d“...What?”
>You look up from your lunch consisting of a single banana
>You hated bananas but it was all you had.
>You see Rainbow Dash fidget over your question.
>Is this the same Rainbow Dash?
>The Rainbow Dash that was super athletic?
>The Rainbow Dash that was super confident to the point of outright arrogance?
>The Rainbow Dash that always gave you shit for being on he school Baseball team because to her Baseball 'wasn't a sport'?
>Something's not right here.
“What's your angle?”
>You bluntly ask her
>”Wh-what do you mean 'what's my angle'?”
“You know exactly what I mean.”
>You now put all your focus on her.
>Tossing your banana peel over to the side.
>People tripping on them was bullshit anyways.
“We're not friends, Dash.  In fact, I hate you.”
>Those words seemed to have cut through her like a hot knife through butter.
“We don't see eye to eye on anything, the few times we have talked is through a mutual friend. You always interrupt me in mid speech, you continue to heavily mock the sport I love and play...”
>”But boreball is not a sport!” Dash interrupted you on cue.
“Shut up Dash!”
>You're not dealing with this.
“The answer is no, take a pineapple or something.”
>You've got better things to do on a Saturday night.
>Like going on a huge raid with your MMO group.
>You get up from the cafeteria table and begin to leave when Dash again calls out to you
>”I'll pay you!!”
>You stop dead in your tracks.
>Is she serious?
>Why is she so desperate?
>And why you?
>You turn to look back at her and she looks very nervous.
“Pay me with what?” 

>Dash's eyes begin to dart to the left and right in a hurried manor.
>Almost like she was doing some quick thinking.
>Something you had wrote her off to being able to do.
>”What?” was all she asked.
“It's a simple question, Dash, I need to make sure I'm compensated with cold hard cash and not something stupid and made up like 'rape dollars' or something.”
>Whatever the hell that's supposed to be.
>”C'mon Anon, you know I can pay cash...” She whines back
>Her and her friends are some sort of preppy rich girls of the school
>Nowhere near like the yuppie bitches over at Crystal Prep.
>But close enough. 
>However, they weren't bad people.
>In fact, besides Dash's often bitch-like behavior,
>They were actually all nice girls.
>But due to their social and economic status
>They felt a bit separated from the rest of the school student body.
>A lot of their charitable actions around the school always seemed like they came from the right place.
>But a lot of the 'normal' students always had a small lingering feeling that it was all a front.
“Well, why me?”
>You decide to pry for an answer.
>She sighs.
>”All the others have dates to the prom and I need one.”
>That's it?
“That's it?”
>She nods
>You don't believe her
“I find it very unlikely you of all the people in this school, captain of all the girls sports teams and member of the fab 6 could find a suitable date for the most important night in any normal high school students life.”
>It's true 
>How could she not have a date that she had to pay for?
>”I'll level with you, you're not the first person I asked to prom.”
>Plausible
>Despite you yourself being captain of the schools baseball and wrestling teams.
>All the student body really cared for was football, basketball, soccer, lacrosse, and even the hockey team gets more respect than your two sports.


“I also assume I'm not the second, third or even forth person you asked either.”
>She scratches the back of her head and looks away from you.
>”Yeah...”
>You can't say you're offended.
>You weren't.
>You honestly didn't care.
>But this still feels wrong.
>”I assumed someone would have already asked me out by now, as of last week, nobody had and all my other friends had dates already, so I went around and asked, everyone I asked either already had a date or were not going...”
>Some of her previous choices are not going?
“I'm not going! I have better things to do with my time on a Saturday night. Why do you insist on paying me to go!?”
>You yell at her.
>”I'm desperate, ok!?”
>She yells louder back at you.
>Half of the cafeteria takes notice of the scene
>”This may not mean anything to you, but it does mean a lot to me and my friends and I already said I'm willing to give you money to just show face!”
>She got up out of her seat to loudly explain her seemingly bad situation.
>You may not care for the prom.
>But you at least felt that if you would ever go, you'd go with someone you actually liked.
>Not some desperate bitch who paid you to do so.
“Have a good day, Dash.”
>You turn to leave again.
>”500!!”
“What?”
>”I'll pay you 500 to go with me!”
>...
>I guess the prom didn't mean THAT much to you.
>You sigh and turn around to head back to Dash.
>You extend your had to her for a handshake
“Deal.”
>Her expression goes from sorrow to joy in a second and jumps from across the table to grab you into a big hug.
>”Thank you thank you! You won't regret this!”
>She excitedly pulls out her notebook from her backpack and rips a small piece of paper from it
>She then grabs a pencil and scribbles something on it and hands it to you.
>”Here's my number, call me on Saturday and I’ll tell you where I live to come meet me there!”
>She then runs out of the cafeteria
>Without ever shaking your hand.

>Well that happened.
>Not sure why
>Especially since Rainbow Dash is seemingly willing to pay you 500 big ones for you to take her.
>Money is money
>Even if now you feel like a cheap whore for doing so.
>You then remember one thing.
>You two barley knew each other through a mutual friend
>Pinkie Pie
>You only know her because she knows everyone in school
>You more so due to your  status on the baseball team.
>Again, which isn't saying much.
>Even though you carried your team last year to the State Championships.
>And won.
>A parade and big rally.
>Then the next day everyone went back to forgetting the baseball team existed.
>anyways, we're getting off track here.
>You happen to have Pinkie in last class of the day.
>You'll interrogate her to find out what are or if Dash has interior motives to her proposal.

>Last class of the day
>History class.
>Not terribly boring.
>You always found history to be a fun subject.
>To learn the mistakes of the past.
>You make plenty mistakes nowadays so perhaps learning of ones from the past will help you to make better decisions now.
>Isn't that what history is about?
>You walk into the classroom and fins Pinkie Pie sitting in the middle of the class.
Doodling something on her notebook.
>The desk to her right is empty so you quickly make your way over and sit down.
>She doesn't notice you.
>You clear your throat.
>Still doesn’t notice you
>You clear your throat louder
>Still doesn't notice you
“Hey Pinkie.”
>You finally say.
>She STILL doesn't notice you.
>The hell is she doing?
>You lean over to see what has her so preoccupied
>It's some bad drawing of what seems to be her and her friends?
>She finally takes notice.
>She slams her hands over her drawing and looks over to you wide eyed.
>”Hey Nonny! Didn't notice you there at first!” She gives out a nervous laugh.
“A bit nervous aren't we? Everything ok?”
>”Everything is A-O-K! Just a long day is all.” She gives you a big smile and a thumbs up.
>She then deflates a bit back into her seat.
>”Everyone is expecting me to throw some big epic prom party after prom this Saturday but it's proving to be a bigger challenge!  I can't plan something that big plus my own prom!”
>She grabs the sides of her head and shakes herself.  
>But then just as she was stressed, with the flip of a switch she's back to happy.
>”But enough about me, what about you Nonny?  Are you going to Prom?”
>You nod your head and start to speak
“That's actually something I wanted to ask you about...”
>Pinkie gets super excited
>”That's SUPER Nonny! But I can't be your date! I'm already going with someone.” She adds in a sombre expression.
>You just stare blankly back at her.
“That wasn't was I going to ask you.”
>A look of confusion dons her face for a second.
>”OOOH Alrighty then!  Sorry, I've been asked by boys all day to go with them, so I assumed....” She lets out another laugh and waves her had around her face
>”Please then, do ask!”
“So, Rainbow Dash came up to me and asked me to take her to prom.”
>Pink's eyes go wide.
>”Really?” Her face now creeping into a huge smile.
“Uhh, yeah, but-”
>”That's GREAT Nonny!!” She yells again and then proceeds to grab your head and pull it in for a hug.
>Causing most of the students in the class to look our way.
>Geez, was she always this annoying to deal with?
>At least half your face is smothered in between her nice sized boobs.
>Small victories you suppose.
“Hold on, hold on! I'm not done talking!”
>You pull yourself away from her chest and recompose yourself.
“She asked me, sure, but not only was I a last resort, which really doesn't bother me, but she seems so desperate that she is wanting to pay for my services.  Do you know anything about this?”
>Her smile is quickly wiped away and a look of suspicion now dons her face.
>”Why would she do something like that?”
>She's now leaning over her desk and staring at you with intense eyes.
>”Did you force her to do that?”
“What? No! Why the hell would I do that?”
>Pinkie still with an intense glare
>”Cross your heart, hope to fly?”
“What? What does hell does that-”
>”Do you!?” she interrupts you
>Man, a little bit of her goes a long way.
>Who the hell would agree to go with her to the prom?
>They probably want access to those tits of hers.
>...probably can't blame them for that
“Yes, whatever, damn!”
>You flail out your arms in frustration
>She goes back to a smile and sitting upright over her own desk
>”Okie Dokie Loki!”
>You open your mouth to say something but decided not to.
>Just let it be.

“Anyways, what can you tell me?”
>She then places her hand on her chin and her eyes roll up.
>Giving a thought
>”Well, she did say she didn't have a date for prom yet and was looking really hard for one.  A lot of her teammates had a date already as well as all her friends who are boys”
>She furrows her brow and starts to stroke her chin like she had a goatee.
“You don't think at all it could be because of her... assured nature?”
>Way to sugarcoat it.
>Pinkie Pie likes sugar anyways.
>”Oh please Nonny, she's a big softie!” She waves you off
“Whatever you say.”
>You just shake your head
>Denial much?
>”Oh don't be such a negative Nate, Nonny, you two are great for each other!”
>You raise an eyebrow.
“How are we great for each other?”
>Well, you play sports right?”
“Y-Yeah, but that alone doesn-”
>You were cut off again.
>”Then that's all you need silly!”
>She smiles turning to her own desk.
“What the hell kind of logic is that!?”
>You throw your hands up again in frustration.
>”Oh hush Nonny, you and Dashie will have a great time at prom, and I'll now make sure of it!”
>She fist bumps her own chest proudly.
“But I-”
>This time you're interrupted by the bell signifying the start of class.

>Class goes by quickly.
>Since it was your last class, school is now over.
>You and Pinkie both grab your things and head out of the classroom together.
>”So are you meeting Dashie again today?”
>You shake your head.
“I have baseball practice today at the batting cages.”
>Pink continues her perky nature and begins to hop along the halls.
>”Alrighty then Nonny! Have fun and score a touchdown!”
“Wrong sport Pink!”
>You yell at her.
>She turns to you looking a bit confused.
>”Oh! Well..., score a goal?” A concerned look on her face as she tries to save face.
“No.”
>She looks a little more worried.
>”A three pointer?”
>You shake your head
>A look of sheer disappointment on your face.
>”...score a Century?”
>A Century?
“Are you fucking kidding me!?”
>Pinkie now has a look of horror on her face.
>Not knowing what to say.
>”A strikeout! There! Get a strikeout!”
>...
“Whatever, I'll get a strikeout”
>Close enough you suppose.
>”Excellent!  Take care Nonny!”
>She rushes off down the hall without sating another word. 
>You walk off campus to the nearest bus stop and head off downtown to the local batting cages.
>There actually wasn't an official practice today.
>But, being the star player that you are.
>You need to get ready for the upcoming season.
>So you'll go get some practice swings done for today.

>The bus finally arrives to the stop closest to the batting cages.
>You get off and walk 3 more blocks to finally make it to the sports complex.
>It's a nice place for local baseball players can get some workouts done and extra coaching during the off season.
>It's mainly used by Crystal Prep players since they are a privately funded school and can afford all their players to come.
>Canterlot High is a little more hesitant on sending the whole team as each student costs a substantial amount of money.
>So the school opts to have 'tryouts' for Varsity players to earn the privilege to train here.
>It's somewhat a sweet deal
>But the requirements of keeping it are you must maintain a 3.5 GPA at all times and your parents much pony up a portion of the costs.
>You are not rolling in money by any stretch of the imagination.
>But your parents see it as an investment in your future.
>You walk in.
>Show your student ID to the woman at the front desk.
>She smiles sweetly and lets you pass in the grounds.
>You change into your gear.
>Do some light stretching.
>Field some ground balls.
>Throw some pitches
>Finally end the session with 200 swings in the batting cages.
>You intentionally let the last 3 pitches from the pitch machine zoom by you.
>There Pinkie. 
>You struck out.
>You head back to the locker room.
>Change back into your street clothes and leave the facility.
>Waiting for the bus to come and take you home.

>You make it home as it gets dark outside.
>Not out of the ordinary.
>You climb the steps of the apartment building to the second floor.
>Open the door to your apartment where you and your parents live.
>You walk in and are greeted with a delicious smell coming from the kitchen.
>Seems like dinner is just about done.
>”Anon is that you!?” 
>Mom yells from the kitchen.
“Yes mom.”
>”Welcome home dear.  Your father is working a bit late tonight but he'll be home soon.  Go ahead and shower and dinner will be done!”
“Ok.”
>You comply.
>You drop your stuff next to the couch in the living room.
>Which just so happens to be your room.
>That's right.
>You live in a single room apartment.
>Living room
>Kitchen.
>Stairs that lead up to the bathroom and the only bedroom.
>Which was your parents.
>They offered you the room when you moved in.
>You decided against it
>Sure there is no real privacy.
>But it's not like you have stuff to hide.
>You head upstairs and go shower.
>After the shower you head back downstairs to see that there was a plate of food on the kitchen table.
>You head to the kitchen and see your mother make a plate for herself.
>You sit down as does her.
>She looks at you with a warm smile.
>”So sweetie, how was school?”
>The usual question.
“Umm, it was... interesting.”
>You meekly say.
>”Oooh, care to tell?”
“I'll tell you when dad gets home.”
>On cue, the door opens from the front and you see your father walk in.
>He comes into the kitchen.
>”Oh man, long day I tell ya!”
>He gives off a small laugh and looks over all you
>”So how are you all doing today?”
>He then proceeds to the stove and helps himself to a plate of food and sits himself with the rest of you at the table.
>”Anon has something interesting to tell us.”
>Thanks mom, you wanted to wait a bit before we got to this.
>”Is that so?  Well please do tell.” Your dad adds.
>Both parents are now looking at you.
>You give off a loud sigh.

“I... was asked out to prom by a girl.”
>Both parents just stare at you for a minute.
>Then both of their eyes go wide.
>Your mother clasps her hands over her mouth.
>Your father give you one of the biggest smiles you've seen from him.
>”That's great news Anon!” Your father proudly boasts.
>He gets up from the table to mover over towards you to give you a big hug.
>Mom still looks like she's on the verge of tears.
>”My baby boy is going to prom!”
>She coos and also gets up from her seat to come over to give you a big hug.
“Really guys, I don't see the big fuss in all this.”
>You say as they both let go of you and migrate back to their seats.
>”Anon, prom is an important time in a young persons life.”
>Your father explains.
>”It's one of the last times in your younger years where you can make some great memories and friends.”
>”Yes dear, and Anon, we love you very much and you have been an excellent son, but...”
>But?
>”Your father and I were a bit worried you would work yourself through all your youth.  We just want you to live just a little. Take a load off of yourself and stop to smell the roses.
>”Yes son,” Your father adds “Adulthood will be harsh no matter what is in store for your future.”
>Both parents now both staring at you with sincere eyes.
>”We just don't want you to grow up with any regrets.”  Your mother adds.
>You dart your eyes between your mom and dad.
>You kind of get where they are coming from.
>But you still want to blow up in their faces.
>But you're not one for confrontation.
>So you move on.
“But I don't even like this girl!”
>Your parents now have confused looks on their faces.
>”Then why agree to go with her?” Your father asks.
>”Sweetie, you don't want to go on a pity date, you'll end up hurting the poor girls feelings.”
>You don't want to tell them that you were a last resort and that you were being paid to do this.
“Well, I mean she is a friend, so I'm just doing it as a favor for a friend.”
>Both parents seems to have bought it rather easily.
>Crisis averted.

>”Always the gentleman.” Your father smiles as he praises you.
>”We're so proud of you honey.” Your mother chimes in with her hands over her chest.
>Dinner continues without another hitch.
>Then you realized something so you decided to speak up.
“Wait a minute.  Where and how am I supposed to get a suit ready for this Saturday?”
>Your father looked up from his plate.
>”Say no more, I got this all covered!”
>He gives you a thumbs up and continues to eat dinner.
>You finish your dinner.
>Get up from the table.
>You head to the sink and wash your own plate and utensils.
>You then head into the living room and over to the desk in the corner of the room to work on your homework.
>During your homework, you pull out the note with Rainbow Dash's number.
>You then pull your own phone out to give her a text.
>Mostly to see if this is actually her number.
'This is Anon, is this Rainbow Dash?”
>You leave your phone alone for a few minutes and continue to finish your homework when it goes off with a beep.
>'Yep, it's me Anon.  Now I got ur # as well, thx'
>Ok, it's her number
>Now what?
>What to say?
>Before you could think of a response, your phone beeps again with another text.
>'thx for coming with me 2 prom.'
'Yeah.'
>Is all you text back.
>You go back to your homework.
>You finish up and put all your books away and go online to see some of your online friends.
>You get on the MMO and do a few tasks with said friends when you decide to ask Dash something.
'The deal is still on, right?'
>You go back to playing for some time.
>Dash never responds.
>You get off the computer.
>Time for bed.
>Your parents have already gone upstairs.
>You go to the closet and grab some pillows and blankets.
>Lay them out over the couch and climb in
>It's not the best, but it's a living.
>Finally, your phone beeps with a message.
>'oh... yes'
>You stare at the message for a bit.
>It was her idea to pay you.
>You give it little more thought and decide to just sleep.

>”Hey kid, time to get up.”
>You were awoken by your own father.
>He was your alarm clock
>Seeing as how you sleep in the living room.
>Your father heads to the kitchen and turns the light on.
>The bright light from the kitchen shines all the way to where you were and causes pain in your eyes.
>You slowly fall over the couch and onto the floor.
>Another method you use to wake yourself up.
>”Want some cereal?” Your father calls from the kitchen as he rummages through the cabinets.
“Mmmugh...”
>Very lazily do you answer and your father takes it as a yes.
>You get up and begin to fold up your blankets and set them to the side.
>You then grab some clothes from your dresser that doubles as a stand for the TV and throw them on.
>Your father is already in the kitchen having a small breakfast while leaving the cereal box and bowl on the table beside him.
>You have your breakfast.
>afterwords you wash the bowl, grab your backpack and baseball gear and head out with your father.
>In the mornings your father gives you a ride to school on his way to work.
>”Have a great day at school, son.”
>He pats you on the head as you open the car door to get out.
“You have a good day at work.”
>You smile back at your dad as you get out and he drives off.
>It's still 6 AM at Canterlot High.
>A long time until school starts.
>You head over to the gymnasium and into the weight room to get an early morning workout.
>Most student athletes end up doing this. 
>You change into your gum clothes and get a few reps in as well as some stretching in before taking a quick shower and finally ready for the day.

>First bell rings for everyone to get to their first class.
>Pre-calculus.
>Someone kill you now.
>You hate Pre-Cal.
 >You nod your way through class and soon enough it's over.
>You jet out of the room and head to your next class.
>Business/Economics.
>More manageable.
>You walk into class and notice a blond girl sitting near the back of the class room.
>She looks like something out of some country music video.
>White button up shirt with a denim skirt and cowboy boots.
>And to top it off a cowboy hat.
>The freckles on her cheeks add to her southern belle charm.
>She was also one of Rainbow Dash's friends.
>You decide to sit next to her and maybe try to learn more about your date-nondate.
“Hey there.”
>You say, facing her.
>She looks over to you and takes off her hat.
>”Howdy.” She replies as she lets her long blonde flocks flow from her hat.
>It's like something out of a shampoo commercial.
>”How can I help ya partner?”
>'partner?'
>That accent.
>Total southern country accent.
“Well,  first of all my name is Anonymous” You extend your had out to her “Pleased to meet you.”
>She takes your hand and shakes it.
>Man, does she have an iron grip.
>”Well, pleased to meet ya Anonymous, mah name is Applejack.”
>You decide to try something.
“Now forgive me but I must start out by commenting what a lovely accent you have.”
>M'lady
>She gives off a giggle and shakes her head.
>”Ya don't say?”
>You nod in response.
“It really adds to your charm.”
>You smile at her.
>Man, if you had a fedora, you'd be tipping it right now.
>This is rather cheesy and pathetic right now.
>But she gives off a faint blush and looks down towards her desk.
>”Well shucks, that's mighty fine of ya to be complementin' me like that.” She then looks back at you. “But I gotta tell ya now, I already have a date to prom.”
>Damn
>Right off the bat?
>Are they all conceded like this?
>You laugh it off and wave your hand at her.
“No no, it's nothing like that.  In fact, I had a few questions for you about Rainbow Dash”
AJ's look went from flattered to interested.
>”That so?  What ya wanna know?”
>You give a shrug.
“That's the thing; where do I begin?  The few times I have been in her presence she's been this brash, overconfident, narcissistic b-”
>You stop yourself from calling her a bitch in front of one of her good friends.
>Seems like she caught on that you were going to do so as she snaps her head to you with a semi glare on her face.
“Sorry, but she can be a bit of a pain.”
>You shrug your arms.
>She is still glaring at you for a second.
>Then it turns into an amused smile.
>“Heh heh, Yeah, she can be a bit of a bull in a china shop.”
>whatever the hell that is supposed to mean.
 “...Yes, anyways, you see where I'm coming from.  However, I'm asking you about her because she just asked me to prom.”
>Applejack now leans in to take a closer look at you.
>”So, yer the lucky stud whose gonna take Rainbow Dash to the prom eh?”
>She reaches over and smacks you over the shoulder.
>That almost hurt.
>Damn this bitch is strong.
“I don't know anything about being a stud...”
>You tell her but she shakes her head.
>”Let me tell ya sometin, Dash is a real hard head and hates losin' as much as she hates lazy people. If she had ya on her sights, ya must be some kind of good at some sport, right?”
>You thought about it for a second.
>She was super athletic and always won at everything she did as far as you know.
“Well, I am the captain of the baseball team..”
>”See? I knew there was somethin she saw in ya!”
>She smacks you in the same shoulder.
>This time it hurt.
>You winced and AJ noticed.
>”Ah, Sorry bout that, mah brother an I got plenty'a muscle.”
>She flexes her arm and winks at you.
“Hey, mah brother was on yer team ain't he? Ya may know him!”
>You look a bit confused.
“Who is your brother?”
>”Name is Big Mac.”
>Big Mac.
>The name does ring a bell.
>But he's never played for the baseball team.
>That you're sure of.
“I don't think he's ever played for the baseball team, AppleJack.”
>She looks at you weirdly.
>”Ya sure? Last year he hit a guy so hard he had to be taken to the hospital!”
>You've heard that story, but that was at a football game.
>Oh...
“That's football, AppleJack, not baseball.”
>She looks confused again
>”Which one is baseball?  Is it like football but with no pads?
>Rugby...
>You let out a hefty sigh and shake your head.
“Never mind that, it's a sport we have.”
>What has become of the sport you love...
>”Well, anyways, ya should try ta hang out with Dashie for a night and get ta know her better, best thing ta get ta know a lady is by spendin time wit' er.”
>Sound advice
“You're right, I should”
>You give her an impressed look.
>She slightly waves you off with another smile as she turns back to her desk.
>”Good luck, stud.” She gives you one more wink and then faces the front of the class.
>The bell rings for class to begin.

>Lunch time rolls around.
>You sit at your usual spot.
>Eat your usual banana.
>You decide to try and ask Dash out.
>Her, nor any of her friends are in the cafeteria today.
>You pull your phone out and text her.
'Hey Dash, where are you today?'
>You wait a few minutes before your phone goes off.
>'wit friends at band practice, sup?'
>Hm, you forgot she was in a band.
'I was wondering if you maybe wanted to hang out after school today or tomorrow?'
>you wait for a response.
>And wait.
>And wait.
>And wait.
>Still nothing.
>The bell rings for lunch to end and time to head to the next class.
>It was then your phone finally beeped.
>'I got a track meet today.  Meet me tomorrow after practice on the field?'
>You do have a game after school tomorrow.
>But the game starts at 2 PM, so by the time the game should, Dash should be finished with her practice.
'I have a baseball game, but we'll be on campus for the game, come by the baseball field when you're finished tomorrow.'
>'K, i'll try not to sleep! xP'
>...
>Whatever.
>it's a date.
>Or something.
>You auto pilot the rest of the day.
>Pinkie tries to talk your ear off in last period.
>You just blankly nod to everything she says.
>Your brain in another place.
>After school you head to the baseball field for practice.
>Practice goes off well.
>You go home.
>Shower.
>Eat dinner.
>Do homework.
>Play some games.
>Go to sleep.

>Morning comes
>Same routine.
>During the car drive, your dad looks over to you
>”So I called in a favor from a good friend and I got your prom suit all taken care of.”
>This surprised you.
“How'd you manage that?”
>Your dad just smiles.
>A good buddy of mine's wife works for a tailor and suit rental place, he owed me a favor from some years ago and now I'm calling it in.  you'll have a suit for next to nothing.”
>Your father was always a kind of hustler.
>Always working deals with his friends and others stacking up favors for rainy days.
>Your dad may not have much book smarts
>But you admire your dad's seemingly limitless knowledge of street smarts and bartering skills.
“Thanks dad.”
>He then ruffles your hair.
>”Anything for you little man.”
>You get to school.
>You do your morning workouts.
>Get through the day.
>Baseball game.
>It's a home game against some inner City school.
>Bunch of scrubs really.
>Too bad you lost a lot of senior talent last year and now have scrubs from JV on your team now.
>You have a damn good game.
>4 for 5 with 3 home runs. 
>Batted in 3 more runs.
>A walk
>Which led to 2 stolen bases.
>Too bad your pitcher has no concept of a curve ball or change up and he gave up every run you earned.
>You lost 7-9
>This is going to be a long year.
>After the game you start to head to the locker to shower when you notice Rainbow Dash sitting atop the bleachers.
>Was she watching?
>How long was she there?
>She then gets up from her seat and heads down to meet up with you.
>”What's up Anon?”
>She also looks dolled up.
>Did she prepare for this?
>She's wearing a rainbow tank top with a blue skirt with a red frilly outline.
>Purple sleeve like fingerless gloves with long red tube socks that go up to her knees.
“Hey...”
>She then gives you a mischievous smile.
>”What was with that performance, loser?”
>She nudges you with her elbow
>Loser?
“Loser?  I carried my team to where they were!”
>“And you still lost!”
“Baseball is a team sport, Dash!  It's not like soccer or basketball where one person makes all the difference!”
>Already not off to a good start.
>”That sounds like loser talk,  Anon.”
>Holy hell this bitch.
>She starts to giggle.
“Whatever, I'm going to change and I'll be ready to go.”
>She shrugs and sits back at the bleachers.
>”I'll be waiting here.”

>You go and shower in the locker room.
>You come back out to see Dash waiting for you on the bleachers like she said.
>She takes notice of you and gets up and walks to you.
>”Alright, so where do you wanna go?”
>You shrug your shoulders.
“Hell if I know, not like I have any money to do anything really.”
>She raises an eyebrow over your comment.
>”No money? What? Is your family poor or something?”
>Really?
“Actually Rainbow, yes, my family is poor.”
>A hint of venom in your words.
>And Dash got the hint.
>She backs off a bit and lowers her head.
>”O-Oh, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..”
>She stumbles her words and you cut her off.
“Why did you think I took you up on your offer for prom?”
>Those words seems to have hurt Dash.
>She turns away from you.
>”You really did only do this for the money?”
“To be honest Dash? I did, in my situation, you don't just get an offer for that kind of money.”
>Rainbow Dash sighs.
>”Why even have this date then?”
>You open your mouth to say something.
>Nothing comes out.
>Why were you doing this again?
>To get to know her?
>Why?
>You were only supposed to take her to prom, show face and that's it.
>Easiest $500 you can make.
>Then your parents words resonate in your head.
>'prom is an important time in a young persons life'
>' It's one of the last times in your younger years where you can make some great memories and friends.'
>Maybe you can make a friend out of it?
“I.. I just.  Well, if I'm taking you to prom, I kind of want to enjoy my time as well.  Even if it means getting to know you.”
>Half truth.
>You still want the money.
>She turns back to you.
>Still looks a little sad.
>But a smile begins to creep from her lips.
>”I assume you don't have a car either then?”
>You shake your head.
>”She has a full on smile now.
>”Come with me, I have a car.”
>You follow her into the school parking lot.
>You reach her car.
>It's a fairly new looking jeep.
>Of course.
>”Go ahead and toss your stuff in the back.”
>You oblige.
>You then get into the passenger seat.
>Dash gets in the drivers seat and you exit the school.
“Where are we going?”
>Rainbow gives a small shrug.
>”The mall always seems like a good first time thing.  We can hit the arcade.”
>That's the first thing she's said ever that you liked.
“Good enough for me.” 

>Some minutes pass.
>Not a word between you two.
>rainbow Dash has the radio on to a top 40 station
>Nothing spectacular is playing.
>Rainbow Dash is a fucking speed demon though.
>Continually going way over the speed limit.
>Cutting off other drivers.
>How the hell did she get her license? 
“You know, it's not a race Dash.”
>You tell her nervously.
>Wanting to make it out alive.
>She looks over to you.
>”What's the matter Anon? Too fast for you?”
>You're now holding on to the handle above the door to prevent you from swaying in your seat.
“Speed is fine, but on a freeway Dash!  You don't need to be going 70 in a 45 zone!”
>She scrunches her face, but obliges and actually slows down.
>”Aww. You're no fun.”
>You let go of the handle and calm yourself down.
“Sometimes being no fun is what keeps you alive and out of jail.”
>She lets out a girly giggle.
>”Alright Mr. Safety.”
>A few more minutes pass by.
>She's driving at a reasonable speed now.
>This could be good conversation time.
>”So Anon, what's your story?”
>Ice breaker.
“My story?  As in...?”
>”Tell me some stuff about yourself.”
>You look out the window at the small Canterlot skyline in the distance.
“My name is Anonymous, I'm 17 years old and I play Baseball in the Spring and I Wrestle in the Winter at Canterlot High School.”
>Dash give you a slight nudge.
>”I know all of that about you already!  I mean about your family.”
>She begins to snicker.
>”Well, I didn't know you liked to grab and hug other dudes in the winter.”
>You facepalm.
“For fucks sake Dash, Is every sport you don't play inferior to you!?”
>You snap at her.
>She looks a bit confused, if not a bit worried.
>”It was just a joke Anon, I joke with all my friends...”
>You throw your arms up in the tiny yet spacious jeep.
“That's the thing, Dash, we AREN'T technically friends!  I don't know you, you don't know me, We don't even know each others situation! What gives you the delusion we were friends before this?”
>Her look goes from confused to annoyed.
>”Pinkie Pie introduced us to each other at one of her parties!”
“Keyword being 'introduced'! Pink set us up because we both played a sport.  When you found out I played baseball you scoffed and said 'that's not a sport!'”
>Your voice a little heightened
“Not a very good start to a friendship, I might say, and you spend most of the party following me around and butting in all the conversations I had with my other friends still taking minor jabs at me.  How do you expect me to feel about you after that was my first impression of you?”
>Her face then goes from annoyance to sombre.
>”I was only joking,  If you talk to any of my friends, they'll tell you the same thing...”
>You do remember both Pinkie and AppleJack say she was a bit difficult to deal with. 
“With your brash attitude and constant banter, being 'one of the guys'. I'd swear you were a lesbian.”
>She looks to you and raises an eyebrow.
>”Yeah, I'd be awesome enough for both genders!” She puff her chest out with pride.
>Did she just admit to be bisexual?
“Another thing there, the arrogance with you!”
>She looks to you again.
>”It's only arrogance to you because I'm a girl!”
>You try to say something to her but she cuts you off.
>”I need to be confident with everything I do, especially in the male machismo oozing sports world because if I don't you guys would walk all over me and not respect me!”
>You open your mouth to say something again.
>But this time nothing comes out.
>You kinda see where she's coming from?
>You really don't have an answer back.
>And you really don't want to go down this path with her.
>You drop the subject.
>More awkward silence.
>”...I mean, c'mon Anon, you gotta admit keeping another dude pinned down while you're on top of him is kiiiiiiinda gay.”
>She smiles and looks over to you.
>You return hers with a small grin looking away from her.
“Yeah, I'd keep you pinned down while I'm on top of you.”
>You let slip.
>Your eyes go wide as you realized what you just said.
>Rainbow Dash... doesn't look mad?
>”Heh, yeah, I'd love to see you try, stud.”
>Well that escalated quickly.
>Awkward silence again.
“That was a joke.”
>”Yeah, a joke”
>Neither of you look at each other.
>Finally, you make it to the shopping mall.
>You both exit the midnight purple jeep and both head into the large complex.
>Endless shops for clothes, shoes, games
>The list goes on.
>You both were here for one reason.
>The arcade.
>You both make your way downstairs.
>At the end of the mall, lays the arcade
>A large dimly lit room with endless amounts of games.
>Fighting games, racing games, rhythm games, racing games, you name it.
>Dash pulls out her wallet and takes out several bills and exchanges them for credit cards.
>For the arcade only, of course.
>She hands you one of the credit cards and moves in front of you.
>”Alright, where do you want me to kick your butt in first!?”
>She yells over the loud sounds emitting from the arcade.
“Let's try Initial P!”
>The racing game.
>You bot head to the machine and enter the pods for the game
>You look over to Dash's screen and she chooses the fastest car in the game.
>This game isn't about what car is the fastest, but more of who has more control.
>So you choose accordingly.
>Sure enough, she picks the course with the most windy turns.
>”Ready!?” She proclaims.
“Yeah!”
>The race begins
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0h4kKagG8JE) [Initial D Arcade Stage: Irohazaka Stage])
>It goes about how you expect.
>You leave her in your dust.
>and she can't believe it.
>”What the hell!?”
>She's holding onto her head.
>Now looking at you
>You're just laughing.
>”I want a rematch! Same course!”
>You shrug your shoulders.
“Your funeral!”
>Another race
>And another decisive victory.
>She's pissed now.
>Lightly banging her head on the steering wheel
>Making her mad is kind of fun.
>”Whatever, next game!”
>She hops out of the seat and heads off deeper into the arcade and points out a game to you
>'Them's Fightin' Herds'
>A game where barn yard animals fight each other.
>The hell?
>Whatever.
>You stand next to dash and slide your card to play.
>And she beats you.
>She throws her fists in the air.
>”Awww Yeah, Rainbow Dash with the win!”
>She side bumps you.
>”Wanna go at it again!?”
>You shrug.
“Sure.”
>She wins again.
>Fighting games aren't your thing.
>They're obviously her's
>And she's celebrating again.
>”Yeah! Had enough!?:
>You shrug your shoulders again.
“We could always play the racing game again”
>You smile as she frowns at your suggestion.
>You both play the basketball hoop game for some tickets.
She gets more tickets than you.
There's a soccer penalty kick game.
>Which she wins as well.
>You play a shooting game together.
>A nice change of pace since now Dash is playing with you.
>Afterwords you hand Dash your tickets you won from the hoops game so she can get whatever she wants from the ticket vendor.
>She seemed genuinely excited about this.
>As she head over to the counter you take one last walk around the arcade.
>One game catches your eye.
>'Fist of The North Star'?
>Yes please.
>You have at it for a few rounds.
>Dash is still occupied with the ticket vendor.
>You continue to walk.
>'Dance Dance Revolution...'
>Now here's a game you used to love to play.
>And boy did you obsess over it.
>If you got up to a certain level, it was fantastic leg strength training.
>Also good endurance as well.
>You decide to give it a go to see if you still got it.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUtfUnIQU18) [Tatsh - Xepher(Challenge Mode Stepchart) - DDR SuperNOVA OST])
>Yeah, you still got it.
>You got the blood flowing now.
>Before you could kick it up a notch, you hear a voice from behind you.
>”Yeah, that was pretty good.”
>You look to see Rainbow Dash.
>Holding a baby blue pony plush that looks a lot like her.
>She walks up to you and hands you the plush.
>”Step aside, let me show you how it's done.”
>You step off and watch her pick her song.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMzMzYEuGUU) [2MB - Pluto Relinquish(Challenge Mode Stepchart) - DDR SuperNOVA 2 OST])
>Damn she's good.
>She hops off the machine triumphantly.
>Dash wipes the sweat off her forehead and give you a smug look
>”Whaddaya think of that!?” 
>Now you've been challenged.
>Fuck it.
>Lets go into overdrive
“Oh I've got something for you.”
>You toss the plush back at her and head back on the machine.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hromx6HeN_w) [Spriggan - Valkyrie Dimension(Challenge Mode Stepchart) - DDR X2 OST])
>Your legs now hate you.
>You don't care.
>Dash just has a look of utter shock.
>Mouth agape and everything.
>Totally worth it.
>You rest yourself on the back bar of the arcade.
>Still trying to catch your breath.
>Letting your legs de-cramp.
>”Ok Anon, I admit you're awesome.”
>You let out a small laugh.
>You barley get back up.
>Your legs are still like jello.
“I think we're done for tonight!”
>You proclaim as you dramatically drop from the platform that was a whooping 3 inches from the ground.
>Dash shrugs and nods in agreement.
>You both exit the arcade.
>”Wanna grab a smoothie?  My treat.”
>Smoothies sound good right about now.
>Especially a free one.
>You simply nod without saying a word.
>You both head over to the fruit smoothie stand in the middle of the mall.
>Dash gets a strawberry vanilla smoothie.
>You opt for a tropical fruit smoothie.
>Smoothies in hand, you both head back to Dash's car and begin to head home.
>You have to give her directions.
>”So when did you learn to play DDR like that?”
“It was something I did as a kid.  I used to live next door to a small comic book store that had a machine in their back room.  They only charged 50 cents per game. I used to run all over town looking for change to play.”
>Dash gives a laugh.
>”That's a cute story.”
>You nod.
“It was really good back then because it strengthened my legs and kept me in shape as a kid.”
>You make it to your apartment complex.
>You notice your dad's car is in it's stall.
“Well, Rainbow Dash, I have to admit I had a pretty good time.”
>Dash smiles at you.
>”I had an awesome time with you.”
>You look over to your apartment, then back at Dash.
“Aren't you going to say something about my place?
>She shakes her head
>”I won't do that anymore, I promise.”
>You raise an eyebrow at her.
>Before you can say something, someone sticks their head in your passenger side window you forgot to roll up.
>”ARRWARWARWARWARWARWAWR!!!”
>Both you and Dash scream and yell in freight as the culprit begins to laugh
>”Relax Anon, it's me!”
>Dad?
“What the hell dad!?”
>Your heart racing.
>You're sure Dash's is racing as well.
>”I'm sorry son, I just saw you here with this lovely lady and I just couldn't resist!”
>Way to embarrass your son, dad.
>”Well, son, aren't you gonna introduce me?  Is this your prom date?”
>He asked excitedly.
>You sigh.
“Dad, this is Rainbow Dash, Rainbow Dash?  This is my dad.”
>He extends his had over you to Rainbow Dash.
>She complies and grabs it and they shake hands.
>”It is a pleasure to meet you, Rainbow Dash, I hope my son has been treating you well.”
>Dash nods her head and smiles.
>”Yes sir, he's been a fine gentleman tonight.”
>Your father returns her smile.
>”Excellent, we raised him to be a fine young man! We did!”
>Ugh, stop it dad and just go!
>”Well, I better get back in, your mother has dinner ready, don't take too long yourself!”
>He tells you as he is about to leave when then.
>”Actually, Miss Dash, if you haven;t eaten yet, would you like to join us for dinner?”
>No no no no no no!
“Dad, I thi-”
>You tried to protest, but your dad cut you off.
>”Now now son, let the lady decide.”
>Dash looks super excited.
“I would love to join you guys for dinner.”
>Fuck.
>”Wonderful! We're having Spaghetti.”
>Of fucking course. 
>”You can park in any spot that doesn't have an overhead and Anon will lead you inside!”
>He then darts off back into the apartment. 

>Dash parks her car in an empty spot.
>You get out and grab your things from the back.
>Dash locks up.
>You lead her up the stairs and stop right in front of your door.
>You sigh.
>Here goes nothing.
>You open the door and let Dash go in ahead of you and you follow behind.
“Welcome to casa de Anonymous.”
>You sarcastically tell her.
>Time to see if she truly will not hound you about your situation.
>You keep an eye on her and notices she has a look of wonder.
>”Your room up stairs I assume?”
>You don't say anything.
>She looks over to you.
>”Anon?”
>You just stare blankly at her and shrug.
“Wanna see my room that bad?”
>You give her a sly smile.
>She gives you a push.
>”Oh please Anon, Take it one step at a time.”
>You give her a monotone chuckle.
“Ha ha ha ha-good, because you're in my room.”
>Her eyes go wide again.
>”Wait, what?”
>She looks all over the living room.
“You heard me, this is my room.  It's only a one bedroom.”
>You can tell she wants to say something negative.
>You can feel it.
>”Is it just you and your parents?”
>...Wasn't expecting that.
“...Uh, yeah, it's just us.”
>She says nothing else and just browses the small living room.
>Stopping next to the stairs where there is a book case of all the trophies you've won throughout your youth.
>”Equestria State Baseball League MVP.”
“That was from last year when we won the State Championship.”
>She nods and looks at more of your trophies.
>You've won MVP's in pretty much all the leagues you've played in.
>”Dinner's ready!”
>You hear your dad yell from the kitchen.
>You head into the inferno that is Rainbow Dash meeting your parents.

>You both walk into the kitchen.
>Both your parents are standing together with wide grins on their faces which gets wider when both of you enter.
>Your mother is the first to rush to where Rainbow Dash is.
>”Ooooh, it's so nice to meet you!  I'm Anon's mom!”
>She clasps both Dash's hands and brings them up to her chest.
>”It's nice to meet you too Ma’am. I'm Rainbow Dash”
>Dash matches her enthusiasm with a big grin on her face. 
>You can't tell if it's a farce or if she genuinely is excited to meet you mom.
>”Of course we briefly met in the parking lot a minute ago.”
>Your father chimes in from behind your mom.
>Waving his hand over to Dash.
>”Please, come and have a seat and help yourself!”
>He adds as he pulls out a chair for her to sit at your small dinner table.
>You sit to her left and to your mother's right
>Right across from your dad.
>With all 4 of you seated, you all help yourself to the big bowl of spaghetti in the middle of the table.
>Assorted bowls of different sauces to add to your pasta.
>A bowl of salad and sliced french bread.
>You grab a small portion of everything and start to eat.
>Your mother is the first to enable dinner conversation.
>”It's so nice to finally meet one of Anon's little girlfriends!”
>Right off the bat you choke on your spaghetti.
“She's not my girlfriend mom!”
>Dash lets out a small giggle in the corner of your eye.
>Mom waves you off.
>”Oh, you know what I mean sweetie!”
>Now it's your dad's turn to laugh.
>”Yeah son, she's a girl, and she's your friend!” He holds out his left hand, “Girl.” then he hold out his right hand, “Friend.” and brings them together, “Girlfriend! See?”
>Was that supposed to be funny?
>Your mom apparently thinks so.

>She lets out a laugh and then turns back to Dash.
“So tell me Rainbow Dash, when did you meet our Anon?”
>She takes a bite of bread and looks to your mom.
>”We kind of knew each other since freshman year. We met through a mutual friend.  We didn't talk much but we had a mutual respect for each other since we're both really into sports.”
>Bullshit.
>That was when she was a total cunt then. 
>Granted, now she's explained that was her nature.
>You still weren't friends then.
>Whatever.
>Just keep eating.
“Oh, another student athlete?  What sports do you play Miss Dash?”
>She puffs out her chest in pride.
>”What sport don't I play? I'm the captain of the girls, soccer, basketball, volleyball and badminton teams!”
>Your dad nods with an impressed look on his face.
>”Never not active, that's impressive.  What do your parents think of that?”
>Her face goes from confidence, to sorrowful in a millisecond.
>”Well..., they're proud of me for sure, but,  they're never really around.”
>She stares down at her food.
>”They're business execs for a multinational corporation, so they're usually on the move. Most of the time only one of them is home and there are periods where neither of them are home.”
>Silence for a bit.
>Your mom chimes in.
>”Oh honey, I'm so sorry.”
>Rainbow Dash looks back up with the most obvious fake smile you've ever seen.
>”It's ok, really!  I have plenty of friends to keep me company!”
>Both parents look at each other for a minute. Then back at Dash.
>”Alright,” Your father tells her. “That's fine, but speaking of sports, your school must have a girls softball team, doesn't it?”
>This should be good.
>Dash smiles and giggles to herself.
>”Heh heh, you see, Anon and I had a falling out over this.” She looks over to you for a second. “I sold the sport short, and never gave it it's due, I didn't think it was challenging enough. I would always call it boreball”
>Your dad just laughs.
>”Boreball! That's a new one.  Is that what the youth thinks of the sport nowadays?  Man, I used to play the sport a long time ago and taught the game to Anon, so he is passionate about it.  But I must tell you to give it a try, there's a lot more to it than you think.”
>Dash just nods.
>”Maybe...”
>Your dad then adds.
>”Maybe one of these days you should have Anon take you to the batting cages so you can give it a try.”
>You finally speak up.
”Now hold on, I don't think I can bring guests to the facility.”
>”I'm sure you can, I mean, I go with you a lot of the times.”
>Your dad refutes your previous statement.
>You roll your eyes and go back to your food.
>”Our Anon is quite the star athlete himself.”
>Your mother starts to boast about you.
>”Star baseball player and wrestler.  I also believe some colleges have already been scouting him!”
>Dash looks aback at you with an impressed look.
>”That is impressive, but I still don't get the wrestling.”
>Your dad begins to laugh.
>Oh no..
>Don't tell me.
>”He used to be really into pro wrestling as a kid.”
>He's doing it.
>”Always wanted to be a wrestler as a kid.”
>Your mother chimes in.
>”He used to run around the apartment in his underwear and would hit his father with a folding chair.  It was adorable!”
>Everyone is now laughing.
>Good god this is a nightmare.
>You slam your fist on the table but hit the edge of your place and send spaghetti all over your lap.
>”Ha! Look! Anon spilled his spaghetti!”
>Ugh, Dad.
>Shut up.
>Just shut up.
>Everyone.
>You kick yourself out of your seat and storm out of the kitchen.
>”Hey Anon, where are you going?”
>Your mom calls out to you.
>You don't answer.
>You open the front door and step outside.
>You hang out over the railing.
>”Hey Anon, what happened back there?”
>Rainbow Dash comes out to see you.
>You just glare at her.
“You! You need to leave.”
>Dash is taken aback.
“Why!? What did I do?”
“You and your stupid fucking fake front of 'aww I'm all alone and rich, woe is me. But I still have friends!' Just leave, the deal is off!”
>Dash just stands there.
>First there is a look of shock.
>Then one of anger.
>Then one of apathy.
>”I thought we were having a connection earlier today...”
>You don't say anything.
>You still just glare at her.
>”Fine!”
>She then storms away and down the stairs.
>She gets into her car and drives off.
>You walk back into the apartment and slam the door shut.
>You then see your parents standing in the living room together.
>A look of disappointment on their faces.
>”What deal?”
>Your father asks.
>His tone of voice no longer the vibrant, lively and playful one that you were so used to hearing.
>You let out a heavy sigh.
>You explain to them about how Dash proposed to pay you $500 to take her to prom.
>How you truly felt about her.
>Your parents continue to just stand there.
>Your mom shakes her head and leaves back to the kitchen to clean up.
>Your father just continues to stare at you.
>He lets out a big sigh and he just walks past you and heads upstairs to his room.
>The rest of the night is a silent one.
>Once your mother finishes up she heads upstairs as well and goes into the room.
>Neither of them come out for the rest of the night.
>You shower, do your homework and just go straight to bed.
>You've had enough for one day

>The night felt strangely long.
>You're sure you're asleep
>Yet everything feels like it's going in slow motion.
>You don't feel rested.
>You are woken up by the light from the kitchen and smell of fresh coffee being brewed.
>You shoot open your eyes and look over into the kitchen and see your dad doing his normal morning routine.
>He didn't wake you up though.
>You roll off the couch as per your morning ritual.
>Get dressed and head into the kitchen to grab some breakfast.
“Morning dad.”
>He just grumbles back.
>Great, he's mad.
>Which means he's taking the side of Rainbow Bitch.
>You scoff at your dad and you pour yourself some cereal.
>The ride to school was no fun either.
>Still sitting in awkward silence.
>This isn't like your dad.
“Look, I'm really not appreciating you ignoring me like this.”
>You finally tell your dad.
>He just looks over to you with a glare on his face.
>”We'll talk about this later.”
>Cold, monotone.
>Definitely not your dad.
>You keep your mouth shut for the rest of the ride.

>You get to school and do your morning workout.
>Auto pilot the day until you hit Econ.
>You're looking through some notes you wrote down when an orange fist slams onto your book.
>You look up to see a furious looking AppleJack.
>”Ya got some nerve pullin that stunt on Dashie last night.”
>You lean back into your seat.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
>AJ grabs her desk and slides it next to yours.
>”Beratin her in front of yer folk an callin 'er fake.”
>You continue to look unimpressed.
“Am I wrong?”
>She gets out of her seat and gets right in your face.
>You can smell her apple scented shampoo in her hair.
>Her index finger pointing right into your chest.
>“Let me tell ya somthin mister. Dashie may be a lotta things, but one thing she aint is fake!”
>If looks could kill, you'd be dead several times over.
>”Yer such a jerk, the girl obviously likes ya and and all ya do is tear her heart out.”
>Now you lean out of your chair causing AJ to retract.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold the fucking phone here!  Who the fuck is the jerk?  If Rainbow Dash likes me so damn much, why the fuck would you go through all the trouble of baiting me with $500 and STILL acts like a cunt to me?  Don't you dare try to make me the bad guy here!”
>Her face goes red from fury.
>If you were a betting man, you'd wager she was going to deck you right about now.
>Good thing you're not a betting man.
>Because she just pulls her desk away from yours.
>Still glaring daggers at you though.
>You shrug her off and go back to your notes.
>”Ya really don't know much about people do ya?”
>What the hell is that supposed to mean?
“I know they're not supposed to be assholes to each other.”
>She rolls her eyes and looks away from you.
>Good
>Whatever
>You don't need this right now.

>The day moves on.
>Nothing much else happens.
>Classes start and end.
>Lunch comes and goes.
>You see Pinkie Pie in your last class but she doesn't say anything to you.
>In fact, it seems like she hasn't changed her demeanor around you.
>You feel like you want to say something to her.
>You decide against it.
>You don't want more drama.
>School ends.
>You take the bus out to the batting cages.
>You go in.
>Get dressed.
>Head straight to the batting cages.
>No warm ups or anything.
>Set the pitching machine to the highest difficulty.
>And start hacking away.
>It's a pretty good stress reliever.
>You get a lot out of your system from just these hits.
>You step out of the cages only to find your dad standing there.
>Wearing athletic apparel.
>A baseball glove in his right hand.
>A baseball in his left.
>You both just stand in place, staring at each other.
>”Care to toss the ball for a bit, son?”
>You stare for a moment and then nod.
>You see a smile come across his face.
>You go and grab your glove and begin to toss the ball between each other.

>Almost every kid's baseball life starts like this.
>A game of catch between your father.
>So simple.
>It's considered a sacred bond between father and son.
>To you it's no different.
>Your dad used to play catch with you all the time when your were a little kid.
>He taught you everything you know about the game.
>Nowadays you're sure you've surpassed him when it comes to talent.
>Including being scouted by big colleges and even professional teams.
>”This always takes me back.”
>Your father says as he tosses the ball back to you.
>He's a lefty.
>You're a righty.
>Not that it's important.
>Just an observation.
>”I remember when your grandfather played catch with me when I was a kid.”
>Crazy old Grandpanon.
>He passed away some time ago.
>He was kind of a mean grandpa.
“Hard to imagine grandpa being so nice and caring.”
>Your father stays silent.
>He catches the ball you tossed to him.
>He then sighs and tosses the ball back to you.
>”You know son, I'm sure you've noticed by now, but your mother and I had you when we were in high school ourselves.”
>Where is this coming from?
“And this is important, because...?”
>You toss the ball to him.
>”My father did not like the fact that we decided to keep you one bit.”
>He tosses the ball back to you.
>”Oh he said all sorts of nasty things,  I was throwing my life away, even called your mother a slut.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
>”I'm going somewhere with this, I promise.”
>He says as he catches the ball from you.
>”Anyways, when you were born, he kicked me out of the house.  Your mothers parents, while they hated ever fiber of my being because I knocked up your mother, they at least respected me for not wanting to abandon her.”
>Silence between the two of you as the ball continues to go back and forth.
>”They were still short with me.  Your mother and I dropped out of school and found jobs  and saved up until we could afford a place of our own.”
“Gotta be honest with you dad, I feel like this is going nowhere fast.”
>He chuckles.
>”My dad never forgave me for dropping out of school, and thus, throwing away a full ride baseball Scholarship to Canterlot University just to raise you.  The point I guess I was trying to make was that I never, for one second, regretted my decision to stay with you and your mother.”
>That's rather noble.
>It's also the first time you heard about the scholarship.
“Ok, this goes back to your 'no regrets' talk, so what?”
>Your dad now has an embarrassed look on his face.
>He tosses the ball back a bit hard.
>”Man, this heart to heart talk stuff is hard.” He muses. “Your mother and I feel like this whole situation you're in right now will leave you with a big regret.”
>Lovely.
>You toss the ball back to him harder yourself.
“Look dad, I appreciate the concern, but-”
>Your father tosses the ball even harder to you.
>Looks like the strength is still in his arm.
>”Anon, you're a bright kid, you truly are.”
>Now you toss the ball with some oomph behind it.
>But with no control.
>The ball sways way off course.
>Your father pounces to the side and catches the ball and does a roll and quickly tosses it back to you.
>”But there's still a lot you need to learn.”
>You're impressed with the reflexes he still seems to have.
>”Now I'm certainly not the smartest person of the bunch, but one important thing I've learned after high school is being able to read people.”
>Reading people?
>”Something that you still have a ways too go when it comes to mastering it.”
>What does it matter?
>Is he still going about Dash?
>You toss the ball to him, accurately this time.
“Dad, if this is about Rainbow Dash, I already-”
>He tosses the ball back at you.
>But this time he tosses it from a side arm angle.
>You shut up and concentrate as you notice the ball begins to break into your side.
>You reposition yourself just to catch the ball.
“Was that a slider?”
>The hell is he doing throwing pitches at you?
>Damn he's still good.
>”Son, it was painfully obvious that lovely young lady has a thing for you that even Anne Frank could see it.”
>What the hell?
“Anne Frank, dad?”
>Now it's your turn to toss a pitch and opt to throw him a change up.
>He scurries over and barley catches the ball.
>”Yeah, the blind and deaf woman?”
>Oh come on dad...
“You're thinking of Helen Keller!”
>You dad dons a confused look on his face.
>”Then who the hell was Anne Frank?”
>He tosses the ball back to you.
“Jewish girl, hid from the Nazi's, wrote a diary?”
>You lob the ball and watch him run up to catch the ball.
>”Well fuck me in the asshole, I'm stupid.”
>You just shake your head and let out a chuckle.
>He walks back to his side.
>”The point still stands, She looked like she really dug you, and from what I saw from you in the car the other night, before I probably ruined the whole evening, was you were meshing well with with her.”
>This time your father gets into a windup.
>But at the last second decided to fuck with you some more.
>Motherfucking eephus pitches.
>You weren't expecting it so the ball falls to the floor before you could react
“Alright Mr. 'I can Read People' If you really think that I liked her as much, why do I still feel hatred for her now!?.”
>A little annoyed with his tricks and now his attempt to guilt trip you.
>”Is it?” Is all he says.
“Yes! The hell dad? She's a bitch, she always was! Even when I first met her.”
>Your dad smiles and he slowly walks up to you.
>He places his hand over your shoulder.
>”This is going to sound stupid as hell, but, have you ever heard of the term 'tsundere'?”
>A fucking anime term!?
>Your dad?
“Are you serious right now?”
>”I am.”
>You push your dad's hand off your shoulder.
“I think we're done here!”
>”But do me one favor son, Ask yourself if you hated her so much why go through all the trouble of getting ready for prom and getting to know her, especially for a messily $500.”
>You start to walk off.
“I did it to help you guys out with the money!”
>Your dad shakes his head.
>”If we cared about money, we would have aborted you, taken our scholarships, and had successful, well paying jobs.”
>You turn to your dad.
>He just shrugs his shoulders.
>”There's more to life than success, there's more to love than liking each other.  Just think about it.”
>He then walks off to the locker room.
>Before he goes through the doorway he turns back to you.
>”Also, this goes without saying, but still. No matter what you do, your mother and I will always love you!”
>You cross your arms.
“...and what if I decide to become a serial rapist who also blows up Children's Hospitals!?”
>Dad looks deep in thought.
>”Yeah, we'd still love you!  If you tried to hide with us we'd turn you in, but we would still love you!”
>He smiles once more and disappears through the doors.
>So that happened.
>Not really sure what to make of it.
>You stick around to do more batting practice and decide to work on your pitching.
>You get home.
>Things seem normal.
>Both your parents are talking to you again.
>You have dinner.
>Homework.
>Online games.
>Sleep.
>Friday.
>Day before prom.
>Something was different about today.
>You feel weird.
>Was it something your dad said?
>Fucking hell, something he said must had affected you.
>You need to see Dash one more time.
>She probably won't answer your texts or calls.
>But you could ambush her after her track practice.
>Tracks field is right next to the baseball diamond, so it should be easy enough. 
>Gotta get through the day.
>Class
>Angry AppleJack
>Class
>Lunch
>Class
>Baseball practice.
>Some dumbass got beaned in the head with a baseball.
>It was pretty funny.
>Alright, practice is over.
>You head over to the track field.
>Looks like they are wrapping up for the evening as well.
>You look around and finally find her.
>Wearing really short shorts with the schools colors
>Matching sleeveless shirt with the schools logo front and center.
>Her hair is tied back to not get in the way of her face.
>You stand in between the field and locker room to intercept her on her way back.
>Here we go.
>She's coming towards you.
>She hasn't noticed you yet.
“Hey!”
>You call out to her.
>She looks over and sees you.
>She doesn't look happy.
>Of course she doesn't.
>You walk up to her.
“Hey I just wan-”
>She slaps you.
>And continues walking.
>Good start.
“Whatever, Whether I deserve that or not is up for debate, but you only get that one!”
>She turns to try and slap you again.
>You were prepared this time.
>You grab her hand and pull it up above her head.
“Not this time!”
>She still looks pissed.
>”What the fuck do you want Anon!?”
>You stare back into her eyes.
“Well, I was going to apologize for what happened the other night, but if you want to continue to act like a bitch then perhaps it was all for nothing!”
>She struggling to get her hand free from your grip.
>But you won't budge.
>”Me a bitch?  Get it through your fucking skull! I liked you, okay? I've always liked you!  You wanted me to fucking spell it out for you!? Nothing I ever said was fake!  You were just too much of a fucking pussy to take any kind of roughhousing from a fucking girl!”
>Your grip  on her tightens.
“Why should I give 3 flying fucks about your feelings!?  What about the $500 bullshit!?”
>She takes a step closer to you.
>”I figured you were playing hard to get!  You kept thinking my advances were legit jabs at you!”
>You throw up your free arm.
“How the fuck else was I supposed to take them!?  You were acting like a total cunt!!”
>Getting pretty mad now.
>”Well, maybe if you weren't such an autistic sperg you'd be able to read between the lines!
“You're not worth reading between the lines!”
>Shouting match.
>People are gathering.
>This may get ugly.
>”Fuck you! You fucking cock!”
“No, fuck YOU, Rainbow Cunt!”
>”I'd rather be a cunt than a cock!”
“I'd rather be a cock than a cunt!”
>Oh she's heated.
>Her face red with rage.
>If you were a betting man. You would have bet she would have tried to clock you with her free hand.
>But again, good thing you're not a betting man.
>She lunges towards you and begins to furiously kiss you.
>Wait, what?
>You weren't expecting this.
>You let go of her hand.
>She wraps both arms around you and pulls you closer into her.
>Both your bodies touching.
>You can smell the all too familiar scent of sweat that only comes from a good workout.
>And for whatever reason, you are ok with this.
>You wrap your arms around Rainbow Dash.
>And begin to return the kiss.
>You start hearing cheers from the spectators who were present for the verbal fight that just occurred.
>Her tongue is ravaging yours.
>You push her off for a moment.
“This changes nothing.”
>You growl at her.
>She goes back in.
>This time it's your turn for your tongue to invade her mouth.
>She sucks on it.
>Giving a little moan.
>You push off her again.
“You're still a cunt.”
>”And you're still a cock.”
>She whispers to you.
>And once again goes back in for another tongue lashing.
>You try something a bit bold.
>You let your hand trail down her back and grab her ass.
>She lets out a little giggle and finally pushes you off herself.
>”Ok Mr. Cock, not out here.”
>Her face still red.
>Both of you breathing heavy.
>You just continue to stare into her eyes.
>Somethings different now.
>You don't know what.
“So...”
>She pulls her hair band off and lets her hair flow.
>”Tomorrow, Pick me up at around 6 PM and we'll go to prom.”
>This again.
“Yeah, uh, whatever.”
>She gives you a wicked smile and she walks back to the locker room.
>You head over to the bus stop and head home.

>On the bus going home.
>You are trying to contemplate what all just happened.
>At one moment you and Rainbow Dash were at each others throats.
>The very next moment you were face fucking each other.
>'There's more to love than liking each other.'
>Is this what he meant.
>Can you love someone and hate them at the same time?
>Love is a strong word.
>But the point still stands.
>You can't stand her.
>But now you're starting to enjoy these fights.
>This is weird.
>To say the least.
>One thing is for sure now.
>You can't let up in front of her.
>You cannot let her get another upper hand.
>Tomorrow is going to be interesting.
>But first you need to get some things situated.

>You arrive home.
>You find your father sitting on the couch.
>Watching TV.
>You go up and sit next to him.
“So, it looks like I'm back on going to prom.”
>He turns to you.
>”Oh?  What brought this change of heart?”
>You think back to your fight with Dash.
>...and the aftermath.
>Her lips.
>Her taste.
>Her feel.
>Your cheeks flush a slight hint of red.
>You scratch the back of your head.
“Umm, I don't know how to put this....”
>Now dad has a devilish grin on his face.
>”She gave you a handy, didn't she?”
>He nudges your side and cause you to turn a darker shade of red.
“N-No! Nothing like that!”
>Now he's laughing.
>”Aww, alright, usually those come on the car rides to prom, or during prom in the bathrooms.”
>You don't even want to think about why he knows that.
>It will only lead to more emotional trauma.
“Whatever dad, I want to know what I'm going to do about a suit, and transportation!”
>The more you thought about it the more worried you got.
>Your dad ruffles your hair.
>”Don't you worry son, I got it all covered!”
>He gets up from his seat and grabs something from his jacket that was hanging off to the side of the living room.
>”Here, take this to the tailor shop uptown, and you'll be golden Ponyboy!”
>It's a folded piece of paper.
>You don't see what is written inside and just trust your dad.
>”Now lets have some dinner.”
>Dinner goes off without a hitch.
>Your mom seems to be overly joyful that you are going to prom again.
>It's always nice to see your mom happy.
>You finish off your nightly routine and climb into bed.
 >Tomorrow is going to be a big day.
>Or rather, Night.
>In more ways than one.

>Morning.
>You wake up to the sound of your mother cooking in the kitchen.
>The smell of bacon now flowing in the living room.
>You take a deep breath and do your morning routine and roll of the couch.
>”Sweetie, you really need to stop doing that, you may break something!”
>Your mom calls out from the kitchen.
>You groan at her as you get up and put the bedding away.
>You walk into the kitchen and see both parents already in there.
>Dad sitting at the table drinking coffee and reading something on a tablet.
>You sit at the table .
“Morning everyone.”
>Both parents return the greeting.
>Your mom then turns to you with a plate of some bacon and eggs.
>You thank her and begin to eat.
>While you were eating, your dad pulls out a set of keys and hands them to you.
>”Here son, you can use the car to go get your suit today.”
>you look at the keys.
>Then back to your father.
“You sure?”
>He nods.
>”Absolutely, I have other ways to get around town.”
>He then pulls out his phone and looks at it.
>”Speaking of which, when you're finished with breakfast, I'm gonna need to hitch a ride with you when you go to get your suit.”
>You nod and scarf down the rest of your food.
>You get dressed and motion for your dad that you were ready.
>You both head out to the parking lot and to the car.
“Am I driving?”
>He nods.
>”Yeah, the car is yours for the time being.”
>Sweet, you get to use the car today.
“Even for prom?”
>Your dad looks a bit confused.
>”Um, I guess, if you want to.”
>You now give him a suspicious look.
“What else do you have in mind then?”
>He looks at you with an evil smile.
>”I've got a surprise for you later.”
>He then gets in the car before you can answer back.
>You get in the car yourself.
>Start the engine and head off downtown.

“Hey dad?”
>You start to strike up conversation.
>”Yes son?”
“How do you know for sure when a girl actually likes you?”
>Your dad starts to stroke his chin.
>”Probably when she lets you stick it in her pooper.”
>You shake your head but a chuckle escapes you.
“Seriously dad,”
>He just shakes his head.
>”It's different with different girls.  They all have their own way of showing affection.  So there really is no definite answer.”
>You sigh.
“So this goes back to your statement of being able to read people?”
>He nods his head.
>”Sure does, a skill like that will get you out of a lot of situations.”
“Ok, I think I get it.”
>Still driving.
>Now on the freeway.
“So, what about how you know when you know you like someone?”
>Your father just shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders.
>”You just do.  Love is the hardest emotion to understand.  Sometimes there is no rhyme or reason to liking someone and a lot of the times the reason won't make sense.”
>Hitting close to home now.
“So for example like, says two people get off on beating each other up, or berating each other.”
>Your dad furrows his brow.
>I think he may have caught on.
>”I mean, sure.  I guess that would work.  As long as both parties involved were overachieving, overconfident cock-knockers, it would work well.  I can't say it would be a healthy relationship.”
>You sort of deflate in your seat.
>Overachieving.
>Overconfident.
>Both of those traits suits Dash well.
>They also suit you well, too.
>Your dad then puts his hand on your shoulder and gives you another one of his signature smiles.
>”Son, I'm sure you'll find out if you really like this girl tonight.  Prom is where anything can happen, if anything, go out there and enjoy yourself.  Everything usually falls into place.”
>You give him a smile back.
“Thanks dad.”
>You make it downtown and drop your father off somewhere near the Financial district.
>”I'll see you later son!”
>He shuts the door and heads down the street.
>Now time for you to go get your suit.

>You make it to the tailor shop.
>It looks packed.
>Looks like a lot of guys your age are in line.
>You figured people who were really into going to prom would have had their suits ready.
>You park the car and stand in line.
>This could take a while.
>About 10 minutes into waiting a guy is walking up the line asking people for their reservations.
>Shit.
>You don't think you have a reservation.
>You look a little panicked.
>Searching your pockets for something.
>Anything.
>The guys comes up to you.
>”It's prom night for most high schools, unless you have a reservation ticket, I have to turn you away.”
>You find the piece of paper your dad gave you.
“Um, I have this?”
>You say nervously.
>The guy takes the paper and reads it.
>He looks back at you.
>”One moment.”
>He retreats back into the shop.
>A few minutes later he comes back to you.
>”Please follow me sir.” 
>A couple of 'what?'s are heard.
>You yourself are a bit confused.
>But you oblige.
>You are taken into the shop.
>You see several people measuring guys and taking notes.
>You are led behind the counter into the back room.
>The back room is filled with assorted fabrics hanging on the walls all over.
>Several people are hard at work cutting and sewing pieces together.
>Another large mirror in the corner of the room.
>You are taken to one person in particular.
>An older gentleman who was in the middle of cutting some fabric.
>He looks up to you.
>He sits back in his seat.
>”So you're Dadanon's kid, huh?”
>You nod.
>”Man, last time I saw you was when you were in diapers.”
>You're confused.
>”Your dad has some balls calling in this favor now of all times.  Let's get this done.”
>He takes you to the corner of the room and begins to take your measurements.
>”Any color preferences?”
>You never really gave any thought into this.
“Uhh, no, just, regular will do I guess.”
>The tailor continues to measure you.
>”I'll go black with gold trim.”
>He takes a few more measurements.
>Alright kid, give me a few minutes.”
>He head into another back room for a bit and returns with a nice looking suit.
>”Here, try this on.”
>He leads you to a dressing room.
>You go in and try the suit on.
>It doesn't look bad.
>All black with a gold and black vest and gold lining on the coat.
>You check yourself out in the mirror for a few more minutes.
>Feeling like some sort of spy.
>You finally change back into your regular clothes.
>You exit the dressing room to see the man still standing there.
>You give him a thumbs up.
>”No charge.”
“Wait really?”
>He nods.
>”Now don't get the wrong idea, it's a rental. But I owe your dad big time and this was him calling in the favor.  Just bring the suit back when you can and please don't ruin it too much.”
>You nod furiously.
“Yes sir.”
>They take the suit and wrap it up with protective sleeves and hung it from some hangers and gave it back to you.
>”You enjoy prom tonight kid.”
>You nod and leave the tailor shop.
>You get several glares from the patrons who were still standing in line.
>You pay them no mind and get back in the car to get home and get ready.

>You get home only to find that your dad hasn't gotten back yet.
>You head upstairs and hop in the shower.
>You add some of your dad's cologne
>put on your suit.
>Check yourself one more time in the mirror.
>You head back downstairs to find your mother sitting on the couch.
>She looks over to you, and she starts to tear up.
>She gets up from her seat and comes over to you and gives you a big hug.
>She holds you there for a minute.
>”My baby boy is all grown up.”
>She whimpers, still holding you tight.
>You return the hug.
“Thanks mom.”
>She finally lets you go and grabs something from the couch.
>”Here, give this to your date. It's tradition to do so.”
>Your mother gives you a small box.
>Inside is a corsage.
>”You place it on their wrist when you meet them.”
“Thanks mom. I got it.”
>She takes a step back to get a full view of you again.
>The front door opens and your dad comes in.
>”Hey kid, looking real good.”
>A big smile on his face.
>You just give him a thumbs up.
>You're feeling a bit embarrassed.
>But the good kind.
>Your phone goes off.
>You check it.
>It's from Rainbow Dash.
>It's her address.
>It's about time to go.
“Well, I guess it's time for me to go.”
>Your dad wraps his arm around your shoulders.
>”I'll walk you out.”
>Your mom come up and gives you a big kiss on the cheek.
>”Enjoy yourself honey.”
>You smile and nod and walk out with your dad.

>As you are walking outside and down the steps to the ground floor, he begins to talk.
>”So, about what I said earlier about a surprise.”
>You smile and now wrap your arm around his shoulders.
“After what happened today with this suit, I figured you got me some BMW or Mercedes to take to prom.”
>Your dad's grip on shoulders tighten.
>”After hearing about this girl of yours, I assumed she'd have an ego to where those are nothing special for someone like her. No no, for something as special as this, if you really want to blow her 'and her panties' off.” He whispers the part about her panties as he slips a condom into your jacket pocket.
>”You're gonna need something spectacular!”
“Hold on, I never sad anything about wanting to take her panties off.”
>You object.
>Your dad laughs.
>”Regardless, you show up to her, I assume, nice house in this, I feel it would be a blow to her ego. As well as maybe making a few other panties moist as well!”
>He lets go of you and walks ahead of you to the drive way of the complex.
>There is a large semi truck parked to the side.
>He stands in front of the ramp of the truck and motions for something to come out.
>“Behold!!”
>And out comes

“No...”
>You can't be serious.
“Is this some joke?”
>”Hell no!  This damn thing is probably worth as much as your date's house!”
>Your eyes go wide.
“And you're letting me, a 17 year old whose only had his license for less than a year drive it, are you fucking crazy!?”
>Your fathers arms extended into the air.
>”Yes I am!!  If it doesn't work out with your date, this car will make a big enough impression on the other lovely ladies that they'll throw themselves all over you!”
>What logic.
“Whose leg did you have to pull to get this done!?”
>Out from the car comes a familiar face to you.
“Uncle Ergo?”
>He wasn't really your uncle, not by blood.
>He was your dad's best friend who you grew up knowing.
>Hence calling him uncle.
>”A big night for you kid.”
>Your uncle says as he comes and give you a big hug.
“Where did you get this?”
>”Don't sweat the minor details, just have yourself a good time.”
>He winks and leads you to the car.
>He begins to show you how everything in the car works.
>Finally he hands the key over to you.
>”It goes without saying, but please don't crash it.”
“Y-Yeah, I won't.”
>You get in the car.
>You place the key in the ignition slot.
>You press the start button and the car roars alive.
>You look over to your dad and uncle,
>Huge grins from ear to ear on both of them.
>You wave to them and you tap on the gas pedal and the car roars off.
>”You know I'll kill you if he does crash the car, right?”
>Uncle Ergo tells dad, still a smile on his face.
>”Ha ha, yeah I know.”

>This is so surreal.
>Here you are.
>In a tuxedo.
>Driving a multimillion dollar car.
>A car that has some serious power behind it.
>There is nothing modest about this car.
>With it's look and sound.
>It screams look at me.
>And boy are they looking.
>You're turning head everywhere.
>A lot of them taking their phones out and taking pictures.
>A lot of fine looking ladies eying you.
>Some even yelling for you to give them a ride.
>This is something else.
>You look to the menu screen in the center dash to see if there were any radio stations you should be playing.
>You see there is some preloaded songs in it's music player.
>You hop on the freeway and press play.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5B0itw6rmmI) [Michael Jackson - P.Y.T. - Thriller])
>Not what you were expecting.
>You just let the song play as you fly through the flow of traffic on the free way.
>Still only using a portion of the cars power.
>Finally a long stretch of road and light traffic.
>You press your foot down more on the gas.
>The car roars and sends you back into your seat.
>You get a rush of adrenaline and the car flies past other cars.
>The steering on this is silky smooth.
>You're feeling it now.
>You roll down the windows.
>You blast the song and begin to sing the chorus. 
>You get to your exit in no time.
>Now you're in the nicer part of town.
>You notice the roads are a lot smoother than where you live and the car now feels completely weightless.
>A lot of nice looking cars populate the area.
>But you're still turning heads.
>you head outwards to a very nice looking neighborhood.
>Houses are large and spread out from each other.
>Palm trees litter the sidewalks.
>You reach Dash's residence.
>A two story retro modern design.
>Not bad.
>You enter the long driveway that lead to her house.
>As you get closer you notice other cars parked on the way up to the house.
>Are these her friends' cars?
>Some of them are nice.
>None of them hold a candle to yours.
>You reach the front of the driveway and set the car in park.
>You see all of Dash's friends hanging out in the front yard.
>You decided to press the gas pedal one more time to let the car roar and grab their attention.
>It worked.
>You turn the car off and get out to head up to meet up with them.
>AppleJack is the first to come close to you.
>A glare still on her face.
>”An what'n tarnation are ya doin here!”
>You give her a nonchalant look.
“I'm here to take your bitch-ass gay pride supporting friend to prom.  What do you think I'm here for?”
>AJ and her friends are all taken back by your answer.
>The guys are giving each other an 'oooh' look.
>”Ya what!?”
“Ya heard meh.”
>You mocked her accent.
>An innocent smile on your face
>AJ gets in your face and the others look scared.
>”AJ Cool it!”
>She turns around and you look to the source of the voice.
>It was Rainbow Dash.
>She looked stunning.
>A single skintight one piece, sleeveless all white dress that hugged every curve of her body.
>Her hair was all tied up.
>She never wore makeup but she did tonight and you see this glow around her.
>”Didn't think you'd show up.” She snarled at you with a smile.
>You walk up to her.
“Well, I wasn't going to but I figured I'd get to ogle at your and your friends asses instead of sitting at home having to hear from my dad about the time he got mistakenly deported because he was disguised as a mariachi band singer.”
>You've heard that story one too many times before.
>Some more gasps from her friends can be heard.
>”What such foul language!”
>The white one with purple hair with a bedazzled looking blue dress chimes in.
>You turn to her and hold up your arms in the air and smile.
>Dash gives a laugh.
>You turn back to Dash and you pull the corsage out the box
“My mom says I'm supposed to put this in you or some shit.”
>She snorts.
>”Don't you mean 'on me'?”
>You shrug
“I don't know, probably.”
>You place it over her wrist.
>She then holds up her wrist to look at said corsage.
>”Thanks asshole.”
>There's a photographer who has been taking pictures of the whole thing.
>”I'm getting new film, everyone get in place for group photos.  First the ladies”
> you separate in groups.
>You notice Flash Sentry.
>He's a regular acquaintance of yours.
>You walk up to him and give him a handshake.
>”What is up Anon, I thought you weren't coming to stuff like this.”
>You shrug your shoulders.
“Shit happens.”
>Flash gives a laugh.
>”Well what about that beast?” He points to the Bugatti. “ I mean, I was barley able to borrow a Porsche, but that!? How in the hell did you manage to pull something like that!?”
>You put a goofy look on your face.
“I think my dad might be a part of some sort of secret mafia.”
>Flash gives another laugh.
>But you're not laughing.
“Anyways, who are you taking?”
>Flash points to a girl wearing a skin tight red dress.
>Almost similar to Dash's except her's is a single sling dress.  
>Red and yellow flowing hair that resembles bacon to you.
“Sweet, not bad.”
>Nice body on that one.
>Hell, all of them look smoking hot.
>”Alright, time for the gentleman.”
>You switch places with the girls and get your photo taken.
>”Now all couples!”
>All the girls get with their partners and have their photos taken.
>Now that all the pleasantries are done.
>Everyone makes for their car.
>You lead Dash to your car and she is just speechless.
>”Where the hell did you get this?”
>You shake your head.
“Shenanigans,  Impressed?”
>Her eyes go wide.
>“No, seriously dude, this car costs more than my house! It's my dad's dream car, and even he can't afford to own something like this!” 
>You give her a devilish grin.
“I may not be rich in financial values, but in resourcefulness I guess I'm better off.” 
>You look at the others.
>Standard luxury cars from the rest.
>Except for Flash's Porsche.
>All the other males opening the door for their dates.
>Dash looks to you.
>”Well?” She asks.
>You wink at her.
“Do it your damn self.”
>You climb in the car.
>Dash follows you afterwords.
>”Now you're being a real asshole.”
>You look at her again and blow a kiss to her.
“Just the way you love it.”
>She rolls her eyes before giving you another smile.
>You turn on the car and once again it roars to life.
>Onwards to the prom.

>You really do love driving this on these streets, 
>I guess the road really does make all the difference.
>”Come on pussy, drive faster!”
>Dash whines to you.
>Without warning, you apply more pressure to the gas pedal.
>The car jumps at an insane rate and causes Dash to sit back into her seat.
>She now has a wide smile on her face.
>”Yeah!! That's what I'm talking about!”
>She rolls the window down and sticks her head out into the wind.
>She's yelling at nothing, clearly enjoying herself.
>You stop at a stop light.
>”That was awesome!”
>She is very enthusiastic over this.
>She then pulls her phone out and plugs it to the car's system.
>She turns the radio up and picks a song on her phone.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VTHsOSGJHN0) [??? - Gotta Go Fast - Sonic X Theme Song])
>You turn off the sound system in a split second.
“Nope, nope, nope, nope. Hell fucking no we are not devaluing this car with that garbage.”
>The hell us wrong with her?
>She snickers.
>“I had to.”
>You shake your head and head on the freeway.
>She wants fast? She'll get it.
>It's now already late enough in the evening where there isn't much traffic right now.
>Let's push this beast a bit further.
>Holy shit this thing now feels weightless.
>It's like you're really flying now.
>You're passing other cars like they're parked.
>This feels a bit dangerous.
>But Dash is eating it up.
>Both of you having a good time.
>Of course going fast means you get to your destination quicker.
>You make it to the hall where prom is being held.
>There is valet parking.
>You pull up to the front and get a lot of stares from everyone outside.
>Everyone is taking a picture of the car.
>You and Dash get out of the car and a valet runs up to you super excited.
>You eye him as he hops in the car and takes it off to go park it.
>You and Dash hook arms and head in.

>Big.
>Spacious.
>Loud.
>Dark.
>Extravagant.
>Pretty much what you would expect from a prom.
>A DJ sits at the far end of the hall blasting top 40 tunes.
>You now remember why you never really cared for dances.
>You can't dance for shit.
>And that's what you do at dances.
“Well, have fun for now, I'm going to look for food for the time being!”
>You tell Dash as you leave her side.
>You walk around and see some familiar faces.
>Including some of your baseball teammates who were in attendance.
>You say your hellos and pleasantries and continue on.
>You finally find your way to the food table.
>Shrimp cocktail.
>Deviled eggs.
>Some sort of fried meatball thing.
>Are those bacon wrapped baby tomatoes?
>Yes please.
>You load a place of those and sit off to the side and watch the dance.
>You're glad you're not dancing.
>Some of the people here are awful.
>There's one guy who's just shaking his fist like he's rolling dice, or jerking an imaginary dick off.
>One guy is bobbing his head like a chicken to the beat.
>Someone is doing the 'Walk like an Egyptian' dance.
>This is some funny shit.
>Then there is that one guy who does the robot.
>There he is.
>Some songs pass.
>You're still sitting on the side.
>You're already getting bored.
>”Hey Canterlot High, how you all doing out there?  It's the emcee here! Better hurry and get your song requests in quick, we'll be doing the Prom King and Queen ceremonies soon!”
>The crowd reacts to the voice.
>King and Queen?
>You totally forgot that that goes on here.
>Not that you care.
>”Hey fuck face!”
>You don't know what was more alarming.
>The fact that someone yelled fuck face in here.
>Or that you responded to the name.
>For good measure though.
>As you now see Rainbow Dash standing next to you.
>A look of annoyance on her face.
>”Are we going to dance or what?”
>You look to Dash.
>And then to the crowd.
>Then back to Dash.
“You know what?  Yes, let me do something real quick.”
>You get up off the chair and walk up to the DJ booth.
>You tell the DJ you have a song request.
>The DJ gives you a questioning look but shrugs and give you a thumbs up.
>You head back to Rainbow Dash.
>You take her hand and lead her into the dance floor.
>You sway your body to the beat of the current song and wait and hope your request goes through.
>The next song hits.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6tsrKgPNHFw [Diplo Ft. Nicky Da B - Express Yourself])
>Jackpot.
>Your foot taps to the beginning snare.
>When the song starts to build, you pull Dash into yourself.
>You grind your crotch area into hers.
>She looks shocked.
>Some people around you are starting to stare.
>Your hands are traveling her sides and get a nice handful of her ass from her dress.
>She gasps.
>But she's not stopping you.
>You turn her around.
>You start to furiously grind into her backside.
>You then thrust into her
>Bumping her backside you slide a few feet from her and are still swaying your hips.
>She looks back to you with a mixture of confusion and horror.
>You just give her a goofy smile.
>Motioning her to back into you.
>She then puts on a seductive smile.
>She obliges and backs her ass into your crotch.
>Now your grinding each other.
>You cause a circle of people to surround you.
>You hear lots of yells and cheers from some of the students.
>Dash bends over and grinds furiously into you.
>You return the favor and start dry humping her with your arms in the air like the winner you are.
>Most of the students are cheering.
>You feel a pair of hands grab your jacket collar from behind you and drag you out of the circle of people.
>You look to see it is and it seems like it's dance security.
>You keep your arms in the air.
“NO REGRETS!!”
>You yell at the top of your lungs to the crowd and more loud cheers erupt from them.

>You are dragged out to the front lobby of the banquet hall.
>You see Principal Celestia standing in the middle.
>Her arms crossed with a disappointed look on her face
>Despite it being prom night, she's wearing the same kid of suit you'd see her wear at school.
>”What was that all about Anonymous?” She sighs at you.
>You look to your left and right.
>You see another guard escorting Dash out of the hall.
>You look back at Principal Celestia.
“Uh, it's prom night?”
>You put on a fake sorrowful looking face.
>”I am aware of that Anonymous, that's no reason for you an Miss Dash to have put on such a vulgar show.”
>You put your hands up and shake your head.
“This is the last time I'll have a chance at this. I'm just following some advice given to me by a wise, but not-so-wise man.”
>She looks mad now.
>”I'm disappointed in you, in both of you.”
>Rainbow Dash is now by your side.
>”You both are leading examples of the reputation of the school's student body, being captain of sports teams and representing the School's name in crowning achievements.”
>She then rubs her eyes with her hand.
>”I'm afraid I have no choice but to bar you from the premises for the rest of the night.”
>You're fine with that.
>It doesn't look like Dash is though.
>”W-wait Principal Celestia!  Can't you reconsider!?”
>Principal Celestia looks to Dash.
>”Not after that display you two put out there. Now all the students are riled up over it.  You're both lucky that this is all I am doing for the time being.  You both could easily be suspended for such behavior.”
>Dash didn't like the sound of that.
>She steps back and the Principal walks past the both of you.
>”Please, the both of you have a civil evening.  I now have a dance to go calm down.”
>She head back into the hall and the guards are now escorting you out to the front.
>Valet brings your car around.
>You get more stares and more people pulling phones out and taking pictures.
>Both you and Dash get in and drive off into the night.

>You're driving.
>Really not anywhere in particular.
>But you're driving.
>You turn on the car's preloaded song list.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jg7tn0zY8mk [MAITRO - Indigo Plateau - Future Nostalgia Deluxe])
>Hm, almost feels fitting for the night.
>Rainbow Dash is just looking out the window at nothing.
>You almost feel bad because it was your idea to do that little stunt at the prom.
“Um, sorry.”
>You tell her.
>She doesn't look at you.
>”For what?”
>You look at her.
“For getting us kicked out of prom.  I know you said going meant something to you.”
>She continues to look out the window.
>She then slowly turns her head to face you.
>”It only meant something because I was there with you.  As stupid and corny as it sounds.”
>She then places her hand on your knee.
>You then sigh.
>You place your hand over Dash's.
“What do you say we spend the rest of the night speeding on the freeway?”
>Her face lights up.
>”Hell yeah!”
>You both smile at each other.
>You get to the freeway on-ramp and stop first.
>You then connect your phone.
>And play something you feel appropriate for this.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPolYY7KEeI [Yuzo Koshiro - Feel the Passion - Wangan Midnight: Max Tune OST])
>You enter the freeway.
>You punch it. 
>Both you and Dash are sent back into your seats.
>You keep going up in gears.
>Everything looks like a blur.
>You're having a hard time because this is obviously a speed nobody should be going.
>Even if the whole point of this car is to go this fast.
>Dash, however, is loving every second of it.
>Being the crazy speed demon bitch that she is.
>She lets her hair down from the bands the kept it up in place.
>She rolls down her window and undoes her seat belt and sticks half her body out the side of the car.
 “What the hell are you doing!?”
>You try to yell at her.
>But you imagine the sound of the wind rushing over her and the sound of the roaring engine, it fell to deaf ears.
>Dash then holds out her arms in the air as she begins to cheer.
>”Woooooooo!!!!!”
>Her hair is blowing madly into the night air.
>Well at least she seems to be enjoying herself.
>You?
>You feel your heart pumping a million times a minute.
>Never will you get over the rush of going this fast in a car you may never get the chance to drive again.
>As you fly across the freeway you notice some cars up ahead.
>They aren't getting as close as fast as the others.
>As you get closer to them, you notice they are other cars going almost as fast as you.
>One of the cars is a Lamborghini
>The other, a Ferrari.
>You make it up to both of them and as soon as you pass them, you can hear their engine roar and jet past you.  
>Rainbow Dash gets back in the car.
>”Don't take that crap! Catch them!!”
>You nod.
>Now you floor it.
>The car screams bloody murder as you go even faster than before.
>This is stupid.
>This is so so stupid.
>But it was fucking amazing.
>You catch up to the other cars.
>And pass them.
>You get a few feet ahead of them and then both of them come back up to your nose.
>You briefly look to your left and right.
>Both drivers seem to give you a thumbs up and try to speed past you.
>But you're not having any of that.
>You get ahead of them and don't look back.
>Both you and Dash are now cheering in the car over your apparent victory over the other 2 cars.
>Time passes.
>You keep driving around on the freeway.
>When appropriate, you floor it again to top speed and Dash again hangs out the side of the car.
>A couple of times, some other cars try to race you.
>But it takes little effort to blow them away.
“Well, I think we've had enough fun for tonight.”
>Dash just takes a deep breath.
>Leaning back into her seat.
>”Yeah, I'm all tired out.”
>You look over to Dash.
>Thanks to all the continuous sticking of her head out the window at high speeds, her makeup is smeared all over her face.
>You try hard to pressures a laugh, but fail.
>”What's so funny?”
>You motion her to look in her mirror.
>She looks and gives a shriek and covers her face.
>You still laugh.
“You look like you just got gang banged by a bunch of clowns.”
>”Fuck you Anon!”
>You continue to smile at her.
>After some time you make it back to her house.
>You stop the car just in front of her walkway.
“Well, it was a fun night of sorts.”
>You sigh.
“Still, sorry for getting us thrown out.”
>She shakes her head.
>”It's ok Anon.”
>She looks over to her house.
>Then back to you.
>”Um, you know my parents aren't home,  and if you're too tired to drive home, you can... You know...”
>You close your eyes and take a deep breath.
“Alright, fine.” 
>You move the car off to the side and turn it off.
>You then escort Dash up to her front door and lets you in first.

>It's a nice house.
>Tidy and clean.
>White furniture and wood grain finish all around the living room which looks bigger than your entire apartment.
>You then feel a hand grab yours.
>”This way.”
>Dash leads you up some stars and down a hallway.
>She stops momentarily in front of a door before finally opening it and leading you inside.
>Looks like Rainbow Dash's room.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jqj536wT1jA [The Flashbulb - We Are Alone In A City - Love As A Dark Hallway])
>Unlike the rest of the house this room was very untidy with clothes and stuff thrown all over the place.
>Walls littered with sports figures and rock stars.
>A desk at the far end of the room with a computer and more junk piled up top.
>Two doors in the back right corner of the room.
>One great feature was one side of her entire left side wall was a window that overlooked the bay that was near her neighborhood.
>You stare out in the distance.
“Now that is a view.”
>You turn to Dash just in time.
>She is facing away from you as she undoes the top part of her dress and lets it fall to the ground.
>Revealing her bare back and her white thong which shows her perfect, athletic, firm and tight ass.
>You begin to nervously loosen up your collar.
>She looks back at you for a second.
>”Give me a minute.”
>She then moves to one corner of the room where the two doors are and opens one of them revealing a bathroom.
>You briefly hear the sound of running water.
>She emerges from the bathroom.
>All the makeup wiped off her face.
>Hair completely down and not frizzled from the blowing air.
>Nothing covering her perky breasts as they have a little bounce to them with each step she takes towards you.
>She's now inches away from you.
>And unlike the first kiss you received from her the other day.
>She gently leans in and gives you a softer one.
>She begins to undress you.
>First by sliding your jacket off.
>Then working on your vest.
>You begin to assist by now loosening your tie and unbuttoning your shirt.
>She now turns her attention to unhooking your belt.
>Unzipping your pants and throws them down.
>She finally lets off the kiss and removes your now unbuttoned shirt.
>You finally kick off your shoes and socks and kick the off to the side with your pants.
>So here you are.
>Almost naked.
>Alone with a girl.
>Who is also almost naked.
>Just staring into each others eyes.
>Neither of you seem to know where to go from here.
>Dash makes the first semi move and wraps her arms around you and pulls you in close.
>Bodies now touching.
>She's warm.
>And soft.
>Especially her breasts
>The feel of them being pressed against your skin is a surreal experience.
>She then rests her head on your shoulder.
>You return the favor and wrap your arms around her waist and pull her in even closer.
>Your head now resting on her shoulder.
>You take a deep breath.
>Inhaling the scent of whatever bath product she used  to clean herself with.
>The sweet yet light smell of vanilla.
>You start to giver her neck small kisses.
>Your first instinct was to toss her on the bed and ream her silly all night. 
>Your grip on her tightens at the thought of it.
>Then a wave of other thoughts flood into your mind.
>One in particular is that of how your parents ended up having you.
>Granted the situation, you hope, is different that of before.
>You could always pull out at the last minute.
>Said every other dumbass ever in this situation.
>Fucking hell.  If only you had a condom.
>Dash raises her head and begins to caress the side of your face.
>”So, Where do we take it from here?”
>You look at her for a second.
>You then rest your forehead onto hers.
“The bed is the obvious answer.”
>She giggles and complies.
>Both of you enter the bed
>Which was also a mess, by the way.
>You lay there.
>With Rainbow Dash by your side in one arm.
>Other arm is tucked behind your head.
>Dash traces the lines in your body with her index finger.
>She leans up to kiss your cheek.
>”Now what?” she whispers into your ear.
>You take a deep breath.
“This, this is fine, whatever this is.”
>No regrets, right?
>Honestly this may turn into one down the line.
>But you'll burn that bridge when you get to it.
>Dash seems to have something else in mind.
>She rests her head on your chest and give another giggle.
>”Anon, you're such a fag.”
>Her hand that was tracing your body beings to travel downwards.
>”But, you're my fag now.”
>Her hand reaches the tracings of your boxer-briefs.
>Her hand slips underneath the elastic band of the edge and grabs for it's prize.
>And by prize you mean your dick.
>Your breathing quickens.
>She gives it a squeeze.
>Then a few pumps.
>You are now in full boner mode.
>She frees your little buddy from the confined prison that was your underwear.
>She lets it go and watches it stand tall in all it's sexy glory.
>She begins to kiss your chest as she makes her way all the way down to your midsection.
>She is now inches away from Anon Jr.
>She blows the tip just to watch it twitch and squirm.
>You now place your free hand over your face and take another deep breath.
>Shes still lightly blowing your tip.
>You feel the breeze get more intense until you feel a pair of lips press on the edge.
>ohboyherewego.jpg
>You now feel pressure from her lips as she continues to press onwards.
>She then slowly opens her mouth a bit to let your begging member pop into her mouth.
>The tip is in.
>Her tongue gives it a lick and continues her downwards decent.
>More of you slide into her mouth.
>She finally has almost all of you in her mouth before you hit the back of her mouth.
>She stops for a moment.
>And then slowly slides her way back up.
>You exhale.
>You don't know how long you were holding you breath during that.
>She makes her way back to the tip.
>Tongue gives it another lick.
>And then makes her way back down.
>Again she stops when you hit the back of her mouth.
>It feels as though her mouth is trying to collapse around your dick.
>Almost like a vacuum tube was sucking you off.
>...not that you've ever tried that.
>But if you did, this is what might fee like.
>You hear a pop sound.
>Dash just let you out her mouth.
>You then hear her gasp for air.
>Dick twitching, begging for more.
>You almost want to beg for more..
>Your other free hand starts to rub the back of her head through all her hair.
>”Mm, you like that?” She says softly.
“Yes, yes I do.” 
>You whisper to her.
>Of course you liked that
>Seriously, any guy would love to get their dick sucked.
>She coos and then repositions herself before she goes back.
>Now on her knees, her upper body is just over your midsection.
>Which now means her backside is now hanging to the right of your face.
>Almost a '69' position.
>Taking you back all the way into her mouth.
>This time her pace quickens.
>Each time she gets to the tip, her tongue flicks your snake eye.
>Her other free hand now gently messaging and squeezing Anon Jr's two best friends.
>You let a moan out.
>Can't really hold it in anymore.
>Dash responds with a moan of her own.
>You take your free right hand and begin to rub one of her cheeks.
>She gives off a squeak when you give it a hard squeeze.
 >She then begins to wiggle it around.
>Your hand then travels from her cheek to the center.
>Tracing the thin fabric that is her thong downwards until you feel something moist.
>Score.
>It's your turn to tease her.
>You press your finger into the fabric and make circular motions.
>She's now moaning.
>You now add another finger.
>Her moans are now longer.
>She begins to suck you faster in response.
>You take a deep breath in satisfaction.
>Now you use your fingers to move the fabric and slide them into the wet abyss.
>She gasps as she almost chomps down on your dick.
>Her reaction causes you to pull your fingers out of her quickly.
>She starts to whine in a panic and pushes her backside towards you.
>Begging for reentry.
>You oblige and slide your fingers, slowly, back into her.
>She sighs in relief and goes back to her own task.
>Her pace is now quicker.
>She is also swaying her hips so that your fingers are entering and exiting her.
>You help out a bit by circling your fingers around in her.
>You start to feel her juices drip from her and all over your wrist.
>Her grip on your balls tighten.
>Shit you're getting close.
>Real close.
>You debate on whether to warn her or not.
>Fuck it.
>You use your free left hand to place it over her head.
>You grab a head of hair and you begin to pump your hips up into her.
>She grunts for a bit. But you deter them by your other hand still furiously fingerfucking her.
>She matches the pace of your hips, now sucking furiously herself.
>Your breaths are getting erratic.
>Almost there.
>”Mm, Hm!”
>You hear Dash moan one more time. Like she is expecting you to cum in her mouth.
“Ugh!”
>The flood gates open and you feel a violent stream shoot out into her mouth.
>She stays still for a second, seemingly to collect all your man batter.
>She finally frees you and sits up.
>*gulp*
>She lets out a huge sigh or relief.
>”Fuck that was a lot of cum, don't you jerk off at home?”  
>Of course you don't!
>At least, not as often as you like.
>You live in a one bedroom apartment with your parents and your bed is the living room.
>>None of it matters right now.
>You're too discombobulated to care about anything right now.
>You feel as though a great weight was lifted from you.
>Dash looks down to you.
>You look up to Dash.
>She smiles at you.
>”I'll be back.”
>She head back to the bathroom and you hear more running water from the sink.
>She emerges back.
>Gets back in the bed.
>And makes herself comfortable cuddling next to you.
>She kiss you on the cheek.
>Smells like she used mouthwash.
>You wrap one arm around her and pull her in for another hug.
>You both lay there.
>Letting the night take over.

>Next morning.
>You're awoken by the brilliant sun that was beating it's rays through Dash's large window and onto you.
>A disadvantage to having a whole wall window.
>You sit up slowly, as to not wake Dash.
>You look around the room.
>It actually looks worse than it did last night.
>You laugh as you finally get up and head to the bathroom.
>You decide to use her shower.
>You use whatever bath products she has.
>Not like you have anything important to do today anyways.
>You exit the bathroom to see Rainbow Dash sitting on the edge of the bed 
>Staring out the window.
>Her skin glowing from the bright sunlight.
>She turns to see you and then gets up.
>She walks to you and gives you another kiss.
>”Morning.” She says
“Morning.”
>You tell her back.
>”I'm gonna shower real quick.”
>You nod and she walks into the bathroom and draws the water in the bath again.
>You go and put your pants, shoes and shirt back on.
>You wait for Dash to finish before you exit the room to the rest of the house.
>She exits the bathroom and grabs a random shit that was just on the floor and puts it on.
>You both make your way out the room and into the main living room.
>Everything looks a lot more vibrant in the light than it does in the night.
>She then leads you to the kitchen.
>”Anything in you want for breakfast?”
>She asks as she scours the cabinets for something to eat.
>You shrug.
“No, anything is fine.”
>She nods and grabs a tube from the fridge.
>It's instant pancake mix.
>She fires up a griddle and squirts some of the batter on it and makes some effort free pancakes
>They're not amazing, but it's something to fill your stomach for the time being.
>During the meal, both you and Rainbow Dash give each other little glances.
>It almost feels a little awkward after the events of last night.
“Well, I think I should head back home.  I think my dad and uncle are having a heart attack that the car is still out.”
>Dash gives a laugh and then nods.
>You run back into her room and grab your jacket and vest that were still sprawled on the floor.
>Dash leads you to the front door.
>”So what now?”
>You shrug your shoulders.
“I don't know.  I guess we're together, or something?”
>She smiles and brings her hand to your cheek and gives you a light slap.
>”One day at a time, huh?”
“I guess.”
>She opens the door and you walk through.
>She continues to watch you as you head over to the car and get in.
>You start the engine.
>You look over to Dash as she waves you goodbye.
>And then closes the door.
>You can't say it was bad night.
>You spend the entire drive home with a smile on your face.
>You make it home to see the truck that the car came in was there.
>Or perhaps it never left.
>You park it behind your dad's car for the time being.
>You head upstairs.
>Into your apartment.
>You're greeted by your parents and uncle.
>All of them give you a hug and a pat on the back.
>You tell them the car is fine.
>You tell them you were thrown out for 'naughty' dancing.
>Both your dad and uncle give you a high five.
>Mom isn't too thrilled.
>They asked where you went last night.
>You blush a little bit.
>Your dad gives you a big smile and says never mind.
>You give the keys back to your uncle.
>Both dad and uncle go outside to get the car back packed up.
>Your mother retreats upstairs.
>you begin to change clothes and then start to check the pockets for anything you may have missed.
>You then find a condom in the jacket pocket.
>Fucking shit.
>You feel like a huge idiot to have forgotten you had this.
>You just toss it off to the side.
>You then find something in your inner jacket pocket.
>That wasn't there before.
>It was a thick envelope.
>The front was marked 'Anon' with a heart drawn on it.
>You flip it over to find another note written on the back.
>'A deal's a deal.'
>You open the envelope to find Dash's white thong that she wore last night.
>It was wrapped around something else.
>You unravel them to find five $100 notes.
>You sit back into the couch.
>Used panties in one hand.
>A wad of cash in the other.
>Feeling like a total boss.
>It was a good night.

-END

I decided to add the "epilogue" to this paste to keep it in one.  I plan on writing a true epilogue one day...

>Things don't feel too different.
>You have a girlfriend now.
>If you can call it that.
>Rainbow Dash is your friend, sure.
>She lets you do things to her.
>She does things to you.
>She's still a bitch.
>Nowhere near what she used to be
>But you don't take her shit.
>It's... complicated.
>Even though it really isn’t.
>You just make it so.
>Dad seems to think it's your guy's way of showing affection to each other.
>You had asked him about this before.
>He said it would work, albeit; dysfunctional.
>Even so.
>Life largely stayed the same.
>You did your sports.
>She did hers.
>She would come to your games.
>She didn't seem too interested in it until you were up to bat.
>Then she'd scream her lungs out.
>It was cute.
>You'd both meet with each other on occasion.
>You both found a mutual love for DDR and would play together.
>Even came up with a freestyle routine with each other for shits and giggles.
>You finally met her parents.
>Much to your surprise, and Dash's, her father had a vague idea of who you are.
>Turns out he's a baseball enthusiast himself and had kept tabs on you through the local newspaper.
>He gave you a story of how he tired to get Dash into baseball 
>When she was a kid she tried to play and she was hit by a ball and cried.
>Thus, she swore off baseball.
>Ha! It's like poetry.
 
>Today's agenda you decided to take Dash over to the batting cages.
>Partly to get her to shut up about hitting a ball is piss easy.
>Also perhaps to get over her possible phobia?
>You were probably over-thinking it.
>But it would still be a good time.
>You hope.
>You lead Dash into the facility.
>Familiar sounds of baseballs popping into leather gloves and metallic sounds of aluminum bats clashing with ball to send off into the distance.
>It made you feel at home.
>Not so much for Dash.
>Which was fine.
>She didn't have to like the sport.
>But damn you were going to get her to respect it at least.
>Both of you separate and go change into more appropriate clothing for workouts.
>You emerge with your usual getup of black shorts with a long sleeve shirt with 'Wondercolts Baseball' imprinted in front with the School's insignia.
>School colors and all.
>While you wait for Dash you decide to limber up.
>You get some dirty looks from what you assume are players from Crystal Prep.
>Judging by color of their gear led you to this assumption.
>You just shoot them a smile and a wave.
>Nothing gets under their skin more than showing hospitality.
>Entitled cunts.
>”Alright,  I'm good to go!”
>Rainbow Dash makes her way towards you.
>Mostly baggy t-shirt with black sleeves and small tight athletic shorts.
>Tube socks that went up to just under her knees.
>You look up and down at her.
“Alright, follow me.”
>You then lead her into a new area of the facility.
>A large spacious room with rows upon rows of cages.
>In each cage there is a machine at the far end that fires a baseball.
>”Why so many cages?” Dash asks.
“Well, the obvious and short answer is that there is usually more than one person who wants to practice their swings.”
>You point out to the cages at each person who is in a cage right now.
>There are about 9 people in cages at the moment.
>”And the 'not obvious and long' answer?”
“There are two cages devoted to a certain type of pitch speed.  Ranging from 60mph up to 90mph.”
>Her face then lights up.
>”Well then?  Let me at that 90 cage!”
>She begins to make her way down the hall but you grab her by the shirt and pull her back.
“Hold it!  There's no way I'm letting you at it before I see your stance and swing.”
>She looks disappointed.
>”Aww, C'mon! I know I can hit a ball!”
>While she was whining, you grab a bat and a batting helmet and hand them over to her.
“Stop bitching, put the helmet on and get your ass in that 60mph cage and CONVINCE me you can hit a ball!”
>She pouts and drags the bat into the cage.
>”Whatever, this'll be a piece of cake.”
>She activates the machine and gets into her stance.
>At least you think that's her stance.
>Now there really is no right way to hit a ball.
>But there is definitely a wrong way to.
>Her stance is terrible.
>Feet together.
>Knees not bent.
>Hands not close together.
>This is going to be good.
>First ball is shot from the machine.
>Swing!
>Miss!
>A bad swing to boot.
>She only swings her arms.
>You shake your head.
>She can't be this oblivious about how to swing a bat.
“What the hell was that!?”
>You mock her from the outside of the cage.
>”Fuck off! I'm just getting warmed up!”
>She gets in the same stance again.
>Swing.
>Miss.
>”Arrrgh!!”
>Shes getting frustrated.
>Three more pitches.
>Three more swings.
>...and three more misses.
>Then something happened.
>She then spread her legs out.
>She bent her knees.
>And slid her hands closer together.
>She got the hint.
>Another pitch comes.
>She makes contact.
>The ball pops up in the air and drops.
>“Hah!  I'm getting the hang of this!”
>Another pitch.
>She makes contact again.
>The ball dribbles off to the side.
>Another pitch.
>Another ball hit to the ground.
>Final pitch.
>She hits it and sends a line drive up the middle.
>A fancy baseball term for she hit it back to the machine.
>Not bad.
>She's getting that smug look on her face.
>You step into the cage with her and start to slow clap
“Not that bad a start.  Well, it was really bad at first, but I must applaud your adjustments midway through.”
>She places one end of the bat on the ground and uses it for a stand.
>”Yeah I know I'm awesome!”
>You snort and you get behind her.
“Now let me show you some tips that will make you even more awesome.”
>You're right behind her.
>Bodies touching.
>You can feel her tense up a bit.
You slide your arms over hers.
>You grab her wrists that are gripping the bat.
“Try to keep the bat at a 45 degree angle.”
>You pressure her arms with yours to lower her elbows.
“Try to keep your elbows below your hands.”
>You let go.
>You gently knee her inner thighs.
“Always try to have your legs spread to at least shoulder length.”
>Finally, you grab her by her hips.
“Also remember.  It's all in the hips.”
>You begin to rock her hips back and forth in a rhythmic motion.
>She finally flails at you to get away.
>You notice her face is red.
>”I get it you perv!”
>You laugh and begin to exit the cage.
“One last thing.”
>You make your way back to her.
>You lean into her face.
>Faces just inches apart.
>eyes are locked.
>You press forward as if to kiss her.
>Just before contact you whisper.
“Always keep your eye on the ball.”
>You very quickly pull back and hit the button to activate the pitching machine.
>You can't tell if she's embarrassed or pissed over what jut happened.
>She's breathing heavy.
>Her swings are more awkward from when she had the bad stance.
>You have yourself a laugh.
>After she calmed herself down she began to get hits.
>Solid hits.
>Line shots.
>Even fly balls.
>They're going pretty far as well.
>The last two pitches she get's solid contact on.
>And sends them flying as high and as far as the cages let them.
“Well then,”
>She had a good session.
>She exits the cage still looking a bit angry
“Great start, now we can move up to-”
>”We're going 90.” She abruptly tells you
>You were going to say 80.
>But you decide to just let her at it.
>She seems mad still.
>Plus she has the bat.
>Can't let this get too ugly.
>You both make your way to the end of the cages.
>Dash heads into the cage and begin to take a few practice swings before activating the machine.
>She finally does.
>The first pitch comes.
>It blows right past her.
>She didn't even swing.
>”What the hell was that!?”
>Another pitch.
>She doesn't see and swings way too late.
>She looks more panicked than annoyed at this moment.
>You're getting a good chuckle at least.
“You see Dashie, what most non baseball players realize is that while it looks easy to hit these kinds of pitches on TV. When you're truly faced with a 90mph or above fastball; things get a bit quick.”
>She starts grunting as she still takes late swings.
>She finished the session without making any kind of contact.
>Dash looks over to you.
>It's your turn to give her a smug, almost 'I told you so' look.
>She slams her fist on the button to activate the machine again for another round.
>10 more swings.
>10 more misses.
>Her swings are getting slower and more sloppy.
>She's getting tired.
>She's putting all her strength into each swing and that wares on you quick.
>Well, at least she caught some of one of the pitches.
>The ball flew to the back of the cage in your direction.
>Even with two layers of fence between the ball and you, you still flinch
>But still not much
>She storms out the cage and shoves the bat into your chest.
>”Alright pencil dick, let's see you try it.”
>You take the bat from her hands.
“Ok.”
>You make your way into the cage and warm yourself up.
>Take a few practice swings.
>You then activate the machine.
>First pitch comes.
>You tip it but it still blows past you.
>Rainbow Dash is now laughing in the back.
>”Come on Mr. Baseball! Show me something!”
>Second pitch comes.
>Again, you barely hit the bottom of the ball.
>Popping it up in the air.
>Third pitch
>*CLANK*
>Solid contact.
>Ball is sent blazing off into the air.
>You don't hear any trash talk from Rainbow Dash behind you.
>Another pitch.
>*CLANK*
>Another hit.
>Again, not a peep from Rainbow Dash.
>Overall 4 solid hits and the rest you at least made contact.
>You emerge from the cage victorious.
>Dash is just leaning on the cage with her arms crossed.
>”This is stupid.” She pouts
>You lean next to Dash on the cage and start nudging her
“It was your first time! I've been at this for years.”
>You tell her in a playful tone
“Can you at least admit it's not easy to hit an actual baseball?  For me?”
>You plead to her as you are now full on leaning on her.
>Your head resting on her shoulder.
>She lifts herself off the cage and turns away from you.
>Then back to facing you.
>”Yeah, I guess you're pretty awesome at hitting a baseball.”
>Good enough.
>In a fit of excitement, you grab her and begin to twirl her in the air.
“Yes! That's good enough for me!”
>You let her down.
>Her face has a pink hue to it.
”Y-Yeah! You'd have to be awesome to get any of this!”
>She starts motioning her arms up and down her body as if presenting herself.
>She's trying to save face.
>In front of nobody she knows or really cares about.
>Except you.
>And you just let that roll off of you.
>It's a lot easier than it used to be.
>Because you ARE awesome.
>Also because now you know where that mouth of hers goes anytime she acts up.
>And that's on your dick.
>And that always puts a smile on your face.
>You wrap your arm around her shoulders and begin to lead her out of the batting cages.
“Lets go get something to eat.”
>You hope to have left a lasting impression on her over this.
>Only time will tell.