft, that's for girly girls, you know. I'm too cool for that." She tosses her hair back as if that makes it a fact.
>She moves closer.
>You look at her as she leans in.
>"S-so... like... Anon... have you ever..." 
>You can barely hear her.
"What?" You ask a bit too loud.
>She shushes you.
>"Not so loud!"
"Jeez, calm down out of it, I didn't hear you."
>She looks away, unable to meet your eyes.
>"I asked if you have ever kissed someone before."
>Bit out of nowhere question, huh.
>Probably just wants some advice. Fucking up your first kiss is one of those horror stories that haunt people for years.
"Yeah, I have."
>She leans back in shock. 
>"N-no way! Really?!"
>This time her voice is too loud.
>Rarity, Fluttershy and Applejack look over.

>"You'll wake the neighbors yelling like that, Rainbow," Rarity chastises.
>"Anon's already had his first kiss!" She exclaims, before clamping her hands over her mouth.
>Great, now everyone in the neighborhood knows.
>Rarity and the girls quickly focus on you, even Fluttershy glances as you through her hair.
>"Ooooooh~! Is that true, Anon?" Rarity asks.
>"He looks like a quick mover." Applejack adds.
>Oh great, now they think you're whore. Damn, it was only one girl at some LAN meetup a while back.
>God, you barely remember her name.
"Thanks, Rainbow. Really."
>You sigh as Rainbow looks away guiltily.
>Rarity claps her hands together.
>"Anon, you must give the poor girl advice." She gestures at Rainbow. "Obviously she needs some help."
>Ouch, catty comment galore.
>Rainbow buries her head in her hands.
>"Please kill me."
>You try not to laugh.
>Whatever, might as well humor them.
"Alright, kissing tips for you girls. Listen up!"
>The four of them huddle around you expectantly. 
"Guys love a little bit of tongue. You don't need to go jamming it in or anything, but just a little flick is fine. Some guys will no doubt just want to shove their tongue down your throat, if you're in to that, cool, if not, a little bite or something to scare them off will work.
>You're basically just reciting shit you've read online in your fap stories. You have no idea if it's right or not.
"Also, try to grab a bit of their shirt when they lean in, and pull them towards you. Guys will find that hot as all hell. Standing on your tippy toes is also really cute."
>Rainbow and Fluttershy are looking at you as if you just descended from heaven with the four rules of how to smash, eyes wide open and mouths agape.
>Applejack is shaking her head.
>Rarity has a dangerous gleam in her eyes.

>You place your hands on your hips and nod.
"That's pretty much the guide on how to get a decent kiss. Mostly up to personal preferences and all."
>"Didn't know you had so much experience, Anon." Rarity teases. 
>Your shrug.
"You pick up a few things, you know."
>Just mysterious enough to sound cool.
>Now all of these girls think you're a puss slayer.
>Fucking sweet. Action tonight definitely.
>Applejack scoffs.
>"That sounds like a load of baloney, Anon. Right out of a chick magazine."
>Oh shit, she knows.
>Rarity laughs.
>"Don't be jealous Anon knows more than you, Applejack." She winks at AJ.
>"Gosh darn it, Rarity. I've kissed guys before too. Anon's not the only one!" Applejack gives Rarity a cold stare.
>She's totally mad.
>"Ah'm not mad!"
>Oh shit, that slipped out. Wasn't supposed to. 
>AJ's now giving you the stink eye.
>You find a very interesting corner of the room to look at.
>Damn, that is some nice corner workmanship, the way those edges come together and shit.
>Rarity finally finishes her nails, packing away her supplies neatly. She has a devious grin on her lips as she looks at Applejack.
>"If you're such an expert on kissing, Applejack, then I dare you to kiss Anon!" 
>"B-b.... huh?"
>AJ turns to Rarity, flabbergasted. 
>"What did you just say?"
>Rarity shrugs, inspecting her nails.
>"I mean, it's only one kiss after all, from the rough and tough cowgirl. Can't be too difficult of a task for an expert. Surely now."
>Rarity has played her trap card.

>Applejack isn't looking too hot right now.
>In fact you're sure you can see several drops of sweat beaded on her forehead.
>Her eyes are bouncing back between Rarity's smug face, and yours.
>You're just sorta sat there, not really sure what to do.
>Probably should thank Rarity though for setting this situation up.
>Either Applejack follows through on her bravado, or Rarity never lets her live this moment down.
>Your odds for some action are looking rather good at the moment.
>"Ah'm not kissing Anon!" Applejack says.
>"Why, because he would be your first, or you're scared of being showed up?" Rarity teases.
>Damn this girl is cold af.
"I won't bite." 
>"Shut up!" Applejack points at you, "You don't get a say in this!"
>"Can we please sto-" Fluttershy chimes in.
"WE'VE GOT COOKIES!" Pinkie's sing-song voice blasts through the tense atmosphere as she and Twilight return with a steaming hot tray of what looks like delicious chocolate chip cookies.
>She slams the tray down on the table, the cookies almost jumping off the pan.
>Applejack breathes a sigh of relief.
>"What were you guys talking about?" Twilight asks as she settles back on the floor next to you.
>Rarity giggles and Applejack looks away.
>"Um... Rarity dared Applejack to kiss Anon." Fluttershy says meekly.
>Pinkie does a 180 to face Rarity.
>"Rarity!" Her tone sounds like that of a mother about to scold her bitchy daughter.
>"You know we said to wait until after the cookies to start truth or dare!"
>And like that, the tension in the room is gone entirely.
>"Is that true, Anon?" Twilight asks as she reaches for a cookie.
"Yeah, Rainbow wanted kissing tips so I gave a few. Applejack disagreed."
>You hear Rainbow sigh.
>Twilight looks disappointed. 
>Quick, salvage the moment Anon!
"I mean, we could play truth or dare now, I guess. Unless you guys had something else planned out, of course."
>Smooth, Anon.
>Smooth like sandpaper over genital warts.

>Twilight shrugs.
>You look around at the other girls. They seem indifferent to the idea.
>Eventually all eyes turn to Pinkie.
>She's staring at you with a unreadable expression, as if she is trying to gauge whether to hug you or stab you.
>She breaks out into a smile.
>"Anon's got the right idea!" She exclaims as she sits down.
>Truth and dare with six chicks.
>God has blessed you with this moment.
>It is now up to you to take advantage of the opportunity laid out before you.
>And score some tight wet pinkness.
>"And before somebody decides to chicken out, here's Pinkie to save the day!"
>Pinkie reaches behind one of the chairs, and pulls out a massive bag. 
>You can hear the bottles inside clank and bounce off of each other as she places it gently down on the coffee table next to the cookies.
>"P-Pinkie... is that alcohol?!" Twilight's eyes bulge open as she stares at the bag. "When did you bring that in?!"
>"Yeehaw, now it's a party!" Applejack chimes in.
>Truth and dare with six chicks...and booze.
>You mouth a silent prayer and thank you to the good lord above.
>"I never reveal my secrets, Twilight!" Pinkie begins to take the bottles out of the bag, placing them on the table.
>Holy shit, there's everything. Vodka, tequila, some weird korean looking shit, cans of stuff so brightly colored that you can practically taste the sugar already.
>"Um... aren't we underage... for drinking?" Fluttershy asks as she leans in to inspect the bottles.
>"Pfft, come on, Fluttershy, live a little." Rainbows reaches over and nabs one of the pink looking cans.
>"On that ah have to agree." Applejack grabs a can of Blackhorse beer and pops the tab.
>Twilight and Fluttershy look very unsure about what to do.
"Oh, it'll be fun, don't worry. Here, let me mix you a drink, Twilight."
>You grab some of the vodka.
"Got any sprite and some glas-?"
>Before the words are out of your mouth, Pinkie has already gone and returned from the kitchen with glasses and mix.

>You pour a small amount of vodka into two glasses, and top it off generously with sprite. 
"Here. Have a taste."
>You take a sip from your own glass. The alcohol is barely detectable.
>Twilight seems a bit more reserved, eyeing her glass carefully before finally raising the drink to her lips.
>Her eyes light up as she tastes it.
>"Wow, you can barely taste it. Thanks, Anon."
>Soon enough everyone has had a drink and a few cookies. The truth or dare game finally starts.
>The first few rounds are boring and mostly innocent.
>The girls go back and forth mostly taking truths and having to answer about which boys in CHS they find hot.
>Traditional girl talk. You zone out and focus on your drink. Perhaps a bit too much focus.
>Soon enough it starts to hit you, the lightweight you are.
>That groggy, slurred sensation, the warmth in your belly and the pleasant light-headed feeling all help relax you.
>You notice it on some of the other girls too.
>Fluttershy is leaned back against a chair, eyes closed, humming to herself. \
>Rainbow and Applejack seem to silently battling each other over who can drink more, each time one of them goes for a sip, the other follow suit, and you can clearly see their eyes are locked onto each other.
>Pinkie has several cans of brightly colored booze stacked neatly in front of her. Her bubbly attitude is still there and she barely seems to suffering any side effects whatsoever. 
>Rarity sips on some type of wine very conservatively, though you can make out a slight droopiness in her eyes.
>Twilight seems to be entirely focused on whatever story that Pinkie is telling, looking at her wide-eyed as she cradles her glass close to her lips with two hands.
>"Don't forget about, Anon. We haven't asked him yet!" Twilight's voice breaks you out of your stupor.
"Huh? Ask me what?"
>"Truth or dare, Anon?"
>Oh right, the game.
>You shake your head.
>Come on, focus up, lightweight.
"Truth.'
>Play it safe the first few rounds.

>Besides if it's a really personal question, you can always either deflect or lie. Whatever.
>"Who do you think is the hottest guy in school?" Twilight leans in as she asks you.
>You chuckle.
>Not sure whether it's the booze or not, but your reservations about calling guys hot is unable to be found. It's not weird to gauge male attractiveness as another male, right?
>At worst it's just a joke anyways.
>You place your glass on the table, and tap your chin as you think.
"I dunno, that's a hard question. Lot's of attractive guys at CHS."
>Some of the girls giggle.
>"Probably Flash, honestly. Captain of the football team. He's probably got some nice abs or whatever."
>The alcohol works its way into your mouth.
"Probably fucks pretty good too." You joke.
>"Anon!" Twilight gags on her drink.
>Applejack covers her face with her hands.
>Fluttershy still seems to be humming to herself and rocking back and forth.
>Rainbow does a huge spit take over the table... and Rarity.
>"RAINBOW DASH!" Rarity screeches as she stands, covered in a mixture of Rainbow's spit and booze. "MY HAIR, YOU MONSTER!"
>Everyone breaks into chuckles, including you.
>Rarity storms into the kitchen. She returns with a towel, drying herself off. She's absolutely seething as she sits back down. You watch the murderous glare she gives Rainbow.
>"Oh come on, Rarity, it's just a lil' booze. Probably not the worse you've been covered in." Applejack smirks into her can.
>Rarity doesn't respond. She turns her head towards AJ. There's an unsettling smile on her face.
"Truth or Dare, sweetie?"
>The smirk disappears from AJ's. "Uhh..."
>Rarity's creepy grin doesn't fade.
>"Truth, ah guess."
>No sooner had the words left her mouth had Rarity's grin shifted into something much more sinister.
>"Was your first kiss with your brother?"
>You could hear each individual breathe in the air. Even through the booze, you can see each of the girls become much more alert in their appearance.

>"Rarity, I don't think that's-" Twilight starts to interrupt.
>"Well she can choose dare if she wants, Twilight." Rarity spits back in a way too friendly tone.
>Applejack is glancing at Rarity with a dark expression.
>"Ah'm gonna ignore that just because I took a shot at you. Fine, dare." Her words are cold.
>The smile on Rarity's face twists even more.
>She planned this, you realize.
>"I dare you to kiss, Anon!"
>And just like that the night had come full circle.
>"Ah'm not kissing Anon either!" AJ crosses her arms.
>"According to rule 21-2-3 of the official rule book of truth or dare, if an individual refuses to answer the truth and do the dare proposed to them, they have to finish the remainder of their drink immediately." Pinkie popped up, reading out of a small, black rule book she had pulled from god knows where.
>Rarity swirled the wine in her glass.
>"What's it going to be, Applejack?"
>Applejack looked back towards her drink. It was a can she had just opened a moment ago. 
>You could see the faint green tint on her face.
>Chugging that entire can probably wasn't going to be easy.
>"Fine, Ah'll do your stupid dare!"
>"Are you sure that's okay with Anon?" Twilight asks, looking towards you.
>You shrug.
"Doesn't bother me.
>"Sure you won't find it icky? You know..." Twilight gestured at you with her hand.
>The gears in your brain are turning too slow.
>"Girls... and... cooties and everything." Twilight finishes.
>You clear your throat and look at Applejack.
"Who would ever turn down a kiss from Applejack?"
>"Shut up, Anon!" Applejack shouts at you.
>She jabbed a finger at Rarity.
>'You're going to regret this."
>She marches over your way.
>You can see the obvious blush on her face as she sits down in front of you.
>She leans in and quickly pecks you on the cheek.
>"THERE! DONE!" AJ exclaims.
>Rarity gives her a bored look.
>"You know that doesn't count. A real kiss... unless you're too chicken." She swirls the wine in her glass again.
>You are Anon.
>And you’re about to get some action.
>Lip on lip, but considering all things, you’re not gonna complain.
>Applejack’s face is half split between unimaginable anger at Rarity, and a deep red blush as she looks at the floor, refusing to make eye contact with you.
>Half-angry, half-embarrassed.
>It’s really hot.
>Like damn.
>”Y-you’re going to git y-yours, Rarity! Jus’ you wait!” Applejack sputters out.
>It doesn’t sound like a very convincing threat.
>Applejack faces you again.
>You sit up a bit straighter.
>She still can’t look at you in the eyes, her eyes darting nervously to the side. Her face is so red it’s like something painted her face. It makes her freckles stand out so much more.
>”Ya’ll want a real kiss? Fine!”
>Everyone in the room is sort of watching now, with varying expressions of interesting. Except for Rarity, she still maintains that cool, aloof looking face. 
>You’re watching Rarity through the corner of your eye when Applejack grabs both sides of your face with her hands.
>She whips your head forward before you can even react.
>Applejack has her eyes squeezed shut. You instinctively close yours as well.
>You barely manage to take a breath before your faces meet.
>Something in the back of your head shrieks “Remember the rules!”
>And then your lips meet.
>AJ’s lips are soft and moist. You can feel her body freeze momentarily, but you push forward, pressing your own mouth against hers. Your hand goes around her back and you pull her in even deeper.
>Your tongue finds a gap between her lips, and you prod it cautiously, poking forward slowly.
>Her own tongue gently presses against yours, and the two of you explore each other’s mouth lustfully. Tossing and turning and pressing.
>You can taste apples, funny enough.
>Her breath is hot, and when you feel it in your mouth and against your face, electrify courses through your body.
>God, are you glad you’re wearing jeans right now or else everyone would see Mini Anon standing at attention.
>Back and forth your tongues clash, her saliva meshing with yours.
>She moans into your mouth, as you give one final assault, tangling your tongue in hers and pulling her back in.
>Finally you relent, biting gently into her lip on the way out. 
>Both of you part lips, a quiet ‘pop’ noise breaking the silence in the room as the last strand of saliva connecting both your mouths falls away and breaks.
>Time fades back in slowly.
>You’re aware of everyone in the look staring at you.
>Even Rarity has her wine glass gripped tightly.
>Applejack still has her eyes closed when she backs away. She takes a step backwards; stumbling over Rainbow’s leg and falls into the chair she had been sitting in previously.
>When she opens her eyes, they are glazed over, and she blinks unevenly.
>Her face has this goofy smile.
>She doesn’t speak, but sits there silently, smiling to herself.
>Everyone else is still staring at you.
“That’s why you follow the rules,” you announce.
>And the trance in the room is broken.
>You hear Rainbow take a deep breath as several of the others finally look away.
>Twilight rubs the back of her head nervously.
>”S-so… it’s your turn now, Applejack…” She says, looking over at AJ. 
>…

>”Applejack?”
>Pinkie waves a hand in front of Applejack. “Earth to Applejack, are you there?”
>Applejack doesn’t respond, still sitting there in her dream-like trance.
>”APPLEJACK!” Pinkie snaps her fingers right in AJ’s face.
>Applejack blinks, then shakes her head. “Huh…. W-what?”
>Everyone is now looking at her.
>”W-what are y-ya’ll looking at me like that fer?” She looks around.
>”Seems like Anon was the more experienced kisser,” Rarity declares, taking a sip of her wine.
>Applejack blushes even harder.
>”He just caught me off guard, is all!”
>“Where’d you learned to kiss like that, Anon?” Rainbow leans over towards you.
“Guys like me are just naturally that good,” You nod your head and wink at AJ.
>Applejack refuses to look at you.
“Anyway it’s your turn, AJ.”
>”Ah’m not kissing anyone else!” Applejack crosses her arms.
“No, I mean truth or dare.”
>She pouts.
>”Ah know what you meant!”
>She clears her throat and takes a deep breath.
>Before turning to Rarity.
>Rarity stops sipping on her wine.
>”Surely we’ve moved past such petty rivalry, AJ?” 
>Her voice is several octaves higher than before.
>Almost sounds like she might be worried.
>Applejack shakes her head.
>”Ya’ll got yerself into this, Rarity.”
>Rarity shrugs.
>”I’m not afraid to kiss, darl-“
>Applejack holds up a finger to cut her off midsentence.
>”Ah dare ya to strip out of your pajamas, down to yer underwear.”
>You gag on your drink, trying to cover it up with a cough.
>No one seems to notice it however. 
>You hear Rainbow swallow very hard next to you.
>Pinkie and Twilight are also extremely absorbed with the situation, leaning forward as they stare at Rarity.
>Fluttershy seems completely unaware of what’s happen, still nodding her head as she hums to herself. Her face is flushed. 
>Definitely because of the alcohol.
>Rarity’s eyes seem like two tiny pinpricks in a sea of white.
>She laughs, off-pitch.
>”H-hahahaha-a.” She gives a weak smile. “That’s a good one, AJ.”
>Applejack puts her hands on her hips, “It’s either that or yer truth, and trust me, you don’t want to hear the truth.”
>”How could it be any worse tha-“
>”Would be a mighty shame if someone had to reveal how their date last week ended, wouldn’t it?” AJ interrupts.
>Rarity grips her glass so tight her knuckles become even whiter.
>You swear you can see her shiver.
>She takes a deep breathe. 
>”You know it’s on after this, don’t you, darling?” She says emotionlessly.
>Applejack smirks. “Try to do yer worse. But first, down to your undies, glamor girl!”
>Rarity tilts back her wine glass, draining the entire thing in a few swallows.
>”You should prepare your funeral now, sweetie. Just to get a head start.”
>She rises from the couch and smacks her empty glass down on the table.
>Standing at her full height, it’s only now you realize how incredibly shapely Rarity is. The relaxed pajamas had hidden most of her curves when she was sitting on the floor, but now they hug her frame much more tightly.
>You’re sure the hourglass shape of the female body must have been discovered on her and her alone. 
>And this is with the pajamas on.
>God only knows what’s underneath.
>You swallow hard.
>Rarity jabs a finger at Applejack. “Watch how a real lady doesn’t make excuses.”
>She fumbles with her top, unbuttoning it slowly from the button.
>You see her fingers trembling.
>And then the first part of her stomach becomes visible.
>Porcelain white, slim and concave. Not an ounce of unwanted fat. Her belly button sinks inward, the only mark on her otherwise perfect stomach.

>You’ve never wanted to fuck a belly button before, but right now you’re feeling you could make an exception.
>And then the top falls away as Rarity undoes the last few buttons. It slides off her arms and gently lands on the couch.
>Rarity doesn’t give you a chance to see much as she immediately bends down and places her hands on the waistband of her pants.
>She mumbled something underneath her breath.
>She wiggles her hips as she thumbed the waistband.
>Slowly, she lowers her pants.
>You only just realize how long you’ve been holding your breath.
>And her pants only go lower. Past her thighs, past her knees, her shins, finally resting on the ground as she steps out of them.
>She eventually stands up, showing off her whole body and wrapping her arms underneath her breasts, popping them out more.
>And oh god, is it something.
>Her bra and panties are a matching lacy, dark purple, contrasting her alabaster skin sharply. Her breasts rise and fail with each breath, and you can see her body shiver slightly.
>The top part of her breasts spill healthily over the top of the bra, and the slimness of the rest of her upper body only makes her tits look bigger than they already are. And yet they appear perky and tight, sticking out off her chest instead of hanging there.
>At least double D’s, you imagine.
>Your eyes drift lower, settling on her hips.
>Whoever had defined hourglass as a shape for chicks must have had Rarity as a model.
>Her hips curved outwards slowly from her petite stomach, and as you followed them with your eyes, you weren’t sure they were ever going to end.
>The thigh gap on the inside was prominent, and the buttfangs only made you wonder how phat the ass could actually be.
>Her dark panties hugged her waist closely, and you could see the imprint where it slightly compacted her thick legs and curvy thighs.
>From there, her legs seemed to stretch on, slenderer than you could possibly imagine. 
>Even her feet are immaculate, pedicured to perfection, with her toenails painted the same color as her fingernails.
>Like a goddess.

>Rarity crosses her legs and sits back down on the couch, scoffing.
>”It’s like you all have never seen a proper lady before,” she says with a huff.
>You realize just how far you’ve been leaning forward, and slowly sit back.
>You glance around at the others.
>Rainbow is blushing furiously, and you can swear she is biting her lip.
>Pinkie seems to be smiling contently, looking at Rarity with a gleam in her eyes.
>Twilight is staring very intently at the top of her glass, tracing the edges with her finger.
>Fluttershy is still zoned out.
>And Applejack has found a very interesting corner of the coffee table to gaze at.
>Once again you are extremely thankful for your jeans.
>Rarity pours herself another glass of wine, slowly taking a sip as she relaxes her shoulders.
>”Well then, if you are all done staring, it’s my turn again.” She says coolly.
>Her eyes dart over to Applejack.
>AJ perks up at her glance.
>”Hey now, you can’t be asking me again!”
>Rarity shrugs, tilting her head up dismissively.
>”I can dare whoever I want, there’s no rules about not being able to choose the same person twice.”
>Actually, in section 23-2-“ Pinkie starts to interrupt but Rarity shoots her a very dangerous look at the girl immediately clamps her hand over her own mouth.
>”Now then, if there are no other objections. Applejack, truth or dare.”
>Applejack scowls and crosses her arms.
>Rainbow taps you on the shoulder suddenly.
>You turn and look at her but she waves you in.
>As you lean in she starts to whisper.
>”H-hey, Anon, can I ask you something?”
“You just did.”
>She smacks you on the arm.
>”No you dweeb! You know what I mean!” She hisses into your ear.
>You shrug.
“Sure.”

>You don’t hear what Rarity said to Applejack, but Applejack suddenly shouts.
>”AH AM NOT DOING THAT!”
>You try to turn and look but Rainbow grabs your hand and begins to drag you out of the room.
>”Come on! Not here.” She states as she pulls you away from the rest of the girls, and up the nearby stairway. 
>You watch several rooms pass by, half intoxicated and not really paying much attention to your surroundings.
>You do feel Rainbow’s hand squeezing yours harder and harder as she pulls you along. Her grip is warm and firm.
>It’s nice.
>You break out of your trance when she shuts the door behind you after dragging you into a bedroom. From all the purple colors, books and nerd shit, it no doubt belongs to Twilight.
>Rainbow circles around and sits on the edge of the bed, leaving you standing in the middle of the room.
>She rubs her arm as she looks down at the floor silently.
>You decide to break the awkward silence first.
“So… what did you want?”
>Rainbow picks at her nails for several seconds, seemingly unable to answer.
>Eventually she speaks.
>”So… l-like, you know what guys like, right?” She spits out, her words uneven and broken.
>You think.
>What guys like was a very broad category. You’re pretty sure she means about guys, but hey, it’s more fun to tease her.
“Like video games and stuff like that, you know.”
>”Oh my god, what do guys like about girls, you ass!” She groans into her hands and covers her face.
“Oh… yeah I guess I know what guys like.”
>She perks up, looking at you.
>”So…like… do you t-think… what w-ould… would t-they?” She stutters over her words.
>You’re not even sure what the hell she wants at this point.
“I’m not sure what you’re asking, Dash.”
>”Oh my god, I want to die.” She whines.
>Suddenly she stands up, advancing towards you.
>”Like you saw Rarity, and I know that might not be your type, but she’s still… like… very… attractive to guys, right?” She says, the last few words slow and unsure.
>Was Rarity your type?
>Did you have a type?
>She was a bit too prissy for your taste, even with the body of an angel and enough tits to smother on.
“Yeah, I can say that dudes would definitely be all over Rarity. Why is that important?”
>Rainbow is closer to you now, only about an arms length away.
>”You saw her… her b-… her chest and everything. She looks just like those models in Twilight’s magazines.” 
>The more she talks, the worse her stuttering becomes and the lower her voice gets.
>You almost have to lean in to hear her.
“And…?”
>”Do you think… that guys would like…m-…t…-“ Her last words fizzle out.
“Like…? Like… what?”
>She mumbles something quietly, looking away.
>You can see the blush on her face.
“I didn’t get that.”
>”DO YOU THINK GUYS WOULD LIKE MY TITS?” She yells suddenly at you.
>You blink.
“W-hat?”

>She continues on like she hasn’t even heard you.
>”Rarity has got these massive melons strapped right to her chest. That’s what guys like, right?! I mean, I’ve seen some of those weird magazines and everything with the porn, and like, almost all the girls have massive tits. So that’s what guys want in a girl want, that perfect hourglass shape, big hips, soft and feminine, that’s like the ideal girl, right? And here I am, none of that. Small boobs, barely any hips. I mean, I know I’m the captain of the soccer team at CHS but like, that’s gotta count for something, right? Some dude has to appreciate smaller boobs, right? And some want a tough girl too, someone who’s not afraid of a little exercise and everything…”
>She keeps stepping closer and closer to you.
>You lose track of what she was saying, instead focusing on her trembling body.
>Rainbow has her eyes closed as well, as she seemingly vents all of her insecurities at you in her half-drunk state.
>You’re really not sure what to do.
>So you take a look at her body.
>Would guys actually like Dash’s body?
>There’s only the dim light of the night illuminating the room as you glance over Rainbow. She’s wearing a short, dark tank top. Traces of her bra straps stick out here and there but it’s too dark to make out it’s color. You can see the tone in her arms, the muscles contracting and becoming easily apparently as she gestures during her rant.
>You can also see the bottom of her stomach, and it is much more toned that Rarity’s, with the small indentation of abs with certain movements of hers.
>Her athletic shorts also highlight her muscular legs and toned thighs. She looks like she could outrun most of the school, if not everyone.
>You refocus on her chest.
>Her breasts are definitely smaller than Rarity’s, sitting comfortably underneath her shirt.
>If you had to choose between DFC and DCT, you’re not sure what you would pick.
>But it’s like your dad always told you.
>It’s not the size of what you’re packing, it’s how effective the chloroform is.
>Or something like that.
>The moonlight washes over Dash’s body in a way that highlights how slim, yet alethic she is. Moderate breasts suit someone of her type. 
>In your half-drunken state, you almost want to lean in and kiss her.
“Yeah, I think your tits are pretty good.”
>Almost instantly, she stops her rant and freezes up.
>”You… mean it?”
“I mean, you’re clearly a good athlete, right? One of the best at CHS. Your body is suited to that. Besides it’s not always about size, it’s how you present it. And personality plays a big part as well. Rarity may have big ass tits, but she’s a bit of a snob. I bet you’re cooler than her.”
>”You-You’re just saying that!” She jabs a finger at you.
>She then points to her chest. 
>”No one could like small boobs. You’ve got so much more to play with when they’re huge.”
“I think you’re missing the point.”
>”And hers have to be so much softer, and guys are looking at them all the time.”
“Holy shit, Dash, your tits are fine.”
>She grabs your hand.
>Her strong grip doesn’t give you an opportunity to pull away.
>”I mean, you can barely see them let alone feel them!”
>She slams your hand on her tits.
>”See what I mea-……n” Her sentence dries up as she realizes what she has done.
>You can feel the panicky rhythm of her heartbeat as you hand lays there on her chest. It pounds away restlessly, and each thump reverberates through her breasts and into her hands.
>The second thing you feel is the heat from her chest. 
>And then there’s the breast itself.
>While not as big as Rarity’s, it’s still almost a handful. It’s soft enough to relent underneath your grip, and you can feel her erect nipple poking the bottom of the palm of your hand.
>You instinctively squeeze it.
>Rainbow moans.
>”A-an-on!” She breathes heavily.
>You give another squeeze, thumbing your way over her nipple.
>Her legs tremble and she bites one of her fingers.
>You put your other hand on her breasts, working your thumb and pointer finger over the nipple. Pinching and pulling gently as your caress her tits.
>Rainbow begins to seize up, her legs shaking so much that they threaten to give out. You guide her back to the bed and she falls onto to it.
>You fall with her, the two of you ending up almost face to face.
>Her magenta eyes shine in the moonlight, and she looks up at you, breathing heavily. It tickles your nose and cheeks gently.
>Her long hair is splayed out behind her in a mess.
>Her entire body shivers with anticipation.
>”B-but I thought y-you we-“
>You interrupt her by placing a finger on her lips.
“I like girls like you, too.”

>You lean in.
>She does as well.
>Her first kiss is so soft and tentative, a small peck on your lips that you’re not sure was ever really there to begin with.
>You meet her lips slowly as well, letting her set the initial pace.
>Her next kiss is fiercer, and she places her mouth solidly against yours, as if gauging your strength. 
>You return the kiss evenly, and instead of pulling away for a quick breath, you push deeper, keeping your lips locked against hers.
>She wasn’t expecting that, breathing gently into your mouth and moaning in response. The kisses that follow are more intense and intimate, each one lasting longer and longer.
>One of your hands finds its way to her hand, and you lace your fingers through hers. She locks her fingers around yours, trapping both your hands in a warm embrace.
>Your other hand works back to her stomach as you slip a hand underneath her shirt and work your way up slowly.
>She feels the sensation of your fingers tickling their way up her chest, and presses her mouth harder against yours.
>Under the shirt, her breast feels much fuller. Her nipple sticks into your palm, enticing you as you trace circles around her areola to tease her.
>She grips your hand tighter.
>You pinch her nipple ever so slightly.
>Her entire body quivers underneath you, and you can feel her tense and spasm.
>You slip your tongue against her lips and find a slight gap there. Cautiously you prod into her mouth as she moans again. 
>You feel her arm wrap around your back as she pulls you closer to her.
>Your hand continues to play with her breast, pinching, pulling and teasing. Every flick, every touch, it sends ripples of electricity down Rainbow’s body as she spasms and shudders.
>You feel her legs wrap around you, trapping you against her.

>And suddenly, she flips.
>You’re on your back faster than you can imagine, starting up at Rainbow as she straddles you seductively.
>She straddles her hips across yours, grinding into your pelvis.
>And into your very obvious erection.
>Her hand trails down your stomach to your groin.
>”Oh… what’s in here?” She asks as she grins mischievously at you.
>”Didn’t expect I’d be the girl to convert you?”
>You wrinkle your brow in confusion.
“What do yo-“
>Before you can finish, she dives on you, forcing her mouth to yours. Her tongue slips inside your mouth, as her hand passionately explores your body.
>You push your tongue against hers, as the two wrestle inside your mouth.
>Your hands wrap around her waist, and you slide them down to her ass, squeezing. Her butt is firm and muscular, and she grind her pelvis into your groin in response.
>She’s more and more fierce in her kisses, each one taking more of your breath away. The light-headedness mixed with the alcohol has put you in a state of bliss, and you can feel your body growing hotter with each passing second. Each touch of Rainbow’s body against yours is like lightning, and you begin to buck your hips.
>Mini Anon is threatening to burst out of your jeans, and you can feel the wetness of pre on your undies. And no doubt Rainbow can feel it as well.
>Rainbow giggles as she sits back, finally breaking away from your lips.
>She slides back off the edge of the bed, putting her hands on the waist of your jeans and begins to go for the belt.
>”You better not tell anyone about this!”
>You can barely comprehend what she’s saying, your entire body feels on fire, and your dick is so hard it hurts.
>She undoes the buckle.
>”Let’s see what we’ve got here.”
>She goes to haul your jeans down.
>KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.


>The both of you freeze. Every bit of passion turns to anxiety and fear.
>Seconds tick by, but neither of you move to answer the door.
>”Are you alright in there? We heard bumping from downstairs!” Pinkie’s voice rings out through the door.
>You see Dash spring up and rush over to the door.
>”Y-yeah, I’m just getting changed into my pjs, Pinkie!” Dash replies, trying to keep her voice calm.
>”I thought you had your pajamas on already, Dash.”
>You quietly sit up and try to hide your stiffy. You rebuckle your belt.
>God there’s a mess in your shorts, you can feel it as you stand.
>”I spilt some alcohol on my shirt, Pinkie. I just changed into my spare one.”
>”Is Anon in there with you? You both ran off together, right?”
>You hold your breath.
>Rainbow Dash looks around frantically. You see her focus on a door on the other side of the bedroom.
>”Anon’s in the washroom getting changed into his Pjs as well.” Rainbow answers through the door.
>”But Anon left his bag downstairs!” 
>Rainbow swears silently.
>She points at you and then to the door.
>You nod and slowly make your way over to the door and open it.
>It’s definitely a bathroom, thank god she didn’t lie about that.
>You close the door behind you and flick on the lights.
>Rainbow continues talking to Pinkie.
>”Yeah, he just realized he left his stuff downstairs. Can you go get it for him, Pinkie?”
>You can only imagine the silent prayers Rainbow is making as she waits for Pinkie to answer.
>A few seconds past.
>”Okie dokie lokie,  I’ll be right back.” Pinkie sings out. 
>You can hear her footsteps fade as she descends back down the steps.

>You take the opportunity to clean up.
>Your face is noticeably red from all the…
>You know, stuff.
>The alcohol still sits comfortably in your system, and you can feel your movements become more sluggish.
>Didn’t think you had that much to drink.
>Probably all the blood rushing around… to places.
>You splash some cold water on your face and fix your hair.
>You also grab some tissue to scrub the mess out of your shorts.
>God, it’s everywhere.
>And it’s so sticky.
>Talk about being cockblocked, huh.

>You take the opportunity to clean up.
>Your face is noticeably red from all the…
>You know, stuff.
>The alcohol still sits comfortably in your system, and you can feel your movements become more sluggish.
>Didn’t think you had that much to drink.
>Probably all the blood rushing around… to places.
>You splash some cold water on your face and fix your hair.
>You also grab some tissue to scrub the mess out of your shorts.
>God, it’s everywhere.
>And it’s so sticky.
>Talk about being cockblocked, huh.
>You flush it down the toilet to destroy the evidence.
>Pretty soon there’s a knock at the door.
“Oh thank god, Rainb-“
>You open the door.
>Rainbow’s not there.
>Instead you’re greeted by a ton of pink. Like literally, tons of pink. Bright blue eyes stare at you inquisitively.
>”Heya, Anon! Here’s your bag!” Pinkie hands you the bag.
>You take it dumbfoundedly. You can see out past Pinkie’s shoulders and Rainbow has clearly left the area and abandoned you to Pinkie.
>”Hey, are you feeling alright, Anon?” Pinkie asks as she steps closer to you and looks right in your eyes.
>You swallow.
“What do you mean?”
>”Well, your face is really red… and the bedroom was all warm and funny smelling.”
>Oh god she knows.
>OH GOD SHE KNOWS.
>”Pinkie I can explain-“
>She places a hand on your forehead.
>”Wowzers, you’re burning up!”

>You back away a few steps, ending up against the bathroom wall.
>Pinkie advances towards you, seemingly unaware of your odd behavior.
>”If you’re not feeling well, Anon, you should let me know.”
“It’s just the b-booze, you know. Alcohol gets me all flushed.”
>Pinkie frowns.
>”You looked fine downstairs, Anon.”
>You’re trying to think of a good excuse, to no avail. 
>Pinkie peers at you, like she’s trying to see how full of shit you are.
>”Oh well, just take a few minutes to change and come back downstairs!” She exclaims before turning and leaving the washroom.
>And now you’re all alone again.
>You take a few seconds to catch your breath. You can feel the heat in your face.
>Christ, you know you didn’t drink that much.
>You shake your head to clear the daze a bit, before turning towards your bag to get a change of clothes.
>You strip down quickly and quietly, listening for any sound outside the room.
>Please god don’t let anyone walk in on me, you think to yourself.
>Soon enough your changed in your pajamas. Long sleeve brown shirt and some black wool pajamas. New undies as well.
>You feel much cleaner.
>You fold the clothes you took off and toss it into the bag, zipping it back up.
>One last look in the mirror and you deem yourself half presentable.
>Except for the flush in your cheeks. Your face is still warm and tingly, and not amount of cold water seems to wash the feeling away.
>In fact it just brings back the memory of being tangled together with Rainbow in the bedroom. The tingling sensation shoots down your body. Once again you find the pressure growing in your pants.
>That won’t do, especially with your pajamas on. They are a lot more… revealing than your jeans.
“No more drinking tonight,” you say quietly to yourself.
>You shake your head to clear your impure thoughts, and wait a few moments to calm yourself.
>You sigh, and open the bathroom door, bag in hand.
>And walk out.
>Or, at least try to.
>You instead walk into a wall of pink.
>Surprised, you drop your bag on the floor and stumble back a few steps.
“Oh crap, I didn’t see you there, Pinkie.” You apologize.
>She doesn’t seem to be bothered that you almost shoulder checked her. 
>Instead, she’s looking at you with a very unsettling gleam in her eyes.
>”I don’t really appreciate liars, Anon.” She says.
>You blink.
“Huh? What do you mean? See, I changed into my pajamas.”
>You gesture at yourself.
>Pinkie smiles, or at least you think it’s a smile. It looks much too sinister to be a regular smile.
>She walks into the bathroom, and closes the door behind her.
>You hear a faint ‘click’ as she turns the doorknob.
>This can’t be good.
“Uh… what are you doing?....Pinkie?”
>You barely realize that you’ve been backed against the far wall of the bathroom again.
>Pinkie has her arms crossed behind her back, and walks towards you with slow, focused steps.
>Like a predator stalking towards their prey.
>”I talked to Rainbow.”
>You freeze up.
>She wouldn’t sell you out, would she?
>Certainly not that fast at least…
>Right…?
>You’re not feeling very sure of anything at the moment.
>You can feel your heart beat faster and faster with each passing second, and the heat returns to your face.
>Oh god damnit, not now.
>By the time you focus back on Pinkie, she’s only a foot or two away from you, peering up at your face.
>You’re sure you look like a deer in the headlights.
“Listen, Pinkie, it’s not what you th-“ You try to start to explain.
>Pinkie holds up a finger, and you immediately shut up.
>”I don’t know how you behave at other parties, Anon. But that stuff won’t fly here, especially with my friends.” 
>Your mind is racing.
>You’re really not sure what to say or do.
“I-I don’t understand!” you blurt out.
>Pinkie is right on top of you now. She places her arms on the wall, effectively trapping you where you are.
>”Dash is a very close friend of mine, so I’d really appreciate it if you kept your hands to yourself, Anon.”
“H-h-what?!”
>She puts a finger on your lips.
>”Sssssh, not so loud!”

>She presses her chest against your body, pinning you to the wall more.
>”She told me everything, Anon.” Pinkie says as she looks you in the eyes.
>”You know, it’s not nice to take advantage of drunk girls, especially at a party, especially at MY party.” Her voice is low, but the malice is undeniable.
>She has you pressed firmly against the wall now. Even if you wanted to escape, you’re really not sure you could.
>Her bright blue eyes look anything but happy.
>Your heart is pounding in your chest fiercely now, and you’re sure that Pinkie can feel it. The heat in your face makes it feel like you’re being cooked alive.
>She’s so close to you that every time you breathe, you can smell her perfume. It’s disgustingly sweet, almost like bubblegum mixed with every flavour of candy you could possible dream of.
>Even with her intense visage, your view begins to wander over the rest of Pinkie’s body.
>It’s almost like you can’t control yourself.
>She’s wearing a dark pink simple t-shirt, and a pain of small sky-blue shorts. 
>It’s only now you get a good view of how… big Pinkie is.
>Not big as in fat.
>More like voluptuous.
>Her massive chest has you pinned squarely against the wall, and yet her breasts feel incredibly soft, almost as there’s nothing else under that shirt. Whereas Rarity’s chest spilled slightly over her bra, Pinkie’s chest looks like it’s enough to smother at least three people.

>Her hips are huge, much larger than Rarity’s waist was. And her small shorts display the true extent of how thick she is. Her legs and thighs seem to be barely contained by them, threatening to burst out at any second. 
> They round deliciously into her plump butt, with you can easily see even from your pinned position. It’s like someone took the asses of several beautiful girls and put them into one plump, smothering machine.
>To conclude: Damn she thicc, with two c’s.
>You feel an involuntary twinge in your pants, and you’re sure Pinkie felt that too.
>She brings her face in close to yours.
>”Anon~! Are you checking me out, after what I just told you?!” She giggles.
>It doesn’t sound like a happy giggle.
>”I’m starting to think you’re lying about a lot of things, you know?” She continues.
“I don’t know what you mean…”
>”So you’re not even gonna try to defend yourself ?” She tilts her head, questioningly.
“I-I mean…. Ma-maybe Rainbow and I… maybe we mighta… sort of… you know…”
>She listens intently, refusing to break eye contact.
>You desperately want to look anywhere else, but it’s like her eyes are drawing you in, pulling you down.
“We… kissed and stuff.”
>”Rainbow said you did more than that!” Pinkie accuses.
“She asked me if her tits were nice!” You refute.
“And I told her yeah, they were cool. And she wouldn’t believe me so she put my hand on her chest…”
>”And?”
“And… I might have squeezed it just a little bit…”
>”And then?”
“Well… it led to a few things, and then Rainbow and I we’re on the bed, and then she was on top and grind-“
>”Rainbow was grinding?!” Pinkie yells at you, cutting you off.
“Ye- yeah, why… why does that matter?” You stutter.
>Suddenly you feel the pressure on your chest relent as Pinkie leans back a bit.
>”She didn’t say anything about that.”
“WHAT?!” It’s your turn to shout now.
>Pinkie shushes you again.
>And breaks into a giggle.
>You feel her entire body heave and shake as that giggle grows into a laugh. She takes her hands off the walls around you, and smacks you lightly on the shoulder as she continues to laugh.
>You swear you can see tears in her eyes.
>Eventually, she calms down.
>”Oh my god, Anon. Rainbow didn’t say anything about you at all.”
>You freeze up so hard your muscles burn.
“What.”

>Pinkie busts out into another fit of laughter.
>You grab her shoulders and shake her gently.
“Then how did you know?!” You accuse her.
>Pinkie wipes away a tear as she composes herself.
>”I mean, you basically told me everything and I just sorta said some random generic things to you.”
>You outed yourself.
>You big fucking idiot.
“I….it was…” Your words fail you.
>”Besides, Anon, anyone could smell the air in that room. It’s no big surprise what you two might have been at.”
>You’re barely paying attention to her at this moment.
>”Still, it’s not nice to be leading girls on and lying to Twilight.”
>You blink.
“Huh, what do you mean?”
>Pinkie looks at you suspiciously.
>”Twilight only invited you over for a reason, you know. Definitely not to try and score with all her friends.”
“But then why would she invite a guy over to a slumber party?”
>Pinkie looks at you.
>You look at her.
>It’s clear you’re both missing a crucial piece of information.
“I mean, it’s really nice that Twilight invited me over… but she had an ulterior motive?”
>”I think she might have made the wrong assumption, Anon.”
“It’s only natural for a guy surrounded by a lot of pretty girls to you know…”
>”That’s not what I mean, Anon.”
“Then what are you talking about?”
>There’s a few seconds of silence as Pinkie just looks at you.
>”I’m going to break this to you easy, Anon. Okay?”
>You’re trying not to freak out. 
“Uh… okay. I really don’t understand what you’re getting at.”
>”It didn’t strike you as odd that you’re the only guy here?”
>You shrug.
“You mean Twilight doesn’t have a crush on me?”
>Pinkie stares at you dumbfoundedly .
>”Anon… Twilight and the girls think you’re gay.”
>What.
“What.”
>It’s more of a statement than a question. 
>And then it hits you.
>The nails, the magazine, pointing out the hot model to you.
>The kissing advice for what GUYS liked. 
>Even Rainbow wanting to know what Guys like about her body.
>Oh sweet fuck, they thought you were gay. And they wanted an inside view of the male world. 
>You think back quickly to some of your responses.
>You even said you would bang Flash.
>You big fucking idiot.
>They thought you were a big cocksucking fruit loop
”WHAT!”

>You scream loudly, again.
>Pinkie puts her hand over your mouth.
>”Oh my god, Anon, quiet!”
>You breath heavily into her hand. It also smells sweet.
>You relax a little bit.
>”You mean you’re not gay?” Pinkie asks quietly.
>You nod slowly.
>She takes her hand off your mouth.
“I was actually excited to hang out with a bunch of girls, just for the opportunities, you know?
>Pinkie narrows her eyes.
>”You only came over to score?”
>You really have to learn how to phrase your answers and understand the situation better.
“No, I came over because Twilight asked me to!”
>Pinkie looks at you incredulously.
“Plus… you know.. she’s really cute and I really like talking to her in class, and I figured it might be a chance to get to know her and you guys a bit better.”
>Eventually, Pinkie nods.
>”I will accept that answer.”
>More silence.
“So… ugh… what now?”
>Pinkie’s looking down at the floor, when she looks back up at you, you can see the faint red tinge in her cheeks.
“Uh… Pinkie?”
>She wraps her arms around your neck and pushes you back against the wall, pressing her massive breasts against your chest.
>”You said Twilight’s friends are cute.”
>She smiles up at you.
>”Does that mean you think I’m cute?”
>Once again, you’ve got to learn to gauge the proper response.
>You open and close your mouth a few times wordlessly, like a fish out of water.
>Pinkie’s body is extremely close and extremely warm. You can feel something poking your chest.
>Looks like your earlier assumptions about no bra were correct.
>Once again the heat begins to assault your senses. It’s like you’re in a sauna.
>You look down at her. Her eyes are misty and it’s clear she wants an answer.
>Fuck it.

>You bend down slightly, and give her a peck on the lips.
>She doesn’t pull away from the kiss, and you can hear her quick intake of breath.
“You’re definitely cute, Pinkie.”
>You’re not really sure what keeps making you act like this. 
>You’ve always been a quiet dude, keeping mostly to yourself.
>Now you’re making moves on girls one right after the other.
>You give a silently prayer to booze, the vanquisher of social nervousness.
>Pinkie giggles as she hugs you.
>”Doing that right after what I said. Anon, you’re silly!”
>You frown.
“I can stop.”
>It’s Pinkie’s turn to frown as she looks up at you.
>”I didn’t tell you to stop.”
>She leans up as you lean down.
>Both your lips meet again.
>Pinkie’s kisses are quick taps, and she pulls away for a breath after every peck. Everything about her feels and tastes sweet, and her kisses are no exception.
>Your face is on fire, and every additional kiss sends spasms of ecstasy throughout your body. Pinkie must feel it too, as she grinds her body against yours, her massive tits rubbing against your chest.
>You’re so close to just losing control and indulging in all the sensations.
>You swear you can see the steam from your breath.
>Pinkie breaks away, and buries her head in your shoulder, nuzzling.
>You take a few quick gulps of fresh air.
>It’s cool enough to break some of the reverie.
“I swear I shouldn’t be this drunk,” you reaffirm to yourself.
>Pinkie giggles, and looks up at you again.
>”Oh, that’s probably just the cookies, Anon.”
“Yeah, you’re proba- WAIT, WHAT?!” You shoot a glare down at Pinkie.
>Pinkie’s eyes go wide and she clamps a hand shut over her own mouth.
>”Woopsie, that wasn’t supposed to slip out. Silly me! Hehe!”
>She leans in for another kiss.
>”Just forget what I just said, Anon~!”
>You block her with your hand, frowning as you continue to glare down at you.
>She pouts.
>”Oh come on, Anon….” She whines.
>Your expression is clear.
>She pouts.
>”Fine….”
“You spiked the cookies with something.”
>”Don’t look at me like that! It’s not what you think,” Pinkie tries to explain.
>It makes so much sense. You knew you hadn’t had that much to drink after all.
>Having your food spiked explains the constant heat and disconnected feeling.
>As well as all the additional courage and sexual atmosphere.
>You’ve been drugged.
“You drugged us!” You accuse her.
>”Anon, quiet! Just let me explain, please!” Pinkie looks up at you with a pleading expression.
>”It was just to calm everyone down a bit and let them relax, you know? Twilight and Fluttershy are always so nervous at these types of things. They barely talk and they never make any new friends…”
>Pinkie stares down at her feet.
>”I just… gave them a little encouragement, to make things easier.”
“Pinkie…”

>”They were so nervous about you coming over too, Twilight was stressed out over everything. You know she made a checklist to make sure everything was in order, and then a checklist for that list!”
>Yeah that kinda sounds like her.
>”So… I just… paved the roads of friendship a bit.”
“With drugs.”
>Pinkie nods proudly as she smiles.
>”With drugs.”
>Your head is still swimming.
>And it’s hard to be mad at such a cute girl. Even after knowing she’s the one who has drugged you. 
>Her smile is really heartwarming and genuine. 
>Plus it did lead to a whole bunch of sexy stuff tonight.
>Can’t really fault her that much.
>You sigh, clearly in defeat.
>Pinkie giggles again.
>”You’re not mad.”
>You shake your head.
>”And I’m still cute?”
“Pinkie…”
>She pouts.
“What did you put in the cookies?”
>”Pinkie never reveals her recipes, Anon.”
>You stare down at her.
>”Just a little bit of everything to get everyone to have some fun.”
>A little bit of everything?!
>Oh no, that can’t be good.
>”Although I might have went a teensy weensy bit overhead. Labels are hard to read….”
>You’re gonna die.
>This pink girl spiked your food with god only knows what and you’re gonna die.
>You must have had some freaked out expression on your face, because Pinkie busts out into laughter again.
>”Hehe, I’m just fooling with you, Anon!”
“God damn it, Pinkie.” You mutter
>”You would have to eat so many of those cookies to be in any sort of danger. Don’t worry about it, you’re fine.”
>”In fact….~” Her voice is teasing, and you find her hand trailing down your chest.
>It’s only now you realize how incredibly erect you are.
>”I think you’re better than just fine.” She bites her lip.
“P-Pinkie… I…-“
>It’s no use trying to hide it. With your jeans out you could have pretended it was your phone or something, but in these loose pajamas, your sprung out full mast.
>Pinkie smiles. “Wow, Anon, is this for me?”
>You’re blushing furiously now.
“You drugged me, you can’t blame me for this. Stop teasing” You spaghetti-spill at her.
>”Who says I was teasing?” Pinkie winks at you as she kneels on the floor.
>What is she doing?
>WHAT IS SHE DOING?
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
>Pinkie presses her massive chest against your erection, and you instantly spasm.
“Y-you have to stop.”
>Pinkie squeezes her breasts against your boner, which throbs in response.
>She giggles. “You’re saying one thing but your friend is saying something else.”
>You’re struggling to catch your breath.
>Your vision is in a red haze, and every little movement Pinkie makes that rubs against your sends sparks flying through every cell in your body.
>Your knees are shaking.
>Pinkie wraps her tits around your erection. Even through her shirt, and your pants, it’s enough to make you clench your jaw and seize up.

>It’s so soft and warm.
>You’re not sure you could protest anymore.
>Pinkie smiles up at you, deviously.
>”We’re you saying something, Anon?” She teases.
>You don’t even respond.
>The soft, plump feeling of her breasts against you is the only thing your mind can process. You’re sure you could just melt into her tits right now.
>Pinkie starts mashing her breasts in and out, up and down on your pelvis. The heat and friction from the rubbing starts to chip away at any sense of rationality you have left. You can feel the pressure building in your lower half.
>Looks like you’re going to ruin another pair of underwear.
>At this point, you really don’t care.

“Pinkie, you really, REALLY have to stop.” 
>She doesn’t seem to hear you at all, continuing to titfuck you through your pants.
>You’re digging your hands into the wall, trying to find anything to grip on to. 
>The heat and sensations coursing through your lower half are reaching a climax, and you have to prevent yourself from thrusting into Pinkie.
>”Aaaaaand, I think that’s enough~!” Pinkie giggles.
>You feel her pull away.
>Glancing down, you can see she has taken a few steps back from you.
“W-hat?” You manage to eek out, questioning her.
>”Well obviously I can’t have you making a big mess in Twilight’s washroom. Think of that as a little tease.”
>You blink, trying to clear the stars from your vision.
>”You alright there, Anon. You’re face is a bit red.”
>You don’t have the energy to respond.
>Pinkie points at your waist.
>”I’d find a way to settle down a bit before coming downstairs” She sticks her tongue out at you, before turning and leaving.
>You hear her footsteps fade away.
>The rest of the sense begin to finally tone back in to the real world.
>The throbbing in your pants is so violent that it almost makes you stomach sit.
>You collapse against the wall, sliding down slowly to the floor.
>It’s a few minutes before you finally manage to calm down enough to move.
>You crawl to the toilet and take a few minutes to inspect the damage to your underwear.
>God, it’s a fucking mess.
>Feels like you shoved a whole ton of sludge into your pants.
>So much for having a clean set of clothes.
>You use water and a few nearby paper towels to clean up as best as you can.
>Fuck, you’re still hard as iron.
>Thoughts of Pinkie’s tits worm their way back into your head.
>So soft and supple despite how incredibly large they are.
>Your imagination springs to life.
>Pinkie baring her tits and engulfing your member in her cleavage. A warm, sweaty embrace.
“Get a hold of yourself, Anon!”
>You slap your own face a few times, and then rinse your head in cool water.
>The thoughts fade away, and eventually your erection goes limp.
>As limp as it can.
>The urge to blow your load is still incredibly strong.
>You stop your thoughts there.
>Any fucking longer in this washroom and the girls are going to notice you’ve been missing a long time.
>You finally pull yourself together, grab your bag and make your way out of the washroom.
>Pinkie’s waiting for you at the top of the stairs, grinning deviously.
>”You look a little better, Anon.” She winks at you.
>You don’t even look at her, lest thoughts of those massive tits work their way back into your brain.
>Both of you descend down the stairs, and round the corner into the living room.
>Twilight, Rainbow and Fluttershy are sat around the table.
>Rarity and Applejack are missing.
>Twilight looks up as you enter the room.
>”Hey Anon, what’s up?”
>You point down at yourself.
“Just getting changed, was all.”
>You don’t mention anything else.
>Pinkie bumps her hips into yours and walks past into the living room. 
>She settles back down onto the now vacant couch.
>Twilight nods at you.
“Where’s Rarity and Applejack?”
>Twilight’s looks away, down at the floor.”
>”They kept going at each other all the time you were gone. I told them to go sort out their issues.”
>”Yeah, they were still fighting and arguing at each other when I came down, too.” Rainbow chimes in.
>You find an empty chair to collapse into.
>God, you’re feeling so pent up. You have to make an extreme effort to focus on Twilight’s face and not have your eyes drawn to her hips or chest.

>”You missed Fluttershy’s dare, though.” Twilight jabs her finger at Fluttershy.
>You chuckle to yourself. You can’t even imagine what wimpy dare or innocent truth they would ever ask her.
>“What did she do?” Pinkie asks.
>Twilight shrugs.
>”I was trying to get the game away from Applejack’s and Rarity’s escalating dares, so I dared her to eat the rest of the cookies.”
>You grip so hard into the arms of the chair your fingers crack.
>Pinkie almost jumps off the couch.
>”You WHAT?!”
>Twilight leans back, away from Pinkie.
>”Jeez, Pinkie, it’s only a few cookies, we can always bake more.”
>Pinkie gives you a look.
>You turn your attention to Fluttershy.
>She’s smiling happily, bobbing back and forth, seemingly unaware of the pending crisis.
>”The cookies were very good, Pinkie. Thank you for making them.” 
>You’re not even sure if her eyes are open.
>”Oh hi, Anon. You came back!”
>Fluttershy’s facing you now.
“Uh… hi Fluttershy, how are you feeling?”
>She tilts her head. “What do you mean?”
“…That was a lot of cookies you must have ate.”
>Fluttershy giggles. “Oh it was only like a dozen or so…. Hehe. Guess I’m a hungry girl!” She raises her hands up to the sky and topples over onto her left side.
>Fluttershy keeps laughing as she picks herself back up off the floor.
>”Hehehe, this party juice is awesome, Pinkie. I’m having a great time, guys. This is really fun!”
>She goes back to humming.
>Rainbow is trying not to burst out laughing, half-doubled over on the floor while covering her mouth.
>Even Twilight is covering her face with her hands.
>You and Pinkie are staring at each other with varying expressions of horror.
>This can only end in a really bad way.
“I’m gonna bring the tray out to the sink, is that okay?”
>You motion to grab the empty baking tray.
>”That would be great, thanks!” Twilight responds as she uncovers her face.
>”Yeah, I’ll help you, Anon. The kitchen is out here.” Pinkie points behind her as you circle around the table, tray in hand, and follow her out into the kitchen.
>She doesn’t say anything to you as you dump the tray into the sink.
>Pinkie keeps glancing out into the living room as you turn on the tap, as if she were afraid the whole room was going to explode.
>You rinse the tray, leaving the water on as you turn to Pinkie.
“So… is she going to die?”
>The running water helps mask the conversation, but you still whisper anyways.
>Pinkie looks like she about to pass out.
>She doesn’t respond to you.
>You grab her shoulder and shake her.
“Pinkie!”

>”I don’t know, Anon! Everyone reacts differently! I never expected anyone to eat much! Oh my god, it’s all my fault if something happens to her!
>You shake her again.
“And what might happen to her, Pinkie?”
>She takes a deep breath, steadying herself.
>”Well she might just get sleepy and pass out, she could get really hyper and start doing wacky things, or she might just explode!”
“EXPLODE?!” You try not to yell.
>”Well, you know, not explode as in ‘explode’, but like, not very good things in general.”
“Oh great, that definitely sounds good.”
>”Or she might be fine, I don’t know! No one has ever eaten that many of my cookies before!”
>Fluttershy doesn’t really appear to you as the crazy party go-er, recreationally doing drugs in her free time.
>She’s probably going to die.
>No one’s ever died at any of the parties you’ve been to before.
>Might be able to cross that one off the bucket list.
>You internally tell yourself to shut up.
>That’s not cool.
>You can feel Pinkie shaking as you hold her shoulders.
>”I’m such a bad friend, Anon! Who let’s their friend take that much!”
>You want to tell her it’s payback for spiking the food.
>Or payback for molesting you in the washroom.
>But that seems overly mean.
>You can see tears in her eyes, and she genuinely looks afraid of what may happen.
>Besides, it’s not molestation if you enjoy it.
>So sayeth Papa Anon, anyways.
>You sigh.
“You’re not a bad friend, Pinkie. It was just a simple mistake. You wanted everyone to have a good time, and it was just a little miscalculation. She seems to be fine now, we’ll just keep an eye of her for now, okay.”
>Pinkie stops shaking.
>Instead she throws her arms around you, and pulls you into a big hug.
>She sniffles.
>”Thanks, Anon.”
>You pat her back.
>She breaks away, and wipes a tear from her eyes.
>”Twilight was right about you, you’re pretty okay.” She giggles.
>Twilight thinks you’re pretty okay.
>That’s cool.
>But then again she thought you were gay.
>That’s not that cool.
>Oh well, you’ll get a chance to explain it to her sometime tonight.
“Alright, let’s go back out and sit down. Try not to look too suspicious.”
>She nods, and the two of you head back to the living room.
>Twilight and Rainbow are gossiping to themselves as you and Pinkie return to your sits.
>You steal a quick glance at Fluttershy.
>She’s lounging back in a chair, looking at her phone. 
>She gives you a small wave as you sit back down and smiles at you.
>She seems fine.

>Maybe things wi-
>No. Shut up. Don’t jinx things just yet, Anon.
>You guess truth or dare is over. No one seems to be doing anything else, and no one says anything when you and Pinkie sit down.
>Rarity and Applejack are still MIA.
>You wonder if they are the type to get into a fistfight or just yell obscenities at each other.
>Applejack did seem pretty angry.
>And you were all dosed with Pinkie’s own supply. Which could cause any amount of reactions, as per Pinkie’s claim.
>Fuck, it all of you weren’t foaming at the mouth and spasming on the floor before the night was out, you can chalk this evening up as a win.
>A few more minutes of silence pass.
>You notice Pinkie continue to stare at Fluttershy from the corner of her eye.
>Twilight and Rainbow finally finish whatever they were talking about, and Twilight makes her way over to your chair.
>”Hey, Anon,” She says as she sits down on the arm of the chair.
“What’s up?”
>”Do you remember from math class on Friday about using how long light from stars took to reach earth to calculate how far away they were?”
>Wut.
>Where can this conversation even go.
“Yeah, I vaguely remember that. Why?”
>Twilight rubs the back of her neck and looks away.
>Is she going to ask you to do math problems?
>Doesn’t seem like a very inclusive activity for sleepovers.
>”It’s just that… I got a telescope in the backyard, and I was wondering if you want to… you know…”
“Look at the stars?” You interrupt. “Yeah, that would be very cool.”
>And it would give you an opportunity to be alone with Twilight and explain the whole ‘not gay’ thing.
>Her face brightens as she breaks into a big smile.
>”Really, Anon?!” 
“Yeah, it definitely sounds neat.”

>She grabs you by the sleeve, almost dragging you out of the chair.
>”Well come on then, there’s no cloud cover tonight so we should be able to see a whole ton of constellations.”
>”I WANT TO SEE STARS, TOO!” Fluttershy suddenly shouts from her chair.
>Apparently she had put her phone away because now she is sat on the edge of chair looking very intensely at you and Twilight.
>”Ugh… yeah… you can come too, Fluttershy.” Twilight says.
>Her answer seems less enthusiastic than before.
>You struggle to keep pace with her as Twilight pulls you out of the living room.
>Fluttershy follows the both of you closely.
>The three of you round the kitchen and exit the backdoor of the house.
>Twilight’s backyard is pretty open.
>You can see the edges of a fence stretched out in the distance, but it’s too dark to make out accurately.
>Twilight must have seen you squinting in the dark, because she laughs sheepishly.
>”I keep the lights off because it’s easier to see the stars that way.”
>Fluttershy suddenly hugs into your side, resting her head on your shoulder.
>”Oh wow, Anon. I didn’t realize you were so tall.” She giggles like it was the most hilarious thing in the world.
>Twilight walks off into one corner of the yard, and you notice the small outcropping of a shed in the dark.
>”The telescope is in here, Anon.” She calls out.
>Fluttershy hangs on to you as you follow Twilight to the shed. She doesn’t really say anything, and just cuddles into your shoulder.
>Definitely a side-effect of the cookies.
>She still seems okay, but you’ll keep watching her just in case.
>You join Twilight at the entrance of the shed.
>”Huh, I was pretty sure I locked this before the party.”
>The door is obviously unlocked, the latch the only thing keeping the shed closed at all.
>Twilight shrugs.
>She unlatches the door, and swings the shed  wide open. Light spills out into the night, temporarily blinding you.
>And someone screams.

>Twilight jumps back at the sound.
>You raise your hands in a defensive manner, and you feel Fluttershy grab tightly onto your shirt.
>And then your eyes adjust to the light.
>”Rarity? Applejack?!” Twilight yells.
>You blink once, then twice, just to make sure you’re not imagining things.
>Inside the shed, you find Rarity and Applejack staring back at Twilight, Fluttershy and you like deer in the headlights.
>Looks like they had just stopped wrestling each other, considering Rarity’s messy hair and ruffled pajamas. 
>Applejack quickly zips up her jeans and tries to straighten out some of the creases in her shirt, failing to act nonchalantly.
>Oh… that type of wrestling.
>Nice.
>”What are you two doing in here?!” Twilight points at them.
>Rarity buries her face in her hands, trying to hide her expression, but you can easily pick out the redness in her face.
>”Well… you told us to sort things out.” Applejack finally looks up at Twilight.
>”And we did, ah guess.”
>No one says anything.
>Part of you wants to go in and thank Pinkie for her valiant efforts to make everyone a little but more sociable.
>Part of you worries that before the night is out there’s going to be a huge fucking orgy.
>Part of you tells the second part of you to stop being such a little faggot.
>Twilight just stands there in shock, seemingly having no idea what to say or do.
>Applejack eventually grabs Rarity by the hand and drags her out of the shed.
>As the two pass you, you can see the faint traces of dark, purple lipstick on various areas of Applejack’s face, trailing down her neck and disappearing underneath her shirt.
>And several hickeys.
>Oh… guess those two are like that.
>Pissy in the streets, kissy in the sheets.
>Or like… headache in the homestead, makeout in Twi’s shed.
>You absently wonder how many times you were mishandled as a child.
>Probably several.
>You lean in and whisper to Applejack.
“So who’s the better kisser?”
>You smug fucker, you.
>Her response is to punch you solidly in the guts.
>You grunt and whimper as the air is forcefully expelled from your lungs.
>”Don’t say a single word,” AJ hisses at you as her and Rarity make their way back to the house.
>You’re a big man, Anon.
>It was only a little punch. Try not to cry. You’re not trying hard enough.
>Apparently no one else noticed that Applejack just decked you because no one said anything at all.
>Twilight and Fluttershy must have pretended the whole situation hadn’t happened because when you finally are able to breathe and look up, the two of them are deeper inside the shed messing with an object covered in a massive sheet.
>Must be the telescope.
>You wander over to them.
>Twilight doesn’t even acknowledge your presence, though Fluttershy turns and smiles at you.
>”Anon! When did you get here?!” She asks, before breaking out into a little dance, apparently having forgotten what she was just doing.
>You ignore her for the moment being, and turn to Twilight.
“So like… are they always like that?”
>Twilight keeps picking at the sheet over what you assume in the telescope, and doesn’t even acknowledge your question.
“Twilight?”
>”ISN’T THIS JUST THE COOLEST TELESCOPE, ANON?” Twilight turns around suddenly, 
“Y-yeah, I guess, but Rarity and Appleja-“
>”Aren’t they just the best of friends?! Solving arguments that quickly! Those two are the best!” Twilight seems to be trying to convince herself more than making any sense whatsoever.
>”Totally not doing anything indecent in my shed, haha, right?!” Her voice is pitched extremely high.
“Ugh… are you okay, Twilight?”
>Twilight looks up at you.
>Her face is red and she fiddles with her fingers, trying not to make eye contact.
>”What could possibly be wrong?! It’s not like I invited someone new over to my house for a sleepover and a bunch of my friends suddenly turn into insatiable floozies that can’t even control themselves for one night?! Right?! Hahaha, and it’s not like I feel really weird and hot and warm, and kinda jealous, and I’m kinda afraid that maybe I’m gonna scare you off and you’ll never come back or be my friend.”
>Twilight’s rant continues.
>You blink at her.
>The booze and the cookies have taken their toll on her as well.
>She must be one of those ‘incredibly talkative’ type drunks.
>You zone back in to her rambling.
>”And I’m not really sure if my science project for the year is all that great, and I know that I should be more concerned about keeping my grades perfect, but some part of me also hates me for being so anti-social and nerdy, and not being more outgoing and stuff like that, and-“
“Twilight!” You grab and shake her a little bit.
>She goes rigid for a few seconds, but finally clams up.
>She looks into your eyes.
“I’m having a great time tonight so far.”
>You don’t say anything about molesting and being molested.
“You’re just a little nervous because of the booze, alright.”
>You don’t mention the drugs.
>Man, tonight got really fucked up really fast.
>Were all of Twilight’s sleepovers this crazy?
>Or was it just you that made the atmosphere go from zero to fucked up within a ten minute game of truth or dare.
>Whatever, those were thoughts for a more sober Anon.
“You don’t have to be stressed out over everything, okay. I’m not weirded out or going to be scared off or anything. It’s been really cool hanging out with you so far.
>She seems to calm down aa bit.
“Besides, I think you’re fine just the way you are, nerdiness and all.”
>”A-Anon!” She blushes even harder.
>”You don’t call girls nerds!” She tries to be mock angry, but you can tell she liked your comment.
>You point to the telescope.
“Yeah, because so many not-nerds have telescopes in their backyards and ask ‘do you want go look at some cool stars’?”
>Her face is so red.
>”You’re beeeeeeeing mean!” She lightly smacks you on the chest.
“But am I being right?” You smirk down at her.
>She doesn’t say anything.
“You know, I might have a thing for nerdy girls.”
>”I THINK I SEE SOME REALLY COOL STARS OVER THERE.” Twilight quickly pivots on her heels and grabs the telescope, quickly running past you back out into the night.
>How could she see stars in the shed with the lights on, you’ll never know.
>Gotta stop teasing these girls so hard. Eventually you’re gonna push your luck a little too far and piss one of them off.
>The drugged part of you calls the rational part of you a pussy.
>Go for broke, brah.
>You turn around.
>Fluttershy must have gone out with Twilight, because you’re currently the only one still in the shed.
>That or she spontaneously ascended to a new plane of existence.
>At this point, you’re convinced anything and everything could happen.
>You close the shed door behind you as you walk out.
>Twilight is setting up the telescope in the centre of the yard. Fluttershy is staring over her shoulder excitedly.
>She’s still alive.
>Everything’s good for now.
>You walk over, not really sure what to say.
>Twilight finishes putting the telescope together, and you see her fiddle with the lenses as you approach.
>”So… there are several planets you can see with the telescope on a clear night.”
>You’re not sure if she’s speaking to you or just starting a science lecture.
>You listen intently anyways. She invited you out here, so it must be important to her.
>”Things like the moon are easily visible with the naked eye, but with even a moderately powerful telescope you can examine many of the craters with extreme detail.”
>She adjusts some of the dials on the scope as she looks through it.
>You glance overhead.
>The night is clear and cool.
>Even in your pajamas, it’s a perfectly calm night. The stars twinkle overhead brightly, and the moon stares back at you.
>It’s pretty.
>The gentle rustle of the grass swaying with the night wind is the only sound in an otherwise quiet night.
>Twilight’s hair catches in the breeze, and wraps around her.
>It feels cheesy to think or say that like this, she looks beautiful.
>But you do, anyways,
>And she is, regardless.
>”Come here, Anon. Have a look”
>You realize she is beckoning you over to the telescope.
>You oblige, walking over and putting your eye on the eyepiece.
>Your vision is instantly consumed by the massive outcropping of a rocky crater.
>You feel Twilight press up against you.
>”What you’re looking at is the largest crater on the moon, Aitken Basin. It’s more than 1500 miles in length.”
>Twilight continue to give you more facts about the moon. 
>It’s size, how fast it rotates.
>She even explains the phases of the moon and the lunar cycle.
>She seems perfectly relaxed as she speaks, and you listen to everything she tells you.
>You never really expected to be intrigued much by using a telescope.
>You could see the moon regularly on most days anyways, right? What difference did it make with a little bit more zoom?
>But you were wrong.
>Maybe it was the visceral detail the telescope offered, allowing you to survey and explore every nook and cranny on the moon, ones that you would never be able to naturally see.
>Maybe it was the information you were learning, putting everything into perspective and allowing you to engage more and understand more.
>Maybe it was the cute girl on your shoulder eagerly explaining everything into your ear, her interest and enthusiasm gently carrying on the night wind into your own mind.
>Or maybe it was a combination of all three.
>Either way, you were having fun.
>You pull away from the telescope, and let Fluttershy have a turn.
>She approaches the telescope cautiously, eventually looking through the eyepiece as well.
>Twilight begins to explain again, and you watch Fluttershy’s demure behavior fade away.
>Eventually she is zooming through the stars with enthusiasm, Twilight gently guiding her through the night sky.
>You watch the two of them with a smile.
>It’s your turn again.
“What else is very cool to look at, Twilight?”
>You spin the telescope to point at Twilight.
>”Don’t you dare say it.” She looks at you expressionlessly.
>You’re gonna do it anyways.
“Because I was wondering if it’s possible to see Uranus.”
>You die a little inside.
>Twilight sighs, and you know she’s thinking why did she even bother with you.
>Fluttershy giggles.
>”Get it.. Uranus… like your anus. Hehe.”
>”Yes, Fluttershy, we got it. Hardy har har.” Twilight says mockingly. 
>She turns the telescope back around, gently nudging you out of the way as she searches the night sky.
>”I’m pretty sure we should be able to find Jupiter too.”
>”Just give me a second….. aaaaand…. There we go.” She pats the eyepiece at motions at you.
>You look back into the telescope.
>Sure enough, there’s Jupiter .
>God, it looks just like some random computer generated image.
>Like a little marble floating in complete blackness.
>The lines of beige and brown are easy to make out.
>There are even a bunch of smaller dots orbiting the planet.
”Hey, are those the moons?” you ask.
>”Yep, Jupiter has a ton of moons, and even more that are waiting to be classified as moons.” Twilight answers.
>Watching the solar system makes you a feel a little bit smaller.
>It’s cool, but it puts things into perspective.
>Twilight says a few things about Jupiter and its moons.
>After a few more minutes, you pull away from the telescope.
“Thanks for showing me that, Twilight. It was really cool.”
>Twilight smiles and looks down at her feet.
>”O-oh, you’re welcome, Anon. Trust me, it was no biggy.”
“And knowing all those facts, man, that would definitely make a girl seem like a-“
>Twilight punches you in the shoulder. Not hard, but enough for you to shut up.
>You wink at her.
>”J-jerk…” she mutters under her breath.
>She clearly doesn’t mean it.
>”Anyways! There’s one more thing to show you.”
>She takes the telescope again, turning it once more towards the heavens.
>”It might be a bit difficult to find, but give me a second.”
>Twilights takes a few moments, trying to find whatever it is she is looking for.
>”Stop tickling my shoulder, Anon.”
>Huh.
>You’re stood like three feet back from her.
“Uh… Twilight that’s not me.”
>Fluttershy coos, “Ahh… look, he wants to be your friend.”
>You look at her, slightly weirded out. You focus again on Twilight’s shoulder. In the dark, you’re able to make out some large, hairy and many-legged eking its way up her arm.
>Oh god. Oh no. You feel a violent wave of goosebumps cover your entire body.
>”What are you talking about?” Twilight asks as she lifts her head from the telescope to glance at her shoulder.
>Only to come face to face with what looks like the largest fucking spider you’ve ever seen.
>It takes you a second to realize that the scream was Twilight’s and not yours.
>Her entire body convulses as she shakes fiercely, throwing the spider off into the darkness. 
>She continues to yell all the way back into the house as she flees from the multi-legged terror.
>You realize that you’ve been hugging into Fluttershy this whole time.
>Fuck spiders.
>No serious, fuck spiders.
>Big ass nasty hairy fanged vagina looking face creatures. 
>Fluttershy sighs, pulling herself away from you and advancing towards where the spider fell.
>”Some people… so rude.”
>She crouches down towards the grass, and picks the spider up in her hand.
>You want to vomit.
>Oh please put that down. You get tingly in all the wrong places. Images of spiders crawling all over you fill your head.
>This must be what dying feels like.
>”See, he’s not even harmless.”
>You barely notice Fluttershy standing in front of you, holding the spider in her hands and letting the thing crawl freely over her.
>”Isn’t he cute?” Fluttershy smiles up at you.
>Not the word you would use.
>Hell, the only thing you felt like using now was a flamethrower and scorching this entire street clean from the earth. 
“Yeah… c-cute. Definitely.”
>Fluttershy places the spider back in the grass.
>There’s no sign of Twilight.
>Must be scrubbing the feeling of the spider off her arm.
>You’d probably just cut the whole thing off.
>Oh well, this moment couldn’t last forever.
>Guess it’s time to bring the telescope back in the shed.
>You close the tri-pod legs, and pick the whole contraption.
>And return to the shed.
>Fluttershy follows closely behind you.
>You place the telescope where it was originally, and carefully cover it back up with the protective sheet.
>You turn around, only to promptly bump into Fluttershy.
“Whoops, sorry, didn’t see you there.”
>She doesn’t respond, smiling up at you instead.
>Creepy.
>Yet she’s still cute.
>You sidestep her and make your way back to the door.
>Wait, was it always closed.
>You didn’t close it on the way in.
>Which leaves two options: the wind blew it shut which you didn’t hear or notice, a situation that was unlikely at best. Or Fluttershy closed it.
>Which was much more likely.
>And also potentially much more sinister.
>Oh well, you’ll worry about that later on.
>You tug on the door handle. It doesn’t budge.
>You said you’d worry about that later, haha.
>The door doesn’t move at all when you try a second time.
>You mentally sigh. You also physically sigh.
“Fluttershy, did you lock the door?”
>You don’t even have time to turn around before you feel her arms wrap around your torso as she hugs you.
>She nuzzles into your back.
>”Hehe, you smell nice, Anon.”
“Ugh… thanks. Did you lock the door?” You ask a second time.
>She giggles.
>”Maaaaaaybe.”
>You squirm out of her hug and finally turn around, glaring down at Fluttershy unimpressed.
“We should get back inside.”
>Fluttershy pouts, “Don’t you wanna spend some alone time with your best friend, Fluttershy?”
>She sounds like she almost believes that.
>It’s also weird how she refences herself in third person.
>Yeah, you never do that, Anon.
>Haha.
“They’re gonna be expecting us back, you know.”
>Her pout falters. You sure you can see the warmth and friendliness drain from her face.
>”It’s not nice to deny a girl’s feelings, Anon.”
>She does a quick little spin, backing away a few steps.
>”Besides, you’re going to have to play nice to get this keeeeey~!”
>Key?
>You spy something shiny in Fluttershy’s hands. She dangles it in front of her, teasing you with it.
“Where did you get that? Isn’t that Twilights?”
>Probably snatched it off the table when you and Twilight first entered the shed.
>Fluttershy pulls at the neck of her sweater.
>”Oh no, my grip is slipping.”
“I swear to god, Fluttershy.”
>She drops the key down into the hidden depths of her cleavage.
>”Woopsie, I can be such a klutz sometime.” She puts a hand to her mouth and teehees.
“Fluttershy, give me that key.”
>She begins to sway back and forth, beckoning you forward with a slow finger waggle.
>”No, you come over and get it.”
>God damn it, now you’re gonna have to deal with this.
>Of course she starts to act up when you’re the only one around.
>Jesus Christ, that’s your fucking luck. Whatever. Deal with this quickly, then it’s back into the house to maybe hang out with Twilight some more. Or maybe see AJ and Rarity fucking on the coffee table.
>As you take a step towards her, Fluttershy giggles and jogs out of sight.
>Man, Twilight’s shed is fucking filled with tons of shit.
>Boxes, old furniture, piles of god knows what. It’s hard to navigate with out tripping over some long lost family heirloom or piece of garbage.
“Fluttershy, come on, we’re missing the party.”
>Her laughter seems to echo around you.
>You’re a bit creeped out.
>And a little bit turned on. You try to ignore that bit, though.
>You round a large pile of…. something, and find Fluttershy sat down on a very worn out wooden chair. It’s tattered and faded. There’s an identical one positioned right next to her.
>She pats the edge of the seat, inviting you to sit down in the empty chair.
>”You fooooound me!”
>You sigh again, but still end up sitting down.
“Give me the key, Fluttershy.”
>She tilts her head. “Key? What key? I have no idea what you’re talking about, Anon.” She grins mischievously.
>You’re getting real tired of this shit.
>She crawls over to you, resting her elbows on your knees and staring up at your face.
>”We’re gonna play a game, Anon.”
>That sounds disturbingly familiar.
>”You play along, you get the key. Everyone wins! Sounds good, right?”
>Oh boy.
>You can feel a second molestation in your future.
>But it doesn’t look like you’re gonna get the key any other way.
>Unless you want to wait for someone to come check on you.
>Giving the state of the girls, that could take anywhere from half an hour to whenever the shed starts to smell like two dead people.
>Fine, you can stand whatever she might throw at you.
>Besides she’s the most innocent one of the bunch, right?
>Remember what you said earlier about jinxing shit, yeah this could one of those times.
>Whatever, man, just fucking man up and nut up.
“Fine. What’s the game?”
>She claps her hands together and squees. 
>”It’s Fluttershy Says.”
>Oh fuck.
>That’s definitely not going to be abused for sinister purposes.
>From what you’ve clearly seen, Twilight and her posse are pure, PG-13 students with no weird, deep seated issues at all.
>You’re not feeling so certain now.
>”It’s like Simon Says, but run by me, Fluttershy!” She points herself.
>Wow, you never could have guessed.
>Truly a 200IQ ploy.
>How could a brainlet Anon like you even keep up with this creative genius.
>Jesus Anon, lay off on the sarcasm. You gotta remember Fluttershy’s drugged all to hell.
>It’s probably better she gets a little mischievous than foaming at the mouth on the floor.
>”I’m sure you can figure out the rules, Anon.”
“I’m sure I’ll manage.” You respond, deadpan.
>She smiles at you. “Thanks for being such a good sport, Anon.”
>More like being forced against your will, but sure, ‘good sport’.
>She stands back up.
>”Okay! Let’s start.”
>You stay seated, looking up at her with a clear expression of impatience and frustration.
>”Fluttershy says: Close your eyes.”
>You keep staring at her.
>She places her hands on her hips, waiting.
“You’re serious?”
>”Fluttershy didn’t say Anon talk.” She spouts.
>Anon says ‘fuck off’.
>You don’t really say that though, that would be a bit too mean.
>She doesn’t budge after a few more seconds of staring at her. Seems she’s committed to whatever the fuck she has planned.
>You sigh, and then close your eyes.
>You hear Fluttershy giggle.
>”Good. Alright, next one. Fluttershy says: put your hands behind the chair.”
>You don’t really appreciate the idea of being this defenseless in front of a girl who’s equally likely to grab something sharp and start stabbing invisible hallucination ghosts or suddenly pass out.
>Complaining about every single thing isn’t really going to get you anywhere.
>This must be the bitchy phase of your high.
>Oh well.
>You put your hands behind the chair reluctantly.
>And wait.
>Fluttershy doesn’t say anything for a while.
>There’s no noise but the creaking of the shed as the wind blows through various openings.
“F-luttershy?” You call out.
>She wouldn’t’ have left you here, would she?
>Oh god, she could have tiptoed away and locked you in here.
>You briefly consider which arm you would eat first to survive.
>There’s a rustling behind you, and suddenly something grabs your wrists.
>You try to yank your hands away, only to find them restrained.
>A soft voice gently whispers in your ear, “Fluttershy didn’t say you could talk.”
>You seize up, violently trying to free your hands from whatever the hell she did to them. The wooden chair creaks and groans as you move, but ultimately your hands remained trapped.
>You stare at Fluttershy as she walks in front of you again.
“What did YOU do?!” You spit at her.
>She laughs. “I didn’t say you could struggle, Anon.”
>You twist your head around, trying to see what the hell she did to you.
>A faint white strip seems to be sticking off of one of your wrists.
“IS THAT A FUCKING ZIPTIE?”
>Fluttershy places a finger on your lips to silence you. You continue to stare up at her, actually fucking mad.
>Did this girl just carry zipties around with her to parties?
>What in the fuck is even happening right now.
>This is like legit rape.
>You no want.
>”Everything’s going to be okay, Anon.” She sits in your lap, straddling her legs across yours and wrapping her arms around your neck.
>”You won the game, the key is yours.”
>You blink.
>Oh.
>No way.
>It can’t be that easy. There’s no way it would be that easy.
>You’re not buying it just yet.
>You don’t tie someone to a chair in a dark shed to simply say ‘alright, you win now, yay!’
>She must have saw your expression of disbelief.
>Fluttershy sticks out her tongue. “Of course, now you just need to retrieve it.”
>Her arms go to her waist, then to the bottom of her sweater. She grabs onto the edges of her top.
>And then she begins to lift.
>Oh sweet Jesus.
>Fluttershy peels her sweater off slowly, revealing her thin stomach and large bust. Eventually her arms raise above her head as she pulls the entire thing off, throwing it on the empty chair where she was earlier.
>She puts her chest in your face. Her bra is a light pink, with little butterflies decorating the edges. It almost matches her hair.
>Dude, focus.
>This is about to turn into bad touch time.
>More like good touch time, heh.
>The internal struggle is real.
>She bounces on your hips a little bit, causing the chair to rattle again.
>Fluttershy leans into your ear.
>”Fluttershy says, find the key.” She nibbles on your earlobe, giggling.
>Her breath is warm, and the ticklish sensation sends shivers down your body.
>She reorients herself, sitting up straight on your lap. Fluttershy shakes her chest, her massive breasts jiggling back and forth as she moves.
>”Are you starting at my tits, Anon?” 
>You honestly wonder where else there is to look.
>Up, down. Left, right. There’s boobage in all directions.
>What was with so many of Twilight’s friends having enough chest flesh to drown in.
>You can’t let yourself get distracted.
>You are a man on a mission.
>Mission: Get the key. To unlock the shed and escape this crazy girl.
>Area of Operation: The massive mountain of mammaries in front of you.
>Plan of attack:…
>…
>Huh, you really didn’t have any idea on that front.
>Plunging in just seemed like a bad idea.
>You remember the whole almost cumming in your pants from Pinkie’s teasing earlier.
>Sure you calmed down, but that calm is very quickly fading away.
>Not to mention you’re still pent up as fuck.
>Half of you wants to get out of here.
>The other half desperately wants to let loose and indulge in every bit of Fluttershy’s tits.
>Fluttershy seems to sense your hesitation.
>”You’re not going to get anywhere being shy, Anon. Trust me on that one. But if you need a little encouragement…”
>She leans forward, using her hands to force her breasts together, and suddenly your face is swallowed.
>Even with her bra still on, there’s enough cleavage for a man to get lost in.
>The first thing that hits you is the sweet smell of Fluttershy’s perfume. The flowery scent is mixed lightly with her sweat and invades your nostrils aggressively.
>The resolve you had earlier begins to fade away into a distant memory as your senses are violently assaulted.
>The sweaty, warm sensation sends shocks through you, and a familiar heat begins to rise in your pants again.
>You realize that trying to keep calm or persuade your way out of this is a lost cause.
>This is a timed battle, you just have to last long enough to win.
>It’s a struggle to keep your eyes open as Fluttershy mashes her tits into your face. Every time you try to peek, your vision is swallowed but a sea of soft, supple yellow, and pleasurable spasms rocket through your body.
>You hear Fluttershy coo and giggle as you struggle.
>Getting really hard to breathe fam.
>Like really need oxygen to prevent death tier oxygen deprivation.
>You try to lean back in the chair, anything to get away her the smothering depths of Fluttershy’s cleavage. 
>It’s no use though. She straddles closer to you, keeping your face engulfed in her titty prison.
>You’re sure you’re about to pass out, judging by the stars in your vision.
>Any second now.
>But then, there’s fresh air, and bright light. You’re free.
>You suck up a few gulps of fresh air, as Fluttershy sits back on your lap. She’s grinning at you like a wolf.
>”Doesn’t look like you found it, Anon.” She says, clearly disappointed.
>You can’t muster enough energy to answer.
>Fluttershy shrugs, and her arms go behind her back.
>”Fine, I’ll give you a little help.”
>Her bra falls away.
>If you thought she had tits before, well holy lee shit.
>You’re not certain how one could hide that much away with a bra but apparently Fluttershy did.
>Her tits shoot out, blowing the bra clear across the other side of the room.
>Glass breaks somewhere in the clutter of objects behind you.
>Even while leaned back, Fluttershy’s tits threaten to consume you. They push against your chest with such pressure it’s hard to breathe.
>There’s no use trying to calm yourself anymore.
>Not with these monsters in your face.
>You know Fluttershy can feel your erection poking her in the ass.
>She squirms on your lap, using her arms to push her tits together. They spill and collapse over each other like a waterfall of flesh. Even with the dim light in the shed, you can see the glistening moisture on her skin.
>And while she squirms, she rubs her butt against your pelvis.
>You suck air in through clenched teeth.
>Any ounce of rationality or willpower you had is gone.
>Straight to your dick.
>And he’s on another mission indeed.
>Fluttershy giggles again at your predicament.
>”Seems you’re enjoying this. That makes me happy, Anon!”
>She runs her hands over her nipples, pinching them. Considering how pale the rest of Fluttershy’s body is. Her dark cherry red nipples stick out sharply. They seem to throb every time Fluttershy touches them.
>You watch, mesmerized, as Fluttershy plays with her own breasts, moaning and whimpering.
>Her nipples are so hard they stick out almost an inch from her tits. Fluttershy continues to touch and explore her tits.
> Eventually, when she’s struggling to breathe, and her voice has faded from moans to inaudible squeaks, Fluttershy stops touching herself. She puts her hands on your shoulders and leans back in.
>Her chest is heaving with each labored breath and sweat drips down her face and tits. Her hair is splayed out messily, strands sticking to your face in her exertion.
>She runs her hands through her hair, tossing it back.
>”Ready for round two?” She winks at you, biting one of her fingers alluringly.
>Your mouth is too dry to answer.
>You can feel something trailing up your hip, tracing tantalizing circles around your erection.
>And then you feel her hand slip inside your pajamas.
>You would’ve jumped right off the chair, except for Fluttershy and the restraints pinning you down.
>”Yeah, I think you’re ready.”
“Flu-“ You aren’t able to talk any further than that before Fluttershy buries you in her breasts again.
>You thought it was bad before, this is an entire new sensation. The bra must have been acting as a safeguard, because you’re in deeper than you ever thought possible.
>The heat and sweat of Fluttershy’s bosom is an unbearable assault.
>And yet only one part of her two-pronged attack.
>You feel her hand slither over the top of your underwear, teasing the member underneath.
>You’re reaching the boiling point for what you thought you could stand.
>Her hand continues to gently caress and stroke you. Your entire body is trembling, and there is no way to sate these feelings. You are trapped, being rubbed off at her pace.
>Stars burst in every corner of your vision, and you’re not sure which part of you is going to give in first.
>No! You can do this!
>The key, just find the goddamn key.
>She put it in her bra, but she took that off. Where the hell could it possible be?
>You get as much air as possible, and push your face deeper into Fluttershy’s cleavage.
>It has to be in here somewhere, or at least in her lap.
>She moans in response, and you feel her hand momentarily stop.
>Right.
>This was her weakness.
>You should have realized that.
>The fight isn’t over yet.
>With a renewed vigor, you plunge into her breasts, motorboating as best as you could.
>It must have been a little bit effective and you can feel Fluttershy size up and tremble.
>Anon might be down, but never count him out.
>There’s light at the end of this tunnel, you just have dig your way to the opening.
>The light being the key, and the opening being the locked shed door.
>Truly poetic, Anon. You should write more.
>Focus! Less self-deprecation and face titty fucking!
>Fluttershy’s hand starts to move again, sliding up and down your erection. You can feel every inch of your dick burn and throb in response, begging for more of her touch.
>Your bottom half is betraying you, and it’s only a matter of time before you give in to the pleasure completely.
>You ramp up your titty assault, biting, nipping, licking and sucking on any exposed and sensitive piece of flesh.
>Fluttershy’s other free hand grabs onto your hair, and you can feel her nails dig into your scalp. Your perseverance is paying off, just keep it up a little bit more, Anon.
>You hear her hiss and moan, muttering ‘oh gods’.
>She starts to violently shake in your lap, her legs locking around yours.
>And yet, there’s no key. Nothing. You’ve explore every possible inch of her cleavage, even getting your head far down enough to see her lap. And nothing.
>The earlier bravado is starting to fade away again.
>And then, more fresh air. 
>”You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”
>Fluttershy’s leaned back again.
>You blink, trying to clean the sweat out of your eyes.
“W-what?”
>Fluttershy bites your ear again, and you can feel her tongue trail down your earlobe.
>”The key is still in the bra.”
>You feel the fires of resistance begin to wither and die, replaced by the burning in your loins instead.
>It was a rigged game from the start, she never planned on letting you even have a slim chance of winning.
>”Oh well, at least you tried, Anon.”
>You feel your eyes glaze over. 
>Just a few more strokes and you’ll have succumbed to the pleasure.
>Fluttershy pouts. “Time to finish this up.”
>Her hand slips inside your underwear, her long, slender fingers finally brushing against your naked flesh. Her grip is gently and teasing, as she barely runs her hand up and down your length.
>And yet the sensation is enough for you to start bucking your hips wildly in the throes of ecstasy.
>No!
>No! No no no no no!
>You search for anything, ANYTHING you could possibly do to stop this as the last pieces of your mind begin to melt away from the feelings.
>The answer sits right in front of you. Large, dark, and cherry red.
>A last ditch effort.
>With all your remaining might, you lunge forward, taking Fluttershy’s erect nipple into your mouth.
>Her hand grips your dick so hard it almost breaks.
>”Oh, god, Anon, noooooo~!” Her voice trails off into a squeal as you run your tongue along her nipple.
>She begins to jerk you off, hard.
>Her hand gripping insanely tightly onto your erection as she gives long full strokes.
>She’s done playing around with you.
>You want to buckle over on the ground as pure bliss runs through every cell in your body. Your vision fades away, every other sense that you have slowly winding down as the throes of orgasm creep up in you.
>You can’t even hear Fluttershy moan and squeal as bite down and tug on her nipple.
>You’re trembling so hard the chair is shaking, the wood creaking underneath both the weight of you and Fluttershy.
>It certainly doesn’t help that she’s bouncing on your hips, each smack of her ass sending another unbearable wave of feeling through your groin.
>Your hips seize up violently as the pressure in your dick comes to a climax.
>You can’t even try to contain it anymore.
>You feel the pleasure and heat rise through your member as it throbs violently in Fluttershy’s hand.
>She squeezes hard.
>The final blow.
>There’s no using holding back anymore.
>Your body gives away, and you are floating in the air.
>Except you’re not floating, you’re falling.
>Something snaps below you, and gravity takes you into its sweet embrace.
>An explosion of wooden splinters shoots out violently in all directions as the old chair you were sat upon gives way.
>You and Fluttershy plummet to the floor in a mess of limbs. She falls back, off of you. Her hand being torn out of your underwear before the final stroke was dealt.
>You don’t even feel the impact of hitting the floor awkwardly.
>All you can feel it the heartrending throb of your erection.
>The ziptie must have been fastened to the back of the chair, before now your hands are free. You roll over on your stomach, trying to ignore the pounding in your loins.
>Your vision clears enough for you to spot Fluttershy lying on her back just a few feet from you. Her massive tits rise and fall slowly.
>You can see her looking up to the ceiling with glazed over eyes, shaking and trembling. 
>But you don’t care about that.
>You find the key in her bra, of course, tucked away neatly.
>And then you turn back to her.
>You’re not thinking rationally anymore, you’re thinking with your dick.
>And your dick wants revenge.
>You walk over to Fluttershy, glaring down at her.
>You’re in control now. She doesn’t even notice as you stand over her.
>Tantalizing thoughts pick away at you. Your eyes roam over her tits, her nipples, her luscious lips.
>But how will you break this girl?

>Is it really right to do this? A little voice in the back of your head sounds off. You punch that faggot in the metaphorical mouth.
>It’s not really rape if they enjoy it anyways. Well, that’s what years of extensive sad panda browsing had taught you.
>Besides, she was gonna make you cum regardless.
>If she wanted you to bust a nut so badly, you might as well oblige her. Except you were going to bust that nut on this slut.
>Hell hast no fury like an Anon denied his orgasm. And what better way to apologize than let toy have a few minutes with her massive melon mounds.
>You reach your hands down to your pajama pants. Even the slightest contact is enough to send lightning spasming up your spine.
>To put it eloquently, you haul your peenor out.
>And boy, is he ready for some action.
>You kneel over Fluttershy, staring greedily at her tits. Nice Anon was gone away for a bit, and the only thoughts in your head currently was how hard you were going to tittyfuck Fluttershy.
>More like Sluttershy.
>Yeah that’s definitely original. As least the bad joke part of your mind was still chugging along ruining sexual moments.
>Fluttershy stirs on the ground, your shadow towering over her.
>Seems her senses are starting to boot back up. She blinks several times, before her eyes trail up to your face.
>Your grin, all the repressed lust causing you to lick your lips in anticipation. 
>Your erection throbs, playfully tapping the edge of Fluttershy’s tits.
>She looks down, spotting your dick. It must have dawned on her what was about to happen, because she swallowed hard.
>”A-an-“
>You don’t even give her a chance to beg.
>With a tremendous thrust, you bury your cock deep with Fluttershy’s cleavage.
>Her protests fade away into a high-pitched squeal.
>You’re already sweating and panting hard after the first thrust. But you had to make this last as long as you could.
>You give another hard thrust, your entire dick disappearing into her tits as they flop and bounce on your pelvis. 
>And you keep thrusting.
>Every wet smack of your dick penetrating deep into Fluttershy’s breasts is matched by another sweaty smack as her tits jiggle and slap against both her and you.
>You’re grinning madly, staring down at Fluttershy’s face. Her eyes start to glaze over as she trembles, any attempt at begging you top stop instead replaced by moans and squeaks.
>You’re not getting out of this that easily.
>You lock your hands onto the meaty part of her tits, positioning your thumbs right on top of her nipples. You wait a second, savouring every spasm and shake of Fluttershy’s body, before jamming your thumbs down hard into her nipples.
>Her entire body freezes, her tits locking down heavily on your tit.
>It takes every bit of your strength to not immediately cum.
>Fluttershy’s quiet moans turn into loud squeals as you grind your thumbs over her nipples. Every stroke and pinch making them redder and harder.
>Her eyes roll back in her head, and you see drool running out of her mouth.
>Her cleavage grows increasingly warm and sweaty, the loud thwapping noises of titfucking echoing loudly in the shed. 
>You don’t care if anyone hears.
>You’re going to enjoy this.
>With so much focus on tormenting Fluttershy, you’ve been ignoring your own pleasure. Your dick aches and burns, begging to release your seed, but you clench your tit and thrust faster and faster.
>Your dick isn’t even visible anymore, buried so deep in her tits you’re surprised you’re not poking a hole in her sternum.
>But regardless of how deep you thrust, there’s more and more flesh to explore, each bit warmer and more sweaty than the last.
>Fluttershy’s tits roll over your dick like a log in the ocean, every inch of her bountiful breasts pushing against your member and begging you to cum. Your glans is leaking precum everywhere, and you feel the lubricant spread all over Fluttershy’s breasts, the squishing and sucking feeling increasing ten-fold.
>You crave this.
>YOU NEED THIS.
>Fluttershy shivers again, and you watch her move her hands underneath you. They go further down, disappearing as she jams them into her own panties. Her squeal and shrieks are so loud now everyone in the house can probably hear.
>You’re both drowning in the waves of ecstasy. 
>There’s no ill intent in your mind, you are simply an animal in the throes of an impending orgasm, pounding away as hard as possible for your release.
>So you speed up your movements.
>The wet thwacking sounds more like a hard slap now, and Fluttershy’s tits bounce so fierce they slam into your groin with enough force to make you almost stomach stick.
>Your dick burns with heat, and every heartbeat throbs with such a force your vision starts to fade to white.
>That unmistakable feeling is beginning to creep up your loins, the tightness growing in your balls as they contract and surge.
>Fluttershy is mumbling to herself. Her body shakes, the momentum from your titfucking grinding her into the floor.
>”Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod.” She repeats over and over.
>The last dam breaks, and you feel the swell in your dick as your orgasm begins.
>You lean over Fluttershy, burying yourself into the deepest, wettest part of her tits, and squeeze them together tightly.
>You cum. Hard.
>The first stream of your jism plants itself deep within Fluttershy’s breasts, the warm liquid settling around your dick as you cum and cum.
>The second string shoots out forcefully, your throbbing dick aching with each spurt. It slides out through the top crease of her tits, running down her chin. 
>You ease your grip a bit as the third shot leaves you. It arcs through her breasts, spilling onto her chin and lips.
>Fluttershy spasms underneath you, kicking her legs into the floor with such strength that you topple deeper into her tits.
>And keep cumming.
>Every wave is a powerful as the first. The hot jism paints every inch of her cleavage and tits, spilling down her stomach, onto her neck, and even running down her arms.
>And then the throbbing starts to die down, turning into a dull ache. You still keep thrust, caught in the ecstasy of your orgasm. Cum covers your dick, making it slide in and out of her boobs easily.
>You keep titfucking until your balls squeeze so tightly that you almost pass out, and only then do your movements start to slow.
>Fluttershy seems to be coming down from her climax as well. She removes her hands from her pants, the lengths of her fingers slick with her own juices, and collapses back on the floor, panting heavily.
>After a few more thrusts, you stop. Your dicks hurts, and your lungs burn from the exertion.
>You sit back, your dick still buried in the wet, ravaged remains of Fluttershy’s breasts. 
>Neither of you speak, content to experience the last ounces of pleasure in silence.
>You blink, and gaze down at Fluttershy.
>She’s a mess, absolutely covered in both your and her own fluids. As you let go of her tits, they fall off to the side, and the massive ocean of jizz begins to run down various directions on her body,
>There’s so much on her chin and mouth that she has to breathe through her nose, and you can see various spatters up on her forehead and in her hair.
>You can’t help but laugh.  Even that action causes your body to heave in protest.
>You roll off, toppling over on the floor in your exhaustion. Your entire groin is wet, soaked evenly with sweat and cum.
>How were you going to explain this? Or clean up.
>You turn your head and look over at Fluttershy. Her eyes are closed, and her breaths are slow and controlled.
“You alright?”
>She doesn’t respond. 
>Oh god, is she dead? Did you fuck her so hard she died? You didn’t mean it literally!
>Her body shakes and twitches.
>Or did she cum so hard she fainted.
>Her body spasms and clenches a few more times as several afterglow climaxes roll through her body.
>She must have enjoyed that.
>God, how are you going to clean her up? She’s more cum than woman now.
>Your eyes drift around the shed, eventually landing on the sheet covering the telescope.
>Oh god. Twilight was going to hate you.
>So much.
>It takes a few minutes to clean up. You have to use both sides of the telescope cover and several old washcloths you find around the shed to wipe down Fluttershy.
>It takes way too long. Man, how pent up were you? Too much, apparently.
>She coos happily in her sleep.
>God, the entire shed smells like sex. Salty, musty sex.
>You and Fluttershy must fucking reek then. 
>You wonder how long it has been since Twilight ran back inside.
>Eventually, you pick Fluttershy up off the floor, cradling her in your arms.
>Even as a sex crazed maniac, she still looks cute. She nuzzles into your neck.
>It’s a hassle to carry her and unlock the shed door with the key you pocketed earlier, but you fumble around enough get it open after a while.
>Cool night air breezes over you.
>And you step out into the night. Thank god that’s over.
>And bump right into something else.
>Something pink.
>”Anon?” 
>You can see Pinkie’s blue eyes peering at you in the darkness.
>”Fluttershy?!”
>Oh boy.
>”What happened? And what’s that smell?!”
>OH BOY.
>You chew on your lip, trying to find an acceptable answer.
“Let’s just say it was the sexually hyperactive type of high.”
>”Oh…” Pinkie sound envious.
>”So… what happened…?” And apparently interested.
>You sigh. 
>”Let’s get her inside first, okay there?”
>”O-of course, Anon.” 
>Pinkie follows you back into Twilight’s house. As you approach the back entrance, the sounds of music hit your ears. You shrug, That would probably explain why nobody heard you to.
“Music…”
>You hear Pinkie creep behind you.
“Yeah, let’s just say Rainbow and Twilight just got hit very hard by my cookies. They’re having a dance off in the living room.”
>You were missing a dance off. Oh well, at least it would give you an opportunity to clean up and hide the evidence.
>”Was it bad?” Pinkie looks at you curiously.
“She had me zip tied to a chair.”
>Pinkie’s eyes open wide and she grins at you.
>”How is that bad?”
>Of course, this girl. She would be like that.
“Can you take her upstairs to get cleaned up?”
>Fluttershy squirms in your arms, even with her massive breasts, she’s very light to lift. You’re sure Pinkie could manage.
>Pinkie pinches her nose. “Yeah, that smell has to go.” She leans over and takes a big whiff of you. “You too, Anon. You stink.”
>Didn’t really want to smell like you just busted a load. Probably won’t send the best signal to Twilight.
>”Come on, let’s get upstairs before anyone notices you.” Pinkie grabs you by the collar, guiding you sneakily up the steps and into the nearby washroom.
>This is the second time you have been in a washroom in the past hour. You hope it’s a little more uneventful than the last time.
>”Anon?”
>Oh shit, that’s Fluttershy’s voice. You glance down only to find her looking back up at you.
>”Where are we?” She blinks tiredly, turning her head to view the surroundings.
>Pinkie springs into her field of vision.
>”Heya, Flutters! Anon just brought you in so we can get you cleaned up.”
>Fluttershy tilts her head quizzically.
>”Cleaned up from what?”
>Both you and Pinkie blink.
“Uh…”
>”And what’s that smell?” Fluttershy wrinkles her nose, screwing up her face in disgust. 
>She’s gotta be pulling your leg, right? No way she could have forgotten that, drug induced stupor or not.
>The little evil part of your brain thinks she’s just trying to put on that innocent act to keep her image up in front of her friends.
>Is Fluttershy that sinister? You dunno.
>Pinkie clicks her tongue.
>”Don’t worry about that!” She laughs awkwardly. “I’m gonna run you a bath, so just wait a minute.”
>Fluttershy seems to clue in to her surroundings a bit more.
>”Um… Anon, can you put me down now?”
>Oh right, you’re still holding the big-tittied monster.
>You place Flutters gently down on the floor. She gingerly puts her weight on her own feet, stumbling into your chest as her legs shake.
>”Oh my, my legs are really weak.”
>You try not to smile too much.
>Pinkie walks over to the bath tub, leaning over to turn on the water.
>You totally don’t stare at her ass the entire time.
>Nope.
>You definitely didn’t see her playfully sway her hips from side to side as she tests the water.
>And you obviously don’t imagine sneaking up behind her and giving her a massive smack on the ass.
>You’re too pure of an Anon for that.
>Jesus Christ, if you stare any longer you’re going to become hypnotized. The way the flesh jiggles with each of her movements, no matter how small or subtle.
>And those fucking thighs.
>You wouldn’t mind having your head crushed in between those.
>You mean, if you had to pick a way to leave.
>Because you’re totally not fantasizing over it.
>”Anon, you alright?”
>Fluttershy is looking at you with concern.
>”You kind of zoned out there.”
>Any traces of sexually devious Fluttershy seems to be gone for now. Her bangs are back to covering half her face and she looks at you shyly.
“Just, uh, thinking. I’m fine, no worries.”
>Fluttershy nods but doesn’t say anything else. She wanders over to the mirror above the sink and begins to inspect herself.
>God, you hope you cleaned her up decently enough. 
>The sound of running water fills the bathroom, and eventually Pinkie rises from the tub.
>”Alright, should be good for you, Fluttershy.”
>Both girls turn to you expectantly.
“Uh… yeah?”
>Fluttershy blushes.
>Pinkie rolls her eyes. “This is the part where you leave, Anon.” She makes a little shooing motion with her hands.
>Obviously, dumbass. You’re not going to stand here and watch.
“Oh right! Sorry!” You make yourself scarce and leave the washroom.
>”Go wait in Twilight’s room!” Pinkie calls out as you carefully close the door.
>No sooner after you have closed the door does the faint sound of whispers begin coming from the washroom.
>Oh great, gossiping. Hopefully not about you.
>Oh well, Twilight’s room it is.
>Music still blares up from the living room below. It’s loud enough to make the floor rumble. Some awful wubstep mix that no one in their right mind would listen to.
>You don’t know how Rainbow or Twilight could possible dance to this mess, but whatever. The noise hopefully covered up the sound of running water.
>As accepting as Twilight and her friends are, you showering her house is probably somewhere past that line of generally accepted acquaintance behavior in someone’s home.
>Better make this quick then.
>Twilight’s room is at the end of the hall, same place where Dash has led you earlier.
>You creak the door open a little bit, and after hearing no one respond, sneak into the room.
>At least Rarity and Applejack aren’t hiding in here.
>Yet.
>Haha, tomorrow was going to be one hell of a fucking awkward mess once everyone sobered up.
>Poor Twilight. You wonder if she knew her friends were all nymphomaniacs. 
>You check the clock in Twilight’s room.
>Almost midnight.
>Only been a few hours since you got here. God, the night wasn’t even half over yet.
>You creep back over to the washroom in the corner of Twilight’s room and enter, closing the door behind you and switching the light on.
>The first thing you see in the mirror is your incredibly dishevelled appearance.
>Guess being trapped between super sized sweaty titties wasn’t exactly the best way to keep your hair tidy.
>God, it looks like you just walked through a tornado.
>You splash a little water on your face from the sink, using the moisture to make yourself a bit more presentable.
>What now? Pinkie told you to wait. You would’ve stripped out of your musty clothes and gotten in the shower, but you didn’t have any more changes of clothes.
>Guess you’ll wait.
>You take out a few towels from the shelf nearby and lay them on the floor.
>And then sit on the toilet, browsing your phone for a few minutes to pass the time.
>You look up when the door creaks open, and Pinkie sneaks in.
>”I brought you some spare stuff.” She says, holding out a bundle of clothes.
>You furrow your brows. 
“You have guy clothes that fit me?”
>Pinkie shrugs, “Maybe you come to sleepovers unprepared, but Pinkie doesn’t!”
>This girl hurts your brain. Like she makes and doesn’t make sense at the same time.
>Oh well, you’re not going to complain about having some stuff to change into, especially given the stains on your current set of pajamas.
>You take the clothes from her, laying them down on the shelf.
“Thanks.”
>”Don’t mention it.”
“How’s Fluttershy?”
>”Relaxing in the tub.”
>You really want to know what they were talking about earlier, but you have to approach the subject carefully to not sound like some eavesdropping nerd.
“She say anything?”
>”What would she have to say, Anon? I’m sure nothing PG-13 and above happened out there in the shed, right?” She winks.
>You turn away, blushing.
>She obviously knows, and is obviously teasing you. Fucking super thicc drug girl.
>You cough, clearing your throat.
“Obviously. Family friendly Anon here. For all ages.”
>Pinkie giggles, turning around to leave.
>”I’m going back to check on Flutters, be quick in there before anyone wonders where you are.”
>She gives a little wave before creeping back out through the door.
>You wave back, and soon are alone in the washroom once more.
>Make it quick, Anon.
>You strip down, throwing your dirty clothes in a pile near the foot of the tub.
>It takes a moment for the water to heat up when you turn the tap on, but eventually you step into the tub and close the curtain.
>God, you loved showers.
>Hot and relaxing.
>Sure enough, as soon as the steam and the heat begins to roll over you, combined with the spray for the faucet, you find all your worries drifting away.
>The tub reverberates underneath your feet.
>Christ, how loud was the music downstairs. How the neighbours haven’t complained, or the cops haven’t shown up is a miracle.
>You hold your face up to the showerhead, letting the water wash the dried in sweat and grime away. You also rinse your hair, fixing the messy head you had earlier.
>Finally a moment to yourself. Your thoughts begin to wander.
>Tonight had been a busy night.
>Twilight and some of her friends thought you were gay still. Pinkie and Fluttershy knew you weren’t, or at least maybe the slutty half of Fluttershy did.
>You’d also made out with Rainbow, but she did say something about ‘converting you’ so maybe she still thought you were Anon the Dong Wrangler.
>Twilight, Rarity and Applejack no doubt thought you were still all aboard on the gay train. You’d have to find some time to talk to Twilight later on, just to explain things.
>Better to get it out of the way early on, before things became even more awkward.
>There’s also the molesting and being molested.
>And yours and Fluttershy’s whole ‘probably rape but maybe not’ sort of thing.
>Would they really believe she tied you to a chair? 
>Eh… the odds on that are probably not that much in your favor.
>You continue to shower, almost on autopilot.
>And then you hear the bathroom door open.
>Oh boy, the one thing you should have done was lock the door.
>Like holy fuck, Anon, literally the first thing you do in any washroom.
>Depending on who this is, this could be a really awkward situation.
>You try to peer out through the shower curtain, however it’s too opaque to see anything.
“Hello?” You call, seeing no other option.
>You hear the tattletale giggle of an approaching Pink monstrosity. 
>God damnit.
“I wonder who that could possibly be.”
>More laughter.
>You reach out around the shower curtain to grab a towel.
>And they are not there.
>You’re gonna kill this girl.
>So much for covering up. You settle with placing your hands over your crotch to hide the goods.
“Did you move the towels?” The annoyed tone in your voice seems to grow a bit.
>She doesn’t respond, and the only sound in the washroom is the running water spattering off you and running down the drain.
>Well moment of truth. You pull back the shower curtain enough to poke your head out.
>And find yourself staring deep into bright, blue eyes.
>You instinctively jump back, and smack your head against the shower.
>Ouch. This girl was going to be the death of you.
>You rub the back of your head.
>”Didn’t mean to scare ya, Anon!”
“Yeah, well don-“
>You look at Pinkie.
>She’s naked. Completely. As in ‘wow those huge tits are hanging out freely’.
>”See something you like?” She wiggles, bending over slightly to push her breasts out more.
“Yeah.”
>Oh shit, you didn’t mean to say that out loud. But her figure lives you breathless and dazed.
>Pinkie sticks her tongue out, “Hi Mini-Anon!” She gives a little wave, but she’s not looking at you, she is looking dow-
>Oh right, your hands. You moved them to rub the bruise on your head, meaning you took them off your dick.
>Which means it’s out in the open, swinging freely. Or would be, if the sight of Pinkie’s body hadn’t motivated him into standing at attention.
>You grab the shower curtain and cover yourself.
“Why are you naked?!”
>Pinkie laughs, “Why are you naked?” She shoots back.
“I’m in the shower, where you are supposed to be naked.” You declare, exasperated.
>She takes a step closer to the tub, her hips swaying and her tits bouncing.
>”So am I.” She wiggles her eyebrows, and winks.
“Nope.”
>You promptly haul the shower curtain back across.
>”You can’t hide from meeeee~!” She calls out playfully.
>You pinch the edges of the shower curtain. There’s no way she could possibly haul it open now.
>You expect an impending tug of war, but nothing happens for several minutes.
>You make the mistake of looking out, only to find the bathroom empty.
>You feel a presence behind you.
>”Wow, this water is hot!”
“GAH!” You almost jump out of the shower.
“How did you- What?! There’s no way!”
>”Pinkie finds a way.”
>You roll your eyes. Don’t turn around, don’t acknowledge her. Don’t turn around, don’t acknowledge her.
>”Wow, you have a nice butt, Anon!”
>Something pinches you on the ass.
“Hey, stop that.”
>You turn around, swatting her hand away quickly before trying to cover yourself up. It’s not that successful considering your raging hardon.
>Pinkie pouts. “You don’t want some time alone with Pinkie?”
>You’re trying not to look at her face because she’s grinning like a mad woman.
>”I can see that little smile on the edges of your lip, Anon.”
>Damn, she was good.
>You sigh and look at her.
>That was probably your first mistake.
>She’s standing right under the showerhead, the water splashing down on her head and shoulders. Her messy, poofy hair from earlier is gone, the moisture straightening it out to the point where it hands down to almost her back. Bangs sit evenly across her forehead.
>Wow, straight her looks really nice on her.
>You mouth slightly opens as you stare at her.
“Oh… wow.”
>Pinkie narrows her eyes questioningly.
“Your hair looks great like that.”
>You absent-mindedly reach out, brushing a strand out of her face. It still feels incredibly soft.
>Pinkie almost leans in. She blinks.
>”R-really?”
>You nod. 
”Your bangs are nice. They frame your face really well.”
>She looks at your for a few seconds, almost as if she’s shocked by your comment. She breaks into a smile, and rubs her arm awkwardly.
>”A-anon, you’re supposed to try and get me out of the tub, not convince me to stay in…” She mutters, unable to meet your eyes.
>Oh right, you were pretending to be mad.
>Very hard to, looking at her now. 
>Everything about her… was just… wow.
>Yeah, that’s the proper word. Just…. Wow.
>Your eyes trail down her body, your brain slow to keep up with all you see.
>Pinkie must have noticed, because she stands on her tippy-toes and pushes her body forward, exaggerating all her features.
>It’s almost intoxicating to view her body.
>Your vision slowly takes in her entire form. Down her face, to her slim neck, to her prominent clavicle and past that to her enormous breasts.
>Forget about what you said earlier about Fluttershy, Pinkie’s tits are just as big, if not larger. They’re rounded and sit on her chest like water balloons, heavier at the bottom. Her areolas are bigger than Fluttershy’s, and when your eyes wander over her nipples, you’re momentarily confused, wondering where are.
>Until you see the little creases in the middle and realize.
>Inverted nipples. Incredibly puffy, huge inverted nipples.
>You’re finding it increasingly hard to breathe.
>Her stomach isn’t as thin as Fluttershy’s, but you wouldn’t say fat. More along the lines of appropriate pudgy, just enough to support her massive tits. Just enough for you to grab onto and fuck.
>Water from the showerhead pools at the top of her tits, like a little moat, before draining down the inside of her tits or overflowing from the top. The little water droplets sticking to her body makes each inch of her body more arousing.
>Even her belly button looks inviting, sitting deeply in her stomach. Like a little extra hole to put your dick in.
>But there’s more.
>Pinkie’s hips are imposing and gigantic, stretching almost the width of the shower. You’re surprised she fit in here so easily. Her inner thighs curve, allowing you a healthy view of the insides of her legs, and the colossal ass on the other side.
>The inner portion of her thighs look incredibly inviting. The plump flesh jiggling as Pinkie presents herself to you.
>Her pubes are bushy, yet styled enough to not be overwhelming. And there’s enough of a view of her sex to make your dick twitch.
>Your eyes return to Pinkie’s face, and you’re not really sure what to say, so you stare at her instead.
>She giggles.
>”What’s wrong, Anon, having troubling breathing?”
>You’re have more trouble than that. Your brain moves slowly, all your thoughts infected by Pinkie’s intoxicating appearance.
>You could just stare at her all day and die happy.
>Or you could do more. That’s a pleasant thought. One that makes your penis twitch again eagerly.
>”Look, Little Nonnie is excited.” She coos, her hand reaching for your girth.
>You’re not sure what’s warmer, the water pouring down on you, or the heat of Pinkie’s hand tenderly touching your dick.
>You can still feel the ache from the romp with Fluttershy earlier. Your dick is confused if it wants more, or just wants to rest.
>Is it really okay to bang around one of Twilight’s friends? You’re not entirely sober, but still not fucked up enough to not be aware of your actions. Still, it feels sort of wrong, like you’re taking advantage of the situation.
>Pinkie must have saw the confusion on your face, because she leans in to you really close. Close enough that you can feel her breath on your lips.
>”It’s okay, Anon. I really want this.”
>So you kiss her. Not a quick peck, either, but a full mouth-on-mouth kiss.
>Payback for earlier, you tell yourself.
>Her eyes light up, and she almost reels back, but instead she steps in, wrapping her arms around the back of your neck and driving her tits into your chest.
>Her tongue playfully wrangles with yours as she moans into your mouth.
>The both of you stay like that for a while, breaking away enough to inhale before leaning in and continuing to smooch over and over.
>Pinkie’s mouth is insanely sweet, and her lips are puffy and wet. Full of color and texture. You feel like you could get cavities from just kissing her.
>One of your hands wraps around her breast, your fingers pinch and squeezing her inverted nipples.
>Your other hand goes lower, past her tits, and her stomach, lower and lower. You feel her pubes brush against your fingers, but you continue on. Until the tips of your fingers at least find-
>Pinkie giggles, gently grabbing and stopping her hand.
>She pulls away from the kiss and takes a step back.
>”Not there, Anon.” 
You blink at her. Cockblocked again, no way.
>And then Pinkie turns around, placing her arms on the shower wall and showing you her exposed ass.
>”Here.”
>If you thought the view was great before, then this was like staring into ass heaven. Pinkie had a sizeable rump from the front, but viewing it in all its glory from the back.
>You were probably an ass-man now
>Her ass was….
>Monumental. Massive. Mammoth-sized. Monstrous. Majestic.
>Like two fat watermelons in a g-string evenly divided down the middle.
>Fat and plump, shapely at all the right angles and tight enough to not sag.
>To summarize: Thiccccc.
>You weren’t sure how many C’s to add. You weren’t sure there could possibly be enough.
>She popped her ass out again, her booty jiggling alluringly.
>”Don’t just look!”
>Her hands wrap around her own buttcheeks and she cups them underneath, propping up her buttocks even more.
>God, you could dive right in.
>You’ve never done this before, but some dark, deep instinct buried somewhere in your mind tells you to eat that ass.
>So you do dive right in.
>Pinkie gasps as you clamp your hands down sharply on her rump, the smack reverberating in the shower.
>”Anon~!” She whimpers.
>You start slow, kneading your hands into her ass, pressing and digging at her flesh lustfully. Every slap and pinch and touch makes her booty jiggle and bounce.
>You get on your knees, and begin trailing kisses around the edge of her thighs and lower back.
>Pinkie’s body trembles at your touch, and she has to constantly move her feet to prevent her knes from caving in.
>Your kisses go lower, as you begin to peck away at her ass, your lips running over the thickest, fattest part of her butt.
>At this position, you can clearly see the outer lips of Pinkie’s sex. It’s glistening, from the wetness of the shower water and Pinkie’s arousal.
>You give her ass a hard smack, and it jiggles for a solid five seconds before slowing.
>”Ah!” Pinkie yelps, before breaking out into a fit of giggles.
>”What did I say about teasing?!”
“Pretty sure you’re enjoying this.”
>You don’t see her pout, but you know she is.
>Your hands go to the inner portions of Pinkie’ ass, and you spread them open wider. Buried deep in her butt, you can finally see the entrance.
>The plump donut hole clenches and puckers as Pinkie trembles in your grasp, squeezing tighter and tighter.
>You kiss around the outer edge. Each light touch of your mouth causing Pinkie’s entire body to squirm in response. 
>And then you jam your tongue onto her asshole.
>”W-wait!” Pinkie squeals, having to use her arms to brace herself against the shower. Her knees quiver, so you push deeper into her body to stabilize her.
>Your tongue prods at the entrance to Pinkie’s ass, poking around the sides and running along the inviting hole.
>You hear Pinkie mutter to herself as you lick and stroke her. Even down here her sweat is sweet and tangling. The heat from her ass squeezing your face causes your dick to constantly twitch in joy.
>Eventually you pull away and stand. 
>Pinkie seems to relax momentarily.
>You reorient yourself, gripping your throbbing erection and placing it in-between Pinkie’s asscheeks.
>The fat flesh rubs eagerly against the head of your penis, smearing her butt with precum. 
>You rub your dick up and down Pinkie’s behind, lubing up her asshole with your fluids. She pushes back into your, burying your member deep in the confines of her buttcheeks. 
>After a few moments of warming her up, you force your dick in further, prodding at her asshole teasingly. It clenches in response, and you wonder if you could ever fit in something so tight.
>But Pinkie is eager for you to try, bumping her hips against yours as she grinds your erection into her butt.
>”Stop teasing me, Anon.”
>You slap her ass hard again, causing her to jump.
“I want you to say it.”
>You lean over her, wrapping your hands around her nipples and pinching them hard.
“I want you to fuck my ass, Anon. Say it.”
>Pinkie moans as you abuse her nipples, breathing hard.
>”I…wa…….as..” She mumbles in between her moans.
>You pinch harder.
“I didn’t hear you.”
>She mutters again, barely audible.
“What was that?” 
>You know it’s bad to tease girls like that but judging from how much Pinkie’s entire body is spasming, you know she loves it.
>”I WANT YOU TO FUCK MY ASS, ANON.”
>As soon as the words leave her lips, you jam your erection as hard as you can into Pinkie’s asshole.
>That was probably a bad idea.
>Her asshole clenches down hard on your invading member, squeezing so tight stars burst in your vision. You have to clench down hard to prevent yourself from cumming immediately.
>Pinkie squeals in response, her body seizing up even more as her ass is violated.
>You step closer, burying more of your dick into her ass. It’s a slow process, but you manage to feed inch after inch of your cock into her bunghole.
>Every inch inside is hotter and tighter than the previous, and you’re gritting your teeth as you suffer through all the pressure.
>You bottom out, all you’re your member nestled deeply inside Pinkie’s rump, the only visible thing are your pubes sticking out between her massive ass cheeks.
>You take a deep breath to steady yourself.
>You’re not going to last long. Not with all the sensations running through your member.
>Pinkie giggles, half panting.
>”Bitten off a little more than you could chew, did ya, Anon?”
>She wiggles her hips slightly, the motion sending waves of pleasuring rocketing through your loins.
>”Wonder what would happen if I clenched down a little…” She wonders aloud.
>She’s not clenched down already? Oh no, this could be bad.
“Pinkie, wa-“
>Her entire body squeezes.
>Hard.
>Whatever room you had drilled into her ass disappears, as the tunnel collapses inward on your dick.
>Every inch of your erection is crushed under the pressure, the glans of your penis throbbing so hard your knees quiver.
>You cum.
>You didn’t mean to, but the wave of pleasure that rolled your body was irresistible. You feel your member twitch, each string of cum shooting deep into Pinkie’s ass. 
>You have to grip onto her butt to prevent yourself from collapsing.
>”Wow, Anon, that was a lot.” Pinkie giggles, but instead of pulling away , she steps back, burying you deeper inside her.
“Pinkie… I… give me a moment.” You pant.
>”No can do, Anon. This pie isn’t going to stop until it’s cream filled.”
>You don’t event get a chance to respond.
>Pinkie slams her ass back into your hips
>In the waves of pleasure still riding through your dick in the afterglow of your first orgasm, the sensation is enough to make you yelp.
>More heat and pressure assault your dick, amplified by the sensitivity in your loins.
>Pinkie hums as she bounces on your cock, each loud slap accompanied by a wave of ecstasy in your pelvis.
>The steam of the shower mixing with the heat of Pinkie’s ass, and your own bodily exertion heat is too much for you. Your breaths are short and shallow, and it’s all you can do to keep conscious as Pinkie takes the lead.
>Her fat ass sucks you in deeper with every bounce, and your thighs are already red from how hard she is smacking into you.
>Your dick spasms and twitches uncontrollably, deep inside her asshole. It begs for release as the pressure once again builds in your balls.
>The pressure of Pinkie’s butt closing on you doesn’t relent, and you can see her ass constrict further and further as she clenches harder and harder.
>You feel yourself beginning to drool. Your eyes and head roll back, the only sensations you can feel in the unbearable pleasure in your dick and the faint wet slaps of Pinkie’s ass against your thighs.
>You cum again. It’s a mix of pain and pleasure so intense that you whimper. The pressure in your loins doesn’t relent at all, and instead builds off your previous orgasm.
>You swear she’s sucking the soul out of you, right through your dick.
>You can’t feel anything anymore, just a dull spasm that runs down your member with each additional cumshot.
>The inside of Pinkie’s ass fills and fills, the amount of jism sloshing around over your bruised and beaten dick. Between her movements, some starts to leak out of her ass, trailing down her butt and running down her legs.
>Eventually her movements start to slow, her panting become louder and louder with each passing moment. Her moans and whimpering also increases, over the hiss of the showerhead.
>Your abused dick continues to spasm inside her ass, releasing more and more seed. Sweat pours down your head and body, and you are barely aware of the same thing happening to Pinkie.
>With a few final thrusts, Pinkie bounces in your dick once more, concluding your final orgasm with a loud smack. Your dick twitches pitifully, one least tiny orgasm as the two of your collapse against the shower wall.
>Your dick slips out, crumpled and covered in jizz. Pinkie’s asshole bubbles over, trails of cum beginning to pour out in a thick, viscous liquid.
>She holds you tightly as the two of you sit underneath the showerhead, letting the water wash away the smell and liquids of sex.
>Your senses flicker back on one by one, and you’re briefly away of how prune-y your skin is.
>Pinkie nuzzles into your body, her eyes closed as she sighs happily.
>You can’t feel anything below your waist, and your mouth is so dry you can’t even speak.
>After a few moments, the warm water gives your beaten and battered body some new life.
>You manage to stand, and Pinkie hauls herself up as well. You’re not sure what to say.
>She wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a deep hug.
>She kisses you on the cheek.
>"We should probably clean up, Anon."
>You nod, still unable to speak.
>The next few minutes pass in a daze. Pinkie helps you wash your hair and back, and eventually she turns the shower, the both of you standing there, thoroughly cleaned and pleasured.

>When she finally turns off the tub and pulls the shower curtain open, it’s all you can do to not trip over the edge of the tub as you stumble out.
>Mist curls and floats in the bathroom, gently flowing around your body as you walk.
>Guess you were in the shower a little too long.
>You’re not sure if Pinkie is talking to you or not, the only sound you can hear is that of your heartbeat pounding in your ears.
>You manage to get over to the sink with your trembling knees, using it to brace your body on.
>You wipe the mirror off a little bit.
>A nice and clean Anon stares back at you. Your face is still flushed, and there’s a little glaze in your eyes, but you’re still alive.
>Pinkie walks up behind you, leaning on your shoulder. She’s still naked, her tits bobbing slightly at her movements.
>You’re pretty sure if you popped another boner you would die.
>”You alright there, Anon?” She asks.
>Your lips are dry, and you can’t find the words to answer her, so you nod slowly.
>Pinkie giggles, slapping you on the ass.
>”There’s no pie like Pinkie’s pie.” She takes a towel and wraps it around her chest, but it does little to cover her massive amount of cleavage. “I’d take it easy for the next few days, Anon.”
>You nod again.
>It takes a while to clean up the washroom and dump the wet towels in the laundry bin, but eventually the two of you make it back out into Twilight’s room.
>Life is managing to find its way back into your limbs. Your movements are less zombie-like as you recover from the sexual ordeal. 
>There’s a dull ache in your nuts that resonates every time you even think. Probably not going to fap for a while after this.
>A shirt hits you in the face.
>”Heads up, Anon!”
>It’s probably a few seconds later that you actually raise your hands to catch it.
>You need something to drink and a one hundred year nap.
>Pinkie dumps the rest of the clothes she brought you on Twilight’s bed.

>You begin rummaging through it. Sure enough, Pinkie was true to her word. There’s undies and socks and a pair of lounging pants that mostly fit you.
>You hold up the shirt she threw at you. It’s bright pink with the word ‘Juicy~!’ etched across the front.
“What the hell is this? Is this yours?” You turn the shirt to face her.
>Pinkie winks at you.
>”I have to get extra large shirts, Anon. For reasons.”
>Oh right, mega-milk titties. You can’t really imagine Pinkie squeezing into normal chick shirts, not unless she wants to rip them clean open.
>The image of Pinkie in a really tight shirt with her puffy nipples sticking out noticeably worms its way into your mind. Your balls groan in protest, a wave of discomfort flowing through your pelvis.
>No more sexy thoughts, Anon. Not for a while yet.
“Whatever.”
>You shake your head, throwing the shirt on anyway.
>You know, trying to convince Twilight that weren’t gay while wearing a pink ‘juicy~!’ shirt probably wasn’t the wisest course of action.
>Oh well.
>The two of you finish dressing not long after, exiting Twilight’s room and heading back out into the hall.
>The music from below has stopped, the only sound drifting up the stairs being the idle chatter of Twilight and her friends.
>You hope they hadn’t head anything.
>The hallway bathroom door is also open, but there’s no light on inside. Fluttershy must have cleaned up already and went back downstairs.

>It’s going to be hard to look at her for the rest of the night.
>You walk quietly down the steps, Pinkie following behind you. You lean forward, peering around the corner as you descend, trying to see where everyone else is.
>There’s no one waiting at the bottom, or around the corner, so you make your way back towards the living room.
>The first thing you see is Twilight collapsed onto the couch.
>She’s sweating from every pore, and her hair is a sticky mess with strands flowing out everywhere over her body. She’s panting hard, with her eyes closed, and you can see her chest rise and fall rapidly.
>Rainbow’s lid on the coffee table in much of the same position. She’s face down with her arms and legs hanging off the side of the table. You can see her moist legs and thighs because of her exercise shorts. There’s a dark sweat stain on the middle of her ass too. You try not to look too long at that one.
>You survey the rest of the room. 
>Rarity and Applejack are finally present. Sat in chairs on the opposite side of the living room. Rarity swirls another glass of wine, and Applejack is resting her chin on her arm. Both of them aren’t even glancing at each other.
>Fluttershy sips on a warm cup of something. You can see the steam wafting in the air.
>She’s wearing another set of pajamas, with a massive puffy sweater than hangs far down over her waist and arms.
>She waves at you with her free hand as you and Pinkie enter.
>”Hey, Anon!”
“What did I miss?” you ask.
>”Twilight and Rainbow had a… dance off.” Rarity mutters over her wine.
>”And I won!” Rainbow jabs her arm in the air triumphantly before letting it fall back to the floor.
>”You wish…” Twilight pants from the couch, finally opening her eyes.
>”Twilight, dear, I wouldn’t call that much of a ‘dance’.” 
>You giggle a little bit at Rarity’s comment.
>Twilight dancing like an uncoordinated nerd? Yeah, that would make a lot of sense.

>”You’re j-just jealous you don’t have my moves, Rarity.” Twilight throws her arms up in protest.
>Somehow you don’t believe that.
“What are you guys doing now?”
>”We were discussing what game to play next.” Fluttershy sips her tea, smiling happily.
>”No more truth or dare, that’s for sure. Ah can’t handle anymore of that nonsense.” Applejack crosses her arms.
>You want to give her a big shit eating grin and say something super snarky, but she’d probably kick your ass into next week. Besides, you need to sit down for a few minutes.
>You slip into a empty chair.
>God, you could fall asleep. Every muscle in your body feels heavy.
“We could play a board game, or a card game or something,” you offer.
>There’s a bunch of muttering and shrugging from the girls.
>”A drinking card game?
“Uh…”
>You wanted to get things under control, and being sloshed wouldn’t exactly be the best way to go about that.
>”Hell yeah, that sounds fun!”
>Rainbow shouts and jumps up from the coffee table, pumping an arm.
>”None of you dweebs will be able to beat me, anyways. I’m the best at games.” She smirks.
>”Ah’ll take that challenge.” Applejack scoots from her chair closer to the coffee table.
>”We’ll need some cards, of course.”
>”Got ya covered, Nono.”
>Pinkie produces a pack of cards from her fluffy hair, and tosses them at you.
>Jesus, this chick just doesn’t obey the rules of the universe at all.

>You can only imagine the other shit packed in her hyper inventory.
>You’re pretty sure if you asked for a crowbar, duct tape, and an original copy of battletoads, she’d somehow pull that out of somewhere.
>The rest of the girls gather around the table as you open the cards and shuffle.
“Alright, I’ll guess we’ll start with a game of Asshole.”
>You just played a pretty good game of asshole, didn’t ya, Anon? That’s what the smarmy part of your brain says.
>Shut the fuck up, me.
>The girls give you several weird glances.
“Have any of you played it before? It goes by a few other names as well. Cheat, Liar, etcetera.”
>Pinkie raises her hand.
>”I know the rules, Anon.”
“Cool, anyone else?”
>There’s a bunch of head shaking.
“Alright then, it’s pretty simple.”
>You begin dealing out the cards among you and the girls, until the entire deck is exhausted.
“The whole goal of the game is to get rid of your hand. To do that, you have to lay down cards in a numerical order. The first player starts with ace, and then we go through to king, and start over again.”
>You begin to order your cards as you talk.

”So, for example, if it was my turn, the first card would be ace. Now you can lay down any amount of cards you want, even if you don’t have them, but you have to declare what you are laying.
>You place two cards face down in the middle of the table.
”For example, two aces. The real trick of this game is that you don’t actually have to lay down what you said. It could be an ace and a three that I just laid. If you suspect another player is lying about what they just laid, you can call ‘asshole’ or ‘cheat’, and then flip the cards."
>You nod at Pinkie.
>”Cheat!” She yells, pointing a finger at your cards.
>You turn them over, revealing the six of clubs and an eight of hearts.
“Now since Pinkie was right, I take back all the cards in the pile. If she was wrong, then she takes the cards. If no one says anything, we move on to the next player and it’s their turn to lay twos. And so on and so forth, until someone wins and someone loses.”
>”So how is this a drinking game?” Rainbow asks, looking at her cards intensely.
“It usually isn’t, but it’s really easy to transform into one.”
>You think for a second.
“If you get called on a cheat, and you’re lying, you take a drink. If your opponent is wrong, they drink. If someone gets out, the remaining players all take a drink, and if you’re the last one left at the end, you finish your entire drink. That sounds good?”
>There’s a few nods of approval.
“We’ll do a practice round first, just to let everyone get a handle on things. Then we can start.”
>The game starts slow enough. You begin with aces, and the cycle goes on.
>The girls are hesitant at first, slow with their cards an unsure with their calls. You can see little drops of sweat form on Twilight’s brow as she focuses on her cards.

>The first game is boring. None of the girls call a cheat except for Pinkie on Rainbow Dash near the end. She’s right, leaving Rainbow with a massive hand of cards she struggles to manage.
>Pinkie is the first one out not long after that, sitting back with a huge smile across her face as she watches the rest of the game.
>You finish up second, followed by Fluttershy, Applejack, and Rarity.
>And there’s just Rainbow and Twilight left, Twilight with only a few cards in her hand and Rainbow having the rest.
>Twilight relaxes a little, her shoulders dropping.
>”Two eights,” she declares, slamming the cards on the table.
>You wonder if she realizes the danger she is in. Two-player cheat is a long and terrible ordeal, stretching on for a long time until both players have exactly the cards they need to win because of the back and forth.
>Rainbow doesn’t say anything, instead laying down more cards.
>”Four nines.”
>Twilight looks through her hand.
>”One t-“
>”Cheat.” Rainbow calls immediately. She doesn’t even look up from her cards.
>Twilight takes the massive pile of cards on the table, and suddenly she’s far behind.
>The next few rounds pass in a very mechanical order as the girls slap down piles of cards.
>Until eventually…
>”Four kings, and I’m out.” Rainbow leans back with a sigh, all her cards gone.

>Twilight furrows her brow.
>”Guess I have to call cheat.”
>She flips the pile to reveal four kings.
“And that’s game.”
>You retrieve the cards and begin shuffling again.
“Up for the real game, this time?”
>”That was fun, Anon!” Fluttershy chimes in as she claps her hands together.
>The rest of the girls scoot closer to the table, and you can feel the atmosphere in the room shift as you deal.
>This time, sobriety was on the line. That and your pride at card games.
>You hear the clinking of more bottles, looking up in time to see Pinkie slamming down a mixture of drinks on the table.
>”Can’t have a drinking game without drinks.”
>She passes around a few cans and bottles of stuff.
>You snag something in a bright pink can. God, it feels sugary just resting in your hand.
>Finally the cards on dealt, everyone grabbing their hands and beginning to change around their cards.
>And then the game starts.
>This time, with much more fanfare and emotion.
>Rounds and rounds pass, as you and the girls lay cards, call cheat, and get cheated.
>You’re the veteran here, and manage to keep your losses to a minimum, burning through most of your hand at a steady pace and only taking a few drinks.
>Twilight and Rainbow are a little worse off for wear.
>Rainbow is too aggressive, constantly getting burned as she calls cheat way too often. She’s almost through her first drink when you are just a few sips into yours.


>Twilight is good at analyzing her cards, but her tells are way too obvious. She calls cheats with an alarmingly correct percentage, probably because of her math skills, but gets called on her cards often as well. 
>The sweat on her brow and tremble in her fingers every time she lays a card surely isn’t helping her too much.
>She’s the first of the group to finish her drink, and you can see the frustration on her face as she empties the bottle.
>Rarity, Applejack and Fluttershy are much more cautious in their plays, safely discarding cards when they need do and not calling anything they aren’t sure on.
>And lastly there’s Pinkie.
>And Pinkie is… Pinkie is… Pinkie is unstoppable. She hasn’t gotten a call wrong yet, and no one has successfully called cheat on her either. Her drink remains full the entire round, and she smiles at everyone when she lays down her final card.
>”One two. And I’m out!” She winks.
>So much for not having much experience in this game. You’re not sure whether to chalk this up to being the party game machine, or if it was just another example of Pinkie disregarding all rules and logic.
>Twilight audibly gasps as Pinkie laid her final card.
>”HOW?” She exclaims. “How are you out already?!” She spreads her own hand, revealing at least a dozen cards.
>She slurs her words, over dramatically pointing a finger at Pinkie.

>”That’s so bullshit!”
>Pinkie giggles.
>”I’m just lucky, Twilight! You’ll win the next one for sure.”
“That’s a drink for all of us, since she won.” You declare, sipping on your drink.
>Twilight groans as she cracks open another can, taking a drink before turning her attention back to her cards.
>And the game continues.
“Three tens.”
>You throw down your last three cards, the tens you had been saving all game just in case. No one calls cheat on you, so you point to your can.
“Another drink.”
>They do so and the game continues. 
>Rainbow is the next out, slamming her last cards down triumphantly. 
>”Two fours, I’m out bitches!”
>Twilight mutters someone underneath her breath, and everyone remaining takes another swallow.
>This round is winding down now, Applejack finishes next, and then Rarity.
>Leaving only Fluttershy and Twilight left.
>”… one four,” Twilight says sheepishly, taking way too long to play the card.
>Fluttershy frowns, looking from Twilight to her hand.
>”Um… cheat, Twilight.”
>She slips over the card, revealing a seven of clubs. 
>Twilight groans and collapses on the table.
>”All those cards…”

>Fluttershy pats her on the back, trying to comfort her.
>”There, there. Also I’m out.”
>She lays down her remaining cards.
>Twilight only mumbles into the coffee table, before sitting up and finishing her third drink.
>You try not to laugh.
>You deal the cards again for the second game. It continues much like the first. Pinkie is the first one out again, followed quickly by Rainbow, You, Fluttershy, Rarity and Applejack.
>Twilight loses again.
>”Bullshit!” She exclaims, throwing her cards down on the table. “You guys are cheating! There’s no way!”
“Just an unlucky streak, Twilight. Try to change your strategy up a bit.”
>”Why don’t you change out of that juicy shirt, Anon!” She jabs a finger at the stylized ‘J” on your shirt.
>She had to make it personal.
>You hear a few of the girls giggle.
>”I think pink looks nice on Anon,” Fluttershy says.
>”Yeah, all he needs now is a pair of tight speedos with ‘tasty’ on the ass.” Twilight spits out sarcastically.”
>Damn bro, she salty.
>And you were a little salty too.
“What crawled up your ass and died, because it sure wasn’t the dummies guide to card games?”

>Twilight turns on you, her face burning bright red. She takes a step towards you and raises her hand as if she was about to slap you.
>Pinkie is between the two of you, carefully grabbing Twilight’s wrist.
>”Woah, woah, timeout. No fighting at a Pinkie Party.” 
>Her glare is enough to make you look away, as you awkwardly scratch at your arm.
>Twilight does the same, the anger is her face slowly fading away.
>”Now apologize.” Pinkie hauls the two of your together, so much that you’re basically rubbing against Twilight.
>You look down at her.
“I shouldn’t have said that, I’m sorry.”
>Twilight doesn’t meet your gaze, her eyes flickering away to corners unknown.
>”I shouldn’t have been a sore loser. Sorry.”
>And the awkward atmosphere switches back to normal.
“Alright, I think that’s enough of cheat for now. We should play something else.”
>”Ooooh! I have a good party game!” Pinkie is bouncing up and down, giddy excitement oozing from her.
>You wonder if it’s a good idea to let Pinkie pick a game.
>Pinkie disappears out into the kitchen in a blur of pink, quickly returning with a handful of something.
>You clean the cards up on the table as Pinkie slaps down a handful of straws.
>You raise an eyebrow at her questioningly.
>”Have any of your girls ever played the Kings Game?”

>You blink.
>Like your Japanese animes and that one manga that started out okay but went shit real fast?
>How the hell did Ponk know about the Kings Game?
>You see similar looks of confusion across the rest of the faces of the girls in the room.
>”Kings Game?” Twilight asks, adjusting her glasses.
>”Yup!” Pinkie nods happily, bouncing in place.
>”Do you want to explain the rules, Pinkie,” Fluttershy pushes her hair back a bit, looking at Pinkie with renewed interest.
>Pinkie kneels at the coffee table and grabs the straws. She takes a pen and begins to scribble on the top of the straws. You can see the faint outlines of numbers and a tiny crown.
>”It’s real easy! We draw some numbers and a crown on these straws, and then we pick a straw, without knowing which number we got. Whoever gets the crown has the ability to make two numbers do whatever they say.
>Pinkie messes the straws up, rolling them around randomly before grabbing them by the ends and hiding the numbers in her palm.
>”If you refuse to do what the King orders, you are out. Afterwards, the straws are gathered again and someone gets the chance to be the new king.”
>Pinkie smirks.
>”And maybe get a little revenge!”
>”Sounds mighty similar to truth or dare.” Applejacks states, looking at Pinkie with an uninterested expression.
>”A bit, but you don’t know who has which number, making it a lot more random, and a lot more funny.” Pinkie giggles.

>You’re not really sure if another escalating game of increasingly salacious orders is a really good idea, but meh, fuck it. You’re inebriated enough to not care that much.
>Pinkie holds the straws out to everyone.
>”Who’s brave enough to go first?”
>Yolo. You’re the man, Anon.
>Hell yeah.
>You shrug, grabbing the straw in the middle and pulling it out of Pinkie’s grasp.
>The others girls follow suite, drawing straws until only one is left in Pinkie’s hands.
>”No one look at the straws yet! Everyone sit down!” Pinkie plops down on the couch.
>You recline back in your chair as the other girls sit down.
>”Annnnnnd…. Go!”
>You open your hand, revealing a ‘2’ on the straw.
>Ah damn, guess you weren’t lucky enough this time.
>”Oh dear.” You hear Fluttershy mutter.
>She rotates the straw to show the group. You can see the rough crown on the top of her straw.
>Guess Fluttershy’s the King. Or would it be Queen?
>”Ooh, You’re the King, Fluttershy! You get to pick who and what they have to do!” Pinkie claps her hand excitedly. 
>It couldn’t possibly be that bad, Fluttershy being Fluttershy and all.
>Although you had made that mistake before. You know what they said about assumptions.
>They make an ass out of you, and lead to a whole bunch of tittyfucking.

>You’re not sure on that last part, but it sounds right enough.
>Fluttershy seems to freeze up, retreating behind her hair further as the entire room turns to look at her expectantly.
>”I’m not sure I’m ready for this,” she mumbles.
“It doesn’t have to be anything bad, Fluttershy.”
>”That’s no fun, Anon.” Pinkie pouts at you.
>A few seconds pass, with everyone still looking at Fluttershy.
>”Um….”
>”Jeez, just come on, Fluttershy,” Rainbow sighs and rolls her eyes.
>”Okay, okay, just…. Um… number 1 must sit down in 2’s lap for the rest of the round.”
>Guess you’re getting a little booty action.
>Not really sure you can stand any more.
>”Well, who’s number 1 then?” Applejack shows her straw to the room, a ‘1’ marked on the edge.
“That would be me.”
>You show your straw as well.
>”Of course it would be.” 
>Applejacks stands up.
>”It could be worse, ah guess.”
>”I’m sorry, Applejack.” Fluttershy sinks deeper into her chair.
>”Let’s just get it over with.” Applejack smooths out the creases in her pants before walking around the table and over to your chair.
>You smile up and her and pant your lap, trying not to look like a smug little shit.
>You're not doing a good job at that.

“All warmed up for you.”
>You smirk like an asshole.
>Applejack narrows her eyes at you, before plopping down on your lap with enough force to make you go ‘oof’.
>Her elbow also hits you in the side hard. You’re sure that was accidental though.
>She doesn’t face you, instead looking out over the rest of the room with a bored expression.
>”Is this good enough for ya?” She asks.
>”Um…”
>Applejack turns to give Fluttershy a glare.
>”It was just… that… I was thinking more legs across the lap and arms around the neck… like boyfriend and g-girlfriend.” She shies back further with each word, and you’re surprised she hasn’t jumped behind the chair yet.
>”But you don’t have to if you want to….”
>Applejack sighs.
>”You’re the King, and ah don’t want to lose yet.”
>Applejack twists in your lap, looking at you now. She scoots up your legs a bit, throwing her arms around your neck and wrapping you in a tight embrace.
>Her dark freckles burn brightly on her red face.
>”I’m not surprised that you’re hopping around laps so easily, Applejack.” Rarity says coolly, failing to hide her smirk at Applejack’s embarrassment.
>Applejack ignores Rarity's comment.
“Do I get a kiss too?”
>You whisper just loud enough for Applejack to hear.
>Applejack grits her teeth, and you feel her grip around your neck tighten considerably.

>”Don’t push your luck, Anon.” She spits out at you.
>You wink at her. All that tough attitude and she’s still blushing like crazy.
“Did Rarity have to-“
>A sharp elbow into your guts promptly shuts you up.
>”If yall want to live through the night, Ah’d hush up.” Her vicious expression makes the threat seem more like a promise.
>You hush up. For now.
>”Is that all, Fluttershy?” Pinkie asks.
>Fluttershy manages a nod, then lays her straw on the table.
>”Alright, round two. Put your straws back in.”
>Applejack gets up off your lap, returning to her chair.
>You throw your straw back into the pot.
>Pinkie shuffles them again, and once more, everything picks out one.
>This time, you see a ‘4’ marked on your straw.
>Shit, better luck next time.
>”Hell yeah!” Rainbow jumps up, showing the crown on her straw.
>”I’m the King, no- the Queen!” She laughs, putting her hands on her hands and laughing.
>Going to be interesting to see what Dash does.
>She sits back down, crossing her legs over and smiling.
>Rainbow’s eyes go around the entire room as she glances at everyone.
>You absentmindedly hide your straw away, so she can’t see your number.

>”The King gets to spank number 2!” Rainbow shouts.
>Jeez, not one to ease in slowly, is she?
>Then again, it was Rainbow. If she wasn’t fast and competitive, what was she?
>The girl in the room with the smallest tits?
>Ouch, Anon, that’s harsh. Remember it’s not the size of the boobs, but how easy you can pinch the nipples.
>Pay attention, idiot.
>You snap out of your reverie, focusing back on the room.
>”I’m number 5!” 
>Pinkie lunges out of her seat, making a beeline for Dash.
>More like dashing at Dash.
>Hehehe.
>Rainbow frowns at Pinkie, turning to point a finger at you.
>”W-wait! Isn’t Anon number two?”
>Wait. What.
>You blink.
>She was looking at your straw, the fucker. 
>Of course, she was seeing it from upside-down before you had hidden it away earlier.
>Guess she had gotten 2 and 5 reversed.
>Oh Rainbow, just how close your plan had come to fruition.
“Nope, I’m five.”
>You drop your straw on the table and recline back in your chair.

“Now, King, get your spank ready.”
>Rainbow’s earlier confidence seems to have deflated.
>”W-well… fine!”
>”Were you trying to spank Anon on purpose, Rainbow?” Twilight asks as she fixes her glasses.
>”Yeah! Payback for earlier!” Rainbow turns on Twilight, standing on her heels.
>Her hands are balled into fists, and you spy a familiar tinge of red creeping up her face. Her bright magenta eyes were more like pinpricks now.
>”Revenge for what?” Twilight looks moderately interested, glancing between you and Dash.
>Pfft, revenge. She enjoyed that earlier molest session anyways.
>Jeez, isn’t that what rapists say?
>Rainbow freezes up at Twilight’s question.
>”Uh…W-welll…”
“Yeah, Rainbow. Revenge for what? Did I do something wrong?”
>You try to put on a concerned, friendly voice, and keep the shit eating grin an internal thing only.
>”Can we get on with this already?” Rarity sighs.
>”Yeah, I can only be bent over so long, Rainbow!” Pinkie says as she wags her butt.
>Apparently she’s been bent over with her arms on the couch and ass in the air for the longest time.
>That big, wonderful ass.
>Rainbow uses the group’s impatience to completely ignore yours and twilight’s question. 
>She turns to Pinkie and draws her hand back.
>God, you hope there’s no ‘cream’ in there. Wouldn’t be too good for a load of spank to get spanked out by Rainbow’s hand.
>That would be difficult to explain.
>And a little bit hot.

>In a blink and you’ll miss it moment, Rainbow’s hand arcs so fast through the air it actually blurs into a blue wave.
>And collides with Pinkie’s massive behind with a crack so boisterous and resounding that it would drown out thunder.
>You watch Rainbow’s hand disappear into the thickness that is Pinkie’s ass, leaving behind a massive handprint and sending out ripples through the girl’s juicy flesh.
>Like a stone on a still lake, Pinkie’s ass bounces and jiggles for an impressive amount of time after the initial impact, the after quakes of ass fat sending her booty on a repeating wiggle session.
>You’re leaning so far forward you’re on your tippy-toes.
>Even after Rainbow withdraws her hand, and for several long-drawn out moments afterwards, Pinkie’s butt keeps bobbing and weaving.
>Even the others seem to be mesmerized by this, fascinated by the incredibly impressive and erotic display of Newton’s First Law in action.
>To think you were able to fuck that only a while ago.
>”Wowee, Dash, that was a good hit!”
>Pinkie pops up, breaking the trance that had fallen over the room.
>Even Rainbow has to blink and shake her head to snap out of it.
>”Y-yeah, sure.” She puts her straw back down on the table.
“Alright, next round then. I’ll shuffle this time.”
>The others throw their straws in, and you quickly mix and rearrange them.
>And everyone draws again.
>And bam, you draw the fabled crown.

>You show it to the room.
>Thank god you’re quick with your hands, and a big fucking cheater. Easy to get the straw that way.
>Hopefully no one noticed.
“Everyone got their straws already?”
>There’s a few ‘yeahs’ around the room.
“Alright then, for my first order as king.” 
>You put your foot on the coffee table, gesturing to the heavens and trying your best royalty accent.
>Pinkie laughs and Rainbow groans.
>Just as you’re about to speak, there’s a sound from the hallway.
>DING DONG. DING DONG.
>What the fuck it that?
“What the hell is that?”
>Twilight jumps up off the floor.
>”Ooh, that would be the pizza!” She claps her hands together.
“You guys ordered pizza? When?”
>”When you were upstairs or outside or whenever.” Twilight giggles and fixes her glasses again.
>Pizza sounded real good right about now. Some solid food to balance out the booze.
>But you were the king! And what better then pizza and… and…
>Half-naked girls!
>An evil plan formed in your head.
>When Twilight jumped up, you just so happened to see her straw.
>’1.’
>This was either going to go so well, or so wrong.


>You grab Twilight by the arm before she can run to the door.
“Before you go answer…”
>Twilight blinks as she looks up at you. Her face is still flush from the alcohol and her body wobbles a bit from her inebriation.
“The king decrees: Number One has to answer the door in their underwear.”
>Oh Anon, you fucking pervy bastard.
>You must have had some sort of problem. No way anyone normal takes advantage of drunk girls this many times in one evening.
>This could definitely be one of those 'how I ended up in jail' stories you tell between getting shived in the kidneys and fucked in the ass. 
>”What!” Twilight basically screams at you. You’re pretty sure there’s some of her spit on your face.
>”Anon! I’m not doing that!” She wriggles free from your grasp.
>You cross your arms.
>”Oh come on, Twilight, that would be so funny for the pizza delivery guy!” Pinkie giggles.
>Even Applejack chuckles.
>”Now it’s ahbout the most original thing done here t’nite.”
“The audience demands it, Twilight!”
>You throw your arms out, keeping the really bad fake accent.
>”You guys are all perverts! I’m not letting a stranger see me in my underwear!” Twilight shakes her head fiercely.
“Hey, it is possible for the King to give their power to another player?” You turn and ask Pinkie suddenly.
>Have to sweeten the pot.
>She shrugs.
>”Not traditionally, but who cares, if you want, you can do it!”
>”How does that even matter?!” Twilight’s voice is shriller with each word.
“Well, if you do this order, I’ll pass the king straw to you. Then you can do whatever you want.”

>Twilight squints at you.
>Oh, how you seem to have caught her interest a little bit.
>Twilight looks back and forth from you and the straw you are holding.
>Come on, you drunk girl, take the bait.
“A-n-y-thing you want.”
>You stress each syllable carefully.
>”I think it would be funny too.” Fluttershy mumbles.
>God, you almost forgot she was here. All silent and everything she was.
>Everyone’s looking at Twilight now.
>”You’re all weirdos!” 
“If you don’t, you’re out of the game.”
>You shrug.
“Which means no chance at being the king.”
>Twilight’s back up against the wall. Metaphorically at least. She’s actually right in front of you and looking extremely embarrassed.
>”You can’t be serious!”
>No one in the room says anything, they just continue to look at her.
>Whether from peer pressure, the influence of alcohol, or the enticing King powers, Twilight eventually throws her hands up in the air and relents.
>”Jesus! Fine!”
>You try not to fist pump in victory.
>Twilight crosses her arms over her chest and jabs a finger in your side.
>”You’re going to regret this, Anon.”
>She actually seems a bit angry, although it’s hard to tell with how hard she’s blushing.
>"R-E-G-R-E-T." She punctuates each letter with a jab in your side.
>If only you could spell.
>You bow and point towards the hallway.
"Best not to keep the king waiting."

>Twilight fiddles with her hands a bit, nervously looking around the room before bringing the tips of her fingers to the edges of her shirt.
>The rest of the room fades from your vision as you concentrate entirely on the stripping highschool girl in front of you.
>Don’t let her see you lick your lips, Anon.
>And for the love of God, mind the pants tent. You’re wearing pajamas, not jeans remember.
>Twilight grabs the edges of her plain shirt, slowing peeling the fabric away and up, revealing her lithe and slim stomach.
>Compared to the others, she’s much smaller and thinner, probably due to the fact of being a nerd bookworm.
>And then the edges of her bra appear, the same dark purple-ish blue as her hair, trimmed in pink, and clinging to her chest tightly.
>She’s not packing massive milk udders like Ponk, Fluttershy or Rarity, but they’re modest enough to make little Anon perk up.
>Which promptly sends a brutal ache through your entire body.
>Calm down, Anon, you’re still not over your earlier ordeal.
>Twilight finally pulls her shirt above her head, the edges catching on her glasses a little bit and ruffling her hair as well.
>And then she’s stood half naked, attempting to cover her chest with her arms, and blushing madly, looking anywhere but at you.
>She takes a second to seemingly compose herself, and then grabs the waistline of her pajamas.
>And slowly lowers them.
>What’s the inverse of thick?
>Damn, she thinnn? And you just add ‘n’s for exaggeration? 
>Yeah that sounds right.
>Her panties match the color-coding of her bra, dark purple with pink trim.
>Her thighs are slim and narrow like the rest of her body, yet you can’t drag your eyes away from her trembling hips.
>Twilight steps out of her pants, leaving them on the floor.
>You want to slow clap and congratulate her, but you’re busy trying not to drool or pop an erection.
>The doorbell rings again.

>DING DONG. DING DONG.
>Oh that’s right, there’s someone at the door. You almost totally forgot that.
>Twilight seems to be trying to stop herself from hyperventilating. Her hands are clenched into fists and she’s breathing very slow and deeply.
>She doesn’t move for a few seconds.
>KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
>Looks like whoever is outdoors is getting impatient. She better get moving quickly before the pizza guy leaves.
>You clear your throat loudly. 
>Twilight opens her eyes to look at you. It’s more of a glare with how tightly-knit her eyebrows are.
“Still have to answer the door.”
>She huffs at you, and turns, mumbling something to herself.
>Twilight begins to walk out of the living room, taking small, stutter steps as she moves towards the front door.
>You creep after her.
>There’s more knocking on the door, louder this time.
>”Is anybody home, hello?” A voice calls from outside.
>It seems feminine. Another chick? Sweet. She’s probably going to be freaked the fuck out that someone half naked is answering the door, but that awkwardness makes it hot.
>Just like the start to your favourite porno.
>Did you order a pizza with extra cheese~!
>Concentrate Anon!
>You can’t see who’s on the other side of the door, the stain glass blurs whoever stands on the other side.

>Twilight saunters slowly towards the door, trying to tiptoe.
>As if that would do anything to hide her nakedness.
> You feel the presence of others behind you, and turn to find the rest of the girls peering around you at the door too.
>You flip the straw up in your hand.
“The king commands you rabble back to the couch.”
>”You can’t do that!” Rainbow Dash protests. 
“I’m the king, I can do whatever I please as long as I hold this straw.”
>”Oh, Anon, that’s not fun!” Pinkie also expresses her disappointment.
“The King orders two, three, four, five, six back to the living room. Or else, you’re out.”
>The group grumbles.
>”Varmint… little…. Jackass…” Applejack mumbles underneath her breath as she heads back to the couch.
>The others also slink back into the living room, muttering silent curses at you.
>Ah, it’s good to be the king.
>You’re definitely getting overthrown by these girls as the first chance.
>Whatever, worth it.
>You turn back to Twilight.
>She’s standing right at the front of the door, hand on the knob.
>But refusing to turn it.
>Knocking on the door increases.
>”HEELLLLLOO?! I’m going to leave with your pizza if you don’t answer the door!”
>The voice outside is getting restless.
>Twilight seems to be frozen up. She’s not moving, just staring at the doorknob.
>That won’t do.

>You need to see her embarrassment. Like some sort of sick voyeur. 
>Like all that bullying anime you secretly watch yet condemn online.
>You sneak up behind Twilight.
>She either doesn’t hear you, or doesn’t care, because she doesn’t react at all. 
>This’ll be good.
>You trail your pointer finger down the arch of her back.
>The effect is almost instantaneous.
>Twilight’s whole back spasms as if you tasered her, the muscles snapping and contracting as her entire form shudders.
>You hear the quick intake of her breath, as she spins around on you.
>”ANON!”
>With her hand still on the doorknob, her twisting motion opens the door, flinging the whole thing open.
>Twilight smacks you on the shoulder hard.
>”Don’t do that!” She berates you.
>You’re not really looking at her. More like looking over her shoulder.
>At the Pizzagirl.
>Who is now standing on the doorstep, hand mid-knock, and mouth agape, staring at the half-naked Twilight wailing on your shoulder.
>”Uh… Twilight?” The new girl says.
>If you thought touching Twilight’s back made her jump, then her reaction this time is nothing short of a total body convulsion.
>Like her entire soul is just being brutally sucked out of her body.
>Her pupils disappear almost entirely, and heavy beads of sweat form and drop from her forehead.
>She turns slowly to face the girl, like a puppet with its strings cut.
>The girl with the pizza looks equally shocked, and both just sort of stare at each other wordlessly for a minute.

>You take a moment to study Pizzagirl.
>Orange-y looking, with a mix of really wild golden and red hair.
>Kinda looks familiar, you’re not sure why though.
>5/5 cute, you’d say. 
>Finally Twilight seems to find her voice.
>”S-sun…set.”
>Pizzagirl seems to nod slowly. Her eyes slowly flicker over to you, before focusing back on Twilight.
>”Twilight.” Her voice is uncertain. “Why are you….” She points at Twilight with one hand, supporting the bag of pizza with the other.
>”Uh… I can explain.” 
“She’s stripping because I’m the King.”
>Sure, that answer cleared a lot up, Anon.
>”Anon, quiet!” Twilight whirls around to yell at you again.
>You shrug.
“Hey, it’s the truth.”
>Sunset takes a deep breath.
>”Imagining I accepted that answer as good explanation, why is he ‘King’?”
>She points at you now.
>”It’s a game we’re playing.” Twilight tries to explain.
>You really just want to get this over with so there can be pizza.
“It’s called the King’s game, whoever is the King gets to order people around and do stupid stuff. I’m the King, and ordered Twilight to answer the door in her undies.”
>Sunset blinks at you.
“That explains how we ended up in the current situation, now can you please bring the pizza in?”
>”Y-eah, that’s pretty much it…” Twilight admits sheepishly.
>There’s another moment of awkward silence as the three of you just stand there.
>”I guess I should bring the pizza in.” Sunset breaks the silence and steps through the door.
>”Yes! Definitely!” Twilight perks up, racing over to help Sunset with the pizza bag.
>”I didn’t know you were working tonight Sunset, although that explains why you said you couldn’t make it over tonight.”

>Sunset shrugs. 
>”They had me scheduled for a late shift but didn’t tell me the exact time so I wasn’t sure if I’d be done in time.
>She looks down at the watch on her wrist.
>”Although I should be off soon…
>”Can you stay?!” Twilight practically screams and leaps off her feet with enthusiasm.
>Sunset bites her lip as she thinks.
>”I really should head back and sign off, but...."
>Twilight must be giving Sunset one hell of a face, because you can see Sunset's relent.
>"Oh well, it’s like one in the morning, I’m pretty sure they won’t mind too much.”
>”So that means you can stay?”
>”Yes, Twilight, I can stay.”
>The two of them make giddy girl noises. 
>Twilight tries to go for a hug, but almost drops the pizza box.
>So you ‘helpfully’ take it from her so her and Sunset can hug.
>They gossip and laugh for a few moments, so you decide to head back into the living room.
>None of the girls are peaking around the corner, so at least they listened to your command.
>They are all staring up at you when you enter.
>You place the pizza box on the living room table, and settle back down in your chair.
“All yours, girls.”
>All focus seems to be on the pizza box now, instead of wondering who the strange girl in the hall was.
>Sunset’s and Twilight’s voices grow in volume as they turn the corner into the living, talking about something you’re not really interested in listening to.
>”Sunset!” Pinkie is the first to notice and springs up, running to wrap the girl in a bone crushing hug.
>Sunset audibly ‘oofs’ as Pinkie hugs her, before giving her a small pat on the back and returning the hug.
>”Hey Pinkie.” Sunset looks to the rest of the room. “What’s up guys?”
>By now the others have gotten up too, all of them taking their time to hug and welcome Sunset.
>You feel klnda weird, being the only one to not welcome her, but it wasn’t like you knew her too well.
>Might come off as a creep.

>You know, as the only male in this room.
>Did she think you were gay too?
>Oh boy, that really did have to be cleared up eventually.
>Instead, you decide to focus on the pizza situation, turning the box towards you and flipping the cover open.
>Instead of being euphoric in the presence of deliciously hot and fresh pizza, you are mortified.
“What the hell is this?”
>You stare into the box.
>Charred yellow fruit stares back at you.
>”Ooooh, Pineapple, my favourite!”
>Pinkie sits down on the arm of your chair, reaching into the pizza box to nab a slice.
>She takes the piece with the most pineapple, and stares at you unblinkingly as she bites into it.
>If you could be any more physically green from disgust, this would probably be the moment.
>There’s goosebumps on your arm as you watch Pinkie eat her slice of pizza.
>You thought it was just a meme, people enjoying pineapple on pizza.
>You never actually believed it could have been real.
>You’re actually angry, you want nothing more than to slap that pizza out of Pinkie’s hands.
>She must see the expression on your face because she’s giving you a massive shit eating grin.
>”Isn’t it just the best, Anon. Here, have a bite!”
>She brings her piece closer to your face.
“I would rather die than eat pineapple on pizza.”
>Pinkie pokes the pizza into the side of your face.
>You stare at her with the fury of a thousand collapsing suns.
>She shrugs after you fail to relent.

>”More for me!”
>She wolfs down the rest of her slice.
>You’re not hungry for pizza anymore.
>”Sorry, Anon, Pinkie’s the boss on pizza orders.” Twilight pats you on the shoulder as she walks past back to the couch.
>”Just pick off what you don’t like, jeez.” Rainbow grabs a slice herself.
>You can pick shit off your food, but it’s still gonna taste like shit.
>You really don’t want to sperg out into an argumentative debate on why people who like pineapple on pizza are usually monsters in society.
>So you just keep your mouth shut.
>Sunset settles down into the chair next to you.
>”Oh, I guess I should introduce you two.” Twilight says.
>Sunset laughs.
>”I already know Anon, Twi, no worries.”
>You raise an eyebrow.
>Huh? She already knew you.
>Might explain why she looked a little bit familiar. Maybe one of your class projects from the previous years or something.
>You look at Sunset for a second, but nothing immediate jumps out at you.
>Then again, maybe you just couldn’t remember. Wouldn’t be the first time you forgot someone’s name or something.

>Twilight seems to be intrigued as well, voicing your inner thoughts.
>”You know Anon already?”
>Sunset looks over at you. You can barely meet her eyes before they flicker away.
>”Yeah, from school.”
That seems to satisfy Twilight, who quiets down and turns her attention to the rest of her friends.
>However, you’re left wondering how the fuck this girl knows you.
> Maybe you’ll get a chance to ask later on.
>Damn, that was several things you had to clear up.
>Almost like there was a cosmic force that prevented any sort of meaningful character development.
>”Soooo… you mentioned something called the Kings Game?” Sunset pats her hands on her knees, glancing at the scattered straws on the coffee table.
>”Don’t worry, I can explain.” Pinkie is quick to get another straw marked off for Sunset. She carefully explains the rules.
>”Sort of like truth or dare.” Sunset mutters as Pinkie finishes her explanation.
>”Good to know Ah’m not the only one who thinks that.” Applejack reaffirms.
“With more randomness on who actually does the dare, I guess.”
>”So, is there any sort of limit to what we can actually tell each other to do?” Sunset asks.
>You point towards the pile of cans and bottle surround the coffee table.
“Only as far as your liquid courage lets you.”
>”Seeing as how you got Twilight to… answer the door like that, I’m surprised that one even worked.”
>”Yeah well, Anon is an asshole, Sunset. Don’t let him see your straw.” Twilight states as she begins to re-dress herself in the corner, throwing on her pants and shirt quickly before sitting back down.
“Hey, you agreed to it. Speaking of which.”

>You roll the King straw between your fingers, before tossing the thing over towards Twilight.
>She fumbles to catch it, but managed to reel it in.
>”Shouldn’t that be with the rest of the pile?” Sunset asks.
“Part of the deal, she gets the straw this turn. Pinkie allowed it so complain to her.”
>”Not complaining, just wondering.” Sunset leans back in her chair.
>”Alright, next round coming right up!” Pinkie shuffles the straws quickly, handing them out to you and the rest of the girls.
>You grab yours and hide it away quickly.
>If Twilight didn’t know your number, she wouldn’t be able to do jack shit to you, regardless of if she was King or not.
>Truly a perfect strategy with no flaws whatsoever. 
>Twilight clears her throat loudly, and when you glance over, there’s a dangerous gleam in her eyes.
>What did she have planned? Surely something grand to get revenge on your ass.
>Of all the girls here to try and outsmart, maybe picking a battle with her wasn’t the greatest idea.
>But you were on a quest, to get as much action as possible.
>So there couldn’t be any regrets. Besides, it’s not as if Twilight could think of anything that you wouldn’t be able to do.
>Your mind was devious and dirty, way more so than hers.
>There was nothing she could suggest that would make you flinch,
>Twilight jumps up from her chair, tossing the straw into the air and throwing out some type of weird, stilted pose, covering half her face with her hand, and raising her other hand to the sky dramatically.

>The straw comes back down spinning, which she deftly catches in-between two fingers without flinching or pausing her movement whatsoever.
>She pushes her glasses back up on her nose a bit, glaring across the room at you.
>Suddenly you don’t feel so sure with yourself anymore.
>”Since Anon got to bend the rules a little, isn’t it fair if I do the same, Pinkie?”
>Twilight’s voice seems very cold and distant.
>Calculating.
>Pinkie shrugs, seemingly much more interested in the pizza on the table.
>”Sure, whatever! You’re the King, you make the rules.”
>So much for any sort of backup or reasonable counsel.
>You were going to have to deal with whatever this purple monster threw at you, for better or worse.
>You lean back in your chair, crossing her arms and staring back at Twilight unblinkingly.
>You weren’t chicken.
>This was one game you weren’t going to lose.
>You twirl your straw in your fingers, keeping the number hidden from any nosey glances.
>A ‘5’ stares back at you.
>”The King commands number one to stand up.” Twilight voice booms in the living room, undeniable authority resonating with each word.
>”That would be me.” Fluttershy slowly sits up, revealing her straw to the group. She stands, turning to look at Twilight.
>You knit your brow in confusion.
>Why would she command something so innocuous. 
>Unless…
>Twilight’s eyes glance around the room.

>”The King commands number two to stand.”
>This…. This couldn’t be happening! No fucking way.
>You can feel your heartbeat quicken, realizing exactly what shenanigans this girl was trying to pull.
>”That’s me, darling.” Rarity’s voice is equally cool and collected. She flicks her straw back onto the table, but doesn’t stand, remaining lounged out on the couch.
>One by one she was going to eliminate everyone.
>Until she found you. And then…
>Then you were at her mercy.
>So much for the perfect strategy. Seems bending the rules had come back to bite you in the ass.
>All that would remain is determining exactly what she would do to you.
>You grit your teeth. She might have outplayed you with this, but your will was resolute. As long as you made it through her task, the last laugh would be yours.
>”The King orders number three to stand up.”
>”That’s mah number.” Applejack waves her straw in the air half-heartedly. She too doesn’t rise, merely looking at Twilight with an expression of interest, waiting to see what she plan she was concocting. 
>Twilight is staring dead at you.
>You’re staring right back with a neutral expression. You would not give this girl the satisfaction. 
>Twilight continues speaking.
>”The King commands number four to stand.”
>Rainbow flicks her straw on the table, and clicks her tongue.
>”That’s mine.”
>She stands from her chair, crossing her arms and looking at Twilight.

>Your time has run out, your number was next.
>Your fingers close on your straw tightly, bending it. You try not to let any fear creep into your face as Twilight stares you down.
>”The King commands number five to stand.”
>No one in the room moves for a second.
>Twilight’s eyes bore into you.
>There’s no use trying to prolong this.
>Rise to the challenge, Anon. Show this girl what you were made of.
>You sigh loudly, everyone in the room turning to look at you.
>You slowly rise out of your chair, revealing your straw to the room.
“I’m number five.”
>The faintest trace of a smile is visible on Twilight’s face, but her expression is otherwise unreadable.
“Do your worst, Twilight.”
>Your thoughts raced. What could she possibly do to you? You’d fucking strip down and drink the grimy remains in all the beer bottles if she ordered you to.
>What could phase the mighty Anon? You weren’t really sure what to expect, although you knew it wasn’t going to be pleasant.
>She had been planning her revenge the moment you made her strip, letting the plan boil away in the corners of her mind until it could come to fruition.
>And unfortunately for you, that moment had come so much sooner than you had expected.
>It didn’t surprise you that Twilight could be this clever.
>It frightened you.
>You can’t see Twilight’s eyes behind the glare of her glasses. You don’t know whether she is staring you down or looking around the room, trying to figure out what to get you to do.
>Her smiles grows, looking more like a twisted grin with each passing second.
>Her head tilts down the slightest, and you follow with your eyes, looking at the coffee table.
>What could she possibly be…
>The pizza box.
>OH GOD NO.
>”The King command number five to eat one slice of pineapple pizza.”
>You feel the blood in your veins freeze.
>Your breath catches in your throat, and the corners of your vision go dark.

>Sweat forms on your brow, and your heartbeat pounds relentlessly in your ears.
>You had given yourself away in your confidence.
>Oh all the truly horrendous punishments you could possibly imagine, this had to be the worst.
>You can feel the entire room looking at you, expectantly.
>Your eyes go back and forth from the pizza box to Twilight’s.
>The maniac smirk on her face is larger than ever.
>You try to reach for the pizza box, but your arms don’t obey.
>All you can feel is your dry tongue sitting heavily in your mouth.
>”What’s wrong, Anon?”
>Twilight’s voice is icy, and you hear the venom resting in her tone.
>”Surely a little bit of pizza isn’t too bad of a dare, right?”
>COME ON ANON.
>You scream at yourself internally.
>Grow a fucking pair! Grab that slice of pizza and gobble it down like it’s the most fucking delicious thing you have ever seen.
>Don’t get beat like this.
>Your fingers twitch, and you find your muscles loosening. 
>Your hand crawls towards the pizza box slowly, and you find your willpower swilling gently inside you.
>You’d done worse than this before, seen much worse.
>Of all the horrors in your life, and everything you had seen on the internet…. This…
>This was nothing.
>You hand grabs the edge of a slice of pizza, and you take it out of the box, raising the slice to your face.

>Do it, you fucking pussy.
>You open your mouth, your tongue is still dry and your lips tremble.
>The smell is the first thing to hit you.
>The delicious meaty smell of fresh pizza, with warm melted cheese and toasty pepperoni.
>And then the charred fruitiness of the cooked pineapple. 
>It’s enough to make you gag.
>Bile rises in the back of your throat, which you have to suppress down.
>There’s tears in your eyes.
>Don’t cry, Anon.
>The tip of the pizza is inside your mouth.
>Mechanically working your jaws, you bite down on the edge of the slice.
>Flavour explodes inside your mouth, gooey cheese goodness and tasty chunks of pepperoni.
>All of it soiled by the citrusy pineapple, the pieces bursting under your teeth and splattering juice all inside your mouth.
>It hurts more than you could possible imagine.
>But you force yourself to continue.
>A bite, a swallow, a bite, a swallow. Your mouth stinks of some rancid fruity, meaty mixture.
>And then… it’s over.
>The crust is the only thing that’s left, and you let it sit in your mouth for a minute to get rid of the taste of pineapple.
>Finally, you swallow.
>Somewhere in the depths of your stomach, you feel your guts contort and churn. You clamp down with all your might.
>No vomit, Anon, you’re a big boy.
>You sigh as your stomach settles, glaring across the room back at Twilight.
>Her smirks seems to have faded.
>Your plan failed. 
>She has made an enemy for life.

>You wipe your hands together to get rid of the pizza crumbs.
“Done. Is that all?”
>You hope you’re not looking as green as you feel.
>You were only a few more bites away from projectile vomiting all over the room and everyone in it.
>Twilight crosses her arms. The straw deftly swirls between her fingers.
>Maybe you shouldn’t have been to quick to taunt her. She was still the King until the round was over.
>”Jeez, Anon, it was only Pineapple.”
>Sunset’s voice barely registers in your ears.
>She wouldn’t understand.
>Frigging pineapple lovers, making other suffer in their ignorance.
“It’s more about enjoying other’s suffering. You wouldn’t get it, being sober and all.”
>Sunset nudges one of the empty cans on the floor with her foot.
>”I was hoping this would last later into the evening, but oh well.”
>She reaches into her jacket, producing a tiny tin flask.
>Woah, Sunset was carrying booze the whole time?
>Maybe you pegged this girl wrong at the start.
>”I can solve that problem real quickly.”
>She looks at you and smirks, giving the flask a shake and sloshing around the unknown liquid inside it.
>”Are you two done, because I’m still the King.”
>Twilight speaks before you can say anything else.
>Guess she’s got something else in mind for you.
>Twilight puts a finger on her chin, and begins to pace back and forth.
>Oh boy.

>Get ready for whatever else she wants to throw at you, Anon.
>”Since you made me strip down, it’s only fair that you return that favour.”
>Your hands go towards your pajama pants.
>”Stop.”
>Twilight holds up her hand.
>You pause.
>With everything else you’ve been through tonight, being in your underwear was the least embarrassing thing you could do.
>Maybe you shouldn’t have been so eager.
>Oh well.
>”That alone is a bit too easy, Anon.” Twilight continues her pacing.
>”Sooo… The King commands number five to strip down into their undies, AND…”
>She pauses for dramatic effect, spinning and pointing a finger at Sunset.
>”AND… go into the closet with number six for…”
>Twilight taps her chin for a few seconds.
>”…ten minutes.”
>Is that all?
>You don’t say that, of course.
>This is probably one of the more tamer things she could have asked.
>Easy fucking peasy, boyz.
>”TWILIGHT!”

>Guess someone else seems to think otherwise.
>You turn to look at Sunset.
>She’s glowering at Twilight.
>Oh my, is that a bit of pink in her face there.
>Well, considering her and Pinkie were the only two left with straws, you guess you got off a bit lucky.
>Really didn’t need anymore alone time with Pinkie just yet.
>Although this seems a bit more like seven minutes in heaven than the Kings Game.
>Well, whatever, ten minutes in a small enclosed space half-naked with a girl you just met around five minutes ago.
>What could possibly go wrong.
>Now, all there was is finding the closet.
>You glance over to Sunset.
“Might want some of that courage now.” You say as you point at her flask.
>She’s still glaring at Twilight, but looks at you just long enough to blush a little bit deeper.
>Twilight moves around the back on the couch, sauntering over to the small closet door at the corner of the living room.
>”Over here.”
>Her voice is still authoritative. Less like she’s asking and more like a demand.
>You make your way over. 
>Sunset trails behind you, looking down at the floor.
>Twilight opens the closet door.
>Oh…
>Wow.
>That’s a really tiny closet.

>Like, one person squeezing in there would have to shimmy.
>Two people, oh it was going to be a real tight squeeze.
“Bit small there, isn’t it?”
>Twilight shrugs, barely looking at you.
>”Anon. Strip.”
>Oh right, you had to do that too.
>And you’d really gotten used to wearing that ‘juicy’ t-shirt. 
>You quickly strip out of your pants and shirt, throwing them on a nearby shelf nonchalantly. 
>Own your nakedness, Anon.
>Sunset covers her eyes with her hands.
>Twilight gives you a bored look, before nodding and pointing into the closet.
>Ten minutes?
>EZ.
>You walk past her, turning sideways to cram yourself into the tiny space.
>There’s boxes, clothes, shoes, and god only knows what else squat into this little mini-room.
>If you were half your size, you might be able to stand normally in here.
>As you are not that small, you forced to contort and bend down awkwardly to force yourself in.
>Man, standing like this for ten minutes is going to make you sore tomorrow.
>But you’re finally inside, staring out at Twilight and Sunset.
>Sunset’s still not looking at you.

>She glares at Twilight once more, as if trying to get her to relent.
>Twilight simply keeps pointing into the closet.
>Sunset sighs. She raises her flask to her lips and takes a few, big swallows.
>She wipes her mouth quickly and hides the flask back inside her jacket.
>”Let’s get this over with.” She mutters.
>It’s a tighter squeezes than she imagined, you guess.
>Seeing as how you watch her eyes roam over the entirety of the closet before settling on you.
>You wink at her. Probably not the greatest idea, but whatever.
>This was turning out to be worse off for Sunset than you.
>Seemed like the opposite of what Twilight wanted, unless she had planned the whole thing from the start.
>As some sort of payback for Sunset missing the first half of the sleepover.
>That seemed a bit far-fetched though.
>Sunset keeps looking around the closest.
>You try to fold yourself up more and make a little bit more room, but it’s probably a futile action.
“It’s not going to get any bigger in here.”
>”Y-yeah, I know.” She mutters.
>As she steps in, Twilight closes the door behind her.
>The light from the living room vanishes, leaving only the faint traces of illumination trickling in through the cracks underneath door.
>Now it wasn’t only cramped, it was dark and cramped.
>Certainly didn’t make moving any easier.
>You can barely see Sunset now, the light from outside making the fringes of her hair glow, sending a red and orange tide across the closet.
>Her blue eyes shimmer slightly in the dim closet, but you can’t make out the expression on her face.
>She tries to squeeze in by you, but that doesn’t work, so instead she steps over your leg.

>Bad idea.
>You’re a bit taller than her, so when she steps down, you feel your thigh go way up between her skirt.
>And because you’re not wearing any pants, the inside of her legs rubs teasingly against you.
>You're pretty sure you just almost kneed her in the vag.
>Sunset jumps at the sensation, losing her footing and almost tumbling face first into the closet shelves.
>You’re quick to reach out, grabbing at anything to stop her from falling.
>You hand finds her wrist, and you yank her back just enough to slow her momentum.
>But now she’s falling towards you.
>Sunset’s body land on you, pushing your back into some dusty boxes you were leaned up against.
>One of her hands comes to rest on your bare chest, the other on your shoulder as she leans into you heavily. 
>She's basically on top of you now.
>Her hot breath blows gently on your face, tickling your skin.
>You can smell the booze on her, the clear stench of vodka and it’s cleaning alcohol odor invading your nostrils.
>She doesn’t move, and you don’t say anything.
>For a moment in the darkness, all there is, is the soft gentle sensation of her breathing, and the trembling of her hands on your skin.
“You alright?”
>You decide to break the silence, although your voice is barely louder than a whisper.

>There’s no noise from outside the closet door.
>You wonder if Twilight and the others have left the room or if they are outside listening in very closely.
>You wouldn’t put it past her, exactly. 
>But you would doubt some of the others are quiet enough for you not to hear.
>Pinkie, especially.
>Sunset’s hand squeezes your shoulder.
>You can feel her move her feet around as she tries to get a better foothold.
>”I-I’m fine… thanks.”
>Her voice carries lowly in the dusty closet air.
>And that’s all she says.
>Silence reigns again for several moments.
>You’re not really sure what to say to her.
>After all, you’re only really an acquaintance.
>There’s really only one thing on your mind, and that’s how she knew you from earlier.
>Finding a lack of other conversational topics, you decide this is really the only think you can ask her.
“About earlier… you said you knew me?”
>”Yeah… and?”
“Well… I’m wondering from where… because I really don’t recall.”
>You can only assume that Sunset is staring at you like you’re an idiot.
>That or she’s really offended.
>It’s impossible to tell either way, you can’t make out her face at all in the dark.
>”…That’s not funny, Anon.”
>You blink. Not that it matters much in the darkness.
“What do you mean?”

>”Pretending not to know me, that’s not cool.”
>Now you’re really flabbergasted.
>Were you this stupid, or was she really shiczo?
“I’m honest, I feel like I know you, but can’t place it.”
>You feel Sunset’s grip on your shoulder tighten.
>She brings her face closer to yours.
>”…You’re not joking.”
>It’s less of a question and more of a statement.
>You can feel Sunset’s body sag, like a balloon leaking air. She leans into you more, and you can feel her hips on your waist.
>She’s closer now.
>You can scarcely make out the whites of her eyes. Her blue irises glimmer with moisture.
>It’s clear you upset her.
“I…I feel like I should, but…”
>The mental block in your brain refuses to budge.
>Like the answer on the tip of your tongue that you know is there but for some reason you cannot spit it out.
>”I knew it was strange when you looked at me like I was a stranger. I didn’t expect it to be this bad… but I guess it was.”
>Sunset moves even closer. 
>Her hand moves from your chest to caress your cheek,
>She turns your face so you are looking directly at her.

>Her face is right next to yours. You can see the glossiness of her lips, and the darkness of blush in her cheeks.
>”I didn’t forget you, though.”
>You’re not sure what to say, so you wait for her to continue.
>”What do you remember about me, Anon?”
>You open your mouth to spit back an obvious answer, but hesitate.
>It was a good question, what exactly did you remember about Sunset?
>Your brain searches in on itself, running through the memories of her that you have.
>You know her from school, obviously. But how much more was there than that.
>The more you delve the foggier it gets.
>Like it was so clear and plain on the surface, but the further you dig, the more cracks there were.
>The more unstable the foundation was.
>There’s brief flashes of her at school, but you really can’t place what you were doing at the time.
>Or what others were doing.
>Just that you were there, and so was Sunset.
>You jaws hangs open for a bit, as you try to formulate words.
>But there really isn’t an answer to speak.
>She’s a friend of Twilight’s, obviously, but when did she start attending Canterlot High?
>When did she move to town?
>Was she always here?
>You try to pry away the wall of fog in your head, searching for any real concrete piece that you knew this girl.
>There was that whole ordeal at the formal with Sunset and Twilight competing for top dog, but you really can’t remember more than that.
>Then again, that was your first year at CHS, and you hadn’t really been very social back then.
>So it made sense for your memory to be foggy, right?

>But there’s nothing you can find.
>You imagine you look like a fish out of water, mouth hanging open as you stutter on your answer.
>Sunset sighs.
>”Twilight is going to kill me for this… but I don’t care.”
>You’re about to ask what when Sunset leans in.
>Her form blocks all the light seeping under the closet door, and you are momentarily lost in the shadows.
>You’re about to ask what she’s doing when you feel her hot breath on your lips.
>You freeze up.
>Sunset kisses you.
>You don’t need to see to sense the soft touch of her warm lips against yours.
>But that’s not the most important thing to note right now.
>There’s a growing heat in your head, replacing the vacant feeling from earlier.
>As if the cobwebs and dizziness clogging your brain are being burned away.
>And then, like ripples in your neurons, things start coming back to you.
>That fog wall segmenting your thoughts evaporates away, and you are left dealing with the flood of memories.
>Something around Sunset’s neck is glowing faintly under her clothes, emitting a pleasant soft pink light that swirls in the small enclosed closet space.

>But that’s not something you’re really focused on.
>Instead, your brain is struggling to handle the new surge of memories that are currently rattling through your brain.
>So many of them concerning Sunset, Twilight and the rest of the girls.
>Prom night comes flooding back to you with a vengeance.
>It seems so much different now than what you thought you remembered.
>Sure, the stuff where Twilight and Sunset were competing for that stupid crown is all the same, but there’s a few irregularities that you don’t remember here and there.
>Specially the part where Sunset was a total bitch, grew horns and turned everyone into zombies.
>And the magic of friendship shit that Twilight and her friends used to finally subdue Sunset.
>Doesn’t really seem like the type of thing someone forgot, even if they tried really hard.
>You wonder if you should be freaked out now that she’s kissing you.
>The whole thing about wanting to control the world and whatever the fuck Equestria was.
>Bit too batshit crazy for your tastes.
>The other whole thing about magic sort of being real should also be making you freak out.
>You chalk it up to information overload that you’re not soiling yourself or screaming like a little girl.
>It seems more like a dream than actual reality, maybe that’s why you’re able to keep calm for now.
>Could also be the fact that maybe Sunset is using some weird type of magic shit to keep you under control. 
>Some sort of weird succubus stuff, considering that’s kinda what she looked like when she went all haywire.
>Was Sunset a demon?

>Every thought just spurs a new stream of memories in your consciousness.
>Sunset being a really big dick in school, to virtually everybody.
>Movement brings you back to the present for a split second, and you’re vaguely aware of Sunset pulling away from you, breaking the kiss.
>The glow from earlier is gone, leaving you back in the darkness.
>All you can do is really blink. If there wasn’t an answer before, you didn’t have a goddamn clue as to what to say or do now.
>You open your mouth to breathe.
>Sunset slaps her hand over your mouth.
>She must have thought you were going to scream.
>You could have been, you’re kinda on auto-pilot now.
>”Ssssssh, Anon! J-just let me explain, please!”
>You nod slowly.
>She must have at least saw the gesture, because she removes her hand from your mouth.
>The gears in your head turn slowly, and you blink a few times.
>Thought swirl in your head like a drunken mess.
>You mentally give a shoutout to Pinkie’s drugs and the booze for deadening your responses a bit.
>Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, but you force it to move.
“Are you a demon?”
>Sunset was already trying to answer the second you opened your mouth.
>”Magic is real, Anon, and – what?”
>She stops.

>You’re sure she’s staring at you.
>”That’s your first question?!” She hisses at you, seemingly offended.
>You try to shrug, but smack your arms into the sides of the closet.
“I mean… t-the wings… and the weird red skin…everything about that really…”
>Sunset sighs, it seems more like a relaxed sigh than an annoyed one.
>”That sounds more like a succubus than a demon… really.”
“What’s the difference? Are they both real?”
>"Well I couldn't see myself, you know!"
"That doesn't explain anything!"
>”Well, a demon is more of a- wait, that’s not really what you should be concerned about!”
>She pokes you in the chest.
>”Aren’t you going to be like ‘WAIT SUNSET, MAGIC IS REAL?’” She puffs out her chest and puts on her best dumb guy impersonation.
>You’re a little offended.
>But it’s a pretty good impersonation of your voice.
“There’s a long line of questions that I have, they’re just flying out in a random order.”
>You guess you should humor her enough to let the conversation flow her way, at least initially.
“So… magic is real.”
>”Sort of…”
>Wow, nice concrete answer.
“…Sort of?”
>”Not like magic exists everywhere or all the time, just that a certain few artifacts from a certain few places might have the ability to… you know… create magic.
>That’s not really clearing anything up.
“So like, what artifacts and what places?”

>”Can we queue that question back a few spots for now. I mean, I’m trying to ease you into this.”
“Yeah… sure whatever.”
>”I was expecting you to freak out more, but that fact that you’re so calm is unnerving me way more.”
>At this point you wouldn’t put this situation past being nothing more than some sort of coma dream.
>You could have tripped getting into the closet and smacked your head, and this whole thing was some sort of dying dream sequence.
>Would explain the missing memories, brain damage and all.
>Kinda makes more sense than magic and demons being real.
>Maybe you and Sunset had gotten into the closet and both passed out from the lack of oxygen in such a small place, and this was just your dying brain’s last attempt to function on no breathable air.
>Combination of both maybe… who knows.
>All of that being said, freaking out wouldn’t exactly be the best thing to do now.
>If this was all a dream, you’d just wake up.
>If you were dying, it’d probably kill you.
>If all of this was real, you just scare the hell out of Sunset and Twilight and her friends would think you were crazy.
>You know, being the super magical girls they were. With… the horse tails and ears.
“Wait, did Twilight have a tail and ears?”
>”Is that really your next question?!” Sunset looks like she wants to strangle you.
“I don’t think you understand how jarring having all these memories coming back to you are.”
>Sunset looks away.

>Focus up a little bit, Anon.
“So… ugh, biggest question besides all the magic stuff, is why my memories were shot in the first place.”
>Sunset shuffles a little bit.
>”Anon, please, you have to understand. We couldn’t just let people walk around with memories of that.”
>The emotional part of you wants to be mad at Sunset because someone memory fucked you without your permission.
>The rational part of you realizes that if the world knew magic was real, that would probably be really bad.
>Abducted by the government and dissected in a lab sort of bad.
>Or thrown in a psych ward sort of bad.
“I… I can understand that…”
>”I’m so sorry, Anon. You don’t know how bad that decision made me feel, but it had to be done.”
“I mean… maybe had you not gone sort of power crazy, we could have avoided the whole thing in the first place.”
>Sunset doesn’t respond to that.
>You feel her grip on your arm increase a bit.
>You remember that you’re still all sorts of fucking naked right now.
>Didn’t really expect this sort of situation when you first came in here.
>”It-it’s hard to explain, Anon.”
>There’s a few more seconds of silence, and it’s clear that Sunset isn’t willing to give you any more answers about this subject right now.
>”Is that all you remember? Just Prom?”
>She's looking for something, but you're not really sure what.

>There was a ton of miscellaneous stupid memories whipping around in your skull. All sorts of mundane school shit involving Twilight and Sunset.
>You think a little bit harder, trying to focus further back.
>There’s less memories of Twilight and the gang, but still quite a few of Sunset.
>In fact, there’s memories clearly before your time as a highschool student.
>Jesus, you remember her as far back as the first few years of Junior High.
>Which was forever ago.
>How much of your memory had been fucked with?
>How the hell was such a thing possible?
>Vertigo and wooziness floods into you. This time you stumble forward, with Sunset catching you.
>”Anon!”
>The earlier scenarios of coma or death dream seem much less plausible.
>Sunset feels too real, as does the fear that churns in your guts.
>You spit out a few words.
“How far back in my head did you go?!”
>You’re trying not to yell, but if anyone was listening outside the closet, they would easily hear it.
>”Please, Anon! Just quiet down a bit!”
>You realize that you were shaking and breathing heavily, your hands balled into fists.
>You’re pretty sure asking you to be calm in this situation was useless.
“Explain… please.” You force the words at a quiet voice.
>”I-I don’t know, it wasn’t my spell! Twi-“

“Twilight did this?!”
>”No, not Twilight, it’s… it’s hard to explain!”
>Another non-answer. 
>You were beginning to get impatient. 
“You… you messed with my head! You can’t just hide who and how from me like that!”
>Sunset backs up a bit, as much as she can in the small closet.
“Why would you even tell me in the first place if you weren’t going to come clean on everything?”
>”A-Anon…”
“Because of your mistakes, now you get to mess with my head? Just the prom was bad enough, how far back did you have to go? What else am I missing?”
>You’re almost pushing her into the opposite side of the wall at this point.
>Needless to say, you’re angry.
>Who knows what else you had been missing? What else had been ripped out of your mind?
>The willingness to let Sunset and gang explain themselves is fading fast.
>”I-I…” Sunset squeaks out. She covers her face with her hands, leaning back and away from you.
>Years of your life, poked and prodded away at.
>As far back as junior high, fucking years ago.
>But you still remember Sunset, bits and pieces of fragments of memories floating around your skull.
>You fade back into your brain, rolling as another wave of memories hit you.
>And it’s not just that you are remembering seeing her around the school.
>They are much more… personal.
>You remember sitting down with Sunset for lunch, talking with her afterschool, just hanging out and chilling.
>You remember the science and group projects the both of you worked on in and out of class.
>You remember riding the bus home from school with her almost every day.

>Sunset laughing at your jokes. Scooting closer to you in the seat.
>Leaning in…
>….
>Oh.
>Hmm, that makes things make a little more sense.
>You even remember the first time you saw her, stumbling around outside the school, crawling on her hands and knees like she didn’t know how to walk.
>Of course being the curious little shit you were, you had been spotted, trying to play off the fact you were spying on her by rattling off a very embarrassing introduction.
>Offering to show her around the school because it looked like she was new here.
>…
>Re-examining your memories with Sunset only reveals that she has always been nice to you.
>Sure, dick-ish to the other students, but with you…
>And then…
>You remember the clash outside the school, near that big fucking statue, after Prom.
>Twilight and Sunset wrestling for some sort of crown.
>Sunset eventually winning the crown and putting the piece of jewelry on her head.
>The flash of light, the burst of wind, the demon wings and red skin she sprouted afterwards.
>And then she had descended to you, in front of everyone and held out her hand.

>You remember how you had screamed right in her face, slapped her hand away, and ran off into the bowels of the school.
>Magic? Of course that would have freaked you out.
>That and the fact that Sunset tore off the front of the school.
>Sunset hadn't had many friends, if any, beside you.
>So having you do that... in front of everyone...
>Of course, Sunset didn’t have the best reaction to that.
>Zombie mode had followed pretty soon after that.
>The magic battle and Twilight and her friends winning.
>And that was the most recent memory you had of Sunset.
>And the last time you remembered meeting her before tonight.
>Now you feel like a big fucking asshole.
>Sure, it wasn’t all your fault… but definitely a little bit.
>Probably wasn’t the best decision there, Anon.
>You ever get that feeling when you look back on a situation and it’s clearly obvious what you should have done.
>And then younger you completely misjudges the atmosphere and fucks up.
>Good job, you idiot.
>Your anger deflates like a balloon.
>You know why Sunset gave you your memories back.
>Now it’s your turn to stand there silently. All you can do is look at her, cowered away before your presence.
>Eventually, she lowers her hands from her face and looks cautiously at you.
>”A…Anon?”
“I…”
>Suddenly, you have a thought.
>It’s probably fucking cheesy, but you have to do it anyways.
>You look at Sunset, and slowly take one of her palms in your hand.

“I… ah… probably should have done that before...”
>”A-Anon!”
>As much as you want to know more about everything, you really want this situation over.
“I know you can’t explain everything right now, but I do expect some answers eventually…”
>Sunset stares at her hand in yours. She locks her slender fingers around yours and squeezes.
>”Don’t let the others know… just for now… okay.”
“I can do that…”
>You can’t imagine how big of a clusterfuck that would be. Seeing as how they had been so complete in your memory wiping.
>Don’t really want to go through that again.
>Especially if Twilight was responsible and was literally in the room outside the closet door.
>”I don’t know why your memories from so long ago were messed with, Anon… probably because of…”
“Our past friendship.”
>Sunset nods slightly.
>”Yeah… that would make the most sense.”
“Can’t we just ask Twilight?”
>”Uh… it’s not really this Twilight, Anon.”
>This Twilight?
“Is there another Twilight in our school that I don’t know?”
>Sunset opens her mouth, but just sort of looks at you.
>Of course. Another complicated explanation.

>”It’s really, really hard to explain… just… “
“I get it, I get it, I’ll shut up with the questions for now.”
>Sunset nods.
>”Thanks, Anon. I really mean it.”
“So… like are we friends now… how do these sort of memory sucking things work?”
>”You think I do this enough to be familiar with it?!”
“More experienced than me, I guess… especially considering the current situation.”
>A few more seconds of silence.
>”So… you’re… okay? You don’t hate me?”
“I’m not screaming or crying like a little baby. Not sure if I’d say okay but… I can work through it.”
>”You know…”
>Sunset’s voice is so small and quiet you have to lean in.
>”You were the first friend I made here, Anon. Everything was so new and strange… but you helped me get used to things.”
>Sunset stands on her tippy-toes, staring up into your eyes.
>”And then having you not even recognize me in the hallway walking past…”
>She squeezes her eyes shut and looks down.
>”It hurt.”
>”Like a piece of me cut away, and not even aware that it happened.”
>”Every day it was worse and worse. I tried to just distance myself away and forget... but seeing you here tonight. It just re-opened the wound.”
>”I couldn’t take it anymore.”
>You put a hand under her chin, tilting her eyes back up to yours.

“It’s okay…”
>And then she’s leaning in again.
>And the warmth isn’t from some weird glowing trinket on her neck, but from the contact of her skin on yours.
>Closer and closer.
>Until both yours and her lips me-
>The closet door opens, light spilling in and blinding the two of you.
>”That’s ten minutes.”
>Twilight is outside, hand on the doorknob, looking down at her watch.
>Of course, everyone else is peeking over and around her body to see into the closet.
>To see Sunset just about to kiss you.
>Who, as you still remember, is half-naked, only in your boxers.
>Sunset freezes up. Her eyes shoot open as she pivots on her heels to face out the closet door.
>Twilight has looked up from her watch, clearing having spotted Sunset in her compromised position. The mask of authority she was wearing earlier is nowhere to be seen, instead her mouth gapes at Sunset with disbelief.
>”Sunset! What are you doing?!”
>”You didn’t see anything!” Sunset yells out the whole sentence as one word, and races out of the closet, half-tripping as she flees out of the living room.
>You’re still standing there, lips puckered, looking at Twilight with an expression of clear disappointment.
>Interrupted again. 
>Almost seemed like a trend.
>Hey, at least you were out of the weird mindwipe situation.
>Staring at the culprit of said mindwipe, of course.
>Or, if Sunset was to be believed, it wasn’t this Twilight but another Twilight who you didn’t know.
>Which really didn’t make a lot of sense.

>The whole thing really only hurt your brain when you thought about it.
>So you conveniently shove all of that aside for now.
>You make your way out of the closet.
>There’s obviously some coming out of the closet joke you could make at all of this.
>”Looks like Anon finally came out of the closet!” Rainbow half-yells with laughter as you stumble out.
>You give her a bored look.
>Half the room turns to look at her with shocked expressions.
>Oh right, the whole thought you were gay thing.
>”Rainbow!” Twilight and Applejack yell at the same time.
>They blink, glance over at each other, and then quickly turn back to continue glaring at Rainbow.
>”That’s extremely offensive, Rainbow.” Twilight chastises. She puts her hands on her hips.
>”You can’t just make jokes like that at Anon’s expense! You don’t know what he’s faced!”
>Pinkie buries her face in a pillow.
>You’re pretty sure she’s trying not to laugh.
>Fluttershy also looks away and bites her lip.
>You might as well clear this up in one fell swoop.
“Twilight, it’s okay.”
>It’s kinda cute how she’s defending you.
>Even though she was the one to tell everyone you were gay in the first place.
>”It’s not okay, Anon!” Twilight whirls around on you. “She can’t just ignore the discrimination you face.”
>You hold up a hand to stop her from ranting.
“No, it’s really okay.”
>Twilight opens her mouth to respond.
”Because I’m not gay.”
>Now it’s your turn to be stared at by everyone in the room who already didn’t know.
>”WHAT?!”

>You’re pretty sure you could hear a pin drop in the room.
>Oh boy, this might be a doozy to explain.
>All six of the girls, minus Sunset, are staring in your direction.
>Rarity, Applejack, Rainbow and Twilight are looking incredulously at you.
>Fluttershy and Pinkie are trying not to smile. Pretty sure they have already keyed on the fact that you are a perfectly normal, straight guy.
>Well maybe not ‘normal’ but you know what you mean.
>Would be nice to finally find out why exactly Twilight told everyone you were gay.
>You can feel the tension in the room increase with every second.
>Applejack is the first to speak.
>”You’re not gay?”
>God, how many times did you have to reiterate this.
>You shake your head.
“Nope.”
>”Are you sure?” Rainbow follows up.
>Pretty sure it’s the kinda thing you can be almost be certain about.
>Would you fuck a feminine dude?
>Were liking traps gay?
>Really didn’t want to tackle that internal question tonight.
>But like, by traditional gay guy standards… which you didn’t know because you weren’t gay, you were sure you weren’t on the ‘getting a train run on you’ train.

“Yeah, Dash, I’m pretty sure.”
>”Then why did Twilight tell us you were?” Dash asks.
>And then all the eyes in the room are on Twilight.
>She crumbles a bit under everyone’s stare.
>You have the same question yourself.
>Twilight twiddles her thumbs together, looking down at the floor.
“I’d like to know as well, honestly. Pretty sure I didn’t tell anyone anyways.”
>Twilight giggles nervously. She’s pretty much shaking all over.
>”I-I didn’t TELL everyone you were… you know… but I might have suggested it a teeny-tiny bit.”
>Oh boy, the word salad is about to begin.
>”Well, you know, you’re always sitting alone at lunch and I never see you talking to any girls or anything, and the few times I’ve tried to talk to you before, you’ve always sort of tried to ignore me.”
>”And you always seemed to be comfortable around guys.”
>It was easier to drop memes around dudes, that was true.
>And talking to girls wasn’t exactly your biggest strength.
>You always were more of a ‘get through school as fast as possible’ type of guy.
>And all those times Twilight said she tried talking to you, you always remember them being school and project related.
>Although that was probably the whole idea behind her small talk, start with school stuff and move into more personal topics.
>Once again a case of past Anon being a big fucking idiot.
>”Just sort of maybe thought, you know, that girls weren’t your thing.”
>Still kind of a logic leap there, but it’s possible, you guess.
>Not like Twilight had any ulterior motives, right?
>Right?

>Twilight’s looking at you, as if wanting an answer.
>You shrug.
“I mean, you could have just asked.”
>”You can’t just ask people that!”
>You wouldn’t have really cared.
“Or at least tried to clear it up.”
>Twilight tries to smile weakly. Looks more like a nervous twitch.
“But yeah, in case you guys didn’t know, not gay. Seriously not gay.”
>”Like… really serious?” Dash is still looking at you like she’s confused.
“Just ask Pinkie, she can give your proof.”
>Rainbow raises an eyebrow and looks over at Pinkie.
>Seems you managed to get under Pinkie’s skin, seeing as how her pink face was blushing,
>”A-non!” She sputters.
>Heh, looks like you managed to get at least one on her tonight.
>You can only imagine Rainbow wanting to see the actual ‘proof’.
>Said sticky proof was deposited deep within Pinkie’s ass, of course, but Rainbow didn’t know that.
>That would probably be an interesting conversation if Rainbow was really interested in finding out.
>Anyways, you were getting off-topic.
“We got all that cleared up?”
>You look around the room. 
>Everyone either shrugs or nods.
>That’s good enough for you.
>Rainbow still looks shocked, like she had just suffered a mind-blowing revelation.
>And Twilight still looked a bit embarrassed but that really wasn’t important.
>You’d cleared up the fact that you weren’t gay, which was one of your primary objectives tonight.
>Feels like a major stepping stone towards better things.
>The room settles down a bit, putting your big revelation behind them.
>Sunset returns shortly after.

>She’s staring intensely at her phone, and frowning, her eyebrows knit together.
>Probably not a good sign.
>She walks over towards your chair, sitting on one of the arm rests.
>”So… girls, I know you all decided on the whole sleepover thing, but how great would it be if we all went out and had a little fun?”
>She doesn’t really sound too sure of herself. You can hear the slight hesitation in her voice.
>”Went out?” Rainbow is the first to question.
>Sunset nods.
>”Yeah, like for a few drinks. There’s a couple places downtown that I know that are really fun. Plus it’s Friday, girls get in for freeee.”
>She stresses the last word as if a $10 cover fee would really prevent anyone from entering a club or bar.
>Twilight crosses her arms.
>”I don’t know, Sunset, that’s not really… my thing.”
>Fluttershy nods in approval at Twilight.
>”Clubs are scary. There are so many people, and the music is always too loud, and people are always bumping into me.”
>”Come on, guys!” Sunset jumps up from the arm rest of your chair.
>”A few drinks, some dancing. Nothing really over the top, just a little trip. Besides, we can always come back here afterwards.”
>You can see Rainbow tapping her chin in thought.
>”You know, a really new club opened up not too long ago and I’ve been waiting for an excuse to go. I’m in, if you girls are up for it.”
>”Ah’m not going to turn down more drinking.” Applejack tilts her head in agreement.

>”Pretty sure they’ve got one of those mechanical bulls too, AJ.” Rainbow says, elbowing Applejack in the side softly.
>”Ah don’t need to hear anymore, Ah’m sold.”
>Rarity shrugs, seemingly indifferent.
>”I did put on all my makeup, would be a shame to let it go to waste.”
>That was four out of seven willing to go.
>Sunset looks towards Pinkie.
>Pinkie deadpans back at her.
>”As if you really need to ask.”
>Pinkie puts a hand in the air, pointing to the sky.
>”Wherever there is a party, there will be a Pinkie.”
>That was five.
>The girls turn towards Fluttershy and Twilight.
>Fluttershy lowers her head in defeat.
>”…Oh dear,” she mumbles softly.
>You guess that’s approval enough.
>Now everyone is looking at Twilight again.
>She crosses her arms and sighs loudly, rolling her eyes.
>”How are we even going to get in? Unless I magically missed something, we’re all under twenty-one.”
>A murmur of agreement goes through the room.
>Pfft, as if it was hard for underage girls to get into clubs.
>Sunset laughs, smirking slyly at Twilight.

>”You know, being one of the most popular girls at CHS does come with a few benefits.”
“What, having a bunch of fake IDs?”
>”That’s illegal, Anon.”
“What, you know the bouncer at the door and he owes you a bunch of favors?”
>What were the odds of that happening?
>Sunset rubs the back of her head, and bites the corner of her lip.
>”Well… actually…”
>No fucking way, man.
“Really…?”
>”Well are you in, or are you out?”
>You shrug.
“Whatever, I’m down, as long as it doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass.”
>Twilight sighs again.
>”Fine, but only for a few hours and I’m not holding Pinkie’s hair if she pukes all over the place again!”
>Pinkie pouts. “I told you I was sorry for that, Twi!”
>Sunset claps her hands together loudly, drawing all attention in the room.
>”It’s settled then, we are going out!”
>You raise your hand.
“In our pajamas, or like are we breaking to head home and change real quick?”
>Everyone looks at you like you have two heads.
“What?!”

>”You didn’t bring a change of dress clothes?”
>What the fuck? This was a sleepover, why the fuck would you wear anything half-decent besides some scrappy pajamas?
“No…?”
>”You’ve got a lot to learn about sleepovers with girls, Anon.” Sunset pats you on the shoulder consolingly. 
>You already got fucking changed out of your jeans, now you were going to have to get another fucking change of clothes.
>Goddamn, hanging out with girls was fucking weird.
>Whatever, not like it’s a long drive back to your apartment.
“I’ll just rush home real quick and get something to throw on, you guys can get a cab downtown and I’ll meet you there, I guess.”
>You wonder if it’s okay to leave all your fucking cum stained clothes in a pile upstairs on Twilight’s floor.
>Probably not, but whatever, that’s Tomorrow Anon’s problem.
>Sunset is already on the phone talking to someone.
>”Yeah, could we get a cab over here, please?”
>The other girls have began to disperse, moving out of the living room and off into various directions.
>Probably going to get ready.
>”And how many can your van hold?”
>You’re only vaguely paying attention to Sunset’s conversation on the phone.
>”No, that’s fine. Thank you! Bye!” She clicks the phone off and turns around to face you.
>”Hey, is it alright to get a ride with you?”
>You blink at her.

“Huh?”
>”Cab only holds six, might as well get a ride with you and let the others take the cab down.”
>You’re not adverse to spending some time alone with Sunset, especially considering you might be able to bug a few answers out of her.
>You shrug.
“Yeah, fine by me.”
>”Cool! I’m gonna give Twilight the address to the club, I’ll be back down in a sec.”
“I’ll be out in my car, no worries, take your time.”
>You’re only parked out on the side of the road, might as well go heat up the car.
>Sunset nods, quickly running off to wherever Twilight disappeared to.
>You get up, making your way out towards the hallway and opening the front door.
>The sky is still pitch black, only lit by the small amount of light pollution from the city around you.
>It’s not cold out, so you manage to get to your car just fine even in pajamas.
>It’s a run down PoS, but it’s your run down PoS.
>Besides, since when could a student afford a nice car, unless they’re parents were super rich or they went to Crystal Prep.
>You get in the car, turning on the ignition and trying to wipe some of the dirt off the passenger seat.
>Having a girl in your car was like having a girl in your room.
>Every speck of dirt make you a little bit more self-conscious.
>A quick look at the radio shows the time is just past 12:30.

>Christ, feels like the night was lasting forever.
>Clubs and bars wouldn’t be open too much longer,.
>Light from Twilight’s doorway grabs your attention as you turn and look.
>Sunset exits the house, closing the door slowly and jogging across the lawn to your car.
>You lean over to open the door for her, letting her inside.
>”Thanks,” Sunset says as she settles into your car.
“No problem.”
>You wait until she clicks her seatbelt in, before shifting the car into drive and turning the car onto the road.
>The ride is mostly silent, with you focusing on the road.
>There’s barely any traffic, the only light in the cab being the pole lights occasionally shining in through the windshield and illuminating Sunset.
>She’s staring out the passenger window, hand on her chin, almost as if she is deep in thought.
>You’re really not sure how to broach the subject.
>Prying too much would probably piss her off.
>Sitting in silence the whole drive would be really awkward.
>Seeing as this was the girl would liked you a lot, you did kind of owe it to her to try and make thing a bit normal.
>If anything about the current situation could be normal, that is.
“So…”
>What can you really ask?
>You can see Sunset move in the corner of your vision, turning to look at you.
“It’s alright if you don’t want to answer, but what happened between you and Twilight? The fight you guys had at prom, and now you seem all hunky dory, it’s confusing the hell out of me.”
>Sunset sighs.

>The brief reflection of the streetlights highlight her blue eyes as she stares out through the windshield.
>She’s quiet for a few moments.
>”We were almost… rivals.”
>You’re still focusing on the road, but you listen as intently as you can.
>”I was a student before I came here, and, at least I thought, a very good student.”
>”But I guess others thought differently.”
>”Too ambitious, too overreaching.”
>”And after all that has happened, I have to agree with them.”
>”I wanted things to go my way, and when they didn’t, it burned me up inside.”
>”It all just added up over time. My studies weren’t progressing fast enough, I was getting frustrated, and…”
>She turns to look at you again.
>”I started doing things that I shouldn’t have.”
>”My teacher wasn’t too happy with that, and eventually she had enough.”
“She expelled you?”
>”Sort of, I guess. I wasn’t under her guidance anymore.”
>”I was furious, at first. Angry that I had been abandoned. Angry that I wouldn’t be able to achieve what I wanted, all because somepon- some people found my methods a bit too extreme.”
>”And then Twilight came along.”

“As in…?”
>Sunset shrugs. She crosses her legs and exhales loudly.
>”Not this Twilight.”
“But she has the same name?”
>”Sort of.”
“The more you talk about this, the more it sounds like you’re from some weird sort of parallel world.”
>Sunset actually laughs, not a fake laugh, but strong and boisterous.
>”That’s probably not a bad explanation.”
>You blink.
>Maybe you shouldn’t have asked.
>This was just beginning to get more confusing.
>Magic and parallel worlds?
>What the fuck had you stumbled into?
>Nothing, good obviously.
>Sunset doesn’t bust out laughing again, and you assume she’s not pulling your leg.
“You’re… actually being serious?”
>She shrugs.
>”I honestly can’t explain it either, but there are quite a few similarities. Too many to ignore.”
>You slow the car to a crawl and pull over on the side of the road.
>This was going to require your full attention.
>Your turn in your seat, staring at Sunset like a idiot who needed a very careful explanation.
“So… let me say I believe this and it’s not all crazy land.”
>”I mean, explain your memories then, Anon.”

>She did have a point.
>Nothing traditionally in your world could have fucked with your mind.
“So… there’s two Twilight’s, one from here… and one from your home.”
>Sunset nods, “Yep.”
>You close your eyes, processing this information slowly.
“Okay… so which Twilight was at Prom when all that stuff happened?”
>”That was my Twilight.”
“And the Twilight at the sleepover.”
>”She’s from Crystal Prep.”
“Crytal Prep Academy?”
>”Yep.”
“So the Twilight I remember seeing at CHS…”
>”Would be the Twilight I know, and not the one you saw tonight.”
“Okay…”
>You were one more weird fucking event from having a total mental blowout. The type that would put you in a mental ward for the rest of your life.
“How does this Twilight, from CP, know me then.”
>Sunset grimaces.
>”We had some more magical hijinks involving her not long ago.”
>And here you were thinking they were one and the same person.
>Fuck, that could have made things awkward.

>You might have been a bit too forward with some chick from a rival school that you barely know.
“Okay, that sort of makes sense and all, but her and I were talking about school work that she wouldn’t even know about seeing as she doesn’t even go to the same school as me.
>Sunset laughs again, this time nervously.
>”We had to include her in the group after the Friendship Games.”
>”Would you believe me if I said that both Twilight’s sometime switch around schools and pretend to be the other?”
>No that sounded like the most fucking batshit insane thing you had ever heard, and that was impressive considering all the other batshit insane things you had heard tonight.
“Why…? That doesn’t even make sense.”
>”What does the Twilight you know love the most? If you had to guess.”
>Doesn’t take you long to figure out the answer to that.
>Twilight’s academic performance, her skills in class, enthusiasm for all things school.
“Learning… probably.”
>Sunset nods.
>”Yeah, BOTH Twilight’s are like that.”
“And they switch because…?”
>”Well, CP and CHS are good at different things. Makes sense to the both of them to try and make up the weaknesses of one school with the strengths of another.
“I guess that makes some little bit of sense….”
>You think back over the conversation.
“Wait, what happened at the Friendship Games? I missed all of that garbage.”
>”It’s probably better you don’t ask…heheh…”

“More magic and mindwipes?”
>”….”
>Jesus Christ.
“You guys are incredible…”
>”Hey, you said you understood why we did that!”
“Yeah, for like one situation, Jesus. How many times has stuff like this happened?”
>Sunset doesn’t respond, looking away sheepishly.
>Oh boy.
>You know what, you didn’t want to know. You were better off not knowing some things.
“Anyways, back to the prom thing, you’re rivalry with your Twilight…”
>”Yeah, well… after I was basically kicked out of my studies, my teacher chose a new student.”
>Didn’t need to be much of a genius to figure this out.
“Let me guess, Twilight.”
>Sunset nods. “Yep.”
>That explains some things.
“And…?”
>Sunset crosses her arms, resting back in the car seat.
>”Well… I sabotaged one of her ceremonies, stole the crown thing, and fled here with it.”
“Fled here… how?”
>Sunset bites her lip.
“I don’t get to know that yet?”

>”No, I’m sorry…”
>Well you got quite a few answers out of her, so you were willing to let that slide for now.
>Sunset clasps her hands together and puts them in her lap. She looks down at her knees, strands of hair falling to block her face from your view.
“It’s alright, I know you’re not doing this to be mean or malicious.”
>”Why are you being so understanding of all this…?”
>Her voice is soft and weak.
>It’s a good question.
>Why were you? 
>Any normal person would have fled out into the night, started the car, and drove until the gas ran out.
>Changed schools and names and just tried to forget this madness.
>So why were you not doing that?
>You’re… you’re not sure.
>Maybe it was the memories.
>Maybe because they were real, they just fit in nicely to fill the gaps, and your body just reacted accordingly.
>Hard to be freaked out by shit that happened years ago that your brain had experienced but couldn’t remember.
>Or maybe you were freaked out, and this was just your coping mechanism.
>Or maybe you were scared that freaking out would hurt your chances of being friends with Sunset and the girls.
>If you were as important to Sunset as she made it sound in her story, then you had to be very careful with your actions.

>Didn’t want to crush this girl more than she had already been.
>So you answer as truthfully as you can.
“I… I don’t know, Sunset. I really don’t.”
>She looks back up at you, the edges of her eyes glittering with moisture.
>She takes your hands and puts them in yours.
>”I think…”
>She leans in, and so do you.
>”You were always so easy going… even when I was acting all strange. You never pried, you never laughed, you were just… there for me.”
>”I…”
>Both your faces are close, your nose almost touching hers.
>”So many others thought I was weird at first, but you…”
>”You…”
>Her voice is wavering, and her body is shaking.
>You pull her close, before she breaks out into tears, and lock your lips to hers.
>This time you aren’t interrupted.
>Her lips are soft and supple, and you press your mouth into them.
>Sunset doesn’t even flinch. You feel her arms wrap around your neck and shoulders, and she pulls you in deeper, her entire body shuddering.
>You allowed yourself to be drawn in, Sunset’s fiery hair tickling your face and cheeks as you both kiss.
>You lean over Sunset, using your hands to caress her face.
>Your lips are locked to hers until your breath runs out.
>Even then, you separate only for a second, before connecting your mouths again.
>You were sure it was going to take the others a while before they got ready.
>Might as well enjoy your time until then…
>…

>________________________________________________________________

>Elsewhere…..
>A certain purple pony is drafting a letter in her castle.
>Almost by reflex, she looks up, an expression of confusion and concern on her face.
>The ominous mirror nearby ripples, something having disturbed it.
>Twilight turns to face the mirror, studying the object for several seconds.
>She frowns.
>”Sunset… what have you done?”
>Twilight approaches the mirror, grabbing a nearby rucksack and slinging it around her body.
>”How many times do I have to do this?”
>She steps into the mirror, disappearing beneath the rippling surface.

>____________________________________________________________________

>You finally get your car in the driveway, putting it in park.
>Sunset and you had broken apart eventually after a few more minutes of lip smacking, and you had gotten back to driving.
>There’d be more time later on for… other stuff.
>You hope at least.
>Sunset’s currently resting her head on your shoulders with her eyes closed and a dreamy smile on her face.
>She looks up when the car stops, rubbing her eyes and blinking.
“We’re here. Just give me a minute and I’ll be right back.”
>She gives you a slow nod as you slip out of the car.
>You’re not sure if you should have invited her inside.
>You know your apartment is a fucking mess, clothes everywhere, sink full of dishes, that sweaty ass smell in the air.
>Didn’t want to give the wrong impression, you know?
>Besides it’s only going to take you a minute or so to throw on some clothes.
>Not like you’re inviting her over to dinner or Netflix and chill.
>You fumble with the doors keys for a second, before getting it to unlock and making your way inside.
>Your bedroom is also messy as fuck.
>Takes you a few moments to find a pair of jeans that aren’t wrinkly as fuck.
>You also put on a button-up shirt and grab a jacket on the way out.
>You’ll clean it up tomorrow…
>…Definitely.
>And then you’re back in the car, shaking off the cool breezy air of the night.
>”You ready?” Sunset asks as you clip in your seatbelt.
“Yeah, just tell me where to go.”
>And then the two of you are off.

>Sunset gives you directions as you coast up and down the streets.
>The city is basically dead seeing as how it’s almost 1am in the goddamn morning.
>It’s really only the circuit of red and green lights that slows down your drive downtown, as the streets are void of traffic.
“So what’s the club called?”
>The buildings around you grow more in size as the landscape shifts from suburbs to downtown infrastructure; tall office building and sky scrapers. 
>Sunset shrugs.
>”The Vinyl Club or something like that.”
>That’s not a horrible name.
>She sits up move in her seat, turning her head to look out the window at the buildings passing by.
>”Apparently the DJ there is really good.”
>You look down at yourself, examining your clothes.
“Sure I’m dressed appropriately? Not going to be a bunch of fancy suited up people there?”
>You always had that fear of being the hobo looking person in the group.
>Not like you put much thought into your fashion in the first place, so the only person to blame would be you.
>Sunset shrugs.
>”You look fine, Anon. Not like it’s a cocktail bar or anything.”
“More wubs?”
>Sunset giggles. “Probably.”
>Great, it’s going to be one of those places where your ears are blown off and you spend the next few days hearing shit as if you are underwater.

>Good music you could tolerate, but goddamn, permanent hearing loss and tinnitus wasn’t great.
>Grow up and stop complaining, Anon.
>Fuck you, me.
>The real question is how assblasted drunk are you going to get here?
>You probably shouldn’t be driving now, in fact.
>Not like you’re shitfaced, but drugs in your system isn’t something you liked to get pulled over with.
>And if you did go in there and drink a lot, you’d have to fucking leave the car downtown overnight.
>Ugh, not ideal, but whatever.
>”It’s just up here on the right, Anon.”
>You can spy the neon sign from where you are.
>You pull the car over on the road into a metered parking spot.
>You’re sure they don’t check these after like nine in the night.
>Pretty sure.
“Alright, we can park here and walk the rest.”
>Sunset nods, undoing her seatbelt as you turn off the car and remove the keys.
>The two of you step out into the cool night air.
>You walk over to the sidewalk, putting your hands in your jacket pockets.
>Sunset joins you, jogging over and linking her arms around yours.
>Both of you continue down the sidewalk towards the club.
>It’s not that cold anymore…
>Sunset hums quietly. Some tune you can’t quite pick out but it sounds eerily familiar.

>You’re content to look down the street, watching the neon sign emblazoned on the side of the club increase in size as the two of you continue towards it.
>Where as the rest of the town was pretty quiet, there’s in fact quite a crowd outside lined up on the sidewalk.
>Jesus, you hope Sunset wasn’t lying about having some pull with the bouncer.
>There must be several dozen people freezing their asses off waiting to get in.
>People that look way more successful than you, judging by their fancy attire and sparkling jewelry.
>You also spy six familiar girls.
>Twilight is waving you and Sunset down.
>The two of you hurry over.
>Twilight and her friends are all dressed up and makeup-upped; mascara, lipstick, eyeliner, yadda yadda. Pretty drastic change for what must have been only a half an hour or so.
>Twilight herself is wearing a modest purple skirt with a nice pair of what you assume are leggings, and has a very comfy looking dressy sweater on.
>Looks kinda outta place in a wub club, but damn, do those leggings do good things for your imagination. 
>You’re about to glance over the other girls and inspect their outfits in… more detail, but Twilight’s exasperated expression keeps your focus.
“Hey, what’s up?” You ask.
>Twilight sighs, putting her hands on her hips.
>”The bouncer won’t let us in.” She points a finger
>You blink, and turn to see what she’s pointing at.

>You had assumed at first the thing she was standing next to was a statue, seeing as how tall and sculpted it was.
>Nothing could have that many muscles, right?
>But nope, now that you’re this close, you can see the statue is actually a person, breathing and living and all that.
>Oh Jesus, you just keep looking up and up until you finally reach his face.
>It’s like someone took a very small plastic bag and stuffed it to the brim with perfectly sculpted rocks and this was the result.
>Like a living amalgamation of muscle.
>The bouncer is sneering down at you with anything but a friendly expression.
>Like a fly had just pinched on his favourite piece of food.
>You’re sure even his sneeze with break you in half.
>You’re not actually shivering, that’s just the wind.
>Totally.
>”He says we’re not allowed in.” Twilight’s voice barely reaches your ears.
>”You’re not on the list.” The bouncer replies.
>Holy shit, his voice is like sandpaper over charcoal. 
“Did you tell him we know Sunset?” You sputter out.
>”Everyone -apparently- knows Sunset, bub. Not the most creative idea.” 
>”Uh…. Bulk?” Sunset’s voice comes from beside you.
>You’re faintly aware she’s still cuddling into your arm.
>The bouncer, Bulk, turns to look at her.

>”Oh… hey Shimmer!” His tone lightens a bit, and you swear he actually tries to crack a smile.
>Sunset gives a half-hearted laugh.
>”You know I hate to bug you and all, but my friends and I were really looking to get inside and check this place out. We’ve heard it’s all the rage. You… wouldn’t be able to help with that, would you?”
>”Sure, just give me a second.”
>Bulk retrieves a pen from one of his pocket, and quickly makes a few scriggles on a clipboard that you assume is ‘The List’.
>”You know I hate asking for favors.” Sunset tries not to look guilty.
>Bulk quickly steps aside, unhooking the velvet rope entrance he was guarding.
>”Oh no worries, after all you’ve done for me, I’m sure I can sneak you and a few friends in here.”
>He takes a stamp out of his pocket, and quickly inks a symbol on Sunset and your hands with it.
>You squint down at it.
>Almost looks like a spinning musical record.
>He does the same for Twilight and the others, before waving all of you inside.
>”Thanks, Bulk.” Sunset slaps him on the shoulder.
>”No problem, Sunset, you and your friends enjoy your night now.”
>The eight of you pass by him, making your way down a very narrow flight of stairs.
>You can hear someone from waiting back in the line yell out.
>”How come you’re letting them in?!”
>”Do I have to come down there and shut up you?” Bulk yells back.
>You don’t hear any other voices after that.
>As the door closes behind you, you’re faintly aware of another sound.
>In fact, the entire staircase seems to be shaking.
>Your ear drums are reverberating with the distant sound of heavy drops and high-intensity electronic beats.

>You mutter a silent apology for your ears.
>You stop for about a second, before Sunset grabs your hand and pulls you further down the staircase.
>The noise only gets louder, and the shaking only gets more extreme.
>Although, now there are more noises. Faint cheering and wooing just able to strike over the racket of the music.
>And then the staircase ends in an empty doorway, which seems to open up into an even bigger room.
>Flashing lights, of all colors and intensity, occasionally blind your pupils.
>You can barely make out the black mass of dark shadows bobbing and weaving just beyond the doorframe.
>And then Sunset pulls you through that as well.
>Oh shit, this must be the main level.
>Or that’s what you would try to think if the music wasn’t loud enough to completely block out your thoughts.
>The moving mass of shadows are people on the dance floor, twirling to the fast-paced high BPM techno music blasting in the air.
>You spy bright neo light fixtures anchored high up on the ceiling, shooting piercing beams of illumination over the crowd randomly. 
>It’s almost like a strobe light, cutting away that part second of movement with darkness, giving the whole room and blink-and-you’ll-miss-it sort of robotic vibe.
>It’s seriously trippy.

>You’re able to make out a bar on the far side of the hall. It’s lit up by a soft blue light, and seems to be carved out of translucent crystal, reflecting the weird lights back around the room again.
>A older looking woman with bobby magenta hair seems to be behind the counter, mixing drinks for the mass of people lined around the counter.
>The song begins to die down a bit, only to be replaced in intensity by ear-sundering clapping as everyone in the club starts to cheer and holler.
>A loud voice breaks out over the cacophony.
>”Awwwww, yeah, dude and dudettes. If you’re enjoying this music, give me a hell yeah!”
>The entire audience screams back at her.
>It’s enough to make your chest shake and reverb.
>Jesus Christ, you needed earplugs.
>Sunset is suddenly pulling on your sleeve.
>You look at her as she mouths some wordless noise.
>She must be trying to talk to you, but it’s too goddamn loud for you to make out what she’s saying.
>You watch as she rolls her eyes, and points to the rafters at the far corner of the ceiling.
>You follow her finger.
>Oh, that must be the DJ.
>There’s a platform anchored about a dozen or so feet from the ceiling with light blue columns that pulse with blue electricity.
>On that platform you can see a girl with crazy spiked blue and cyan hair fiddling with a massive console in front of her.
>She grabs the microphone again, and raises her hand to the ceiling.
>”If you liked that last one, you’re gonna love this one!”

>She slams her hand down on the console, and your eardrums almost burst as another wave of cheering rumbles through the hall.
>A second later, more music begins to play out of the speakers.
>You takes a second to glance around.
>The other girls are gone, disappeared in the wind apparently, or off to find something to do.
>Sunset’s still beside you, jumping and cheering at the DJ.
>She turns to you and tries to say something.
>Once again you can’t hear jack shit.
>She sighs and leans in to your ear.
>The faint traces of her lips brush against your ear lobe, and even that minor sensation is enough to make your legs shake and your stomach lurch.
>The hot breath on the side of your face is nice too.
>”LET’S GET A DRINK, ANON.” She screams loudly into your eardrum.
>Jesus Christ, that was louder than the music. You flinch almost reflexively.
>You see Sunset put her hand over her mouth. You’re not sure if she’s trying to hide a laugh or act embarrassed.
>Oh well.
>You nod at her.
>Might as well get a drink. Might make the sound a little more tolerable, or at least stop the pounding in your brain.
>Not like they needed a fucking mindwipe spell, all they would need to do is bring someone here and leave them overnight to fucking turn their brains to mush.

>You wonder how the DJ doesn’t have severe hearing loss.
>You also realize that you’re being a little fucking buzzkill. Fucking grow a pair, Anon. Jesus.
>Sunset smiles at your nod, and quickly grabs your hand, dragging you towards the bar.
>The two of you plunge into the crowd on the dancefloor as you try to cut through to the bar.
>You immediately feel the heat on your body.
>Why the fuck did you bring a jacket? Christ, must be enough to cook food in here. 
>The smell of body odour and cheap perfume clogs your nose and makes you gag.
>You’re almost certain there’s fog in the air, that or a cloud of perspiration.
>Bodies grind up on all sides of you as you squeeze trough what must be several hundred people.
>Several hands grope you in the progress. You’re not sure if it was chicks or dudes.
>Every so often the blaring music is drowned out by a shrill cry of some random chick you and Sunset slink past.
>”I LOVE YOU, VINYL. AAAAHHHHHH!”
>”GIVE ME YOUR BABIES, VINYL.”
>”PUT THAT WHOLE RECORD RIGHT UP MY ASS, VINYL.”
>Man, you hope that last one was a chick.
>You didn’t know humans could screech in such a high pitch.
>Finally, you can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
>Sunset pulls you up from that hellish mosh pit and onto the bar platform.
>Fresh air and bearable temperatures are back!
>You breathe a sigh of relief.
>Sunset fixes her jacket. You can see small drops of sweat on her forehead, which she wipes away quickly.

>Her hair is a mess, probably from rubbing against everyone.
>You open your mouth to speak.
>Oh right.
>Hurr hurr, loud music, dumbass.
>Instead you point to her head.
>She looks at you quizzically, before looking up at her hair.
>You can see that frantic look of terror in her eyes as she runs her hands through her hair in a rush to fix it.
>Messy hair Sunset looks nice too.
>Then again, you’ve always liked that sort of bedhead look on chicks.
>After a moment of hair fixing Sunset finally turns towards the bar.
>You follow after her as she walks over.
>It’s much brighter up here, and the music isn’t as loud. Probably to let the bartender hear people order.
>Your ears are burning, but at least they aren’t throbbing.
>Yet.
>You squeeze next to Sunset at the counter, leaning over to marvel at the endless display of liquor and booze.
>If there was a bottle shape or a weird, toxic looking color you wanted, this place must have had it in stock.
>Christ, the lineup of drinks stretches up and down the shelves and across the other side of the bar.

>This close you can get a better view of the bartender.
>She’s definitely an older woman, probably mid-30s. She dressed in a normal pair of blue jeans and well fitting purple top.
>By well fitting, you mean damn are those some nice titties.
>Milf material.
>You watch her for a few moments as she takes and makes several orders.
>Eventually her eyes find their way over to yours. Red and vibrant, sorta similar to Dash’s.
>She strolls over, leaning on the counter.
>”What can I get for ya?”
>You were expecting some deep sexy and silky voice.
>Instead, it just sounds mostly like some regular girl.
>You’re a little bit disappointed.
>Sunset jumps in front of you.
>”Vodka orange juice please!”
>The bartender nods and turns back to you.
>Oh shit, it’s time.
>FOR THE CHOICE.
>Fuck, what do you get? What’s something that looks cool, but is drinkable enough to not make you want to gag.
>Think of all the movies you have seem. What’s the instant classic drink? Manly and dependable.
>”Uhh…. Rum and coke?”
>It sounds more like question than an order.
>The bartender just sort of shrugs and goes to sort through the booze to prepare your drinks.
>Totally nailed it.

>Sunset turns to you and smiles.
>”So, what do you think? Neat place, huh?”
>She's almost leaning forward expectantly for your answer.
>Probably wanting you to say something like 'yeah, it's awesome'.
>It's not all that bad.
>Besides the hearing damage, yeah it’s pretty cool.
>The flashing strobe like lights, and the decent enough electronic music. Place is alright.
“Yeah, it’s cool. Thanks for bringing me.”
>The bartender returns before you can say much more, slamming your drinks down on a couple of coasters.
>”That’ll be nine-fifty each.”
>Oh right, bars were expensive as fuck. 
>Well, if you were going to bankrupt yourself on alcohol, it might as well be at a club with hanging out with Sunset.
>You sigh, pulling out your wallet and beginning to count out the bills.
>”Hold on a second.” The bartender says suddenly.
“Huh, wha-?”
>She grabs your hand, turning it over to look at the stamp that Bulk had applied earlier.
>She frowns.
“Is… that a problem?” You ask.
>She releases your hand and looks at you oddly, slightly shaking her head.
>”That’s the VIP symbol, means your drinks are on the house tonight.”
>Oh shit… that was really good.

>You glance over at Sunset, who is biting her lip.
>”Damn it, Bulk.” You hear her mutter.
>The bartender shrugs, pushing the glances towards you and Sunset.
>”They’re all yours.”
>Guess this might be bearable after all. Nothing can possibly go wrong with free booze.
>You’re about to put your wallet away when Sunset slaps your hand gently.
“What did I do now?”
>Sunset looks as you, and then nods slightly at the bartender.
>What the hell was that supposed to mean.
>You watch her reach into her jacket pocket and take out a few dollars to lay on the counter.
>Oh right, tipping.
>Well, guess you were spending money after all.
>You grab a few bucks out of your own, laying them down on the counter.
>You nod at the bartender and grab your drink.
“Thanks.”
>Still a better deal than paying full price.
>Sunset grabs her drink as well and the both of you turn away from the bar to face the dance floor again.
>Sunset is staring heavily at the dancefloor, and you notice her foot tapping along with the beat of the music.
>Unless you’re some sort of idiot, you’re sure she wants to dance.
>You lean in and over towards her.
>She flinches at your presence, almost as if she didn’t realize you were this close.

>Probably absorbed in listening to the music.
“Hey, you want to dance?”
>She raises her eyebrows at you.
>”R-really?”
>The excitement in her voice is clearly noticeable.
>Guess you were right on the money.
>You nod at her.
>”What about our drinks?”
“Oh, that’s an easy fix.”
>You’re gonna regret this.
>You slam the glass up to your lips, and chug back your drink. The sweetness of the coke mixes well enough with whatever rum they used, and you’re able to guzzle it down quick enough.
>It’s smooth going down, but you can feel the heat in your throat and stomach as you finish the entire thing.
>Ugh… pace yourself, Anon.
>You lay the glass on a nearby stool.
>Sunset looks at you half-impressed, half-disgusted.
>Her eyes go back and forth from her drink to you. Almost as if she's debating whether or not to do the same.
>You shrug.
"It is free, could just leave it anywhere."
>In your mind though, you're chanting 'CHUG CHUG CHUG'.
>Not like vodka orange juice is a fucking strong drink.
>That weird orange-y flavor that didn't belong in any mixture whatsoever.
>Sunset sighs loudly.
>"Jeez, Anon, trying to get me drunk already?"
"How else am I going to work my moves?"
>Sunset shakes her head at you, before raising her glass to her lips and throwing back her head.
>You watch her chug her drink back.
>It's pretty impressive.
>"Yuck." Sunset wipes her mouth and lays the glass down. "Alright, let's go!"
>Before gripping your hand tightly again and dragging you back to the mosh pit.
>You couldn't break away if you tried.
>She's really excited about this.

>It’s not so much as being dragged along as it’s you desperately trying to keep up with Sunset.
>Almost like she’s running and pulling you across the floor.
>Damn, girl, slow that shit down.
>Her obvious enthusiasm is only making you feel a little more nervous.
>Were you a good dancer?
>All signs would probably point to no.
>Not really an avid club goer. You might be only with the drunken sway and shuffle, but dancing with a girl?
>Oh boy, you really hope that your luck carries over to this at least a little bit.
>An elbow to your side reminds you that you’re back on the crowded dance floor, Sunset’s iron-like grip still hauling you.
>Hundreds of people squashing you in.
>Warm as hell.
>Sweaty and nervous.
>And now you owed a girl a dance, a dance she was really looking forward to.
>Alright, Anon, time to nut up or shut up.
>Or throw up, that could happen to.
>The crowd seems to part slightly in the area up ahead, and you can see that is where Sunset is headed.
>And now you’re on the open floor, with enough space to wiggle around with bumping into anyone.
>Sunset stops in front of you, and does a little spin to face you. There’s a wide smile on her face, hidden only by the flashing of the strobe light neon lights.
>Every time your vision flashes, her smile looks bigger and brighter.
>Alright, Anon, try not to blow this.
>You listen to the music, trying to get a feel for the beat. Trying to figure out how to sync your body to the rhythm.

>Oh Jesus, you’re thinking way too hard about this.
>Just dance, you fucking tard.
>You shake your head, glancing over at Sunset.
>But damn, she’s already moving and dancing around, leaving your ass stood there on the dance floor.
>Her hair twirling around with each turn of her head, the orange and red strands whipping and flying in all directions as she pivots.
>Her skirt riding high up on her hips as she shakes in tune with the beat, revealing the thick, tantalizing part of her thigh and inner legs.
>Thrusting her ass out every now and again, just enough to tease your eyes and show off her curves.
>You’re just stood there, watching her move and groove, taking in each frame with your eyes.
>It’s almost intoxicating to watch, the slight sweat on her next and forehead, the way she tosses her hair and runs her hands over her chest and waist.
>And then she spins over towards you, elbowing you playfully in the side.
>You blink.
>Oh right, you’re just staring at her creepily, probably drooling from your mouth.
>You sluggishly do a few little kicks and shake.
>Oh god, you feel like an idiot.
>And you know that you definitely look like an idiot.
>Maybe try reload animations?

>No, that’s fucking stupid, why would anyone even do that at all?
>You hear Sunset giggle, and when you look up, she’s covering her mouth and trying not to bust out laughing at your obvious lack of dance moves.
>Nice going, genius.
>If the cringe didn’t kill you, you were sure the embarrassment would.
>Sunset steps closer and motions for you to lean in.
>So you do.
>”Jeez, Anon, you gotta be less tense than that.” She shouts into your ear over the music.
>Yeah, easy for her to say. 
>You were pretty sure that dancing was a natural talent, either you had it or you didn’t.
>And you, of course, didn’t.
>”Come on, give it another shot. Have confidence in yourself, dance like there’s no one watching.”
>You weren’t sure that was actually useful advice, but hey, it was better than getting laughed at.
>You take a deep breath.
>Focus on the music. Focus on the beat.
>Let it flow through your body and limbs.
“Like there’s no one watching huh?”
>Like singing in the shower.
>Or masturbating…
>Okay, maybe not that second one.
>Just let loose, Anon.
>You clear your head, trying to block out the sounds of all the people around you.
>Just you and Sunset.
>This time, when you push the rhythm of the beat through your body and limbs, they response more naturally.

>You feel them flow and bend fluidly instead of the grating, off-tune, robotic movements from before.
>You’re not simply dancing to the tune but letting the music flow through you.
>Like there’s no one to judge you.
>You slide, turn, pivot on your heels, swinging and spinning your arms.
>Maybe it’s the warmth, or maybe it’s the booze.
>But this feels much better than before.
>You don’t care if you look ridiculous anymore, and maybe that’s half the point.
>And then you feel another body pressed against you.
>When you look up, you meet the bright blue eyes of Sunset.
>She’s standing right next to you, her body swaying with the beat as well.
>You smile.
>She smiles back.
>You sync your moves up to hers, or maybe she does it first.
>Either way, the crowd falls away from your senses, and the only things left are you and Sunset, twirling and spinning and shaking.
>Laughing and giggling with each other.
>Yes, this is definitely better than before.
>The song switches, this one faster, and more wild.
>And so does your movements.
>Sunset twists so energetically that her hair whips around violently. Strands brush across your skin and face.

>So much for trying to keep her hair orderly.
>She turns, and starts to gyrate her hips alluringly. Her skirt swaying and rising and falling.
>You step in, pressing your hips against hers. Your hands go around her waist, and you pull her even closer to you.
>The heat of her body is on yours now, and she’s extremely warm. Combined with already being sweaty, and it’s almost like she is sticking to you.
>She continues to grind on your waist, thrusting and jutting her ass out in tune with the beat.
>It’s mesmerizing, watching her shake and sway.
>You almost lose focus.
>That plump booty… right in front of you.
>It’s too good of an opportunity to pass up.
>You hands find their way to Sunset’s legs.
>She freezes up for a nanosecond at the contact of your fingers, but within a blink, is back to dancing, grinding into you harder and faster.
>And then your hands go up.
>Starting right at the edge of her skirt, and slowly trailing up her thighs, slipping underneath the fabric as you caress her legs, thumbing the flesh roughly.
>You sure you hear Sunset take a quick breath, but that sound could have been lost in the roar of the song.
>Sunset’s arms go over her head and behind your neck, and she pulls you into her hair.
>The sweet, flowery scent of her girly shampoo invades your nostrils, and the beat of the music seems to fade away from you.
>Now you can only focus on Sunset.

>You push your face through her hair, and eventually find the side of her head, resting your cheek against hers.
>The both of you are still swaying, but it’s almost like you’re connected as one.
>You move your hands a little higher, tracing circles around her thighs as her flesh shivers at the sensation.
>Higher, until your feel your fingers on her hips, which you have to grab onto to keep up with her swaying movements.
>You can feel Sunset’s body heave and tremble as she leans against you.
>Magic Fingers Anon at work again.
>You’re not even sure if both of you are even moving in tune to the beat anymore.
>More likely just keeping in tune with each other, oblivious to everything else in the world right now.
>Sunset’s eyes are closed, and you can see her biting her lip.
>You’re definitely doing something right.
>She may be the better dancer, but you’re better at this.
>At least tonight, anyways.
>Your move your hands down from Sunset’s hips, running your fingers over the edges of her underwear.
>Down the curve of her waist, cupping the roundness of her asscheeks in your hands gently.
>Sunset tenses up, and you can feel her heartbeat hammering away inside of her chest intensely.
>You give the flesh a good squeeze.
>You half-expected her to jump, but Sunset only coos and melts further into your body.
>Her ass fat jiggles and bounces as you play with it, each tender grab and teasing pinch causing Sunset to squeal out various half-moans of pleasure.

>Her legs are shaking , and you’re pretty sure she’s not even dancing anymore, the two of you just gently swaying as she loses herself in your grasp.
>The both of you stay like that for a while.
>The song probably switches to something else, you’re not even sure anymore.
>This is much better than some dancing anyways.
>You decide to ramp it up a notch.
>Prying your hands away from her plump ass is probably one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do, and it leaves your hands feeling cold and empty.
>Sunset shifts in your grasp, probably wondering why you stopped.
>You see the corners of her mouth twitch, as if she was just about to ask a question.
>Instead of letting her do that, you slam your palm flat against her ass with a hard smack.
>You’re pretty sure that if the bass hadn’t dropped in whatever song the DJ was playing now, the whole club would have heard that ass smack.
>Sunset’s whole body actually jumps this time, so high she must have left her feet.
>”A-Anon, what are -?!” She practically yelps.
>You cut her off with another loud smack.
>Sunset puts both her hands over her mouth this time.
>What was it with girls are liking some ass spanking?
>Not that you were complaining.
>Each smack sends a ripple of momentum though her booty, like a wave, and you feel the flesh bob and ripple against your fingers as the impact spreads out over her entire ass.
>If her legs were shaking before, now they were trembling, threatening to completely collapse at the onslaught you were unleashing on her behind.

>Sunset covering her mouth does very little to hide any noises. You can hear each sharp breath and quick hiss with each smack that hits her.
>So much for complaining.
>Guess that earlier protest was just for show.
>You keep smacking, so much so that eventually the heat from her ass grows too intense to touch.
>Definitely going to be red and sore tomorrow.
>Hopefully not the only thing either.
>One thing at time now, Anon.
>You stop your spanking, resorting back to gripping and thumbing her ass roughly.
>And then you sneak your hand underneath her panties, grasping the full size of her buttcheeks.
>They’re way too big to get with one handful unfortunately, even with your full palm and five fingers desperately seizing all the flesh you can find.
>You’re about to go lower, when Sunset spins around on you.
>Your hands fall away from her ass, and you’re slightly disappointed.
>You look up at her face, almost ready to ask her, but freezing upon seeing her expression.
>Even with the dark strobe lights basically blacking out the whole room, save for the periodic flash of neon light, the redness in her face shines brightly.
>Sunset’s half-lidded eyes roam over you hungrily, her face sweaty and so warm that you can feel the heat just standing next to her.
“He-“ You try to speak, but she grabs your hands.
>For the third time in the last half-hour, you’re being pulled across the dancefloor.
>Sunset shoulders through people, and you hear several protests as you're hauled along.
>You glance down at her skirt and legs.

>They glisten in the flashes of light, and you’re not sure if all of that is sweat.
>The crowd breaks, and you look up, expecting the bar.
>However, that’s not where Sunset is taking you.
>There’s a another door, and you see a security guard standing outside next to it.
>Your eyes flicker to the little neon sign sitting above the doorway.
>Private Rooms.
>The security guard moves to stop the two of you as you near the door.
>Sunset shoves her stamped hand right in the guard’s face so fast she almost punches him.
>He takes a moment to analyze the stamp, and the simply nods, holding open the door as Sunset drags you through.
>On the other side is a staircase, which you almost trip up as Sunset jumps two steps at a time.
>You’re moving so fast you can barely comprehend.
>She pulls you around a corner, and past several closed doors, until she finds one that is half-ajar and empty.
>She shoulders through that as well, throwing open the door and revealing the room.
>You must have missed it earlier, but now the two of you are on some sort of balcony overlooking the dance floor.
>There’s a couch and a few chairs, as well as a bucket filled with ice and drinks sitting on a small glass table.
>Suddenly, Sunset hauls your arm violently, swinging you forward and throwing you on the couch.
>You land on your back.
>’Pomf’.
>Wonder what you could possibly be doing on this couch, huh.
>You barely get time to blink before Sunset is crawling over you, pushing you down into the cushions with the weight of her body.

>Yeah, that’s right. Crawling.
>Like in those corny pornos where you’re clearly thinking that something like this never happens in real life.
>And yet here you are.
>She straddles your hips with her legs, and then collapses gently on your body.
>You feel her chest resting on yours, heaving slightly from her breathing, which pushes her breasts softly against you.
>The ridges of her velvety bra are easily felt on your skin with each of Sunset’s movements.
>She raises her head up, now almost eye to eye with you, and stares at you dreamily. 
>Her bright, blue eyes looking lustfully into your soul.
>The warmth and sweat from her body and clothes are quickly soaking into your body now, and you find the temperature around you increasing dramatically.
>Heat blurs your vision, putting Sunset set out of focus temporarily. You can see her breath fog slightly as it leaves her lips. The hot moisture brushing against your face and cheeks.
>Almost like she is burning up.
>And then she is moving, using her arms to tear off her jacket, throwing the piece of clothing behind the couch and out of view somewhere.
>Leaving her wearing a white shirt, slick with moisture and stuck to her body. 
>You can see the curves of her stomach, the imprint of her belly button, and the size of her bosom.
>Which are covered by a silky, dark-red bra, the one you must have felt earlier.
>Sunset shakes her hair to clear out a few strands stuck to her face, and then leans in again.
>Closer this time.
>Hell, her nose is almost touching yours.

>You can see a small drip of sweat trail down her cheek and neck, before the weight of gravity hauls the small droplet off of Sunset’s face.
>You feel a wet splosh someone on your neck, out of view.
>Sunset doesn’t even notice. She’s panting hard, still staring at you, as if being this close to your very presence was consuming all her focus.
>There’s a lump in your throat.
>You’re not sure what to say, lest you break up this moment. You’re more than content to stay here and let Sunset straddle you to her heart’s content.
>”A-Anon…”
>Her voice is low and wavering.
>There it is again.
>That shaking and stuttering like a glass about to crack. Like her will was fracturing and all that earlier lust was one more word away from disappearing.
>Maybe she felt she was taking advantage of you.
>Maybe she was worried about this whole memory business.
>Either way, you didn’t really care.
>You wanted her.
>Badly.
>You bring your arms up, wrapping them around her shivering body. She’s so warm, and yet still shaking considerably.

>You feel that slight tensing feeling as your arms come into contact with her skin, like electricity coursing through her body at the sensation of you on her.
>And then, the trembling of her body relaxes, and you feel more weight on your chest as she sinks down deeper onto you.
>And then you kiss her.
>Not out of nowhere, of course.
>Her eyes were still locked onto yours as she relaxed into your grip.
>But as you hauled her closer, her already dreamy eyes slowly closed, and her lips came down towards yours.
>So, you met her half way, pushing your mouth against hers.
>This kiss is different from the ones you shared in the car earlier.
>Whereas those had been timid and cautious, these were…
>Sunset’s arms wrap around your back, and her legs tangle with yours, trapping you against her.
>You feel the presence of her tongue slithering back and forth behind her lips, desperate to enter your mouth.
>You oblige, parting you lips and granting her entrance.
>She moans into your mouth, jutting her tongue forward past your gums, searching for your own.
>You try to hide it away, but Sunset only pushes deeper into your mouth.
>She coos, almost out of annoyance it seems.
>You finally relent, allowing your tongue forward to clash and wrestle with yours.
>Sunset is eager in her movements, throwing her tongue against yours with no remorse or hesitation.
>It slides over your teeth gums, coating them with a layer of her saliva, as she viciously assaults your mouth.
>Yeah, these kisses were definitely different.

>You struggle to keep pace with her, her tongue constantly overpowering yours and leaving you vulnerable to her attacks.
>Her body grinds on chest and waist aggressively, the friction of her skirt sending pleasurable waves down your pelvis.
>You can’t help yourself, and soon you find yourself at full mast, the more eager part of you rubbing against her legs.
>There’s no way she can’t feel it, but as to whether it bothers her or not, she doesn’t even seem to react, focused entirely on the mouth-on-mouth action the two of you are involved in.
>You move your hands down from her back, underneath her skirt, and grab onto the thick flesh of Sunset’s butt again.
>She moans into your mouth again, the waves reverberating against your teeth.
>Instinctively, you feel your member twitch hard, almost slapping against Sunset’s leg.
>You’re not sure how long this keeps going.
>The heat from Sunset is making you dizzy and light-headed.
>Her luscious, thick hair falls on your face in heavy waves, blocking your vision and tickling your skin.
>You’d try to squirm, but Sunset has you locked against her body, for better or worse.
>The most you can do is try to survive her onslaught until she breaks away to breathe.
>Although… maybe you could give her some… encouragement.
>Your hands break away from her butt, and snake their way underneath her underwear. Instead of groping her ass more, you move them down lower.

>The slickness and heat from the inside of Sunset’s thighs are enough to instantly cause your hand to moisten.
>She’s burning up, threatening to engulf you in her inferno.
>But you claw your way in deeper, fighting against the heat.
>The tips of your fingers brush over a small patch of her pubic hair, wet from sweat.
>You’re about to go even lower, when the blanket of hair covering your face finally recedes, and Sunset pulls away and breaks the kiss with a loud, wet smack.
>There’s more of her spit in your mouth than your own, and she trails away a long line of saliva as she leans back and sits up.
>This traps your hands underneath her thighs. Her sweaty, thick thighs.
>”And where were you going to put that hand, Anon?” She says coyly.
>You were gonna finger her until her entire body melted, but that might not be the correct answer.
“Wouldn’t you like to find out.”
>That’s right, playful banter back and forth.
>She pouts.
>”Seems I better find a use for your mouth that isn’t snark.”
>Wait, what. No way.
>There’s no way.
>But there is, and Sunset is already moving up your chest, scooting her entire body forward.
>She’s almost sat across your neck now as you look up at her.
>She grins down at you smugly.
>”I’ll let you come up for some air eventually… I guess.”
>And the she moves ahead even more, lifting her hips off your chest and placing them above your face.
>The whole world disappears underneath Sunset’s skirt, and she drops her entire body on your face.

>Her slick, sweaty thighs grip each side of your head tightly, the wet moisture on her skin ruffling your hair and sticking against your face.
>Her panties come down on your face, also wet, but you wager there’s more than just sweat staining them.
>The warmth emanating from her is almost intoxicating, and you wonder if suffocating down here would be a good death.
>She grinds into your face, rubbing her mound against you.
>She’s made a big mistake. You were going to be the one walking out of here the victor.
>Well, maybe not walking… but you know what you meant.
>You stick out your tongue, pressing teasingly against her panties. You can taste the slightly sweet and sticky residue of Sunset’s juices on the fabric, which only makes you more eager to dig in.
>Unlike with the kissing, the second your tongue traces softly against her sex, you feel her legs clamp down tightly on each side of your head.
>You can’t hear anything, just the muffled sounds of fabric rubbing up and down, and the faint pounding of some unrecognizable music.
>Sunset’s heartbeat pounds in your ears through her thighs, fast enough to match your own heartrate.
>You use your hands to hold her legs down on your face, giving you more access to her most inner parts.
>You are going to break this girl.
>Even though you are mostly tonguing her panties, the tip of your tongue slides softly against her labia, causing Sunset’s whole body to tremble on your face.
>Sunset lurches forward, shoving her entire muff straight down on your nose and mouth.

>Clearly she doesn’t appreciate your teasing.
>You can’t see a fucking thing, can’t hear a fucking thing, and now you can’t breathe.
>This girl isn’t going to smother you out that easily.
>You clamp your hands down on Sunset’s legs hard, so she can’t move or haul away.
>You use your tongue to push aside the protective fabric of her underwear, and then you give the exposed parts of her vagina a big, saliva-filled lick.
>The effect is immediate. Sunset’s whole body seizes you, her tights squeezing your head so hard you almost pass out. 
>She tries to rise off of you, but your hands keep her legs pinned, preventing her.
>Now it’s time for your onslaught. 
>You begin to continually trace your tongue around her vagina, poking and prodding at her most sensitive parts.
>Sunset’s entire body spasms and shakes with each touch of your tongue, and you wish you could hear her moans, but her legs are still clamped securely on each side of your head, blocking your ears.
>With the way she is rooting around, she’s probably making a bunch of cute noises.
> Oh well, you’ll have to make due with feeling every tremor and spasm coursing through her body.
>Your tongue ravages every bit of exposed flesh you can reach, tracking your saliva over every part of Sunset’s sex.
>Your juices aren’t alone however, as Sunset’s own musky fluid leaks out of her vagina with increasing intensity, turning her sex into a sloppy mess that you gladly lap away at.
>You can feel the mixture drip down onto your face, and you briefly wonder if maybe you’ll drown before you suffocate.

>Oh well, that was a risk worth taking.
>You can feel Sunset grab at the top of your head, digging her hands into your scalp as she tries to hold on and weather your assault on her privates.
>With how hard she is hauling at your skin and hair, you’re certain she isn’t doing that too well.
>There’s still more you can do, too.
>You trace your tongue upwards a bit, poking away at the folds of flesh until you find what you were looking for.
>The little hardening knob of tight flesh ready to be exploited.
>You curve your tongue underneath the protective cover, and then you begin to piston it against Sunset’s clit.
>Sunset’s hand dig so hard into your scalp you feel the throbbing of your head as she draws blood.
>Her entire body squirms and quivers uncontrollably and continuously. She even begins to thrust into your face, allowing you to worm your tongue around her clitoris more.
>You lick and suck as viciously as you can, and you feel it harden in response to your stimulation.
>Sunset’s heart hammers away, threatening to jump out of her chest, with you feeling her heartbeat through her thighs.
>It’s only more motivation to tongue harder and faster.
>Sunset’s juices flow harder and freer, sticking to your face in huge swathes of sticky patches. 
>Her movements grow incredibly erratic and intense, and you’re sure she’s about to clamp down and cum.
>You flick your tongue up and down on her clit hard, trying to send her over the edge.

>And then her entire body goes as still as a stone for the smallest instant.
>What follows is a tremendous orgasm.
>Her legs squeeze down on your skull hard enough to cause stars to burst in the darkness of your vision.
>Her hips quiver and spasm, and you feel a new trickle of Sunset’s juices as she cums hard.
>But you don’t relent, you continue licking at her even as she rides the throes of her first orgasm.
>You’re not going to let her come down that quick.
>Once again she tries to rise up off of you, but she’s still pinned by your hands.
>This time you snake your tongue into her vagina, sending it as deep as possible.
>You flick and twirl your tongue against the Sunset’s warm canals.
>Still cumming from her first orgasm, you feel Sunset’s entire body shiver intensely again. 
>Her hands dig out of your scalp, and you feel her arms cradle the back of your head as she wraps around you, trying to hold on.
>Still, you don’t relent, pushing as far as you can inside of Sunset, licking at every inch of exposed flesh and putting your saliva everywhere.
>Sunset’s vaginal canals tense and constrict with each flick of your tongue, and with each lap, you lick away her fluids and replace them with your own, coating her insides thoroughly. 
>Her whole body continues to jump and rock explosively.
>She clamps down hard again, her vagina compressing down on your tongue, almost effectively trapping it inside of her.
>You continue to wiggle the tip deep inside even as Sunset cums again, giving you another mouthful of her juices.
>Your entire face is soaked, and you don’t even want to bother trying to open your eyes again, seeing as how you can feel the pools of liquid sitting on your eyelids.

>Each orgasm only makes Sunset more sensitive, and that allows you deeper access inside of her. Each orgasm rides high into another, and another, as you tongue her mercilessly.
>It comes to a point where each prod and press makes entire body heave and strain, sending her legs trembling as another explosive orgasm rocks through her.
>Again and again and again and again.
>You barely feel her grab onto you anymore, more likely that she’s collapsed, unable to bear the pleasure rushing through her veins.
>You remove your tongue from inside her, but Sunset continues to cum, her body going through several more hard shakes and tremors before finally settling into an quivering mess, as the aftershocks ravage her already sensitive insides.
>You’re about to start another insult when Sunset finally falls back off of your face.
>Sound and light returns to your senses, and you feel the pooled liquids from earlier slide down your face and onto the probably soiled couch.
>You wipe your eyes with your hands, and open them, looking at Sunset. 
>She’s retreated to the far side of the ouch, where she is cuddling herself.
>Every few seconds, her chest heaves and her body trembles, her legs shaking, as another after orgasm shocks her.
>Her eyes are almost rolled back into her head. 
>Hair hangs in sweaty clumps around her beet read face, as sweat pours down her brow.
>You swear she’s drooling, judging by the trail hanging from her lips.

>She’s soaked through with sweat, her white shirt clamped down on her moist skin, allowing you to see every nook and cranny of her body.
>She doesn’t even seem to notice you move.
>You’re not done yet, she’s not getting away this easily.
>You dive face first into her skirt again, and Sunset only seems to register your presence when you grab a hold of her thick waist again.
>Her eyes shoot open, as she tries to find you.
>”A-Anon! What are you- aahhhh!“ Her voice disappears into a high pitch whine as you thrust your tongue against her wet sex again. 
>You wanted to hear her moan and beg after all.
>Her legs close reflexively around your head, but that only serves to keep your mouth against her vagina.
>She’s so soaked with your saliva and her juices that it drops down onto the couch in globs, but that doesn’t dissuade you in the slightest.
>You take a deep breath before plunging your tongue inside again.
>Sunset’s hands are on your head, trying to push you out, but to little avail.
>”Anon, you have to stop, oh my god, please, I can’t-“ The last half of her sentence disappears into a loud whine as you lap away at her insides.
>She digs her hands into your scalp again.
>”Oh god, oh god, oh god, Anon… I - …. Oh fuuuuuuuck.”
>Her moans are audible, her voice arching every time your tongue caresses her sex.
>Every noise and coo she emits only makes your dick throb harder and harder.
>You can feel the precum soaking through your undies for the umpteenth time tonight, thick trails working their way down the side of your member.

>You’re almost about to get off on Sunset getting off.
>Sunset trembles again, still on a high from her previous orgasm.
>You tongue swirls around inside her super sensitive love hole.
>Her body begins to shake like an earthquake. You can feel another big one coming.
>Sunset locks down her whole body on you again.
>”Anon! Oh god. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum!”
>She arcs her back, smashing her muff against your face violently, your tongue going deeper than it had before, licking against the most pleasurable spots of her vagina.
>”Cumming! Anon, Cumming! OH GOD! OH GOD! AH! AH! AH!” Sunset squeals, any semblance of words lost as her voice turns to yelps and moans.
>She’s shaking so hard that the couch scrapes along the floor. If people in the other rooms didn’t hear you, that would be a surprise.
>Sunset cums for what feels like minutes, keeping your body locked against hers as you feel each spasm as if it were your own.
>Eventually, she collapses back on the arm of the couch, panting heavily, her breathing only broken by the random moan of some lingering after orgasm.
>You finally pull away, wiping your face again.
>The whole room stinks of sweat and sex, a lustful odor that makes your erection throb painfully.
>You can barely stop yourself from leaping at Sunset.
>You move to the opposite side of the couch, content to watch Sunset regain her composure.

>After a few minutes, Sunset’s body eventually calms down and she finally opens her eyes.
>They look around the room in a daze, before focusing on you.
>”Oh… Anon… that was…” Each word is separated by Sunset taking a deep breath, as she struggles to finish her sentence.
>You blink, and in that blink, Sunset is back across the couch, on top of you.
>She’s staring deeply into your eyes, and leans up to your ear.
>”I need you inside me. Now.”
>She’s not asking. It’s an order, one that you’re more than happy to oblige.
>But this time, it’s Sunset who reels back, lowering her head towards your waist.
>Your member twitches in anticipation, clearly standing out against your pants.
>Sunset coos, her hand tracing up and down your jeans, as she teases your erection.
>And then her hands go towards your belt.
>It only takes her a second to undo it, each touch of her fingers against your skin sending your dick on another twitching spree.
>You raise your hips a little bit, to let her lower your pants and underwear.
>And then you’re free, your member springing loose and bouncing upwards no longer contained.
>Sticky trails of pre-cum hang on all sides of your penis, another glob pulsing on the top of your glans.
>Sunset eyes your cock like a hawk. You can see her bite her lips, as she stares at it with full focus.
>The sensation of her hands against your shaft is all your dick needs to secrete another huge squirt of precum, which trails down Sunset’s hands and fingers alluringly.
>She peels her hand away, moving her fingers to her mouth where she licks away your fluids greedily, all while maintaining eye contact with you.
>”Looks like you’re ready to pop, Anon.”
>You probably are.
>Each twitch of your dick resounds deeply in your waist, and the dull ache in your pelvis as your balls beg for release.
>You’re not going to last a minute if she starts playing with it.

>”I guess I can help you out.” She giggles.
>You can only swallow and nod, as she grips your raging erection again.
“Fuck, Sunset, I can’t…”
>She moves her head closer, opening her mouth.
>You watch the strands of saliva on her teeth and tongue break and drip.
>You want to fuck that mouth.
>And then she lowers her mouth, grazing the edge of her lips against your glans.
>You almost cum there, the wave of electricity that burns through your pelvis causes your vision to black out, and your entire body shivers with pleasure.
>Sunset coos, biting her lip as she eyes your dick.
>She opens her mouth wider this time, sticking her tongue out.
>Saliva drips on the head of your penis, each glob causing your dick to twitch erratically. Her spit mixes with your pre, coating your dick in a slimy lube.
>And then she moves her mouth down.
>You grip onto the edges of the couch, trying to prepare yourself.
>Every part of your dick burns and aches, desperate for release.
>So close now… the tip of your head disappears inside of her mouth, as she teasingly stares you down.
>You want to thrust forward and fuck her throat. You can’t stand this teasing.
>But you resist for now. Let Sunset set the pace for now…
>She’s just about to close her maw down on your cock. You can almost sense it.
>And then the door to the room opens with a loud click.
>”Anon? Sunset? Both of ya in here or what?” comes a familiar southern voice.

>You and Sunset freeze up almost immediately.
>Sunset clamps down on your dick reactively, taking the whole length into her mouth as she lowers her head to avoid being spotted by Applejack.
>The explosive sensation causes you to just your hips forward and scrape the tip of your member against the back of Sunset’s throat.
>You can feel her gag on your cock, which Sunset tries to suppress, although the continuous rippling sensation of her gullet on your glans almost makes you moan out.
>You quickly haul down your shirt, trying to cover as much skin as possible.
>There might have been time for Sunset to spit out your dick and reorient herself, but Applejack’s footsteps are getting closer to the couch.
>Sunset curls her feet up, and puts her mouth all the way to the base of your shaft.
>If you squint really, really, really hard, it almost looks like she’s asleep on your lap, all cuddled up.
>And not like you’re throat fucking her tonsils so savagely that each slimy gag and retch boils up a heavy load of spit and phlegm around your member.
>Honestly, the fact that Sunset isn't audibly choking is a surprise. Guess she doesn’t want to be caught anymore than you do.
>Not that any girl wants to be caught with a dick in her mouth.
>”Are you two in here? Heeeeeelllllooo?” Applejack giggles at herself.
>You can hear the unevenness in her steps.
>Applejack slings herself around the side of the couch, finally coming into view.
>With a little too much momentum, she smacks her hand on the side of the couch.
>You look up at her.
>She’s holding a drink that’s been mostly spilt over the floor you assume, and swaying heavily back to the side.
“H-hey… Applejack…” You answer sheepishly.

>At least she seems drunk.
>The question is how drunk.
>”Heeeeeey, Anon!” You watch her head turn down towards Sunset, who’s still lying on your waist.
>”And there’s Sunset!” Applejack pauses to bring her glass up to her lips.
>She goes for a big swig, but frowns, before turning the whole glass upside-down, foam dripping onto the coffee table in little pitters and pats.
>”Huh… must be empty. Swore it was full a moment ago…”
>She blinks slowly a few times, before looking over at you again.
>”Heeeey, Anon! You’re here…”
>Loaded as fuck, thank god.
>You breathe a quiet sigh of relief.
“What’s up?”
>”Oh you know… the usual.” She hiccups a few times, giggling at herself.
>A few silent seconds pass. 
>Applejack doesn't say anything, merely wobbling in the middle of the room, staring off into space.
>You clear your throat.
>Sunset must be envious, haha.
“So… uh… you were looking for us.”
>Applejack’s eyes light up, almost as if she remembered what she was here for.
>”Oh yer right!”
>She clears her throat.
>”You guys gotta come check this out. “ She points towards the ceiling.
>You look up.
“The ceiling…?”
>”No, the mechanical bull they got upstairs! Remember Sunset told us about it before we left…”
>Oh right, you totally forgot.
“Oh yeah… is it cool?”
>You’re desperately searching for any conversation that would make her leave quicker.

>Sunset’s slimy throat is still contracting and choking itself on your member, so you really don’t want to make too many movements, less you give her something else to gag on.
>Sensitive as you were, it wouldn’t take too much more.
>”She bucks harder than any bronco I’ve rode.”
>You’re not sure how to respond to that.
“You’ve been on it already?”
>”Pfftttt…” Applejack sprays drunken spittle half-way across the room. “What type of cowgirl wouldn’t?”
“So… what do you need us for?”
>”You gotta watch! Ah’ma ‘bout to try it again on the fastest setting. You gotta be there so Ah can brag afterwards.”
>Jeez, that was more Rainbow Dash’s thing, wasn’t it? Well, at least she’s honest.
“I would love to, Applejack, but Sunset’s…”
>How do you word this?
>You sort of gesture down at Sunset.
>Applejack glances down at your lap again.
>”There’s Sunset!” She announces again.
>She walks closer to the couch.
>You tense up. Oh fuck, she is totally going to find out.
>”Ahhh… she’s all tuckered out…” Applejack coos as she sits on the couch.
>Your heart is roaring inside your chest. You’re sweating more now than you did between Sunset’s thighs.
“Y-yeah… she’s resting for a bit… a-and I would hate to w-wake her.”
>You try to chuckle, but it doesn’t sound convincing.
>Applejack continues to sway as she sits on the edge of the couch. She watches Sunset with a weird, drunken smile.

>”Ah can’t wake her up like this… she’s too cute.” Applejack giggles again.
>”Ah guess I can give her a few more minutes to rest, but you guys better come upstairs soon!”
>She turns to jab a finger at you.
“No more than a few minutes, I swear!” You raise your hands defensively.
>Applejack winks at you.
>”That’s a promise, partner.”
>She turns back to Sunset, placing her hand on Sunset’s head in an attempt to stroke her hair.
>Although, being as loaded as she is, Applejack totally underestimates her strength.
>Her hand smacks down hard on the top of Sunset’s head, which pushes her down deeper on your length.
>Your throbbing glans rubs against the most fleshy and sticky parts of Sunset’s throat. It’s so intense that your vision flashes white.
“Ah!”
>The churning in your balls is begging for you to unleash it.
>You grip your hands into the arm of the couch so hard they turn white.
>Applejack turns to look at you.
>”You alright there, Anon?”
“Y-yeah… just trying to sneeze.”
>Smooth.
>Applejack nods slowly at you, off-center and more of a head bob.
>”Ah hate it when they come and go like that. Just sneeze, damn it.”
“Hahaha… yeah.”
>Applejack stands up shakily, her legs wobbling as she struggles to find her footing.
>”Well… guess I’ll see you upstairs, Anon.”
>All you can do is nod.
>Applejack drunkenly strolls to the other side of the room, closing the door and disappearing out of the room.

>You sit there for a few seconds, just in case she bursts in again.
>The trembling in your pelvis distracts your attention.
>The mind-numbing melting feeling of ecstasy coursing through your dick is broken, as Sunset finally rises up from your lap.
>You can feel the warmth of her mouth and tongue disappear from your member as she finally removes your shaft from her maw.
>The stringy saliva and phlegm on your cock tracks a long, thick strand out of her throat, right to the head of your penis.
>Sunset manages to take a breath, before keeling over and gagging on the couch. She coughs up several viscous, clumpy wads of messy precum and spit.
>You bite your lip, trying to hold back that pending feeling of orgasm that pulses numbly in your loins.
>”S-she’s g-gone…” Sunset says, between fits of wheezing and coughing.
“Any longer and that would have been really bad.”
>”Try almost choking to death, I almost blacked out.”
>Was that a compliment? You’ll take it, either way.
“Thanks.”
>”What…?” Sunset looks at you, knitting her brows together.
“Not everyday I choke a girl out. Feels good to finally hear it.”
>”Anon!” She slaps your leg hard. “Stop being a perv.”
“Me the perv?! You’re the one who instantly gobbled it up the moment she knocked on the door.”
>Sunset looks away. “D-don’t say it… like that.”
>Not the one for dirty talk?
>Weird considering what she had said earlier.
>You try to imitate her voice, and bite your finger seductively. You probably look like an idiot.
“I need you inside me, Anon.” You burst out laughing. “It was something like that-“
>Sunset smacks you harder on the leg.

“Ow!” You pull away, just barely missing another hit.
>”…Jerk…” Sunset huffs and turns her face away, clearly trying to hide her blush.
>You take this opportunity to sneak up behind her.
>She’s made the mistake of letting her guard down again.
>When will she learn?
>You manage to get right next to her before she turns back.
>Probably wondering why you weren’t saying anything.
“A-non, w-“ She tries to stammer out.
>But you’re already leaning in to silence her, pecking her quickly on the lips.
>Every bit of mock anger drains from Sunset’s face.
>She tries to lean back in for another, but you step away quickly.
“So much for being mad.” You wink at her.
>You could tease this girl forever.
>She tries to smack you upside the head, but you duck underneath, wrapping your arms around her waist and giving her butt a firm squeeze.
>Sunset spasms a bit.
>Her face is still wearing a really bad attempt at a pout, but her dreamy eyes and red cheeks show another emotion instead.
>You hold her close for a minute, just enjoying the sensation and heat from her body.
>You’re pretty sure it’s been a few minutes.
>Oh well, you did make a promise.
>Time to head upstairs before Appledrunk comes back downstairs to kick your ass.
>You pull away from Sunset.
>You can almost sense the hesitation in her arms before she lets you go.

“Guess we should head upstairs then.” You gesture towards the door.
>”I’ll… ah… I’ll catch you with you, Anon.” Sunset stammers out, not moving at all.
“Okay…?”
>Her eyes flicker nervously down towards her legs and skirt.
>You follow them down, past the waist and past the hem of fabric.
>In the flickering neon lights, you catch glimpses of the wetness staining the inside of her thighs and upper legs.
>Faint trails that stretch almost all the way down to her knees.
>Looks like a water balloon just busted in her cooter.
>Well, after your vicious tongue-fucking, you’d be offended if she hadn’t been leaking like a faucet.
“Nice…” You nod.
>”Anon!” Sunset crosses her legs, hauling down the edges of her skirt in an attempt to cover the love juices creeping down her lower half.
“We could go for round two, you know?” You wink at her.
>You see her legs trembles, her kneecaps almost knocking together.
>”I… ah… I… need… break time,” Sunset sputters out.
>Cute.
>You’re still rocking a raging hardon that will probably be rubbing against your jeans for the rest of the night, but seeing her fidget like this is almost worth the probably fatal case of blue balls you had.
>”I need to… clean up a bit.”
>Her panties are probably floating on her legs with the amount of spit and saliva you left on her.
>Can’t be tracking that around the club like a snail.
>Less one of the girls see it and ask an awkward question.

“I’ll head up then.”
>Sunset nods. “Yeah, I’ll catch up in a bit… just need… a few minutes.”
>The two of you walk out of the room. 
>There’s a sign on the corner of the ceiling that you missed before, in the haze of Sunset dragging you into the room a while ago.
>The first symbol is that classical chick washroom stickman symbol, with an arrow pointing further down the hall.
>The seconds looks like a big ass bull bucking around some stickman cowboy.
>Probably pointing to the other bar. That’s a safe guess you wager.
>That arrow also points down the hall in the same direction.
“This way… I guess.”
>Sunset holds your arm as the both of you continue your walk down the hallway.
>A few more private rooms pass by, all with their doors closed and slightly unsettling noises coming from within.
>Guess you weren't the only two prying away for some private time.
>Soon enough, you’re at another staircase, this one also going upwards.
>Makes sense that you initially came down into this club that there might be another one upstairs.
>There’s also a hall leading to the girls washroom.
>Sunset breaks away quickly jogging into the room.
>”Head up, I’ll be there in a sec.” She says before disappearing around the corner.
>You barely manage to nod before she’s out of sight.
>You hope it’s one of those old school washrooms with paper towels and not the automatic dryers.
>That would be pretty awkward to clean up with.
>If a bit hot.
>No more boner thoughts, Anon. You’re bad off enough already.

>Might as well head up, instead of hanging around waiting outside the women’s washroom like some weird pervert.
>You might have been a weird pervert but everyone else didn’t need to know that now, did they?
>You begin your climb up the steps.
>The rattle of electro-wub-dub-step fades away behind you, only the slightly rumbling walls showing any indication of the music beneath.
>Instead, what replaces it is the worst of the fucking worst.
>You’d rather deal with goddamn splitting headaches and hearing loss than what assaults your ears now.
>Country music.
>Yeehaw.
>Not, not yeehaw, in fact you’re very far away from yeehaw.
>Ugh, it makes the hair on the back of your neck rise.
>The colors in the hall and the light seem to change, the lights are more yellow and old fashioned, the walls coated in a dark, deep reddish hue, looking almost like carpet.
>Maybe it’s not that bad. Maybe it’s just a bar with a slight western vibe, and not an entire old west, rootin’-tootin’ and shootin’ sort of thing.
>Not that you minded that, old west movies were cool.
>But holy fuck, the stereotypical country music made you want to kill yourself.
>The hollering and cheering you hear up above does very little to dissuade your fears.
>Oh boy.

>Soon enough you’re at the end of the staircase and standing in front of another door.
>There’s a little fake skull of what you assume is cattle or some type of ranch animal.
>The lull in the music must be the end of the song.
>If there’s another banjo string, you might pull the entire door off the hinges.
“Whatever, dude.”
>You take a deep breath and open the door, strolling inside.
>You blink.
>Everything hits you at once.
>You want to scream because it’s way worse than you thought.
>The amount of denim and plaid almost lets you mistake the place for some sort of hipster joint.
>But holy fuck, the hats.
>They’re everywher.
>Even the bartender chick is wearing one of those old-fashioned western hooker dresses, all fluff and lace.
>The black stockings going up her thick thighs are rather nice, though.
> Her light-beige skin shines under the lights at the bar, and her vibrant, cherry-red hair falls down over her shoulders in large swathes and tangles.
>She has a beauty mark on her cheek as well, and you’re not sure if it’s real or not.
>Christ, she’s as thick as Pinkie, the wrinkles on her cheeks showing a voluptuous women who hasn’t been soured by age.
>You can almost ignore the rest of the atmosphere.
>”What can I get ya, darling?” The southern drawl of the girl sends shivers down your spine.
>Wait, what?
>You blink.

>You’re at the bar. Did you just walk all the way over here without noticing? Was your hardon just that desperate to guide you towards any hot chick you spotted.
“Uh…” 
>She puts her hands on her hips, her large, juicy hips.
>”Are ya gonna order, or just stand there and leer at me?”
>Come on, dude. Jesus.
>You shake your head.
>She looks down towards your hand, spying the little mark the bouncer had given you earlier.
>”Oh… one of those…” She looks almost visibly deflated.
“Does that mean…?” You stumble over your fat tongue, finally forcing words out.
>She sighs. “Same as below, drinks are free. VIP mark and all.”
“Even though it’s two different bars.”
>She shrugs. 
>You’re not gonna complain.
>You get another rum and coke. Fuck it, play it safe.
>The bartender returns a bit later with your drink.
>You tip again, turning around to survey the rest of the bar.
>Various people stand around the bar, all chittering and chattering, just loud enough to block out most of the music thankfully.
>”YEEHAW!” One boisterous voice raises above all the rest, coming from the back corner of the room.

>The more you strain to hear it, the more you make out the mechanical sound of stretching springs and the creaking of metal.
>In the corner of your vision, you see a blur of orange soar back and forth through the sky, so quick that you can barely recognize it.
>The voice, however, is unmistakeable. 
>Applejack.
>You push your way through the crowds to get a better look, finally breaching the ring of people stood around watching Applejack.
>She’s riding the bull.
>In the low light of the club, it looks almost menacingly realistic. 
>Dark skin with carved out muscles and a face full of rage to discourage any potential riders.
>The massive metal support and tree-trunk sized springs underneath it’s body gives away it’s artificial nature, of course.
>Applejack doesn’t seem to be to affected though.
>She’s yipping and hollering, digging her heels into the fake animal as it rocks back and forth violently.
>”That all ya got, ya varmint?! She yells out.
>All around her the crowd is cheering and whooping out loud, offering their support.
>Jesus, you can barely keep up with her movements.
>How in the hell is she hanging on to something moving that fast?
>You can only stand there, bewildered and impressed, watching her tame the beast.
>”Ya’ll want to see it go faster?”! Applejack grabs the reigns with one hand, steading her body to the rocking of the bull, and gesturing out to the crowd with her free hand.
>The audience screams back at her, raising their drinks and cheering loudly.
>”Ah can’t hear ya!” Applejack taunts back.

>The collective roar that follows is enough to make your ears ring even louder than the already were.
>She was giving the crowd a show, a good show.
>Applejack brings her hand back down near the head of the bull, and you can barely make out her switching something.
>Almost immediately the bull reacts, it’s speed increasing.
>It wobbles, rising and falling, spinning side to side with increasing velocity.
>And yet Applejack hangs on, like a fucking paddleball, timing her body’s movements to counteract the bull’s, keeping her balance firmly situated on the centre of the contraption.
>How is she not getting motion sickness?
>Especially with how drunk she was.
>Applejack gives a final yeehaw as the bull begins to settle down. It’s movements slow, as it gently deaccelerates and returns to a neutral position. 
>She hops down with a little flourish, bowing slightly to the crowd.
>All of which are yelling and screaming praise at her.
>She gives the bull a pat on the head.
>”Almost had me there, little fellah. Better luck next time.”
>Someone from the crowd hands Applejack a drink, which she quickly slams back.
>”If anyone can beat that, I’ll buy the whole bar a round!” She proclaims, raising her hands to the sky.
>Some of the bar seems to be thinking about the challenge, but one look at the bull seems to quiet most of the enthusiasm.

>Almost like they had a mix of reverence and fear for the creature.
>Except for you, because you were a giant idiot.
>Being able to make Applejack pay for everyone’s drink would be a sort of subtle revenge for her interrupting you and Sunset.
>Right when you were about to unload in her throat.
>The mere thought sends a pleasurable shiver down your pelvis.
>Plus you could hop down all victorious after and drop some stupid pun like “How’d you like them apples?” or something else fucking lame like that.
>It’s just too good of a situation to pass up, especially considering the lack of downsides.
>If you fail, you don’t owe anyone else a drink.
>Might be a few bruises and a little embarrassment, but you were willing to test your luck.
>Everything else had gone pretty well tonight, might as well see how far you could go with your current good fortunes.
>Although that might be the jinx that ruins your whole night.
>Oh well, guess you would find out soon.
>But first, some liquid courage.
>And pain suppressant. 
>You quickly sip down your rum and coke. The cool liquid floods your warm body the relief is almost palpable.
>It dulls the pain in your head and the ringing in your ears.
>You lay the glass on a nearby stool and clap your hands together.

>Time to fucking do this.
>You’re about to walk towards Applejack and the bull when a hand pulls on your shoulder.
>”Anon?”
>You turn around, only to find Sunset looking at you with a raised eyebrow.
“What’s up?”
>”You’re not planning on actually riding that, are you?” She gestures past you to the bull.
“Pfft, of course I am.”
>Sunset shakes her head.
>”That’s not a good idea.”
“Why not? Applejack managed to do it.”
>You were almost one and a half times as cool as Applejack, right?
>”Applejack is basically a cowgirl, she’s used to stuff like that, seeing as how she works on a farm.”
“And?”
>”Well…” She sort of points at you. “You’re…you…”
“How hard can it possibly be? Sit and watch your momentum.”
>”Yeah… because everything is just as easy to do as it is to describe.”
>Sunset grabs your by the shoulder, and turns you to face the wall behind the bull.
>”Besides, have you seen the wall of fame?”
>Wall of fame? What?
>You blink, staring past the bull at the wall behind it. There’s a big sort of board with what you guess to be almost more than one hundred pictures of various people standing next to the bull.
“Is that supposed to make me scared or something? If that many people can ride that thing, I should be fine.”

>”Look a bit closer there, Anon?”
>You squint a bit closer.
>The people in the photos become a little bit clearer, and you notice something you missed before hand.
>Thick, white bandages and blocky shapes on various limbs of people on the wall.
“Are those casts?”
>Sunset steps beside you, nodding.
>”Yeah, you don’t get on the wall of fame by beating the bull, you get on it if the bull beats you…. Badly.”
>Oh…
>Oh no… 
>Those hundreds of photos weren’t that encouraging anymore.
>Some of the images looked incredibly painful.
>Cast on legs and arms.
>Wait, was that guy being escorted out on a stretcher?
>There goes that earlier bravado.
>After all, it would very hard to fuck with broken legs and arms.
>And those were plans you really didn’t want to mess up.
>That being said… if, and by if, you meant the 1/100 chance you actually managed to show Applejack up, she’d never be able to live that down.
>And no doubt it would make you look even cooler to Sunset.
>Which was almost worth it by itself.
>Sunset must of saw you still staring at the bull, because she smacks you on the shoulder.
>”Anon! NO! Stop looking at it.” She chatisies.
“B-but… free drinks.”
>”How does that even matter to you?” She shoves her hand right in front of your face, showing you the familiar stamp.
>”We’re already good, remember?”
>Oh right…
>Damn it, there goes one of your reasons to show Applejack up.
“For… everyone else.” You mutter.
>Sunset looks at you with half-closed eyes, clearly annoyed and not buying your shitty excuses.
>”If you want to get on that thing and snap yourself in half, don’t come crying to me afterwards.”
>That sounds like permission to you, which is good enough.
“Awesome, thanks Sunset!” You lean in really quick and give her a peck on the cheek.
>She freezes on the spot and blushes hard. “Anon, not in front of everyone!”
>You know she likes it though. 
>Besides, it’s not like anyone else noticed in all of the commotion.
>You wink at her, before turning and making your way over to the clearing around the mechanical bull.
>Applejack is still basking in all the glory of her fans, doing bows and raising her hands, all of that nonsense.
>You try to put on your best smug face and confident swagger as you saunter up.
>The crowd starts to quiet down as they watch you approach the bull.
>Applejack turns to look at you, raising an eyebrow and smirking.

>She gives you a once over with her eyes, clearly not expecting too much from you.
>”Anon! You’re here!” She cheers at you, grabbing you by the hand and hauling you over to the bull.
>Almost like she forgot she was the one that invited you up here in the first place.
>You only barely register that she’s talking to you/
>”-and that’s why you have to treat Fernando gently.”
“What?”
>”A lot of people think bull riding is fighting the bull, but that’s not what you’re supposed to do. The bull and you have to be one, you need to work together, learn each other’s movements and adapt on the fly.”
>Guess you’re getting a bull riding tutorial. You definitely needed one afterall.
“Uh… anything else I should know?”
>Might as well get all the tips you can. 
>She pulls your hand up in front of her face, squinting at it.
>”Well, on the account of your doughy, soft city-slicker hands, I’d always keep two hands on the reigns.”
>Applejack wasn’t anything if honest, you figure.
>Drunk Applejack being more blunt than usual.
“Hey, they’re not that soft…”
>Applejack shoves her hand in your face.
>”This is what a real hand looks like.”
>There are callouses on callouses.
>Dry skin and scabs everywhere.
>Like someone took a few lumpy potatoes and wrapped them in sandpaper and filled in the cracks with gravel.
>You grimace at her.
“Jesus,  Applejack, how the hell do you hold hands with someone with hands like that?”
>She frowns at you, “The only people that hold hands are old married couples and those degenerate fudge packers at our school.”
>WOAH.
>You did not hear what you just thought you heard.
>You blink at Applejack, your jaw hanging open slightly.
“W-what did you just-“
>Applejack swings you back around to the crowd, raising both your hand and hers in the air.
>”We have a new challenger!” She cries out, eliciting a roar from the crowd as they applaud and cheer at you.
>All the attention is kinda making you sweat a little bit.
>Never been one to be the center of the room.
>Applejacks continues with her introduction.
>”Anon here has agreed to give the bull a go!” She announces much to the crowd’s fervour. 
>It’s like the entire bar has turned to appraise your skinny ass.
>You can see some see people laugh and shake their head at you as Applejack continues to talk.
>”Anon and his little soft hand will attempt to tackle Fernando!”
“Hey!”
>The crowds noise cuts off any of your attempts to interrupt her.


>”Now while we might look small and fragile, I’m sure Anon will put up a real good fight, so let’s give him some motivation!”
>You’re not even going to try anymore… just let this moment pass.
>You sigh and give a little wave at the crowd as they scream at you.
>Now you had all these expectations to live up to.
>Time to impress… hopefully.
>Applejack guides you up to the bull.
>You pull yourself up rather easily.
>The bull must be made of some sort of hard plastic or metal, as sitting on the thing hurts your ass almost immediately.
>Not comfortable at all, with sharp edges and creases.
>You’re careful not sit squat your balls on it’s spine.
>Although there’s a good view from up here. You can basically see the entire bar and all its patrons. Some of which are cheering you on.
>Others looking like they’re already sure you’re going to die from this.
>You spot Sunset watching from the middle of the crowd, concern etched upon her face.
>Imagine how cool you’ll look after nailing this.
>Probably pretty cool.
>Applejack is talking to you again.
>”Here are the reigns.”
>She hands you a pair of worn out leather straps that are secured around the machine’s neck.
> They look flimsy as hell, with long cracks threading their way through the leather material.
>You take the straps from Applejack, grasping them tightly in your hands.
>”And here are the controls.”
>She motions towards a small control panel situated in the middle of the bull’s head.
>”I wouldn’t worry too much about adjusting the speed, I’m going to set a timer to automatically change the speeds for you.”
>You nod along as she talks.
>”The big red button her stops the machine. I wouldn’t press that unless you’re close to falling off.”
“Sounds simple enough.”
>”They all say that, Anon. Just don’t try to show-off if you don’t know what you’re doing, things might get outta control.”
“Me? Showoff? Never!”
>Applejack sighs at you and shakes her head.
>”You ready?”
“Let’s get this road on the show there, AJ!”
>She turns one of the knobs on the control panel, and steps away.
>Slowly but surely, you hear the gears in the bull below you start to grind and rotate as the machine powers up.
>Alright, Anon, time to shine.
>The body of the bull begins to shake slightly, and you feel the vibrations work their way up through your body.
>It starts to rock back and forth slowly.
>Very soft and gently, it’s almost calming.


>Off to a good start at least.
>You turn to look out at the crowd. They’re not making much noises besides the drone of casual conversation, but they are looking at you, waiting until something interesting happens.
>You saw how fast Applejack was going earlier, so you know that it’s only going to get faster.
>Sunset’s still watching, hands clasped together in front of her chest like she’s uttering a silent prayer for your safety.
>There’s a small audible beep from the console on the bull’s head, and the gears begin to turn faster.
>Like one of those weird spring rides on some of the playgrounds you pass on your way to school.
>Still nothing fast enough to worry over, but you are moving back and forth moderately fast.
“How many speeds are there, Applejack?” You call out.
>Applejacks’s stood slightly in front of the crowd, arms crossed as she watches you intently.
>”Five speeds, you’re on two so far, three to five are the hardest. I’d get ready to hold on there, Anon.”
>The console beeps again, louder.
>The shift in speed this time is enough to send you lurching forward into the front of the bull roughly.
>You barely manage to reorient yourself before the bull begins to twist and turn violently.
>Like when Applejack was riding it, the machine begins to spin and rise and fall at random intervals.
“Whoa!”
>So much for looking at the crowd, you have to focus entirely on yourself now, trying to keep balance with an increasingly unbalanced bull ride.
>You hear Applejack chuckle somewhere off to the side.
>”Gonna have to do better than that Anon if you want to make it all the way through.”
>Feels like you’re a bouncy castle with wheels on a road of landmines.
>Each sharp drop of the bull is quickly reversed with a quick rise, which only makes your body slam down onto the bull’s back.
>This is in addition to the sharp swerves and turns, the force of which almost sends you tipping over off the side of the contraption.
>There’s another beep from the console, barely audible over the thrashing grind of the gears.
>Speed four. You only need to survive this one for a little bit to make it through to the next one.
>Come on, Anon. Show everyone what you’re made of.
>The bull begins to rise up more, and then the front half on the machine nosedives down.
>Your entire body falls forward, as the device rebounds up and pitches down at the rear end.
>You smack into the front end of the bull hard enough to knock the air out of your lungs, before being slung black.
>The ass of the bull shoots up, smashing you in the back on your shoulder blades.
>This sharp pitching up and down is still accompanied by the turning, twisting and rising and falling.
>You’re being flung around like a rag doll, the only thing keeping you on the machine being the leather straps that you are holding onto for dear life.
>Your vision blurs back and forth because of the speed at which you are moving.
>The crowd is just one big unrecognizable blob, only broken up by a random splash of fiery red and yellow.
>You can only imagine what Sunset’s face looks like.
>She’s probably covering her eyes and peeking out through her fingers.
>Because that’s what you would be doing.
>The crowd is starting to murmur a bit louder now, surprised that you’ve been able to hold on for this long.

>The constant movement is beginning to take it’s toll on your stomach.
>Alcohol and sharp, lurching movements aren’t the best combo after all. 
>Your guts are bubbling and groaning in protest. That feeling of bloating like you drank several liters of water and ran five miles.
>You hold back and burp and try not to gag at your urging stomach.
>Spraying puke over yourself, the crowd, and the bull probably would be something that wouldn’t live down.
>Sunset would probably never associate herself with you again.
>Just hold on for a few more minutes. Do it, you pussy.
>The last and final beep goes out, the light on the console changing from a flashing red to a bright green.
>Almost immediately, the whole thing shakes violently.
>It starts to spin faster, much faster than before.
>And it doesn’t seem to stop, only increasing in speed.
>You can feel the rope burn on your hands from hanging on to the leather reigns, the rough material having rubbed your skin raw in several places.
>Pain is the sign of a true winner!
>The bull dips forward again and rises as you fall. The whole body of the machine drops sharply at the same time.
>You can’t pull up in time, and your head goes careening into top of the bull’s back, as your entire waist slams down hard on the bull’s back.
>You hear the entire crowd go ‘Ooooh!’ at the impact.
>Yep, it was definitely made out of some sort of metal, if the ringing in your skull and ears was any indication. Like you just headbutted a brick wall.
>The entire time the bull was still spinning, the g-force starting to throw you off to the side.
>You wrap the leather straps around your hands, desperate to hold onto the machine.
>You’re bruised all over, almost about to vomit, and maybe concussed.
>But you were still on top of this fucker.
>Just one more minute, Anon.
>The crowd is cheering and laughing loudly at you, the sound echoing in your ears.
>just hold on, just hold on a little bit more.
>Your stomach bubbles over, and you feel something liquid-like foam up through your throat.
>NO!
>”He’s gonna puke!” Someone in the crowd screams out.
>You swallow that fucker back down, trying not to gag on the smell and chunky bits of food.
>Your head is spinning, and the whole room is one big fucking blur.
>The bottom half of your body is completely numb, you can’t feel your legs at all except for the dull throb in your spine near your waist.
>The bull rises up again, further than the last time.
>This has got to be the crescendo movement, the last hurrah.
>Make it through this Anon, and all the bragging rights are yours.
>The entire things falls to the ground, has to be almost five feet straight down.
>Before you fall down on top of the thing, it shoots back up in the air, hitting you right in the groin.

>The impact sends shockwaves through your teeth, and pain explodes in your pelvis. Your vision goes black as agony pulses through your entire body.
>You landed on one of your balls.
>Your body tenses almost immediately, and for a second you forget about everything.
>Your hands let go of the reigns, as you try to grab onto your testicles to comfort them.
>Of course, the machine is still going.
>Applejacks screams out something you can’t hear, but the bull lurches downward again.
>This time you land on your fingers, and your hands make a few unpleasant noises as the entire weight of your body comes crashing down on them.
>You’re still spinning, by the way.
>But you’re not holding the reigns anymore, meaning you’re sat lopsided on the entire machine.
>You want to call out to something to stop the machine, but the hit in the nuts caused your stomach to turn so bad that if you speak, you know you’re going to vomit everywhere.
>And the bull shoots up again.
>This time, with no hands on the reigns, there’s nothing to tether you down.
>So the bull stops, but you don’t.
>You fly up off the thing entirely.
>There’s a brief moment where the entire bar seems to stand still while you’re flung into the air.
>You look around.
>Half the crowd wears frozen expressions of amusement, laughs sat on their still lips from watching you get tossed about.
>The other half of the crowd actually looks concerned, various expressions of shock on their faces.
>Applejack was rushing towards the bull trying to press to the stop button, but to no avail.
>You spot Sunset standing in the crowd to.
>Her face is the worst. It looks like she’s about to cry.
>The first bit of regret begins to creep up your spine… or maybe that’s the nausea from your ruptured testicles.
>But then time resumes.
>You fly up into the rafters, smashing into something hanging low from the ceiling.
>From the spray of glass on your back and the flashing of darkness, it must be a light or something.
>And then you fall.
>Fast.
>You’re thrashing in the air, throwing your limbs out in all directions in a futile attempt to slow your descent.
>Thankfully, you don’t see the bull underneath you. Hitting that on the way down would probably kill you.
>Instead, you come down into the soft embrace of a nearby hard wooden table. 
>You feel a brief sensation of splintering wood tearing into your chest as you plunge through the entire thing like a bomb.
>The hard tile floor rises up to meet you though, and that’s not something you can break through.
>There’s no pain from hitting it.
>Instead, everything cuts to black.

>....
>....
>Consciousness drifts back to you haphazardly, ebbing in bits and pieces.
>The first thing to come back is the aching in your body. Like you wrestled a bull and lost.
>Oh wait, that’s exactly what happened.
>There’s a dull throb over your entire body, with sharper pains in your chest, arms and back.
>Probably where you smashed through the table and into the floor.
>Yeah, that would probably leave a mark.
>Your head also aches. You’re not sure if it’s from the music, the booze, or where your conked your head on the bull.
>Definitely a mixture of all three.
>You can feel someone slapping gently at your face.
>”Anon! Wake up! Say something, please!” A familiar voice pleads.
>You want nothing more than to just lay wherever the hell you are and pass out again.
>Although then they would probably think you are dead.
>Time to get up. Going to be easier said than done.
>You blink. Or attempt to. The muscles in your face scrunch up, and you’re sure you opened your eyes, but you don’t see anything at all.
>So instead you groan.
>”He’s alive!” Someone calls out.
>You manage to blink again, and this time the world begins to flood back into your eyeballs as a blur of shapes and colors.
>The fiery red blob knelt next to you can only be one person.
>”Anon!” Sunset cries out, throwing her arms around you.
>Of course, that only causes an entire wave of pain to ricochet through your body.
“Ow!” You groan again.
>Sunset quickly finishes her hug and backs away, smiling sheepishly.
>”Sorry… hehe.”
>You attempt to sit up. The world spins and your head threatens to crack open, but eventually you manage to upright yourself.
>You look around.
>Several people from the bar that you don’t know are looking down at you with worried expressions.
>Applejack and Sunset are crouched next to you.
>Your eyes finally filter in the finer details of your vision, and you turn your head to look at Sunset.
“What… what happened?” Your throat is dry and your voice barely scrapes out.
>”You got got, Anon.” Applejack answers.
>Pain spasms through your body in another wave.
>You flinch and grit your teeth.
>”Take it easy there, Anon. That was one mighty wipeout.” Applejack puts her hand on your back to steady you.
“How many things did I hit…?”
>”Well, you smashed your head off Fernando several times, hit the ceiling light, and then the table, and then the floor.”
>Applejack tallies the number on her fingers.
>”So a lot of things.”
“That explains all the pain….”

>”I told you not to get on that thing!” Sunset smacks in the shoulder.
>More pain flares up.
“Ow!”
>”You’re an idiot! Almost killing yourself over some stupid bet.”
>She’s not wrong, but it still hurts to hear.
“You’re right…I am an idiot.”
>You stand back up, with Applejack and Sunset helping you steady yourself.
>Most of the crowd has left, seeing that you were alive.
“At least they didn’t get a picture of me on the wall, huh?”
>”Uh… about that…” Applejack stutters.
>No way.
“How long was I out?!” You yell, turning to look back at the wall of shame.
>And sure enough, you spot a picture of yourself.
>”Well, as soon as you went flying, the bartender rushed over with the camera…” Applejack explains.
>”Yeah, she had the picture taken before we even got over to you, Anon.” Sunset chimes in.
>The picture doesn’t do you any flattery.
>Smack dab in the ruins of a wooden table, face bruised and covered in wood splinters, tongue hanging out.
>Looks like you would never be able to come back here...
>You groan again, not from pain this time, but from embarrassment.
>”I told you not to do it, Anon.” Sunset says, sounding a little more than full of herself.
“Yeah, I heard you the first time.”
>”To think that picture will sit on that wall for years, and everyone will know how badly you wiped out.”
“Sunset…” You try to interrupt.
>”People from around town will probably know you from that picture alone.”
“Sunset!” You yell, cutting her off.
>She winks at you, turning to hide a giggle.
>”Don’t feel so bad, Anon, you did really well for your first time.” Applejack says, trying to soften the blow to your pride a bit.
>It helps a little bit.
“Thanks, Applejack.”
>”I mean, I’ve never seen someone wrap their hands around the reigns before. That’s one of the most stupid, dumbass things you an do.”
>Well, there goes that band-aid on your ego.
>”Lucky you didn’t pull your arms off, ya idiot. But I guess it’s the effort that counts.” Applejack gives you a big shit-eating grin.
“You need to work on your sarcasm there, Applejack.”
>Your body must have been going through a full reboot earlier, because now you can feel all the pain from your limbs very easily.
>Every step triggers another twitch of some muscle that you fucked up in your crash.
>Good thing you were in a bar, with a substance that could dull pain.
>Another excuse to keep drinking.
“Uh… I need a drink. Everything hurts.”
>”You should get another one after that to erase the embarrassment.” Applejack adds.

“Ha ha ha, very funny.” You laugh out sarcastically.
>The three of you manage to get over to the bar.
>You walk out most of the physical pain from your body on the way over, but your head is still killing you.
>The bartender is quick to wander over as the three of you grab empty stools to sit down on.
>However, instead of trying to get your order, she hands you a picture.
>It’s a copy of your picture from the wall of shame.
>You stare blankly back at her.
>”It’s customary to offer the rider a picture,” the bartender says, before shrugging.
>”I’ll take that, thank you.” Sunset leans over to grab the picture from the bartender, shoving the copy into her jacket.
>You turn your blank stare from the bartender over to her.
“Really?” You ask.
>”Hey, might be a cool souvenir, might come in handy sometime.”
>You really don’t know how a picture of you looking like you just got your ass kicked would ever come in handy, but whatever, might as well let her keep it.
“I guess… whatever, just keep it.”
>”So… can I get you guys anything?” The bartender asks as she leans on the counter, glancing at the three of you.
“Something to get rid of the pain… and the shame preferably,” you answer.
>”Vodka orange juice, please.” Sunset says, shifting in her seat a bit.
>”Ah’ll get another beer.” Applejack chimes in.
>The bartender disappears to get your drinks.
“Where’s everyone else?” You ask.
>Applejack leans on the counter with an elbow as she answers you.
>”Pretty sure that Pinkie and Rarity are still downstairs somewhere, and last I saw them, Dash, Twilight and Flutters were gone to get some food, so probably outside.”
>God, food sounded real good right now.
“I could demolish a fat slice of pizza right about now.”
>”No!” Sunset whines. “Don’t start talking about food or you’ll make me hungry too.”
>Soon enough, the bar tender returns with your drinks, slamming them down in front of you.
>You squint at the bubbling concoction in front of you.
>It looks… different from your rum and cokes.
>”House special,” The bartender says upon seeing your expression, “That’ll knock the pain right out… and probably your kidneys too.”
>You shrug, certainly can’t make you feel any worse than you do currently.
>”Ah’d take it easy with them, Anon. Unless you want to end up the next town over.” Applejack interjects.
>You sip the strange beverage.
>The bitter, dark taste that ravages your mouth almost makes you spit the liquid across the bar.
>You force yourself to swallow it down.
>Your mouth is already numb, several seconds later, and it burns your throat on the way down.
>Tears form in the corners of your eyes.
“Holy shit,” you cough out, smacking your lips together to get feeling back in them.

>”Told ya,” Applejack says, opening her beer and sipping at it.
>”You look like you’re going to cry, Anon.” Sunset states, looking at her own glass cautiously.
“I feel like I drank some weird numbing liquid.”
>”That means I mixed it right,” the bartender cuts in, winking at you before disappearing around the other side of the bar to serve more customers.
>Well, at least it’s working. The burning sensation in your throat fades away into a numb, comfy feeling, and the more you sip at the drink, the more that numbness spreads out in your chest.
>Soon enough the pain is barely recognizable. Like someone injected anaesthetic into your body.
>Instead, a drunken stupor begins to spread out into your limbs.
>”Uh… maybe you should take it easy, Anon.” Sunset says after a while.
>You’re not sure which drink you’re on anymore, but it’s had to have been a few.
“Maybe you should take it easy, Sunset” You reply, dramatically waving your half-empty glass in the air to accentuate your point.
“Although, you’re already pretty easy on my eyes.” 
>You give a slow wink.
>Sunset sighs and shakes her head. 
>”Are you sure you didn’t hit your head a bit harder than you thought?” She shoots back.
“Pretty sure you came closer to crushing my head than the bull did.”
>”Anon!” Sunset tries to cut you off but falls short.
>Applejack leans in across the bar, looking at you past Sunset.
>”What’s that supposed to mean?”
>AJ had been working her way through her beers easily enough, judging by the sizeable collection of bottles sitting on the counter in front of her.
>So she’s probably pretty out of it by now.
>Her swaying and uneven blinking sure doesn’t show otherwise.
>Sunset grabs her drink and  brings the glass to her mouth, trying to hide her reddening face.
>You wink back at Applejack.
“Sssssh, it’s a secret.”
>Applejack furrows her brow, trying to concentrate her gaze on you.
>”Tell me.” She whispers lowly.
“Can’t, it’s a big secret.”
>AJ leans in closer.
>”Ya can trust me… I’m the most honest person around. Won’t tell a soul.”
>You open your mouth, but Sunset quickly smacks you upside the head. You spill half of your drink over the counter in front of you.
“Ow!”
>”Whoops, my hand slipped.” Sunset states coldly, giving you a piercing glare.
>Even with your addled mental faculties, the signal was clear.
>Shut up, Anon.
>You give her another bad wink.
>Sunset sighs loudly again.
>”Who knew you were like this when you were drunk.” She says out loud to no one in particular.
“We should do shots!” You yell out, completely forgetting whatever you were just talking about.

>”Now that’s a good idea.” Applejack agrees, swaying in her stool.
>”No, I think it’s time to cut both of you off.” Sunset states, laying her glass down on the counter.
>She glances at her watch.
>”Besides, it’s after two, it’s probably almost time we get the girls and head home.”
>You and Applejack groan in protest.
“Aw… come on, Sunset. Just one round of shots.”
>”Yeah, it’s not like we’ll be back here very soon, might as well make the most of it.” AJ offers.
“Besides, they’re freeeeeeeee.” You stress the last syllable out several seconds to emphasize the point.
>Sunset crosses her arms, giving you another glare.
>Both you and Applejack look at her, putting on your saddest expressions.
>Sunset’s will lasts about a second.
>”FINE! Jesus!” She relents, throwing her arms up in the air. “Never again…” she mutters under her breath as she lowers her head to rest on the bar counter.
“Wooo!” You and Applejack fistbump before waving over the bartender.
>”Three shots of whiskey.” AJ says, giving the bartender a tip. “Make ‘em a double too.”
>The bartender nods, going to get your drinks.
>”Now this is the last one, alright?” Sunset says, rubbing her temples in frustration.
>”Fer sure.” Applejack nods.
>You’re looking off around the bar when you spot a familiar shade of purple standing near the bar’s entrance.
“Hey, maybe we should see if Twilight wants one too?” You tap Sunset on the shoulder and points towards where Twilight is standing.
>”Twilight?” Sunset asks, turning to look at where you were pointing to.
>Has to be her. You’re not that drunk that you can’t recognize the purple girl you’d been hanging out with all night.
>You blink, trying to clear the drunken haze from your vision as you squint across the bar at where Twilight is.
>Funny thing is, she seems to be wearing different clothes from earlier, and she’s also missing her glasses.
>Sunset seems to freeze up upon spotting the girl.
>You’re just about to raise your hand and wave her over when Sunset grabs onto your shirt.
“Woah… hey…” You say as you turn to glance at Sunset.
>She’s already stood up from her stool.
>”Sorry…” She states, letting go of your shirt.
“Something wrong?” you ask.
>Sunset shakes her head a bit too quick. “Nothing!” Her voice is a little higher pitched.
>”I’m going to go over and see what she wants, alright? You just stay here.”
>You blink. Seems like a bit of an odd request.
>But you’re really too buzzed to care.
“You sure? I’m not that drunk I can’t walk.”
>”Someone has to stay here to get the drinks, right? Just save our seats until we get back.”
“Sure… I guess… don’t be too long.” You shrug at Sunset.
>She taps Applejack by the shoulder, and gestures over towards the entrance.
>Doesn’t seem like Twilight has spotted you three yet, as she still seems to be looking around the bar.

>You don’t hear what Sunset says to Applejack when she leans in, but Applejack nods and the two of them leave their seats to make their way towards the entrance.
>Leaving you alone at the bar.
>You turn back to the counter, and the bartender returns, laying down three shots in front of you.
“Thanks,” you say, before she wanders off again.
>And then you play the waiting game.
>The drinks in front of you look more appealing with every passing minute, and they’re only getting warmer or colder the longer they sit there.
>Wait, isn’t alcohol at room temperature anyways.
>Whatever, doesn’t matter.
>You haul out your phone, clicking on the home screen to check the time.
>2:30.
>Pretty late, bar must be shutting down very soon, probably around three-ish.
>There’s movement from the stool next to you, and you spin to face that direction.
“About time… Jesus, I’ve be-“ You cut yourself off midsentence.
>It’s not Sunset or Applejack. Or Twilight.
>Or even any of the other girls.
>No, it’s someone entirely different.
>You wouldn’t really call her a girl. Much too womanly to be described as such.
>Probably late twenties, early thirties, judging by her appearance.
>And what an appearance that was. Your eyes go over her entire body from head to toe and back up.
>Thick, multi-color hair that seemed almost iridescent, flowing freely down from her head and around her shoulders.
>Looked like it was sparkling. 
>Bright amethyst eyes, which were staring at you confusedly.
>Gentle pink lipstick coating her luscious lips.
>Body as thick as a triple stirred vanilla milkshake, with all the right womanly curves sitting exactly where they should be.
>Massive voluptuous breasts barely contained by her white shirt.
>Short black mini-skirt and stockings combo that showcased off her thick and powerful legs.
>And a pair of black high heels to finish the whole thing off.
>You have to stop yourself from drooling at her.
>Oh all the girls you had seen tonight…. This one was…
>Wow.
>”Pardon me?”
>You blink, breaking out of your trance. You’re not sure how long you’ve been staring at her, but it must have been several seconds.
>Her amethyst eyes are focused entirely on you now, her brows furrowed.
>Probably thinking you’re some sort of bar drunk, hitting on the random girls foolish enough to sit next to you.
>The alcohol must have chosen this moment to punch you right in the mouth, because you’re tongue feels a hundred pounds too heavy, flapping in your mouth as you struggle to speak.
“Sorry.” You mumble out, rubbing the back of your head awkwardly. “Friends snuck off a while ago, thought they were back.”

>”Oh… I see.” She motions to turn back to the counter, trying to hail down the bartender.
>Said bartender is currently busy on the other side of the bar, serving a rush of customers who are trying to get in a few more drinks before last call.
>You also turn to look at the counter in front of you, spotting the three drinks from beforehand, sitting on the bar.
>Maybe you could find a use for them after all.
>If Sunset and Applejack weren’t coming back, you might as well find a way to get rid of them now instead of letting them go to waste.
>And ‘that way’ might be the woman currently sat next to you.
>She purses her lips, obviously annoyed at failing to be notice by the bartender.
>Probably a good time to act, Anon.
“Don’t suppose you like whiskey?” You ask, spinning one of the drinks on the counter absent-mindedly as you look at her.
>She turns back to you, raising an eyebrow in apprehension. Her vision flashes down momentarily to the drink in your hands.
>”What’s that age old rule of not accepting drinks from strangers?”
>You shrug.
“If you want to sit here ten minutes until the bartender gets around to you, that’s cool. Or you could have one of these perfectly fine drinks that my friends left me with.”
>She squints at you.
>”For all I know, you don’t even have friends, you could just be sat here waiting to take advantage of gullible girls with your spiked drinks.”
>Did you look that creepy? Sort of a blow to your self-esteem.
“In that case…”
>You grab all three of the drinks, and close your eyes. With a little bit of finesse, you move the glasses around randomly, not keeping track of which glass in which.
>After a few seconds of that, you open your eyes and straighten the drinks out into a neat line.
>And grab the one on the right, slamming back the shot of whiskey within.
>It burns going down, but it’s a good burn.
“In that case… I guess I’m going to get just as fucked as you then.”
>You push one of the other glasses over towards the woman.
>She looks at you for a few more seconds, before sighing.
>”A drink is a drink I guess.” She grabs the glass with her slender fingers, throwing the liquid back in a single, smooth motion.
>”Besides, I’m pretty sure I could take you, drugged or not.”
>It’s only now you realize how tall she must be. Both of you are the same height when sat down on the barstools.
>Tall Amazonian milfy types?
>You must have died and gone to heaven when you smacked your head.
>”You going to finish the other one?” She points at the last remaining drink.
“All yours.” You say as you slide the glass over to her.
>She gulps that down quickly as well, placing the glass down on the counter.
>”Well, that was fun. Thanks for the drinks…” She pauses.
> “Oh, I didn’t get your name.”

>You smile at her. The bait has been set. You extend your hand out.
“I’m Anon, nice to meet you.”
>She grasps your hand. Her grip is strong and feisty as she gives your hand a vigorous shake.
>”Celestia. Pleasure is all mine.”
>You show her the stamp on the back of your hand.
>Her already bright eyes seem to light up even more. Guess she knows that the mark means.
“I think our fun has only started.”
>If Sunset and Applejack and the others were going to leave your drunk, injured ass alone, you might as well find someone else to drink with.
>Celestia might be a good replacement.
>She smiles coyly at you as she withdraws her hand.
>”I’m sure we can find a way to put that stamp to use.”
>The bartender must have heard Celestia slam the glass down on the bar, because she has now wandered over towards the two of you.
>”Anything I can get you two?” She asks.
>Both you and Celestia smile creepily at her.
>The rest of the night passes in a blur that increases with every drink you have.
>And judging by how blurry everything is, it must have been quite a few drinks.
>Celestia slams down her drink loudly, breaking you out of your reverie.
>It takes way too much effort to twist in your seat and look at her, each movement sending your head spinning in every direction.
>She’s slumped on the bar, head buried in her arms.
>You hear words, but they float past you meaninglessly until you decide to listen in.
>”…and that’s definitely the worst part of being a principal.”
>You blink, focusing on the words for a few seconds before raising a question.
“Wait… you’re a teacher?” 
>You rock back and forth slightly in your seat, squinting at Celestia as if you’re trying to see through her.
>She gives you a bit of a dismissive look, clearly noticing that you weren’t really listening to her.
>She points a hand on her collarbone.
>”-Prinicipal-“ She stresses.
“Cool…”
>She nods along.
>”And yes, I do teach, but that’s only very rarely as a substitute when other teachers are sick or busy with other things, most of the stuff I do is administrative work. Managing the school and making sure everything is in order.”
“So you’re the big boss man, basically.”
>She smiles at you, giggling, “Boss -girl- but yeah, that’s a good summary.” Celestia sips on her glass apprehensively. 
“Wait… so where do you teac-“
>You’re interrupted by the bartender slamming down half a dozen shot glasses.
>”Here are the Kidney Killers you ordered.”
>You ordered shots? You don’t remember that.
>You peer at the glasses.

>The liquid inside seems to swirl around the glass, never settling. It looks like a weird mix of green and purple, and the little bit of fizz bubbling at the surface gives the drink an ominous looking appearance.
“Kidney Killers?” You ask, but the bartender has already walked off to serve someone else.
>Celestia is already sorting through the glasses, handing three to you and placing her own three in front of herself.
>You’re really not sure this is a good idea.
>The heavy weight of drunken fog resting on your brain is already clouding your judgements, thoughts and movements.
>It takes all of your concentration to blink evenly.
>Celestia seems to be taking it much better. She hums lowly to herself as she sorts through the glasses.
>Must be trying to get as much use out of your ‘free’ stamp as possible.
>That or she’s a skilled drinker. Judging by her thickness, that wouldn’t be too far of a stretch. 
>Or maybe you were just being a little pussy.
>Drink that fucking shit, Anon. Stop being a little girl. Man the fuck up.
>Now you’re drunk brain is getting mad at the last sober part of you.
>Ugh.
>You groan, placing your head on the counter. It’s incredibly sticky, but cool, which helps a bit against your clammy forehead.
>You can feel the piercing glare of Celestia even with your head buried in your arms.
>You manage to roll your head over to face her, and sure enough, she’s giving you the stink eye.
>You sigh, forcing yourself back up straight, and reach for a drink.
>”That’s the spirit, Anon.”
>She doesn’t see your hand shaking as you clasp your fingers around the glass.
>It’s only three shots, how bad could it be?
>You pick the glass up and turn towards Celestia.
“Cheers.”
>She smiles, and clinks her glass against yours.
>You feel your stomach roar as raise your glass to your mouth.
>If worst comes to worst, just puke and rally, Anon.
>…..
>…..
>…..
>”Alright, it’s closing time, you two have to leave now.”
>Someone’s talking to you, but you can’t see anything, just blackness.
>Your whole face feels numb, and the rest of your body doesn’t respond the first time you try to move anything.
>”You alright there, champ?”
>Something pokes you in the arm.
>You roll your head off to the side, and even though your neck feels a thousand pounds too heavy, you manage to see the light.
>You’re face down on the counter again, the sticky remains of booze and god knows what staining your face and arms and hair.
“Huh…. Wha?” 
>You’re not really sure if what you said are words, but the bartender rolls her eyes at you.

>”Closing time. We’re shutting down. You two gotta go.” She thumbs towards the exit.
“Two…?”
>Your hear a giggle off to the side, and it takes a solid ten seconds for you to move your head to see who it is.
>Celestia’s still sat on her stool, sipping on a straw in some strange concoction of a drink. She’s swaying slightly back and forth, but seems mostly fine otherwise.
>That’s impressive considering the massive graveyard of empty glasses on the counter around her.
>Jesus, there’s gotta be at least a dozen shot glasses scattered about.
>You roll your eyes towards your side of the bar.
“I only got three?” You mumble out half-pronounced, upon seeing the three shot glasses from earlier being the only empties in front of you.
>The bartender is busy gathering up the glasses, throwing them in the sink behind the bar and wiping down the counter. She doesn’t even bother to respond to you.
>You push yourself off the counter, leaning back on the barstool.
>Which is way too much movement for the amount of alcohol percentage your blood must be.
>The world spins, or are you just turning on the stool?
>Honestly, you can’t tell.
>Judging by the amount of jumping and rolling your guts are doing, it’s not going to be very fun if you keep this up.
>You need to get home and into bed as quick as possible.
>You close your eyes, focusing on keeping the puke down.
>Suddenly, you feel something on your shoulder.
>You crack open an eye just wide enough to see Celestia leaning on your side.
>”Come on, Anon! We can keep drinking at my place!”
>Her voice is way too high pitched and chipper right now.
>You just want to find somewhere to lay down and die. You could deal with a cold street corner as long as it wasn’t soiled.
>You try to shake your head at her suggestion, but the waves of nausea that course through your eyeballs forces you to stop.
“I need a cab home.” You hiss out through gritted teeth.
>Celestia pffts.
>”Don’t be a spoilsport, we’re just getting started!”
>She grabs you by the hand and almost pulls you off of your stool.
>Instead of falling straight down face first on the floor, Celestia catches you, pulling your head right into her bosom. 
>”Watch your step, Anon.”
>You grumble out some sort of half-mumble, half-English response.
>You don’t even know if you’re walking by choice, or if Celestia is pulling you along.
>Her arm is still wrapped around your head, keeping you trapped against her breasts.
>You’re not in a position to complain however. Her chest is warm, and it helps soothe your trembling headache. 
>Celestia is still talking to herself and you as she drags you along down the stairs and hallways towards the exit.
>”And that’s why the Teachers Association won’t let me coach any more teams with male students…”

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((July 29th, 2018 - Update)

>You’re not sure how long it takes her to drag your drunken ass up out of the club, as you’re mostly stuck smothered by her massive boob-bags, but eventually the chilly night air whips around you.
>Well, at least you’re outside now. That’s step one of getting home.
>Step two is getting a cab.
>Step three is…
>…
>You’ll figure that out when it comes to that.
>”Just wait a moment, Anon. I’ll get a cab.” Celestia’s voice trails off.
>Well, shit, step two was looking pretty fine and dandy as well now.
>You’re not sure how, but you’ve managed to find a bench to sit down on. 
>You only knew that because you were currently hunched over, staring down at your sticky shoes resting  on the concrete sidewalk.
>Celestia must’ve dumped your ass off.
>Some part of you wants to sit here and just pass out. That’s probably not the safest decision, but goddamn, you’ve had a rough night.
>You raise up your head enough to spot Celestia at the edge of the street. She’s stood up, waving at the cabs passing by, trying to flag one down.
>However, you’re the two of you are not alone out here.
>You see several other patrons on the street as well, forced out by closing time, all of them either struggling to stand, or struggling to hail down cabs.
>But you don’t see Sunset, Twilight, or any of the other girls.
>It’s like they just up and disappeared, ditching your sorry drunk ass behind.
>You frown, several angry thoughts flashing through your mind.
>If they didn’t want to hang out with you, they could have just told you, instead of just running off and leaving you here.
>Something niggling at the back of your skull pipes up that it may have been something else.
>But that’s lost in the swirl of your drunken pissed off-ness.
>Definitely going to have to send Sunset a passive-aggressive text tomorrow now that you got her number.
>You’re also gonna have to walk back down here and get your car.
>Fuck.
>Whatever, it’s Saturday, not like you have anything else to do besides play video games, and procrastinate on some of your writing projects that you hadn’t touched in months.
>God, you were a lazy fucker.
>The beeping of a horn knocks you out of your reverie, and you struggle to look up.
>There’s a cab parked on the side of the road, with the back door open. 
>Celestia’s bent over, talking to the driver through the open passenger window.
>Wow, her skirt goes up pretty nicely.
>You trace the outline of her stockings up past her thick legs, to around her thigh, just barely able to make out the plump outline of her butt straining against the dark fabric of her skirt.
>”Anon!”
>You glance up, to find Celestia staring back at you, looking like she was waiting on you.
>You quickly shake your head.
>Totally wasn’t staring at her ass. Nope.


>”Come on, Anon!”
>You barely manage to get to your feet before the world starts to spin wildly.
>Oh boy.
>Before you faceplant into the concrete however, Celestia is there to catch you, pulling your almost limp body into her grasp.
>Christ, how was she so strong?
>She pulls you across the street towards the taxi, your feet skidding behind you as you struggle to keep up.
>You feel like you wouldn’t be able to pull away even if you tried.
>Soon enough you’re over by the taxi, leaving heavily on the door to keep upright.
“I’m not sure where you live, but my house is probably closer. Taxi should drop me off first.” 
>God, your voice sounds like someone fucked your throat with sandpaper.
>Celestia giggles, pushing you on the back.
>”Yeah, yeah, we can figure that out in the cab. Get in!”
>You just want to sit down again, so you let her push you into the cab.
>It smells like cheap cigarettes and beer in here, like a mobile version of the bar you had just come from.
>You scoot over to the far side of the backseat, eventually leaning back against with a heavy sigh as you close your eyes in relief.
>Almost home. 
>Going to have a wicked fucking snooze. Probably won’t get up until tomorrow afternoon. 
>You’re ready to just have a quick nap in the back of the cab right then and there.
>Until you feel something crawl over you and straddle your lap.
>Or maybe you should say ‘someone’.
>You knew exactly who it was.
>You try to open your mouth to say something, but you don’t get a chance.
>Celestia grabs you solidly by your shoulders, and shoves your body down into the fast-food stained backseat of the cab.
>You hit your back hard enough to knock the air out of your lungs.
>You don’t get a chance to breathe either, as you feel the entire weight of Celestia’s body come crashing down on your chest, trapping you against the seat and preventing you from movement.
>The shock clears some of the drunken haze from your mind, and you stare up at her like a deer in the headlights.
>She sits up straight, looking in over the backseat towards the driver.
>”24 Solar Avenue, please. And you might want to put the divider up.”
>That wasn’t your house. Not at all!
>You open your mouth to protest, but Celestia flashes you a look.
>Like a predator that had caught her prey.
>You almost gulp instinctively.
>Your last hope of the driver shutting down this entire situation disappears as Celestia pulls a wad of bills from her purse, and hands them over to the driver.
>You watch the divider rise slowly, effectively ruining any chance of your escape.
>Celestia turns back towards you, craning her neck to look down. 
>There’s a smile on her face, but you’re not sure you would describe it as ‘friendly’.
>She takes a second to run her hands through her hair, tossing her tri-colored hair all over the place.


>It falls in thick tangles down across her neck and shoulders, long enough for several strands to rest on your face.
>It’s only now that you get a really good look at her face for the first time since before the two of your started drinking in the bar.
>There’s a deep blush singeing across her face, burning bright red enough for you to see clearly in the darkness of the cab.
>Her entire body heaves with heavy breaths, her mouth hot enough for the air inside to steam as she exhales.
>Yet, her magenta eyes are locked concretely on you, not budging or moving at all.
>You’re not sure that she’s even blinked since you began staring at her.
>Oh boy.
>This feels like it might turn into a bad touch situation.
>The insides of her thighs rub against your waist, hot and moist enough to make you sweat even through the jeans you had on.
>Trapped like a fly in the spider’s web.
>If the spider was a hot milf spurred on by copious amounts of alcohol.
>You probably shouldn’t sleep with any more girls, though, if you know…. If you wanted for Sunset and yourself to be a thing.
>Although being left behind at the bar spurs on thoughts of getting a little bit of action on the side.
>Like, nothing was official yet…. And what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.
>Not like you weren’t memory wiped or anything, haha.
>Jeez, drunk You was an asshole. Womanizer motherfucker he was.
>Doesn’t sound like much of a condemnation.
>…
>You blink, much too inebriated to consider the consequences of this situation.
>Celestia shifts her weight, scooting up enough to rest most of her weight right on your hips.
>You really hope these jeans are thick enough to not give her any ideas.
>Celestia descends down upon you like an owl diving down on a helpless field mouse.
>The tangles of her hair tickle across your cheeks, and you feel the touch of her hot breath on your face.
>Her heat has spread over to you, your own skin starting to become slick and sweaty.
>Even the windows have steamed up now, the entire inside of the cab becoming a hot atmosphere of swirling body heat.
>Mixed with your current drunkenness, and the entire situation feels like some sort of dream world.
>Your vision blurs and sparkles, your skin sweats, and you’re tingling all over. Every part of Celestia that rubs against you sends in numerous pleasurable pangs down your legs and across your stomach.
>Your lungs burn hot with each inhale, but when you try to rise and get a breath, Celestia pushes back down onto the seat.
>And plunges her lips down onto yours.
>You can’t pull away. You can’t squeeze out from under her. 
>All you can do is open your mouth and try to weather the storm.
>Her face meets your with enough force to smack your head off the seat a second time, sending stars blasting out in your vision.
>The heat of her face and mouth burns on you, and you swear you can see steam rising in the air between the two of you.

>Her tongue forces its way into her mouth, scolding hot, searing against your gums and teeth so much you almost flinch in response.
>And then she finds your tongue, wrangling it quickly into submission underneath her brute strength.
>You’re struggling not to suffocate, taking quick sips of air every time Celestia pulls away even the slightest inch.
>You can feel her chest on your own, her erect nipples poking sharply into your body. The swelter from her massive tits swiftly overwhelming your form as the moistness in her shirt spreads over your torso.
>There’s an inferno swelling up inside you, and the drunken haze seems to be seared away and replaced by a surging wave of lust working its way through your whole body.
>Fuck it, you’ll suffer whatever consequences later.
>You wrap your hands around Celestia’s waist, squeezing your hands into her skirt and the fat ass beneath.
>Even with all the fabric, you can still feel the tantalizing jiggle of her flesh as your fingers dig into her butt.
>In response she bits your lip, nipping her teeth just softly enough to indent the flesh before letting it go with a wet ‘snap’.
>Her mouth and tongue combines with yours, the only break being the wrestling of your tongues, and the slight drip of her saliva down your chin.
>Her hands run over your face, trailing her nails across the skin, and up into your hair, where she grabs and pulls gently. 
>You respond in kind, raising one of your palms up in the air before dropping it down sharply on her behind, the flesh bouncing at the impact as a loud ‘smack’ filled your ears.
>Celestia pulled away from the kiss, leaning up a bit, enough for you to catch the dark, dangerous glint in her eyes.
>Maybe you were going a bit too far.
>She takes her hands out of your hair and moves them towards her blouse. Her skirt is so wet with perspiration that you can see the black bra she is wearing underneath, and the way her tits spill out over it.
>Her slender fingers begin to push at the topmost button, as she bits her lip and grins at you.
>The taxi grinds to a halt, and the both of your jitter as the movement stops.
>You look confused, blinking several times to clear the heat daze from your mind. 
>The driver knocks on the glass divider, clearing it just enough to point outside the cab.
>Looks like you’ve arrived at Celestia’s apartment.
>The both of you pull yourselves out of the cab and back into the night.
>If you thought the atmosphere in the bar was hot, then you were sorely mistaken. This was like stepping out into the frozen depths of space.
>The cool, fresh air soars into your lungs as you gasp for breath, and you almost want to lay down on the cool sidewalk to get some of the heat off you.
>Celestia leans in as the driver opens the passenger wide, and hands him another bunch of bills.
>Some of your senses have returned, the drunkenness has subsided, and that burning in the pits of your soul has cooled down to a little smoldering ember.
>The massive stiffy in the pants has also started to recede a bit too.
>Fuck, these were new underwear too. Oh well, another fap pair.
>You blink several times, taking a second to wipe the sweat off of your forehead, and then wipe the mixture of your’s and Celestia’s saliva off your chin.


>Christ, it was like you just got out of the shower again.
>Celestia grabs you by the shoulder and points towards her apartment.
>”Come on, Anon.”
>You’ve managed to shape up enough to pull away from her grip, taking a few steps back towards the taxi.
“Listen, it’s been great and all, Celestia, but I really need to get back home.”
>Celestia’s smile nosedives, her entire expression shifting into something else as she regards you coolly.
>”Really, and just as we were having such a good time?”
>You rub the back of your head awkwardly. Better to get out of this now. Less explaining to Sunset tomorrow.
“Yeah, it’s late… and there’s stuff I have to deal with tomorrow….”
>Your non-response does little to change her attitude. She crosses her arms, and scoffs slightly.
>”Well, if that’s the case, Anon, then good night.”
>Oh… that seemed pretty easy. You expected her to put up more of a fight, considering how it was impossible to get away from her earlier.
>You turn back towards the cab, rushing to knock on the window before the driver speeds away.
“W-wait! Hold on a second!”
>He rolls down the window again, giving you a very unimpressed glance.
“Yeah, I need to get home. You mind giving me a ride.”
>He rolled his eyes, unimpressed.
>”Don’t usually do drop offs like this, son. Gonna have to start the meter off and it’ll cost ya more.”
>That was fine, you just really needed to get home.
>You reach into your back pocket to get your wallet.
>…
>Hold on a second.
>You reach into your OTHER back pocket to get your wallet.
>…
>Also empty.
“Uh…”
>He sighed, unimpressed.
>”If you think I’m giving free rides to drunk teens, you’re wrong.”
>He slams his foot down on the gas pedal, speeding away as you pull back from the edge of the curb.
>Whelp, there went your ride home.
>But you’ve got bigger problems.
>You’ve lost your wallet! Oh no.
“Oh god!”
>You spend the next few seconds in a panic, running your hands over every pocket that you have in a frantic search of your wallet.
>Nothing. You check a second time. No dice. You’re sweating again.
>Did you drop it at the club? Did it fall out of your pocket sometime during the rodeo?
>Maybe in the back of the cab during the makeout session?
>You had MONEY in there, and a wallet! And a condom that totally wasn’t expired!
>Celestia laughs behind you, and you wheel around to glare at her.

>”What a shame, Anon. You didn’t have enough money for a ride home?” She asks, putting a hand on her collarbone in mock surprise.
>You continue to glare at her for a moment, before rubbing the corners of your eyes and sighing heavily.
>You know this game well enough.
“What do you want?”
>Celestia frowned again, shaking her head slightly. She moved her hand down from her collarbone, into the depths of the cleavage of her shirt.
>You watch her tits jiggle a little bit as she rummages around.
>”It’s not about what I want,” she states, pulling a small black rectangle-shaped object from the sweaty embrace of her chest. 
>Wait, a second… No way!
>”But if you want this back, I’d say the first thing you should do is adopt a better attitude.”
>What a bitch. That’s your wallet. Glinting in the dark night from being covered in boob sweat.
>You almost want it back even more now.
>Celestia must have seen the shock on your face. She wiggles the wallet in the air a few times, taunting you, before grinning, and dropping the object back within the moist confines of her shirt.
>Maybe you should just leave?
>Although that would be leaving your ID, cards, and spare bills with this girl, and you had no idea how vengeful she would be with that info.
>That, and standing in line at the DMV to get a replacement drivers license was the worst punishment any human could endure.
>Better to just get your wallet back as fast as possible and then dip out when Celestia’s not looking.
>Although, you’d probably have to some very adult things to get her to take her shirt off first.
>Fuck, either way, it would be an effort on your part.
>Might as well indulge in some milf titties and make it worth your while.
>You sigh again, and give a slight nod.
”I’m sorry for trying to ditch you, Celestia. It was very rude and unappreciative of me. Please forgive me.” You say slowly, through gritted teeth.
>Celestia claps her hands together.
>”Oh, how sweet. Of course I forgive you, Anon!”
>Her voice is sickeningly sweet. And smug. She waves an arm towards the porch of her house.
>”Please, come in, I’d hate for you to catch your death outside in the cold tonight.”
>You ignore the fact that it was a comfortably warm night, and make your way up to the doorstep.
>Celestia wraps an arm around your neck as you get near her, pulling you a little too close for comfort.
>She’s also squeezing much harder than before. Probably trying to keep you from running away.
>You realize she’s looking at you again. Almost expectantly.
>Oh right.
“Why thank you, Celestia!” You force out, trying to hide any traces of sarcasm in your voice.
>She giggles, pulling you a bit closer, almost forcing your face into her sideboob.
>”Oh, we’re going to have the greatest of times, don’t you worry!” She’s chimes in happily.
“Ha….ha… t-totally…”
>Not awkward at all, Anon. Great job!
>Celestia ‘guides’ you up the steps and into the front door of her house.
>As you pass through the threshold into the entrance hall, that feeling of dread sinks in and your stomach drops a little.

>Oh boy, you hope this wasn’t the wrong decision.
>Celestia hums cheerfully, letting go of you to quickly flick on a few lights, and hang her jacket up in a nearby closest.
>She turns towards you and holds out her arm, motioning towards it.
“Oh, right. Thank you.”
>You shed off your coat as well, and she takes it to put in the closet as well.
>You take a moment to glance down the hall as she tidies a few things away and takes off her heels.
>The hallway seemingly stretches down the whole length of the house, with some doorways branched out here and there on each side.
>You count six doors, some of them open, but most of them closed tight.
>The room closest to you on the right has no doorway, but just a frame. You lean a bit around Celestia, catching the faint spilling of light through the open frame.
>You’re sure you can hears sounds coming from within as well. Must be a TV or something she left on.
>Celestia closes the closest door, the hinges creaking enough to get your attention, and you focus back on her.
>”Alright, just a little floormap.” She points her hand down the hall, aiming her fingers at the door as she begins to speak.
>”Furthest room back on the right is my bedroom. Bathroom is second door on the right, living room is the closest on the right side.”
>She rotates, pointing towards the left side of the house.
>”And on this side, from nearest to farthest, you have the kitchen, storages room and my sister’s room.”
>You raise an eyebrow at that.
“Sister’s room?”
>Well, at least the two of you weren’t alone in the house. You might be able to call for help that way if things get a little bit out of hand.
>Although, she might be a carbon copy of Celestia.
>Or maybe worse.
>Oof, that could be one of those risky decisions you’ve been making all night. To great success, mind you. But those odds were bound to run dry eventually.
>Celestia nods at your question.
>”Yeah, my sister Luna. She’s probably in the living room playing those stupid videogames of hers, or whatever is cool with the kids nowadays.”
>Video games are cool! You want to protest, but you feel it’s not realty the best situation to do so.
>”Anyways, I need to… freshen up a bit in the bathroom. Get yourself a drink in the kitchen or something in the meantime.”
>She pushes against your back, almost forcing you into the kitchen. 
>Celestia quickly flips on the light switch, points towards the refrigerator and then leaves with a quick ‘I’ll be right back’.
>Well, now you’re alone.
>Could just sneak out the window and scramble home.
>Nah, you needed that wallet.
>You shrug to yourself, and head over to the fridge, pulling the door open to glance inside at its inner contents.
>You glance back and forth across the mostly empty fridge.
>Beer…. Beer… half-eaten sandwich. Spoiled cartoon of milk. Some butter.
>Christ, how cold anyone possibly live with this in their fridge?
>Either you’d caught them both on a bad day near the end of a paycheck cycle, or maybe this was just how girls lived.
>You pull out two of the beers, before rummaging through the nearby cupboards for something to eat.
>…And find a half-eaten box of stale poptarts.
>Jesus.
>Well, if they put it back, they won’t mind you finishing the other half.
>At worst you owed Celestia half a poptart.
>”Hey, are you eating my poptarts?”
>You instinctively jump, dropping the pastry on the floor where it splatters into two uneven pieces.
“Gah!”
>You wheel around at the sudden voice, eyeing the strange, blue-haired girl before you.
“Where did you come from?!” You spit out,
>You didn’t even hear her enter the room. Damn, she must be one of those sneaky types.
>She rubs at her eyes tiredly, half-yawing as she regards you.
>You do the same.
>She sorta looks like Celestia, having the same similarly looking defined, attractive facial features. High-cheekbones, small-button nose, luscious lips.
>Although she’s a little shorter, the top of head maybe reaching up to your noise.
>And where Celestia’s eyes are sharp and focused, this girl looks like she’s barely awake. Darks circles under her eyes, which barely hang open, and are tired and puffy looking.
>She’s wearing a pair of extremely baggy purple pajama pants patterned with yellow stars and moons that barely hang onto her slim waist.
>You can even see the edge of her black panties peeking out above the waistline of her pants. Nice.
>She has a bright teal shirt that sits on the edge of her shoulders playfully threatening to fall at any second. There’s a bright, equally yellow smiling moon on the centre of her top, the upper half of the image distorted by the girls’ massive breasts underneath.
>Her dark blue hair falls in messy tangles around her face and shoulders. It looks like it has never seen the end of a comb.
>Oh, this must be Luna.
>”Oh no, my poptarts.” She exclaims, almost ignoring you entirely to focus on the dropped pastry.
>She drops to her hands and knees, scavenging across the floor to pick up the broken halves of the poptart, before examining them and frowning.
>She looks up at you, glaring.
“Uh… Whoops. My bad?” It’s more of a question than an apology.
>She stands back up, eyeing you warily  as she nibbles on the corner of one of the half’s of poptart.
“Uh… hi… I’m … Anon.”
>She chews loudly for a few seconds, still staring at you.
>”Did you break in?”
“W-what?” You stammer.
>She shrugged, the edge of her shirt moving even closer to falling off her shoulder.
>”Well,  you don’t live here, and I didn’t invite anyone over, so…” She states, crossing her arms.

>Did she not hear you and Celestia come in? 
“Celestia invited me over?” You try to explain.
>She says nothing, but gives a slow nod after a few seconds, still chewing the piece of poptart.
>”Oh, she’s back already? Didn’t hear the two of you come in.”
>She hums lowly, but the aggressive look in her eyes dims a bit.
>Luna swings her hips, switching to stand on her other side as she looks at you.
>”I’m Luna,” she says.
“Nice to meet you.”
>You think, anyways.
>”Well, now that you’ve ruined my late-night snack, you owe me.”
“Owe you? For a fifty-cent pastry?”
>Christ, how many girls were you going to ‘owe’ at the end of this night?
>Luna puts the other poptart half in her mouth, biting onto the edge of it. She motions for you to follow her with her hand, and then quickly turns to stride out of the kitchen.
>Well, Celestia’s not back yet. And you’ve got nothing else to do.
>Might as well follow her. You grab both the beer you took out earlier.
>And walk after her, following Luna into the living room.
>Guess she was in here earlier, explains the lights you saw.
>Luna doesn’t even bother to click on the lights as she saunters in.
>With how dark it is, you can only really make out the couch and TV on one side of the room. 
>There’s a few bookcases sitting in the dark, some other chairs, a few lamps, and the outlines of other living room furniture objects.
>Although you can see other things on the TV stand.
>Countless cans of beer glow in the dim light of the TV.
>Most of them empty, you guess. Guess both sisters like their booze. Although why Luna didn’t go out with Celestia then?
>Maybe she’s one of those NEETs you’ve heard about on the internet. That might explain it.
>Luna swing around the edge of the tv stand, sitting down in the middle of the couch.
>You follow, sitting down as well, and looking at the television.
>You didn’t notice before, but now that you’re looking at the screen, you can see that it isn’t TV that Luna is watching.
>It’s some type of game. Must be a console hidden in the stand or something.
>Luna leans forward to grab a pair of controllers that was hidden in the dark of the TV, before turning and handing one of them towards you.
>She also grabs on of the beers out of your hands.
>”Thanks.”
“That wasn’t—nevermind.”
>You sigh and grab the controller, as Luna sits back on the couch and focuses on the screen.
>Luna unpauses the game, shifting through several menu screens and toggling some of the options.
>The volume from the TV increases, and you notice the nose that you heard earlier was just the menu music of the game.
>She doesn’t say anything, so you take the initiative to start the conversation.
“So… ugh… what type of game is this?”
>Luna pops the cap open on the beer she took from you, swigging back a decent portion before slamming the bottle down on the table and sighing.
>”Street Brawlers Five. Now get ready for me to kick your ass. That should be enough payback for ruining my poptart.”
>Ugh fighting games. The absolute worst genre of videogames. Where skill was developed by autists playing for thousands of hours and then ruining any fun anyone could actually have with the game by shitstomping new players.
>N-not like you w-were salty or anything!
>Definitely didn’t get your ass kicked when you tried to play!
“Hey now, don’t boast before we play. That’s how you lose games.”
>She turned to deadpan at you.
>”Nah, I’m going to kick your ass.”
>There’s an intense sparkle in her eyes that you didn’t see before.
>You weren’t the biggest fan of fighting games, but you still managed to beat all your friends at Lethal Kombat when played that one time before.
>T-this couldn’t be much harder than that, could it?
>Luna navigates to the character select screen.
“Alright, I haven’t played this game before. Give me a minute to go through some of the basic combos and stuff.”
>She scoffs, rolling her eyes.
>”You could play for a million years and I’d still win.”
>You frown, oh you were going to bring this bitch down. …Hopefully.
>Oh, it’s one of those anime fighter games.
>You scroll through some of the characters, looking at theirs stats and a brief overview of their style of fighting.
>You had the traditional grappling character, the countering-type. The ranged fighter, the combo-one.
>Pretty standard run-of-the-mill roster.
>Luna chooses some character on the far left. Some very-cutesy anime girl with way too little clothing and some very revealing meaty bits.
>You’re not really sure what to choose. It’s all overwhelming and you would need to practice each of these characters for hours in the training mode to get a feel for what best suited you.
>Once again, why you hated fighting games.
>Luna whines.
>”Come on, hurry up. We’ll be waiting until tomorrow at this rate!”
“Shut up, shut up, I’m thinking!”
>You settle for the dude in the middle of the screen. Some high-school anime kid with a big ass sword.
>Looks like the main character with how he was standing in the main screen.
>”Wow, how’d I know you’d pick that scrub-magnet?” Luna sighs.
>You frown. Please god, let you beat this chick senseless.
>You key in your choice, and let the game load. After a while, the screen flashes white, and a very tropical island appears in the background.
>Both yours and Luna character do their flashy intros, twirling in onto the stage and spouting some pre-battle one-liners.
>You crack your knuckles, gripping your controller tight as you prepare for battle.

>You can see Luna smirk out of the corner of your eyes. That makes you want to win even more. In a few seconds it was going to be game on!
>And in a few more seconds after that, as quickly as it started… it’s over.
>You blink several times, the blinding light from the tv screen skewing your vision in the dark.
“W-what, just happened?”
>Your mouth is hanging open with you even realizing it.
>And you fucking goddamn well know that if you turned your head over to look at Luna, she would be wearing the biggest shit-eating grin of all time.
>Instead, you take a deep breath and stay focused on the massive red letters on the screen that state ‘YOU LOSE’ in big, bold red letters, bouncing in tune to the beat of the background music.
>Luna shifts on the couch beside, slugging back the rest of the beer she had.
>”You got your ass beat. And you didn’t even land a hit.”
>You glance up at her character’s health bar, and she is absolutely rip. The green rectangle indicating her health hasn’t budged an inch.
>You definitely did get your ass beat.
>Well, there goes that little sense of pride that was just beginning to bud earlier.
“Again.” You state emotionlessly, eyes locked on the screen.
>Luna scoffs, before chuckling.
>”Hey man, if you like getting whooped, I’d be glad to oblige that request.”
>She pulls up the menu, and clicks on ‘rematch’.
>The screen darkens momentarily as the game loads, hiding the new determination on your face.
>Come on, you got this.
>The game loads back in. A different stage, looks like the top of a roof of a school. Different music. Your characters both walk on stage. More kinda cringe-y one-liners.
>This time it would be different.
>The countdown flashes across the screen… 3…2…1… FIGHT!
>As it turns out, this time would not be different.
>Luna’s character glides effortlessly across the screen towards yours.
>You try to block, but it’s useless. 
>She’s chaining crossovers at an alarming rate, and eventually your block fails.
>And that’s all it takes for the match to be decided.
>She launchers your character into the air, following up with a devastating juggle combo that you have no idea to how to defend against.
>Eventually the damage maxes out at half your characters’ life bar, and he falls to the ground. You hold back, trying to roll away from Luna.
>But she has you back into a corner, so as soon as the ground invincibility ends, she repeats her juggle combo and depletes the rest of your health bar easily.
>Your character collapses to the floor in a heap of body parts, and those familiar ‘YOU LOSE’ letters flash across your side of the screen.
>”Wow, embarrassing.”
“AGAIN!”
>This is how it continues for the next few minutes. Luna beating your ass down like a blind, deaf man with no limbs, and you getting increasingly angry at each loss.
>You switch characters, switch stages, switch control schemes, trying anything you can to shake up your gameplay and get a win.
>But none of it matters.
>’YOU LOSE’ appears enough times to sear itself into your brain, and by the end of your dozenth loss, you’re sweaty and angry.
>Heartbeat pounding in your eyes and ears hard enough to make your head spin.
>Luna yawns, which covers the massive grin that’s been sitting on her face for the past twenty minutes.
>”Oh god, you’re really bad.”
>ENOUGH.
>If you couldn’t win a fair fight, you were going to win with whatever it takes, even it you had to drag her down into the most grimy, disgusting fight even witnessed by society.
>You know what you have to do.
>You go back to the character select screen, scanning across for someone you haven’t played yet.
>”You’ve played like eighty percent of the characters here, man. It doesn’t make a difference, you’re just bad. Accept it.”
“Just shut up and pick your kawaii anime girl, you weeb.”
“Y-You---!” She stutters, her sentence trailing off, but you can sense her glaring daggers at you in the dark.
>Soon enough, you find your salvation.
>Another high-school anime guy sitting in the bottom-right corner of the character select screen. As your cursor hovers over him, he does a backflip, shooting several magical projectiles out of his hands.
>You check his combos.
>And you find the magical words. Low magical blast. Medium magical blast. High magical blast.
>It takes you a second to memorize the combo input commands, before you confirm your selection.
>In the darkness of the loading screen, Luna doesn’t seen the gleaming evil in your eyes, and the dastardly smirk on your lips.
>Please, god, let It work.
>It wasn’t the most honorable way to fight, in fact you thought it deserved a horribly early, painful death to abuse the mechanics this way.
>But you wanted that win.
>NO.
>You NEEDED that win. Too see her face twist in confusion as you beat her down into the dirt. To see that pride deflate out of her like air out a balloon.
>That feeling was better than any possible sex.
>The screen flashes white, this time the fighting venue being some downtown Japanese city. Civilians are lined up on the sidewalk as both your characters vault onto the screen.
>3… 2… 1… FIGHT!
>The letters disappear from the screen and the battle starts.
>This time, you wait for Luna to make the first move.
>She’s leaned forward on the couch, staring unblinkingly at the screen.
>You can see her tongue stuck out as she concentrates on the action, grinding her hips into the couch for extra support.
>The tiny strap for her shirt has slid down over the edge of her shoulder, exposing her clavicle and allowing you to see almost basically down her shirt.
>It wasn’t going to fall any further than that, you realize, as the rest of the fabric was caught on her large breasts, which stuck out from her chest like torpedoes.

>No slipping down over those massive mounds, although this sight was just as tantalizing.
>You can also see the glistening of her skin illuminated by the dim light of the game. Almost a sleek, shiny coat over her skin.
>Jesus, she was as bad as you, sweating at videogames. You thought that was a guy thing only.
>You focus returns to the screen as Luna makes her first move, her character leaping far into the air.
>She has walked into your trap.
>All it takes is for you to enter that simple command you memorized earlier, and your character spins, thrusting his hands forward to shoot a projectile into the air.
>You hear Luna’s sharp intake of breath whistle in the room, as the bolt of energy soars across the screen and slams into her anime girl.
>You have to give the developers credit. The way her tits jiggle when she gets hit is rather enticing.
>And her character’s exclamation of pain sounds way too familiar to a lot of porn you’ve heard.
>All that only serves to make the first hit more satisfying.
>Luna tenses up on the couch beside you, and for the first time tonight, you watch the edges of her grin falter.
>Her character rolls to her feet, and Luna juts her controller towards the TV, entering some unknown combo.
>Her character crouches low, doing a quick spin before diving into a kick as she speeds across the screen.
>But you were prepared for that.
>You enter the low-variant for your ranged projectile attack, and your guy throughs another magical bolt across the screen.
>Right into Luna’s charging character.
>Once again you are greeted with the sexy sight of her character flying back through the air as your attack connects, and another high-pitched sexual Japanese schoolgirl moan.
>Oh yeah, that was the stuff.
>You can hear Luna begin to grind her teeth.
>”Oh, you fucker.”
>Haha, she was out of her zone. Now it was your turn.
>Remember kids, if you can’t beat your opponent with skill in a fighting game, pick the fucking gay ass zoner character and spam projectile attacks.
>Works every time.
>Luna tries a few more tactics, teleports, spamming charges, trying to counter with her own range game, but it’s no use.
>You key the same combo in dozens of times, alternating between high, low and medium.
>And each time, Luna’s character runs helplessly into your attacks, being thrown back across the screen and resetting her advance.
>Which only allows you to spam more magic.
>You watch her health bar whittle down little by little, until by the end of the game, she’s cowering in the corner, holding back to block.
>But it doesn’t matter, as your attacks do chip damage.
>And then, after one final blast, you watch the game slowdown, as her character screams and flies back though the air, slamming into the ground and remaining there.
>Those familiar words pop up on the screen, but this time they are on Luna’s side of the screen.
>’YOU LOSE’.
>And now… you get to be the smug asshole.
”Oh well, what a ‘close’ match, Luna.”
>You stretch the world ‘close’ out into three separate syllables like the proper gentleman you are.
>Luna doesn’t even say anything, she scrolls down to the rematch button and slams her finger down on the controller to accept.
>She didn’t realize it was already over.
>You win again… and again…. And again.
>Each time Luna scoots closer to the television, and each time her face sours more and more, until eventually she’s sat right down in front of the TV, and you can sense the rage pouring off of her.
>Fuck, what quick change of pace that was.
>Her character goes flying through the air each round, her lewd screaming echoing in the apartment.
>You couldn’t get any harder if you tried.
>Luna’s entire body is shaking in the light of the game screen, and you imagine she’s trying to retain composure and not kill you right then and there.
>You whittle her character down to an inch of her lifebar again, but then you stop.
“Alright, I’ll stop spamming, if you can win in the next few combos, the game is yours.”
>Almost immediately Luna’s avatar sprints across the screen.
>You’re not sure if she doesn’t notice your guy’s full extra power meter, or she just doesn’t care.
>Either way, she charges straight into your dude and leaps, performing a savage spinning kick.
>All you have to do is gold both triggers and input another short combo to unleash your ultimate attack.
>Luna catches this at the last moment.
>”NO!” she screams almost theatrically.
>But it’s too late.
>The entire stage fades out into a cosmic blue as your player erupts in a cascading array of bright blue light.
>The stage is flooded with a whirlwind of magic.
>It wouldn’t have mattered if Luna blocked, the chip damage would have been enough.
>Instead, her arms flop to her sides limply as she stares at the screen, waiting for defeat.
>The attack hits her character dead on, and the entire screen glows a brilliant white, before loading back to the stage.
>Luna’s character is on the ground, and ‘YOU WIN’ sits triumphantly on your side of the screen.
“Close match, champ, maybe you’ll get me next time.”
>”YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”
>Luna spins around, almost toppling over from the momentum and flings the controller towards you.
“Woah, hey, what the fuck?!”
>You duck out of the way, the controller flying over your head as you watch it soar off into the darkness behind the couch where it thuds loudly against some piece of furniture and then thuds even louder as it hits the floor.
>You turn back, only to see Luna storming over towards you on the couch.
>”You cheap fucking faggot!”
>Woah, the language out of this girl.
>Maybe you should apologize, try to not look like such as asshole.

“Shouldn’t that be ‘baka senpai’?”
>Oh fuck, that one slipped out before you could regulate the asshole-part of your brain.
>Luna curls her hands into fists.
>”I’m going to kill you!”
>Uh oh. 
>You try to leap off the couch but that doesn’t serve much of a use.
>Luna jumps from where she stands, and knocks you solidly back into the couch, her fist smacking into your side.
“Ow-! Hey!”
>”Pick the cheapest piece of shit character in the game and abuse his stupid overpowered attack that should have been nerfed into the ground at launch, and then try to pretend you’re better than me?!”
>She’s pretty much screaming at you, punching you in whatever exposed piece of flesh she can find.
>You get hit in the side, the thigh, your neck, and even painfully on the elbow.
“Ow! Stop! Stop! Ah, my fucking elbow!”
>Luna ignores your cries, her punches turning into weak slaps as she exhausts herself.
>Fuck she’s sticky.
>You can feel her sweat sinking into your own, already sweaty but some-what dry clothes.
>”Asshole! F-fucker!”
>Sounds like she almost running out of insults.
>She has you backed into the corner of the couch, as you try to hold up your hands and deflect her attacks.
>This was so much easier in game compared to real life. As it stands, most of her attacks either hit you in an undefended area, or smack into your wrists which still hurt anyways.
>She’s so much on top of you that your knee’s are basically poking her in the boobs, and she’s grinding on your legs.
>She’s still running off every swear and curse she’s ever heard in her life at you, each punctuated with a smack or punch.
>”…-window-licking dick enthusiast!” 
“Get off of me, ah!”
>You grab her wrist mid-air, and she winces at the contact, halting her assault.
>Use it to your advantage, Anon!
>You kick off the back of the couch, using the strength of your body to throw Luna back across the other side of the couch.
>”H-Hey, what are you –oof!”
>She smacks into the soft cushion with a loud pomf~.
>Unfortunately for you, you’re still grabbed onto her wrist, so as she goes flying over to the other side, so do you.
>You end up on top of her, knees on each side of her hips, one arm on the left side of her head, and the hand you had wrapped around her wrist is now solidly planted on her right tit.
>And you mean solidly, you were gripping that bad boy like a water balloon in the desert.
>”Hey! What do you think you’r—"
>Luna takes a second to notice. Her eyes traveling down the length of your arm, before focusing on her man-handled breast.
>Her sentence cuts off as she clams up.
>You watch her face darken even more in the light of the TV, her eyes darting all around in their sockets as she tries to look anywhere but at you.
>But that’s still not the worst thing.
>No, the worst thing is that apparently… she’s not wearing a bra.
>You didn’t notice it before in the low-light conditions, but now you’re almost one hundred percent certain.
>Her sweaty shirt clings tightly to her ample bust, and you sure as hell feel a nipple jutting out between your middle and index finger.
>Instinctively, and without so much as a thought, your brain decides to test your hypothesis.
>You squeeze her tit.
>The result is two-fold.
>One, that was definitely a nipple. A very erect, pointing nipple. Rubbing against the inside of your fingers.
>Two, that was definitely a moan. Yep.
>Luna looks at you with trembling eyes. In fact her entire body seems to be shaking.
>She slaps a hand over her mouth after realizing the sound she made.
>And then the only thing the both of you can do is stare silently at each other.
>You’re not sure what to do, or how to move away comfortable from this situation.
>And you’re sure Luna is thinking the same thing.
>The television fades to black, the ‘automatic shutdown’ feature ticking in the corner of the screen for a few seconds beforehand.
>And now, the two of you are completely in the dark. You can’t see the embarrassed expression that Luna is making.
>And she sure as hell can’t see yours.
>This lasts for all of around five seconds, before the lights in the room are flicked on.
>Blinding light floods your eyeballs, compared to the dark you were just in.
>Both you and Luna turn to look at the doorway.
>Only to see Celestia standing in the frame, her hands on the light switch as she glares at the both of you.
>She’s changed her clothes from earlier. No longer wearing the skirt and white shirt from earlier.
>Now she’s rocking a heavy pink bath robe that still manages to curve around her figure alluringly.
>There’s a tantalizing pair of black stockings on her legs still, which run down into a plain pair of white slippers.
>Her hair has also been combed a bit neater, flowing in colorful swirls down her back.
>She has one eyebrow raised in apprehension, and the tattletale signs of a frown pulling at the corner of her lips.
>”Well, hope I didn’t walk in on anything important,” she states.
>”W-we were just playing games!” Luna shouts out, half stuttering.
>Celestia stares at your hand that is currently groping the fuck out of Luna’s tit.
>”Clearly.” She looks very nonchalant. Like you were a disobedient student or something.
>You and Luna quickly struggle to re-orient yourselves, before sitting on opposite ends of the couch and looking at very interesting spots on the wall.
>Celestia sighs and shakes her head, strutting over to the couch to stand in front of you.
>You try to smile at her, but you can’t imagine it looks genuine at all, considering how hot your face feels and the tent you’re currently pitching in your pants.

“H-Hi.” You stammer out.
>Celestia doesn’t say anything.
>But she does reach down to grab your ear. Hard.
“Ow!”
>What was it with these two girls and grabbing sensitive parts?
>She drags you off the couch and pulls you to the doorway, stopping in the frame.
>”Oh, and Luna?” Celestia turns back towards her sister for a second.
>Luna is still pretending to be looking at some part of the wall, but she does glance over at Celestia when she hears her name.
>”Stick to your videogames, okay?” 
>Ouch, sibling rivalry. Cold as ice, too.
>Luna scrunches up her face and reaches towards the other controller on the couch, arching her arm back.
>Celestia quickly pulls you out of the room, and your escaped is followed by a loud bang against the doorframe where Celestia was standing a few seconds before.
>Are they always like this?
>You assumed most siblings got along half-decently.
>Maybe you were wrong?
>The alarm bells going off in your head draws your attention to a more pressing matter, however.
>The fact that Celestia is dragging you down the hallway towards her room.
>And she still has your ear in a very painful hold.
“God, stop pulling on it so hard!”
>”Someone has to show you teenagers some discipline.”
>You can’t pull away, not without losing your ear.
>And eventually, Celestia pulls you to the last door on the right.
>Her lair. Her bedroom.
>She uses her free hand to push open the door.
>The darkness inside is foreboding and uneasy.
>Celestia guides you inside. Although, it’s not so much a ‘guide’ as a forceful shove over the threshold.
>You barely have time to turn around before she pulls you close to her, the edge of her lips tickling against the side of your face.
>”Step into my office, Anon.” She whispers.
>Boner, please no.
>You’re trying to remain rational here.
>She’s definitely noticed it.
>”No weapons allowed on school grounds, Anon.” She giggles.
>Oh god, school puns? They’re a bit cringey.
>But damn if you haven’t always had a hot teacher fantasy. This was starting to push those buttons a little bit.
>Celestia lets go of you, striding over towards a bedside table in the corner of the room.
>She pulls a lamp cord, and the room is bathed in a very-dim red light. Just enough to make out shapes and objects.
>And then she’s back, wrapping her arms around your back and pulling you in for a kiss.
>Her entire face burns. You’re not sure if it’s the booze finally taking effect, or just her natural heat.
>You can taste the drunkenness off her mouth and feel the tingle in her lips. 
>Celestia’s tongue sloppily meshes against yours, all while the scent of her heavy perfume invades your nostrils.
>It’s intoxicating.
>Must have been what she put on in the bathroom.
>Your senses leave you, and you find yourself pushing Celestia back towards her bed.
>She stumbles back, moaning into your mouth.
>Celestia finds the edge of her bed, and breaks away from the kiss.
>You’re eager for more, but she holds up a finger.
>”Wait a second.”
>Her fingers deftly untie the knot on her bath robe, and the article of clothing falls away revealing…
>Oh wow.
>She’s traded her standard office attire for a set of very transparent black lace lingerie.
>Complete with a matching garter belt and a pair of tight stockings that struggle to contain all of her plump bits.
>Her heavy tits jiggle as they bust free from the robe, and her perky nipples are easily visible through the thin fabric.
>Your member twitches inadvertently, already pitched at full mast and rubbing against the confines of your jeans.
>A sly smile spreads across Celestia’s face as she runs her hands underneath her breasts, lifting up the huge mammaries and letting them drop back down onto her chest with a meaty smack.
>She leans backs and curls her legs up as well, allowing you to trace the dark stockings all the way up to her huge thighs, watching the plump line where the clothing ends and her skin begins.
>But you continue working your way up, over the garterbelt straps, to the small black thong that covers her most precious bits.
>You have to stop yourself from drooling.
>This was a real woman.
>Celestia beckons you forward with her finger.
>And that’s all the encouragement you need to leap on the bed with her, the urge to bury your dick into this woman searing in every synapse in your brain.
>The two of you meet in a passionate embrace, your hands finding her tits and groping them mercilessly as both of your lips meet again.
>The kisses are much more savage them before, loud wet ‘thwacks’ sounding in the room as your mouth assaults hers.
>Saliva is swapped, tongues wrestle, and every few seconds one of you has to pull away to gasp enough air to maintain consciousness.
>Your erection presses painfully against your pants, desperately seeking the freedom it desires.
>The slickness of precum has already stained into your boxers, if the massive throbbing of your member is any indication.
>Your hands play, slap, grab, and pinch at Celestia’s tits, the massive mounds bouncing and jiggling at the slightest sensation.
>Her nipples are hard enough to cut diamonds, sticking out through the tiny lace bra forcefully.
>Every time you clamp your fingers down on them, Celestia moans lustfully into your mouth, reigniting the ferocity in her oral rampage.
>There’s no room to move away, and you’re breathless enough to see stars in your spinning vision.
>Eventually, Celestia pulls back, trailing a long, thick strand of saliva that breaks and falls across her slick skin.
>You’re twitching in your pants, the slightest touch probably enough to make you spew your seed, especially considering the blueballing from the past few hours.
>Celestia rolls over, presenting her ass in all it’s thick and magnificent glory. 
>Tiny beads of sweat roll down each of her cheeks, and the tiny thong does little to cover her asshole.
>You’re undoing your pants and belt before you even notice, hauling out your painfully erect member from its tight cage.
>Your dick twitches in anticipation, heavy globs of precum rolling down the glans.
>Celestia is looking back over her shoulders on the bed, eyeing your manhood.
>She grins, giving her ass a little shake to entice you. Her butt jiggles and claps together alluringly.
>All you can think about is sticking it in, every other possible thought is vacant from your mind.
>You run your hands over her ass, molding the flesh with your hands, and punctuating the inspection with a hard smack that sends Celestia’s ass fat cascading across her behind in a thicc tsunami.
>She yelps at the contact, before breaking out into giggles and grinding her booty against your raging erection.
>Enough playtime.
>You peel away her soaked thong, revealing her moist entrances.
>Her sex glistens in the dim red light, already coated in a layer of her own juices.
>You take a deep breath, grab Celestia by the hips, and line your member up with her entrance.
>She moans lowly, tangling her hands into the bedsheets for support.
>You rise your head, tearing your gaze away from her bountiful ass, towards her face.
>She’s looking back at you, biting her lip in anticipation, a heavy blush burning on her cheeks.
>And then you see it.
>There, on the corner of her bedside table.
>What you initially came in here to get.
>The familiar black leather of your wallet. Sitting there, almost within reach.
>There’s a fleeting thought in your head of simply pulling up your pants, walking over there, grabbing your wallet and walking out.
>Probably the simplest and easiest way to conclude this situation.
>But the yearning in your loins is too powerful to ignore now. You’re a victim of your own lust.
>And any chance of getting out of this situation without getting your dick wet disappears as you feel a pair of hands clasp around your own waste.
>You jolt, smacking the head of your penis into Celestia’s vulva which elicits a gasp from her and a chuckle from somewhere behind you.
>No way.
>There’s no way she managed to she into here. No way.
>You turn your head just enough to spy behind you.
>And sure enough, there she is.
>The messy tangle of blue bedhead.
>”Yes way.” Luna states, almost as if she could read your mind through the expression on your face.
>Your mouth forms the beginning of a question.

>A question that you don’t get to ask.
>Luna grips tightly on your hips, and pushes forward with all her strength.
>Your glans smashes into edge of Celestia’s glit, before the moisture of her sex relents and guides your member down into her depths.
>Not before both you and Celestia squeal in response, however.
>Your knees tremble, and your hands grip Celestia’s thick, meaty thighs in an attempt to support your unbalanced frame.
>The feeling is overwhelming.
>Your dick plunges deep into Celestia, her walls grating and grinding on the sensitive head of your penis.
“O-oh, GOD!” You moan out, trying to stop the shaking in your lower body.
>Already your loins burn, eagerly awaiting the sweet release of a climax that you’ve been denied.
>You feel your balls churn, the pressure building to uncomfortable levels in your shaft as the muscles spasm.
>All of this occurring while incomprehensible levels of pleasure surge through your entire being.
>Luna presses up against your back, and judging from the two pointy objects poking up in your upper back, you assume she too must be naked.
>She giggles in your right ear.
>”You can’t cheat your way out of this one.”
>Her hands lock around your waist, as she pistons you in and out of Celestia’s lit.
>Whether or not Celestia seems to care about her sister being in the room while you fuck her, you don’t know.
>She lost in the throes of pleasure, her body tangling and curling itself into the bedsheets as you drill at her deepest and most sensitive depths.
>Her moans and yelps lost beneath the loud, wet smacking sound your cock makes every time it slams home deep within her love canals.
>Your toes are already curling in response to the overload of sensations. That fluttery feeling in your gut and spine spreading rapidly as your impending orgasm builds and builds.
>You’re thrusting mostly on your own volition now, Luna’s hand only slightly guiding you forward as she presses her breasts into your back and nibbles softly on your ear.
>”Are you going to cum inside my sister?” She asks, curling the words sensually.
>It triggers an almost instinctively response in your loins, and you dig your fingers into Celestia’s ass hard enough to leave visible red marks.
>Celestia has buried her face directly down into one of the pillows on the bed, muffling her cries and moans, the only noise you can hear being her particularly loud yelps when you hit too deep too fast.
>Her walls lock down on you hard, squeezing down on the head of your cock as she orgasms.
>You try to pull back, but it’s too tight, and her insides refuse to let you go, so you step in and drill your dick deeper.
>Your member sears like a iron, and all of Celestia’s flesh rubbing back and forth across your shaft burns hot.
>You’re sweating, drops of perspiration running down your forehead and clouding your eyes.
>The climax building deep in your balls rises to the breaking points, and you grunt as the dams break.
>Seed so hot you can feel each and every squirt races through your dick.
>You grunt loudly and step in, pushing as deep as you can into Celestia as you lean over her ass and cum.
>Luna coos in your ears, one of her hands going down to squeeze your balls as you explode inside her sister.
>Your vision flashes white with each heavy spurt of hot seed that you pump directly into Celestia’s womb.
>Celestia tenses up, squealing loudly into the bedspread as the volcanic-hot cum floods into every crevice of her sex.
>You’re not sure how many strings of thick, heavy baby batter you pour into her cunt, but it’s enough that it eventually starts to run down her legs and spatter on the floor and your toes. 
>Celestia sinks down into the bed as you pull out.
>Your stroke yourself a few times, shooting a few more drops of semen up her ass and back as she collapses onto her side, legs still quivering in the afterglow of her orgasm.
>Your dick still stands perfectly erect, throbbing in the air.
>Desperate for more.
>But there’s only one girl left standing to sate that urge.
>Luna barely notices as you turn on her.
>She’s gaping at her sister, the sinister gleam of revenge lighting up her eyes.
>”Maybe you should stick to your office work, sister.” She spits back at Celestia, her voice venomous with her victory.
>Not that it would last for long.
>She only looks up at you when you grab her by the wrist forcefully.
>”A-non?”
“Rematch.”
>”W-wha—"
>You sling her over to the bed, where she stumbles and falls down next to her sister.
>Celestia doesn’t even react past the continued trembling of her nethers and legs as cum spills out of her vagina and down her thighs.
>Luna manages to roll over onto her back, sliding back up the bed as she crawls back.
>You don’t know what expression you’re wearing on your face, but judging by the fearful look in Luna’s eyes, it’s probably a good one.
>”A-Anon, w-wait a sec!” She stutters out as you crawl onto the bed after her.
>But you’re not thinking rationally.
>You’re led on by the insatiable throbbing of your dick. And this girl is the prey to sate your lustful urges.
>Luna holds her hands out, trying to stop you from getting closer. 
>Bad idea.
>You grab her hands, yanking the girl towards you.
>She squeals loudly, which you easily silence by placing your lips against hers.
>Her face goes darkens with a heavy blush, and her eyes shrink to tiny pinpricks.
>You wrap your arms around her trembling body and pull her in deeper, mashing your mouth against hers.
>Her cries of protest turn into moans of encourage, and her shaky arms clings onto your shoulders desperately.
>You pull her into your lap, which she is more than happy to oblige, your throbbing boner poking into her thighs.
>Her eyes shoot open, glancing down at your raging erection, and the shivers return to her body.
“First time?”
>Her eyes go even wider.
>”I…I-I….I…-I”
>That’s barely a sentence.
>You lift her up, position her above your dick.
>And then lower her down onto you.
>Her nails dig into your chest, marking you with deep red scratches.
>Your manhood pushes against her entrance in a battle of wills, but her slick juices coat her sex enough for your cock to slowly push into her.
>Luna gasps loudly.
>”O-oh, fuck!”
>She leans into you, and bites down on your shoulder to muffle her moans.
>She’s so unbelievably tight. You have to fight for every inch as your push your member deeper inside.
>Even with as wet as she is from watching you creampie her sister, her walls clamp down on you like a foreign intruder, desperate to push your dick out.
>But that only increases the throbbing in your loins, your glans spurting more wads of viscous precum to open the path.
>Eventually, her hips meet yours, and you bottom out in her.
>There’s a flood of liquid from sex, flooding your cock and trickling out down both your legs.
>You realize she came from you just putting it in.
>Luna whines into your neck, her nails still dug into your chest.
>Her sharp gasps and coos blowing warm air against your throat.
>She shaking so hard that you struggle not to cum from the vibrations alone. 
“I’m going to start moving now.”
>She doesn’t respond, but nods her head slightly.
>You start out with a small thrust, prodding your shaft gently into her insides.
>And the results are almost immediate.
>Luna bites even harder into your neck as her entire body violently seizes up again.
>Her cunt locks down on your entire member like a vice, squeezing and churning as Luna orgasms again.
>It’s so tight it almost hurts, dull aching throbs punctuating in your dick with each heartbeat, as the head of your penis tries not to be crushed by the intense pressure.
>Another flood of juice as Luna squirts all over the bed again.
>So you thrust again.
>And this time you go a little deeper, and Luna’s response is a little less extreme.
>Each time you gently push into and pull back out of her, Luna’s entire form seizes up in the throes of pleasure, but each time you go a little faster and a little harder.
>A rhythm begins to develop, with her thighs slapping against yours, both covered in a slimy amount of her juices and your dripping pre-cum.
>She’s moved her arms up from digging into your chest, and now both of them are wrapped around your neck, pulling your body closer to hers.
>Her nipples brush against your pecs with each thrust, hard enough to almost scrape into your skin with each pass.
>She’s still biting into your neck, gasping and hissing and moaning each time you piston your dick into her.

>But the pace builds, and so too does the pleasure.
>That familiar sensation rises in your loins again, as you begin to feel your muscles contract and push.
>Luna must sense it too, slamming her meaty thighs down on your hips, pushing you into her harder and harder than before.
>Now it’s your breathing that is ragged, as your impending orgasm draws closer.
>The heat is unbearable, both of your sweaty bodies locked in a deadly embrace.
“Oh god…”
>Luna raises her mouth from your neck to your ears.
>”Cum for me.”
>And that’s really all the encouragement you need.
>You feel your balls empty once more as Luna bottoms out on your shaft a final time.
>Thick seed floods through your dick and into Luna.
>She clenches her insides, trapping your dick deep within her cunt as you cum.
>Your member struggles to shoot each load with how tight Luna is, crying out with a pleasurable mix of pain as you grunt and groan.
>Your orgasm ends, and the two of you hold each other for a few minutes, breathing heavily.
>You pull out after a while, rolling off Luna and down onto the middle of the bed.
>She falls onto her side, staring dreamily at you as huge waves of your cum leak from between your legs.
>Her hair is a tangle-y, bushy mess, but she still looks unbelievable cute.
>You only realize now that you’re holding her hand.
>Motion from the other side of the bed distracts you.
>And you turn to see an equally bed-headed Celestia looking at Luna with a look of contempt.
>Luna sees this as well, her dreamy expression shifting to a more sour one.
>”You harpy!” Celestia yells, almost lunging across the bed at Luna.
>You sit up, holding out your arms to try and keep Celestia back, getting a handful of titty for your attempt.
>But that doesn’t deter Celestia in the slightest.
>”I can even bring a man home without you trying to steal him away!” Celestia accuses, jabbing a finger at Luna.
>Luna also springs up.
>”Well, it’s not my fault you can’t satisfy him! Anon was still hard and you were down for the count. I stepped in like a real woman does!” Luna spits back.
>”Two-timing trollop!”
>”Easy floozy!”
>Both of them try to slap at each other, but you manage to keep them again. One hand on Celestia’s tits and one hand of Luna’s tits.
>It’s kinda nice… except for them trying to kill each other.
>That’s kina hot.
>All of their movement has only resulted in them grinding ineffectually against you.
>Which has re-energized Anon Junior who is currently standing at full attention again.
>Luna and Celestia are both distracted, their petty catfight attempt stopping as their eyes trail down over your engorged member.
>”You know… there might be a better way to solve this, Luna.” Celestia states, staring down at your dick.
>Luna glances at her sister, but doesn’t respond, instead frowning at Celestia.
>Celestia hefts her massive tits up, boobs jiggling against her clammy skin as she juts her chest forward.
>”Unless, of course, you think you’re… disadvantaged?” She trails off, winking at Luna.
>Luna looks down at her own breasts, gritting her teeth before shooting her gaze back over to Celestia.
>”Bring it on, you old wench!” She spits.
>This time, you are unable to keep them from each other.
>Celestia and Luna meet in the middle, grinding them foreheads together as their tits smack against each other.
>Uh oh… you’re not sure if you like where this is going.
“N-now… girls, there’s prob—"
>”SHUT UP” They both turn and shout at you.
>You sink back into the bed with the dangerous gleam in both their eyes.
>Celestia reaches out before you can back away, grabbing your dick with her hand, her slender fingers curling around your sensitive glans.
>You freeze up and groan loudly.
“Gentler, Jesus!”
>You weren’t sure you could get erect again right away.
>Two massive cumshots right in a row had taken the energy right out of you.
>And probably some of your soul.
>”Oh stop being a baby, Anon.” Celestia chides.
>She gives your member a few strokes, slathering her hands with left over cum.
>Surely enough, you feel the blood flow back down.
>Although most of the throbbing in your loins right now seems to be from soreness and not the excruciating need to blow your load.
>And then she brings down her massive jugs, tucking away your cock inside their pillow depths.
>You make a noise somewhere between a squeal and a moan.
“F-fuck.”
>Celestia slaps your thigh with her precum covered hands.
>”Language!”
>She wiggles her breasts around, enveloping your shaft deeper within. 
>The slick, soft flesh spills all over your dick, the warmth of her tits seemingly dulling the aching throb in your pelvis.
>You sigh. 
>”Is that better?” Celestia asks.
“Yeah, def—"
>She slams her hands on the sides of her tits, squeezing them together.
>All the heat and pressure instantly transfers into your dick, trapped within her massive mounds.
>And then she slams down funbags up and down on your hips.
>Her cleavage crushes against sensitive shaft, rubbing up against the head of your dick.
>Your hands grip into the bedsheets, your whole body seizing up at the wave of sensation flooding out through your waist.
>”Hey! Stop that!” Luna yelps from your other side.
>She thrusts her hand forward, deep into Celestia’s cleavage.
>Her fingers run along the head of your dick as well, before she grabs it and hauls it back out into the air.
>Sweet freedom.
>You’re not sure if you could survive a tittyfuck by Celestia this point, lest you cum and die.
>That freedom quickly vanishes as she begins to rub her own breasts against your penis.
“No s-seriously, you guys need to stop.”
>Neither of them even look at you.
>Celestia instead, scoffs at Luna.
>”Oh calm down, Luna. I was just getting ready.”
>Celestia stretches and plays with her own boobs. The sweat from the inside of her cleavage, as well as a few spurts of your precum coat her tits in a thin layer of lubrication.
>Luna frowns, and grabs your dick again, stroking very hard in order to force out a few more spurts of your juices.
>Your toes curl.
“Too hard, too hard!”
>You grit your teeth, ignoring the stars in your vision and the trembling of your pelvis.
>Luna rubs your dick all over her mounds, also covering them in a sticky protective coating.
>You’ve already made your peace with god.
>If this was how you were going to go out, you guess it wasn’t too bad.
>Both Celestia and Luna move closer to you, leaning forward over your waist.
>Celestia has a smug grin on her face.
>While Luna is frowning, her brow furrowed.
>Celestia shakes her tits, the massive organs rocking on her chest, slapping together with slick sounds.
>”Sure you’ve got enough to keep up, Sister?”
>She reaches out, pinching one of Luna’s already erect nipples.
>Luna gasps and slaps away her sister’s hand, her face still incredibly flushed.
>You glance between both of their tits.
>Celestia definitely has the size advantage, her torpedoes more than enough to smother you alive if she wanted.
>If your dick got swallowed up in those puppies, it would be lost for years in that fleshy paradise.
>But Luna is rocking huge guns as well, her nipples and areolas more mighty than Celestia, but the overall surface area of her knockers is still a little less than her sisters.
>Might be an uphill battle for Luna, but she was still in the running.
>”Keep your pathetic saggy bags over on your side, Sister.” 
>Luna positions your dick in the middle of her tits.
>And then Celestia moves in, putting her breasts on the other side, trapping your member in between both sister’s cleavage.
>As they shift around to get more comfortable, you feel their nipples trail softly over your cock.
>You’re lid solidly on your back, watching the ceiling fan spin, and taking really deep breaths.
>Don’t die, don’t die, don’t die.
>And when you’re penis is crushed on all sides by both their chests, they start to titfuck you.
>You gasp, reeling back, almost trying to pull your pelvis out of its titty prison, but there’s nowhere to go, so all you can do is endure.
>Luna has her hands gripped tightly around the sides of her tits, pushing them against your member as she grinds up and down.
>Celestia giggles at her sister’s focus, her humungous funbags not even needing to be held in position.
>She let’s her hands rest of the bed, simply bouncing her boobs on your tits in thick, heavy slapping motions.

>Both techniques mix together in an undistinguishable hell of pleasure.
>Your beaten and worn dick throbbing painfully as another unwilling orgasm is forcingly stirred in your loins.
>Spurts of pre from your glans build up and shoot out on both sister’s tits, moistening the flesh and slickening your dick.
>But that does little to decrease the pressure or null the burning in your balls at the sensations.
>Celestia and Luna seem to barely notice your presence beyond your dick.
>Both sisters locked in an aggressive stare game, neither blinking.
>Wet slapping sounds echo in the bedroom, the tortuous titty fuck growing faster and harder.
>The pace increases, Luna squeezes her hands together tighter against her tits, crushing your dick even further in its embrace. Celestia bounces harder and faster, smashing your shaft in and out of her cleavage.
>It’s too much.
>You can’t take it.
>You’re drooling, trembling all over as the muscles in your waist twist and turn.
>Eyes half-lidded, vision blurred, staring at the ceiling as your body goes numb from the pleasure overload.
>Your dick must be purple from all this abuse, and yet, deep within your loins the animalistic urge to breed reawakens.
>Your hips begin to thrust on their own accord, banging your dick even more violently in and out of Celestia’s and Luna’s Cleavage.
>Their voices ring dully in your ears as you fight the urge to cum.
>”Not a bad attempt, Luna, but we all know who will win.”
>”Yes we do, sister.”
>The very core of your dick feels like it’s on fire. Molten hot, spilling precum nonstop.
>So sore, yet the throbbing won’t stop. Your balls pulse, desperate to blow.
>There’s one final painful resonation deep in your waist, and the floodgates open.
>Your hips thrust savagely into the warm, tight confines of its cleavage prison.
>Your eyes fall onto the meaty mounds beating your dick, eager to see the load you’re about to spill.
>Except that doesn’t happen.
>Luna rams her tits against Celestia’s, knocking the other girl from her perch as she stumbles back onto her ass, her boobs pulling away from your shaft.
>And then Luna surges forward, thoroughly wrapping her breasts around you.
>Her mouth goes down to the top of her boobs, where your dick periodically comes up from air.
>Except this time, your sensitive glans disappears into Luna’s eagerly waiting mouth.
>Slipping past her thick lips, into the soft, saliva-coated mouth cave as you cum hard.
>Your balls empty, testicles squeezing down to force every last drop of baby batter into Luna’s gullet and down her throat.
>The girl’s eyes go wide, and you watch her throat bulge as she tries to swallow every last spurt of your seed.
>But there’s too much. You feel hot liquid running down your shaft.
>Some of it even shoots out of her nose, running down the side of her face.
>Tears gather in the corner of her eyes, and yet she keeps your rod inside her mouth for the full duration of your ejaculation.
>Celestia is leaned back on the bed, one hand resting atop of her tits, as she stares at Luna, eyes wide with shock at her sister’s actions.
>Luna’s tongue massages the top of your dick in between shots of semen, teasing out every trace of sperm.
>The white light at the end of your vision begs you to step forward.
>And you’re just about to when you hear a wet ‘pop’ and Luna sits back.
>Seed trails down the corner of her mouth, out her nose, and drips over her chin in streaks.
>Her own eyes are half-closed, and she wobbles unevenly, like she’s drunk off your sperm.
>Your poor penis falls out of her cleavage and against your lap, shrinking almost immediately.
>It’s done. No more.
>Luna burps loudly, coming back to her senses as she wipes away the remainder of the cum on her mouth.
>”Guess that’s an L for you, Celly.”
>You see Celestia lunge across the bed for Luna, but you’re too far gone to even attempt to stop her.
>You just lie back, waiting to either die or sleep.
>Your eyes close, but there’s no dreams or thoughts.
>Just the blackness of sleep.
>….
>….
>____________________________________________________________________________________
>Some time later you jerk awake.
>In a strange room, with a pounding headache and a mouth so dry you can barely breathe.
>You try to move, but can’t. There’s too much weight holding you back.
>Where are you? What happened?
>Your vision clears slowly with each blink.
>You roll your head slowly to the side, forcing your way past the brain fog clouding your memories.
>There’s a girl asleep on your shoulder. Dull, multi-colored rainbow-esque trailing down your side. She’s breathing slowly, eyes closed, one of her hands holding yours. Fingers curled around yours, not wanting to let go.
>You turn towards the other side.
>Almost the exact same image, except this girl has almost midnight-blue hair.
>She snuggled up to you as well, her legs wrapped around one of yours as her heads rests on your chest.
>Softly snoring, lost in dreamland.
>You blink a few more times.
>And the night slowly flows back in bits and pieces.
>Sunset. Sleepover. Downtown. Celestia. Luna.
>Or something like that.
“My fucking head.” You whisper in the dim room to yourself.
>There’s not light filtering in through the window at the corner of the room, so it must still be dark out.
“Must have been like an hour nap or something.”
>The throbbing in your pelvis reminds you of the past few hours.
“Oh, right.”
>There’s also the heavy scent of sex in the room every time you breathe.
>It’s gross, but also sexy and relaxing.
>Your eyes roll towards the lamp on the bedside table.
>Your wallet is still there, hasn’t even moved an inch.
>You could slip out, grab that and go home. Wouldn’t be too bad now that both these girls had their fill.
>You move your arm, trying to slip out from under Celestia.
>But when you try, she only rolls over more, wrapping her arms around you, pressing her breasts against your side, and kissing you on the neck a few times before making a soft noise and going still again.
>And now you’re thoroughly trapped.
“God damn it.”
>Oh well, that feeling of exhaustion is still weighing down on your eyelids.
>Might as well drift back off.
>You cup one hand around Celestia’s ass, and one around Luna’s, pulling both girls closer gently as you can without waking them.
>And then you close your eyes and go back to the blackness of sleep.
>There will be time for dreams later.
>…
>…
>___________________________________________________________________________________
>This time when you wake up the bed is empty.
>Sunlight streams in from the open window, fresh morning air creeping in to replace the stank in the room.
>You pull yourself up off the bed, the mattress peeling away like a second skin.
>You’re covered in sweat and juices.
>Sticky all over.
“That’s fucking gross.”
>Your dick and pelvis area feels fucking disgusting. Like someone dumped a carton of yogurt on your hips and let it dry in.
>You need a wash.
>And you definitely need to get home.
>And you DEFINITELY need to go get your fucking car.
>There’s also other thoughts of talking to Sunset and figuring out why the hell she ditched you last night.
>But that can be left until later.
>When you’re presentable and not covered in dried in cum.
>You sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, and beginning the search for the rest of your clothes.
>You’re not sure when they’d come off during the night, but they were scattered around the room.
>Your head still pounds relentless, the remains of last night’s hangover no doubt.
>You step into your underwear.
>They’re gross and stained, but it’s the only pair you have to wear until you get home.
>Jeans are next.
>And you make sure to grab your fucking wallet off the beside table.
>All the cards and cash are there, thank god.
>Slip that bad boy into your back pocket, and pull out your phone to check the time.

>Sunday, 10:34am.
>Well, at least it’s early. Got some time to go home and get a meal, some water and a few aspirin.
>No new messages from anyone, not even Sunset.
“Maybe I should give her a call.”
>You scroll into your messages, but your hand hovers over the call button.
>Probably best you left the house of the chicks you just banged before calling another girl you almost banged.
>Plus, she might still be asleep.
>If someone called up fucking eleven in the morning on a Sunday you wouldn’t even bother to answer.
>You leave Celestia’s room.
>Luna’s room has its door closed. She probably migrated back over there sometime after you went back to sleep.
>The door to the bathroom is also closed, but you can hear running water and sounds of movement from within.
>Celestia’s in the shower probably.
>You make your way out into the kitchen and grab a glass of water to drink.
>It’s cool against your sour throat.
>There’s a note on the table.
>You pick it up and read.
>’What a great night, Anon! -Loads- of fun~! <3 Don’t worry about sticking around, just give me a call when you’re ready for more.’
>Celestia’s number is written below in pink pen.
>And below that is a messy scribble of blue pen that looks like it was added after the fact.
“Whatever, fuck it.”
>You add both girls into your contact directory, jot your own number down on the note with a nearby pen and stroll back out into the main hall.
>Quickly grabbing your jacket out of the closet and then you’re out the front door and into the warmth of an early Sunday morning.
“Now where the hell am I?”
>Open up the maps app on your phone, wait for it to load. Yadda Yadda.
>Oh, not that farm from home. 
>Like a twenty minute walk. Not bad.
>Guess you’ll drop home first and then go back to your car later.
>The walk doesn’t take that long. It’s a pleasant sunny day with barely a cloud in sight, and an early morning wind to blow some of the stink off you.
>Soon enough you’re home, opening the front door and entering into your apartment.
>Still no messages from Sunset, even though it’s only been like thirty minutes.
“She’ll text you when she texts you, stop worrying about it, Anon.”
>The next hour or so is spent cleaning up and getting washed.
>You throw your clothes into the washer and get that straightened away, and tidy up some of the dirt around your apartment.
>Pound back a bowl of cereal with a few aspirin and a glass of water for the headache.
>Grab a quick shower to clean up.
>Before you know it, it’s after lunch and you’re sat down in front of your television, idly flipping through >…-the channels but not really focusing on anything.
>You’re mostly thinking.
>About last night… the whole evening really, and everything you did and everything you learned.
>You really still can’t believe any of it.
>Like it was so incomprehensible that it had to be true, because no one could make this shit up.
>Getting invited to Twilight’s sleepover was a big enough what the fuck moment already.
>Sure, you knew her and her friends, but that was all.
>You knew them… acquaintances.
>Not really best buds, or even friends at all.
>Although Twilight seemed to like you.
>And then all those sleepover shenanigans. Drugs, booze… Pinkie and Fluttershy.
>Fuck, you’d NEVER forget any of that.
>Fat ass anal and a messy tittyfuck, and that STILL wasn’t the weirdest shit all night.
>It didn’t make sense.
>You weren’t normally like this. Easy to get along with, sure.
>But still a bit reclusive and introverted, preferring to spend your time by yourself.
>And now here you were, just getting home from a threesome with two incredibly hot women.
“What the fuck is happening here?”
>You put your head in your hands and sigh.
>Thinking about it only made you more confused. But it had to be thought about.
>And then there was the whole Sunset thing.
>A part of you wonders if it was the drugs. Maybe Pinkie’s concoction was so strong you hallucinated the fuck out of everything at the last half of the sleepover.
>What other explanation was there?
>That everything Sunset told you was real. That -magic- was real?
>That there were two Twilights?
>That Sunset was from someplace somewhere far away, where exactly she wouldn’t tell you.
>And then your memories?
>What had happened there?
>Who had… invaded your mind to hide those? To mess around in your brain to suppress your past?
“Heh, how am I even entertaining these ideas?”
>”But, why would Sunset lie to me?”
>There was definitely a connection there.
>That kiss in the closet.
>The glowing of that amulet under her shirt.
>Sure, maybe it was a trick.
“But that would be one long, fucking convoluted prank.”
>And what would be the payoff? Making you look like a crazy person?
>But that wouldn’t explain why she had confessed to you in the first place.
>Nothing made sense.
>You needed way more info to figure this out.
>And there was only one person to help you sort all of this out, for better or worse.
>You haul your phone back up, scrolling to Sunset’s info in your contact directory.
>And you click call.
>Your stomach squeezes slightly as the phone calls and begins to ring.
>Grow up another, you’re not ten anymore.
>Calling girls shouldn’t fucking make you feel like this.
>…
>…
>But there’s no answer on the other side.
>The line rings a few times before clicking to voice mail.
>”Hi, this is Sunset! I’m not at the phone currently, please leave a message and I’ll get back to you! Bye!”
>BEEP.
“H-Hey Sunset, it’s Anon. What’s up? Hope you’re not too hungover, h-haha.”
>Smoooooooth.
“Anyways, I’m just calling to see what you’re doing. I don’t know what happened last night, but we must have gotten split up or something.”
>You’re pacing around your living room.
“Give me a call when you get a chance. I…. ah… I’m still trying to process everything you told me. But… yeah that’s about it. Cya.”
>You end the message, pocketing your phone and taking a deep breath.
>Guess it’s time to go get your car back.
>You weren’t going to get a cab ride, would be a waste of money.
>So it would probably be another half-hour walk downtown.
>At least you remembered where the bar was.
“God, I hope they aren’t out fucking ticketing on a Sunday.”
>You finish dressing, throw on your jacket, and then it’s back out onto the street.
>Beginning the walk downtown.
>Put earbuds in, turn on some music, and wait for Sunset to get back to you.
>Hopefully soon.
>….
>____________________________________________________________________________________
>That hopefully soon feeling fades out over the next few days.
>Complete radio silence on all fronts.
>You got your car Sunday afternoon, went home, and spent the next few hours anxiously staring at your phone in anticipation.
>And nothing.
>No calls, no texts. Sunset was basically MIA.
>Oh well, you would at least see her at school sometime during the week.
>…
>Monday morning rolls around.
>Groggily, you roll out of bed. You didn’t get much sleep, too much on your mind.
>Throw on some clothes.
>No breakfast. You’re not really that hungry anyways.
>The drive to school blurs by. You blink, and you’re already turning into the parking lot.
>The morning is grey, angry clouds sitting on the edge of the horizon, threatening to move in on a moment’s notice.
>Park. Turn off the car. And out into the chilly morning air.
>There’s a few clusters of students milling about the school grounds, chittering to their friends.

>Some laughter carries over the air to your eyes.
>You glance around. No sign of anyone you know. Sure, familiar faces, but no sign of Sunset, Twilight, or any of the other girls.
>You stroll up the main walkway to the front entrance of the school and stop.
>And blink a few times.
“Was… that always there?” You muse aloud.
>You look ahead, staring at the strange sight. Right where that weird fucking horse statue used to sit in the middle of the walkway, there is now a mighty wall of stone, wood and other construction materials barricading the statue in.
>Stretching way up into the sky.
>Yellow caution tape flutters in the wind, whipping back and forth in the gale of wind.
>Sure, little bit of updating construction work on an old statue made sense.
>But this was different.
>Like the entire thing was encased. Walled off.
>Pretty hard to fix something when it was completed blocked off by several meters of wood and concrete.
>You blink and glance around.
>No other signs, no maintenance vehicles, no sign of any workers that might be tasked with this sort of thing.
>Just this weirdly constructed barricade sitting like a huge eyesore in front of the school.
>No one else seemed to mind it, students filtering their way around the object as they made their way into the school.
>Feels uncanny. You don’t remember this being here last week.
>Then again, your memory wasn’t good ol’ reliable in this situation. 
“Whatever,” you shrug, continuing your way.
>You’d ask Sunset about this later… if you saw her. Or Twilight. One of them at least.
>Main hall time. Don’t really want to be late for class.
>One foot ahead of the other.
“Hope Mr. Doodle isn’t going to fucking make Math class feel like an hour,” you snort.
>You blink. Something feels… 
>You haven’t moved. Not a single footstep since you decided earlier.
>Instead, you’re closer to the barred-off construction, staring up at the colossal mass of materials.
>There’s a shiver in your spine. Butterflies dance in your guts.
>Cold sweat down your neck, and dryness in your mouth.
>It feels like something is looking back on the inside, scrutinizing you.
>Immobilizing you.
>You can’t tear your gaze away.
>Something pounds in your ears, but it doesn’t feel like your heartbeat.
>Your feet finally begin to move, but not towards the entrance hall. 
>The stone grows closer. From how near you are, your perspective makes the formidable structure stretch far up into the sky, towering far above you.
>Blotting out the pale-orange glow of the sun sitting behind the clouds.
>Leaving you in the darkness of this terrible thing.
>You have to get closer.
You MUST.
>Every step increases the whine in your brain. Like something is drilling into your grey matter.
>The voices and laughter of students fade away, leaving you in intimidating silence. 
>You’re sweating profusely, and you don’t know why.
>The wind swirls loudly around you, whipping your clothes in a violent rage.
>Your fingertips are so close now.
>Your eyes drift down towards the ground.
>Cracked concrete and disturbed done, broken lines stretching out and digging deep into the soil.
>You swear they grow as you watch.
>The hair on your arms sticks straight up, goosebumps running up and down your limps.
>Just a little bit more…
>”HEY!”
>Someone is yelling.
>”Get away from there, you!”
>You’re not listening. Too close for that.
>Something grabs your arms, yanking you hard to the right.
>Your line of vision breaks as you stumble forward into the offender.
>Blinking to clear your vision, you glance around.
>The ringing in your ears is gone.
>”Don’t you see the signs!” Hisses a old, baritone voice.
>Cranky Doodle has you by the arm.
>And he’s dragging you towards the front of the school.
>”Are you even listening to me?”
“Huh, w-what?”
>He glares at you.
>”There’s a reason we boarded that old thing up, the entire thing is sinking into the ground. And here you are, Mr. Mous, poking at something that could topple over and kill you!”
>Did he not… see any of that?
>Or -feel- any of that?
>”Now, I won’t say anything to the principal, but get to class! My class! Now!”
>He let’s you go, since the both of you are basically standing at the school’s doors.
>You rub your arm.
>Damn, he has a bit of a grip.
>There’s an urge to look back over your shoulder at where the statue is, but you suppress that urge, and walk into the school, ignoring more of Cranky’s protests.
>The halls are basically empty.
>How long were you standing out there?
>It was early when you got there, right?
>Inklings of pain still itch in your brain. A headache you can’t seem to shake.
>Even as you make your way to class and settle into a seat at the back of the room.
>Cranky himself enters a few minutes later, giving you another mean glare, before turning towards the blackboard and beginning to drone on about some lesson.
>You’re much too distracted to pay attention.
>You flip out your phone.
>No notifications. No messages. Nothing.
>You glance around the classroom.
>No sign of the girls in here either.
>Weird. And not the good type of weird.
“What is even happening here?” You mutter to yourself.
>The door at the front of the class slams open.
>”Ah, Miss Sparkle, how nice of you to join us.” Cranky’’s sandpaper voice grates loudly in the room.
>Everyone, including you, turns to stare at the door.
>You’ve never seen Twilight be late to class before. Ever.
>She mutters a quiet apology to Cranky, quickly shuts the door, and hurries to a seat at the front.
>Her gaze meets yours for a split second as she walks down the aisle.
>And she freezes. Eyes turning to pinpricks as she looks away and takes her seat.
>Uh…. Okay?
>Totally the expected reaction and definitely no cause for concern.
>Any possible chance for you to pay attention to class goes out the window.
>You spend most of the next hour glancing over shoulders and betweens people’s heads trying to get a bead on Twilight.
>Every now and then you see the back of her head.
>Doesn’t look like she’s writing any notes, her face buried in her own phone.
>Not once does she look over her shoulder towards you.
>The last few minutes of class tick away.
>You’re already at the edge of your seat, ready to make your way up towards Twilight as soon as the bell rings.
>The clock winds down.
>3…2…
>Pack away your books, focus on the purple girl, and get ready to intercept.
>1…
>In a flash, Twilight is out of her seat and rushing towards the door.
>”I’MSORRYMR.CRANKYBUTIREALLYHAVETOGO.” She yells out in mostly one word, grabbing her schoolbag and sprinting out of the class without even stopping to get approval.
>The entire class stares for a second, and then the bell rings.
>So much for your quick escape.
>You’re lost in the crowd of students who are just as eager to leave the classroom.
>Trip over some feet, push through some shoulders.
>”Hey, watch it!”
>”Ow!”
>”Watch where you’re going!”
>You ignore everyone’s outbursts, and force your way towards the door, slithering around everyone.
>And then you’re out into the hall.
>Unfortunately, too little too late.
>Twilight is no where to be seen, even as you scan the various hallways over multiple times.
“Fuck, she can run when she feels like it.”
>You don’t see her the rest of the day.
>In fact, you don’t see any of the girls for the rest of the day.
>All seven of them, absent without a trace.
>The rest of your morning classes, lunch, and afternoon slots pass by in a flash, your mind focused elsewhere.

>It’s not long before the final bell rings and concludes the day, and you find yourself walking out of the school.
>You take a side exit to get back into the parking lot where your car is, keeping a good distance from whatever the hell that amalgamation of madness was earlier.
>In the distance, you can see students strolling down the main exit without a care in the world. Some give sidelong looks to the mass of construction that sticks out like a sore thumb but barely anyone seems to care for more than a second.
>The longer you look, the more the hair on your arm rises.
“Weird.”
>You stop and head back to your car.
>So now you know a few new things.
>Something was definitely up at the school.
>And Twilight was -actively- avoiding you.
>Not just coincidences and bad luck, but straight up doing everything she could to not allow you to confront her.
>And everyone else still seemed to be MIA, vanished in thin air like they never existed in the first place.
>If they all didn’t come back to school, it would mean your only chance of figuring out what the hell is going on would depend solely on how likely you were to finally get Twilight alone and get her to spill the beans.
>You drive home.
>The rest of the evening is unremarkable.
>Flashes of TV, internet and way too much time of you staring at your phone waiting for a message that never comes.
>This continues the entire week.
>Sunset, Fluttershy, Rarity, Applejack, Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash.  None of them show up to any of your classes.
>You keep avoiding the statue out front, for better or for worse.
>Every now and again, you catch a few students wandering a bit too close to the thing.
>Only to be chewed out by one of the janitors or faculty after standing there for a while.
>Twilight is also absent from class.
>You started sitting up front in order to intercept her, but she never showed up to anything afterwards.
>You’re sure you see her purple hair in the hall several times in the corner of your eyes, but everytime you turn to look, she’s gone.
>Talk about being ghosted.
>Eventually, Friday morning rolls around.
>By this time, you’re almost at the end of your rope.
>A week of no sleep, except for the few times you dozed off in class.
>Classes that you didn’t take any notes in, by the way. You wouldn’t be able to keep this up, unless you wanted to fuck yourself off on the upcoming midterms.
>Friday lunch period rolls around.
>You sigh and trod into the cafeteria.
>You’d barely eaten anything in the past five days, plus it was Taco Friday.
“”Why wouldn’t it be Taco Tuesday?”
>At least that had the alliteration downpat. Who the fuck ever heard of a Taco Friday?
>Once again, the table Twilight and her friends usually sat at is empty. Not a soul to be seen.
>You stare angrily at the vacant chairs as you wait in line for food, your tray hanging down by your side.
>If this was how things were going to keep you, you’re not sure your sanity would last much longer.
>At this point, it was looking more and more likely you might actually have to kidnap Twilight Sparkle to actually get some answers.
>But that might be just the delirium talking.
>”NEXT PLEASE.” The lunch-lady announces somewhere in front of you.
>You step up, just barely away you were still vacantly staring at Twilight’s empty table.
“Tacos please.”
>She slaps down a few tacos on your tray, giving you the stinky eye for holding up the line.
>You move on.
”You know what, fuck it.”
>You pull a chair up at the empty table.
”If they’re not here to use it, I might as well take it.”
>You kick your feet up on the table’s edge, resting your lunch tray on your stomach.
”I claim this table!”
>You gesture widely around yourself with your arms, drawing some strange glances from some of the other students.
>Really can’t be bothered to care at this point.
>You’re too busy staring at the tacos on your tray.
>Extremely greasy and cheesy, dripping with salsa.
>Exactly what you need to turn this wreck of a week into something salvageable.

>You haul out your phone again as you idly chew on your food.
>Still no notifications. 
>With a heavy sigh, you place your phone on the table and put your face in your hand.
>This whole situation was fucked beyond belief.
“Jesus Christ…” you mumble, sitting back in the chair and staring blankly at the ceiling.
>What if they never came back to school?
>The possibility was low, of course, but these thoughts were starting to worm into your mind.
>The worst possible outcomes, all whispering louder and louder in your ears.
>It had only been a week, but, goddamn, were you starting to freak out.
>Your mind drifts to Sunset and the others.
>Just how much did you not know? How much have you forgotten?
>You dig into your brain as deep as possible, trying to pull remnants of memories that you’re not even sure are there anymore.
>Blurry, unsure images flash in your closed eyes.
>Bits and pieces of events that might have happened.
>You’re only going to give yourself a headache at this.
>Fuzzy, undetailed, foggy memories.
>That’s all you can find.
>But they seemed so different when you were in the closet with Sunset.
>So much clearer. More focused. Actual concrete events and not some wishy-washy blurry mess.
>Maybe that was the key. Maybe being around her would help to jog your memory.
>Of course, that only redoubles your need to find Sunset.
>Which only places more stress on yourself.
>You glance around the cafeteria again.
>So many people unaware, just sitting there and talking to each other.
>Their biggest problems being an upcoming test or some girl they liked.
>And here you were, sitting with a half-dissected brain not even sure what was in your head was right.
“Come on, Anon.”
>You slap your cheeks with your hands.
“Snap out of it. You can be all sad and shit later.”
>Ugh, there goes your appetite.
>Worry filling your gut down, erasing any sense of your earlier hunger.
>Stomach locked down like an iron weight.
>And there’s still a few tacos on your plate as well. Oh well, into the trash they go.
>You sigh, getting out of your seat and heading to the trash bin in the corner of the room.
>Looking down at your feet, mulling over your thoughts, you fail to notice the approaching girl.
>The sound of footsteps right on top of you draws your eyes upward.
>As you collide fast first into someone else headfirst.
>It was like a walking headbutt.
>You stumbled back, stars exploding in your vision at the impact. The world seems to blur and spin.
>It’s a miracle you remained on your feet at all.
>And even more surprising you didn’t drop your lunch tray.
“Ow!”
>”OW!”
>Wait, that wasn’t your echo. That was someone else!
>You shake your head and glance down.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry, wasn’t looking where I was go—"
>It’s her.
>Bundled back purple hair. Dark frame, nerdy glasses.
>Trembling purple eyes regarding you with a very surprised expression.
>She’s sprawling out on floor, phone on the tiles a few feet from her.
>Must have been busy reading her texts of something.
>Not that you care much. She’s right here in front of you, and you’re going to get answers.
“Twilight?!” You shout accusingly, probably much louder than it was necessary.
>You hear some of the chairs in the room squeak and turn in your direction.
>Oh great, a scene.
>Twilight stares at you unblinkingly, frozen in position on the floor like she just saw a ghost.
>You blink.
>Bad mistake.
>In that blink, Twilight’s lunged forward to grab her phone, and turned around to scramble away, her hands scraping along the floor as she tries to rush to her feet.
“Oh no you don’t!”
>You rush after her.
>She’s fast! Or maybe that was just because you were carrying a big fucking lunch tray.
>This was more important than lugging around some food, Anon!
>”God damn it!” 
>You sprint over to the nearest table, and slam your tray down by one of the girl’s there.
>She jumps back at the sound, but relaxes upon seeing the food.
“Hey I’m really not hungry, so you can have these! Bye!”
>It might have sounded like an acceptable sentence in your head. But you’re sure you just mangled all those words together into one syllable.
>The two-toned teal and dark-blue haired girl sat there looks at you with a very erotic expression.
>”Oh, Anon, you don’t need to make excuses to hang out with your taco-buddy.”
“Yeah sure, whatever.” You’re already running away from the table, watching Twilight slip through the double doors at the end of the room.
>Most of the cafeteria is staring at you now. Just great. You try to ignore them, sprinting after Twilight as fast as you can.
>A bit easier now that you’re unencumbered. 
>You shoulder into the doors, skidding out of the cafeteria on your heels as you spin to look down the various hallways.
>Twilight’s already halfway down the nearest hall.
>Probably going for the back exit.
>She’s skirting around the students in the hallway, skipping and ducking past them quite well.
>Where the hell did she learn to move like that?
>You resist the urge to yell out after her. Once was probably already enough.
>If people didn’t think you were weird just now, they would certainly think that if you were running down the halls yelling after Twilight.
>So you just clench your jaw and rush through the milling crowds of students, pushing and forcing your way down the hallway.
>She was NOT going to get away from you a second time.
>Not even if you had to tackle her.
>You’re gaining on her, thank god. As quick and lithe as she was, you were still taller and (hopefully) stronger.
>Twilight spins around the corner at the end of the hall.
>And you’re already there after her, grabbing the edge of the wall to cut in on the inside track.
>A little bit closer…
>Almost able to reach out and grab her.
>The bell rings, and almost immediately after that, students begin to flood back into the hallway on their way to class.
>One of the doors on your side flings open, smacking you in the shoulder hard.
>You skid on, stumbling over your legs as you spin out on the floor.
>”Oh god, I didn’t see you there. I’m sorry.”
>You don’t even look to see who it is.
>You’re back on your feet, ignoring the pain in your side, and sprinting back down after Twilight.
>Who has used the distraction to put some good distance between the two of you.
>There’s only a few more halls until the exit door.
>If she gets to her car, it’s over! She’ll just drive home and lock up in her house, probably.
>And that can’t happen!
>You’re not really used to running this much, and you can feel the burning in your lungs and the aching in your muscles.
>You ignore that uncomfortable sensation, focused entirely on putting one foot in front of the other as you race through the school.
>Another corner. Slide, and skid.
>Another hallway. Plant your feet and sprint.
>And then you can see it, the double door at the end of the lockers.
>That bright red neo sign sitting about it blaring the words ‘EXIT’.
>You were running out of room.
>Blackness pulses at the corners of your vision.
>Fucking catch her, Anon. 
>Last straight away before she’s gone for good.
>You’re pretty sure you look like a fucking maniac sprinting through the halls after a girl running full speed away from you.

>Just another Friday in the life of a brain-washed Anon, you guess.
>You can practically see outside from the windows of the exit now.
>Concrete buildings and the floating heads of several students pass by.
>Twilight’s aiming for the right door, if her direction is anything to judge by.
>Which means you have to take the left one and get outside first to trap her in.
>You muster the last little bits of energy that you have, huffing and puffing like a fat kid at a birthday party, and pass Twilight.
>Shoulder barge through the left-most exit door.
>And straight into the poor bastard on the other side.
>It’s a mess.
>A tangly mess of limbs.
>The feminine scream of fright you hear as the two of you collide only makes it worst.
>You totally just shoulder-checked some poor girl that wasn’t Twilight.
>The two of you smack together with enough force to go stumbling down over the concrete steps.
>You hit all the most painful parts. Kneecaps, elbows, back of your head.
>And scrape your legs on the edges of the stairs.
>The world spins and twirls, until the both of you come to a rest at ground level.
>The purple blob in your dizzy vision fades into the distance, not even stopping to check if you were okay.
>What a bitch!
>You’re just about to get back on your feet and begin the chase again, when someone grabs you by the arm.
>Hard.
>”And where do you think you’re going after that student…. Mr…--"
>Oh god… that voice sounds suspiciously familiar.
>Those big red ‘YOU LOSE’ letters trace themselves faintly across the inside of your eyelids as your brain goes memory hunting.
>You turn around. No fucking way. Of all the people you could have body-checked down the stairs, it had to be her.
>To be fair, Luna’s expression is more shocked than yours.
>You can see her lips quiver as she tries to finish saying your name.
>Several other students have gathered around to watch the carnage, forming a sort of semi-circle as they pretend that they are totally not interested in the verbal ass-blasting you are about to get from this Vice-Principal Luna.
>Instead, Luna seems to be speechless, mouth quivering like a fish out of water.
>There’s a heavy blush on her cheeks, which could be where you slammed into her, but that’s probably not the case.
>You never did tell her or Celestia that you went to Canterlot High, did you?
>Then again, you didn’t get a chance to say much that evening, between being drunk off your ass, and then titty-fucked to high-heavens. 
“Uh…. Hi Lu—Vice Principal Luna.” You correct yourself.
>She blinks.
>”YOU.”
>It’s not so much of a question as it is a declarative statement.
“Yes…. Me?”
>The redness is her face fades as she blinks, the surprised look in her eyes fading as she furrowed her brow at you.
>”You. Come with me. NOW.”
>There’s really not much room for negotiation in that tone, so you sigh, and simply stand there defeated.
>Luna turns to address the gathered crowd of students.
>”And all of you better get to your classes! If you’re late, it’s going to be detention for everyone!”
>God, if she yelled any louder, maybe those on the other end of town could hear her too.
>Although that’s enough to quell the curiosity of the onlookers, all of them beginning to split up and head to class, pretending that they weren’t looking in the first place.
>Luna whirls back around on you, now that the two of you are mostly alone.
>She jabs a finger in your chest.
>”And -you-,” she spits almost venomously. “Are going to have some explaining to do.”
“There’s a perfectly calm rationale for what I wa—”
>She grabs onto your ear, twisting it painfully, as she begins to drag you back inside the school.
>”Save it for Ce—The principal, Anonymous.”
>Oh boy, when a teacher used your full name, that was a sign you were up shit creek without a paddle.
>Luna pulls you through the hallways towards the principal’s office, not caring about the scene she might be making.
>Several students still out in the hall before class turn and look at the two of you.
>They giggle, whispering quietly to their friends as Luna hauls you around.
>”If I turn my head and see any students -still- in the hallway when they -should- be in class, it’s detention for a whole week!” Luna announces, without ever stopping her stride.
>Her threat works again, persuading the last few lingering watchers to quickly grab their bookbags and run off to class.
>Meanwhile, Luna is muttering under her breath, and you can only hear bits and pieces as you try to listen in.
>”Nerve of this… should have never… Celestia is going to…”
>Soon enough, the both of you are in front of Celestia’s office.
>Luna twists your ear painfully as she shoves you through the door.
>You stumble in, trying not to trip over your own feet in the process, rubbing at your ear as Luna finally releases her grip and follows in after you.
>Celestia is sat behind her desk, tapping away at her keyboard, and looks up, startled by the noise as you and Luna enter.
>Her face, like Luna, bears a shocked expression for half-a-second, followed by a quick blush, and they a brutal stare as she finally recognizes you.
>Luna closes the door.
>And locks it.
>Crossing her arms, she points to the chair in front of Celestia’s desk.
>”Sit.”
>It’s mostly an order, but you still obey, sliding into the chair and fidgeting uneasily as both of the sisters glare down at you imposingly.
>”Luna and… Anonymous… to what do I owe the pleasure?” Celestia asks, trying to maintain a neutral tone in her voice.
>Luna huffs, “He was running in the halls and struck me.”
>Well, actually it was outside, but you don’t really think making that difference clear would really matter.
>Luna takes a second to smooth out the wrinkles in her dark suit.
>Sure enough, you can see the dirt and dust staining the fabric as a result of your unintended tackle.
>Even her hair seems to be frizzy, falling all over the place.
>And there are several scrapes and tiny cuts on her hands and fingers.
>Whoops.
>You feel like a big idiot.
>But as much as you want to sink into the chair and disappear you can’t.
>Where was the mind-wipe magic when you needed it, huh?
>Celestia slowly turns her monitors out of the way, so she can look down at you directly.
>She steeples her fingers together, and takes a deep breath.
>”Anything to say in your defense, Anonymous?”
>Okay, here’s your chance to deliver a badass speech and get yourself out of all of this trouble.
>You just have to word it carefully to make it sound like an accident. Like you were running to get something out of your car before class and totally didn’t notice her outside the door.
>But you’re mouth is already running while your brain desperately screams at you to shut up.
“I didn’t mean to tackle Luna, I was trying to get Twilight.”
>Fucking perfect. Couldn’t have said it any better than that.
>You fucking idiot.
>Celestia and Luna both blink at that.
>”And you were… chasing after Twilight why?” Celestia asks.
>Because Sunset and her friends have been missing for a week, are no doubt involved in some weird screwy magic business, and oh, also have taken some of your memories. And the other way to find out what the fuck is going on is to talk to Twilight because she’s the only one you’ve seen around the school.
>That’s what you -don’t- say.
>Because that would make you sound really crazy. Even though it was completely true.
“Like a friendly game of tag, you know? Haha…”
>That nervous laugh does little to lighten the atmosphere in the room.
>In fact Luna and Celestia seem to be glaring at you even harder than before.
>”…A friendly game of tag.” Celestia re-states.
>Was that a question, or was she repeating it to herself to see if it sounded as stupid as you thought it was.
>”Running in the halls is forbidden -regardless- of your intentions, Anon. Even if it was a game of fun.” Luna leans down, making herself eye-level with you.
>”And I sincerely doubt that’s true, considering Miss Sparkle took off like she was running from a crazed man.” She states, maintaining eye contact with you.
>Oh boy, this wasn’t going to get any better any time soon.
>You couldn’t afford detention now.
>Twilight had no doubt made it to her car by now and was heading home.
>There was still time to intercept her, maybe catch her in her driveway before she stowed away for the weekend.
>But you needed to get out of this situation fast in order for that to happen.
>”And judging from Luna’s appearance, it appears you managed to hit her quite hard.” Celestia says, eyeing the dirt of Luna’s clothing.
>”Yes, it was quite the smack, Sister.” Luna acknowledges, nodding her head.
“Listen, I’m real short on time right now, and I really can’t afford detention right now. I’ve got a lot of important stuff on the go.”

>Celestia frowns.
>”If Luna or myself wants to give you detention, that is completely at our discretion, Anonymous, and your dismissive attitude is doing little to persuade me otherwise.”
>Luna is also similarly displeased looking.
>”Maybe if you had started with an apology, we might have overlooked this whole situation. But considering this… amongst other things, and we have no choice but to—"
“I’ll tell the schoolboard.”
>You cut her off. You didn’t mean too, but goddamn it the words were out of your mouth before you could stop them.
>A result of your panicked brain scrambling to find the answer to get out of this situation.
>To your credit, both Luna and Celestia freeze, their eyes going wide.
>Maybe it wasn’t such a ludicrous gamble after all.
>Celestia clears her throat, adopting a very slim smile.
>”I don’t think I heard you correctly, Anon. Would you mind repeating that?”
>The little bead of sweat trailing down her forehead says otherwise though.
>But they you no choice.
>All in or nothing at this point. You sigh mentally.
“I don’t really like doing this, but I really -really- can’t afford to waste time in detention.”
>You cross your arms and lean back in the chair, taking a deep breath.
“So just let me go. It’s probably not good if certain rumors were spread of certain teachers sleeping with a certain student.”
>Your mouth is dry. This feels wrong. But then again, so many things weren’t right recently.
>This was just another turd sandwich that you’ve been forced to eat.
>God, those tacos were sounding a bit better right about now.
>You could hear the clock ticking on the wall.
>That’s how quiet the room was now.
>Celestia sitting behind her desk, fingers interlaced as she rested her elbows on her mousepad.
>Still with that thin smile, and eyes closed.
>Probably trying to decide whether or not to rip your head off.
>Almost looked serene, minus the deadly aura of pure malice you can basically feel surging off of her.
>Luna’s much easier to read.
>Her entire body seems to be shaking, hands clumped into trembling fists, shoulders wide.
>Giving you a pretty good death-glare. Pools of absolute fury burning in her eyes.
>You stand up out of your chair, taking a step closer to the two of them.
>And that’s enough to set Luna off.
>She’s barges over towards you, jabbing a finger into your clavicle.
>”You ungrateful, disgusting, treacherous heathen!” She punctuates each word with a painful poke of her finger. “How dare you try to blackmail us?”
>You reach out to grab her arm, halting her aggressive poking spree.
>She freezes up at your touch, her eyes still glaring angrily at you.
>Celestia also rises from her desk, placing the palms of her hands on her desk as she leans forward to look at you.
>”Those would be pretty heavy accusations, Anon.” Celestia states.
>She’s staring down at you, eyes locked on yours.
>”Would warrant a big investigation. Tons of school board employees, news reporters, cops, all digging to find out the truth.”
>She slowly circles around the desk, trailing a hand around the edge.
>”That would mean a lot of interviews for you, having to keep a straight story, provide evidence.”
>She’s beside you and Luna now, her imposing, towering presence even drawing Luna’s attention.
>”Many might think that two highly-regarded individuals such as Luna and I, with clean, proven track records and no prior incidents, were trying to have our names dragged through the mud.
>She’s a few steps closer now. Eyes glaring into your skull.
>You can’t blink, can’t look away.
>”That would be quite the bad ending, wouldn’t it, Anonymous? Months of long, tortuous legal processes, all for your lies to be found out, and then Luna and I would have no choice but to expel you.”
>Look away, Anon. Stop staring at her. Stop -listening- to her.
>”So… I will ask you one -final- time, would You. Mind. Repeating. That. Anon.”
>She’s right, of course. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that eventually you’d get ousted for being a big fucking liar.
>And the disastrous consequences that would have on both your academic and economical future.
>You’re pretty sure that if Luna and Celestia tried hard enough, they could make finding another school a really, really bad time.
>But… you were in deep now.
>This was probably worth at least a suspension even for trying to blackmail the principal and vice principal.
>And an amount of time away from the school you couldn’t really afford right now. Even these seconds here meant another second Twilight had to retreat to her house and disappear off the radar.
>Without even thinking about it, you use your free hand to slowly slide your phone out of your pocket.
>You’re still holding Luna’s arm with your other hand.
>So you concoct a plan. A terrible, horrible plan that makes you sick to your stomach.
>Well, if they wanted evidence, you would need to have evidence ready.
>You’re extremely warm from all this pressure, sweating forming in the small of your back and underarms.
>Any longer and you wouldn’t be able to do this.
>It was now or never.
>Celestia’s eyes flicker down to the phone in your hand. She takes a step forward and opens her mouth to say something.
>In that exact same instant, you yank Luna’s arm forward.
>”Huh—” The words are barely out of the girl’s mouth as she topples forward, her balance failing.
>This was going to require dexterity and agility that you probably didn’t have.
>But it was too late now. All in or out, so this was the only option left.
>Or the only option your panicked mind could create.
>Your free hand swipes open your phone, and you tab into the photo app.
>Right as Luna falls into you.
>Like anyone would do, she reaches out to grab at anything to stop her fall.
>This being you, your clothes, and any piece of skin she can get a handful of.
>Which is just what you were hoping for.
>Without giving her a chance to pull away or re-orient yourself, you lower your head towards hers.
>And lock your lips against hers.
>It was more like a clumsy headbutt, but you find her mouth and mash your own against it.
>At the same time you raise your phone up, point it at the two of you, and snap a photo.
>The dull ‘click’ your phone makes echoes loudly in the room like an explosion.
>Luna’s panicked expression quickly switches when she looks into your eyes and realizes what exactly is going on.
>Her cheeks go bright red, and her eyelids flutter closed for a second.
>Before bursting wide open.
>She digs her fingers into your shoulders and pushes you back with a hefty shove.
>You snap a few more photos before you stumble back.
>”Get orrf!” Luna shouts as she breaks away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
>But it was too late, the damage was already done.
>”ANONYMOUS!” Celestia yells, her stern voice rolling across your eardrums like crackling thunder.
>You look at her. There’s no games, no smile. No trying to hide her obvious rage.
>”What do you think you’re doing?!” She demands.
>You glance back down at your phone to inspect the pictures.
>And then you text the pictures to Luna and Celestia, using the numbers they gave you earlier.
>Two dings bleep in the room, momentarily stopping Celestia’s verbal assault against you.
>She narrows her eyes at you, as she reaches into her skirt to withdraw her phone.
>Luna glances worriedly at her, and then quickly does the same.
>You give them a few seconds to inspect the images.
>You know what they’re seeing. It couldn’t be more perfect of an image if you had planned this weeks in advance.
>Luna’s arms and hangs dug into your clothing, eyes slammed shut, blushing furiously as she kisses you.
>Anyone not aware of this situation would no doubt assume it was a passionate, lustful kiss.
>Celestia face is still twisted angrily, but with the way she keeps glancing down towards her phone, you know she realizes how damning this image could be if put into the wrong hands.
>”What is it you want, Anonymous?” She says after a few seconds, sighing heavily.
>All the earlier feistiness seems to have vanished. Now she looks exhausted.
>”C-celestia! W-what are you doing?!” Luna stutters out, running to her sister’s shoulder. 
>God, you feel like a fucking maggot. That heavy, nauseous feeling in your guts boils around, reminding you this was a dirty move.
>Celestia retreats back to sit on the edge of her desk, crossing her legs and pinching the bridge of her nose.
>”You can clearly see the photo, Luna. Even you would have a hard time explaining that picture away.”
>Luna is blushing even harder.
>”B-but he… but I…. i-it wasn’t—it’s not!” Luna fumbles over her words.
>”In the hands of the news, I don’t think it matters what your intent was, Luna. Only what’s in the picture.”
>Luna turns towards you quickly.
>”Delete it, Anonymous! Delete it now!” 
>You’re not sure if her voice is more yelling or pleading.
>You finally find your voice is all of this, biting back the bile in the back of your throat, and the dryness on your tongue.
“I will.”
>In your defense, that sounded pretty calm. 
>You heart hammering away in your chest, and the sweat on your brow hasn’t affected your vocal cords yet.
>It might still appear to these two that this was a planned endeavour and not something you pulled out of your ass at the last moment.

>”Then do it now, Anonymous!”
>Luna looks like she’s about to charge your ass and tackle you to the floor.
>You rotate the phone to point the screen at her, waving the device gently back and forth to distract her.
>Her eyes catch the image on the screen again, and she looks away defeated, unable to bear the shame of seeing that expression.
“I will…” You repeat, “but…”
>”He wants something, sister.” Celestia chimes in, her voice even but cold.
>”Anonymous, this is an abhorrent act.” Luna says. “We… I didn’t expect something this -evil- from you.”
>Her words aren’t fake, and they sink deep into the pit of humanity in your stomach.
>There’s a certain thought floating in your mind about how you were going to rectify this even if you managed to get to the bottom of the whole Twilight situation.
>It’s not like Celestia and Luna would forget this.
>And it’s definitely not like they would forgive something like this easily.
>But that was something you would have to deal with in the future.
>Because you didn’t have terrible mindwipe magic to abuse.
“I’m not doing this for anything terrible.” You say.
>Both sisters are giving you looks that clearly show they think you’re full of shit.
“I really -really- can’t explain, but I need to talk to Twilight. She’s been avoiding me all week, and it’s important that I speak with her.”
>”You can’t stalk girls, Anonymous. If Twilight doesn’t want to speak with you, she’s well within her rights.” Now Celestia was back to giving you the stink eye.
>They wouldn’t get it unless you explained, and even then, they’d just brush you off as crazy. And probably call the cops.
>They might do that anyways, but if they thought you were tracking down Twilight for nefarious purposes, that would be worse.
>You don’t have time to sit here and do that anyways. Besides, you don’t even have all the info to warrant a good explanation.
“It’s more than that. I’d tell you, but it’s not something you can just explain.”
>God, you were blowing this.
>”Not a very convincing argument.”
>Of course it wasn’t, it was barely an argument.
“Okay so… I’m going to leave. I’m going to go home. I will not do anything with this picture. That I promise. I just cannot waste anymore time here.”
>”If you weren’t going to use it, then why would you even take it in the first place?!” Luna shouted at you accusingly.
>They just weren’t going to believe you, no matter how you tried to phrase this.
“Don’t you find it a little bit odd that Twilight and her friends have been skipping classes all week?”
>A different approach, to goad a response out of them. Maybe Celestia and Luna knew something that you didn’t.
>Certainly the principal and vice principal would notice a group of very prominent students missing for that period of time.
>”Twilight and her friends have been out sick all week, Anonymous.” Celestia stated calmly, once again crossing her arms.
>You waited a bit longer for more of an explanation, but all you received was a harsh glare from both of the sisters.
>Really? That was it? REALLY? Oh, this whole posse of prestigious students, who are clearly the life-blood of Canterlot High, and the center of all the weird shit that happens here, all just happen to be sick the exact same week.
>You can’t stop yourself from scoffing loudly and rolling your eyes at the absurdity of such a dumb response.
“Really? Sick? For a whole week? All of them… at once.”
>Celestia shrugged, “Stranger things have happened. They are really close friends, it’s not hard for a flu to pass around their group?”
“And that explains why Twilight was here today how?”
>”Well she’s the one that dropped off their sick notes and explained the situation.”
>Yeah, Celestia, totally not weird. Maybe your head wasn’t the only mushy one around here.
“You saw her run off, Luna, did that look very -sick- to you?”
>Luna steps back a bit as you turn to address her, but quickly resumes her hostile posture.
>”Oh, Anonymous, certainly not the strangest thing to occur in the last few minutes.”
>Haha, she had you there.
>A bunch of friends playing hooky for a week, or some crazed dumbass doing a really bad attempt at blackmail. The latter was definitely more strange and weird.
>And certainly wasn’t going to put you in their goods books for a more detailed answer than that.
“And you believe them?”
>”Why yes, we do believe some of the best-behaved students with signed notes from their parents.” Celestia chipped in once again.
>You’re glad no one else was here to witness you fail this badly.
“Okay, whatever, fine they’re sick. Totally reasonable.” You wave your hands in front of you defeatedly, as if trying to completely push this line of questioning out of the way.
“And what about that weird construction out front?”
>”Weird construction?” Celestia raises an eyebrow.
“Statue blocked off, completely surrounded by wood and concrete or whatever. Cracks in the ground?”
>”…The annual maintenance and grounds-keeping we do on the monument?”
“Weirdest looking maintenance I’ve ever seen.”
>Both of them are giving you a weird look right now. You’re probably very close to straddling into the ‘insane’ category in their minds at this point.
>”That statue is as old as the school itself, Anonymous. Weather exposure has done some serious damage to the old thing over the years. Every now and again it needs to be repaired and polished up, unless you have a piece of it break off and hit someone.”
“Which explains why it’s totally encased and completely impossible to access?”
>”We’ve encased the monument so that it can be transported over to the local repair shop. There should be a crane arriving sometime next week to take the whole thing.”
>You probably weren’t going to mention the other stuff that happened, weird whispering and shit. 
>That would definitely not be a smart thing to bring up.
>As far as these two were concerned, it was a legitimate repair and maintenance thing.
>Which you might have accepted if the whole thing didn’t try to cthulu the fuck out of your mind.
>Once again, something you didn’t know that you needed to know. 
>Although at least it looks like Celestia and Luna were as much in the dark as you, and not complicit in this weird coverup thing you suspected was going on.
>Or they were lying, that was also an option.
>Either way, it meant another reason on top of the pile of reasons you already had to talk to Twilight.
>You’d wasted enough time here anyways, and gotten literally nowhere, besides slighting two of the women who had a lot of power in deciding your academic future.

>Smart moves, Anon. Just another fuckup on the list, you guess.
>You sigh out loud, dispelling some of the tension in your body. This conversation was over, and there really wasn’t anything else to do.
>Celestia is the first to break the awkward silence.
>”Anything else, Anon?” 
>You try to ignore the annoyed tone in her voice. Not because it bugs you, but because you totally deserve it for harassing these two.
“No… not really.”
>You let your shoulders slouch, looking over at Luna and Celestia.
>This whole thing was so tiring. Felt like every step you made to get closer only messed something else up, or moved you sideways.
“Now I’m going to leave, I will delete the picture when I get home, and you can do whatever you want with me on Monday, okay? I just really need to go.”
>You took a cautionary step backwards to the door. Hard glares from Celestia and Luna tracing every movement you make.
>”You know this isn’t going to end well for you, Anonymous, right?” The edge in Celestia’s voice only buries those words deeper into your skin.
>Either way, you weren’t going to get out of this situation without some retribution. But trying to maintain this weird blackmail op was definitely not something you could bear to do.
>Which meant you had this weekend to figure shit out before getting your ass chopped up and served to you on Monday.
>Might be suspension, could be expulsion. But you would have to deal with that eventually.
>For now there were slightly more pressing matters on your mind.
“I know.”
>And with that, you’re out of the room, closing the door quickly behind you and sprinting down the hall towards the exit.
>You’re not sure what time it is, but the school is mostly empty. Some stragglers hanging around after classes to talk with their friends.
>No one gives you a second glance as you stumble out into the school’s parking lot and make a beeline towards your car.
>Fumble with the keys for a second before opening the door and collapsing into the driver’s seat with an exasperated sigh.
>You had fucked it all up.
>Twilight was no doubt home by now, or hidden away something from you.
>And come Monday there was a good chance you weren’t even going to be a student at the school anymore.
>All in all, a pretty good way to end a Friday, right?
“Fuck me…” you mumble, resting your head on the steering wheel.
>Of course, the horns blows, scaring the shit out of you and sending your head smashing back into the seat behind you.
”I deserved that.”
>There’d be time for rest later.
>For now, though, there’s really only one option left. Something you really should have done at the start of the week instead of waiting around.
>Probably would have had better results.
>It’s time to confront Twilight Sparkle at her house, for better or worse.
>Of course, worse being that you might be arrested for camping outside and trying to spy on her if she calls the police.
>And best being god only knows what.
>But you couldn’t wait around anymore. All of this was eating at your stomach something fierce, and even if you stumbled in and fucked everything up, getting some answers was worth it.
>…Hopefully.
>Pull your keys out, plug them into the ignition and start your car.
>Slowly turn out of the parking lot and weave your way into traffic.
>Your whole body is on autopilot as you drive towards Twilight’s house. Thoughts and uncertainty swirling in your mind as you stare blankly out the windshield.

>Somewhere else, somewhere earlier. 
>”Are you sure this is okay, Twilight?”
>Twilight blinked, turning to face the source of the voice.
>Her tired vision blurring at the edges. Eyes red from lack of rest and the overdosing of caffeine. 
>No matter how hard she tried, there just wasn’t enough time to sleep.
>Especially with all of this.
>She blinked, clearing some of the daze from her vision, and focused on the girl in the corner.
>”You know I’ve explained this before.” Twilight stated.
>The other girl stepped out into the light a bit more. Pink and purple hair, nerdy glasses.
>Almost a carbon copy of Twilight herself, minus the school uniform and the hair neatly tied back into a bun.
>Other Twilight crept forward a nudge, rubbing her hands together awkwardly as she diverted her vision away.
>She wanted to press the point. Obviously.
>Twilight knew that. It happened at least several times a day.
>Even as much as they were alike, this world has still molded her slightly differently.
>A million minute differences in a million different realities.
>Sure, they looked almost identical.
>But this girl was much more timid and shy.
>Similar to Fluttershy back home, almost,
>But what else could Twilight expect?
>This world had no magic… naturally at least.
>The small hum of the golden amulet sitting around her neck provided some familiarity from Equestria at least.
>It wasn’t much, but it all she could risk bringing over unless she wanted to speed up the magical singularity.
>But this was getting off-topic, and she focused on the purple schoolgirl standing nervously before her.
>This Twilight hadn’t grown up in a magical realm of talking horses and friendship.
>Hadn’t experienced any cataclysmic events. Hadn’t had many friends until recently.
>And certainly hadn’t defeated any enemies. No Nightmare Moon, No Discord, No Tirek… and so on.
>Twilight had dealt with world-threatening events like this before, and knew that sometimes you had to make a few sacrifices for the overall good.
>Not that she liked the utilitarian approach, but there wasn’t any other choice in this matter.
>No, this other girl’s biggest fears were being late to class, and not getting perfect scores on her tests. Making friends, dealing with boys.
>And not the looming threat of two possibly merging worlds.
>Besides that one time at the Friendship Games, but she barely remembered any of that.
>Twilight stifled a yawn, pulling at the sleeves of the worn sweater she was wearing.
>It smelled of musk and mildew. And sweat.
>She had her own greasy hair pulled make into a makeshift ponytail, just enough to keep it out of her face while she worked. The bangs hanging just out of sight on her forehead.
>No doubt the result of the cramped, sticky air in the basement atmosphere around her, which hung heavy on the ceiling, muggy and wet.
>The walls were barren gyprock, with some hastily thrown down cracked tile for flooring.
>Combined with the dim, pale-orange singular light which swung from the ceiling, and this entire room almost seemed like a dungeon.
>But it was well insulated and quiet, out of the way, with a door that locked at the top from the inside.

>Not the most secure area, but this was really the only place work like this could be done.
>And the best area to hide away the magical artifacts she had smuggled from Equestria. Even if this world was without magic, there didn’t seem to be a lack of nefarious entities seeking power through anything magical they could get their hooves on.
>Or hands, or scales, or claws.
>Schoolgirl Twilight’s science equipment sat in the corner, running scans and beeping at random iterations. Tracing the magical aura leaking from around the Canterlot High Portal. The bars and lines trending upwards on the screen certainly wasn’t helping either of them relax.
>The other Twilight fidgeted more, picking at dirt underneath her nails.
>Twilight sighed herself.
>”You seen the data, Twi. You know as well as I do that this is the only way.”
>Twilight Number Two opened her mouth, and her lips trembled soundlessly in the air a few times.
>All of this weighed heavily on her, Twilight knew.
>”I know…” she responded, after a few seconds… “But it doesn’t feel right.”
>Twilight reached a hand up and massaged her own temples, the low fury of a headache burning in the depths of her skull.
>No doubt the result of little sleep. And the stress of all of this.
>”It won’t ever -feel- right. But it needs to be done.”
>The other girl dropped her eyes towards the ground. She wasn’t satisfied with that answer, but she didn’t protest anymore.
>And honestly, neither was Twilight.
>There was only so long she would be able to keep doing this, even with her fortitude.
>Defeating demons and big bads in Equestria was one thing.
>Manipulating your friends was something entirely else.
>Something that sat deep within her stomach gnawing away at the ever-shrinking sliver of her soul.
>”...I’m going to go bring the car around front. That way it’ll be easier after your done.” The schoolgirl said after a few more seconds of uncomfortable silence.
>Twilight nodded at her.
>She was desperate to get away from this situation.
>Not that Twilight blamed her. She would have traded spots if she could.
>”You don’t have to act like I can’t hear you, you know.” Interrupted a third voice from the corner of the room.
>Twilight sighed heavily, as the other purple girl used this moment to slink quietly up the basement stairs and out of the room.
>”I’m not ignoring you, Sunset. I’m just sick of explaining this to you.”
>She was trying to maintain an even tone in her voice, but it still sounded snappy out loud.
>Twilight turned towards the corner of the room, focusing on the red-and-orange haired girl currently sat on a chair.
>Sunset had her arms crossed. Her hair was a frizzy mess, her clothes look wrinkled and worn, and dark circles also surrounded her eyes.
>Nowhere near as deep or black as Twilight’s, but enough to show that she’d been up most of the night.
>”Your -explanations,” Sunset mocked, staring daggers at Twilight, “are awful. How can you do this?”
>Twilight was really in no mood to go through this argument again.
>It always resulted in the same thing. Both girls yelling at each other, and another burgeoning ulcer of guilt forming in Twilight’s stomach.
>But Sunset was relentless, her stone cold glare burrowing in Twilight’s skin, judging her.
>”You know why, Sunset. Just because you don’t agree with it doesn’t mean it’s the wrong thing to do.”

>”Yeah, I’m sure brainwashing your friends is definitely the best course of action here.”
>Twilight gritted her teeth together, storming over towards the girl.
>”You know that’s -not- fair, Sunset.” She said, jutting a finger at the girl.
>”Yeah, because you’ve been so fair to all the girls.... And Anon.”
>Twilight opened her mouth to retort, but stopped.
>Her fingers were dug into her palms, and shaking with tension.
>This would just result in another yelling match.
>She took a deep breath, walked a few steps closer to Sunset, and knelt down in front of the girl.
>Sunset’s piercing gaze never left Twilight’s eyes.
>”All you had to do was not tell anyone, Sunset. That was all you had to do.” Twilight started, her voice low but the words grated over her teeth all the same.
>”They have a -right- to know, Twilight. You can’t just go digging around in their heads.”
>There, once again, another belittlement to all of the effort Twilight has expended in this.
>This time, she couldn’t stop herself from rising and grabbing Sunset by the shoulders.
>”You think I like doing this?” She yelled at Sunset, eyes twitching in anger.
>But Sunset kept her posture, staring back unblinkingly.
>”You think I like being responsible for all of this? That memory-wiping is just some easy stroll in the park.” Twilight’s rant continued, her fingers digging in to Sunset’s shoulders.
>”What a nice, sunny day! Better crack into my friend’s minds and just screw around for no good reason, right? Because that’s the entire reason I’m doing all of this. Not like there’s more on the line than this, right Sunset?” Her voice rang higher and higher with each word, until she was basically shouting into Sunset’s face.
>Sunset sighed, finally looking away.
>”You know that’s not what I meant.” She replied.
>Twilight spun away, tossing her hands up into the air, the previous attempt at keeping her cool all but a distant thought now. Wisps of her hair flying in every direction and some even sticking to her face.
>Twilight knew she probably looked manic. She sure as Tartarus felt like it.
>”No, of course I know. It’s not like I’ve heard that exact same sentence a hundred times from you.”
>Twilight turned back to face Sunset.
>”Twilight, this isn’t right. Twilight, you can’t do this. Twilight how can you live with yourself? Twilight, you’re hurting your friends. Twilight, you’re scum.” She mocked, attempting to sound like Sunset.
>“I never said that last one.” Sunset stated lowly.
>Twilight ignored her.
>”You’re quick to condemn my ideas, but then you fail to offer any other possible solutions. Like shooting down the only thing that works just because of your morality makes you a better pon- person than me.”
>”I know what I’m doing isn’t right! I know it sucks! I know I’m hurting my friends! But there is no other way.”
>Twilight shook her head. ”No. Other. Way.”
>She sighed again, biting her lip to quell another emotionally tirade. 
>”This is all we can do for now, Sunset. And if you don’t have the guts for that, it’s fine. I’ll handle it… for both of us.”
>”But Celestia—"
>”Celestia what?!” Twilight interrupted. “The Princess is busy trying to prevent this whole situation from pushing Equestria into another civil war. You try explaining this whole thing to the nobles in Canterlot, or even worse, countries outside of Equestria.”
>Sunset looked down at her feet, avoiding Twilight’s gaze, but remained quiet.
>Not that there was a point she could make that Twilight hadn’t heard and countered before.
>Several tense seconds of silence passed between the two, broken only by the dull whine of the lightbulb swinging from the rafters.
>”And the others?” Sunset finally spoke.
>Twilight sighed again, wiping the sweat from her brow and pulling another chair up from the back to sit in front of Sunset.
>”Already done. They’ll wake up tomorrow with no recollection of Anon, just a bad headache and some implanted memories of being sick all week.”
>More silence.
>”Is it getting worse?”
>That was the million bit question, or dollar. Or whatever currency.
>Twilight’s eyes hovered over towards the computer equipment at the side of the room, with the screen that was monitoring the mana leak from the Canterlot portal.
>All the earlier prediction models were already being outpaced, even the more drastic ones.
>The lines were trending up almost exponentially at this point.
>And the more Twilight glared at the screen, the more she felt the knot in her stomach tighten and twist.
>”You already know the answer to that, Sunset.”
>”So then what am I here for, Twilight? You’ve already handled the others, and this seems a bit beyond just giving me a stern warning again.”
>Twilight took a deep breath. This next part wasn’t going to be easy. But the clock was already well past the eleventh hour, and as drastic as all of this had been so far, what she was about to do would be so much worse.
>She hoped that Sunset would understand.
>Because asking for forgiveness would be out of the question.
>Twilight lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Sunset and pulling the girl into a tight hug.
>Sunset froze up at the contact, before relaxing and returning the hug after a moment.
>Twilight mumbled something incomprehensible into Sunset’s sweater, taking a minute to savior the warmth and comfort of her friend.
>It was the first bit of stress relief in months.
>Which why what she was going to do next was even more awful.
>”I didn’t hear that, Twilight.” Sunset said softly, petting Twilight on the head with one of her free hands.
>Twilight shifted in her chair.
>”I said I’m sorry, Sunset.”
>To Twilight’s credit, she had known that Sunset would have never turned down a hug. Surely this clearly distressed girl was just in need of some compassion to change her mind.
>Twilight has also known that the hum of the dull fluorescent light on the basement ceiling would mask the gentle buzz of the magic accumulating in her amulet.
>And that having her body pressed close to Sunset would hide the telling red glow of the gem set within the amulet’s golden grooves.
>Sunset tried to pull back, but Twilight had locked her arms around the girl’s back, preventing her from pulling away.
>”Twilight, what are you—?”
>”I’m sorry.”
>It was too late for Sunset to pull away, even as she tried to grab at Twilight’s arms.
>The light burning from Twilight’s necklace shone dark crimson shadows around the room, and the hum of amassing mana in the air was much too loud to ignore.
>With one final crack that split the basement air like thunder, Twilight funneled the collected energy directly into Sunset’s body.
>Every muscle in Sunset’s tensed for one millionth of a second, and then she collapsed backwards in the chair, body rag-dolling as Twilight grabbed the girl before she toppled off onto the flor.
>Twilight gently lowered Sunset back into the chair, positioning her so she was still sat upright. 
>Eventually, Twilight sighed and sat back, wiping more sweat from her brow as she looked at Sunset.
>The spell would keep the girl unconscious for a while, at least long enough for Twilight to do what she had to do.
>If Sunset wasn’t going to avoid Anon, this whole situation would keep going and going and going.
>Again and again and again.
>She couldn’t afford that. 
>Memory delving was hard work, and having Sunset protest and squirm through the whole protest would only raise the chances of something going wrong.
>Twilight finally rose, kicking back her chair as she stood in front of Sunset.
>She focused, directing more of her mana into the amulet. The familiar hum and glow resonating around her again.
>Her senses burned, her heartrate quickened, everything felt more alive. Everything felt a bit more like home.
>How humans managed to persist in such a magicless world, she would never understand. Some form of determination and grit that would put the earlier settlers of Equestria to shame.
>Twilight never did feel comfortable here, but this tiny bit of magic offered her a small respite. At least until she got back…
>Which she hoped would be soon. 
>She took a deep breath, approaching Sunset. She funnelled the collective energy down into her fingertips, the digits glowing faintly.
>Plucking memories was like pulling a single strand of wool from a tangled ball. Everything else had to remain where it was, less you take more than you wanted or not enough at all.
>Twilight didn’t dare think about the more severe consequences.
>She placed the tips of her fingers on the temples of Sunset’s head, and closed her eyes.
>The other Twilight would be back soon, and it would be better for both of them if she had finished this before then.
>Twilight poured her magic in Sunset’s mind, digging as deep as she could. She needed access to everything. To pull every last strand of Sunset’s memories of Anon right out of her brain.
>And that’s what she did.
>She plucked, she delved, and then she plucked again, ignoring the flashes of memories blossoming on the inside of her closed eyelids.
>It was best not to look at the images passing by, lest she lose the flimsy willpower that was fueling her through this process.
>Another memory taken, and another, and another, like strands of black hair in an sea of oil.
>And eventually that was it.
>She sent a magical probe deep within Sunset’s mind, trying to find any other traces that she might have of Anon in her memory.
>But there was nothing, and after a few more seconds to be certain, Twilight withdrew from Sunset’s mind.
>Sunset twitched slightly on the chair, moaning some half-sentence in her uneasy sleep, but then was silent.
>Twilight stumbled back, her mind reeling as she readjusted to her surroundings.
>The dreamlike aura around her vanished, but the shadowy imprints of Sunset’s memories burned brightly on the inside of her eyelids with each blink.
>Her head trembled and roared under the pressure, and her stomach wobbled incessantly.
>It took a few more minutes of blinking and dry-heaving for her to get back to some sort of comfortable state.
>Twilight hoped she wouldn’t have to that again… but the faint images of Anon in her own mind said otherwise.
>”Just one more…”
>There was a noise above the stairs, and the door at the top opened, spilling light down into the basement.
>And the familiar, gentle footfalls of the girl who had left earlier.
>”The car’s out front… a-are you alright?” Her speech faltered upon seeing Twilight down on her hands and knees on the floor.
>”…F-fine… are we ready to go?”
>The other Twilight nodded.
>”Good, there’s going to be a change of plans, though” Twilight spoke as she rose, turning to face the schoolgirl clone of herself.
>”A change?”
>”You’re going to go back to Canterlot High and get Anon. We’ll drop off Sunset first, though.”
>”Does that mean she’s…?”
>Twilight nodded, ignoring the bile in the back of her throat.
>”Yeah, she won’t remember… and that leaves only Anon to deal with now.”
>”A-are you sure you’re okay… that’s going to be twice in one day you know?”
>Twilight tried to hide her grimace from the headache pounding at her brain, but her smile faltered and died on her lips.
>”Let’s just get this over with. Equestria and Earth don’t really care if I’m fine, this is much more important.”
>The other Twilight said nothing for a few seconds, but gave a small nod and motioned over to the sleeping Sunset.
>”I’ll help you with her.”
>Twilight nodded, and slowly the both of them managed to carry Sunset upstairs, outside, and into the back of Other Twi’s car.
>Twilight was grateful for the silence while the two girls worked. She wasn’t sure if she could say anymore without breaking down and crying…
>She slid into the passenger seat, content to let her other self drive.
>And there was only one more target left on the list.
>…
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>You pull your car into Twilight’s driveway, idling for a few seconds as you glance past the windshield and into the house’s windows.
>Blinds are shut, lights are off. 
>And there’s no signs of any movement whatsoever.
>Looks like no one is home.
>Or that someone is pretending not to be home.
>After a few more minutes of silence, you shift into park and shut the vehicle off.
>Pocketing the keys and stepping out slowly.
>It’s not like Twilight knew you were coming. But she had been avoiding you all week, that you were sure of.
>But she should have expected that eventually you would turn up. That you weren’t going to sit in the dark all this time.
>Especially after running off earlier.
>Unless she doubted your agency of course, you did wait a whole week after all.
>Given the chance, she probably wouldn’t even bother answering the door if she knew it was you.
>Wind whips around your face and hair, dark clouds sitting eerily on the horizon.
>Nice and dramatic weather. How convenient for this situation.
>You sigh.
“Not like there’s another option.”
>All the girls had been absent all week, except for Twilight.
>And the sick notes they provided to Celestia and Luna all around the same time was awfully convenient.
>Too much so to be a coincidence. 
>Much more likely to be a synchronized, coordinated operation.
>But once again, this was the only lead you had. And Twilight was the only house you knew the address of.
>Plus she has fled, which was literally a confirmation that she knew what the hell was going on.
>You stroll up the driveway slowly, hands hid away in the depths of your pockets.
>What if she didn’t answer the door?
>Would you just stand out on the porch until she relented? Sit in the car and wait for her to show up?
>And if she did open the door, see it was you and try to bail? Would you force your way inside?
>Would she call the cops?
>That idea leaves a sour taste in your mouth, but considering your earlier actions, that might be the line you cross when it comes time to do so.
>But, it might be what has to happen. For you to get any answers, anyways.
>Your shoes echo lightly on the porch, the front door looming ahead of your intimidatingly. 
“Do or die, Anon.”
>Not sure why you were making this out to be some tense situation.
>Maybe it was the feeling in your guts that something wasn’t right.
>Maybe it was the faint pangs of a headache that hadn’t faded since your weird incident in the courtyard area.
>You didn’t remember them barricading off the statue by the main entrance. 
>But then again, your memory wasn’t exactly the golden standard of reliability nowadays.
>The weird cracks in the concrete, that odd tingling sensation in your bones.
>That urge to just.. touch it.
>Wasn’t right. Didn’t take a genius to figure that one out.
>Celestia and Luna just pretending everything was fine. Maybe they too had their minds mangled a bit.
>But you didn’t know.
>Once again, why you need answers.
>Whatever, enough debating.
>You rap your knuckles against the solid wood door. And wait.
>The only noise being the occasional howl of wind and the sound of your heartbeat banging in your eardrums.
>A few minutes pass. Nothing. No one in the windows. No footsteps in the hall.
>You knock again, not so easily deterred, knuckles cracking against the door.
>Same result. A few minutes of you alone, with your uneasy thoughts and your even more uneasy stomach.
>You raise your hand a third time.
>Something behind the door creaks, and you freeze.
>Your imagination, or someone there?
“Twilight, you home?” You muster your voice to speak. “It’s been a really crazy week, and I need to speak to Sunset, have you seen her?”
>Maybe that would goad her out.
>But alas, nothing.
“Please, if you’re in there, open up. I need someone to help me make sense out of all of this.”
>…
>A different approach.
“Listen, we both know you can’t hide around forever. You have to go back to school eventually, and you can’t avoid me forever. Just come out and get all this settled away right now.”
>And there you have it. Movement behind the door. Finally.
>You hear someone fumbling with the locks, multiple loud clicking noises behind the door.
>And then it finally opens.
>Well, at least a little bit.
>The door cracks open a sliver, before a familiar purple girl peeks out from behind the frame, her glasses shimmering white in the low-light stormy afternoon, the wind blowing errant stands of hair around her face.
>Her expression is twisted into a deep frown, but it doesn’t look like it’s directed at you. Judging by her sunken cheeks and tired eyes, it’s from something else.
>”H-hey, Anon.” She says, trying to grin, but giving up half-way there.
>The two of you share an eerie silence for a moment.
>You weren’t expecting her to open up. And because of that, you hadn’t actually prepared for any of the questions you wanted to ask her.
>”Do… do you want to come in?” She breaks the silence first, adjusting her glasses to hide her face more.
>You guess that’s an alright first step, at least that way she couldn’t close the door in your face.
“Yeah, sure.”
>She opens the door enough for you to see in, still gripping the edge of the frame.
>It’s enough space for you to shimmy by, and you do so, your arm brushing against her waist as you squeeze into the entrance hall of her house.
“Thanks, Twilight.”
>All that anger and annoyance from earlier seems to drain from your body for now.
>Just looking at Twilight and seeing how worn out she had looked… maybe you didn’t actually understand the true ramifications of this entire situation.
>Surely there were things you didn’t know and wouldn’t understand.
>And maybe it was those things that Twilight was dealing with.
>Coming down hard on her and being overly aggressive in your behavior wouldn’t do any good.
>Not saying that you wouldn’t get the answers you came here for, but you would cool the anger for now.
>You take a few steps past Twilight, eyeing the familiar house. The hall that stretched down and around to the kitchen. The steps that lead upstairs. The living room on your left.
>Hard to believe all of this started with a fucking sleepover a week ago. What the hell had happened to those sexy fun times?
>Where did all of this drama come from? It was like some sort of God just decided ‘ah, fuck it.”
>Well, at least the sex was worth it.
>Right?
>Twilight shuts the door behind you, snapping you out of your thoughts.
>”Do you want anything to drink or something?”
>You shrug. Fuck it, might as well.
“Sure… thanks.”
>”You can go in and sit down, I’ll be back in a second.”
>She hurries away down the hall, head down as she looks at her feet, before turning off into the kitchen.
>Weird but… 
“Whatever…” you mumble to yourself, stepping into the living room and settling down on the couch.
>Fuck it was only last week you were playing truth or dare and titty-fucking Fluttershy.
>Those were the days.
>You sink into the soft fabric of the couch, leaning your head back and closing your eyes.
>You need a second to relax. Maybe you should ask Twilight for a little bit of booze in that drink?
>Although it was probably better to be sober for the upcoming conversation.
>You hoped Sunset and the others were alright. Even if they were just faking sick, being gone the whole week must have meant it was something serious.
>”H-here you go.”
>Twilight’s voice is next to you, and your eyes shoot open.
>God, you didn’t even hear her come back.
>You blink up at her a few times, before reaching your hand out for one of the cups she’s holding.
>Her hands tense up for a moment, almost sloshing the liquid out of the red party cups she has.
>”S-sorry.” She says, jutting the plastic cup in her left hand at you.
>You grab it, as she retreats around the other side of the coffee table and sits on the loveseat opposite of you.
>The cup is cold in your hands.
>Should have probably specified something like water. Hopefully this isn’t something Pinkie concocted.
>You glance across the room, looking at Twilight.
>She seems so tiny, like she’s trying to sink into her chair and get away.
>She has her hands clasped tightly together resting in her lap, twiddling her thumbs away. 
>And she still hasn’t looked at you since you came in.
>Like she was terrified you were going to do something. Or scared of something else.
“So…”
>Your voice echoes in the dim living room louder than you expected.
>Twilight almost jumps out of her seat, flashing a quick glance up at you before looking down at the floor again.
>All you can hear is the clock ticking on the wall. Each click pounding in your brain like thunder. You rub at your temples, trying to quell the headache.
>You looked just as tired as Twilight but it hadn’t been an easy week. And it likely wasn’t going to get any easier.
>Twilight hasn’t said anything, still staring down into her drink quietly.
“So… all of this…” you begin, rolling the words slowly over your tongue.
>How would you even start this conversation.
>Twilight turns her eyes up to look at you, the light from her glasses blocking her expression again.
“I’m not sure what to even ask, or where to start.”
>You shift on the couch, finally taking a sip of your drink to quench your dry mouth.
>It’s sweet, like water mixed with something. Not bad.
>You click your tongue, clearing your throat.
“Where’s Sunset?”
>Definitely the most important question on your mind.
>Twilight squirms a bit on the couch, her thighs rubbing together as she shifts back a bit. 
>More silence.
>This time broken only by the pitter-patter of rain beginning on the roof. A droning downpour that covered the incessant ticking of the clock.
>Must to the detriment of your headache.
“I’m not leaving without answers, Twilight.”
>She wasn’t saying anything. Which meant it was time to be more aggressive. 
>She leans forward, slowly placing her drink on the table.
>Hadn’t even taken a sip of it either.
>She pulls awkwardly at the length of her sleeves, still avoiding eye-contact.
“You didn’t hurt her, did you?”
>Something flashes in the distance, arcing through the room in a bright white light, and a moment later the sky ruptures and opens up.
>You don’t budge from the thunder and lightning, but Twilight almost jumps out of her seat.
“Twilight!”
>She jumps again.
>”N-no, god, Anon. I’d never do anything like that!”
>Finally, she speaks. Maybe now you can get somewhere.
“So, where is Sunset? Because I don’t really believe that she’s been sick all week?”
>You sip at you drink again. God, your mouth is dry.
>”Y-you know about her being sick?”
>You nod.
“Yeah, Celestia and Luna told me when I went to confront them.”
>Better to leave the other half of that story untold.
“So, where is she?”
>Twilight sighs, finally adjusting her glasses so that you can see her eyes. Even in the darkness of the living room, the circles of fatigue around her eyes are noticeable.
>”S-she’s home… and fine, don’t worry. Nothing is… wrong with her.”
“What did you want from her Saturday night then? When you came and got her at the club?”
>Twilight tilts her head.
>”H-huh… what do you m-mean?”
“Ugh… we were drinking at the bar. Applejack, Sunset and I, and then you showed up. Sunset and AJ went over to talk to you, and then never came back. I assume you took them home, right?”
>Twilight knots her eyebrows in what looks like confusion.
>”I…. I… don-“
“You were clearly there. I saw you.”
>”OH! Y-yeah… I remember now…”
“Speaking of that, where are the others? I haven’t seen any of the girls around the school all week, and I know they’re in some of my classes. Unless they’re -sick- or whatever.”
>”No, Anon. They’re okay too. Just h-home… resting.”
>You don’t really buy that.
“So, they’re not actually sick, but they’ve been out of school all week? And you didn’t do anything to them”
>”No! I didn’t do anything to them! It’s… uh…”
“It’s what, exactly?”
>Another big sigh from Twilight.
>”How much do you know?” She finally asks quietly.
>Here we go. Finally getting to the issue at hand. Although that was such a broad question. You had several issues that you wanted to know about.
“About what?”
>”Don’t play dumb, Anon. You know what I’m getting at.”
>You finish your drink, placing the cup on the little coffee table next to the couch. 
>Surprisingly your head feels a lot better than earlier.
>You shrug at Twilight.
“Enough, I guess, depending on if what you’re asking about is what I think you’re asking about.”
>Twilight stands, crossing her arms and glancing away.
>”It’ll be easier to show you, honestly.”
>You shrug again. That was fine with you. Always were a visual learner anyways.
>You get up off the couch as well, intent on following Twilight.
>But the world tilts to the side as your legs spasm out from underneath you.
>The floor rushes up to meet you, forcing you to break your fall with your hands to prevent your head from slamming into the edge of the coffee table.
>The gentle numb feeling in your forehead now rolls around in your mouth, weighing down your tongue.
>Guess you knew why that drink was so sweet, and why Twilight didn’t have any.
>You manage to raise your head up, even though it feels a hundred pounds too heavy.
>Twilight actually looks shocked, slinking back from you.
>What was it with your luck and getting things you ate or drink spiked.
“Y-you… drugged… water.” The words roll out slow as you struggle under your weighted tongue.
>”T-that should have been enough to…” Twilight’s stops mid-sentence, as she turns and runs out of the room.
>No.
>You were not letting her get away again. Drug you up and dump you off somewhere. Or do whatever she did to Sunset and the others.
>If she was willing to do this to you, you can’t imagine what she had done to the others.
>Haven’t hurt anybody your ass. Pretty sure this counted as at least attempted harm.
>You’re not sure how, but you manage to get back to your feet.
>Putting all your weight on the coffee table to support your basically dead legs, you start to pull yourself out of the living room by grabbing onto the various pieces of furniture in your way.
>You can feel the sick sensation spreading in your guts. The numbness spreading up and down your body.
>Maybe like twenty seconds until you were frozen on the floor.
>You stumble out into the hallway, leaning heavily on the wall. Pictures of Twilight and her friends and family fall to the floor, the glass splintering apart as you haul yourself along the wall.
>But she’s in front of you, fumbling with a doorknob as she struggles to open the door.
“St…op.”
>Even speaking sends a wave of nausea and unsteadiness rippling through you, and you almost collapse onto the little hallway stand you’re leaning on.
>Just a few more feet.
>She finally gets a grip on the doorknob, pulling the door open.
>The same second you lunge and attempt to grab you.
>Instead of crashing into her as she attempts to flee into whatever room she just opened, Twilight steps around the door.
>And you go crashing into the flimsy wooden barrier.
>Which is still much stronger than you.
>You bounce off like a ball, and collapse to the floor. Instead of finding floor however, the edge of your heels skid over what feels like a ledge.
>It’s like watching a video game cutscene.
>Your balance fails spectacularly, and the whole world tilts up as you fall backwards.
>But there’s nothing to break your fall, just more steps.
>At least the drink managed to numb you enough that each painful crack against the stairs feels a little less painful.
>Either way, the world spins, and the little doorway of light at the top of the stairs gets further and further away.
>The stairs end, and your head bangs against a cold, stone floor as your body finally stops rolling.
>It’s enough to knock whatever remained of your sluggish senses out.
>Can’t move, can’t breathe, and the numbness is all over, edges of black seeping in from the corners of your vision.
>And there at the top of the stairs, you can see it.
>Two girls, almost identical looking, standing side by side, the only difference being their clothes.
>They step onto the stairs, closing the door behind him.
>But that’s all the strength your head has left, and you let it fall to the floor.
>The loud creaking of wooden steps being the little peacefully melody that rings in your ears as the world falls away to nothing.
>You were really getting sick of this.
>As in you were REALLY getting sick of this.
>That’s the first few thoughts that ripple through your sluggish brain as your consciousness begins to boot back up.
>You know, after the horrifying “oh god where am I?” and “what the hell happened?”
>The slow realization that you once again had your fucking drink spiked.
>You were getting date raped all over the place these last few weeks, damn.
>You try to move.
>Nope that’s not working.
>Something rope-like and fibre-y grinding on your wrists sharp enough to burn.
>So you try to open your eyes instead.
>Oh wow, that’s not very good vision.
>Your eyelids feel like slabs of hardened concrete, weighing down your entire head.
>Well, you can’t move and you can’t see, but your ears are able to perk up and listen.
>And you hear voices, two of them.
>Two incredibly similar voices.
>”----said it would be enough to knock him out!”
>”Calm down, stop yelling. It -was- enough to knock a normal human out, either you mixed it wrong, or he didn’t drink enough. Besides, it worked, didn’t it?
>”He still managed to chase after me!”
>”Well, I’m not the one who knocked him down the steps.”
>”T-that was an accident, I just jumped out of the way and he hit the door.”  
>”Yeah, but it worked. Stop worrying.”
>”You didn’t see the fall, he hit his head pretty hard on the way down. Are you sure he’s okay?!”
>One of them is pacing around, you only know that because of the incessant clicking of their shoes on the floor, the sharp sound flaring up the pain in your head.
>Your senses are slowly ticking on, which means pain.
>From where you cracked your skull off the floor with that nasty fall.
>”He’s fine, I already scanned him.”
>You are most definitely not fine.
>Besides all the anger that’s heating your veins, your head is throbbing like there’s a jackhammer in your skull.
>And that faint taste of copper in your mouth isn’t exactly helping either.
>The weight in your eyelids has softened, and you finally manage to open them and get a glimpse of your surroundings.
>Bright light sears into your retinas, not helping your headache. For a second your vision spins and your stomach churns, but them your pupils adjust and the room filters in your view.
>You’re tied to a chair, which explains the feeling of rope on your hands earlier.
>You really hope this isn’t a rape basement, that could be a bad thing.
>Those two are still arguing but you’re not really listening anymore. You decide to let them know you’re awake with a stifled groan.
“Ugh…. Oh god, my head.”
>That shuts both of them up almost immediately.
>You’re about to say something else when a hand grabs you by the chin and pushes your head back.
>And you find yourself staring back at a pair of purple eyes, blinking as you try to clear the haze from your vision.
>And then there’s a blinding white light on your pupil.
“Ah, god! What the fuck?!” You complain as you whip your head off to the side to get away from the blinding display.
>”See, he’s fine. Pupils are contracting and everything.”
>The other voice doesn’t respond, and now you’re sat there blinking away the massive purple dot in the centre of your vision, trying to stare angrily at the figure in front of you.
>Almost a clone of the other purple girl trying to pretend she’s busy examining the big-ass science monitor set-up in the corner of the room.
>The computer, seems to be buzzing loudly and printing something out.
>”Hey!”
>Your vision drifts back to Clone Sparkle, who’s eyeing you with clear annoyance as she crosses her arms.
>God, the two girls are so similar you’d believe they were twins.
>Except this Twilight doesn’t having glasses on, and is wearing some old sweater/jeans combo.
>Looks like someone who is much older than they actually are.
>You blink a few more times, and the usual snarky statement you would reply with just isn’t there yet. Either your brain is slow on the uptake from the recent smack, or your way too angry to try and be funny right now.
>You decide to return the glare this Sparkle is giving you.
>”You ready to talk yet?”
“I -was- ready to talk before you drugged and almost killed me.”
>Clonelight sighs loudly, shaking her head.
>”Okay, that might have been a mistake—"
“Yeah, accidentally murdering someone might be a little bit bad.”
>Yeah, there’s the snark you were hoping for. Sweet.
>Sparkle looks like she wants to say something snappy back, but ultimately shakes her head and pulls a nearby chair over to sit in.
“Is this the part where you brainwipe me?”
>”What, did Sunset tell you that? What—” Twilight stops herself, and suddenly throws her arms up in the air.
>”This is going nowhere. Fine, I’ll do this a bit more hospitably.”
>She rises off the chair and walks around you. After a few more seconds, the ropes on your wrists fall away, and she returns to her chair to sit again.
>”Alright, we’re going to start over, and do this as quick and painlessly as we can, is that okay?”
>You rub at the red rope marks on your wrists for a moment, still staring ahead at the girl.
“Fine.”
>You didn’t want to make this easy, especially considering what you had just suffered through, but being a little bitch was just too much effort right now.
>Besides, now that your hands were untied, it would be easier to make a break for the basement door if you needed to.
>Just work that trust up a little bit, Anon, and use all those tactics you learned from those hostage survival shows.
>Not that it would be too much to take on two high school girls. 
>Twilight crosses her legs and rubs at the bridge of her nose.
>It’s only really now you see the huge dark bags circling under her eyes.
>You knew that you looked like a tired piece of shit yourself.
>But goddamn, this girl looked like she hadn’t slept a night in weeks if not longer. The shiny sweat on her forehead and her limp, greasy hair didn’t help either.
>You glance over towards the other Twilight standing in the corner again.
“So you really didn’t do anything to Sunset, especially considering what you just did to me?”
>She doesn’t even turn to acknowledge you.
>Instead Clone Sparkle speaks.
>”She’s fine. We didn’t know what you would do, with how you chased Twilight through the school earlier. We assumed you might be aggressive. The drink was my idea, so you can be angry at me, okay?”
>You sigh.
>Greaselight Sparkle takes this as a sign to continue.
>”So, I know that you’ve been talking to Sunset. But what I don’t know is exactly -how- much you know. Which is incredibly important to know in order to tell you what you -don’t- know, because there is almost certainly a ton of things you do not know.”
>She waves a hand.
>”So please, just tell me what she told you.”
>You glare a her a few more seconds.
>”The faster you talk, the easier this can be for the both of us. I really doubt you comprehend this whole situation, so please.”
“Alright, alright, just give me a second.”
>God, what did you even remember? It was a week ago that Sunset and you were alone in that closet.
>The blow to the brain isn’t exactly doing your faulty memory any favours, but bits and pieces of that old conversation slowly trickle up into your thoughts.
“Sunset isn’t from around here, is she…? Or you… for that matter.”
>You glance quickly over at the timid Twilight Sparkle at the computer desk before looking back at the girl in front of you.
>Clonelight sighs, long and hard.
>”No, we’re not. It’s hard to explain, but let’s just work through this, alright?”
>You shrug. Certainly couldn’t be any weirder than anything else this week. At this point, if she said she was an alien from outer space, you’d probably just believe it.
>”Sunset and I are from a place called Equestria.”
“Is that like a place with a lot of horses or something?”
>That’s really the first question to pop into your mind, the other being that Equestria was a really stupid name.
>Well, that and you were pretty sure there was no place on Earth called Equestria. That lent credence towards your alien theory at least.
>Twilight almost seems taken back.
>”Wha—huh?”
“You know. Equestria. Equestrian. That’s like related to horses, right?”
>You picture those little tracks with jockeys and stallions jumping and racing.
>She blinks at you for a solid five seconds.
>And then she starts to laugh. Not one of those little chuckles either. This is a monstrous guffaw that lasts longer than you want to count and leaves Twilight dangling on the chair trying to cover her mouth with her hands to stifle her laughter.
“Is—"
>Nope, she’s still laughing. Tears in her eyes. You just decide to wait until her episode is over.
>Eventually her laughter subsides.
>”Oh that’s great… haha, yeah, you could say there are a lot of horses in Equestria. Definitely.”
“Am I… missing something here?”
>She waves away your comment with another chuckle.

>”It doesn’t matter.” She clears her throat. “More important stuff to discuss. What else did Sunset tell you?”
>And just like that she’s back to the role of interrogator, the mirthful atmosphere that lasted all of half a minute or so gone in a breath and replaced with more tension.
>You want to shrug or make some non-committal noise. It wasn’t like you knew anything specific, more like you had inklings of ideas.
>But you guess there is a pretty major suspicion you can air out to the room to at least get some confirmation.
“So… Magic’s real…?”
>It wasn’t that you didn’t believe Sunset, it was more of just wanting a second opinion to be completely sure. 
>This time, Twilight simply nods.
>”Yes. While it isn’t native to Earth, it does exist in Equestria, influencing many parts of society.”
“So, what it’s like an element or something?”
>”It would take way too much time to explain how magic -technically- works in Equestria, it exists… like, just imagine  a force of nature, woven into the world seamlessly in almost all aspects of life.”
>Sure, you can take that for now.
“Okay, so explain the magic here then?”
>Twilight sighs, pulling down the collar of her sweater. Inside, laced around her slender neck sits a small golden chain, held together by some sort of red gem that sits in her clavicle. 
>It doesn’t take a genius to see the glow of the gem, or feel the grating sensation on your teeth as you stare at the artifact.
>”While magic may not be native to Earth, it certainly can be brought here in the forms of magical artifacts, spells, and the like.”
“So what, it’s like the stories and fairy tales here, just focus and chant some words or something?”
>Twilight grimaces, wrinkling up her face. She readjusts her sweater, hiding the necklace again.
>”It’s hard to explain, but it’s much more complicated than that. It takes a great deal of focus and mana to weave spells. Back in Equestria you don’t even need a magical item to produce magic because it’s so prevalent in the environment.”
>She squirms uncomfortably in her chair.
>”Here, however, you need a catalyst of some sort. It’s still an exercise of skill, and no where near as simple as you see in the movies. No silly catchphrases… most of the time, anyways.”
“So, if magic doesn’t occur here natural, and only can be controlled with super powerful, super rare artifacts, then what the hell is going on currently?”
>Twilight rubbed and the dark circles under her eyes, blinking a few times.
>”I’ll give you the quick run-down, just try to keep up. Doing this is starting to get a bit repetitive.”
“Fine by me.” You lean back in your chair and cross your arms, focusing on Twilight.
>She stands, gesturing to the room around her.
>”So yeah, you’re right. Sunset and I aren’t from here. We’re from Equestria. Different planets, different universes, different realities: we don’t know but that’s how it is. All you really need to know is that Equestria and Earth are connected now, for better or worse.
“Connected… how?”
>Wait, there’s no way she could mean…
>Twilight nods upon seeing the look of realization on your face.
>”I assume you know what I’m talking about here anyways.”
“You don’t mean the statue at Canterlot High? No way!”
>Twilight shrugs slowly, as if the weight of her shoulders is pushing down on her tired body.
>”Like I said, it doesn’t make much sense. But yes, the statue is the portal to Equestria.”

“I don’t take it that just sort of happened to pop up randomly, did it?”
>She rubs the back of her neck awkwardly. “Actually, you would have to ask Sunset about that one.”
>You blink, leaning forward in your chair, almost certain you misheard her.
“What? Sunset created the portal.”
>Another uncertain shrug.
>”Sunset… when she was back in Equestria… she wasn’t like how she is now. She was a student underneath Princess Celestia, the ruler of the Equestrian Empire.
>There’s a nagging feeling crawling up your spine about the familiarity of that name.
“Princess…. Celestia…. Really?” You know you’re making a very dumb looking face.
>Twilight exhales slowly. “Another very confusing aspect. People from Earth and pon-people from Equestria tend to be very similar to their alternate selves.”
>You hold up a finger to stop her.
“So… you’re saying,” you start, connecting the dots in your mind, trying to ignore how insane this all sounds.
“You’re saying that Principal Celestia is somewhat related to Princess Celestia.”
>”In appearance and personality, sure. Memories and experience and just about everything else that matters, not quite. Two very different people, it’s just.. like catching a reflection in the mirror. It’s technically you… but it’s not really you.”
>You’re not sure you follow, but you nod anyways, giving her the go ahead to keep talking.
>”So yes, Sunset was her student.”
>Twilight averts her eyes, picking at the frayed edges of her sleeves.
>”Things… happened, and Sunset fled. There’s a mirror back in Equestria, a powerful gateway between places. Whether it was by her choice, on accident, or simply the mirror being random, that gateway ended here, on Earth.
“At a generic high school?”
>”Like I said, you’re just going to have to accept this. Whether you like it or not, this is where we are now.”
>All of this is only making your headache work. You pinch the bridge of your nose and click your tongue.
“Alright, sure. Fine. Keeping going.”
>”And now comes the worst part. In Sunset’s haste to leave Equestria, the magic she poured into the mirror to establish and maintain the connecting to Earth was tenuous amateurish at best and catastrophic at worst.”
>That word doesn’t build a lot of confidence in you. You swallow the lump in your throat.
“Catastrophic…?”
>Twilight brushes her hands through her hair, swiping back the greasy strands. She stares directly at you, her dark purple eyes piercing into you despite her apparent exhaustion.
>”If there’s anything you need to know right this moment, Anon, it’s that Earth and Equestria are in incredible danger.”
>Oh… just some incredible danger. Thank God it’s nothing serious.
>”Untamed, uncontrolled magic is a terrible danger to whatever it interacts with, and now both our worlds are connected by it.”
“But if that’s the case, then why hasn’t anything bad happened?”
>You remember the weirdness at the statue, but that seemed relatively tame compared to the “catastrophic danger” Twilight was describing. 
>”You just don’t remember it happening, but it certainly has.”
>The sour taste in the back of your mouth is going to make you stomach sick. So it was true then.
“You did wipe my memories, then.”
>”So Sunset told you that too, did she?”

“She didn’t mention you specifically, but… who else would it be at this point besides the girl with the magical jewelry?”
>Twilight shrugs again.
>”Whatever…” She circles around her chair again, dragging it closer towards you as she sits back down. “Yes, it was me.”
“Okay so wh-“
>She raises a finger to quiet you, and you stop before finishing your sentence.
>”Just… just let me lay out this scenario for you, okay?”
>Humor this at least, might get an adequate explanation out of her.
“By all means.” You try not to let the anger seep back into your voice.
>”Even though Earth has no natural magic on it, there are creatures and objects on this planet with power. Now whether they were brought over from Equestria long ago, or from other places, we don’t know.”
>”Now examine all of these creatures and objects have a very distinctive aura, able to seek out and attract each other.”
“So they’re drawn to each other.”
>”They can sense the magic, it only makes sense to investigate, and with such a massive amount pouring through the portal at Canterlot High, eventually these entities and objects make their way here.”
“Alright, I’m following so far.”
>”Now, all of these people congregating in one area, well it leads to all sorts of chaos. Massive displays of magic. Now imagine if people outside the school saw this, or other students told their families what happened.”
>Oh. Yeah, you can see where she was going with this as well.
>”Exactly. Word would spread, eventually. Now of course most would just laugh off all of these stories, but it only takes one hurt student or destroyed classroom before you have a lot more outside attention.”
>Yeah, that would be bad.
>”You don’t want the government pouring into Canterlot High and stumbling around looking for the source of all of this, and you -especially- don’t want them stumbling through the statue to Equestria.”
“Wait! You can just saunter through that thing between words whenever you want?!”
>”Why do you think we boarded it up?”
“We? So Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna know about this?”
>She looks confused, knitting her eyebrows together. “What? No. Me and Twilight.” She gestures to the other girl still stood in the corner tapping feverishly at a keyboard on the console.
“So, they don’t know? They told me it was just repair work or something.”
>Twilight picks at her sleeves again. “Yeah… well it’s amazing what you can do with a little bit of magical influence and a little memory scrubbing.”
>You shoot her a dark glare.
>She puts her hands up defensively. “N-not like that! Just trying to make a joke. They do think it’s maintenance work, and it’s better that way. The less people that know anything, the less likely the word is to spread, and the safer we ALL are.”
“So it’s all about containment then? Just making sure no one knows so more stupid stuff doesn’t happen.”
>Twilight nods. “Essentially.”
“So… that’s it, then?”
>She shakes her head. “I wish.”
“It gets worse?”
>”Just bear with me for a second, just watch. It’s easier than explaining.”

>She closes her eyes, and instantaneously, you feel the air in the room start to hum, the grating feeling on your teeth and skull growing.
>Twilight reached back into her sweater, withdrawing the gemmed amulet and holding it in her hand.
>The necklace begins to shiver and glow, the dark crimson gem shining in the dim basement life.
>With her other free hand, Twilight raises a hand to her own skull, the tips of her fingers matching the red color of the gem.
>And like her head was a sort of liquid, you watch in horror as her finger and thumb sink into her forehead, slurring the skin around like water.
>Her face grimaces, and you see the sweat bead on her forehead.
>And another second later, she withdraws her hand, but her fingers do not come away empty. Between her forefinger and thumb sittings a small red strand of what looks like hair, burning hot in the air.
>Twilight blinks several times, and you can see the vein on her forehead bulge in what looks like pain.
>But eventually she relaxes and holds the strand out for you to see.
>You’re not really sure if you even want to look at it or not.
>Twilight turns the string slowly in her hands, gentle as if to not damage the thing.
>”This is a memory strand. Particularly, one involving the Friendship games between Canterlot High and Crystal Prep, and the incident that happened in the courtyard after the final event.”
>You’re barely listening to her words, more focused on the shimmery strand of literally liquid memory that actually literally exists right in front of you.
>But you also remember that Sunset told you about that event as well. The one that you have absolutely no recollection of.
>Guess this explains why.
“I guess me not knowing what the hell the Friendship Games are is partly because of you?”
>Twilight nods, scooting a bit closer.
“So what, you’re just gonna casually share a ‘memory strand’ with your good ol’ pal Anon to just fill in all the gaps?”
>She purses her lips, and sighs, finally bringing her chair over to rest right next to yours. You’re not really digging how close she is considering now you’re a bit boxed in, but it’s not like there’s anywhere to go at the moment.
>”Just take it. It’s not going to bite.”
>You tentatively reach out to grab the strand, almost expecting it to blow up in your hands. However, it simply passes from between Twilight’s fingers to yours without any incident whatsoever.
>It just flops and dangles in the air, like a limp piece of hair.
>You turn the little strand over in your fingers. It feels warm, and there’s a gentle grating on your skull like the buzz of an AC unit.
>The red glow from Twilight’s necklace distracts you momentarily. 
>She had a hand wrapped around her necklace, and her other is reached out towards you.
>”You’re gonna need a little bit of magic, so just… take my hand.”
>Some part of you wonders if you hit your head a bit too hard and this was just some sort of dying dream as you bled out in the basement as paramedics tried to revive you.
>Or as Twilight and Clone-Twilight unceremoniously dumped your body somewhere in a ditch.
>You sigh. Just put up with the crazy now and grab this magic girl’s hand to watch a movie memory that she just plucked out of her head.
>Haha… fuck.
>You grab Twilight’s hand, and the gentle grating in your head bursts. Like someone is running a chainsaw against the side of your spine. Tingling all over, goosebumps on your arms.
>”Now there may be a few minor side-effects, seeing as how you’re human, but at worst you’re expecting some slight brain damage.”

“Wha-?” You don’t get to finish your sentence, as electricity surges up through your body and the entire basement melts away again.
>You’re floating for a second… weightless and all the queasiness that brings with in.
>And then everything comes rushing in, the colors, the sights the sounds. Voices. The panic.
>The familiar stone bricks of Canterlot High bleeding in around the corners of your vision.
>Your eyes adjust, light filtering in through burning retinas, the scene before you…
>Like a long-lost memory.
>You’re on the edges of the school steps, watching in silent horror as the situation unfolds.
>Sunset and her friends on one edge of the courtyard.
>The shadowbolt posse on the other side.
>And Twilight trapped in the middle, her amulet erupting in magic, tendrils of mana lashing against the ground in every direction and searing the field.
>It’s like watching an old movie that you’ve seen before, but slightly forgotten, the familiarity and foreignness of this situation ripping at the centre of your mind.
>Other students around you, all with varying expressions of horror as well, watching as Twilight is drawn into the air by the pull of the magic, and engulfed in the evergrowing orb hovering menacingly above the ground.
>The aura of magic washes over the contours of your teeth, grinding against your skull in you ears. Some students tremble, falling to the ground, others fainting.
>And then she disappears completely into the coalescing mana, one last paltry cry for help before she’s consumed.
>But no one reaches to help her, not even her so called “friends”.
>Dark, turbulent clouds flash in the skies overhead, and the scream that echoes from the inside of the orb is enough to blow out your eardrums, as you stumble to your knees and frantically try to protect your ears from the sound.
>You don’t hear the bang as the whole orb explodes outwards in a shockwave.
>But you do feel the force smack into your chest, and throw you onto the ground several yards away.
>The impact is enough to knock the air from your chest and send you sprawling in the dirt.
>By the time you’re able to look back to the centre of the courtyard, the whole scene has changed.
>Twilight Sparkle stands alone.
>Not that you would even recognize her anymore considering her current visage.
>Feathery, dark purple wings that beat with a sinister rhythm keep the girl airborne. Velvet lacy clothing that shimmers and glows replacing her school uniform. Wickedly wild hair, swirling in the wind like a hurricane.
>And the black aura that radiates out from around her eyes, almost like teal fire burning on her face.
>She says something that you can’t hear.
>And raises her arms.
>Like lightning being drawn in, you can feel the pull of magic in the air, gathering in her grasp.
>And for a brief moment, the grating in your skull ceases.
>As she turns and blasts the Canterlot Statue, haphazardly searing off half of the statue. The result is immediate, like a bomb going off.
>The ground underneath fractures, sending splinters of blue lines scattering out in all directions, that ripple and grow.
>And through those glowing lines you see it.
>Unbelievable.
>Bright cyan skies, dazzling colors.
>Four-legged little horses, skirting through the air and galloping across the ground.

>Far longer than you are comfortable for, you continue to stare into the void between worlds.
>Yup, those are horses. Tiny, bright-colored horsies galloping around, only just not beginning to see the massive rift in the skies above their homes.
>Something speeds past your eyes.
>Wait what, is that one flying? Yup, not only are there land-horses, there are sky-horses as well. Huh. Guess you learn something new everyday.
>But the breach only seems to be widening. What was safe ground only a moment ago, the mana-frayed edges of dirt have crept up to just a few inches beyond your feet, the ground seemingly peeling back as the soil is boiled away.
>You probably don’t wanna fall down into there. That would probably kill you. Or trap you. Neither or which were very appealing at the current moment.
>You scramble away from the cracks on your hands and knees, ignoring the ringing in your ears and eyes.
>Others around you are not so lucky. Some students have almost tumbled into the void, gripping on with all their might as their legs dangle into the dizzying blue skies below them.
>Only the screaming is louder than the irritating buzz of magic.
>More students have begun to react at this point. Applejack and the others have jumped into action, running to help those dangerously close to the void, and pulling up the fallen students.
>The shadowbolts as well have started to help, working together with the CHS students, and soon enough all of those previously in danger have been moved to safety.
>But that hasn’t stopped the voids from expanding, and you watch as Twilight shoots a massive beam into the center of the courtyard, blasting tile and grass in all directions as the ground falls away in a pile of purple goop. 
>To be honest, at least the view in this life-threatening situation is cool. You can see for miles in this new foreign environment. Mountains that stretch beyond sight, and… is that a city built into a cliff?
>You wonder if memories can be exaggerated or are entirely true.
>Sunset steps in front of Twilight, calling up to the girl. Pleading with her to stop.
>Like the calm before the storm, the world slows to a crawl.
>No wait… it’s actually frozen. Everybody has come to a standstill and all sound as ceased. There’s a tremor in your body that stretches on for far too long, and with each blink, the light in your eyes fades.
>Like watching the inside of a dream.
>Something is shaking your side, but when you try to glance over, nothing is there. When you turn back, there’s nothing to be seen, just a black inky void.
>Something smacks you hard across the cheek and you yelp.
>Opening your eyes.
>The whine in your skull is gone, and so is the destroyed courtyard. All around you are four mildew-stained concrete walls, with one purple girl sitting in front of you.
>A wave of nausea runs through your stomach, and you double over in the chair as you slam a hand over your mouth just in case.
>”It’ll pass… just try to keep it in.”
>You swallow back the bile in your throat, and take a few panicky breaths. It’s another moment or so before the edges of your vision have stopped blurring and your gut is calm.
>You sit back upright in the chair, focusing on Twilight who is still sat in front of you.
>You notice she is holding the red strand again. Must have taken it from you at some point during the…
>The memory.
>Twilight presses it back to her forehead, and it slithers its way back into her skull as she grimaces. 
>It’s hard to imagine anyone could have forgotten that, or that any of that could have happened in the first place.

>There’s a whole bunch of new questions rising on the back on your tongue, and you have to bite it back to prevent yourself from spewing word salad at Twilight.
“That… that was all real?” Is the first question to leave your mouth.
>Twilight crosses her arms, staring at you intently.
>”Yes, exactly as you saw. Memories like that are hard to change. You may have noticed some fraying around the edges, minor details that weren’t quite there, but the central focus on the memory is usually a faithful reconstruction.”
“Fraying around the edges?”
>She shrugs. “Things like the clothes you might have been wearing at the time, the faces of bystanders in the background. Some of those are just a blur, usually.”
>Try as you might, you can’t really place some of those things she listed. Sure you remembered the students screaming and running for help, but their faces are sort of a muddled blur. The more you try to think on it, the worst pressure you feel in your head.
“But that… the magic, the portal, that was all real?” You can’t help but ask again.
>Twilight nods. “Yes.”
“Even what happened with Twilight?”
>The girl in the corner freezes for a second at the mention of her name but goes back to typing dutifully.
>”The magic inside her device overwhelmed her, amplifying her negative characteristics, this being, for example, her thirst of knowledge on magic. “
“And those cracks in the ground… those tears… was that…?”
>”Yes, that was Equestria you saw.”
“So… the horses…?”
>Twilight grinned sheepishly, “Yep.”
“So… back in Equestria… you’re a horse…?”
>”Well, technically we’re called ponies.”
“Uh huh… and the ones that can fly?”
>”Well there’s three main types of ponies in Equestria. Earth ponies, Pegasus ponies and unicorns.”
>You blink.
>Twilight rolls her eyes. “Come on, out of all of this, that’s the thing pushing your boundaries on believing me?”
>You never really attempted to imagine what aliens would look like, but then again…
“It’s just that knowing that intelligent life exists beyond Earth in the state of magic-casting ponies… it’s not quite what most people would picture.”
>”Well, that’s one for you and me both. Imagine coming over here from Equestria and seeing all these tall upright bipeds with hands and feet.”
>You still think it’s more of a shock for you than her.
>Sapient ponies… huh. 
>”Anyways, that really wasn’t what I wanted you to focus on. The crux of the memory, can you take a guess?”
>You rub the side of your face. This entire thing was beginning to wear on your mind and body. A whole week of sleepless nights certainly wasn’t helping either.
>You filter back to those gaps widening on the ground, the portal between worlds.”
“I imagine you mean those rifts of whatever that the magic caused.”
>”The reality tears, yes.”
“That’s not really a name that implies good things, is it?”
>”That is what happens when large quantities of magic are released on Earth. For lack of a better term, it eats away at the barrier between worlds.”

“That doesn’t sound good either.”
>”No. Not at all. It destroys the thin dimensional barrier between both our worlds, and if the incident at the Friendship Games is any evidence at all, Earth is in extreme danger.”
“I’m not sure I understand.”
>”What happens when you combine two worlds into one?”
>That’s not really a question you were knowledgeable enough to answer, so you simply shrug at Twilight.
“I’m guessing you know the answer, though?”
>To your surprise, Twilight shakes her head slowly, lowering her eyes to the ground and sighing heavily.
>”Actually, no. I do not.  I have theories, none of them being particularly good, though.”
“H-how bad?”
>”Three main schools of thought here, and these are very rough summaries, but try to follow along. One: nothing happens. Magic continues to seep through into Earth, but nothing serious happens. Sure, there are rifts here and there, but maybe something beyond our understanding adjusts, and the worlds learn to filter between themselves.”
>That didn’t sound too bad.
>”That’s also the “practically zero chance of occurring” alternative. Some of the theorists back in Equestria put that together to dissuade the princesses’ worries. Everything about it just screams foolish optimism to me, but it could happen. The same way that you could win the lottery every single time you played for the rest of your life.”
>So basically not at all. Great.
“And that’s supposed to be the best outcome?”
>”Option two: the barrier between our worlds fails, and both merge together. I don’t really need to explain the science to tell you that would probably be extremely bad, let alone try to hypothesize how it would even look.”
“And option three?”
>”Option three, the most likely in my opinion considering the evidence we do have. Earth simply fades from existence, as Equestria seeps through the rifts to replace it.
>What.
“W-what? You can’t be serious?”
>She shrugs again. “You saw the rifts, Earth simply faded away to the Equestrian landscape. No buildings, no debris made it through. It just vaporized into nothing.”
“And what happens to everyone?!”
>Twilight shrugs again.
>You’re not sure if her uncertainty was worse than knowing what may happen, or incredibly frightening that she had no idea at all, which could only mean nothing good.
>You collapse back into your chair, feeling the weight of this knowledge boil around the inside of your skull.
>No wonder this girl wasn’t getting any sleep and looked like warmed-up garbage. How the fuck could anyone rest knowing all of this?
>How had she not cracked from stress yet, you didn’t know.
>”So now you finally understand most of what’s happening.”
>You’re not sure you wanted to know all of this. You expected it to be bad… but not this level of bad.
>Maybe like tier one city-wide weirdness. Not this X Class 5 universal wide phenomena stuff. You were clearly not cut out for this stuff.
>Whatever happened to just getting drugged and fucking at sleepovers, right?

>Seems like a lifetime ago in comparison. So much for happy school days.
“And there’s nothing we can do…?” The words roll off your tongue like lead. Sure, you may have been thinking them, but speaking them aloud was an entirely different thing.
>”For the moment… no.”
>Her response sinks like ice in your stomach, and the spinning you feel behind your eyes is more dread related than concussion damage.
>”We have our scholars working around the clock in Equestria to put together some solutions, but like I said, this is all extremely new science.”
“Can’t you just blow up the portal? Sever the connection?”
>”And risk destroying two worlds? Not without knowing what may happen. Any drastic actions may have even more dire consequences.”
>Could things even get more dire than this? …You weren’t going to ask that question because you didn’t want to know the answer.
“So what… just sit and wait… and hope?”
>Twilight pinched the bridge of her nose, echoing your own frustration.
>”Listen, it’s not what I want to do either, but until we have something we can actually do that won’t backfire in our faces, the best thing we can do is quarantine the portal and try to limit what’s coming through.”
>Your eyes flicker back over to the computer in the corner, towards those exponential lines that look anything but comforting.
“And memory wipe people?”
>She sighs again. “Anyone that knows is just more likely to make things worse for everyone. So yes, I’ll do what I can to stop word from getting out.”
>There’s a moment of silence between you two, as you try to analyze and comprehend everything you just learned, while Twilight watches you with a cautious glance.
>Almost as if she expects you to freak out and start screaming or something.
>Which, you know, in all honestly, was one of the ideas floating around in your head.
“So how long do we have… until more bad stuff starts happening?”
>Another uncertain shrug from the girl.
>”If we can keep things quiet, who knows, could be a few months, a year maybe. But that’s only if nothing else big happens, and knowing CHS, that’s not very likely.”
>Oh great, you had maybe a year until everything disappeared. Almost literally. 
>The feeling of heat on the back of your neck from your nerves is uncomfortable and making you sweat.
>But then something else crawls up into your head. If information containment was so important, why was she telling you this in the first place. Something didn’t add up.
“Why are you telling me all of this, then?”
>Twilight crosses her arms, staring you dead in the eyes again.
>”Memory related magic is heavily dependant on the acceptability of the subject. Those who give permission are more amicable, and the process to extract memories is much faster, simpler and safer.”
“So it’s easier to take out what you want?”
>She nods. “Easier to take, less side-effects.”
>Ah, that made sense. All of this was to make you understand her perspective and let her willingly into your mind.
“So that’s your plan then? Tell me everything, and then wipe the slate clean after I give you permission to go rooting around in my skull.”
>”I can take the memories by force, Anonymous. I would prefer not to.”
>The cold tone in her voice puts goosebumps on your skin, and you involuntarily swallow the lump in your throat.

“Did everyone else not let you?”
>She opens her mouth almost immediately after the question, but there are no words for a few seconds. Her gaze drops to the floor uncomfortably, and she wraps her arms around her own chest, as if bracing herself.
>You don’t need to hear her say it to understand the message.
“And these side-effects you keep mentioning, are they bad?”
>Twilight blinks a few times before clearing her throat and regaining her neutral posture.
>”People can hide memories away if they want, if they’re skilled enough. At which point it’s almost like ripping out a scab. You may take more than you need, or not enough at all.”
>She leans forward in her chair, staring straight at you, but you can’t help feel she’s not actually looking at you.
>”Memories are what makes you what you are. The experience and results in your brain shape your personality, character, dreams, motivation, and the very essence of your being. Even taking them with permission can change a person…
>”Ripping them out forcefully, that can completely shift someone’s personalities.”
“But if you’ve taken them out from the others, how come I didn’t notice anything.”
>She knits her fingers together. “You’re not really close enough to Twilight and her friends to notice the subtle changes, but I’m sure you have noted a couple of weird incidents of them making weird decisions that seem a little bit brash or out of character.”
>That… that could actually explain a few things that have happened in the past while, specifically all the sexy shenanigans at the sleepover.
“That seems a bit… you know…”
>”People make weird choices when they can’t remember their past choices.”
>And then there is silence. It seems she has said all you has wanted to say.
>And you know mostly everything there is to know.
>Of course, that means there is only one thing left to do here. Something you’re really not looking forward to.
>Sure, you understand her perspective. Complete existential annihilation was a strong motivator to pretty much due anything you could in order to prevent that from happening.
>That being said, how much was going to be taken from you.
“Just one more question… how much would you take if I agreed to let you scramble my brains.”
>Twilight takes a deep breath, as if preparing her answer.
>”Everything you just learned of course, that’s obvious. Most of your interactions with Twilight and her friends. Mostly everything in the last week, your experience with the statue that Twilight told me about.”
>You grit your teeth. It wasn’t easy to hear.
>”And of course, everything related to Sunset.”
>You feel the air freeze around your for a moment, and you clench your teeth hard enough to make your jaw pop. Black edges creep in around your vision.
>You open your mouth to protest, but Twilight cuts you off.
>”Everything that possibly connects you to her or magic in any way needs to go. Sunset holds the same aura of magic I do, which means we need to limit out influence on this world. The more time you spend with her, the more it would rub off on you, which will not lead to anything good.”
“B-but…” your words flounder on your heavy tongue. “She…. There…. It was only a few things she told me.”
>Twilight shakes her head. “No, I don’t think you understand. I need to take EVERYTHING.” She stresses the word, and the sour feeling in your stomach only deepens.
“I barely know the girl,” you protest, but even that sentence feels wrong. Deep down, there’s a certain connection with Sunset that you have even if you can’t remember it specifically.
>And then it hits you, even if it was completely obvious beforehand.
>This isn’t the first time you’ve been here.
>This isn’t the first time you’ve had your memories played with.
>The foggy, undetailed mess that rested in your mind every time you imagined your past experiences with Sunset.
>It was her.
>The room seems to funnel in as Twilight scoots her chair closer. You can already see the glow of her amulet seeping through the fabric of her sweater.
>And the red gleam around her tired purple eyes.

>In an instant, you’ve leapt back off of your chair, knocking the thing to the floor with a loud bang, as you try to put some distance between yourself and Twilight.
>But you’re on the far end of the room, and you only find the cold wall behind you.
>Anyone else would find this situation quiet funny, seeing as how you’re cowering away from a girl you’re almost a full head taller than.
>But that dead, focused look in her eyes sends pure primal shivers of terror down your spine.
>Get away.
>That’s what your head is screaming now. That full fledged feeling of flight or flight pulsing through your veins.
>Sweat on your forehead, back, palms… just about everywhere really, and the heavy echo of your heartbeat pounding in your throat.
>Twilight barely reacts to your outburst, instead standing slowly and crossing her arms.
>”Come on, Anon. We both know this is the best way.”
>You can’t deny that, her rationality makes almost perfect sense.
>But the thought of someone digging in your head, taking away your most private pieces that make you who you are makes your blood run cold.
>Taking away Sunset.
>Ice in your veins.
“C-can’t we talk about this?”
>You both know there’s really nothing to talk about.
>You just hope she doesn’t know that you’re really stalling for time.
>Your eyes glance all over the basement, desperate to see any sort of possibility for escape.
>But there’s only one way out: the door at the top of the stairs on the other end of the room.
>Behind one super power magic-girl.
>The Other Twilight in the corner of the room has finally turned away from the keyboard. You can’t see her expression from the white glare of her glasses, but she’s definitely look towards you and Magic Twilight.
>Although it’s not like you’d receive much help from her anyways. The whole reason you were trapped down here in the first place was her doing.
>Which meant you were down to really only one option: forcing your way out.
>You have to stop yourself from laughing out loud at that one.
>Twilight just pulled a magic strand of memory out of her head. You’re sure that was a thousand times more complicated that just firing some magical bolt at your ass and pasting you all across the walls.
>But hey, it’s your only option at this point.
>Twilight shakes her head at your question.
>”I know you’re trying to stall.”

>Ah fuck, so much for getting away with that.
>She sighs heavily again. “Please, Anon. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”
>You shake your head erratically.
“I… I can’t.”
>Brief images of Sunset flash in your mind, as corny as that sounds. The feeling of her thighs on your legs, her hot breath on your face, her lips on yours.
>And, you know, all that deliciously naughty stuff you did at the club.
>Such memories would have made you stiffen up a little bit in any other situation but this one.
>But one thing was real, you had a connection to this girl, as if ordained by the universe itself.
>And you were not going to let that get snuffed out.
>Twilight’s shoulders sag towards the ground as she exhales loudly, resigning herself to what she needs to do.
>”Fine. Just know that you made me do this, Anon.”
>Her voice is neutral, even with the tremble on her lips. But that disappears as she takes a deep breathe.
>The little amulet hidden behind her sweater glowing ever fervently. 
>Oh boy, Anon. She’s getting kinda close. Now would be the time to do something.
>”I don’t see why you’re getting so emotional about this, Anon. You clearly understood it earlier.”
“Have you had someone take your memories?” You spit back.
>She bites the corner of her lip.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
>She frowns, furrowing her brow. “I am doing this to save -two- world, Anon. Emotions can’t and -won’t- come into play here.”
>Good, get here talking. Scoot and little closer… turn your body to get a better angle on the exit.
>”I promise, that when all of this is over, I will restore your memories… just please… give me a little more time.”
>She lowers her guard for a second, and the glow on the amulet dims slightly.
>Which makes this your one and only chance.
>You launch off your backfoot with all the force you have, basically throwing yourself at Twilight.
>You watch the initial surprise on her face turn to anger as she realizes what you’re about to do.
>In a better situation, you would have had qualms about shoulder-checking a girl. However, this was not a better situation.
>Before she manages to recover, you slam your left shoulder right into her chest. The impact is enough to send your teeth rattling together, and toss Twilight down to the ground with a loud smack.
>But the only obstacle in your way is currently in a heap on the floor, and the steps up towards the exit are the very last thing in your way to freedom.
>You shrug off the blow, plant your feet again and run towards the stairs.
>…
>And run towards the stairs!
>Uh….
>You’re giving your body the command to move, but nothing is happening. You try to look down at yourself.
>Yeah, that’s not happening either. Your entire body is frozen solid, and nothing seems to respond at all, regardless of how strong you try to will yourself forward.
>It’s like the entire world hit the pause button.
>Your limbs suspended in mid-air, and even your eyes won’t budge.
>Even in this trance, you can see faint glow of red pulsing around your body like an aura.
>The buzz in your ears only intensifies as you hear Twilight shuffle around on the floor behind her
>Oh boy, this was not going to be good.

>She walks around to stand in front of you, cutting off any potential exit… even if you did manage to get out of the magical paralyze which wasn’t even likely in the first place.
>You can’t look away with how your vision is frozen.
>There’s a little trickle of blood running down from the corner of her lip.
>But that’s nothing compared to the darkness in her glare.
>”That’s enough, Anon.” Even voice. Calm and deadly.
>”No more messing around.”
>She flicks her hands, and the world whirls backwards. You’re forced backwards into your chain again, spine painfully contracted by magic as you are commanded to sit down.
>She turns towards the other corner of the room.
>”Twilight, tie him up.”
>The timid figure in the corner doesn’t respond initially, simply standing there like she’s not sure what to do.
>”NOW.”
>That spurs her to action. She half-walks, half-jogs over behind you, and pulls both of your arms behind the back of the chair.
>Your wrists are bent at awkward angles, and something wraps around your hands to bind them.
>You would protest or more likely try to beg, but you know, magically paralyzed and all that.
>”You’re probably wondering why I’m tying your hands if I can just freeze you with magic.”
>She pushes back her bangs again.
>”Mostly just insurance at this point.”
>The Other Twilight steps beside you. You feel her hand at your side as she leans in.
>”I’m sorry, Anon.” She whispers.
>At with that, she steps away, back towards the science equipment, leaving you at the mercy of a very, very angry looking Magiclight. 
>Unless there was sort of godly intervention, things were pretty much over at this point.
>But that looks less and less likely as Twilight walks towards you, hands and fingers alight with magic and that dangerous red gleam in her eyes.
>She crouches in front of you, staring straight into your own frozen face.
>”I will make things right. I promise.”
>The glow from her necklace is almost blinding at this point, but you’re still unable to look away.
>She pulls her own chair up next to yours and sits down, barely a few inches away.
>She raises her hands up towards your temples. 
>Every fibre of your body is screaming at you. Run. Move. Struggle. ANYTHING.
>But there’s nothing you can do, except feel the burn in your muscles as they are bound by a force you have no chance to one-up.
>All you can do is stare straight ahead at Twilight, unblinkingly, as she takes a deep breath.
>The corners of your vision burn crimson, a sign that her hands are just about to touch your temples.
>You try to lock down your mind, forcing anything Sunset related down into the depths of your mind, anything that might help you retain a fragment of this girl.
>”It’ll be over soon, Anon. Just relax.”
>And with that, you feel the warm touch of her fingers on your forehead.
>For a second there is nothing, but Twilight closes her eyes, and you feel the ground beneath your feet disappear as everything shifts.
>It’s like you are falling. Your stomach roars in protest at the vertigo smacks you right in the face.
>The corners of your vision blur away into white, only the dizzy, blurred of image sticking in your eyes as she sits in front of you, the amulet burning like a mini bright red sun on her chest.
>You can’t scream, you can’t cry. You can’t do anything.
>Can’t do anything but watch, as you are ripped away in a white void.
>….
>…
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>You are…
>You are…?
>Where are you?
>Anon… yeah that’s right… but what were you just doing?
>You look around, but seemingly endless white stretches off in all directions. Bright, searing into your eyes, it hurts to look at. But the nervous feeling in your stomach is much worse.
>You rack your brain, mucking through the sludge.
“I was… I was…”
>Your own voice startles you, echoing off into the void unsettlingly as it bounces off invisible walls. 
>But that’s not all… each resonation sends the empty world shaking violently, growing in tempo and strength.
>You feel the vibrations crawl up your bones, forcing you to your knees.
>The light blinds your eyes, and you snap them shut to stop the burning. 
>Everything seems to be spinning and won’t stop
>Something above you splits loudly, like a crack of thunder, and you feel gusts of wind assault your body as unseen objects blur past you.
>The supernova blinding you fades away, leaving dark purple blurs on the inside of your eyelids. But you risk opening them anyway.
>You watch them speed past. Tiny flashing fragments of images and colors. Hard to focus on, some seemingly brighter than others, some so faded and gray they seem almost like colourless squares.
>But then there are more, larger, clearer…
>You see pieces of familiar faces and hallways. Places you’ve been. You hear names, sounds, sentences. Feel the air wrap upon your body, fingers brush on the edges your skin, lips caress the side of your face.
>One of the fragments brushing against you, and you feel the sensation of warmth explode in your body, feel water on your skin, softness of pink hair on your face, and scent of bubble gum in your nostrils.
>And then it’s gone, and those feelings disappear, leaving behind an uncomfortable void of longing.
>Your force your head up to see where exactly these fragments are going to.
>And honestly, you weren’t sure what you were expecting in the first place…. But it definitely wasn’t that.
>The void had cracked at the top, large fractures running through the ceiling a countless distance above.
>Dark red tendrils are seeping through, lapping away at the endless white, as they pulse and grow. The space beyond the cracks is dark, and every second you stare an immense fear grows in your body.
>Like a tornado, these fragments wrap around the red tendrils, whirled away into the darkness beyond. 
>And with each fragment that disappears, your stomach locks and tightens anymore.
>No. They can’t have them.
>The pressure holding you to the ground is unbearable, threatening to split you in half if you lose balance for even a second.
>But even through that, you force yourself back into a standing position, ignoring the gale of wind tearing at your skin.
>You turn around, into the incoming stream of fragments, searching for anything you recognize.
>Faces, people, locations, sights, sounds, feelings. Everything you could ever think of. It’s all there.

>But then you see it. Like a match in the darkness. Unmistakable.
>Fiery fierce red and orange hair, like a burning pyre on the edge of a Sunset.
>Almost instinctively you reach out, grabbing it from the air. The fragment bounces around on your finger tips, and then phases through your heads.
“What the—"
>Another blast of vertigo, and everything disappears again.
>You feel cold AC blowing against your face, lights passing by as you move, and the leather of a steering wheel in your hand.
>It takes a moment for you to realize where you are, even with the street lights and traffic.
>Air hits your lungs as you breathe, and the whole word seems to burst into existence.
>The radio flickers lowly, playing some tune you half-remember.
>Wait… isn’t this…?
>You turn, and sure enough, there she is.
>Sunset is there in the passenger seat, staring at you expectantly.
>There’s the tingle of words on the edge of your tongue.
>That’s right, you were about to say something… right? She had asked some question, but for the life of you, you couldn’t really remember.
>”Well, Anon?”
>God, it feels like forever since you heard her voice last.
>You’re not sure what you say back to her, but she smiles brightly and shuffles in her seat.
>How could these be memories… this felt so real… so genuine. You could swear it was time travel. 
>You desperately try to remember what exactly you did here, but that slug in your brain only peels away slowly.
>You can see the edges of tears on her eyes, and the trembling of her body. That’s right, she was just about to cry when you… when you…
>It’s almost automatic, like your body knows what to do even if your mind is slow and groggy.
>You shift in your seat, towards Sunset, and pull her close to you.
>Her breath catches with a slight gasp, and her shaking stops.
>The slight sweetness of her perfume tickles your nose, and you feel the sensation of her body against yours.
>Yes, you had pulled her close and then… 
>Instinctively, you lean in more. She does the same, closing her eyes.
>The wet warmth of her lips is enough to sear away the layer of confusion resting on your brain, and even as she moans into your mouth and presses her tongue against yours, you know the full extent of what this whole situation is.
>And what is eventually coming.
>You didn’t notice at first, but it’s plain to see now. The view outside your window has been mutilated. The street lights and passing traffic has been peeled away like strips of wallpaper, and you see that white void seeping in to replace it.
>No. No!
>The front of your car dissolves away like sugar in water as it creeps up.
>But this is a memory, and you can’t change a memory.
>You stay locked around Sunset, her lips against yours in a passionate embrace as both of your mouths peck and kiss at each other.
>You want to scream.
>It’s inside the car now, ripping away the faint music from earlier as the radio phase out of existence. And soon enough, it’s crawling up your legs, mauling away your skin and bones.
>You try your best to remember, to saviour the sweet scent of Sunset’s perfume, the heat of her chest against yours, her fingers on your face, her supple lips against yours. 

>But each of those things fade away as the void crawls over Sunset. Taking her legs, her arms, her chest.
>You watch in horror as it eats away the scene, until you are left hanging in the whiteness, kissing at the empty air.
>More vertigo as the whole scene shifts, and you fall to the floor with a loud smack.
>Wind roaring at your side, crackling thunder bursting in the sky above.
>You were…? What were you…?
>You blink, and look upwards again.
>The roots creeping along the ceiling have grown exponentially, covering more of the void. Like a demented, spreading vine, bleeding and pulsing as it expands.
>A grey fragment you can’t remember holding flies out of the gaps in your fingers, whipped away into the growing dark above, and you feel as if you are forgetting something important.
>The feeling that you have to hold on to something, and the flashing of fiery-red hair in your eyes.
>The ghost of a name sitting on the edge of your tongue.