Normal Norman - vs. Trixie [ONESHOT]

>Day Unending Rivalry in Canterlot High
>Norman has been having some trouble lately.
>Trixie has been beating has ass up and down Call of Duty.
>Every time they play on LIVE, she ends up curbstomping him, taunting him ceaselessly via headset.
>Always going on about how "Great and Powerful" she is.
>Normally, he ignores it and moves on, beating her several days later.
>But this pattern has continued for over a week. He just can't seem to win.
>It's got him a little in the dumps.
>Trixie, of course, even brags about it in the halls to the few people that will listen.
>Twilight even tried to cheer him up.
>"It can't be THAT bad, Norman. It's just a game, right? As long as you both have fun, why does it matter if she beats you?"
"You don't understand, Purple...When it comes to Call of Duty, you're not just playing a game! You're manhood is on the line! If some jackoff 360 noscopes you, you fucking 720 quickscope his bitch ass in return and prove you're the top dog! I just can't beat her though...she's been at least 5 kills up on me in every match in the last week. My K/D is suffering really bad because of this."
>"I...see your point? Did you ever try talking to Trixie about how this is making you feel?"
"God dammit, Purple. I'm a man. Men can't talk to girls about that shit. Especially not the girl that's doing it."
>"I'm afraid I don't understand..."
"You may never understand it, Purple. You may never understand it..."
>Norman sulks away, leaving Twilight mildly irritated and confused.

>More of the same through the rest of the day.
>Norman sulking.
>Trixie gloating.
>The other students not giving a rat's ass.
>On the way to the cafeteria, in the hall.
"There's gotta be something I can do to get back at her..."
>"Get back at who, might Trixie ask~?"
>Trixie is standing behind Norman, a shit-eating smirk plastered across her face.
>Norman whips around.
"Fuck you! I'm not going to lose again! This can't continue! I won't let it! Modern Warfare 2, Rust, 1v1, tonight!"
>"My, Trixie thinks SOMEONE might be a sore loser. It's just a game, Norman~"
>Norman is quick to respond.
"Do you accept!?"
>"Are you really so eager to lose to Trixie that you can't wait for an answer?"
>The smugness is dripping from her words like oil.
"I am not going to lose! I'm taking back my manhood AND my k/d tonight! I won't let you ta-"
>Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by something he did not expect.
>His mouth was covered.
>Not by a hand, piece of clothing, or even a piece of food.
>Norman's mouth was covered by none other than the lips of Trixie herself.
>She had grabbed him by his collar.
>He was stunned.
>Like "your opponent suddenly swaps to an RPG-7 even though they're a foot from you and kills you both" stunned.
>Why was this happening?
>What did he do to deserve this?
>Why was his dong expand?
>After about thirty seconds of passion, Trixie pulls away and pushes Norman back.
>"Trixie thinks it's cute when you're angry. See you on the battlefield, Norman~"
>Norman was still frozen, his mouth hanging open.
>His mind is a scrambled mess. A puddle of thoughts that are running together.
>He was confused. What should he think?
>Should he hate her? Like her? Put his dick in her?
>Oh no...If Aryan Beauty ever hears about this, he'll lose all chance.
>He simply backs up against a locker, slides down it, and sits there in the fetal position.
>So many thoughts to sort out.
>So many questions that need answered.
>He really better win this match tonight.

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