>Be Anon.
>And you are currently sitting in your bedroom playing video games.
>As you sit in your beanbag chair eating Cheetohs, a knock is heard at the door.
"Yeah?" you call.
>The door opens and your mom pokes her head in.
>"Oh.  You're not dressed," she comments.
>You look down at your jeans and shirt.
"Um...  Yeah I am?" you reply, mildly confused.
>"No," your mom says with a shake of her head.  "In your dress clothes."
"Why would I do that?"
>"Because prom starts in a couple hours.  Don't you think you should be getting ready?"
>Your response is a laugh at the joke your mom just made.
>She doesn't seem as amused as you.
"Wait.  Are you serious?"
>"Well we didn't buy you that nice shirt and pants to just collect dust in your closet, now did we?"
>Mom walks over to the closet and pulls out your attire for the evening as well as some shoes.
>"Get dressed," she tells you.
"Why!" you demand.  "I have no one to go with.  And that's if I even wanted to go in the first place!"
>"Well your little friend Aero is going.  We thought you two could just go together."
>That confused you.
"No she's not.  I'm talking to her right now."
>You hold up your microphone to show her.
>Tossing it on your head, you try to get Aero's attention.
"Yo Aero.  My mom-"
>You're cut off by the sounds of death in the background.
>"No!  I don't wanna go!  You can't make me! Noooo-!"
>Static.
"Shit."
>"Watch your mouth!" your mom scolds.  "Now get dressed."

>About thirty minutes later, the door bell rings.
>Mom answers it, revealing it to be Aero and her own mother.
>"We're here," announced Aero's mom.
>"Come in!" invited your mom.  "Lets get pictures!  Anon!  Get down here!"
>You come tromping down the stairs and stop when you see your buddy all dolled up at your front door.
>She had on a cute, frilly, light blue dress, her usual ponytail was fluffed up and tied back with a bow instead of a scrunchie, her bangs were curled a bit, and she had shoes on.
>Oh, you gotta let her have it.
>You kneel down in front of her and pinch her cheeks.
"D'aww, my widdle Aero wooks so cute~!" you tease.
>She promptly swats your hands away from her face.
>"Shut up," she said, rather unamused.
>"Alright you two, look over here!" called your mom.
>When you do, she has the camera out and was waiting for the Aero and yourself to pose.
>"Anon, no bunny ears!"
>You lower your hand from behind Aero's head and stand there all grumpy-like.
>"Smile~!" she says.
>Click!
>When the picture prints out, your mom waves it around as it develops before the two moms look at it.
>It looks like something out of the Civil War with the two of you standing there stoic and grumpy.
>"You know, that's probably the best we're gonna get out of these two," comments Aero's mom.  "Can I get a copy of that?"
>"Sure thing," replies your mom.
>"Hey, how are we supposed to go to this thing if we don't have tickets?" asked Aero.
>"Got you covered," answered her mom as she pulled two tickets out of her handbag.
>Aero lowly growled to herself.
>"Alright you two, in the car!" ordered your mom.
>"I'll see you tonight, sweetie!" called Aero's mom as she waved her daughter goodbye.

>Your mom didn't let you sit in front.
>Instead, she forced you to sit in back next to your "date".
>If she expected you to sit side-by-side, she was gonna be disappointed.
>Neither of you wanted to be here anyways.
>You both just sat in silence and stared out your respective windows.
>The entire drive was mostly silent except for your mom trying to goad you two into holding each other or something.
>Finally at the school, your mom dumped you onto the curb out front.
>"I'll pick you up at ten!" she called.  "Have fun~!"
>The tires squealed as she peeled out of the school parking lot.
>You and Aero just stand there and watch her drive and even up to a minute after she was out of sight.
>"Well that sucks," Aero finally said.
"No kidding."
>More standing around.
"Yeah, she's not coming back," you finally concede.
>"Crap!  Do they really expect us to just sit here all night?" asked Aero.
"I think they'd prefer it if we actually went inside."
>"Screw that.  Fight the power!"
>Aero plopped her butt down right there on the curb.
"Aw come on, it can't be that bad," you tell her.  "Let's just go chill in the bleachers."
>Aero sighed and stood up.
>"Fine.  It's kind of cold out here, anyways."

>You give the door people your couples ticket and walk in.
>"Something tells me our moms are trying to set us up," Aero suggested.
"Well gee, what gave it away?  The forcing us to go, the couples ticket, or our moms trying to get us to hold hands and stuff?" you ask sarcastically.
>"I just got a sixth sense for this sort of thing," Aero replied just as sarcastically.
>You walk into the gym and finally see what's all going on.
>Apparently the theme this year is 1920's gangster.
>The music's alright.
>Usher isn't something you'd have expected to hear at a high school prom, but you're enjoying it.
>"Lets grab a drink," said Aero, already on her way to the punch bowl.
>She stands there and waits for you to catch up.
>"Well?" she asks.  "Pour me a drink, mister man," she demanded.
"Why do I have to?  Pour it yourself, you lazy bastard."
>"Now is that any way to walk to a lady?" she asked all dignified-like.
>She even put a hoof to her chest and fluttered her eyes.
"Ha...  Lady," you mutter as you ladle each of you a cup.  "Alright, now lets go find a seat."
>The bleachers were largely empty since most people were standing on or around the dance floor.
>You find yourselves a spot and take a seat, handing Aero her drink as you do so.

>Leaning back in your seat, you take to people watching and chilling out to the music.
>Aero mimicked you and leaned herself back with her drink resting on her belly for easy reach.
>"So you ever ask that Alyssa chick out?" Aero asked randomly.
"What?  No," you reply.
>"Why not?"
"Isn't she already with someone?"
>"Doesn't look like it," says Aero with a point.
>You follow her hoof and see said girl just standing around with her friends.
"Oh.  Well God damn.  Too late now, I guess."
>When you look back at Aero, she's nowhere to be seen.
"What the?"
>Looking down at the bottom of the bleachers, Aero was walking towards Alyssa.
>"I got your back, dude!" she called.
"Aero, no!  Stop!"
>She didn't.
>You nervously chug your drink instead.
>It's not alcohol, but you can pretend it is.
>When you hit twenty-one you can destroy your liver as a normal wreck legally instead of pretending.

>Your self-proclaimed wingman trots up to the girl and tugs on her dress.
>What appears to be a conversation takes place.
>Aero nods back at you and Alyssa follows, making eye contact with you.
>You take another pretend swig from your empty cup.
>The are some smiles and head nods before Alyssa starts walking over to you.
"Oh shit.  Oh shit oh shit oh shit," you quickly mutter to yourself as you walk to meet her at the bottom of the bleachers.
>Finally face-to-face, you stand there and smile nervously for a moment.
"Um...  What's up?" you greet.
>Suddenly a cup water splashes you in the face.
"Ah!  What the fuck!"
>"You pervert!" shouts Alyssa before she walks away.
>Practically everyone in the gym saw and if they weren't laughing they we're "Ooh!"-ing.
>Aero trots up, shocked at what just happened.
>"What'd you do!" she asks.  "She was all over you!"
"What did I do?  What did you do!" you counter.
>"What?  I just said that you're in mad love with her and want her to have your foals," explained Aero.
>It takes a second for it to click.
"You told her I want to fuck her?" you ask with your voice cracking.
>"Is that not what humans do?" asked Aero.
"Not that bluntly!"
>You take a seat and lay back in the bleachers with a loud groan.
>"Oh.  Sorry, man," apologized Aero as she took a seat beside you.
>She put a hoof on your shoulder.
>"How about I go find that Miranda girl and see if she'd like your foals?" she asked.
>You don't even reply, but turn your head and glare at her.
>"Or not."

"Whatever.  Want another punch?" you ask Aero.
>"Sure."
>Whack!
>"Ow!  Dick!" yelped Aero as she rubbed her shoulder.
"Want some punch for real, this time?" you ask, satisfied with  your petty vengeance.
>"Yeah, I could drink," she replied.
>As you go to stand, she punched you back.
"Ow!"
>"Now fetch, my love," she taunted.
"Yeah, yeah."
>Walking over to the punch table, you ladle yourself a couple more drinks.
>You've been here ten minutes and you've already got water thrown in your face and publically humiliated.
>Awesome.
>Turning back towards the bleachers, you spot Aero surrounded by three other fillies.
>Walking closer, you can start to make out their conversation over the music.

>"... Didn't think you were capable of pulling it off," one said, commenting on Aero's shoes.  "What, did your mom buy those for you?" she taunted with a laugh.
>"They are my moms," Aero growled.
>You decide to intervene.
"Hello, ladies," you greet nonchalantly.  "Here's you drink, Aero."
>You set the cup down beside your bud.
>"Ooh!" piped up another filly.  "Looks like you scored yourself a nice tall one, Aero."
>"He's not my boyfriend," said Aero with a light blush.
>You've never been complimented on your height before, but you'll take anything you can.
"Aw thanks!  I was just thinking this morning-"
>"Who knew humans could have such terrible taste in ponies!" the filly finished.
>The trio started laughing.
>That's cold...
>"Maybe you should just go home," started the last.  "Prom is for people and ponies who are actually dateable!"
>As they continue to laugh, Aero is noticeable curling up in her seat and getting depressed.
>Alright, that pissed you off.
>You poke the filly in the chest and stand up.
"Hey, how 'bout you shut your fucking cock holster before I-!"
>What a time to yell.
>As if God himself was mad at you, the music had stopped to switch to another song and the gym was mostly quiet at that moment.
>And now everyone heard you yell at this filly to shut her fucking cock holster.

"Uh..." was all you could squeak out.
>Aero was fucking laughing her ass off, however.
>The filly you confronted was flustered and puffed her cheeks out at you.
>"I'll have you know my daddy-!"
>She's cut off by a chaperone who walks over to break up the argument.
>"You," says the woman, pointing at you.  "Into the hall."
>Fuck.
>As you walk out, Aero's coming by your side.
>She turns her head and blows raspberries at the trio of hyper cunts behind you.
>Out in the halls, the two of you sit on the floor against the wall to try and cool off.
>"Thanks," Aero said to you.
"Hey, I always got your back, bro," you tell her as you put your fist towards her.
>She bumps it.
>"Yeah."
"And by the way, I think those shoes are adorable."
>Her blush made you laugh.
"My mom bought me my outfit too.  So we can both be losers together, I guess."
>"No.  Just you," corrected Aero.  "But you're my loser."
"Heh.."
>You check your watch.
"Damn, we still got a couple hours," you tell her.  "Wanna go do something?"
>At about that moment 'Lips Of An Angel' started playing to cheers from the students.
>"Quick dance?" suggested Aero.
>You shrug.
"Sure, why the hell not."

>You follow the pony back into the gym and pick an open spot in the corner.
>Aero stands up on her hind legs so that she's chest height and puts her forehooves around your waist.
>Your hands go on her shoulders.
>As the song goes on, the two of you slowly rock back and forth with a slight spin.
>You mouth the lyrics to the song and rock your head with your movements.
>At one point, Aero lays her head against your chest and one of your hands finds its way to the back of her head to scratch behind her ears.
>Aero's ear flops happily from the attention and it makes you chuckle silently.
"Hey Aero," you say.
>She looks up from your chest and peers into your eyes.
"Can I ask you something?"
>"Hm?"
>Now to word this as perfectly as possible.
"Aero would you...  Uh..."
>She lifted her head off your chest and kept staring at you.
>"Anon, what is it?"
"Aero...  Would you..."
>"... Yes...?"
"Would you..."
>"..."
>Ah screw it.
"Do you want to move out of our mom's houses with me!" you finally blurt out.
>Aero's face got all excited and she started jumping in place.
>"Oh yes, yes, yes!" she exclaimed.  "You have no idea how much my mom annoys me!  I'm on the verge of drinking all of her wine coolers!"
"I know!  When we graduate, they won't be able to tell us anything anymore!"
>"Lets do it!" Aero agreed with a light, friendly punch to your shoulder.
"To freedom!" you cheer.

>When the song finally ends, the DJ throws on 'Bohemian Rhapsody' and everyone starts dancing.
>Except you two.
>The rest of the night was basically spent out in the halls with other students who didn't wanna be there.
>You chatted about video games and comics.
>Aero turned out to be surprisingly good at hackey sack.
>In no time at all, ten o'clock rolled around and you found yourselves standing out in front of the school.
>Since your mom locked the passenger side door, the two of you crawl into the back together.
>"So how was it?" asked your mom.  "Did the two of you have fun?"
>You share a glance with Aero before shrugging your shoulders.
"It was alright," you reply.
>Since it was your mom driving, Aero had to be dropped off at home before you got to go home.
>As she got out, she stretched and tugged at her dress.
>"I can't wait to rip this thing off," she said.  "I'm gonna go pass out.  See you later Anon!"
"Later, dude!"

>As your mom drove away, she tried to get details of the night out of you, but you weren't having it.
>By the time you got home, she was fed up.
>Stopping the car in the drive, she didn't let you get out before she had a word with you.
>"You know, Anon.  Girls aren't gonna throw themselves at you like in the movies," she tells you.
"You can say that again," you mutter.
>"What was that!"
"I love you~."
>"Thats what I thought," said your mother.  "And I can't help but notice you don't have a girlfriend yet.
"Because I'm not looking."
>"And Aero doesn't have a colt friend."
"I know."
>"Well all I'm saying is that I want grandchildren in the next few years and Aero's a really cutie-"
"MOM!"
>Holy hell, you're gonna kill yourself.
>Graduation can't get here soon enough.