>Be Anon.
>It’s 11:46 AM, and you’re eating a microwaved slice of pizza on the bleachers of Canterlot High School’s soccer field. 
>Taking your first bite burns the roof of your mouth a bit, but you’re too hungry to care.
>That and Mario’s Pizza is damn good, even after a microwave sucks the soul out of it and bathes it in grease. 
>You didn’t really have what you would call friends at CHS. Merely acquaintances. 
>There were some students who would say ‘Hi’ in the hallways as you passed, and your lab partner Derpy would talk to you in Bio, but she wasn’t necessarily the best candidate for conversation. 
>You knew a lot of people's names. You could recognize faces. But no one seemed to take time to get to know you.
>You didn’t care. You never gave anyone that opportunity. 
>Which is why you sat alone.
>High school was merely one of many chapters in your life, and the sooner it was over, the sooner you could move onto bigger and better things.
>If any good came of this, you had great grades, and plenty of time to sit in your room and play video games.
SLAM!!!
>Your silent meditation and focus on your pizza was shattered by the sound of the school doors flying open, causing you to jump up a little. 
>“DRAMATIC ENTRY!!!” shouts a bright and bubbly girl with pink skin and in dire need of a hair straightener. 
>She poses like Superman standing atop a building, then proceeds to somersault across the grass to the center of the field, laughing the whole way through. 
>’Pinkie Pie’ you remember silently. 
>Her laugh is so loud and high-pitched it’s already getting on your nerves.
>When she finally stops, she’s standing on her head and you’re left wondering how she wasn’t KO’ed by her D-cup tits flying into her face.
>At least gravity is giving you a great view of her pink panties(with balloons decaled on them), and making sure she can’t see you staring. 
>There are literally no words or metaphors in the English language that can do this chick's hyperactivity justice. 
>If you had to try, you’d say ‘a living wind-up monkey fueled by speed, nyquil, and Red Bull.’
>Yeah, still not crazy enough.
>Another girl catches up to her in a slight jog, a cyan-skinned, boyish girl with six-colored hair that *has* to be fake. 
>”Aw yeah! Go Pinkie, go!”
>You recognize her immediately. ’Rainbow Dash’. Captain of the soccer team, basketball team, baseball team, track and field team, DHX team, roller derby team, and, last but not least, figure-skating team.
>The only thing bigger than the list of sports she plays is her ego. She’s clearly compensating for something.
>You know this because you’ve seen this behavior before. You’ve lived it. 
>Sure, you barely know her. But you think you’ve got the handle on her. 
>Everything about her screams insecurity, from her boisterousness to her capacity to be a sore loser. 
>These thoughts run through your head as she meets the pink puffball, who is now hopping and cheering loudly, in the field and stretches.
>“Oh yeah Dashie! Stretch those muscles! Show ‘em who’s boss!”
>Her one saving grace is her body. Sure, she’s flatter than a pancake, but she’s quite the looker.
>Slim, toned legs that look like they can crush a bowling ball, or your skull if you’re lucky. 
>Her spats hug her firm, round butt perfectly, you literally cannot imagine her wearing anything else.
>Her hips are as wide as her shoulders, but just wide enough to compliment her butt. 
>Everyone in school wants her for either a friend or a fuck.
>Between Rainbow’s tight spats and Pinkie’s ‘flashing’ acrobatics, you’re developing a bit of a stiffy. Half-chub at most.
>You take this as your cue to wipe the grease from your lip with a cheap napkin, and walk away. 
>You try to hide your rising flagpole as you stand, but in the time it takes you to look up from your plate, someone is already standing over you. 
>“Hiya! I’m Pinkie Pie! You’re Anonymous, right? We have US History together! I noticed you sitting here and I thought, I’ve never actually introduced myself to you, so this is like, the perfect opportunity! Where’d you get that pizza? Is it Mario’s? Mario’s is so good! Ya-hoo! Do you want dessert?”
>She reaches into her birds nest of hair and proceeds to (somehow) pull pastries out of it. 
>”I have chocolate cake, chocolate cupcakes, chocolate cupcakes with chocolate sprinkles, chocolate cupcakes with *rainbow* sprinkles, just chocolate sprinkles…”
>You stop paying attention at this point. 
>Jesus, what a motor mouth. Everything about this girl is so extra, you wonder how anyone can take her seriously.
>Luckily, she’s currently blinded by the leaning tower of chocolate and sugar, so you take this time to silently slip away. 
>You stare at her as you walk away, but the second you turn back around, there she is again. 
>”Wait! I wanted to talk to you! How come you’re sitting out here all by yourself?”
>Her bright blue eyes suddenly look sober. Just the slightest amount of pep has been drained from her step. And you’re not even gonna ask where all those desserts went.
“Well, what are *you* doing out here?” 
>Pinkie really doesn’t seem like the type of girl you want to open up to.
>”I came out here with Rainbow Dash to cheer her on! Just some extra practice before lunch ends.”
>She turns on a heel.
>”KICK ASS, RAINBOW DASH!!!”
>Just like that, she’s back to facing you, and Rainbow simply shoots a thumbs up and a smile as she juggles a soccer ball with her knees. 
“I’d rather spend my lunch alone, thank you. So if you’ll excuse me,” 
>She steps in front of you.
>”But that’s so booooring. Don’t you have friends?”
>You don’t want to answer, but it’s clear she’ll stop time or some shit to make sure you don’t leave until she’s satisfied. 
“N-no, I don’t. And I’m fi-”
>Pinkie gives the most over-dramatic gasp you’ve ever heard. The lungs on this girl…
>”NO FRIENDS?!?!?!
>Ugh. You knew she’d do something like this. 
>”THAT’S IT. YOU’RE HANGING OUT WITH ME AND MY FRIENDS TOMORROW NIGHT.”
>She pulls you in until your noses are mashed together, her grip on your arms is like a vice, and even though you’re a head taller than her, she feels like the most terrifying person you’ve ever met. She’s not asking, she’s demanding. She’s also not letting go.
“W-what?”
>”Yup!”
>Just like that, she snaps back to cute and innocent. As if what just happened didn’t happen. You were wrong to read her as naive. 
>”So, what do you do? Y’know, other than sulk and be a loner?” she says with a grin. 
“I’ve got plans this weekend.”
>”What plans? You mean go home, procrastinate on your homework and writing projects, play Minecraft until 3 AM, jerk off and watch anime for two days straight?” 
>What the fuck? Is she psychic? You weren’t gonna actually do those things, your life is way more interesting than that!
“What?”
>”Come on, pleeeeaassseee? You literally have *nothing* better to do! You still get Sunday to yourself! I really wanna help you make friends! It’s like, what I do! I promise we’re really cool!”
>She pouts at you, her blue eyes welling up with tears. 
>Damn it, you have to admit it. She’s too cute. You just can’t say no to her. Not to mention her little outburst scared you.
“Fine. I’ll ‘hang out’ with you and your friends.”
>”YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!”
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>”Guess what, Dashie? I just scored a plus-one for our sleepover!”
>Rainbow, who was so focused on her practice that she forgot you two were here, does a double-take, breaking her focus just enough that she misses her kick and falls on her ass. 
>”Ow! Wait, what?” she shouts, your reaction is similar.
“Yeah, what? A sleepover? Will there be other guys there?”
>”Nope! Just me, Twilight Sparkle, Sunset Shimmer, Applejack, Fluttershy, Rarity, aaaaand, Rainbow Dash!” she says without missing a beat.
>This has to be a prank. A joke. This is too good to be true. You recognize those names, these girls are super popular, and *way* out of your league. They couldn’t possibly enjoy hanging out with you, let alone spending the night with you. But Pinkie spoke so matter-of-factly, you could buy it. Not to mention, blood was already rushing to your ‘other’ head, so the idea of being the only guy amongst seven bombshells like these girls was tantalizing.
>Maybe this would be fun after all. But you’re not getting your hopes up. 


>Be anon.
>It’s Saturday, 7:07 PM. 
>You’re on the doorstep of a pretty big house, frozen in disbelief of your current situation.
>Pinkie properly introduced you to Rainbow Dash(who was just as dazed and confused as you) just before the bell rang for the end of lunch. After class, she met you in the hallway with a slip of pink construction paper. It had an address with a heart dotting the ‘i’. 
>”Be there at 7! And bring refreshments!” she winked with that last word, and walked out the door. You assumed she meant alcohol.
>You could end up having a lot of fun, it seemed. At least, the deep-seeded pervert inside you thought so. 
>When you told your mom about the sleepover that night, she didn’t even bother asking who was gonna be there.
>”Honestly, I’m just glad to see you getting out and making friends!” she said. “I trust you, baby. Just be smart, and be careful. I don’t want any grandkids yet.”
>You fake a laugh at the last part. ‘Yeah, like I’m gonna get *that* lucky.’
>You really didn’t like to admit it, but your father's absence is partially why you prefer to keep your distance. Relationships and trust are kind of a touchy subject.
>Push them back, they can’t hurt you that way.
>Yeah it’s stupid, and edgy, but it helped you cope. The solitude of it, drowning the pain with indulgence. It wasn’t the most healthy, you know that much. But you also know you’re not suicidal. That’s good enough for you.
>In your right hand, you hold a case of Heineken that you snuck out of your garage fridge just as you were leaving home. Your left is preparing to knock on the door. 
>You hesitate, still uncertain. This could all be a ruse. The seven most popular girls could have set a trap to embarrass you in this house, and you’re just waltzing in with free beer. Like a jackass.
>Then you think, what would they have to gain from it? No one knows you anyways. It’s not like you have a reputation to tarnish. You’re a ghost, a spectre floating in and out of classrooms, awaiting your freedom each day. 
>Unless they were just that sadistic, that they’d manipulate and prank someone for shits and giggles. As much as you couldn’t believe it, you had to admit that the latter was less likely. 
>Whatever. You made it this far. You can’t go back now. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen? 
>Just as you swing your fist to knock, the door gives way and flies open. Pinkie is on the other side with a smile so wide you’d think her face is made of Play-Doh. She's in a blue tank top, wearing no bra, and pink short shorts.
>”Anon! You showed up! You had us worried for a sec there!”
>Her wide eyes and smile simmer down to a sultry look as she leans on the doorframe, tilts her head alluringly, and purrs, “Didn’t your momma teach you to never keep a girl waiting?”
“Uh…”
>Holy shit. THAT was a 180 if you’ve ever seen one. You would have been somewhat aroused by her if it wasn’t completely out of nowhere. But if there’s one thing you know about Pinkie, it’s her ability to flip her switch on a whim. 
>She giggles at your wide stare, knowing she caught you off guard. She beckons you in with a curl of her index finger, and disappears behind the door. 
>You’re still frozen for a second before you step inside. The foyer is grey, decorated with equally bland furniture and framed photos of the family that lives here. The Pie Family. Every photo is also grey, with every single one with Pinkie in it being the exception. 
>You tear your eyes away from the wall when you hear a fridge door close. You expect to see Pinkie walk out from the kitchen, instead you meet Rainbow Dash, pouring whipped cream into her mouth from a can of pressurized air. 
>While her head is thrown back, you examine her pajamas. A white t-shirt with a design of a cloud with a red-yellow-blue lightning bolt striking through it, red sleeves, and cloud-pattern tights that do wonders for her amazing legs.
>She finishes and looks down before swallowing the load, a bit of cream still on her lip, dripping onto her cheek. She wipes it, which gets your mind out of the gutter, for now. 
>”Oh, it’s you.” she doesn't exactly sound disappointed, but she doesn’t sound thrilled either. 
“Heya.”
…
>Well, this is awkward.
“So, uh, can I have some?”
>Rainbow looks away from the walls and back at you, appreciating your attempts to not be a tool. She hands you the can. 
“The good stuff.” you say, gesturing to the can before shooting it back and guzzling down creamy sugar. You can’t remember the last time you did this.
>You cough some of it up, but swallow most of it. The mess you made on the floor makes Rainbow snort like a piglet. 
>”Ha! Geez, can’t take a load, can you, Anon?”
>Not your proudest moment, but you can feel the ice breaking. Progress. 
>”The girls are in Pinkie’s room. We’re playing Smash. And by ‘we’, I mean Applejack and I.”
“What version?” Mention of your favorite party/fighting game intrigues you.
>”Project M.”
>Your standards have been met. 
>”I brought my hacked Wii for tonight, so we could totally play Mario Party if you’re up for it. Rarity and Fluttershy never play video games anyways.” she says while making eye contact with you.
>You took her for egotistical, but being here right now, she seems a lot warmer and more inviting than even Pinkie Pie. She’s very down-to-Earth, ironically. 
“Yeah, that sounds great.” you reply, giving her a smile that she returns. 
>She steps ahead of you, standing at the door to a room you assume is Pinkie’s bedroom.
>”Come on in and meet the girls,” she says assuredly. 
>Not gonna lie, this place seems pretty chill. Hot girls, video games, beer, and the seemingly unlimited supply of junk food at Pinkie’s disposal(It’s a miracle she’s not diabetic). Tonight probably won’t be bad at all.
>Instead of opening the door like a normal person, Rainbow kicks it near the handle, sending the door flying open and slamming loudly into the perpendicular wall. 
>You’re pretty sure the whole block heard that. 
>”ALRIGHT BITCHES! IT’S TIME FOR US TO MOTHERFUCKIN’ **SMASH!!!**”
>Aaaand there’s the loudmouthed tomboy you love to hate.
>Looking around at the room full of startled faces, you realize everyone Pinkie mentioned showed up.
>Twilight Sparkle and Sunset Shimmer, the two of them lab partners who sit in the front of the class in Bio.
>Applejack sat in the corner of the class in Calculus.
>You have P.E. with Rarity, although you’ve never actually seen her do any strenuous activities. You’re wondering if she even has sweat glands.
>And Fluttershy would occasionally be outside during lunch, feeding small woodland creatures. You never talked to her, and she never payed you much attention either. So you liked her.
>Rainbow looks around the room with a huge smile, before remembering you exist. ”Oh yeah. This is Anon, everyone. Pinkie invited him at the last second.” 
“Hello ladies.” you say with a wave, sounding a lot more confident than you feel.
>Five pairs of eyes stare at you, then at Pinkie, then back at you.
>The girls are still in shock that a boy showed up to their sleepover without warning. Pinkie is just on her bed pretending like nothing’s happening.
>”Uh, Pinkie,” Twilight finally speaks up. “How come you didn’t tell us about your extra guest? Who just so happens to be a boy? And why didn’t you mention that he’d be spending the night with us?”
>Uh oh. Looks like your night is ruined.
>”Wait, she didn’t tell you?” Rainbow Dash is now sharing in the rooms bewilderment. 
>Pinkie speaks up. “C’mon girls, you act like I murdered someone! Anon seemed lonely, so I invited him over to make some friends! He’s just here to have a good time, ain’t you Anon?” She gives you a wink, and for a moment she’s back to her sultry, seductive face. 
>Either she’s into you, or she wants to get you framed for sexual assault. There’s no other explanation as to why she’d be scanning you with those narrow, dreamy eyes.
>You raise your free hand defensively.
“Yeah. I get this is kinda weird, but honestly. I mean no harm. I swear I’m not some pervert. If we could all relax I’m sure you’ll even forget I’m a guy.”
>That sounded less gay in your head. But you’re trying so hard to sound like anything but a creep that you don’t care.
>’Damn it Pinkie. Why are you like this?’
>Applejack looks at the beer in your other hand. “Hey, he brought booze, so he’s all good if ya ask me.”
>She stands up from the pink bean bag in front of the TV and gives you a big warm smile and a firm handshake. “Applejack. Glad to meet you proper.” She’s wearing blue footie pajamas with(who would’ve guessed) apple patterns on them, and the way it shows off her generous curves is both sexy and endearing. She could be your hot babysitter. Was that a weird thought?
“Same to you.” She lets go of your hand and you offer a bottle of Heineken. 
>She opens it on the edge of Pinkie’s bedside dresser. You do the same, and you find a slim blue hand reaching for a bottle next to you. 
>”I don’t care if you’re an Apache attack helicopter, I’m *so* gonna kick your ass in Smash.” Rainbow adds as she opens her beer. 
>Pinkie eagerly joins her. 
>This trio of girls seems ready to trust you, but the rest of the room still needs convincing. 
>”I don’t know, Pinkie,” Sunset interjects, “I’d be cool with it if-”
>”Argh! Jeez! Twist my arm, why don’t you?” Pinkie declares with little patience. She starts shoving you out with strength that you still can’t believe she can muster. “Anon, do us a favor and leave the room real quick. I’ll get everyone here on your side, don’t you worry!” She gives you a wink before slamming her bedroom door in your face. 
>What just happened?
>You’re left wondering as you stare blankly into the door. You hear the muffled sound of Pinkie quieting everyone down. She starts talking, but you can’t hear any specific words. 
>You don’t want to be rude or creepy by eavesdropping, but you know for a fact they’re talking about you. You have some right to know, don’t you?
>It takes you a minute or two before curiosity takes over and you place your ear against the door. The girls seem to be whispering, with one word rising in volume here or there. Pinkie’s voice becomes distinct for a moment, like she can’t contain her volume completely as she says it. 
>”It’ll be super fun for all of us! Trust me, he…” she drowns out with that last word.
>’He’ what? ‘You’ what? The suspense is killing you.
>Another voice rises just enough for you to hear. You guess it’s Twilight. “Are you sure? That doesn’t sound moral at all, even if…” 
>Damn it, you lost her too. You hold your breath to become as silent as possible, leaning into the door. 
>This focus makes you a complete dead weight as the door opens suddenly and you find yourself falling straight toward the floor in front of you. 
>Luckily, whoever opened the door was there to catch you. 
>With two large, soft, round hands. Their warmth envelops your face, and it feels like you’re floating on air for a second, then you actually open your eyes to see the freckled face of Applejack staring down at you, eyebrow raised and skin flushed with red. Like a delicious apple. 
>Turns out, she did open the door and catch you, but your face landed in between her bountiful breasts, wrapped snuggly in her footie Pj’s. And you were clearly having *way* too much fun with them.
>You straighten yourself out immediately, apologizing so much you’re not even forming words, just making sounds. The heat in your face tells you you probably look like a tomato right now. What’s strangest is what you hear from the rest of the room. Laughter.
>All the girls are laughing at you and AJ, both of you embarrassed. It’s not the most flattering situation, but they’re laughing. At you. They seem pretty comfortable. Whatever Pinkie told them must have eased the tension. 
“I-I’m so sorry.” You’re trying to cut through the laughter to AJ. She’s still staring daggers into you, but she’s more embarrassed than angry. 
>She finally tears her eyes away from you, and lowers her hat. ”It’s fine.” Her cheeks are still flushed. “We was gonna toast before you left, so back to brass tax. I need to relax, anyways.”
>AJ reaches for the Heineken she put down. Rainbow follows suit, along with Pinkie. 
>Twilight fixes her glasses in the most adorable way before calming down and saying, ”I-I’m not really one for drinking, but if it’s friends you want, we should all do our best to show you a good time. I’m Twilight Sparkle, nice to meet you.” She’s wearing old-fashioned yellow pajamas that are too baggy to show off her body, but they suit her anyways. She looks comfy, and that’s attractive in its own way. 
>Sunset takes a beer in her place. “Damn straight. If Pinkie trusts you, then you must be worth hanging out with. Sunset Shimmer, and I’ll take one, please.” Her voice is distinct and purposeful, you can almost feel it reverberate through your insides as she reassures you. It’s kind of sexy. What’s straight-up sexy is her purple pajamas that showed off the perfect pair of hips. Not too wide, not too slim. Just right.
>Rarity eyes you up and down, raising her eyebrows every now and then. She’s not checking you out, is she? If so, you’d feel less creepy about checking her out. She’s the hottest girl here, bar none. Her baby blue nightgown complimented her alabaster skin and deep-purple hair perfectly, and was clearly designed to show off her S-tier cleavage. “Well, I suppose ‘the more, the merrier’, as they say, no?” 
>Fluttershy looks at you, seemingly recognizing you from lunch periods spent outside. Her silence gives you a sense of kinship with her. She wears modest pajamas similar to Twilight’s, except they’re green and purple. You give her a warm smile. She turns away, but was that a blush behind that beautiful, long, pink hair? “Uh… I… We wouldn’t want you to be lonely for the rest of the school year, right?” She finally looks up at you with a small grin, still half hiding behind her hair.
>She’s absolutely adorable.
>Applejack raises her beer and tips her cowboy hat, finally getting over your incident. ”Here’s to Anon, and to all a good night!”
>A chorus of ‘yeah!’s echo through the house, followed by Pinkie’s ‘Wahoo!’ as she joins the toast at the last second. The collective ‘clink’s sound satisfying, and as you all sip the cheap alcohol, you feel it wash away the nerves. 
>You swallow a generous chug. It goes down easy, light beer is basically water, and you wipe your lip as everyone else does the same. 
“Alright Dashie. Time to lose.”
>She smirks and cracks her knuckles. “Oh, you’re going down.” 
>You assumed Rainbow Dash would be a pushover. You’d never say it out loud, but it was partially because she’s a girl. That doesn’t make you sexist, does it?
>That doesn’t matter. What matters is the fact that Rainbow has been kicking your ass six ways to Sunday with Captain Falcon for the past 15 minutes. 
>Sure, you weren’t playing your main, and you assumed she mained the Captain, but you were still only winning games by the skin of your teeth. 
>There’s no other way to put it; she’s good. Genuinely good. 
>AJ and Pinkie cheered her on game after game, lavishing her in praise, and all you could do is sit there and watch Wario be a better sport than you by clapping for her. 
>Of course, Rainbow being the person she is, she would always rub it in. “You sure you don’t wanna switch characters? I already got your playstyle down pat.” “Try recovering lower, or else you’re just a sitting duck for my ‘Knee of Justice’!”
>At least AJ and Pinkie would also encourage you. “C’mon, you got this tiger! Take ‘er down! The bigger they are, the harder they fall!” 
>You appreciate it, but friendship is not going to magically make you better. 
>The extra stakes you added to the game don’t help either. Loser has to take a drink. You were getting increasingly more shitfaced every round. While Rainbow stayed cool as a cucumber sandwich. ‘Cucumber sandwich? You really *are* drunk.’
>Between rounds, you look around the room at the rest of the girls. Fluttershy and Rarity are near the closet, both on their phones. Fluttershy would occasionally look over at you and the TV, then back at her phone. Rarity was probably scrolling through Instagram. 
>You look behind you on the bed. Twilight and Sunset are cuddled up together, both reading a magazine. Well, Sunset seems to be paying more attention to playing with Twilight’s hair. They look really cute together. 
>You decide to let the other girls in on some Smashing. But after you beat Rainbow Dash.
“Hey Dash. What do you say after this round, we do a little free-for-all? Fluttershy? AJ? You down?”
>Fluttershy hesitates, but she soon walks over and sits next to you. “I-I’ll give it a try.” 
>AJ scoots in next to her. “I’m down for it.” 
>As Fluttershy sits, you can see into her pajamas, where you find medium-sized breasts hugged by a light-green bra. Wow. They’re amazing. 
>”What? Sick and tired of getting your ass handed to you by a *girl*?” she playfully punches your arm. 
“Nah, I just want to let other people play too. Besides, you’re going down this round.” 
>”Ohhh! Am I now? Because last I checked, the scores are 15-to-6.”
“Watch me, bitch.” You didn’t mean for that last word to come out. Luckily, she doesn’t seem to be mad. Just more motivated to beat you. None of the other girls seemed to think much of it either. 
>”Then let’s see who your last character is. I hope you’ve saved the best for last.”
>You navigate the character select screen and pick Marth. ‘Yeah, she’s going down.’
>You glance over at Rainbow, and she looks just slightly impressed, knowing how good Marth is. If you space correctly, you can keep her at bay while securing early stocks.
>She chooses Final Destination. Melee version. The announcer counts down. “3! 2! 1! GO!” It is time.
>You both start off the battle with a taunt. ‘C’mon!’ shouts Captain Falcon, with an attitude much like that of Rainbow Dash. ‘Everyone, please watch me!’ Marth declares humbly.
>The Captain rushes toward Marth, leaping into the air and coming down with a patented Knee of Justice. Marth is patient, quiet, and the counter-attack comes at the moment of contact. He follows up immediately with a dashing slice, and a leaping forward slash. 
>Each swing of the sword is spaced perfectly, giving the Captain just the deadly tip of his rapier. Damage is racking up, and Marth has yet to even be touched. The Captain goes on the defensive, dodging and shielding the onslaught. He wavedashes away, and rushes back in. This time, he predicts the counter from Marth. He stops his pursuit and charges a smashing elbow attack. It lands just as the counter fades.
>Marth is now being juggled by a series of upward kicks. He tries to slash downward, but his aerial movement is no match for that of the Captain’s. But the Captain is getting too eager. He comes back down to prepare a jumping Knee of Justice yet again, which Marth counters before it’s too late. 
>The Captain shields, but Marth sees through him. He charges a shield-shattering stab, and it lands perfectly. The Captain is completely dazed, Marth taunts him with a flashy display of swordsmanship, knowing his victory is secure. He takes one step away, charges a downward, deadly slash, and-
>”TITTY SURPRISE!!!” Just as you were about to deal the killing blow to Rainbow Dash, Pinkie snuck up behind you atop the bed and dropped her huge tits onto your face and over your eyes. You can’t see a thing. But you feel Pinkie’s arms around your shoulders, holding you in place while her breasts smother you. 
>God, they’re so soft and warm. They’re still in her shirt, but you can feel their flesh mold to your face as they envelop you. She smells like a mixture of cotton candy and icing. You completely forget about the game you were just playing, dropping your controller and trying to move the huge milkers out of your face. 
>As you grip them, Pinkie’s laughter is cut in by cooes and moans, filling your ears with the lewd noises. Then you hear laughter again. This time from the rest of the room. And finally, you hear the announcer shout “GAME!”. 
>Pinkie finally let’s you go. You gasp, since you didn’t have a lot of air in there, and you see Rainbow Dash rolling on the floor, snorting with every other fit of laughter. You look at the screen, and Marth is clapping for Captain Falcon in the background of his victory screen. Pinkie distracted you just long enough to make sure you lost.
>”HA! Looks like this *bitch* can play a good game of Smash, huh?” She just had to tease you.
“Pinkie! I had that in the bag!” You shout, just a tad bit frustrated. 
>”Yeah, but then I gave you two extra ‘funbags’! You know you loved it.” She bites her lower lip as she grins at you. 
>Sunset raises her eyebrows at you playfully. “Looks like Anon’s a regular Casanova. Were Pinkie’s better than AJ’s?” She seals her comment with a wink. Fuck, she’s hot.
“Um, well, I-uh-I don’t-”
>”It was a joke, Anon. Everyone knows I have the best tits out of us.”
>”Yeah, right!” Pinkie protests, “Have you SEEN AJ’s tits? Look at THESE puppies!” She’s suddenly behind AJ somehow, and is groping her large chest lovingly. Poor AJ, her tits just couldn’t get enough attention tonight.
>Her face is so flushed she could fake a 107 degree fever, and Pinkie’s strong eye contact with her only made her more embarrassed. She’s resisting the temptation to moan. Pinkie really knows her friends well. Maybe a little too well. 
>”P-Pinkie! Get yer damn, unf, hands off me…” AJ protests, but she quiets down a bit before forcing Pinkie’s hands off her chest. 
>Was this all thanks to the alcohol? Or is this just how girl sleepovers get down?
>”Oh, darlings, I think you’ll love this photo I took of Anon and Pinkie while they were ‘busy’.” Rarity displays her phone, revealing a picture of you wearing Pinkie’s rack for a hat. She’s making the same face that she was making while groping AJ. Narrow eyes, lovingly gazing into those of her victim, and biting her lip sensually. You, of course, had your face covered, but your hands were all over her tits.
>You really didn’t want anyone seeing that picture, even if no one could tell it was you. 
“Uh, Rarity? You didn’t-”
>”Yes love, I already posted it. Don’t be such a baby, no one even knows you exist.” she adds with a look that says ‘You know I’m right.’
>’Ouch.’
>She’s right. But now you just want to get back at her for that comment. She;s not gonna say stuff like that and get away with it. 
“Delete it. Now.” You’ve never heard yourself sound more demanding.
>”Oh?” Rarity actually looks impressed. She raises an eyebrow at you, immediately challenging your bravado. “If you want it deleted so badly,” She slips her phone in between her large breasts, raises her hands above her head, and locks her wrists together. She stands firm in her decision. She’s all at once submissive and confident. “Then, why don’t you come and get it?” 
>’Oh shit.’ You didn’t see this coming. She has to be bluffing. She doesn’t actually want you to go digging in her cleavage, does she? Then you realize, it’s a power move. She knows you don’t have the balls to actually make a move on her. She knows she’s out of your league. She knows you’re too much of a pansy to take it from her.
>Looks like you’ll have to prove her wrong. 
>You crawl on all fours to her(since she’s sitting on the floor), and now she’s the one who can’t believe what she’s seeing. 
>You get close enough to touch her, and you reach out to dig your hands in her chest. She swallows slightly, she’s getting nervous. You feel like such a chad.
>Then a blue hand grabs your wrist forcefully. “Uh-uh. No hands, buddy. You don’t get anything worth having that easy.” Rainbow Dash grabs your other wrist and you feel her grip on your two wrists get tight. She locks them together, holds them with one hand, and uses the other to shove your head straight into Rarity’s cleavage. 
>Rarity lets out a gasp, followed by a moan as you motorboat her epic tits against your will. It’s hard to fight back in the position you’re in, but you honestly don’t want to. You’re in heaven right now.
>Rarity is your third pair of tits tonight, and they’re to die for. Burrowing deep into her to get the phone gets you closer to her heartbeat, which seems to vibrate your whole head. You have to reach out with your lips to try and grip the phone, wherever it is, so you’re getting mouthfuls of mammary glands every time. The flesh is like marshmallow fluff, and she carries a subtle scent of lavender. You wish you could really go at them with your hands, but Rainbow is keeping you restrained.
>Her tits are giving you a full-on sensory overload, but you can’t breathe in here. You finally find the phone after what feels like minutes buried in soft, warm flesh, then come up to breathe at Rainbow’s mercy. “Congrats, Anon. You’re not a total loser tonight.”
>You catch your breath, then as you regain your focus, you immediately lose it again at the sight of Rarity’s bare tits. She must have slipped her nightgown down while you were motorboating her. 
>”Well done, darling. You can have your way with that adorable photo now.” she says as she pulls her gown back up, hiding her beautifully pink nipples away before you can fully appreciate them. 
>’Aw man.’ Your raging hardon is getting antsy, you were longing for relief from the last time you got smothered by boobs. It’s starting to get sore. 
>You lament your pulsing dick for a second, before you feel someone tug on your shirt. You turn to see Fluttershy, trying to make eye contact but glancing down every now and then. So adorable. 
>”Um, I’m sorry, it looks like you’re having a lot of fun, but, I really wanted to Smash with you…” her voice gets quieter near the end.
“Y-you wanted to *what*?” Did she say what you think she just said?
>”Oh, I mean play Smash with you, and Applejack, and Rainbow Dash…” she moves some hair behind her ear. God, she’s gorgeous. 
“Oh. Yeah, of course.” What did you think she meant, dumbass?
>”Sure, let’s get this game in so I can beat you again.” Rainbow walks back to the bean bag that Aj is currently sitting in(she’s trying to pretend she wasn’t turned on by you getting Rarity’s phone)in front of the TV, and sits on her lap. She hands her a controller, and you sit back in your bean bag, still blue-balled. 
>You give Fluttershy a controller as well, then a basic rundown of the controls and how to play the game.
>Once the initial intimidation of trying something new wears off, you start up the game and change the rules. It’s a free-for-all, so you want to play casual and turn on items. While on the items screen, Fluttershy looks up from her controller and recognizes something that makes her ocean-teal eyes light up. It’s your first time seeing them this clearly tonight.
>”I-Is that a Pokeball?” she points at the screen with the biggest smile you’ve seen on her all night. 
”Yeah, there’s plenty of Pokemon in this game.”
>”I love Pokemon!” She pulls out her phone and opens up Pokemon GO. She shows you her collection of low CP mons. You notice her Pokemon Storage is maxed out to 3000. Holy shit. “I catch every single one I come across, I wanna make sure I give every little pocket monster a home. And they’re just so adorable! Listening to their calls makes my heart melt.” She shows you a Leafeon named ‘Angel’ and taps it, making it cry and do a pose. 
>This girl's smile is a perfect ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. She has to be a Celestial being sent from the Heavens by God himself to warm the hearts of loners like you. You kinda don’t even wanna fuck her anymore. You just want to protect her. 
>”I can’t wait to see what Pokemon are in this game.” She’s now completely invested in Smash. You really hope she has fun. 
>You finish changing the rules, and as soon as you’re at the character select screen, Rainbow picks the Captain. She really doesn’t play anyone else. AJ picks Ice Climbers(disgusting), Fluttershy picks Pichu, and you pick Dr. Mario. 
>Rainbow picks Rainbow Cruise, and with that, Pinkie declares, “The winner gets a cupcake!”
>This makes every girl's eyes widen. Even Twilight and Sunset, who were too busy snuggling together to care about Smash, look at Pinkie, then around at each other. Before you can even think to yourself ‘What was that about?’, the game begins.
>”3! 2! 1! Go!” You snap your focus to the screen. Fluttershy is just mashing buttons, jumping and doing aerials aimlessly. She panics whenever anyone else gets remotely close to her. Her mashing gets even more wild and she walks off stage multiple times. She gets so nervous that her face twists and she sticks her tongue out in focus. This lets you see her teeth for the first time, and good Lord she has braces. 
>’She just gets better and better…’
>AJ and Dash have fucked off to the sky as the cruise traverses the Mushroom Kingdom. They’re fighting, but not nearly as seriously as they would if they wanted to win. 
>Items start falling. Fluttershy makes a beeline for every Pokeball she sees, hoarding them in her little corner of the ship. She sends out Pokemon after Pokemon, saying their names when she recognizes them, and just going ‘ooh’ or ‘aah’ when she doesn’t.
>You spend your time breaking open crates and throwing items to disrupt the shenanigans of Dash and AJ, leaving Fluttershy to have her fun. You notice that Dash is dying a lot, more than would be expected even if it’s just a casual game. 
>Not only that, but she’s really calm about it. Unlike last game where she would get visibly angry every time she lost a stock. ‘What’s up with that?’
You taunt her playfully. “You’re off your game, Dash.” 
>She just shrugs. “Guess I am.”
>’Weird.’ The announcer calls “TIME!”, and everyone awaits the results screen with suspense. “The winner is… DR. MARIO!” You seem to be the only one not surprised. 
>”Wow! Congrats, Anon.” AJ tips her hat to you. “Good game.”
>”Yeah, good game. Better luck next time, Flutters!” Dash reaches over and pats Fluttershy on the back.
>”Oh, it’s okay. I wasn’t expecting to win anyway. I still had fun though.” She smiles up at you. A real smile. It damn near melts you.
>You open your mouth to say something to her, but in a flash of pink, she goes flying face-first into a pile of dirty clothes against the wall. Pinkie swooped in at the speed of sound and shoved her aside. You’re about to yell “What the fuck?” but Pinkie beats you to it.
>”YAAAAY!!! You won, Nonny! That means you get a cupcake!” she yanks a pink-frosted vanilla cupcake from her hair yet again and waves it in your face.
“Nonny?” you ignore the cupcake and look at her.
“Yeah! It’s a cute little nickname for you! Like Pinkie, Dashie, Twili, Flutters, AJ, Rara, and Sunny! You need one too since you’re our friend now!” 
>That last part actually makes your heart skip a beat. You start to blush, genuinely touched.
“Really..? You… mean that?” your voice quivers a bit. 
>”You sure are, silly!” She gives you her trademark wide smile that’s now starting to grow on you. You return it, still blushing. 
>The other girls reassure you as you look around at them. 
>”Heck yeah, dude!”
>”Absolutely!”
>”Y-yeah, of course!”
>”Darn tootin’!”
>”Of course, darling.”
>”Definitely.”
>Pinkie wraps her arms around you and pulls you in nice and tight. You hug her back, and for the first time in a long time you feel happy enough to cry. Her hug is so warm and comforting, you never want to let go. You feel the vibrations of her giggles as she really hams it up, shaking you in her embrace. You go with it, shaking her back. She’s crazy, you admit. But her heart’s so big, you could fall for this girl. 
>You reluctantly pull away to see the rest of your friends. You honestly don’t care that they’re all girls. They’ve all been accepting of you, some more than others, but it means the world to you nonetheless. 
“Thank you, all of you. Really, I’ve needed this for so long, I just didn’t know it.”
>They all come in for a group hug. Yes, this is cheesier than a quesadilla, but you feel so welcomed and comfortable that you don’t care. This is officially the best night of your life. 
>But could it get even better?
>Pinkie is still holding the cupcake. “Alright Nonny! Eat up!” 
>While you were opening up your heart, you forgot about the cupcake. Now would be a really good time to tell Pinkie you don’t like cupcakes, even if it would break her.
“Uh, Pinkie? The thing is, I don’t really like cupcakes.”
>Her pupils suddenly become the size of pinpricks. Dashie is doing the ‘cut it out’ motion with her hands behind Pinkie. Did you just mess up? 
>”Uhhhhhh, okay Anon. So, I’m just gonna pretend you never said that.” Her comically huge smile returns. “Eat up, Nonny! It’s bubblegum flavored frosting!”
>Ew. Now you *definitely* weren’t eating it. You hate artificial bubblegum flavor. It’s always sickeningly sweet.
“Yeah, sorry Pinkie, but I’m not eating tha-”
>”EAT IT! **NOW!!!**” Oh God she’s back in murder mode.
>She grabs your face and forces your mouth open before shoving the cupcake down your throat. She grips your jaw and makes you chew. Trying to resist her just results in you getting frosting all over your fingers.
>You reluctantly swallow the sweet, creamy pastry. “See? Was that so bad?” Pinkie says in a baby voice. She’s right. It wasn’t half bad. This girl knows how to make damn good cake.
“Wow Pinkie, that was surprisingly good. Thanks.”
>You look down at the mess on your hands, and you can feel the mess on your face. You’re about to go about licking it off, but Pinkie stops you.
>”Hey! Don’t be greedy! I want some too.” Pinkie takes your hand and holds it in front of her face. She looks at the frosting, then up at you. She starts slowly and sensually licking the cream off your fingers, taking her time as she moves her tongue up and down the length of your fingers, one-by-one. 
>When she clears a finger of the cream, she starts sucking on it, wrapping her tongue all around it as the walls of her mouth close around it. She doesn’t break eye contact with you even once. 
>She finishes off each finger with a kiss to the tip. The sensation is oddly arousing, her tongue makes you shudder as it massages your digits. She feels your reactions, which makes her wink at you. It’s less the licking of your fingers and more the sexy personality Pinkie’s putting on that gets you hard again. 
>When she’s finished all the cream from your hands, all that’s left in the cream on your face. She sits up on her knees and straddles you, holding your chin up to meet her face as she starts to lick the cream off your cheeks. 
>She moans in between swallowing mouthfuls of cream, and she starts to grind up against your erection. You’re starting to feel some much needed relief. You can’t help but place your hands on Pinkie’s tits, feeling them up, finding her erect nipples and pinching them, much to her delight. 
>She lets out a high pitched squeal at the initial touch, but she simmers down to a low, dragged out moan as you gently but firmly massage her breasts. You can feel her toes curl against your legs, and she throws her head back in pleasure. 
“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s been pent up,” you whisper into her ear. 
>She giggles at this, looking back down at you to lick the remains of cream from your lips. 
>There’s a pause between the two of you as her tongue glides over your lips. You meet eyes once again and in that moment, you see through each other. You feel it. A spark. Everything, from the sleepover to the chance meeting at lunch in the lonely fields of CHS. It’s all been leading up to this moment.
>Your first kiss.
>Finally, your lips are together at last. Electricity shoots through you, starting at your lips and traveling throughout your body. She kisses you softly, and you let her set the pace. Your lips feel like they’re melting into hers, becoming one with her. You wrap your arms around her body and pull her in closer.
>Pinkie feels this and starts to push into you, her kiss getting a bit rougher. You match her motions, pecking your lips together and opening them along with her. The flesh of her lips is so plump and soft, like a freshly baked Krispy Kreme original glazed donut. The sensation of her warm, wet lips mixing with yours is unforgettable. Whenever she stops, your lips immediately feel empty, cold, as if a piece of them had gone missing and they would never be whole without it. 
>She starts to slowly move her tongue into your mouth, gliding against your own as you begin to do the same. Her tongue adds a whole new level of play to the game. She’s masterful with it, moving around and overtaking your own tongue effortlessly. Not to mention the soft, warm muscle just feels right at home in your mouth. She’s definitely done this before. 
>She pulls away little by little, her tongue retreating from your mouth, her kisses getting smaller and shorter, until finally she sucks on your bottom lip and parts with a nibble, leaving you longing for more. 
>Pinkie is now looking down at you once again, your hands have moved down to fondle her plump, beautiful ass. It feels like a soft but firm mix of fat and muscle, perfectly balanced, and so unbelievably squishy. She wraps her legs around you, and looks over to her bed. “Twili? Sunny? You don’t mind getting out of my bed, do you?”
>You’ve snapped out of your Pinkie trance for now, and you look around to see you weren’t the only ones who got busy. 
>Twilight and Sunset were clearly rolling around in bed for a minute, their hair a collective mess and Twili’s glasses askew. Sunset still has her hand in Twilight’s panties. 
>Rainbow had AJ bent over on her knees, while she ate her out through the buttflap on her footie pajamas. Damn, AJ had a nice, round, supple ass. 
>Fluttershy was looking at you and rubbing her nipples underneath her pj’s. Rarity was giving her a hand in her nether regions, while also biting her earlobe and kissing her neck. Is Fluttershy into you? Or is she really into the fact that Pinkie is the one about to fuck you and not her?
>Twilight doesn’t answer, she’s embarrassed by being interrupted in the middle of the act. While Twilight stammers and fixes herself, Sunset speaks. “Sure Pinkie.” She takes Twilight by the hand. “Let’s go to the living room, baby.” Twili gazes up at her lovingly before kissing Sunny’s hand and whispering, “Okay.”
>They left the room slowly, their legs a bit shaky. But now the bed was free for the two of you to have fun. You lift Pinkie up into the air, burying your face in her tits while she giggles. You kiss her neck lovingly, licking and sucking her soft pink skin just the way she likes it. You’re searching for her sensitive spots, the places that make her moan the loudest and longest. 
>You set Pinkie down onto the bed, falling down with her since her thighs are still wrapped snugly around your waist. You suck on a spot that makes her squeal again, and that’s your cue to nibble. She moans again, “Oh, fuck, Nonny.” She sounds so loving, as if just saying your name gives her as much pleasure as the bite.
>Her fingers dig into your back, wanting more of you, longing for more closeness. You continue assaulting her neck with kisses, then escape her grasp for just a moment to slowly peel your shirt off. As you do, Pinkie eats you up with her eyes, “Oh, yes…” caressing your body with her shaky hands. 
>You hear a soft, high-pitched whimper as you throw your shirt aside. It’s Fluttershy. You can only imagine what she’s thinking right now.
>“I want you so bad.” She says as she finally looks up at you. She bites her lip again, which only makes you want to bite it instead. So you do. You meet her lips with yours and kiss her passionately, pressing more and more into her thanks to gravity. You hold yourself up on your elbows, and you can feel her huge chest beating against yours. Her tits are just so soft, her shirt must be made of tissue paper.
>Her heartbeat seems to sync with yours as they both increase in tempo. As your heart rates rise, so does the passion in your kiss. You’re both getting more rough, and a soft bite of her lip makes her moan. 
>You start to grind against her womanhood, holding her by the shoulders to have even more control in your thrusts. It feels damn good for you, but Pinkie could be feeling better. Swiftly, she rolls over and now you’re the one on your back. 
>”Let me show you how it’s done, Nonny.” She narrows her eyes and tilts her head again. You can’t get enough of her. She starts by kissing you again, but then moves her lips down to your neck, which makes you tremble, to your chest, down your stomach, until she reaches your pelvis. 
>At this point, she’s looking up at you while she undoes your pants. She gets up and off the bed to fully remove your jeans and throws them to Fluttershy while giving her a wink. 
>Flutters is now panting loudly, her chest rising as she stares at your rock-hard cock pitching a tent in your undies. Rarity whispers something in her ear, which makes her throw her head back and moan. 
>Pinkie mounts you like a cowgirl. She starts grinding against you, which feels much better than when you were on top. She starts to moan too, so you’re guessing she knows exactly where and how to move to make it good for both of you. 
>But wait a second. As Pinkie grinds on you and stares into your eyes lovingly, there’s another sensation growing in you. You know it, you’ve felt it before. In fact, now that you think about it, it’s not coming from inside you. 
>For whatever reason, your eyelids are getting heavy. 
>This can’t be happening, not tonight, not now! You’re about to get laid! By Pinkie Pie! Come on, timing this bad only happens in movies and shitty fan fiction! 
>How could you even be tired? You haven’t cum yet, it’s not that late, you only drank 3 bottles of Heineken, and you haven’t done anything tiring all day! You have to fight it, you’re going to.
>You try with all your might to keep your eyes open, focusing on Pinkie and the action you’re getting right now. But it’s no use. You’re so tired, your eyelids feel like they’re made of lead. 
>Pinkie starts to slow down as she notices your droopiness. She gradually gets slower and slower, until she’s completely motionless on top of you. She’s still staring down at you expectantly. As if you’ll snap back to life and say “Ha! Gotcha!”. As your eyelids flutter, she calls out to you. “Anon?”
>Something else that’s weird, you can’t tell if it’s because you’re falling asleep, or if it actually happened, but you swear that after she said that, everything else in the room went quiet. You can still make out Pinkie right above you, but she’s fading away fast.
>You decide not to fight it. You’ve never been more tired now than ever in your life. You let your head fall to the side, and you try to keep your eyes open as long as possible, but they gradually close. 
>”Yes! Finally!” you hear Pinkie yell as she leaps off the bed and to the side. The last thing you can register is her taking her shirt off, while Rainbow Dash and Applejack stand up and approach the bed.
>Then you’re in a deep sleep...

>When you wake up, the first thing you notice is the taste. It’s strange, a mixture of sweat and, wait, is that, cum?
>Ugh. Gross. It makes you want to gag, but whatever is in your mouth is balled up to keep you from doing anything of the sort. You swallow your bile. 
>You haven’t even opened your eyes yet, and you already feel like you had the worst night of sleep in your life. Every noise you make is muffled. You try to sit up, but your hands are restrained. You feel like you’re still in bed, Pinkie’s bed. 
>You make more muffled sounds as you panic. ‘What happened? Good God, what the fuck just happened?’
>You try to remember last night. Memories start to bleed through the veil. Lunch on the soccer field, telling your mom about the sleepover, the beer, the Smash, Pinkie wanting to fuck you all night…
>Pinkie.
>Pinkie Pie. 
>She invited you here, seemingly on a whim. She’s been trying to get in your pants all night, she put her tits in your face, made out with you so passionately, gave you that cupcake…
>The cupcake.
>That damn cupcake.
>Was it a lie? Was it all a lie? A ruse to get you to lower your defenses?
>But, she said you were friends.
>She told you how much fun she had with you, and the other girls, AJ, Dashie, Rarity, Fluttershy, Twilight, Sunset, they all agreed.
>You opened up to these people. Were they in on this too? And what the Hell is ‘this’? What is going on?
>You’re almost about to cry when a soreness resonates through you. You’re completely conscious now, fully awake and able to feel something tugging on your limp, sore dick.
>You finally open your eyes to find yourself in Pinkie’s room with the lights off. You look down, and you recognize something familiar. Something that makes your eyes widen.
>The tugging on your dick was none other than Twilight and Sunset giving you a double-team blowjob. Twilight was running her tongue against the side of your shaft, caressing you with her lips, while Sunset had your head in her mouth, sucking the life right out of your member. 
>You feel like your balls are completely empty, and you simply can’t overstate how sore you are. How long were you out? And how many times had the girls used you like this?
>You try sitting up again, to get Twilight or Sunset's attention, but someone steps onto the bed and pushes you down with a small, blue foot on your chest. Your eyes travel up the slim, toned, sexy leg, where you find a naked Rainbow Dash.
>Something is dripping from her cute, fleshy pussy. Her tits are barely there, but the small mounds of flesh are tipped with erect nipples that almost look like blueberries on her cyan skin. She leans on you, pressing her foot onto your chest, making it just a bit harder to breathe. “Don’t even think about it,” she says firmly. “Their turn isn’t over yet.” 
>She looks behind her at the couple experimenting with a guy for the first time. They seem to really be into it. But you’re not getting any harder. Twilight looks up at Rainbow in disappointment. “Dashie, it’s not working anymore. I only got to taste some, but I want to feel it on my face.” Sunset agrees. “Yeah, this is more fun than I ever thought it’d be…” She’s still trying to get you up as much as she can with her plump, soft lips. 
>You try to look down at them, but Rainbow tilts your head back up to her with her toes against your chin. She curls them against your face, then steps on you, her small foot mashing into your nose and invading your nostrils with the smell of sweat and, something else, cum.
>”Oh yeah. Since you’re awake,” she lifts her foot off of you and lowers herself to your face. She kisses you softly on the cheek, bites your earlobe, and whispers, “You were a great fuck.” 
>Holy shit. 
>There’s only one thing that that could mean.
>Rainbow Dash raped you. 
>She stole your virginity.
>And the worst part? You weren’t even conscious to enjoy it. 
>She stands over you yet again, this time facing away from you. This gives you an amazing view of her tight, small ass. It’s so well-defined, no fat at all but still rounded with the telltale shape of booty. Two blue hills that are clearly separate from her toned thighs. You wish she’d sit on you, but stepping on you feels strangely erotic. 
>Rainbow runs her toes up and down your shaft, curling them as she teases you. She moves on and presses down on your cock with the entirety of her foot, gliding against you and applying pressure that makes your cock feel helpless underneath her. Her feet are well-lubricated, and the texture of the skin on the bottom of her feet feels foreign against your shaft.
>It’s strange, different, but oh so good. You’re starting to get hard again, much to the dismay of your sore member. It feels like you’ve been stroked out seven times in a row, you need to catch a break. But Dashie's feet feel so good, you’re about to…
>She stops just as you’re about to cum all over her feet, robbing you of your satisfaction. Instead, she presses down on your shaft once again, and turns around at you. “You’ll cum when I say you can cum.” The authority in her voice is so hot, but even her stepping on you is enough to push you over the edge in an unsatisfying way. Clear, watery cum leaks out of your tip like a broken faucet, signaling your ruined orgasm. 
>”Dashie! You wasted it! Now we have to get him up again!” Twilight whines. 
>”That’s an easy fix!” You hear Pinkie’s voice but don’t see her. “You just gotta press the ‘cum button’!” The girl who drugged you then sucks on her finger and, without warning or preparation, rams it up your ass and against your prostate.
>The initial shock makes you yelp, a cry muffled by the gag in your mouth. But you can’t deny the sensation rocketing up from your pelvis into your brain. You let loose 4 ropes of cum as you slowly get harder. Pinkie keeps massaging you, and your yelp simmers down to a moan. 
>Fuck, that feels good. Does this mean you’re gay or something? Your pain seems to be much to the pleasure of the girls between your legs. Sunset and Twilight both moan and laugh as you can only assume your cum shot all over their faces. You feel three tongues and mouths against your cock now, not being gentle in the slightest as they coax every last drop out of you. 
>The pleasure is in a balancing act with the pain of your sore flesh being rubbed out yet again. 
>”Oh, this is so good, I can’t believe I’d actually love it this much.” Twilight is enjoying your cock the most, but she’s not even acknowledging the person it’s attached to. 
>You get to look down now, seeing the couple really go at it. Sunset is taking Twilight’s face in her hands and swapping the cum from her own mouth into hers. Twilight moans into her mouth, and swallows every drop she shared. 
>Twilight opens her eyes and stares into Sunset’s. “I want more,” already stroking your cock again. 
>”Well that’s a damn shame, ‘cuz yer turn’s over!” You look to your left to see Applejack unbuttoning her footie pajamas. “Y’all had me waitin’ too long, got me pent up an’ antsy.”
>She looks at you seductively as she pulls her pajamas down, revealing her big, round, freckled breasts. Her nipples are darker than the rest of her skin, and look like they’d fit perfectly in your mouth. She shakes them a bit, making them jiggle and bounce. You’re not in any shape to fuck, but you want to so bad. “Look at you, makin’ me sound like such a needy girl...” She kisses your forehead, the first girl to acknowledge you, and she did so in the most sensual way. 
>”Alright, off him ya floosies! Guess I gotta show y’all how to treat a man.” Pinkie pipes up, not looking away from your cock. “What man?” That stung. AJ simply rolls her eyes and peels her pajamas off completely. Wow. Her hips are wide, plump, sexy, complimenting the thiccness of her thighs.
>Her body is perfect for breeding, everything about her screams fertile and ready to fuck. It’s that motherly quality that you barely registered earlier in the night. As she sits on you in her nakedness, you feel like she’s really gonna take care of you. She grinds against your dick lovingly, even though your soreness makes it more painful than pleasurable. 
>She seems to know this, and is deliberately taking it slow. She holds herself up with her hands, moving her face closer to yours. She looks into your eyes, hers an impeccable shade of emerald, and silently tells you to calm down. She takes hold of the gag in your mouth, and says, “If ah do this for ya, you better promise to behave. An’ if you’re *really* good, Momma’ll give you a treat.” You hesitate, finding it hard to trust her. But the look on her face is loving, not just lustful. So you nod. She grins.
>AJ grips tighter on the gag and pulls it out gently. Turns out, it was a pink pair of panties, balled up to keep you quiet. You could only guess who they belonged to. She throws them aside and attacks you with a kiss. It’s passionate, rough, her tongue invades your mouth and fills the emptiness left behind by the other girls using you. 
>She holds your face in her hands gently, while moving her hips faster. You’re given plenty of time to get used to it, the pain of soreness subsiding into pleasure. For the first time in a while, it feels like your erection comes naturally, not forcefully. 
> She smells like beer and sweat, but she’s also strangely sweet. You don’t even know how it’s possible, but she smells like apple and cinnamon. It’s strange at first, but you start to love it. She pulls her lips away, leaving a string of saliva connecting your lips and returning you to feeling incomplete. 
>She looks down and angles your tip at her entrance. Her pussy is already leaking onto you, you can feel it pulsing against your head. She’s desperate for you, but she continues to tease you by rubbing your head against her. She starts to drool on you as she moans. 
>”Hope you’re ready, cowboy, cuz I’m about to take you for a ride.”
>Applejack lowers herself onto your dick, and the feeling of spreading her love cave makes you both moan in unison. ‘Fuck, she’s tight.’ You throw your head back, and she does the same. As she lowers herself, more, you buck your hips up to thrust into her. You’re both completely in sync, and you’re only halfway into her. 
>Your mind starts to cloud with pleasure, but you still curse your restraints for keeping you from grabbing AJ by the hips and really dicking her down. Still, her inner walls make your wet, sore dick melt like wax. 
>You still haven’t fit all your length in her and you can feel her cervix kiss your head. ‘Oh, fuck yes!’ she cries out. She stops here for just a moment, needing to adjust to you, but she soon lowers herself completely and all of your length is filling her up and then some. She’s stretched out to accommodate, and starts to move.
>Her hips move up and down rhythmically, and her soaked thighs make an attractive slapping sound against your pelvis. She’s tightening around you, squeezing your dick until it pops, but it’s not nearly as bad as what Rainbow did with her feet. You didn’t even think AJ could get any tighter, but you stand corrected. And starstruck at how good this feels.
>The rubbing on your cock is tight, but there’s plenty of lube to let it go easy, so you’re in less pain than you’d expect. AJ is starting to get lost in the motions, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, her cries becoming less words and more gut reactions and releases of pent up sound. “Oh, oh f-fuuuuccck…” 
>She wraps her arms around you and pulls you in tight. Her riding your dick is starting to mix into her grinding against you, and you can feel the pearl of her aroused clit rubbing against your pelvis. She’s getting there, and so are you. The feeling of synchronization never left, it just got stronger now. Your hearts are beating as one, you can feel it. 
>”Anon, I-I’m gonna, unf, fuck, ah!” You moan just as loudly and wildly as her as you both cum together, her pussy clamping down on you like a vice and soaking you further in her love juices. Your dick only retaliates with pulsing growth and several ropes of hot seed pumping into her deepest, warmest, wettest places. 
>She stays on top of you while you continue to let loose inside her. This is the most you’ve ever come before. And it’s definitely the most satisfying orgasm you’ve had all night. You’re still inside her, not cumming anymore, just savoring her warmth, feeling her twitch against your shrinking cock, feeling her voluptuous chest rise and fall on top of you. The afterglow is almost as amazing as the sex. Or maybe that’s just how great Applejack is. Everything is like everything with her. 
>She finally lets out a deep breath, looking up at you adoringly. Her emerald eyes seem to shine in the darkness of the room, illuminating your heart after a night of being pent up and used. She reads your mind as she lurches forward for a kiss. Deliberate, sensual, your little piece of Heaven. She pulls away and looks behind her, reluctantly raising her huge butt up and releasing your limp cock with a satisfying ‘pop’. She was still squeezing you on your way out. She really didn’t want to let you go.
>That may not have been your first time having sex, but it was for sure your first time making love.
>Immediately you feel your seed overflowing out of her pussy, and who else would start lapping it up like dogs but Twilight, Sunset, and Pinkie. 
>They clean it off your dick, and even dig into AJ’s pussy for it. She coos in your ear for a moment, loving the gentle caressing after her orgasm, but she soon snaps out of it and turns around. 
>”Dammit y’all, that’s mine! Get yer own!” she shoos the harlots away with her feet. 
>She turns herself around on top of you, waving her big, beautiful booty in your face in the process. She’s still dripping, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting to bury your face in it while she licks what she can off of your dick. 
>You wish you could move your head up more, but not only are you still restrained, but you’re starting to feel tired again. It’s not drug-induced drowsiness this time. You’re genuinely worn out and need to rest. Your eyelids are getting heavy again, but you welcome it this time. 
>But as you’re slipping away into sleep, someone taps AJ on the shoulder. She looks up and to the side to see Fluttershy, standing there naked and dripping love juice like a faucet. You look her up and down, and you’re starting to regret how tired you are. 
>Her long pink hair is tied up in a ponytail, revealing her cute face, her brilliant eyes locked onto your dick, her small button nose. ‘Oh fuck,’ she’s biting her bottom lip, you can see her braces. 
>Her boobs are pale, shaped like teardrops, and with small pink nipples. They’re big enough to fill your hand, overflowing out of them just a bit, but honestly the size is perfect for her body. Her waist is slim but her hips get a bit wider. She’s a perfect little hourglass. 
>Her thighs are cascaded in her own wetness, and they’re nice and slim like the rest of her body. Her adorable toes are polished pink to match her hair. She finally speaks up, “Um, AJ, I-I know you really like Anon, but he came just now, so, uh, that means, it’s, um, my turn…”
>She shuffles her small feet a bit and tries to hide her face. “I-Sorry if you wanted to keep going…” 
>“Ah, don’t fret, Flutters. He’s all yours.”
>AJ gets off of you and plants a kiss on your cheek as your eyes get droopier. Fluttershy finally looks at you and says, “I know you’re probably tired…”
“F-Flutterssss…”
>“...but I was hoping that you could…”
*SNORE*
>”...pin me down, and…”
*SNORE*
>”...fuck me senseless…”
*SNORE*
>”...b-but it’s okay if you don’t want to…”
*SNORE*
>”...oh...okay... I’m sorry for bothering you… Goodnight…”
>Fluttershy holds back tears as she curls up into a ball on the floor. She was really looking forward to fucking you…

>Be Fluttershy.
>You’re on the floor of Pinkie’s room, naked, crying, wishing you weren’t here right now. 
>If you knew she was going to invite Anon, you wouldn’t have come. It’s not that you didn’t like him, the opposite was true, but having to spend all night with him and your friends that are way hotter than you wasn’t what you had in mind for the first time going out with each other. 
>But even that would have been more bearable than tonight. You feel like you don’t even know these girls anymore, watching them all manipulate and use him is hurting you deep down. Honestly, you didn’t want any part of this ordeal, but the idea of having sex with Anon was too tempting. 
>You were gonna untie him and let him have his way with you once your turn came around, but now he’s unconscious again, and you really don’t want to rape the boy you’ve secretly admired from afar for the past 3 years at CHS. Not to mention, the girls wouldn’t like that at all. All he is to them is a cock and balls to torture. 
>Sure, you didn’t know him at all, but he was cute. Crushes don’t have to make sense anyways. You just liked the fact that he was quiet and never gave you weird looks while you were outside with Angel. He kept to himself, and while you respected his solitude, you had to admit that you’ve fantasized about reaching out to him, saving him from the loneliness that you know all too well. 
>It sounds cheesy, but you really felt a silent bond with him, the occasional moments of eye contact before you both looked away made you blush, and while he never really spent time with anyone, you could tell deep down he’s a sweetheart, life just didn’t deal him the best hand in relationships. 
>You’ve never felt this way about anyone else. 
>Fuck, you want him so bad…
>But you’re not the only one tonight.
>Twilight literally walks over you to get to Anon’s sleeping body and starts tugging on his dick. “C’mon, I need it inside me, I can’t take this anymore!” Her eyes are laser-focused on the organ, and she’s literally drooling all over it. 
>Her efforts are fruitless, Anon is completely drained, but she keeps on tugging and licking and sucking, desperate to be spread by a real cock for the first time. If Twilight could think clearly right now, she would be fascinated in her own bisexuality. The idea never came across to her before, she’d never shown interest in any guy, but tonight all it took was a little beer and convincing from Pinkie Pie to try a dick for once, and she was already hooked. 
>Could it be a deep, primal desire to breed that overcomes her desire to be with someone she truly loves, Sunset? Or was she just more straight than she was gay? Or maybe she just likes cock. Whatever the explanation, that was tomorrow Twilight’s problem. Right now, the only dick in the vicinity was out of order, and she was in need of servicing. 
>”Sorry sugarcube, but Anon’s all tuckered out. He needs the rest of the night to recharge his ‘batteries’, so to speak.” Applejack ran her hand through Anon’s messy hair lovingly, then proceeded to tuck herself into bed with him. “I’m sure he’ll be up and at ‘em in the mornin’, *yawn*” She wastes no time cuddling up close to him and trying to sleep.
>That wasn’t good enough for Twilight. She’s growing impatient in her horniness. “But I need it **now!**” Fingering herself had lost its luster by the time she took a whole dick in her mouth. “Besides, he’ll probably leave in the morning! His parents will want to pick him up and-” 
>”Not if I have anything to say about it!” Twilight snapped around to see Pinkie Pie holding up a phone. Anon’s phone. Why she’s waving it around is beyond her. She’s still too busy thinking about dick.
>”What are you gonna do with that? Fuck yourself with it?” Twilight couldn’t believe the words coming out of her own mouth. Pinkie didn’t bat an eye though. “No, silly! That’s what his **dick** is for! I’m gonna call his mom in the morning and tell her he’ll be staying an extra day. A whole nother day of fun for all of us!” Pinkie reached out with strangely elastic arms and pulled all the girls together in a group hug. One pulled away. Sunset Shimmer.
>”Yeah, **almost** all of us.” Her tone is cold and serious. She folds her arms and pouts, facing away from all her friends.
>”What’s wrong Sunny? You don’t like Anon?” Pinkie is also seemingly getting a bit serious.
>”To be honest, Pinkie, no. I barely know him, and I get that we’re just using him for his dick, but that doesn’t change the fact that every time I look up at him, I feel wrong. And Twilight’s *obsession* with him isn’t helping in the slightest.” Twilight snaps out of her trance a bit. 
>”W-What? I’m not *obsessed* with him!” 
>“Then what do you call that look on your face? How much you *need* his dick? It’s like I’m not enough for you anymore!” 
>“Sunny, please! I don’t love Anon! We just met him tonight! I-I just wanna experiment, is all! C’mon! We’re young! It’s not like he has an *actual* problem with us fucking him, and you gotta admit it’s fun!” 
>“How can you say that so lightly? You guys are literally *raping* someone right now! I could forgive you if you just wanted to fuck around, but this is cruel! It’s criminal! And I’m not enabling you guys any longer!”
>Twilight is now fully snapped out of it. The wheels are starting to turn in her head, realizing just what she’s doing, and asking herself how the Hell Pinkie even convinced her to go along with this in the first place. Domination and uninhibited sexual control was so tempting…
>”...Sunny...You’re right.” Twilight put a hand on her lover's shoulder. She looked around at all her friends, the rest of the girls who seem to be sobered by the whole conversation. Except AJ and Pinkie. AJ because she asked Anon for consent before sex, and Pinkie because she just doesn’t care. She just wanted to keep having fun.
>”But, we can still do this, the right way. And I’ll compromise with you. Use your powers to give Pinkie the passcode to Anon’s phone, and I promise I won’t mess around with him any more.” Sunset turned to Twilight, about to protest, “Don’t worry, from now on, we’re only going to do stuff that Anon is okay with. And if he doesn’t want to do anything, that’s fine too. It would be nice to get to know him, genuinely.”
>The girls are reluctant to accept such a drastic change in plans. Specifically, Dash, Pinkie, and Rarity. They honestly didn’t really care about Anon. But hey, if it came to it, they could try.
>“That sounds fair to me,” says Dash. 
>”As long as we can still have fun!” agreed Pinkie.
>”Well, I didn’t plan on doing too much anyways. You all know I prefer girls when it comes to the bedroom.” Rarity concludes. 
>Sunset looks around at the girls, reluctant for just a moment, but then accepts the deal. “Alright. That sounds way better than what we just did. I’m not fully ready to forgive myself, or even some of you for this, but this is a step in the right direction.” 
>She took the phone from Pinkie, touched Anon’s arm, and in a flash, knew his passcode. His mother would be getting a text and call from Pinkie in the morning.
>Oh yeah, that’s right. You’re still Fluttershy.
>You look up at this news, and you start to hope this means you can spend quality, guilt-free time with Anon. You look up at him, asleep on Pinkie’s bed, AJ cuddled up to his chest. You can’t help but smile. 
>You stand up to untie his arms, which have been imprinted on the wrists with deep rope marks. These girls need to learn to be gentle. Hopefully, they’ll start to do so after tonight. 
>Rainbow Dash let out a big yawn and stretched, ”Well, I don’t know about you girls, but I’m about ready to turn in for the night. See ya in the morning, which, honestly, probably won’t be that bad. Anon’s alright.” Dash even surprised herself with how optimistic that sounded. 
>”Well, I do need my beauty sleep,” Rarity said as she began curling into her sleeping bag.
>”Okie Dokie Lokie! Bedtime!” and just like that, Pinkie was out cold.
>Twilight and Sunset looked at each other, still thinking about what happened tonight, and what could happen tomorrow. “Sunny, I’m sorry if you felt neglected or unloved at all, I really didn’t mean to give more attention to Anon than you.” 
>”I know, Twilight. It’s gonna take a little more than that for me to really get over this, it’s hard enough to forgive *myself* for going along with this in the first place, but I’ll get there. And spending the rest of the night together, just me and you, is a good place to start.”
>Sunset smiled at her girlfriend before fixing her glasses and kissing her cute little nose. Twilight giggled in response, returning a kiss on Sunny’s lips. Redeeming herself from this was going to be hard. But thankfully, there wasn’t going to be any more lies.
>The couple went back to the living room, this time carrying pillows and blankets, ready to go to sleep. With that, You’re the last conscious person left in Pinkie’s room. 
>You’re still standing over Anon and AJ, wanting so badly to be her. But Pinkie’s bed was a queen size. It could fit a third person, especially one as small as yourself. So you lift up the covers, crawl into bed, and cuddle up next to the only boy who doesn’t think you’re a weirdo.
>Sure, you’re sharing him, but just for tonight(hopefully), and even then, it’s not so bad. This night went nothing like you imagined it would, and you really hope Anon isn’t scarred for life, or wracked with hatred for you and your friends, but no matter what, tomorrow was your chance to make things right, as much as you could.
>For now, you want to enjoy the bliss that is nuzzling up to Anon’s chest, feeling your naked body against his, wrapping an arm around him, and kissing his cheek. “Sweet dreams.” you whisper, as the arms of sleep wrap round you in the most comforting embrace. 

>Be Anon.
>You’re waking up slowly, calmly.
>That was a pretty good night's sleep.
>You feel refreshed, this the first time in a while that you’ve gotten 8 hours. 
>The brightness of the sun is illuminating the room warmly. 
>The room.
>Wait a second.
>This isn’t your room.
>What happened last night?
>You look down, and the sight you see starts to jog your memory. 
>Two girls, both naked, cuddling up against you, still asleep.
>And damn, these girls are way out of your league. 
>Applejack and Fluttershy. 
>Two of the seven girls you were spending the night with.
>But Pinkie Pie drugged you, and Rainbow Dash, Sunset Shimmer, and Twilight Sparkle all raped you in your sleep. 
>AJ showed you a good time when you woke up, and you remember falling asleep with her next to you. 
>But you don’t remember anything about Fluttershy, other than seeing her naked before passing out. 
>She didn’t rape you too, did she? 
>She wouldn’t, right?
>You really hate to admit, but you kinda liked everything you were conscious for. 
>Being taken advantage of wasn’t fun, but damn, it’s not like you were gonna score a night with any of these girls otherwise. 
>Did they have to do it when you were knocked out? They could at least let you enjoy being used.
>’What the fuck am I thinking?’
>As you’re thinking this, you put your hand on your head. 
>Wait.
>You were tied up last night.
>Someone must have untied you, because your other hand was planted firmly on AJ’s ass.
>You moving around as you piece together the events of last night is starting to make her stir.
>”Mmhhmm… *yawn*”
>AJ rubs her eyes and moves some frizzes of hay blonde hair out of her face.
>”Oh, mornin’ pardner.”
>She reaches up to you just a bit to kiss your cheek. 
>There’s no way she’s into you, right? She’s just being sweet because you two fucked last night. 
“Good, uh, morning AJ.” 
>You didn’t mean to sound so shaky. 
>But it’s hard to sound cool with two naked chicks under your arms. Aside from the drugging and the rape, you can’t believe your luck.
>Her arms and legs are still wrapped around you, and she gives your whole body a squeeze as she nuzzles your chest. 
>Then she looks up at you, seeming a little bit somber. You can tell the gears are turning in her head, she wants to say something but is thinking of how to go about it. 
>”So, Anon. About last night…”
>This was going to be a difficult conversation. But you don’t want to have it just yet.
“Not now AJ. I want everyone to be present when we talk about this.”
>AJ stirs for a bit, then speaks. “Alright Anon. If you say so.”
“That means we should probably get dressed.”
>AJ gets up off of you, and you get the pleasure of seeing a sleeping Fluttershy under your arm. 
>Wow. She looks so peaceful. You really want to enjoy this, because depending on how the next couple of minutes goes, you may never see her like this again. 
>You never knew that people could smile in their sleep. But apparently, they can. 
>’Damn it, don’t wake her up.’
>You shake her gently, and she slowly opens her eyes to look up at you. Her smile doesn’t falter one bit.
>”Oh, good morning Anon.” 
>You want to smile back, but you can’t. She notices this and her smile begins to melt away.
>Seeing that happen is so fucking painful. 
“I’m gonna talk to everyone about last night.” you say, looking away from her. “You should get dressed.”
>”O-okay…” The tone of her voice makes you think she knew this was gonna happen.
>With that, you start to get up. You find your pants on the floor, but your shirt is nowhere to be seen.
>Watching AJ and Flutters put their clothes back on in any other situation would’ve been hot as fuck. But you just can’t enjoy it.
>You’re too busy thinking about what to say. What will they say? How do you even start the conversation? Do you even want to be talking to these girls?
>Too much was running through your head. Thank God you got some rest, you really need it. 
“You don’t think Pinkie would mind if I borrowed a shirt, do you?”
>AJ turns to you, putting her pajamas back on instead of actual clothes for some reason. ”Nah, go ahead. She’ll be fine.”
>You open up a drawer to find a messy explosion of panties tucked away in it. It’s packed to bursting, like a crate in Looney Tunes shorts. 
>You close it as best you can, but there’s still some stray panties hanging out. 
>You check the next drawer. Jackpot. Except every shirt is clearly for a girl. The only one that fits you is a ripped, baggy t-shirt of a punk band that was probably awful. 
>You slip the shirt on, turning to see Flutters and AJ in their PJ’s seemingly waiting for you. >They both look nervous. They can’t look you in the eye. 
>Seeing them like this is hopefully a primer for how everyone else will look.
>Speaking of which, it’s now or never. 
>You walk out of the room and into the hallway you walked down with Rainbow Dash last night. 
>Damn, you were thinking that night was gonna be so much fun. You had no idea what was in store for you. 
>Simpler times. And that was literally a couple hours ago.
>With that, you’re already in the living room. Two pairs of eyes look up at you. Twilight and Sunset. 
>They’re sitting next to each other on the couch, holding hands. Some pillows and blankets are strewn about near them. Twilight immediately looks down when you make eye contact. Sunset holds your gaze for only a bit longer. 
>They both look ashamed. 
>’Hey, at least they’re not total sociopaths.’
>You can see Rarity and Rainbow Dash in the dining room together. You don’t see Pinkie. But you hear giggling coming from the kitchen. 
>The two girls at the table look up at you. Rainbow forces a smile, but you can tell she feels bad. Rarity thinks for a second, looking at the floor. Then finally back up at you.
>”Hello darling. How’d you sleep?” 
>That didn’t really feel like a genuine question. So you don’t answer it. 
>”*GASP* Anon?” 
>In a flash, Pinkie is out of the kitchen and smiling from ear to ear at you. She’s wearing a messy apron. And that’s it. She’s naked aside from the apron. 
>”You’re finally awake! C’mon, take a seat! I made everyone waffles!”
>She runs into the kitchen, but not before shaking her ass at you. As if nothing even happened. 
>The rest of the girls are almost as shocked as you. AJ and Flutters are close behind you now.
>Pinkie comes back in with a leaning tower of warm, golden Belgian waffles. She slides them onto the table effortlessly, then pulls a bottle of maple syrup out of her hair. 
>All you can do is stare at her, bewildered.
>She runs to the fridge and (somehow) pulls out bowls of fresh fruit along with a couple cans of whipped cream.
>With that, the table is set. Pinkie starts towards you, and you recoil from her approach. You don’t trust her anymore.
>Her bubbly attitude, her childish glee, the joy gleaming in her eyes, it’s all bullshit.
>She doesn’t care about you. 
>Even so, she’s already in front of you in a flash, and she grabs you by the cheeks and pulls you in for a smooch. 
>The kiss shocks you. Your eyes are peeled open. 
>Just as she lets go of your face, she’s already gripping your sore wrists and dragging you to a seat at the table. You can’t resist her physically. What is she?
>You’re sitting at the table now, a glass of milk and a plate of steaming, perfect waffles in front of you. You don’t even look at them.
>You stare directly at Pinkie, who’s about to sit directly across from you but instead calls out to the rest of the girls.
>”Uh, hellooo? Waffles, ladies!” 
>”Sorry sugarcube, but I don’t think we’ve got much of an appetite right now.” AJ can’t really look at you or Pinkie, so she glides her gaze across the room. 
>She freezes for just a moment, but then snaps back to reality. “Welp! More for ME!” She stretches out over the table to take back all the waffles and stacks them high in front of her.
>Like a woodchipper, she eats the entire tower of breakfast in 10 seconds flat, finishing with one dramatic *gulp*. 
>She’s wearing that huge smile the whole time. The smile that once comforted you. Any semblance of patience or willingness to hear the girls out was pissed away right then and there. 
>You’re not really thinking anymore, you’re just overcome with anger. You stand up from your seat and grab the glass of milk, then you hurl the contents onto Pinkie’s stupid face. 
>A collective gasp fills the room, and Pinkie moans as the milk flows down her face. Then there’s silence. The only thing you hear is your heart beating in your throat.
>”Thanks for the drink Nonny, I was thirsty.” She licks her lips and narrows her eyes at you. 
“What the fuck are you on?! Are you just so fucking dense that you remain blissfully unaware of the shit you do to people?!”
>You didn’t plan to start out so angry, but she was testing your patience with every second.
“You fucking drugged me, you psycho! And then you and your friends raped me!”
>She stands up to almost level herself with you. You’re taller than her, but just like that day on the field at lunch, you don’t feel like you have anything over her. 
>”Oh, please, baby, don’t pretend like you didn’t love every second of it. That you were awake for, at least.” She leans in and deepens her voice with that sentence. You’ve never heard her get like that. 
>You buried the part of you that wanted to agree with her. You couldn’t just get over this. Not that easily. Pinkie was just the most egregious offender, the rest of the girls are next.
“No, fuck you. You lured me here, made me open myself up to you, then took advantage of me. You’re fucking cruel and vindictive. I never want to see you, ANY of you, ever again.”
>You look around at everyone with that last part, seeing pain and regret in the eyes of Rainbow, Rarity, Flutters, AJ, Sunset, and Twilight. 
>Too little, too late.
>You take the plate of waffles with you as you march to the trash can, not breaking eye contact with Pinkie.
>When she realizes what you’re doing, her smirk melts into a ‘you wouldn’t DARE’ expression.
>’Yes, bitch. I would. Eat shit.’
>You dump the waffles in the trash. Pinkie tears up. “B-but they were perfect!” For the first time since you’ve known her, you feel like you can see genuine emotion in her eyes. And you’re glad it’s sorrow. 
>She buries her face in her hands and sobs, mourning her waffles. ‘Cry little girl, cry!’
>With that, you start your way to the front door. You were thinking a lot of things, but you just had to be rational. No one here was your friend. Not really. 
>Even if it was all Pinkie’s doing, they wouldn’t have gone along with it if they really cared about you. Their drunkenness was no excuse either. Sure, AJ, Flutters, and Rarity didn’t technically rape you, but they let it happen, which is just as bad. 
>You’re at the door, ready to walk out and never acknowledge these girls again. But someone grabs your shoulder.
>”Anon, wait.”
>You turn around immediately, not letting her keep her hand on you for longer than a second. 
>It’s Sunset.
>She’s still full of regret. But she’s holding something out to you; your phone.
>’Why does she have it?’
>”W-we took this from you last night. We told your mom you’d be staying an extra day, but I understand that you want to leave.”
>You snatch the phone out of her hand. You want to give her an earful about stealing your phone and lying to the mother of the boy they raped, but you’re out of patience. You just wanna get out of here.
>You don’t care about leaving anything else. You’re out the door and you’re walking back home.

>Be Fluttershy.
>You want to kill yourself right now.
>It hurts so much.
>You’re never going to see Anon again. 
>And it’s all your fault.
>If you weren’t such a pushover, you’d have told Pinkie and all the other girls to just let him be and hang out with him.
>But no.
>Pinkie had to go and fill their heads with the idea to drug him.
>What were they even thinking?
>Sure they were drunk, but that’s no excuse. They know better.
>You can feel it. Anger is boiling up inside. You’re angry at your friends, you’re angry at Pinkie. You’re angry at yourself. 
>Stop thinking these things Fluttershy. Own up to them and speak!
”W-what is *wrong* with all of you?!” you shout bitterly. 
>The room had fallen silent after Anon slammed the door, so almost everyone jumped at your outburst. Except Pinkie, who was still sobbing over fucking waffles.
>The girls finally speak up. Specifically, Twilight.
>”Fluttershy, I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me, I shouldn't have gone along with this. It was wrong to do what we did-”
“Oh, shut the FUCK up Twilight. Don’t apologize to me! Your words mean nothing now that Anon is gone! And he’ll never talk to any of us ever again! All because of YOU!” 
>You can’t contain yourself anymore as you stab an accusatory finger at Pinkie Pie. 
>Pinkie wipes away her snot and tears and looks up at you. ”What? Me?” 
“Don’t play dumb now, Pinkie! You knew exactly what you were planning with Anon, and even though everyone else was stupid enough to go along with it, you’re the one who orchestrated everything, KNOWING how much I like him! I can’t believe I trusted you, opened up to you before anyone else! Fuck you, Pinkie!”
>It was true. Pinkie was the only one of your friends who knew you liked Anon. Funny enough, you were going to tell everyone last night, but the events that transpired spoke for you, what with you wanting him so badly. 
>”Fluttershy! Don’t say stuff you’ll regret! You’re not gonna let some silly boy get in the way of our friendship, are you?”
“Are you serious? FRIENDSHIP?!? Do you realize how insane you sound right now? Is this entire conversation just flying over your head?”
>She shrugs her shoulders. “Kind of.”
>You freeze for a second, honestly shocked beyond belief. You just stare at her, this girl you thought was your friend, who you thought loved you. But for the first time since you met her, she’s a total stranger as she stares back at you. 
>You snap out of it and look around the room. Shame and regret fill the eyes of your friends, and they haven’t stepped between you or Pinkie yet because they’re too busy mulling the situation over in their own heads. But at the same time, you could tell they know you’re right. 
>A good sign. But you’ve made up your mind.
“You know what? I’m done. I’m going to wait a week, then I’m going to talk to Anonymous, if he lets me. And I don’t want to see ANY of you until then. You all better hope Anon even thinks about giving you a chance to apologize, because if not, I won’t forgive you either.”
>With that, the girls look up at you. AJ looks somber, but it doesn’t seem like she objects. 
>Rainbow Dash is tearing up, but she swallows her emotions and silently agrees with you. She recognizes your loyalty to Anon. 
>Rarity hopes you don’t mean what you say, she’d miss you terribly. But deep down she understands.
>Sunset looks angry at herself for not stopping this sooner. Twilight is already crying, and her face says it all. ‘What have I done?’
>Finally, Pinkie. She’s looking up at you with real sadness. The thought of losing a friend is seemingly getting to her. But it hasn’t cut deep enough. She simply asks in her sad little voice, “Why are you being so mean to me?”
>You don’t even answer her. You’ve had enough. You knew Pinkie. She could be childish, selfish, overbearing. She had the tendency to put her own feelings before those of her friends. Nothing you couldn’t put up with. But this has crossed the line. This was premeditated. This was malicious. This was unforgivable. 
>You gather what little you brought with you, and walk out the door without another word. You don’t even look back. You don’t feel a single ounce of regret. 

>Be Anon. 
>Your mind is honestly kind of blank.
>You’re a sleepwalker, roaming the streets toward the general direction of your house. 
>There’s so much you need to process and cope with after last night that it’s just melting together into an amalgamation of information. 
>You just want to lie down, silence your mind with sleep. But you know you won’t be able to sleep for a while. 
>Your feet are aimless, and it takes you hours just to get home. It feels like seconds to you. Everything just flies by in your peripheral vision. 
>You walk up to the door, instinctively trying to open it. If your head wasn’t whited out, you’d reach for your house key. 
>You’re fiddling with the knob for a little while, when the door gives way.
>It flashes you back to Pinkie opening her front door to you. You shut your eyes as tight as possible, but a warm, familiar voice comforts you. A voice you love. A voice you need to hear right now. Your mother.
>”Anonymous? I thought you said you were staying an extra day?”
>You look up at her. Seeing her face settles your mind. Everything stops, and your thoughts become clear. Tears blur your vision, and the first thing that you truly feel is them sliding down your cheek. 
>You see red for a moment, remembering your anger. It settles quickly to sorrow, realizing your vulnerability and how it was exploited. Soon that settles again as the person in front of you bleeds into your sight.
>You’ve just been staring at her for what feels like forever. She’s now reading your expression, worried for you. What should you tell her?
>”What’s wrong my love?” ‘Tell her. Tell her. Tell her.’
“It’s, just… It didn’t really pan out like I thought it would…” 
>You were going to tell her. Just not now. You didn’t want to drop this bombshell on her so suddenly. That, and you wanted to come to terms with this for yourself first. Then, you’ll be ready to talk about it. 
>”Oh, baby…” She wraps her arms around you. She’s so much smaller than you, but you feel completely enveloped by her love. You hug her back. You don’t want to let go. 
>You let the tears fall onto her shoulder. “It’s okay baby, I’ll always be here.”
>You grip her tighter. Keep her close. Only she can truly understand you. No one else matters. 
>You feel her grip loosen just a bit, so you let her go. You smile at her, you don’t have to force it.
“I love you, Mom.”
>”I love you too.” She holds your face in her hands and kisses your forehead. 
>You feel a little better. With that, you walk the short distance to your room and lie down in bed. It felt good to release some emotion, it’s helping your thoughts become coherent.
>You no longer feel blank or empty. You’re back to mulling over what to do tomorrow. You want to avoid the girls as much as possible, but you feel like they’re not all necessarily bad people. 
>It would take time, and a LOT of making up, but the idea of hearing them out doesn’t sound bad to you.
>What happened to you was awful. But the only person you genuinely hate right now is Pinkie Pie. 
>Normally, if something was stressing you out, you’d play video games or put on some anime to take your mind off it. Not this time. You don’t want to distract yourself. You want to take this head-on. Find the best way to cope, you don’t want to throw yourself a pity party longer than you already have. 
>Tomorrow, you’ll skip US History. Class was boring as all Hell anyways. In fact, as you realize how many classes you share with at least one of the girls, you decide to skip tomorrow. Maybe the next day too. 
>If they want to talk to you, they’ll just have to wait. They deserve some form of punishment, some kind of consequence. You figured if they’re not completely soulless, the guilt would eat away at them for a while, letting it sink in just how much they fucked up. That sounded good enough to you.
>But Pinkie, you have to think about her more. She really doesn’t seem to feel any remorse for anything except her pastries. You’ll find something. You’ll make her regret it. 
>With that thought, it feels like a good enough time to get some rest. And by that, you mean stare at the ceiling until your eyelids force themselves closed. You’re not getting up from bed for a while.

>Be Fluttershy. 
>It’s been four days since Sunday, the day after the sleepover. 
>You haven’t talked to your friends since. Whenever you see them, you refuse to acknowledge them.
>You put on a face of seriousness and anger. But in reality you’re worried. You haven’t seen Anonymous since Sunday. You didn’t plan on approaching him, but not seeing him makes you fear the worst. 
>He’s probably locked away in his room, depressed and refusing to come out. Or worse. 
>You really didn’t want to think about what could have gone wrong, but you can’t help it. It’s eating away at you.
>Right now, you’re sitting outside. The last period of the day is drawing to a close. You don’t care that you didn’t show up, you couldn’t focus on classes all week anyways. You either stare at the door, out the window, or at the clock, waiting for a sign that Anon will be back. That he’s okay. 
>You get up from the stairs in front of the school and start your way home. You walk and think, hoping you’ll see Anon tomorrow. The same routine for the past 4 days. As much as you hoped, the fact of the matter is that you don’t know Anon as well as you wish you did.
>You have no idea how he’ll react, what to expect, or what he would do. You could be preparing for the completely wrong situation, and you’re none the wiser. Yet something else to really eat away at your stability. 
>If he pushes you away, you can only hope he’ll change with time. If he’s depressed, he may never leave his house. That way, you could never approach him. If he’s angry, he’ll probably lash out at you and your friends. 
>The last thing on your mind was the possibility of a relationship with him. Right now, you cared more about his well-being than being together with him. In fact, you kind of abandoned that idea when he said he never wants to see you or your friends again. 
>’Why am I even bothering?’ you thought to yourself. It really did seem like a hopeless scenario. But you didn’t want to give up. Not yet. 

>Fast forward to the next day. 
>Still Fluttershy. 
>You’re walking to school. Playing the same tape of thoughts over in your head. 
>The route to school is muscle memory, you barely pay attention to your surroundings. Everything blurs in your peripheral vision. 
>You’re on school grounds now, not expecting any change but hoping Anon will be here. 
>You walk up the steps in front of the school.
>You walk through the front door. 
>You’re in the main hallway of CHS, the flood of students moving through and around you. 
>You make your way to your locker, dodging and weaving those who get too close. You almost bump into a student shuffling through his own locker. You let out an instinctual ‘Sorry’ and continue walking, then you realize who it is. 
>’Oh, fuck.’

>Be Anon. 
>You decided to come to school today. It’s a Friday, after all. 
>You’d at least show up, being present in class was another story. You doubted you’d be able to focus. 
>When you walked through the doors, you made the effort to look out for any of the girls. You didn’t want them seeing you. 
>Luckily, there’s no sign of them. You retreat to your locker, opening it up moreso to hide behind the door. 
>You move things around aimlessly. Your first period is US History. You plan to wait for the bell to ring then hide somewhere when all the students are in their classrooms. 
>That’s when you hear someone say ‘Sorry’ behind you. You recognize the voice. 
>’Oh, fuck.’
>You turn around slowly. You know exactly who’s behind you, but that doesn’t stop you from looking like a deer in headlights. 
>Fluttershy looks just as surprised as you. You’re both frozen. Her face somehow gets even paler than it already is. 
>In all honesty, you’re glad Fluttershy is the first girl you see, but you still approach with caution. 
“Where’s the rest of them?” 
>You speak almost at a whisper. You haven’t fully turned to face her yet. 
>She blinks and exhales. You didn’t even notice her tensing up. It’s as if she was scared of you.
>Then again, you’re sure you didn’t look very welcoming. 
>”I don’t know. I haven’t talked to any of them since Sunday morning.”
>That made you feel better. She wasn’t associating with them. You didn’t expect any of the girls to do that. 
>Does this mean you can trust her? 
>”I totally understand if you don’t want to talk to me, or even see me…”
>She pauses and looks at you expectantly. You turn to face her completely. You keep your expression blank.
>”Is it okay if we talk about, you know, the sleepover?” She winces with that last word.
>You’re silent for a moment. She’s tensing up again. But you’re not reading any signs that this can go bad. You could be wrong. You don’t really know Fluttershy, you’ve got no real reason to trust her. But she’s the only girl that you’re willing to give the benefit of the doubt.
“Alright. Let’s talk.”
>You follow Fluttershy to an unused room on the first floor. 
>It’s a science lab. The old, worn wood of the tables and stools are covered with graffiti. You grab a stool close to the door and set it in front of a main desk where a teacher would stand.
>There across from where you put the stool is another stool. Fluttershy sits in it, but she doesn’t face you. Instead, she faces forward and scoots closer to you. 
>You take your seat next to her and stare at the same wall.
>”I’m sorry if this is awkward, but I’m better at talking about stuff when I’m not directly facing someone. Especially if it’s something really heavy.”
>She’s looking at you, just not turning her head. Being side-by-side with her makes her almost a blur in your peripheral vision. She inhales yet again.
>”Okay. So, I don’t really know how to start this off-”
“Start at the beginning. Did Pinkie plan this whole thing from the start?”
>She flinches at your interruption. She’s gonna have to get used to your lack of patience. 
>”No, not that I’m aware of. I can’t make any guarantees in regards to her, except that she was the one who came up with the idea to drug you-”
“What did she give me?”
>”I don’t know the name of it, but it’s basically a drug that’s viagra for girls. Except, when it’s mixed with alcohol, it induces sleep.”
“And you all went along with this, why?!”
>She shrinks in her seat, trying to hide from her guilt. “I-I really have no idea, Anon…”
>Her voice gets shaky. “I don’t know what got into them, or why I didn’t stop them. I know I can be a pushover, but my friends wouldn’t do this, I know it. I guess, in the moment, the idea sounded, t-tantalizing? I don’t know…”
>One thing is clear, you’ll need to meet with some of the other girls to get certain answers. But for now, finish with this girl. 
“That excuse isn’t good enough.” you say sternly.
>”I-I know. I’m sorry… I just don’t know what else to say…” her words break apart into soft, quiet sobs. They don’t move you in the slightest. 
>You’re back to mulling over your questions. Honestly, does whether or not Pinkie planned this from the start matter? The more you think about it, not really. She made the decision to go through with it and no one stopped her. That’s all that matters. Is this the right angle to approach from? Working this out was going to be just as hard as getting over it, it seemed. 
>You lower your voice. You can’t have Fluttershy in a pile of tears. 
“What did Pinkie say when she made me leave the room? Near the beginning of the night.”
>Fluttershy wipes her tears and swallows her sobs. Her voice still shaky, she looks up at you and says, “She only told us that she was going to spike a cupcake with something and feed it to you. She said it would help you relax, and we’d all ‘have fun’, and she made it really obvious that she was talking about sex and stuff.”
“So what did the rest of the girls think? Was this not a glaring red flag to them?”
>”Honestly, none of us expected Pinkie to sedate you! We just thought she’d give you something to make you really, uh, ‘excited’ about us. It honestly didn’t sound so bad, but then, by the time she gave it to you and you passed out, the girls, we were drunk, we couldn’t think straight,”
>More excuses. You lower your head and sigh, ready to get up and leave. She reads your expressions. “Anon, please. I promise, we didn’t know she was going to do that to you.”
>You turn your head quickly and snap at her.
“You shouldn’t have let her drug me in the first place!”
>She recoils from you. “I know, I know… Anon, please. I’m sorry. We’re sorry. I know we fucked up so bad, I know we did something horrible, and they know it too. They’re sorry too, I know it.”
“I’ll believe it when I hear it from them.”
>”Anon, I promise you, we’re not horrible people. As much as I hate my friends and myself right now, I know they feel sorry for what they did. I know they want to make it up to you however they can, and I do too.” 
>You let her words sink in for a second. You’ve been picking apart her answers in your head, looking only for information that you want. But these words, they were raw.
>Raw and full of regret. She did nothing to stop it, yes, but you remember what she and her friends are like. Their group is tight-knit, unlike any other group of friends you’ve ever seen before. And if you believe what she’s saying, she left them over this. Over you. She’s just as angry with them about this as you are. At least, that’s how it seems. 
>You look her in the eyes now. She meets your gaze. You stare into her ocean-teal eyes and, for the first time, she doesn’t look away. As much as she wants to retreat behind the walls of her hair, she doesn’t at this moment. This reassures you, and you know exactly what to ask her right now.
“What do you want from me?”
>She looks confused. She wasn’t expecting that at all. Not only does she not expect it, she doesn’t know how to answer it.
>”W-What?”
>You hold your gaze. She’s only more confused now. It’s a simple question. You figure whatever she says here and now will determine what you do with her. 
>”I don’t want anything from you Anon. Honestly, I just want this to be over. I want you to be better. I want to move on from this and get rid of this guilt weighing me down. I want you to be okay again. And I want you to know, from the bottom of my heart, I’m sorry.”
>Holy shit. She didn’t stammer once. She kept her eyes on you the whole time. Now you’re the one who’s surprised.
>That didn’t feel fake or rehearsed. That was deep-seeded and waiting to be released. And it’s all you really needed to hear from her. 
“Okay.”
>With that, you stand up from the stool and take a step to the door. Just as you grab the handle, Fluttershy speaks up.
>”Wait. Anon.”
>You freeze. You can hear her take a deep breath and let it out as she prepares herself.
>”Anon… could you ever forgive me?”
>Her tone is back to the way you knew it. Barely a whisper, her lack of confidence palpable. But you hear her desperation in it. She needs to know the answer, it’s eating her up inside. She can’t go on like this. 
>And you’ve decided, after this little chat, she doesn’t deserve this. You turn to face her one last time, wearing an expression of sympathy for the first time in a week.
“I’ll think about it.”
>That’s as honest as you can be with her right now.

>You’re out the door. The halls around you are silent, still. You weren’t in the lab with Fluttershy for very long.
>You still have the majority of 1st period to kill, and you have no idea where you’re gonna spend it. Well, actually, you have one idea. 
>You think about Fluttershy for a second, wondering if she’s just gonna stay tucked away in the unused classroom for the rest of the period, but you’re not gonna walk back in on her. You’ve said your peace. You’re done with her. For now. 
>You make your way to the double doors leading to the soccer field. You hide away behind lockers at the sight of a couple members of staff crossing the halls, or the janitor locking the supply closet. 
>It’s not a long trip, and soon you’re outside. The sky is cloudy and grey. A quiet breeze passes by, the bleachers are empty, of course, and the scent of freshly cut grass is in the air. The whole scene just makes you feel more gloomy, but whatever. 
>What’s important is that you’re alone and no one can notice you’re here. That talk with Fluttershy just put you right back in the rut you were in when you left the sleepover. You walk to the bottom of the bleachers, the same seat you were planted in last week during lunch. It’s enough to make you remember the feeling of being cornered by Pinkie Pie. You tremble just a bit, wincing at the thought of her surprisingly strong grip on your arms. 
>You’re less scared of her strength and more hurt by how she preyed on your loneliness. That cut deeper than any physical abuse. The way she found your weakness and prodded it until you caved in to her, then used that to get you in her house and have her way with you, then laughed it off the next day, Jesus Christ.
>You’ve let her get in your head for too long. Thinking about her only makes you angry, and thinking about the other girls only makes you sad. You want to put all the blame on Pinkie but you can’t. You want to sweep it under the rug and get rid of the pain but this isn’t that simple. 
>”I had a feeling you’d be out here.”
>The high-pitched voice emerges from behind you. Your eyes shoot open as your train of thought is shattered. This is the last person you want to be near you right now.
>Immediately you try to stand up, but two hands grab your shoulders from behind and sit you back down. 
“Get your hands off me!”
>You look up into the big blue eyes that used to be adorable. Now they’re unsettling. The smile that used to be so contagious now makes you grimace. 
>”Hiya Nonny! It’s been a while.”
“Are you deaf?” 
>”C’mon, I just wanna talk to you!”
“Fuck off!”
>You struggle against her as much as you can but you already know how that’s working out. 
>She’s still holding you down by your shoulders, but she steps over the seats and sits next to you, wrapping you in a hug to keep you close. Too close. She pulls you in so that your cheeks are meshed together and your arm is between her boobs.
>”Are you *sure* you didn’t like it? Not any of it? We were having so much fun together…”
>Her voice carries an exaggerated sadness, the way she’d tell a kid that Christmas is cancelled. Yeah, you’re done with her bullshit. You’re not indulging this bitch.
>”If you really didn’t like it, I wanna try and make it up to you! I promise, I just want us to be friends.”
>You put both your hands on her and shove with all your might. She finally lets go of you, and that’s your chance to walk away. You make it about six feet away when she calls out to you.
>”Anon! Just hear me out for two seconds! Please!”
>Something in her voice makes you stop. You recognize it, the sound of desperation, the need to get something off her chest, much like you heard from Fluttershy earlier. Again, genuine emotion from Pinkie is starting to bleed through to the surface. 
>She has your attention. The minimum amount, but your attention nonetheless. 
>She takes a deep breath in, and looks down at her lap. She grips the front of her frilly skirt tightly, with shaky hands, and with an even shakier voice, she finally speaks. 
>”My friends won’t talk to me anymore.”
>A single, choked sob escapes her lips. 
>”They’re constantly avoiding me, and whenever I try to get their attention they either blow me off or pretend I don’t exist and I don’t know why. I just wanted them to have fun, and I thought you’d have fun with it too.”
>She looks up to you with pouty lips and teary eyes.
>“Please, don’t run away from me too.”
>And that was the last straw.
>You turn and almost run up to her, stomping across the grass.
>You lean in, and you’re in her face like never before.
>Pinkie raises her hands up between the two of you and reels back, as if you’ll sprout fangs and bite her. 
>For the first time, you finally feel bigger than her. You almost can’t believe how the same person once terrified you not two minutes ago. You just stare down at this sad, lonely, pathetic little girl and snap.
“There’s a word for those things. They’re called consequences.”
>You’re nearly shouting down at her, and your heavy tone only makes her shrink more and more. 
“You wanna know how you deal with them?”
>She moves her hands away from her tear-streamed face to look up at you expectantly. She whimpers as her eyes meet yours. “H-How..?”
>You lean in even closer. She reels back again.
“You grow up.”
>And that’s all you have to say to her. With that, you turn to leave, for good this time. You don’t walk back into the school. You start your way back home. That was enough talking about it for today. 
>You take a deep breath, which feels like it comes easier. You let what just happened marinate in your head, and you have to admit, it felt good to say that to her. It felt good to see her like that.
>So good that it’s all you can think about. Memories of that night don’t plague the back of your mind as you walk across the last intersection before your block. 
>You can actually sense and comprehend the world around you. The sky is still grey, but it feels calming instead of suffocating. 
>You walk through the front door of your house. Mom isn’t home yet. Congratulations, you survived the day.
>You almost flop your weight onto your bedroom door, ready to just crash and let the day be done for. You shed your uncomfortable clothes and throw your backpack against the wall.
>You lay down and try to get comfy. Miraculously, you do. For the first time in over a week, you lay in bed in the afternoon, tired, worn, but filled with a sense of peace as you drift off.
>You don’t dream.

>As you wake from what was one of your most comforting nights of sleep in your life, the sun shining through your window illuminates your room, but not so much that it hurts your eyes. 
>You look outside. It’s a pretty clear day. Your neighbor's garden looks nice, as always.
>As for yourself, you don’t feel particularly good, but you don’t feel like shit anymore either.
>You go through your morning routine with monotony, only getting up out of bed because you’ve done enough sulking and sitting on your ass. It’s Monday. Make the most of the week.
>You throw on a white t-shirt and jeans after your shower, and before you step outside, Mom is in at the dinner table with coffee and a donut.
>”How’d you sleep, love?”
“Pretty good, actually.”
>You’re not lying this time.
>”Sure you wanna walk to school?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. It’s good for me, anyways.”
>With that, you kiss her on the forehead and step out on your way to CHS.
>The sun beats down, but a cool breeze balances out the heat. ‘I should get outside more, it’s pretty relaxing’, you tell yourself. But you’ll start going outside when you have things to do or people to go out with. Otherwise, gaming is more fun.
>That’s pretty much all you did over the weekend. After Friday, gaming started to be fun again. But throwing yourself back into your old ways just reinforced how lonely you are.
>Before you know it, you’re on campus. Today would hopefully be less eventful than Friday. You don’t have US History today, so that’s a plus. Skipping won’t be necessary.
>Still doesn’t change the fact that you won’t pay attention. Each class feels like an eternity, but it’s so satisfying to hear the bell ring and be done with each painful, boring period of your day. 
>It’s finally time for lunch. You feel okay enough to keep food down, so you do the unthinkable; You buy school lunch. 
>Today there are weird-looking cheeseburgers and assorted fruits. Some milk too, but you doubt you’ll drink it. 
>Walking out of the lunch line leads you into a sea of people. You keep your head down but your eyes up, hoping to not run into any of the girls.
>Retreating outside to the Fields of Isolation. 
>Once again, reliving the familiar, pivotal scene in your head. 
>Except you don’t wince this time. You just feel a bit somber. 
>It’ll never be as comfortable of a place as it was, but it’s getting a little easier to cope. 
>Planting your ass on the bleachers and eating your lunch in silence and solitude. It feels like forever since you’ve done this. But the solitude doesn’t last long.
>You hear the double doors open again. Looking to the school, someone has come outside, and she’s glancing around. No doubt looking for you. 
>Fluttershy.
>Once she sees you, her eyes widen a bit, then trail away from you. You just stare at her, not really trying to forebode her, but you probably don’t look very happy to see her. She falls back into the school with a whimper.
>A beat. Then she opens the doors again and, while hiding behind her hair, walks over to you. 
>You’re still staring at her with the same emotionless expression. She’s trying to read you, but she’s coming up short. Before you know it, she’s in front of you, and you’re looking up at her.
>”H-hi…” she whispers down to you.
“Hey.”
>Silence.
…
>...
>”So, uh... do you mind if I sit with you?”
>What? Really? After what happened in the lab, and what you told her, she wants to have lunch with you? She can’t be serious, right? But maybe you’re being an asshole. It’s just Fluttershy. She’s given you no other reasons to not trust her. You sigh and think out loud, speaking more to yourself than to her.
“Why not?”
>Her worry gives way to surprise. Her ocean-teal eyes widen, then meet yours as she smiles.
>That damn smile.
>You didn’t know how much you missed it. 
>She takes a seat next to you. She didn’t bring lunch, it looks like. So you guess she’s just here for the company. 
>You go right back to eating. You don’t even look at her anymore. In all honesty, it’s as if you’re still alone out here. You can’t even hear her breathe. She’s just staring at the ground, the wheels in her head turning. She looks anxious.
>You soon learn why. Without warning, she rests her head on your shoulder. This makes you freeze for a moment. Is this too soon? Should you let her be this close to you? A part of you wants to shove her off.
>But you don’t. Something about this, about her, just feels so right. Her words from last Friday echo through your mind. ‘I want you to be okay again.’
>The sentiment was simple, but the words cut deep into you. Deep enough to reach your heart, and with that in mind, you ask her something.
“Can I walk you home after school?”
>She looks up at you and moves her hair out of the way. “Sure.” 
>She’s already reaching out to you by being here. So you might as well take her up on it. 
>You spend the rest of lunch like this, silently eating while Fluttershy gets comfy on your shoulder. And every time you turn your head to look at her, she’s smiling. ‘She deserves this.’
>The bell echoes through the halls, signaling the end of lunch. You’ve already finished eating, but you don’t move. Neither does Fluttershy. You rest your head on hers and put an arm around her shoulders. She responds by wrapping her arms around your waist. 
>She squeezes you just a bit, so you squeeze back. It reminds you of hugging your mom. It’s just as comforting, and it makes you want to hold her even closer.
>You’re both missing class, but who gives a shit? This is much better than Spanish class. The two of you sit there in each other's arms until the last bell of the day rings. Only then do you decide to stand up. Fluttershy stands with you, still clutching your arm. You walk back inside and to your respective lockers. 
>Being away from her for just a moment makes you feel cold. You gather the few things you took out of your bag and find Fluttershy, who is thankfully not too far away. You retreat back into her embrace like a safe haven. 
“Well, you lead the way.” 
>You look down at her, and she snaps out of her own thoughts. She was probably wondering how lucky she is to be here. You were thinking the same. “Oh, uh, I live in a townhouse, in Cloudy Cottages?.”
>That’s not so bad. A little ways away from the school, in the opposite direction of your house. Long walk, but it’s worth it. The sidewalk would be less lonely today. As you leave school grounds, someone calls out from behind you two.
>“Fluttershy? Anon?”
>Look who showed up.
>You both turn around slowly. Sunset Shimmer. Damn, it’s been a while since either of you have seen her. Completely by choice. ‘How long was she following us?’ Scanning her as she steps closer, it seems she hasn’t been able to sleep peacefully for some time. The grey bags under her eyes tell you that much. Her hesitance to draw nearer is obvious. 
>You don’t remember her being this easy to read. But she ends up approaching you two anyways. “Hi guys.”
>“Hi, Sunset.” Fluttershy says, quickly and cautiously. 
>You let that simmer for a beat, until finally responding. 
“Heya.”
>You have a feeling you know what’s coming. 
>”Anon, listen. I’m so sorry about what happened at the sleepover. We should never have done that to you, it was-”
“Thank you, Sunset.”
>You cut her off, which surprises her, but she lets you continue. You set your tone to make sure she doesn’t get the wrong idea.
“Thanks for telling me that, but I know. I know you feel bad, and I know you want to make it up to me. So here’s how you can.”
>You let go of Flutters and put a hand on Sunset’s shoulder, pulling her just a bit closer. 
“Just leave me alone. Go on with your life, and I’ll go on with mine. I’ll get over it. And all I want from you is for you to be able to move on.” 
>You let that sink in. Sunset looks a little baffled. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. I don’t want anything else that you could give me. Time heals all wounds, right?”
>It takes her a moment, but she finally looks satisfied. You can almost see the weight come off her shoulders. She stands a bit taller, the confident girl you remember returning to your sight. “Then, if that’s really what you want, I can do that much.”
>She turns to Fluttershy, expecting sympathy. She only gets a cold glare. That doesn’t stop her from asking, “Will I see you around, Flutters?” 
>Fluttershy tries to stand firm, but her expression falters a bit and a blink of sorrow gleams in her eyes. This gives way for her to say, “Don’t hold your breath.”
>Sunset almost smiles. It wasn’t a no. Progress. It’s good enough for her. With that, she leaves the two of you alone. “Goodnight, guys.” 
>You wave back to her, and resume your walk with Fluttershy. It’s a bit out of the way, so you decide to shoot the shit with her. You find out she has a brother, who’s “between jobs” at the moment because he can’t hold one to save his life. She gives off more than you think she should, seeing as it’s a very personal topic, but he obviously frustrates her. So you let her vent.
>You tell her about your mom, how much she means to you, and about how much she does for you. “How come it’s just you and your mom?” she asks, with a somber look. 
>You hesitate, but soon you just say ‘fuck it”. 
“My dad wasn’t the best to us. It was hard to leave him, because his job paid the bills, but as soon as we got the chance we took it, and he was more than happy to have us out of his life.”
>That already felt a little TMI, so you leave it at that.
>”Oh, I’m sorry to hear about-”
“Don’t be. We’re much better off now,”
>You take her hand in yours and squeeze. Her slender fingers fit perfectly in between yours. 
>She gives you a half-smile, no doubt still feeling guilty. You reassure her with a smile of your own. It helps a little bit. 
>Just like that, you’re outside Cloudy Cottages, a gated community with sky blue, two-story houses packed side-by-side lining the streets. The place looks nice. Her parents must be well-off. 
>”Well, this is me.” She looks at the houses then back at you. “See you tomorrow, Anon.”
“Hold on Flutters.” You’re still holding her hand tightly. Not too tight, of course.
>”Yes?” She looks eager to hear you out. 
>You take a deep breath. Well, here goes nothing.
“Do you have any plans this weekend?”
>Her eyes light up. Her shock soon subsides into glee. “No! None at all!” She catches herself. “I mean, I’ll be at the shelter from 9 to 5, but other than that, I’m free.”
“That works for me. So, how about I take you to the mall? Just you and me?”
>”That sounds great, Anon.” She lunges into your for a big, warm hug. She can definitely feel your heart beating out of your chest. You hug her back. She lets go and looks up at you, gets on her tiptoes, and plants a kiss on your forehead. Her face immediately goes red, and judging by the warmth you feel, so does yours. “I can’t wait.” she says through her embarrassment.
“Me neither.”
>She finally turns and walks off into the neighborhood, and you watch her the whole time. She gives you a wave just before she walks out of sight. You can still feel the joy you two shared in that moment. It makes everything seem a little sunnier. It makes you walk home with your head high. Damn it, it just makes you feel good. And you wouldn’t trade feeling good right now for anything in the world.
>You make it home. You’re alone. You survived the day. And all you wanna do is crash into bed and look forward to tomorrow for once. So that’s exactly what you do.

Two Years Later…

>It’s a dark and stormy night.
>Be Anon, doing what you always do when you can’t go out.
>Sitting inside, wrapped up in bed, watching one of your favorite movies. A familiar scene, so comfy. 
>Except now it’s even comfier, because it’s not your room, it’s a one-room apartment. Your bed is now a queen size mattress which takes up nearly half the room, and your girlfriend is cuddled up next to you, resting her head on your chest and watching the movie intently. 
>She’s already seen it 30 times, but she just can’t get enough of it. Ever since your first date, where you invited her to your house after the mall and watched Princess Mononoke in your living room, it’s been her favorite movie. 
>You’re not surprised. It’s a damn good movie, and you know how much she loves animals and nature. She still jumps a bit when Ashitaka gets shot in the chest. Every time. It makes you hug her waist even tighter, and she responds by squeezing your hand. 
>Holding her by the hips like this is your favorite way to cuddle with Fluttershy. You reach under the oversized Attack-on-Titan t-shirt that you let her borrow and run your hand up and down her side. She nuzzles into your chest. 
>She’s still mesmerized by the scene of San carrying Ashitaka to the dwelling of the Great Forest Spirit, but you’re occupied with the thought of how lucky you are to have a girl like Flutters.
>She’s so kind, soft-spoken, a good singer, and surprisingly headstrong, when she wants to be. And damn she’s hot. You couldn’t have found a better girl if you tried.
>She doesn’t talk much, except about the things she loves. You don’t mind, since you’re not so chatty yourself. Her company is more than enough for you, simply enjoying her presence as the two of you lay down or watch movies together is all you could ever want out of life. 
>You reach your head down and kiss her on the head. She’s tearing up at the end of the movie. For like, the 30th time. 
“C’mon Flutters, it’s not that good, is it?”
>”Yes it is!” She says with an angry pout, wiping her face a bit without looking away from the screen. Until the credits roll, then she finally looks up at you. She rolls over on top of you and moves up to put her generous breasts against your chest. You wrap your arms fully around her waist and pull her in. 
>Her eyes shine into yours, her thin lips look perfect for making out right now. “I wish I could be a wolf princess, and live in a forest, with my prince to bundle up with me every night.” Her soft, sweet voice helps you ignore how cheesy that was. 
“I wouldn't wish for anything other than what I have right now.”
>This makes her smile even wider. You can never get over how hot her braces make her look. You hold her precious smile in your hands, reluctantly taking them off her slim waist for a moment. You take in everything about this girl, this face. You must protecc this face. 
>You move a bit of silky pink hair behind a small, pale ear. She looks through you with her big, gleaming eyes. She closes them and purses her lips, awaiting a kiss. You plant a peck on her nose instead, and roll over on top of her. She giggles, and takes your hands into hers as you pin her to the bed. 
>”Why do you like kissing my nose so much?” she asks with a blush.
“Cuz it’s so small and adorable, just like the rest of you.”
>”Oh, stop it.” She tries to lift her hands to hide her flustered face, but you just keep kissing her cheeks. You move your assault of affection down to her neck, which turns her giggles into quiet moans. Her bashfulness is adorable, but it’s merely a thin layer covering her true self, and you know how to break her. 
>You nibble at her neck in between kisses, making her moans a bit louder, and her gasps more excited. You even start to feel goosebumps creeping up on her neck. The feeling of being held down and taken like this is exactly what she loves. 
>You let go of her hands, but only to have her sit up a bit for you to lift the t-shirt over her shoulders and off her slender figure, revealing her amazing boobs. They hang down like heavy teardrops, giving her that hourglass figure that so many others envy. She lies back down as you throw the shirt aside, wrapping her arms around your neck and taking you with her. 
>You move your kisses down to her chest, and now you look up at her as your right hand moves up her stomach toward her breast. Cupping it from the bottom, you squish the soft flesh with your fingers, slowly closing in on her now perked-up nipples. You do the same to the opposite breast, but with your lips instead. 
>She’s looking down at you, face red like a tomato and biting her lip in anticipation. One thing you learned about Flutters since dating her is that her nipples are really sensitive. You tease her by running a finger around her areola, applying slight pressure but not enough to really satisfy her. You soon do the same with your tongue. 
>Her moans become a bit more high-pitched, you feel her nether regions get warmer, beneath you, and she’s slowly starting to look at you with “fuck me” eyes. You pinch her nipple and rub it in a circular motion, and her head reels back in ecstasy. “Oh dear, unf…”
>That precious voice moaning with pleasure never gets old, you swear it’s all it takes for your excitement to pique, and now you’re fully erect and standing at attention. You suckle on her right nipple, flicking it with your tongue at the same time. Now she’s trembling under you, and her hands are digging into your hair, holding your head in place. 
>You get a little more aggressive, tugging at her nipples a bit, using more pressure, nibbling a little harder. It only gets Flutters more and more excited, closer to the edge with every stroke. Just when it starts to get really good, you stop, prompting the obvious question.
>”W-Why’d you stop?” she asks through labored breaths, but also in a whiny tone. 
>You don’t answer, instead you move your lips down her soft tummy and hold her hips in your hands. As you continue to travel south, you caress her sides and slip your fingers beneath her lime-green panties. She complies by lifting her butt up a bit, allowing you to remove the now soaked panties with ease. 
>Once they’ve slipped over her thighs, then her knees, and finally off of her ankles, you set them at the foot of the bed and just relish in the sight of your girlfriend in the nude. It never gets old. She’s already dripping all over the sheets, her pink sex glistening with love juice. She massages her outer lips, desperate for satisfaction, and even though she’s a little embarrassed about being exposed, her face says it all; she’s begging for you to fill her emptiness.
>Which is exactly why you stand up from the bed, grab her by the hips and turn her body so that her eyes are staring up at your stiffening rod. 
>Her head hangs over the foot of the bed, straightening out the path of her windpipe. Her heavy breathing makes it sound like you’ve surprised her. Good. You know your girlfriend. She’s gonna love this. After all, another thing you’ve learned about Flutters since dating her; she’s a total freak.  

>Be exactly where you want to be right now, beneath Anon and waiting for him to fuck your throat.
>Fuck, yes. Finally. You love it when Anon takes what he wants from you, and does all the dirty things you want him to do to you.
>Like stretching out your thirsty pussy and impregnating you. You’re ovulating and you want nothing more than for him to breed you, unloading streams of cum into your waiting womb. But right now, you’ll settle for milking his cock dry with your lips. You just want him inside you, no matter what. 
>He rubs the underside of his shaft against your slim but soft lips, he smiles down at you lustfully, and you return his gaze. Then, almost without warning, he thrusts his way into your mouth. Thanks to the angle, he’s already stuffing half his length down your throat. You don’t gag or choke, you’re no quitter.
>The feeling of his girth spreading your trachea is unlike anything you’ve ever felt, you can’t inhale but you love the breathlessness of the moment. Just as tears start to well up in your eyes, Anon draws back out of your throat. 
>You gasp for breath like a diver resurfacing, but as quickly as he pulled out, Anon delves even deeper into your throat, dragging you back down. Now, your vision blurs, and you can’t tell if it’s because of your short breaths or the tears streaming up your face, but you don’t care. You feel so helpless, at the mercy of Anon’s cock.
>You fucking love it. 
>Your already soaked pussy is dripping even more, you can feel your fluid cascading your inner thighs. You put your hands to work, since you obviously weren't using them to resist Anon. Your index and middle fingers slide in with no resistance, and you soon start to move them in and out as your ring finger teases your asshole and your palm massages your clit. 
>Anon is starting to pick up a steady rhythm, fucking your throat as much as he can before retreating just long enough to let you breathe. But judging by his quickening pace and his heavy grunts, it’s almost time for your favorite part.
>”Oh shit, I’m gonna-”
>Anon takes your head in his hands as he pulls back as much as he can, until his tip is touching your lips again, and then finally he rams his length as far as he can into your esophagus. You use your free hand to push his hips into you as much as you can. His balls are resting on your nose, his masculine scent invading your nostrils while he empties his balls into your stomach. 
>The sensation climaxes as your pussy quivers in delight, your body shaking under Anon while his seemingly endless stream of thick, hot cum coats your throat. Fuck, it just won’t stop. You’re starting to see stars. Finally, you feel him soften just a bit, and he retreats with a satisfying ‘POP’ from your lips. 
>As soon as you’re free, you swallow his heavy load with a smile on your face. You rub your tummy lovingly, his seed is right where it belongs. If he stayed in any longer, you would’ve passed out, for sure. As soon as your breathing is normal, you look back up at Anon, who’s gasping himself. “You feel alright, baby?”
>You smile through your tears.
“Never better.”
>He picks you up by the shoulders, so you’re sitting up in front of him. As he kisses your forehead, you move your eyes back downward. His cock is limp, but it’s quickly stiffening under your touch. He knows what you’re getting at, but he hesitates just a bit. “Sure you can go another round?”
>You then fall back down onto the bed, flip yourself over, and squeeze your buttcheeks, spreading them for Anon. 
”Oh, please. Hurry up and fuck my ass, daddy.” 

>Be Anon.
>Now, you’re up close and personal with the best ass you’ve ever had the honor of seeing. You run your palm over the perfect mound of flesh and give it a satisfying smack.
>”Eep!” 
>You don’t know why she’s surprised. Something Fluttershy has learned since dating you is that you’re an ass-man. And you can’t get enough of hers. 
>Taking both hands now, you grasp her cheeks and squeeze, spreading them and admiring her tight, pale asshole. It’s so damn sexy, and she makes it a point to keep it clean, you can’t resist the temptation to lick it. She shudders at the sensation of your warm tongue on her anus. 
>It’s equally tantalizing for you, the hot, slimy flesh winking under your touch is to die for. You run a ring around her hole, making her even more slippery. Finally, you drive your tongue in as much as you can. 
>Fluttershy lets out a deep, slow moan, and you immediately feel her close around your tongue. You resist by pushing more, wiggling around in her anal cavity until she stops resisting. She finally relaxes and your tongue feels like it’s ready to come out. As fun as that was, it’s only foreplay. And you don’t want to keep Fluttershy waiting any longer.
>You reach into your drawer and slather a coat of vaseline on your dick, ready to put it to use.

>Be Fluttershy.
>It took him long enough.
>You’ll never understand why he loves eating your ass. At least it felt nice, though. 
>You can feel Anon’s tip teasing your ass, the vaseline he rubbed on himself coating the entrance. Just as the sensation starts to tickle, he thrusts his way in and you draw a deep, quick breath in shock. As his girth starts to spread your ass, it feels like you’re being torn at the seams. 
>It hurts so good. 
>The sensation stings, but in a good way. The pain balances with the hot pleasure. With one thrust, you can feel he’s only halfway in. He’s forced back by the tightness of your hole, but he retaliates with another thrust soon after, and this time you can’t keep quiet. 
“Oh, FUCK. YES!” 
>You back your ass into his hips, forcing him deeper still. He responds with a moan of his own as he squeezes your asscheeks. 
“Rut me harder! Use me! YES!”
>You look back over your shoulder as much as you can, hoping to see his face, wanting to show him the primal need in your eyes. He cocks his hand back and brings it down fast for another smack, and you respond with a sharp moan.
“OoOohhh, FUCK. More!”
>Anon draws out of you almost completely, you can only feel the tip, but as soon as you’re used to the emptiness, he completely impales your ass, filling you completely and then some with his length. 
“Oohh…” 
>You can’t even scream anymore. The way he’s thrusting in and out of you mercilessly is fogging your mind with bliss. All you feel is the pleasure and him. Your ass is used to wrapping around Anon, but that doesn’t make it any less thrilling every time he fucks it. 
>”Holy shit, baby, fuck.” he grunts out as he slowly draws back again. Your head hangs down as you float on cloud nine. He snaps you back to reality in your favorite way.
>Anon grabs a handful of your hair at the roots and pulls. Hard.
“Fuck! Oh yeEeEsss!”
>You can feel your pussy leaking all over your thighs as Anon continues his assault on your ass, keeping a vice grip on your soft hair. If only he could see your face right now, your eyes have rolled to the back of your head and you’re panting like a bitch in heat, drooling at the sensations he sends rocketing through your whole body. 
>”Baby, I’m about to-”
“YES! Do it! Fill my ass, daddy!”
>With one last thrust, Anon goes as deep as he can. The ecstacy peaks for the third time tonight as you both moan in unison, and you feel his hose of hot seed filling and overflowing out of your rectum. Your light-headedness, your squirting all over the sheets, and your loud, lustful moan that probably woke your neighbors up; everything was perfect. Anon collapses on the bed next to you, and you roll over to face him for a sloppy, wet kiss. Your bodies are coated with post-coitus sweat and there’s still a trail of cum tracing from your ass to his head. You pull away from Anon and clean him off with your mouth. 
>You’re such a filthy slut.
>You wish he’d say that to you. But you guess he’s still not ready to say those things to his “baby”. He’ll get there. You know he will. 
>But for now, you finish licking every last drop of seed off of Anon’s cock and rise to meet him on the pillow again. He looks into your eyes, panting, completely drained, but wholly satisfied. You wear a similar expression. The two of you share a smile and he wraps his arms around you. 
>You love being the little spoon. He kisses the tender scalp that he was ravaging earlier, and whispers into your ear, “We should probably go shower.” 
>You turn to face him. And with a kiss on his nose, you say,
“Good idea. I’ll go first.”
>You leap out of bed and head to the bathroom. 
>”Hey! I said ‘we’!” Anon protests.
>You shake your head, and then your red, raw ass at him. 
“Every time we shower together, we get a little too busy to actually wash up.”
>He laughs at you and you give him a wink. You step into the bathroom, start the water, and as you step under the cool drizzle, you imagine just how lucky you are to finally be with him. 

>Be Anon.
>Be exhausted. 
>Damn, that felt so good.
>You love seeing Fluttershy like that, all worn out and sexy, thanking you for a hard night's work. As much as you just wanna cuddle up next to her and dream of how lucky you are to be with her, you gotta wait for your turn in the shower. Gotta stay up for just a bit longer. 
>You lay back in the bed, just staring at the ceiling. You’re really good at this. But soon you set your phone to charge on the dresser next to you. 
>When you pick it up, you notice you got a text while you were “busy”.
>It’s from Sunset.
>’hey anon you and flutters still coming next weekend?’
>Oh yeah, that’s right. Sunset told you guys about the Starswirl Music Festival this year. You’ve never been, but Fluttershy went with the rest of her friends back in high school, and she said it was awesome. 
>Sunset invited you two, Twilight(obviously), Rarity and Applejack. And you thought, why not? It’s been two years. Might as well. And it sounds like a damn good weekend. Your girlfriend, some of her old friends from high school, good music and camping all weekend? How could you say no?
‘hell yeah, see you then’
>’awesome, can’t wait!’
>You set your phone aside with a smile. Now you can’t wait either. You’re a little bit nervous about seeing the girls after two years of just occasional texting, not to mention the terms you last left off on, but you have no reason to expect the worst. So, with hope, and a shaky sigh, you look forward to next Friday. 
*knock knock knock*
>Your eyes jolt open at the sudden sound coming from the front door. You check the time again, 8:38 PM. 
>Not that late but still, who the fuck wants to see you at this hour? 
>You throw on boxers and pajama pants, along with a plain white t-shirt. You’ll have to throw these in the washer later. Oh well.
>You make the short trip to the door, undisturbed by another set of knocks. Whoever it is, at least they’re patient. 
>The lack of tension and your general droopiness makes you forget to check the peephole. You undo the two locks and open the doo-
>”Please don’t close the door.”
>You blink twice. Trying to register who’s in front of you. The more you stare, the more you can’t believe it. It’s not hard to cut people out of your life. But it’s also not hard to waltz back into someone's life if you want to. 
>The only girl you haven’t talked to since high school is standing in the hallway of your apartment complex. A pink hand reaches out to you. Not to touch you, just to motion for your attention and tell you to wait. 
>You let the shock melt away from your face, and your stare turns to one of apathy and resentment. It’s all you have left for her. 
>She opens her mouth to speak but when her spectacled eyes meet yours, the words don’t come out. Her tied-up hair is already way less poofy than you remember, yet it somehow gets even less so at the sight of you. Her gray sweater and dark blue jeans look nothing like what she used to wear. If you were an idiot, you wouldn’t recognize her. But you’re not. There’s no mistaking who showed up at your door at 8:38 PM.
“What the fuck do you want?”
>The timber of your voice makes her shrink back. You recognize the sight. But what you don’t recognize is her rebound. After recoiling from you, she stands up straight, sets her jaw, and keeps her eyes up and looking at you.
>”I want you to listen. Just give me two minutes, and I promise you’ll never see me again. And I want you to know that I get it now.”
>She looks down now, but not out of fear or sorrow. She’s reflecting. She pauses, but she doesn’t let you speak over her when she starts again.
>”I understand now. I get why everyone did what they did, and why you said what you said. And why what I did was wrong. Because of that, you and everyone else are completely justified in feeling the way they do, and doing what they did. And I can sit here and tell you why it’s not my fault, or tell you you should hate the rest of the girls as much as me. Or tell you why I never said anything until now, but I’m done making excuses. I’m done blaming other people. And I’m done being irresponsible. So from the bottom of my heart, I’m so sorry for what I did to you.”
>She’s still looking down. ”And as for the girls?” she says shakily.
>Now, her face gets somber. A glint appears in her eyes behind her glasses. She almost reaches up to wipe it away, but she swallows the emotion and blinks it away before it falls.
>”What you think of them is your problem. How they deal with what they did, it’s not on me. Whether or not I ever see them again, that’s their choice. How you treat them because of it is your choice. And how you take everything I’m saying right now, is your choice too. All I know is that, no matter what you do or say, I mean every word of it. As much as I love the girls, I don’t need them to be whole. As much as I want our friendship, I don’t need it to be a good person. I’ve suffered, I’ve learned, and I know I’m a better person because of that. I don’t need a change of heart from you or anyone else to know that I’ve changed mine.”
>She finally looks up at you. Her gaze is strong. As she keeps eye contact, you can tell this isn’t just a poker face. You’re surprised, but you can’t let her know that. She can’t think that she’s scoring any points. Damn it, you never saw this coming.
>You keep your look of indifference. You’ve been staring at her for a solid minute now. Thank God she’s just staring back, not saying anything either. But you break the silence with the only thing that you can think to tell her right now.
“Good for you.”
>With that parting shot, you slam the door. At least she was right about one thing; that was the last time you ever saw Pinkie Pie. 
>You’re back in your apartment, lying down and marinating in your resurfaced emotions. So, she thinks she’s suffered? She doesn't know the first thing about suffering. 
>You’ve still got your phone in hand. It’s been two years, but the more you think about it, the more it seems overdue. With just three numbers, and six witnesses, you could make Pinkie’s life a living Hell.
>Fuck, she’s not the only one that had a good time that night. Hell, the girls might get in trouble just for having been there. 
>This doesn’t sound like a good idea anymore. 
>But son of a bitch, why haven’t you spent the last two years thinking about this? Talking about it with the girls? What the fuck have you been doing? What’s going through your head? 
>That doesn’t matter. It’s time to take action. You open up Sunset’s messages on your phone again, and as you think of exactly what to tell her, you say ‘fuck it’ and start texting.
>If you’re smart about this, and work together with the other girls, you can make this work. You just hope you’re not in way over your head.
>”Anon?”
>Fluttershy steps out of the bathroom in a towel, her long pink hair almost going to her knees when it’s freshly wet. She looks at you with curiosity, then at the time on the microwave. 
>”Who was at the door?”
“No one. They had the wrong apartment.”
>She looks just a bit suspicious, so you change the subject before she can question you. 
“You know about Starswirl next weekend?”
>”Y-yeah, we’re going with the rest of the girls right?” Mention of the other girls has her a bit worried. 
>You look back down at your text. ‘Pinkie showed up at my door today, and I think we’ve waited too’
“We may or may not have a change of plans.”

--Epilogue--

”God, it’s pretty dark in here.”
>”Tell me about it, Pinkie. They couldn’t have bothered to give you a night light? What a bunch of assholes!” says Brock, your cellmate. Thank God you were able to sneak him into solitary confinement with you. 
“Well, what can you do? We learned the hard way that this place is FULL of buttheads! Like that dyke bitch Gilda who tried to steal my breakfast this morning.”
>”Yeah, well you sure as shit showed her! How did she taste?”
>You smack your scarred lips and reminisce about the warm crimson fluid that filled your mouth when you bit the hand that was reaching for your toast. 
“Gross. I don’t wanna do that again anytime soon.” 
>It took three guards to pull you off her, and when they finally did, you took a finger with you. 
>”It’s a good thing to always trust your instincts. They’ll never let you down, unlike those so-called ‘friends’ who ratted you out.” Brock spits with the same expressionless face he always wears.
“Hey. Leave them out of this. They’re not so bad. I deserve this.” 
>”Are you shitting me Pinkie? Look at you! Look around at where they put you! You’re just gonna sit here and take it? I thought you weren’t a pussy! Make them pay!”
>You take his advice and look at the dark, damp, almost empty padded cell you’re trapped in. You stand to look at the small glass window in the door. It shows off just enough of your reflection to see your completely straight hair and gloomy, baggy eyes. All tied together in the thing you look the worst in: a frown.
>You turn away from the sight you hate, and reach into your hair for some comfort. You pull out a lemon zest cupcake that you’ve been saving for a rainy day. It feels like you’re always eating your emergency cupcakes nowadays. And they never work to cheer you up. But you have gained 5 pounds.
>The sour-sweet frosting takes you back to about a year ago. The trial went on for a month. There was almost no evidence against you, but just the accusation got you fired from your job at a shitty jewelry company.
>It was their word against yours, six against one. The night went down two years ago, so there was nothing to look for at your parents house, the only development there is your father won’t even look at you anymore. It felt like the trial was never gonna go anywhere. Until the universe just decided to drill you a new asshole. 
>Investigation revealed the one thing that would prove your guilt: your son, Key Lime Pie. A paternity test confirmed what you already knew, and what you tried to keep quiet. Anon is his father. The 9% chance for your birth control to fail kicked in that night, against all odds. You should have fucking aborted him, but you’ve wanted to be a mom for as long as you could remember, and those two years you spent with him and your sisters to help raise him were the best two years of your life. 
>His date of birth lined up with the story the girls told, so they admitted to everything on their end, and took their punishments in stride. Sunset, Twilight, Rainbow Dash and you ended up on the Canterlot Sex Offender Registry. Fluttershy, Rarity, and Applejack are on probation for not saying anything until then, while Sunset and Twilight were in police custody for a year. You hear they took it like champs, though. 
>You and Dash got four years in the hammer for rape in the second degree. So now you get to sit here, festering in your self-loathing and rage for half your twenties, and hope to God Anon and Fluttershy are taking care of Key Lime. Dash stuck with you as much as she could, often to her own detriment. This morning, when you bit Gilda, she started wailing on the guards along with you. That didn’t go too well.
>”Yo, Pinkie, I hear Dash is in solitary too.” says Brock. You look back at the red brick you snuck in from your original cell, a cartoon face scribbled onto it with pink crayon. 
“No shit, Sherlock.”
>”See, now she’s a good friend, she’d never leave you out to dry.” 
“Well, you’re finally right about something.”
>You don’t know if you were just blissfully optimistic or stupid to think that you’d get off scott-free after opening up to Anon. You had two years of freedom. Sure, you were pretty lonely without the girls, and the most unhappy you had ever been, but at least you had your family. So you do some thinking, some growing, and realize just how much you fucked up. Just how cruel it was to do that to him, and get your friends in on it too. So you did the thing that always seemed to work; you apologized. Completely sincerely. And how does he repay you?
>With a knife in your back, with all your old friends at his side, each of them ready and willing to take the fall, just to see you behind bars. You can’t fucking stand it. 
>You clench your fist until your nails draw blood, and take it out on the only thing in the room. You grab Brock by his stupid, inanimate face and start to squeeze. 
>”Whoa! W-wait! Pinkie! I thought we was friends!” he pleads fruitlessly. Cracks are already starting to form on him.
“Yeah, I thought I had friends too.”
>With one more squeeze, Brock turns to dust in your palm. Growing up on a rock farm has its perks. 
>You wipe your hands of the residue and try to calm down. It’s the least you can do. You could break out if you wanted to, you know that much, and Dash would help you. But you just don’t care enough anymore. All you want to do is get back to living with your sisters and learning to not depend on other people for your happiness. And, of course, see Key Lime again. That little cutie, even with all the trouble he’s caused for you, you can’t deny you love him, and more than anything, you want to be a good mother for him. You can’t do that if you’re on the run. He’s worth all the suffering in the world. So you lay down in your uncomfortable cot, close your eyes, and try not to think about how much you hate your life right now. It’s gonna be a long four years.