Title:           Week31 - GreentextSavant
Author:          AlexanderGrey
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First Edit:      Tuesday 25th of October 2016 02:21:06 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 25th of October 2016 02:21:06 AM CDT

FUCKIN NATURE:
>...
>It's a little annoying how you can never tell the exact moment you fall asleep. It's hard to know the precise number of hours you slept.
>But it is definitely a few minutes after three in the morning after Trixie's frantic voice wakes you up. The extremely bright glow of your phone inside your sleeping bag couldn't have been more clear.
>She speaks to you as your heartbeat slowly eases.
>"There... is someone outside right now!"
"Wh-what?"
>"Shh!"
>You immediately silence yourself and go into full listening mode. Nothing at first.
>Still nothing.
>And yet... still nothing to be heard. You start to doubt what Trixie was telling you, but then you hear the VERY light footsteps.
>The direction of intensity your heartbeat was going in reverses.
>"Hear it?"
"Y-yeah..."
>After your eyes adjust to the dark a little bit, you notice the... terrified look in Trixie's eyes.
>It sends a shiver up your spine, especially when you hear the footsteps once more.
>You're anything but calm now, panicking on the inside and looking in any direction for an answer to what is going on.
>"Y-" Trixie almost calls out to whoever it is, but her fear stops her.
>And you can only empathize with this, those footsteps sound... odd.
>You're not sure how you can tell, but those don't sound like shoes; or feet at all.
"Maybe it's an animal." You nearly mouth the words.
>It's easy to tell that Trixie doesn't believe you.
>She grabs a flashlight, holding it by the part that shines the light instead of the blunt handle.
>After another couple of seconds, Trixie gestures for you to grab something as well.
>You can see a god damn thing in this darkness. Slide your hand around, finding nothing but the surface of your sleeping bag and the tent floor.
>But Trixie already gets up and rushes towards the zippered flap.
>The loud sound of the zipper being pulled pierces your ears.
>Trixie exits the tent, leaving you inside for a minute and a half before returning.
>"There nothing there!"
"What do you mean there's nothing there? I know you weren't just hearing things because I heard it too!"
>"Listen! Trixie went around the whole tent and shined her flashlight into the woods and everything! There is nothing there!"
>You shake your head.
"But... then what the hell were those noises?"
>"Trixie doesn't fucking know!" She's trying to keep her voice low enough to avoid waking the other campers.
>You look back towards the zipper door that Trixie very hastily closed back up. There is a hardly noticeable amount of moonlight shining in from it.
>Something about the way the dim light looks makes you want to duck and cover into your sleeping bag.
>Trixie is shuffling around next to you; you can feel her sleeping bag brushing against yours.
>"What was that?" Her voice squeaks.
>You just grunt instead of answering this time, not wanting to look into this any further.
>"Trixie doesn't like this. She knows she heard something, and she knows you heard something too."
>Both of you fall silent just in case a noise might start up again. Nothing but the chirping of the crickets can be heard.
>Nothing else at all.
"Let's just go to sleep, okay?"
>You're not very comfortable with the fact that you went straight to saying that. According to your phone, there are still at least three more hours separating you from morning.
>But there's nothing else you can do.
>It's clear that Trixie slipped back into her sleeping bag before you had. You shut your eyes, soon remembering that the two of you had planned to wake up around now anyway.
>It's quite embarrassing to consider that your imaginations made you want to go back to sleep.
>...Along with those actual audible noises you heard.
>Why can't you convince yourself that it was just a deer or something?
>...
>After presumably another twenty minutes, a nudging wakes you up.
>"Anon."
>You quietly groan.
"Ugh, what is it?" At least you could recognize Trixie's voice.
>"Trixie heard it again."
"Can we at least try to ignore it?"
>"It was louder this time."
>You're just so sick of this.
"Well what can we do anyway?"
>Trixie hesitates before agreeing with you. "Fine. But... can you do something?"
"What?"
>"Can you lean against Trixie so she knows you're still there?"
>...
"What?"
>"It's just a... an assurance thing." Trixie almost fumbles over her words. "She's fucking scared, okay?"
>You don't want to admit how much you empathized with this feeling before, but now your fatigue has started to take over and you're giving less of a fuck at this point.
>But whatever, you'll lean against the girl.
"Fine." You slightly roll yourself like an elongated wheel up to her.
>But you're pretty much in no mood to fall asleep. You truly do want to just turn the lights on and make this environment a much... brighter and happy one.
>Maybe you can talk about how Trixie acted the night before. That seems pretty much a very fun thing to talk about rather than this... creepiness.
>How did things get so dark so fast?
>Maybe you should stop letting your imagination bully you.
>Isn't that what Trixie told you before?
 
SUNSET IN THE CABÓN
>You have your back turned.
>Sunset makes sure you can't hear what she's doing, but makes sure you can feel it quite well.
>She waves her hands around.
>"So how are you feeling?" She asks.
"Can you just tell me why you wanted me to follow you here?"
>"It's just my cabin."
>That fact alone is enough reason for you to want to leave. Don't want to be around a girl for very long.
>You must live up to your master's expectations.
>You feel something warm wash over you.
>What on earth was that.
>"Anon~"
"What the.."
>Spin around to find Sunset suddenly wearing nothing but lingerie.
>And you barely notice a fading light soon disappear from her... hands?
>"Can you come here for a second?"
>You already know what this is, already backing away and frantically looking for the door.
"I-I gotta go."
>"No you don't." She's already within arm's reach of you.
>What is this you're feeling... to... step into her arms?
>Turn away and try to dodge you way around her.
>She's between you and the door.
>A really strong part of you deliberately messes up in trying to get around Sunset.
>This... this is mind control.
"S-sorry, I'm not interested."
>Sunset grabs your wrist. You know what this means.
>But you can't shoo the thoughts away from your mind.
>She smiles. "I saw that."
>Out of all of the lewd things you pictured Sunset doing in that outfit, you're not even sure which one Sunset saw you imagine.
"I can't do this."
>"Yes you can." She lightly lunges at you.
>Half of you tries to dodge again, and the other half of you stops the first half.
>She's holding you now, freely seeing everything you're thinking.
>You do everything you can to keep yourself from getting hard, but something happened to you.
>More and more of you is wanting this by the second.
>What did she do to you? You didn't feel this way five minutes ago.
>Sunset pulls you in closer, trying to sneak a kiss in.
>You become weak.
>"Come on, Anon." She moans. "Why resist?"
>She's leaning right up against you now; your hands move on their own around Sunset's torso to undo the back of her lingerie.
"S-sunset..."
>"Shh... let me teach you how love feels."
"But... this is against my master's wishes. It's how he taught me."
>"Just leave that whole thing he's doing. The guy's got plenty more students to brainwash anyway. He's not going to miss ya."
"B-but... I was told not to let this happen to me!" All you can do is try everything in your power to try to convince her to spare you.
>Sunset leans in to kiss you on the lips; turn your head to face your mouth away from hers.
>But each time you turn away, your neck becomes weaker and weaker with desire to let this happen.
>"Well I'm here to save you. If there's anyone worth saving it's you." Sunset chases your mouth in search for a kiss. "Now... let me show you what I taste like."
>Your struggling nearly dwindles to nothing. The weakness and desire nearly completely overcomes you; you've already unhooked Sunset's bra.
"S-sun...set..."
>"Shhhhh, it's okay..."
>You're completely hopeless for a split second.
>Entirely unable to break free of this gentle grasp.
>Entirely unwilling to break free of it as well.
>Until something else accompanies the hot feeling that's been tingling all over your body.
>A... growing absence of it. As though it's slowly starting to be drained out of you.
>Sunset's lips haven't even met yours yet, but you can soon start to push away at her again.
>"A-Anon?"
"No..."
>"Anon, it's going to be okay. It's okay to love another person." Sunset tries to convince you.
"No... it's not..."
>"Wh-what?"
>Sunset tries to pull you back into full embrace once more, but her heart isn't as willing as it was before.
>The warmth you've been feeling is now evidently being drained from you.
>You expect Sunset to try and pull you in again, but all she does is re-hook her bra.
>She looks confused and almost worried.
>"Anon, what's wrong? Don't you like me?" Her question comes out in a way that sounds like it's not what she wanted to say.
>The heat continues to leave you until you're at normal temperature again.
>After that, you start to feel... colder.
>Only now do you realize.
>Your master. He's nearby.
>"Anon... please! Come back to me!" Sunset reaches her arms out towards you, now that the two of you aren't making any contact anymore.
"No. I must obey my master."
>Sunset steps over to you and holds onto your hands, trying the best she can to warm them. But you know that there are no lewd thought for her to see this time around.
>Not only this, but Sunset's own hands have also started to get cold. Her own temperature is being affected, and she's just now realizing it.
>"What... what on earth is going on?" Sunset quietly gasps as she sees nothing but an empty grass feild in your head. "Come on, please... let's just give love a chance..."
>She is no longer enthusiastic about that statement. She voluntarily lets go of your hand.
"I think you should leave."
>"What the hell is your problem, you prick?" Sunset lashes out without second thought before promptly covering her mouth in surprise.
>This was the last thing she expected to be feeling while she was in here with you.
"You might want to get used to that." You tell her. "It happens when my master is around."
>Sunset soon starts to get an increasingly convincing urge to slap you.
>That imaginary slap turns into an imaginary punch.
>The girl can't process what in this world is happening to her.
>"What are you doing to me? How dare you!"
"Oh, I'm not doing anything, 'Sunny Bunny'." You mock.
>"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"
>The only new heat that Sunset starts to feel is... rage?
>It's almost as thought her past self has been reborn out of literally nowhere and nothing.
>Sunset clenches her fists in unusual discomfort and begins to shake.
>She can't stand to look at you as you bask in the hatred you're already used to.
>Everything got needlessly edgy unrealistically fast.
>There is nothing else that can make this happen other than the amulet your master possess.
>"Why the hell did I ever let you into my cabin? I tried so hard to open up to you and you respond by being an ungrateful asshole!"
"Don't you dare try to blame me on this. You tried to cast an arousal spell on me, didn't you?"
>"It was the only way to get you to see the truth!" Sunset shouts.
"You don't know what the truth is! You're too much of a bitch to realize it!"
>"Shut your mouth! You always do this! You always pretend like you're the only one not in the dark! I can't believe I've been so nice to you for so long."
>You just stand there and let the makeshift hatred consume her.
>"It was for your own good! You've always been so closed minded, but you know what? I'm done with trying to get through to you. Fuck you, Anon. You're just an edgy jerk now."
>There is a slow knock on the door.
>It's obvious who it is.
>"What do you want?!"
>A low-toned voice replies through the door. "I'm here to pick up my subject. I heard him talking in here."
>Sunset clenches her fists ever more tightly, then goes to fetch a robe to put on. She's freezing now anyway.
>After Sunset opens the door, she only frowns more deeply as she comes face to face with an odd looking young man.
>"Who are you?" Demands Sunset as she shivers inside of her robe.
"He's my master."
>He looks at you and groans. "I'm your mentor, not master." He reminds you. "Now go follow the rest of the group. They're near the campfire."
>"The group? Of who?" Sunset steps towards you mentor.
>He immediately steps out of arms reach from Sunset, holding tightly on to his amulet. "People." He takes another step back. "And don't touch me."
>"What?"
>"And it's 'whom', by the way."
>You just walk past the two of them, soon seeing the other four or five people your mentor has saved from the mane 6's magic.
>He steps back from as you move past him. He keeps an eye on where Sunset is standing.
>Meanwhile, Sunset just stands at the doorway with a miserable expression plaguing her face.
>Where on earth did the good vibes just go? Who is this guy?
>...
>You're soon let off of the bus.
>Celestia and Luna wave goodbye to you.
>Your mentor sits in the back seat as he is driven back to the camp with the two sisters. Apologizing for the "mix up" with the "other school district's field trip program".
The End.
 
SUNBOT:
>Several minutes pass as you sit next to Sonata and converse with her.
>She goes over to the vending machine and gets everyone including herself a couple of snacks.
"So how long ago have your friends been in Tokyo?" You ask with a twizzler slapping your shoulder as you look over it.
>No one seems to be looking for you.
>"Probably like... uh... I dunno." Sonata shrugs. "They must have been there for a while."
>A voice soon sounds over the intercom that the boat to Tokyo is now being boarded.
>You all stand up, intending to get onto the plane early.
>Hold onto Sunset's hand.
"C'mon. The sooner we're out of public sight, the better." You mutter low enough for Sonata not to hear.
>Sunset leans closer to you as you pass the ticket area.
>You couldn't have gotten onto the boat soon enough. You almost sprint across the loading dock, at least in your mind.
>"So where are we staying?" Sunset looks around at the room numbers once the three of you make it into a corridor.
>Sonata leads you two if the opposite direction. "Right there. 108." She pulls her keys out.
>The door is opened and you soon find yourself plopping down onto the bed as your day of running has finally ended.
>Sunset lands right next to you, grabbing your hand once more and holding tightly onto it.
>"Well you two look exhausted." Sonata brings up as she sets a couple of her bags down.
"We've been... kind of rushing all day."
>Sunset nods in agreement.
>"Well... I'm gonna go ahead and go get something to eat. Wanna come with?" Sonata is already about to go back out the door.
"You mean like... again?"
>"Well we were eating snacks before." Sonata opens the door. "I'm gonna have a real meal now. Hope they have tacos here."
>"Well what do you think?" Sunset turns to you. "Want to get bit to eat?"
"I'd rather rest up for you."
>Sunset smiles at you. "Then I'm staying here with you." She cuddles up to you.
 
SUNSET THE PSYCHIATRIST:
>Ever since she learned what her powers were, Sunset began to feel a fascination for understanding how other people felt about things through their thoughts.
>The powers of being able to actually see someone's thoughts by touching them are to be taken very seriously.
>It's no secret that people disagree and fail to understand eachother's intentions at certain times. And that can lead to arguments and disputes that could ruffle feathers in a relationship.
>It could even end a friendship if it were strong enough, and that's not something Sunset wants to see.
>After finishing high school, Sunset began to study psychology to accompany her ability.
>She greatly excelled in the field.
>Stemming from (Equestrian) Twilight's influence of helping correct friendships, Sunset's interest in becoming a professional psychiatrist grew. Needless to say, she easily landed a career in the field.
>Day by day, Sunset sat in her office with her pendant nearby, ready to slip it over her head whenever she needed it.
>And so she did whenever a patient had a scheduled appointment with her. Sunset swore to limit the use of her pendant to her job with the exception of emergencies in which a villain needed to be defeated.
>The patient would sit on the couch, and Sunset would slip her pendant on while in a chair next to the couch.
>She would tell them to close their eyes and relax, then to reach out their hand and let her hold it in hers.
>The session would continue from there, often with tons of progress.
>After a while, Sunset learned that people's brains panic a lot when they know that their thoughts are being read.
>Their own cognitive dissonance would cause them to imagine the absolute last things they want to be known for imagining, very often things that don't represent them in the slightest bit.
>She had learned to look past the cognitive dissonance and find the truth.
>But her biggest challenge is a patient like you.
>Anon.
>...
>"Come in." Sunset's voice sounds before she can even hear your hand on the door handle.
>She's sitting in a recliner chair next to a small couch, watching you approach her as the door quietly closes behind you.
>The room is a lot warmer than the hallway outside, making you lower your shoulders right away.
>"Come have a seat... Mr. Mous, is it?"
"Yeah." You reply. "So, you can read minds, right?"
>She nods.
>That looks of certainty in her eyes makes you begin to feel apprehensive already. And you can tell she's somehow picking up on this.
>Your thoughts start to wander somewhere you're not comfortable with other people knowing about.
>Everything you don't want her to see pops up in your head; god damn it, brain.
>"Can you have a seat and lean back for me?"
>Oh god, why did she have to say it like that?
>You imagine her perching herself right over you on the couch. The thought enters your head the further you lean back after seating yourself on the couch.
>After glancing over at Sunset, you pick up the vibe that she can tell you're getting concerned already. But she doesn't seem at all surprised.
>The cushion lightly props your head up.
>Look over at Sunset again. The change of elevation causes your eyes to meet her chest before they go up to her face. And you were doing so well being former.
>"Is it okay if I call you Anon?"
>Oh god.
"Uh, sure."
>"Great." Her voice gets a little more soothing as you start to imagine her completely topless. "Can you close your eyes and take my hand, Anon?"
>This is totally not good.
>You're so hesitant, and you want to stand up and leave for the sole purpose of not turning this into a train wreck.
>But you came here for a reason; to get better. It would be stupid and counterproductive to walk out now.
>You eventually do what she says, desperately trying to avoid those... thoughts.
>They don't go away.
>And you feel Sunset's warm hand touch yours.
 
CHEERILEE ONESHOT:
>The two of you have to wait until everyone else is gone.
>But you're already getting hard. Dangerously hard.
>It feels like your pants aren't going to surv-
>"Ya ready?" Cheerily breaks you out of your thoughts.
>You hadn't even realized that everyone was already gone.
>The librarian teacher corners you in between two adjacent rows of metal.
>Backs you into them until she's pressing against you, keeping a finger on your chin as she kisses you.
>Your hands can't resist reaching around her hardly concealed curves and surveying her behind.
>This cheerleader outfit is extra tight on her given that she's developed even more ever since the last time she's worn it.
>It ain't covering as much anymore, already riding up those hips and the bottom of her abdomen.
>You're falling down to a squatting position, still noticing how much your boner protrudes even though your are bending your legs closer to your body.
>Miss Cheerilee plants her legs on either side of your own bent knees, leaning onto your shoulders with her hands.
>That top is almost at the level of tearing off of her.
>She starts to squat down over you, and you push her thighs apart with your knees, spreading your own legs until her crotch hovers above yours.
>With your personal cheerleader's legs spread wide.
>You already have a sneaky view of her light pink panties with that skirt failing to fall low enough.
>It only peeks through until Cheerilee lifts the front up for you to see that band of thin fabric hugging her mound underneath.
>Her fingers dance around on the fabric, digging just under the rim.
>She murmurs to you in a sultry voice: "I never thought I would be doing this with a student." Then pushes her panties aside.
>One lip slips out at a time; that damn thing was clinging onto her tightly.
>The fly on the front of your jeans breaks from the force. can't hold it in anymore.
>Your diamond member shoots through the front opening and points directly at your personal cheerleader.
>Cheerilee tucks the bottom of her skirt into the rim of her panties to keep herself exposed to you.
>The bridge that used to cover her honeypot is now pinched between her upper inner thigh and a soft place.
>Cheerilee VERY willingly lunges her hips forward so your knees don't hold her hovering above you. But she keeps her legs, and her nether region, spread.
>She lands right on top of your enlarged head, making it twitch wildly under the doomed fabric of your boxers.
>You don't know if the pre-cum creating the wet spot is your... or hers.
>But she doubles down on your pleading member anyway, straining the front of your boxers to the point where the fabric itself starts to give way.
>"2... 4... 6... 8..." You hear her chant every time she slams her tender cooter down onto your solid tent. "Who do I appreciate?"
>The only response you can think of is-
>Oh fuck, her walls are even sliding against your shaft through your boxers. Things have already gotten that wet. That... soaked.
>She leand forward, pulling you towards her by your shoulders and meeting you halfway for a long kiss.
>A couple of eager moans escape Cheerilee as she feels more and more of your shaft becoming apparent against the inside of her.
>And so, you groan in ecstasy into Cheerilee's mouth for a moment before she breaks the kiss. Her warm breath tickling your lips as her grinning face returns to looming above you.
>"I appreciate a good breeding, my greatest fan!" Miss Cheerilee goes back to her desirous bouncing on your member, wearing the resistence of your boxers thin to practically nothing.
>And then entirely to nothing; muffle ripping sounds can be heard as the soaked fabric inside of Cheerilee surrenders to the intense heat and moisture.
>You don't even care about any of your clothes anymore at this point.
>Take your hands and furiously grope the front side of Cheerilee's body as your cheerleader frees your throbbing dick.
>Letting it glide out of the gaping hole in the fabric completely and directly envelop itself in her slippery flesh that tightly cradles it from all sides.
>And lovingly pulls the surface of your shaft along with it with just enough sliding to make your senses force you to thrust your hips upward.
>She pushes down into your thrust, welcoming your desired but involuntary reflex.
>You just know that you're going to leave a butt-plant in the grass with Cheerilee bouncing on top of you this much.
>Her energy sometimes overpowers your upwards motions until your body convulses and cannot be kept against the ground by anything in this world.
>The bottom of Cheerilee's top is scrunched up by your madly curling thumbs, and the rest of your fingers find their way over to the armholes, where the grab ahold.
>She feels and sees you do this, proceeding to hump you even harder. Your hands lock on with an unstoppable grasp.
>Your hands crumple her top up further and further, unveiling her jiggling breasts that bounce twice as often as she does.
>They're so slippery with a thin coat of sweat as your hands grab on and fondle them, thumbs flicking her nipples when they pass over hem.
>Her crotch starts to drip onto your pelvic area with the moisture that your plunging member brought out. She starts moving straight up and down with less speed so each thrust lasts longer... and makes you explosively add your own ingredient to what's dripping out onto you.
>Your unbounded climax shoots a raging load up and DEEP into Cheerilee the cheerleader as she squirms around in her tiny little outfit. With your hands viciously groping onto her soft, slippery chest.
>The juices leak down onto your hips and pool into the grass.
>There's gonna be some weird looking grass growing there in a couple of weeks. Around the two larger circles where your ass cheeks were and the two smaller ovals where Cheerilee's knees were.