FiftyShadesofYellow - A Victor's Kiss

>You’ve been attending CHS ever since the beginning.
>You haven’t hanged around with much, but a few people here and there.
>But these six characters, they are your bread and butter.
>Not in that way, you sick fuck.
>It started as a weak friendship with them, but they grew onto you.
>Yet, you’re not completely sure about them.
>They might be hanging with you out of pity, but that idea flew away after staying with them throughout high school.
>This year, you have separate classes with each of the six.
>English with Applejack, Algebra with Rainbow Dash, PE with Twilight, Chemistry with Rarity, History with Pinkie, and cooking with Fluttershy.
>The only time all seven of you are together at school is at lunch.
>As time goes by, the six grow closer to you.
>This year, they pay more attention to you, and seem territorial when you're with two of them.
>Apple Bloom tells you that the six have developed crushes on you, and made a competition to see who could get you to kiss them first.
>The winner gets to go out with you, but she never said what the other five has to do.
>”So, what’ll happen now, Anon?”
>Before you could even respond, your phone goes off.
>Take it out of your pocket.
>You read the new message from Rainbow Dash.
>’Hey Anon, you up for a trip to the mountains?’
>Another message gets though.
>’Do you want to help me wash a few dogs? I’ll manage by myself, but it is much faster with some help. If you’re not busy, that is.’
>A couple more flood in.
>’Remember about that test this Friday? We should review the chapter together. Think this through; you need to pass this class if you want to graduate.’
>’Hey Nonny, there is some extra cake batter here! You wanna goof off with it and bake some cakes?’
>’There are some clothes that I need a person of your stature to wear. Care to be my model?’
>’I need some help moving a few crates around my house. Big Mac is getting tutored for the next few days, and I need to get this over with really soon.’
>You text to each of them and agree to it all.
“Don’t worry Apple Bloom, I’ll take care of it.”

>First up is Applejack.
>Traveling there isn’t much of a problem, but the house is. That place is ginormous.
>It makes your average sized home look like an apartment.
>You visited everyone’s house once in a while, but hardly entered her home.
>From your point of view, looks like a western themed mansion.
>”Howdy! Brush your feet and come on in!”
>You wipe your shoes on the outside mat and walk inside.
>The lighting is mostly done from the outside, even when there is an insane amount of lamps in each room.
>You’ve heard all the insane rumors about this place.
>Big enough to house a Mexican family, three dungeons are hidden below, and the backyard is the length of a football field.
>You’ve only viewed seven rooms, at max.
>There is the living room, her room, the living room, two bathrooms, Big Mac’s room, and accidentally Apple Blooms room.
>”Come on! Let’s not waste the day standin’ here.”
>She leads you to the staircase.
>The second floor is supported by bark free logs. Smooth and smell freshly sanded, as if they just came out of a factory.
 >The two of you walk up the staircase and enter a familiar hallway.
>A few of these doors you are already known what’s behind them. The rest are still a mystery.
>She goes down and pulls on the cord to open up the hatch to the attic. The latter slides down and stops a few feet away off the ground.
>She grabs on and starts to ascend.
>”Well? Come on! You’re not gonna do any use if you’re just gonna stand there.”
>As she gets higher, you grab on and climb.
>From what you’re looking at is the dark entrance leading to the attic.
>What’s blocking that up is some nice form-fitting fabric covering up the plump orange rear of hers..
>”I hope ya aren’t lookin’ where you don’t need to down there.”
>Shit, eyes forward and keep on climbing.
>Once you’re up, there are a few chests, crates, and some vintage luggage scattered around the poorly lit room.
>”Alright, all we’re doing today is organizing these into where they need to belong. Crates stay on one side, the chests in the center and the rest in another corner. And head my warning, don’t open any of them up, you follow that?”
>You nod.
>”Good to know that we understand each other.”

>For what has felt like an entire day has gone by, it’s only been three hours.
>Hey, you can do the heavy lifting, but you are doing it repeatedly and pushing most of this to the side.
>Just this last chest you need to move and that will be it.
>”Ya got it? One, two, three.”
>You list and move to your left, tripping over another chest that you tried to move over.
>”Gosh darnit Anon!”
>The chest you were carrying falls down and the lid swings open, dropping its containments.
>You get up and look at the mess you’ve made.
>It’s… a bunch of toys, a photo album, and a small cowgirl outfit.
>Off on the side is a hat that looks like the one that she is wearing, but designed for a child.
>”Uhh, j-just look away, I can handle this one by myself.”
>You ignore her order and grab a plastic revolver.
>”C’mon now, just leave it.” She pleas.
>You rotate it around and examine it.
“I used to have one of these when I was a kid.”
>She takes it away and throws it in my chest.
>”Yeah, that’s nice. Can we just finish this already?”
>You ask what’s wrong with you helping her clean up.
>”I just don’t like it when people look at how silly I was back then.”
>She grabs the photo album and skimps through the pages.
>”Take a look for yourself.”
>You see a much younger AJ in the same outfit that is on the ground. She is wielding the fake revolver, while running around with a pup.
>In the background is a few apple trees, with just the open sky and small hilltops.
>”It’s not really something that I want to leak out of this room.”
“We’ve all been kids at one point. Besides, you look cute in this.”
>She tilts her hat with one hand while taking the album away from you with the other.
>”Just, don’t tell anyone else, alright?”
>She puts it in the chest, while grabbing the rest and carelessly tosses everything inside.
“What’s the big deal?”
>She stops to look at you.
>”I want everyone to know that I’ve always been who I am now.”
“And that would be?”
>“A serious woman without a hint of a childlike manner in her life.”
>She closes the chest and sits on it.
>You take a seat right beside her.
“Cheer up. Look, if it means that badly to you, then I’ll keep it as a secret.”
>Applejack straightens her hat out and looks at you.
>”I know that this all sounds ridiculous, but, it’s just how I wanted to be viewed as to the rest. I know that I sound like a stick in the sand for saying this.”
“Forget about it. It won’t leak out of this room. If you want to stay like this, then that’s all on you.”
>She has a bright smile that almost seems contagious.
>Her eyes look off to the side, while her hand moves over your own hand.
>You start to lean in, but realize what you are doing.
“Hey, it’s kind of getting late. Let’s get this with the rest and call it a day.”
>You get up and grab the side of the chest.
>”Yeah, sure.” She wistfully says.


>Next is Fluttershy.
>She has to be at the animal shelter right now.
>It might be late, but you’re sure that she is still there.
>She always wants the animals to look their best, in case if they ever get adopted.
>You see some light though the blinds of the place.
>Push on the handle and enter.
>The tiny bell overhead rings as the door swings open.
>”Hello? Anon! It’s good to see you!”
>She is drying off a bulldog with an average sized towel.
>Across the floor are various shampoos, medication, and two stacks of towels.
>One stack is fresh and folded, while the other is wrinkled up and tossed aside.
“Sorry that I’m late, I was helping out AJ earlier today.”
>”A-Applejack…?”
“Yeah, we were just moving a few of her stuff in the attic, nothing else.”
>”Oh… I see.”
>She pushes the small plastic tub aside and dries her hands on a small rag.
>”Darn; Anon, could you get another tub from the back?”
“I’m on it.”
>”Good, just get it from the ground and run some warm water inside.”
>You walk into the back and find the miniature tub right beside the sink.
>It looks used, so you run some water to rinse out any of the dirty droplets.
>After filling it up, you take the tub and reenter the room.
>Fluttershy is using a hair dryer to give a Pomeranian that puff to their fur.
>”Just set it down. Away from the other tub would be nice.”
>You drop it on the open space.
>As you’re looking over to the older one, the water is murky and brown.
>You turn away and ignore its existence.
>”Okay, come here, Claire.”
>A Border Collie walks up and jumps into the tub.
>She grabs a bottle that the label is partially covered, but reads off “extra coat strength”
>It pops open and spurts over the awaiting bitch.
>Although, it looks like a female…
>You don’t judge by a name.
>The last time you fucked with a Boxer named Alex did screw you over.
>Fluttershy starts to scrub down the back of ‘her.’
>”Anon, could you do her underside?”
>You get a handful and start to rub down ‘her’ chest.
>It gives you clarity, now that you are definitely sure it is a she.
>Keep on scrubbing a bit into the unknown, but stop when you almost felt something odd.
>The dog yelps and scoots away from you.
>”Don’t worry; he was just cleaning you there.”
>The Border Collie steps up and centers themselves in the tub.
>You keep on cleaning her, but gently on the mushy bits.
>”Did you have trouble on your way here?”
“It was kind of dark, but that didn’t stop me from checking up on you.”
>”That’s great of you to stop by.”
“I had a feeling you would still be around, making sure that they would look like their best.”
>She lets out a dainty chuckle.
>”They just need a home. As much that this place is already their sanctuary, I just want them to go to a true place, where they can get loved and treated daily. I mean, I could do so much, but I can’t be there all the time.”
“Yeah, you are just one person with dozens of animals. It does suck that people don’t adopt these days.”
>”Even if they do get a home, they would breed them and sell the pups for an easy buck. Those heartless brutes, abusing a poor creature for an easy profit.”
“Too bad you couldn’t take all of them home.”
>”I wish I could, but there would be complaints about them everywhere at my house.”
>She stops scrubbing.
“What’s wrong?”
>”Sometimes, I just wonder… why I even try.”
>You stop washing Claire.
>”Day in and day out, I wash, clean and feed them, waiting for someone to walk through that door and adopt any one of these poor creatures. But no, I roughly get any visitors that come by, let alone stand outside to look at any of them.”
>You grab her hand.
“Someday, they will. People will wonder what they are missing in their lives.”
>She looks at you and brings up a hopeful smile.
>”I guess.”
“It takes a while. Maybe a kid will want to know what responsibility is, or a man needs his best friend. Heck, maybe a middle aged woman who gives up on everyone needs to finally cater a cat.”
>She smirks and shakes her head.
>”You’re silly sometimes, Anon.”
>Her hand moves a bit to grab onto your own hand.
>For what it seems like an eternity, the both of you look at each other’s eyes.
>As she slowly leans in, you stay there and watch.
>You almost forgot that you were washing a dog, which shakes around to dry themselves off.
>Fluttershy rapidly jumps back and land into that tub filled with filthy water.
>You stand up and walk over to help Fluttershy out of the dirt filled water.
>When you pick her up and bring her into the light, you can clearly see through her white tank top.
>”W-what are…”
>When she notices that her shirt is now see through, she tried to cover her perked nipples with her arms.
>You turn around to make sure you get a fresh towel from the stack.
>She snatches it away from you and covers her chest and face up.
>”I, uh, I-I’ll be in the back.”
>She turns around and walks into the desk.
>”Ow! Sonof…”
>You put a hand on her shoulder and walk her to the door leading to the back of the store.
>While you wait for her, you put some of the stuff away and finish up drying off the dogs.
>After fifteen minutes, she comes back out with a new dry tank top and skirt.
>”Um, t-thanks for helping me.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry that Claire…”
>”Don’t worry, they do that so often. Although, I never flew into a tub of used water, and, y-you know.” A slight blush roams around her face.
“It’ll never leave this room.”
>”Thank you.” She says with a small smile.
“I have to leave, it’s pretty late and my parents might get worried.”
>“Oh, I don’t want to get you in trouble. You may go.”
>As you’re about to leave, she stops you for a while to say something.
>”Anon, once again, thank you.”

>What a rough day.
>It does not get any better in the next day.
>Throughout lunch, Applejack and Fluttershy seemed upset about how you treated them yesterday, while everyone else had a dirty smirk.
>It doesn’t take a genius to tell that they knew about their failed attempts.
>You are sitting right between them, trying to ignore what occurred yesterday.
>When lunchtime comes around, it makes matters worse when Rarity or Rainbow Dash asks either of you on how yesterday went.
>”Hey Applejack, how did your day go?” Rainbow asks from across the table.
>”It was progressive. We rearranged the attic, it was a fine day.” Applejack answers.
>”Who helped you? I thought Big Mac was studying.” Rainbow Dash teases.
>”It was Anon. We just moved some stuff around and talked.” AJ replies with a slight bitterness.
>”That’s cool. Too bad that’s all you guys did.” Rainbow says to add salt to the wound.
>Applejack digs her fingers into the table while giving a bad eye to her.
>Rarity lowers her fork and looks over to Fluttershy who is currently playing with her salad.
>”Fluttershy, how did the animal shelter go yesterday?”
>She stops and looks to her left side.
>”Uh, it was fine. There was some trouble, but Anon did help me out.”
>”He did?” Rarity fakes her astonishment.
>”Y-yes, we finished giving the animals a bath, so it was fine.” Fluttershy sounded as if she was bothered when she replied to Rarity’s question.
>Everyone continued to eat their food and ignore each other’s glare they made to one another.

>You walk through the deserted hallways to enter Room 403, the culinary arts room.
>Since they have all the equipment, Pinkie Pie prefers to cook in school.
>You look through the glass window that is integrated on the door to see Pinkie pounding on a blob of dough.
>She looks over to spot you standing outside.
>”Hey Nonny!” She happily says while waiving the dough in her hand.
>You open the door and enter the classroom.
>Every other table is cleaned out, while the table she is using is messy.
>There are some stray stains of dough on the beige table.
>It is cluttered with pans and bowls scattered around.
>You drop your backpack on the floor right beside the doorway and approach Pinkie.
“So, what do you need me to—“
>”I have some batter in that mixing bowl over there. Can you stir it around to keep it blended?” She points at a wooden spoon sticking out of a light green bowl.
“Yeah, I got it.”
>You grab the bowl and stir the mixing around.
>”Thanks! I hate to have my cakes mismatched or bits of flour still all powdery.”
“Those small clumps of powder sure are a hassle to break them apart.”
>”Ugh, tell me about it. They are always the reason why I’m just a step away from creating a perfect cake.”
>You look around and notice the empty bags on the floor.
>After counting them all, there are three that she used before you came.
>”Pinkie, what happened to the used batter?”
>She points at a refrigerator to the right side of her.
>You keep on mixing the bowl while walking over to the common white one.
>You open it up to see rows of completed cakes, all topped off with icing and matching toppings on them.
>Even the bottom and top shelf is cluttered with rows of finished pastries, each having their own name to someone.
“Wow.”
>”Yup, and that’s all the students that have their birthdays later this week.”
>You close the door and go back to stand right beside Pinkie Pie to continue working on her next creation.

>”Okay Nonny! Just this last batch and we’ll be set for the week!”
“Finally, I burnt my hand on that oven two times!”
>She giggles with a snort.
>You found a mixing bowl ten minutes ago that is very handy to get the small blobs.
>Pinkie Pie isn’t a fan for these things.
>She prefers her cakes handmade, knowing that it is completely made by love.
>Unfortunately, it beats the wooden spoon by a mile in your book.
“Aaand, done!”
>You flick the switch and tilt the motor head back to bring out the mixing bowl.
>”Nice job! Too bad you couldn’t get used to the mixing it the old way.”
“Yeah, when something cuts time in half, I had to take it. Sorry that your cakes aren’t completely made with love.”
>”Psh, don’t worry about it. With some glitter and icing, I’ll give it all the care in the world.”
>Pinkie slides the mixing bowl to the side of you to get closer.
>”Sooo…”
“Sooo…?” You partially mock her.
>She is resting a hand on the table and eyes you, expecting to receive something.
>You follow her hand to notice that it is right beside the switch on the mixer.
>You slowly approach her and –accidentally— flick the switch with your elbow.
>The wire whip spins around, spewing some leftover cake mix around you and Pinkie Pie.
>You back away from the machine gone rogue while your startled friend jumps back and ducks under the table.
>"It's the attack of the machines!" She shouts out from underneath.
>While ignoring the incoming batter, you cautiously approach the machine and flick the switch back off.
“You can come out now.”
>She pops her head over the counter to look around.
>”Few! I almost thought they had us right there. Heh heh…”
“Hey, don’t worry about it. They’ll get us next time, right?” You jokingly say.
>Pinkie gives out a weak chuckle.
“Sorry to cut this short, but I got to go.”
>”Wait! Don’t you wanna clean up first?”
“I’ll be fine, trust me. Since when did some flour and milk hurt anyone?”
>She gives out a much stronger chuckle at your remark.
>You grab your stuff and head for the door.

>It’s a bit late, but she always prefers to finish up her work on the same day.
>You speed down the empty hallway to approach Room 206.
>This is where Rarity creates her latest designs.
>You take a peek inside.
>She is currently using a sewing machine to patch up a hole in a jacket.
>For some reason, she is using a baggy sweater that is a size too big.
>As you knock on the door to get her attention, it works to break her fixed concentration from the progress.
>She turns it off to give an angry stare at whoever would bother her at this time.
>That hostility quickly vanishes and gets replaced by a friendly smile.
>She waives her hand, gesturing you to come in.
>You try to open the door, but it seems to be locked.
>Rarity gets up to unlock the door for you.
>“Sorry about that, you don’t know how often my designs get stolen.”
“I can’t deny that they are the best.”
>”Well, I don’t mean to brash, but they are the finest that the school can witness.”
>The both of you laugh as she closes the door to lock it.
“Why are you wearing a sweater?”
>”I tend to be very active and in some stress, so I adjusted the thermostat to an ideal temperature to work in.” She comments while rolling up her sleeves. ”Are you ready?”
“For what?”
>”To try on some new designs, what else?”
>You can think of another reason, but she isn’t going to admit it.
“Sure, what do you have?”
>She walks over to a closet to open it up, revealing a suit.
“Uh, wow.”
>”It’s been a design I’ve kept for some time. Well? Do try it on.”
>You unhook it from the rack and bring it into the light.
>A black suit with a white shirt and a red tie to fill it in.
>You take the hanger out of the shirt and start to—
>”Wait!”
>You bring your hand away from her sudden outburst.
“What?”
>”You aren’t going to wear it while using those clothes.”
“Why…?”
>”Just, follow me to the dressing room.”

>You push over the curtain to see Rarity waiting for your return.
“How do I look?” You say while stepping out.
>”Marvelous, simply marvelous darling.”
“All of it feels a bit tight.”
>”I hope that you don’t mind, but it is a slim fit. I could make some adjustments.”
“Don’t worry about it. I just wanted to let you know. Who is this for?” You say while fixing your sleeve.
>”It is all for you.”
“Wait, what?”
>She nods.
>”Yes, I just wanted to give you a gift that will certainly be useful in the near future.”
>You snicker.
“Such as?”
>”Oh, I don’t know. It can assist you during an interview, possibly a social gathering, or even to stand out for a date.”
“Yeah, I’m not sure about it.”
>”No, keep it. I do insist.”
“Well, alright.”
>You start to undo your buttons on your jacket.
>”Wait, what are you doing?”
“I’m done with this one, right?”
>”No, keep it on for a little bit longer. I need to get your precise measurements.” She says while rolling out a tape measure.
>This seems somewhat skeptical for you.
“Why?”
>”Just for future reference, hold still.”
>You stand still as she measures your legs, waist, and chest.
>Your tie is starting to irritate you, since you weren’t sure on how tight you need it to be.
>While she is measuring one arm, you use the other to loosen it.
>She takes notice and drops the tape measure.
>”Here, let me fix it.”
>You bring down your hand as she raises her hands.
>She undoes your tie completely and starts from the beginning.
>”You don’t use ties frequently, do you?”
“I just haven’t had any lessons from my old man.”
>”Right.” She snickers.
“Hey, he’s a busy man.”
>”I understand. It’s just that you haven’t learned yourself.”
“I have my reasons.”
>”Yes, you must be very busy.” She teases.
“I wouldn’t say busy. It would be more as preoccupied.”
>”Sure Anon, just be prepared for certain times where you might not expect in the future.”
>Yet you are prepared for what may happen next.
>”There, finished.” She comments while straightening your tie. “No woman in the right mind would resist you now.”
“Even you?” You say without a second though.
>”Her white face heats up from your question.
>”I… uh… You’re….”
>She slides her hands away from your collar and places them on your shoulders.
>You look at her half closed eyes and smile.
>You instantly think of an excuse as she closes in.
“Anything else you need me to do?”
>Just as she was closing her eyes, they shoot open.
>Her smile disappears as she backs away from you.
>”Uh, n-no, that will do.”
>She brings her arms back and goes past you to head back to work on a dress that is still being sewn together.
“Are you alright?”
>”Why yes. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“It’s just that…”
>She speeds up her development while trying to focus on it.
>”A girl who worked for weeks to perfect a suit for her companion can’t just simply give it to her?”
>She turns up the speed by lowering the switch.
“Rarity—“
>”One who couldn’t just simply thank for, after a painstaking thought process and working her fingers to the bone, just couldn’t give it to a –friend– and nothing else?”
>You just stand there as she lowers the switch to its limit.
>”All for what, a friend who seems to not want or seem in the slightest interest to care about all the sweat and tears that were used for a simple suit!?” She snaps her head at you as she yells.
>In the sidelines is the sleeve of her sweater getting caught in the machine.
>As it whirls and jams, she notices it and panics.
>”Oh no!” She screams in distress.
>You run over and grab her arm to keep it away from the needle.
>The sleeve stretches out and starts to rip.
>It starts to spread and widen around her arm until it gives out, causing you to fall back with her.
>You fall right beside her and still hold on to her arm, evidently landing right on it.
>”Aah!” She groans in pain.
>You jump up and look at how badly she is damaged.
>Just as you were, you see that the entire sweater fell apart, only leaving her black bra on.
>”What are…?”
>Rarity looks at her arm and follows it up to finally notice that she is a layer away from exposure.
>She tries to cover it up by crossing her arms, but correctly does so by gathering the bits of the tattered sweater scattered around.
>”Darn it, this cashmere was imported from overseas!”
“Why would you wear that instead of a suited size?”
>”It was the only one I could find in here!” She snaps at you.
>You step back as she gets up to turn off the sewing machine.
>”I-I need to get a new shirt, fix a ruined dress while one of my arms are injured. That’s just lovely to make my work even longer.”
“Hey, I didn’t mean to do that on purpose!” You complain.
>She lets out a sigh of disappointment.
>”I know. It’s just…”
>You wait around, expecting her to finish her sentence.
>She just pouts and turns away.
>”Just go.”
>You decided to just grab your backpack and head for the door.
>As you unlocked it and stand outside, it slams shut with a click to follow up.
>When the sewing machine turns back on, you realized that you are still wearing the suit, leaving your clothes back inside.
“Hey, I- never mind.”

>It just gets worse.
>After today, you aren’t sure how long that your plan will stay together.
>The hostility between the girls is getting much more threatening than before.
>During lunchtime, only aggressive glares were passed around.
>It faded away when Sunset Shimmer came by and sat with all of you.
>”Hey guys, you don’t seem to talk like you used to.” She says when trying to find a spot.
>You move away from Twilight and Rainbow to make some room.
>Instead, Rainbow moves closer to you, just to further the distance from Applejack sitting right beside her.
>”Thanks Dash, but there is barely any room on your side.”
>”There’s some room over here.” Rarity speaks up when moving her tray away from Pinkie.
>Pinkie doesn’t even pay attention as she tries to stare down Rainbow Dash.
>”I must ask, did I miss anything for the last few days?” Sunset tries to start a conversation.
>”Not really,” Rarity answers. “Anon has been helping each of us with something, nothing else.”
>You just look at your food and play with it.
>”Like what?” Shimmer questions her.
>”Moving some crap with AJ, washing a few mutts with Flutters, mixing dough with Pinkie, and trying on some new fabric with Rarity. I wonder what’s next on his to-do list.” Rainbow Dash mocks out the others that have failed.
>”Darn, sounds like some work, Anon.”
>You just shrug and drink your water bottle.
>”What was this ‘new fabric’ you said?” Sunset highlights Dash’s words.
>”It’s a gift that I gave to Anon last night. A brand new suit I crafted over the passing weeks.” Rarity downheartedly replied.
>”Really, when can I see it?” Sunset says with interest.
>”From what I’ve seen Anon acting, I’d say never… or regrettably, very soon.” Rarity pessimistically says.
“I’ll wear it later this week, just to show you how it looks, Sunset.” You comment.

>Some are surprised to your statement, while you sense burning hated coming from Rarity’s side.
>”Sure Anon, just don’t get it tattered on the first day.” Rarity provokingly remarks your announcement.
>You just eye her and look at her irritated frown. You hate to admit that Rarity wanted to win so badly just by her overreacting attitude ever since last night.
>You go back to eating and disregard her attempt to disturb you.
>Lunch went by with Sunset asking what has everyone been up to, even though Rarity just sat there trying to get you to acknowledge her presence.

>At least that’s over.
>In class, she passed over threatening notes to you. The first one stated that if you ever came to school with the suit, she would stitch the clothes you left behind together.
>You couldn’t care less. Unlike everyone else, you have other articles of clothing to dress in.
>You just crumpled it up and tossed it in your backpack.
>The next note wasn’t any better. She would throw rumors around that you would wear the same exact underwear for the last week.
>You didn’t even hesitate to toss that with the other note in your backpack.
>That was the final straw. The last note was a brief threat on gluing your hair together.
>You couldn’t help but chuckle at how ridiculous that was, especially on how she would even pull it off.
>Just like everything else, it was tossed into your backpack and then thrown away at the end of class.
>Rarity catches you off guard as you walk out of class.
>”How could you?!”
“What do you mean?”
>”You most certainly know! You’re trying to spite me with my own gift. Why must you hurt me in this way?” She demands.
“I’m not. The only thing that I’m doing is staging your design for others. You’re just overcomplicating this.”
>You and Rarity ignore the few onlookers in class.
>”Overcomplicating?!” She quotes.
“Yes, it’s not like we were dating or anything.” You casually reply.

>Rarity grinds her teeth and raises a finger, but drops it all.
>She is dismayed by realizing your response.
>”No, I suppose we’re not.”
>She grabs her bag and walks down the hallway without saying another word.
>You realize the other students were watching perplexed at what just happened.
>You went the opposite way to avoid the chances of meeting Rarity for the rest of the way.

>The dirt trail is difficult to traverse.
>What only makes it worse is the fact that you are not wearing any hiking boots.
>You stop to catch your balance.
>”Come on! You better not be tired already!” Rainbow Dash shouts out.
>She is standing at the ridge of the mountain, only to vanish when she crosses over.
>You walk along the trail, taking your time with each step.
>After today, you are going to order some hiking shoes, just in case if this gets called up.
>Then again, that depends on how Rainbow Dash will hook you in.
>You continue to climb until you reach the top to look at an astounding view of the green down below.
>There isn’t a trail to be spotted in front of you, only a bunch of green throughout this side.
>”It’s pretty rad, huh? It’s a small discovery I made a few weeks back.”
>She digs her shoe into the ground.
>”You want to see something cool?”
>You just shrug, unsure on what she is planning.
>She grabs you by the hand and leads you closer to the edge.
>”Trust me, this’ll be fun.”
>She turns you around to face her.
>Rainbow Dash gives you a smile before pushing you back.
>She still holds on, but does not prevent the fall from continuing any further.
>Instead, she holds on to you when you fall down along the peak of the mountain.
>The two of you tumble down the green floor, rolling down until a shrub stops.
>Your back lays flat on the shrub, while Rainbow Dash stops on top of you.
>”That was fun.”
“Next time, warn me when you’re about to kill me.”
>She laughs.
>”Lighten up. Were both fine.”

>She moves around, causing the leaves on the shrub to scrunch.
>”Either I’m on top of a loose branch, or you’re too happy to see me.”
>You’re sure it is a loose branch, but she wouldn’t believe you.
“Maybe you’re right. You could look, but that would be wrong.”
>”I didn’t know you were touchy.”
“Then you have a lot to learn.”
>Rainbow chuckles.
>”But seriously, what am I sitting on?”
>She looks down to see that there is a stray branch that came from a nearby tree.
>”Oh.”
“Yeah.”
>”Hey, don’t make me look any further.”
>You just snicker, doubting she would.
>”Alright, I’m bluffing.”
>She crawls up your chest.
>”But, if you want…”
>She looks to the side and scratches the back of her head.
>”I— we could… I dunno….”
>Rainbow Dash moves closer to your face with a look you’ve never seen her make.
>Usually she would be determined or mad, but this one was something that you couldn’t even describe.
>Naturally, you would allow her to kiss you, but you can’t.
>Instead, you try to move, only to realize that she pinned you to the shrub.
>You shake around, trying to free yourself from her grasp.
>The shrub below you starts to crack, and then it collapses from the lack of support to keep you and Rainbow Dash up.
>She lands back on top of your chest and loses her grip on your arms.
>You push her aside and get off the flattened bush.
>”Hey! What’s your problem!?” She shouts.
>You brush off any stray leaves from your shirt.
“What?”
>”You know what you did! What, you can’t handle Dash?”
“It’s not that.”
>”Then what’s wrong?”
>You want to answer, but it’s still too soon.
>”Cat got your tongue?”
>You just shake your head.
>”Whatever, let’s go.” She says while walking up.
>You follow her, since she is the one who gave you a ride here and the fact that you don’t know how to get back down.

>Goddamn Rainbow Dash.
>She dropped you off somewhere in the city, leaving you to walk back.
>The worst part is that you can’t go home, not yet.
>There is one stop that you need to make.

>Twenty-four minutes it took you to get back to school.
>The sun is wasting away in the outskirts of the city.
>You’re worried that Twilight might rip you apart for being late.
>With any luck, she could at least forgive you that Rainbow ditched you somewhere in the city.
>You run through the school and try to open up the library doors.
>Locked.
>They don’t keep it open for the entire day.
>Looks like you’re screwed for that test tomo—
>”Anon?” A voice comes from the other side of the door.
>It’s Twilight and she is wearing a zipped up jacket.
>”I didn’t expect for you to show up.”
“It’s just like you said, I needed this grade so badly and I can’t pass it without your help.”
>She pushed the doors and lets you in.
>You follow her into the library and sit at a secluded table in the far end of the library.
>”Oh! I almost forgot.”
>She runs behind a bookshelf to bring out something covered in a tarp.
>Let’s see what her plan is.
“What is it?”
>”I wanted to get some results on how the human heart reacts to certain predicaments.”
“…okay, how?”
>She pulls off the tarp to reveal a heart rate monitor.
>This wasn’t the standard miniature armband that measures it with pressure; this was the bulky hospital version.
“Where did you get it?”
>”Does it matter? I just said it was for research, so they lend it to me.”
“You stole it, didn’t you?”
>She isn’t doing well on hiding the guilt and shame from her face.
>”I’ll give it back, I promise!”
>You sigh and roll up your sleeve.
“Alright, let’s do this while we study.”
>”Yes!” She fist pumps. “I mean, that’s great.”
>She grabs two wires with suction cups at the end.
>”You may want to bring up your shirt."

>You roll down your sleeve and pull up your shirt.
>”Okay. One will go here and another right beside it.”
>You can sense some pressure on the left side of your chest.
>It continues once more at the center, not too far from where she started off.
>”Now, to make sure this is functional.”
“You didn’t turn it on before I arrived?”
>”It was last minute.”
>Sure it was.
>Twilight flicks the power switch and adjusts the knob to get a reading on your heart.
>”Yes! That leaves the experiment.”
“And remember about my study session?”
>”Huh? Oh, soon enough, just when we’re done with this.”
>The heart monitor followed the steady beat inside your chest and called out with a beep every moment.
>”Now, just hold still while I trigger some key elements with different instruments.”
>She unzips her backpack to bring out a pen, notepad, a lighter, and a bottle of hot sauce from the cafeteria.
“Are you sure this is for science?”
>”Yes it is. Just relax, and let me do all the work.
>Twilight grabs out the pen and clicks it.
>She scribbles something down on her notepad and then sets it down.
>Without warning, she jabs the pen onto your hand.
>You jump and grunt in anguish.
>Afterwards the steady beat from the monitor accelerates.
>”Good.” She says while jotting down something into her notepad.
“How was that good!?”
>Twilight taps the monitor that is now lowering the beeping’s pace.
>”That is one out of the way, four more to test out.”
“Oh joy.” You sarcastically say.
>”It won’t be much. Just sit back and allow me to do everything else.”
“You better be sure about this.”
>She nods.
>You slump back in the chair and await her surprise.
>Twilight grabs the bottle of hot sauce.
>She twists off the cap and approaches you.
>”Open up.”
“Please tell me that this one is a joke.”
>”It will enter your body one way or another.”
>From her unbending attitude, you open up your mouth and wait.

>Instead of a few drops or the sum of a tablespoon, she pours the bottle straight down your throat.
>You chug it a few times before pushing her back and unplugging yourself from the monitor to run off.
>You find a water fountain right beside the entrance.
>Smash the button to suck each and every drop from it.
>For a couple minutes, you don’t get interrupted.
>That is when Twilight finds you draining the pipelines dry.
>”Even though this one came across with insufficient results, I’ll take it that it exceeded the standard rate.”
>You stop drinking and wipe your mouth.
“Anything else you would care to tell me?”
>”I won’t do anything hurtful from this point on.”
“Do you promise?”
>She puts one hand to her chest and raises the other.
“Whatever that means.”
>”Yes, I promise.”
>You follow her and get strapped to the monitor once more.
>”Alright, test number three.”
>She picks up the lighter and flicks it a few times.
>When a small flame emits from it you start to sink in your chair.
“Remember our promise?”
>”I know, just stay where you are.”
>As the flame approaches you, the steady beeping on the monitor rises once more.
>With each moment that the glowing fire gets bigger, the speed of the pinging sound continues to grow.
>When you can feel the heat coming from the flash of light, it goes out.
>”See? Nothing bad happened.”
>Twilight goes back to her seat and writes down her report.
>The pounding of your heart settles down, so does the rhythm of the monitor.
“Okay, what’s next?”
>Without a word, Twilight drops her pen to unzip her jacket.
>She reveals her chest, bounded by a thin bra.
>You are betrayed by the cardiac monitor, as it allows the beeping to rise.
>”As I expected.” She comments when writing down on the notepad.
>There is no way this could get any worse.
>”Now for the last test to this experiment.”
>Maybe it can.
>She zips up her jacket and gets up from her chair.

>Twilight crouches down to sit on your lap.
>”Don’t worry about a thing. This is part of our little test.” She serenely says.
>While her forehead touches your own, she grabs your shoulders and looks down.
>The beeping from the monitor fades away when you can hear nothing but her breathing down your face.
>”Anon… I…”
“Am done?” You interrupt.
>Her eyes shot open and directly looked at you in surprise.
>”I thought…”
“About what? Can we study now, because it’s getting late?”
>She slides her hands off your shoulders to unplug the suction cups from your chest.
>”Yes, just let me put this away.”
>She sounds miserable, almost as if she knew that this was all her.
>When the cart with the monitor is pushed back to its spot, she grabs out a textbook and flips to a page holding a bookmark.
>”We’ll recap chapter seven, and then I’ll ask you some questions. When that is over, I’ll…”
>You did it.
>You know what you have done.
>You outlasted each of the six girls and wait what hell tomorrow brings.
>This will be the most difficult day of this week.
>These girls will demand answers from you and you aren’t even sure yourself if this was all worth it.
>Not just for them, but for yourself.
>Each one was tossed aside, where you could have picked one and this would have been over.
>Even now, you realized you tossed out any chance of having a potential girlfriend.
>It’s too late to take any of that back.
>When the time comes, they will understand.
>The only problem is that will you?
>”Anon? Anon!”
“Yes?”
>”Did you hear what I said?”
“Yeah, a brief rundown of the chapter and then you will question me.”
>”And…?”
“And, what?”
>”We will do the same for the next two chapters.”
“Oh, right.”
>For now, you just need to pay attention and last for a few more hours.
>At least Twilight seems to be more forgiving than the other two.