Conflicting Conflicts

by ChamomileTea

Rating: mature
Tags: Princess Luna, Drama, Romance, Equestria Girls, Sex, Gilda, Princess Celestia, Sweetie Belle, Main 6
Length: 12078

Anonymous Johnson is just trying to survive normal Equestrian society, but one particular girl won't let that happen

Since his parents both died in a business trip, Anonymous has been living on his own. He thought he was dealing with enough problems just alone, but stuff changed once he decided to transfer to the bourgeois paradise of Canterlot High. He just moved there so that he could get a better education, but he would soon find out that he has much more to deal with.

Published 2016-06-17 03:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-10-01 19:28:50 UTC

Chapter 1: Life's A Beach

-CHAPTER ONE-

I thought I had it golden. I thought, 'Just get through high school, and you're good.'. Boy, was I mistaken. Canterlot was a lot more different than Whinneapolis. Everything felt a lot...more...fake? Everyone had an IPone, literally everyone. The principals, Stuck-up kids, even the Amish. It's a special type of hell. Anyways, I'm Anonymous Johnson, and my parents died in a business trip to Neighjing when I was 12. To be honest, nothing changed. They weren't around more than half the time, so I learned how to do most everyday tasks by myself. And by myself I mean by google. I knew enough about regular society to where I could probably survive on the streets. And it really helps around Canterlot, because everybody in this city is too fucking enveloped in media to even have a nice day out in the city. That means that there's a lot of people who neglect their house, which provides me a job. I didn't really need a job, though. I inherited enough money to start at least eight businesses. Let's just say they were pretty big names in the trade world.

Otherwise, let's get back to this shitty school. Everyone is exactly the stereotype of bougie. They would talk about serious topics with no real info behind their own beliefs. They would read something off of Facehoof, and instantly believe it's true. They're all clouded by their money. I bet it wouldn't take them 5 minutes to ask for Wi-Fi if they were stuck on an island. There's one asshole of a lady who is an unspoken leader of these kind of people, and her stupid-ass name is Rarity. God, I fucking hate her. She never treats anyone outside of her little six-friend circle with a bit of respect, especially me. She says that I'm "dirty", and "uncouth.", when she wouldn't even be able to spell the latter. Then, she'll tell the network of students at this school false rumors. "He fucks animals.", or "I saw him making out with a guy once.". I really don't understand where her motives came from for trying to make each of my days at the school shitty. She's a cunt.

It's been three years of this shit, and I plan to change how I handle it this year.

Ah, the first day of the last year of high school. The feeling of being happy that you're getting out of the loop and also the feeling of wanting to vomit because of the imminent adult responsibilities. Mixed together, they make a mental vertigo. I carry myself to the gym, where we sit in line to hear the bullshit that the principal and the sports kids feed us.

"Hello, everyone!" The Principal says.

I don't know what to think of Principal Celestia. She's got an absolute tasty body, but from what I hear, she only gets it on with completely ripped dudes. That includes the students, as well. At this point, even if I'm out of her league, I'm scared to even graze her ass. I might catch something from her.

"It's refreshing to see all of your lovely faces back here!"

That honestly felt like an empty statement. Basically everyone was messing around on their phone, or talking to a nearby friend. Disgusting. I mean, I've got an IPone, but I'm not glued to it.

The Principal clears her throat from the dead silence. "Let's make this year a good year." She says, sullenly. She then hands the microphone to a girl.

Then comes up the rainbow-haired cunt herself, Rainbow Dash. The only thing preventing her from being as bad as Rarity is her sweet ass and the fact that she barely messes with me. Which is weird, knowing that she's probably the biggest bully out of all of the six.

"Get a load of this. I bet she'll say something fake as hell." Gilda nudged into me.

Ah, Gilda. One of the very few I could come close to standing around here. She had family problems, so she was put up for adoption within her first decade of life. The only reason she goes here is because she got adopted by a well-off family. She despises them, but never brings it to them face-to-face. I get it too; that's her food and roof over her head right there.

I smirk at her remark silently.

"How are my Wondercolts doing?" Rainbow Dash shouted.

As if rising from the dead, everyone jumped up and roared in cheer. I'll never understand.

"That's what I like to hear. Now, this year, we're trying to make it to nationals on the soccer team. So, if you don't mind, let's get pumped for the team!"

Stomps could be heard throughout the gym. I feel like I'm going to vomit. I droned through the rest of the rally, until they told us to go to our home room. Gilda followed next to me. Coincidentally enough, she has the same home room. What wasn't was as great of a coincidence was that Rarity had it also. Fuck. I don't think I'll last this year. I sit at the desk closest to the door, Gilda sitting next to me, as always. Best buds. The posh idiot sat behind us.

"Okay. Is everyone here?" Says the elderly teacher at the front of the class.

"Yep." Gilda says. I stifle laughter.

"Wait, that can't be right! One of my friends has this class, too!" Rarity interjects. Her voice wasn't refreshing.

"Well, we can't get everything we want, can we princess?" Gilda responds, turning around.

"Shut up, Gilda. I wasn't talking to you."

She was lucky she caught Gilda on a good day.

"Nobody needed to hear you talk, anyways." I cut in.

"You don't have any room to talk, you callous bootlicker!"

This produced an "ooh" from the crowd. Nobody jumped in to help. They just watched in amusement and fear. She didn't catch me on a good day. I stood up and leaned over the desk at her.

"You mind repeating that to me?" I asked. Our glares created lightning.

"What are you going to do, hit a girl?" She replied sassily.

"Only one that tries to act like a man."

"Sit down, Mr. Johnson!" The teacher yelled.

I exhaled steam into Rarity's face. "Yes sir." I responded, sitting back down. I might not show it, but I know how to handle myself in the right ways.

"Just like the gritter to follow orders." She muttered.

I jumped out of my seat. "Excuse me, bitch?" I exclaimed. The class went dead silent

"Anon!" The teacher yelled to no avail.

She stood up as well. "You heard me.".

I'm flabbergasted. She's being outright rude now. She's never been this bad in such a concentrated moment.

"It amazes me how much of a classist cunt you are sometimes." I say bitterly. Some students gasped. Oh no! Cuss words!

"And it amazes me how dumb you are." she retorts.

I scrunch my face in an angered confusion. "What do you even mean? Have you seen my grades?" I ask.

"I don't even need to see your grades. You just act dumb."

"That doesn't make sense! If anyone here's an idiot, it's you! You don't even have any support to back up your claims! What grade did I make in Calculus last year?" I fire off at her. She stays silent.

"Do you even know what Calculus is?" I ask sourly.

"Well, I don't think I can trust the word of someone who fucks dogs." She replied.

People screamed "Oh!" after she said that. She smiles, as if she won this argument. I'm getting sick of seeing her smug face.

I spat on her dress. I knew that would freak her out, and it did. She gasped in pure shock. She looked at her shirt, then at me, rather angrily. I kinda knew what was coming next, but I didn't react quickly enough. She slapped me, pretty hard. Hard enough to where my face turned, and I had to step back. Gilda got up now. She knew when to jump in.

"Hey! That's enough! You two, to the office. Now!" The negligent teacher ordered.

"Not until I'm done with her." Gilda growled.

I stopped her from doing anything. "Don't." I said, rubbing my face, "I've already won.". She looked at me as if she was slapped herself.

"I got this." I said, smiling at her.

I walked out the door, Rarity following further behind. I felt her eyes on me.

"I won that fight." She stated, trying start stuff up again.

I stopped and turned around, trying to ignore her statement. I want, no, I need for this feud to end. "Can I ask you something?"

"I won't listen, but sure." She replied, walking past me. I followed behind her.

I sighed. "Why do you insist on attacking me? Like, isn't there anything else you can do?"

She didn't change her movements. At least I'm trying.

"You know, I used to be nice. I used to say 'Hey!', and 'What's up?' all the time to you and your friends. What changed?" I prodded.

Still no response. I thought of more things that crossed my mind.

"I used to think you were 'okay' compared to some of the people around here. You were kinda cute."

She stopped. I almost bumped into her.

"Did you say I was...cute?" She asked, turning around to face me.

I blushed. I didn't mean to say that. Honestly, most of these girls are bombshells if they didn't talk.

"Yeah..." I said.

She looked me up and down, wearing an indescribable face.

"Well, that's what I expected from pig filth like you." She said coldly. She walked off.

My face quickly changed from smitten to sour quickly. I stomped after her towards the principal's office. Celestia and Rarity were both sitting down when I opened the door. I slumped into the seat parallel to Rarity.

"Now, do you two mind telling me why you're sitting in my office? Today, of all days." Principal Celestia said.

I expected Rarity to spout off, but she didn't. Instead, she sat impatiently with her arms crossed. I guess it's my turn to talk.

"Well, we traded some foul words, and she slapped me." I said.

"Only after he spat on my dress." Rarity grumbled.

Then there was silence. Celestia looked at both of us with her weird, professional demeanor.

"How come you two never get along?" She asks.

"You too?" Rarity groans.

Celestia shoots a glare her way. That makes Rarity straighten up.

"I honestly don't know. I was trying to ask her why on the way here." I said.

"Is this true, Rarity?" Celestia asks.

Rarity shrugs. "Sure. But it didn't help."

I throw my hands in the air in disbelief. "Do you see what I have to deal with?" I ask desperately.

"Calm down, Anon. You're not the victim here." She says. "Neither of you are."

She sighs. "Which of you started..." She pointed back and forth between me and Rarity, "... this crap?"

"I did." I confessed. Half so that Gilda doesn't get involved, Half so I could shorten my detention time. "I started the argument."

Celestia sighed once more, closing her eyes as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "You two are going to shake hands and forgive each other, or I'm giving you both detention for two weeks."

Me and Rarity both looked at her like she's crazy. She looked back at us impatiently.

"Well?" She raised her voice.

I extended my hand in desperation towards Rarity. "I'm sorry." I say instantly.

Rarity met my hand quickly. "I'm sorry as well."

"Good. Now get back to class." Celestia ordered.

We walked out quickly, like kids that thought their parents were going to spank them if they were slow about it. The walk back felt less intense.

"Can just agree to disagree?" I finally spark conversation.

"Sure." She says vacantly.

"Rarity. I'm serious." I turn her towards me. "We need to stop this. We're both basically adults."

"Okay, fine." She says, shrugging me off.

"You're not making this easy." I said.

She stayed silent, looking at the floor.

"Now, can you tell me why this all started? I know, I should've asked this earlier, but-"

She interrupted my statement with a kiss. I stood stiff as she walked into the classroom.

What in the hell was that for? She actually likes me?

Why did she wait this whole time to show me?

I walk into class silently.

"Nice of you to finally join us again, Johnson." the teacher says.

'Yeah, fuck you too.' I said in my head.

I sat next to Gilda. The teacher resumed with his lesson, but she looked at me, waiting for an answer.

"She didn't do shit." I whispered.

"Dammit." Gilda slapped the table. "Rarity deserved something. She fucking slapped you."

"We forgave each other so that we didn't both get detention."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"So how are things between you and her? All good?"

"I don't know." I said, slipping a glance at her. She was looking straightforward, trying to play off what she did back there.

"Weird."

"Yeah.... Hey, what are your next classes?" I asked, out of the blue.

"Uh... I got Shop and Home Ec. Y'know, because we need that credit."

I snickered. "Yeah... nothing else?"

"Nah. I got all my credits out of the way. I don't plan on doing much. Just working a some car repair place."

"10-4. I'm the same. Got enough math experience for engineering."

She nodded.

The bell rang. That was fast. The teacher gave all of us a book to read, and we went on our way.

It's been a while since anyone has kissed me. Does Rarity actually like me? Why would she mess with me so much, then? I'll have to find out sooner or later.

In Shop, me and Gilda met Applejack.

"Howdy, Anon! Fancy meeting you here!" She greeted. Most of the six are fine with me.

"Yo." I replied.

"Gilda." She said cautiously.

"Jack." Gilda replied bitterly. Not good history with the six and her.

We circled around the teacher's desk, the only desk, in the workshop.

"Good evening, greasers!" Our boisterous teacher welcomed us with his all too familiar accent.

The shop teacher is a cool guy. He used to be a mercenary for some weird company. He's an engineer, like what I want to be. His blue fatigues are still hanging in his back office.

"Now, my name's Dell, but you all can refer to me as Mr. Conagher."

Such a cool name. Hopefully this class will get Rarity off my mind.

"I don't really see any fresh faces here. Flatterin', but also disappointin'."

We all laughed. He clapped his gloves together after we all fell silent.

"Well, if we're all sitchiated, let's get some work done! My truck needs some fixin'! Y'all know where the safety equipment is."

We all grabbed our goggles and gloves, and got to work on Mr. Conagher's truck. Shop work on the first day. Radical. It was even cooler because his truck was one of those old-fashioned milk jug trucks you would see out in the countryside. I got to work replacing the wood boards on the side of the bed, while Applejack and Gilda both changed the oil. Others would replace the tires, and do other various pieces of work. At one point, I noticed that Applejack's phone was blowing up. She wouldn't stop receiving texts. We were fairly experienced, so we got done with most of the work by the end of the hour.

Ah, Home Ec. The liberal arts course of high school. The teacher was the most delicate of them all. She's almost as much of a doormat as Fluttershy. She's cute, though. Rarity has this class, as well.

"Looks like the hand hasn't been dealt in our favor." Gilda whispers.

I snicker lighter than usual.

"You okay, bro? You haven't been acting right since you went to the principal's office." Gilda looked at me suspiciously.

"I'm fine. Celestia made us compromise, so no more B.S. from either of us." I replied.

"Oh. I guess that's okay? At least we don't have to listen to her sass anymore."

I giggled.

We didn't really do anything in class except talk about ourselves. You know, so that we could all find out about each other. A good amount of the class just stated that they liked sports. Typical. Class went by quick after that.

I walked out of the door to the high school with Gilda, and pulled out my skateboard.

Gilda laughed at me. "What are you, ten?"

I huffed. "Skateboarding's still fun."

She rolled her eyes.

It was nice that we got off school early. More time to have fun. I rode adjacent to Gilda down a few blocks, until we met our split on the road.

"Well, school sucks yet again." Gilda says

I nod, looking in the distance. "Yep."

"At least we got each other, through and through, huh?"

I look at her. She was holding her hand out, smiling. I returned her gesture. Then, all of a sudden, she wrapped her arms around me in a hug. Gilda was big, so the hug was fairly intense. At least, for my sake.

"Promise that we'll never become strangers?" She asks.

"We've been best buds for, like, four years. I don't plan on it." I squeeze out.

She breaks the hug, and waves goodbye as she turns down her side of the road. That was different of her. Sure, we'd give the normal knuckle-five or punch in the arm, but she's never hugged me. Weird. I skate down towards my lonely home. It's nice and quaint, one of the only one-story houses around here. I don't need much, anyways. A bedroom, guest room, bathroom, kitchen, and living room is all you really need. I plop on the couch, exhausted. Then I check my IPone.

Dear god, what has happened?

-Facehoof: Msg from Rainbow Dash-

Way to go, slayer! Finally, you two did something!

-Msg from Applejack-

Rarity finally lassoed you in? How come you didn't tell me? Good on ya!

-Msg from Fluttershy-

Good to see you two making peace!

-Msg from Pinkie-

OMG!!!!!!!! <3 you guys!

-Msg from Twilight-

Friends in the end. Hope you guys keep it up! :)

My head is spinning. Rarity was planning this all along, and it seems her friends knew the whole time. I lay back on the couch, mind reeling. What the hell am I gonna do? I didn't want this. Part of me still hates Rarity. She's been a thorn in my side for most of my teenage life, and it was because she likes me? That feels pretty asshole-like. Then, my phone buzzed again.

-Msg from Rarity-

We obviously need to talk.

I reply to her. I guess we do.

Then, a knock came to my door.

Author's Note

Tell me if I need to fix something! I'm a growing writer.

Chapter 2: Tip O' The Iceberg

-Chapter Two-

The knock came from the lady I expected. She was looking at the ground when I opened my door.

"Hey." I said, wanting to break the moment.

"Hello." Rarity responded.

Then the silence returned. I stared at her in patient judgement.

"What is it you wanted to talk about?" I said flatly.

She sighed. "I...I wanted to say....that I'm sorry." Her voice wavered slightly.

I moved to the side, inviting her inside my house. She looked up, looking almost as if she was caught off-guard by the gesture.

"Oh, thank you." She said, walking inside.

"Don't mention it." I responded.

I sat on the couch in the living room. She followed suit by sitting on the chair facing against the sofa, at it's side. I took a deep breath.

"Sorry for what, exactly?" I said.

She looked at the floor once again. "Everything."

"You're going to have to elaborate for me." I replied heatedly.

I could see that she wasn't exactly feeling great. She almost shook in the chair, her bottom lip quivering ever so slightly.

"I'm sorry for... inconveniencing you for such a long time." She stated.

"Oh, you mean making my life shit for the past four years? Yeah, thanks. That apology really makes up for everything."

"I'm trying here, okay?!" She looked up now, her eyes watering. I stayed silent. I might be an ass, but i'm not going to prod too far at someone like this, even if it's Rarity.

"I tried to get my feelings across, but it didn't come out the way I intended. Do you know how hard it is to admit your feelings to someone?"

I thought about it. No, I don't really remember seriously expressing my feelings to anyone. I never had the chance to, I guess.

"I can't say I have." I replied meekly.

"Exactly." She said.

"But that doesn't make the past four years go away, Rarity. You're the only reason why everyone basically ostracizes me."

She looks back down at the floor.

"But it doesn't really matter, now. At least I'm not going to miss anyone, except for Gilda."

She visibly looked pained at that statement.

"This could've gone better..." She says.

"How so?" I replied.

"I had hoped you would've accepted my apology, and maybe we could've seen each other outside of school again, but..."

"...but this isn't your dream world, this is reality. And what is real is that you've done something that is hard to forgive, Rarity."

"Can't you see that I love you, Anon?" She interrupted, looking up at me with her teared expression. A face like that could break a man.

I sighed, getting up to comfort my long-known enemy. "Rarity, c'mon. Don't cry..." I put my hand on her shoulder, and she met my hand with hers.

"You're the only one I actually want to be with, Anon." She confessed, "Can we at least try?"

I thought about it. Honestly, the mix of recent emotions in the past minutes have mentally knocked me on my ass. I don't know if I can trust this lady. Then again, I haven't shared my love with anyone in a while. I took in another immense breath.

"I think we can. We can try. But you still owe me a shitload." I said, giving her a small smile.

A tear slipped down her right cheek, as she changed in expression from a frown to a grateful smile. She tackled me with a hug, knocking me back on the couch. I've never smelled her before, for obvious reasons, but she smells wonderful. She smelt of French Vanilla. Rarity sobbed joyfully into my shoulder for a few moments. After she finally lightened up, she lifted her head to meet my gaze. A tear dropped off of her face onto mine.

"Oh, sorry. Let me get that." She said, wiping it off my cheek.

Some part of me just said "fuck it." at this point. I'm glad I have that part. I met her hand at my face. She looked at me, questioningly. And that's when I did it.

I leaned in to make our lips meet. Rarity jumped, but melted into the kiss. She put her hand in my hair. She's been waiting for this, and I'm not going to disappoint. I'm not one to let people down, not even my worst enemy.

"Johnson, you lady killer." I told myself, gaining a renewed confidence.

When we broke the kiss, I noticed that Rarity was blushing. I guess I can't criticize, I was probably blushing too.

"A-Anon!" Rarity exclaimed.

Flirting procedures: Overdrive.

"It just felt right." I said, shrugging.

She bit her bottom lip. "There's certainly a lot of things feeling right." She said.

Then I felt some movement where I didn't expect movement. I didn't notice until now that her skirt draped over both of our crotches. She started rubbing herself against my clothed erection. I sunk back into the couch in shock.

"Ha! Hah! Let's save that for a later time, maybe?" I asked shakily.

She pouted, and lifted off of my member. "Darn."

"We're just finding out about ourselves, Rarity. Maybe in the future." I said.

She smiled. "Okay. Nice to see that you're not a horn dog like every other guy."

"Oh, no. I'd ram you until the cows come home. I just know that that's not how relationships work."

She blushed again at my statement, and I giggled. She laid back on my shoulder.

"So, we're going steady?" She asked.

"Sure, just don't put this on blast. It might not get the reaction you're expecting." I replied.

She screamed into my shoulder as she shook in belated excitement. Cute.

"I love you, Anon." She said.

"We might want to learn about each other before we say that." I warned. I felt her disappointment in her movements.

"But hey..." I whispered into her ear. "I'm certain I love you too."

I felt her smile.

"Well, I think it's high time I leave, before I do something I regret." She said, lifting off of me.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask.

Her response is only a wink. "Goodbye, Mr. Johnson." She says, walking to the door.

"Goodbye." I reply.

She waves before she closes the door behind her. What a lady. And what a conundrum I've put myself into. What will Gilda think, once I tell her? Who knows? The trepidation hit me like a truck.

I guess I'll have to find out tomorrow. For now, it's time to have some bomb-ass pizza rolls and vidya games.

Chapter 3: The Train Has Already Left

-Chapter Three-

If I had known this would've happened, I wouldn't have even let Rarity in my house.

I skated to school the next day, all smiles. I was thinking about Rarity the whole way there. Typical smitten teenager things, y'know. When I walked through the door, all I got was positive affirmation from everyone. Kids I only knew because we took the same classes were patting me on the back, high-fiving me, and even going as far as bro-hugging me. It felt weird. I almost felt like I was initiated into a cult. I basically was.

"There's the man of the hour!" Rainbow Dash said, the crew following behind her.

Rarity ran into my arms, and I returned her hug. The force knocked a bit of the wind out of me.

"Someone missed me!" I said.

"Mmhmm!" Rarity said, nuzzling into my neck.

"The war is over, finally." Twilight said jokingly.

"Yeah, finally." Gilda interrupted.

I turned around to see my lifelong friend looking at us both with an expression I could only describe as a face only a very disappointed father could make. We all fell silent, Gilda's judging eyes darting between me and Rarity.

"Do you mind if we talk, Anon?" Gilda asked bitterly.

I felt the judgement in her eyes. It didn't feel too well, to be completely honest.

I babbled a "Uh, sure." as I followed her around the corner.

She leaned against a locker, looking completely disgruntled.

"So, you two are a thing?" She asked.

"Uh, yeah..." I choked out.

Shit. I forgot all about Gilda. She hated Rarity too, but there was certainly no signs of affection from either side. I jumped into this too quickly. Stupid Anon.

"You're dating the person who terrorized you since day one at this school?" She asked, looking at the wall in front of her. She looked through me.

I put one of my hands up, scratching the back of my head. "Well, yeah, but..."

"But nothing." Gilda interrupted sternly, "How in the hell do you just hook up with somebody like that? She was literally tossing classist derogatory terms at you yesterday."

I inhaled sharply through my teeth. Think, Anon. "I don't know. I've never really had a real girlfriend before, so-"

"So you get with the person who claimed you fucked dogs." Gilda says, leaning off of the locker, "Did you even think about the effects this would have? What if there was somebody else?"

I could see that her face was changing from one of bitterness to one of pain.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You know exactly what I mean." She said, tearing up.

I finally realized then that there was another person. Gilda was that other person.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry, Gilda." I said, holding my hands to my mouth.

"Keep your fucking apologies. You can just forget about me." She choked out, stomping away.

I just kind've stood there, staring blankly at the locker. My friend of four years just up and cut ties with me in one minute.

"Anon?" Rarity popped her head around the corner, "You okay?"

I started tearing up. I sat down, back against the wall, head in my arms.

"Anon!" Rarity exclaimed, rushing to my side.

I laid over on my side, silently huffing out sounds of sorrow. Rarity lifted my head onto her lap, trying to comfort me. It didn't help. I didn't want anyone around me. I just wanted to curl into a ball and lay there until I got sick of crying.

"It's okay." Rarity said, rushing her hands through my hair.

Nothing is okay. My only friend is gone, forever. I feel like a sack of shit.

"I'm here." She said.

I want to believe her, but I don't. Evidence along with my own personal doubts have led me to believe that she isn't there me. I press harder into her midriff, crying.

"What happened?" Rarity asked.

I gather some strength to answer her. "Gilda isn't..... my friend anymore."

Rarity gasped lightly at the answer. "Was this my fault?" She asked.

"No." I answered. "It's mine."

After I was done being a little baby, Rarity helped me up, and we headed to class. I leaned on her on the way there. I took a seat away from Gilda, out of disappointment in myself. Rarity held me the whole time. I appreciated the gesture, but she's part of the reason why I'm where I am right now. As the class ended, we hugged and silently split off to our different classes.

Shop sucked. Well, everything sucks, but it takes a lot to make Shop suck. I didn't want to do anything but wallow in sadness, so I hid behind the spare tires the entire class. My phone buzzed.

"I'm sorry that I've caused you so much pain." Rarity texted.

"It's not your fault." I responded.

"You and I both know that isn't true."

I stayed silent.

"I'm gonna make it up to you. Not only this, but for everything I've done to you."

"Is it fine if I come over after school?"

"Yeah." I answered. I honestly just wanted to sit in silence.

":) Good. I'll be over, then, "

I put my phone in my pocket just as the bell rang. Thankfully, nobody noticed me as I walked out of the room. Rarity was already sitting next to my seat when I walked in. When Gilda saw us, she sat further to the back of the class. I laid my head in my arms on the desk, Rarity laying on me afterwards. Her affection is nice, but I don't know if I can trust her. She's scratching my back. This is the other side of Rarity I never knew.

The class passes by quickly, and Rarity holds my hand to the entrance of the school. The love is refreshing, at least.

"I'll come by in a little bit. I have to grab some stuff." She said.

"Okay. See ya." I replied.

"Until then, darling." She said, as she kissed my cheek

-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P9ofQUMRj6M-

I slowly skated home, not seeing Gilda anywhere. Part of me wants to see her, but the other part of me is immensely ashamed of myself. I guess I just have to face the facts: Gilda isn't going to be around anymore. I reached the house, and flopped on my bed in the back room. I teared up almost instantaneously. I fucked everything up. I'm friendless. Well, I guess Rarity and her friends are there now, but I don't even know if she really likes me. What if this is all just a big prank?

I heard the knock at my door, of which I could only presume is Rarity. And it was. She has a bag full of stuff with her.

"Hello again." I greeted, letting her in.

"Good evening." She replied.

I hugged her from behind, shocking her. She put a hand on one of my arms.

"I'm sorry." She said sullenly.

"It's fine. Just please stay here with me." I said.

"I don't plan on leaving."

I moved to face her, and I kissed her. Passionately. She wrapped her arms around me. I needed this. I needed her.

"What are our plans for this evening?" She asked.

"I don't know." I said, thinking, "Maybe we could watch a movie."

"Oh, you have a tv?" She said.

"Yeah."

I walked back to my bedroom and turned the TV on. I looked through my collection of DVDs. I find it really difficult to find a movie that I like, so if I like a movie, it's special. I grabbed Wall-E out of the collection.

"Wall-E?" Rarity asked.

"Yeah. It's a good movie." I answered.

"I've only seen part of it."

"You might like it, then."

I laid on the bed, and Rarity laid next to me.

After we watched a piece of the movie, Rarity gets up.

"I'm going to go change into some better clothing." She says, winking.

I looked suspiciously at her. "Okay?" I replied, "Are you staying for the night, or something?"

"Yeah."

"And your parents are fine with that?"

She walked into the restroom. "My parents are always gone, they wouldn't know, anyways."

"Great parenting."

She laughed. Minutes later, she comes out in an outfit that almost makes my heart stop. Rarity was still wearing clothes, mind you, but this wasn't normal sleepwear. She came out in a nightgown that only came down to right above her belly button, and she also wore a pair of lace boy shorts that covered her middle area, but not the hips. I just about fainted where I was laying.

"What do you think?" She asked saucily.

"It looks nice." I squeak out.

"Do you have any pajamas?"

"Yeah."

"Well, put them on."

I got up nervously as she followed me with her eyes to my closet. I took out my sleep pants and walked towards the bathroom, except Rarity was blocking the way.

"Excuse me." I said.

"You sure you don't want to show me something?" She asked, eyes half-lidded.

It took all of my willpower to ask her, "We don't even know each other that much. Are you sure you want to transcend to that level already?"

"Anon..." She said, putting a hand at my crotch, "We're both adults here. And I said I wanted to make you feel better, didn't I?"

"How do you plan on doing that?" I asked shakily.

She smirked. "Let me show you..."

-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8jtorXUM3v0

She knelt in front of me, face level with my already growing erection. She met my gaze with her own beautiful blue eyes. She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans in what felt like an eternity. I put a hand on the wall as she pulled my pants down.

"Boxer briefs. I knew it." She stated.

Honestly, I'm pretty scared. I've never even gotten close to this with a lady before. She groped my bulge in one hand, and I felt my heart rate raise.

"You're okay with this, right?" Rarity asked.

I nodded. And with that, she slipped my undergarments off. My hardened member flopped out in front of her face, making her jump at first. She just looked at it, at first.

She smirked. "It seems you've been holding out on me." She said, grasping me in one of her hands.

I reeled back in pleasure. I've never really experienced any stimulation before, so this was like pure pleasure to me.

"Aww. You must've needed this." She said.

She began slowly stroking me. My hips slightly bucked with every stroke. This felt amazing. Rarity looked up at me, lust in her eyes. Her hands felt like pure bliss.

"You ready for what's next?" She asked.

I looked down at her, curiously. She smiled as she saw my face. Then, she slowly encompassed her lips around the tip of my dick. I gasped in bliss. Her tongue flicked over me lovingly. I put my other hand on her head. This is too much.

"How about we take this to the bedroom, love?" She says, taking her mouth off of my member with and audible "pop".

She held my dick, leading me into the bedroom. She pushed me onto the bed, laying sideways next to my crotch. She enveloped her mouth over my member again, starting to suck up and down. Her mouth felt like electricity. I reached and placed my hand on her ass. She isn't crazy big down there, but she's got firmness. She brushed her hair out of the way to look at me. She giggled when she saw my curious face. The vibration from her laugh tickled my dick. I arched my back.

"Anon..." Rarity inquired, "Do you mind helping a girl out?"

She moved my hand in between her legs, but I had other plans. I lifted her hips over my head.

"You're lucky I'm into this." I said.

"Into what?" She asked.

I kissed her clothed lips for an answer. She jumped stiff after I did that.

"Oh." She said.

I rubbed her cheeks in my hand. The only thing I saw was her rear, and I loved it. I gave her butt a spank.

"Oh!" She exclaimed.

"I think somebody needs to be punished." I said, shakily.

I might be just getting into this, but I've learned enough from "outside sources" to know how to do stuff. Rarity returns to pleasuring me in silent agreement. I create a rhythm of rubbing her cheeks and spanking them, occasionally kissing one of them. Rarity attempted to take all of me in her, and she was able to. The noises she made pushed me further to the rising climax. I finally decided to take a grab at her underwear and pull them down. Her pussy lips were perfect; they were concave. She must've never really been around. She was pretty wet, though. Her crotch was a mess of her own juices. It only fuelled my appetite even further. I kissed her bare womanhood, and she shivered at first contact. She moaned on my cock, as she began pleasuring my full growth. I shuddered in pure bliss. I'm getting close.

"Darling, I'm reaching my limit." Rarity moans.

Coincidence. She flips around so that our hips are adjacent.

"Woah, Rarity, I don't have protection." I said.

"We're not penetrating, dummy! I just want to rub against you."

"Oh."

And with that, she places her womanhood against me. She was super wet, from both of our influences. I slapped my dick against her, generating sloppy wet noises in the process. Delicious. She leaned over me and started the friction between us. She felt like velvet, and it sent chills up my spine. Rarity started rubbing faster.

"Mmng!" She exclaimed, reaching her climax.

I came soon after, shooting off to the side. We kept rubbing into each other, feeling the sloppy pleasure.

"How's that for an apology?" She asks between breaths.

"It certainly helps." I said, laying back.

Rarity joined me by my side. We looked each other in the eyes.

"Do you accept my apology, though? I really do love you." She said.

"I can tell." I responded. I actually thought about the answer this time. It was four years, but she actually just had a crush on me the whole time. I get to hang with her crew, as well. That's always a boost. I sighed.

"Yeah, I guess I can." I said.

She smiled and kissed me on the cheek. "Good." She said.

At this point in the movie, Wall-E and Eve were holding hands. I decided to parallel their actions. I grasped Rarity's hand in mine. It's corny, but it felt right at the moment. Rarity snuggled into my neck, and she quickly fell asleep. I got tired soon after, so I turned off the TV.

Good Night.

Chapter 4: Face Your Fears

Chapter 4

I woke up.

Gradually, but not optimisticallly.

You're still up Shit Creek without a paddle, Anon. Your only real friend left you. A single tear is produced from not only the stretching and yawning, but also the thought I put into my head. Rarity quickly follows my actions. She puts an arm around my chest, snuggling into my neck.

"Good morning, love." She says groggily.

That phrase would've felt better had I not burdened myself with current events.

"Good morning." I say, messing with her curly hair in one hand. It helps.

I look over to my bedside clock. 6:30. We've got time to spare.

"Do you like eggs?" I asked her.

"Yes. Over easy, preferably." She answered.

"Good thing you're sleeping with a master egg chef."

She giggled softly. I slipped out of her arms to get up. Obviously, it takes me at least five minutes to stand up. These bones are old. I walk into the kitchen and prepare the aforementioned breakfast. The eggs cracked and spread asymmetrically on the pan. Bubbles make the eggs seem as if they're levitating.

That's enough imagery for now. Or is it?

Rarity walked into the kitchen, her footsteps almost soft enough to where I can't hear them. She leaned on the doorway that connects the kitchen to the hallway. She was watching me. Admiring me, maybe? I was only wearing my underwear, and I've seen enough bougie Facehoof posts about stuff like this.

"You've got such a nice bottom, anon." She says subtly.

I almost drop my spatula at the comment.

"I don't think you understand how much I would just watch you do things. It's almost intoxicating to me."

"I'm not that great." I responded.

She walked behind me, feeling up my bare back. "I beg to differ."

The sensation was warming. I finished the eggs, and put them on separate plates. After that, I felt Rarity spank me. I jumped at the shock.

"Rarity!" I turned to face her, flustered.

"Mmf!" Rarity uttered, biting her bottom lip. "I can't get enough of you."

"I can certainly say the same as it pertains to you," I picked up both plates to put them on the dining room table. "But we have food to eat."

She gave me a pouting expression, so I gave her a smooch on the cheek as I passed her. I placed the plates adjacent to each other, along with forks. I pulled out her chair for her to sit in.

She gasped in feign gratitude. "Such a gentleman!"

I smirked. "That's me."

I sat next to her, poking into the eggs instantly. She kept her upright posture, cutting off tiny pieces at a time.

"These are pretty good. Well, when it comes to cooking eggs, these are better than what eggs are expected to taste like." She judged.

I smirked. "They just need a little bit extra to make them good. It's hard to hate eggs."

"True."

We sat there in awkward silence, at least I was. Rarity has been flirtatious this whole morning. Just then, I noticed an evil look out of my peripheral sight. In a swift motion, Rarity knocked the plate over onto my crotch.

"What the hell!" I exclaimed.

"Oops! Sorry. My hand slipped." She said, her feign surprise ever so noticeable. I wish I could play along, but school is in 20 minutes. We have to go.

"C'mon, Rarity. We don't have time for these games. School starts soon." I said.

She flashed an innocent look at me with her beautiful eyes. I shuddered slightly. She's so pretty.

"What games are you talking about, Anon? It was purely an accident."

I flattened my brow in mild disapproval. "Could you grab me some towels for this, at least?"

"I've got a better idea." She said, going under the table.

The tablecloth hid anything from sight, but I knew what she was doing. I felt her prescense near my crotch instantly. Her breath sent electricity through my body.

"Only if it's fine with you, darling." She said.

I breathed in sharply. "Yeah."

And, as if my words flipped a switch, I felt contact to my boxer briefs instantly. She quickly slid them down my legs, exposing my member to the elements.

"Mmm, your cock looks so tasty, Anon." She said lustfully. Her profanity sounded so off, but also so sexy.

"You didn't even clean off the eggs, you just put them on the ground, now." I huffed. Probably not the most fitting thing to say.

She didn't even respond, she must've been enraptured by what's going on between my legs. I felt one of her hands grasp my dick at the base. Then, I felt her lips close around my tip. I moaned in excitement, restraining from bucking my hips. She began to suckle and lick around the tip of my member, all the while softly jerking it as well. The pleasure felt so intense that I couldn't move.

"Jesus Christ..." I gushed out.

Something about not seeing it all going on made it even more exciting to the touch. I was in bliss. She began to take her lips off of my head with an audible "pop", which sent even more pleasure through me. I slapped my hand on the table, gripping the tablecloth. She gradually took deeper lengths into her mouth, so gradual that I didn't even notice it happening until she took her hand that was stimulating me away. She eventually reached the base of my cock.

"Fucking hell, You are amazing at this..." I said.

She popped off of my member to respond, her hand taking the place of her mouth. "It's unladylike not to be."

I would've liked to disagree to that, but I don't think now is the time to. She lapped at the tip of my dick fervently. This made me begin to buck in her hand. Then, at a moment's notice, she slid my length into her mouth all at once. I gasped in pure bliss. She began bobbing up and down, generating very crude, but also somehow very pleasing noises. It sounded like something between choking and sucking, which I guess she was doing both. She didn't slow down at all, quickly bringing me close to climax.

"Engh...Fuck! Rarity, I'm about to cum!" I warned.

She slid off of my member, leaving it twitching in restricted release. "We can't have that yet, love. I need my needs fulfilled as well."

She crawled out from under the table, to the side. She stood up, wiping off her mouth.

"Over here." She motioned. I cooperated most enthusiastically. She bent over, lifting her nightgown to reveal her beautiful bare bottom. It easily resembled a peach at first glance.

"I think you know what comes next." She said, looking back at me lustfully.

Just then, I thought of something. A sinister grin spread across my face. "I think I do as well."

I quickly kneeled behind her, spreading her rear to expose her treasures.

"A-anon! This isn't what I meant!" Rarity exclaimed.

"Are you sure?" I asked coyly. I swiftly stuffed my face between her cheeks, licking her womanhood with speed.

She jolted her head forwards almost robotically, gasping. I ate her pussy like it was my final meal on death row. She began to pant heavily. Then, I got an even better idea. As I came up in my strokes, I slightly grazed her anus with tongue. She jumped.

"Anon! You filthy boy!" Rarity said, looking back.

"What are you talking about?" I asked in rebuttal, lightly licking her rear again. "This?"

She bit her lips. "Yes. That's very unsanitary."

"Are you not okay with it?" I asked, making eye contact with her and grasping both of her cheeks in my hands.

She just stared back at me, contemplating her decision between pleasure and morality. "No...." She said, quietly.

She looked very cute when she was flustered. I returned to facing her rear, her anus inches from my face.

"As you wish." I said, slowly licking across her rear entrance. She lifted herself with her feet adjacent with my tongue. I lightly giggled in response. I gradually fastened my pace of licks, her legs quivering from the stimulation. I took a moment to take both of her legs and adjust them to where she had them together, and then resumed pleasuring her.

"Does it feel good?" I asked between licks.

She struggled out a "Yes." in the midst of her heavy breathing.

This only inspired me to up the ante. I lapped away at her back door recklessly as I reached one of my hands up to touch her other side. She instinctively pushed back into both of my tools of pleasure. I grazed the outside of her vagina only for a few moments before I entered her with two fingers. She moaned lustfully at the extra sensation. I must be doing a good job. I felt her walls clench around my fingers.

"Love.... I'm about to..." She said.

When she said that, I slipped away from her rear and stood up. My plan has been executed.

"What are you doing?" She said in protest.

"Having revenge." I responded, a smug grin meeting my face.

She furrowed her brow at me in obvious discontent. "Well, I hope you're happy with your decision."

Then, I felt her push me with enough force to knock me over. Hardwood floors are never forgiving.

"Oof!" I grunted.

I leaned upwards only to see Rarity beginning to kneel over me, her backside aimed my way. She quickly pressed her ass into my face, slamming me back onto the floor.

"Revenge isn't always sweet, my love." Rarity said sassily. "Now give me your tongue."

I corresponded as she rode my face. Honestly, I'm not complaining. How could anybody, in my situation?

"Ugh.." Rarity grunted in stress. "Your tongue isn't enough. I need more of you in me."

I must've turned another switch on in Rarity. She's being much more aggressive than she was earlier. She scooted down to my crotch, her delicious smell still assaulting me. Once our crotches were adjacent, she grasped me and began rubbing my tip across her pussy lips.

"Woah, woah! I don't have any protection on yet!" I said.

"Don't worry, I'm on the pill." She responded.

That's reassuring. She prodded against my baby maker only for a few seconds before she slid all the way down to the base of it in one go. I felt like my soul had left my body.

"Are you not a virgin?" I asked squeakily.

"Just because I haven't been with anybody doesn't mean I haven't used toys before." She said in rebuttal.

That makes sense. She slowly slid up and down my member, her ass exposing and covering her genitalia like it was playing peek-a-boo. I slapped her ass, almost out of impulse. She has a very spank-able ass. She jumped at the contact.

"Oh, so we're gonna play like that?" She said saucily, "Okay... then it's my turn..."

Just then, she slammed down on my cock. I only opened my mouth. Noises weren't fitting enough for what I felt. She began slamming down against my crotch rhythmically, our impacts making a clear slapping noise. Her womanhood felt like heaven. I held onto each of her cheeks in either corresponding hand for dear life.

"How's this for revenge?" She asked, looking back at me. She was blushing.

I met her glance. "I'm really feeling the revenge." I said, sarcastically.

"Oh yeah?" She said. "Then how about this?"

I thought she had met her maximum pace before.

I was wrong.

Her rhythm increased drastically. I fell back in pure bliss, my moans almost reaching the point of shouting.

"Rarity, I'm getting close again!" I exclaimed.

"I am, too." She uttered out of her panting.

I began pumping into her, instead of her doing all the work. She began making her own noises.

"Hah!" She said, as she clenched around my manhood. Rarity's juices gushed out as I kept thrusting into her. Eventually, her clenching brought me to my limit as well. I bottomed out in her, my love filling her up. Our mix of juices flowed out of her as I emptied myself inside her. I exhaled audibly as I made a few more pumps into her rump, for good measure. I finally pulled out of her, my dick covered in our love as well. Rarity fell forward, spent. I did the same, but I leaned back. We laid there for a good few minutes.

Once she recuperated, she looked back at my member.

"Hmm. Your little friend sure looks messy." She stated.

"Yeah." I said, returning from my mini-nap.

"You wouldn't mind if I..... cleaned it for you?"

There must be a god.

"Rarity! How crude!" I said jokingly.

She turned to face my member once again. "Are you not okay with it?" She said.

What a lady. "I guess not." I said, waiting for the inevitable.

She only smiled at my answer, before she enveloped my cock in her lips. Her mouth was a nice returning feeling. She didn't mess around this time, she got straight to business. She was basically polishing my knob. The sexually conflicting noises came back as she cleaned me.

"Where did you learn to do this?" I asked breathlessly.

She released her lips from my cock with another pop. "I've had time to myself, Anon. Do you think I just sit and look pretty all day?"

"No... It's just that I didn't expect this from you."

She giggled. "There's probably a lot you don't know about me."

She returned to cleaning me off. It wasn't long until I got hard again. Once she saw fit, she released herself from me, standing up. I leaned up, a sweaty mess.

"Hey, dude! I'm still standing at full mast here." I whined.

"Well," Rarity said, putting her handbag around her shoulder, "You can save that energy for later, can't you?"

A resounding "Barely." traveled through my thoughts, but I sighed a "Yeah." in defeat. I achingly got up from the floor as we both put on our clothes. I checked the oven watch from the dining room. 7:45.

"Shit." I thought. Class starts in ten minutes.

"We're going to be late." I told Rarity.

"Not if one of us has a car." She looked at me with a reassuring smile.

"Oh, yeah. Duh." I said, pulling my boxer briefs on.

I jogged back to my room to slip on the jean/t-shirt combo. Works all the time. I picked up my backpack and zipped into the bathroom for a quick brush.

"I'll be in the car, love." Rarity shouted through the hallway, like we were married.

'I wonder what being married to Rarity would be like.' I thought. I never really considered getting married before, mainly because I know it's dumb to start off with. Why would you ever sign away half of your stuff to another person over something that could be nobody to you the next day? The thought of raising a family did seem nice, though. Not that we can't do that while not being married, but it makes it feel more official.

I spat the last of the paste in to the sink, washing it away. I locked the front door behind me as I walked out to see Rarity's car. Trotyota Pegasus. Nice.

"Trying to pick up some Buzzfeed members?" I asked as I slid into the passenger seat.

"You can always walk to school, if you want." Rarity replied, not changing face.

I looked at her, shocked and dumbfounded at the sudden attitude. "Damn, daddy! I was just joking." I said.

She smirked. "Good." and peeled from the curb through the suburban streets. I sunk back into the seat due to the sudden raise in velocity. Jesus, I thought these things couldn't go faster than 75! We made it to CHS with time to breathe. Rarity and I made sure to look like celebrities as we came out of the car. And by celebrities, I mean she got out of her seat looking like a goddess, and I got out of mine hitting my head on the ceiling of the car. Maybe Rarity fucked me silly or something, but I certainly feel a little out of it this morning. We entered the front door holding hands. As expected, people looked at us like they saw Hitler and Stalin getting married.

"Looks like you two've have made up." Principal Celestia said to us out of my peripheral view. I looked back to see her in pajamas, holding a cup of coffee.

"...Hey, Mrs. Celestia.... Are you taking the day off or something?" I asked.

"Nah, just didn't feel like wearing formal clothes today." She replied.

"Is that even legal? Surely, it's part of some guidelines, or something." Rarity said.

"Who cares? I'm a Principal, not a fuggin' president."

With that, she slipped into her office, sipping her coffee. Either I'm dreaming, or me and Rarity getting together is causing a paradox, but that just seems strange. The principal looked sexy in pajamas, though. Not gonna lie. Me and Rarity made it over to the usual crew, who were chilling near a corner of one of the school hallways.

"And they never saw the child again." we heard Pinkie say, as we got within earshot.

"Hey girls." Rarity said.

"Hey!" They said in return.

"It's good to you two lovebirds together. How are things?" Applejack said.

"Things are well." I chimed in.

"Hey, Rarity. I wasn't able to get a response from you last night on yesterday's homework. Were you busy?" Fluttershy asked.

I looked at Rarity, trying not to look suspicious. Rarity's pupils thinned slightly in embarrassment. "O-oh! Yeah, I was a bit!" She said, checking her phone. "I wasn't able to actually to do the homework."

"How come?" Fluttershy inquired.

I could see the "You're killing me, smalls." expression on Rarity's face all too easily.

"We went to the movies." I answered before Rarity combusted.

"Oh yeah? How sweet! I went to the movies as well! What did you guys watch?" Twilight added.

"D-uhh... Nihilist Nivernais. You?" I dug deeper.

"Oh! I watched that too! Did you guys go to the 4:00 P.M. showing?"

"Nah.... we went to the 6:45 showing." I felt a bead of sweat on the top of my forehead.

"Well, that's nice! Good to see you guys had fun." Pinkie said.

"Yeah...." Rarity said. She squeezed my hand as a silent "Thank you!" I guess.

"We should head to class soon. We could be late to homeroom." Twilight advised.

"It's homeroom. Not the inauguration." Rainbow said with an extra side of salt.

"Hey!" Applejack said, lightly kicking Rainbow as they walked away. "That wasn't necessary. She's just being nice."

"No, she's right, Applejack. She must be. She's the one in the honors program here." Twilight interjected.

Pinkie gasped like her soul was taken away from her. "DAAAAAMN! SHE TOLD YOUR BITCH ASS!"

Thank god there were no teachers around. Also, thank god the Mane Six crew were good enough of friends to realize what they were saying was just joking passive-aggressiveness. Once more, Rarity and I were left alone, headed to our homeroom.

"Nice save back there." Rarity said.

"No problem." I replied.

That was all we said before we got to class. When we got there, I saw who I didn't really want to see for a good few decades using my seat as a foot prop. I decided to sit next to Rarity, instantly bummed out. Seeing Gilda made me think of all the fun times we had together. The pizza. The Neightendo 64. The late night scary movies. Man, I really snapped shit in half.

I sat there, occasionally looking at Gilda. I wish she would've told me sooner. Things would've been so much better. We could've been doing what we usually do, except kissing at the end of the night. Ending movie marathons with make out sessions. Holding hands as we criticized the merchandise in the nearby Trot Topic. I choked back some tears in class as I thought about that.

"Hey, are you ok?" Rarity said, putting a hand on my arm.

"Yeah, I'm good." I said hoarsely.

I blanked through the rest of class, not wanting to think about anything. I said bye to Rarity as we split ways to our different classes.

I was crossing one corner of the high school when I was shoved out the double doors. I landed on my shoulder outside, rolling onto my side to see who pushed me out of door.

And, welcomingly enough, it was the lady of the hour.

Author's Note

Sorry I haven't updated lately, guys. College hit me like a freight train.

Chapter 5: What Shouldn't Have Been

Chapter 5

"What the hell, Gilda?" I wheezed.

"Fight me." Gilda said.

I looked at her in bewilderment. She must really have a screw loose. I stayed on the ground where I was, looking at her. She returned my gaze with an apathetic glare. She had the glare of a Soviet Soldier, one you could tell was formed by insurmountable amounts of pain and sorrow.

"Get the FUCK up and fight me."

I kept my posture. I didn't want to fight her, she's still my friend. I might be built myself, but Gilda has a four inch height advantage on me. Not to mention that she's stocky. She started to stomp over to me. I readjusted onto my rear and put my hands out towards her, for defense. It didn't stop her. She kicked me in the side of the thigh with her steel toe boots. It didn't feel all too well.

"Gilda, stop." I said in a calm, stern tone.

She went to kick me again, but I caught her foot in my hands. She took the moment to tackle me on the ground, pinning my legs. I guarded my face in anticipation, and my predictions were correct. She started throwing hammer fists at my head, but I positioned my arms well enough to where she couldn't do any real damage.

"Gilda, stop! This isn't going to fix anything!" I shouted.

"Fucking-itch! I-waite-or-you!" Is all I could hear through the sounds of impact.

A punch got through, and I felt pain on the edge of my brow. I finally decided that repeated head trauma wasn't good for me, and took the time in between her punches to wrap my arms around her midriff. We're both breathing heavy now, and Gilda's attempting to push my arms off of her.

"Gilda.... stop." I said, between breaths.

"Not until I'm done with you." She growled, "Get your fucking hands off me!"

"No." I said, not budging, "This isn't going to make you feel better."

She didn't respond. She was focused on getting me off of her. I didn't lose my grip. She eventually just groaned in frustration, and started wailing into my back. I tried to push her over, but I only lifted one of her legs off of the ground a bit. I was losing my breath as she kept hitting me. I guess my adrenaline finally kicked into overdrive, because the second attempt at pushing Gilda over worked. I made quick work of pinning her arms down at her sides, and sitting on her. She kept wriggling under my weight as I tried to regain my breath.

"Let me go!" Gilda screamed, her voice noticeably breaking.

"No." I responded.

Her wriggling became more violent for a few seconds before I guess she ran out of energy. Gilda began to cry. I never liked seeing her cry.

"Why her?" She screamed.

"What?" I breathed out.

"She's never been there for you! I've been here the whole fucking time, man!"

I then realized who she was referring to as "Her.".

"Is this what this is all about? Rarity?" I asked.

She only cried more in response. The doors I previously busted out of burst open once more. Vice Principal Luna quickly walked over to where we laid.

"What the hell is going on here?" Luna shouted. She pushed me off of Gilda, and I made sure to stand just in case of another attack. Gilda didn't get up to beat on me more, she rolled onto her side, still sobbing. Luna crouched and put a hand on Gilda's side.

"Do you mind telling what happened, Anonymous?" Luna said, shooting me a glare.

"Gilda pushed me out here to beat me up." I said, "I used self-defense."

Luna squinted at me, "Are you sure that's what happened?"

Alright, Ass hat. I'll play that game.

".....Yeah. Were you not here for the part where she proceeded to attempt to beat me to a pulp?" I gasped sarcastically, "Oh yeah, that's right. You weren't there."

That gasp didn't sit with me well. I started to feel light-headed.

"Anonymous Johnson! That attitude isn't going to get you anywhere with this!" Luna replied.

My ears started to ring, and it became hard to breathe for some reason. I bent over to catch my breath.

"Hang on a second. I'm not feeling right." I said, though it came out a little slurred.

Gilda must've actually fucked me up.

"Anonymous?" Luna asked cautiously.

I looked up at her, and her face was the last thing I saw before everything went black. As it turns out, receiving full-force head punches from a 6'3", 240 pound lady doesn't exactly leave you in the best condition. I woke up to the sounds of ambulance sirens. My vision was slightly blurry, but I could make out that I was laying down in the back of an ambulance. I saw a lady just a bit out of my vision.

"Hi." I said, voice slurring from the head trauma.

"Hi." She replied. The lady had pale pink hair, kind've like Fluttershy.

"Why am I in here?" I asked.

"You got your head bumped a few too many times."

"Oh."

I finally noticed the numbness of the ice bag placed on my head.

"Man, I must've really screwed something up."

The lady giggled a little bit. "Yeah. Hey, what's today's date?"

"What?"

"Today's date? What is it? I need to ask you questions now, to keep you awake."

"Oh. That sounds like a good idea."

I thought for a moment, but thinking brought the pain in my head out.

"I dunno." I said.

"That's ok." She said, "What's your name?"

"Oh, that's easy. Anonymous."

"Nice to meet you, Anonymous. I'm Nurse Redheart."

"You're a pretty lady. You have a pretty name."

She laughed. My subconscious self thought back to why I'm in this ambulance right now, and my dopey smile quickly turned into a frown. I started tearing up.

"My best friend hates me." I said, choking out the words.

Redheart's eyebrows lifted inwards. "Why do you say that, Anon?"

"Because she's the one who did this to me."

Redheart was visibly sad, and she stayed silent. I looked at the ambulance's ceiling, letting tears run down the side of my face. This happened for a short bit before the vehicle came to a stop. Redheart and the driver pulled me out on a stretcher through the building, the fluorescent lights partially blinding me as we passed any. Another man caught up to speed with us. He had a white coat on, so he must've been a doctor. I couldn't make out what they were saying, because my ears started to ring again. The rest of the time entering the hospital was a blur. I faintly remember them putting me through a CT scan, but my memory is foggy during the time I was there. I regained full consciousness on one of those medical beds, in a hospital room. I was the only one in the room. I looked out the window to see a fairly dense fog covering the city. The fog's pure white brightness lit up the room as if I was in purgatory.

I wish I was, honestly.

My phone buzzed on the pullout table that was hovering over me at chest height. I picked it up to read a wall of texts. Most were from Rarity. I developed a mildly upset stomach, panning through the levels of panic I could read in her texts.

"Hey love. Where are you?"

"Home Ec was gross. We made oreo balls."

"Omg WHERE ARE YOU?????"

-Missed Call: Rarity (2)-

"PLEASE TELL ME YOURE NOT DEAD"

-Missed Call: Rarity (4)-

Shit. Now she's stressed out.

"I'm fine." I replied.

I bet she's just as heart breaking as Gilda is when she cries.

Shit. Gilda. Why, Gilda? What drove you to do this?

'You can answer that, asshat.' My thoughts replied.

I guess so. I really am oblivious if I didn't take the hints. This is all my fault. I'm disgusting. I should be-

I should listen to music, is what I should do. I reached in my pocket to see if my earphones were still there. Thank god, they were. I popped them on, and turned on some music to drown my thoughts out.

-Stars Of The Lid: Even If You're Never Awake-

I closed my eyes, and just droned out to the music. I began to cry, but my head hurt, so I suppressed the feeling. I felt a hand tap my shoulder halfway through the song. I opened my eyes and took off my earphones to see a doctor, holding a clipboard.

"Hey." I said.

"Hello." He replied, "Your name is Anonymous, yes?"

"Last time I checked."

He smirked. "Well, nice to meet you, Anonymous. I'm Dr. Horse." Dr. Horse looked at his clipboard. "It says here you suffered a pretty good concussion."

"You know as much as I do." I responded.

"I think that's enough evidence to say that the information is correct." He chuckled.

I giggled in response.

"Well, Anon, we ran a CT test on you yesterday, and the diagram certainly showed us some symbols of head trauma." He pulled out a laminated sheet from under the top paper of his clipboard and handed it to me.

The paper showed what I guess was my brain, and there were yellowish-orange blots on the middle parts of each side of my brain.

"So, this isn't good, I'm presuming?" I asked.

"Well, it's not what an uninjured brain shows, usually. There should be more orange in the colored areas, to put it in simple terms. The good thing is that yours didn't show up too severe."

"Ah. I think I understand now."

"Right? Now, Anon, if you wouldn't mind, I need you to sit up, if you can. Slowly, though."

I corresponded. I felt the slightest bit of nausea when I did.

"Do you feel anything? Wooziness? Vertigo?" Dr. Horse asked.

"Just a bit of nausea." I replied.

"That's fairly natural. You did get your head rattled a bit. Now, can you stand?"

I slipped off of the bed and stood easily.

"Nothing now?" He asked again.

"Nothing past the nausea."

"That's good." He wrote something down on his clipboard, "Let's run some simple cognitive tests now."

I went through the motions with the doctor, and got the all clear. It's a good thing I'm on the rich side, my insurance basically covered everything, even the medication. I walked out of the hospital with the doctor.

"Make sure to take that medication. If any symptoms persist, come straight back here, ok? Otherwise, you're good to go." Dr. Horse told me.

"10-4." I responded.

He smiled, and slapped me on the shoulder. "We'll be here." He walked back into the hospital, back to work.

It's a good thing Canterlot is relatively small.