> Secrets > by NFSW > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > The Party: Part I > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Unlike some ponies who get their enjoyment from the companions they’ve racked up over the years, I have always been more of an antisocial kid growing up. I have never desired to make a ton of friends, always doing best at about groups of 3-4 ponies. Throughout my elementary, middle school, I always made it a point to be by myself more times than not if I didn’t have any friends to share my time with, and even when I did have friends, I spent relatively little time with them, only had about 3 sleepovers because of this. Now, I knew that it was impossible for me to be alone 24/7, it’s quite hard to do when you have 11 older siblings, so whenever I was forced to be around others, I tolerated it. So, given my preference of being alone, it should come as no surprise that parties aren’t my forte. Never found enjoyment in basking myself in the company of those who I barely know and those who I couldn’t care less about to know more. Never sounded all that fulfilling to go get drunk and have sex with those I could live a better life without. Which surprised me how my roommate convinced me to come. Her name was simply Yume Yukinara, she hailed from two famous Japaneighse families known throughout Equestria for being skilled in the stylist and culinary fields respectively, so it shocked no-one when she inherited both talents. Despite being roommates, me and Yukinara conversed very rarely, conversations barely going beyond the simple greetings and inquiries of one's day, which we both replied most of the time with ‘fine’ or ‘not bad’ even when it was a lie. I’ll admit I don’t know much about her lifestyle as she does mine, having a dorm room with two seperate bedrooms come as a benefit for antisocials like me. I never felt the urge to look into her room, because why would I need too? The bridge between us, however, was crossed today as Yukinara basically forced me to come to this party with her because according to her, the inviter demanded that everyone must have a date or they could not attend. Now, I don’t know how true Yukinara’s statement was, but I didn’t have much of a choice because she threatened to eat me if I didn’t, and considering she was a Unicorn a whole two feet bigger than me, I didn’t want to scuffle with her for sure I’d be tucked away in her stomach in a rather short amount of time. I don’t even know why she chose me to be her date, whether it was just the relative ease it took to achieve me because we were roommates or she actually had a thing for me, or a combination of both. But as I said, I had no choice in the matter less I want to be ass-fat. And that is why I am here, sitting on a chair in the bathroom as the foreign student expertly worked through my mane in ways I never knew possible. I was never one to really care about my outward appearance, sure I showered, styled my mane, and brushed my teeth to at least assure others that I was not homeless, but I never went through the trouble of buying makeup or getting a new dress, the appeal never reached me. But I was at least impressed by how well she was doing it. “So, why’d you choose me?” I inquire, for I thought if we were going to be going to a party posing as a date, or I would be posing as a date, I should know a little more about my pretend “girlfriend”. She shrugs, “Does it matter?” She answers my question with her own. I shook my head, “No, not really.” I responded. She nods, “Then it doesn’t matter.” She replies, focusing on her handiwork. Tempted to leave the conversation at that since I didn’t know what to say, I kept my mouth shut. However, it seemed me starting the conversation seemed to open a few doors in her mind as she asked me something, “Excited for the party tonight?” I shrugged, “I’d be lying if I said I was.” I admitted, “I was always a more antisocial kid, y’know, books and card games instead of other ponies.” She chuckles, “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me ever since we started?” She inquires. “50/50, I wanted to at least build some kind of relationship, but it was either we were too busy, not at the dorm, or I just couldn’t think of anything to say.” I explain. She nods, “I understand, same with me.” She admits, “I wanted to talk to you too but I never found what to say.” She snips a front part of my mane, “I can’t really be mad at you for not starting a conversation when I couldn’t do the same, it’s like getting mad at you because you killed somepony when I helped kill them.” “Yeah.” I agreed, “By the way; when you threatened to eat me would you have actually done it?” I brought up her earlier threat. A perplexed look crosses her expression as she bites her lip, “Hmm, I think anybody would have done it, including me, but that’d only be if I was drunk or already pissed beforehand.” She explains, “Since we’re talking about eating other ponies, do you do it often?” I shrug, “I did it when I was in my middle school years, mostly as a way to get revenge on some bullies, rarely have I eaten a pony just because I was hungry, I always needed another drive behind it.” I explained. Chuckling as she cut my mane, “It’s pretty much the opposite with me, as long as if I’m hungry and there’s a pony right there, I don’t think twice before eating them.” She admits. “Expected as much.” I admit. The rest of the time we shared different topics until she finished with my mane. I’ll admit, I was impressed. A smile storms her face, “Now, I hope you took a shower because you can’t get that wet, it’ll mess everything up.” She wishes. Luckily, I had taken a shower prior, and due to some impressive magic control, Yukinara saved any hairs from falling on my body, so I nod. She smiles and hugs me tightly, “Thanks so much for coming to this party with me!” She thanked, gratitude gushing out her mouth like those goo-stuffed candies I had as a kid… hmmm, I need to see if the convenience store had some of those when I had the time. Standing up from the chair, I smiled, “Sure, a party wouldn’t be the first thing I’d do to get to know my roommate better, but, what can you do?” I laughed at my own little quip and began leaving the bathroom. “Wait, I don’t think I got your name!” Yukinara called. I turned back and smiled, “Orion, Orion Nebula.” I introduced. Despite already knowing her name, she feels the need to introduce herself, “Yukinara Yume.” She fell back into the habit of saying your last name first in Japaneighse tradition. I smiled before leaving the bathroom for her to do her business. As I entered my room to pack some things I may require for the party, I heard my phone ring and took a glance at it only to see a message from someone I did not know. It read: “Have fun at the party.” By this pony named ‘A’ and nothing else. Fear ran down my spine for a short moment because I never told anyone I was going to a party, but I quickly put it to rest figuring that it was nothing more than another wrong number scenario and put the phone away to get ready for the party… tonight may just be the hardest hell I’ve ever encountered.