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</div><h3><span class="mw-headline" id="A_Dazzling_Pack_VII">A Dazzling Pack VII</span><a href="A_Dazzling_Pack_VII#/editor/1" title="Edit section: A Dazzling Pack VII" data-section="1" class="edit-page icon icon-32px icon-edit enabled">Edit</a></h3><div>
<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Bullshit.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You fucking liar.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There's no way, Aria.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, you're just talking out of your ass.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sighing, you just sat back and let the disbelief and salt wash over you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were sitting in your study hall</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mr. Toity was fast asleep at his desk, his head buried in his arms</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As always, you were sitting in the back of the room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You legs were kicked up on the desk in front of you and your books were nowhere to be see</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Because FUCK books</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had a group of girls sitting around you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not many of them looked too happy with you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Many were sporting furrowed brows and frowns</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A couple were crossing their arms</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The one or two guys that were seated away from you as far as possible were giving you a death glare</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you ate it up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You ate it up like you'd eat raw salmon from the deep blue fucking sea</span><br />&quot;Hey, I don't know what to tell you all,&quot; you said with a shrug, grinning evilly<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You can tell us that you're a fucking liar,&quot; Bonbon said, giving you a hard look. &quot;Because that's what you are.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You almost took a deep whiff of the air</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The salt...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was everywhere</span><br />&quot;I am not lying,&quot; you said, grin widening. &quot;I'm telling you, I barely have to ask and Anon's going for it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You leaned back a bit more, adjusting your legs to look even more like a cunt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And I'm saying that you're a liar,&quot; Daisy all but spat. &quot;No guy wants to go down on a girl like that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah!&quot; Berry Punch growled. &quot;They don't just want to DO it. You gotta bribe them with jewelry or blackmail them or some shit.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You're just talking shit, Aria,&quot; Rainbow Dash --who looked the saltiest of all-- said. &quot;I bet your &quot;boy toy&quot; hasn't even seen that gross cunt of yours.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hey, you don't seem to mind my &quot;gross cunt&quot; when we all shower after gym class, Rainbow,&quot; you retorted<br /><span class="co4">&gt;That shut the rainbow-haired heroine up, pink coming to her blue cheeks as her mouth shut</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your grin widened as you looked at all of the pissy, angry women standing around you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was times like these you wished you still had your gem</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By now, you would have sucked up enough negativity to show ol' Starswirl a thing or two about banishing his betters</span><br />&quot;Yep, all I have to do is spread my legs and he comes running,&quot; you said, deciding to see how far you could take this before a fight broke out. &quot;Nearly rips my pants off every time, too.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could hear Bonbon grinding her teeth together</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Leaning over, you lightly punched her shoulder</span><br />&quot;Hey, hey, hey, there's no need to be JEALOUS, girls. I'm sure you'll find some guy that wants to go down on those beefy, hairy boxes of yours.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sneered</span><br />&quot;Maybe. If you find some fat, ugly guy that's half-retarded and a bit blind.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;That does it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The past ten minutes of you shit-talking came to a head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A couple of girls stood up, fists clenched</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You continued to sit there, relaxed and grinning</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know that Adagio told you to ease up on the fighting, but you were sure that she would--</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why don't you just ask Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Each one of you stopped and looked to the left</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moondancer was sitting near the boys with her nose buried in a book</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The filthy nerd</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you don't believe her, then why don't you go and ask Anon?&quot; the spectacle-wearing girl said, not looking up at any of you. &quot;If he says that she's lying you know that she's lying, if he says that she's telling the truth she's telling the truth.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She licked her thumb before turning a page</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That way you all don't need to start a fight in here.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her nose scrunched up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Again.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You all looked at her for a few seconds before the other girls began to dismiss her advice</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There's no WAY that he'd answer us!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, what guy in his right mind would say anything about that?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon might be a weirdo, but he's not enough of a weirdo to admit that he's a slut!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your smile turned into a small frown as you hummed thoughtfully</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Today, Adagio and Sonata weren't anywhere near the high school</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sonata had to go down to the city to talk to some investors about... something and your GLORIOUS alpha was doing something or another down at the South Side</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She had said something about getting your pack male some clothes or something like that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You really hadn't been listening</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And speaking of your pack male, you knew that this was Anon's lunch period</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Since the other girls weren't here today, he'd probably be sitting by himself at one of the smaller tables</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Which meant that you MIGHT be able to get away with this...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your smile returns to your face bigger and brighter than even</span><br />&quot;You want to hear it from my boyfriend? Fine,&quot; you said, twisting in your chair and sitting up properly<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You then stood and dusted yourself off, cracking your neck as you looked at the other girls</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Mr. Toity was still asleep</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You doubt that he'd even notice if all of you up and left</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And no one --even those shitty tattle-tale guys still glaring at you-- would say a damn thing because they knew what you'd do to them if they did</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a second or two, you thought about the ramifications of this</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Were you really going to put Anon through this just so you could piss of these bunch of weaklings?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Were you going to strut around like some peacock, flapping your feathers?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Would you really stoop so low that you'd do something like that?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Puff...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You very nearly chuckled, a grin once again coming to your face</span><br />&quot;Let's go and see what my boy toy's doing.&quot;<br /><br /><br />~-~-~-~-<br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To your surprise, half of the people in the study hall followed you out the door and into the hall</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A group this size made it a bit difficult to slip around any teachers or hall monitors walking the halls, but you were a professional class-skipper</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It took some level-hoping, hiding behind lockers, and you may or may not have had to give Sweet Cheeks a swirlie to keep her from telling on you, but eventually you all found your way to the cafeteria</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slipping past the few teachers tasked with watching over the eating students, you all slowly made your way over to Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like you thought, he was sitting by himself in the corner of the room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He had a small, tin lunch box sitting right beside him</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sitting in front of him was an extra-large Capri Sun</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In his hands was a triple-decker peanut butter and jelly sandwich that he had made the night before, already half-eaten</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh shit...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In an instant, you could feel a pang of panic welling up in your gut seeing your pack mate sitting unprotected like this</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The other girls weren't there to protect him if someone wanted to steal him away from you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Usually, if the other girls weren't going to come to school, you'd skip your study hall and sit with him</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you had been so busy stirring up shit to even--</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There he is!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You jumped when you felt Bonbon nudging your side</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come on,&quot; she said, her eyes narrowed in steely determination. &quot;Let's go and get this over with so he can tell us that you're full of shit.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your chest puffed out at the obvious challenge</span><br />&quot;Fine,&quot; you growled, your worry forgotten for the moment. &quot;Let's go ask him so I can show you the fuck up!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Still watching out for any patrolling teachers, your little group jumped from table to table, slowly but surely making your way toward Anon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could see him opening a packet of those little bite-sized chocolate chip cookie things that he liked so much</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was a smile on his face as he pulled one out and popped it into his mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could almost hear him humming over the chatter and laughter of the cafeteria</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He always hummed the dumbest little tune when he ate those things...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You couldn't stand it...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you finally get close enough, all of you look around one last time before making a beeline toward him</span><br />&quot;Anon!&quot; you whisper-shouted. &quot;Anon!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon, whose cheeks were shrunken as he slipped on his juice bag, looked up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He smiled around his dumb little plastic straw, his eyes lighting up when he saw you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There was that twinge of panic again, but this time it was arm-in-arm with regret</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hey there, grump,&quot; he said, putting his juice down as you sat down next to him. &quot;I didn't think that you were coming today.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You opened your mouth to say something, but couldn't find your voice</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tried again, then one more time, before the words came back</span><br />&quot;Yeah... Sorry about that babe,&quot; you said, trying to keep up the tough-front. &quot;I was a bit... busy.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking over at the other girls--some of whom were sitting at the table, while others were just standing--you gave them what might have been regarded as a grin before grabbing your pack mate's hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was warm and had a kind of roughness to it that you really liked</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was also a heck of a lot bigger than yours, so the second that Anon's fingers folded over your hand was engulfed in his</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your smile became a whole lot more genuine as your heart skipped a beat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't worry about it, it's just lunch. You guys don't need to watch over me every single little second,&quot; your packmate assured, giving you a small smile as he popped another little cookie into his mouth. &quot;It's not like any girl's going to--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon, we need to ask you something.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Roseluck put a hand on your mate's shoulder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had to stop yourself from cocking back an arm and clocking her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon jumped slightly at the contact, looking down at the hand before looking up at the girl</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, hey Rosie,&quot; he said, before looking around the table and at all of the girls standing around you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He raised an eyebrow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...I didn't see ALL of you there?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looked over at you, but you found that you couldn't look him in the eye</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why... you didn't know...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What can I help you ladies with?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon, who was sitting on the other side of him, scooched a bit closer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We were all talking in study hall and your girlfriend was telling tales,&quot; she said, Bonbon-ing in your general direction. &quot;We tried to call her out on it but she wouldn&quot;t stop bullshitting us.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah!&quot; Ms. Rainbow &quot;Carpet Muncher&quot; Dash said. &quot;So we all decided to some here to ask YOU, so that she'd shut the fuck up about it!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah!&quot; the other girls chorused, stomping their feet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once again, Anon looked over at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yet again, you couldn't meet his gaze</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Now that you were sitting here, you have a feeling that this wasn't such a good idea after all...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Oh really?&quot; he said, giving your hand a squeeze. &quot;And what was grump boasting about?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bonbon opened her mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then closed it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow opened her mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then closed it too</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You picked your head up to look at all of the now-uncomfortable girls</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit talking might have been okay when it was just the girls and some ugly guys that NO ONE gave a shit about, but unlike you--an ageless, hyper-powerful creature of magic that acknowledged only power and strength-- they all were taught manners</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They had to treat a man a certain way</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They had to--</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Aria here said that you enjoyed eating her out,&quot; Derpy chirped, smiling as all of your eyes went huge. &quot;So we all wanted to come here and ask you if she was lying!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were going to stuff her onto a locker</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Today, if it was the last thing that you did, you were going to drag that wall-eyed idiot to a locker, rip the thing open, and stuff her inside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To make matters worse, Derpy hadn't exactly been quiet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You now had a table full of students three rows up from you turning around to look at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Another, smaller table of kids were also eyeing you from your left</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You, the mighty, powerful siren, shrunk under their gaze</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The other girls did the same, nervously looking around as the ramifications of what they were doing hit them</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If Adagio heard about you boasting and flaunting your mate out in front of all of these potential rivals like this she'd bust your ass</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And, since fifty fucking kids were looking at you like you had just punched the principal, she probably would</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Goddammit...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You should have just come to lunch to sit with Anon like you were SUPPOSED to</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why didn't you remember to do that...?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon, for his part, barely raised an eyebrow as he picked up his sandwich and took a big bite out of it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You wanted to know if I liked eating grump here out?&quot; he asked through his mouthful of peanut butter and bread. &quot;How the hell did that come up in conservation?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Derpy, playing with her skirt, smiled and leaned toward your mate</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, we were talking about who had the biggest cocks in the eleventh--ump!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both Bonbon and Roseluck, looking horrified, leapt over and clamped their hands over the girl's mouth</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Haha, you're real FUNNY, Derpy,&quot; Bonbon growled, pulling the girl against her ample chest so that she was more strangling her then covering her mouth. &quot;JOKING like that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yeah, GOOD one,&quot; Roseluck added as Derpy flailed, looking over to your mate and smiling. &quot;But seriously, Anon, we were only going to ask you if...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She trailed off, brow furrowing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The other girls looked at each other, trying to find an out that wouldn't make them look like a bunch of creeps</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oddly enough, it was Rainbow who answered first</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Cupcakes! The speedster shouted, snapping her fingers. &quot;Aria here said that she makes the best cupcakes in the world, and we all wanted to come and ask you to see if she was full of shit or not.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looked around, her smile wide and as fake as could be</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Isn't that right girls?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Almost immediately, the other girls nodded</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yep, cupcakes.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What she said.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I prefer muffins.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shut. The. FUCK. UP. Derpy.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mate might have been many things, but he was far some stupid</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He looked around at all of you, clearly not believing a word that was just said</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Cupcakes?&quot; he questioned, picking up his juice bag. &quot;Aria's never made a cupcake in her life.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow nervously laughed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;S-See? I told you girls that--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;But if you're wondering about the whole eating-out thing, yeah, I like to give grump here the ol' lickeroo when I can.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could have heard a pin drop in that part of the cafeteria</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Scratch that, you could have heard a FLY fart</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The other girl's' eyes widened, and more than a few of their jaws dropped</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your heart stopped for a few moments as you felt yourself having half a dozen consecutive heart attacks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Of course Anon wouldn't hesitate talking about your sexual misadventures</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was fucking ANON!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He'd do it with a SMILE!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were going to be so fucking dead when your alpha heard about this...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;W-What?&quot; Bonbon muttered, her hands dropping away from Derpy's mouth to hang limply at her sides</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Using his tongue to wrangle that little straw back into his mouth, Anon took a long, drawn out sip</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To the untrained eye, he looked perfectly innocent sitting there</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you knew better</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could see that twinkle in his eye</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bastard knew what he was doing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh he fucking KNEW...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tried to pull your hand away from his, but your mate's grip was strong</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yep, I'm a man that likes to kiss both sets of lips,&quot; he said, putting down his juice and picking up a napkin. &quot;I'll eat out grump, lil blue, and the poof with a smile on my face.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;He began to dab his face, looking you in the eye as he did it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The dick...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For nearly a minute straight, none of the girls said a thing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They simply stood or sat there, trying to process what Anon had just said</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All except Derpy, who was humming a little tune to herself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking Derpy...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, Roseluck spoke up, though her voice was so low that it was almost at a whisper</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...But why?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon's nose scrunched up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;For Christ's sake, it's just sex, Rosey. It's not like you're asking me about a murder or something.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls once again looked around, loudly sweating</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow raced over to an empty table</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grabbing a chair, she raced back over and seated herself next to your mate</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she did this, the other girls huddled up closer around all of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hang on, hang on, so you LIKE to eat out girls?&quot; she asked, awe very audible in her voice</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon gave your hand a squeeze</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though you could feel the cold, sharp iron of the Reaper's scythe on the back of your neck, you squeezed him back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I like to eat out my girls, yes.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though the girls stiffened at his casualness, they leaned forward all the same</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why?&quot; Rainbow asked, intertwining her fingers as she leaned forward. &quot;Do you just like it, or do they do something special so that it isn't so bad?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could tell that the other girls had questions on their lips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A LOT of questions</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon, obviously trying not to smile as he dug your grave deeper and deeper, shrugged</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There's a lot of reasons why I like it I guess,&quot; he said. &quot;I like to feel their legs against my head, squeezing it. I like feeling them buck their hips against my face and running their fingers through my hair.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What about the taste?&quot; Minuette whispered</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A lot of the time, as long as they aren't eating anything TOO shitty, their cum doesn't taste like anything,&quot; your mate answered. &quot;Sometimes it's a little sweet though. Poof usually tastes the best, Sonata the worst, and grump here is in the middle, if I had to rank &quot;em.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls' nodded their heads dumbly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And do you do it all the time like Aria says?&quot; one of them--whose name that you couldn't remember for the LIFE of you--asked</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon's lips twitched as he looked over at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just frowned at him, steeling yourself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Not ALL the time. I'm not some sex slave or anything like that,&quot; he said, not looking away from you. &quot;But if they ask I usually won't say no. Hell, every once in awhile I'll give one of the girls a nice good morning present when I'm in the mood.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Rainbow nodded slowly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh...&quot; she said, sounding as small. &quot;Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hmm?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Do you got any advice to get a guy to... you know, since you're being so chatty about it and all...?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Popping another cookie into his mouth, Anon leaned back against his chair, thoughtfully humming</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls leaned forward even more, so close that you could feel someone breathing down your neck</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though that might just be Death</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or Adagio</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At this point you might prefer the first option</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Well, there's all of no-brainer stuff: wash yourself, don't eat shitty food, shave down there if your guy doesn't want to dive into a jungle,&quot; your mate said after a moment. &quot;But there's other things too.They shouldn't be doing it because they think that they owe you, and you shouldn't blow them because you want something. It shouldn't be a give or take. You should do it because you want that person to feel good. You want to have the person feel so comfortable around you that they'd let you do something so intimate and... close with them.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon looked over at you once again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This time, he was smiling</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You did not like that smile even a little bit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh here we go...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;They should want to do it, and you should want to do it, because you have some real affection for that person.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With the hand that was holding yours, he gestured toward you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Take grump here for example. Sure, she's a bit of a pain in the ass at times, and there's days that I'd like to push her off a roof, and she can get a little... grabby, and the temper...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon's smile widened as he brought your hand to his lips and gave the back of it a sweet kiss</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Grump here, like my other girls, like me, like all of you, have faults and quirks and little mannerisms that make them who they are, but all the same, I love all three of them from the bottom of my heart.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wat?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a moment, you forget to breath as your mate stared back at you with those shining green eyes of his</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could feel your face becoming flush all the way down to your neck</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;T-That jerk!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why w-would he f-fucking say something like t-that?!</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon, it seemed, wasn't done yet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's not just because I enjoy feeling their legs squeeze my head or because I like the way that they taste. I also like the stuff afterward.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That smile turned mischievous</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Whenever we have a little fun, grump here is as affectionate as can be. We'll just lie together, her head against my chest so she can hear my heartbeat--&quot;</span><br />&quot;I-I don't do that!&quot; you quickly shouted, reddening<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She also really likes to play footsies with me and hold one of my hands against her chest. And speaking of the handholding--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tried to jerk Anon toward you, so that you could SHUT the dummy UP</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your strength, it seemed, was a little lax today</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Usually you'd be able to pick him up with a single hand, but now you could barely nudge him</span><br />&quot;S-Shut up...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;--Grump here loves to hold hands. Adagio and Sonata might like to sit in my lap, but whenever grump sees me she HAS to hold my hand.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tugged on his hand harder</span><br />&quot;I. DO. NOT!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;She always likes to do this thing where she rubs her thumb against the back of my hand.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;SHUT. IT!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;If you haven't see it, just watch us when we're walking through the halls. I swear to god that it's the cutest thing that you'll ever--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a battlecry, you leapt from your chair and into Anon's lap</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Wrapping your arms around his head, you cocked your head back and gave him a headbutt that would have knocked an Ursa Major flat on its ass</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Except you didn't</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your forehead gently bumped against your mate's as you glared at him</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon just continued to stare back at you as your grip on his neck tightened so that you enveloped him</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;T-There...</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That'd teach &quot;em...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dagy s-shouldn't be letting him run his mouth l-like this anyway...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You girls might never find a guy that'll go down on you all day, everyday, and that's fine. You should respect your partner's wants. But if you really care about that person, and they really care about you--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You released the breath that you didn't know that you were holding as Anon wrapped his arms around your middle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;--Then something like them not going down on you enough shouldn't even be an issue. Right, grump?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You, as red as a tomato, looked at the crowd around you--which looked a LOT bigger at the moment, by the way</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were expecting ridicule</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For them to start poking fun</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you didn't hear any of that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The entire cafeteria was silent</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every girl around you was staring at the two of you with wide, pain-filled eyes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could see the want on their face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The desire to have what you have</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The desire to be...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Loved like you were</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In that deadly quiet room that stank of processed &quot;meats&quot; and other foul, unnatural things, you heard a sniffle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And, if you didn't know any better, you'd say that the sniffle came from somewhere very close to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Very close</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pressed yourself closer to your mate</span><br />&quot;Y-You're the worst,&quot; you whispered. &quot;I s-should get up and s-smack the shit out of you u-up and down this c-cafeteria for s-saying this s-shit...&quot;<br /><br />Anon kissed the tip of your nose<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh really?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah. Adagio hasn't been k-keeping you in line, and s-someone needs to do it, you d-dick.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon kissed your nose</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You, furious, leaned back and darted for his neck</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Opening your mouth, you made to bite down on it with so much force that he'd be yelping and begging you to stop</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But your jaw, for some reason, could only apply enough pressure for a nibble</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A gentle nibble</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon's grip on your tightened</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;A lot of fellas never get the chance to meet their queens,&quot; he said aloud. &quot;I was lucky enough to meet three of them.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tried to bite his neck again, fumbling it so badly that it became a kiss</span><br />&quot;I h-hate you so f-fucking much,&quot; you mumbled, blinking away the tears that someone was putting in your eyes<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were g-going to have to find them a-and kick their a-ass</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;H-Hard</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Anon hummed, rubbing his cheek against yours</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I love you, Aria Blaze,&quot; he whispered. &quot;You might be a pain in my ass, and you might be a grump most of the time, but I love you. Don't you forget that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't say anything</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing needed to be said</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just closed your eyes, ignoring the tears making their way down your cheeks, and nuzzled closer to him</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you finally found your voice, it was only filled with curses of hate and loathing</span><br />&quot;I-I love you too. J-Jerk.&quot;</div></div>




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