[Sunset] Rarity and Anon

>Things progressed naturally after the Spring Fling.

>Sunset Shimmer became your girlfriend and she cooled off, even hanging with you and your few friends on occasion.

>She still didn't care much for the company you kept though.

>Aside from Fluttershy, there's no one in your small clique that you'd actually expect her to like.

>But you're okay with that.

 

>School lets out and you wait for Sunset by the statue at the entrance, chatting with a passing buddy.

>You've been driving her home most days.

>Your circle of friends has expanded slightly as well.

>A couple athletes and fashion-folk that latched onto you after Sunset became an actual part of Fluttershy's group of friends.

>When those girls became friends again, the lines between students dissipated to some degree.

>You finish talking and wave goodbye to your new pal when you see Sunset approaching.

>"Hey Anon."

>She greets you with a kiss, takes your hand, and the both of you head over to your car.

>Opening the doors get you and Sunset blasted with the odors of your new occupation.

>Ever since you took a job at Pizza Shack your car has been smelling like marinara.

>No amount of air freshener could fix the stench, either.

>Sunset recoils and backs away from the scent, but hesitantly gets in.

>"Ugh. I don't know if I'll ever get used to that. It reeks. Get a different job, Anon. One that doesn't stink."

 

"It's the pasta I spilled a while back. The smell will leave eventually. I hope."

>"Yeah. Eventually. Meanwhile I'm already sick of it."

 

"Nothing I can really do about it, Sunset. It's a paycheck."

>"I know. I'm just complaining."

 

"I got that much."

>She playfully nudges you with a laugh as you pull out of the school parking lot and drive over to her place.

 

>"So do you have work tonight?"

>She says, unlocking the passenger door when you park in front of her house.

 

"Sadly. Lots of hungry people on Fridays."

>"Then I better see you tomorrow."

 

"You will. I'll give you a call."

>That said, you kiss her goodbye, wait for her to step inside her home, and get on your way.

>You've got work in an hour, so you kill a little time at home playing a quick game.

 

>That night.

>You've made a few deliveries to the usual customers.

>Pinkie Pie's always got some party going on, and usually gets three or four pizzas, depending on the occasion.

>Rainbow Dash orders half as often.

>Flash Sentry even orders a medium pepperoni now and then.

>You don't mind being a pizza boy much, but you hate always seeing people you know.

>It can be awkward bringing pizza to an event you weren't invited to.

>All that aside, you enjoy the fact that you can listen to your own tunes all night.

>Next house is coming up on your left.

>It's definitely grander than the standard fare for someone that orders out.

>Large white two-story with a black iron fence in front and a pair of cars sitting in front of the garage.

>You park, turn down the radio, pick up the pizza and get out.

>It's a warm night.

>You slip past the black gate and make your way up the steps to the front door.

>Always the question of ringing the doorbell or using the knocker.

>Why would someone even have both?

>Regardless, you ring the bell and wait patiently, cradling the pizza in your arms and examining the blank wall around you.

>There's a few laughs inside and you catch the sound of footsteps approaching.

>You correct your posture and slap a plastic smile on your face as they get closer.

>Then someone finally answers the door.

 

>"Anonymous? My, I wasn't expecting to see you!"

 

"Rarity?"

>She ordered pizza?

 

"I'm surprised you'd even order a..."

>You pick your brain for the order, thinking of the faint scent rising from the bag in hand...

 

"...Pineapple pizza."

>Rarity chuckles nervously and her eyes look away from you.

>"Ah, yes, well my parents aren't always so refined. Erm, not that I don't like pizza."

>You chuckle as you pull the pizza out of your case and lift the box lid to show her the toppings.

 

"It's alright. I'm the delivery boy, not the chef. You won't offend me."

>"Oh of course."

>She takes the boxes, hands you the payment and a nice tip.

 

"Thank you very much. Have a good night, Rarity."

>"You too, Anonymous."

>You offer her a friendly smile and proceed down the steps when she stops you.

>"Actually Anon, I understand this may not be the best time but do you have a minute? I've had something on my mind."

 

"Yeah, sure. What's up?"

>"If it's not too intrusive on your personal life, may I ask why you've decided to date Sunset Shimmer? She was a rather unsavory individual for some time before then."

>Not the question you expected.

>You run a hand up the back of your head and adjust your red Pizza Shack cap.

 

"Yeah, she was. Trust me I know. Though I uh, guess you'd know that better than I would."

>"Indeed I do."

>She says in monotone.

 

"Well, it's just the way things went after she asked to the dance a while back. Funny too, because I wanted to ask you to the Spring Fling at the time."

>"You did?"

 

"Yeah. I felt like I missed out at the time, but I'm glad it worked out this way at least."

>"Well I can say you've done what few would have dared to do. You're a good fellow Anonymous, in fact, I almost feel like I, 'missed' out."

>She giggles and you smile.

 

"Thanks Rarity."

>"Have a good night, Anon."

 

"You too."

 

>The next day.

>You lie in bed, having woken up an hour ago.

>You're too lazy to get up and call Sunset to make plans just yet.

>So you think about what Rarity said to you last night.

>She missed out.

>So did you, in a way.

>Dangerous thinking, you'll only find trouble if you keep pondering that what-if scenario.

>So you shake off those thoughts and get out of bed.

>You'll call Sunset when you finish your morning routine.

>You groggily go to the bathroom, take a piss, shower, brush your teeth, and throw on some presentable clothing.

>Then your phone rings.

>It's probably Sunset.

>There goes your hopes of gaming for a bit.

>You pluck your phone off it's charger and swipe the screen when you realize who's calling.

>"Anonymous?"

 

"Rarity?"

>"Oh good. I began to fear I might have dialed the wrong number."

 

"Target on the mark. I didn't know you had my number."

>"Fluttershy gave it to me some time ago but uh, we shan't speak of when. Are you doing anything this afternoon? I have free time and after our little encounter yesterday night I thought we might get to know each other."

 

"Sorry Rarity, I was going to spend the day with Sunset."

>"No need to apologize. Although would you mind if I came along? Assuming of course this isn't a romantic get-together."

 

"It wasn't exactly a date, no, but-"

>"Excellent! You have my address, and I'll be ready in a short while."

"Wait Rari-"

>"See you soon, Anon!"

>She hangs up.

>You're pretty sure that this is the type of thing that gets you in trouble.

 

>Sunset wasn't happy in the least and she let you know it.

>Despite the fact that the two girls are technically friends, there has always been tension between them.

>There's also the fact that Rarity silently holds the Spring Fling debacle a year ago against Sunset.

>There aren't much ways this afternoon can go right.

>Dread fills your stomach when you pick up your girlfriend.

>And spills over when you pick up Rarity in the Pasta-car.

>To your surprise she doesn't comment on the smell.

>"Hello Anonymous, Sunset Shimmer." She greets while she settles in her seat.

 

"How you doing Rarity?"

>"Wonderful. It's always a pleasure to meet with friends."

>Sunset groans quietly, "Yeah, sometimes."

 

"So I thought we'd go see a movie."

>You quickly cut in.

>It's best to nip any possible conflict in the bud and keep things under control.

 

"Anything you girls want to see?"

>Sunset is staring blankly out of the window again, just like she did when you took her to the Spring Fling.

>You can see Rarity in the rearview mirror with a finger on her chin in thought.

>"Perhaps we could see Grim Encounters? Sapphire Shores supposedly offers a splendid performance."

>A scary movie about a haunted asylum.

>Nice.

>You expected a romance, honestly.

 

"Sunset? That sound good to you?"

>"Yeah, we can go with that."

 

"Fantastic. I love horror."

>"Oh I agree. Unfortunately, I don't often have someone to see them with."

>"Maybe next time you will, Rarity." Sunset sneers.

>"Actually I believe I have someone this time around."

>Quick, control the situation.

 

"...So books are neat. Lots of information you can get from them."

>"Anon, you're a dork."

>You smile at Sunset and hear Rarity laugh.

>You're also suddenly aware of the marinara's odor again.

 

>You arrive at the local cinema and pay for yourself as well as the girls, all the while keeping firmly between them.

>You make sure to pick up a plate of nachos from the concession, as well as the standard soda and popcorn.

>You're not going to sit with Sunset on one side and Rarity on the other without chips slathered in cheese for emotional support.

>With the girls at either side, you find your seats in the dark theater and settle down.

>Various previews play and Rarity trades opinions with you during them.

>Sunset stays quiet and you take her hand in yours.

>She isn't happy with you, but she smiles anyway, scooting closer and leaning against you.

>"You've got tomorrow off, right?" She whispers into your ear.

 

"Yeah."

>"Just me and you then, okay? We don't get enough alone time."

>You drape an arm over her shoulders and nod your head.

 

"Just us then."

>Sunset kisses your cheek and falls back into her seat.

>The movie starts, pretending that it's a true found-footage story.

>It doesn't take long to kick into gear.

>Angry spirit torturing then killing dumb people.

>The usual.

>It's actually a little spooky.

>Sunset doesn't seem like she's phased by anything that happens.

>Even though a character just got beheaded in what is likely the most graphic manner your could imagine.

>Rarity, on the other hand, has a tight grip on your arm and often buries her face in your shoulder.

>You kind of wish Sunset was like that, even though she's a tough girl.

>The fashionista keeps herself glued to you the entire movie.

>It's actually pretty cute.

>More dangerous thinking.

>You really should get Rarity off of you.

>But her lavender shampoo convinces you to leave her be.

>You even came close to resting your head on her, the pleasant scent providing comfort during a particularly gruesome scene.

>But you controlled yourself until the movie ended.

>"Anon, get up." Sunset growls as the lights come on.

 

"I will, just let me get my nachos, shee-"

>You stop when you realize what you just did.

>A sleeping Rarity sits next to you, breathing softly.

>And you just released her when you reached for the nachos on your lap.

>Whoops.

 

>"I don't know what you think you're doing Anon, but you'd better start talking."

>The crowd awkwardly shuffles out with a few hushed voices chiding you.

>"He dun goofed."

>"What an idiot."

>"I'd hate to be that guy"

>"Eeyup."

 

"I-I didn't do that on purpose, I swear."

>"Is that supposed to make it better?"

 

"No, but I... I... It was a reaction, I guess?"

>You just McFucked up.

>"It was a reaction to cuddle the girl who ISN'T your girlfriend?"

 

"That's not what I meant."

>"Tell me what you meant then."

 

"Okay. Uh, she was scared... and I must've accidentally... um, comforted her."

>"You don't always 'accidentally' comfort the stranger to your left during movies do you?"

 

"That's completely different. I wouldn't know a stranger."

>"But compared to ME, she's as good as one, Anon."

 

"That's not true. I've known Rarity since Freshman year."

>"But you were always too much of a coward to talk to her, weren't you?"

 

"Well, yeah, but-"

>"-But nothing. Just take me home Anon."

 

"Sunset, I'm sorry."

>"I bet you are."

 

"I am. I wouldn't intentionally hurt you like this. It was a mistake, and I regret doing it."

>"Oh please. You're not going to fix this. Not now."

>Rarity slowly lifts her head and blinks.

>"I didn't expect to be capable of falling asleep to a movie such as that."

>Sunset glares at you.

>"Well Anon helped."

 

>"Are you okay, Sunset?"

 

>"Shut up you loser."

 

>"Oh how delightful. She's back to her old ways." Rarity deadpans.

 

"Please Sunset..."

>You reach for her hand, which she promptly yanks away from you in disgust.

>"Home. Now."

 

>Sunset wouldn't talk to you the whole ride home.

>She didn't talk to you the next day, either.

>Or the day after that.

>Not even the day after that.

>Rarity apologized profusely.

>You weren't sure if you could believe it, even though you told her it was okay.

>She had to know what she was doing.

>Though ultimately it was your own damn fault.

>But was cuddling Rarity really so... Wrong? You didn't kiss her or even go further than a hug.

>But that embrace lasted too long to be friendly, you know that.

>And when you think about it, you're pretty sure you unhooked Rarity's bra.

>She appeared to be attempting to stealthily fix it on the drive back.

>She'd shift uncomfortably and reach an arm back every now and then.

>tfw you went further with Rarity than you have with your own girlfriend.

>You groan in frustration when you park your car in the school parking lot.

>You usually took Sunset to school, too.

>You miss her.

>With a click, you unbuckle yourself and push the car door open.

>You stand for only a moment before plopping back into the driver's seat with a heavy sigh.

>Boner, stop.

>It must've reacted to the thought of Rarity's unrestrained breasts.

>Your mind gets locked onto the thought of Rarity naked.

>You sit sad and alone, the only other presence being a hard-on that keeps intensifying with every lingering thought.

>Then suddenly, a car blazes past.

>It's the same car that's been speeding by like an ass since the week began.

>The roar of it's rapid approach makes you jump.

>You usually hate people with loud engines.

>But that last one killed your stiffy, so you feel somewhat grateful.

>You finally get up and see Sunset on the sidewalk heading to school.

>So now's your chance.

 

"Hey! Sunset!"

>She slows to a stop and turns to look at you.

>She doesn't appear to be mad, either.

>"Hey Anon." She greets when you get close.

 

"Sunset, I'm sorry for what happened at the movies."

>"No, it's alright Anon."

 

"It's not. I should've just been upfront with Rarity and told her it was a day for only me and you."

>"Yeah you should have, but it's alright. I'm over it."

 

"...Really?"

>"Mostly. I thought about it a bit, and... Yeah, I'm still jealous but you could have been making out with Rarity or fondling her."

>You bite your tongue.

>"So I forgive you."

 

"You don't know how happy I am to hear you say that."

>"Yeah, now get out of the way. Flash is waiting for me inside."

 

"What?"

>"Hope she's worth it."

>Sunset pushes past you.

 

"Wait, WHAT?"

>You jump to stop her, but she's already facing you again, her expression blank.

>"I gave you your second chance Anon. You don't get a third."

 

"Sunset, hang on! What the hell? Flash?!"

>"I can trust him, got it? Not you. Not anymore."

 

"I-I just... Sunset no. Don't end it like this."

>Her face is as cold as the night you picked her up for the Spring Fling.

>And you feel a weight grow in your chest, threatening to expand.

>Now your throat swells, and you understand the scope of how badly you messed up.

>"I just did."

 

>Your world feels as though it shattered, and your legs grow weak.

>They barely hold you up while you stare at the unforgiving face of your ex-girlfriend.

>This can't be it.

>Not because of a stupid mistake.

 

"Please don't be serious."

>You beg in despair and gaze into her eyes

>Sunset Shimmer, the most valuable person in your life just...

 

>...breaks out in laughter.

>She falls to her knees, hand on her sides and continues to mock your pain.

>"Oh, Anon, I can't breathe!" She gasps.

 

 

"Why are you-"

>"I can't believe you thought I was serious, you dork!"

>Before you can say another word, she presses her lips against your own.

>Then roughly shoves you away and smiles mischievously.

>"Yes, I was pretty angry with you, but really? Thinking I'd have already replaced you?"

>She continues to laugh and hugs you tight.

>In an instant, your world reconstructs itself and your heart soars to new heights.

>Turns out she just wanted to play with your emotions.

>That's nice.

 

"Okay what I did was stupid, but an accident. This was just plain mean."

>"You deserved it, jerk. You unhooked Rarity's bra on a day that was supposed to be ours."

 

"Still an accident."

>"Yeah, right."

>You hold her like you never want to let her go, and savor the moment.

>She emasculated you just a minute ago, but you didn't care.

>That's the kind of girl she is.

>You were just happy to know you didn't ruin anything.

>"Do something like that again though, and I'll make you relive the Fall Formal." She threatens with venom.

 

"You practically made me brown my trousers a second ago. I've learned my lesson."

>"Good. Now you can help me with paying back Rarity. Like a good boyfriend."

 

"Never change, Sunset."

>"Wouldn't dream of it. Oh, and Anon?"

 

"Yeah?"

>"Seriously? Get a new job. I can smell the pasta from here."

 

"It's pretty much spilling out of my pockets at this point."