Title:           Poem born of blackmail (MLP)
Author:          Straight-Shooter
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/U892eQLs
First Edit:      Sunday 24th of May 2015 07:05:17 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 24th of May 2015 07:05:17 PM CDT

> Be Anon.
> Question every decision in your life that lead up to this point.
> "Well, go on."
> Diamond Tiara grinned as Sliver Spoon snorted besides her. They stood only a few feet to your left, but you can feel the sheer amount of 'smug' rolling off them.
> Contemplate shoving their namesakes down their throats.
> Jail time's probably not worth it.
> Probably.
> You look around the cafeteria.
> Lunch is in full swing, though it's still early in the period.
> You can tell because no ones broken into spontaneous song.
> A few people are already eyeing you curiously, or at least the large amp that's stood besides you.
> It's already all plugged in: a nearly silent whine coming from it.
> Look at the microphone if your right hand and sheets of paper in your left.
> Look up at the two bitches-
> Look up at the two kids to your left.
> Diamond gives a almost invisible nod.
> Fuck...here goes....
"Bacon Hair. A poem to Sunset Shimmer."
> Entire fucking cafeteria goes silent.
> Everyone's looking at you.
> You can see Sunset Shimmer off to one side, sitting at a table with the other 'Rainbombs'
> She looks appropriately worried.
> She can't complain to a certain extent: she's the one who suggested the 'auction' to you anyway.
> You hadn't really been dating that long.
> Ah, well. You're not getting to third base after this shit.
> Time to go out in a moderately impressive manner.
> You clear your throat.
"Bacon Hair.
Out of the entire school I could pick,
a lot of people that I would kick,
but you're the last I would punt,
especially after you let me eat out your-"
> HOLY FUCKING SHIT
> Stupid amount of feedback from amp
> Turn around to see the principle and vice principle.
> They're not laughing, unlike the rest of the damn room.
> You quickly turn to the two little shits-
> -to the little tykes to the left.
> Fucking gone.
"...To my credit, there are a lot of words that rhyme with punt.."
 
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> Walk out of principle's office.
> Finally.
> Look at the hallway clock.
> Shit. It's late.
> Suppose you should be glad you only got a detention, rather then getting your ass kicked to the curb.
> Doesn't soften the fact that you're probably gonna have every Dick Tom and Jane in this school ribbing you for the rest of the year for that stunt you pulled.
> Check phone as you begin shuffling down the corridor.
> 1 message, from 'D.T.'
> "LOLOLO, gg fag. C U tomoz :P ."
> What a bitch.
> Push open school doors, not having the energy to slam them open.
> Blink in surprise when Bacon Hair herself is sitting on the front steps.
> Shite.
> You don't need this now.
> Try to walk past without drawing attention to self.
> "Anon?"
> Ah, crap. It was worth the attempt.
"Y-yo?"
> "You get a good ear thrashing?"
> Nod.
> "Heh. Well, suppose I should apologize for pushing you to sign up for the auction, huh?"
> Yes.
"Nah, it's alright. It was those two little b...kids that caused this shit."
> Sunset just shrugs, before giving you a sly look.
> "Sooo...that poem, huh?"
> Not sure where she's going with this, you just nod slightly.
> "...ya ever heard of 'putting poetry into motion?"
"...Bwa...?"
> She shoots you most shit-eating-grin you've even seen.
> ...Holy shit.
 
> You lost your pride and dignity.
> Still worth.