Kerberos177 - As Sweet as a Sunset

>Be Anon, a student at the local high school, Canterlot High.
>You are known to run more with the nerdy crowd in school.
>At least you didn't look like it.
>Now, you are not exactly /fit/, but you don't look like a typical nerd.
>Still, being in that group didn't really help with your social life.
>It just made you a target for Sunset Shimmer, the Queen of Canterlot High.
>You swear that she targeted you specifically for a while, but she started to bully a different kid not too long ago.
>You, however, still wanted to get back at her for all the misery she tried to bring down on you.
>Now you have it.
>You have just found proof that Sunset Shimmer has been wearing diapers all week.
>You first noticed the crinkly sound whenever she walked by.
>Then was the fact that her skirt was puffed out a bit more.
>But after getting some photo evidence, you know she was wearing them.
>Now, she owns the school, having dirt just about on everyone.
>So you could ruin her forever, and you let her know it.
>She is getting some books out of her locker when you tap her on the shoulder.
>Turning around, she gives you a glare.
>"What do you want?"
"Oh nothing. But you might want to take a look at this."
>You hold out your phone, showing her the diaper pictures.
>Her face shows brief embarrassment bore going back to anger.
>She tries to snatch it out of your hands, but you are too fast.
>"Give me that!"
>Students start to gather around you.
>You don't want to spoil anything though.
>Yet
"I think we should go somewhere private. Unless you want all of them to see this."
>You wiggle your phone around.
>She looks at the crowd, thinking the same thing.
>"Fine. I know a place."
>She takes you away from the crowd to a janitorial closet.
>Opening it up, she ushers you inside.
>You look around the closest, noticing a few things.
>For one, there was a bed, a long with a pile of clothes.
>There also is an alarm clock with some other electronics laying around.
>It doesn't take much to figure out what this place is.
"Do you... live here?"
>She locks the door then turns around.
>"And what if I do? Huh?"
>This is not how you expected the "Queen" to be living.
>Now you feel like dirt.
"I-I don't think you need me giving you any more shit."
>You just huffs at you.
>"I don't need your pity. I just need you to delete that picture. What will it take? Are you wanting to see these?"
>She brings her hands up to cup her breasts.
>You're in no mood for anything like that.
>Believe it or not, you are above your feelings of lust.
>"Or are you wanting something else."
>She motions towards the non-existent bulge of your pants.
>You look at her with a sadden and confused face.
"I'm fine. Like I said, you don't need to do anything."
>Wrong answer.
>Gabbing a hold of your shoulders, she pins you against the door.
>Her eyes are full of hate as she stares into your soul.
>"What!? Am I not good enough!? Am I not pretty enough for you!? Don't you find me attractive anymore!?"
>Anymore?
>You would think more on this if you weren't about to piss your pants.
>"I have done everything you wanted me to do! I even wore those stupid diapers because you asked me too! Why won't you!... Why won..."
>You see that her eyes are starting to tear up.
>Her iron grip turns into a baby's grasp as her anger melts away into sadness.
>"Why won't you love me?"
>You have never seen her like this.
>You doubt anyone ever has.
>But there is question that is burning in your mind.
>Who was she yelling about?
>You know it wasn't you because she brought up things that confused you even further.
>Sunset solemnly walks over and sits on her ratty bed.
>She then starts to full on cry.
>Now you feel really awful.
>You practically brought her to this state, but you aren't sure what she was talking about.
>You take the phone in your hands and delete the picture.
"I'll, uh, see you at class tomorrow..."
>You just want to get out of there.
>You start walking out the door.
>Sunset says nothing as she sits, crying on her bed.
>Your hand never leaves the handle.
>You can't just leave her like this.
>As much as she is hated, you do feel sorry for her.
>Closing the door, you walk up to the bed and sit next to her.
>She is crying with her knees to her chest.
>It doesn't look like she knows if you left or not.
>Not being able to see her cry anymore, you wrap an arm around her and pull her into your chest.
>You two stay in that position for what seemed like hours.
>She didn't care that you saw her crying.
>She didn't care that she could be so vulnerable.
>She just wanted to feel the warmth of another person.
>Her tears stopped flowing and she is reduced to sniffles.
>"Thank you."
>Her voice is barley above a whisper.
>Giving her squeeze, you whisper in her hear.
"You're welcome."
>Feeling a little sore, you start to unwrap your arm from Sunset.
>"No!"
>You jerk your head back is surprise.
>She mentally curses herself for being so forceful.
>"I meant, please don't leave. It's been so long since anyone has ever done anything for me. Not since Flash."
>In your mind, you feel confused.
>Last you heard she is still dating him.
>Thinking back to her breakdown, the pieces click together.
>She must still be hurting from Flash.
>Instead of bringing up any bad memories, you give her a small smile and lean back on the bed.
>You lay on your side as she curls up to your chest.
>Before you know it, you both start drifting off in sleep.