>You are Anon, caring supporter, lighthearted, and a father.
>Well, adoptive father anyway.
>Way back when you adopted a little girl from an orphanage.
>It was a way to cope with loneliness, having somebody else around your house.
>And it worked. You watched her grow for years, developing, becoming her own person.
>She's already in sixth grade, and she reads constantly, watches the stars on your roof, has perfect grades and attendance.
>Twilight... is smarter than you.
>You just hope she doesn't know that yet.
>During your years as a parent, you realized what a good father must have.
>You exercised daily, shedding fat and becoming respectable looking with a decent bit of muscle.
>A high paying job, skills at cooking, top it off with some free time for your kid, and you became the perfect single father.
>Single.
>You've been single for a really long time, and long for some kind of contact with a woman.
>Masturbation has lost some of its charm when your little girl is in the house.
>And god forbid you do anything to her.
>But luckily, you didn't need too.

>Twilight has 5 friends whom she brings over regularly.
>Normally you don't see much of them, they generally just hang out in her room and gossip. Or something.
>You're still not sure what girls do all day.
>But anyway, today was different.
>It did start off normal enough. Twilight came back from school with a smile on her face. I greeted her, and 3 of the friends she brought over.
>Other than Twilight, there was Pinkie Pie, Applejack and Rainbow Dash.
>Rainbow always struck you as one of the cuter ones.
>Not up to standards of your little girl of course, but still pretty up there.
>She was a kid, so she was slender, but she was also athletic, and you could see muscles on her.
>Rainbow wore a tight white shirt, and while other kids had already started to develop some breasts, her chest was still completely flat.
>She also wore a skirt, which seemed weird for her, but underneath were spats, which were less weird.
>The skirt allowed you to see her bare legs, which have several bandages on them from cuts and other injuries.
>She was a tough girl, with a tough girl persona. But around you, she always seemed to lighten up.
>The other two friends regarded you with a “Hello!” and “Hay”, and Twilight with a quick hug.
>But Rainbow looked up at you, and her short cut, messy rainbow hair allowed you to see just how cute her face was.

>Her big magenta eyes stared happily up at you, a big smile on her face.
>She put her hands behind her back, and spoke.
>”Hey Anon, hows it goin'?”
>Her voice was rough, but you could still tell she was trying to be sweet through it.
>You ruffled her hair and told her you were just fine.
>She pouted and furrowed her brow as you messed with her hair, before shaking her head, making you retract your hand.
>You could still see a blush.
>God damn she's adorable.
>You knelt down, meeting her face to face.
“How about you, how was your day?” You say softly.
>Rainbow met your eyes for a second, before blushing harder and turning away.
>”Um. Good...” She mumbles off.
>She always acted strangely around you, though this take it to a new level.
>Rocking on her feet nervously for a few seconds, her face suddenly fills with determination, and she smiles smugly.
>”It was awesome like always.” Rainbow gloats.
“That's good to hear.” You say as you stand up.
>”Oh. Uh, I also got something for you.” Her voice was more quiet there, and she plops down on the ground as she ruffles through her backpack.
>Out of it, she pulls a sandwich bag with a couple cookies in it.
>She holds them out to you, but pulls away as you go to grab it.
>”It- uh, I-I didn't make it, um, so-somebody else gave it some to me, a-and I had too many...”
>Her voice shakes with unease and anxiety, obviously not used to making up excuses.

>...Is that what she's doing?
>”so I thought, I'd y'know, give it to you!” 
“Oh?” You smile.
>”N-no! I mean, I wanted to give it to somebody, because I could eat it, and you happened to be here, s-so it made sense to give it to you, y'know?” She looks up at and quietly awaits your answer.
“Uh. Yeah, that makes sense.”
>You take the cookies as she squee's in happiness, bringing both hands to her mouth to try and silence it.
“Thanks, Rainbow.”
>”Y-yeah, no problem bro. Just what I do, right gu-”
>Rainbow looks around to see that the other three already went upstairs.
>The two of you are alone.
>Rainbow tries to speak, but stutters out nonsense.
>Her blue face has turned almost completely red.
>”Gotta go!”
>She races upstairs, and you can almost hear a distant “B-Baka!” in the air.
>Any maybe a bit of “Fast”.
>Well, that was weird.
>If you didn't know any better, you'd say...
>Naaah.
>You take out one of the cookies and have a bite
“Mmnnyurrhgh-” You face twists in disgust.
>Maybe that's a bad word to use.
>It's dislikable.
>That apparently isn't a word, but I'm still using anyway.
>Burnt. And I'm pretty sure there's an ingredient in here that shouldn't be there.
>Whoever gave Rainbow these cookies was an asshole.
>Or a really bad cook.
>Maybe both.
>...

>You should probably do something other than stand in the foyer thinking about these cookies.
>But they're just so desirable!
>A phone rings.
>Hey, that's a thing!
>Answering it, it's just a reminder of parent-teacher night.
>Well sugar my tits and call me Samantha you completely forgot.
>Parents only, it seems.
>Before you have to leave, you have enough time to clean up the house a little bit and get the girls a little snack, where they all graciously accept your offering to them before they devour it with their little girl appetite.
>With the dark lords of hunger sated, you put on a dress shirt and walk on over to the school.
>The result is exactly what you expected.
>Every teacher gives Twilight a glowing review, telling you how well behaved she is and how smart she is.
>Apparently the teachers have fights over who's class she gets to be in.
>But you didn't hear that from a teacher, you heard it from the custodian.
>Or so they told you to say...
>Regardless, it's stuff you've heard at every other parent-teacher night.
>Still, it's good to hear, and you make a mental note to give her a treat tonight.
>Another thing is you get a lot of weird looks, mostly from women.
>Maybe they don't like how better your kid is than theirs, or maybe they don't like the whole adoption thing.
>Assuming they know that.
>Either way, screw 'em.
>Before you leave, you're stopped by a familiar woman you recognize as Rainbow Dash's mom.
>Since your daughters are friends, you force yourself to talk to her.
>Not that you really need too, she's happy to spend all the time talking herself.

>In contrast to your daughter, Rainbow is disruptive, gets poor grades, but does extremely well in physical activity.
>Overall, it's nothing you couldn't have deduced on your own.
>But one part did catch your attention.
>”-And she's even got a little crush on someone!”
“Oh? Who is that?”
>”I'm not sure exactly, she wouldn't tell me. But, oh, you should have seen it, it was so adorable!”
>She's really excited about this for some reason...
>”It was so unlike her, she had on a little apron and spent all night trying to make cookies for the lucky little guy.”
>Wait a minute...
>”She was asking me questions on how to make them, but insisted she do the actual making herself. She got dough all over her, but she was so happy when they were done.”
>Hold on...
>”Rainbow is usually so brash, so to see her asking me what guys like...”
>Oh my god.
>Did you leave the oven on?
>”Whoever got those cookies is going to be so happy.”
>Oh right.
>Rainbow has a crush on you.
>Probably.
>You've always liked tomboys and petite girls...
>But this... is a little much, no?
>Whatever, it's just a little girl crush, it means nothing.
>You see an opportunity to excuse yourself, and hurry home.

>On the walk home, you can't help but think.
>The idea that a girl actually likes you is incredible.
>You just wish that girl wasn't so young.
>You sigh.
>Again, it doesn't mean anything.
>The fact that you're thinking about this is wrong.
>You just need to get laid.
>B-but not by a sixth grader!
>Jeezus Cheezus.
>Oh wait, you're home.
>You check the oven, then head upstairs.
>You enter your daughters room to find her laying on her bed reading a book, the other three messing around.
>Applejack is playing a game with Pinkie.
>Rainbow is laying stomach down and-
>Spats.
>Where are her spats?
>Her spats are longer than her skirt, and you can normally see them.
>But they're nowhere to be found now.
>And her skirt is slightly rolled up.
>Speaking of which, it gives you a glimpse of her pert butt.
>Wait, why did you notice that?
>Rainbow looks at you, see's you looking at her, eeps, then turns back away.

>”Hello dad.” Twilight mumbles.
“Hey sweetie, just got back from talking to your teachers.”
>That catches her attention.
“All of them gave perfect reviews.”
>Twilight smiles brightly.
>”Ah didn't get perfect reviews...” Applejack mumbles.
“So for a reward, we'll go wherever you want for dinner. And dessert.
>At that last word, you can almost see an exclamation point appear over all the girl's heads as they quickly turn to you.
>They all start to babble where they want to go at the same time, creating a symphony of sound you can't understand.
>And it's high pitched.
“Stop.” You say, and they don't respond to it.
>God dammit, you're the man of this house.
“Enough!” You yell, immediately silencing all of them with your commanding tone.
>You didn't know you could do that.
>Damn you feel good.
>Though they all look kind of scared.
>Less good.
>You cough, and gesture to Twilight.
“She decides where we go.”
>”Pizzeria!”
“Okay maybe somebody else can give an opti-”
>”Pizza!” She shouts again.
>Uuuuugh.
>She loves that place way too much.
>You're starting to get sick of pizza.
>You didn't know it was possible.

>At the very least, the rest of them seem happy about it.
>That makes you smile a little.
“Well, wanna go right now?”
>”Yeah!” They all jump and yell in happiness.
>Tinnitus is the number one major concern around little girls.
>You open the bedroom door for them as they all zoom past.
>But Rainbow slows down a little bit, and brushes against the 'no-no' place.
>You lurch at the touch.
>That seemed way too deliberate.
>Isn't this just a cute little girl crush? How could she know about that if it was?
>Was it just an accident? Did she just want to touch you without knowing about 'it'?
>That seemed the most likely.
>Regardless, you head out to the car.
>Four seater, with 5 people.
>Huh.
>”I'll sit on Anon's lap!” Rainbow volunteers.
>She didn't need too. The car was designed for 4 fully grown adults. The 4 kids all could have fit in the back seat if they wanted to.
>If it there wasn't enough space, it didn't make sense to sit in the drivers lap of all places.
>But for some reason, you didn't object.
>Seatbelt safety, and all that.
>Right?
>Whatever. You all get situated with Twilight shotgun, while Applejack and Pinkie get comfy in the backseat.
>And of course, Rainbow on your lap in the driver seat.
>She snuggles against you and rests her head against your chest.
>She smells like skittles.
>Mmmmmnnnggghhhh....
>This is going to be a long drive.

>You start driving, and luckily she doesn't seem to move much.
>She rests a hand on the bottom on the steering wheel, imagining that she's driving it.
>You swear you can hear her making quiet 'vroom' noises.
>Well, this isn't that bad...
>”Oh, oh! This is my favourite road in the whole town!” Pinkie says.
>She has a favourite road?
“Why's that?”
>She smiles smugly.
>”It's the bumpiest road around.”
>What.
>The car jumps up as it hits the beginning of the bumpy road.
>Rainbow flies up in your lap and slaps down on your crotch.
>Jesus Christ.
>”Yeah?”
>No, not now.
>Her hands grab your thighs as she jumps up and down on your crotch, basically giving you a lap dance.
>Her firm butt should not be on a child.
>Life can be unfair sometimes.
>God damn, it feels like the car is a jackhammer.
>Whoever constructed this road is an ass.
>”Whe-e-e-e-e-e!” Pinkie's voice sounds like it's going through a fan.
>Applejack holds her seat belt tight.
>Twilight is too involved in her book to even register what's happening.
>Rainbow starts to twist around in your lap.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
>”I need somethin' to hold onto.”
>She sits facing you, wrapping her arms around you and burying her face in your chest.
>Did... did she just take a deep sniff?

>Her hugging you doesn't stop the bouncing, but changes the big jumps from quick little ones, effectively jackhammering her butt against your crotch.
>And you'd be lying if you said it didn't have any effect.
>Through the thin skirt you can feel the shape of her rump pressing against a growing tent.
>Uh oh.
>Something wet and small touches you causing you to jerk in place.
>Was that a lic-
>”Look! Dashie's all scared.~” Pinkie mocks.
>She backs off from your chest, red faced from the warmth, and glares daggers at Pinkie.
>”Am not!”
>”Are too! Good thing Nonny is there to keep you safe~” Pinkie teases.
>She jolts back slightly in shock, before leaning forwards with anger.
>”That's it, c'mere!”
>She jumps out of your lap at Pinkie, causing you to swerve the car slightly.
>Luckily, you quickly get it under control, but that's going to be harder for the two girls fighting in the backseat.
“Alright girls...” You start, but see that they're not having any kind of skirmish.
>Rainbow is holding both of Pinkie's wrists while whispering to her intensely.
>Pinkie smiles, then zips her mouth shut.
>Literally.
>You'd call that terrifying if it was anyone other than her.
>Rainbow sits beside Pinkie for the rest of the ride, grumpy.
>Once you arrive at the pizza place, she lightens up.
>You all pile out, and you glance at the restaurant sign.
>Velvet Pizzeria.

>You always thought it was a weird name, but it had good pizza, so it didn't really matter.
>The mature, well-endowed woman at the front happily greets you, like always, then looks at Twilight solemnly, like always.
>You would be insulted, but you have a feeling it's not for any kind of malice or hatred.
>She calls Twilight perdido.
>I don't get it either.
>Anyway, she sits you all down at a booth of sorts and takes your orders.
>Rainbow sits directly across from you, while Pinkie and Applejack were at her sides.
>Your darling little Twilight was at your side.
>She even put down her book to talk!
>You're so proud of her.
>You lean on your hand and smile while they all babble among each other.
>The pizzas are out in no time of all.
>Great tasting, quickly made...
>But fuck all terrible for you.
>You resign only to a couple slices of the plethora of different pizzas before the five of you.
>Not that the girls were complaining at all.
>More for them.
>They all gratefully dig in, getting various different slices.
>Twilight pokes your side, getting your attention.
>She looks up at you with big eyes.

>Her cheeks full of food and a strand of cheese on her cheek, she says thanks for the food.
>Though it comes out more like “Thans fuh da foo.”
>She gives you a cheesy smile.
>Literally.
>The rest of them all simultaneously say thank you as well.
>You chuckle and wipe off the strand of cheese with your thumb.
>She whines, but doesn't fidget until you're done.
>You ruffle her hair, and turn back to your food.
>You catch Rainbow staring at you, before quickly turning away.
>Huh.
>Was that jealous look you saw?
>Regardless, they've already restarted their conversation.
>PP: “You should have come to my last party Applejack, it was incredible.”
>AJ: “Whas it that much better than ya normal ones?”
>TS: I'll admit, it was kinda... cool.” She cringes as she uses the word, unsure if she did it right.
>PP: “We had a clown! He was kind of a bozo though, but we also got a moon bounce, a giant cake, tons of candy, a pinata...” She continues to ramble off a bunch of different things.
>AJ: “Well shucks, ah guess ah missed out.”
>PP: “How about I throw a, “Applejack missed out so we're throwing her a party” party?”
>Applejack chuckles. “Ah'd be happy to go to that one.”
>TS: “Um, excuse me, but referring back to your previous sentence, is it not called an inflatable castle?”
>PP: “You mean the moon bounce?”
>AJ: “Yeah, but ah thought it was called a bounce house or somethin'.”
>PP: “I'm pretty sure I'm right here.”
“What about Boingalow?”
>The trio all slowly turn to look at you.
“Just throwing it out there~” You say in a sing-song voice.

>They all go back to their argument about what's the correct one.
>It's bouncy castle by the way.
>For the uninitiated, that might not come as common sense.
>”H-hey Anon.” A rough voice says.
>You turn to the source.
>Rainbow Dash, with a very clearly placed bit of cheese on her cheek.
>Her eyes can't keep eye contact, and she keeps trying to find other things to look at.
“You got a little something there...”
>”Oh? W-where?”
“Cheek.”
>She rubs the opposite cheek.
>”Nothin's there.”
“Other one.”
>She purposely rubs around the cheese.
>”I can't find it. Can you h-help me?”
>You huff.
>Leaning over, you wipe her cheek clean.
>Her face lights up with glee.
>Figuring she wants the full treatment, you ruffle her hair again.
>Her face also reddens.
>”Y-you didn't need too...”
>She suddenly grabs a cup and down it, leaning back and breathing out deeply.
>”Well let's agree to disagree.” Twilight says.

>”I will not accept defeat!” Pinkie says, slamming her hands on the table, standing.
>”It's not defeat, it's a draw.”
>Pinkie takes a deep breath, and glares at Twilight.
>”Pinkie always wins.”
>It feels like lightning shoots between them.
>You didn't know little girls could be this intense.
>”Alright, enougha that.”
>Applejack grabs the band of her shirt and pulls her down back into her seat.
>”Oh nonono, this isn't over yet.” Pinkie says.
>With your attention back on that, Rainbow is out of your peripheral.
>You hear a gasp of amazement, and a cup drop to the floor.
>”Anon, my cup dropped on your side, can you pick it up?” Rainbow asks.
>Eh, sure?
>You lean back to look under the table, but see nothing.
>”It's a little closer to your seat, you gotta go under.”
>You kick your feet, but feel nothing.
“Huh. Alright.”
>You slide underneath the table and look for a cup.
>Weirdly enough, you don't find anything.
>It's not like there's a lot of hiding places.
>Unless the cup gained sentience, something is wrong.
>Not that a cup gaining sentience would be right...
>As you glance back up something breaks you out of your mental ramblings.
>Rainbows legs spread, giving you a perfect view of her panties.

>Without really thinking, you stare at it.
>It's dark, but you can still make out the curves of her thighs, a thin layer of sweat and the fabric of the panties as it hugs her hips and crotch.
>You stare for what seems like an eternity.
>It's mesmerizing.
>You swear there's a wet on it, but it may just be the darkness.
>Absentmindedly, you lick your lips.
>Finally, you break out and return to reality, coming back out of under the table
>Your face feels warm, and pants tight.
>You lay a sweater over your crotch as you sit back down.
“I didn't find it.” You say, your words distant.
>”That's fine, I got it right here.”
>She holds up a cup, recently refilled with a drink.
>Clever girl...
>You try to focus on anything that grabs your attention, but your thoughts keep returning to what you saw under the table.
>It had to be intentional, it seems impossible that it wouldn't be.
>Still, a part of you believes in the naivete of little girls, and you think maybe it's all just coincidence.
>She did lean back after taking a gulp, so that would explain why her legs were spread.
>And maybe she wanted you under the table to talk to the other 3 about something they didn't want you to know about.
>Or maybe motion something to them?
>That makes more sense than the little girl wanting you to get a good look at her privates.
>You look back to the 3 innocent girls.
>Pinkie has gotten a blue suit and her hair gelled back spiky.
>She shouts objection at something Twilight says, pointing her finger.
>Applejack has a gavel.
>Twilight has gotten a red suit and glasses on.
>She smiles smugly, raising her arms and shaking her head arrogantly.
>”Really Pinkie, I expected a better right.”
>If they're involved in any way, they're really good at acting like they're not.

>You try and read Rainbow.
>You never pegged her for an actor, but maybe she could have a decent career in drama.
>She's completely engaged in the conversation of the trial trio, ignoring you completely.
>Like nothing happened.
>Maybe nothing did happen, to her, at least.
>Are you over thinking this?
>Because if you are, acting on it could have disastrous consequences.
>Not that... you'd ever act on it. You hope.
>You hear the bang of a gavel, and you look to the trio to see them back to normal.
>Well, at least they solved that debate.
>Pinkie looks smug.
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>Time passes by without anything major happening.
>Internally, your emotions and reason are confused, but externally, you act normal enough.
>Soon enough, the pizzas are gone and pitchers are empty.
>Pinkie leans back on her chair, rubbing her stomach contently.
>Applejack and Rainbow stretch out, probably eager to burn off all the calories they just gained.
>Twilight suddenly pulls you into a hug.
>”Thanks for the food, dad.”
>You wrap an arm around her and return it.
“No problem sweetie.”
>The bill arrives.
>Oh.

>Won't be doing that for a while.
>Anyway, you're driving home, Twilight's again shotgun, but Rainbow deciding to fit in the backseat this time.
>And thank god for that.
“So, you girls want me to drive you home?”
>”Actually dad, we were hoping for a sleepover.” Twilight says.
“Oh?”
>You can feel 3 pairs of eyes bore into you from the backseat, awaiting your answer
“Is that why you were kissing up to me earlier?”
>She looks away, embarrassed.
>You laugh lightly.
“Yeah, sure, think of it as my last treat for the night.”
>They all simultaneously give a cheer, some louder than others, assaulting your poor ears again.
>You gotta get that checked out.
>They all quiet down
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>Yep, definitely get that checked out.
>You arrive home, and the kids get to work.
>Calling parents, getting pajamas, the normal stuff.
>They even invite their other friends over, Rarity and Fluttershy.
>While you didn't exactly agree on that, you weren't about to spoil their fun.
>Though it did change from a sleepover to more of a slumber party.

>”Hey daddy, can we go to the video store?” Twilight asks.
>Yeah, we still have one of them.
>And holy shit, she used daddy.
>That means she REALLY wants something from you.
>Ah well, you're a sucker for cute things.
“Sure thing sweetie.”
>Though without telling you, she decided to bring all her friends along as well.
>So here you are, walking to the video store with a train of little girls behind you.
>Fluttershy walks quietly right behind you while the rest walk as a group, talking amongst themselves.
>Passerby's give you weird looks, as if to say, “what the hell?”
>Choo choo, bitch.
>You and your arm of little girls flood into the video store, changing the serene peacefulness into loud, disruptive chaos.
>Pinkie gets the snacks, as everyone trusts her tastes the most.
>Though for the movies, nobody is in agreeance.
>Except Twilight.
>She doesn't care.
>Rainbow and Applejack insists on something horror, while Rarity wants a romance.
>What kind of kid wants a romance?
>Fuckin' weirdo.
>”Rarity, it's really important I get a horror movie.” Rainbow says.
>”But something more refined is preferable”
>This little nigga shouldn't be speaking like this.
>Even though she's albino white...

>”Look, you want a romance? Come here and let me tell you something.”
>Rainbow pulls Rarity out of earshot, turns both their backs to you and speaks in a very hushed tone.
>If you could just closer...
>”Mr. Anon?”
>You peer down at the shy little girl below you.
>Fluttershy is hugging a movie close to her, underneath her rapidly developing breasts
>Crap, that gaze almost made her cry.
>You put on the nicest expression you can, and kneel down for her.
“Just call me Anon, okay?”
>She nods, and holds out the movie to you.
>”Can I get this please?” She basically whispers.
>Watership down.
>You take a deep breath.
>You gaze off into the distance wistfully.
“Not today little one. Not today.”
>”O-oh. Okay...” She submits instantly.
>You feel kind of bad,  but it's for her own good.
>A mocking, high pitched laugh gets your attention.
>”Ara ara, I suppose I shouldn't get in between the two of.” Rarity says.
>Did she just...
>”Fine. You win. We'll get a horror movie.” Rarity submits.
>You didn't realize Rainbow was such a good negotiator.
>Either that, or she threatened her.
>Probably the latter.
>Or maybe...
>Somebody yelling your name right next to you makes you jump.

>It's Pinkie, holding a bag of popcorn almost as big as she is, plus a couple bags of candies and a case of a drink you don't recognize.
>”Take it please.”
>You do, and Christ it's heavy.
>Those little noodle arms can sure pack a punch it seems.
>You carry the stuff to the counter, and dump it off on the counter.
>”Er, will that be all sir?” The male employee says.
“We're still choosing a movie, I think.”
>While the genre has been decided, the actual movie isn't.
>The girls fill the aisle while arguing what to take.
>”Wife couldn't stop pumping them out, huh?” The employee says awkwardly.
>You give him a weird look, but decide not to embarrass him.
“Sleepover.”
>”Oh. Uh, might I recommend something for them to watch.”
“If you can corral them, by all means go ahead.”
>The employee cracks his knuckles, then steps out behind the counter.
>While he walks towards the aisle, Pinkie shouts out and points to him.
>”Look! The messiah.”
>You watch in awe as the girls all step back, allowing him room to select something.
>Their big eyes follow his hand as it glides over the selection.
>Finally, he stops over something, and hands the case to Twilight.
>TS: “Incredible.”
>FS: “I guess I can watch that...”
>AJ: “I can't argue with that.”
>R: “It's what I would have selected.”
>RD: “Yeah right.”
>PP: “We got our movie!”
>Pinkie takes it and holds it up into the air.
>You all hypnotically walk towards the counter.
>You sign a cross on your chest.

>Pinkie hands you the movie.
>Neight of the Living Dead.
>Horse zombies?
>Horse zombies.
>”Scary looking, huh Anon?” Rainbow asks.
“Yeah, alright. Is that everything?”
>With nothing else, you pay all the goodies and head back home.
>Your wallet feels really light, but these little girls...
>They all look so happy.
>It's worth every penny.
>Arriving home, it's getting really late.
>They all change into their PJ's and get situated in the living room.
>You planned to do some more work and go to bed, but Rarity came up to you and asked you to join them.
>Then insisted.
>And then demanded.
>Figuring she won't give up, you say you'll do it.
>And boy, she looks really excited for that.
>Entering the living room, it's dark.
>The screen is the only thing illuminating the room, as the sun has fallen and night has came.
>A nice, chilling atmosphere fits the mood as the glow lights the girls.
>And goddamn, those pajamas are adorable.
>Twilight and Fluttershy sit together on a small couch, probably both going to keep each other entertained.
>Because one's scared, and the other isn't interested in movies.
>Applejack and Pinkie lay on the floor, a giant bowl of popcorn between the two of them.
>And Rarity and Rainbow sit on the other, bigger couch.
>One seat is available between Rainbow and the couch arm.
>ffffffff[spoiler]FFFUCK[/spoiler]
>At least you'll get some popcorn.

>The movie starts normal enough.
>Pinkie laughs at the zombies, not scared in the slightest bit.
>Rainbow was sitting away from you, but at the first scare, she gave fake little scream and moved closer to you.
>Her head presses up against your arm.
>”R-really scary, huh?”
>You give a grunt in agreement.
>She wraps an arm around yours at the second scare, and holds your hand at the third.
>Your fingers interlock, your hand dwarfing hers.
>Her hand is clammy, shaky and sweaty.
>It twitches as she rubs her smooth thumb over the back of your rough hand.
>You decide to return the gesture.
>She jumps in place.
>You can barely make out her face, beet red in the glow of the TV, as she holds your hand.
>The fabric of her pajamas are kinda rough, but still warm and comforting.
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>Her breathing gets heavier the longer your hands are together.
>Suspicion...
>You glance down, and see her other hand at her side, her fingers fiddling.
>She shouldn't be this excited.
>Rainbow gives a content sigh as she drops her head against your shoulder, happy to stay like that.
>She doesn't even flinch at the next scare.

>The two of you stay like that for some time, while Rarity watches on in glee.
>You get up for the washroom, but Rainbow doesn't let your hand go.
>She whines as you have to pry it off.
>Once you get back, you see her impatiently bouncing her leg.
>And once you sit down, she grabs your hand with both her hands and holds it close, sighing happily, like she just got a cigarette after not having one for a while.
>Weird...
>Drugs are bad, mm'kay.
>By the time the movie is over, Rainbow had almost passed out.
>You stand up, letting Rainbow go.
>She looks in a tired, almost drunken, confused gaze.
>You announce you're going to bed, and for them not to stay up much longer, before heading upstairs.
>You slide off your shirt and socks before getting in bed.
>Grabbing a nearby small pillow, you hold it close, as your normally do.
>It's comfy against you. It helps you feel less alone.
>And you've held it so much in the past you can't sleep anymore without holding something.
>The movie tired you out, so it doesn't take long to fall asleep.
>Your dream is troubled.
>For a large portion of it, you lose something close and become uncomfortable.
>You travel lost for a while, before you find something even better.
>And this time, you keep it extremely close, and make sure not to lose it.
>No matter what.

>You awaken, the morning sun filling your room with light.
>Burying your face deeper into your skittle smelling pillow, you decide to sleep in today.
>You lay in bed awake for a while, still hazy, hugging your small, warm and snugly pillow.
>Your thoughts inevitably fall to lewd things from laying awake too long.
>Morning wood like mad bro.
>You imagine holding a girl close, in place of your pillow
>Slow, sensual, loving sex.
>Your morning wood presses hard into the rough fabric.
>Sliding your hand down the back, you grope the pillows butt.
>Wait...
>What?
>Your reason starts to come back to you, and you look at what you're holding.
>It's Rainbow Dash, in place of your pillow.
>Your morning wood snug between her thighs and hand on her ass.
>The worse part about it?
>You don't immediately pull away.
>The loneliness you've faced clouds your reason, and you just hug her tighter.
>Her quiet, warm breaths brush against your chest, the sound comforting.
>You've practically cocooned her in your grasp.
>And the warmth and comfort is intoxicating.
>Your hand massages her rear as the other strokes her back.
>Your morning wood is grinding into her crotch through the clothes.
>She lightly moans into your chest, with a following whine for more.
>Rainbow has completely melted into your grasp
>She says something softly in here sleep.
>”Anon.”
>And that word breaks you out of your haze, and back into reality.
>Somewhat hesitantly, you let go of her and slide back and out of bed.
>You didn't realize it earlier, but your heart was pounding, and your face feels warm.
>Is your heart acting up because you were scared, or because you were excited?
>Both?
>You're scared for the answer.
>You put on your missing clothes as quietly as possible before tiptoeing out of the room.
>Closing the door, you hear the click of it closing and put your back against it.
>This... is bad.

>Shit, okay.
>Maybe it was just a moment of weakness, nothing else.
>You don't really like to diddle kids.
>And Rainbow Dash?
>Probably wanted to sleep in bed with you because she was scared from the movie.
>That makes sense right?
>You convince yourself that it does.
>You rub your forehead, and take a deep breath.
>Moving down to your chin, the grainy, prickly texture of your stubble is somewhat comforting.
>Your heart stops pounding, and you relax.
>First things first, what time is it?
>You go back into your room to check your clock.
>8:38am
>Assuming the girls didn't stay up too late, they should be waking up soon.
>As you proceed to leave the room, you see something out of place that catches your eye.
>You kneel down and pick it up, bringing it a few inches from your face.
>It's white.
>It's fluffy.
>It's Rainbow's panties.
>Your mind stops processing what you're doing once again, and you look to Rainbow, back to the panties, and repeat it two more times.
>The texture is nice, and you find yourself caressing it with your thumb.
>Your mind reminds you of what you're doing, and you flash back to reality.
>Eyes shooting to Rainbow, you see she's still sleeping.
>Good, that would have been awkward if she caught you.

>You place them back, roughly where they were before, and exit the room.
>Walking down the stairs, your hands decide to circle your thumb around your index finger as if the panties were still there.
>You have the consciously stop it.
>To clear your mind, and make some girls happy, to you decide to make a big breakfast.
>In the kitchen, you start by washing and dicing some potatoes.
>While doing so, you cut your finger.
“Fuck.” You say quietly, and bring the finger to your mouth.
>”What's that word mean?”
>You look up and see Twilight standing in the kitchen entrance.
>Her long flowing hair is disheveled, strands sticking out every which way.
>She wears silky dark purple pajamas, many little shooting stars running across.
>Twilight smiles lightly, looking at you through drowsy eyes.
“Uh.”
>Twilight's barefoot, and her feet stomp against the linoleum tiles as she walks to the fridge.
>”Just kidding, I know what it means.” She smile again before getting out the milk and a cup from the cupboard.
“And just why do you know that young lady?”
>”Uh. Research?” Twilight says quietly.
>You chuckle lightly.
“Just don't go around saying that in school, okay?”
>”Well I didn't become top of the class by swearing all the time.” Twilight says, before taking a big gulp of her drink.
“Right. Well if you're not so busy, how about you help me?”
>She downs the rest of her milk, and nods.

>You instruct her what to do, and go get a band-aid for your finger.
>Yeah, you need a band-aid.
>”Pussy”
>Fuck you brain.
>I am a MAN!
>Coming back, you see Twilight has gotten the bacon out, placing it on the stovetop.
>”The book I read said you should cook at at a medium heat, and-”
>You lean over her, and turn the stovetop to near maximum.
“Let's break the rules, eh?”
>She looks uncomfortable with the idea, but follows it anyway.
>You finish cutting while Twilight cooks the bacon.
>A cute tune comes from her.
>”I was prepared to do my best, thought I could handle any test...” Twilight trails off.
“What's that song you're singing?” You cut in.
>She looks away from you, embarrassed.
>”J-just a little thing I came up with.”
>You sit in silence for a moment.
“Well come on, let's hear it.”
>”N-no! It's embarrassing!”
>You get up and stand beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
>She stiffens up as you do.
“Please?”
>”I'm not a very good singer.” She mumbles after a few seconds.
“Can you at least tell me what it's about?”
>She rubs the back of her head, ”I made it the first time I failed a test.”
>What?
“When was this?”

>She gets a look revealing that she didn't mean to say that.
>”A while ago. I hid the test from you.”
“Was the song to help you cope?”
>”Y-yeah.”
>You change from her shoulder to her head, and brush her hair with your fingers reassuringly.
“Nobodies going to fault you for messing up one test. Certainly not me.”
>She stands in silence as you run your fingers through her hair.
>Twilight starts pushing her head against your hand, enjoying the feeling.
“Don't be embarrassed. I won't judge you for it.”
>”Y-you won't be mad?”
“Never.” You simply respond.
>Wordlessly, she turns to face you, looks up and holds her arms out.
>With a single tear in her eye.
>You lean down and hug her tightly.
>The two of you stay like that for a while, enjoying each others embrace, before breaking off.
>”Thank you, dad.”
“Anytime. Remember, you can talk to me about anything.”
>She pauses for a moment.
>”Can I tell you something else?”
“What is it?”
>”The bacon's burning.”
>You stop to register that for a second, before the smell knocks you back into reality.
“Crap!”
>Twilight giggles as you scramble for the frying pan.
>You quickly place the last of the bacon onto the plate.
>The last pieces are a little charred, but still edible.

>You turn the oven to a low temperature, and put the bacon inside.
“That'll keep the bacon warm while we make the home fries.”
>”Don't we drain the grease?”
“Nope. We use it as oil for the fries.”
>”Isn't that bad for you?”
“Yes.” You say as you slide the potato squares into the pan with a knife, “but we're doing it anyway.”
>She looks at you skeptically.
“We'll go for a run after.”
>She rolls her eyes, but smiles anyway.
>The rest of the breakfast continues normally, cut up and put in some onions and garlic, set the table, normal stuff.
>The smell starts to wake the adorable sleeping machines up one by one, coming into the kitchen in search of food like wild animals.
>You were worried they were comatose for a while there.
>In all fairness, they do help you out once they break out of their daze.
>Soon enough, your kitchen is overrun by little girls helping out wherever they can.
>Rarity comes up to you.
>”So, how was last night?~”
“Uh. What do you mean?”
>”There's no need to play dumb, Anonymous.”
>You remain silent.
>Please, just leave.
>You can't prove anything!
>”Oh fine, you can keep your secrets.” There was a playful tone to her voice.
>Damn weird girl.

>By the end of it all, you've got home fries, bacon, eggs and toast, hash-browns, and enough of it for all of them to be sated.
>”Hay, where's Rainbow?” Applejack asks as she fills her plate.
>You stiffen at the question.
“Well, she's...”
>A thump from upstairs makes everyone jump a little.
“Uh. All of you keep on eating, I'll go check that out. I think I already know what it is...”
>Your suspicions were true. It was Rainbow.
>She'd fallen off the bed, and was clutching her knee while sniffling.
>”Ow. Anon...” She whines.
“What happened?”
>”I-I wanted to go look for you, but *sniff* my foot got caught on the covers.”
“Where does it hurt?”
>”Mmh.” She points to her knee.
>You grumble, before picking her up and carrying her to the bathroom.
>Sitting her down on the toilet, you take out some band-aids from a med-kit underneath the sink.
>Rainbow looks down at you tear-filled eyes as you sit down in front of her.
>You attempt to roll up her pant leg, but it doesn't go up halfway past her shin.
>Mulling it over for a moment, you figure there's only one way.
“I-I'm going to need to take these off, okay?”
>”I-if you have too.”
>There's no clear sign that she's trying anything through this.
>Shit, maybe she really is innocent.
>You grab the waistbands, and start to pull them down.
>Catching a glimpse of her blue crotch, you pull them back up.
>You look away and gulp.
>Fuck, you completely forgot she wasn't wearing panties.

>”Anon?” Rainbow says, concerned.
“Yeah, just k-keep your legs close together.”
>She does, and you resume pulling her pants down.
>You bring them down to her shins, and let them drop the rest of the way.
>You try your absolute best to not look, using all your willpower, but still you glance for one instant.
>A breath catches in your throat.
>That instant burns into your mind.
>Her toned, smooth thighs that you would want to trace your finger over and worship.
>On any other woman, anyway.
>Her actual girlhood is mostly covered, but you swore you could see just the edge of her clit.
>You stare into the floor as your face flushes, and you take a deep breath.
>”A-anon? It hurts.”
>Right, her injury.
>You're doing this to help her, nothing else.
>Keeping focus on her knee, and nothing else.
>You examine the injury.
>It's just a tiny bruise, nothing that won't heal on its own.
>Still, for a kid, you could understand why she would be near tears.
>You slap an extra large band-aid on her, and tell it's okay.
>”Can you kiss it?”
“K-kiss it?”

>Right, kissing.
>That's a thing adults do for their children.
>Granted, not usually other kids...
>Does it matter?
>Rainbow gives a little whimper.
>Dammit, you hate to see crying kids.
>You hesitate for a moment, before giving the bandaged part a quick peck.
>Rainbow gives a sigh of relief, before leaning back.
>You quickly turn your head away as she spreads her legs in the process.
“Rainbow, pull your pants up!”
>”Holdonna minute, the PJ's hurt my knee...”
>You look around the bathroom for anything, absolutely anything to focus on other than her.
>Magazines, curling irons, mirror-
>Mirror?
>Through the mirror, you find yourself staring at her pantless, pantyless, leg spread form.
>You didn't stare for that long, but it was long enough.
>Unfortunately...
>You mean fortunately, the distance of the mirror and the image is too great to be able to make out any details between her legs.
>It's still enough to make your heart stop.
>Once a hand drops between her legs, you shut your eyes tight.

>Was she really going to finger herself right next to you?
>Did she even know what fingering was?
>Curiosity gets the better of you, and you open one eye.
>And catch Rainbow.
>Pulling up her pants.
>You almost cry out in relief.
>Instead, you take a deep breath and rise.
>Rainbow stands to meet you, looking up at you with a smile.
“You okay?”
>”Yep!”
>She gives you a quick hug, before running off downstairs.
>Didn't realize kisses were as pain-reducing as morphine.
>You follow shortly after, and find her complaining that the rest ate all the food.
>Ignoring that, you head to the living room and sit down in your chair.
>You drape an arm over your eyes, and relax into the chair.
>Only awake for an hour, and you already feel ready for bed.
>Twilight comes up to you and tugs on your sleeve.
>”Phone.”
>You take the phone with your free hand.
“Yello?”
>It's Rainbow's mom.

>”How are you doing this morning?”
>Your mind flashes to previous events.
>And then you hear the piercing crash of something breaking, then Rainbow yelling, “It wasn't me!”
“I'll survive.”
>She gives a polite laugh.
>”Well, if think you won't die in the next couple hours, could you take my little girl to her soccer game?”
>You take the arm off your eyes and lean forward, resting an elbow on your leg.
“Can't you do it?”
>”I would love too, but I'm a little busy at the moment...”
>You rub an eye with a hand.
“When and where?”
>She sounds giddy.
>”Thank you, I knew you would do it! It's at 10:30.”
>She gives a location, it's about 30 minutes away by car.
>You check the time.
>9:30ish.
“Alright, I'll do it.
>”Thank you! I'll drop off her bag at 10:00. I'll repay the favor later.”
>Mother Rainbow is too busy to drive her daughter, but not busy enough to drop off her soccer bag?

>You run your hand over your stubble, and look into the dining room.
>They're having a mini food fight with the leftovers.
>Their group may be a little dysfunctional, but you can't say they don't have fun.
>You walk to the door frame and clear your throat.
>They all stop, looking at you with guilty expressions.
“I've got to take Rainbow to her soccer game. Anyone that wants to stay longer has to come with.”
>Fluttershy and Rarity decide it's time to leave, and everyone gives goodbyes.
>The goodbyes last too long, each person saying it two more times then they should.
>You think some of them even say goodbye to ones that aren't leaving.
>Oh well.
“Everyone else, go play outside for a while.”
>”I don't know.” Twilight mumbles.
>”What about predators? What if we get EATEN?!” Pinkie gasps.
>”Actually Pinkie, statistically speaking, the chances of that happening are incredibly low.”
>”Fine, but I want Chris Hansen on speed dial.” The conversation turns inaudible to you as they go upstairs to change.
>The girls change into proper clothing.
>Rainbow in her tight shirt and skirt.
>And you hope panties...
>Pinkie with a bright pink shirt with a white heart on it, and blue shorts.
>Twilight with a black shirt, speckled with shining silver dots, and jeans.
>And finally Applejack, orange and white shirt with jeans.
>They promise to be back in time, and head out to pick flowers or something.
>You're also not entirely sure what they do outside.
>Little girls are an enigma.

>Either way, you head upstairs for a shower.
>You start up the shower, undress, and step into the glorious, heated, simulated rain.
>Steam rises and fills the room as you wash and burn away all your worries.
>You finally wake up, and feel fully clear headed for the first time all day.
>You look down over your body, and smile.
>Hell, you haven't done half bad.
>If you actually get a girl, she might even be impressed.
>Getting a girl...
>As your mind wanders, blood starts flowing downstairs.
>You haven't had release in a while.
>Hands travel and stroke, but it doesn't feel right.
>Sighing, and still fully erect, you step out the shower.
>You give yourself a quick pat down before heading to your room.
>Going naked is nice sometimes.
>That's what you like about empty houses, you don't have to worry.
>Not that you don't like company, but after getting a daughter, you gained a bit of appreciation for the things you can't do once you have someone living for you.
>Or with somebody else in the house.
>Like the girl in front of you.

>At the top of the stairs stands Rainbow, red faced, slack-jawed and wide eyed.
>You freeze in place like a deer caught in headlights.
>Her eyes explore your still wet, shiny body.
>They travel from your face, to your chest, your arms, and eventually your crotch.
>Drool starts to drip from her mouth.
“R-rainbow!”
>Without a towel, you struggle to cover your package with your hands.
>Unfortunately, that's difficult when you have a raging hard-on.
>Using two hands, it looks more like you're jerking yourself off in front of her instead of hiding it.
>Her legs twist inward and start rubbing against each other.
>Your brain comes up with a decision, and you decide to run for your room.
>Her eyes follow you the whole way there.
>You slam and lock the door behind you, and lean against it for a moment.
>Fuck.
>You frantically search through your drawers, getting on all your clothes.
>Little-Anon hasn't exactly calmed down yet, and a bulge is still visible through your pants.

>That doesn't matter at the moment though, because you need to make sure Rainbow hasn't run off screaming yet.
>You practically body-slam the door open as you shoot out your bedroom.
>Rainbow is laying on the floor, flushed and sweating.
>Her hand vanished beneath her skirt, making many repeated frantic motions.
>She gasps and moans, and looks up at you with needy eyes.
>”I fe- Nnh!... Feel hot, Anon.”
>A gasp of pain breaks you out of your trance, and you shove those initial thoughts aside.
>You place a hand on her forehead.
>It burns intensely.
“Rainbow, you might have a... fever.”
>It sounds even dumber as you say it.
>Her hand returns from her skirt, fingers slick with something, and grabs your wrist.
>”H-help.”
>She breathes heavily as you pick her up and carry her to your bed.

>You lay her down gently.
>Running downstairs to get some water, you run into the three other kids.
“What are you all doing here?”
>”Rainbow said she forgot something, so we all came back.”
>Yeah, that lines up.
>You get an ice-cold water bottle, and head upstairs.
>Entering your room, she's certainly in a more compromising position.
>Rainbow's skirt is pulled down, giving you another glimpse of her panties.
>Her shirt it pulled up slightly, giving you a glimpse of her stomach and belly button.
>It shines with sweat.
>Dammit, this girl is sick! It's no time for dirty thoughts.
>You unscrew the bottle cap, and give the water to her.
>She thanks you before you run out and complete the cycle again, this time for an icepack.
>You run back into your room again.
“Oh come the fuck on.” You say to yourself.
>She had spilled some of the water, soaking through her tight white shirt.
>It had revealed one her nipples, and the nubs responded to the cold, and were very obviously poking through.
>The cold obviously bothered her, since she was squeezing her nub between two of her fingers.
>You considered this for a moment.
>You had a half-naked, wet, sweaty, possibly horny girl fondling herself that has a crush on you moaning and groaning on your bed.
>All in all, interesting day.

>Steeling yourself, you sit on the bed and put the icepack on her forehead.
>You feed her a couple more sips of water.
>Your eyes travel to her heaving chest, much to your dismay.
>She nuzzles up against your hip.
>Sighing, you run your hand through her hair, comforting her.
>You both stay like that for a couple minutes.
>”I'm okay.” Rainbow says.
>You raise an eyebrow.
>Rainbow sits up, the icepack falling off.
>”I can go to soccer.”
“You don't have to go if you're not feeling well-”
>”I wanna go!”
>Her lip purses, cheeks puffing out.
>She looks damn adorable, contrast to how she was looking a few minutes ago.
>Her forehead isn't on fire anymore, but she's still a little redfaced.
>You don't think fevers can go away that fast, but...
“If you feel up to it-”
>”I do!”
>She's adamant on her position.
>You cave.
“Ten o'clock. It's time then.”

>She readjusts her clothes, also grabbing her spats from Twilight's room.
>So that's where they went.
 >The two of you head downstairs.
>Rainbow's bag was already there.
>A small yellow gym bag with 'crash and burn' inscribed on it.
>Weird.
>Twilight, Pinkie and Applejack all crowd around Rainbow in concern, but she tells them nothing's wrong.
>You hope so...
>Rainbow runs off to change into her different clothes, the other gear still in the bag.
>You drop the bag in the trunk, and everyone piles into the car.
>The early Saturday morning chill sends a shiver down your spine, and you make sure to put the windows up.
>Good thing you keep an extra sweater in the car.
>Playing soccer in this weather is damn near child abuse.
>On the plus side, there aren't many cars on the road, and you make it to the game at the perfect time.
>Rainbow had already put on her protective gear and cleats on the ride there.
>Once arrived, Rainbow stepped out the car and put her hands on her hip, standing proud.
>She looked adorable.
>A loose navy blue shirt with a “1” and “Rainbow” on the back of it.
>Baby blue shorts with white lining.
>And white cleats.
>Overall, she looked very blue.
>Dabadee dabadie.

>She runs off to join her team in stretches.
>You find an good spot in the stands, near the end towards Rainbow's part of the field.
>You and the three other kids take your seats in the stands among the other parents and kids dragged here.
>Looking over the area, it's obvious it isn't a very important game.
>A plain ass field in the middle of buttfuck nowhere.
>Rainbow certainly seemed to be taking it seriously.
>She was leading her team through the stretches, doing more than the actual coach.
>Pinkie informs you she's the team captain.
>And well deserving of the position.
>You examine the other team.
>Their team colour is black.
>Oh shit nigga.
>Laws of reality tell you that they're the evil, Hitler loving team.
>You can pick out their team captain by the contrasting white number one to their ink black uniform, and her long, flowing raven black hair.
>She looks tall for her age, slender, almost elegant...
>And the most well-endowed girl on the field.
>She's like the anti-rainbow.
>Dark Rainbow.

>Her judging emerald eyes scan the audience, including you, and you quickly turn away.
>Don't watch her to catch you staring.
>Turning back, raven hair is staring at Rainbow Dash.
>Raven hair is smart, you can tell. She's eyeing Rainbow and judging her skill and leadership before the game even starts.
>This might turn out more interesting than previously expected.
>The referee's whistle blows, and the teams start getting into position.
>Rainbow calls out to you and gives a thumbs up, before running into her placement.
>Raven see's that.
>She gazes at you and eye contact it made for a brief moment.
>Even as far away as she is, it felt way too person.
>You avert your eyes immediately
>After a few seconds pass, and find her still staring at you, this time with a devilish grin.
>What does this Satan spawn want with you?
>After what seems like an eternity, she turns her attention to the game.
>”That girl was staring at you.” Twilight comments.
“You saw?”
>Twilight nods, “She's planning something.”
>You sit in silence for a couple seconds, considering that.
“Don't take things so seriously, okay? It's probably nothing.”
>”Ah reckon she's plannin' sah-boo-tug.” Applejack says.
>”Yeah! She wants to destroy us from the inside!” Pinkie says.
“First of all, it's sabotage. Second of all, where are you all getting these ideas from?”
>”Experience.” Twilight says solemnly.
“D-do girls really experience sabotage so often?”
>”War never changes.” Pinkie says wistfully.
>These girls need to calm the fuck down.

>Finally, the referee blows the whistle, and the game begins.
>As you watch the game, you notice Raven and Rainbow seem near equal in skill level, kicking the ball around the other slower players with expert precision.
>Though for the first half of the game, they never actually face each other.
>The first half ends 2-1 black team.
>Rainbow scored the first goal for her team, but Raven and some other chucklefuck nobody cares about scored the second and third goals of the game.
>You give a thumb of encouragement when Rainbow looks your way, and you see her smile and pull her team into a huddle.
>Twilight and co are consulting about something.
“Talking about Raven?”
>”Who?” Twilight asks.
“You know- um...”
>It occurs to you that at some point, you gave her a nickname.
>She left that much of an impression on you?
“Nevermind. What are you talking about?”
>”That there dark filly flipper.” Applejack says.
>Right, Raven.
>”We've decided that you should go down and talk to Rainbow.” Twilight states.
”W-what? Why me? You're her best friends.”
>”That black girl is going to do something evil to you, that's why!” Pinkie says.
>You hear a “that's racist” in a monotone tone and a “oh no you di-dn't!” from the distance, followed by four snaps of the finger.

>”You need to talk to Rainbow, to ensure she doesn't suspect anything weird when that girl acts.” Twilight says.
“Girls. It's a soccer game.”
“Calm the fuck down.”
>Okay, you don't say that last part, but it's heavily implied.
>All three point their fingers towards her in unison.
>You shrug your shoulders in defeat.
>Getting bossed around by little girls.
>What's next?
>You step down the stands and get to the team just as they break off their huddle.
>”What's up?” Rainbow asks.
“Hey Rainbow, I got something to tell you.”
>”What is it?”
“It's just, uh...” You see the person of interest starting to walk towards the two of you from across the field.
>Rainbow follows your gaze to her.
>”What? Is it about her?”
“I-I gotta go to the washroom.” You say, and excuse yourself before she could ask anymore questions.
>Rainbow peered at the approaching raven haired girl.
>You don't know what it was, but you felt uneasy.
>Gotta get to that washroom quickly...
>And by washroom, you mean the porta-potty hidden behind the stands.
>It wasn't visible from the stands, so it took you a good couple minutes to find it.
>Once you did, it was nice and relieving.
>Also smelled like shit.
>Literally.
>Finished your business, you stepped outside, and enjoyed the clean, not shit smelling air when somebody cleared their throat.

>Standing in front of you was Raven... hair.
>Y-you didn't give her a cute nickname.
“Can I help you?”
>She cocks her head and smiles.
>”You're the Anon I've heard so much about?”
>Wat.
“You must have me confused with someone else-”
>”Nope, I'm positive you're the one I'm looking for.”
“How can you be so sure?”
>”I like to do research on my opponents. Dig for information.”
>Holy shit this kid.
>”My informant told me Rainbow,” she spat her name, “liked a boy, who's description she described didn't match anyone in the school.”
>”After she called out to you, I looked you over more carefully, and realized you were the one she liked.”
>She deduced it that quickly?
>This wasn't a child in front of you...
>”And frankly, I wanted to know what made her like you so much.”
>It was a monster.
>”And don't forget,” She squeezes her breasts together with her arms, “I'm better than her at everything.”
>She emphasizes that last word.

>You take a step back.
“You're mistaken.”
>Was Twilight right?
>Was Applejack right?
>Was... Pinkie right?!
>Raven takes casual steps forward, eventually pushing your back against a wooden pillar of the stands.
>”Don't you like innocent little girls?”
>You peer down at her.
“You're not innocent.”
>She closes one eye and sticks out her tongue.
>”Guilty as charged~”
>She places a hand on your crotch.
“Wait-!”
>”Let's see what's got her all hot and bothered.”
>Before you can even react, she's undone your zipper and got your soft member out.
>But you're not that slow.
>You slide off to the side before she can do anything else, stuffing your shaft back in your pants.
“What do you think you're doing?” You demand.
>”Insurance.”
>She holds up a phone, showing a picture of you with, to put it bluntly, your dick flopping out.
>Raven is somewhat visible in the frame.
>It's not enough to say, hold up in a court of law with a decent enough lawyer, but enough to convince anyone shown it that it wasn't just you caught at a vulnerable moment.
>Since she'd be the one showing it.
“What the fuck...?”
>”I've got you by the balls now. Maybe literally, later~”
>You feel your hands ball up into fists, your eyebrows furrow.

“What are you planning to do with that?”
>”Nothing, as long you follow along with me.”
“...And what will stop me from taking it from you?”
>”I play soccer, I run faster. Plus, anyone seeing you run after me will surely get the wrong idea.”
>You were wrong, she isn't a monster.
>She's the devil.
>”I'll give this to my mom for the duration of the game to make sure it's nice and safe.”
>She dangles the phone in front of you, daring you to make a grab for it.
>You're not so easily baited.
[spoiler]Right?[/spoiler]
>”Hmph. No fun.”
“You still haven't answered my question. What do you want?”
>”My, aren't you eager.”
>Urge to kill... Rising.
>”While I'm sure I could win the game, I want you to convince Rainbow to throw the game,” She drapes a stray hair behind her ear, “I don't like to take chances.”
“That's it?”
>”Of course not, you do my bidding, we could have fun later, the possibilities are endless.”
>You consider your options.
“Fine.”
>”You sure caved in quickly. Are you sure you didn't want this?”
>You grit your teeth.
>”Mhm, that's all for now. You're dismissed.”
>She laughs mockingly as she saunters off.

>You watch her, not bothering for a surprise attack.
>She's probably expecting that.
>You mull over the situation.
>Little black bitchy might be holding all the cards right now...
>But you're not planning to let it stay that way.
>She may just be a little girl.
>But she declared war.
>And you already have an army.
>You hurry back to the stands with a plan in mind, but get called over by, who else, Raven.
>Begrudgingly, you head over.
>Rainbow is there as well.
>”Can you believe the nerve of this girl, Anon?” Rainbow complains.
>”Well let's ask him,” She turn to you, and asks sweetly, “which one of us do you like more?”
“I, uh...”
>Rainbow watches in annoyance as Raven bounces the mounds on her chest.
>You words get caught in your throat.
>”As if Anon actually likes saggy boobs like yours.”
>”Better that than the ironing board you have.”
“I think I'd agree with rain-”
>Raven holds up her phone, as if to say, “try it motherfucker.”
>You make eye contact with Rainbow, and hold it.
>You've always found eye contact uncomfortable, because it's just so personal, something you'd rather save for someone you love.
>It's because you can see so much through it.
>Her magenta eyes show you confusion, anger, and worry.
>But a glint also shows hope, hope for you.
>You give a heavy sigh as you share eye contact, giving her an apologetic look.
>And then that glint disappears.

>You try your damnedest to convey that it's not your choice, but you're not sure she gets it.
>She squints her eyes, then stomps away, kicking dirt at you.
>”I love a happy ending.” She says, flicks her hair at you, and saunters off.
>Now Rainbow hates you.
>This isn't going to end this way.
>You walk over to the stands, sitting down next to the girls.
>Looking over the playing field, you see good ol' Raven giving something to an obsidian haired older woman, who puts it in a purse.
>You motion the girls close.
>”What happened?” Applejack asks.
“You were right. We're playing a different game now.”
>”I knew that black girl was evil!” Pinkie says.
>You hear a distant, “She dindu nuffin” emit from one of crowd members that heard that.
>You could almost feel the fat, black sass coming from it.
“Girls, you said you've dealt with this kind of thing before?”
>They all nod.
“Good, because I'm going to need your help. We need a plan...
>You all converse your ideas, and come up with the solution.

>It wasn't too difficult to find her car.
>A black SUV.
>Everything is black with this family.
>You're not about to slash her tires or anything, that would be too obvious.
>Instead, you attempt to open the door.
>It opens.
>Life is in your favor for once.
>There's nothing to steal, not that that's your objective anyway.
>Instead, you take a bunch of deviled eggs, and hide them in obscure places.
>You even managed to get one in the vent system.
>Now some may ask where you got these eggs.
>Why are you asking so many fucking questions?
>Just know they should have eaten all of them.
>Anyway, you exit the parking lot and return to the game.
>It just entered the last quarter, there's not a lot of time left.
>Still 2-1 Black team, some of the blue members are starting to lose hope.
>Not Rainbow though.
>She hasn't given up.
>With renewed energy, you head past your normal place on the stands.
>The girls weren't there anymore anyway.
>Raven doesn't notice as you head onto her teams half of the stands, and sit down next to a dark haired, older woman.

>Three candy coloured girls sat nonchalantly around you.
>She gives you a glance, smiles, and returns her attention back to the game.
>Everything rides on this.
>Play it cool.
“Hey.”
>Ice cold.
>”Hello.” She responds.
“Anon.”
>Girls like silent strong ones right?
>”Nerva.”
“That's a cute name.”
>She grunts in affirmation.
>You rub the back of your head.
“Which ones yours?” You try and strike up conversation.
>”The cute one with dark hair.” She points to the suspected.
“Oh? You look a little young to have a daughter that old.”
>She cocks and eyebrow, but gives a coy smile.
>”Some have told me I look young for my age.”
>She's buying it!
“28 at oldest, right?”
>”39, actually.”
>You try and look as surprised as possible.
“No kidding?”

>She places a hand on her modestly sized chest.
>”Yes. I'm afraid her father ran out on her when she was young.”
“You know, I love kids.”
>”Oh? I love a man that can take charge.”
>You place a hand on her thick thigh and give a light squeeze.
“I can do more than take charge.”
>She bites her lip, and eyes you up and down.
>Holy shit, she's falling for it.
>The world doesn't hate you!
>”I am old...”
“I like a woman with experience.”
>Is this the proper time to ask?
>Fuck it, you're going for it.
“If I get a number, maybe you can show me what you know?”
>She laughs lightly.
>”I'm a great teacher, especially for handsome young men like you.”
>You hear someone fake a gag behind you.
>Not now, Ms. Purple.
>She unzips her purse, and takes out a pen and ripped piece of scrap paper.
>A pink hand starts for the open purse, and a purple and orange body block that hand from view of witnesses.
>Yes...
>Yes..!

>But then something happened on field.
>While you were having that conversation, the black team was gaining on the field with the ball.
>They were setting up a goal, which would pretty much finalize the game with no hope of winning for the blue team.
>In doing so, it made Nerva reach for her purse, making the pink hand flee back.
>No!
>Nerva places the purse on her lap and digs out a pink phone, different from the one Raven had.
>FUCK
>She turns on the recorder with expert timing, which would cement Raven's win over the blue team in history.
>This is bad.
>Rainbow's team would lose.
>She'll still hate you.
>Raven will still have her blackmail.
>And you haven't even gotten Nerva's number.
>You've... lost.
>You lean back and watch the inevitable as they take the game winning shot.
>But Rainbow intercepted the ball.

>This got a cheer from the crowd, happy something mildly interesting happened.
>The cheers increased from somewhat enthusiastic “yeah” to a roar of excitement as Rainbow travels the field with the ball.
>She travels the field, keeping control of the ball and juking out anyone that comes her way.
>At halfway and still going strong, Navra places her purse back to her side and leans forward with two hands on the camera.
>”Oh~ This is good stuff.”
>She sounds near orgasm.
>You watch the game intensely, paying little mind to anything else
>Rainbow dances around the field with the ball with such ease it would make some professionals feel insignificant.
>Some people are now standing up, cheering her on.
>As with most things, that extra cheer and affection helped motivate and push her further.
>Rainbow was a few seconds away from taking her shot.
>Out of nowhere, Raven jumps into action.
>She slides at the ball in panic, planning to run out the timer instead of score again.
>But another blue player blocks her and takes the hit, allowing Rainbow her shot.
>And she takes that shot.
>And Rainbow scores.
>Everyone, you included, stands up in applause.
>The praise makes Rainbow beam with happiness, and her team crowds her with more cheer.
>Unfortunately, the game wasn't over yet.
>It was 2-2
>Overtime.
>Straight to sudden death.

>One team shoots, and if they score, the other team has to match it, or they lose.
>Each team chooses their best goalie and shooter.
>The shooters are Rainbow and Raven respectively.
>Raven goes first, and shoots a solid goal.
>The applause is... lacking.
>Rainbow goes, and gets a rebound goal off the post.
>The applause is outstanding.
>You can see Raven in a huff.
>In her annoyance, she shoots at the goalie, getting an easy catch.
>The crowd sits in silence as Rainbow gets up to bat.
>Metaphorically, of course.
>Raven shoves her teams goalie out of the way, taking the place herself.
>Nobody even stops her.
>Rainbow takes a deep breath, before eyeing down Raven.
>She turns and scans the audience.
>Her eyes eventually find and settle on you.
>You ball your hand into a fist and pump it lightly.
>Though she's some distance away, you can see her smile.
>She steps back, and runs in for the kick.

>In the movies, she would have gotten the goal.
>But in reality, she was almost assuredly miss.
>Even professionals that train all their lives miss.
>Because life isn't a movie.
>It's not a game.
>Not a novel.
>You can't predict life.
>But that doesn't mean you can't do your damnedest to change it the way you want it.
>Rainbow did everything she could to be one of the people that tries that.
>In the movies, she would have gotten the goal.
>But this isn't a movie.
>It's reality.
>But that didn't stop Rainbow.
>She makes a perfect shot, and the ball flies towards the net.
>Now unfortunately for Rainbow, Raven is admittedly an expert soccer player.
>But fortunately, she's a shit goalie.
>Raven dives for the ball, and blocks it.
>With her face.
>A loud slapping noise is heard as the big white ball slams into her face.
>Innuendos be damned.
>The ball ricochets off her now-limp form and into the net.
>And the applauds is deafening.
>The noise didn't bother you though.
>Because you were one of the people participating in it.
>She runs across the field with her arms in the air, screaming in pure bliss.
>Her team follows, crowding around her and showering her with applause.
>”I gotta upload this to facebook.” Nerav says.

>She straps her purse around her shoulder and hands you a piece of paper.
>”Call me.” She smiles seductively before heading down the stands.
>You turn to the girls.
“Did you?”
>Pinkie holds up the shiny black phone, the password already cracked.
>You can't hold back your joy.
>You pump your fist high into the air, and laugh, mixing into the crowds cheers.
>Not long after, the crowd calms down.
>Everyone starts clearing out.
>You head over to Rainbow, the girls following suit.
>Her team had started the file out, and she was left to bask in the glow of the praise.
>Sheepishly, you wave at her.
“Hey Rainbow, feeling good?”
>”Yeah! We kicked their butt!”
>She punches and kicks the air in excitement.
>”Thanks for the support, it helped a lot.”
>Was she referring to your little fist pump earlier?
>Your mouth drops open slightly in surprise.
>”Of course, it was still mostly me.”
>There's the Rainbow you know.
>You rub her head roughly, messing up her matted rainbow hair even more.
“You're right, it was all you. You did amazing.”
>”It was incredible Rainbow!” Pinkie exclaims.
>”Some mighty fine shootin there, tex.” Applejack.
>Aha, she's so Texan.

>”It was pretty... cool.” Twilight doesn't cringe as hard that time.
>Progress!
>Rainbow rubs the back of her head.
>”Stop, you're going to make me blush...”
>...
>”Hey, why'd you stop?”
>You give a throaty chortle.
>And the rest of you all yuck it up.
>”Hey!”
>Walking up to you is Raven, a bloody nose and a hand covering her rapidly swelling black eye.
>Christ, Rainbow is one hell of a kicker.
>”Here to give me praise too, Elly?”
>Holy shit, her name is Elly?
>That's significantly less cool.
>”You don't understand what you just did. I'll ruin you!” She points to you.
“Yeah, it's a shame you got that picture of me on here...”
>You hold up her phone in plain view of her.
>”W-what? Give that back!”
“Sure.”
>You squeeze your hand tight.
>All the girls watch in awe as you crush the phone with your bare hand, and let it drop to the ground.
“You can have it.”
>While they look on with amazement, you shake your hand.
>Fuck, that burnt your hand.
>Work through the pain.
>At least you looked cool.

>”I-I'll get you for this.” She says quietly.
“No. You won't.”
>You hold up another phone, a picture of her posing with a dick.
“I transferred that picture to my phone, and edited it to this. This doesn't incriminate me at all. It does frame you, though.”
>She gasps.
“Stay away from them.”
>Nerva comes up, and you quickly hide your phone.
>”Mommy, this man has bad pictures of me on his phone.”
>You heart stops.
>You didn't even consider that.
>Nerva looks you up, and laughs.
>”She has an overactive imagination, you see.” Nerva says.
>”Wha-”
“I understand. I deal with kids a lot.”
>”You've got your hands full I see. Are they all yours?”
>You shake your head.
>”Even good with other peoples kids. You're getting more attractive by the minute.”
>Nerva runs a hand across your chin as she walks past you.
>She sways her hips as she walks.
>”Come on Elly, Mommy's tired.”
>Rave- Elly stares at you, jaw gaping.
>You unfurl the paper and show it to her.

“I'm one call away from becoming your new daddy.”
>She takes a step back.
“I like happy endings too.”
>She gulps.
“Run along, saggy boobs.”
>She runs past you to her mother, crying the whole way there.
>Your day isn't complete if you don't reduce at least one child to tears.
>The quota has been filled for today.
>You watch her as she runs off.
>You know this still isn't over.
>”S-so I was right? You didn't like Elly?”
>You nod.
>”A-and her mom was just for blackmail?
>Nodding again, she brightens up.
>”I knew it,” She hugs you, her head pressing against your stomach, “I'm so happy.”
>”Group hug!” Pinkie calls out, and everyone circles around you for a hug.
>You're about to die of adorableness if the stuffiness doesn't kill you first.
>Luckily, they break off.
>”The team wanted to go for pizza, but I wanted to celebrate with you, Anon.” Rainbow says.
“I'd be happy to go anywhere you want.”
>”Maybe just a cake?”
>That's a surprisingly small demand.
>Everyone else seems excited at the prospect, so you say you'll get a cake from a bakery.
>”Oh, oh! Let's go to Sugarcube corner.” Pinkie suggests eagerly.
“Alright, let's head out then.”
>”Great, it's a date!” Rainbow says, before nearly skipping off.
>You do a double take, and begin a question, but she's already out of earshot.
>This girl, you swear.

>Fast forward to later.
>Arriving at Sugercube corner, Pinkie squees with excitement.
>”I love this place! I wanna work here when I'm older!”
>Pinkie skips in front while the rest of you follow.
>You've been here a couple times before, and it hasn't changed since the last time you were there.
>The inside of the store was bright and colourful, designed to keep the brightest spirits alive.
>The owners were a reflection of this.
>Mr and Mrs. Cake.
>You feel with those names, they were destined to run a bakery.
>They're young and full of life, they own a successful business and everyone that visits here loves them.
>Pinkie especially.
>She chats it up with Mrs. Cake while you order a chocolate vanilla cake from Mr. Cake.
>Now that you think about it...
“Do you have a first name?”
>”Curious, huh? Not many people ask. Well, it's actually funny.”
“What is?”
>”My name.”
“Is what?”
>”Funny.”
“What's funny about it?”
>”Nothing, really.”
>You cock an eyebrow.
“You're mocking me, aren't you.”
>Now it's his turn to be confused.
>”I'm not sure what you mean.”

>Rainbow tugs at your pantleg, telling you she wants her cake now.
“Your name is funny.”
>”Why is his name funny, Anon? What's the joke?” Rainbow asks.
>He waves a hand dismissively.
>”It's nothing, really.”
“...Does that mean your name is actually nothing?”
>”Well that wouldn't be funny.” Mr. Cake says.
>”Why not?” Rainbow asks.
“Because nothing isn't funny?”
>”Why isn't nothing funny?” Pinkie jumps in out of nowhere and asks.
>”Because it's nothing.” Mr. Cake says.
“And nothing isn't his name. It's funny.”
>”But for what reason?” Twilight adds in.
“Because his parents named him that way?”
>”Funny?” Twilight says.
“Yes.”
>”His name is funny.” Twilight said, more of a statement than a question.
>”Oh man, I bet it's hilarious.” Pinkie says.
>”It's not hilarious,” Mr. Cake leans forward on the counter, “it's just funny.”
>”For the love of cupcakes Harold, stop teasing the poor man.” Mrs. Cake says.
>”Sorry, sorry, just having a little fun.”
>His name is Harold.
>Life is just full of surprises.
>Twilight is scribbling madly onto a notepad.
>”I've transcribed the entire conversation onto her, and through my deduction, his name is-”
“Harold.”
>She taps the eraser end to her mouth.
>”Not funny?”
>”No, it's kinda funny.” Pinkie says.
>”Like a middle name?” Rainbow asks.
“I'm pressing abort on this conversation.” You say bluntly.
>Thankfully, HAROLD cake arrives with your cake, and you carry it to a booth.

>”Okay, so in order for everyone to get an equal share, we must measure the diameter of the cake, then-” Twilight starts.
>You grab the knife and just start cutting out slices as even as you can.
>While handing out pieces, Twilight just looks on in confusion.
>”But...”
>You drape an arm around her back and over her shoulder.
“I feel I have the duty as a father to tell you that not everything needs to be exact in the world,” You gesture outwards with an outstretched arm, “It's a wonderfully chaotic world out there, and sometimes, you've got to embrace that.”
>”Ohoho, I -love- that philosophy.” Say a brownish coloured, well dressed man with aged gray hair from across the way.
>Everyone eats in happy silence, until a childish, albeit catchy tune comes in over the shop intercom.
>Pinkie starts grooving along to the song, and it doesn't take long until she's singing along with it.
>Applejack laughs, and starts thrusting her arms in and out to the beat.
>Twilight slaps on the table to the beat, using a fork and her hand for a varied tune.
>You even catch Rainbow bouncing her head and legs to the song, mouthing the words to it.
“Come on Dashie, you can sing if you want too.”
>She reels back at the nickname, her face flushing.
>”I-it's a kid song, why would I-”
>”You can leave your friends behind, cause they don't sing and if they don't sing, well they AIN'T no friends of mine, come on ~Dashie~.” Pinkie teases.
>She looks at the crowd of expecting faces, before gulping, and murmuring the words.
“Come on, louder!”
>To help encourage her along, you start lightly singing.

>This prompts Applejack, and even Twilight to sing along as well.
>Rainbow caves, and starts singing louder.
>Her voice is rough, but everyone is having too much fun to care.
>The rest of the customers in the store look on with amusement as the booth breaks out into song.
>You look over the table.
>Everyone has giant smiles on their faces.
>This is the sorta thing you have to do as a kid to appreciate later as an adult.
>As the song finishes, the booth laughs as some of the customers even clap.
>Though embarrassed, Rainbow still smiles along with everyone else, and you can tell she enjoyed it.
>You catch Rainbow staring at you again, but doesn't look away as you catch her this time.
>Her face reddens more and more as you share eye contact.
>Is she still concerned about what happened earlier?
>You give her a wink, trying to convey to her it's all okay.
>She plops back against the seat, groaning.
>Everyone looks on with concern.
“Are you okay?”
>”Y-Yeah, I think that 'fever' finally caught up with me.”
“Alright girls, I think it's time to head out.”
>You get the rest of the cake to go, and leave for the car.
>”Actually, I'll stay here for a little while longer. They pay me to do some extra work around the place.” Pinkie says.
>You say your goodbyes and head out towards the car.
>”Ah gotta go too, can you drive by my place?”
>You do so, and you all say your goodbye as Applejack jumps out and walks down the orchard pathway.

>And then there were two.
>Rainbow seemed to cool down, but you could still see a hint of something in her eye.
>Desire.
“What about you Rainbow? You gotta head home too?”
>”I can stay a little longer, if that's okay with Twi?”
>”Sure, we can talk about that newest Daring Do.”
>Rainbow lightly punches her arm.
>”I knew I could count on you, ya little egghead.
“Hard to call her an egghead when you read too.”
>”Psh, I only read cool books. She reads egghead books.”
>You chuckle as you pull into the driveway of your home.

>Rainbow drops her bag off in the foyer, and the two girls head upstairs.
>For a while, it's mostly quiet.
>You were browsing shit on your laptop in the living room when Rainbow walked in, back in her normal clothes.
>”Hey Anon, watcha doin'?”
“Uh. Adult stuff.”
>She turns your laptop and looks at your screen before you can switch your screen.
>”What are 'big anime tiddies?' ”
>You quickly slam the screen shut.
“Adult stuff!”
>”I'll just look it up later.”
>God has forsaken you.
>She plops down on the couch next to you.
>”Anyway, wanna do something?”
“What happened to the book thing?”
>”Twilight started reading this other book that was boring, and she didn't even notice when I got up.”
“And now you want me to entertain you?”
>”Yeah!”
>She didn't miss a beat.
“If you're bored, maybe it's time to go home.”
>”No! I want to stay longer.”
>You set aside the laptop and lean forward.
>Once she's had her mind set on something, she'll seek it out relentlessly until she has it.
>You don't bother trying to convince her.
“What do you want to do then?”

>”A game.”
>Not very specific.
“I have a couple board games-”
>”Nah, that's boring.”
“You could help me make a model-”
>”No.”
“Get some pencil crayons, and we could draw-”
>”Eh.”
“Well what do you want to do then?”
>”You decide.”
[spoiler]>Uuuuuuuuuungh[/spoiler]
“Video games?”
>She mulls it over.
>Intensely.
>”I guess it is a little bad outside to play sports, so sure.”
>You glance out the window.
>Those do look like storm clouds...
>Before you can say anything else, Rainbow is already off the couch and kneeling in front of your game selection.
>”Too slow, too slow, too slow,” Her finger traces over the game covers, but eventually stops on a racing game, “perfect!”
>Rainbow puts the disc in the system and starts digging through a drawer while it loads.
>She takes out two controllers.
“You like racing games?” You say as she hands one of them to you.
>”I like how fast they are.” Rainbow says, sitting down on the floor in front of the TV.
>She holds out the controller in front of her like a steering wheel, turning it and her whole body.
>”I can't wait until I get a car!”
“You don't want to join nascar, do you?
>”I was thinking something like jets instead.”
“Well I'm sure whatever you pick, you'll be good at it.”
>”Duh.”

>As you're selecting your cars to race, you get up and sit on the floor next to her, crossing your legs.
>She glances at you and turns slightly pink.
>”Couch too soft for you?”
“Just figured you'd like some company.”
>”Psh.” She waves a hand dismissively.
>But then scoots closer.
>It's subtle, but you still notice it.
>Finally, the race begins.
>Rainbow starts to mimic your sitting position and pose, stealing glances at you, seemingly more interested in you than the game.
>The two of you sit in silence for a while, the sounds from the TV being the only thing audible.
>She scoots closer.
“So what made you want to stay here?”
>She looks at you for a couple seconds curiously, before her eyes return to the screen.
>”I like being here.”
“Oh?”
>”Yeah. My mom's really weird.”
>You grunt affirmatively.
“When I talked to her she seemed really busy.”
>”Busy?”
“Yeah, it's why I drove you to the game. She couldn't do it.”
>”She doesn't work today. Mom never has anything going on Saturdays, it's why she's able to drive me in the first place.”
>What?
“Something probably came up, and it just happened to line up with you being here.”
>Still...
>What if...
>Out of nowhere, Rainbow changes the subject.
>”What do you have to do to make a boy like you?”
>You almost choke on air.
“Uh. Why do you ask?”
>”Why do you think?”
“Right, dumb question.”
>You scratch the back of your head in thought, and your car smashes into a wall in game.

“Well if you act like yourself and they don't like you, then it would never work out.”
>You pause.
“I think.”
>”Why?”
>Maybe that's too complicated for a girl her age to understand?
“Nevermind that. If you like a boy, the best thing to do is to be honest. Don't play games around him.”
>”Play games around him?”
“Make it as obvious that you like him as possible. Try to initiate it.”
>”Initiate?”
>Kids, always with the 20 questions.
“Do it first.”
>”What first?”
>You swear to fucking god...
“Listen. Just act like yourself. If the guy won't say he likes you, then make sure he knows you like him.”
>”So... be assertive?”
>She knows assertive, but not initiate?”
“Basically.”
>She pauses for another moment.
>”Do you think he'll like me?”
>Aw fuck.
>Something gets caught in your throat.
>You forgo attention to the game, and look at Rainbow.
>She stares back with expectant eyes.
“I, uh, I mean yeah.”
>”Why?”
>So many questions...
“Well you're,” her eyes widen in suspense, “young and c-cute, so...”
>”You think I'm cute.” It wasn't a question this time.
>Her face turns neutral as she processes that.
“Trust me, I'm sure if you tried, you could get anyone.”
>She seems to have only barely heard that, as her face had started to slowly redden more and more.
>Practically fuming, and the edges of her lips are quivering, holding back something.
>You can't tell if she's angry or happy.
“Rainbow?”
>You place an arm on her shoulder, and she lets out a gasp.
>She lets out a short scream in frustration and bolts out the door.
>You hear the thumping on the steps as she runs upstairs.
>Angry?
>Shit.

>The day passes with Rainbow avoiding you.
>A torrent of unrelenting rain soon poured down, trapping everyone inside the house.
>The radio called for everyone to stay inside.
>Miraculously, you still had power in the storm.
>The only time you were in the same room with Rainbow is after you made dinner, where she ate in silence and refused to make eye contact with you.
>Though she seemed more embarrassed than anything else.
>After the meal is done, Rainbow gives a short little thanks before scampering back to Twilight's room.
>”Did I miss something?” Twilight says.
“I called Rainbow cute.”
>”Oh. Are you okay? She punched the last person that called her cute.”
“She just ran off. Though I guess she wouldn't punch an adult.”
>”The person that called her cute was a teacher.”
>Oh.
>Well.
“Maybe I'm more fit than-”
>”The phys-ed teacher. And he's really big.”
“Please stop disproving all my theories.”
>”But they're all just so flawed.” She explains.
“How about, she would have punched me, but she didn't want to?”
>”What evidence do you have to support that?”
>Well...
“I need to think some things over.”
>”The first step towards the correct answer is thought!” Twilight proudly proclaims, before heading back to her room.
>She was right.
>So you thought.
>And you kept on thinking until night fully arrived.
>Rainbow was sleeping with Twilight in her room.
>You lay on your side in your bed.
>You couldn't sleep.
>The storm rages on outside, the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the room for an instant.
>It was somewhat comforting, the barrage of rain pelting your window helped drown out the thoughts plaguing your mind.

>Still, the escape of dreamland eluded you.
>Just as you were about to accept your insomnia, you heard you door creak open.
>Your drowsiness made you wonder what did it, but didn't put enough effort in to actually check.
>After a couple seconds you turn around, and see Rainbow standing in the doorway.
>Wearing yellow bunny pajamas and clutching a pillow tight.
>Though this time she doesn't appear to be wearing pants...
>”Hey, can I sleep with you?”
>You see her wince as another flash lights her up.
“Rainbow? Why?”
>”I-I don't like lightning very much.”
“Are you... scared?”
>”No! It's just-”
>Another boom, and she jumps in place.
>”M-Maybe. Please just let me sleep in here with you.”
>Somewhat reluctantly, you let her do so.
>She gently lifts and slides under the soft covers, laying right next to you.
>You get the message, and drape an arm over her.
>She becomes the little spoon.
>And then you remember something.
>You're only wearing boxers.
>Shit.
>You lay in silence for a spell, the occasional bolt of lightning now doing little to affect her.
“Are you okay?”
>”I'm fine.”
>Another moment passes.
“I'm sorry for calling you cute earlier.”
>You feel her tighten up in your grasp.
>Rainbow takes a deep breath, and shuffles around in your arms.
>She now faces you, her cheek rubbing against your bare chest.
>”Don't be. I wasn't angry.”
>What.
>”Can you say it again?”
“Say what?”
>”You know.”
>Uh.
“Cute?”
>She tightens up again.
“You are cute.”
>She murmurs slightly, her legs started to rub up against yours.
>You wrap a second arm around her and press her even closer against you.

>In your near drunken state of drowsiness, reasoning starts to elude you again.
>You shouldn't be hugging this half-naked barely pre-teen girl close while you yourself are basically naked.
>But you are.
>And your heart is racing wildly.
>Rainbow coo's as you run your fingers through her hair, grateful at the loving touch.
>And even more grateful when your hand cups one of her firm cheeks.
>She gasps, trying to press into you even more.
>Both hands travel down, and you bury your face in her soft hair, taking a deep sniff.
>Like sweat and generic soap.
>It's not the most pleasant scent, but it's still her scent.
>Rainbow melts at your exploratory touching, her smooth skin almost molding at your touch.
>You massage the inside of her thigh as the other rubs a middle finger in a line over her panties, teasing both holes.
>Your erection presses against the confines of your boxers painfully so, and begs for release and action.
>Now last time you were erect in a bed with Rainbow, it was around here when your reasoning returned to you and you stopped.
>But unlike last time, Rainbow is awake, and returns the loving caress.
>Breathing heavily, she moans lightly at your touch.
>The heat between the two of your is intense, and sweat forms fast.
>Rainbows hand explores your chest, rubbing up against your abs and muscles.
>”So hooooot...” She moans.
>Her tongue hangs out lazily, giving a light tickling sensation as she licks the sweat from your chest.
>You shudder as she licks over your nipple.
>It's a weird feeling, but not unpleasant either.
>Your legs interlock and rub against each other, and you can feel the muscles in her legs.
>Your hands travel back up and hold her tight against you.
>While you enjoy the feeling of your bulge pressed against the forming wet spot on her panties, the two of you have a moment to catch your breaths.
>One last moment to stop this act, and it's right now.
>One simple question.

”Rainbow. Do you really want this?”
>She doesn't miss a beat.
>”Yes, please, I need it. I want you.”
>Primal lust overtakes you, and you realize that now you can't go back.
>You've been alone for so long.
>Disregarding any consequences.
>You need her now.
>You're going to fuck this tiny, tight, submissive little girl that's putty in your arms.
>And you're going to make sure she loves it.
>You flip over onto your back, bringing her with you.
>With her small body dwarfed by yours, she's able to lay completely on you.
>You scoot her up closer to you, and with one hand on her back, and the other on the back of her head, you pull her in for a kiss.
>The first one is nice, gentle, quick.
>Your lips press together for a couple seconds while Rainbow's whole body shudders in excitement.
>You can tell she wanted this more than anything.
>Pulling back, you look her in the eyes.
>Even in the darkness of the room, you can still see her eyes half-lidded and filled with lust.
>While are little girls just so god damn cute?
>Another kiss, this one with more dominance behind in.
>Lips mashing, the sound of smacking mixes with the sound of the rain.
>But you want to go even further.
>Your tongue presses against her lips and slides in, invading her mouth.
>Her little tongue tries to fight back, but you easily overpower it.
>Instead, she happily lets you explore her mouth while she hugs onto you tightly.
>Pulling back for a quick breath, a little strand of saliva connects the two of you before you go right back in.
>Thinking about it, you taste tonight's dinner. And a distinct sweetness that you're sure only she can offer.
>She moans into your mouth, and you send your tongue even deeper into her mouth.
>After minutes of sloppy kissing, you finally pull away.
>She yelps as you flip her over onto her back, pinning her down.
>Rainbow looks so small under you.

>She squirms as you kiss her neck, your hands working on unbuttoning her pajama top.
>You nearly rip it as you finally throw it to the side.
>She gasps as you kiss down her chest, flicking her tiny pink nub with your tongue.
>Her face is red hot at the touch, some saliva pouring out her mouth.
“Do you wear a bra at all?”
>”No, I d-don't need too.”
“You should. You're so sensitive here.” You say as you rub one of her nipples.
>She lets out a warm gasp as you nibble on one of her nubs.
>”I-I feel so hot down there.” She manages to get out.
>Obliging her desire, you trail your hands down her sides, past her waist.
>Her toned, yet small childish legs are completely bare and free for your eyes to ogle, just looking at them driving you wild.
>But you don't stare for too long.
>It's difficult to hold back as you look her over.
>You just want to tear those wetting panties off and go to town.
>But not yet.
>She giggles at the tickling sensation as you lick her sweaty thighs.
>Your fingers lightly traces over the muscles.
>”I should have made you do this earlier. You can serve me.”
>You grumble as you lick down further.
>”If you're lucky, I'll let you-”
>She lets out a sharp gasp and moan as your hands reach her foot.
>You massage her cold foot, her toes curling.
>”N-Nono! Pl-AH!- Please don't touch my fe-FUCK-feet!”
>Guess you found a sensitive area.
>She tries to squirm away, but your assault has rendered her near completely limp.
>Her body tries to curl up defensively, but your grip on her holds strong.

“Good little girls don't swear.”
>”I'm soRRY!” Her voice raises as you press down on a particularly sensitive spot.
“Are you going to be good?”
>”Yes!YESYESYES PLEASE JUST STOP!”
>You finally comply, confident she won't try anything else, lest you touch her feet again.
>Lost in her daze, you take off her panties without her even noticing.
>You spread her legs slightly, giving you a decent view of her privates.
>She gasps and puts a hand to her mouth as you trace a finger over her slit.
>Your finger gets wet from her juices, and you make sure to lube it up properly.
>”Mhmm!”
>She bites down on her lip as you slide your middle finger in.
>Her moan is cut off as you lean over and kiss her.
>After a little more tongue play, you pull back and enjoy the view of her lust-ridden face.
“My finger went in really easy. Have you done this before?”
>”Mhm.”
“Naughty girl.”
>She lets cute little moans as your finger slowly slides in and out.
>Your index finger rubs up against her pleasure button, before sliding in as well.
>Rainbow jerks, then one of her hands comes up and bats you in the side of the head, making your fingers leave her warm tunnel.
>”You jerk! That hurt!”
>You rub the side of your head and sit up.
“I thought you said you've done this before.”
>”N-nothing more than a finger.”
“Too much then? Alright, I'll be more gentle. We'll work up to it.”
>You scoot back and bend in to reach her folds.
>Your hot breath flowing over her girlhood makes her shiver in anticipation.
>”Wh-what are you doing?”
“About to give you oral.”
>”I-I thought only guys could get bl-blowjobs.” She says that last word quietly.
>You laugh lightly.
“It's not a blowjob. It's called cunnilingus.”
>”Cunning linguistic?”
“Close enough.”

>Her next words are cut off with a gasp as you give a slow, testing lick up her slit, flicking at her love button.
>Her hips instinctively jerk forward.
>You swirl her juices around in your mouth, trying to get a taste for it.
>It's musky, but sweet.
>It's good.
>Really good.
>The scent and taste is overpowering.
>Like an wild and hungry animal, your hands slide under her thighs and pull her close to you as you dig into your meal.
>You lick aggressively, kissing at her folds and drinking the sweet nectar that comes out.
>She writhes at the assault, clutching at the bedcovers.
>”Fuckfuckfu- Slow down! Too much! AH!”
>Her words fall on deaf ears as you continue to tongue fuck her hole.
>She's yours now.
>Your tongue continues to slide around her folds, picking up her juices and savoring them greedily.
>Your slick muscle then wriggles deep into her, rubbing up against the slick, tasty walls and covering them with a layer of saliva.
>Her enjoyment is apparent as her hole is tight around your tongue, trying to grip around it and pull it deeper.
>Your tongue wriggles as deep as it can go, caressing the walls of her girlhood.
>Running your tongue over a special spot sends sends electricity and pleasure coursing all through her, her hips starting to buck at the feeling.
>”A! Yesyesyes! Ohmigod, MORE!”
>Her tongue lolls out of her mouth as the pleasure clouds her mind, the sensations proving too much for her.
>Suddenly, her legs wrap around your head, her thighs pressing tight against your cheek, holding you in place.
>”Ah, ah, something's coMING!” She screams out as her juices flow out through her honey dripping flower, past your tongue in into your mouth.
>So much comes out it overflows your mouth, dripping past your cheeks and onto her crotch, soaking her as well as the sheets.
>The intense orgasm rocks her body, as she gives one final buck of the hips before falling limp, letting your head go.

>You lean back, wiping your face off with your hand and licking the juices.
>Looking down at her sopping wet pussy, you find it difficult to hold back any more.
>You're so hard right now you're afraid you might actually tear through the boxer fabric
>Rainbow, in her post-orgasm daze, looks up to see you pulling the bands of your boxers down.
>”W-Wait!”
>You stop and look at her curiously.
>In a great feat of willpower and strength, she manages to sit up, and you follow along as she guides you into a sitting position on the bed.
>”I'm too sensitive right now, just wait a little bit longer.”
>She lays down between your outstretched legs, your erection painfully straining against the confines of its prison right in front of her face.
>”I-I guess I can help out a little bit, only because you did it to me.”
>She tries to hide her excitement through a bored expression, but you're too happy to play along.
“Go on then. Help me out.”
>Something gets caught in her throat as you give her the go, and she tentatively places a hand over the quivering bulge.
>It twitches at she touches it, causing her to draw her hand back in surprise.
>She takes a deep breath, then places her hand back on it.
>Her hand rubs your gently through the fabric, and pre starts coming out, staining the boxers.
“Fuck,” You moan, “just let it out already.”
>”I-I guess I'm in charge no- eep!”
>She draws back in surprise as you release the beast from it's prison yourself, using the little hole that's always in them.
>Guess they do have a use after all.
>It stands rock hard, towering over her menacingly.
>Rainbow stares at it in awe.
>She catches you smiling smugly, and says, “Is that all?”
“If you're so confident, how about we go ahead and stick it in your-”
>”Nono! I'll be good!”
>She gulps.

>”I've never seen on in real life before.”
>She barely wraps her small, soft hand around it, making it twitch again.
>”It's so big...” Her voice trials off.
>Despite her apparent nervousness, she still stares at your erection with lust filled eyes.
>Her fingers treat your member well, stroking it slowly.
>”Am I doing this right?” She acts innocently.
“Use two hands.”
>”T-Two hands?”
>She wraps her second hand around, and begins gently stroking you cock.
>Starting from the base, slowly up to the top with a little twist, she pumps your cock.
>Rainbow looks for your how you react with facial expressions and moans to know if she's doing it right.
>She rubs over the veins on your member with every stroke, seemingly wanting to pay special attention to that.
>Precum starts flowing out, and she uses that to lube up your cock, picking up speed.
>She switches back to one hand.
>Slapping noises are made as she furiously jerks you off, making sure not to squeeze too hard.
>You don't want to cum here, so you stop her.
“How about giving it a lick?”
>”What? But I don't...”
>She places a finger to her lip as she eyes your cock greedily.
“Please? Just one lick and nothing else?”
>”S-since you're just begging for it...”
>Her little tongue sticks out as she leans forward.
>Quickly, she slides her tongue up your length so fast you barely even noticed it.
>And just as quickly, she revolts back in disgust.
>”Bleh! Blah! Ugh!” She wipes her tongue with her hands, trying to get the taste off.
>You laugh a little at the spectacle.

>”Why is it so bleh?” She asks.
“It might be a little bitter because of the pre, but was it that bad?”
>”I didn't like it.”
“Well, I guess I'll just make sure to eat more pineapple for next time.”
>She blushes profusely.
>”Next time?” she says quietly.
>You just smile in response.
“I think we're ready.”
>”Huh?”
>You flip over again, leaning over her.
>You've already taken off your boxers, leaving both of you stark naked.
>Rainbow doesn't object as you spread her legs as wide as they can go, and her flexible, athletic form allows her to basically be doing the splits.
>You grind your cock against her, lubing it up with her juices.
>She moans lightly as you tease her.
>Finally, you position yourself at her entrance.
“Can I go in?”
>”I-I don't know, it'll really hurt.”
>You huff, but you know what you need to do.
“Can the great, powerful and cute Rainbow Dash really not handle it?”
>”I...”
“Your blushing face is so cute right now.”
>”Do you really think I'm... cute?”
“Yes! You're really cute! Awesomely cute! Cuter than most other girls.”
>That special word swirls around in her mind.
>”Go ahead.” She whispers.
>You tip presses against her slit, making her squirm a little.

>Once you apply a little pressure, it slides in.
>She grunts in pain as her folds devour your tip, and it already seems like it's too much for her.
“Are you okay? Does it hurt bad?”
>”I-I'm fine...”
“We can stop if it's too-”
>”I said I'm fine!”
>She silences you effectively, and blushes as you look at her with concern.
>”I want you.”
>That's all you needed to hear.
>She grits her teeth as you slide in further.
>”Aaah! She didn't say it'd hurt this bad.”
>You're going to have to question that one later.
>Right now, you're just focusing on the pressure that her warm, slick love-tunnel is offering you.
>You're halfway in, and you stop for a little breather.
“Still good?”
>”Mhm.”
“You're doing amazing. You're incredible.”
>Just like magic, it becomes a little easier to push further in.
>You lean over her, your face right in front of hers.
>You coo to her, telling her how amazing she is, and you can tell it's working.
>”It's filling me up.”
“Just a little more. It's going to feel really good soon.”
>With a quick little jolt forwards, you hilt inside inside her.
>”Fuck! That hurt!”
>She goes to hit you again, but you catch it.
>And pull her into a kiss at the same time.
>Her eyes widen, but eventually her balled fist turns limp and she kisses you back.

>You let it sit inside her for a bit while you swap spit.
>Feeling she's adjusted enough, you break the kiss and start pumping.
>Slowly at first, getting her used to the feeling of emptiness and fullness.
>She lets out a cute girly moan every time you pump in, and a little whine every time you pull out.
“You're so amazing. You're making me feel so good.”
>She smiles a little, before letting out another gasp of pleasure.
“I'm going to go a little faster, alright?”
>”Alright...”
>With her okay, you start to pick up speed.
>It's still a below average pace, you don't want to tear her apart.
>Still, she's really feeling it.
>Spit trials out of her mouth, and her eyes roll back.
>Her toes are curled, trying to hold on.
>You smile down on her, and she looks back.
>She bites her lip, before quickly and quietly saying, “I love you.”
>Her eyes widen as she realized what she just said, putting her hands over her mouth.
“Haha, what was that?”
>”Mhmmhm!” She says muffled through her hands as you try and pull them away.
>It doesn't take much effort, and you hold her hands down to the sides.
“Can you say that again?”
>”N-no, I didn't mean it!”
>You put your head next to hers and whisper to her.
“I love you too.”
>Her heart stops momentarily as she lets out a gasp.
>She quickly tears up, but out of happiness, not sorrow.
>”I-I love you so much!” She says as you thrust into her again, more force this time.
“You're so cute,” She tightens up, “Rainbow.” she tightens up even more.
>Your hands go from grabbing her wrists to interlocking with hers, holding her hands.
>The two of you are in perfect harmony and bliss.

>Every time you whisper her name, she coo's in joy.
>”I'm so happy, please don't stop!”
>Her tough, tomboyish facade has completely faded, and she's putty in your hands.
>You're doing quick thrusts now, a resounding slap is heard every time your hips meet.
>She groans and gasps, her pussy rippling around and squeezing your member.
>Hearing her moans of approval spurs you on, and soon enough you're drilling it her, rocking her entire body with pleasure.
>”Yes! Take charge! Fuck me!”
>As much as you'd like this to go on, you feel the end coming.
>No pun intended.
>”Pl-please kiss me agai-”
>She's silenced as your lips meet once again, mashing together with mad lust.
>Your thrusts gets more laboured as your orgasm builds, and unleashes.
>Rainbow wraps her legs around you and gives a muffled “I love you!” through her lips as she cums as well.
>Load after load of your liquid love shoots into her, and her own juices rush against it.
>Your cum and hers fill all the tiny amount of room available, and afraid she might get overloaded, you pull out.
>The mixed cum glops out onto the sheets, the sheer amount of it clear that both of you were pent up.
>Your cock softens as you lay in each others embrace, your weight pressing Rainbow down into the bed as the two of you breath heavily.
>”I love you Anon.” She whispers.
“I love you too.”
>It's not long, from being in your caring embrace, that she falls into a deep sleep.
>Unfortunately, you don't get that ease.
>You have to get up and change the sheets, clean the two of you up a bit.

>But it's just that much sweeter once you're done, and you get to snuggle up to the happy, near comatose Rainbow Dash.
>Hugging her close like a childhood teddy bear, you fall asleep.
>The sweetness of the situation doesn't last.
>Once you wake up, your mind gets clarity, and you realize what you've done.
>You pull away from her and sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing your forehead in frustration.
“Oh man, what do I do?”
>You just sexed a minor.
>You can't go to prison, who will look after Twilight?
>”Anon?” Someone says drowsily.
“Rainbow?”
>She sits up lazily.
>”I'm really sore.”
“Rainbow, you have to listen to me, you can't tell anyone that we did this.”
>”Pssh. Yeah, I know. I'm not dumb.”
“I'm not sure you understand, it's really important.”
>”Anon, I know all about sex and miners and stuff.”
>For some reason you're pretty sure she said 'miners' and not 'minors'
>Guess you've been eating your carrots.
>”I don't want to lose you, so I won't tell anyone.”
“I-I guess that's okay than-”
>”But that also means you can't leave me, okay?”
>You're not sure if she means to blackmail you, but you'd rather not find out.
“Okay. Friends with... benefits?”
>”Boyfriend!”
“Uh. Not in public.”
>”Fine.”
>She hugs you, and pulls you back into bed with her.
>You lay on your back while she snuggles into your chest happily.
>You can't help but stare up at the ceiling.
>What...
>What happens now?