>>25942113 "Sure, I'll play." >Strip everything >Rainbow shields her eyes with a hand, peeking through a finger >"Anon! Holy shit, dude! You're supposed to wait until you lose to strip!" "Who said anything about playing by the rules? I'm going in naked from the get go and you'll have to score points to get me to put my clothes back on." >"Okay, yeah, I can see how that would be a better game! Fuck!"
>>25942113 "'Strip penalty shootout?'" "Jesus Christ Rainbow, how do you even come up with this stuff?" > "So... You're chicken. Hah, I knew it." "Oh, you're on." > You know exactly what you've gotten yourself into, as there is literally no chance of you beating the CHS soccer champion. > Still, you'd rather put up a struggle rather than just walk away. > "Ha, good luck!" Rainbow says with a giant smirk. "I'm going first." > "Go right ahead, it's your funeral." > You both walk over to one of the soccer nets. > You position the ball at one of the penalty lines, and Rainbow heads over to the net. > It's getting a bit late out, and thus a bit chilly. > You gulp, and take a few steps back in preparation for your first shot. "You ready?" you nervously ask. > "Hit me." > You run towards the ball at full speed. > You aren't the fastest runner around, but definitely not the slowest either. > As you are just a few steps away from the ball, you prepare to go in for a kick. > You aim for the center, but you accidentally miss, and hit the ball on the side. > Preparing yourself for the worst, your heart sinks. > If you can't even hit the ball right, how can you possibly even stand a chance? > The ball begins to fly way off to the side, but to your surprise, it begins to curve... > Rainbow sees this, and dives to where she thinks the ball will be. > However, the shot was just too perfect. > As Rainbow jumps towards the incoming ball, her hands just barely miss, and the ball flies straight into one of the corners of the net. > You stand there, your mouth wide open. > You... Actually landed a shot... > Maybe you do have a chance?
>>25942113 >Anon starts playing soccer with her. >She kicks his ass. >He's slow, his reflexes are shit, and he doesn't seem to have any real drive. >Then she kicks a ball right for his face. >Suddenly he flashes back to the war. >There is is, surrounded by the enemy. >Fire coming in from all sides. >He has to move. >He grabs the ball out of the air and throws it back at Rainbow Dash with such blinding speed that it breaks her nose. >Anon rips off his shirt and starts running around the field, screaming something about a guy named Johnson. >The girls try to calm him down, but he escapes into the forest. >Nobody saw him for a week.
>>25943969 > Your shock quickly turns into excitement. "Ha, take THAT!" > "What?! Lucky shot." "You bet your ass it was. Now take your jacket off." > "No way, creep." "Hey, it was your idea to play this." > Rainbow's face turns bright red from anger. > "Fine." She says, grinding her teeth. > She takes her blue jacket off, and throws it to the side. > "Go," she says, as she picks up the ball. > You exchange places with her, and she puts the ball down on the penalty line. > You prepare yourself, as she walks back a good ten steps. "I'm rea-" > Rainbow doesn't wait for you to finish, and immediately breaks into a sprint. > In a flash, she kicks the ball with all her rage. > You duck. > The ball flies at a supersonic speed, and whizzes right past you, hitting the exact center of the net. > You were lucky that you ducked, or else it would've hit you right in the face. > "Now THATS a shot." "Calm down Rainbow, you nearly killed me." > Rainbow doesn't seem angry anymore, but now she's standing proudly, as if she'd just won the game. > "Aaanyways, off with your shirt." "Rules are rules..." You mumble. > You take off your shirt, revealing your lightly-toned chest. > You aren't very muscular, and you're a bit embarrassed to have Rainbow see you like this. > However, she doesn't really seem to care. > "Your turn," she says.
>>25944974 Why can't girls in baggy t-shirts actually be this pretty? Every girl I see who isn't in unflattering skin-tight spandex or unflattering sweaters is in a fucking t-shirt, and none of them even look this good.
>>25944889 > You both swap places once again. > You take a few steps back, and lean on one leg. > You take a few deep breaths in preparation for your next shot. "Focus, Anon." "You can do this." > "Just shoot already!" You hear Rainbow shout. "Ready?" > "Just go!" > You run at the ball and kick, this time, aiming for side of the ball rather than the center. > You feel a good shot coming. > This is gonna be good... > You hit the ball, and your heart sinks once again. > Maybe it was your ego, or maybe you simply suck, but you just barely graze the ball with a reckless amount of energy. > The ball flies way off into the side, and you see it disappear into some shrubs and bushes. > "AHAHA! Haha! ha!" > Rainbow is lying on the ground, bawling with laughter. > "And I thought for a minute you were good!" "Whatever. I'll get the ball," you say in a disappointed tone. > Walking off the field, you shiver a bit from the cold. > You also notice how it's getting darker by the minute. > You arrive at where you last saw the ball go; a few shrubs near the edge of a wooded trail. > It's a bit hard to see anything through the darkness, but you manage to catch a glimpse of the ball. > It's nested deep in one of the bushes. > You try to reach for it, parting the bush with one hand, and reaching in with the other. "Shit!" > You jolt your arm back, now stained with a decent amount of blood. "Fucking thorns!" > The back of your right palm was cut, trailing a few inches down the back of your arm. > "Hey, what's taking so long?" You hear Rainbow exclaim in the distance. "Nothing, almost got it!" You shout back.
>>25946749 > "Don't make me come over there!" "I won't, just lemme get it." > You think of other possible ways to get the ball. > You feel your right arm throb a tiny bit, and this gives you an idea. > You head back up to the field. > "Got it?" > Ignoring her, you pick up the shirt you dropped, and you wrap it around your bleeding arm. > You go back to the bush, and attempt to get the ball out once more. > This time, your arm is insulated with your t-shirt, so you won't get cut again. > You reach in as far as you can, and your fingers just gently graze the ball. "God..." > You reach in harder "Fucking..." > You hear the sound of the thorns tearing at your shirt. > You feel the ball, and grab it. "Damn it!" > You pull your arm out, with such force that you stumble to the ground. > The ball now lies beside you, and have a look at your arm. > Your shirt still covers it, but you can now see holes all over it. > It's also absorbed a bit of blood, which looks very noticeable as a dark red stain on the light gray shirt. > "Whoa..." > You turn around, to see a stunned Rainbow standing there. > "Are you ok?" She gently asks. "Yeah, just a few thorns." "I'm fine." > "You sure?" "Yeah. I got the ball, lets go."
>>25947207 > You both walk back onto the field, and it's getting very hard to see. "Wait here, I'll get the lights." > At the corners of the field stand four huge lamps, overgrown with vines and greenery. > "Power's there," Rainbow tells you, as she points to one of the lamps. "Thanks." > You walk over to the lamp, and sure enough, a power box is attached to it. > You open it up, and see two buttons; labelled POWER, and RESTART. > You press the button labeled POWER, and one by one, the lamps light up. > The field is now illuminated, and you can see perfectly. "Got it," you say as you walk over to the net. > "Yeah, I know, I'm not blind." > Point taken. > "Ready?" "Go." > Rainbow walks a few steps back, and rushes at the ball once again. > She hits it, but it doesn't go nearly as fast as it did her first shot. > You can see it flying through the air. > It's going left. > You jump, extending your hands out to where the ball is headed. > You feel something hit them. > Landing on the ground from your dive, you see the ball bounce a few times, before coming to a gentle halt. > You stopped the ball. > "What?" Rainbow says, bewildered. > You chuckle. > Rainbow comes to her senses. > "No way! No one stops my shots!" "Your turn."
>>25947887 > "This isn't over," Rainbow mumbles. > You swap places with her once more, and position yourself for yet another shot. > You don't take too much time to prepare, as that didn't turn out too well for you last time. "Ready?" > "You don't have to ask every time, sheesh." "Fine, I won't." > You run towards the ball, aiming for the side again. > As you are about to kick, you close your eyes. > You hear your foot hit the ball. > Then, you hear the ball bounce. > You open your eyes, and look at the scene. > You smile. > The ball is lying smack in the middle of the net, with Rainbow lying right next to it. "That's how it's DONE!" > No response. > You have a closer look, and you see that Rainbow is holding her face. "Shit..." > You run over to the net, realizing that you've hit her with that shot. "Oh my God," you say as you approach her. "I'm so sorry..." > "Fuck you." > "Hitting me is one thing, but BEING HAPPY about it?" "What? Rainbow, I didn't see I hit you, I closed my eyes when I took the shot." > "Yeah right." "No, I swear!" "I'd never do that on purpose." > "I'm done playing," she says as she gets up.
>>25950123 > She walks over to her jacket, and puts it on. > She then heads over to the bleachers, and sits down right next to where she left her backpack. > You put your torn up shirt on, and walk over to her. > You sit down right next to her. “I told you, I’m sorry that I hit you.” > “Yeah, I know.” “I didn’t mean to laugh at it either, I didn’t see what happened.” > “Yep.” > You sit in silence for a bit. > Rainbow eventually opens up her backpack, and pulls out a can of beer. “You carry alcohol to school?” > “Mhm,” she says as she opens the can. > She takes a sip. > “Want some?” She asks as she offers you the can. “Sure.” > You take a mouthful, and give it back to her. “You know you didn’t really tell me why you challenged me at this.” > “Yep.” “You wanna maybe tell me now?” > She sighs, and takes another sip. > “To be honest, well, I kinda wanted to… Show off.” > “I thought you looked pretty bad at the game, so I thought you were an easy target.” “In other words, you were picking on me?” > “Well, kinda...” > You move your hand towards her, motioning for her to pass you the beer. > She gives you the can, and you take another sip.
>>25950123 Go on. Also >Anon gets stabbed by thorns to get the ball that Rainbow kicked and is still bleeding. >Rainbow still wants to play. >Anon accidently kicks the ball in her face while his eyes are closed. >Apologizes right away and made sure she was okay. >Tells him to go fuck himself and quits playing. >top cunt strikes again.
>>25950154 > You sit in silence together, taking turns sipping from the can. > "By the way, is your arm fine?" Rainbow eventually says. "Yeah, it stopped bleeding a while ago." > Rainbow lightly tosses the can to the side. > "It's empty." > "Got the time?" > You take your phone out from your pocket, and turn the screen on. "8:42. It's getting pretty late, huh." > You put your phone back into your pocket. > "Yeah... You have a car, right?" > You're honestly quite surprised that Rainbow considers that pile of trash a car. "Sure, it's in the parking lot." > "Well... Could you drive me home?" "Yeah, of course." > You get off the bleachers, and motion Rainbow to follow you. > It's a short walk, and in no time you are standing in front of your car. > It's an old Honda, and a lot of the once-black paint has been eaten away by a fine coating of rust. "Yeah, I know, it's shit." > "Hey, at least you have a car." "True." > You hop in the driver seat, and Rainbow walks over to the front door on the other side of the car. > She tries to open it, but it doesn't budge. "It's broken, lemme get if for you." > From the inside of the car, you lean over to the door, and open it. "Only opens from the inside." > "Uh-uh..." > She sits down, and you start the car up. "Where to?"
>>25957342 > "312 Sunset Drive." > It's not far from where you live, and you recognize the street name. > You pull out of the parking lot, and drive off. > You drive in silence, trying to focus on the road. > "Can I turn on some music?" "I'd rather not, I hate that stuff on the radio." > "Alright." > Rainbow gently leans her head on the window, and closes her eyes. > The rest of the ride takes about ten minutes, and you watch the road as Rainbow rests. > Eventually, you pull over right next to her house. "You awake?" You ask. > You don't get a response. > You gently nudge Rainbow's shoulder, and she lifts her head up off the window. > "Huh...?" "We're here." > "Oh, alright..." > She opens the door, and begins to get out of the car. > "Hey, Anon," she says as she turns her head towards you. > "Thanks for the ride." > "And for tonight," she adds. > You don't really know how to respond, so you just smile. "My pleasure," you eventually say. > "See ya in class?" "See ya." > She gets out, and shuts the door. > As she walks off, you start up your car again. > You sigh. > You're all alone again. > You drive over to your house, just a few blocks away.
>you sneak into your house, as not to wake your dad. >"welcome back, son" >FUCK. Act cool, anon > "what happened to your arm? Are you alright, anon?" I'm fine, I just fell down >"yeah? Bullshit. Let me see it." >slowly walk to your dad >"what's that smell?" I... >"Is that fucking beer on your breath?! What the fuck are you doing drinking and driving, anon?"
>>25963794 >>25965384 >>25965428 Do you faggots really think he's going to stop unless you explicitly ask for more every single damn post? I understand encouragement but learn to read the fucking pattern, damn.
>>25963048 > You park your car in the driveway, and walk up to your house. > You unlock the door, and walk right in. > Your house is moderate-sized, with two, small floors. > The first floor has a living room, a washroom, and a kitchen, while the second floor has another washroom, and a bedroom. > After taking off your shoes, you head over to the living room. > You throw yourself down on the couch, and turn on the TV. > You check the time. > 9:16. > You have a few hours to kill, and so you decide to watch a movie. > Flipping through the various genres on Netflix, you settle on the first comedy that you find. > You turn it on, get a bit more comfortable, and relax. > You chuckle a bit here and there, but the movie doesn't turn out to be much good. > It doesn't really seem to have much of a plot, and most of the characters are just there for comical effect. > About thirty minutes into the movie, your mind begins to drift off. > You start to think about what happened today. > Rainbow was quite popular at your school, and you were mostly just a loner. > Still, you both seemed to have a pretty good time together. > It dawns upon you that you're excited to see her tomorrow. > A bit nervous, but excited nonetheless. > Your stomach grumbles. > You haven't really eaten anything today, have you? > You put the movie on pause, and head over to the kitchen. > As you open your fridge, you are disappointed to see how empty it is. "Half-eaten taco, syrup, rotten banana..." You list to yourself. > You search around some more, and find some leftovers in a takeout box. > There's a bit of rice left, as well as some noodles. > You put the food on a plate, and heat it up in your microwave. > While you wait, you find yourself a mostly-full water bottle to drink.
>>25966924 > The microwave sounds. > You take your food out, grab a fork, and sit down at the dinner table, right next to your water bottle. > You put a forkful of noddles in your mouth, only to spit it out. "Shit!" > The food is steaming hot, and you've just burnt your tongue. > You leave your food to cool down, and return to the couch to finish the movie. > It still sucks. > A few minutes later, you put it on pause again and head off to the dinner table. > You taste a small bit of food to check if it's still hot. > It's perfect, not too hot, and not too cold. > You finish up the rest of the food, and drink some of the water. > You put the dirty plate in the sink, and go back to finish off your movie. > You find it quite boring, and the couch quite comfortable. > Before you know it, it's getting hard to keep your eyes open. > The movie eventually ends, and the only sound left in your house is the gentle buzz coming from your heater. > Closing your eyes, you remember how calm Rainbow looked when she was asleep in your car. > You wish she were here, with you... > You fall asleep.
>>25968809 > Your phone's alarm rings. "Ughhh..." You moan. > You reach for your phone, still in the pocket of your pants. > You pull it out, and turn on the screen. > You turn off the alarm, and lie back down on the couch. > About five minutes pass, and you decide to get up. > You stretch, and begin your morning routine. > First off, you head upstairs, into your room. > You grab a set of clean clothes, and head off into the washroom. > You brush your teeth first, then quickly undress, and walk into the shower. > While showering, you rub some of the warm water into your eyes, and this helps wake you up. > After you're done washing yourself, you dry yourself off, and put on the new set of clothes. > The set consists of some old jeans, and a black shirt, which looks a bit big on you. > You head back downstairs. > Breakfast time. > Scavenging the kitchen, you find a bit of milk and some old cereal. > You grab yourself a bowl, and combine the two. > There isn't much milk, and thus most of the cereal remains dry. > After finishing your meal, you grab your backpack, put on some shoes, and head off outside. > It's still partially dark out, and also a bit chilly. > Maybe you should've put on a hoodie. > Nonetheless, you head off to the bus stop. > You decide to take a shortcut, through a forest trail. > The trail begins just a block away, and ends almost directly at the bus stop. > Soon enough, you arrive at the trail, and step onto the narrow dirt road. > It's mid-spring, and you can't help but notice how beautiful the trail is this time of year. > The trees are bright green, and the smell of blooming flowers fills the air. > You admire the greenery, and in no time, you are at the end of the trail. > You walk back on to the sidewalk, and turn left towards the bus stop.
>>25970861 > You walk for a bit, and before you know it, you're at the stop. > There are already a few other students here; the DJ girl, and the freshman trio that always follow each other around. > You walk over to the back of the bus stop, and find a comfortable place to stand as you wait. > A bit of time goes by, and a few more people come to the stop. > There's that eco kid who's about twice your size, and that crazy friend of Rainbow's. > As the last of the students arrive, you catch a glimpse of the bus in the distance. "Took it long enough," you mutter. > You walk to the front of the stop. > The bus approaches, and the rest of the students clump up behind you. > It comes to a screeching halt, and the doors open right in front of you. > You walk on, searching for an empty seat. > You find one right in the middle of the bus, and sit down. > You move over to the window seat, and you place your backpack in the empty spot. > You glance outside, and wait for everyone else to have a seat. > "Anon, right?" > You turn your head. > It's that friend of Rainbows, the one who throws parties all the time. "Yeah." > "Seat taken?" She asks as she points to your backpack. "No, go right ahead." > You move your backpack to your lap, and she sits down. > "Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie, but most people just call me Pinkie." "Nice to meet you." > The bus starts moving.
>>25972149 > "You know, you look different from what I thought you'd look like." "What's that?" > "Well, Rainbow told me a bit about you yesterday." > Upon hearing this, your heartbeat rises. "What'd she say?" You ask, trying to keep your cool. > "Not much, she just mentioned that you were really good at soccer." "That's all?" > "Yeah, pretty much." > You relax. "Oh." > "Yeah, I just thought you'd look a bit more athletic or something." "Alright." > "You know, you can't be such a loner." "I'm sorry?" > You just met this girl, and now she's telling you what you can and can't do. > "Like you always sit alone at lunch and stuff..." "Yeah, that's my choice." > "You just look pretty lonely." "I don't mind it." > You've been alone for as long as you can remember, and you've grown quite used to it. > You find it rather nice, you don't have to deal with other people, and other people don't have to deal with you. > "Well, anyways, I'm throwing a party this weekend, you should totally come!" > You think about it, and you have nothing else planned for the weekend. "I'll think about it." "When is it?" > "Here, I'll text you the time so you don't forget." > "What's your number?" She asks as she gives you her contact list on her phone. > You create a new contact, and type in your number. "There," you say as you finish. "Thanks for the invitation," you add.
>>25978986 > "No problem!" She says with a huge smile. > She opens up her backpack, digs around a bit, and pulls out a... cupcake? > "Cupcake?" She offers. "No thanks," you respond. > "Okey doke!" > You proceed to stare out the window as Pinkie eats her food. > Every day you pass by the same homes, the same roads, yet each time you see them, you notice something oddly new. > One day you found that House 87 got a new set of lamps. > Another day you noticed someone put a birdhouse up near a public park. > It's these little things that makes time on the bus fly by. > Before you know it, the bus reaches it's final stop. > Canterlot High. > The bus doors open, and everyone clusters up to get off. > Pinkie stands up, and puts on her backpack. > You do the same. > You see a brief opening in the cluster, which is immediately closed by some kid shoving his way through. > Eventually, you both manage to get off the bus, despite all the pushing that took place. > As you step onto the sidewalk, you take a good look at your school. > It looks as grand as ever. > It's one giant building, with towering walls, and one main entrance. > It resembles a castle more than a school. > "I gotta go that way, so cya Anon!" She says, pointing to the right. "Bye Pinkie." > "Oh, don't forget about the party!" She adds in an excited tone. "I won't." > You walk towards the school, and feel your phone vibrate. > You pull it out, to see that Pinkie has sent you a text. > You unlock your phone, and read it. > [ 9 PM Saturday, 200 Maple Lane :) ] [ I'll be there. ]
>>25983122 > You check the time, and put your phone away. > It's 7:58, and class starts at 8:05. > Having nothing better to do, you decide to go and wait in your classroom. > You walk into the school, and turn left into one of the many tall, arched hallways. > You walk to the near-end of the hallway, and turn towards a door. > It's labelled "PHYSICS", in tiny white letters. > Welcome to period 1. > You try at the handle, only to find that the door is locked. > You take your phone out, and check the time again. > 8 o'clock. > You lean on the wall, and decide to play some random game on your phone. > A few minutes pass, and the bell rings. > "Good morning CHS," your principal says over the PA. > "Here are your morning announcements for today..." > You keep playing your game, as your classmates begin to group up near the door one by one. > A few try the door, still locked. > A few more minutes pass, and your entire classroom is waiting outside of the door. > Bored with your game, you put your phone away and simply wait for your professor. > As you do so, you catch a glimpse of him calmly walking towards your classroom. > His name is Professor Discord, but most people just call him Sir. > He's about fifty, and he's wearing a slightly worn-out brown suit. > His most noticeable features, however, are his crazy hair, and his long, white beard. > "How good to see you, everyone!" he says sarcastically, pushing his way through the class to unlock the door. > He pulls out a key, and unlocks it. > He opens it, and dramatically holds out his hand, signalling the class to get in.
>>25984971 > You walk inside, and sit down at your desk, near the back of the classroom. > The desks are paired into twos, and you sit beside the 'muffin girl,' Derpy. > The rest of the class, including Derpy, walk in and sit down. > Discord closes the door, and walks to the blackboard at the very front. > "What a quiet morning," he exclaims. > "Why, you all look dead! Where's the fun in that?" > You hear the class moan. > "Ooh, I know what will cheer you all up," he says with a huge grin on his face. > You don't like where this is going. > "Homework check!" > You hear the class moan yet again, louder this time. "Shit..." you mutter. > You spent most of yesterday with Rainbow, and you haven't done any of your homework. "Hey, Derpy, can I copy you real quick?" You ask quietly. > "Sure Anon!" She says, passing you two sheets of lined paper. > You quickly take out your own paper, and begin to copy. > Knowing Derpy, you figure that most of the answers are incorrect, but it's better than having nothing. > "Alright, let's go around, shall we?" You hear Discord say. > He walks up to the front of the classroom, and begins to work his way to the back. > You write as fast as you can, and you're almost done copying half of the first page. > "Uh-uh..." > "Very good, Maud!" > He's getting closer to you. > You're almost done a page. > "Not done, Vinyl?" > "See me after class." > You finish the first page, and give it back to Derpy. "Thanks, by the way."
>>25987066 > "No problem, Anon!" She joyfully responds. > You go back to copying down the answers. > You're almost done. > Just a few more left, five... four... > Unfortunately, you're too focused to see the professor approach you. > "Anon." > You look up in shock, only to see Discord standing right in front of you. > Busted. > This isn't the first time you haven't done your work. > He chuckles a bit. > "Did you REALLY think I wouldn't notice?" > You don't know what to say. > You just stare at your paper. > "No answer? No excuse?" "No Sir." > "Then I do expect to see both you and your little friend here after class." > Great, now you got Derpy into trouble. > "Understood?" "Yeah." > "And you, Derpy?" > "Yeah..." She replies. > She sounds a bit sad. > She's one of the good kids in your class, and even though she doesn't have the highest grades, she still tries her best. > "Very well," Discord says before walking back to the blackboard. "Sorry, Derpy." > "Aw, it's not your fault Anon." > "You would've done the same for me."
>>25995077 > You can't help but crack a gentle smile. > "Now, let's resume our lesson," Discord says. > "Open up your textbooks to page 341." > Discord spends the rest of the class talking about magnetic fields. > After what happened, you try your best to listen, but find it very hard to do so. > You stare at your textbook, and zone out... > You think about your other classes. > Period 2 you have Calculus, followed by lunch. > Period 3 is Law, and then your last class of the day is English. > You then think about Rainbow. > You have only one class with her, and that's period 4. > "Psst! Hey Anon!" Derpy whispers to you as she taps your shoulder. "Huh?" You ask, dazed. > "The bell rung!" > You were zoned out for so long that you didn't even hear it. "Oh, right." > You start to pack up your bag, as almost everyone leaves the room. > "Anon, Derpy, and Miss Scratch," you hear Discord say, just as you finish zipping up your backpack. > Ah, crap. > You entirely forgot about earlier. > You look around, and see that you three are the only ones left in the room. > "Vinyl, and Derpy, you're free to go - with a warning." > "As for you, Anon, I have something much more... delightful planned." > You lie back in your chair, and sigh. > "Good luck Anon," Derpy whispers to you. > Vinyl walks out the class, and Derpy follows.
>>25996124 > "Ah! Just you and I," Discord says as he closes the door after Derpy. > He dramatically paces across the classroom, stopping as he reaches one of the windows. "Sir, I kinda have class starting soon..." > "Why of course! I'll make it quick." > "Now, one of the cafeteria ladies is away for vacation." > "For whatever reason, I was supposed to give up my precious lunch time to fill in, but I have a much better idea." > "Seeing as you rarely do your work, I only feel that it is necessary for me to punish you." > "Either you work in the cafeteria in my stead for the rest of the week, or you will spend all of tomorrow in the office." "You're kidding." > "Oh, I do assure you that I am not." > "Just picture it - Anon, the star lunch lady." > "Why, you'd be like a superhero!" > Discord can't help but laugh at the thought of this. > Your teacher is an asshole, but there isn't much that you can do about it. > There's no point in arguing with him, and you decide that you'd rather give up your lunch a couple of times than spend a whole day doing nothing in the office. "Fine," you say. > "Excellent! Come see me in the teacher's lounge as soon as lunch starts." > "You may go now," he says as he walks off towards his desk. > You grab your backpack, and head towards the door. > "Goodbye Anon!" "Bye Sir..." you mumble. > You walk into the hall, and begin making your way to your second period class. > Calculus with Mr. Cranky.
>>26001263 The idea that rainbow has no idea on how to interact with a wheel bound Anon and constantly tries to cheer him up only to insult him by bringing attention to his disability is super fucked up.
Is anyone else extremely disappointed that the writefag decided to go with this romantic comedy snooze-fest instead of just giving us sports-centred public nudity smut like any healthy-minded anon would've wanted? I mean EqG public nudity is muh fetish (probably due in no small part to the EqG edit threads) and this makes me want to drive my head up the wall.
>>26005228 >You scored >That first, lucky point was all it took to throw her completely off her game >Your constant mocking did little to help her growing frustration >Finally, the score a pride-shattering 10-0 (she played the socks, shoes and wristbands game), she stood before you stark naked >You had trashed the Dash >Panties underneath bicycle shorts was strange, but you weren't going to question it >Well, you did, but whatever >It all paid off in the end >Face beet red and angry she stood there crossing her arms, just below the breasts after you had admonished her for trying to cover up >She looked like she wanted to cry >The crushing loss was probably more humiliating than her nudity at the moment >You had taken a sadistic glee in what you had planned as the game-ending point, in the offer you made her upon losing >She took the bait, putting everything into her game to get the chance to put her clothes back on in one round >The ball had grazed off the side of your foot, you cursing your poor aim until the telltale woosh of the net sunk her hopes and revitalized yours >She had been presented with two options >A) You take a picture and tell the whole school how you had beaten the captain of all the sports teams in a massive blowout, ruining her reputation >B) You conveniently forget this happened, at the expense of her walking home like this, her clothes would be a trophy of your victory tonight
>>26005696 >She had taken the latter option >In the freezing evening air, she decided to walk home >Deciding to be a gentleman, you escorted her there >From the warmth of your slow moving car >Half the town's nightlife must have seen her >The shame was palpable when walked past her neighbors, an elderly church-going couple in their rocking chairs on the front porch >With a smile, you wave to her from your car "See you at school tomorrow, RD." >She was going to be in for a surprise when she finds out you sent the video out to every jock in Crystal Prep, who would in turn send it over to every jock in Canterlot High >A grin creeps its way onto your face >You never said you weren't going to brag to another school >You're a real asshole, Anonymous
Likely not what you wanted, but my mind-boner just sprang to life.
But this particular instance of the story isn't really grabbing me. I'm sure some people like it, but I just find the whole thing way too awkward and depressing. It's too "real" for me. The whole thing feels like it's leading toward realistic teen pregnancy or suicide or something.
So, just saying, it's not what I'm looking for, but that doesn't necessarily mean I think it's "bad" exactly.
>>25999665 > You walk hastily, trying to make it to class on time. > You're not sure how long you have until you're late, but judging by the near-empty halls, the bell will ring soon. > Luckily, you keep all of your books in your bag, so you don't have to waste any time going to your locker. > The math hall is also quite close to your physics classroom. > You start walking a bit faster. > You weave your way through the maze of hallways, and arrive at your class just as the bell rings. > You open up the door, and walk inside. > Almost everyone is already here, and a few people turn their heads towards you as you enter. > Your teacher doesn't seem to notice, however. > Instead, he just scribbles some math problems on the blackboard. > You go to your desk, and sit down. > Unlike in Discord's class, the desks here are by themselves, spaced out evenly. > Your desk is close to the front, right next to a window. > "Alright..." Cranky says as finishes writing down the last problem. > "Let's begin." > "Today, we're gonna continue yesterday's lesson on derivatives..." > "Who can answer question 1 here?" > The class remains silent. > You stare at the blackboard, and your stomach rumbles. > A bowl of cereal isn't exactly the most filling food. > Too bad you're missing lunch thanks to Discord. > "No one? How about you, Maud?" Cranky eventually says, breaking the silence. > "Sure," she replies, in a monotone voice. > She goes up to the board, and begins to write down the answer. > She takes her sweet time, showing all the steps to her work. > Bored, you turn around and look through the window. > It's gotten brighter outside, and there isn't a cloud in sight. > Too bad you're stuck here.
>>26010264 > After taking up those questions, Cranky shows the class a powerpoint prepared with today's lesson. > You try your best to listen, but just end up starting out the window. > The presentation ends quickly, and Cranky goes on to assign some homework. > You spent the rest of class time trying to finish it. > There are a few questions that you don't get, so you just skip them. > As you're working on the the last few questions, the bell rings. > "Class dismissed." Cranky says. > You pack your bag, and walk into the hallway. > It's lunchtime, and the halls are crowded with people walking towards the caf. > Pushing your way through, you head back to physics to see Discord. > You take a different path from what you took earlier, just because you feel like it. > After a bit of walking, you arrive at the classroom, and knock on the door. > You hear a bit of rustling inside, followed by the sound of footsteps coming towards you. > "Ah, Anon!" Discord exclaims as he opens the door. > "Seven minutes late! I was getting rather worried..." "Sorry Sir." > "Follow me," he says, walking into the hall, closing the door behind him. > He starts to walk towards the back of the cafeteria, and you follow. > Before you know it, you arrive at a small door labelled "KITCHEN". > He pulls out a key, and unlocks it. > "Come in," he tells you. > Discord holds the door for you, and you walk inside. > You're in a small room filled with ovens, stoves, and sinks. > The room also has another door in it, leading to the cafeteria counter. > The door opens, and an old-looking woman walks in. > "He's all yours," Discord tells her, before walking away. > "Oh-kay then, yew must be Anon." > She has a squeaky voice, and a southern accent. "Yes ma'am"
>>25942113 Nice a thread missing a writefag. Now it's my time.
>>"Hey anon, how about a little game of strip penalty shootout?" >>"Or are you just too chicken?" >Did she seriously ask you the master of football to a game of strip football? >You take a deep breath and glare at Rainbow like she's lost her mind. >She's just a girl so you might as well humor her. "Alright sheila but I ain't going soft." >"That's just the way I like it." >You walk out to the pitch and circle each other. "So how do you yankees decide who goes first?" >"Like this!" >She tries to kick the ball into the goal behind. >You dive to intercept it. >You ponder just what would happen if you we to demolish her in a game of football. >She looks down in defeat >"I guess it's your turn to go." "Damn right it's my turn mate." >You run up to the ball and throw a little spin kick. >As if charging the ball spins for a moment then goes flying into her goal. >She looks in disbelief as the ball swooshes pass. "You wanna know what da lads call me? Dey call me Da Urrican." >"No way! the... the Hurricane! No he's supposed to have moved schools!" >She looks on in dread her face contorting in a look of pure terror. >"Is their a way I can forfeit!" "Sorry lass your fate was sealed the moment you kicked that ball ."
>>26013544 >She somehow swallow's her fear's and sets up another kick. >The winds are blowing of the north of the pitch tonight. >Rainbow dash gives, a rather pathetic warcry and kicks the ball with her pathetic yankee style. >"Yeah! try and block that one!" >Don't mind if I do. >You intercept the ball with your finely chiseled chest. >She looks as her ball drops to the floor. "Hey girl! a piece of advice to your yankee ass," >"Never challenge a brit to his own game" >You rear back and throw a fair bit a power into your lead leg. >Giving a loud and heavy shout, you mash the ball into the air, a single kick is all it takes. >Dash doesn't even seem to move. "Hey girly, don't think I've forgotten about the striping, I just wanna beat yah first." >It seems your taunt worked, she seems very angry now. >"Oh yeah, you uninteglligle bastard!" >"Don't underestaminte the skill of the captain of the soccer team!" "Girl's soccer team." >Today you will remind her. >Dash takes a running start. >And she finally scores. >if you been keeping score correctly and you have. >You have 3, to her ,now, 1. >if you know american girls your almost done here. >That is unless she counts each sock as separate.
>>26014741 Nah son lass is also British and Scottish. Also I've never heard anyone refer to a woman, other than their mother, as mum. Unless of course you're referring something like a soldier calling a woman "mum" then that's more like ma'am.
>>26010285 20-40 minutes is perfectly fair. But taking 18 hours between short posts is like a series of neverending cliffhangers.. when you give up there's just enough that appears to get you waiting again.
>>25970963 It's simple. Anon had something he wanted/needed to do after school ended, so he had to stay later. The bus doesn't come around after a certain hour. So, thinking ahead, he took the car in the morning, so he could take it back home after the activity.
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