> A Tight Problem
>  by Fifty Shades of Yellow
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> Prologue
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	It has been a very uncomfortable day for you. Your aunt gave you a pair of clothes for your birthday. They were fine, excluding the skinny jeans that she included in the package. You wanted to give those back, but your mom threw out a slight temper tantrum, complaining that your aunt gave you the best pair of jeans that are out there in the market. Maybe the best for females and questionable guys, but that didn't stop you from wearing them, because she would've grounded you for a month if you refused to wear it for at least a day. Some people smirked, but that didn't keep your spirits down, it was the clinging fabric that was upsetting you. What made matters worse is that there is barely any room for your junk, especially when you see some cute chick in the hallway, you did your best to cover your erection. Norman took note of this and played it to his advantage by notifying you when a nice classmate rolls by. At least that's all over, now you just need to head home. You and Norman leave the school and notice that Rainbow Dash is going up against Lightning Dust in a one-versus-one soccer match in the field.

"Hey, check it out." Norman points at Rainbow Dash chasing down Lightning Dust. "What do you think that's going on over there?"

"Beats me." You answered with no interest, doing your best to brush the topic away.

"Come on, let's check it out." He pushes you. You were about to say yes, until you notice Rainbow Dash's friends sitting at the bleachers. At that moment, you knew what he wanted to do.

"No way, asshole." You crudely respond.

"You sure? I'm buying pizza if you do it." He sticks out an open hand, proposing a hand shake to seal the deal. Hmmm, some pepperoni slices sitting on a layer of melting cheese does sound good right now.

"Fine." You grumble out while shaking his hand.

"Cheer up." He pats you on the back and guides you to the field. "We'll be in and out before you know it."

"We better, for your sake." The two of you approach Rainbow’s friends that are watching the ongoing game. You take some deep breaths through your nostrils and prepare the encounter.

”Hey girls.” Norman announces to the group. “What’s going on?” All of them turn to look at your friend, but quickly notice you and your slick pair of pants. They give you some sort of gaze that disturbs you. The mutt that’s sitting next to them is more skeptical, rather than… whatever the girls are expressing. ”Uhm, hello?” Norman tries to get their attention.

”Hmm? Oh, they are competing over who gets to be the first captain that picks the students tomorrow.” The white one finally answers. The rest of her friends quickly snap out of it and avert their attention to the game. Two of them are embarrassed, whereas the other two try to play it cool. The dog looks at them and raises an eyebrow.

”Alright, thank you ladies.” And just like that, Norman guides you off the field. “See? It wasn’t so bad, right?”

“I guess.”

”Good, then you won’t mind that I say that your erection is easily seen through your pants.”

“What?!” You shout out when looking down to see a noticeable bulge lined around your erected dick. He laughs and holds his jacket to keep his sides together. 

”Hey, you’ve earned it. Let’s go get you that pizza, maybe that’ll get your mind off of it.” It better, because you’ll make him choke on that beanie.
> Modeling
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	The next day…

You slam your locker and head for your first class of the day. Yesterday was rough, but at least today will be better. Now that you are free from those awful skinny jeans, you can wear the usual bullshit.



”Yoo-hoo!” That white one from yesterday’s humiliation calls you out while waving her hand. You look around, making sure that she isn’t calling someone else out. She smiles as you approach her. ”Hello, my dear. I shall quickly go through my purpose so that you could hurry on back to class.”

“Okay.”

”My name is Rarity, and I would like for you to model some articles of clothing for me.” You raise an eyebrow, thinking that this is some sort of ploy.

“What’s the catch?”

”Oh, no catch at all. If you desire some sort of payment, I could offer you to make some article of clothing. After we are all done, of course.” So she’s basically offering you a free shirt that she made. Doesn’t sound so bad.

“Sure, that seems fine.” She claps.

”Wonderful! Come by room 312 tomorrow after school. Oh, and do try to wear those jeans from yesterday so that I can get some precise measurements, okay?”

“Uh--” Before you could say anything, she walks away and is lost in the sea of students. Something about her request puts you in a strange spot. Whatever, you’ll deal with it after you do her bidding.

The next day…

You had down the hallway, looking for the room that the designer told you to go for. 310… 311… There it is, 312. Let’s see on what she wants for you to try out. Before you do anything else, you tug on your crotch to give it some breathing room before it’s too late. You would have been royally fucked if you didn’t give your buddy a chance to get comfortable beforehand. With a sharp exhale, you grab the door handle and prepare for the worst. The first thing that you notice when entering the room are the countless racks scattered around, all of them holding various articles of clothing.

”Is that my missing thimble, Sweetie? You know that I can’t finish--” She shouts out from the back of the rows of dresses and stops when she moves them aside to see you. “Oh. Well then, while my sister is looking for a crucial item, we’ll get down to business.” She brushes her skirt while guiding you over to a row of selected clothes, all categorized by colour.
”Before we start, I’ll need your measurements.” Without a word, you nod and happily obliged by standing straight. ”Actually, could you open your legs up? I need to see it in a more natural state.”

“Sure?” You skeptically replied. You shift around and do so, while she unravels her measuring tape. Everything seems to be going well. She noted down your waist, now all she needs is your length. As she was doing so, you felt that she was going for a different type of length.

”Hmm, interesting.” She whispers to herself, sliding her hand around your groin. 



”Hey Rarity, I found--” A girl that looks a lot to be her sister barges in, holding up a tiny metal item in her hand. She stops herself when she looks at you, then to her sister that is kneeling down to be at a questionable height with a very questionable manner. Rarity turns around and doesn’t hesitate when getting up.

”I was measuring, Sweetie Belle!”

”Sure…” She lightly responds to Rarity’s rapid excuse.

”I was!” She almost shouted out when marching over.

”I wasn’t denying it. At least lock the door or something.” Rarity snatches the thimble out of her hand and pushes her outside. She slams the door and lock it, taking heed of her sisters advise.

”There. Where were we?”

“I’m sure you have my measurements, so let’s get this over with.”

”But darling, I still need some time to get the exact--”

“Just bring out your inventory, I have to be somewhere later.”

”Oh.” She was taken aback by your sudden interruption. “I suppose we can go along with just the waist size for now.”

After some mismatched tryouts and one hour wasted away with different shirts, pants, and some bizarre exceptions, you were done and parted ways with her.

”Wait!” She stops you to hand you a slim fit dress shirt. “From our agreement. It even suits you, if you’re ever in the mood to go out with a certain someone.” She teasingly adds on.

“Thanks.” And with that, you leave the room, taking one last look at her before you close the door. She was partially distraught by your blankless appreciation.



Half an hour later, Norman meets up with you at a boba tea lounge in downtown.

”So, how’d it go?” He asks when sipping some sort of blended cereal milkshake.

“It went well. It was weird and a bit awkward, but it went well.”

”How was it weird?”

“Her sister walked in when she was trying to get a feel on me.” He almost choked on his milkshake when he heard the last part of your sentence.

”Hold on, did you just say that?”

“Yeah. She was trying to get some measurements, but was actually trying to get around there.”

”No wonder why that you’re wearing those awful jeans once more.” He chuckles out.

“Shut up. At least NOW I’m done with these things.” You rub your suffocating ass on the wooden chair.

”You may never know.” He points his shake at you.

“Pfft.” You scoff at him. “I just want to bury these jeans under all of the clothes that I never use in the very back of my closet. At least I will never have to--”

”Heya Nonny!” A pink girl jumps out of nowhere. She looks awfully familiar, almost as if she was one of those girls that was back at the bleachers the other day.



“Do I know you?”

”Of course not! My name’s Pinkie Pie, and I wanted to invite you over to help me make some pies!”

“I’m not so sure if I want to.” You uncomfortably respond to her idea.

”You sure? I’ll bake you the sweetest, tastiest pie of your choice!" Homemade sweets? How can you say no?

“Alright, you got me.”

”Ohhh! I just know that we’re going to have a great time!” She pulls out a napkin from the dispenser on the table and pen out of the back of her skirt. “There you are!” She hands it over to you. “Head over after school, the sooner the better!” She gleefully says when heading off. ”Wear something that you wouldn’t mind getting messy in!” She yells out when heading out of the restaurant. Norman looks over, raising an eyebrow.

”Well that was… strange.”

“See? Something tells me it has to do with these damn jeans.” You point at the shitty fabric wrapped around your legs.

”What do you have to complain about? Two chicks are interested in you!”

“Yeah, but they aren’t my type.”

”Well, what is your type, anyways?” You smirk before taking a sip out of your vanilla milkshake. ”Cheeky cunt.”

“You’ll just have to find out.”

”Can I at least guess?”

“Sure, but I won’t break that easily.” He groans.

”I’ll get a list.”

“Make it right now, I have all the time in the world.” You say with a smug on your face.
> Baking
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	The next day rolls on by, and with another day that you wear these fucking skinny jeans. She did say wear something that you wouldn’t mind getting dirty in, and you actually give a shit about the other pairs of pants. You wear a rugged, washed out shirt and faded sneakers for situations like this, so you’re set. As you’re about to knock on her door, it swings open. You stop your fist mid-air, avoiding a close call from punching her in the face.

"Oh, hello, Pinkie!” She giggles from you spontaneous outburst that you would call a greeting.



”Come on in, silly!” She waives her hand inward, directing you to enter her home. You do so and follow her into the kitchen. Pie pans, sacks of flour, mixing bowls, a rolling pin, and bowls of mixed fruit. ”Looks like you’re ready for it. All you need is to wash your hands and we’ll be set!” You nod and head over to the sink to wash your hands. ”Oh, and you might want to splash some water on your face, because it’s going to get HOT in here!” She warns you while preheating the oven.

“Can’t we open the windows up?”

”I wish.”

“Why do you say that?”

”They are supposed to slide open, but they are rusted to a point that it’s nearly impossible to make it budge!” You groan out of the inevitable misery these next few hours you’re going to go through. ”Cheer up! We’re going to have fun!” She grabs your shoulders and shouts with joy. “Trust Pinkie Pie to give you a fun time!”

After two hours, you decided that this is a fucking dreadful time. It’s hot as a freaking oven in here! The water coming from the sink can do so much to cool you down, and Pinkie wasn’t kidding about the windows in the kitchen, these things refuse to budge. Pinkie Pie pulls out a set of pies from the shitbox that she calls an oven, whereas you continue to splash some water on your face. ”Whoo-wee! Sure is hot in here, huh?” She says with enthusiasm that boggles your mind.

“Pinkie, I think we need to leave and take a break.”

”I’m afraid that we can’t do that!”

“Why not?!” You plead out for mercy.

”Because, we still got a whole lot of batches to go through!” She somehow still says it with cheer in her voice while putting in a few more pies in the already. You sigh, wishing that this would be all over. ”Hey now, don’t be so upset!” That’s an understatement right there. You start to regret doing this. ”Let Pinkie here think of something to get you to take your mind off of it.” She grabs a jar of icing mix and directly eats out of it, thinking over on what to do with you. ”I KNOW!” She opens up a door to a cabinet and pulls out a boombox.



What the…? She begins to dance along the beat, while gliding her hands down her body. Wait a minute… This song...
”Come on, Nonny! Let’s dance!” Welp, this is it. You never thought that you would die while listening to this fucking song, along with a pink girl that’s stripping to it. Wait, what? You take a good look and notice that Pinkie Pie threw off her apron, and is sliding right out of her shirt and skirt. Now she’s in nothing but a blue thong and bra. ”Don’t leave me hanging, Nonny!”



“Can we slide open the door!?” You nearly shout as she turns the dial.

”What?! You need help with taking your clothes off?! Okay!” You back away as Pinkie rushes over to you, but she trips over a used pan, causing the icing mix to fly out of her hand. It lands on your abdomen and makes a sticky streak down to your crotch.
”Whoops! Here, I’ll clean that up for you!” You continue to back away, but stop when your rump hits the counter. Some of the pies slide away when you backed onto them. ”Don’t worry about the pies! We’ll make room for ourselves!” She gloats out when kneeling down to undo your pants. “Jeez, Nonny. These really are tight!” She exclaims when tugging them down. 



No, fuck this. You’ve had it with her antics. You look over to the side and notice that the boombox is within arms reach. While she's trying to get your jeans below your knees, you reach over to grab the boombox. Pinkie stops for a moment to look at you. ”Nonny? What are--” Before she could even finish, you chuck it at a window, causing it to shatter and the music to slowly fade away until it completely stops with a loud crash. She doesn’t struggle when getting up to see the mess that you’ve made.

”NONNY! That was Limestone’s!” She cries out.

“And?”

”She-- You-- The window--” She stops to look around, ending by looking at you in shock. “Oh man, my family is going to be very upset about this! I don’t think I’ll be able to invite anyone over for a long time!” She complains.

“I’m sorry.” You give out a half-hearted apology. She sighs while you pull up your pants.

”Just, take any of the pies and go.” You grab a pie from the counter and check to make sure it doesn’t have any glass shards inside of it before heading out. You walk by the shattered boombox and continue on walking home, but stop when someone calls you. You pull out your phone and see that it’s Norman. Fucking hell, what does he want? You pick up and listen.

”Hey man! How’d it go?”

“Not so well.”

”What did you do? You just had to make pies.”

“It’s a long story, and my phone is about to die.” You lie, hoping that he wouldn’t catch you.

”Don’t worry, I called to make sure that it was you.”

“What?”

”Look to your left.” You do and notice Norman is about to cross the street. Son of a bitch...

”Hey, wait up!” He shouts when crossing over. You allow him to catch up, thinking that it’s better to act cool, rather than running away and to leave a trail of spaghetti. ”Woah, you look like hell.”

“Thank you for stating the obvious.”

”Seriously, what happened?”

“If you want to know so badly, you’re buying me a drink.”

Some time has passed, leading you and Norman at the center of the mall. You take a sip out of your lemonade and walk away from the food stand. ”There, satisfied?”

“It could use some more sugar.” He chuckles when punching your shoulder. You enjoy messing around with him, and vice versa. But it looks like you still have to fulfill your part of the deal. 

”Now that you have that drink, want to tell me what happened a few hours ago?” You sigh.

“If you want to know, it went from baking to a literal hot box.”

”You’re joking.”

“Why else did I look more red than some woman's period blood?” He cringes at the imagery you painted out for him.

”I’m going to need more than that on why you look like you took a long walk down a desert.” You guide him over to a bench and prepare to tell him the ‘fun times’ you had with Pinkie.

After a good five minutes, you explained to him about the entire shitfest. He stares at you, wondering if what you’re saying is true.
”Dude, first the white chick rubbing you down, now this?”

“I know. You’d think that this would all be in a wet dream.”

”You’re telling me.” 

”Hey, you!” The two of you look to the side to see some orange country girl approaching. ”I’ve heard about what you did to my friend, and I think that’s mighty terrible.”



“Look, it’s not my fault when I couldn’t even open up a fucking window!”

”Yes, yes. But now, I reckon that she wants you to help her pay for the window.”

“Like that’ll ever happened, I’m broke.”

”Now hold up, city slicker, I’m actually here to help you out.” Oh boy, here we go. You wonder on what she’s going to offer you. ”If you help me clean up the apple fields tomorrow, I’d be more than happy to pay off that broken window.” At this point, what do you have left? You look at Norman, hoping if he could bail you up.

”Don’t look at me, bro. This is all on you.” Great, you can always rely on him.

”So, how about it?” She sticks out her hand, expecting you to shake it.

“One question; how did you know about this?”



”Word travels fast here, sugarcube.” She giggles her arm around, still leaving her offer up there. You reach out and grab her hand, shaking it. ”Great! Meet me at my house at sunrise tomorrow!”

“But, it’s a Saturday.”

”Exactly! It’s going to take us the entire day to get us to get a good chunk of the work done. Normally I would do this with my sis and big brother, but they have their own plans.” Those two will most certainly have a wonderful time in compared to what you're going to do. She stops the handshake and walks away, leaving you with your confused friend.

”Do you ever think that the stars are aligned, or some cosmic shit that’s going on?”

“No, why do you say that?”

”Dude, two girls just offered themselves and you pushed them away. Are you sure that you want to let this one go as well?” You take a sip out of your lemonade and think about it for a while.
> Harvesting
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You yawn when looking at the passenger window, watching as the houses pass by and the sun peering over the horizon. Only six hours of sleep and you’re off to that orange girls’ house at the crack of dawn, and on the weekend? This truly is a new type of hell. ”Honestly, if what you’re telling me is true...” Your mother angrily mumbles to you.

“If it wasn’t, I wouldn’t even have bothered to tell you about it.” She sighs, trying to keep her attention on the road.

”Just be happy that your father doesn’t know anything about this.”

“Yet.” You add in, knowing that he’s bound to get wind of this soon enough.

”Look here; if you do this right, and I mean help out with that pink girls window, I’ll forget this ever happened, capiche?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You agree with low energy.

”What was that?” She irritatingly asks when pulling in the driveway.

“Yes, mother.” You appropriately reply, even with a bit of bitterness in your tone.

”Good, call me when it's done.” You open the door and leave the car. ”And try not to break anything this time!” She shouts out before you shut the door. You watch her drive off, thinking how lucky she is on the fact that you didn’t break her window.



”Mornin’ partner!” A familiar jolly voice picks you off guard. You turn around and see that farm girl approaching you… in a blue dress. ”Right, I forgot my manners. The name’s Applejack.” Your main focus is still on why would she even wear that instead of anything else. ”It’s the frilly dress that’s bothering you, isn’t it? I’m actually wearing it because the word on today is that it’s going to be warm out here.” She takes a good look at you. “And it looks like you’re doing the same with them shirt and shorts.” She walks up to you and puts a hand on your shoulder. ”I like a man that’s prepared.” 

She guides you into the barn and grabs out a hedge trimmer. “First things first, we need to get the bushes done. Then we hand pull the weeds from the pavement, and move on to getting the dead branches off the trees.” She hands it over to you and guides you over to the row of bushes. ”And that’s just the beginning for you.”

“Hold up, I’m basically being your gardener for the day?”

”I thought you knew.” She replies with a smirk. “Besides, you don’t know the family way on how to paint the barn properly.”

“Does it involve double coating?”

”Well, yeah, but it’s not as easy at it sounds.”

”Do you go from top to bottom, or bottom to top?”

”Now what does that matter?”

“It does, if you don’t want to get that pretty dress ruined.”

”If I did care about it, I wouldn’t have worn it, now would I?” You can’t doubt that logic. "Well, let's get to it!" She smacks you on the back before walking off, revealing a bit of her assets.



A few hours later...

With a good heave, you drag the very last bale of hay over to the rest. After this, you should be done. Nearly twelve hours of Applejack’s chores have kept you up. Sure, there was a break once every while, but that was barely enough to give you enough energy to continue. You were more than glad when she offered you a sandwich around lunchtime, or else the growling in your stomach would’ve never stop. As you were hauling it over the other bale of hay, the string that was keeping it together rips. Straws of hay scattered around you, leaving you to groan in anguish. Applejack isn’t going to like any of this. Speaking of which, you hear the barn door slide open, allowing a familiar shadow cast over a good portion of the barn.

”How’s it going in here?” Applejack questions you as she’s standing outside, blocking the setting sun.

“Almost done here, just need to clean up the last of this hay.” You gather as much that you can in your arms and try to sculpt it into a cube.

”Heh, it’s fine, sugarcube. Just put it all into a little bush and let’s talk for a bit.” You stop for a moment, pondering over what she wants to talk about. If it’s about your payment, she better not back out on her word, or else that tree sitting on a nearby hill will be the perfect spot for her grave. You sit down, waiting for her to say something. She grabs the end of her dress and fans it out, exposing her plain white panites. ”Quite a day, huh?”

“Yeah… So, what is it that you wanted to talk about?”

”Now, I did say that I would help out with the window, but what about that broken contraption that you tossed out the window?” Oh shit... You completely forgot about that window you smashed open. ”I’ll fill in for that as well.” You think to yourself that there is an ‘if’ coming, isn’t there? ”If,” there it is, “you drop them trousers for me.”

“Um, what?”

”You heard me. Just drop ‘em and let me do the rest.” She crouches down and reaches over for your shorts.

“I don’t think so.” You scoot away, and begin to stand up. She forces you back down and gets on your lap.

”Now what’s the rush? Granny’s asleep and the rest of my family won’t be back for another hour.”

“I’d rather gain my wizard powers rather than give you a shag on this germ infested pile of crap.”

”Uh, who’s getting what now?” You push her off and stand up, making your way towards the barn door. ”Pinkie’s going to be mighty upset over the music box!”

“I’ll live with it!” You yell out, halfway done from leaving her in this barn.

”Guess you leave me with no choice.” A moment later, a loud ripping sound stopped you. Did she just went primal and ripped her dress of? As you were turning around something flies over you and then falls down. Before you know it, you’re trapped in a thick layer of rope. ”Gotcha!” She pridefully says when luring you in with a part of her dress dangling to the side. You tried to fight back, but the rope was too strong and pinned your arms to your waist. ”I love it when they’re playing hard to get!” She shouts out when pulling you in.

You do your very best to anchor your feet down, but it fails as you slide across the floor. Unfortunately, she wins, pulling you back to the messed up pile of hay. ”Ha-ha! Nice try, sugarcube!” She wraps the rope around you and pushes you down. “Now, stop your squirming, I don’t wanna hurt ya.” A different shadow casts over you.

”Applejack?” A young voice interrupts your about-to-be rape session. The two of you look to see a small, young girl that looks a bit like Applejack.

”Apple Bloom!” Applejack scrambles around to get her dress back in place, trying to hide her white bra that matches with her undergarments. “W-why are you home so early?!”

”Sweetie Belle couldn’t hang out anymore because of her sister.”

”What’s Rarity cryin’ over this time?!” She barks out when getting up.

”Sweetie didn’t say, but what I heard from Rarity was something about how much of a failure she was, along with what’s wrong with her makeup, or something.”

”So why are you here!?” With a closer examination, you can see that there’s a bit of duct tape dangling on the back of her dress. Did she plan this out?

”The door is locked and I don’t have the key.”

”Again?!”

”I was in a rush this mornin’!”  As they are arguing, you begin to wiggle around, trying to escape from the rope. Applejack groans.

”Alright, I’m on my way.” You freeze, hoping that she wouldn’t look at your attempt to escape. “I’ll be back, so don’t try anything funny while I’m gone.” She storms out and begins to close the door.

”Did the heat get to you or what?” Apple Boom questions her state of mind.

”Oh shut it.” She slams the barn door shut and locks it.

You waste no time on wiggling around to get out. Damn, she did a good job at this. But that won’t stop you! You thrash around, trying to loosen it up. After a good thirty seconds you stop to check if there was any progress. It didn’t even work in the slightest bit. You go full retard and do it again, but this time, you stand up. You stop after hitting a barrel and tripping over it.

“Argh, what the…?”  You take a look and read out the stamped out words. “APPLE CIDER.” A small flow of it pours out. You get an idea, but you have to act fast. You roll around in the cider, hoping that you'll get some sort of advantage.

A good minute passes by. 

The lock on the barn door jiggles around. ”Alright! Hope you’re ready for the ride of your life time, partner!” Applejack announces when sliding the barn door open. She looks around, only to notice a damaged apple cider barrel still leaking on the ground, some rope scattered across the floor, and you, about to jump through the barn window on the second floor. ”Hold it right there, you slippery varment!” She points at you, slowly exiting through it. 

The only thing that’s down there is a tarp spread out and suspended in mid air by rope and pipes. Fuck it, what do you have left to lose but your virginity if you stay here any longer? You lean out and fall smack dab in the center of the tarp, preventing a fair amount of impact. The rest was cushioned by the sound of a crate or two being crushed from your fall.

“Ouch…” You mumble out, looking at the orange sky right above you. You try to get up, but the immense pain coming from your back and ass slow you down. Once you manage to stand up, you slip on the tarp and land on your knees. You forgot that you’re still soaked in Applejack’s homemade apple cider, so this might be tricky to get off. From the corner of the barn, you hear something rapidly coming towards you.

”Playing hard to get, aren’t ya!?” She laughs. “I like a good chase! It makes the reward all the better!” You slide your way to the end of the tarp and start to run as if there was no tomorrow. She tries to chase you through the tarp, but slips on the small droplets you left from falling. ”Consarn it!” She screams out. You look back to see her face down on the ground. She groans when getting up. “You ain’t getting away that easily, you darn rascal!” She touts out. You can only limp away, still sore from the five meter fall. Applejack slides right past the puddle and gets off the tarp. 

You run off and manage to get to the wooden picket fence. Somehow, she manages to catch up and grabs you from the back. With immense effort, she pulls you away from the fence and tosses you to the ground. A part of your shirt rips apart as you collapse on the grass. ”Looks like we’re doing it out here now!” She raises her hands, ready to rip you apart, but is grounded to a halt when her hands are bounded together by a piece of rope. “What in tarnation?!” You look off to the side and see Apple Bloom holding her sister back with the rope.

”What are you waitin’ for?!” You assume that’s your cue to push back, so you do so and watch her fall down as you get up.

”Apple Bloom! Let me go!” Applejack shouts out as she starts to fight back.

”It’s not gonna happen, sis!” Apple Bloom makes her stand as she does her best to bring Applejack in.

”He’s mine! I caught him fair and square!” You back away and run back to the fence.

”And he doesn’t want any of it!” Apple Bloom voices out your very own thoughts about this situation. You finally slip over the fence and back away from the farm, watching as the sisters argue.

”Just you wait and see! He’ll turn right back around!” Applejack still tries to fight against her own sister by yanking herself away. “Listen, Apple Bloom, you let me go, and I’ll let you have a turn with him, what do ya say?” You notice the clear red blush that’s appearing over Apple Bloom’s face. You take no chances and start to run down the long trail back to the city.

 

For five minutes, you ran as fast that you could. No breaks, and without any means to slow down. By the time that you did stop, you decided to look back. No sign of Applejack or her sister in plain view. You suck in as much air and sit down on the curb. So far, nothing has went your way. All you wanted was to go through one week with nothing going in between you and--

Your phone vibrates. You fear for the worst as you pull it out. As you take a glimpse at the caller and were relieved to see that it was just Norman that was checking in on you. Only issue is that now the screen on your phone is cracked. Looks like a small sacrifice will be made if you want to answer. You take a good amount of air in and glide your finger over the screen. You wince once it's over and rub your index finger with your thumb, keeping the fresh cut open. You do this to keep your mind off of the stress that you're going through.
 
”Hey man, how’s it going?”

“Blood for the blood God…”

”Uh, what?”

“Nothing, just talking to myself.”

”Right…” He skeptically responds.

“I’m losing my fucking mind with these girls!”

”I’m taking that you striked out with the farmer chick now?”

“That bitch went to extreme lengths to have me. She wanted to rape me!” There was a moment of silence.

”Anon, are you feeling well?”

“I’m not crazy, you ignorant bastard!”

”Woah, calm down.”

“I won’t! Not until I get a good, hot shower and a new set of clothes!”

”Sounds like you just worked all day.”

“I did, and I won’t be doing that again soon. Listen, I need a favor from you, can I borrow some clothes and your shower?”

”Dude, I have company over. I can’t just let anyone over.”

“YOU OWE ME YOU GODDAMN SON OF A BITCH!”

”Okay! Shit. But when tomorrow comes, you’re going to tell me everything that happened.”

“Fine, I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” You hang up and put your cracked phone away. Well, at least it can’t get any worse that this, right?


> Cracking
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

You knock on the glass door and it slides open. ”Come on, come on!” Norman drags you in and quickly slides it. “Let’s get you in and out.”

”Norman, what’s going on?!” A feminine voice calls out.

”Nothing! Just, getting a drink!” Norman calls out. “Hurry up, or else this will get messy.” He whispers to you while guiding you down the hallway, but stops when his mother pops around the corner.

”It doesn’t look like you’re getting a glass of water.” She crosses her arms and lies on the wall. “You know how I feel about uninvited guests and lying, Norman.” She approaches you with a stern look on her face. “Why are you here, Mr. Mous? And… why do you smell like liquor?!”

“I swear, it’s not what you think!”

”And I wonder on what your mother would think about this!” She retaliates.

“Please, it’s a long story involving Applejack that I didn’t even know it would turn out like this!"

”Oh, I bet you did! Tell me, she’s that farmer down the road, correct? I wonder on what her grandma will say about this!” Why don’t you broadcast it to the entire world, seeing that you have that broom shoved up your ass?

“What do you want me to do?”

”A bribe? Well, as long that you can fulfill it, I will be more than happy to give Norman a companion for the next few weeks.”

”Mom, I’m not so sure if that’s a good idea.”

”You have no right to say in this, Norman! I mean, a D in Literature? Why must you disappoint us?” At this point, you aren’t so sure how deep that broom is inside her intestine. Norman just stands there, looking at the floor, doing his best to avoid his mom’s wrath. ”Let’s go, you two.” You follow them into the living room and notice a recognizable female with light pink hair patiently sitting in the living room.

”Oh, h-hello.” Oh no. For all that is good and moral in this world, why does it have to involve with her? ”I’m sorry if now’s not a good time. I’ll come back when--”

”Nonsense, Fluttershy. We just so happen to have another volunteer for your shelter.” FUCK. YOU. In the depths of your inner soul, you can hear it scream in anguish. For days on end, you tried to ignore and avoid her. In the classroom, during lunchtime, walking past the statue after school, and some close calls at the mall. For some reason, she pops up at the places that you frequently go to. Norman’s mother guides you to a stool and demands you to sit down, facing the shifty yellow classmate of yours. ”Fluttershy, this is--”

”Anon. I have him for my math class.” She boldly informs Norman’s mother.



”Oh, so you know each other?”

“Barely.”

”But I do know what Anon likes.” You lean forward and arch your head to the side.

”So, what are my interests?”

”Easy! Milkshakes at the Boba Tea Lounge, video games at the GameShop in the mall, pretzels over at the Wonder Snack in the food court, and you sometimes stay on a bench that’s facing in front of Venus Paradise." You almost fall back on the stool that you’re sitting on, shell-shocked on how she precisely nailed down everything that you do at the mall.

"Hold up, isn't that last one a lingerie shop?" Fluttershy nervously rubs her right wrist.

"Y-yes, it is." Now you slightly fear on what your friend thinks about you for staring at an all females clothing store that caters to failing relationships or kinky fucks. Norman and his mother just look at you with a bit of shock and disgust. ”I-I’m sorry, was that too much?” YES!

“A little bit…” 

”So, considering about some crossdressing?” Norman jokingly asks you.

”Norman! Don’t be so demeaning. Whatever Anon does in his spare time isn’t our business. Maybe questionable, but that’s not our involvement.” His mother tries to defend you. All that runs through your head is how are you going to make Norman’s death look like an accident, when that beanie is far down his throat. ”Anyway, what will be the dates and times that Anon and my son will use for the next few weeks?” Norman’s mother asks. You missed out on when she just said that the first time, so you’re going to highlight it right now. FEW WEEKS. Meaning you will constantly interact, work, talk, and whatever else with this she demon! Her friends were optional, but she isn’t. That is, if you want to see the light of day from your parents.

”I’ll let you guys know about it tomorrow.” She hands out the fliers for the animal shelter to you, Norman, and his mother. “For now, I must run off and prepare for tomorrow, I have to be up and early for the animals at the shelter and to hand out even more fliers to the people in downtown.” Looks like you know where to avoid her tomorrow. She gets up and shakes Norman’s hand, along with her mother. You cross your arms, trying to signal her that you weren’t giving her that shit. Instead, she counters it and gives you a hug. A rather tight one at that. You hear her sniffing, slowly getting louder as she keeps on inhaling. ”A-are you alright, Anon? We can talk about it sometime, if you want.”

“I’m fine.” You grumble out. She releases you and crouches down, nearly showing a bit of her cleavage.

”Are you sure? I’d hate to see you end up like this.”



“I am. If something’s wrong, I’ll let you know, alright?” You nearly grind your teeth when telling her how you don’t need her help. 

”Well, okay. I’d hate to see you in a bad mood.” She gets up and waives at everyone before leaving the house.

”So, Anon, care to explain why you’re drenched in alcohol?” Norman’s mother stands at attention, ready to discredit whatever you have to say. But damnit, you are still going to try.

”So it went from breaking Pinkie Pie’s sisters stereo, to a guilt trip that I needed to pay her back for it with Applejack. At first, it was hard labor, but she wanted more from me, and it went to a point that she refused to let me go, until she had it.”

”What would that be?” You shuffle around in your stool.

“Sex.” You hastily answer her question. She scoffs.

”Don’t be so preposterous!”
”I swear on my grandmother's grave, I am not making this shit up!”

”He’s not lying.” Norman jumps in. “Whenever he swears to his dead grandmother, he’s being serious.”

”Well even so, how did you ended up like this?!”

”She hogtied me and left me in the barn when she needed to help her sister inside the house. That was the perfect moment to try and escape, which ended with me smashing into a barrel filled with apple cider and… you can figure out the rest.” Norman’s mother rubs her forehead before sitting down on the couch.

”So, you expect me to believe that this farm girl was about to rape you, and the only way to flee was to roll around in apple cider?”

“I don’t really expect you to believe it, but that is exactly what happened.”

”Wow…” Norman just says when relaxing in his spot.

”I heard enough. Norman, would you kindly show Anon the door?”

”Yes, mother.” The two of you stand up as she pinches the top right corner of her forehead, trying to process the farce you endured. ”Look, do you want to meet up tomorrow? Get a clear understanding about what happened today?”

”The mall, early in the morning.” You rapidly answer him. “And this time, somewhere new.”

You hang around the front of the mall. It has been rough for you during these last few hours. You told your mother that you did the job, and decided to hang out with Norman for a while. Thankfully, the garden hose outside removed the apple cider from your skin, but she questioned on why you were soaking wet. At least you put on a show, arguing that it was hot as hell and you worked to the point of exhaustion. She eased up on you, seeing that you were heated from yesterday. You almost believed that the anger you expressed was genuine. Maybe you’re fooling yourself. But then again, all of this stress is getting to you. These girls are relentless, and now you have to deal with this one for weeks on end, or else your ass in on the chopping block.

You start to pull out your hair, losing your mind on how you’re going to last this long before something drastic happens. ”Hey, dude!” Norman walks up to you, waving his hand to get your attention. “What’s going on? You look like shit.”

“Thanks. That really did make me feel better.” You answer in a bitter tone to your voice.

”It’s a joke, lighten up.”  The jingling of keys can be heard, getting louder and louder with each passing step from a local worker.

”Huh, that’s a first.” Thunderlane comments. “Guessing you guys can’t wait for that sale over in GameStop?”

”Not today, we’re going shoe shopping.” He stops jingling the keys.

”Right… Hope you two get some sick kicks.” He unlock the doors and walks on in.

“Shoe shopping?”

”Hey, you were the one that wanted to go somewhere new this time. What else is there?”

“How about Venus Paradise?” You jokingly say, failing to contain your chuckle.

”If we do, you’re buying me something there.” You and Norman walk on in.

“Looks like someone’s into crossdressing.” He pushes you away. You feel much better with that dumb joke, now all you need is to avoid--

”Hello, would you like to--” You stop and look around the corner to see Fluttershy handing out flyers next to the fountain. ”O-oh! Anon!” She waives a flyer in the air. “Over here!”



You are five seconds away from ripping your eyelids off and swimming inside the bleach-tainted fountain to rid of your burning hatred. She hands the flyer over to a pedestrian and left them alone, allowing you to be her next target, now that you can't just simply evade her. ”I have some good news about the scheduling for the next few weeks!”  You sigh.



”I thought that you would hang around in downtown.”

”I was, but then I realized that it’s going to be a crowded later today, so I thought that I could get a head start in the mall.” Fluttershy approaches you, carefully inspecting your eyes. “Anon, I’m starting to worry about you. Are you sure that everything’s okay?”

“Yeah. I just, need to get something to eat.” You start to walk away, but she jumps right in front of you.

”If you want, I know a good place at the food court that serves free-range chicken meat in their sandwiches.” Oh great, she’s doing that thing.

“What difference does it make that the animals are in a field or being stuck in a cage? Their getting killed one way or another.” She jumps in front of you, clearly upset that you questioned her motives.

”It’s how they were treated is the difference. Even if we eat them, they should at least get better treatments.”

“I really don’t care. As long that I get a juicy chicken sandwich, I’m set.” Norman stands by you, uncomfortably watching you backtalk goody two-shoes.

”But it IS important for the chicken and you! Don’t you worry about what they put into the chickens?”

“Refer to my previous answer.” She grunts.



”Just try it. I’ll even buy you one to see that it’s better.” How can you say no to free food? You and Norman follow her to a place called the Health Bar. Everything on the menu is practically the same. Chicken sandwich, chicken wrap, chicken salad. Everything has chicken or it’s just some vegan shit. 

"How’s it going? What can I get you guys?”

”I’ll have a number nine and… What would you like, Anon?”

“Whatever’s good.”

”Make that two of them.” 

You munch down on your chicken wrap. After a few bites, you can safely say that it’s pretty good. ”So, how is it?” Norman asks on the sidelines.

“It’s okay. Although the lettuce is too crispy.”

”It’s fresh!” Futtershy joyfully states before taking a bite out of her wrap. Yeah, fresh from the freezer. You swallow your food and put the half of it down.

“Back to the main question; how’s our schedule looking?”

”Mmm?” She puts down her food and wipes her mouth with a napkin. “I forgot about that for a while.” She pulls out her backpack and unzips it. What pops out of it is a bunny’s head, curiously looking at your food. “Ah, ah! Sorry, Angel, but you have to stay inside.” Fluttershy pushes the bunny back in and pulls out a piece of paper. ”I scheduled all of us according to our availability.” 

You take a good look and notice that something is off. The list is packed with numerous names, but the time that you’ll arrive to when you’re done is with no one else but Fluttershy. ”It’s the best that I could do, and people didn’t want to switch out of their spots.” She twiddles her fingers around.

“What about Norman?”

”I can’t. My mom wants me to come straight home after I’m done.” Shit, you know his mother is very strict and won’t even change her mind. That means, for two hours each day for the next few weeks, you’ll be working late at night with her.

”It’s not all bad. We can talk to each other and do some stuff to pass the time.” She blushes. “I’m sure we’ll have a good time.”



You squeeze the shit out of the chicken wrap. No. Fuck this. You are DONE. There is no way that you are going to put up with this shit any longer. Fluttershy takes note that not only that you are squeezing the food out of the chicken wrap, but it’s starting to shake around. ”A-Anon?”

“I can’t take it anymore! I’m NOT going to do this!” You shot out and slam your fist on the table. Some of the food spills out of the wrap as it’s treated as a stress ball. Fluttershy puts her arms up to cover her head, doing her best to prevent any of the lettuce landing on her.

”B-but, what about our arrangement?”

“Fuck the arrangement, and fuck you!” She’s mortified by your sudden outburst and resentment for the shelter.



”I… I don’t know what to say.” Norman just sits on the sidelines, sipping his soda as you’re unleashing hell on Fluttershy.

“How about nothing, and just fuck right off?!” Fluttershy starts to tear up, completely heartbroken from your cruel words.

”W… what did I ever do to you?!”

“You became involved, and that was the last thing that I ever wanted to deal with! I don’t want to clean a bunch of filthy, drooling shits and I most certainly don’t want to deal with the likes of YOU!” Tears start to slide out of her eyes as she tries to wipe them off.

”I didn’t know that you felt this way!” She cries out.

“You didn’t? How about the countless times that I tried to avoid you, or how about the times that I purposefully ignored you? How about that one time in math class where I barely talked to you when we became partners!?” What little there is in the crowd, people are gazing at the scene that you’re making.

”I-I wish that…” She takes a moment to use a napkin to clean her face. “J-just tell me! I-I could be a good girl!”

“Why don’t you JUST GET OUT OF HERE!?”  You push your chair away and stand up, scaring Fluttershy off of her seat and causing her to fall out of it. She exclaims as she's falling while holding her backpack up to keep it safe. It costs her a few scraps around her arms and a good cut on her leg. She does her best to sit up and looks at the damage that you inadvertently caused. You take a moment to realize on what you’ve done, and relinquish your fury. “Fluttershy?” You calmly asked.



She puts the backpack up to cover her face. She weeps when getting up while putting the backpack on before running away. Before she does, you see the zipper being undone on her backpack. The rabbit shakes its paw at you, expressing his anger before zipping it back up. You watch as she runs away until she turns around the corner of a pillar, hiding away from your view.

”What did you do?”

“I stood up for myself.”

”Are you insane?!” That’s a good question. You can’t even answer that yourself. All you can do is look at him and go back to sit in your chair. ”Do you even realize on what you just did?!”

“Yeah, I lost my chances with Rainbow Dash.”
> Ending
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

A security guard approaches you and demands that you leave the mall for the day due to “disturbing the peace.” At least he didn’t make you cleanup the mess that you caused. What’s worse than the bits of chicken and lettuce scattered around is the trail of tears Fluttershy left behind. Screw it, you’ll let the janitor worry about that. Besides, you have other things to worry about now. Your deal to Norman’s mother is in ruins, there’s a good chance that you won’t even go out with Norman for the rest of the school year. Actually, maybe for the rest of your high school life, since you didn’t exactly tell your mother about how the barn was handled. What worries you the most is what Rainbow Dash might see about you, now that you made one of her closest friends run off and crying. 

The only thing that does comfort you right now is hanging out with Norman. At least it’s good to see a friendly face. You’re going to make the use of this before arriving home later today, because who knows if you’ll ever see Norman again after today. And if your parents don’t rip you a new one, you’re most certain that Rainbow Dash will.

”This is getting out of control.” Norman states out the obvious to you, walking along the side of the pathway.

“I know, but something tells me that it’s going to be over soon.”

”How do you know that? You burned every bridge for the last week!”

“I still have you.”

”Yeah, about that…”

“No, don’t do this to me, man.”
 
”Dude, an entire week of girls tried to jump down in your slim pair of pants, and you rejected every single one of them for Dash!?”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

”Maybe you’re right, I didn’t understood it back at the Boba Tea Lounge, and I sure as hell don’t understand it to this day.”

“Of course you wouldn’t.”

”What does that mean?” He irritatingly asked.

“Dash means something to me, not a surprise that you would stoop down to those sluts.” He stops walking. “What?”

”Not cool, man.”

“Come on, it’s just a joke.”

”Dude, they saved the school more times than I cared to count. Plus, those chicks were practically begging for you to take them.”

“And that doesn’t strike you that it might be a concern there?”

”Damn, I didn’t expect for you to be this picky.”

“And I didn’t expect for you to be this pathetic.” In plain view, you can see that he took your insult very close to heart.

”You know what? Good luck with getting Rainbow Dash, you’re really going to need it, now that you are on your own.” He flails his hand back at you and walks away.

“Fine! Not like you were that much of a help for the last few days!”

”Who else is going to listen about your bullshit? Your parents?! HA!”

“I don’t need you, or anyone to help me out!”

”We’ll see about that! You deserve everything that’s coming to you, and then some!”

“And a big FUCK YOU TOO THEN, ASSHOLE!” He walks away, without another word. When you look to your left, you see an elderly old woman sitting on a bench with a bag of popcorn, staring at you.

”I’ll listen, if you want.” You waive at her and apologize for being so rude.

”Possibly another day, ma’am. Enjoy your bird watching.” And with that, you leave the park.

You toss in your history book and look around for your math book. After checking that it isn’t noticeable in the surface, you dig in and search for it. It hasn’t been the same since last night. Scratch that; nothing has been the same ever since you wore those skinny jeans from last week. You lost your best friend, the most popular girls in the school without a doubt hate you, and your parents will scorn you for not just your high school life, but until the day that you die. They were displeased with your actions and behavior for the last few days. 

Destroying someone else's property a few times, irrational drama being tossed around, you being marinated in alcohol. It was more than enough for them to lecture you for a good hour, along with the confiscation of your phone, TV, video games, internet, even hanging out with Norman. You told them about what happened between you and Norman and they were stunned for a moment, but didn’t buy it for a moment until they called Norman’s mother to confirm that you two weren’t hanging out anymore. Your parents laid back on going out, even though Norman was your close and only friend to hang out with. Looks like you’ll be sipping a nice milkshake alone for a long time. 

You finally manage to find your math book and pull yourself out of your locker. Just as you stand up, someone slams it shut in the sidelines.

”So, you like making people cry, huh?” Rainbow Dash walks in front of you with her arms crossed and a look that reads ‘You’re dead’


"What makes you think that you could make my best friend cry and you could just get away with it?"  Being so upset that you have to deal with this now, you sigh out of disbelief.

“Look, Dash--”

”No, YOU listen here; when you start to pick on my friends, I come in and talk some sense into you.” She slams her fist on the locker. “And by talk, I mean a beat down from me.”

“Dash--”

”I’m not done here.” She cuts you off again. “If you try to talk to Fluttershy again, or even just look at her, I will gut you like a stuck pig.”

“I didn’t--”

”What? Mean to be a total tool? Be a moron and snap at the nicest people in school?” You start to ball your fist. No, not now. Not with her.

“You just don’t get it.”

”I think I do. As if I would take anything else that would be true from the likes of you.”


“And what did I do, huh?!”

”A number of things for the last week; destroyed Pinkie Pie’s boombox, being a thankless jerk with Rarity, screwing up Applejack’s farm. You know, that’s more than enough reasons to hate you, you know.” So, not only did her friends give her the watered down version, but now she admits her distaste for you? Alright then, you may as well let out all of the cards on the table. You don’t even care if it’s in the middle of school time, not like anything matters to you as of this moment.

“And I can’t believe I had a crush on you for months!” She raises an eyebrow.

”Wait, what?”

“That’s right. I went to all of your games and cheered for you like a madman, I love your rough, snarky attitude and your long, Rainbow hair flowing as you run around the field.” You start to pour out everything, lost from all the adrenaline and speeding thoughts that are whizzing by you. “And, the way how you punt that soccer ball every time you get close enough to the goal post. And I’m sure that no one mentioned it, but I will; I love it how your voice cracks every once in awhile!”  She just stands there, wide eyed and embarrassed from listening on what you had.

”Y-you actually like my voice when it cracks?” She mumbles out.


”Ahem!” You turn to the side and see Principal Celestia calling for your attention. ”If there’s a problem, the two of you could continue this in my office.” She suggests. 

”No, there’s no problem here, right?” Rainbow Dash answers. You dot your eyes between the two, unsure on passing it by, or taking it any further.

”So, Mr. Mous? What do you have to say?” The principal demands for your input. Rainbow Dash did back down, right before the principal jumped in. Maybe now she sees more than what's on the surface.

“We’re fine.”

”Okay then. But, if I see this again, you two will have to serve detention.” She threatens you before walking away. The students slowly go back to doing their daily routine before heading back to class, leaving you and Dash out in the hallway.

”I never had someone that would…” She stops herself, thinking over her next move. “Can we finish this up later, I need to head for class because my parents need me to get my attendance up.”

“Sure, where?”

”You know where.” She says with a smirk.

It’s 3:40 and you’re sitting on the field near the school. You have been waiting on the soccer pitch for the last half hour, still expecting Rainbow Dash to show up. Maybe she bailed and thought that what you said back in the hallway was nothing but shit. You look at the empty parking lot, then at the cars passing by the school. Maybe she bailed?

”Yo!” You turn around and see Rainbow waiving at you. What trails right behind Dash is her friends, all awkwardly trying to look away from your general direction. You approach them with caution, wondering why they are here. ”I know, you’re wondering why they are here. It’s because they have something to say to you.” She moves aside and watches them try to make eye contact with you.

”I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable.” Rarity apologizes with discomfort.

”And I’m sorry for getting touchy with you.” Pinkie chimes in.

”And I’m sorry for treating you like cattle.” Applejack throws out her countryism. Fluttershy stares at the ground, but forces herself to look up. 

”And… I’m sorry for--”

“I’m the one who should be apologizing.” All of them look at you in shock. “I’m sorry for the way that I acted with each of you. Being a dick that didn’t properly thank you, smashing your window, driving a wedge in your family, and most of all, making you cry back in the mall.” None of them know what to say, so you break the ice with them. “Everyone’s at fault here.”

”Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Rainbow Dash declares for her friends. “I swear, they way that they acted, and the way that you acted is just weird. All because of a pair of jeans?”


”But you need to see him wear them!” Pinkie defends her irrational behavior.

”It’s just divine to view him model such a pair of fabric.” Rarity goes on. 

”It is a sight to see, Dash.” Applejack follows along. Fluttershy mumbles something while hiding behind her hair. 

”What was that, Fluttershy?” Rarity asks from the other side of the group.

”I...” The rest was barely audible.

”Louder, sugarcube.”

”I wanted to…” The rest was still mumbled to a point that it was

”Out with it, Shy!” Rainbow impatiently demands her to properly say it.

”Iwantedtofeelit!” She hesitantly speaks out. She tries to cover her face when everyone begins to stare at her in shock.

”Wh-wait a minute; what did you guys truly mean about Anon back in the group chat?” Rainbow jarring asks her friends.

”Well, the things is that… how can we put it delicately?” Rarity twiddles her index fingers while thinking about the issue.

”That fella has a nice rattlesnake inside his britches!” Applejack answers without a problem. Now everyone is focusing on her instead of Fluttershy. ”What? It’s the truth!” She angrily stands her ground.

”Okay, this has been the issue for the last week?”

”Yes!” The four girls unanimously answer Rainbow Dash.

“So, you girls came out here to apologize?”

”And to tell Rainbow the truth.” Rarity adds in.

”It was more than an apology.” Pinkie Pie continues on why she’s here. “We just so happen to hear about some kind of an outburst between you and Dash, and we couldn’t let you guys fight over our mistakes!”

”It was, at first.” Rainbow Dash turns around to look at you. “Turns out that lover boy here likes me.” You can almost hear four hearts simultaneously break when they hear about the news.

”Y… you like--”

”Rainbow Dash!?” Rarity furiously cuts off Fluttershy’s bewilderment. “WHY!?”

”Hold on, maybe this devil with a pipe cleaner might have an answer.”

”He likes a lot of things about me that people don’t like.” She smiles and blushes before turning back around to see her friends. Many of them quickly stop their disappointment/disbelief and are stunned to witness Rainbow’s different appearance. 


”I suppose… whatever Anon does see is true.” Rarity reluctantly gives up on the whole subject.

”Well I’ll be.” AJ mutters out.

”Dashie and Nonny sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i…” As Pinkie teases you and Rainbow, you look over to see Fluttershy trying to hide her tears away. It barely moves you, even though your suspicions on her certainly weren’t wrong back at the mall. Still, it does eat a part of you on how you made her cry twice. No matter, she’ll get over it. At least, you hope that she does. What grounds you is when Rainbow smacks Pinkie on the shoulder and tries to put on a serious face while doing so. ”What?! I like the idea of planning your wedding!” She cheerfully shouts out before getting another, much more harder smack. “Ow!” Fluttershy winces in the corner of your eye, still hiding behind her friends.

”I still can’t get over this.” Dash brings out the old topic that should’ve been left dead. “Pants?! I need to see this.”

“Not in a million years.”

”Come on, not even for me?” She teases while her friends watch out of amusement.

“You’re really eager about this, aren't you?”
”Hmm, tell you what--” She bends down to take out a soccer ball from her backpack. “Best two out of three wins.”

“What do I get if I win?” You cross your arms, getting suspicious over her argument.

”We go out on a date. Time and place is all your choice.” She holds the soccer ball in an intimidating manner. “If I win, you show off those pair of jeans my friends keep on bragging about.” It’s a tough pill to swallow, but if you want to take a chance with Dash, than this is it. ”So?” She holds the soccer ball in her left arm, extending out her right arm to demand a handshake. You grab it and give it a shake.

“Deal.” 

You bend down, gasping for air after 7 minutes of extreme exercise. So far, it’s 2-1. Dash just scored after taking the ball right under your nose. You thought that you had it, that score would have been yours if you didn’t look to the side to see the girls. And before that, she played you like a damn fiddle by running around you and passing the ball to where she would be. The least that you could say is that you fell down after being so dizzy from the constant spinning.

”Still think you can score one more before I wrap this up?” She mocks the point that you earned at the beginning of this match.

You just know that she let you off easy when this all started. That certainly will not stop you from taking her blue ass out for dinner and a movie.

”Come on!” She kicks the ball over to you. “Let’s go!” You tap the ball a bit before giving it a few kicks while running with it. Dash starts to run along by your side, ready to sweep it under your feet. You decided to play dirty and slide the ball right towards her foot.

”Wha--!?” She exclaims as she slips on it, kicking it off to the side. You watch as she falls down, stunned on the fact that you tricked her. Once you realized that you have an open window, you use the opportunity to run down the field and score your second goal.

”That was some snakish work there.” Rainbow Dash angrily calls out your tactic as she approaches you. “But I’ll admit, not bad at all.” She brushes off the grass clippings off of her shirt. 


”Alright, two-two!” She calls out to her friends. You head over to your goal and wait for the impending charge that Rainbow Dash’s bound to do. As you’d expect, she’s going full throttle down the grass, darting for you. You prepare for her inevitable kick to end it all. Without a moment to waste, she does so. Although, this looks a bit different. As the ball flies in the air, it doesn't seem to be heading for the goal. In fact, it looks like it’s heading towards YOU! 

Before you could do anything, you fall back from the ball smacking you in the chest, leaving you in a good amount of pain to crawl into a fetal position. You groan and try to look up to see the girls looking in shock and awe, most of them covering their mouths. You see the soccer ball roll past you, along with a familiar shoe that’s kicking away.

”Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” She nonchalantly comments when giving the ball a good kick over to the goal, finally declaring her third and final point. ”Just don’t lay on it for a while.” You get out of your comfort zone and just lie down on the field, looking at the sky.

”Good game. Even though it wasn’t much until the end there.” Rainbow Dash says with a smile while carrying the ball in her hands. The rest of her friends crowd around you, looking down to see if you were fine. ”Welp, you know what this means, right?” Rainbow flaunts her reward around.

“I wear those fucking awful jeans and I lost my chance to go out with you.” 

”Woah, woah. Who said that you don’t get a chance to go out with the Dash?” She continues to show off not only how cool that she is, but also shows off that beautiful smile you adore while she reaches down to pull you back up.


“But, I lost.”

”Dude, I said if you win, YOU get to choose where we go.” You grab her hand, allowing her to pull you back up. “Hope you like pizza and games.” Her friends watch in the background, emitting mixed feelings about the whole scene. Some happy, others still upset over the entire debacle.

“I love it.” With her hand still grabbing yours, she pulls you away and guides you off the field.
> Epilogue
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Two days later…

You walk down the hallway while wearing those piss bad skinny jeans for what you hope to be the very last time. The giggles and laughs around the hallways come back up, reminding you of your failed bet with Rainbow Dash. Speaking of which, she’s laughing at the end of the hallway pointing at you while her friends look on. They try to mind their own business, but after the incident, they cannot see you the same way ever again. Unfortunately, you are plastered with their imagery and there’s nothing that you can do about it now. One thing that you can hope for is that they will move past it over time, especially over the fact that you not only preferred Rainbow Dash, but you are about to go on a date tonight with her.

”Dude, y-you look ridiculous!” She chuckles out. At least you don’t have to worry about gaining an erection this time when Rainbow Dash mocks you. What is bothering you is how the girls are still glancing at you.
”You seriously had to lose some bet to wear these!”

“Unlike the bet we made, it was actually to make my parents happy.”

”Holy crap, they really love to make your life unbearable, huh?” She nudges Applejack, who averts her attention back to the group. “Huh, whatever.”

“I’m starting to think so, after the shit time that I’m having with them.”

”Geez, lighten up man, I’m just messing around with you.”

“After a shit time for the last two weeks, I’m still bummed out by it all and still have to wear these fucking pants!” You grab the belt loops on each side and hike it up. It was clearly a bad idea as you basically strangle your boys and a bulge is clearly noticeable. You immediately drop the act and put your hands in your pockets, which are just laid flat inside, thanks to, you know, the pants clinging on to you. Rainbow Dash awkwardly looks at it for a short time before looking at the ground and scratching the back of her head.

”Hey, I mean, it’s not that bad.”

“Do tell me on how these skinny shits ever brought me something good.”

”Well, not only are we talking to each other, but I’m willingly give you a chance to--” Rainbow clears her throat for a minute. 

“Wow me over.” Even though it’s little to go on, but it’s one of the main driving points that keeps you away from wandering into oncoming traffic.

”Seriously, chill. And you need to for tonight.”

“Why? I thought we were just going to hang out at your place for tonight.”

”Yeah, but my folks want to meet you.” Ah shit… ”And, I’d like you to come over with those same pants.”

“Now you want me to fail, don’t you?”

”Honestly, no. My dad saw you walk into school this morning with those pants and he said he wouldn’t mind meeting you.”

“I would ask if I would just simply skip all of that, but it wouldn’t end well for me, would it?”

”He would call you a pansy and demand you to stay away from me.” You’d expect worse, but still, this does ruin your mojo. ”But that’s if he’s in a good mood.”

“I think it’s best that I don’t ask for when he’s in a bad mood.”

”Not that different, but more vulgar.”

“Huh.” You just stand there with your hands awkwardly sitting in your pockets. As the bell rings, everyone starts to head out to their own respective ways.

”Just act calm, cool, and be honest with them. The last thing that we need is for any of that to go to waste.”

“Right…” You dimly respond, remembering your irrational outbursts over the last few days. She waives at you before leaving, reminding you to do the same. 

Later that day...

You look at the setting sun, wondering if meeting Rainbow’s parents will go smoothly. Judging by her father’s sudden realization about you wearing these pants is a good indication that it is going to be a rough time. All you can do is toughen up and learn from your mistakes. You walk up to her home and knock on the front door. Without a moment's notice, it opens up to reveal her parents.

”There’s the man of the hour!” The aged, but well built man shouts out with positivity and with open arms. He sticks out his arm, demanding a hand shake. You had a second thought on it, but you remembered that you need to play this cool. With that being reminded, you give his hand a firm grasp and shake it. He does the same, as he smiles while looking at his, what you presume to be, wife. ”This one has a good grip. What do you think?” He asks her.

”Hmm, there’s something that doesn’t look right.” She speculates something about you.

”Oh yeah!” He points at you with his thumb as he tries to whisper. “Look lower.” She does, and her eyes dart back up.

”That’s… an interesting choice to wear on a first date.” She tries to sugarcoat the elephant in the room.

”Mom! Dad!” Rainbow Dash pushes them aside. “What are you doing?!”

”Just meeting your boyfriend is all, is there a problem?” Her mother asks.

”I leave to change out of my clothes and you guys are already interrogating him?!” You take a good look at Dash’s getup; a pair of gray sweatpants and sporting the blue Canterlot sweater.

”Hey, we were just making some conversation, nothing else.” Her father excuses his actions. Dash groans as she gives herself a facepalm.

”Come on in, Anon.” You nod while wiping your feet on their ‘Welcome’ mat and enter their humble abode. 

”He’s got manners, so there’s that.” Dash’s mother slides in a compliment.

”Mom!”

”We’re just making sure that he’s suited for you, that’s all!”

”Trust me, I’m sure he’ll do just fine.” Rainbow defends you and the choice to give you a chance.

”Well, it’s just that the way he looks is something that we can’t ignore.” Her father takes the risk of jumping to the tight pants topic. And on that moment, you prepare the insults that will surely be on its way. ”Really, are you sure that this is the one?” Her father boldly asks her. With such a great start, you already bottle up the first insult her father tosses out. You were fine with the first few, but when it came to doubting that if you were fit for Rainbow, then a line has been drawn.

”DAD!”

”It just-- there’s no way that anyone in the right mind would wear that!” He nearly laughs out.

“We made a bet the other day and I lost. I’m just fulfilling my part of the deal.”

”No, no. She told me, but I wanted to hear it from you.” He stated his clear understanding of the situation. “I just want to make sure that this isn’t some sort of joke.”

“Sir, it isn’t. The deal was that the best out of three goals would determine if I get to pick out the date, or if I wear these… jeans.” You bravely state your answer, but falter at the end.

”Well thank goodness you lost then, huh?” Rainbow’s father somewhat jokes around with you and the loss of the bet. Rainbow closes her eyes as she pinches the bridge on her nose. 

”Dad, please, stop.”

”What? An old man can’t even mess around?” Her father asks in a lighthearted manner. “But, I’ll be serious here for a moment.” He clears his throat. “As long that you treat her right, everyone’s happy. That’s all I have to say. And if she’s fine with dating you, I don’t mind it one bit. You get me?” You nod. ”Other than that, I don’t have anything else to say. How about you?” He slides his arm around his wife and pulls her in.

”Just like what you said, I’m one-hundred percent supporting our girl!”

”Mom!” Dash moans out in embarrassment.

”Come on, we can’t even support our own daughter when she’s finally going out with a boy?” You and Dash look at each other, each of you exchanging a raised eyebrow. 

”What do you mean by that?” Dash rightfully asks.

”W-well, you’ve been busy with training and playing with your guitar, and doing whatever with your friends, it’s just that… we thought that you would never go out with someone.”

”Mom, I barely ever had anyone come over to me and say that they like me for… well, me.” Her parents did the same thing that you and Rainbow did just a while ago; look at each other, but this time, raise both eyebrows.

”I never knew that you were having trouble with finding someone that wanted you.” Rainbow’s father depressingly states how unaware he was about the issue.

”We could’ve helped you.” Her mother suggests.

”No! This is a search that only I can do, no one else! The last thing that I wanted was for my parents to judge someone that I would like!” She snaps at her parents. They take a step back, slowly soaking in that Dash needs to take some time away from this.

”Okay, okay. I guess your father and I will leave you two to figure it out if this will work out.”

”Thanks, we’ll be in my room.” Dash announces as she grabs your hand and begins to guide you across the living room. Her parents get in the way, clearly shocked at Rainbow’s decision as their wide eyes gaze at you.

”W-wait, aren’t you two going out?” Her father asks with a shaky voice.

”Well, yeah. We’re just going to play games and eat pizza for the night, don’t you remember?”

”We thought that you two were going to the mall.” Her mother comments.

”Eh, I just thought that we take it easy for the night.” You notice that they are starting to sweat. Is it getting hot in here?

”A-are you sure? We’d be more than happy to give you a ride.” Her mother fumbles a bit.

”Heck, I wouldn’t mind giving you guys some cash to play all the way until the mall closes!” Her father pulls out his wallet and flips through what appears to be a few tens and twenties. “Wasn’t there some sort of pass that they give you to play all day?”

”Yeah, but it’s twenty dollars per--”

”Ah! Say no more!” Her father interrupts as he pulls out four twenties. “A little something extra if you two get hungry, like getting some food at the Bell Yard.”

”But that’s a restaurant. I was thinking more of a simple five dollar pizza.”

”Nothing’s too good for our daughter!” Her mother positively cries out with a somewhat forced smile, still sweating profusely. After examining all of this, you decided to interject. 

“Is everything alright?”

”Of course! Why wouldn’t it?” Her father answers with a crooked smile. Rainbow takes notice of you jumping in, curious to where you’re going with.

“What’s bothering me is that you two are her parents; the people that should stand by her decisions. Rainbow Dash did make a deal with me and it is her choice on what to do for the night.”

”Hey, yeah! What’s the big deal, huh?” Both of them react differently, but the motivation is the same. Her father looks off to the side and scratches the back of his head, while Dash’s mother bites the bottom of her lip while looking at the floor.

”Me and your mother just… haven’t had some quality time together is all.”

”And we thought that you and Anon would be out in the town for the night, leaving us to ourselves.” Now that they shamefully revealed on why they wanted you and Dash out is because they haven’t had a good ol’ shag under the sheets. For how long, that’s a question you know that should just be kept unknown if you want to stay under their good side.

”Oh.” Rainbow Dash answers with little to no sympathy. “Well, you guys can go out, right?” Not only are you are surprised by how dense she is on the matter, but even her parents are taken aback from it.

”B-but…” Dash’s father has something in mind, but could not follow through with saying it.

”It’s alright, we’ll do it another time.” His wife cozies him by pulling him closer for a hug.

”Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He answers, trying to hide away how miserable he is from the shattered plans he had for the night. 

”Come on, Anon.” Rainbow tightens her grasp on your hand as she begins to pull you away. Through all of this discussion, you forgot that Rainbow was holding your hand throughout the entire way.

In the sidelines...

"Now what?" Bow Hothoof asks his wife, suppressing his anger and disappointment.

"Want to head over to a movie theatre and finger me?" Windy Whistles courageously asks him with a sly smile. Without a second to waste, Bow takes out his keys and scoops Windy into his arms. "Just like old times, hmm?" She whispers into his ear

"I wouldn't have it any other way." 

Rainbow Dash pulls you into the hallway, guiding you down an assortment of photos. As you start to pass them, she speeds up, almost as if she wants to skip by them. Many of the photos are of Rainbow Dash going through her younger years and onward, almost as if you were traveling down memory lane. You notice that she wasn’t only in soccer, but also in volleyball and in the track team at one time.

”Didn’t anyone tell you not to snoop around other people's houses?”

“I was just looking. It is on display, you know.”

”Yeah, well, it still isn’t cool to… just shut up and never tell anyone, got it?”

“What’s wrong? I think it’s cool that you tried out some other sports.” Her scrunched up face and blush sends out mixed signals to you.

”I… never mind, it’s nothing.”

“With all of the effort that you are putting in to skipping it all, it’s definitely something.” She sighs and lets you go.

”I wasn’t really the best when it came to the others. Sure, there are moments here are there, but in the end, soccer was my home away from home.” You look at the last set of images and see her with medals, ribbons, even trophies. In the more recent photos, you can spot a familiar soccer ball shape. ”Even though I was down on my luck, my parents didn’t care and never stopped supporting me; no matter if it was bailing out of track or winning a point in volleyball.” When looking back, you can only give her a smile.

“You just needed to find your calling. I just wish that I was there to see.”

”Pfft, you’re just saying that to make me feel better.” She approaches you with a smile and gets you into a hug. “It sure did work.” She whispers.

“I was also interested to see you mess up every so often.” She knees you on the leg and releases you to watch as you fall to the ground.

"And that's for being a chump." You rub your leg when getting up.

"Okay, I sort of deserved that." 

“Oh no, you totally deserved it.” She jabs a finger on your chest. You smack it away and follow her, leading up to the doorway at the end of the hallway. ”Come on in; make yourself comfortable, but not TOO comfortable.” 

You are greeted with a ‘room in the sky’ sort of themed room, with her bed decorated to be a cloud and the walls are painted with a teal colour with light blue swirls to compliment it. What doesn't surprise you is how much of a mess it is. Articles of clothing are scattered around the room, along with some books and notes are neglected as they are shuffled around the floor. Dash kicks on what you think to be a pair of white panties, making them slide to the other side of the room and hide under her bed.

”When you’re busy with practice, you barely have any time to clean up your room, am I right?” She plays it off cool, resting her arm on the backboard of the bed.

“Was that…” You imply that it was what you think it most certainly is. She just raises an eyebrow when looking at you and what she just swept away.

”Wh-- seriously!?” She blushes as she screams, resulting to her voice cracking. Dash tries to cover her face with her hands, but decided to turn away. ”I-It was a towel!”

“Whatever you say. I wonder what your friends think when they come over.”

”Normally they don’t mind it, because I do clean up before!” She nearly shouts out, trying her best to keep her voice from cracking. She begins to grab some dirty clothes from her bed and tosses it into a hamper. Looks like you hit a nerve, something that you didn’t expect from Dash. Then again, even she wasn’t too keen on showing you off to her parents or those photos back in the hallway. Not even the best can keep away their more embarrassing moments. 

 “It’s alright, I won’t tell anyone.”

”Good, because if you do, I’ll…” She contemplates while trying to keep her frightening intact, but fails. “I’ll…” Her blush come back in a darker shade of red.

“You’ll what, exactly?”

”I don’t know, but I’ll think of something.” While she does, you continue on looking around the room. There’s a guitar that is resting on its stand, some medals hanging on her bedpost, and what does catch your eye is the small TV on a nightstand with a console standing right beside it.

“Is that a Playbox 32?”

”Huh? Oh, yeah, it is. Want to play me in something?”

“Sure, got any games for it?”

”Psh, of course!” She goes through a pile of clothes to pull out two remotes.

”Before I destroy you in some Street Kombat VII, you want me to order us some pizza? You know how long those jerks take to send it over.”

“Sounds like a great idea.”

”You know me.” She gloats out when dialing her phone. You start up her gaming console and start to roam through her collection of games. ”Hey, careful! Some of them are from my friends.”

“Yeah, I could tell. Some of these games are out of place, it makes me wonder on why you would even borrow them in the first place.” You look through her list of games. Grab The Auto 5, Bulletpoint, Special Operations: The Limit -- you don’t even want to remember that one. 

What stands out is a game that you know Rainbow Dash wouldn’t play. Licca-Chan’s Dreamhouse Party. You toss that to the side and hear a loud thud right after it. That didn’t came from the disc box, it was actually from behind you. You look back and check that it was Dash, who not only sprung out of bed, but bolted to the chucked away game.

”Did it get any scratches?!” She panics when opening it up and checking the disk’s condition.vYou sit there, silently judging if that is for one her friend or herself. ”Oh, good.” She closes it and puts it back on the shelf that’s under the TV. Once that’s in place, she looks at you with a worried look in her eyes. “I-It’s not what you think.” You cross your arms. ”I’m telling you that it’s Rarity’s. She would kill me if it was busted up!” Something reeks of bullshit, and it isn’t that game. You notice that her emotions start to sway from side-to-side on this one. She tries to pull off the whole aggression getup by putting on a stern face and clenched fists. ”I’m telling you the truth!”

“If you are, then show me how far you are in the game.” She gives you a raspberry and crosses her arms.

”I don’t have to show you anything!”

“Then your word means nothing unless I see how long you played it.” Her eyes shoot open, revealing how afraid she is. Looks like you got he, now it’s time to check it out. You grab the box and open it up.

”W-why would you be interested in that? It’s just a stupid, girly game.”

“What does it have that makes it girly?”

"Date guys, dress up in a number of outfits, playing some dumb mini games that win you some cool--” She stops and realizes how in-depth she’s going with the game. “All of it sucks, I forgot to mention that.” You turn on the system and inset the game inside the open tray. ”I’m telling you that you are wasting your time when I could be dominating you in Street Kombat! So what do ya say?” You call her bluff by closing the tray and grabbing the remote that she left out in the side. 

As the screen starts up with some upbeat music, you go through the menu screen and check out the saved files. One exists, listing itself as 82% completed and over fifteen hours have been played on it. You drop the remote and slowly turn over to see Dash biting down her lip and beady eyes shifting between you and the TV.

”Okay! I like the game! So what?!” She screams out at you, almost tossing out a tantrum.

“Hey, remember when you told me to chill? Seems like you need to follow on your own advice.” Her blush and raging eyes comfort and scare you. Whatever is going through her mind can’t be good. There is one way on how you could ease her mind. “Look, you aren’t the only one that likes something that was meant for a younger audience.” She end the suffering on her bottom lip and raises an eyebrow.

”What is it?” You make an audible gulp, ready to bite the bullet to what you are about to reveal.

“MagiPup.” Rainbow Dash immediately laughs at you.

”D-- no way!”

“Feel better now?” She cackles and falls back.

”W-what’s so entertaining about a stupid dog cartoon?”

“IT’S MORE THAN A STUPID CARTOON!”

"Woah, alright. Geez.” She raises her arms up a bit, signaling on how terrified she is from your autistic screeching. You decided to relax and focus back on Rainbow’s guilty pleasure.

“So, why did you stop?"

”The rest is done with another player.”

“Why didn’t you invite--” Her irritated face solved your pending question and made you shut up. “Right.”

”Yeah; no one knows and it will stay that way, got it?”

“Got it.” At least she feels more comfortable that you are in the same boat as you. Maybe you should get her more on your side by suggesting something that even you wouldn’t do. ”Want a second player to finish off that game?” She raises both of her eyebrows and gazes at you.

”I’d like that.” Rainbow nearly whispers out to you.

After two hours and over ten shitty minigames, you managed to get all of the collectibles. And by collectibles, it’s basically a bunch of flashy or shitty articles of clothing. You lay down your controller and let out a big sigh.

“That was painful.”

”Now you know how I feel. It’s hard to balance a bunch of presents when you need to use both thumb sticks, while each hand is on a remote!” She bickers right before grabbing a slice of pepperoni pizza and taking a bite out of it.

“Can we please agree to never do that again?”

”Shwre.” She mumbles out. “Prck ort a diffrnt grme.” You bring yourself back up and go through the rest of her games. What doesn’t surprise you is how she has the entire Unexplored: Daring Do series. Right under it is a faded image of a man wearing a red shirt with overalls, flying in the sky, while a castle is floating in the distance. The game is familiar to you, but unfortunately, the name of it is ripped off.

”How long have you had this?” You waive it to her,

”I don’t know, it was left here by Applejack. I remember that we played a lot of it back when we were in elementary school, and she left it here, but forgot about it over time.”

“How come you never gave it back to her?”

”Because if I do, not only would she want to play it with me, but I’ll fail every single time.”

“Is it during one of the sliding segments? Those are the fucking worst.”

”It’s not just those, but I can’t get through the first level by myself.”  You drop your remote, quickly losing your faith in her as a challenger in games. What wouldn’t surprise you is that if she ever used cheat codes or walkthroughs to get all of the achievements or even pass any of these games.

“You were younger, so maybe things have changed.” You calmly say to her, doing your best to not sound irritated or disappointed. You open up the box and see that the disc has managed to get some dust on it. Upon further investigation, there is a crack on the side of the box, leading up to a hole in the corner of it. You ignore that and switch out the game in the Playbox 32.

”Maybe you’re right. Hey, can I ask you a favor?”

“Shoot.” You boldly answer without a second thought.

”Don’t give me a hard time, alright?” Wait, wait, wait. Hold the goddamn phone. She’s fine with getting rough when it comes to sports and violent video games, but a platform video game is where the line is made?

“Uh, sure.” She scoots closer and gives you a quick hug. You wonder why the sudden comfort, but you decided to let it pass and sit still.

”D-don’t think that it’s anything else.” She backs up and gives you a small push as she’s moving away, trying to hide her blush as she gets some distance.
>There’s the usual Dash that you come to know and love.
“Alright then. You can’t be that bad.”

”Just wait and see.” She challenges you as the startup screen goes on. ”Seriously, what’s up with the cake thing that goes on in this series.”

“For all I care, it’s a stupid gag.”



For the next hour or so, you’ve guided Rainbow Dash through the levels and taught her a few tricks. She was stubborn at first, but slowly warmed up to your help.

”Come on…” She repeatedly taps her controller before shooting it up in the air. “Yes! Ten stars down!”

“Yeah!” You celebrated her milestone in the game. She brings you in for a bear hug that almost suffocates you. 

”Thanks, Anon.” She mumbles into your shirt. You slowly move your right arm around her and hug her back.

“You’re welcome, Dash.” You wish you could comforting her, hoping that the two of you would stay in this position for as long that’s possible, keeping the warm sensation captive for it. But, all good things must come to an end, and it did when you hear someone knocking on Rainbow’s door.

”We’re back, and we heard yell--” Her father stops when the door swings open to see you hugging his daughter. Rainbow immediately lets go and places her arms straight down.

”It was nothing, okay?” Dash quickly tries to brush it away.

”If you say so.” He leans on the doorway and puts his hands in his pockets, trying to get comfortable from where he’s at. “We were curious to see on how the two of you were doing.”

”We’re good here. Just pizza and games.”

”Right.” He calmly says when straightening up. “It’s late, and I think Anon should head on back home.”

”Dad--”

“He’s right, I should get home before my parents lose their minds.” Before you begin to get up, you notice how bummed out Dash is by the fact that you needed to go.

”Hey, Anon.” She asks you before entering the hallway. “Same time next week?” You turn around and give her a warming smile.

“You betcha.”  Rainbow brightens up and smiles to the accepted offer.

”Cool, I’ll see you later.” She waives at you before you get a slight jabbing sensation on your back.

“Later.” You head into the hallway and listen to what Rainbow’s dad has to say.

”I’m sure Rainbow told you to get comfortable, but not TOO comfortable, huh?”

“Yessir.” You reply with confidence.

”It’s a family tradition we live by. It balances our lives in certain situations. Ever had those days where you were in a pickle that felt wrong, almost like this one?”

“Yes, I suppose so, sir.” The two of you leave the hallway and start to enter the living room. You do your best to stay calm and follow his lead.

”Remember; if you are going to hang around with my daughter, think about that. It will help out more than you could ever imagine, okay?”

“Yessir, I will.” He gives you a pat on the back while opening the door.

”I feel that this is going to work out just well.” He says with genuine positivity in his voice and extends his arm out, expecting a handshake. You reach out and give it a firm grab, while he does the same to do. ”Have a goodnight, son.”

“Same to you, sir.” You let go and walk outside. When you hear the door closing shut behind you, you inhale and exhale loudly. You expected that to go a lot worse, but it seemed to be nothing more than wise advise. Well, it will be certainly something worth on to make a note on if you’re going to stay with Dash from now on.

One week later…

You and Rainbow Dash enjoy a nice sundae while walking around the mall.

”How do you think that game went out yesterday?” She asks you when scooping out the ice cream that’s sitting in your hand.

“Pretty good, I never took you as a defender, especially for the entire match.”

”I’m full of surprises.” She gloats out before taking a spoonful of frosty goodness.

“I bet you are.” You jokingly say to her. She smirks and gives you a dirty look.

”You’re lucky to hold that sundae.”

“Why is that?”

”Because I could’ve socked you.” You chuckle when bumping into her, keeping the bowl containing the sundae balanced. She grabs your shoulder and turns you over by pulling your shoulder ”You’re such a jerk.” She chuckles out. You couldn’t help but chuckle along, but stop when you see Norman in the distance. ”Yo, what’s wrong?” She takes notice and turns around. “Oh.”

“Yeah, let’s just move on.” You begin to walk away, but stop when Dash grabs your arm.

”This isn’t right.”

“We had a falling out. You know how it went.”

”Don’t remind me.” She scoffs at the remembrance of the story you told her a few days ago about how you saw her friends, even though you meant it as a admittedly harsh joke. “Look; he’s your best friend. You guys won’t see eye to eye on everything, and that’s cool.” You look over her shoulder and see that he’s standing next to the entrance to GameShop looking at this month's newest gimmick; a throwback console. She moves aside and begins to drag you towards the shop.

“Wait.” She stops to look at you, clearly upset on your defiant request.

”Bailing out?”

“I need to do this by myself.” She raises her eyebrows.

”Are you sure about that?”

“Yes. This is my mess, and I should clean it up.”

”Alright, I’ll be here.” As you start to walk away, she snatches the sundae out of your hand. ”And I’ll be needing that.” She gladfully expresses her sudden move. Eh, you were just about done with it. You straighten your shirt and put your hands in your pockets, trying to act casual when approaching Norman. When he notices you, you stop at a reasonable distance.

“Sup.” He does the same thing with his hands and guides them into his own pockets, emoting a deadpan face.

”Sup.”

“How’s it going?"

”Eh, could be better. Ever since you lost your shit back at the mall, that shy girl hasn’t been the same.”

“What happened?”

”She’s not just aggressive, but hostile with practically everyone there.”

“Woah, must be an awful time there.”

”It is - for us.”

“Pardon?”

”You’d be surprised at how much progress is being done in there. In a weird way, it’s all thanks to you that everything is done before night hits.”

“So, this means that I also fulfilled my part on the shelter?”

”Don't push it, man. With all of that shampoo and water for the animals, my hands are so wrinkled to a point that they struggle to go back to the way they were.”

“Maybe it would if you didn’t use that lotion for those lonely nights.” He couldn’t help but smirk at your remark. “No hard feelings, eh?” You pull out your hand and reach out, expecting a handshake.

”No hard feelings.” He comfortably replies when pulling out his hand to shake. You had to smile now that everything is water under the bridge. ”Under one condition.”

“Shit, name it.” You sharply agree to his demand.

”We chill out tomorrow night and you tell me what’s going on with your end, especially with that blue chick that you’re apparently with for the last few days.”

“You got it.” You chuckle out.

”Alright. Now go, she’s finishing up your ice cream.”

“You saw us?” 

”Of course, did you think that I was actually interested with this shit box?” He points at the SMES Tiny being displayed on the glass. The two of you exchange a hearty chuckle before parting ways. Before you know it, Rainbow Dash tosses out an empty tray into the trash can.

”Srry, arr owt.” She mutters through her stuffed mouth, risking some of the frosting to spew out.

“I was done with it, but not with you.” You rub her head, and in return, get a solid punch on the shoulder from her.

”So, did it go well, or came to cry?”

“I’ll have you know that it went great, and he expects some juicy info about us.” She rightfully scoffs.

”If he wants to hear about how I constantly beat you in Street Kombat VII while chowing down on some food, then be my guest.”

“I can still beat you on Gran Motorsport.”

”Just you wait, I’ll get you and bump you right off the track.” She retorts.

“That’ll be the day when I send your character flying into the spike pit.” And for the rest of the hour, the two of you back talked the other on their playstyle and would better off be fiddling with their stick/button.

A few months later…

You wait by the railing, waiting for the show to start. Everyone is talking, whereas you are by yourself, gazing at the city below.

”I can’t believe I have to wear this stupid dress.” Dash shuffles around in her frilly attire. You turn around and look at her holding it up so that she doesn’t trip on it.

“Blueblood wouldn’t accept you wearing a worn out shirt and shorts.”

”I bet you that he wishes he would get that far with a girl.” You shake your head as she drops it and stands next to you, resting an arm on the railing.

“You look wonderful.” She’s stunned for a moment, then averts her attention to the city.

”T-thanks…” She grumbles out. You look at the city and wonder when it will start.  ”Be honest with me; do you really want to be here?” 

You look around and see a bunch of Crystal Prep students dressed up in their fancy suits and dresses, all socializing and leaving you as an outcast. It isn’t just the fact that they are pompous jackasses, but you are clearly out of place with your father’s old blazer and black jeans. The only thing that prevented you from being kicked out was the white shirt that was woven by Rarity. Getting into this party was all thanks to Norman, where he knew a friend and got you in with a phony invitation. Thank fuck that rich kids like Blueblood never made up in intelligence. That, or the fake invitation was that good. Either way, you’re happy to have a nice view with your plus one.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsSOv7Skl-0

“To be honest, not really. But it was all for you.” You can sense her gazing at you. You choose not to look at her and decided to point at the sky. In the distance, a few fireworks begin to screech in the distance before exploding.



”Woah…” She gasps in awe as multiple streams of light and balls of various colour go off. Everyone crowds around and gawk at what you were predicting for the last ten minutes.

“It wasn’t easy, but I hope it was worth it.” Rainbow Dash hugs you, pressing her cheek against your own.

”It definitely was.” In the distance, at a timely fashion, you see a firework going off, displaying a well crafted heart. You really owe Norman for this one.

"Was that...?"

"Mmhmm." What you didn't expect next was an all out kiss from her. On the cheek, sure. But she twisted your head to plaster on. When it was said and done, her glimmering eyes gaze into your own.

"I... love you." She moves in closer to begrudgingly whisper her feelings into your ear.

"And I love you, Dash." You whisper back. You put an arm around her waist and pull her in to watch.