Title:           Stolen Taco
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Tuesday 23rd of February 2016 05:37:51 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 23rd of February 2016 05:37:51 AM CDT

A story by Anonymous on /mlp/
Desustorage thread backup link: https://desustorage.org/mlp/thread/26515300/
/mlp/ thread link: http://boards.4chan.org/mlp/thread/26515300/anooon-im-sorry-that-i-ate-those-tacos-you-were
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Opening post:
>Anooon, I'm sorry that I ate those tacos you were saving, but your punishment is too harsh. I can't walk around town like this!
 
---story---
>You got those tacos and specifically wrote "ANONS TACOS STAY OUT SONATA"
>And yet she still ate them
>Like a...
>Like a taco stealing whore
>She said she'll take any punishment you wanted to give, as long as you didn't get mad
>And so, you got a single punk sweater for her
"Wear this when you come to town with me today. And only this. That'll be your punishment."
>"Okay! I can do that!"
>10 minutes later she came out of her room dressed in just the sweater
>"O-on second thought I can't wear just this Anon. What if someone sees me?!"
"Too late. You already agreed. And we're about to get going. Come on."
>She lets go of the sweater for a second to grab onto your hand
>When she lets go you see that she decided to wear panties underneath
"Wait, why are you wearing panties?"
>"I can't go out without underwear anon silly!"
"I said JUST the sweater. No bra. No panties. Just the sweater."
>"Y-you can't be serious Anon!"
"I'm completely serious. Now lose them or you lose me as a friend."
>She looked at you apprehensively for a second
>No doubt she was thinking you wouldn't just cut your friendship off over this
>You began to turn
"Fine, if that's your choice. See you never again Sonata."
>You reach for the door and grasp the handle and began to turn
>"WAIT! Fine. I'll do it."
>You look back and see her pull off her panties
>Now she held the sweater tightly over her crotch
"Thank you Sonata. Now let's get going."
 
>It had been 3 months since you and the "dazzlings" started living together
>They weren't the best roommates in the world, but you really didn't have a choice in the matter
>It was either find some roommates
>Or end up on the street
>You learned very quickly that Sonata enjoyed her tacos
>You might even say it was her favorite food
>But dammit you enjoy tacos too and you gotta teach her somehow
"Alright, let's get going Sonata."
>She tried her very best to cover her crotch with the sweater she had on
>"O-Okay. Where are we going?"
"I gotta head to the mall for some stuff."
>"The mall?! Nonny, I can't go around the mall like this!"
"It's either that or I never speak to you again."
>Her lip starts to quiver
>"Okay..."
>You unlock your car and the two of you get inside
>She's silent the whole way there
>Unlike her usual talkative self
>Maybe you're going too far...
>No Anon! You have to teach her a lesson somehow!
>You pull into the mall parking lot
>Luckily for her, it's still early so there's not a large amount of people here right now
>But that won't last for long
>"So what do you need from here?"
"Gonna get some new casual shoes from footlocker and get a new suit tailored."
>Oh. That's not so bad then!"
>She seems to have perked up a little bit and put on a small smile
>You get our of your car and walk towards the entrance with Sonata closely behind you
>Once again she was trying her best to cover herself with the sweater the best she could
>You didn't want to really waste time so you went straight to the shoe store
>As you walked by you could see Sonata get a few looks from people who noticed her less than modest attire
>You looked back at her and her face was completely crimson from the looks she was getting
>Seems like your plan was working
>At this rate, she'll never steal your tacos ever again
 
>You feel a strong tug on your arm, clining onto the cuff of your shirt out of pure desperation.
>"Please, Anon. I won't do it again, I swear. I'm sorry."
>You pretend not to hear her.
>"Anooooon. I said 'anything', but this is going to faaar."
>You sigh.
"Sonata, I got those tacos specifically so that we could all enjoy them, together, and what do I see when I get home?"
>The blue haired girl with you lowers her head in shame, not wanting to make eye contact.
"They were all gone."
>She nods.
>"I'm sorry."
>Ah, your heart.
>No, now is not the time for weakness.
"So, now I've got to go shopping for dinner. Again. And this time it won't be tacos."
>Sonata refuses to look you in the eye, instead resorting to fiddling with the bottom of her pink sweater.
>"But everyone's looking at me, Anon. Every time I take a step, it- the sweater only covers one side. Unless I pull down from both sides, it rides up and shows everything."
>She looks up, blush and sweat across her face.
>"Please, can we go back to the car? I won't do it aga-"
>The deadpan look you give her tells her all she really needs to know.
"Well, maybe you should be focusing on covering yourself rather than holding into me, then."
>She lets go of you, pulling down the front and back of the fabric, skittering behind you around the store.
>Every time someone appears she hides behind you, but the bright pink really makes her a beacon.
>On the way over here, you were positively seething, so you thought this was a good idea, but now...
>Even you have to admit that this is a bit harsh.
>It's just...
>This isn't even the first time she's done this.
>You just wanted to teach her a lesson.
>Although this might be the wrong way to do it.
>You sigh, picking more things up off the shelf.
>Well, it's not like you can go back on it now.
>You have to show Sonata that you're in control, and that this is what she got herself into.
 
>You'll apologise for it in a few days, maybe take her out to a restaurant or something.
>But for now you have to make sure she learns her lesson.
"Oh, hey, Sonata."
>She reluctantly looks up at you, a deep crimson on her face.
"I just remembered that Aria asked for more uh... Juice. That one, specifically. Apple and Mango, see it?"
>Following the line you're making with your finger, she looks where you're pointing as her face turns to abject horror.
>It just so happens that the juice Aria wants is on the top shelf, who would've guessed.
>"Anon, no, I can't reach that high. There's no way I can-"
"Well, Sonata, I'm extremely preoccupied with deciding which of these uh- jars of honey to get. Surely you want this shop to be finished as fast as possible, don't you? Just bring me the juice."
>She pouts, shifting her weight from one leg to the other and doing that weird cry-whine children do.
>"No, Anon, if I try do that, the sweater will just-"
>You interrupt her.
"You're nearly as tall as Aria, aren't you? If you stand on your tip toes and hop a little bit, shouldn't you be able to make it?"
>Actual tears start forming in her eyes as she tries to explain just why she can't do that.
>As if you don't know exactly why.
>"Anon, if I jump, the sw-"
"Oh, I think I should stop by and look for some new shoes, too. It's just a small walk away, seems like a waste not to go."
>You see Sonata's fists shake as she balls them up with all her might, stepping backwards away from you and to the cold drinks aisle.
>She gets under where she needs to be, looking up at the item as if trying to will it to fall off the rack for her.
>It doesn't work.
 
>You look around, left and right, making sure no other customers are coming around a corner.
>Sure, this is a harsh punishment, and Sonata needs to believe that you're punishing her.
>But it's not like you're going to actually make Sonata expose herself to strangers.
>The thing you asked her for is a little high up, though.
>Even you'd need to raise your arm fully to grasp it.
>Sonata's gonna need to really jump for this one.
>Breathing in and out fully, she quickly looks left and right before bending her knees.
>Here it comes.
>Shooting up, she grasps the carton and pulls it off the shelf.
>Now for the worrying part.
>As Sonata falls, the sweater rides right up her body, exposing everything below her midriff to the cold, refrigerated air.
>Even for just a second, you catch a glimpse of her toned ass as she falls and catches herself, pulling the sweater down to cover her behind.
>Shuffling quickly over to you like a penguin with a vengeance to pay, she shoves the carton into the basket.
"Thank you, Sona- Oof."
>She slaps you and shuffles off to the tills, waiting to get out of the store.
>Yeah, you deserved that one.
 
>"That'll be 27.50 for all of the- uh. Uuuh."
"Yes?"
>The cashier's brain seems to halt a second as she sees, on one hand, a scantily dressed and positively fuming woman, and next to her a man with a big red hand mark on his face.
>"H- Have a nice day."
"You too."
>Picking up the bags, you make your way to the car, Sonata hiding behind you as you walk past each and every passer-by.
>You chuck the food in the trunk, Sonata getting into the car and slamming the door hard.
>As you start the car and leave the garage she doesn't say a word, instead content to leave the car in silence.
>She doesn't even badger you for music or anything.
>Just a wholly silent car ride.
>You bite your cheek.
>Crap.
>Maybe you went a little too far on that one.
>Considering that you and Sonata aren't even-
>Your relationship isn't sexual, really.
>You're just roomates.
>Maybe this was an abuse of power on your part.
>You toyed with her guilt and hurt her.
>How did you not see this coming?
>Your mind drifts from self- deprecation and guilt to those few flashes you got back in the supermarket.
>Sonata and her, well, what you assume to be sisters, sure are drop dead gorgeous women.
>But in that instant it was more mesmerising than anything else.
>You shuffle your legs to quell the reaction taking place between your legs.
>So sorry, Sonata.
>This wasn't the original plan.
>Heading over a few speedbumps, you stop the car and undo your seatbelt.
>Before you can say a single thing, Sonata bolts out the car and up the garage stairs into the building.
>Ooh, you screwed up this time.
>Stepping out the car, you grab the shopping bags and head on upstairs.
>Opening the door you hear and see no one, so you place the bags in the kitchen and begin putting away all of the food stuffs.
>Closing the fridge door once you finish, you jump back as Adagio appears right behind it.
 
"Aah! Christ, you scared me there, Agag-"
>"What. Did you do."
>Oh snap.
"I don'-"
>"Sonata is crying in her room, Anon."
>She steps forward as you step back, her anger growing.
>"And you're going to tell me why, right now."
>You hit your back against the counter, half of you saying to vault the damn thing and bolt, but the other half screaming that Adagio would hunt you down and skin you alive.
"I- I dared her, well, forced her to go to the store with me without any underwear on."
>Adagio raises a brow, crossing her arms.
>"Is that al-"
"And without pants."
>SMACK.
>Whew, that one burns.
>Adagio stomps off to Sonata's room, probably to check how she's doing along with Aria.
>You sigh.
>Might as well try make amends and get to work on dinner.
>You'll just listen to some music and the-
>Ah, damn.
>Left your phone in the car.
>Finding the car keys, you trot down the stairs and unlock the car.
>...
>Not in the driver's seat, maybe you-
>Oh, there it is.
>Passenger side door.
>You step into the car and lean over, reaching with your right hand.
>Almost falling, you manage to catch yourself by placing your left hand on the passenger seat, grasping and pulling at your phone.
>You put it into your pocket, wiping off your left hand and going to close the door.
>Wait.
>Wiping off your left-
>What?
>You look back over at the seat, a slight gleam shining off of it.
>Just a small spot, trickling down into the seat.
>Trailing a finger along it, you bring it up to your face, examining the liquid.
>It slowly runs down your finger, a bead welling up on the tip of your index finger.
>Going against what one should do when faced with an unidentified liquid, you put it in your mouth.
>And you can't help but smile.
>Son of a bitch.
 
 
>You wipe your hand on your pants, sighing as you flick through your phone, lock your car, and head back upstairs.
>Back at the house you half expect to see a barrel pointed right at your face, breathing a sigh of relief when there isn't one.
>Looks like Aria and Adagio are still with Sonata.
>Was it really that bad?
>You think about how you would feel if you had to do what she did.
>The most surprising thing is that she actually listened to you, really.
>Still, you did kind of abuse her trust in you.
>Though there does seem to be a part of it that she's not telling you.
>With what you found on the car seat, Sonata just might be hiding something.
>You scratch your head, getting the intrusive- and lewd- thoughts out.
>Don't go there, Anon.
>It's not like anything's certain.
>Hell, women can get wet while they're being raped.
>It's uncontrollable.
>Just like how a guy can get a stiffy with enough physical stimulation.
>In the end, it doesn't matter how it turned out.
>You've just got to apologise.
>Using the food you just bought, you begin making dinner.
>Which, in this family, is a fucking task and a half.
>You used to live with one other person, so making food was easy enough.
>Even when you didn't feel like it, you would just order something.
>But ever since these three came into your life, time and money into food has sky-rocketed.
>It doesn't really help that Sonata's the only one who shows any interest in learning how to cook, either.
>And now, your only partner in the kitchen is sobbing in her room.
>Christ, Anon.
>You finish up with the food in about an hour, glancing out the window to see day slowly turn into dusk.
>Damn, already that late, huh?
>You look at all the food you've prepared.
>Come to think of it, you haven't seen a single one of them this entire time.
>You wash your hands, making your way through the house and into the hall.
>So, which room are they in?
>Probably Sonata's.
>But you'll check that one last.
 
>You start with Adagio's room, knocking lightly.
>No response.
>You knock again.
>When you don't hear anything, you turn the knob and open it slightly, peeking your head in.
>Not in here.
>Going to Aria's room, you repeat the process.
>Same thing.
>So that just leaves the last room.
>Going to Sonata's door, you find your hand unwilling to move.
>Your heart is pounding a mile a minute.
>Really fucked up this time, Anon.
>Bringing your hand up to the wood of the door, you knock four times.
>Light taps, really.
>No response.
>You knock again, four times.
>Nothing.
>That- that doesn't make any sense.
>Where else could they be?
>Maybe they- no.
>None of them know how to drive.
>You turn the knob, opening the door ever so slightly as to minimise the sound of the creaking.
>With just enough room to put your head through, you look inside.
>It's dark, but there's just enough light left in the day to give you a glimpse.
>All three of them huddled together in a dogpile, sleeping.
>Adagio and Aria sleep on either side of Sonata, the blankets strewn about the floor in a mess.
>Oh, look at that.
>They're all holding hands.
>How lewd.
>Better leave them be, at least for now.
>You slowly close the door, walking silently away and back into the living room.
>Looks like you'll just have to say sorry tomorrow.
>Oh, crap.
>The food.
>After you take your share you put all of the pots and pans you used in the sink, wrapping up the plates of food leftover.
>You get them all into the fridge with some moving and shifting around, but it works.
>Taking your laptop out, you sit on the couch with your dinner and decide to get some work done.
>Very rarely is it ever so quiet in this household.
>
>A loud plink sound forces your eyes open.
>[Low battery (12%) Insert charger to continue]
>Damn, looks like you fell asleep.
>What time is it?
>Sigh.
>Ten.
>Oh well, your sleep schedule's already fucked to hell and back.
>Why not go for gold?
 
>You stretch your arms, standing up and plugging in your laptop.
>Picking up your empty plate, you waddle through the darkness to the kitchen.
>Feeling around and finding the light switch, you cover your eyes as they adjust.
>You place your plate next to the sink, rolling up your sleeves and getting to work on the pots left in there.
>On a normal day, you would get angry that no one else did them.
>Though for now it seems like you'd best lay low.
>You wonder if they're all still sleeping in Sonata's room.
>Continuing with the mundane task of doing the dishes, you stop when you hear bare footsteps against the marble floor.
>"Anon?"
>A cold shiver runs up and down your spine ten times over.
"H- hey Sonata."
>You turn to face her, wiping your hands off on your trousers.
>She's changed out of the pink sweater into a tank top and booty shorts, ones you bought for her.
>Well, pretty much everything these girls wear was bought by you.
>You aren't too sure why, but they had like one pair of clothes when you met them.
>The pink sweater was actually your ex's, though.
>You try make conversation to cut some tension in the room.
"What're you doing up so late?"
>Sonata shifts her gaze to the fridge.
>"I got hungry."
>You chuckle.
"Help yourself."
>She does so, opening and unwrapping the food in silence.
>All the while, you're rummaging around in your thoughts.
>How should you...
>What should you say?
>Just sorry, right?
>That you took it too far?
>What if she doesn't want to talk about it?
>Maybe you should just keep quiet.
>You've never been very good at apologising.
>Maybe-
>
>
>No.
>You have to.
>If you stay silent now, it'll only get worse.
"Sonata?"
>She stops, a fork in her mouth.
"About today, I-"
>God, why is it so hard to do?
>You look to the floor, hand on your neck.
"I'm sorry."
 
>There's a pause where none of you say anything, your gaze just fixed on the tiles.
"I overdid it. I shouldn't have ever forced you to do anything, especially after you said you wanted to leave. I just--"
>You look back up at Sonata, shifting her weight from foot to foot anxiously, holding one of her arms.
"It was stupid of me, and I'm sorry for-- I... I never meant to hurt you."
>Again, a cold air of silence befalls you both, the room in a standstill.
>You hear her start to say words, choking them back at the last second.
"I'll just head to my room, so you can have some peace."
>Picking yourself up off the counter, you start to walk off into the darkness of the living room before Sonata stops you.
>"W -wait!"
>You feel her hand tug on the cuff of your sleeve, rubbing her fingers and fidgeting with it.
>She mumbles a few words, but nothing coherent enough to understand.
>You ball up your fists, unsure of whether to pull away or stay.
>To keep her from dropping any more spaghetti, you speak up.
"Sonata, you don't have to say anything. I was in the wrong, and I'm sorry. I won't do it again."
>She holds on tighter.
>"B- But, I don't-"
>She stops again.
>"I was really mad at you, Anon."
>You sigh.
>More guilt.
>"I got so angry at you, I couldn't even believe it really happened."
>You bite your cheek, letting her vent.
>"But- but I didn't hate it."
>What.
>You turn to her, one hand planted between her legs as she shifts her weight back and forth.
>"I don't know when, but... It made me feel- down here, it-"
"Sonata?"
>The light behind her in the kitchen illuminates her just enough to let you see the deep red on her face, her anxious and heavy breathing loud enough to be quite audible.
 
>Before you or her can say anything further, she closes the distance between your bodies and stands up right on her tip toes, bringing your head down to hers and kissing you.
>Instinctively you pull back, but she uses her arm to force you back down to her and gives you another open mouth kiss.
>You feel her lips softly on your own, pressing and releasing, keeping her face just centimetres from your own.
>She stays there, silent, her heavy breaths washing over your face.
>While your brain just comes to a dead halt in trying to comprehend what the hell is going on.
>You open your mouth to say something, but before anything comes out Sonata lets go of you and dashes into the house and slams her door.
>The dark silence your only companion, once again.
>You rest against the wall, your legs feeling weak, and continue trying to wrap your head around what just transpired.
>You're not too sure of why or how this came about, but you are pretty certain about one thing.
>Life around here is about to change.
 
>
>"You did WHAT to her!?"
"No, no, I didn't, I swear! Adagio, she came onto me, I d-"
>"Yeah right, Anon! What the hell is wrong with you? You probably lured her into this didn't you? The vulnerable one, is that what you're into?!"
"Just listen to me, why don't y-"
>"Anon!"
"WHAT?!"
>"Anon!"
"FUcki-"
>"Anon."
"Aah!"
>You wake up kicking, an uncomfortable dampness covering your body.
>"Anon."
>The voice makes you jump, and you look down to see the source.
"A- Aria?"
>She's sitting at the foot of your bed, staring at you.
>Like a cat.
>"You were panting pretty hard there. You're sweating, too."
>You wipe your forehead.
>Ah, jeez, she's right.
"I uh- was having a dream."
>"One of //those// dreams, huh?"
>You try think of what she means.
>Right as it hits you, she grips the covers and lifts them up, looking under them.
>At you.
>Well, a certain part of you.
>And she frowns.
>Looks like she saw it.
>Instinctively, you try quell any misunderstanding.
"No, n- that's always there. It's a guy thing, it-"
>"Gross."
>You just sigh, realising that you're not going to change her mind.
"Aria, why are you here?"
>She continues to stare at you for a moment, probably having forgotten herself, before lightly gasping.
>"Oh, right. I'm hungry."
>You sit up, rubbing your forehead, head swimming after being woken up so suddenly.
"Then just- just make something."
>"There's no more cereal."
>Ugh.
>That's what you forgot to get.
>You knew you were missing something.
"Can't you get Sonata to make something? Or just make it yourself?"
>Aria rolls her eyes, frowning.
>"No. She won't get out of bed. She's being weird."
>You groan, nodding in compliance.
"Fine. Just give me a minute to get ready."
>"K."
>She leaves without another word, closing your door.
>These girls are going to be the death of you.
 
>Taking your mind off of the sizzling pan by accident, a hot drop of oil jumps out onto your arm.
>You flinch, rubbing it off.
>It is way too hard to concentrate right now.
>You barely got any sleep last night.
>For one, you had already taken a nap at the most inopportune time, and then that whole...
>Debacle with Sonata.
>You look behind you in paranoia, only Aria looking back at you.
>Really not looking forward to seeing her again.
>Not like you can do much about it though.
>You do live together.
>It's just going to be so awkward talking after... that.
>Turning off the stove, you gesture for Aria to bring her plate closer and flop a pancake down onto it.
"When I'm done making these, you do the dishes."
>She rolls her eyes and groans, probably sticking her tongue out at you as soon as you turn around.
>As long as she does them.
>Pouring the next one into the pan, you turn the pan to make it circular and then walk out of the kitchen towards the bedrooms.
"Aria, watch the stove, I'm gonna wake Adagio up."
>Considering that it was a Monday, there was no way you were going to let her sleep in.
>Adagio's always been the most argumentative and stand-offish of all the girls, acting like a leader when she has the chance.
>But on the flip-side, that also means that she's usually the most rational and responsible out of the three.
>When you 'found' them and took them in during the summer, she had agreed to start doing a degree.
>More like reluctantly accepted, but you took it.
>Sonata and Aria are starting later this year, too, but you can't let Adagio miss her first few classes.
>You knock on the door, creaking it open after you get no reply.
"Adagio?"
>"Mhh."
"C'mon, get up. It's 9 already. Don't you have class at 11?"
>She rolls over a few times, binding the covers to her body like a cocoon.
"I'm making breakfast, anyways. If you don't want Aria to finish it all, you'd best come quick."
>"Just wake me up at 10."
 
>You click your tongue.
"It takes you longer than an hour to get up and ready, don't try."
>She groans, kicking her legs under her blankets.
>"Uugh, fine."
"Don't fall back to sleep. I'm coming back."
>"Just go already."
>You close the door, pacing back to the kitchen.
>Oh, crap.
"Aria, it's burned! Why didn't you do anything!"
>You tear the pan from the flame, shaking your head.
>Grabbing the spatula, you pry off the blackened husk of what used to be pancake.
>"I called you, but you were too far away."
"Then just say something louder!"
>"I figured you'd be back by then."
>You glare daggers at her, Aria glaring ones right back.
>Giving up, as is pretty much routine with Aria at this point, you begin on the next one.
"Do you hate me?"
>She just laughs.
"What?"
>It takes her a few seconds to stop and properly answer you.
>"Anon, if I hated you, you would know."
>Finishing the next pancake, you drop it onto the plate next to you and start the next.
>Aria goes to dig her fork in it, stopped by your hand.
"That one's for Adagio."
>She growls, and you bite your teeth back.
>Fighting aggression with aggression is always wrong, kids.
"Speaking of which, where is she."
>A voice form behind you answers.
>"I'm here, don't get your panties in a bunch."
>You point at the plate.
"Get to 'em before Aria does."
>She takes the plate, groggily sitting next to Aria as she does so.
>Before she starts she looks around the room, searching.
>"Where's Sonata?"
>Aria replies.
>"In bed."
>Adagio furrows her brows and looks back at the rooms.
>"That's weird. She'd never miss breakfast."
>Aria just shrugs.
>"Yeah, she's being weird."
>And now it's Adagio's turn to glare at you.
>"I wonder why."
>Oh, and the guilt's back.
>You decide to ignore the comment and finish up at the stove.
"Just get ready and I'll drive you to the campus."
>The conversation ends there, with you placing everything in the sink.
"One of you do the dishes."
---to be resumed---
 
Quote from author:
<quote>
Fuck.
Well, you know what.
I know it's three updates, I know nothing happens, but god damnit it's 4 AM and I have class at 9 so I gotta go.
>Sonata hasn't even shown up once.
I'M SORRY PLS FORGIVE
At least I think (maybe???) I know where I'm going with this (ish)
So since I have Wednesday off I could write hella then.
Up to you if you wanna bump or not, real sorry.
</quote>