>Day So I've got a plan journal!
>And it's gonna work.
>I even borrowed a book from Twilight about it cus I don't wanna make a mess'a'things.
>Oh right, it's Applebloom again.
>You been talking to other girls journal?
>Who else would it be?
>...maybe I ought to get a lock on ya. Just in case.
>So I'm good and all.
>I got all my chores done early and I made a pie and
>Oh wait! I had a plan I was gonna tell y'all about!
>And it's a good one too, journal.
>I got a book and everything.
>I'm sorry if I'm repeating myself.
>I'm just excited and all.
>You wanna know why journal?
>Course you do.
>It's Saturday!
>And I'm gonna invite Anonymous over for a sleepover!
>Me, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and Mr. Handsome himself.
>I already told Applejack and Big Mac and Granny Smith about it.
>Applejack think's it'll be a swell idea!
>Granny Smith is gonna bake cookies.
>Big Mac didn't really say nothing.
>I don't think he thinks I'm old enough for a boy-girl sleepover.
>But shoot, it's just a sleepover.
>Nothing bad's gonna happen.
>Twilight's book says we get to tell scary stories
>--I got a real good one that'll make Scootaloo go all crazy like that time we went camping.
>And we get to fight with pillows.
>And all sorts of other stuff I already knew to do on sleepovers.
>But y'know having a book makes it official.
>And it's got a chapter on truth or dare.
>Gotta know all the rules so I can snag'em.
>Wanna know a secret journal?
>I'm gonna dare him to--
"Shoot, if I go now and write it down I might jinx myself."
>Darn! Well, I'll tell you how it goes later journal!
>I gotta prepare.
>And invite him.
>I really should've done that first.
>I'm gonna cry something fierce if he says he doesn't wanna come.
>But first, I gotta play this cool and sweet.
 
>Twilight won't let you in the library.
>She says Anonymous is busy learning cultural appreciation.
"Well shucks! I can help with that, I got an A- on my Founding of Ponyville presentation!"
>She's sweating awful fierce.
>She's got a weird smile too.
>You can see Spike just sitting on the ground laughing at something.
"Hey! Anonymoos! It's Applebloom!"
>You think you hear him say hello.
>But Twilight magics ya back a few steps.
>You stomp right back where you were.
"Hey!"
>"He's busy Applebloom! And he's going to be busy all weekend until he gets it right."
"Well what'd he get so -wrong- in the first place?"
>Her eyes does that little twitchy thing it does.
>It did that back when she told you all about this really ugly doll she had.
>That whole day is kind of a blur.
>Weirdo unicorn magic.
>"He...just doesn't appreciate certain factors and I'm trying to teach him better."
>She's not budging.
>Looks like you're going to have to turn on the charm.
>You make your lip quiver.
>Give her those big puppy dog eyes.
>Make yourself tremble like a babe in the woods on a cold night.
"But you just GOTTA let'em come to the sleepover."
>Twilight huffs and tries to look away.
>You've got her in your sights.
>She'll just melt.
>"Okay. Fine. FINE. Hey Anonymous!"
>You hear a grumble from behind her.
>"You're going to a sleepover tonight."
>"...can I dress normal?"
>What.
>You try to look around Twilight.
>Oh Gosh.
>"What's not normal about what you're wearing now?"
>Oh golly. He's all naked.
>And he's got a really terrible wig on.
>And he's got a cutie mark painted on his tushie.
>Spike laughs.
>Anonymous sees you and quickly covers himself up with the wig.
>"Applebloom, don't look at me. I'm naked and stuff."
>"That's not very appreciative of my culture, Anonymous."
>Holy crow.
>He's got such strong legs.
>And such a firm tush.
>He could probably BUCK...apples...all day!
 
>You are Anonymous.
>Twilight said she'd get groceries if you participated in a cultural activity.
>So she stripped you with magic and tossed a wig made out of her mane clippings on your head.
>And painted something on your ass.
>And she refused to let you do anything else until Applebloom showed up.
>Spike sat there like a chucklehead.
>You're probably going to beat him up.
>Someday.
>This entire exercise just reeks of fetishistic exploitation.
>Twilight keeps looking you over like you're some piece of meat.
>Or maybe a good book.
>It's really...super...awkward.
>Which is the polite way to say that your theory on all the mares in this town being crazy.
>And by crazy you mean crazy and also trying to screw you.
>Seems less farfetched than you hoped.
>Or hey, maybe this is some psychotic cultural thing.
>And it only looks ugly and terrifying because you're a human being.
"Twilight, I'm going to go put my pants on now."
>She sighs.
>"You should be comfortable in your body, Anonymous."
"I'm more comfortable in pants."
>"...is it because you don't look like the rest of us?"
>You don't even respond to that.
>Applebloom is staring at your butt.
>You just mooned a kid.
>You go to your closet and put on some clothing.
>"You know I could probably turn you into a pony if you'd like Anonymous."
>That stops you as you put your socks on.
>That seems like something that'll lead to an almost I Have No Mouth But I Must Scream situation.
>Or maybe it'd just hurt a ton.
>And you sorta like how you look.
>You exit the closet.
"I'll pass, Twilight."
>"I'm going to look up the spell anyhow."
"I said I'll pass, please do not waste your time-"
>"Oh it's no trouble at all!"
>Twilight makes her way to her study.
>Spike loses interest in this now that you're no longer humiliating yourself.
>You try to clear the air.
>Change the subject.
 
"Howdy Applebloom."
>She smiles big and wide.
>"Howdy fellow crusader! Ready for the sleepover?"
"Well I just heard about it and...any chance you won't tell the girls about this?"
>"But I already told'em about the Sleepover! Plus Big Mac wouldn't like a-"
"I meant the whole...naked...wig thing."
>She blushes.
>"Well shoot no! That'll be a secret."
>She motions you to come closer.
>You approach and get down real low.
>She motions even closer.
>And then at full volume in your ear.
>"Just between you and me Anonymoos!"
"Swell."
>You make your way outside and she trots alongside you with a happy prance.
>"So what was your cutie-mark Anonymoos?"
"It was something stupid."
>"Was it lawn ornament repair?"
>That gets a laugh from you.
"What?"
>"Big Mac says that's the absolute worst one you can get!"
"Like..fixing those pink flamingos and ugly little borderline racist jockey statues?"
>"Eyup!"
"Nah. Twilight painted her face on it."
>Applebloom bursts into giggles.
>"How's Twilight a special talent? You gonna be all dorky and book-lovin' now?"
"Well, I don't mind books. But I'd be terrified if she was my special talent."
>Mostly because of what on not-God's technicolor Green Earth it'd represent.
>You shudder to think.
>Though it'd explain why she always storms off angry.
>And why Spike has to sleep in your closet.
>And why she smells like old milk and pennies.
>...eww.
>"Anonymoos didja mess yourself or something?"
"What? No!"
>"Cus you're making a face that's all sorta..."
>She does her best zombie face.
>Tongue rolls out.
>One eye open.
>The other one twitchy closed.
>She makes a gaggy noise.
"Sorry, just had a gross thought."
>"Well shoot, no time for those Anonymoos! We gotta get the girls and get ready!"
"It's barely after noon. Literally it is barely even afternoon."
>"Hush, I aim to do this right."
"Lead on then oh Crusader-captain."
 
>Carousel Boutique is swanky.
>You follow Applebloom in and you feel under-dressed for the occasion.
>And Applebloom's just wearing a bow.
>Rarity, the white unicorn who runs this place is looking overworked.
>She's got all these huge and pompous looking dresses on mannequins.
>Very Napoleonic.
>Applebloom keeps looking up at you and smiling.
>You nod at her.
>Sweetie Belle is just laying on the ground and doodling some picture.
>Humming a tune to herself.
>Applebloom nudges you.
"Uh...okay? Hi Sweetie Belle."
>"Hi Anonymous! Hi Applebloom!"
>She's got a big grin on her face.
>"Howdy Sweetie Belle, you ready for the big sleepover?"
>Rarity looks you over as soon as the phrase sleepover is heard.
>"I sure am, Applebloom! Is Anonymous going to be there?"
>You nod a little.
"Wouldn't miss it. Might be a refreshing bit of sanity."
>They both giggle.
>Rarity seems to be grinning.
>"Oh no darling, you cannot be telling me you're going to be sleeping in the wild with these...children!"
>Sweetie Belle goes full on Charlie Brown EUGH.
>"RARITY, he's my friend not your friend!"
>Rarity glares at Sweetie Belle.
>Sweetie Belle glares back.
>Rarity falters.
>Well all right. Go Sweetie Belle.
>You knew where this conversation was going.
>Rarity sighs.
>"Well where is your little campout going to be?"
>Sweetie Belle looks at Applebloom and grins.
>Applebloom winks at you.
>"Well shucks, Rarity. We're gonna go build us some tents up in the mudder fields. Maybe wrestle some piggies too. Anonymoos loves that don'tcha?"
>You shrug your shoulders and smirk.
"I make them squeal, much like piggies are want to squeal."
>The girls laugh.
>Rarity sighs.
>"...are you sure you don't perhaps want to all camp here? Maybe we could share a bottle of wine--"
>Sweetie Belle shrieks.
>"Rarity, stop being a creepy cougar-pony!"
>Rarity feigns a gasp.
"This is all very amusing ladies, but we should go pick up Scootaloo shouldn't we?"
>Applebloom gasps.
>"Shucks, we ought to! Good thing you're on top of business fellow crusader!"
>You depart from the boutique.
>Sweetie Belle has joined the party.
 
>Applebloom and Sweetie Belle start to lead you out of town.
>Sweetie Belle keeps jawing about how much fun this is going to be.
>How she's gonna make popcorn.
>And how she's gonna do her hair.
>And how they can read scary stories.
>And how they'll sing songs.
>And redecorate the club house.
>And after a bit it sounds like she's just making woof sounds.
>You shake your head for a second, attempting to concentrate.
>No, she's not woofing.
>Just listing stuff she thinks might sound cool.
>"That's great an'all Sweetie Belle, but I don't think we can build a trey-bu-shay."
>"It's a trébuchet. GASP! Applebloom, Anonymous, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"No."
>"YES."
>In unison, of course.
>"CUTIE MARK CRUSADER SIEGE DEMOLITION EXPERTS!"
>You give a thumbs up.
>They cheer.
>You approach Fluttershy's house.
"Uh, why're we here?"
>Sweetie Belle grins at you.
>"Scootaloo wanted to get a turtle!"
>Applebloom rolls her eyes.
>"Now that's just silly."
"...why can turtles talk or something?"
>"Shoot no! She just wants to be all like her hero."
"Oh. Her hero is a turtle?"
>This gets them both to laugh.
>You follow them around back and holy crap in a cupcake.
>That's a lot more animals than you remember from when you tried to clean her pipes.
>Scootaloo is playing with a very ornery looking alligator snapping turtle.
>Fluttershy is trying to convince her that's the incorrect choice.
>You look at them both.
>Scootaloo waves to you and the girls.
>Fluttershy blushes.
>...all you can do is try not to remember the smell and taste of that vagina and clitoris.
>Eugh.
>Damn you brain.
>Why must you have memories?
 
>"Sheesh Scootaloo, ain't that one of those snapper turtles?"
>Scootaloo nods.
>"I'm gonna call him Crusty Pete."
>Sweetie Belle thinks this is all absolutely disgusting.
>Fluttershy flies over to you and puts her hooves on your shoulders.
>"...h-hi An--anonymous...I'm uhm..Fl-Fluttershy."
>This is the...fourth time she's introduced herself?
"Hi."
>"I'm so-so-so sorry about what happened before...it was an accident and uhm..."
>She just mumbles and looks away.
>Applebloom is glaring up at Fluttershy.
>"Hey Fluttershy, don'tchu got some bunny washing to do r'something?"
>"Oh no..I washed them all this morning."
>Scootaloo squawks out a yelp.
>"HELL-O! Fluttershy, can I take Crusty Pete home with me or what?"
"...Applebloom, I don't feel comfortable sleeping in the same room as a vicious predatory beast."
>Scootaloo smirks.
>"Anonymous is sleeping with us?"
>Fluttershy's cheeks turn bright red and she starts sweating.
>"Oh-uhm-uhm-look at the time girls, you can pick up Crusty Pete t-t-tomorrow...if that's okay with you."
>"Yeah sure fine whatever."
>Scootaloo trots over to Sweetie Belle and Applebloom.
>Fluttershy forces a smile and twitches a little.
>"Uhm...Applebloom, could I see you inside for a moment?"
>"Shoot. Fine. Crusaders, let's take a fiver."
"A fiver?"
>Applebloom nods and then departs with Fluttershy.
>Eugh.
>You can still taste it.
 
>You are Applebloom.
>Fluttershy's house smells worse than the guest room when cousin Braeburn comes over with a business partner.
>Aww shoot, he's supposed to be here this weekend too.
>You'll probably get the guilt trip cus you're having a sleepover rather than talking farm business.
>Phooey.
>What was Fluttershy saying?
>"..y-you should be c-careful..."
"With what?"
>"With...An-anonymous, he's n-not a pony."
"Well o'course he's not a pony! He doesn't have any hooves."
>"That's...well yeah he doesn't have hooves, but what I mean is that maybe you shouldn't invite him for your little sleepover."
>Fluttershy, you're a hussie.
>And a hussie can't be a hustler.
>And you hustle apples with the best of'em.
>Cept that one time you ruined a tennis racket.
>But that was different.
"Well where would he go?"
>You give her the big sad eyes.
>"Oh..we-well he could stay here...I mean, I guess it'd be fun and--"
"I KNEW IT!"
>Fluttershy recoils a little.
"Ya shouldn't a told me you thought he was cute Fluttershy cus now I know y'all can't be trusted to talk about him cus now you've got them ulterior motives!"
>She mumbles something.
"Shucks, and don'tcha think for a minute I didn't see what you were doing with him during the cutie mark crusader initiation ceremony!"
>She blushes like a babe in the woods on a winter day with a bad sunburn who is also a lobster!
>Huff! She is red.
"That's right, now why don'tcha go back to playin' with your bunnies and not try and ruin this for me."
>You stick your chin up at her.
>You told her off!
>Applejack would be proud of you!
>Or maybe really mad because she and Fluttershy are good friends.
>Aww shoot, this might blow up on your butt.
>Phooey.
"I mean...it's just a sleepover. He isn't gonna do nothing."
>That's not true though, cus you've got a book and you know exactly what he's gonna do.
>Fluttershy grumbles.
>"I'm gonna tell Applejack to check in on you."
"Fine! She'd do it anyway!"
>Fluttershy snaps at ya.
>"Fine! Maybe I'll CHECK in on you!"
"DO IT LADY!"
>"I'm go-gonna DO IT FILLY!...if that's okay with you..."
"Well it ain't!"
>"Well I'm gonna do it anyway so...sorry."
>You storm outta there.
 
>You leave with Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo and Anonymous in tow.
>He's the caboose on this little crusader train.
>Which makes you the line leader.
>Sweetie Belle gets right up next to you.
>"How come you look all mad, Applebloom?"
"Ssh...we gotta whisper this."
>"What're we whispering?"
>Scootaloo shouts.
>You bite your lip at this derp in the plans.
>Anonymous doesn't seem to be paying attention.
>Scootaloo runs up to your other side.
>"What're we whispering about?"
"Can y'all keep a secret?"
>They nod.
"Now it's a super secret."
>They nod.
"Cross your heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in your eye, and if what y'all is doing now is a lie you're gonna make this crusader cry."
>They repeat.
>"What's the secret?" Sweetie Belle says all conspiring-like.
"Okay...I gotsa a big ol'crush on Anonymoos."
>They both look at one another.
>"Yeah we sorta figured that out already." Scoots says like it was nothing.
>"Well I think it's cute! He's got such a pretty mane." Sweetie Belle says like you're one of her sister's romance characters in those books with the stallions what got weird hair and stand on cliffs.
"Well EXCUSE ME! I thought I was being all private and stuff, what gave it away?"
>Anonymous looks down at you.
>"What gave what away?"
"UH. UH. UH....Moonshine gravy!"
>"Moonshine...gravy?"
>Scootaloo just laughs at this outburst.
>Sweetie Belle tries not to laugh but fails.
>You're dumber than a sack of hammers Applebloom.
"I mean...S'nothing! You just go on back to whistling or walking or whatever."
>"Okay."
>He starts whistling a sweet little diddy.
>Oh those lips of his are all velvety soft and they look tastier than fritters.
>"It was a combination of the drooling--which you're doing now." Scootaloo whispers.
>"And how you looked when you saw him without a shirt on." Sweetie Belle winks.
"Aww shucks...Can I tell you about the plan then?"
>They both nod.
"We're all gonna play truth'r'dare...and I'm gonna make him kiss me."
>They both gasp and laugh.
>This is gonna be great.
 
>You and the girls and Anonymous get to Sweet Apple Acres in no time.
>You head on up to the clubhouse but Applejack is standing there by the door of it.
>Aww shoot, this can't be good.
>"Well howdy y'all, now Big Mac just wanted me to make sure nothing funny was gonna happen."
>She tips her hat back and smiles at Anonymous.
>He nods.
>"I...trust me, I don't even qualify for laughter."
>Applejack grins at this.
>"Shoot, I know that. You seem like a right nice fella. Big Mac's just worried because this here's Applebloom's first boy-girl sleepover."
>She gives you a noogie.
>He snickers a little.
>Oh no, he's gonna think you're some lame kid cus you've never been to one before.
>Everything is ruined.
>Applejack, how come you had to say something?
>Big Mac, you're gonna find your stupid doll in the corn field.
>"Well hey, I'll be nothing but a gentleman. I assure you."
>Anonymous bows a little.
>Applejack laughs.
>Oh Gosh.
>He's all courteous and stuff.
>"Now why don't y'all get settled in, have some fun. You get any trouble, just holler and we'll come runnin'!"
>Applejack puts her hat on your head before she trots off to the farmhouse.
>Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle rush on into the clubhouse.
"..t-thanks Anonymoos."
>"Hey it's no problem. She's concerned for you, that's cool."
>He smiles and it's like he's saying something without saying it.
"You gonna head on in there?"
>"...am I going to get tied down again?"
>He's got such a nice handsome smile.
"Shoot Anonymoos, you don't get in there right now and I'll hog tie ya myself!"
>That might'a been too much.
>"I'd pay to see that."
>You blush up redder than a rose.
>He goes inside.
"Golly."
 
>The night goes on all nice and stuff.
>Playing board games.
>Sweetie Belle's too self-conscious to sing a song.
>Scootaloo isn't, but she really ought to be.
>Anonymous joins in.
>He's a terrible singer, but it's funny.
>Eventually it gets dark out and all you got is a couple jars of fireflies.
"Okay, now's when we play truth or dare."
>The girls nod and smile.
>Anonymous frowns.
>"Do we have to?"
>Oh no.
>He probably hates this game.
>Shoot, now he's gonna hate you.
>But you just GOTTA play it because--
>"You can ask first Anonymous." Sweetie says with a grin.
>Well that'll do it.
>"Okay. So uh...Scootaloo, truth or dare?"
>Scootaloo rolls her eyes.
>"Dare."
>"I dare you to...eat a jar of those fireflies."
>She kicks him in the arm.
>"I said Truth."
>He nods a little.
>"Okay...Why's your hero a turtle?"
>She looks at him like he's all daft and silly.
>"My hero's Rainbow Dash. She's not a turtle."
>"Oh. Dang. Well, your turn."
>You grin at Scootaloo.
>C'mon, Filly. DO IT.
>"All right Anonymous. Truth. Or Dare?"
>"Truth?"
>Sweetie Belle bellows. "OH COME ON!"
>Anonymous looks at her weird and shrugs.
>"Okay...dare?"
>"Scootaloo grins all nasty.
>"I dare you to spend the night in the Everfree forest!"
"Shoot Anonymoos, you're not doing that."
>"Why not?"
"It's all dangerous and spooky and stuff. He doesn't have to do it if it's spooky!"
>Scootaloo rolls her eyes.
>"Fine."
>"Well uh...another dare then?"
>Scootaloo shrugs.
>"Yeah like...I dunno. Rub Sweetie Belle."
>Scootaloo I'm gonna punch you.
>"Rub her?"
>"...rub me?"
>"Yeah, like what her sister pays a ton of bits to have done at the spa."
>Scootaloo he ain't suppose to be rubbing anyone but me!
>Sweetie Belle smiles awkwardly.
>"You mean...massage?"
>Anonymous just shrugs.
>"Fine. But let's not make this weird."
 
>Anonymous starts rubbing Sweetie Belle's backside all romantic and stuff.
>Scootaloo you're a bad friend and a traitor to the ranks of the crusaders!
>You'll be strung up by your hooves and you'll get nothin' but nasty old pies!
>Sweetie Belle smiles blissfully at you.
>"Ap-p-l-le-bloom, you've g-o-tta-try-this..."
>He's playing her like a xylomophone!
"That's enough of that Anonymoos, you can ask me or Sweetie Belle a dare now."
>Scootaloo grumbles. "What about me?"
"You already got to ask'em!"
>"Pfft, that's not in the rules."
"Well sure, but this isn't all rule-like and stuff. It's just a game and games are fun when everybody gets to play!"
>Sweetie Belle sighs when Anonymous stops rubbing her up.
>"Yeah...f-fun."
>He looks down at Sweetie Belle.
>"Truth or dare?'
>"Uhm...truth!"
>"How come you called your sister a cougar-pony?"
>Sweetie Belle blushes and looks right at you.
>"Uhm...Uhm...Uh...Because she's got a crush on you, Anonymous."
>Anonymous just groans.
>"Seriously? I am not even close to being handsome enough to warrant the sorta crap I'm getting from mares in this. It's a little psychotic."
>Sweetie Belle smiles.
>"My turn! Applebloom, truth or dare!"
"Uhm...Dare."
>"I dare you to kiss Anonymous."
>Sweetie Belle you are a queen amongst unicorns and a captain of industry!
>You'll be awarded medals and trophies and honors and stuff.
>You trot on over to Handsome and pucker up.
>Close your eyes.
>Come on.
>DO IT.
>DO IT ANONYMOUS.
>COME ON.
>Oh my.
>You feel his lips touch yours.
>They're all velvety and soft.
>And you wanna stick your tongue in between them.
>You open your eyes.
>His are open and his lips break into an awkward smile.
>You light up redder than an albino on a hot beach in the middle of July.
>You feel your tongue enter his mouth.
>He pulls back.
>QUICK.
>PRETEND YOU HAD SOMETHING IN YOUR TEETH.
>"Well...that was...a kiss."
>Sweetie Belle grins.
>Oh gosh.
>You done derped it up.
 
>You are Anonymous.
>You just kissed a filly.
>She tried to slip you tongue.
>Or maybe she's picking something out of her teeth.
>Well, whatever. It's a game.
>And you've learned valuable information.
>So it appears some of the mares in this town do seem to like you.
>That's...terrible.
>You just want to be normal here.
>You're not into horses.
>You're into people.
>Applebloom looks at you all weird like.
>"Uhm...Anonymous, Truth or Dare?"
"Well if it's Truth there's a lot of stuff I'm not allowed to talk about. So how about dare, otherwise?"
>She blushes.
>"Uhm...show everyone your cutie mark!"
>You quirk a brow.
"I don't have a cutie mark, that's why I'm in this club."
>The girls gasp.
>"You got your cutie mark?"
>"Is it awesome?"
>"Is it lame?"
>"Is it pretty?"
>Applebloom tugs on your jeans.
>Oh.
>That cutie mark.
>You stand up and walk over to the window.
>You pull your pants down and moon the Cutie Mark Crusaders.
>Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle laugh.
>"Is that your butt?"
>"Is that Twilight Sparkle on your butt?"
>"What kinda nerd cutie mark is that?'
>"Did you get it by living in a library?"
>"Or having a pretty mane?"
>They all look at Sweetie Belle.
>"Twilight has a pretty mane."
>You just look outside.
>You swear you can hear rustling in the branches.
>Almost sounds like panting.
>This was a bad idea.
"I'm bushed girls...maybe we should go to sleep."
>They collectively sigh and awww.
>But you know what's going on out there.
>And it bodes ill.
 
>Eventually the girls all settle down.
>After five more rounds of truth or dare.
>Daring them to go to sleep didn't work.
>You've got bows in your hair.
>And you promised to teach Scootaloo how to play football.
>The American kind.
>The full contact kind.
>You lay down in a sleeping bag by the window.
>Applebloom is next to you in hers, and next to her is Scoots and Sweetie.
>Applebloom whispers something to you.
>You can't quite make it out.
>"psst...Anonymoos."
"Yeah?"
>"Are you...asleep?"
"...no."
>"Oh. Uhm...shoot. Uhm. Uh. UH. Well...ya see. Uhm."
>You glance at her.
>She's almost feverishly red.
"You okay?"
>She nods slowly.
>"You wanna...go to the sock hop with me?"
"Sure."
>What the hell is a sock hop?
>If it means free socks, you're excited.
>"So...we kissed."
"Eyup. On a dare."
>"Does that mean we gotta get married?"
>You laugh a little.
>"What?"
"Nothing. No. It doesn't."
>She nods a little.
>"That's swell."
>You look out the window.
>It's a beautiful full moon night and...
>And those are eyes.
>EYES.
>SWEET FANCY MOSES.
>You get up and tap onthe window.
>It opens.
>Fluttershy is flapping in the air.
>She's all sweaty and smells like milk and old pennies.
>Oh god.
>Come on.
>That's just gross.
>"...h-hi Anonymous...I'm fl-Fluttershy."
>You close the window.
>All the mares in this town are crazy.
>You're going to bed before you get raped.