> Hajime no Anon! Fight for Canterlot High! > by BigBurd > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Chapter 1: New Beginnings > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- You are Anonymous. And you are getting your ass kicked. That's not to say you aren't fighting back, but you're in a scrap with none other than Line Drive, Canterlot High School's lead batter, behind the school. He launches a wide roundhouse from your right. Ducking under it, you come back at him with a tight right hook to the jaw. It's the best hit you've landed so far in the fight, and it staggers him. Unfortunately, you're exhausted. You're not really particularly fit. In fact, you're actually quite fat and not used to serious, extended exertion. Rather than following up that hook with a straight right, which would likely end the fight, you're forced to try and rest for a moment. It doesn't take Line long to gather himself, and the window of opportunity closes to you. He charges in, adopting a typical street fighting pose, and throws a heavy uppercut. It connects with your lower jaw, but the hit was not aimed well and it slides across and away from your skin, leaving a shallow cut. It begins bleeding profusely, signalling your inability to really defend yourself. Unsatisfied with the situation, you throw yourself at him. From a disadvantageous position, you ready a hard hook to his chest, bringing your fist behind you. Pouring the last of your strength into this final, spiteful punch, you launch it forward. As it connects with Line's rib cage, you are rewarded with a nasty sounding crack. He falls away from you, doubled over in pain but still on his feet. You, however, are done. Consciousness slips away from you as you fall back onto a wall and slump down, finally defeated. Well, at least you got the satisfaction of breaking a rib. You awaken in Canterlot General Hospital. You find yourself attached to an IV drip, EKG machine and a respirator. You must have taken a hell of a lot more damage than you realized! Every square inch of your being aches. Oddly enough, the physical pain does not bother you. Instead, the agony of defeat is what is torturing you now. You were so close to pounding that asshole into the ground, but your pathetic body failed you. If you had any kind of meaningful endurance, you could have won. Your skill in fighting is meaningless without the body to properly back it up. Tears well in your eyes as this realization consumes you. Well, maybe you got that dumb fuck sent here too. That'd be amusing to see. No, it wouldn't. Not really. You didn't really like hurting people. But you loved the thrill of a fight. Hypocritical, but true. It was a good fight, but only to a layman. The fact is, Line Drive is not a strong opponent. If you had just a little more stamina, you would have come out on top fairly easily. He swings wildly, telegraphing his every move. Every punch a roundhouse. Every step is predictable. And you still lost. Pathetic. Tears begin to fall as you quietly choke back your sobs. That's what hurts the most. The fact that you are so weak, even a dumbass like Line Drive can beat you. Maybe if you take off the respirator, you'd suffocate and die. You want to die. Or...maybe not. Some part of you, deep inside, refuses to let you think this. This buried segment of your psyche screams out to you.. You can be strong. But you must try. You know this is true, but you find it difficult to stay motivated. If you really worked yourself to the bone, you could sculpt yourself into an entirely new being. Something worthy of a real fight. You hear a knock on your hospital room door. Quickly wiping the tears from your eyes, you respond weakly. "Come in!" You expect to see a nurse or doctor. Maybe even Line himself, coming to gloat. Instead, a girl with rainbow colored hair walks in. You've seen her around before...Rainbow Dash is her name. Wonder why. Suddenly, you realize she must be here to taunt you. You feel fear tug at your heart, pulling it down. While attempting to steel yourself, she speaks. "So, Line Drive knocked you out." "Yeah, I guess." you reply. "Do you really believe that?" "What? Why wouldn't I? He kicked my ass and I got KO'd. It's that simple." She seems...upset by that. Her face hardens, eyes squinting slightly in anger. "Bullshit! You passed out because your lungs couldn't keep up! I watched that fight, Anon. I saw how you moved. If you weren't so fat, you would have destroyed that pussy!" Alright, that certainly isn't what you were expecting to hear. "Yeah, I realize that." you meekly respond. Another knock at the door. "Get in here, Bulk!" Rainbow speaks before you can. And in walks the school's resident body builder, Bulk Biceps. "Where is the dude- there you are bro!" he bellows. What. "Dude, that fight was KICK ASS! You almost wasted the guy!" WHAT. "WHAT." you choke out, shocked by it all. Rainbow speaks up. "Yeah man, that last punch you threw broke a rib and it tore his lung up! I've never seen someone hit so hard from such a short range." Oh fuck, you seriously almost killed him. So why do you feel so proud about it? You hate hurting people. Bulk speaks again. "What even started the fight? I didn't get to it until a little before hit hit you with that upper." Rainbow chimes in on this one, again cutting you short before you could reply. "Line was being an asshole again and threatening him over his weight." "Woah man, that's not cool. What a dick." Bulk seems to be displeased with that. In fact, why are the both of them being so...nice, for lack of a better word. "Well, yeah, but let me change the topic for a moment. Why are either of you here? I don't really know you guys that well. Why visit me?" "We're here because we want you to start working out and training with us! If you were in better shape, you would have wiped the floor with Line Drive's ugly mug!" Rainbow says, intensity flaring in her eyes. "Yeah man! I'm gonna help you with strength training, while Rainbow will work with you on cardio! We're gonna make you stronger, faster, better! YEAAAH!" Bulk replies, his voice growing louder with every word. "Wha-....why? What's so special about me? Don't you guys have way more popular friends and shit to worry about?" Rainbow and Bulk almost seem hurt by your questioning. "We don't care about that! When I watched you fight, I saw someone capable of some incredible stuff! You're a genuine hard puncher in disguise!" Rainbow says, barely containing her excitement. "Rainbow, are you into boxing?" you inquire. "Well, yeah! MMA mostly, but there is just something special about boxing that I love!" Rainbow says, and Bulk follows. "YEAH! I LOVE BOXING!" You and Rainbow both cringe at his very, very loud outburst. "Oh! Sorry! Anyway, boxing is great! And Rainbow is right! You throw some serious punches! If we train you up, you'll be delivering some monster blows!" Pride and excitement well up in you. "Do you really mean that?" "Of course we do!" Rainbow replies, beaming at you. It's almost like she's more excited than you are. "Well, when do we start?" "Not for a couple of weeks, sadly. The doc says you had a bunch of blood in your lungs and it's making it hard for you to breathe. You gotta stay here for a week so you don't die in your sleep, and after THAT week is over you are supposed to take another week off to rest." Okay, so you and Line almost died. Cool beans. But...this is so exciting. You're going to have people who care to help you along and make you better. Images flood your mind. You stand in a ring, body sculpted to perfection, a huge musculature shaping your frame. Fist raised in triumph after defeating a champion opponent. Bulk and Rainbow by your side. Two weeks. Two weeks have passed since you awoke in the hospital. Now, after hours, you stand at the doors to the school's training gym. With no small amount of trepidation, you open the door and enter. The bright lights catch you slightly off guard, and you squint while your eyes adjust. Inside, Bulk and Rainbow stand side by side, arms crossed, waiting for you. They smirk as you close the door behind you. "Well Anon, are you ready to get started?" Rainbow says eagerly. "Yeah. I haven't been this excited for something in a while." "Well you better get ready to suffer! The road to physical perfection is one paved with torture and agony! You will cry! You will vomit! You will beg for death! But in the end, you will be STRONG! YEAAAH!" Bulk replies, channeling everyone's favorite drill sergeant. And the first day of your training begins. It, as expected, was difficult, but neither Rainbow or Bulk derided you for falling short. Instead, they pushed you to try again. And again, and again, until you met the goal for the exercise. Push ups, curls, leg lifts, squats, dumbbell curls, jogging. Basic stuff, but fundamental. It was an awful lot for your fat-laden frame, but you survived the day. Weak, sweaty, and exhausted, you decide to take a shower. Bulk decides to join you, having worked himself up in an impressive sweat with his excitement. You can't help but find it amusing and inspiring. He's genuinely thrilled to be training you. While in the shower, you strike up a bit of conversation. "So, Bulk, you said you liked boxing, obviously. Who's you're favorite fighter?" "Oh man! That's a tough one! There are so many great boxers in the history of the sport! But if I had to choose, I think I would settle on Jack Dempsey." "Wow, Dempsey? As in Dempsey Roll Dempsey?" "Yeah! That guy had fire in him!" "No doubt." "He had kind of a weird name though. Like, what kind of nonsense is 'Jack Dempsey'? He should have had a normal name, like ours." "I dunno man, I think it adds character!" Bulk replies. You hear the doors to the men's shower room open. You and Bulk look over from your stalls to see who is entering. Much to the surprise of you both, it's Rainbow Dash, wearing nought but a towel, she is blushing hard and keeping her gaze to the floor. "The girl's shower is busted, so I'm coming in here. I don't want either of you perverts looking at me, okay?! I gotta clean off this musk." You keep the straightest face you can. Bulk is staring at the wall of his shower stall, eyes fixated to it like a war-scarred veteran. Once Rainbow enters a stall, she removes her towel and cranks the water on. Thanks to the design of the stall, you could barely see her chest past the dividing wall. That would be the case had she not taken the stall directly to the right of you. You're really trying not to stare. She's working so hard for your sake and it would be wrong....to....... Maybe one peek? No! No. We have to be respectful here. No honorable warrior would behave in such a way! Okay, well you aren't a warrior but a boxer. Actually, you aren't really a boxer yet either. You're just a boxing enthusiast. But still! Be respectful. Wow, her breasts aren't terribly large, C-cup at best, but boy are they perky and firm. With cute, hard ni- CEASE AND DESIST. You snap your gaze forward, much like Bulk. But a realization brings you back to reality. You're all just showering as colleagues. Acting this way just makes everything really awkward. Maybe...get back to conversation? Hey, yeah! Maybe that'll help ease things out! "So, Rainbow, Bulk and I were discussing who our favorite fighters are. Do you have favorite?" As you speak, you look her way, making sure to lock onto her eyes. She does have pretty eyes. A beautiful shade of magenta. You use this to your advantage, focusing on the color of her eyes to keep your gaze away from more...intimate locales. She looks back at you, at first, she seemed almost offended, probably by the fact you were looking at her despite her earlier objections. But, she quickly levels out and is able to earnestly reply. "Mohammad Ali, of course! No contest!" Bulk finally snaps out of his earlier thousand-yard stares and looks to her as he replies. "What? No way! He's a great fighter but he's just so overrated! That's like saying your favorite fighter is Mike Tyson! You'd only say it because it's what first comes to mind!" You never realized this before, but Bulk's appearance of a simpleton is just a ruse, he seems like a pretty intelligent guy. Shame on you for being so judgemental. Rainbow is taken aback by Bulk's retort. "Just because he is a popular choice doesn't mean he can't be my favorite! He's great and that's that!" She replies. "What about you Anon? Who is your favorite fighter?" Rainbow asks you, seemingly eager to shift focus away from herself. "Me? No contest, Ippo Makunouchi. The best Featherweight fighter Japan ever saw." Bulk laughs in earnest in response to your decision. "Wow! Now THAT'S an interesting choice." He doesn't seem to be mocking you for your love of the admittedly adorable Japanese boxer. "Watching him climb up into the world circuit was something else!" Bulk continues. "I lost my shit any time he wound up a Dempsey Roll. It was like watching a jet engine spool up, getting faster and faster and delivering more and more power." You reply, caught up in the enthusiasm. You glance to Rainbow and see she is confused. "Ippo Maku..Making...whatever! I never heard of him!" "I'm not really surprised. Despite his world success he, as a media figure, never really took off outside of Japan. But believe me when I say he was one of the best boxers the world had ever seen. He fought some seriously scary dudes." Bulk chimes in. "Yeah! His punches were so hard they would kill anyone but hardened fighters! So he went up against the best of the best!" "That's cool, I guess. He must be pretty strong." Rainbow replies from behind the divider. You can't see what she's doing but you suppose she's washing her legs or something. The shower returns to relative silence but for the sounds of the running water. But, the tension in the air has broken, and you all seem comfortable. You turn your water off, and step out of the shower, toweling your hair off. Rainbow is heard chuckling under the sounds of your towel. "Wow man, your dick is gonna look HUGE once all that fat comes off!" She says, choking back laughter the whole time. It's your turn to blush now, your eyes widening. Rainbow fully breaks down into uproarious laughter. Bulk steps in to cover you. "See something you like, Rainbow?" Her laughter stops abruptly as both you and Bulk erupt into laughter of your own. A few minutes later, you're all dressed and heading to the parking lot. You've got a warm smile on your face, thoroughly exhausted, but having enjoyed the time. The three of you reach your car first. You got yourself a nice little Japanese fastback coupe, thanks to a loaded uncle who left everyone in the family some dough. It's got some modifications to it, namely a small aftermarket spoiler, a wrap job, cold air intakes, coilover suspension and lightweight racing wheels and tires. A few decals are placed around the vehicle, bearing the logos of the manufacturers of the parts. The parts, though, you bought with cash earned by working at home as a freelance software debugger. Took you fucking forever. Rainbow wolf-whistles at the sight of your ride. "Wow Anon, that's a pretty cool car. Is it as fast as it looks?" Chuckling a little at her candor, you reply. "That depends on what you expect a fast car to look like. How do you know it's not just some shitty ricer?" Rainbow stops, unsure if you just called your own car a 'shitty ricer'. "Well, I think it's pretty fast. The stock motor produced 180 horsepower, which made it decently quick on it's own all things considered. A bit of tuning and a custom intake push it to 208, if the last dyno run is to be believed. That, combined with the lowered suspension and lighter wheels give it a zero-to-sixty time of 6.6 seconds, and a top speed of 144 miles-per-hour." "It's certainly not the fastest out there, but I do need to drive the thing every day. If I tried to give it even more power I'd just shorten the life of the motor. What I'm focusing on right now is improving the power-to-weight ratio by getting rid of unnecessary weight, like the back seats. I made it so I can put them back in whenever I want, because it DID have a lot of room back there considering it's a coupe." Rainbow smiles at the flurry of words you delivered. "You really love that car, don't you?" "Pride and joy." "It's a really cool car man! Maybe you can take us for a ride some day?" Bulk says, eagerness entering his voice. "Hell yeah man, just ask whenever." "I really want to right now but it's getting late, so I'll have to get a ride tomorrow! I'm gonna go to my car now, I'll catch you dudes later!" Bulk finishes. "Later Bulk!" Rainbow calls out. "See ya, man!" "He's right, it is getting late. I'll head out too. I'll see you tomorrow!" Rainbow's voice almost seems to quiver by the end of the sentence. Before you have time to really process it, she cutely smiles at you and lightly jabs your shoulder before running off. It's almost 6 o'clock now. Time to head home yourself. Getting in your car, you close the door and insert your key into the ignition. Instead of starting the car you sit and contemplate the events of the day. Doubt begins to eat at your mind. What if you become a burden to them? What if you already are and this is the last you'll ever see either of them? No. That's not the case, is it? Cranking the car, you eventually decide that they might actually genuinely like you, as strange as that seems to you. In a good mood, you slowly cruise home, taking in the sights of the city as it slowly approaches dusk. The next morning, as you pull into the parking lot, you decide to have a little fun. On the approach, you drop it to 1st gear, and as the revs approach the top of the range and your car the incoming corner, you pull your handbrake and swing the car around the corner, tail end stepping out of line. An uncommon thing for a front-wheel-drive car, but entirely possible if you're going fast enough. Your engine bounces off the rev limiter just before you upshift and speed towards your preferred section. Parking, you kill the motor and get out, only to be greeted with Rainbow's beaming face. "That. Was. Awesome!" A small blush forms on your face. It was sick as hell. "Well, yeah...but don't get any ideas. That shit ain't easy to do and I don't want you blaming me for a bent wheel or something." Really, you just didn't want her to get hurt. "Hey! I know that!" She pauses for a moment, looking down and away. "I just needed more practice was all..." she mumbles. You smile and picture her trying, and failing, to execute a handbrake turn. Cute. "Anyway, what's up Rainbow?" "Oh! Right! I wanted you to meet my friends. I told the girls about you last night and they want to see you!" Oh fuck. Don't panic. You're going to have to socialize. There's no way out of it without ramifications. Grin and bear it. ... Maybe it won't be so bad. After all, Rainbow likes you, maybe her friends will too? "Alright, where to?" "They're waiting in the cafeteria now. Come on!" Dragging you by the hand, she pulls you toward the school until you're right beside her, where she releases your han- wait was she just holding your hand lewd Shaking the saucy thoughts from your head, you fall into step beside her. You enter the cafeteria, and are taken to a table towards the front. Rainbow calls out, and your attention is drawn to a table with six girls seated around it. They all seem...weirdly distinct in comparison to some of the other students around. Eh, just chalk it up to you being crazy. You are offered a seat next to Rainbow Dash. Sitting down, you decide to take the initiative here. "Hey there. Name's Anon." "This is the guy I was telling you about! The one who obliterated Line Drive's ribs!" The girls have varied reactions to this. The one with the stetson speaks first. "Ah heard you both went down. What happened with you?" Before you can answer.....again... "He took a lot of damage in the fight, and once Line went down and didn't have anyone to fight anymore, he passed out!" Rainbow cuts in. Alright, that's not what happened at all, but...wait no, that's KIND OF what happened. It's not the whole story but it seems like Rainbow's trying to make you look good. Don't cock it up. "What a lowlife. Beatin' on an innocent guy like Anon. Hun, when you busted his ribs up I heard the noise in the parking lot. He got what was coming to him. Oh lord, how rude of me. Name's Applejack! or AJ, fer short." She extends her hand to you, and you take it and shake i-fucking christ her grip is strong. Alright, you wanna play it that way? You keep a mostly straight face, smiling slightly in response to the gesture. "Nice to meet you." She seems pleased by the strength of your grip. She's not one for weakness, it seems. ha ha if only she knew "Well, all things considered you seem well! My name is Rarity, it is a pleasure to meet you." The purple haired, frankly gorgeous girl speaks up next. "Likewise!" you eagerly reply. She also offers her hand to shake, and using your autist power, you determine that she may be on the gentle side. You are sure to grip as lightly as possible as you shake her hand. Your world suddenly becomes pink. "Wowie! You were all like 'woosh' and 'boosh' and he was all 'CRACK' and 'AHHHHHH' and he was being such a big meanie but you beat him up and then you just fell over and hi my name's Pinkie Pie!" nani? "Uhh...hi!" You recover slowly, but do your best to greet her kindly. She responds with a wall of words so tremendous it completely escapes the realm of human understanding. The best you could make out were words generally referring to confectioneries and parties. Everything else is a fluffy pink blur. Rather than shaking hands, she lifts you in your entirety and shakes YOU like one would shake a baby. After being set down, your brain stops. It is entirely unable to process the information it has been presented. You come to the conclusion you are faced with an eldritch god with an affinity for pink and, you assume, amphetamines. Shaking off the abject horror, you turn to face the next girl as she greets you. ... As she greets you. AS SHE GREETS YOU. Okay, this girl with the lighter pink hair and the white shirt and seriously huge tiddies okay Holy shit Them's some tits. HET. Focus on the task at hand. The girl is hiding behind her hair, so you'll just let her go for the time being. As you turn, you are greeted by a much nerdier looking girl with purple, straight hair. She rolls her eyes before speaking to you. "Sorry, that's Fluttershy. She's a little on the shy side." ....maybe Jack Dempsey's name isn't so weird after all. "Anyway, I'm Twilight Sparkle. Rainbow's told us a fair bit about you, it's great to finally meet you!" You find yourself blushing slightly. Again. After exchanging some pleasantries with Twilight, you come to the final girl in the lineup. You recognize her. The single most beautiful girl in school. The demon. The outcast. Sunset Shimmer. Your heart drops in anticipation. But she greets you with a warm smile. You decide to pretend like you don't really know her. "Hi, I'm Anon. And you're..." "Sunset Shimmer. It's really great to meet you, Anon! Say, I'm afraid I have to ask a favor of you." "Yeah? Shoot." Unusual...where is she going with this? "When you next see Line Drive..." Her face hardens tremendously in a way that deeply frightens you. "Make sure he doesn't get back up." She whispers to you with deadly intent, before turning back into her previously cheerful self. Holy shit, you think your heart stopped for a second there. That was one of the scariest things you've ever had happen to you. So why...do you feel kind of happy about that? And mildly aroused? Some time passes as you and the girls talk. Before you know it, the starting bell rings and you all go off to your respective 1st period classes. What do you know, you find yourself walking to class with Butterquiet. You didn't realize you had a class with her... no real surprise now in hindsight. But god damn is she cute. Absolutely adorable "did you have to hit him so hard" She emits a series of nearly inaudible vocalizations. Oh, they were words...you think. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that." "Did you have to hit him so hard?" Fluttershy says, now with surprising clarity. You take a moment to ponder the question. No, wait, the other thing. "Really, I should have hit him harder." Fluttershy recoils in near-horror at your hasty response. "Uh, what I mean to say is, he started the fight. He had been antagonizing me for weeks, and once I finally got sick of his shit and called him out, he swung at me. Really, it was my fault for getting hit." Fluttershy suddenly looks concerned, not with you but FOR you. "That goddamned neanderthal ass-backwards knuckle-dragging dipshit COCKSUCKER throws some of the slowest, widest punches I've ever seen. If I wasn't so caught up in my 'heroic defiance' I would have seen that weak-ass punch coming." Ah, there's the horror. On in full force this time. "Anon! Please! Watch your language! You'll get us both in trouble!" Oh yeah, ha ha. You will. "Oh man, sorry. I kinda got ahead of myself there." you gently reply. "He must have really upset you to have you acting like this. I'm sorry, I didn't know." "But still, you could have killed him. You know he's still in the hospital?" Internally, you laugh uproariously as his misfortune. Outwardly, however... "Oh man, I really didn't mean to do that much damage. I just threw a punch out of desperation is all." "I know. Just... be careful when you're training with Rainbow, okay? She really doesn't know how to meter herself." Heh. Running the meter. "Right. Thanks Fluttershy." Your day passes normally. Almost normally, that is. You notice a few guys from the baseball team giving you the stink eye, whereas by contrast the guys from the football team seem to cast critical, almost analytical gazes your way. Some of the girls you pass the the halls still regard you as they always have... But you swear you got a wink and some batted eyelashes at some point. Life isn't going to be easy now, is it? It wasn't before, but something tells you that you've got another fight just around the corner to worry about. When this monologue was playing in your head, you did not intend this literally. Someone just tried to sucker punch you, acting purely on instinct you manage to duck beneath the blow. You find yourself face to face with none other than....actually you have no idea who this guy is. Pretty standard looking douchecanoe to you. You also realize you're outside, again. You must have passed out of one of the building side exits while you were providing exposition. To yourself. Wasting no time, you drop your backback to the ground and raise your fists for a fight. "Line Drive was my friend! You tried to kill him you fucking fat asshole! I'm gonna make you pay!" While he's rambling on about how you killed his father or some shit, you take the opportunity to analyze every square inch of his stance. Feet too far apart. Legs not pointed in the right direction. His knees are locked but his head is crouched. His fists are balled up way too tightly. His hips are rotated for a southpaw style... But the rest of his body isn't. And most importantly of all... He has no guard. Smirking, you imagine this should be over quickly. He comes charging at you, fist raised above and behind his head. Okay you know what? You're going to hurt this stupid fuck for making a mockery of the fight. You easily sidestep his wild, uncoordinated charge and deliver a sharp left jab to his exposed cheek. He seems stunned by the blow, and you could probably follow up with a straight here. But, you want to send him to join his buddy in the hospital. Even if just for a concussion. He starts swinging wildly at you, with an occasionally impressive upper or hook mixed in with all the formless long roundhouses. Backstepping this insipid barrage, you take stock of the surroundings. A small crowd has gathered here. The teachers won't be far behind. Dammit! You really wanted to wail on this guy, but you need to end it quick. Waiting for a moment in his attack to falter, you step in and deliver a one-two. A sharp left jab to his right cheek and a hard straight to the nose. He nearly fell over after just that. But his arms are low, near the pockets of his jeans. His chin is wide open. Time to launch a crowd pleaser. You pull your right fist to your hip, and swing it behind you, your body and stance lowering all the while. You're in a deep crouch by the time you're ready to let the punch fly. Finally, channeling your strength from your legs, you begin to push away from the earth beneath you and send your fist skyward. Your whole body is twisting and tensed as you launch the single hardest uppercut you've ever thrown. You can feel the air rush around you as a high pressure area builds in front of you, and a low pressure one behind you. You grit your teeth for the impact, before opening your mouth in a bonafide war cry. There is a glint of realization in his eye as he comes to understand the gravity of his situation, and the fact he can do nothing to change it. And finally.... You connect. For a moment, it seems like nothing happens. But suddenly, the impact sends a shockwave down your arm as the punch lands on his chin with a crack. Ouch, his teeth knocked together. Air rushes around you as an explosive noise is unleashed from the force of the impact, his chin going up and lifting off of his feet. Your punch was powerful enough to send him flying. Granted, his balance was already way off and was probably going to fall over anyway, but damn if you didn't take advantage and make it look good. You recover your stance as he falls limply to the ground, entirely unconscious. K.O. Motherfucker. The crowd is stunned. You're a little stunned, actually. Now that you can stop and think about it.... Where did THAT come from? That was, in no uncertain terms, a savage hit. He is NOT waking up anytime soon. For a brief moment, you fear he's dead. Thankfully, you do eventually see him breathing. Your eyes flick up to the crowd, scanning it for other potential hostiles. "I better not find this online." You confidently sound off. Satisfied with your work, you slowly walk forward, heading in the direction of the parking lot. Sunset emerges from the crowd as you do. >The look in her eyes is one of shock and disbelief. "That was... Incredible." Not wanting to lose the cool, stoic image you've briefly found yourself with, you don't stop walking but instead motion for her to join you. A few minutes later, you're in the parking lot with the other girls, all excitedly chatting about your win. Rarity was there to catch that one, but she was behind you in the crowd so you didn't wind up walking towards her. Rainbow heard there was a fight going on and rushed to come see, figuring it was you, but found an opportunity to buy you some time by keeping some teachers busy. Bulk is currently in the weight room, but Rainbow has sent him a text detailing your first real victory. He's on his way now. Fluttershy is her usual worried self, but you notice her blushing slightly as she listens to the story of the short fight. It only lasted about 50 seconds. That's all it took. One rookie mistake by your opponent and you punished him for it. You really shouldn't make a habit of beating up school kids, you think. Who knows? You might wind up a boxer after all. You're still riding the high of the fight when Sunset pulls you aside. "Do you think this is going to be a common thing for you now?" She asks, concern evident in her tone. "Maybe for a while. But I knock one or two more dudes on their asses and even your average ape will get it in their heads that I know how to fight." "Where did you learn all this stuff, anyway?" "I just like boxing. I learned a lot just by watching professionals fight. Not merely spectating but truly watching what they did. Plus, I do...um.. Practice, in my free time." You are afraid that it will come off as immature and weird, but Shimmer's expression brightens to vivid color. "You're pretty kickass, you know that? Even if you're a bit of a nerd." She says, no small amount of piss being taken, yet it still comes off as at least partly genuine. Maybe more than partly, judging by this smile she's giving you. Wow. She really is beautiful. A worrying twinge in your crotchal region warns you of impending doom, so you decide to refocus yourself. "Thanks, Sunset. I sometimes want to go pro someday." "Come here for a second." She grabs your arms and begins posing you like a doll. After a period of embarrassing manipulation, she's finished. "There. Yeah, I can see it." "I can see a pro fighter in there." She states matter-of-factly. You're in an exaggerated orthodox pose, sometimes seen in promotional photos of professional boxers. A small, but undeniably goofy smile on your face. The other girls look over, smiles all around. They each sound an acknowledgement with Sunset. "That's a boxer alright!" from AJ. "Indeed! A real gentleman brawler." from Rarity. "yay" from Fluttershy. "Heck yeah!" from Rainbow. "Let's throw a victory party!" from Ponk. "He'll take the ring by storm!" from Twilight. And, seen charging in from the distance, is Bulk's say. "YEEEEAAAH! A REAL K.O. MACHINE!" Pride wells in your chest, along with some embarrassment from all this attention. Sunset leaves you a quick peck on the cheek, before she pulls away as fast as she came, flashing you a quick wink. You've got more than pride, welling up now. A tear threatens to form in your eye. Before that can happen, Bulk arrives, and takes your hand up in his own in a solid handshake held eye level. The girls invite you out to join them for a dinner at a local grill. Bulk too, because he's kind of a sweetheart and they'd never leave him out. And so, with a few scars and a new, wonderful memory you follow them into town, a convoy of cars celebrating an impromptu victory. You used to wonder how much worse your life could get. You then found strength in your idols. Now, you will soon begin the climb upwards, to hopefully one day enter their elite pantheon of heroes and champions. You are Anon. And you have just won your first fight. > Chapter 2: Bonds Part One > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Two months have passed. You have been working hard. Lost quite a bit of weight, and grown your muscles. Your arms have some tone and definition now, and are considerably beefier. Plus, with Rainbow's cardio training, you have much more stamina. All in all, you're a much healthier person. You FEEL healthier. Better. You feel ready to take on anything. Right now though, you're in the lunchroom, enjoying....subsisting on some lunch. "What are you going to be doing after school, Sunset? Any plans for the weekend?" Twilight asks, breaking your train of thought. Sunset seems to ponder the question before eventually answering. "Well... I'm actually getting the whole weekend off since I worked more earlier this week. After school..no, nothing else either. Guess I'm free!" She says with a smile. Pinkie being...herself, she reaches across the table and grabs Sunset's shoulders as she yells, "Oh! Oh! We should have a sleepover! It's been so long!" "We had one a little over two months ago, Pinkie." Twilight states, matter-of-factly. "Exactly! Soooooo looooong!" You chuckle to yourself as Pinkie wrangles the rest of the girls into her plan. You always did wonder what it was like. Having a sleepover, that is. It was never something you really got around to doing, especially not with so many people. Attractive girls, rather. Before you can be swept up in your lecherous thoughts, Pinkie grabs your attention. "Oh! You should come too, Anon! We'd love to have you!" Eh? "Come on, you know you want to. Sleeping, together, with 7 pretty girls!" Nani?! The thought, plus the weird look Pinkie is giving you teases a blush out of your cheeks. What kind of power is this? You cast glances at the other girls, unsure of what they're going to think of this intrusion. A mixed bag, it seems. Some seem off-put, others seemingly eager. You never were good at reading faces. "Uh, I don't know Pinkie. I mean, I'm flattered, but isn't this supposed to be a 'girls only' kind of thing?" "Sure, if you want to play by society's messed up gender stereotypes." She says with a huff. "I, uh, don't think gender stereotypes really play into this one." "Do you really not want to hang out with us?" Pinkie pouts like a puppydog, tugging at your ever-vulnerable heartstrings. "It's not that I don't want to Ponks, but it's not up to me!" Before Pinkie can react, Sunset speaks up. "I wouldn't mind you joining us. What about you, girls?" After a brief moment of hushed discussion, they all nod in agreement. "Huh. Well, I guess that's settled then." you say. Pinkie hugs you tightly, more so than she really ought to be able to, before exclaiming "Oh boy oh boy oh boy! Tonight is gonna be so much fun!" You can only imagine. Later that evening, you find yourself outside the home of Rainbow Dash, who elected to host for tonight. You've been here a couple of times, mostly just to grab things for the gym or to relax afterwards. Never been here for more than a few hours though, certainly never overnight. You steel your spaghetti against the oncoming onslaught and knock on her door. "Come on in, Anon!" you hear from deeper within the home. You changed clothes earlier, now wearing a form-fitting t-shirt and comfortable jeans. Thanks to your recent improvements to your physiology, the shirt is actually pretty flattering, accentuating your shoulders and arms. You adjust said shirt before opening the door and entering. Following the voices of the girls, you find yourself in the living room, a small overnight bag slung over your shoulder. The girls are sitting on the couches, which have been moved closer together and closer to the TV and coffee table. Rarity and Fluttershy are doing something on their phones, Twilight is on her laptop, Pinkie and Rainbow Dash are playing some video game on the TV, and AJ and Sunset are watching the two play. "Sup?" The girls all turn to you, smiling, as you exchange some brief greetings. Dash takes advantage of the distraction though, quickly turning back to hastily defeat Pinkie. "Aww, Rainbow! I wasn't looking!" "Sorry Pinks, you know how it is. Ya snooze ya lose!" Dash replies with a wide smile. Getting comfortable on an available couch seat, you set your bag down beside you and lean back, relaxing. Having sat next to Twilight, she speaks to you in a quiet, but happy tone. "You having a good evening so far, Anon?" "Eh, not so bad. I reckon tonight should be pretty nice though." Electing not to verbally respond, she simply casts you a pleasant smile and returns to her laptop. Leaning back, you close your eyes, just to take in the sounds and smells of the room. The atmosphere is deeply relaxing. Really, you've never been so comfortable around people before. It's nice. Just as you think this, though, you suddenly are hit with familiar, strong sweet smell. "Heyyyy, Anon!" Pinkie says, drawing her sounds out, long and low. Unf Before you have a chance to open your eyes, you feel something weighty but soft impact your lap. The smell is stronger than before now, and you feel something squeeze your hips from both sides. Eyes shooting open in response to the unusual stimuli, you find Pinkie's face merely inches from your own. She is sitting in your lap, knees bent and at your sides. She's wearing a loose t-shirt and some pretty alarmingly short shorts. Her eyes are lidded, and you feel yourself blush hard as your heart rate spikes. "Ready to have some...fun?" Pinkie says, speaking in a low and husky whisper. You can feel her breath against your face. NANI!? Doing your best fish impression, you find yourself unable to speak. AJ quickly comes to your rescue, pulling the succubus off of you. "Pinkie! Quit messing with Anon!" She lectures, before turning to you. "Girl just ain't right." Pinkie giggles, snorts, then both at the same time before speaking up. "Sorry AJ! It's just too much fun!" You sigh internally, both relieved and disappointed. "Thanks, Applejack." That's all you can manage to croak out. AJ turns and walks off with a smirk. Rainbow Dash begins to head your way now as well. "Hey big guy! Now that you're here, I want to show you something I set up for us in the basement! The rest of you all should come too!" "In the basement? The hell? What are you planning, Skittles?" Rolling her eyes indignantly at your nickname, she replies. "Come on down and you'll see!" Soon enough, you find yourself in the basement of her abode. And you aren't greeted with the sight you expected to see. "A boxing ring? You set up a boxing ring in your basement?" You ask, incredulously. "Yep! Now I can spar pretty much whenever I want!" She tosses you a set of regulation sparring gear. "Here, put this on." Not questioning things, you put it on, wondering where she's going with this. By the time you're done, you hear Rainbow enter the ring. "Come on big guy! Get up in here, we're gonna spar a couple of rounds!" WHAT?! "Rainbow? You can't be serious." "Of course I am! Now come on!" "Dash, I am like 8 weight classes above you NOT TO MENTION in an entirely different gender division?" "Who cares, it's not like you're even gonna be able to really hit me. I wanna show you how fast I really am!" The girls all exchange worried glances. Sunset walks up behind you, placing a hand on your right shoulder. "Rainbow Dash, I don't want to downplay your abilities, but boxing has weight classes for a reason, right? You could get seriously hurt." "I'm tired of hearing that! Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't hold my own against the rest of them! Get IN here Anon so I can beat you already!" You know what? If she wants to prove herself... "Alright. I guess it's time I show you how far I've come too." The girls snap their heads to you, unbelieving in your reckless judgement. Rarity is the first to speak up. "Anonymous, darling, perhaps you should reconsider?" Sunset next. "Yeah Anon, this doesn't seem like a great idea. Knowing Rainbow, she might wind up hurting YOU." You feel your fists clench in their gloves. "We'll be fine." You climb into the small, but well lit ring. "Atta boy! AJ, can you keep the bell and timer? 3 minute rounds!" She speaks to you like one would speak to a dog that obeys. You try to resist it, but you feel anger welling up within you. "Uh...alright, it's y'alls funeral." AJ says, ringing the bell to punctuate her statement. Taking the orthodox boxing stance, you find Dash has already closed the distance. You're still in your damned corner! You raise your guard just in time to deflect Dash's flurry of jabs. Christ, even with sparring gloves these hits hurt! Sliding your left foot forward, you throw your left arm out in a jab of your own. Rainbow jumps back, instantly moving out of range of your blows and dodging your jab. Shit! She's going to be using an outboxing stance. Should have figured. She starts bouncing and moving her feet, keeping her weight ready to shift in any direction and making it harder to read her movements. Again, before you can respond, she suddenly closes the gap again and starts pelting you with one-twos from all sides. A few make it past your guard, and one hard right clips your lower ribcage. Fuck! How hard can she hit? Your guard falters, and she takes advantage. Stepping forward, fast as lightning, she lands a straight right to your jaw. Despite your sparring gear, you feel consciousness take leave of you for a moment. She almost KO'd you! Anon, get your head in the game! Casting a glance at the girls outside the ring, they all share grimaces of empathized pain. Looking back towards RD, you find she's right up in your grill again! God dammit! Desperate for a change of pace, you raise your guard peek-a-boo style and crouch, stepping off to the right. You throw a left jab in her direction, but you know the hit will be shallow. Sure enough, it connects shallowly against Dash's.... "Hey now, don't go and start hitting my boobs now, you pervert." Rainbow Dash taunts you with a grin, and you feel your restraint slip further and further away. You abandon defense, and charge in. Dash seemed to expect this, and she delivers a sharp left to your nose. Another to your right eye... And another to your chin. Fuck it! Just keep throwing jabs! A few hits bounce of her guard, several miss, but one connects solidly with her cheek. Her guard tightens, becoming like a castle wall. But she's off balance. Her stance is all weird, you must have shifted her weight. You wind up a straight right of your own, twisting your body as it goes. It impacts her raised arms, and initially it seems like her guard holds. But your punch breaks through! Her guard definitely took the brunt of the blow, but she's staggered even more! So much so, that she loses balance and her butt impacts the mat. AJ rings the bell, and you stand aside. You're already pretty sore from Rainbow's unending assault, but one solid hit, even through her guard, has given you the advantage. But hey, you aren't panting. Your breathing is still heavy, but it's reasonable. Dash looks stunned, and before anyone can begin a ten count, she stands and returns to a fighting pose. "Don't think that was anything special, Anon! I'm gonna make you hurt now!" The bell rings once more, and she... Isn't charging at you? Alright, let's do it that way then. You throw a left jab, to gauge her reactions. When you're immediately met with a counterpunch! Your nose hurts like hell all of a sudden, and you feel blood trickle from beneath it. Dash just triumphantly smirks. Oh, you bitch. Having lost all control, you dive in with a speed that closely resembles RD's. She wasn't expecting this, judging by the look on her face. Her right foot slips backwards, and she's locked in a fighting pose. You know what to do. You bring your right fist down to your side, and channel the fury into it. Rainbow seems to realize what you're doing, but thanks to her awkward pose, she's can't retreat. Instead, she raises her guard in a crossblock, bracing herself for the worst. Yeah, and the worst is exactly what she's going to get. You're tired of being humiliated. She may be your friend, but it's almost like she doesn't respect you! You know what, Rainbow Dash? Respect this! Your body as low to the ground as you dare to be, you push up with your legs and channel it all into your rising fist. You get the briefest glimpse of fear in her eyes as it impacts her guard. The noise is like an explosion, echoing throughout the house. Rainbow is lifted straight upwards, crossblock still in place but her head is slung around by the sheer force of the impact. Her arms are limp by her sides by the time she impacts the mat. Her eyes are closed. She's out. The girls can only look on in shock and horror. You quickly realize you just threw the same uppercut you used against that other jackoff against a high school girl. Your friend, no less. Horror consumes you as you yell out to her, fearing for her safety. "Dash! Holy shit!" You run to her side and crouch, checking her for signs of serious damage. Her eyes slowly open as she groans. She quickly realizes what happened and turns to look at you. "Dude..." Your heart has sunk deep into your stomach. Christ, she's only 130 pounds! You're over TWICE that weight at 275! "That....Anon..." Her words are quiet, but her gaze doesn't falter. "That...was...AWESOME!" Anon.exe has encountered an error and must restart. "Dude! That upper of yours is amazing! You KO'd me with sparring gear AND through my guard!" You can only purse your lips as you process all this. She quickly stands, hands on your shoulders. "We have got to work on that!" She stares at the middle of your face as her face tenses. "But uhh, maybe later. Let's make sure that isn't broken." Wha- oh yeah, your nose is bleeding. Oh fug, it's all over the mat and your shirt. Just a bunch of small drops, not like you're bleeding profusely, but still. After the two of you remove your sparring gear and begin the walk to the little table with the medkit, the girls surround you. "My god, are you sure you're okay Rainbow darling?" "Well darn, Anon, that's one hell of a punch. Just glad ya didn't obliterate the poor girl." AJ says to you. Rainbow replies, annoyed at AJ's unbelief. "Hey! He's got a great punch but it'll take more than that to keep me down!" Sunset looks you over, seemingly searching for something. "Well, you don't look much worse for wear, minus the nose. Are you sure you're okay?" You open your mouth to speak, but get a mouthful of blood. Shit. "Ah, fug! Ah god bud oh mah tug!" Sunset just giggles in response. Yeah, guess you're okay after all. Rainbow and Twilight both work to check your nose for serious damage, but give you the all clear after they stop the bleeding. Twilight then seats Rainbow, checking her for a concussion. Rainbow ain't happy about it, though. "I don't have a concussion Twi! I'm fine!" "I'm not about to take the chance, Rainbow. SIT. DOWN." Smiling at Twilight's adorable stern voice, you remove your shirt and get a good look at the blood on it. Yep. It's fucking ruined. Sighing, you look back to the girls to ask Rarity if there is any way to salvage it. However, you notice the girls, even Twilight and Rainbow are looking at you with wide eyes. Uhhhh...feeling self-conscious now. "What?" you exclaim. You examine yourself and find you have a subtle sheen of sweat that highlighted your newly toned arms and shoulders in the intense light. Looking back to them, they all turn away, choosing to look at literally anything else. You start to feel kind of bad, when you notice the subtle blush that a few of them are sporting. Except Pinkie. She keeps stealing glances and looking away, whistling like nothing is wrong. "Ehhhh, yeah. Anyway, Rarity is there a way to get all this damn blood out? I liked this shirt." She turns to you, blush briefly intensifying before she gets down to business. "Oh goodness! Blood is such a nightmare to treat! We have to get this cleaned ASAP!" Snatching the shirt from your hands, she rushes off to Rainbow's laundry room. "How's she looking Twi, Dash alright?" "It would appear so. It's wisest to get her checked out by a doctor, but she shouldn't have a concussion." "I TOLD you!" Twi, qt as ever, sticks her tongue out and turns away. This is gonna be a long night. About an hour later, you're all huddled up on a giant sleeping space made of a boatload of blankets and comforters, underneath two large blankets. Watching a horror movie, no less. Since you're the fresh face, they let you pick the movie. Oh yes. Time for ALIEN. Maybe ALIENS if there's time. Now you've gotten to the point where the xenomorph first appears, and Sunset is firmly holding your right arm. Rainbow Dash is resting against your left shoulder. You are both very comfy, and barely containing your spaghetti. You stay like this for a while, when Pinkie crawls behind you, and rests her head on your right shoulder. She squeezes between you and Sunset to see the movie. She doesn't say anything, and you hear her gentle breathing. Not to mention the ever-present smell of cotton candy. Yeah, you're pretty comfy. At the scariest parts of the movie, Sunset fully embraced you, finding some comfort in your presence. Pinkie comments that you're like a big ol' teddy bear. Rainbow Dash laughs at the imagery, but she snuggles up to you all the same. Before long, the other girls slowly pile in to form a giant writhing mass of cuddles. A few times here and there, you feel someone brush against your crotch. At first, you figured it was a genuine accident until finally someone got a big handful of man meat. Rarity, as it turns out. She fesses up and profusely apologizes, but you obviously don't mind. She insists on making it up to you for her perceived slight. "Grab her by the pussy!" Pinkie chimes, much to the horror of everyone. "Yeah, we won't be doing that. But honestly Rarara, you don't have to make up anything to me. It was an accident." She still seems pensive, and you decide on a risky gamble. "Look at it from my perspective. A very beautiful woman just grabbed my unit. Frankly, I should be thanking you." You say, with a smug expression. The fashionista gasps, blushes, then huffs in frustration. The girls all get a good laugh out of it, even Rarity after a short while. "Are you sure? I just feel awful about it. Is there anything I can do? Anything at all?" Boy is she persistent. One thing you notice about her is her overwhelming generosity. She's really a very kind person, even if her appearance and attitude would belie that notion. "Eh. Hug it out?" Rarity positively beams at you before wrapping you up in an elegant, but comfortably firm hug. A hum of satisfaction escapes her, and you can't help but smile about it. Pinkie then tackles you, wrapping her arms around your neck. "PUPPY PILE!" Oh fug Sure enough, the girls all yell in glee as they set upon you like wild animals consuming their prey. Being hugged simultaneously by 7 cute girls all on top of you stirs some alarming sensations. Anon, this is boner control. Launch vehicle is on the pad and prepping for takeoff. Boner control, abort that sequence you do NOT have authorization to launch! The girls disperse after a few minutes, all the while you desperately fight for control of your johnson. With titanic willpower, you suppress your erectile manifestation. After it's all said and done, everyone begins winding down for the night. You go to the bathroom, one of them anyway, to take a leak before bed. You'd have to kill yourself if you managed to piss your pants overnight. Shaking it loose, you seal the beast back in it's lair, flush and go to wash your hands. Normally you don't after a simple piss, but with all these girls you better not risk it. As you dry your hands, the bathroom door opens. Fucking shit you forgot to lock the damn thing! Before you can speak up though, Sunset peeks her head through the door, meeting your gaze. "Hey." She says, slipping into the room and closing the door behind her. Boner control, standby. Affirmative! She saunters up behind you and wraps her arms around your chest, resting her head on your shoulder as you stare into the mirror above the sink. "I had a lot of fun tonight." Whispering, you can feel her breath and lips tickle the back of your ear. A shiver and massive wave of tingling climbs up and down your spine. "Sorry if I'm being a little forward, but I love feeling your body. I can feel just how strong you really are, and it's...." She pauses, searching for the words. "Addicting." "Tantalizing." Anon, this is boner control, ready to launch on your command. Stand by, BC. Gotta time this right. "I always enjoyed being touched. Physical affection is my greatest weakness!" Sunset giggles at your sentiment. You turn to look at her directly, her face no more than two inches from your own. Locking eyes, the two of you sit in silence,and a ithout thinking, you move forward for a kiss. Sunset reciprocates with vigor. A few short pecks and smacks to test the waters, then... *Mild lewd ahead, brace yourself. Ctrl+F "endlewd" to skip.* You're leaning against the sink as Sunset explores your mouth in a heated, passionate exchange. Your hands crawl along her body, lingering at her hips. Unsure of your permissions, you slowly slide your hand across her firm, full butt. A short but highly sensual moan tells you everything you need to know. Going to town on her ass with one hand, your other moves up to cup her breasts. One of her hands reaches down to caress your loosely contained dick. Boner control, you have permission to launch. She grins as much as she can while locked with your lips as she feels your sizeable member grow. As she handles you downstairs, your left hand reaches under her shirt and grabs her exposed breast. Wow, she wasn't wearing a bra? How bold. That's fucking hot. Your right hand reaches beneath the waistband of her loose sweatpants to grab... Bare ass? She isn't wearing pant- No there we go, she's just wearing a fucking thong. Unf. You gently pinch her nipple, eliciting a squeak from the girl. Her vibrant hair bounces and waves with her every motion. As if to exact revenge, she gives you a gentle but firm squeeze on your balls. Your lewd exchange continues for several minutes, before Sunset removes herself from your mouth with a *pop*. Between heavy breaths, she speaks. "Maybe...maybe we should...get back to the girls...before they get suspicious." Damn, she's right. Don't wanna spoil the party. Your bodies slowly, regretfully untangle. Boner control, time to reel it in. We'll get another chance. Roger, Anon. Withdrawing....dammit. I feel you BC. Before it's all over though, Sunset reaches into her pants, diving into her womanhood. She then removes her hand, now coated with her love juices. She's absolutely drenched. Damn son. Opening your mouth to speak, you're cut off by her hand being shoved into your mouth. Her juices are deliciously sweet, and you savor every second of it. Even her skin tastes good. But no, she's not done teasing you. She reaches down once more and gets another fresh coat of her nectar. You expect her to lick it herself, but to your surprise she pulls the waistband of your pants with her dry hand. She then reaches inside and begins slathering your member with her fluid. Several slow, amazing strokes of her gentle hand consume your thoughts. This, is heaven. Eventually though, the fluid dries up and she is forced to remove her hand. As she goes to wash her hands, she whispers to you. "Go on out now. I'll be out in a minute." Words fail you, and you weakly nod in response as you make your way out. *endlewd* What the hell was that? It was... Amazing. The passionate exchange between you and Sunset is all you can think about. Reentering the living room, you sit in the space next your bag and get ready for bed. But... Something feels off. The girls are staring at you. You can't even really understand what face their making. The expressions are almost neutral, but...something about it is setting you on edge. Rainbow surprises you from behind. "So, big guy, what were you doing in there?" Oh fuck. OH FUCK. OH FUCK. "Tell me about it. Is she good? Does she excite you?" Oh god oh god oh god oh fuck what do I do? Her breath is hot against the back of your neck. She's firmly pressed against your back, hands gripping your shoulders. Sunset finally enters the living room, looking like her normal self. "Ahh! Well, I'm ready to get some sleep." She is met with silence and stares, much like you were. But the others snatch her down and begin whispering in her ears, out of range of your own hearing. Scared "Sunset is a pretty great girl, Anon. Have you seen that ass of hers?" Rainbow is whispering directly in your ear now, her lips tickling the sensitive flesh. "Does she swallow?" "Okay, shit Dash! Take it easy! Nothing like that happened!" You angrily reply. It very nearly did, but oh well. "Really? So what did you two get up to in there?" Rainbow has that same shit-eating grin she wears any time she's feeling superior. Blushing heavily, you look down and muster a reply. "We kissed. Okay? Please don't make her feel bad about this." Rainbow's expression softens, in a way you aren't used to seeing. It's like she has the face of a loving sister, or something like that. A gentle, welcoming smile. A stark contrast to her usual intense expressions. "Nah, a little bit of teasing won't hurt. I do honestly think you two are kind of cute together." Before you can reply though, a heavily blushing Sunset sits at your side. She doesn't say anything, instead she simply sits next to you trying to calm herself down. Dash's expression suddenly changes again. Now she looks more like a predator eyeing up her prey. An almost malicious grin creeps up her lips. "Hey, Sunset..." Sunset looks up to meet Rainbow's gaze, and the prismatic haired girl closes the gap, as if to whisper to her. You try to listen bu- HOLY SHIT SHE'S KISSING SUNSET Your jaw, alongside the other girls drops hard. Sunny's eyes are wide in surprise, but she does not resist. Dash's eyes are closed, lost in her sudden and passionate kiss. Before long it's broken, and Dash scoots back to her previous position. "Well? Who's got the better kiss? Me or Anon?" Fluttershy is just fucking dead, Pinkie is thinking harder than she ever has before, Rarity sits mouth agape. AJ...is having a hard time with this new information. Her brow creases and rests over and over as she tries to process it all. Twilight is blushing pretty fucking hard and her eyes dash back and forth between the two temporary lesbians. What the ACTUAL FUCK is going on?! ~Sunset Shimmer~ A few minutes ago, you were locked in a battle of sexual will with Anon. Ever since you saw that first fight, you found yourself growing more and more attracted to the ever-improving man. Months have gone by and that fire still grew, as you learned more about him. He's kind, thoughtful, understanding, sweet, tall, strong, handsome... Even though he used to be a pudgy loner...he's still a little pudgy but it's growing on you. You want him. And now, you've been found out as the girls surround you and bombard you with questions you cannot answer. "Darling, I must know! How do his hands feel?" "Can yah feel how strong he is? If ah got mah hands on him..." "Where did this all come from, Sunset? I couldn't have predicted you and Anon..." "HOW BIG IS HIS DICK" Thanks, Pinkie. Only weak whimpers are your replies, as you cannot find the strength to speak. Rarity cups your chin and looks closely into your eyes. "Darling, please don't feel embarrassed. Anon is turning out to be quite the man. Don't let anyone stand in the way of your passion!" She finishes her sentence with a quick peck on your cheek before pushing you towards Anon. You crawl over the massive makeshift bed and sit next to him. Rainbow is telling him something, with a warm expression you aren't used to seeing. Even though you got ahead of yourself back there, you can't help but feel.... You can't help but feel comfortable around Anonymous. Something about him makes you want to bury your face in his chest and increasingly cute belly and just lie there forever. "Hey, Sunset..." You're brought out of your thoughts by Rainbow. Looking up to meet her gaze, she's gotten pretty close to your face. What on earth is she do- SHE IS KISSING YOU RAINBOW DASH IS STRAIGHT UP KISSING YOU RIGHT NOW HER TONGUE IS INSIDE YOUR MOUTH But, you can't resist! You submit to her forceful entry. Before you can stop yourself, your lips begin to return her kiss. It's...different, but it feels just as good. Dash breaks the kiss with a wet *plop*. Your breathing alongside hers has grown heavy. "Well? Who's got the better kiss? Me, or Anon?" What? The better kiss? What is she trying to do here? She moves away from you and back to Anon, sitting in front of him. "Maybe I should just see how Anon's is!" What is her game here? You fail to und- SHE IS KISSING ANON OH MY GOD SHE IS KISSING ANON FULL ON FRENCHING HIM ANON WHAT THE HELL Why is this turning you on Sunset, this is the pussy control. The dam is set to break any minute here! What are you doing up there? NO STOP Anon, after a few moments, pushes Rainbow Dash away and takes a deep breath. "WHOO! Okay, okay. Holy shit. While I process what the fuck is going on how about we get some shuteye, eh?" He is exasperated and nervous, casting guilty glances at you. Is he afraid that you don't like him anymore? Let's dispel that sentiment right away! Moving over, you hug Anon's left arm and speak to the group. "Anon's right! We should get some rest!" The rest of the group seems to agree, though not without a few teasing faces. A few minutes later, the lights are off and everyone is laying down and going to sleep. You lay directly next to Anon, on your side you continue to hug his muscular left arm. He really does make you feel safe. "Hey...Sunset?" he whispers to you. "Yeah?" "I don't know what Rainbow's doing, but I hope it hasn't messed up...the thing we had going." "The thing?" "Not the almost sex thing, before that. I get the feeling we're gonna be... Closer. I don't want anything to fuck that up." "Language, Anon. But no, it hasn't. I want to get closer. I really do." Leaning over, you kiss him gently on the lips. ~Anonymous~ Sunset places a tender kiss on your lips. She fully cuddles up against you, head resting on your chest. Man, she's cute. You lay your head back and close your eyes, ready to be claimed by sleep. Before you do, however... "Hey...Anon?" Rainbow Dash whispers to you from your right. Without opening your eyes, you reply. "Yeah?" For a moment, silence is all you hear. "Nevermind. Sorry." That's...odd. Whatever, you're too tired to care right now. "S'cool." "Goodnight, big guy." "Night, Rainbow." You feel her laying close to you, fidgeting uncomfortably before finally calming down. What IS she up to? It's starting to bother you. The thoughts swimming in your head slow your decent into sleep. Eventually though, you drift off into slumber. Your dreams are consumed, at first, by Sunset, but then by increasingly confusing images of Rainbow... You remember the fight. Suddenly, you find yourself in a grand ring, fighting against a magnificent opponent. A deep strength wells up from within you. Your opponent throws a barrage that hits you from all sides. Yet, you find the strength to dive in. You channel every fiber of your being into this one punch. A low, hard uppercut. A connection. Your opponent skyward. You stand victorious. Eventually, you wake up to a darkened room. Checking your phone, you find it's only 4:30 in the morning. "Shit." You sigh, feeling antsy. Getting up from your sleeping spot, you grab your overnight bag and throw your gym clothes on. You head downstairs, into the basement and Rainbow's personal gym. Energy courses through you, desperate to escape. A heavy bag stands in the corner of the room. "Perfect." Searching for the gloves from last night, you find them on the table next to the medkit. Putting them on, securing the band around your wrist, your arms begin to subtly shake in anticipation. Time to get to work. ~Sunset Shimmer~ Thump! Thump! Thump! BANG! Thump! A constant drumming noise from downstairs wakes you. Brushing your long hair out of your eyes, you pat around you to find what you've done with your phone. Dammit, you know it's around here somewhere. In your search, you wind up patting some of the girls a few times, eliciting cute squeaks from each of them. Fortunately, you don't wake up any of them. You'd hate to mess up their sleep. Oh, right, your phone is on the coffee table. Finally securing the device, you wake the screen to check the time. And are promptly blinded by the brightness of the screen. Internally, you curse the thing for it's assault on your eyes. Through squinted eyes, you drop the brightness of the phone to a reasonable level. The time... 6:45. The girls should be waking up soon. Bang! Bang! Thump! Thump! Thump! What on earth is that? You turn to where Anon had slept and find his spot empty. Is he downstairs? You wearily rise from your nest of comfyness and begin walking, well, more like scooting your feet, towards the basement door. Each step down the stairs takes time, but your pace increases as you walk down. The loud banging still continues. "Anon?" You find him mercilessly pounding away at a large punching bag in the corner of the room, absolutely drenched in sweat. Droplets of his sweat fly away from his body as he swings his fists into the bag over and over and over again. His ceaseless assault is somewhat frightening to watch. You shakily walk towards him, uncertain of how he will react. "Anon? Are you alright?" Finally, the brutal attack against the punching bag ends as he turns to face you. "Sunset, oh man. I'm sorry, did I wake you?" "It's alright, we're all about to get up anyway." "What time is it?" Checking your phone, you respond with the current time. "6:53." Anon's expression subtly changes. Creases born of concern now surround his eyes. He looks down to his gloves. “Anon, when did you get up?” “Around 4:30.” Worry creeps up in his face. “Sunset, can you take the gloves off? Slowly, please?" You nod and begin to carefully remove his now significantly worn gloves. "Ah! Shit! That hurts!" He begins to look panicked, and for a moment you are unsure why. Only when you see the blood trickling down his wrists do you come to a realization. He's been hitting that thing for over 2 hours, non-stop. Anonymous's shoulders suddenly fall as he slouches over slightly, his breathing labored. The consequences of his mindless barrage hit him all at once. With the gloves now fully removed, you see his knuckles are red, raw and bleeding. Anonymous... "What have you done?" ~Anonymous~ Half an hour later, you're back in the living room, seated comfortably on one of the couches. The girls, awakened by your previous activity, now surround you. Despite your exhausted condition, you manage to contain your near-overflowing spaghetti. Rarity leans down into your face, a concerned look upon her visage. "Anonymous, darling! How could you be so reckless?" She seems so disappointed in you. You were being kind of stupid, but you just had to keep punching! You don't know why... But you just couldn't stop. "If you keep playin' it fast and loose like that Anon, ah reckon you're gonna wreck your fists." Applejack steps in, a stern look now pressing upon you. "If yah do that, how on earth are you gonna do any more boxing? I thought you loved it!" Her stern, authoritative look softens to one of motherly concern, much like Rarity before her. She's right. You got lucky this time, just some torn up skin. If you don't limit yourself, you'll ruin your body. And any chances of going pro. Going pro... It seemed like a pipe dream back then. Back before.... Images of Bulk and Rainbow encouraging you during your training, working twice as hard to make sure you come out on top. The familiar pain of building tears presses against your eyes. "Dude! You have to be more careful! I know how you get fired up, but you've gotta learn to control it before it DESTROYS you!" Rainbow, ever the vigilant mentor, scolds you for your idiocy. The pain beneath your eyes grows. You can't hold it back much longer. Something about Rainbow kissing you, after kissing Sunset inexplicably, is gnawing at you. You did enjoy it. You do like Rainbow. Her toned and firm muscles shape her athletic frame, but her smooth, silky skin reveals her more feminine tendencies. You've felt her thighs before, once after she tackled you to "test your combat instinct" or something. It felt wonderful. But, then there's Sunset. What does she think about all this? You feel an increasingly strong connection between you and the two girls. Oh boy, this is going to get complicated. Your inner monologue is interrupted by someone grabbing your hands. Pinkie tenderly holds your hands in her own, examining the bandages wrapped around them. She looks up to you with tearful eyes. Her hair seems to have lost some of it's volume as it's noticeably droopier than before. "Please don't hurt yourself Anonymous. I may not like hurting people, but I know boxing is an important thing to you. And I understand that boxing isn't about hurting each other..." "It's about finding out who is the strongest. And I know you want to be strong." "Please, don't destroy this opportunity. I know how much you want that." Pinkie's unusually serious and thoughtful commentary shocks you. You really, seriously did almost fuck up your entire future. Oh god. The weight of it all finally defeats you, and tears slowly drip down your face. "I-I'm sorry. I...I don't know what came over me. I can't believe I almost..." A choking sob ends your sentence. You look to the ground in shame. Your bandaged hands cover your face as if to hide yourself from the world. But, to no avail. The girls surround you in a massive hug, warmth and kindness flowing from them like a river. The flow of tears slows. Your mind clears itself, and your body relaxes. You reach a kind of grand realization, in that you want now to become a professional boxer. And you are going to take this seriously. Some time later, everyone is now taking turns in the shower. Rarity, of course, has gone in first. She had been in there for 35 minutes, much to the annoyance of the others. Even so, she gracefully exited the bathroom smelling of lilac and with an almost smug grin. Then Fluttershy went, then Twilight, Rainbow, AJ then Pinkie. Sunset then took her turn. After a few minutes, you hear her call from the hallway. "It's all yours, Anon!" Collecting your toiletries, you make your way there only to find the door closed and Sunset nowhere in sight. Nani? Testing the handle of the door, you find it unlocked. That's a little weird, but whatever. You just want to get through your usual routine. Opening the door, you see... An empty bathroom. The shower curtain is still drawn closed, but so is everything else in here, toilet lid included. Oh well, must be a girl thing or something. Setting your bag down on a nearby closed clothes hamper, you remove your shirt and check your face in the mirror above the sink. Nothing really to shave yet, though. You've still got that comfortable stubble you like. You feel it frames your face well. The shower curtain begins to open behind you. You feel your heart lurch as panicked uncertainty fills your chest. Did you mishear? Did someone else come in before you? Your fears are quickly dispelled by the sight of Sunset's vibrant hair. You turn to her, unsure of what she has planned. Wearing nothing but a towel that barely covers herself, she looks at you with lidded eyes and a teasing smirk. In no time at all, you once again find yourself in a heated exchange. And just as quickly as it began, it ends. "We'll find some time. I promise." Her words are as labored as her breathing. You certainly hope you can find some time to be alone. Before she leaves you to do your business, she opens her towel fully to you, but only briefly. The sight of her magnificent form will remain with you forever. As she closes the door behind her, you quickly lock it so you can have your privacy. But, your movements are slow. Her absence stokes a flame of desire within you, and like a flame, she rapidly consumes your thoughts. There is something absolutely mesmerizing about her. Her beautiful hair. Those cute, full lips. The precious jewels that are her eyes. But, there is something else. Her body is stunning, but it's her wonderful personality and humanity that you find yourself longing for. That boldness in the bathroom made you feel things you've never felt before. And, so did the first time she hugged you and just...held it. She liked hugging you. That, made you feel something incredible. Something frightening. Exciting. Terrifying. Are you falling in love? Time will tell, you suppose. But what a time it will be. After taking a fat ogre shit and showering with ice cold water... Thanks, girls. You've finished drying and dressing yourself. Time to get back out there. Opening the door and stepping back into the living room, you find the girls scattered around the couches discussing what the plan is for today. You'd be perfectly fine staying in and chillin' like a villain with some TV and vidya games. But you are unlike the extroverted girls here. You're gonna have to drag yourself out there and deal with...whatever it is we're all doing. Still, you do have a lot of fun around them. It'll probably be great, if socially exhausting. You’ll just have to go with the flow and see what the day brings...