- >You are Anonymous
- >18 and in your senior year at Canterlot High
- >It’s that fucking time of the year again
- >Fall Formal
- >Maybe you were some sort of beta loser, but you were never a fan of high school dances
- >In fact you hated even the thought of them
- >You had yet to attend one, and you wanted to keep it that way
- >But alas, it is your senior year, and something is pulling at your thoughts saying “Fuck it dude, do it once just so you can say you experienced it.”
- >You aren’t even sure who you’d ask but the thought has been wracking your mind lately
- >”Hey Anon”
- “Oh Hey Fluttershy, how are you on this fine morning?”
- >You had been so wrapped up in your thinking that you had almost completely forgotten you were walking to school
- >As usual, you walked past Fluttershy’s house and the two of you would walk the rest of the way together
- >Fluttershy had been the closest thing to a best friend you had had since you transferred to Canterlot High during your freshman year
- >It was weird to you, having a girl as a best friend, but she always tried to be there for you, and you the same for her
- >”I’m feeling pretty good this morning, Anon, how about you?”
- >You never feel “good” in the morning, you never sleep enough, and it’s probably quite apparent to the rest of the world
- “I’m feeling great.”
- >a bit of a fib, but you don’t like to poison the rest of the world with your problems
- >”That’s nice Anon. So… have you thought about who you’re taking to the Fall Formal this year?”
- >a light hearted joke, she knew how much you disliked dances, she wasn’t a huge fan herself, as far as you knew
- >You both have a quick chuckle
- “You know, in all seriousness, I was actually considering going this year, just because, you know, last year at high school and all.”
- >She gives you a surprised look
- >”R-really now Anon? So, I guess, uhm, did you have anybody you were planning on asking yet?”
- “No, not really, maybe, I don’t know. It really only crossed my mind for the first time a couple nights ago.”
- >”Hmm, well, uhm, that’s… interesting…”
- >The two of you had already made it to the school’s courtyard
- >These walks don’t take long enough.
- >There’s a slight awkward silence, that’s not a fun feel, time to break that
- “Fuuuck, I hate school.”
- >Fluttershy seems somewhat angry about something now, but seems alright with the subject change
- >”Well, at least we’re almost out of here, just look at it that way, Anon.”
- >Any other person wouldn’t have picked up that she was angry, but you had known her for so long now
- “You alright Flutters?”
- >She looks down at the ground for a second, then looks back at you
- “Yeah, I just forgot to do that stupid assignment Mr. Neigh gave us for anatomy.”
- >It WAS a stupid assignment; the whole class was tedious, nothing more than vocabulary memorization
- “Did you want to copy mine?”
- >”No, it’s 8th period, I should be able to get it done.”
- “Well okay then, I guess I’ll see you at lunch. Later.”
- >You can tell that’s not what she was angry about, but, meh she’ll be fine
- >Women.
- >As per usual, you go through your morning classes in half-ass mode, because you can’t be bothered to care about this stupid shit
- >It was high school; you could not show up and have straight A’s
- >The only notable class you had all morning was cooking, which wasn’t mentally challenging at all, but it was always interesting seeing Pinkie Pie.
- >She was your cooking partner; that should really sum it up
- >She was one of Fluttershy’s friends, and because of that your friend
- >Then again she was everyone’s friend, extroverted as could be
- >Even within her closest circle of friends you don’t think she really had a “best” friend, which would have bothered you, but she seemed happy enough
- >”So, Nonny, I heard you’re going to FALL FORMAL~ this year!”
- >Fluttershy must have told her in one of her morning classes
- >And Pinkie said that just loud enough for everyone to stare into your little cooking corner
- >You don’t look, but you can only imagine condescending glares coupled with “Wow the freak is going to do something normal for once” thoughts
- >Given; it’s a cooking class it’s filled with jocks and dumb sluts
- >You aren’t too concerned with their opinions, but wowzer do you regret this class choice sometimes
- >You give Pinkie a “Quiet the fuck down, you know I hate that shit” glare, and nod yes.
- >She luckily takes the hint and asks you in a much quieter voice
- >”So, who you gonna take nonny?”
- “I don’t know Pinkie, I’ll figure it out.”
- >”Well okay, but just so you know you won’t regret it, it’ll be super-duper fun, I pinkie promise!”
- >You give her another nod and finish up with you baking assignment
- >Really early too, pretty badass having Pinkie as a partner, in that regard
- >She’s distracted talking some of the other students, and you have a good 15 minutes to kill
- >You ask the teacher if you can use the restroom, grab your shit and leave to go walk the halls
- >because fuck socializing
- >You put on your headphones and tune in to some patrish beats
- >http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mZqGxkYOFY
- >You’re feeling pretty on top of the world now, listening to your tunes away from everyone else and finally getting over how exhausted you are from lack of sleep
- >maybe you should go to bed earlier
- >nah fuck that, the night’s cool
- >As you cruise down the hallways you notice the qt3.14/10 blue girl you always check out
- >Yes, Trixie, she must be late for some reason again
- >You knew a bit about her, she was sort of an outcast because of her overbearing attitude, and how full of herself she was
- >That and she wasn’t born into a rich family, that weighed in more than one might think at Canterlot high
- >It was part of the reason you were looked down upon by the more “normal” sorts at the school
- >For whatever reason you found all of that attractive
- >Something just screamed to you like “Hey, she may seem like a cunt, but I bet she’s cool if you get to know her.”
- >Of course, given your less than outgoing nature, you had yet to make an attempt to get to know her
- >In all of your thinking you completely forget you’ve been awkwardly staring at her the whole time while you’ve been walking
- >You really need to quit narrating your life through inner monologue
- >She’s giving you a weird look, and you immediately break eye contact and continue down the hallway
- >before you know it you just barely hear the sound of the lunch bell
- >To bad you’re on the other side of the school
- >Oh well, last to lunch again, not like you care
- >You get your generic government issued food and head over to sit down
- >You typically sit with the Eco kids, simply because Fluttershy sits there
- >Plus the eco table is the only one not full of pretentious douchebags
- >Pretty open minded fellows, nice taste in music
- >You even jammed with them off and on
- >You couldn’t stand the rocker table, obsessed generic dadrock pleb shit
- >and best of all the didn’t judge by materialistic standards, since most of them weren’t born into riches either
- >You fit in relatively well
- >You sit down next to Fluttershy
- “Did you get your anatomy done?”
- >”What? OH! I mean, uhm… yeah.”
- “Well that’s good. So, you told Pinkie I was going to the Fall Formal?”
- >”Oh, Anon, I’m sorry did you not want anyone to know? Did she make a scene or something, I’m so sorry Anon. I’m really sorr-“
- “No it’s fine, she made a bit of one, but that’s just Pinkie, you know? It’s all good.”
- >”O-oh, okay, so, uhm… have you thought about who you’re going to ask to the fall formal?”
- “Well, not really, but….”
- >You think back to how you always wanted to get to know Trixie better
- >You quickly glance over to the table she sits at
- >Just her and Vinyl
- >”…but what Anon?”
- >She looks at you expectantly
- >You look at Trixie and then back to her
- “Do you really want to know?”
- >”Well, sure Anon, I don’t see why not.”
- “Trixie,maybe,Idon’tknow”
- >You mumble your words at the end
- >She gives you a confused look
- >“Why would you ever? She’s like, uhm, a huge….. bitch.”
- >Her volume decreased with every word
- >She has that passive angry look again
- >Could she…
- >No, there’s no way, you’ve been friends for so long
- “I don’t know she’s just… I feel like if I got to know her she’d be cool.”
- >”It’s just, well, are you sure you want to do that?”
- >You think about it for a moment
- >She looks at you and then quietly says
- >”Well if that’s what you want Anon, you should go ask her.”
- “Are you sure, I don’t know, she probably won’t say yes anyway.”
- >”Well you won’t know unless you try.”
- >That’s a bit hypocritical of her to say, but you don’t comment
- >Fuck it; it’s your last year, who cares if you smear your image
- “Okay, I’ll give it an attempt.”
- >She nods
- >You get up and head over to Trixie’s table
- >Everyone else is sitting down, so you stick out like a sore thumb
- >You know you’re getting stares again
- >You sit down at the table
- >Trixie and Vinyl just stare at you
- >Fuck this is awkward as fuck, why did you do this to yourself
- “So…”
- >Trixie interrupts you
- >“What brings a weirdo like you to Trixie’s table?”
- >Ouch, this is bad, none of this is good
- >Vinyl is snickering at your predicament
- >Trixie is blushing hardcore
- >Meh fuck it, go full alpha, this situation is too spaghetti and beta ridden to be saved by anything else
- “Would you perhaps like to attend the Fall formal with me?”
- >She somehow blushes hard then she was and says in a very loud voice
- >”AS IF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE WOULD ATTEND THE FALL FORMAL WITH THE LIKES OF YOU!”
- >Everyone stares
- >Why the fuck did you do this
- >Well, fuck this shit; rejection hurts, a lot, especially when it’s that public
- >You walk back to your originally table, dejectedly
- >You sit back down with the eco kids
- >You quickly finish your lunch while Fluttershy tries to tell you how it’s not so bad, but you know she’s just lying to try to make the situation less awful
- “Fluttershy, I appreciate the sentiment, but please, not right now.”
- >”A-are you sure Anon? I only want to-“
- “Yes, I’m sure, I’ll talk to you later or something, I want to be alone now.”
- >”Oh… okay Anonymous, I’ll see you in anatomy then.”
- >Shit, now she’s feeling bad because you’re depressed
- >Now you feel like an asshole on top of everything else
- >Meh, you have Physics with Mr. Discord next
- >You don’t know how, but the guy always cheers you up
- >You’re seriously doubting he will today, however
- >You finally take a right and turn into the Physics room
- >Luckily, it’s empty, other than Discord, who is sitting at his desk, reading the paper, and sipping on some coffee
- >”Hello Anon! How are you doing on this wonderfully chaotic day?”
- >Oh, if only he knew
- >You put on a fake smile, and a fake happy tone and say
- “Very well Discord, thanks for asking!”
- >maybe you laid on the fakeness to hard, you’re pretty sure he saw through
- >he stares at you with contempt that could only be matched by Costanza
- “Just remember, Anon, all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.”
- >You assume the Bill Hicks quote would have been missed by anyone else he would have said that too
- >You also assume the average person at this school would have disregarded such a rant as madness
- >For you however, it cheered you up just slightly
- >You look at him with a legitimate smile, and joke with him about his lack of originality
- >He laughs and the two of you have a bit of back and forth before Pinkie shows up into class
- >You have no idea why, but Pinkie fucking excelled at Physics, even though she was only an average student in every other class
- >It’s almost like she had some sort of greater connection to the laws of the universe, she certainly seemed to defy them enough
- >You get sidetracked in your thought, and next thing you know, she’s sitting next to you
- >”Nonny, I heard you got rejected hardcore in front of everyone at lunch.”
- >Suddenly you remember just how down in the dumps you were over than
- “Elegantly worded, Pinkie.”
- >The amount of sarcasm in that statement is palpable; even she picks up on it
- >”Well… anyway Anon, I’m really sorry to hear about how Trixie treated you, but don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll find someone who will go with you!”
- >At this point you’re thinking about just forgetting the whole idea of going to the fall formal to begin with
- “Yeah… great… I’ll keep that in mind Pinkie.”
- >For whatever reason, she backs off and keeps to herself
- >after an eventful physics class you couldn’t fully enjoy you head to your last class
- >You arrive in anatomy, set your homework on Mr. Neigh’s desk, and go sit down at your desk with your head down
- >fuck this gay class anyway
- >It’ll probably be the same as always, no one did their homework, and he allows everyone to finish up during class
- >You sleep/languish to yourself for the remainder of the class
- >You see Fluttershy look at you once, clearly wanting to talk, but also realizing you wanted to be alone
- >God, she was a saint to you
- >When the bell finally rang, you headed out of the room and down the halls as fast as you could
- >You just wanted to sit in your room alone for a while and think the whole day over
- >And you certainly would have, but right as you neared the doors, someone grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side
- “Hey, what the hell ma-“
- >You see none other than Trixie has pulled you away from your destination
- “What do you want?”
- >”Look, don’t take this the wrong way, but Trixie feels like… perhaps she could have handled the situation in the lunchroom more elegantly.”
- “Well great, that does a lot of good to realize that now, Trixie.”
- >You turn and walk away
- >”What Trixie is trying to say is that…. Trixie is sorry.”
- “Once again, Trixie, just fucking great.”
- >You walk out the doors and head towards home
- >She quickly catches up to you
- >“Anon, it pains Trixie to say this, but Trixie does not have a date to the fall formal.”
- “Sounds like a personal problem.”
- >She’s beginning to get a bit angry as your short-worded responses
- >”LOOK YOU IDIOT…”
- >She composes herself quickly when she notices she got your full attention with that yell
- >”Would you perhaps… like to... I don’t know, “hang out” with Trixie tonight, perhaps Trixie could reconsider her earlier answer, and you could reconsider your attitude now?”
- >She broke her third person for a second there
- >You remember your previous thought of “maybe she’s not all bad”
- “Alright Trixie, fine.”
- >You swear you see a smile slowly start on her face as you say that
- >“Excellent Anon, Trixie will stop by your house around 7.”
- “That doesn’t sound very chivalristic on my part.”
- >She turns to you with a smug smile
- >”Chivarly is dead.”
- >You pick up a weird vibe on this Trixie girl coming to you rather than you to her
- >You get a creeping feeling she’s hiding something
- >On that note you head home
- >7 o’clock eh? Well you’ve got about three hours to kill.
- >What to do, what to do?
- >As soon as you finish your short walk home, you decide to put on some jams, and chill for a while
- >Maybe browse some internet or something
- >Something in your head tells you to put on some Nine Inch Nails
- >You’re pretty sure that’s either the depressed mood from earlier talking or your still half-angry mood now
- >Like shit what is her problem anyway?
- >She handled that whole situation like a straight-up bitch
- >She was blushing pretty hard, as you recall, perhaps she didn’t know how to react at your forwardness
- >That’s always a possibility, especially given her persona on a normal day
- >To be honest, you still aren’t very sure of what’s going on with this whole deal
- >Is she just desperate for a date to the Fall Formal or something?
- >That could definitely be the case; you don’t see many people giving her a chance like you did.
- >Then again, what if there’s something more to all this?
- >No probably not, Anon, get your head out of the clouds
- >She did want to hang out though…
- >Meh fuck it, you’ll find out in a bit
- >As you sit there, enjoying your tunes and reading your usual imageboard, you realize just how quickly time has passed
- >It’s already 6:30
- >You figure you should probably clean up a bit, so you head off for a quick shower
- >After you shower you get out, dry off, and wrap the towel around your lower half
- >You look in the mirror
- “Get a load of this guy.”
- >You joke to yourself
- >Your small bit of ego-stroking is quickly interrupted by a knock at the door
- >It’s 6:45, probably not Trixie yet, she doesn’t seem like the early type
- >And given that your parents would just come in, you can only assume it’s some Jehovah ’s Witness or someone selling something
- >Time to fuck with them
- >You head off to answer the door, still only wearing your towel
- >You get ready to act like some cocky douche to whoever had the misfortune of knocking on your door
- >You open the door
- “Hey there, I-“
- >It’s Trixie.
- >Fuck, you’re really striking out today
- >Her eyes go wide, and she breaks into a blush
- >Almost instantaneously she starts chuckling
- >”Trying to show off your less than exemplary body to Trixie, Anon?”
- >Wow, you understand you got yourself into this situation, but that was a little harsh
- “I-I just…”
- >She smiles at you smugly
- “Just take a seat on the couch, I’ll be back out in a sec.”
- >You head to your room and throw some clothes on
- >As you come back out, you see Trixie walking around your living room looking at some of the decorations
- >”So what exactly was all of that about, Anon?”
- >She’s snickering to herself
- >You proceed to explain what you were going to do, and how it wasn’t supposed to be her
- >”Suuureee, It’s okay, you can admit you wanted to impress Trixie.”
- “I really wasn’t…”
- >”Suuureee…”
- >You sigh
- “Okay, so what did you want anyway?”
- >”Trixie decided she would give you the opportunity to bask in her presence for a while.”
- “Wow, great, I feel so blessed, thank you dear Trixie for gracing me with your person.”
- >You lay heavy on the sarcasm
- >She looks at your with a bit of disdain
- >You can’t help but smile at her
- >”ANYWAY ANONYMOUS, we are going to “hang out” so Trixie can judge whether or not she should accept your invitation to the Fall Formal.”
- “You already turned me down.”
- >She flinches, as if she thought you would forget
- >“Yes Anon, but that is in the past, and this is now.”
- >You scoff
- >”Trixie already apologized, and will not be doing so again. Trixie can admit that she is not one hundred percent perfect, even if she is very close.”
- >You just stare at her with a “are you fucking serious” face
- >”FINE, Trixie messed up at lunch and answered rashly because you caught her off guard. There, Trixie said it; are you happy now!?”
- >You grin
- “We’re getting there.”
- >This time she scoffs
- “Okay Trixie, what is it that you want to do since we’re “hanging out”.”
- >”Well, Trixie actually hadn’t actually thought of that…”
- >You sigh again
- >”Trixie could go for some Icecream, does that sound like an idea?”
- “Sure, why not.”
- >You go to grab your keys and recall your car is low on gas
- “Do you mind if we walk Trixie? I’m out of gas and don’t get my paycheck until Friday.”
- >“Hmrph, Yes, Trixie supposes we can walk…”
- “Is walking REALLY a problem?”
- >”No, it’s just Trixie walked /allll/ the way here.”
- >You think for a moment about everything that statement implies
- >As you do the two of you head off for the local icecream parlor
- >After a bit of silence between the two of you, you decide to ask her something
- “Trixie, where do you live anyway?”
- >She looks down at the ground
- >“Trixie does not care to explain where she lives.”
- “Why not?”
- >”Because, I don’t care to explain, and we’ll leave it at that.”
- >You note she broke third person again
- >Weird
- “Well can you at least answer me if it’s far from my house?”
- >”It was a bit of a jaunt for Trixie, but nothing she couldn’t handle.”
- “Why didn’t you just drive or something then?”
- >She goes silent and looks at the ground again
- >”Trixie… Trixie doesn’t actually have a car.”
- “Oh.”
- >You probably shouldn’t have assumed she had a car, especially given that you yourself wouldn’t have one if your parents hadn’t helped you out in purchasing it
- >Your family was pretty poor, so you made sure you got something that would get you from A to B, and nothing more
- >You break the silence your thinking has caused
- “Trixie, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed…”
- >”It’s quite alright Anon, let’s just move on to another subject.”
- “Alrighty then… so…”
- >You think of a conversation starter
- “What do you like to do?”
- >”What do you mean by that, Anonymous?”
- “Uhm… I don’t know, something you’re interested in, a hobby, something like that.”
- >”This may come off as… childish, but Trixie likes magic.”
- “Like, illusions, smoke and mirrors, that kind of stuff?”
- >”Well it’s not as simple as that, and Trixie wouldn’t expect the likes of YOU to fully understand, but you have the idea.”
- “Cool, cool, you’ll have to show me sometime.”
- >You give her a genuine smile
- >Well shit, you were kind of right, she isn’t so bad
- >A bit cocky, if nothing else
- >”Trixie will keep that in mind, so… what is it that interests you, Anonymous?”
- >You think for a moment
- “I don’t know, a lot of things Trixie.”
- >”Give Trixie something specific.”
- “I guess I like music a lot. Sound in general really, Art.”
- “Physics are cool too.”
- >”Physics? That’s a bit random.”
- “I suppose, but physics is everything, explains everything. I don’t know it just fascinates me, helps me more fully understand how the world works, you know?”
- >”Very well then, anyway, you said you like music, do you play anything?”
- “Meh, I can play guitar, but that’s nothing special.”
- >”Perhaps you will have to show Trixie sometime.”
- >You blush at the prospect, then you realize you’ve reached your destination
- >The two of you head in; it’s empty other than the employees
- >That’s cool, you don’t like crowds anyway
- “Well, go ahead Trixie, ladies first.”
- >She bats her eyes at you in a condescending fashion, and then heads up to order
- >”What would you like miss?”
- >”Trixie will have the Peanut butter-chocolate on a waffle-cone.”
- >”And you sir?”
- “Meh, I’ll just have what she’s having.”
- >You probably would have gotten vanilla anyway, because you’re a boring guy, so why not go with what she’s got?
- >The employee heads off to make your ice cream
- “So, you got a thing for peanut butter, Trixie?”
- >You remember always seeing her at the snack machine at school, getting the peanut butter crackers
- >”Maybe Trixie does, what it is to you Anonymous?”
- “Nothing, just curious.”
- >On that note, the guy brings over both of your icecreams
- >He tells you how much the two of you owe, and before Trixie can do anything, you hand him a 10
- >He heads over to the cash register for your change
- >”Why did you pay for Trixie? Do you think she cannot pay for herself?”
- “No, I made no such assumption, just trying to be nice.”
- >She seems thrown off by that
- >The guy brings over your change, and the two of you walk back outside
- “Where to now?”
- >”Trixie doesn’t have any other ideas, do you have anything to do at your home?”
- “Not really, but I guess we can find something.”
- >The two of you begin your trek back to your house
- “So Trixie…”
- >”Yes, Anonymous?”
- “Why do you speak in third person?”
- >She thinks about it for a second and gives you her answer
- >“Because it gives off the heir to others that Trixie is above such things as speaking in first person. It shows that Trixie has self-confidence.”
- “Oh, so you do realize you aren’t larger than life.”
- >She gives you a soft punch in the arm for that
- >”Don’t tell anyone.”
- >She smiles and laughs
- >The rest of the walk is relatively silent, the two of you licking at your ice cream
- >When you finally make it back to your humble abode, you head inside
- >Your parents still aren’t home
- >You feel kind of bad for them; they both have shit jobs and come home incredibly late most nights
- >You don’t see much of them anymore
- >”Are you an only child Anonymous?”
- “Yeah. Why?”
- >”How is that?”
- “It’s pretty cool I guess. When I was a little kid I hated it, other than that it’s been pretty peachy. I assume that have siblings then?”
- >”Yes… Trixie has an annoying little brother…”
- >She traces off, seems like she doesn’t want to go any further into detail
- “So what did you want to do”
- >”Well what is there for Trixie to do here?”
- “I don’t know, if you want to watch TV, we can do that down here in the living room, but basically everything else there would be to do is up in my room.”
- >”Let’s see what Anonymous’ room has to offer then.”
- >The two of you head up the stairs and into your room
- >You point to the small TV in the corner of your room
- “So I’ve got a TV over there, equipped with vidya, which I doubt you’re interested in.”
- >You point to your work desk, which has your PC, AKA the nicest thing you own
- “And that’s my computer, it has internet.”
- >She rolls her eyes and scoffs
- >”What a selection of things to do.”
- “I’m sorry, it’s a guy’s house; I’m not sure what else you expected.”
- >She sits down on your bed
- >”Well Trixie hates watching actual TV, do you have Netflix or something?”
- “I can check if we have actually paid for it lately.”
- >You sign in and find that the bill must have been paid, since you have access
- “It appears that I do; anything specific?”
- >”Trixie will let you decide, but you had better impress Trixie.”
- >Thinking over what interaction you’ve had with her tonight, you immediately come to a conclusion
- >You check to see if any of Penn and Teller’s magic shows are available, luckily one is.
- >You press play, and look back and Trixie who is beaming
- “You’re looking awfully… enthusiastic, you like Penn and Teller?”
- >”I LOV-“
- >She calms down and clears her throat
- >”You made a good choice… Trixie supposes…”
- “You should lay off the third person; it comes across as awkward sometimes.”
- >She gives you another punch in the arm and shushes you
- >The two of you sit through the whole show, laughing and occasionally discussing Penn and Teller’s antics
- >She’s loving every second of this; you’re starting to see just how fascinated she is with “magic”
- >When the show finally comes to a close, the two of you just sit there, laughing like idiots
- >This was the side of Trixie you always wondered about
- >You knew she had another side, she had even broken third person several times throughout the movie to discuss it with you
- >It was really cute
- >You notice the time
- >It’s almost 9 now
- >Time flies, doesn’t it?
- >You look over to Trixie, still giggling to herself on your bed
- >You quickly notice that with her on her back and her legs arched up that you’re getting quite the panty shot
- >You notice her cute blue panties, which are kind of ridden up, contouring her mound
- >You all too soon realize there is a redirection of blood flow to your member, and quickly look away
- >But that image is stuck in your head, you can’t help but think about it
- >BONER DON’T YOU DO THIS TO ME
- >Trixie sits up, which helps to take your mind off of what you saw
- >”Well Trixie should probably head home soon…”
- >You nod and get up to turn the lights on in your room
- >In the darkness your dumb-ass steps on some ball you had on the floor and suddenly you’re tumbling backwards
- >Midfall you try to turn around, so as to land on your hands rather than backplant
- >You land face down on your bed
- >No wait a minute; this isn’t what your bed feels like…
- >Oh shit…
- >You landed right on Trixie
- >She gives you an angry glare
- >And then almost immediately breaks out into laughter
- >”Anonymous, you are the biggest dumbass…”
- >She trials off and continues into her laughter
- >You want to be offended, or make some witty comeback, but you did just pull a pretty big jackass move
- >You begin to laugh as well
- >As you do you begin to get up off of her
- >”Anonymous…”
- >trying to avoid eye contact on your way up, her words bring your eyes to hers
- >When they meet she smiles, and gives you a small peck on the lips
- >You completely freeze up, staring dumbfounded into her eyes
- >She smiles, proud of her bewitchment upon you
- >She then grabs the collar of your shirt, and pulls you in for a much more sensual kiss
- >You remain dumbfounded and she tentatively explores your mouth with her tongue
- >You soon come to, and melt into the moment
- >You begin to play with your tongue against hers, which still prods into your mouth
- >You wrap your hand around the back of her neck, and take control of the kiss almost instantaneously, your tongue now in her mouth
- >She surprisingly doesn’t fight for superiority
- >You take this chance to deepen the kiss
- >She’s now wrapped her arms around your back, pulling you in closer to her
- >She moves her hands slowly down your back
- >When she finally makes it to the bottom of your shirt, she slides both of her hands underneath
- >She then caresses her hands up against your bare back, sending shivers down your spine
- >You move your free hand down to her waist, and stealthily move your hand under her shirt, caressing her from hip to rib, being careful not to press your luck
- >She quickly breaks the kiss
- >”Anonymous… wait”
- >You hear your front door close
- >”Anonymous, I’m home, are you hear?”
- >Shit it’s your dad
- >Damn you dad
- >The two of you quickly untangle yourselves and straighten your disheveled clothes
- >Your dad barges in
- >”Oh hey there kiddo how was-“
- >He notices Trixie sitting next to you on the bed
- >”Well who’s this fine lady?”
- “This is Trixie dad.”
- >”Well hello Trixie, nice to meet you.”
- >”Likewise to you sir.”
- >”This one’s got manners, nice choice Anon.”
- >He somehow knows you’re blushing even in the darkness and chuckles to himself, knowing he got the reaction he wanted out of you.
- >As soon as he’s gone, you turn to Trixie with a dumb smile
- “So….”
- >She blushes and sheepishly grins at you
- >”I should probably head home now”
- “You’re going to let me walk you home riiiight?”
- >”Trixie does not need and escort, but thank you for the offer Anonymous.”
- “Come on… pleeeaasee”
- >She sighs
- >”Okay, very well Anonymous, you may accompany Trixie on the walk back to her house.”
- >You can tell she’s still hesitant
- >Considering how she reacted to your probing about her home earlier, you’re probably lucky she’s letting you at all.
- >The two of you put on your sweatshirts and head out into the night
- >You walk for a long time, silently keeping each other company
- >You decide to break the silence
- “So earlier Trixie… was that just… heat of the moment or…”
- >She thinks for a second on that
- >“Trixie… I mean I don’t know Anonymous, maybe, but what I can tell you for sure is that I enjoyed it.”
- >She gives you a smug grin and continues
- >”And it seemed like you were pretty happy with it yourself. Trixie had you pretty infatuated, didn’t she?”
- “Oh boy, third person’s back in play.”
- >The two of you laugh and continue your walk
- >You notice that this walk is quite the jaunt as Trixie mentioned earlier
- >You also notice you’re getting into somewhat sketchy territory
- “I’m glad you let me walk you home.”
- >”Trixie must admit she is kind of glad she let you.”
- >”While Trixie could most certainly make her way home, it’s nice to be with someone, walking through these parts.”
- >You realize that you have to walk all the way back home alone through this part of town
- >Yeah that’s not going to be fun
- >You continue to walk with her
- >”Well, here we are.”
- >You look at what you presume is her house
- >It’s pretty run down and dumpy, also in a sketchy neighborhood
- >This explains quite a bit
- >Why she was late in the morning, why she didn’t want to talk about her home life, why the other kids avoided her
- >A sudden wave of emotion overtakes you, and all you can think is “I just want to take care of her.”
- >That was a pretty lovey-dovey-faggy thought
- >She taps on your shoulder, knocking you from your thoughts
- >”So Anon, does Trixie have a date to the fall formal then?”
- “I don’t know, can you say that again in first person, perhaps?”
- >You give her with a smug grin
- >She rolls her eyes and scoffs again
- >”Anon, do I have a date to the fall formal?”
- “Yes, yes you do.”
- >She grins back at you and begins to head to her front door
- “Wait… Trixie”
- >She turns to you
- >”Yes, Anonymous?”
- “Do you have phone?”
- >She walks over to you, pulls out an old flip phone, and the two of you quickly add the one another to your contacts
- >She turns away again
- “Trixie, one more thing.”
- >”What this ti-“
- >You interrupt her with a quick peck on the lips
- >She has a dumbfounded look; you can only imagine this is what you looked like earlier
- >She comes to, blushes, and turns one last time toward her house
- >”Good night, Anonymous.”
- >You begin the long walk back home
- >When you get there, you quickly change into some shorts to sleep in, and pass out on your bed
- >Today was an okay day.
- >When you wake up the next morning, you find yourself in your usual exhausted stupor
- >You groggily sit up in your bed and check your phone as is routine
- >1 new message from Trixie
- >”Trixie wanted to let you know that she had fun tonight, and that we should hang out again soon. You and Trixie will talk at school tomorrow.”
- >She must have sent that after you fell asleep
- >And she stills talks in third person through text? Jeez.
- >You get ready for school, and begin your leisurely stroll towards Fluttershy’s house
- >You think over the events of last night
- >That kiss man, you must have been right about this whole thing being more than just a fall formal date
- >Then again, it really could have been a heat of the moment thing as well
- >Fuck, why are girls so confusing
- >Before you can consider the previous night any further you find yourself in front of Fluttershy’s house
- >She comes out of her front door and down towards you
- >”Hey Anon. A-are you feeling a little bit better after yesterday?”
- “You know Fluttershy, I am.”
- >”That’s good…”
- >She trails off into silence, and the two of you begin your walk
- >After a while she pipes up again
- >”Anon, uhm, if you don’t mind me asking… I saw Trixie, uhm, pull you to the side on your way out yesterday, I was wondering what that was all about?”
- “Oh, well basically she tried to apologize for being a massive bitch about the whole “me asking her to fall formal” thing.”
- >She looks at you; bewildered at the prospect of Trixie apologizing for anything
- “Yeah, it was a bit strange, then she insisted that we hang out.”
- >”You didn’t… did you?”
- “Well… actually… yeah, I kind of did.”
- >”REALLY!? After she was so awful to you?”
- >Was that an outburst… from Fluttershy?
- “Yeah… I just kind of figured I’d give her another chance; she’s really quite different from what you’d expect once you get to know her… well sort of… I guess.”
- >Fluttershy keeps her eyes to the ground as the two of you continue forward
- >”So what did the two of you do last night then?”
- >You hear a tinge of anger in her voice again
- >Is she... jealous?
- >No, she’s probably just upset you gave Trixie a second chance, because she’s your friend
- >That’d make more sense, quit thinking you’re some sort of stud all the ladies want, Anonymous
- “I don’t know… we got some Ice Cream, watched a movie… that’s really about it.”
- >You leave the whole make out session out for obvious reasons
- >“Is she going to the dance with you then?”
- “Yeah, which will probably be awkward considering the scene she made, but fuck most of the people at Canterlot High anyway.”
- “And would you look at that, speaking of the hellhole, here we are, I cannot express how glad I am it’s Friday.”
- >”Yeah… I’ll see you later on Anonymous.”
- >She heads off for her first class
- >You note how short she was with you
- >Well, time to start your school day
- >You switch into half-ass mode and away you go
- >As usual, nothing interesting happens
- >Pinkie talks to you a little bit in cooking, something about how she’s been putting together the fall formal and how great it’s going to be
- >Shit, that’s next week already
- >She goes on about a lot of other stuff as well, talking a mile a minute
- >You’re pretty sure she just said something about Trixie and you, but you can’t be asked to do anything other than nod at what she has to say
- >You finish early, and pull your “May I use the restroom” excuse to walk the halls
- >You walk around until lunch time, and when the bell rings you head towards the lunch room
- >When you get there, you find Fluttershy at the end of the line
- “Hey Fluttershy!”
- >She looks back at you, smiles slightly, and turns her head forward again
- >Okay, you’re pretty thick, but there’s too much passive aggressive bullshit going on here for you to miss it anymore
- >She IS jealous
- >Fuck.
- >You don’t even know how to handle this situation; never in all your years did you think you’d have an issue involving more than one girl
- >There are feels at work here you don’t even understand
- >Well its best to try to work this out, otherwise these levels of awkward will only continue to rise
- “Look Fluttershy…”
- >She turns to see what you want to tell her
- >You freeze up, not knowing what words to say
- >Scratching the back of your neck, you attempt to continue
- “Uhm… well, I’m going to be frank about this because I don’t really know what else to say…”
- “Are we… okay?”
- >”Yes, Anonymous, of course we are… what does that question even mean?”
- “Well it’s just… ever since this whole Fall Formal and Trixie business you’ve been acting… different?”
- >”I don’t know what you’re talking about Anon, everything is just fine.”
- >Those confidently said lines; this isn’t like Fluttershy at all
- “You’re lying… come on, you can talk to me, I’m not going to judge or anything.”
- >”What do you care?”
- “You’re like the closest thing I have to a best friend here, and I care about how you feel, that’s why I care.”
- >She flinches a little bit at your words, and looks back at you
- >She begins speaking with a weak voice
- >”Uhm… okay, I have something I want to talk to you about, but not here, not now.”
- >You look around, no one’s watching or anything, but you can understand why she doesn’t want to talk right now
- “Okay, look, do you want to meet after school or something and talk about this?”
- >”That sounds like an okay idea.”
- “Alright then, we’ll do that.”
- >The two of you continue up the lunch line silently
- >It’s awkward, but it feels as though some tension is gone now, and that is relieving if nothing else.
- >You eventually get your shitty food, and sit down with Fluttershy at the eco table
- >She is quickly engulfed in a conversation with the rest of them about some crisis involving an oil spill and some dolphins
- >You just sit there, quietly eating your food
- >You look up, and in your peripheral, you catch Trixie sitting with Vinyl again
- >It looks as though she’s beckoning you to come over
- >You glance over at Fluttershy, who is still actively engaged in her conversation
- >Since you’ve not been talking, you’ve finished your food much more quickly than everyone else in the lunch room
- >You figure you aren’t going to get any insightful conversation in with Fluttershy anyway, so you get up to clear your lunch-tray
- >Rather than heading back to the Eco table, you head over to Trixie and Vinyl’s table
- >You sit down
- “Alrighty then, what’s up Trixie?
- >”Trixie saw you were bored to tears with the treehuggers, and she wished to save you from the plight.”
- “That’s awfully selfless of you.”
- >”Well that, and Trixie needed to talk to you as well, Vinyl here doesn’t quite provide the intellectual discussion Trixie requires.”
- >”Maaaaan, fuck you Trixie.”
- >She laughs
- >You don’t know much about this Vinyl girl, but from what you’ve observed, she must be relatively close friends with Trixie
- >“Soo Anonymous, you figured out how to stand this bitch? Well done. I still haven’t got it down.”
- >She snickers at her own joke
- >Trixie just rolls her eyes
- >”Haven’t you a tray to clear or something?”
- >Vinyl responds with a smug grin
- >”Yeah, I suppose I do, I’ll just leave you two lovebirds be.”
- >Trixie breaks into a blush
- >You can’t help but chuckle
- >”I’ll see you around Anonymous.”
- “Likewise to you, Vinyl.”
- >With that, Vinyl heads off to clear her tray, and then leaves the lunchroom, and heads some direction you are unsure of
- “Okay, seriously, was something up?”
- >”Trixie was just curious if you’d like to hang out again tonight, also… Trixie is quickly finding she is not entirely annoyed by your presence, and may even prefer it.”
- >She gives you the cutest smile you’ve ever seen
- “Yeah, I probably can, I have to do a couple things after school, but after that I should be free.”
- >”What “things” do you have to do that are possibly more important than Trixie?”
- >You think about the conversation you’ll be having with Fluttershy later
- “Just… some things… anyway, I’ll drop by your house when I’m done.”
- >”Oh that’s quite alright Anonymous, Trixie can come to your…”
- “Nope, I’m going to walk to your house. After all, we can’t have Trixie-wixie huwrting huwr wittle leggies can we?”
- >She glares at you with a “Really?” look
- >She’s about to argue, but it looks as though she decides against it
- “Fine, you can walk to my house, but Trixie does not promise it will be accommodating.”
- >You grin at your small victory
- “So, about Vinyl…”
- >”What about her?”
- “You guys pretty good friends?”
- >”Meh, I suppose you could call us that, she lives in the same neighborhood as me, and we’ve sort of been friends since childhood. Why do you ask?”
- “Just curiosity, trying to get to know you a little better.”
- >”Cute.”
- >On that note, the bell rings
- >“Well… you can learn more about Trixie tonight~…”
- >She winks at you as she walks off
- >You’re a little spellbound by that 1-2 combo
- >She probably knows that
- >You get your shit together and head out
- >You feel a tap on your shoulder
- >You turn to see Fluttershy
- >”So what did Trixie want?”
- “Oh… uhm, I don’t know, she just wanted to talk, you guys seemed pretty engulfed with the dolphin discussion, and I had nothing to contribute, so I assumed no one would mind.”
- >”Oh.”
- >Really? She’s going to keep doing that shit?
- “Yeah… anyway, I’ll see you after school. Well I guess I’ll see you in Anatomy first, but you understand.”
- >You give her the most genuine smile you can
- >She reciprocates with one of her own
- >The rest of the day goes by quickly, and little happens
- >When anatomy finishes up, the day is officially over
- >MOTHER FUCKIN’ FRIDAY NIGHT
- >You catch up to Fluttershy as she leaves
- “Hey there”
- >”Hey Anon.”
- “So you wanted to talk?”
- >”Y-yeah Anonymous, let’s keep walking though.”
- “Yeah sure, no problem.”
- >You walk towards her house with her
- >Not an issue, your house is just a bit further down the road anyway.
- “Alrighty then, so Fluttershy, what’s on that mind of yours?”
- >”D-do you like her?”
- “Trixie?”
- >”Yeah.”
- “…. I mean, she’s not so bad, she’s pretty cool once you get to know her-“
- >”No, I mean… d-do you REALLY like her?”
- >You freeze up for a second at that
- >You aren’t sure how to answer that
- >The only answer that comes to mind is “yes”
- >At the same time, you’ve only really known her since yesterday; off and on you had talked to her through the years, but still…
- >Every moment you’re with her… it feels so surreal
- “I-I really can’t say Flutters.”
- >You arrive at her house
- >“Anon, can you come inside for a bit?”
- “Y-yeah, of course.”
- >This wasn’t your first time at Fluttershy’s house at all; you had hung out here almost every weekend since you’d moved to this town
- >She heads towards her room, and you follow.
- >”Anon, we’ve been friends for a long time now…”
- “Yeah?”
- >”It’s just… I just… I don’t know how to say this to you…”
- >Her voice is faltering, she’s breaking into tears
- >Feels, no, not right now
- >”A-Anon… I… I don’t want us to be “just friends”, it kills me inside every time you say that…”
- >”It’s just… I’ve felt this way about you for so long now, and I’ve never said anything, and now you’re getting close to Trixie… and… and…”
- >She trails off, and hides behind her hair, her makeup running with tears
- >Fuck.
- >Just fuck.
- >You don’t even know how to deal with the massive waves of emotion ravaging you right now
- >You do the only thing that makes sense to you at the moment, and you pull her in for a hug
- >She hugs you back, and nuzzles her head deep into your neck
- “Fluttershy, I…”
- >You want to say the right thing, you want to console her
- >But you just can’t, you just can’t say what you need to
- >The two of you sit there for what seems like forever in your tight emotional embrace
- >”Anon… you care about me right?”
- “Of course, Fluttershy, what kind of question is that?”
- >”I just…”
- >She pulls away from you, and tries to recompose herself
- >”Anon… I think it’d be better if you go…”
- >Your logic is shot; any semblance of it was obliterated by the feels you feel
- “Are… are you sure that’s what you want Fluttershy... I can-“
- >”Yes, I think that’s best for now Anon.”
- >You pull her in for one more bearhug, and get up to head home
- >”I’ll… talk to you later on, Anon.”
- “Alright.”
- >You want to say more, but you no longer have the capacity
- >You walk home racked with all sorts of confusing thoughts about what just transpired
- >You need to be alone
- >You need to think this all over
- >You drop off your school shit at your house, change into some more comfortable clothes, and head outburst
- >You know just where you want to go
- >You make the long journey to your destination
- >Eventually, you find yourself on the cliff you know all too well
- >This was where you went when you needed to be alone
- >This was your place of meditation
- >A limestone cliff overlooking the small city of Canterlot, accessible from a park halfway to Trixie’s house
- >It let you see just how small the world was, allowing you to see your small valley town from a new perspective
- >You just sit there, trying to figure out what the fuck is going on in your life
- >How confusing things can get in no less than an hour
- >Hours pass easily, your perception of time lost to the world
- >You take a look at your phone
- >Fuck, nine already, oh well mother fucking Friday night right? Not really, not anymore.
- >As if on cue, you receive a text message
- >Trixie
- >Shit, you had completely forgotten about her in all of this
- >”Trixie grows impatient, are you actually coming by tonight?”
- >In your shitty mood, you aren’t too keen to her ego
- >You give her a calm response, trying not to make any more issues for yourself tonight
- “My apologies, I got distracted. I don’t think I want to do anything tonight, I hope this doesn’t bother you. Sorry.”
- >Almost immediately a response comes along
- >“Why not?”
- >This girl man
- “Something came up, I’m not in a very ideal mood right now, probably wouldn’t be any fun to be around anyway.”
- >You lay back down, staring at the starry sky, only half-expecting a response at this point
- >The phone vibrates again
- >”Trixie will be the judge of that… where are you at?”
- >You respond quickly and concisely, sure she’ll not know what you’re talking about
- “The cliff.”
- >You stare back up at the sky, and fall into your thoughts again
- >No response, she’s probably pissed or something, but fuck if you care
- >You probably lost your best friend in some sort of weird altercation you didn’t really entirely see coming
- >Maybe not… maybe she’ll…
- >Fuck it, you don’t know, you’re pretty sure anytime you see her from now on it will be nothing but awkward, your friendship is probably destroyed and you have no idea how to fix it.
- >You sit up and stare down at the lights of the city
- >9:30
- >Meh, it’s Friday night, your parents aren’t going to expect you home until 2
- >There’s a sudden rustle in the bushes behind you that catches you attention
- >You’re pretty #NOIDED, who the fuck would be up here at this hour
- “Who’s there…?”
- >No response
- >Eh, probably a squirrel or something
- >The next moment something jumps right behind you and holds something to your neck
- >”Give me your money or I’ll kill you.”
- >You recognize that voice
- >God damn it, how the fuck did she know what you were talking about
- “Fuck off, Trixie.”
- >She pulls back, laughing to herself, showing what was to your throat was nothing more than a twig
- “So you thought you could lose Trixie.”
- >You want to be angry she found you, but you can’t help but admit her presence brings you happiness; you’ve been sitting up here for hours alone, what kind of weirdo are you anyway?
- “You’re awfully persistent, you know that? I almost wonder if I should be creeped out you’d come all the way up here to find me.”
- >”Trixie heard her new friend was feeling down in the dumps, and opposite to what most think; Trixie is good to her friends.”
- >She’s insufferable
- >That doesn’t stop you from grinning like a fucking idiot
- >“See, Trixie has already cheered you up. So what is it that brings you up here, Anonymous?”
- “I think I should be asking you how you even knew what I was talking about.”
- >”Not too many cliffs like this one around town, Anonymous. That… and Trixie likes to come up here when she needs alone time.”
- >You look at her in pure bewilderment
- “Really?”
- >”Yes, really, and Trixie is an observant girl, so that must be why you know about this place as well. So spill the beans, what is so important that you would shirk being around the GREAT and POWERFUL Trixie!”
- “Well besides the third person bullshit…”
- >”Fine, I’ll talk in first person, but only because you’re down. Now tell me what’s up.”
- “I’ve known you for like a day, why do you even care?”
- >She looks away
- “Got a weird crush on me or something?”
- >She blushes
- “Cute.”
- >You say it just as she did earlier today
- >”Trixie… I mean, I’ll be honest with you, if you promise you’ll tell me what’s going on.”
- ”Fine, what is it?”
- >”I’ve… actually had a crush on you for a long time, and I’ve just never really talked to you because you’re probably actually lower than me on the social latter at Canterlot High.”
- “Well I don’t know if I should be charmed or offended.”
- >”Yeah, yeah whatever, I know you don’t care, now hold up your end of the deal.”
- >You tell her about the happenings with Fluttershy detail for detail, even with all of the awkward implications it implies
- >”That’s… interesting…”
- “Yeah, I suppose you could say that, but I’m pretty confused about everything right now, she’s like my best friend, and I don’t even know how I should feel about this. Like fuck, is this what girls go through when they friendzone someone?”
- >”No, not really, it comes pretty easy.”
- >You sigh
- >”Sorry, it’s just-“
- “No, it’s fine, I know. Let’s not make this about me and my problems anymore; you came all the way up here, so let’s do something.”
- >”And what exactly are we going to do up here?”
- “No idea.”
- >”Then how about we play “Let’s get to know Anon”.”
- “Cute. But how about we play “Let’s get to know Trixie” instead.”
- >The next three hours are filled with the two of you just stargazing, and looking down at the town, discussing every aspect of your lives, talking about everything
- >Not very manly business, but not everything can’t be that way
- >Your mind is almost completely taken off of the Fluttershy business
- >And interestingly enough, the whole time Trixie talks in first person, only making the occasional mistake out of habit
- >Eventually, the two of you run out of things to talk about and just continue to stare at the sky
- >The silence between you two only broken by a short conversation about how small you are relative to everything in the universe
- >After all of this you feel as though you’ve known Trixie forever
- >You look at your phone to check the time
- >12:45
- “Well, should we start heading back towards civilization?”
- >”It is getting a little late; I suppose we should at least get back into town.”
- >The two of you get up and begin your long trek back to town
- >As you walk, Trixie grabs your hand, clasping fingers with you
- >You look at her and smile; she has the same happy look on her face as well
- >As you continue on your way back to town, you swear Trixie pulls closer and closer into you as you walk
- >It’s incredibly cute
- >When you finally make it back into the city you just sit there, thinking over the events of the night one last time
- >Trixie notices you deep in your thoughts
- >She waves a hand in front of your face
- >”HELLO? Earth to Anon.”
- >You shake your head a bit
- “Sorry… well should I walk you home?”
- >”The night’s still young, Anonymous!”
- “Well what do you want to do then?”
- >She looks around, thinking of how to answer that
- >”We could always go to your house. “
- “I thought you said my house was boring.”
- >”Even though that may be, it’s better than sitting out in the cold, or going home sitting in my room. Also, my brother has his windowlicking friend over for the night, so I’ll probably kill myself if I have to be around those brats for any longer than is absolutely necessary.”
- “Alright, whatevs then, my house it is.”
- >The two of you make the walk to your house
- >When you get there, you open the door and make your way inside
- >You notice a note on the counter
- >You quietly take off your shoes and go to look at it; Trixie takes her shoes off and lays back for a minute, waiting for you
- >You pick up the note
- >”Dear Anonymous, Seeing as you were gone when we got home, we thought we should leave you this note. We were invited down to Baltimare with some old high school friends for a weekend at the casino. We’re sure you’ll take good care of the house while we’re gone. Love, Mom and Dad.”
- >Well shit
- >House to yourself for the weekend
- >You look back at Trixie
- “Well come on in, apparently this is my house for the weekend.”
- >She gives you a puzzled look, and you explain to her the details
- “So yeah, not to sound weird or anything, but if you wanted to stay over or something, that’d probably be cool.”
- >”Trying to woo Trixie, are we?”
- “Hey, if you don’t want to I can walk you back home to your brother and his friend…”
- >”Okay then, you’ve convinced Trixie she will… stay over here tonight.”
- “That wasn’t very much of a challenge.”
- >She rolls her eyes at you
- >Look at you Anon, you dirty dog you, charming hot girls into staying over at your house for the night
- “So, what shall we do?”
- >”Trixie does not know Anonymous… your room perhaps?”
- >That was… pretty seductively said
- “Yeah, I don’t see why not.”
- >The two of you make your way to your room, and you turn on your TV as a light source
- “Want to-“
- >”Trixie has a better idea.”
- “Ooookay…”
- >”How about we pick up from where we left off last night…”
- >She gives you hardcore bedroom eyes
- >Oh god, this is happening
- >Blood quickly begins to direct itself towards you nethers
- “Yeah, that sounds like a better idea.”
- >You quickly move into her, and meet your lips to hers
- >She’s a bit taken aback with your forwardness, but she quickly melts into bliss with you
- >Your tongues quickly begin to dance into each other
- >Both of you constantly struggle to dominate the kiss, neither of you ever gaining significant ground
- >The passion between the two of you is palpable
- >As you continue your embrace, Trixie runs her hand under your shirt, rubbing her silky, smooth hand up and down your chest
- >The sensation drives you wild
- >You break the kiss momentarily and push her back into the bed
- >She notices your very obvious bulge and snickers
- >”It appears as though you just can’t control yourself around Trixie.”
- >You quickly reach down and rub your finger against the cotton of her panties, easily accessible with her skirt ridden up as it is
- >She gasps at the sudden contact
- “It looks like you aren’t too in control of the situation either.”
- >You give her a sinister smile
- >You slowly trace your finger where her wetness is centered and using only a minimal amount of force, you slide your finger against what you can only assume is her labia, stopping at what you assume is her clit
- >She moans loudly
- >Then you completely withdraw you hand
- >”H-hey what are you doing… go ba-“
- >You interrupt her by filling her mouth with your tongue
- >You almost immediately break the kiss
- “Is Trixie that impatient?”
- >She gives you a seductive glare, and pulls your face to hers
- >As your lips meet, and your tongues begin battle again, you slide your hand up Trixie’s shirt, wrapping your hand around her orb, only a bit of fabric between you and complete skin-to-skin contact
- >She begins to pull at the bottom of your shirt, hiking it up to your neck
- >You break the kiss to pull it the rest of the way off for her, tossing it to the side
- >She looks at your chest with a look of lust
- “I thought you said my body was “less than exemplary”?”
- >She rolls her eyes
- >”Quit using your mouth for things other than Trixie’s pleasure.”
- >You smile, and oblige, moving in and licking her from the bottom of her jawline to her earlobe, giving it a slight nibble
- >This elicits a small moan, her hot breath running across your neck, driving you wild
- >Apparently it drove her pretty crazy as well, because now she is trying to slide her hands between your boxers and your skin, mostly unsuccessfully
- >You lean back off of her, and quickly fumble with you jeans in a mad dash to get them off of your body
- >You quickly move into her, and start removing her shirt in an attempt to expose her orbs
- >As soon as you pull her shirt from over her head, she immediately reaches down and removes her skirt, leaving only her cute blue panties and a bra on her body
- >Scratch the second part
- >She removes her bra, and throws it at your face
- >You can’t help but stare at her perfect breasts, c-cup, immaculate symmetry
- >You’ve never seen such perfect tits in all your years
- >She quickly realizes she has a spell on you and takes this opportunity to turn the tables
- >She pushes you backward into the bed, sliding over you, and straddling your lower half
- >She presses her warm panties into your bulge, covered by only a flimsy piece of cloth
- >The warm sensation forces you to gasp for air and moan
- >She looks down at you and laughs
- >”Not so sure of yourself now, are you?
- >This time you roll your eyes
- >Before you can even finish, she presses her lips to yours for a light kiss
- >She pulls back; a single string of saliva connecting your mouths
- >She then begins gyrating her hips over your member
- >In response, your cock begins to twitch, and you can’t help but gasp with every motion she makes
- >She must be enjoying it too, since her head is leaned back, and she’s breathing heavily
- >You begin to massage her orb while she pseudo-rides you
- >Fuck, this is too good
- >Emphasis on too good, you can’t do this forever, even if you wish you could
- >Trixie, still distracted by your massaging, and her gyrating, is easily taken advantage of.
- >You take control again, pressing her up against the pillows at the top of your bed
- >You reach for the sides of her panties, and she immediately raises her ass in the air so you can remove them
- >And there it is
- >Trixie’s pussy may be more immaculate than her breasts
- >Clean shaven, her labia very tight and innie, perfectly meeting at her clitoral hood
- >Coupled with the aforementioned, she’s dripping love juices onto your bed, causing her pussy to glisten
- >You know if you stare to long, she’s just going to pull the same trick on you again, so you quickly move to immobilize her
- >You slide your hand up and down her soaked labia, stopping at her clit for what must be a torturous amount of time for her, given her heavy moaning, and begin the process again
- >You move in to kiss her again, this time completely dominating the kiss
- >She’s moaning into your mouth every time you bring your fingers to her clit
- >Enough playing with her
- >You slowly slide a finger in, testing the waters
- >She moans loudly as a response
- >Fuck, she’s tight… really tight
- >She… she’s a virgin too, you feel an early resistance when you try to prod deeper
- >You continue with one finger for a bit before she requests that you add another
- >You begin to slide your pointer and middle finger in and out at a faster and faster rate, being careful not to pop her cherry
- >You must be doing well, given her gasps and low moans
- >”Oh… unf… Anon, I’m getting close, don’t stop…”
- >You oblige, and add your thumb to the mix, playing with her clit
- >This drives her wild; she no longer tries to be reserved about her moans, and is now basically yelling
- >”YES ANON YES, RIGHT THERE!”
- >It’s at that point a devious thought crosses your mind
- >Maybe she’s having too much fun.
- >You quickly withdraw all fingers but your pointer
- >She screams in pleasure
- >You begin slowly, agonizingly slowly fingering her with just one finger
- >”Anon… please... you’ve got to let me cum...”
- >She moans loudly every time you slide your one finger in and out of her
- >”If you don’t... Trixie will do it herself…”
- “Awfully impatient, aren’t we?”
- >As she reaches down to touch her clit, and aid in her pleasure, you put both fingers back into her, and begin rubbing her clit with your thumb
- >Moving every element of your hand at lightspeed
- >You’re pretty sure your neighbors are going to call in for murder at this rate
- >Trixie screams ever louder with your new attack on her nethers
- “UNF… Anon, Trixie is… I… I’m going to…”
- >With one final earshattering moan, her pussy squeezes your fingers, and covers them in liberal amounts of lubricant, you bring your fingers to your mouth and taste her nectar… it’s sweet, if not a little tangy
- >She falls back into your bed, exhausted, and covered in sweat
- >”A-anon… that was… amazing.”
- >Each of her words interrupted by a gasp for air
- >You smile smugly at her
- “That’s what I do.”
- >”K-kiss me…”
- >You move in and do as she commands
- >Upon your lips meeting, you suddenly feel powerless
- >She overpowers you almost immediately, pushing you back, and straddling you once again
- “How did you-”
- >She interrupts you with a light kiss, and then situates herself adjacent to your member
- >Fuck, if magic exists, she must know how to use it
- >She tugs at the sides of your boxers, and you lift yourself slightly so she can remove them
- >You still feel weak, the fuck is this?
- >Before you can consider what’s at work here any further, she retrieves some of her lubricant on her hand, and then wraps her hand slowly, finger by finger, around your cock
- >You can’t help but moan
- >She gives you a sinister smile
- >”This is what you get for pulling that little stunt earlier…”
- >You might regret that, now that you think about it
- >She begins to rub your cock at a tortuously slow pace
- >It drives you mad, you moan like a little slut with each stroke
- >You gasp repeatedly, already losing your breath
- >She looks up and you with those eyes, those fucking eyes, and then slowly rubs her tongue up the length of your shaft
- “Uhhhnnff…”
- >She gives you the same sinister smile again, and continues to slowly rub her tongue up your shaft, stopping at you glans, and moving down to start the torturous cycle over again
- >After what seems like an eternity, she finally meets her lips to the tip of your penis, and licks the top of your glans, before moving her head down on your cock
- >She moans while her mouth is still around your cock, the vibrations cause you do the same
- >She pulls away slowly and laughs a bit at her complete control of you right now
- “Okay... T-trixie... I’m sorry I pulled that shit… just… keep going…”
- >”How sorry are you?”
- >You can barely talk right now, this bitch is fucking satan
- “R-really… s-sorry...”
- >”I suppose that’s good enough for Trixie.”
- >She wraps her lips around you cock, and begins to bob her head up and down and a generous speed
- >All you can do is lay there as she pleasures you, you are putty in her hands
- >She eventually tries to bob her head even further down, causing her to choke a bit, but she quickly recomposes herself and continues
- “Trixie… I can’t last much longer…”
- >She pulls her mouth off in one swift motion, quickly replacing it with her hand, and stroking your cock at a slow speed
- >”Oh… should Trixie slow down?”
- >That smug smile on her face…
- >You try to respond, but all that comes out are inarticulate gasps and moans
- >”I’ll take that as a no.”
- >She slides mouth over you cock one last time, and bobs her head up and down while her tongue massages your shaft
- >You can’t take anymore, you’re fucking spent
- “Trixie… I’m gonna…”
- >Before you can finish your phrase, you are washed over with pleasure, and her mouth is quickly filled to the brim with your seed
- >She swallows as you continue to cum in her mouth
- >When you finally get control of your body back, and can stop moaning for a second, Trixie takes the hint, and slowly raises her head from your cock
- >You just lay there, in the same sweaty state you had her in earlier
- >She gives your over-sensitive cock one more agonizing lick, and moves back up to your face
- “Trixie… that was… I can’t even...”
- >”Yes, yes, Trixie has that effect on peo-“
- >You quickly rub your finger on her clit, silencing her immediately
- >You can only smile at the face she gives you for that action
- >With what little strength you have, you grab a pillow for the two of you, and pull the disheveled bedspread over as covers
- >She moves her face to yours, and you engage in one final kiss before she turns around
- >You spoon her naked body, touching her warm skin to yours
- >Soon, she falls into sleep
- >You join her soon after
- >Your last thought before dazing off is that you have her warm body in your arms
- >And regardless of any other problems you have, that’s all that matters right now
- >You awake the next morning to find a warm, naked Trixie still in your arms
- >Not a bad way to wake up, not at all
- >The scent of her hair, reminiscent of blueberries
- >The feel of her skin, smooth and silky as a mink’s pelt
- >Yeah, this is one of the better ways to wake up
- >Probably the best
- >You lay there for a while, playing with her hair, taking the whole experience in
- >She soon notices and comes to
- >She turns herself, the front of her body rubbing against yours
- >You can feel her erect nipples against your chest
- >”Morning hot shot.”
- >She gives you a sultry smile
- >Her nipples aren’t the only thing that are erect
- >She pulls herself further into you, her nethers grazing your hardening member
- >She’s wet
- >She brings her lips to your ear
- >”How about we clean go clean up…”
- >Boner fully engaged
- >She feels your cock graze her pussy, and responds with a slight moan, followed by a giggle
- >”We’ll take care of that too.”
- >She lightly pecks your lips, and gets up out of your bed
- >She stretches in the sunlight from your bedroom window, and starts collecting her clothes off the floor
- >She slowly bends over to grab every piece, grinning at you
- >This girl, man
- >You follow her actions, getting up out of bed and collecting your clothes from last night
- >”Anon, where’s your bathroom.”
- “Out of my room, and one door to the left.”
- >She looks at your naked body for a second, examining each of your features slowly
- >You shoot her a look that says “Yeah, I know you want this”
- >She shakes her head and moves out the doorway
- “I’ll be in in a second.”
- >She heads around the corner, and you hear the water turn on
- >You throw your clothes from last night into a basket, and grab some new clothes
- >What kind of strange turn has your life taken, showering with someone of the opposite sex
- >You can’t say as you saw that one coming
- >You turn into the bathroom to find she’s already made her way into the showering
- >You carefully pull the curtain aside and make your way in
- >You think you’d be able to stop being so completely fascinated with her body, but you’re frozen again, staring at her wet, nude figure
- >Her soaked hair draping over her shoulders, the droplets of water sitting all over her body
- >She gives you a playful look, and pulls you under the water with her
- >You flinch a bit at the new sensation of warm water on your back
- >She giggles at you
- >Fuck damn she’s cute
- >You slide your hand up her side, ending at her breast, squeezing it lightly in your hand; you simultaneously move in and begin yet another battle of tongues with her
- >You feel her hand slide down your belly until she meets her target
- >She grabs your cock and positions it in an upward position towards herself, jerking it ever so gently
- >Every once in a while you buck forward, rubbing your member against her belly
- >But you can’t be selfish, now can you?
- >You slide your free hand down her belly, and slowly rub your fingers up and down her lips, before prodding at her entrance, and eventually sliding two fingers in
- >The two of you only break your kiss to catch breath before continuing your exploration of each other’s mouths
- >You pick up the pace of your fingering, and she in turn speeds up her stroking
- >You continually moan into each other’s mouths
- >You casually rub your thumb against her clit
- >She flinches under your touch
- >You do it once more, applying pressure, before abruptly letting off
- >She moans loudly, and flinches yet again
- >However, this time her flinch is much more marked, and she slips in the sudsy water below the two of you
- >You quickly catch her, braking her fall
- >It all happens so fast
- >When everything comes back together again, you find yourself with one hand behind her back, and the other behind her head, you fallen over her
- >The two of you have a quick giggle before realizing the positioning of each of your nethers
- >Your tip lightly prods her folds
- >You blush slightly
- >You look into her eyes to see what they say
- >You can tell she wants it as bad as you, but there’s an apprehensiveness there you can’t ignore
- “Should I…?”
- >She thinks for a second
- >”No... well… Trixie is… I probably shouldn’t… maybe not now-“
- >It pains you to do it, but you pull yourself away from her and quickly peck her on the lips
- “It’s okay, I understand.”
- >”It’s not that I… it’s just…”
- “No really Trixie, don’t worry about it.”
- >You look at her with a genuine smile
- >She returns your look, and pulls you in for a kiss
- >Your shaft briefly grazes her clit, and the two of you moan in unison
- >She tries to grab you again, but you stop her hand
- “Wait.”
- >You briefly meet your lips to hers, and then begin trailing down her body
- >You kiss your way down her body, first stopping at her tits
- >You knead one of her breasts with one hand, and lightly suckle at the other’s tit, before switching up the process
- >She moans at every touch
- >You kiss your way down her belly, until you finally reach your destination
- >You give her clit a quick whip with your tongue
- >She gasps at the sensation
- >You follow up by lightly licking up and down her lips, over and over, taking in a sample of her flavor
- >She’s sweet
- >You decide to prod with a little more force, and push your tongue past her outer folds to lap at her pink insides, making your way up and down as before, but making sure to stop at the top and give her clit proper attention
- >She can only moan and flinch at the pleasure you are giving her
- >You slide down one last time, prodding your tongue deep inside her hole, darting in and out, taking in every little bit of her sweet honey
- >You decide that’s enough foreplay, and move to your endgame
- >You wrap your mouth around her clit, licking it with great force and every once in a while giving it a light suckle
- >You’re driving her mad now
- >She puts both hands behind your head to pushes you even further into her
- >Her pushing causes some discomfort in your jaw, but her forceful nature drives your absolutely crazy
- >It’s not much longer before you feel her pussy begin to quiver at you touch, she quickly spasms, screams, and fills your mouth with her juices
- >You make sure to keep up your licking so she can ride out her orgasm
- >When she appears to be coming down from the waves of pleasure running through her body, you pull your head back and smile at her
- >She pants heavily; she has a lustful grin on her face, and sinister look in her eyes
- >Before you can even say anything, she tackles you full force, knocking your back into the floor
- >It actually hurts quite a bit
- >Before you can say anything, she quickly kisses you, flips herself around, and wraps her lips around your cock
- >You can do nothing but moan in response
- >She quickly begins bobbing her head up and down at an incredibly pleasurable pace
- >She didn’t take this position for no reason
- >You know what she wants
- >You quickly stick two fingers into her pussy, and begin another assault on her clit with your mouth
- >No playing around this time
- >The two of you lap away at each other’s genitals for quite some time before you feel waves of pleasure you cannot deny overtake you
- “Mmph… Trixie, I’m gonna cum…”
- >”Me too Anon…”
- >And with that she strokes you over the edge, while screaming into the air, and covering your hand in her juices
- >Your cum lands in thick strands on her tits
- >She turns around and sits on your belly, collecting your seed on the tips of her fingers, and bringing it to her mouth
- >The two of you sit there for a while, in post-orgasmic bliss
- >When you finally come back to reality, the two of you clean up and get out of the shower
- >You find it kind of depressing to see her get dressed again, but all good things must come to an end
- “Well fuck… that was quite the way to get up on a Saturday morning.”
- >”Yes… Trixie must admit that was pretty amazing. That’s quite the tongue you have, hotshot.”
- “What, is that my new nickname now or something?”
- >”Depends, do you like it?”
- “Not overly, no.”
- >”Then yes, yes it is, HOTSHOT.”
- >You sigh
- >”So, Hotshot, are you ready to be graced with Trixie’s presence all day today?”
- “Wait what? Don’t you need to stop by your house or anything?”
- >”Well Anonymous, I had no idea you wanted me out so bad…”
- >She turns and walks towards the door
- “W-wait I didn’t mean…”
- >She turns with a devilish grin on her face
- >”Trixie knows what you meant, but you seemed awfully concerned to see me go…”
- “I was just…”
- >You sigh again, there’s no winning this
- >”Besides, Snips and Snails are probably still being a couple of annoying faggots; I’d like to avoid my home for a while. Trixie really does sincerely thank you for letting her stay over last night. Also, watching you squirm was a nice added bonus.”
- >You look away and blush a bit at that
- “Hey, don’t act like you weren’t squirming last night, I had you begging for it.”
- >”And Trixie had you to a point where you couldn’t talk, so I think I win.”
- “I… you know what forget it, so what’s on the agenda for today Trix?”
- >”Don’t call me that.”
- “Yeah, whatever you say Trix.”
- >”… WELL hotshot, Vinyl actually wanted to hang today, but I doubt she’ll care at all if I drag you along.”
- “Great, shall we be on our way then?”
- >The two of you head out for Vinyl’s house, which is apparently near Trixie’s
- >As you walk, you tease each other about your shenanigans over the last couple days
- >And that’s when it seeps back into your head
- >Trixie had been helping your suppress it so well
- >Fluttershy
- >Fuck, what are you going to do about that?
- >At this point there’s no way you can satisfy her want for a relationship, you’ve already gotten too involved with Trixie
- >Being “just friends” with her at this point… you just can’t see that working in any way
- >Maybe if you hadn’t been so fucking thick all those years
- >Then again, she could have been a little more pronounced in her interest, she knew the two of you could talk about anything
- >It’s a shame everything had to work out like this
- >Trixie notices that you’re lost in thought
- >”You’re thinking about her again... aren’t you?”
- “Yeah.”
- >”You should just… try to keep your mind off of her.”
- “I would, but imagine if Vinyl... actually it’s not really comparable. I guess this is why you have friends of the same gender.”
- >”Perhaps so.”
- >The two of you continue to walk silently to Vinyl’s
- >You continue to think over this whole Fluttershy ordeal until you finally make it to your destination
- >Vinyl’s house is two houses down the road from Trixie’s
- >It’s in about the same condition as Trixie’s as well
- >Before the two of you can make your way up to her door you hear a yelling from across the way
- >”TRIXIE! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!”
- >Trixie flinches at the voice
- >You turn to see it coming from a middle-aged man
- >He looks like run of the mill trailer trash
- >”Uhm… Trixie… *ahem* I should… go… see about that.”
- “Is that your…?”
- >”Yes, uhm, just… just wait here okay?”
- “You going to be alright Trix?”
- >”Just stay here.”
- >She walks off towards her father
- >She didn’t even say anything about being called by the petname
- >You sit there worrying about her, not sure what to expect from this situation
- >”YO ANON!”
- >You look to see none other than Vinyl coming from her house
- >”Sup man, what brings you to this part of town?”
- “Uhm, well actually…”
- >She notices you looking over towards Trixie’s
- >”Oh.”
- “Oh? What does that mean; is it bad?”
- >”Well, just so I make sure we’re on the same page; Trixie brought you over here, her dad noticed her on the way by and called her over, and now you’re here waiting for her to come back, right?”
- “Yeah… Is her dad like… does he… he’s not going to hurt her is he?”
- >”Well you can say a lot of things about that man, but he doesn’t beat his kids, which is actually kind of surprising, given the neighborhood we’re in.”
- >She looks down at the ground and rubs the end of her shoe in the ground
- >You pick up on the implications
- >”Anyway, so yeah, he’s not going to hurt her, but he is going to be a grade A cunt to her, especially after her not coming back home last night.”
- “Wait how do you know about-”
- >”She stopped by last night for a while because he was drinking and she didn’t want to be alone around him, she told me all about how the two of you were supposed to be on a date, but you never came by to pick her up.”
- >Date? Well I guess it technically was but the phrasing still throws you
- “Yeah, something happened and I- Wait a minute, did you say alone?”
- >“Yeah, why dude?”
- “So Snips wasn’t home?”
- >”Nah, he went over to Snail’s house. Why?”
- “Eh… nothing…”
- >Interesting, so the whole Snips and Snail’s thing was a lie
- >She was just trying to avoid her deadbeat dad
- >You feel about 10x more glad you let her stay over
- >”Alright then, whatever dude. So she stayed over at your place I assume?”
- “Yeah.”
- >”Really, your parents let you have a girl stay over willy-nilly?”
- “Well… they weren’t exactly home to argue about it.”
- >She smiles and raises her eyebrows up and down twice
- >Your face goes red at her implication
- >Well, now she knows
- >Meh whatever, Trixie probably would have told her anyway
- “So… anyway, do you think she’ll be back out soon?”
- >”Yeah like I said he’ll chew her out and say some pretty cunty stuff to her, but that’ll be the most of it.”
- “I see… what’s his story anyway?”
- >”That’s a weird question dude, why do you care?”
- “Dunno, just curious I guess.”
- >”He and Trixie’s mom used to be traveling magicians. One day some crazy fuck came into their camper overnight and shot her in the face, Trixie’s dad went into a fucking rage and apparently there was like nothing left of the guy by the end. After that, he tried to go on as a magician, but he realized that wasn’t going to be enough to raise Snips and Trixie, so he settled down, got a factory job, and became a hardcore alcoholic.”
- “That’s pretty rough.”
- >”Yeah.”
- “So I assume that has something to do with Trixie’s obsession with magic?”
- >”Pretty much, when she was a kid they dragged her all around the country on shows, and her dad, when he used to be a cool guy tried to pass the art onto her.”
- “That’s... insightful.”
- >As if on cue, Trixie walks out of her front door and towards the two of you
- >She has anger in her gait and you can see her grinding her teeth slightly
- >Her eyelids look as though they’ve been rubbed at to remove tears
- >A pit forms in your gut, seeing her like this, coupled with the information you just received
- >About halfway to you guys, she calms her walk, and pulls her face into a halfsmile
- >”SO, just what were you two discussing in Trixie’s absence?”
- >”Nothing important T. Come on you two.”
- >She waves her arm toward her door and you follow
- >When the three of you make you way inside, Vinyl immediately pulls a right down some stairs and gestures for you two to follow
- >You lag behind and grab Trixie’s arm
- “You alright?”
- >”Yes, why wouldn’t I be?”
- “You looked pretty bad when you were walking over here.”
- >”Trixie was- actually forget it, it’s not important.”
- “I think it’s important.”
- >She blushes
- >”L-look, later, not here.”
- >You nod and continue down the stairs
- >At the bottom you’re met with a relatively nice basement
- >A nice sized TV, a couch, a couple armchairs
- >Vinyl flips on the television
- >Vinyl slides into an armchair, Trixie pulls you by the arm into the couch
- >”Pfft, really Trixie?”
- >”You’re just jealous of Trixie’s superior skill with boys.”
- >”YEP, that’s totally what’s going on here, ya caught me.”
- >”Trixie thought so.”
- >They both chuckle a bit
- >You just sit there, Trixie leaning into your side, her head on your shoulder
- >That’s a good feel
- >The three of you sit there watching TV for a while
- >Then something catches your eyes: a collection of Vinyls
- “Are those yours, Vinyl?”
- >You point toward the stack
- >”Yeah, been collecting since like middle school.”
- “Mind if I take a look?”
- >”Yeah, not a problem dude.”
- >”Don’t tell me you’re as fascinated by those things as Vinyl is.”
- “Heh heh... yeah about that…”
- >Trixie rolls her eyes
- >You start pulling out all sorts of different albums
- >”What do you think dude?”
- “Admirable collection… I just never guessed you’d have a taste like this.”
- >Her collection is full of all sorts of different genres, most of it pretty patrician stuff
- >”Well what’d you think my taste in music would be man?”
- “I always assumed you were into brostep or something plebby like that.”
- >”Please dude, don’t even imply that shit.”
- >The two of you chuckle
- >Trixie just looks on, unsure of exactly what you’re talking about
- >”So do you collect at all?”
- “Nah never had the means to play it, that and it’s an expensive habit. I just have CDs.”
- >”That’s a shame, they’re really cool.”
- >One of her albums catches your eye, you show it to her
- “You mind if I play this?”
- >”Yeah, go ahead.”
- >You head over to place it on the record player
- >”Eh, why don’t you just let me do that…”
- >You give her the album
- >Defensive of her collection apparently, you can’t say as you blame her
- >She puts it on, and sound starts to flood the room…
- >http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nagI_slIviA
- >”W-what is this?”
- <”Animal Collective, Trixie”
- >the two of you say in unison
- >”You seriously expect Trixie to know what this is?”
- >”YES”
- “Well, no, not necessarily…”
- >Vinyl gives you a look of contempt for that comment
- >”Look if you don’t like it, we can take it off T.”
- >”No, Trixie really doesn’t mind it… it’s just… weird.”
- >”Just how you like it then, eh Trixie?”
- >”Oh fuck you, that barely makes sense.”
- >”Maybe I should ask Anon, I bet he knows more about that than I do…”
- >They both look over to you, Vinyl Snickering and Trixie blushing
- >Your face goes beet red
- >It kind of reminds you of when you first asked Trixie out
- >You shutter internally at the thought
- >”I’m just messing with you guys, come on.”
- >The two of you chuckle lightly, and you head back over to the couch to sit back down
- >Vinyl slides back into her armchair
- >The next hour or so is filled with Trixie and Vinyl talking to each other about a plethora of things
- >Vinyl talks to you a bit about your music taste, but that’s about the most you contribute
- >After what feels like forever you hear a door creak open upstairs followed by a raspy, but somewhat feminine voice
- >”Vinyl!?”
- >Vinyl sighs at the utterance of her name
- >”What mom?”
- >”Come up here for a minute.”
- >Vinyl mouths her words in a mocking fashion before getting up to talk to her
- >”You two behave yourselves while I’m gone.”
- >She heads up the stairs
- >Trixie turns to you
- >”So exactly how bored are you right now?”
- “Eh, I’m not really that bored.”
- >”You don’t have to lie to Trixie.”
- “Alright then, I’m pretty fucking bored.”
- >”You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”
- ”Meh, it’s alright, I don’t have anything else to do anyway, I suppose.”
- >Your phone buzzes in your pocket
- >1 new message from Fluttershy
- >”Anon, if you can, I think we should talk, can you stop by my house today? If that’s alright of course.”
- >You notice Trixie peeking over your shoulder at your phone’s screen
- “I should probably… take care of this.”
- >”Go ahead, Trixie should probably hang out with Vinyl alone anyway.”
- >You grin at her
- “There something you need to tell me about you and her?”
- >She scoffs and waves you off
- >You head up the stairs and out the door
- >”Yo Anon, where are you heading?”
- “Something came up, thanks for having me over though.”
- >”Yeah, no problem bro, talk to you later.”
- >With that you promptly make your way out of the house and begin your trek over to Fluttershy’s
- >You sigh to yourself
- >This isn’t going to be fun
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Mr Self Destruct - (Sort-of) Tsundere Trixie (unfinished)
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