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- This was just a scene I wanted to add to the original Prom Night Story but never found a place to put it. It was meant to be the ending but at the time of writing I just wanted to end the story. But this scene never left my mind so I wanted to get it off my chest. Think of it as an epilogue.
- >Things don't feel too different.
- >You have a girlfriend now.
- >If you can call it that.
- >Rainbow Dash is your friend, sure.
- >She lets you do things to her.
- >She does things to you.
- >She's still a bitch.
- >Nowhere near what she used to be
- >But you don't take her shit.
- >It's... complicated.
- >Even though it really isn’t.
- >You just make it so.
- >Dad seems to think it's your guy's way of showing affection to each other.
- >You had asked him about this before.
- >He said it would work, albeit; dysfunctional.
- >Even so.
- >Life largely stayed the same.
- >You did your sports.
- >She did hers.
- >She would come to your games.
- >She didn't seem too interested in it until you were up to bat.
- >Then she'd scream her lungs out.
- >It was cute.
- >You'd both meet with each other on occasion.
- >You both found a mutual love for DDR and would play together.
- >Even came up with a freestyle routine with each other for shits and giggles.
- >You finally met her parents.
- >Much to your surprise, and Dash's, her father had a vague idea of who you are.
- >Turns out he's a baseball enthusiast himself and had kept tabs on you through the local newspaper.
- >He gave you a story of how he tired to get Dash into baseball
- >When she was a kid she tried to play and she was hit by a ball and cried.
- >Thus, she swore off baseball.
- >Ha! It's like poetry.
- >Today's agenda you decided to take Dash over to the batting cages.
- >Partly to get her to shut up about hitting a ball is piss easy.
- >Also perhaps to get over her possible phobia?
- >You were probably over-thinking it.
- >But it would still be a good time.
- >You hope.
- >You lead Dash into the facility.
- >Familiar sounds of baseballs popping into leather gloves and metallic sounds of aluminum bats clashing with ball to send off into the distance.
- >It made you feel at home.
- >Not so much for Dash.
- >Which was fine.
- >She didn't have to like the sport.
- >But damn you were going to get her to respect it at least.
- >Both of you separate and go change into more appropriate clothing for workouts.
- >You emerge with your usual getup of black shorts with a long sleeve shirt with 'Wondercolts Baseball' imprinted in front with the School's insignia.
- >School colors and all.
- >While you wait for Dash you decide to limber up.
- >You get some dirty looks from what you assume are players from Crystal Prep.
- >Judging by color of their gear led you to this assumption.
- >You just shoot them a smile and a wave.
- >Nothing gets under their skin more than showing hospitality.
- >Entitled cunts.
- >”Alright, I'm good to go!”
- >Rainbow Dash makes her way towards you.
- >Mostly baggy t-shirt with black sleeves and small tight athletic shorts.
- >Tube socks that went up to just under her knees.
- >You look up and down at her.
- “Alright, follow me.”
- >You then lead her into a new area of the facility.
- >A large spacious room with rows upon rows of cages.
- >In each cage there is a machine at the far end that fires a baseball.
- >”Why so many cages?” Dash asks.
- “Well, the obvious and short answer is that there is usually more than one person who wants to practice their swings.”
- >You point out to the cages at each person who is in a cage right now.
- >There are about 9 people in cages at the moment.
- >”And the 'not obvious and long' answer?”
- “There are two cages devoted to a certain type of pitch speed. Ranging from 60mph up to 90mph.”
- >Her face then lights up.
- >”Well then? Let me at that 90 cage!”
- >She begins to make her way down the hall but you grab her by the shirt and pull her back.
- “Hold it! There's no way I'm letting you at it before I see your stance and swing.”
- >She looks disappointed.
- >”Aww, C'mon! I know I can hit a ball!”
- >While she was whining, you grab a bat and a batting helmet and hand them over to her.
- “Stop bitching, put the helmet on and get your ass in that 60mph cage and CONVINCE me you can hit a ball!”
- >She pouts and drags the bat into the cage.
- >”Whatever, this'll be a piece of cake.”
- >She activates the machine and gets into her stance.
- >At least you think that's her stance.
- >Now there really is no right way to hit a ball.
- >But there is definitely a wrong way to.
- >Her stance is terrible.
- >Feet together.
- >Knees not bent.
- >Hands not close together.
- >This is going to be good.
- >First ball is shot from the machine.
- >Swing!
- >Miss!
- >A bad swing to boot.
- >She only swings her arms.
- >You shake your head.
- >She can't be this oblivious about how to swing a bat.
- “What the hell was that!?”
- >You mock her from the outside of the cage.
- >”Fuck off! I'm just getting warmed up!”
- >She gets in the same stance again.
- >Swing.
- >Miss.
- >”Arrrgh!!”
- >Shes getting frustrated.
- >Three more pitches.
- >Three more swings.
- >...and three more misses.
- >Then something happened.
- >She then spread her legs out.
- >She bent her knees.
- >And slid her hands closer together.
- >She got the hint.
- >Another pitch comes.
- >She makes contact.
- >The ball pops up in the air and drops.
- >“Hah! I'm getting the hang of this!”
- >Another pitch.
- >She makes contact again.
- >The ball dribbles off to the side.
- >Another pitch.
- >Another ball hit to the ground.
- >Final pitch.
- >She hits it and sends a line drive up the middle.
- >A fancy baseball term for she hit it back to the machine.
- >Not bad.
- >She's getting that smug look on her face.
- >You step into the cage with her and start to slow clap
- “Not that bad a start. Well, it was really bad at first, but I must applaud your adjustments midway through.”
- >She places one end of the bat on the ground and uses it for a stand.
- >”Yeah I know I'm awesome!”
- >You snort and you get behind her.
- “Now let me show you some tips that will make you even more awesome.”
- >You're right behind her.
- >Bodies touching.
- >You can feel her tense up a bit.
- You slide your arms over hers.
- >You grab her wrists that are gripping the bat.
- “Try to keep the bat at a 45 degree angle.”
- >You pressure her arms with yours to lower her elbows.
- “Try to keep your elbows below your hands.”
- >You let go.
- >You gently knee her inner thighs.
- “Always try to have your legs spread to at least shoulder length.”
- >Finally, you grab her by her hips.
- “Also remember. It's all in the hips.”
- >You begin to rock her hips back and forth in a rhythmic motion.
- >She finally flails at you to get away.
- >You notice her face is red.
- >”I get it you perv!”
- >You laugh and begin to exit the cage.
- “One last thing.”
- >You make your way back to her.
- >You lean into her face.
- >Faces just inches apart.
- >eyes are locked.
- >You press forward as if to kiss her.
- >Just before contact you whisper.
- “Always keep your eye on the ball.”
- >You very quickly pull back and hit the button to activate the pitching machine.
- >You can't tell if she's embarrassed or pissed over what jut happened.
- >She's breathing heavy.
- >Her swings are more awkward from when she had the bad stance.
- >You have yourself a laugh.
- >After she calmed herself down she began to get hits.
- >Solid hits.
- >Line shots.
- >Even fly balls.
- >They're going pretty far as well.
- >The last two pitches she get's solid contact on.
- >And sends them flying as high and as far as the cages let them.
- “Well then,”
- >She had a good session.
- >She exits the cage still looking a bit angry
- “Great start, now we can move up to-”
- >”We're going 90.” She abruptly tells you
- >You were going to say 80.
- >But you decide to just let her at it.
- >She seems mad still.
- >Plus she has the bat.
- >Can't let this get too ugly.
- >You both make your way to the end of the cages.
- >Dash heads into the cage and begin to take a few practice swings before activating the machine.
- >She finally does.
- >The first pitch comes.
- >It blows right past her.
- >She didn't even swing.
- >”What the hell was that!?”
- >Another pitch.
- >She doesn't see and swings way too late.
- >She looks more panicked than annoyed at this moment.
- >You're getting a good chuckle at least.
- “You see Dashie, what most non baseball players realize is that while it looks easy to hit these kinds of pitches on TV. When you're truly faced with a 90mph or above fastball; things get a bit quick.”
- >She starts grunting as she still takes late swings.
- >She finished the session without making any kind of contact.
- >Dash looks over to you.
- >It's your turn to give her a smug, almost 'I told you so' look.
- >She slams her fist on the button to activate the machine again for another round.
- >10 more swings.
- >10 more misses.
- >Her swings are getting slower and more sloppy.
- >She's getting tired.
- >She's putting all her strength into each swing and that wares on you quick.
- >Well, at least she caught some of one of the pitches.
- >The ball flew to the back of the cage in your direction.
- >Even with two layers of fence between the ball and you, you still flinch
- >But still not much
- >She storms out the cage and shoves the bat into your chest.
- >”Alright pencil dick, let's see you try it.”
- >You take the bat from her hands.
- “Ok.”
- >You make your way into the cage and warm yourself up.
- >Take a few practice swings.
- >You then activate the machine.
- >First pitch comes.
- >You tip it but it still blows past you.
- >Rainbow Dash is now laughing in the back.
- >”Come on Mr. Baseball! Show me something!”
- >Second pitch comes.
- >Again, you barely hit the bottom of the ball.
- >Popping it up in the air.
- >Third pitch
- >*CLANK*
- >Solid contact.
- >Ball is sent blazing off into the air.
- >You don't hear any trash talk from Rainbow Dash behind you.
- >Another pitch.
- >*CLANK*
- >Another hit.
- >Again, not a peep from Rainbow Dash.
- >Overall 4 solid hits and the rest you at least made contact.
- >You emerge from the cage victorious.
- >Dash is just leaning on the cage with her arms crossed.
- >”This is stupid.” She pouts
- >You lean next to Dash on the cage and start nudging her
- “It was your first time! I've been at this for years.”
- >You tell her in a playful tone
- “Can you at least admit it's not easy to hit an actual baseball? For me?”
- >You plead to her as you are now full on leaning on her.
- >Your head resting on her shoulder.
- >She lifts herself off the cage and turns away from you.
- >Then back to facing you.
- >”Yeah, I guess you're pretty awesome at hitting a baseball.”
- >Good enough.
- >In a fit of excitement, you grab her and begin to twirl her in the air.
- “Yes! That's good enough for me!”
- >You let her down.
- >Her face has a pink hue to it.
- ”Y-Yeah! You'd have to be awesome to get any of this!”
- >She starts motioning her arms up and down her body as if presenting herself.
- >She's trying to save face.
- >In front of nobody she knows or really cares about.
- >Except you.
- >And you just let that roll off of you.
- >It's a lot easier than it used to be.
- >Because you ARE awesome.
- >Also because now you know where that mouth of hers goes anytime she acts up.
- >And that's on your dick.
- >And that always puts a smile on your face.
- >You wrap your arm around her shoulders and begin to lead her out of the batting cages.
- “Lets go get something to eat.”
- >You hope to have left a lasting impression on her over this.
- >Only time will tell.
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