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- >Be me, Anon.
- >It is a colder day at Canterlot High.
- >I am walking up to the school around 7am on a Friday morning.
- >But it's not just any Friday morning.
- >It's the morning that my class and I go on that weekend long field trip.
- >November's been harsh to me so far this year.
- >December and January definitely won't be any better.
- >Enter through a side door, tired as hell.
- >There, I find multiple students already walking through the halls.
- >But there aren't very many of them.
- >I don't really what to think much of this, however.
- >I just need to get myself to the bathroom.
- >On I walk.
- >Walk past Fluttershy, who is usually here early for the nature club, or whatever the hell those earthy students do.
- >You can't blame me for trying to wave to her; don't want to seem impolite.
- >She didn't do anything.
- >She kind of turned her face away and walked into the garden room.
- >Hiding again, are we?
- >Don't worry, that won't be a problem.
- >Fluttershy's going on the field trip, too.
- >There's only homeroom and that's it.
- >We all get on the bus and take off.
- >She can't be evasive from me like she always was.
- >Not when she's going to the same campground as me.
- >I won't be ignored again.
- >I walk on in to the boy's bathroom.
- >Go up to the mirror and stare into it.
- >Knock on the cold surface three times.
- >Three times in the correct signal.
- >Oh… my reflection mocks me.
- >How it pesters me so.
- >It's threatening me.
- >"You'll never get anywhere with that look, Anon! You're just a scrub with no importance like anyone else."
- >Best just ignore it.
- >"Fluttershy will never notice you. Just give up."
- >Turn on the light on the other side, already.
- >I don't want to confront these horrors any longer.
- >Alas, relief.
- >The light on the other side of the two way mirror flips on.
- >Through the glass I can see Flash Sentry gazing back at me.
- >"Took you long enough." He says.
- "Yeah, yeah. Just open the window and let me in."
- >The mirror-window is swung inward by its hinges, allowing me entrance into the secret crawlspace.
- >Now's the perfect time to go in, since no one else is in the bathrooms at this time.
- >"You feel the air getting colder around you." Flash tells me.
- >He nods as he says this.
- >The guy's so poetic.
- >He's referring to the moment that just happened when Fluttershy wouldn't wave back at me.
- "How'd you know? You can't see the hallways from in here."
- >"Anon, you go by her every day. You won't shut up about it. It's gotten pretty predictable by now."
- "Ugh, fine. Got any food?"
- >Flash reaches into his jacket pockets.
- >Pulls out two big plastic bags.
- >One is full of spaghetti, and the other is full of mashed potatoes.
- >"I managed to sneak this out of the cafeteria. Might not be the most delicious or complete, balanced breakfast we got, but it's the best the lunch lady has to offer."
- "Damn. I was expecting something more breakfast-like."
- >"Eh, whatever, dude. Just which one you want?"
- >The spaghetti.
- "The spaghetti."
- >Flash hand me the bag of spaghetti.
- >It's so big.
- >"I don't have any forks or anything, so you're just going to have to eat the old fashioned way."
- >As he said this, I look down at my meal.
- >This could be messy.
- >"But since it's spaghetti, you might not want to get your hands dirty." Flash continues. "Got the brushes and paper?"
- >I look at him and nod slightly.
- >Open my backpack and pull out the necessary materials.
- >Even remembered to bring the bottles of paint.
- >"Perfect. Let's go." He tells me as we creep along between the walls of the school.
- >We both follow the narrow forbidden corridor until out spot is reached.
- >It's the usual place where we sit down and make our art.
- >Sit down on the ground facing Flash.
- >On the wall to the right of me, a small peephole.
- >I lean over and look through it.
- >It's the garden room.
- >Is Fluttershy in view yet?
- >Should be in a couple of minutes.
- >Get the paintbrushes and canvas ready in the meantime.
- >Flash hands me the open paint bottles, which I dab the brushes in.
- >"We have to hurry, the teachers are gonna round us all up for the field trip soon."
- "I'm going, I'm going. No need to rush me."
- >Flash opened up his plastic bag, reaches in and scoops a handful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.
- >Hear noises in the garden room.
- >I peer in to see Fluttershy tending to one of the plants.
- >It's a venus flytrap.
- "There she is." I whisper.
- >Flash looks into his own peephole next to mine and gives a thumbs up.
- >Immediately begin painting on the canvas.
- >Look through the hole in the wall.
- >Fluttershy is humming a lullaby to the venus flytrap, which sits motionless on a table.
- >Mouth wide open.
- >Of course, I like to begin with her outlines.
- >I dab the brush into the yellow paint first.
- >As the brush makes contact with the paper, I make sure not to press too hard.
- >Remember, smooth and controlled strokes, Anon.
- >Don't want to muck this up like last time.
- >I do not have time for shame today.
- >Not today.
- >I'm almost to forming the shape of her torso.
- >Now, this part, I really want to make sure I get the curves right.
- >Fluttershy's womanly figure is to be taken seriously.
- >I carefully outline the abdomen, then the breasts.
- >Make sure there's no fluctuations in the line.
- >"You're a hungry little fella, aren't you?" Fluttershy coos to the unresponsive plant. "Your bristles are so beautiful. They look like Rarity's eyelashes."
- >Immediately picture Rarity's eyes as venus flytraps.
- >So. Accurate.
- >Dammit, this is breaking my concentration.
- >Come on, Anon. Focus.
- >I don't want to mess up.
- >Form the line of her back, and begin shaping the buttocks.
- >Again, this womanly form of hers demands to me that I don't make any mistakes.
- >I'm trying to do everything I can to match her position of standing in front of the table with what I'm putting on the paper.
- >Something else now breaks my concentration.
- >"Psst. Anon." Flash whispers ever so quietly. "Do… do you mind if I do a quick wank? This whole lullaby thing is turning me on."
- >He stuffs more mashed potatoes into his mouth.
- >"Hey, these are kinda good." He adds.
- >As long as it keeps him quiet.
- "Ugh, fine! Make it quick." I whisper.
- >"Okay. Don't look." Flash warns with a mouthful of mashed potatoes as he pulls his pants down.
- >Implying I'm going to look.
- >Implying I'm not trying to concentrate on a beautiful painting.
- >Turn my attention back to the canvas.
- >It takes about another five minutes to finish the outline.
- >Flash is next to me, breathing heavily.
- >I don't even wan't to imagine what he's doing over there.
- >A few more details and… done!
- >I've finished the outline.
- >Next, I take a different brush and dip it into a bottle with pink paint.
- >It has to be light pink to match her hair, especially if I want it to match what it looks like in the fluorescent lighting of the garden room.
- >Begin filling out each strand of hair with the tip of the brush.
- >I'm crazy about making this work of art as detailed as possible.
- >I just wish Flash could stop making all that noise over there.
- >He should quiet down his chewing, at least.
- >Don't want Fluttershy to hear us.
- >…
- >Too late.
- >But what happens next is so much worse.
- >Flash lets out a thundering burp from eating too fast.
- >Fluttershy turns to see what the noise was.
- >"Mmph! Mm, Fmk!" Exclaims Flash as Fluttershy screams.
- >I look down and become horrified from what I find.
- >Flash Sentry appears to have stuck his dick through a third peephole right above the floor.
- >It's pretty clear that it's in a spot on the wall where Fluttershy can see it.
- "Dammit, dude!" I curse as I stuff the paint back into the backpack and head for the exit.
- >Briefly look back to see Flash stand up and try to pull his pants back on.
- >Mashed potatoes are pouring out of his mouth.
- >The masterpiece will have to wait until another time.
- >I rush through the walls as Flash struggles to follow.
- >Make it to the opening that leads to the boy's bathroom.
- >There shouldn't be anyone else in there yet; it's still too early.
- >Swing it open.
- >The mirror hits Flash right in the nose.
- >There's no time to do anything about it.
- >Climb out of the crawlspace with Flash (eventually) following behind me.
- >Just take all my shit and head for homeroom before anyone arrives on the scene.
- >…
- >A few minutes later.
- >I'm sitting in homeroom with Flash Sentry.
- >Pretending nothing just happened.
- >Glare over to him, trying to make him feel guilty for his mistake.
- >"Heh, sorry dude. I got a little excited there."
- >Bless his heart, Lord. Bless his heart.
- >The announcement for the field trip is delivered about halfway through homeroom.
- >All the students involved are overjoyed to hear about this.
- >I just can't wait to get a break from being in the same building every day.
- >If there is anything good about school field trips, it's that.
- >Eventually line up with the class and head on out towards the buses.
- >Flash is walking beside me.
- >We're really close friends, despite how weird we actually are.
- >The bags of food are still in our pockets.
- >Board the bus that I'm assigned to.
- >Look to the front seat and immediately recognize Fluttershy.
- >Accompanying her are Applejack and Rainbow Dash.
- >Fluttershy has a traumatized expression on her face.
- >To be honest, I can't really blame her.
- >She's a delicate little flower.
- >It would be unjust to expose her to impure sights.
- >"Ah think I might know who it coulda been. Was it circumcised or not?" Applejack interrogates Fluttershy.
- >"I… I don't know. I couldn't see. It looked like it was covered in mashed potatoes!" Fluttershy responds.
- >Glare over at Flash again.
- >He smiles awkwardly.
- >Sigh.
- >Bless his heart, Lord. Bless his heart.
- >…
- >Everyone sits in their seats as the bus pulls off, following the other buses.
- >The camp site for the two day field trip isn't very close.
- >Or so I heard.
- >Oh, well.
- >Maybe I'll encounter Fluttershy when we're up in the woods.
- >Maybe we can go on a hike alone together.
- >So many maybes.
- >We'll just have to wait and see.
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