run tri.xie

>You're sitting in Sugar Cube Corner next to a window
>In front of you is your laptop, open to a bunch of job listings on Craig's list that need coding skills
>You've worked for some small-time companies making apps or games for some good pay over the weekends, but nothing major
>After all, you're still in your junior year of high school
>But you've been recognized for your skill in the field, seeing especially as how you're self-taught
>Getting jobs that require coding isn't difficult to get, but what is difficult to find are jobs that suit your level of coding
>You found a few jobs, but they might be too much for you to handle
>A starting company needs a program to help them calculate prices and inventory
>A neighboring school needs a program for one of their after school clubs to help organize members, events, and other things
>The list goes on
>Your expertise goes as far as coding for games and making simple programs that any beginner can make
>Should you take these jobs or not?
>You rub the palms of your hand against your face and sigh deeply
>You stare out the window, observing the scenery
>It's a pretty nice day outside today
>Almost clear skies, barely any clouds in sight
>The sun's shining while the birds are soaring throughout the sky
>The people walking by are also enjoying the pleasant day
>As you're blankly watching the people pass by, all of a sudden a very blue blur popped up in front of you
>You jumped in your seat because of it
>It was Trixie, and she had both her hands on her hips and a huge grin on her face
>She was wearing that blue hoodie covered in stars and purple skirt with light blue swirls she commonly wears
>After you recollect yourself, you study her for a second more and look back at your laptop screen
>Not even 10 seconds after looking at your screen, was she already sitting in front of you
>But you didn't look up, seeing as how she's frequently done this
>Honestly, you're so used to seeing her appear out of nowhere that it stopped scaring you after a while
>So why did you jump this time?
>Before you could continue that thought, she cleared her throat rather loudly
>You greeted her, but still didn't look up
"Hey Trixie, what's up?"
>She scoffed, she looks a bit pissed
>"The Great and Powerful Trixie is here before you, and you dare give her such a plebian greeting?"
>You knew that wasn't gonna slide, and you also knew unless you gave her what she wants she isn't gonna stop
>You exhale and roll your eyes
"The Great and Powerful Trixie is here to grace me with her presence. Oh how I am not worthy for this favor. I cannot thank you enough."
>She picked up the hint of sarcasm in your tone
>She crossed her arms and pouted, while staring you down
>You can't help but chuckle at her childish display, seeing as how it was pretty cute when she did it
>She took note of that chuckle as an insult and puffed out her cheeks and turned her head to the side
>You heard a "Hmph!" come out of her as she blew air out her nose
>You smiled, making sure not to make any sounds that remotely resemble laughter
"Alright Trixie, what're ya here for?"
>She turned her head towards you and looked into your eyes
>With her arms still crossed, she leaned over the table, stopping halfway
>You can get a good view of her breasts that were being squeezed together and being pushed up at an angle
>Is it just you, or is she showing a tad more cleavage than usual?
>Through your peripherals, you saw Trixie tracing where your eyes were looking at and cracked a half-smile
>"Trixie is here to allow you gaze upon and admire her beauty and charms."
>She was challenging you, and you accepted
>You also leaned over the table, meeting her halfway
>You had a grin that brimmed with cockiness
>You looked into her eyes
"But I always do that. How about I admire her a bit more, "thoroughly"?"
>You brushed your leg against her's
>You heard a small squeak come out of her
>She became flustered and her face filled up with a crimson red
>She brought up her purse and started rummaging through it to hide her face
>You notice that she still didn't retract her leg, and you could swear she moved it a little closer
>Before you could press on, she dropped a book and a script on the table
>You looked at the book, then at the script, then at Trixie
>She had a huge, innocent grin on
>She was look at you with large, gleaming eyes
>You looked back at the book and the script and opened your mouth, but no words came out
>"Well, go on!"
>You grab the book, "Finding the Eternal Horizon"
>You turned it over reading the summary to learn that this is one of those "Choose Your Adventure" books
>It was about you going on a quest to find a powerful wizard to help stop the destruction of the world
>You flip through the pages, skimming what you can
>You put down the book and pick up the script
> [ Finding the Great and Powerful Trixie ]
>You look up at Trixie to find that she's still looking at you with those huge eyes
>You flash a weak smile and crack open the script
>After reading the first few pages, you start getting the feeling you read this somewhere
>You go back to the book, and read the first few pages
>It's exactly the same
>You read more of the script which is again, exactly the same as the book
>You repeat this process a couple of more times until you're almost halfway through
"Uh, Trixie this -"
>"You did not finish reading all of it! The Great and Powerful Trixie will not stand for this!"
>She puffed her cheeks out and turned her head to the side
>You inhale and exhale through your nose sharply to show your annoyance
>She's still not turning back to look at you
>You run your hand through your hair and resume reading
>It didn't take long for you to finish the rest of her story
>You close the book and the script and sigh
>"Well?"
>You can sense how eager she is
"Well, it's a good thing you have no intentions of trying to publish this script. Really, the only thing different is that the reader dies when he or she tries to stray away or do anything harmful to the Great and Powerful Trixie; otherwise this is plagiarism."
>Your words hit her hard
>She scoffed
>She looked at you annoyed and tried to say something, but it just turned out to be another scoff
>Then after a few seconds, she was able to gather some words together
>"W-Why the nerve you have! The story in this book captures the majesty of my powers in all its essence! It just needed a few... a few..."
>Her eyes were darting everywhere trying to find the word needed to complete her excuse
>She began tapping her finger furiously on the table
>You decided to help her
"A few... Tweaks?"
>"Yes exactly, Anon! Tweaks. It's so good you're able to think remotely close to me. And besides, who would ever want to obstruct the Great and Powerful Trixie? That should be a crime punishable by death!"
>You gave a disgruntled sigh and facepalmed
"Trixie, I can't make this into a game. Literally all you did was copy and pasted the book into this script and just adding your own twists."
>"But... But books get made into video games all the time!"
"But you just took this book, and added your ideas. THAT'S STEALING. It would be a different story if you wrote this."
>She looked down at the table, squeezing her lips
>Then she looked up, almost painfully
>"So, I'm guessing this won't do either then..?"
>This is the first time she's directly copied something
>The other times, she tried writing something original, but it just ended up the same
>If you don't follow or help Trixie, you're dead
>Basically all her ideas for games is just to glorify herself
>You shake your head and excused yourself from the table
>As you walked to the counter to order something you looked back at Trixie
>She was staring blankly out the window like you were earlier
>Except with much, much more dejection than you had
>You can't help but feel sorry for her
>You've lost track how many times she came up to you asking for a game
>You don't know why she wants a game this badly, it's-
>"ANON!"
>You shook your head and snapped back to reality
>You were at the front of the line and Mr. Cake was trying to take your order
"Hah, huh... What?"
>Mr. Cake rolled his eyes
>"The same thing?"
>He was referring to the order you usually get when you're here
"Uh... Y-Yeah."
>You were still looking at Trixie and Mr. Cake took note of that
>"Listen, kid, how many times have you been here with her like that?"
"Uh... About..."
>"About too many times, maybe? Tell me anon, why is she like that?"
>You were about to answer, but you can hint that he's upset
>You mull it over in your head, trying to sugarcoat it as much as possible
"I guess she's uh... Well, wanting me to do the impossible."
>Mr. Cake shook his head and sighed deeply
>"I wasn't born yesterday y'know. Anon, I've known you and all your friends ever since you were young'ns."
>It's true, he did
>In this suburban town, Ponyville, everybody knows everybody
>At least the adults do
>Ponyville's gotten bigger since their time, but Sugarcube Corner was where everybody goes
>So it's really no surprise how he knows everyone
>"I know you're a smart kid, Anon, you've just gotta realize, few things are impossible."
>He chuckled
>"Ah, what a time to be young. They say the world's in your eyes - It can be as big or as small as you want it to be."
>You smiled
>His words were warm and sincere
>You knew you gotta help Trixie make a game
>But... How?
>Every time you tried to collaborate with her, she just brushed you to the side
>And you just got infuriated every time, making you give up
>Mr. Cake put a parfait that was almost a foot and a half tall down in front of you
>He stopped you as you were pulling your wallet out
>"This one's on the house."
"Are you sure?"
>"Yeah, just make sure she's not down in the dumps next time you two are here. Otherwise I'm charging you extra."
"Will do, sir!"
>"Atta boy."
>As you took the parfait and started walking back, he stopped you one last time
>He motioned for you to get closer
>"I usually don't give out freebies, but I saw the spark in your eyes after I said what I said. Don't let me down. And also don't tell anyone I did this for you."
>He smiled and winked at you
>You laughed and went back to Trixie
>She was still looking out the window
>You could see the lack of emotion in her eyes
>You cleared your throat "For my next trick, I will need a volunteer."
>Not waiting a second longer, you placed the dessert in front of her
>As she looked at the parfait, her face instantly brightened up
>You gave her a spoon
"Viola."
>She took the spoon and started working on the dessert before her
>This was always a sure fire way to cheer her up
>You've known Trixie since elementary school
>And ever since, she was always flaunting her magic tricks
>Sure it was impressive when she was able to do card tricks and making things appear right before your eyes
>But that only lasted until middle school
>She tried to do some tricks that were too complex
>For instance, escape acts or trying to hypnotize people
>She couldn't pull it off and failed miserably
>Her audience started to find her annoying
>So people started losing interest in her and didn't want to be around her anymore
>Except you
>You were mesmerized by her acts in elementary school
>And in middle school, when she had no one, she had you
>You were the only one to talk to her
>You loved her tricks, so you helped her regain her confidence
>Always egging her to do those sleight of hand tricks that you loved
>So by the end of middle school, she got the strength that she needed to perform her magic once again
>But she just kept it to a minimum, only doing what she did in elementary school
>And people started liking her again
>That was when she was just outside though
>When it was just the two of you alone, she would always try to do some insane trick
>But of course, she failed
>But you didn't make fun of her, in fact, you admired her dedication
>Wait a minute
>If she had the determination to keep doing those overly difficult tricks of her, couldn't you muster up the perseverance to help her out with a game?
>You have an idea
>You want to do something special with Trixie before you start the long road that is making her game
>You pack up your laptop, the script, and the book in your bag and look at Trixie
>She's eagerly working on the dessert
>She was three fourths of the way done with that parfait
>It's only been two minutes and she's already made a foot and a half tall dessert disappear
>Now that's some magic right there, but you've seen this many times
>So it's no big surprise
>You took out your wallet and placed down the same amount of money the parfait costs
>Then you took Trixie by the hand and stood up from the table
>You begin making your way toward the door while dragging Trixie
>You wave bye to Mr. Cake
>He nods his head in acceptance
>Trixie is startled by this sudden action
>"A-Anon? What're you doing? I haven't even finished my parfait!"
"Sorry 'bout that Trixie, but I got something even more special."
>"W-what?"
>You walked her to your car and opened the door for her
>You slid across the hood of your car and hopped in the driver's seat
>After starting your car and throwing it to drive, you sped away from Sugarcube Corner
>"Anon, where are we going at such a hurry?"
>You were going pretty fast and braking hard to try to obey traffic safety
"A trip down memory lane."
>"O..kay?"
"Don't worry, just trust me."
>"If you say so."
>In a few minutes, you arrive to your old middle school
>You parked in the back of the school
>It was close to the entrance for the school's track field
>All the doors and gates were locked
>You expected that to be the case since it was the weekend
>You take Trixie by the hand again and led her to the gate that leads to the track
>There was a padlock on the other side
"Wait here."
>You jumped on the chain link fence and started climbing over it
>When you got to the other side, Trixie pressed herself against the fence
>"Anon, what are you doing?!"
"Never mind me, do you have any bobby pins?"
>"No, why?"
>You look at the padlock
>It was pretty rusty
>An idea came to mind
"I'll be back, don't go anywhere."
>You run off and turn at the corner of a building
>You remember this building, it was the shed for all the baseball equipment
>You played baseball back in middle school, best hitter on the team
>You helped carry your team to victory all the time
>The door was locked, however there was a small window near the top
>It was never locked because everybody was too lazy too take the extra effort to reach something high up
>If you remember correctly, the window was never locked
>You attempt to slide open the window
>It took some effort, but you got it open
>You hoisted yourself up and crawled through the window
>You dropped in and turned on the light
>Above the light switch was a picture of you and your team
>It was framed with a placque at the base that said "Ponyville Middle School Phillies"
>You took out your wallet and a pen
>You pulled some scrap paper and money out from your wallet
>You wrote an apology about breaking the padlock and signed your name on it
>You wedged the scrap paper and the money in the frame
>Then you took a bat and exited with it through the window
>You went back to Trixie and she was nervously looking around
"Hey! You miss me?"
>"Anon! Where have you been, and what have you been doing?"
"I'll explain in a bit, just stand back from the gate."
>She saw the bat in your hand and backed up
>With one swift hit, the lock broke into a few pieces
>You dropped the bat and opened the door
"Well, what're you waiting for? Come on!"
>Trixie wouldn't budge, she's just in shock with what you just did
>You took her again by the hand, but this time you interlocked fingers
>You looked into her violet eyes and gave her a reassuring smile
"Hey, come on now. Everything'll be alright. I promise."
>She smiled back at you weakly
>The two of you made your way towards the bleachers in the baseball field
>You were walking slightly faster than she did
>She held your hand a little tighter
>When you looked back at her, she was looking at your hand
>Her smile was lovely and not weak
>When the two of you reached the bleachers, you released her hand
>You ran to the top of the bleachers, leaving her at the bottom
>At the top, you surveyed the field and pointed off to the distance
"That's where I hit my first homerun. It was during the first game of the season of our 7th grade year."
>Next you point to a random spot in the field
"That's where Flash and I butted heads trying to catch a fly ball. I think I caught it in the end though."
>Trixie was slowly ascending the bleachers as she was looking towards the spots you were pointing at
>You descended the bleachers, meeting her halfway
"Lots of things happened here. Yeah, and one of them was meeting you."
>She looked at you, speechless
>You went up one row and sat down a couple of feet away from her
"Here. Here is where you would go every day and be sad."
>Her eyes squinted a bit, she was fighting back the tears
>You stood up
"But here, man, here is the place where I got to talk to you. And this is the place where I fell in love with you, Trixie Lulamoon."
>Her eyes widened
>"E-Excuse me?"
"Yeah, back in elementary, you were one of the "cool kids" with your magic tricks. So I thought I liked you because of that. But when I actually started talking to you, that's when I knew, I loved you for you."
>She shook her head
>"But you love Rarity. Or she's in love with you. Either way, the whole school says you're the perfect couple."
>You dropped back down to her row and started walking towards her
"No, I don't, and I never have. I love you."
>"But you two are always together."
>You closed the distance between the two of you
>You held her by her upper arms
"I hang out with her, sure, but aren't we always together as well?"
>You eat at the "popular kids" table during lunch
>Flash, Soarin, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and the rest of their friends hang out there
>And Rarity is always following you around in between classes
>But you spend most, if not all, of your free time with Trixie
>However Trixie doesn't get that
>You let go of her arms and wrapped your arms around her waist to pull her close
"On the day of our graduation from here, what did you make me promise?"
>She was looking up at you with her face all red
>Then she looked down towards the ground
>She started mumbling
>"That... That you..."
"That I always see you as the Great and Powerful Trixie, and that I'll always be your assistant?"
>She buried her face into your chest
>She then said a muffled "yes"
>You took one of your arms to lift her head up
>You brought your face close to her face
"Trixie, the best magic trick you ever pulled off was when you made me fall for you."
>"Anon... I-"
>Before she could get another word out, you kissed her
>It was just on the lips, but it sparked something inside of Trixie
>She put her arms behind your neck and pulled you in for another kiss
>However, this time your tongues met
>Both of your tongues were sliding around past each other
>You soon found yourself quickly pushing your tongue down her mouth
>She was leaning back towards the bench while pulling you down
>She released herself from the kiss and a trail of saliva gleamed from her mouth
>When it looked like she was almost laying down on the bench, it was exactly the opposite
>You were laying down on the bench and she was sitting on your torso
>She was looking down at you in lust
>As you opened your mouth to question how she ended up on top, she put a finger on your lips and shushed you
>She lowered her head to give you a quick peck on the lips
>"Anon, if we go through this, you'll be my assisstant forever and no one else's, is that okay?"
"Of course, Trixie, I love -"
>She gave you another passionate kiss
>She paused momentarily
>"That's all I needed to hear."
>She took off her jacket and stripped out of her shirt
>She unhooked her bra and her lovely breasts showed
>But before you could admire them, she slid down to your waist and undid your belt and pants button with faster than you could ever do it
>As she pulled down your pants and boxers, your hardened member came out
>Without hesitation she put it in her mouth
>Her tongue swirled around the head of your penis
>You gave a slight groan and she took that as her cue to step it up
>She lowered her head down your shaft, slowly
>As she was reaching the base, she started bobbing her head up and down
>She followed by taking her hand and feeling for your cock
>Her hand delicately moved up and down your length as she sucked you off
>While she did this your breathing quivered
"T-Trixie.."
>You throw your head back, enjoying her technique
>Has she done this before?
>Your hands run through her hair and rested behind her head
>Automatically, you slowly pushed her down
>As she took more of you inside of her mouth, you raised your waist to meet her face
>A gagging noise was made and you looked down at her
>Her luscious, violet eyes met yours
>She took your member out of her mouth and kissed the head of it
>"Now for the main act."
>She hovered above your crotch and stood up just enough to drop her skirt and panties down to her knees
>Next she straddled you and guided your cock into her womanhood
>She moaned in ecstacy as you penetrated her
>Using her juices as a lubricant, you slid in easily
>The feeling is like nothing you've ever felt before
>The walls of her vagina constricted around you penis as she moved up and down
>She digs her nails into the back of your head and accelerated riding you
>But she started slowing down, she was getting tired
>You helped roll her over onto the platform in between the benches
>She was laying on her back, drenched in sweat and panting
>She was looking at you erotically
>You pulled off her skirt and panties that were still around her knees and tossed them to one of the lower benches, making sure it didn't fall in between the spaces
>She grasped the back of your head and pulled you in for a violent kiss
>In order to maintain your balance, you grip the aluminum foot rest
>It was cold, but the heat that ignited between the two of you warmed up everything around both of you
>The row you were on wasn't too far up off the ground, so you put your knee on it and one foot on the ground
>After lifting one of her legs over your shoulder, you inserted your penis back into her and began thrusting
>Her nails dug into your head as you did
>You can feel the walls of her vagina clamping down on you
>Instinct takes over, making you to go harder and faster
>For every thrust she shouted out of pleasure
>Her hands ran down your back and hugged you tight
>"Ah...Ah-non... I'm caah~"
>She's breathing the words erratically
>At this point her vagina squeezed down on your cock
>It signaled that she's about to orgasm
>But you're close too
>With one final thrust, you feel the semen pulsating through your member
>"OH ANON!"
>As you release together, both your bodies are shaking
>Both of your combined releases was the most exuberant feeling you've ever had
>The last few drops of semen escape and both of you are panting, feeling the heat of each other's breath on your faces
>It took a good amount of strength to keep yourself up, but you toughed it out
>You press your lips against hers for a while
>After you let go, she gave the most radiant smile you've ever seen her give
>"I love you, Anon."
>The words over took you with such warmth and you couldn't help but smile
"I love you too, Trixie."
>You both chuckled
>You helped her up and retrieved her clothes for her before getting your own
>After both of you finished dressing up, you sat on the bleachers cuddling
>The sun was setting, which turned the sky a reddish-orange
>She was lazily tracing circles on your thigh
"Now, THIS. This was the best thing to ever happen to me here in these bleachers."
>You embraced her tighter
>She started laughing and looked up at you
>As she finished laughing, she kissed you on the cheek
>"I think I'm the best magician in the world, seeing as how I have the best assistant in the world."
>She nuzzled her head on your shoulder getting comfy
>The two of you watched the sun set in the horizon
>Soon the sky started darkening and stars popped out everywhere
“It’s getting late, let’s get you home.”
>After kissing the top of head, both of you stood and started walking towards the gate you entered from
>You threw one arm around her shoulder and she held your hand as it dangled
“Hey Trixie?”
>”Yes?”
“Why do you want to make a game so bad?”
>She released your hand and stopped walking
>You retracted your arm back and stood in front of her
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
>”No it’s… It’s okay, I’m sorry for never telling you.”
>Her head turned towards the bleachers and sighed
>Then she looked back at you and gazed into your eyes
>Although it was dark, the moon glimmered in her eyes
>”The reason I want to make a game so bad is because… In games, magic exists.”
“What? I don’t follow…”
>”It seems silly I know, but in middle school, I started to realize, magic was just another word for trick. And the only person I was truly ever tricking… Was me. When you introduced me to video games, I was mesmerized about the magic they use in it!”
>You brought your hand up to the side of her face and caressed it gently with your thumb
“Trixie…”
>She smiled weakly and took your hand and lowered it, but she didn’t let go of it
>All of a sudden her face perked up
>”But that doesn’t mean I won’t stop trying to make magic in real life, so you won’t get out of being my assistant that easily, if that’s what you thought.”
“I wasn’t thinking that!”
>She giggled and twirled around to your side, hugging your arm
>“After all, some magic DOES exist. The Great and Powerful Trixie did entrance you using her glamour, didn’t she?”
“Haha, she most definitely did.”
>She went up on her toes to give you a kiss on the cheek and squeezed your arm after
>”I love you, Anon.”
“I love you too, Trixie.”
>She resumed walking back to the car and you followed
>What she said really affected you
>[… the only person I was truly ever ticking… Was me.]
>The words played over and over your head like a broken record
>Every repeat made your heart sink into your stomach
>Magic is Trixie’s passion, and for her to say those words, a feeling of defeat swept over you
>The reason after all this time why she insisted so much on a game was so that way she could see the magic that was taken away from her in middle school
>This sudden realization formed a lump in you throat and your eyes started watering
>For the longest time, she kept so quiet that you forgot about her suffering
>Your walking came to a stop and your head hung down
>Trixie looked up at you confused
>“Anon, what’s wrong?”
>You rubbed your eyes with your free wrist and sniffled
>Then an impulse took over you
>Slipping your arm out of Trixie’s hug, you stepped in front of her and grabbed her sides to pull her close
“Trixie, let’s make a game together.”
>”Huh?”
>You pause to recollect yourself, and then took a deep breath before continuing
“What I’m saying is, let’s make a game, together. We can make it about you, but as your assistant, I want my two cents in it, okay?”
>She squeezed her lips and pouted
>Before she was able to open her mouth and reject, you started tickling sides, and kissed her on the cheek
“Okay..?”
>She was dying of laughter in the sweetest tone you’ve ever heard while trying to pushy you away
>You continued for another second and let go
>She took the sleeve of her jacket to wipe away the tears from her eyes
>”Oh-kay, okay. I’ll let you, just don’t do that to me again.”
“Alright, no promises though.”
>Trixie pushed your shoulder slightly and went back to hugging your arm
>You finally arrived to your car and drove away

>You are now Applejack
>You’re in the front parking lot of Ponyville Middle School, in your pick up truck
>”Howdy, y’all. Sorry, I’m not at mah phone right now, please leave a message af’ta the beep. Thanks a bunch!”
 “Darn it, Applebloom, why don’t you ever pick up your phone?”
>You lay your head down on your s
>”Maybe she’s still in practice?” Rainbow Dash chimed in
>She was kicking her feet up on to the dashboard and tossing an apple up and down
“Practice was over for her 25 minutes ago!”
>”It’s okay, Applejack, how about we go down and walk over there?” Twilight suggested
>She was sitting in the back row reading a book
“Alright, let’s go.”
>”Yeah it’ll be nice to see our old stomping grounds!” Rainbow Dash cheered
>Twilight put a hand on her shoulder
>”Rainbow, come on, we’re just here for Applebloom and Scootaloo. We don’t have time to look around if we want to make it to Pinkie’s party on time.”
>As you exited the car, you caught a glimpse of a familiar car entering the back parking lot of the school
>Rainbow Dash must’ve saw the same thing you did as she pointed it out
>”Hey, isn’t that Anon’s car? I wonder what he’s doing here.”
>Twilight was stretching her neck to see, but to no avail
>Before you were about to head over there, your phone buzzed
>It was a message from Applebloom telling you to come to the field quick
“C’mon y’all, AB’s tellin’ us go t’where she is.”
>The three of you headed over to the field where Applebloom and Scootaloo where playing soccer
>There you saw Applebloom waving at you, motioning for you to come over quickly
>”Sis, sis, watch this!”
>Scootaloo was also waving, but to Rainbow Dash
>”Hey Rainbow Dash, check this out!”
>Applebloom kicked up a soccer ball and head butted it towards Scootaloo
>Scootaloo then did a bicycle kick which made the ball go whizzing into the goal
>The two jumped in joy for a flawless execution as their teammates cheered
>A huge grin flashed across your face
“Hoo-eey! That’s some mighty fine soccer skills y’all have!”
>You put an arm around Applebloom and hugged her close while Rainbow Dash ruffled Scootaloo’s hair
>”Not bad, squirt. I’ll see you on the soccer team next year, huh?”
>Your phone buzzed again and when you checked, there was a message from Rarity
>[We’re at your place, where are you all?]
>You replied [On our way back.]
“C’mon y’all, Rarity’s waitin’ for us to git back. You girls git your bags and let’s go.”
>Twilight and Rainbow Dash and accompanied the two, while you ventured off for a bit
>The two people headed for the bleachers from a while ago still piqued your interest
>Without getting too close, you approached from the side of the bleachers, while staying out of sight from the two there
>You saw they were getting really close to each other, as the taller figure was wrapping his arms around the smaller one
>As you got a closer look, you identified one of them as none other than Anon!
>But who was he with?
>The smaller person was wearing a blue jacket with… Stars?
>Is that…
“Trixie?”
>You whispered the words, not wanting to get noticed, and continued to watch the two from afar
>Anon pulled Trixie even closer to him and kissed her
>Then shortly after he stopped, Trixie pulled him in for another kiss
>You gasped and was about to approach them when you heard someone calling you
>”Applejack! Let’s go!”
>It was Rainbow Dash calling you over
>You took one look back to the bleachers, but they were out of sight
“What in tarnation…”
>”Applejack!” Rainbow Dash yelled again
>You jogged back to the group quickly and upon arriving, Rainbow Dash asked where you were at
“Ah’ll tell ya later.”
>Twilight was chatting about some book about soccer with Applebloom and Scootaloo
>From the looks of it, she was just talking their ears off
>”…and soccer was – Oh hey, there’s AJ right now. Well, shall we go?”
>The two gave a sigh of relief and walked away before Twilight can drag them into another lecture
>As Applebloom and Scootaloo went on ahead, you held back Twilight and Rainbow Dash
“Girls… Y’all remember how we were wonderin’ if it was Ah-non or not? Well, Ah just saw him in the bleachers with…”
>You put an arm around Twilight and Rainbow Dash, pulling them closer
“Trixie!”
>Twilight gasped and cupped her mouth
>Rainbow Dash scratched the back of her head with both hands furiously
>”Aw man! This ain’t cool!”
>”What do we tell Rarity?” Twilight asked
“The truth, obviously. Let’s just git back to the orchard.”
>As you were walking back to the front parking lot, you took one last look at the bleachers
>Although you couldn’t see anything, you could only imagine what was going on
>The five of you pile up into your pickup truck and return to your place
>There, Rarity, Sweetie Bell, Pinkie Pie, and Fluttershy were waiting on your porch
>Sweetie Bell joined Applebloom and Scootaloo as they were running inside
>”You three behave now! And don’t give Big Macintosh or Granny Smith a hard time!” Rarity yelled
>”We won’t!” The three shouted back in response
>”Well darlings, shall we go?” Rarity sang while twirling around in her dress
>”Yeah, let’s go! Oh man this is gonna be so much fun! A lot of people are already at the party, and there’s –“Pinkie rapidly said, but was interrupted by Rainbow Dash
>”Hey why is Pinkie here? Isn’t she supposed to be hosting the party?”
>Rarity flipped her hair stylishly, as if she was aware of her own dazzling beauty
>”Oh but of course. You see, I ran into a dilemma. This dress I have on is far too elegant, and it would be ruined if it got ruffled. So I asked Pinkie to be a dear and pick me up in her van. The superfluous amount of space in the middle row is exactly what my dress needs in order to stay pristine and beautiful to impress Anon.”
>She twirled around in her dark blue dress and giggled in delight
>As she finished, you extended a hand to her
“Uh, Rarity, I gotta-“
>Before you could finish, she clasped your hand with both of hers
>”Anything you need to tell me, you can tell me at the party. I like to be fashionably late, but I’m sure Anon is already there, and I don’t want to keep him waiting! Now, let’s go, shall we?”
>Pinkie, Fluttershy, and Rarity got into Pinkie’s van as you, Twilight, and Rainbow Dash reenter your pickup truck
>The entire trip to Pinkie’s house was accompanied by a cold, awkward silence
>Upon arriving to the party, you stopped Rarity before she could enter the house
“Hold ya horses, Rarity! I gotta tell you something.”
>But she broke off the conversation before it began
>”In a bit, darling, I’m sure Anon’s here already.”
>With that, she went through the door
>Before you could pursue, a group of guys swarmed her and blocked you off
>Twilight, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Fluttershy approach you from behind
>”Where is she?” Rainbow Dash asked, trying to stretch her neck high enough to see past the wall of people
>You sighed and shook your head while walking along the porch to a bin of drinks
>”W-What’s going on?” Fluttershy asked softly
“Gather ‘round y’all. I’m ‘boutta tell y’all a story you won’t believe.”
>After taking a swig of beer you told all the events that unfolded starting from the school’s parking lot
>The reactions are what you expected: Pinkie and Fluttershy in shock, while Rainbow Dash and Twilight stared at the ground depressingly
>A wave of silence swept over the five of you after you finished telling what happened
>Fluttershy broke the ice after a while
>”Poor Rarity. How do you – I mean, we, tell her?”
>She was trying her hardest to hold back the tears
>”Well, it isn’t Anon’s fault, and we should make her know that. We also have to make sure we break it to her gently.” Twilight instructed, and everyone nodded their heads in agreement
>”Oh darling! You’re too kind, now excuse me for a moment.” Rarity shouted to the people behind the door, while walking towards you
“Here she comes now.” You said as you turned yourself to face her
>”Here you all are! I tried to look for you all inside after I couldn’t find Anon; I was going to ask one of you to be a dear and help me find him. You don’t think he’s late, do you?”
"Rarity..." Twilight's voice was full of dejection as she put a hand on Rarity's shoulder
>”What’s wrong? Why does everybody look sad?”
>All of you avoided eye contact, except Twilight, who looked solemnly into her eyes
>”We,” She sighed, “have to tell you something.”
“Ya might wanna sit down fer this.” You suggest while pulling up a chair and handing her a drink
>The five of you took turns breaking the news to Rarity
>You told her how you saw Anon on the bleachers with Trixie
>Twilight hypothesized that he’s still at the bleachers and won’t be coming to the party tonight
>As the news sunk in, a single tear ran down her cheek which she wiped away with the back of her thumb
>From this motion, Pinkie, Fluttershy, and Rainbow came up to console her
>Twilight continued to explain how it wasn’t Anon’s fault and how she shouldn’t take it too hard
>”O-Of course darling,” She said, putting her second bottle of beer down on the window sill, “Now, I just need to use the restroom.”
>When she was out of sight, everyone exchanged looks, and Fluttershy was in more tears than Rarity
>Pinkie wrapped her in a soft, yet firm, hug, which caused her to start bawling her eyes out
>A few minutes pass, and still no sign of Rarity, which makes you start to worry
“Hey y’all, I’m gonna go check on Rarity.”
>”I’ll come with!” Pinkie added
“Sure. Let’s go.”
>When you reach the bathroom, you find the door is locked
“Rarity?!” You call out as you knock on the door
>After pressing your ear to the door, you hear some faint sobbing
“Pinkie, is there a key or sumthin’ to git this door open?”
>”Mmm, yeah! Check the top of the door frame! There should be a pick in case someone we get locked out of the bathroom.”
>Feeling around the top of the door frame, you find the pick Pinkie was talking about
>You insert it into the lock in the doorknob, and it turned like a key
>Upon entering the bathroom, Rarity was huddled in the corner with a bottle of vodka and crying hysterically
>Pinkie immediately closed the bathroom door behind you as you rushed to Rarity’s side
>She was about to take another drink, but you snatched it away before she could
>After handing it to Pinkie, you hugged her and she started to cry even harder



>You are Anon again