Title:           Week33 - GreentextSavant
Author:          AlexanderGrey
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First Edit:      Saturday 5th of November 2016 08:12:09 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 5th of November 2016 08:12:09 PM CDT

SUNSET THE PSYCHIATRIST:
>The sexual thoughts start to dwindle down little by little, but they're still relatively present in the midst of the reason why you came here.
>But Sunset can easily make out which thoughts you feel strongly serious about.
>She sees all of the moments you tried to talk to tother individuals, often relating it to what you've been letting into your mind just now. She sees your social awkwardness, your stuttering, all of the embarrassing moments that stemmed from it.
>And your breathing finally slows to a point where you're not half as worried as you were before.
>"So I take it that you came here because you want to make yourself less socially inept, is that correct?"
>You think about her question, remembering all of the times that you could have made friends but didn't have to stomach to talk to anyone. Didn't have the bravery that would have gotten you something else to do on a Friday night other than stare at the ceiling making weird sounds.
>"I see you were... quite the interesting character when you were younger." Sunset tells you with her hand gripping you a little bit more tightly. "I can see why you'd wish you had done more back then."
>She can see how much you've missed out.
>You start to tense up again, but only for a moment before Sunset's hand gently wraps around your wrist again.
>"Can you show me where all of this started?"
"Like, my life... or...?"
>"The first thing you remember about wanting to make more friends in life."
>You hardly noticed her scooting closer to you with your eyes having been closed so often. You really don't think you should have been taking peeks at her, it's making the thoughts about her body come back.
>And she knows you're doing that as well.
"I-I can't focus."
>"I can see that." Sunset responds. "Just keep your eyes closed and listen to my voice."
>You starting to stiffen up in your pants isn't exactly helping this go by faster.
>Sunset sees you thinking about that.
 
 
SUNSET IN THE SUGARCUBE CORNER PLACE THING:
>Run into Sunset at Sugarcube corner.
>She looks quite surprised to see you. "Oh hey, Anon."
"Hey..."
>What words are supposed to come after this part?
>"What's up?"
>You can't think of an answer for this because your brain always delets all memory whenever anyone asks you anything about yourself. Better lie.
"I was just getting myself a milkshake. It's a little hot out here."
>"It's like November, though."
"I know, but I've been running, so..."
>"Ah, okay. I get ya." She then walks into the shop right next to you. "I was just getting some hot chocolate myself."
>The two of you make it to the counter. She offers for you to go first, to which you accept.
>Order your fucking milkshake, even thought it's actually almost cold enough to see your breath outside.
>Cherry flavored. With ice cream and all.
>Sit down at a booth while Sunset goes up next, only to find that she has no wallet to pull out of her pocket. She silently curses to herself.
>After another half minute, Sunset sits down next to you.
"You need a dollar or something."
>"Nah, I'm good. I guess I'm just going to have to quench my thirst later." She looks over to the milkshake you're desperately trying to enjoy. "You... didn't really want to get a milkshake, didn't you?"
"What? Naaaaah..."
>"Anon." Sunset smiles and raises an eyebrow.
>It's clear she's not buying it.
"Well, I..."
>"I can help you finish it if you want." She offers. "I like cherry flavored things sometimes."
"You sure?" You notice her sitting down right next to you anyway after getting a second straw.
>"C'mon, now. It'll be fine. We can enjoy this together." She leans in to take a sip.
>You're honestly not even willing to stop her. Her straw penetrates the whipped cream on top and some of the milkshake is soon sucked through the straw into her mouth.
 
LADY RARA:
>...
>Trixie stays with Coloratura for the rest of the night, biding her time with her at her bedside and waiting for the Dazzling to return to deliver any more "news" to the performer.
>They don't arrive at first, only making Trixie wonder even more before the manager's car shows up outside of Coloratura's trailer.
>She squints at him as he steps out and approaches the vehicle/residence.
>Right as there is a knock on the door, Trixie grabs the pendant around Coloratura's neck and yanks it off. The door cracks open despite no one allowing the manager to come in.
>"I have some more neeeeews~" He announces in an annoyingly singsongy voice.
>But his little entry is interrupted by Trixie, who tackles him to the ground.
>"What th-"
>The manager's mouth is stuffed full of pendant, Trixie practically brushes his teeth with it before he opens wide and lets the girl on top of him shove it all the way to the back of his tongue.
>The manager starts to make gurgling noises as Coloratura stands there and watches in partial horror.
>Trixie starts to grin deviously, raising her shoulders, but reinforcing her hold on the manager beneath her grasp.
>He starts to kick his little legs around to break free, but the pendant starts to shine inside of the back of his mouth.
>It makes his throat feel like it's about to burn.
>"You will do everything Trixie tells you to do." Trixie starts to command the helpless man as his struggle to break free dwindles.
>He gives her a few more grunts, soon sounding a little bit more musically enhanced in the voice by the time the once solid pendant in his thread melts into him.
>It feels warmer and warmer until he can't feel it anymore. And his mind cannot feel the orders he tries to give it anymore, now only responsive to Trixie's voice.
>"Stand up." Trixie rises to her feet, looming over the disgruntled manager with now messy hair.
>He obeys without question.
>The manager gets up to his feet, standing in front of Trixie with spirals in his eyes.
>He’s starting to tear up a little bit until the girl tells him to stop. He stands there facing the same direction as Trixie meanders around him, giving him a devious look.
>Coloratura can’t help but stay silent, despite wanting to know what it was that Trixie did to the manager.
>”Now you listen to Trixie really closely.” Trixie steps up to the manager with her eyes narrowing to a vulturine glare. “You are going to return the siren magic to the Dazzlings where it belongs.”
>”That was magic?” Coloratura feels a question finally spill out of her.
>”There’s no time to explain.” Trixie turns to her friend. “Just follow your manager and Trixie outside of the trailer.”
>She opens the door and orders the manager to follow her outside. The three exit into the night, and Trixie keeps an eye on the man with a swift hand ready to subdue him once more should he try to run away.
>”Now answer the question Trixie is about to ask you with full honestly from the bottom of your mind with all the needed knowledge.” Trixie leans toward the manager and fails to hold back a grin.”
>Coloratura can feel the smugness radiating from the other girl.
>”Where are the Dazzlings right now?” Trixie asks.
>The manager can hardly feel his conscious function, swaying back and forth on his feet as he struggles to balance. But there is something that comes out perfectly clearly; his answer to the question.
>”They are in the trailer around the corner, waiting for me to bring Coloratura over to them for her final initiation.”
>This sends a chill up Coloratura’s spine.
>The manager is redirected in the direction in which he is asked to point, and Trixie can see the much more decorated trailer off the Dazzlings in less than a minute.
>”Looks like they wanted to see you and your manager, Coloratura.” Trixie speaks softly, but keeps her hands balled into fists. “How about we pay them a visit?”
>Coloratura starts to get into the whole spirit of… whatever this is turning out to be and gives Trixie a nod.
>Trixie approaches the front door with the manager by her side and delivers a swift, stern knock to the door.
>It’s as though Adagio was already at the door by the time Trixie knocked, she opens it in less than a second.
>She recognizes the manager, but not the look on his face.
>”Did… you bring our new member here?” She asks, soon noticing the answer to her question standing right behind the manager alongside Trixie.
>”Attack.” Trixie points towards the trailer, watching the manager start foaming at the mouth like a rabid squirrel and tacking adagio to the floor.
>Coloratura gets and urge to look away, but resists at at the sight of her previous predators falling prey to Trixie’s apparent brilliance.
>Adagio kicks and screams for the manager to get off of her, only getting a face full of mouth foam by the time Aria and Sonata rush to her assistance.
>”What the fuck is going on?” Aria groans as she sees the evil grin on Trixie’s face.
>Sonata automatically becomes apprehensive and runs back in to the trailer.
>Aria struggles to get the manager off of her leader, only finding the manager flopping around on the ground next to Adagio, who does the same. She gives them an extremely confused look as backs away before running in response to the manager rising to his face and majestically galloping towards her.
>She screams for Adagio to get up and help her as she gets cornered by the hypnotized manager. There is no response; Adagio only lets out a long, gurgling moan.
>Sonata jumps out the back window and runs away as fast as she can. Weaves by the rows of trailer with various stars she and her friends had conquered the minds of. Now not caring at all what they would be doing at his moment in time.
>She disappears in to the darkness with an eventual soft whimpering out of sheer horror form what she just witnessed.
>Aria can’t push the manager off of her either, soon getting a face full of foam just like Adagio had. Feeling her mind start to race and spin to the point where she can’t think anymore aside obey whatever she is told.
>Trixie saw which direction Sonata ran off to. She orders Adagio and Aria to regroup near her along with the manager. Coloratura can’t tell exactly at which moment she looked away; all she knows is that the sirens are not a thing she needs to worry about anymore.
>The group starts after Sonata, the manager and the two hypnotized Dazzlings lumbering in the front with their arms dangling before them.
>One could easily tell that they do not look at all well.
>It’s only a few minutes until they spot Sonata still running, now getting horrendously out of breath.
>She notices the starting after her, and has to force herself to keep going.
>But the hypnotized trio can easily gain on her, Sonata wailing in fear as she sees the washed out looks on Aria’s and Adagio’s faces.
>She notices a ravine a little ways to her side, and sprints over to it with all of her remaining energy, springing herself into it with a resounding splash.
>The other two Dazzlings are told to stay back as Trixie slips out of her sweatshirt and dives in after Sonata, looking to apprehend the girl herself.
>Sonata screams as she realizes how slowly she is forced to move in the shoulder deep water.
>Trixie strokes after her with orders towards the surface for her minions to stay put and make sure nothing happens to Coloratura.
>”I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Sonata tries to plead the Great and gaining Trixie.
>But Trixie catches up to her and bear hugs her from behind.
>”Please don’t kill me! At least not until after Tuesday!”
 
FUCKIN NATURE:
>You lie on your back next to Trixie for a little bit, staring at the ceiling of the tent. Not caring enough to go and get your pants.
>Fade out a couple of times, soon realizing how dark it suddenly gets.
"Ugh... wha?" You groan with fatigue weighing down your voice.
>How did it suddenly go back to being early morning.
>You didn't even realize you were lying on your side.
>"Trixie was wondering when you'd get up." A familiar voice sounds right next to you.
"What's going on?"
>The girl slaps a deck of cards down in front of you. "Trixie needs someone to pick a card. And nobody else is up yet."
>You noticed that she's completely dressed.
"Oh, you got dressed."
>She pauses and almost glares past you. "...What?" Looks down. "Trixie didn't even change yet."
>You don't really listen, just looking around for your pants, realizing that you previously thought you had shorts on instead of pants.
>Soon feel the denim around your ankles inside of the sleeping bag.
>And a... really warm spot around your crotch area. It feels damp the more you shift around.
>"You were really tossing and turning around in your sleep. Trixie thought you were going to die or something."
"What?"
>Like the approaching morning sun, it all slowly dawns upon your waking mind.
>It was all a dream.
>You had remembered the things Trixie had posted earlier and inserted them into your dream.
>The things she was spamming - that was something that happened yesterday afternoon. You simply relayed it in your head... along with other thoughts.
>Thoughts that made you...
>You don't want to slip out of your sleeping bag any time soon.
>"Pick a card. Trixie needs to try something." The girl slides the deck in your direction. "She didn't wake you up to let you just sit there."
 
GENERIC SUNSETXANON PROMPT:
>Be Anon.
>You hear some very disconcerting noises from Sunset's room.
>It's crying; something that is never okay to hear coming from there.
>Get out of your bed, being Anon, and walk down the hall to Sunset's room.
>You start running because you want to make her feel better as soon as possible.
>Nobody hurts Anon's SunnyBunny. Ever.
>Be Anon, opening the door and finding Sunset in her bed with tears streaming down her face.
>She looks directly at you and the light from the hallway washes over her gleaming eyes.
>"A-Anon!" She says in a croaking voice the name of her super duper white knight protag love interest.
"Sunset..." You step over to her.
>It hurts you so much to see her cry. You can't stand it; all you want for Sunset is happiness, even if it's at your expense.
>Nothing comes before Sunset, not even your life, Anon.
>Be Anon.
>Wrap your arms around Sunset, feeling her shoulders moving up and down with each sob. It's making you want to cry with her so badly.
>"Anon."
"Sunset."
>She hugs you back really tightly, burying her face into your shoulders, letting your generic protag T-shirt soak her tears away.
>Be Anon.
>Getting into bed next to Sunset and keeping her close to you in the warmth under the covers.
"Shhh... Everything's going to be alright." You stroke the side of her head and whisper kind words into her ear.
>She starts to silence herself as she hugs you back. Slowing her shuddering breathing.
>"I love you so much, Anon. I love you so so so so so much..."
"I love you too, Sunset."
>Fall back onto the pillow with your ultimate eternal lover Sunset Shimmer. Be Anon.
>Be Anon.
>AnonAnonAnonAnon.
"Please don't cry. I'm here for you."
>Sunset sniffles and starts to smile the most beautiful smile you've ever seen. With your heads rested on the pillow and your faces touching by the nose.
>You kiss, long and deep. Proclaiming your eternal love over and over again.
>Be Anon.
>ANON.
>With SUNSET, your LOVER.
>Be Anon.
>Sunset has stopped crying.
>Thank GOODNESS.
>You let the door to her room close all the way. It closes because of magic or whatever.
>"Anon..." Sunset start to stutter. "I-I need you right now."
"You need me?"
>"I need you to be here for me."
>Knowing what she's been through, you know you can't let her down.
>She needs you, Anon.
>Be Anon.
>"Anon... can you do something for me?"
"Anything, Sunset. Anything."
>She doesn't say a word, only kisses you again, this time more passionately.
>You feel the endless love rush through your veins and through your synching heartbeats.
"I... love you so much." You manage to briefly say between increasingly eager kisses.
>Wrap your arms around the girl as you both lie on your sides together.
>Sunset is smiling widely now as she feels your embrace keep her warm throughout the cold night.
>You feel her arms do the same thing for you. Her tears are long gone now.
>You can now feel at east that your ultimate eternal lover forever and ever is happy now.
>Be Anon. ANON.
>In bed with your lover SUNSET SHIMMER.
>She starts to curiously fiddle with the front of your pants. You soon realize what she needs you for, accepting her offer with some desires of your own.
>Cup her BEAUTIFUL face in your hands and kiss her once more. And again. And again.
>Soon moving your hands down to her chest, where she arches her back to let you have a better feel.
>"I... love you, Anon...."
"I love you too, Sunset."
>Kiss even more enthusiastically as you start to lift up the bottom of her shirt. You're hard now, and it's entirely for no one else but SUNSET SHIMMER.
>She starts to moan into your mouth, signaling that she wants to perch on top of you as you explore her.
>She sounds so happy now. So much happier than before.
>You want it to stay this way, caring about every second of Sunset's happiness.
>Pull her shirt off as the front of your pants are undone.
>Sunset runs her tongue up the ridge of your nose.
 
PUNISHMENT:
>Senior year of high school.
>Towards the beginning, the bad times outweighed the good until the later half came and made everything worth it.
>In the fall, you made several attempts to sit with the coolest kids in school at lunch. Flash and his circle of friends.
>You were one of the ‘middle kids’ to whom those guys and girls conversed during school, but ignored you in real life.
>They did let you sit at their table, but rarely talked to you.
>You stopped trying to talk to them after a while, just eating your lunch and listening to everyone else. Laughing whenever they’d laugh.
>In a way, you did become one of them, but not one of the REAL ones.
>They kept telling you that you were cool like them, but their words were all they had going for them in that argument. You caught on really soon that they didn’t really care about you.
>And then winter came, and you had a lot more work to do after a while, and it ate up your time, and then you couldn’t promise to be available after school for them to make up for… not already being in their group?
>When you say it out loud to yourself, it sounds like you’re the one who’s being stupid, but that’s not the case when you think it in your mind.
>You never really register this notion much, as you start having to double down on your homework; you’re failing horribly.
>Your dad practically doesn’t care about checking your report card whenever it comes in.
>The last time he saw your grades slipping, he just relieved you of the chores you had to do for the week so you had more time to do your homework. That week was one of the only decent academic weeks you’ve had since elementary school.
>He’s a cool but irresponsible dad; he hardly even knows when you’re home during the weekends. You’d party with Flash and his friends whenever you got the chance if they ever invited you.
>But of course, your grades go right back down the tank.
>It reaches the point where even your very graduation is at stake. This is getting REALLY bad, and you’re doing practically nothing to turn it around.
>Right before Christmas break, you’re called to the Vice Principal’s office for obvious reasons.
>But some other not-so-obvious things went down during that session.
>Here’s how the conversation pretty much went:
>”When do you do your homework?” Luna asks you. “You know… when you actually do decide to do your homework.”
“Like… uh, the night before.” You remember never having done it even an hour prior to right before it’s due.
>”How hard is doing the homework for you?”
“It’s… well, it’s boring. I’d say the problems would be easy if I really wanted to do the homework. Not like I hate school or anything.”
>You actually hate most things about school.
>”What if I told you I was about to ask you to solve some math problems right now?” Luna’s voice grows a little playful for the tone of a vice principal, let alone the fact that she’s saying something you’d more expect a math teacher to say.
“Like, right here?”
>”Yes.”
>You remember the pencil in your backpack, mentally preparing to take it out. And it was a good thing you thought this; Luna places a stack of papers on the desk between the two of you.
>You’re writing your name on the top line before you know it, and looking at the rows of seemingly easy math problems. There are much less of them than there are in the homework.
>At least, that’s what it feels like since you don’t have to go looking through a textbook to seek out and find the problems you’d have to do. No word problems either – you hate those.
>Blow right through the few problems, noticing Luna smiling at how quickly you’re doing this. She leans on her elbows with her smile between her hands on her cheeks.
>…
>”So… fifteen minutes in total.” She notifies you after a short glance at the clock.
“Yeah, well… those were easy.”
>”Actually, they’re from one of the homeworks you didn’t finish.” She smirks at you. “In fact, it IS one of the homeworks you didn’t finish.”
>You almost widen your eyes with your gaze fixed back onto the paper. Trying to think of a response for this.
>”You see, I think your problem with homework and studying for tests is motivation to get it done. Not figuring out how to do the homework itself.”
“I… well, yeah. Maybe.”
>”Not maybe. This seems to be clear as day to me.” Her insistent tone softens as she sits back down and locks her fingers in front of herself. “And it looks like someone’s going to have to motivate you to work harder.” She grins again. “And I think that someone is me.”
“Wh-what?”
>She takes out a red pen and writes a 100 on the paper with a circle around it. It doesn’t take long to piece together in your head what’s going to change on your report card.
>”It seems like you have no problem doing homework right in front of me watching you.” Luna continues with a slightly suggestive change in pitch after she says ‘watching’. “So… let’s make a deal.”
>Her choice of words gives you the faintest chill.
>…
>And after that point, you ended up paying Vice Principal Luna a lot more visits, with more and more A’s appearing into the past on your report card.
>After the third or fourth time, Luna let you sit on her side of the desk when you did your old, and eventually, new homeworks. You never even had to think about it when you got home anymore; they were done the day they were assigned before school was even over.
>Luna let you work on homework from all of your classes, helping you along the way a few of the times.
>Winter ended, spring rolled around…
>After a while, you both knew what was really up.
>You could just tell. And she knew you could tell, but never addressed it. It was so subtle, yet so thick in the air.
>Nothing you wanted to happen happened AT ALL. It was so frustrating. All you did was do homework, and things never went past that… until…
>In the beginning of April, your 18th birthday shined a green light.
>Both of you soon sat with the chairs right against one another, and Luna putting an arm around you would make you unable to resist smiling as you wrote down the answers.
>And soon… tried your best to write down anything at all after things got a little… nondescript.
>The weather was getting warmer… you both got curious… what else can be said?
>But each session did end with you getting another 100, despite some of them being longer.
>She didn’t go into the territory where you wouldn’t be fully clothed anymore, but often camped out right at the border of it.
>You never figured out what it was she saw in you. Never cared enough to question this beautiful thing.
>…
>In comes the very beginning of Summer. Last couple of weeks of the school year.
~
>”Well… I dunno where we’re gonna be going.” Flash leans against a locker in front of his friends.
>Your heart sinks a little bit, but not enough to make you give your hopes up.
“But you can let me know where you guys are going once you find out, right?”
>Norman gives Flash that look that says it all; they’re getting tired of talking to you AND there is something they are keeping secret from you.
>Flash half winces back at him before turning back to you. “Well, senior week takes a lot of planning. Everyone’s going to one place, and it’s still pretty early.”
“Is it because you think I’m not 18 yet?” You deflect. “Because I turned 18 in like April.”
>”Listen, dude. You’re a cool guy and all, but the thing is that we just don’t have a set place to go yet.” His tone imitates that of a parent telling a four-year-old he can’t have ice cream.
>You reluctantly frown.
>He just stands there and nods his head. As though that’s supposed to make you turn around and walk away.
“But I heard you guys say you were going to go to the beach.”
>”But we don’t know WHICH beach.” Flash ‘corrects’ you.
>Nolan’s face itself tells you that he knows Flash is making this up. They all know exactly WHICH beach and they’re not telling you.
>They don’t want to invite you to come with them for senior week, just like all of the other kids who aren’t in their special circle of popular people.
>It feels like an insult that you’re being lumped together with the cringy kids with their fingers publicly up their noses half the time. At least in this situation.
>You deserve more of a chance than them at least. You don’t think you’re very self-entitled to think that way. You’re not even half as bad as the kids you’re being grouped with by the cool kids.
“Well, then can you at least text me when you guys figure it out?”
>”Yea.” Norman steps in. “We’ll let you know, dude.” His very promise sounds like a dirty one that’s bound to be broken.
>There’s almost a grin on his face.
“O… kay…” You reach into your pocket to grab your phone.
>”Oh, uh, it’s cool. We’ll find your number in the directory.” Flash assures you. “I gotta go.”
>Everyone follows him as he turns around and walks away… including you.
>You’re starting to feel silly at this point, but you’re too angry and determined to care.
>Following them doesn’t last long after a few questioning glares slow your pace to a stop.
>You’re left behind.
>…
>”So they don’t want you to join them for Senior Week, huh?” Luna asks you as you finish up the last of your math problems for the school year.
“I’m not cool enough.” You mockingly explain with your fingers wiggling around in mid air. “They only like people from the football team and stuff.”
>Luna frowns. “Well, I can’t force them to let you go along. It’s outside of my jurisdiction.” She places a hand on your shoulder. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t have a fun weekend.”
>You feel a shock overcome you.
>Could this be it?
>You’d have to go to wherever she lives in order for this to happen, you imagine.
“Oh?” You’re visibly shaking.
>”You see, I am the one who hosts after school detention. So if you were to stay after school and miss the bus or something, perhaps I could give you a ride.”
“A ride home?”
>She grins with that sultry expression again. “Well, a ride home the next morning.”
>You feel your mouth curl into a deep smile.
>”So you can then go to bed and get some sleep.”
>You feel your mouth curl into a deeper smile.