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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />&#160;Prompt<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A-Anon? Can I talk to you? Its really important...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's about my grades... If I can't raise my mark high enough to pass this semester, m-my parents won't let me help out at the animal shelter.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wipes away a tear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Please Anon? I-I mean, if you're able to, of course...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Twilight is already busy with her own studies, and since you're the second highest marked in class...&quot;</span><br />--------<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stood there, giving extra effort to pick up the soft words she had spoken in this bustling hallway.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It hadn't been this busy this year but the upcoming prom was arriving and everyone was trying to find a great suitor. Some sent flowers and chocolate as a fancy invitation to his or her life, some just passed clandestine notes and others just announcing their desperate love to them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But what Fluttershy wanted then was your help in her studies and assisting the animal shelter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You inhaled a deep breath and tried to muster, with all your courage, a 'No'.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sure, even if you wished to be her tutor, you would give all your dedication and power to help her but you had a tight schedule. You have to buy colognes and a suit, get some exercise, make a checklist about what was necessary for the prom etc.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But just looking at Fluttershy's innocence... Made you appear like a douchebag to not try to squeeze in Fluttershy in this tight schedule...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;Alright. If you want to start studying, we could go to the Library.&quot; A crisp tone alerted her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smiled with radiating warmth from it, and she appreciated it so much. She wiped her tears away with her yellow sleeves and returned you a gleam only a pure-hearted person could smile.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her tiny, almost impossible to notice, twitches from her shoulders and arms were trying to compress the happiness and excitement within her, as if she could just sprung up from her stiff posture and smother you with kisses and hugs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But then again, it was a busy hall. It was filled with many students. It was not allowing any bit of privacy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tilted your head for a very brief moment, signalling Fluttershy to follow you. She obliged with the indication and wrapped her arms around your left arm, dressed by a fine, slick sleeve of its white collar T-shirt, humming a light tune.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her chest, her warm and soft chest, kept bumping your arm and the more it did, the more you started to pitch a tent even if it was against your will. You gave an uneasy shoulder shrug just to make space.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gave a giggle before apologizing in a light mood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was kind of funny, you two pretending to be lovers even though it was a mere friendship and evolving to a Student and Teacher style.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A nervous giggle croaked out of your throat and tried to calm your emotions down.</span><br />&quot;Is it weird, that I asked for you to help me a bit? It's okay if you don't want to...&quot; Her voice slowly faded back shyly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shook your head.</span><br />&quot;It is my pleasure. Don't worry, I will make sure you can excel.&quot; That sentence made Fluttershy a bit more assured and at ease. Surely, she could trust you even mo-<br />&quot;Well, look what we got here? Fluttershy, what are you doing with Anon?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was Rainbow Dash in her gym clothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sweat spots were imminent on her sweatshirt and the smell was, although covered by the sweet, yet sticky, refreshing energizing drink she dunked onto herself, a bit foul.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What surprised you even more was her sudden appearance here.</span><br />&quot;Hi, Fluttershy. Mind telling why are you hanging out with him?&quot; Her dominating posture was scaring her. Your chest protruded with courage, chin up, and you went ahead to tell her that you were her tutor.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She gave a cheeky snicker.</span><br />&quot;Why bother about studies when the prom is coming up? Party all night, drink up some alcohol, get wasted, fuck some dudes! C'mon Fluttershy, have some fun!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy was now using your body as a barrier between you and Rainbow and with all the courage she mustered, she began to unravel her reasons. She even hugged you from behind just to calm herself down whilst explaining, as if you were her big, fluffy teddy bear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow wasn't pleased with what she heard but just gave a sharp 'Tsk' before jogging back to the gym, shoving people away in the hallway to make a pathway for her.</span><br />&quot;Fine, but as a trade, you might miss out the crux, the spotlight, of your life. See ya around.&quot; She then left.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You released a brief sigh of relief. Any longer and you would have passed out by her 'musky' smell.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A check on Fluttershy gave out a sad outcome; her head hung from her neck, eyes drooping down halfway, audible and rough pants and tears being watery. You pivoted around and grasped her shoulders tenaciously but gently with a stern look to her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tensed up a bit, somewhat startled by your looks.</span><br />&quot;Don't mind her opinions. You're doing the right thing. Shall we go?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She caught your message immediately and that shy smile you love appeared again.</span><br />&quot;Yes, let's go.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smiled back at her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By some chances, you had seen those eyes shining out some passion and gratitude.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It didn't matter anyway. Your friendship was merely platonic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You laid hands on the wooden, finely-polished door's golden, and yes, it was just coated with gold, door handle and once you pushed it, a world of books that were stacked in those stalking, high wooden shelves, with electronic candles perching on the columns that gave company and illumination to those whom they camped in the library's premises after hours with books piled on themselves as entertainment, was introduced to both of you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The library was itself a marvel that was awed upon by students who entered for the first time. Thick, translucent and glorious glass panels above portrayed various images about people, animals and, you have guessed it, books. The colors did not radiate down upon the students though and the Sun was just peering from the other side, with air-conditioning provided.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As a typical school library, there were students murmuring softly to each other, others were making out with no discretion and even if they did, they were doing a bad job of it, and others just reading a book to pass the time.</span><br />&quot;Ladies first and please, choose any seat you would like.&quot; A gentleman gesture was too fancy for your taste but you had to treat Fluttershy like a mistress that needed help. She bowed her head in embarrassment and rolled her eyes to not see you, so she won't blush any further.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;After awhile, she nudged and you followed her into the library.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even though you did not fancy on the idea of going to the library, it won't hurt if you take a look at it again. Just students, books and...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;... And Twilight with books by her side, piled up higher than her if she stood up, as if it was her castle and those books were her royal knights.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gave a grin just looking at her before drawing your attention back to Fluttershy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hair was flowing down her hair, silky and graceful like a stream of freshwater, with her hair, with her hazelnut, big eyes and those curvy lips that tasted like purity. You were not much of a person to note about appearance but damn, she was stunning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was a sin to host lust only in your heart, but It was also one to not notice her before. You must be a lucky man for being her tutor, someone whom she trusted, someone whom she admired, someone...</span><br />&quot;Anon? Anon, you there?&quot; Her voice rang in your trance and you snapped back to reality as she looked at you, rooted on the floor when she had chosen a seat. Her eyes raised up whilst staring at you slowly shocking yourself back from subconsciousness.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turned your head around to spot any audience in the facility who watched the drifting fool. Luckily, only Fluttershy was amused and she gave a soft chuckle before extending her hand towards the chair beside her.</span><br />&quot;S-Sorry...&quot; You blushed a bit. &quot;I was thinking of something else. Let's get to it, shall we?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy nodded.</span><br />&quot;I'm kinda weak in these equations... And here, where I...&quot;<br />=======<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Progress with Fluttershy was a rollercoaster, with its jolly and smooth ups and stressful downs. Still, it was clear she needed way more practice than you have considered. Time flew as the rollercoaster soared in its tracks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As the Sun crawled back to the horizon in a leisurely pace, with the final rays of magenta-color beams �piercing the skies above, you figured out that the time you had with Fluttershy, either effective or wasteful, although time you enjoyed wasting was not wasted time, was almost finished.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pulled out your phone. It read 6.05pm.</span><br />&quot;Fluttershy, when did you have to return home?&quot; Her concentration broke away from hitting the books strenuously to your slightly drained face. Her eyes were twitching a bit and thus she shut it tight.<br />&quot;What time is it?&quot;<br />&quot;<span class="nu0">6</span> o' clock.&quot;<br />&quot;Eep!&quot; Her quiet shriek alarmed you a brief. &quot;I had to be home by <span class="nu0">5</span>.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hands scrambled upon the papers filled with crosses and lines and shoved them into her backpack loads by loads. Your assistance of stacking and organizing the papers neatly was not really necessary, since her entire backpack was similar to a paper bin. It was thoughtful of you, though.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She flung her backpack behind and sprinted out the doors to Twilight's Sanctuary, with the words &quot;I'm late&quot; and &quot;Too careless&quot; in a cycle in her head.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You followed suit hastily without returning the chairs to their rightful places rudely. Luckily, Twilight seen the sudden commotion and as a kind gesture did you two a favor.</span><br />&quot;Wait! Fluttershy!&quot; Words tried to find its footing on your mouth as your lungs were exhausting its air for you to chase her. Every step in the deserted hallways reverberated and bounced from the walls and lockers. &quot;Give... Me a... Break...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Damn, you thought, she was fast.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She finally took a pause outside school and stared at the dark skies. You caught up with her, panting heavily like a dog.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But whilst inhaling sweet air, you heard tiny water droplets popping on the floor from slow and light taps on the floor to raining cats and dogs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her face was masked with overwrought when she saw silvery steams of water falling down on earth and you knew why. You instinctively unbuttoned your jacket and wrapped her in it, with every exposed upper body parts blanketed. She looked at you, then smiled gratefully towards you.</span><br />&quot;Thank you.&quot;<br />&quot;My privilege. Let's call you a cab.&quot; You rang up a cab which came quite quickly for one to be caught in a downpour and as the headlights indicated its arrival, you ran towards the door and let Fluttershy in first, before you came afterwards.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both of you giggled heartily on this evening as her head rested on your shoulder, getting cozy with you. You extended your hand around her back and told the driver to depart to Fluttershy's place.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;For now, a swap in lives sounds refreshing, would it? I mean, Anon can't be the main star everytime. A change of perspective and characters...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After her arrival home from the cab which Anon will be paying the fare, Fluttershy received a little reprimand from her Mother. It was not that much of a harsh scolding or punishment, just a typical slap on the wrist. No one could be too furious over the poor, innocent darling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, no one except her father.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Always talking about business, always caring about the money, Fluttershy thought, and her daily basis of judging, in a biased taste, and disliking her own father was not uncommon, never really cared about animals. Never really cared about anyone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her mother swallowed the bitter pill of knowledge about Fluttershy's father. Although there were times he became unreasonable, and possibly brutally barbaric, towards Fluttershy, with the bruises, cuts and burns he caused, she had no say in this. No say in anything.</span><br />&quot;Good thing your Father was oveseas.&quot; Fluttershy nodded to that remark and gave a soft grin. &quot;I'm sorry, darling, that I can't stand up for him. Take a nice bathe and get some sleep. Good night.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy agreed and proceeded, without another word, to her bubbly bathe that waited for her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She giggled childishly when she saw the foamy bubbles crackling and popping in unison as she closed the door behind her and stripped herself down.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her soaked jeans, wet jacket (you forgot to gave it to Anon), your bra and your cotton, soft yet drenched panties were thrown into the laundry basket. The sight of her in the mirror still startled the young teenager.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Was this the girl that was scarred by cuts, burns and bruises? Where were those scabs and scars on that soft and delicate skin that sparkled brightly and clear? How was it possible that every inch of her revealed sexiness all over?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her nipples hardened by these 'dirty' thoughts and an urge to tease her own lovely rose to some levels of ecstasy arrived. How she would play with herself...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She discarded those questions, and impure thoughts, as the fragrant aroma wafted into her nostrils and signaled her brain and dipped herself into the warm, bubbly bathe.</span><br />&quot;Mistress? Mistress.&quot; A voice outside her royal bathroom door came. &quot;I have forgotten to prepare a towel in the room. I'm sorry.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy gave a calmed and relaxed answer.</span><br />&quot;It's okay, come in and leave it at the sink.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her head submerged halfway and blew out some air, with some bubbles flowing in the stream of air into the air, twirling and dancing together.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The white Moon shone down upon Fluttershy's home gently with light blue beams piercing through the delicate yet professionally crafted windows that Fluttershy peered through with a warm cup of cocoa.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While the rain persisted, it toned down a bit and she could see those bushes, shrubs and pine trees that were trimmed well in her garden with a pool in the middle of the garden paradise, with the tiny droplets on the leaves collecting themselves to form bigger droplets to glistered brightly for Fluttershy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The air inside her room would not have been as crisp as the outside atmosphere would be. She didn't bother opening the panels as her state of mind was way too relaxed for her to strain out a muscle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She laid on her bed with a silk and soft night-robe with her all nude inside, with no bra or panties, with the air flowing freely in her, and although her purple night-robe was transparent, she could not have cared more. The flowing air tickled her parts.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She retrieved her diary and jotted down some moments from this day. Every word, every sentence in cursive, added and stacked her joy gradually and it was one of those rare entries she would fill in that was not either depressive thoughts, rants or verboten information. It was a jewel in the rough.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Tomorrow, she told herself, I will see him again.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Let's digress and move on to the next day, shall we, Anon?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hallways were constantly swarmed with students before and after classes, with more people being desperate for a partner to dance with, and possibly degenerated enough to hunt for a fuck buddy, RD noted. Even the musky smell of lust and perfume was imminent and it was overwhelming you, even a mask couldn't filter it out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity's demeanor, with the strongest mixture of lust and fragrance tainted on her, was outstanding from the crowd as groups of males, angular or muscular, slim or plump, begged on their knees, willing to sacrifice their pride to win her heart. She flinched her chin high and proud to control her awing crowd in line and just by a flick of her finger, a command was given to make way for her to stride.</span><br />&quot;C'mon, my sweet darlings, I don't have the whole day to hear your pleas,&quot; she gave a snicker with arrogance clear and apparent, &quot;I have to think about them! Do you think you can become my next suitor if I can't see your worth in thy words?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The batch of lovers cheered in unison joyfully and Rarity laughed triumphantly at their foolishness. The scene just forced out a smile from you as you rummaged through your untidy locker for some candy that was your guilty pleasure. A man has to be sweet in the inside, you know.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spotted Fluttershy by the far end of her Majesty's hallway and she herself was amazed by the hallway being split like the Red Sea with Rarity as the great messenger. Kinda. It wasn't here only who were speculating on this though, as Teachers from a good coffee break saw this comic relief. They didn't intervene as they simply were blissful to it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A raise of your hand attracted her attention and she started diving into the sea to reach you but little did you know that it wasn't only her attention you caught on board. As the wall of people before you were divided wide open by crazed male students, Rarity slowly approached you. The students zipped their mouths and silence began to drift into the atmosphere and you could hear a pin drop in this kind of silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her heels tapped on the floor by every step, click by click, with her pure white overcoat and white skirt being bold and clear from any creases and that cleavage that was intended to be a bit revealing, it will take much chastity to not lust on her 'Ja Ne Sais Quoi' Beauty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To anyone who wanted to know how to keep check of your chastity, here's some memorable adage Anon created way back: who needs sex when you got yourself your computer, Google and tissue paper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her intentions were clear here as you could see it from her eyes and those rosy-red lipstick and that luxuriously fancy make up. You were not convinced enough to fall into her palpable trap.</span><br />&quot;Rarity...&quot; You sighed while the audience watched you trying to pick your words carefully so as to not provoke her 'fanclub'. &quot;... I'm not dumb enough to fall for you. Sure, you have made every man love you from head to toe but you ain't making me become a stray sheep.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Men were trading glances and women were wondering why were you stubborn. Fluttershy was watching, waiting for you to get her, and Rarity was simply smiling.</span><br />&quot;Why would I underestimate you, my sweet darling Anon? I mean,&quot; Her hand caressed your cheeks with a gentle style of stroking your face whilst twisting her words cunningly, &quot;you are gifted with such abilities, which earned you the second highest mark...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your patience was treading on a thin line right now as you were clearly showing a dearth of interest in her and yet, she was persisting, no, pestering you with her cat calls.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You craned your neck to get a sight on Fluttershy, with your eyes blazing through the mass audience in the hallway but to no avail as finding her in this was like finding a needle in a haystack. The number was exponential.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity locked her wrists to stop your head and cripple any movement with those soft hands.</span><br />&quot;It seems like you're getting impatient on finding a lovely partner for the prom, Anon. Do not worry, darling, as here I am, the loveliest of them all. Here is an offer you can't deny: If you let me kiss you, I will be your partner for the prom!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everyone's, and I mean students and teachers alike, jaws crashed down to the floor as these scandalous news were too good to be true, even your eyes popped up wide when Rarity had offered you the deal of a lifetime. Yes, it was so exclusive of Rarity really showing affection towards an actual man that some students even began to record this moment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity's lips puckered up and her eyelids were sealed tight to savor this moment in her life. Meanwhile, her fanclub was glaring at you very harshly, with daggers from their irises stabbing your mentality wound by wound.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could have felt the insurmountable pressure on you as one kiss was about to jeopardize your whole high school reputation and life. Kiss her, and you will be targeted by jocks and admirers of her due to this generous offer. Don't kiss her, and everyone else will consider you as a dunce.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart was racing, beating your ribcages with thumps louder than your heavy breathes exhaled. Deep down inside your heart, you were scared of the repercussions that could happen afterwards.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;C'mon, you thought to yourself, there must be a reasonable excuse for me to break the deal and keep everything in order...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had to act quick. It was rude and inconsiderate to keep a woman waiting, and that could raise some flags up to detect negativity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Besides, this was your potentially first kiss and you felt a bit of shyness warming you up to blush a bit...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wait, shyness... Shy...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;... Of course...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your sugar-coated finger was pressing on Rarity's lips, much to her displease.</span><br />&quot;Rarity, I can't... Fluttershy is my partner for the upcoming prom...&quot;<br />&quot;She's your what?&quot; Rarity exclaimed.<br />&quot;I'm your what?&quot; Fluttershy shouted.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The whole crowd applauded and cheered for the young lover's announcement. Then, they accepted you as one of their own, to do whatever was needed to get her Majesty's heart. You, along with those popular, pampered girls whose cliques were not to be dealt with, with Rarity and Fluttershy, shared a grimace, complimented with sour or confused looks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You dived back into the lively crowd before you and grasped her hand tight before charging out of the scene, to find refuge and privacy, to have a word with Fluttershy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes stared at you, watery due to the teasingly childish 'hints' and nudges, yet burning ferociously to the core of her irises, and you could tell she was not handling conflicted feelings too well.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity just watched you, making an escapade through the crowd to make a daring dash to safety with his 'lover'. Her eyes were broadened wide, twitches making it an eerie sight, with heavy, deep breathes of oxygen was rapidly inhaled and exhaled; she was hyperventilating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why did he prefer her? Why not me? WHY NOT-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity fainted like a rotting rose with tiny, little ants climbing up the stalk until it went 'Timber'. How delicate and fragile of her, she didn't plan this out at all, she didn't anticipated of Anon being reserved by another woman.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her fans and admirers rushed to soften her fall. She won't be recovering consciousness soon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow Dash, in the crowd, where students scattered across the hallways to their classrooms or lockers, head hung low and hoodie hiding her complexion, smiled devilishly as she had the whole scene recorded on her phone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What profits she could earn right then...</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon, even though Fluttershy's futile attempt to break his tight wrist grasp was weighing him down, dragged her along to the vacant, and empty, gym.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The soundwaves vibrated through the polished and magnificent heights of the walls, bounced from the spectator's benches, from the basketball hoops and backboard, onto the sparkling floor that reflected �a mirror image of you and her, to the hallways that led to the locker room..</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You released her from your hand and an intense stare was shared between you too.</span><br />&quot;A-Anon, I don't mean to be a bit assertive, but what the hell did you mean by that? I'm your partner?&quot; Her voice may be soft but the amplification of the echoes boomed it louder.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gulped. This might not end well...</span><br />&quot;I was trying to save my ass from Rarity. You already know how 'generous' she gets, flaunting her money here and there,&quot; You took a short breathe and composition, &quot;in trade for their lust, love and attention...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She wasn't buying it though, with her feet tapping on the floor uncontrollably and her arms slowly folded.</span><br />&quot;... I was using your name to bail me out, that's all. We're just friends, strictly. I owe you a lot, alright. I was put on the spot.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes calmed down from a fierce, stern glare to an understanding glance. She still felt insecure with your reasons. Therefore, Fluttershy gave you her special glance. If Fluttershy shared eye contact with anotehr in this specialised, innocent, and heart-melting glance, not even one mortal could resist being genuine to her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You felt the effects whelming you over, trembling under her trained cuteness, but your story stayed straight.</span><br />&quot;The thought of taking advantage of you has not and will not cross my mind, I promise you that. Just forgive me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A blink broke her glance and after the uncanny silence, with only your breathes being heard gush after gust, she reached her verdict with you with abundant consideration provided.</span><br />&quot;I'll forgive you, Anon. Just please, don't do that again. I don't want...&quot; Her voice softened to a whisper.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You took a step towards her, cautious about your approach and not wanting to show such a dominating or brute side.</span><br />&quot;... My father to know this kind of gossip...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy, with scarring memories piercing through her control and sanity, swooped down to her knees and was on the verge of crying excessively. She bit her lower lip to ease her mind out of stress but as blood trickled from her lip, the sight, smell and taste of it brought about more traumatisation.</span><br />&quot;Dad... Dad, please... No more... No more...&quot; Fluttershy begged hoarsely whilst nailing her skin so deep with her fingernails tiny geysers of blood erupted with rich, red blood.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kneed down and hugged her tight, restricting her arms to do further damage. Your feelings went numb, your breathing became still, your sight darkened, but your heart pounded purely with love and compassion for Fluttershy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whatever she went through, you thought, though I may never know, I have to be by her side. I'm her mentor after all.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time was a gentle friend to her and you, as it sluggishly slowed down to make you enjoy this quiet and peaceful moment with her, to savour the moment in eternity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a show of soft sniffles, a satire and alarming clap broke you and her out of the trance and back into reality. You looked at the gym's entrance and there she stood, Rainbow Dash, with a smile that you could spot through a mile spelt trouble for both of you.</span><br />&quot;Well, this is new, I'm surprised. Fluttershy is not crying by herself this time. She seems to find a sucker for that.&quot; Her provoking manner dissed you a bit and made Fluttershy's heart ache a bit, with guilt and remorse over those depression episodes. &quot;Why do you even consider her attractive? Rarity has everything you ever desir-&quot;<br />&quot;You won't understand, even if my explanation was straightforward. Besides, I possess no libido to anyone and therefore, the spell Rarity had cast on any moronic lowlife won't trick me.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slowly regained composure and felt your rage building afterward. If Rainbow spewed out one more insult towards her, even if you were not Fluttershy's lover, you sure as hell were her man she needed. Someone who could be a shield and armor for a timid, soft-spoken beauty.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You took in a deep breathe and bottled in the peaking anger in you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy, sobbing softly on the smooth sports hall, admired you defending her and through the tears that leaked out of her, with those reddish sore eyes, she quietly gazed at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No one expected all these events to occur on this school but that's the specialty of the prestigious school which couldn't fault it completely; nothing was normal, everyone was unique, and that's fun.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow's eyebrow raised up in doubts, with suspicions hanging around her head like a noose.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She collected her phone from her pocket and a mischievous smile was present.</span><br />&quot;I have recorded everything down in my phone. Don't be surprised, some others were doing it too. I just want to know why were you oblivious to Rarity's offer.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy's heart skipped a beat. Anon looked back to check on her state, only to see her trembling and shaking rapidly in drastic amounts of fear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kept your tongue glued in your mouth, and even if it wanted to play on its own words, you will bite it so hard it will be disjointed.</span><br />&quot;Tell me why did you just storm out with Fluttershy when confronted by Rarity? Couldn't you just walk off without looking like a complete autistic faggot that was drenched in his own nervous sweat?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;That crossed the line. It went too far.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You dove towards her with telltale signs of uncontrolled anger and a violent desire to jab her straight on her pretty face, with your teeth gritting frantically and your conscience beginning to evaporate in your mind as fresh, steaming ideas of pummeling, beating and torturous thoughts became your guideline and, as you obeyed to them and wished to fulfill, commands.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy popped up with quick reaction to see a potential fight to happen. She hated fights, and was praying hard to Celestia that this could be directed to something else. Her lithe figure slowly rose up onto her knees and, with might, stretched her arms to reach for your charging figure, voiced out a &quot;Stop&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her heart ached even further as the chains entangling around it tightened much more. She did not want to be involved in any more fights. It's because of me, she thought, that I have to make people do things they don't want to.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow, with athletic capabilities, and fighting experience, saw this and simply scooted aside to let you stumble on your feet and a counter-attack, a low blow, was returned.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A kick up your baby-maker and it was a knockout for you as you fell down to your knees and slammed your heavy body onto the floor. The pain was, apparently, through your eyes as if it was ready to be gouged out from your sockets, insurmountable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy scramble on the floor and rushed to your aid, by your side. She was frightened to ask anything about you so she nudged you a bit to get a response out of you. Too bad the pain that shocked your body disrupted any sensible thought to be uttered out as cries of agony was trying to hold back while you writhed in pain.</span><br />&quot;Anon, I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. Please, stop fighting. Please please please...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The doors were kicked open to reveal Pinkie, with an innocent smile on her blooming face.</span><br />&quot;HEY GUYS! WHAT'S GOING O-&quot; She paused by looking at the scene before her. &quot;Oh, wrong time? Sorry... What happened, RD? Nonny?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;No answer from anyone made Pinkie more serious, and a bit timid, yet her will wanted to press on to find the mystery on this gym.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But observing you cringing on the cold floor, writhing in pain, with Fluttershy crying by Anon's side and Rainbow Dash just holding guilt on her pale and expresionless face messaged Pinkie that this was not to be taken lightly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It will be a fool's mistake to confront Rainbow Dash and increasing the probabilities of getting pummeled to a pulp. It was terrible to comfort Anon as it was not out of genuine compassion and fear, but by due pity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Pinkie, with a troubled mind, picked the option that favored none, yet assisted both parties in adding flavor to this dull, dark scene. Her footsteps bounced towards RD light enough to not grab hold of Fluttershy's attention and with her squeaky and high-pitched voice now lowered by a note with sternness muffling up that flamboyant feel in her voice.</span><br />&quot;Hey, Rainbow?&quot; She gulped, hoping this question didn't trigger her. &quot;Do you have a partner for the prom?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;RD, with her eyes slightly squinted and her irises' sight piercing through her soul, raised her head.</span><br />&quot;No, I don't. Why bother asking me?&quot; Her voice was hoarse.<br />&quot;Soarin... Soarin was wandering whether you were free after school. He wants to have a chat with you at the front schoolgate.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The news sparked her gloomy emotions to being skeptical yet thrilled. Her heart went to Cloud 9 as soon as those words were spoken and her excitement could not be swayed off.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She jumped for joy with her Running Shoes remitting loud soundwaves onto the reflective bounds of the gym. She gripped Pinkie's shoulders and hugged her tenderly, just before she dashed down the hallway faster than Rarity's admirers when doing a favor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With her gone, Pinkie could now focus on the still squirming Anon.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But the courage she tried to mustered was not enough.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hours had pass on since your horrendous incident. Fluttershy's only concern that day was you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even after appalling classes, where some dicks would nudge side to side, glance by glance and sometimes passing on some remarks about Fluttershy and thee, after wretched recess sessions, where girls would cover their snickers from just the sight of her, even after through that mental torment, her emotions were still locked onto Anon's case.</span><br />&quot;Who knew Fluttershy could find someone even lower?&quot; &quot;Why would Anon be so blinded, for this skank?&quot; &quot;How did he become so bad at making choices? Must be a trait from his parents...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;All these banged on her head, demanding attention from her as she waited for you to awaken from your slumber in the school's medical ward. Yes, you passed out after a few minutes of trying to neglect the overwhelming pain in you glorious groin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That worried Pinkie and Fluttershy so much that morning. No matter how much she budged and beat you up, you were not able to pick up her signals as you fell into the darkness of your eyes and mind.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If it was not for Pinkie alerting Ms Cheerilee that was hurrying to her next class, which she was behind time, who would be generous enough, to risk their reputation, to lift your motionless body to the ward.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And mind you, reader, that Ms Cheerilee clearly was not strong enough to carry a man...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But nevertheless, Fluttershy's woes couldn't be clear just yet. With the spare time between classes, recess and straying in the hallways for a chat, she preferred spending it on sitting beside you, until you wake up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The ticks of the ward's clock reached the numbers easily, with anyone there faintly discerning the ticks of it. The Long Arm of the clock struck 8, while the Short Arm stuck 4.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The ward was painted vibrant pink that might have implied to students who were recovering to be &quot; in the pink of health&quot; soon and therefore in honour with that adage. It hosted five beds that was cozy enough to send students into a pure state of relaxation and, for the extremely stressed out ones, euphoria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Basic necessities for one's comfort were pre-prepared by Nurse Redheart, which included extra blankets, some lollipops, some &quot;Get Well Soon&quot; cards and in her own opinion was not necessary but added flavour to the table, glasses and jugs of water and so on. It also owned some sophisticated equipment like the unorthodox presence of an amputation saw, syringes with weird juices, scalpels and other surgeon equipment Nurse Redheart used to own.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A whiff of her perfumes to any down guy or gal could lightened up his/her day, and with a sip or two from those medicines and half an hour or two, most of the student's problem simply be dealt with completely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Argo when she saw you by the arms of Mr Ironwill, the School's counselor, she knew what you needed: a bed, a flower by the side to, by her belief, recover faster and some time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was reluctant when Fluttershy begged to be by your side but due to those eyes, she gave in and let a good friend be with her buddy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now, the Sun was beginning to descend down into its own slumber period, though it may still be a bit bright, and she was getting impatient. Time was running out and by school rules, everyone must be out of the ward by 5.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy leaned onto your body, crying, sobbing, begging you to get up and prayed hard for you to return to school.</span><br />&quot;Please, Anon, get up. I won't be anything without you...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yet, you showed no sign of consciousness. You snored without care, with bliss...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What were you dreaming, you may ask?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You found yourself where every night you dreaded to return as memories would corrupt and destroy a great day, and worsened any bad day you had.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your home.</span><br />&#160;<br />&quot;Tell me, Anon. Why did you choose this path in your life? What is making you do this?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A voice called you out in the void before you. The question intrigued you...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even if your social status of being an anti-social introvert was the lifestyle your buddies back in 4chan �taught you to be, and you were not complaining although, the solitude that you willingly accepted sometimes made you feel lonesome. No one to depend on, no one to have tea time break with, no one to play video games alongside...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even though your parents were against the idea of you living independently in a rented apartment, funded by your work's mediocre pay, some grant your parents offered and your bank account, it was for the better for everyone. You were growing up to become an adult, and you needed to start acting like one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The strenuous tasks of being a man was harsh though. Balancing your life with work and play, dealing with emotional attacks like depression, volatile episodes of anger and moments of pure hopeless, dealing with douchebags and assholes in school, all these were mentally tiring.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But the hardest of them all was finding a friend to rely on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Although you were ranked 2nd highest in class, not as if it was uncommon to see a high grade on your papers, you only had acquaintances that passed on morning greetings and quick questions, too many to realize how lonely you were.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Please, you thought to yourself, why should I get them? They're too bothersome to have and keep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still, there were times where people flocked around you to ask a favor or two, to know you a bit more and all that friendliness they passed on.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ingenuity, you were thankful for that, but it did not attract any actual friends along. No friendship can be forever, you knew that when you were young, and thus chose this path.</span><br />&quot;Do you regret it, Anon?&quot; You questioned yourself sometimes.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;These grim reminders will always came about when you twisted that key you had in the doorknob and entered your dusty apartment.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was pleasant enough to show visitors and guests that the inhabitant was not a barbaric caveman. Your clothes were ironed well, no signs of breadcrumbs or tiny pieces of meat, wardrobes and shelves were organized perfectly to show off merchandises and lengthy books and the heart of it was the breath-taking view outside your balcony. Miles and miles of buildings and land as covered by sight, especially that monument in the center of Equestrian Memorial Park, to remind people of the rich historical value the land had reserved for generations.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Weird enough, this surrealistic evaluation of your apartment was as if you were there yourself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or were you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You felt the soft pitter-patter of raindrops drizzling gently onto your fair skin with chilled winds gusting pass your collar, shirt and face. As people in the distant park scattered out of the greenland and into shelter, with kids being dragged by their parents as they wanted to dance under the showering rain, with couples offering coats to protect their loved ones from the cold, so you too retreated into your home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rubbed your face over and over again, trying to get some focus back into your eyes. Your sight finally adjusted back but you still felt groggy. Maybe a little rinse onto your face ought to refresh you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you knew it, arms cracked open the wooden floor you stood on and emerged faster than your mind could register then. A violent grasp onto your legs and they tucked you into the floor, into the dark, cold abyss below, where a navy blue, whom you could barely discern out, spectral spirit floated above you and trying to break free of those unnerving swarms of arms was to no avail.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another question was asked.</span><br />&quot;No friends to play with. No family to depend on. No one to help you. Despite of it, you somehow are making a field day on survival, day by day, month by month, for no one but yourself whom shows no importance to society or parties relevant. Why bother living on? Why bother living as one who has no values in life?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The grips from the shackling arms loosened as these personal questions bothered both parties: to you, and that ghostly spectre. You snatched the chance as soon as it was open and you broke free from the grasps before plummeting down into the endless abyss and with every foot you plunged into, a literal nerve-wrecking feel tore all the nerves and stripped all the flesh, skin and arteries you had, from head first to toe last.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The wind that gusted on you heated up fast and you could feel the violent rushes of fiery air jabbing and ramming your fractured bones with any scrapes of flesh torn away like paper.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A voice finally spoke to you as this hellish nightmare was about to punish every &quot;wrong&quot; you did in life so far: every harsh namecalling that deduced people to tears, every fist you threw in vexation, every character you have indulged with the corrupted internet, everything that was deemed as an unholy act...</span><br />&quot;One last chance to have someone dear to you...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You woke in cold, maybe even icy, sweat in Nurse Redheart's medical ward, with Fluttershy's hands clawing into your arm, waiting for her good friend to awaken back into the reality.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For no reason whatsoever and just by gut instinct, you hugged Fluttershy close to you, sniffling with tears streaming down very softly and Fluttershy, understanding the sudden act of fear and a needing of comfort, her hand followed suit of yours.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Redheart's palm pressed onto your forehead.</span><br />&quot;Anon, have you gotten a fever?&quot;<br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy, I mean you, saunter in the hallways the mansion had offered. Being stressed out in your bedroom mentally frustrated you and a night stroll was a wonderful way to relieve some burdens off your shouldrs. A wander around the luscious garden this late frightened you as those stalking shadows that were entangled onto those thorny bushes, like an animal trapped in barbed wire, were hot on your trail as you hurried out, yet cold to the touch as your imagination painted moments where you were snatched by the dark menacing lurkers and never to return to reality.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You peered through the window, watching the trees swayed with the wind and the pool blinking and sparkling in delight. A dip in the pool was extremely refreshing then, as heat generated by your tired body convected out of you and within those chilled waters, you could blow bubbles to your heart's content, but you took a steamy shower already. Shadows were another reason for that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As childish as it was, you were still terrified by it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unlike outside, where you traded in your security and tranquillized mind for the crisp, fragrant air that was desperately needed and pure silence. The sound of twigs breaking would break your concentration, with your vivid imagination running frantically wild, about robbers, monsters, shadows and demons, so you wouldn't dare. Besides, being caught in a labyrinth in night would petrify you even further and might push you into the brink of wailing hysterically.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Under the glamorous lights of the crystal chandeliers that hung proudly with such designs even professional blacksmiths and craftsmen would be troubled, beside the tall panels that showed a nice view of the lively roads, greenery and the distant buildings that were sparsely clumped together, on the red soft fur rugs below your woven slippers, your sanctuary was your safe haven.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You halted and stare outside the window. The questions you were facing in your bedroom waited for you to attend back to them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What happened to Anon? What was he dreaming? Was he feeling okay? What made him hug me?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Does he actually like me?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You blushed hard. Of course he doesn't, you thought, don't get things even more complicated.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fleeting lights from those cars far away blinked and flicked as they passed by, like the fleeing chances of you being with him if another day passed by without any notice about his feelings for a girl.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Would he like a girl? How about a guy? Was he straight, bi or gay?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your right hand rested upon your jiggly bosoms as your heart accelerated a bit. Maybe you should ask him these questions. It shouldn't hurt.</span><br />&quot;Mistress...&quot; A voice called upon you. You turned your head to the left and found the family's most loyal maid. &quot;... You seemed to be troubled. Would you fancy a hot cocoa?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nodded.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Back to the daylight and off to school, in Anon's shoes...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Library was still as deserted as any library would, with some students still continuing their nuisance behaviour, with Twilight still guarded from anyone's sight by her book castle, and with you and Fluttershy still doing tutoring sessions.</span><br />&quot;So you multiply and substitute here... And you use a bit of quadratic expressions here... And you could possibly try to add in...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your pen danced around your fingers and the tip of it tapped from point to the other, explaining Fluttershy these complex methods and assisting her digesting it. From symbol to number, illustration to page, you were committed to teach her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Although she was as committed as you were, her puzzled look was worrying; her eyebrows furrowed and narrowed, her pen being bitten over and over again, her hand fidgeting and playing with her hair and all that tension that made her shoulders stiff worried you. Worst of all, her eyes were locked intensively onto your drained face. Something was bothering her and, as sure as hell, would bother you sooner or later.</span><br />&quot;Flutters, if you want to take a break, you could have just said so.&quot; Your monotone voice reached into her ears. It was not a good night for you last night.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You squirmed a lot during your sleep, exposed and experiencing all these surrealistic nightmares and trying to catch a breather in between them, and tried to stay awake between waves of terrors, hoping the previous one was the last of it. Every awakening had your heart racing, hyperventilating slightly, gulping every glob of saliva you drooled out in your sleep.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Coffee and Tea didn't help a bit as if every slumber you had fallen into was scripted, as if someone voodooed you into a fixed schedule and a rigged time interval between each nightmare. You scuffled around your bedroom, trying to recharge some energy into you but there were moments where one second had you dancing and running around your room, the next into unknown territory of hellish nightmares, the next lying flat on the hard wood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You rubbed your eyes and yawned without your hands covering your open mouth. Such manners were not needed. Not now, anyway.</span><br />&quot;S-sorry Anon. We should take a break.&quot; She shrugged a bit. &quot;A-Anon... Can I...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her blushes were getting out of control lately and you had no clue on why.</span><br />&quot;... A-a-ask you a question...&quot;<br />&quot;What is it?&quot;<br />&quot;Do you actually like me... In that way...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her voice softened after every word until the last word was almost completely muffled by silence.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her valiant effort was noted as your eyes popped wide from a drowsy state, from being completely shut tight for you to get some shut-eye, and you stared at her for a minute with such bewilderment and, unsurprisingly, admiration.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Was this a trick question or a rhetorical one? Neither, you pondered on those possibilities, as her character was too na�ve to learn such deceitful trickery yet too innocent to take advantage of anyone's feelings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Would such an affectionate feeling jeopardize your relationship? I mean, if the primary focus between you two were love, it might take a toll on her studies and, following the slippery slope fallacy, ruin her chances of helping the animal shelter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was the reason why this friendship existed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Would you risk it?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All these thoughts clogged up in your head as your fatigue made you too languid to think as sharp as you were. You yawned again and scratched your head whilst evaluating the endless repercussions and bonuses you might receive through the branches of the unknown and possibilities. Your sense of rightful judgment could not bare the sadness Fluttershy could bring upon if ya didn't answer out a Yes. Your sense of moral judgment could not bare the painful scars of what a breakup could offer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You weren't ready for either ways.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fluttershy was patient in your decision-making as she stared hard on the textbooks, not registering anything of the numbers and algebraic equations, but to take an interest of your neat handwriting, as if a girl wrote those methods and concluding sentences.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You peeked at Twilight, hoping she felt a great disturbance in the air and realized that you were in such a dire time. Sadly, telepathy was a mere hoax. She was still burying herself in those books she rented out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A recall on the words that navy blue spectrum figure reminded you that this last chance was extremely crucial for you, as the burden would be nailed upon you for the rest of your life.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br />&quot;Can you excuse me for a second? I'd fancy some coffee right now, didn't get enough sleep last night...&quot; You pointed to the dark bulges below your dried eyes.<br />&quot;O-oh... Okay...&quot;<br />&quot;Just stay right here, I will be back in a jiffy.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight broke her line of sight from her trusty books to observe you scurrying to the door.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A shove on those door handles and you entered the busy cafeteria.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Those metallic, sparkly, sturdy tables allowed students to chit-chat away to their heart's content as they continued chowing down on those meals their pre-prepared from home or from the cafeteria lady. If they had not touch a single sugary treat due to parental restrictions, they won't fret as Pinkie and Joe got it covered. Although their cupcake and donuts were charged higher than the typical bakery store down the road, it blasted everyone in is loveliness and sugar; I'd say it was the existence that forced students to cling on the words, &quot;guilty pleasure&quot;.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The smell of oily and fried food stung your nose and you exhaled abruptly. How could people eat such amounts of chemicals? Then again, people here were desperate of finding extravagant meals around here in Canterlot. Canterlot High School is situated at the east, where the majestic, palatial city is located at the west. Even if a blessing had bestowed upon Canterlot and no traffic occurs, the distance between points are about a 2 hour drive.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Teachers were segregated from the students when it came to sectors of the cafeteria, where they had sensible conversations, asking each other such as about miraculous improvements on this particular student, painful disappointments on their class behaviour, or both.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This form of social order system originated from unknown sources, but the students relied on this as a guideline to find specific people. Still, it did not shun people who jumped over the cafeteria and sectors.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There were Jocks, Nerds, Outcasts, Fashion Divas, Teachers, Lost Cause, Loners, Hybrids who were a mixture of these social ranks and last but not the least, 'No Man's Land' where anyone could just roam around.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lady Luck, although praising you for the tedious consideration you put in for Fluttershy, forsaken you as eyes laid onto your body and mouths began to shut. Exhaling heavily, and regretfully, you made your way to the counter to request for coffee.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity, crossing her legs at the Fashion Diva table, raised her head like a peacock and grabbed the audience's attention.</span><br />&quot;Anon, it has seem that your rejection towards my kind offer upset our wonderful crowd...&quot; She giggled, with some people smirking quietly. &quot;... Would you be a kind darling and tell me you were kidding that you love that pathetic Fluttershy?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;That stroke a nerve deep, but you maintained profile and strode towards the machine, where her words fell on deaf ears.</span><br />&quot;Do not try to ignore the Queen of the school, that is simply rude of you. You would not like it if someone were to, probably, teach your some manners...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Words were blocked off by your pure ignorance.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wanted some coffee crying out loud. Why was it such a big deal?</span><br />&quot;Fine then.&quot; Rarity, with a devilish smile, approached you and stood before you. &quot;It might be because you have not seen any genuine beauty which leaves you breathless recently. Worry not, Anon, and please, be a gentleman and don't wonder about the chances of me begging. It would ruin the show my wonderful crowd is enjoying.&quot; A sigh lingered after her petty request.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her persona was not to be perceived by you, as you picked up trepidation from her irises; one man out of her social circle, not to fulfill her every wish for every moments, every open chances, to show admire and love to her, was a man free out of her seductive and domineering trap. She wished dearly, internally, that you would be on leveled grounds and foolishly agree to be her slave around school, and you denoted clearly that it won't happen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Toughening your sloppy posture, the one where it showcased the lethargic and drained Anon, you displayed a pretentious and ironic appearance as an answer to Rarity's request, broadening your shoulders and chest, straightening your back, chin high, face flinching away from Rarity's position and marched with pride on par with a peacock. Onwards, you thought, to the coffee I needed so goddamn much.</span><br />&quot;Anon, don't take another step. You will regret it. Instead, come towards m-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your feet, purposefully clumsy, 'stumbled' forward and the other foot rooted behind followed suit.</span><br />&quot;How, how dare you...&quot; She was speechless, acknowledging not only the futility of her previous attempts but also, to add insult to injury, experiencing the undeserved ignorance. &quot;No one deliberately ignores me for some other bimbo! Why her? Why not me? Am I to be mistaken by Fluttershy's devious scheme, whatever she have, or am I to be notified about your incompetent ability to see what true beauty is?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just block it out, your mind instructed you, all of her words held no meaning.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her harangue was all to waste as disdain was returned to her. Although you were spectated by a large audience, you felt her eyes' sight piercing through your soul.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity, with her presence fused with annoyance and persistence, dared not to abandon hope just yet. The unsettling munching and cracking of her gritted teeth alerted you whilst striding, and the heavy stomps of her feet messaged the rest that this became no laughing matter now. With her face painted bloody red, with her ears fuming steam, she shall not be trampled over again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A snap of her fingers and two bulky and burly jocks accompanied her to confront you. The goons-for-hire glanced at each other, then to Miss Rarity. She gave them a calculative smile back as her fingers, with such a murderous aura drifting around her, clenched tight before signaling the jocks to carry on their business.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A low swipe of one jock's legs onto your hinge knee joints with such athletic strength and you knelt to submission, stopping you on your tracks. The other goon raised you up with your arms tangled behind you with a Full Nelson, popping your chest outwards and prone to pummeling. Rarity was pleased with this scene unfolding to what she desired, to teach the stubborn man some manners about being rude to a lady. The crowd, in spite of Rarity's undeniable happiness, was shell-shocked by the play before them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not even a teacher dared to intervene with such a cruel punishment by the frightening sight of the two jocks' massive built and brazen vigor. A tuck on their jacket's collar or a tug of their ears would was not enough to convince them and it took much more force to do so, which was verboten on school grounds.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This was a brutal checkmate for the poor Anon as the spoilt princess had her way with you, jabbing your chest and guts, uppercutting your chins and made blasting impacts on your stomach. As each instance of pain shocked and vibrated in your nervous system, as each patches of sore black-and-blue forced winces from your mouth, as each knuckle by the 'maiden' pounded and slammed onto your bones brought up jitters of pain, a chunk of consciousness was shredded away and slowly, ever- lastingly, the darkness was bestowed upon you and within you.</span><br />&quot;This, my fellow schoolmates, is why respect is a precious gift that you must treasure,&quot; Rarity conveyed out a message to the crowd. &quot;Look at him. Just, look at this ridicule! His mistake, as you all know, was to ignore me. His consequence? Scan his body. Tattered clothes, to signify the relationships he have stripped and tore down by his anti-sociable personality! Bruises, to signify the pain he have inflicted to people that had courage to befriend him, but not physical, do not be fooled, but by heart!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The seize of her pummeling was greatly appreciated as you took the initiative to regain your bearings from the grogginess in your head and tried to sharpen your focus on the spot.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While your sight restored bit by bit, you were able to track the eyes of others that were upon the sorrowful state of you, some paying respects, some tearing up out of either admiration that you stood for yourself or by terror and some, pity.</span><br />&quot;Tell me, all of my beloved subjects! Tell me truthfully, has he ever made any achievements or awards in his life? Has he even made any of it in his life? I doubt so!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rarity marched with a fiery passion of triumphant towards you, weakened and soul-shattered, and grasped tenaciously upon your cheeks. You felt her shining, glistening nails digging and stabbing your cheeks and your head, by the power of the dominating mistress, rose upwards with no will to reciprocate.</span><br />&quot;Anon, have you learned your lesson?&quot; A sinister laugh reverberated on the silent walls of the cafeteria. &quot;Now... Be a good boy and stay down for mommy. Boys, if you so kindly will...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The goons freed your arms and blood shot through your veins like jet-streams, circulating in your arms so rapidly you instinctively wrapped your arms with the other, trying to regain composure on it. The thugs remained in position, awaiting for any further instructions Rarity directed.</span><br />&quot;Now, what shall it be, Anon? Join me, and we will forge a path that shall grant you your wildest wishes: fortunes, fame, friendships, everything to make your life worthwhile. Make me wait or otherwise, go back to that whore of a prom partner! Take another pummeling! Live the life you are living now and be miserable for life, be decaying in the corner whilst, in a tone you know all too well, repeating yourself in solitude... 'Why was I too blind to accept darling and sweetheart Rarit-'&quot;<br />&quot;Shut the fuck up.&quot; Your raucous voice interrupted her and by her disgusted looks, you succeeded in stopping her goading you. &quot;Just... Shut your blabbering mouth, slut.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The goons, Rarity and the whole crowd were taken aback by your sudden, soft burst of outrage.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To her dismay and unfortune, your counter-initiation and counter-attack was just the beginning of a spewing fountain of bloody retorts and devilish, vengeful affronts. Then was the time, under the paying �attention of students and teachers, to strike deep and hard, like a severely injured tiger laying in a pityful posture in the grasslands, baiting its predators and patiently, silently, wait for their achilles heel to reveal.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The moment then shone it brightly, shone it proudly, for you, the underdog, for a comeback. With determination, you brought yourself to your knees and peered up, ready for it.</span><br />&quot;Tell me, Rarity. Why bothering concerning about my low life, poor excuse of a human being? Why bother dating a pityful example of regret and shame? You have many more options than I could ever accumulate in my life, so explain your stand! Oh wait, you don't have to as a matter of fact; you date with pigs and scums of the earth, also known as your own social class level.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A storm was stirring up as the unsettled crowd chattered within themselves, showing unrest and suspicion.</span><br />&quot;Please Anon! This show you are hosting is cute, and merely, only, cute. You should be grateful that someone like me accepts you as a human being, and with such an honorable compliment, it is a gentleman's act of kindness by bowing down...&quot; Her voice changed from a light and playful tone, to a grim and serious monotone. &quot;.. And kiss my royal foot, if you self-concern yourself as a bloody majestic creature.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Come on, Anon. Strike her now. Hit her a home run.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A collection of thoughts and with logical reasoning, your proposition begun.</span><br />&quot;Is this how you treat your subjects? With the prejudiced view of men being so inferior, supported by the probable hate of them and wanting to extract revenge? Darling, that is very un-ladylike of you, entirely pathetic. It belittles what little your persona was concealing upon.&quot;<br />&quot;What do you me-&quot;<br />&quot;You're blinded by your fatal yet sounded rage towards people who possesses better life standards. Following on, you're deaf by your palpable yet distant aura of jealousy and envy towards people who possesses opinions that contradicts and opposes yours. Last and one of the most of your worries, you are muted by the forced and enchained voice you kept tearing and straining to get people to like you...&quot;<br />&quot;But what does she have that I don't, huh?&quot; Tears began to stream down as you talked the brutal profile of reality and struggles into her.<br />&quot;Fluttershy may not have wealth you swim in, Fluttershy may not have the talents that were gifted upon you, Fluttershy may not even have the qualities you possess, but the one reason I date her is she could get me something I could ask for my entire life...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;The cafeteria was as silent as a mouse or a pin drop, even the goons were processing hard as their system froze, unable to understand how this happened, to see their queen in a dreadful state...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turned around and strode towards the vending machine that was the destination this meaningless matter was built upon, with your back hunched and arced over slightly and your hands in your pockets. Along with the depressive facial expression on your face you wore securely, a word was not released yet, making Rarity pondering over this.</span><br />&quot;Anon... A-Anon... Please... I'm sorry... Where did I went wrong... What was I... Missing?...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stopped and slowly pivoted your head around, to face the demoralized and confused queen that had her walls finally busted down to the cold, hard ground.</span><br />&quot;... Genuine happiness. I guess no one you have met made you genuinely happy, Rarity, and therefore can't blame you fully. Sadly... There will always be that aching gap in your heart that shall be empty always, that aching gap in your heart that, hopefully, kills you in the inside. Why not the outside? You, driven by madness, tore it to pieces. Pity, and I thought I was the blind one.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spat on the floor before ordering coffee, not bothered enough to look down upon Rarity's broken state where her hands pressurized her ears and figuratively resiliently try to block it out, but futility arrived to inform her repeatedly as her heart refused such facts. The goons rushed by her side and with comforting arms on her back, dressed with soft and cotton-like fur that cost a fortune to be imported, with the uselessness of their suave looks, relentlessly tried to patch her up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A press of a button and a can of chilled coffee was prepared for consumption. The crisp crack of opening the can alerted the crowd and attracted them away from the sobbing Rarity. With the imp of inhumanity whispering gleefully by your ear, an idea sprung up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before drinking the last sip of your coffee, you approached the crying beast with disdain and cruelly poured it upon her luscious locks and combed hair, trickle by trickle, with a smile that threatened to make by-standers shudder in fear.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The brown, thick liquid stained, slathered and blotched all the fine articles of clothing she wore and her face wasn't wet by the coffee only, but by the remorseful and sorry streams of salty tears.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which were then worsened because she was facing the fact that a man had progressed past her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You opened the cafeteria doors again and walked towards the library.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;... Man, what an ignorant, clingy psychopath you fought against.</span><br />&#160;<br /><span class="br0">&#91;</span>cont.<span class="br0">&#93;</span></div></div>[[Category:]]




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