Equestria Girls: Remembering Your Names

Adagio missed her lunch break and now had to go to the gym. She blushed as she felt the stares coming from others and even teachers as she tried to hide her huge ass with her jacket again, but like before, her ass was too big to hide. She sighed and walked down the stairs to the locker room. She entered and could already hear the girls leaving.

"Well, at least I could change in peace without them staring or making fun of my ass," she thought, heading to her locker.

However, as soon as she was at her locker, she saw someone entering from the other door. She couldn't get a good look at her as she ran fast to the shower. Adagio was curious about this person, so she went over and looked at the open shower, where she saw a girl in her underwear.

"She's wearing pretty lame boyish underwear." thought Adagio. "I guess other girls are self-conscious of their bodies as well.' She left the girl behind and returned to put on her gym uniform.

The only problem was...

"¡Estúpidos pantalones cortos de gimnasia! Papi les dio las medidas correctas, ¿verdad? Mi culo no se hizo más grande ¿verdad?" shouted Adagio, struggling to pull her shorts up, as her ass was too big for them.

In the showers, Dashie was done putting on her gym uniform and was about to head to her locker when she heard someone speaking Spanish. She first thought it was Sonata and somehow followed her again, but the way the voice sounded, it couldn't be her.

"Hello?" She called out, hoping the person could understand her.

Adagio got spooked and quickly turned around, hiding her struggle with her shorts. She forgot about the girl. "Oh, I didn't realize someone was in here."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just wondered if you are okay?"

"Um, no, no. I'm not hurt. Just um, having trouble..."

Dashie walked over to her and looked at Adagio, blushing a bit.

"Do you need any help then?"

Adagio didn't know what to say or do. She did not want this random girl to see her struggle with her shorts.

"Uh, no. I got it, no worries."

"I don't want to sound mean, but from where I am, it looks like you are having trouble."

"Umm, okay, fine. You can help." Adagio blushed, looking away.

Dashie nodded, setting her book bag down, and started to look for something while Adagio turned around and slowly removed her jacket that she was using to cover her butt. Revealing the small shorts as they refused to go up over her big ass. She struggled and struggled, but they didn't even get past her butt cheeks.

"Okay! I got my sewing needie and I can f-f-fix...HUH!?" shouted Dashie, shocked as hell at what she saw. "Dear god, what a huge ass you have!"

Adagio blushed red and hid her ass with her jacket. "No shit, asshole! And why did you take out a sewing needle!?"

Dashie gulped, realizing what she said, and put the needle away. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to say that out loud!"

"Then don't," growled Adagio.

Dashie took a deep breath and looked at her, her face still red. "Sorry again. I just thought that maybe you ripped your shorts or something. Not..."

Adagio looked away in embarrassment. "My big ugly ass is not wanting to fit into the damn shorts, I know. It's hard enough for me to wear anything other than yoga pants or dresses. This is why I'm not popular or have friends."

Dashie was a bit surprised by what Adagio had said. She didn't think a girl like her would have those problems. Like, don't girls want big breasts or big asses to be popular with the boys? She wasn't going to tell her that, though.

"Again, I'm sorry. So, um, you want me to help you with your shorts?"

Adagio took a deep breath and turned around, removing her jacket again.

"Do you think you can do it?"

Dashie nodded. She didn't know if she could, but she had to try.

"Okay. I'll lift your shorts while you try to push your ass up."

"Fine," mumbled Adagio.

Dashie lifted the shorts and helped push the big ass up. She did her best not to stare. She stared at the wall behind them instead. Adagio's ass was very big and heavy, and Dashie was struggling to keep her focus.

"Come on, Dashie, focus!"

After what seemed like an eternity, Dashie finally got Adagio's ass into the shorts and she let go.

"We did it!" cheered Dashie, completely out of breath.

Adagio looked down and gasped. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe they were able to get her ass into the shorts, but more importantly, she couldn't believe they didn't rip.

"How did you do it!?"

"I-I'm not sure," replied Dashie, also confused.

They both looked at each other and then looked away. Both were blushing.

"Um, thanks."

"..." Dashie said nothing, just did a nod.

There was a moment of silence before Adagio broke it.

"What's your name?"

"D-Dashie. Yours?"

"Adagio."

"Nice to meet you, Adagio."

"Same," Adagio gave a small smile, and Dashie returned the smile.

Suddenly, they remembered where they were.

"Crap, Mom will be wondering where I am!" stated Dashie, hurrying and putting her bookbag into her locker.

Adagio closed the locker and faced her. "Mother? Is your mother the gym teacher?"

Dashie finished and was getting ready to head out, but she stopped and nodded.

"Yep, that's my mom. And I'm pretty sure we are going to be late."

She darted out of the locker room, with Adagio following behind her.

Blitz spun her clipboard and walked in front of the students. She caught the board and started roll calling until she called her daughter.

"Dashiell Reinbow? Dashie?"

She looked up from the clipboard and noticed her daughter wasn't there until the doors slammed open. Blitz shook her head in annoyance and glared at whoever was running late, which was her daughter.

"Mom! Sorry I'm late!" cried Dashie, standing beside the students.

Blitz growled.

"You better have a good reason for being late."

"Yes, ma'am," sighed Dashie. "I was helping someone and lost track of time."

Blitz didn't say anything and wrote something down. She turned back to the students. She called the next student, who happened to be behind Dashie. Blitz raised an eyebrow at that, even more so when her daughter said she was helping someone.

"Adagio Lucina, here!" said Adagio, waving at Blitz.

Blitz nodded and tossed the clipboard behind her, not caring where it fell.

"Okay, boys and girls! I'll be your gym teacher for the whole year, Blitz Reinbold. And since today is the first of school, I'll take it easy on you!" She walked past them, smiling. Let's start with warm-ups." She quickly counted how many kids were there and nodded at herself. Okay, everyone in a group of two. You be doing partner exercises."

Everyone did what they were told and started warming up. Blitz looked at her watch and smiled. She walked up to her daughter, who wouldn't ask anyone.

"So, who were you helping?"

Dashie jumped, not expecting her mother.

"What!?"

"You heard me. I'm asking you who you were helping. Because..." She looked around and could see everyone already teaming up. She scanned the room and saw Adagio, who also seemed to be acting shy. "Well, you got to team up with Adagio over there. Think you can handle her, sweetie?"

Dashie couldn't believe her mother was asking her that. It was obvious that Adagio didn't want to work with anyone.

"I'm sure she has friends...who will..."

"Dashie, you and her are the only ones without a partner."

Dashie didn't have a choice but to head over. She gulped and looked at her mother.

"Are you sure? I don't think she'll want to work with me. Like I said, she doesn't-"

Blitz crossed her arms and gave a stern look.

"Dashiell. I don't care what she wants. This is my class, and I want you to be her partner, so get your butt over there now."

Dashie was hesitant. She didn't want to force her, but her mother seemed annoyed.

"O-Okay."

Blitz smiled and nodded. She watched her daughter sadly head to Adagio. Blitz was happy Adagio didn't have a partner, as she wanted to see something between them.

Adagio was trying her best to hide her butt as she leaned against the wall of the gym. She could hear everyone talking and laughing. It made her a little jealous, but she was happy simultaneously, as no one was looking her way. Happy she was able to hide her butt, even though her shorts were a little tighter than usual. She knew her ass would rip them and didn't want to embarrass herself.

"Hey," greeted Dashie.

Adagio didn't expect her and got scared. She quickly stood up straight, making her shorts raise, exposing her ass and thighs a bit.

"What you want?"

Dashie pointed to her mother, who waved at them. "She wants me to be your exercise partner for today. If you don't want to, I understand. I'll do the whole warm-up by myself."

Adagio didn't understand what was wrong with the girl. She had been nice to her and helped her, and now she was telling her it was okay to leave her to do all the work. Adagio huffed at this; she had seen this before. Trying to suck up to her and be her 'friend.' so she could trick or blackmail. She hated it. There is always something behind it.

"I'll be your partner. It's not like I have a choice."

Dashie sighed and followed her. They went to their spots and waited for Blitz to give instructions.

"Okay, kids. Here." Blitz pulled a basket filled with balls and handed them all one. "Let's start with ball squat toss. One of you will squat down, throw the ball to the other person, who will catch it, squat down, and repeat."

Blitz blew her whistle, signaling them to start. She watched them briefly and then noticed that Dashie was struggling with Adagio. She smiled at what she saw.

"You need to bend down more!"

Adagio blushed red. "It's not my fault! My ass is too big! I might-"

"That doesn't matter, and you need to squat down! Or else you won't get a good grade."

"You mean YOU won't get a good grade." She smacked the ball into Dashie's stomach, and she fell. "Why do you even care? It's not like we are friends."

"You don't get it, do you?"

"Get what?"

Dashie picked up the ball and threw it into Adagio's face, but she blocked it.

"If we don't work together, then you fail, and I fail, and I can't fail!"

Adagio growled, picking up the ball and throwing it back more forcefully.

"What's wrong with you!? I said I'll be your partner. But I'm not doing the whole thing."

Dashie groaned, not believing her.

"I told you, I can't fail."

"Why not?"

Dashie sighed and threw the ball down.

"Because, because."

"That's not a real answer."

"Because I need to prove myself to my late grandmother. I have a goal I need to reach." Dashie picked up the ball and just started the squat toss by tossing it and catching it.

Adagio crossed her arms and watched Dashie.

"Explain."

"My grandmother was a great running athlete. Everyone believed she could attend the summer Olympics, but she never did."

"Why?"

Before Dashie could answer her, they heard the whistle from Blitz.

"Okay, good job everyone. Next is squat with pass. Stand back-to-back with your partner and lower yourselves into a squat position. Hold the ball with both hands and as you twist it to one side, pass it to your partner. Your partner then twists in the opposite direction and passes the ball back to you. This exercise engages your core and glutes." She waited for everyone to enter their positions but noticed Adagio didn't want to squat behind Dashie. "Is something wrong? Is Dashie being a bother?"

Dashie gulped. "M-mom..."

"No, Mrs. Reinbold," said Adagio.

Blitz smirked. "Good. So what's wrong?"

"I can't squat behind her."

Blitz crossed her arms. "And why not?"

"Because..." Adagio couldn't find the words.

Blitz could see Adagio didn't want to tell her the reason.

"Just do it."

"But, Mrs. Reinbold, I-"

"No buts. Now do it."

"Can I talk to you?" asked Adagio.

"No," responded Blitz, walking away and blowing the whistle again.

Dashie could tell Adagio was uncomfortable, and it was obvious why. Dashie looked around and saw how everyone was facing and then faced everyone. "Okay, we will do it by facing everyone. This way, no one can eye you when you bend down. Okay, Adagio?"

Adagio was shocked by Dashie's worry for her and didn't know how to react. She just gave a nod.

"O-okay."

They started the exercise, and Blitz saw it and smiled again. She was hoping this would happen, and it did. She had no idea if it was fate, but it didn't matter. Her daughter might be making a friend.

After a certain amount was done, Blitz clapped her hands. "Okay, this is the last warm-up. You will do a Hamstring curl with your partner." She pulled many small mats out for everyone. "Both partners should kneel, partner 2 in front of partner 1. Partner 1 should place their hands on partner 2’s ankles and kneel forward, providing a counterbalance. Partner 2 should slowly fall forward from the knee up, focusing on the hamstrings on the way down. Place your hands down to catch yourself when you can’t hold anymore. Push back up to start and repeat."

Blitz watched as everyone got on their mat but saw Dashie being partner 1 while Adagio was going to hold Dashie's ankles. She shook her head and went over to them.

"Stop."

They did what they were told.

"What's wrong now?" asked Adagio.

"Mom?"

"I want both of you to switch places. Adagio, you need to start working on your body."

"No," stated Adagio.

Blitz raised an eyebrow. "I beg your pardon?"

"I can't. My-"

"I don't care about your reasons unless you have a medical excuse; I will not hear any of it."

"But mom, why can't she hold my ankles? I'm stronger than she is."

Adagio laughed. Based on how skinny Dashie's upper body was, she could tell she wasn't that well-trained.

"I'd like to see you try and hold my weight. I can break you with my ass alone."

Dashie gulped.

Blitz looked at her watch and groaned. "Okay, enough wasting time. Dashie, hold Adagio's ankles. And if you don't want to do this, I'll let you run a lap around the track for the rest of the remaining class, got it?"

Adagio could tell Dashie was sweating hard. She couldn't understand why Dashie cared so much about her grades, but she didn't say anything. She slowly got in front of her and faced away.

Dashie held her ankles and watched her as she slowly got on all fours, but Dashie gulped loudly as she got the front seat to look at Adagio's huge ass.

"I hope you're ready."

"Y-Yeah, go ahead."

Adagio did a slow crawl forward.

"W-Wait, can you do it slower?" Dashie asked, wanting to enjoy this as much as possible.

Adagio nodded and crawled a little more, and Dashie had to stop herself from falling over.

"D-Dang," she whispered.

Blitz was watching and smiling. This was going perfectly. "Good! They will talk some more and become friends! Don't screw this up, sweetie! You need to make friends!" thought Blitz as she moved on and looked at all the students.

"Oof."

Adagio was trying to move slowly but ended up pushing herself into Dashie, and her ass was rubbing against her chest.

"Ow," whimpered Dashie.

"Sorry, this is harder than I thought."

"... it's fine," whispered Dashie, who tried to get herself into a comfortable position by moving back a bit.

The more Adagio moved down, the harder it was not to look. Dashie tried her best not to stare but couldn't help it. Adagio's ass was too big and thick. The shorts she was wearing were riding up her ass and showing more. Dashie was blushing like crazy, trying to control herself.

"Um... I think I can do a couple more," stated Adagio.

"O-okay," answered Dashie, looking away.

Dashie closed her eyes and felt awful for looking at Adagio like that.

"Stupid, the way she talks about her ass, she clearly hates it," thought Dashie, trying her best to clear her mind. "...I understand how she feels. When it comes to not liking a part of yourself."

Suddenly, she was snapped out of her thoughts by a loud rip sound, and Dashie could feel Adagio froze in her movements. She started to sweat as she feared what had just happened.

"...please, please don't what I think had happened, happened!" Thought Dashie as she slowly opened one eye, which soon both her eyes shot open as she had a great view of Adagio's ass and red panties because of the shorts ripped from her ass and exposing it, and not only that, but the shorts also ripped on her thigh, showing a part of her leg.

"U-Um... A-Adagio?" questioned Dashie.

She could see Adagio was blushing and shaking.

"..."

"Adagio? Are you-"

Dashie stopped herself and realized this was super bad. She could hear the classmates talking, not noticing what had happened, but maybe it was luck since she and Adagio were far back from everyone. She could get her mom to help, but...

"No, Mom might make it worse, and everyone will notice something was wrong, and they will see and..." Dashie felt so sad for Adagio. "...make fun of her for ripping her shorts." She could see Adagio still hadn't moved and just stayed in the same pose, and maybe she hoped the rip would go away. Dashie didn't know, but she needed to do something.

She could hear everyone moving and knew her mother was doing the next activity. She had no time.

"I got an idea."

Blitz clapped her hands and was going to tell everyone to enjoy the rest of the class just by hanging out, but she noticed her daughter and Adagio switched places, going against what she had ordered them to do.

"Dashie, I told you to be partner 1, and Adagio, I told you to be partner 2."

"Sorry, Mom, but I think our way is better!" Blitz didn't like how her daughter smirked at her. "Right, Adagio?" Blitz could see Adagio nodding but not looking at her or her daughter. "See? So d-d-deal with it..."

Blitz was shocked to hear that. No one, especially her daughter, would talk to her like that, but...she could tell something was up.

"I see. You are going through your rebel phase, huh? If that's how you feel." Blitz pulled her daughter up but was surprised to see Adagio standing up so fast, her daughter standing between them as if she were protecting her. "Give me 20 laps outside in the track."

"What?! Why?!" said Dashie in an acting tone.

"Because I said so, and if you keep this up, I'll make it 30. Now go, and Adagio, I want you to join her." Blitz turned her head and could see everyone looking at them. "What are you looking at? This isn't a show. Keep looking, or else 30 laps for everyone."

Everyone quickly returned to their work, and Blitz pointed Dashie and Adagio to the door to the outside.

"I'll check on you soon. I must call your mother to tell her how you have been acting. She's going to enjoy this, Dashie. Talking back to your mother?" She crossed her arms and sighed in disappointment.

Dashie gulped and gave an apologetic look. "Sorry, mom. It's just... you know... my hormones..."

Blitz shook her head. "No excuses. Besides..." Blitz smiled. "Twenty laps should be nothing for you. For your grandma, that was like a warm-up to her." Dashie could see how her mom became a little sad. "Go, girls. I'll check on you soon, like I said."

"...yes, Mom."

Blitz turned and walked away, leaving Dashie and Adagio alone. Dashie turned her head slightly.

"Hey, no one is looking. Hurry to the door, and I'll meet you at the track. There are bleachers near it. You can hide there until I get something from the lockers, okay?"

"What are you doing?" asked Adagio, confused by what was happening.

"Just hurry," replied Dashie.

Adagio nodded and did what she was told. When she got to the door, Dashie ran to the door that led to the lockers when her mom wasn't looking and entered it. Adagio saw that and hurried to the track. She was trying her best to hide her exposed ass. Luckily, no one was outside and running, or how the trees hid the track, so no one from the school could see her, and she hurried to the bleachers.

Adagio grits her teeth, mad. "That girl! I know what she's planning! After she 'helps' me, she will say I owe her! She's just like all the others! She will try to blackmail me!" She huffed, crossing her arms. "I'll deal with her after this!" She smiled as her eyes glowed bright.

She hid under the bleachers and waited but didn't need to wait long. She could see Dashie heading her way...fast, like real fast. Adagio was amazed by how quick Dashie was.

"...she's quite a runner."

Adagio was waiting for her to get close. When Dashie arrived, she went to the bleachers and sat down.

"Hey, I got my sewing kit! Give me your shorts!"

Adagio crossed her arms. "I'm not giving you my shorts."

"What?! I'm trying to help!"

"I'm not stupid, Dashie. I know what you're planning." She stepped back a bit. "When I give you my shorts, you will blackmail me and only give me back my shorts if I do whatever you want. Well, I won't let you have your way!"

Dashie couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"You think I'm a blackmailer?! I'm not! I'm just trying to help!"

"Yeah, sure," spat Adagio.

Dashie sighed, placed her sewing kit down, and looked down at the lower part of her body. "Look, I get how you feel."

"How do I feel?! How the hell would you feel like this?!"

"Well, not this, but something similar..." Said Dashie, rubbing the back of her neck. "Look, I get it. Someone tricked you into being a friend and soon betrayed that friendship by using you or lying to you, right? Well, that's not me."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, because the same thing happened to me." Adagio suddenly grew worried. "I've been hurt before by someone I thought was a great friend. Because of her, I stopped believing in friendship and spent time reaching my goals instead. Proving to my late grandmothers and my family, I'm worth having my grandmothers names. I didn't care about making friends. All I cared about was training and improving myself, and..."

Adagio remembered how her father told her she deserved her late mother's jacket.

"Your mother's jacket suits you, and you said you didn't deserve it." her father's voice echoed.

"And I also get how you can hate a certain part of your body." continued Dashie. "We have a few things in common, you know. There is a part of me that I hate with a passion..."

Adagio looked up at her, hearing the sad tone of her voice.

"I get it... and I would never use that against you."

"...do you promise?"

"Promise what?"

"That you're not like 'them.' That you won't blackmail me and use this to your advantage?"

Dashie gave a sad smile and placed her hand between the bleachers, reaching out to her.

"Yes, I promise."

Adagio was still unsure, but Dashie had been very kind to her since meeting her. She wanted to reach out to her, but she still felt unsure. Dashie picked up on this and quickly thought of something.

"You can hurt me back."

Adagio quickly looked at her in confusion.

"Hurt you back?"

"Yeah, you can hurt me back."

"How can I do that?"

"Well, if you're worried I'm trying to blackmail you, you can hit me or make up a lie about me to everyone in the school." Adagio was still dumbfounded. "I won't hold it against you, and it would be fair. Besides, I have no friends at this school...well, just one, and I highly doubt she will believe it."

Adagio could see Dashie's friendly and caring face. It was the same look she had given her before. She felt something as her cheeks got warm. She felt safe and calm. Dashie didn't seem like a threat, and if she was, then why was she offering herself to get hurt in return?

Adagio didn't know, but something told her she could trust Dashie. But she quickly lied to herself about why she trusted Dashie.

"W-Whatever! I can use her as a pawn or a slave. She might have her uses, and she would make a good servant. Yeah, that's why I'm trusting her!"

Dashie saw her getting close and could see her blushing. Before Dashie could say anything, Adagio handed her ripped shorts and quickly faced away. Dashie was still blushing as she could see Adagio's big, thick, and bubbly ass and her red panties, which were riding up her ass a little. She had a perfect view of her huge, meaty ass, and she could feel herself sweating and blushing hard.

"I trust you!"

Dashie was snapped out of her thoughts.

"You know...I don't mind...if you're looking."

Dashie's eyes widened, and she felt her cheeks turning even redder.

"I'm sorry!" Dashie quickly turned around and soon started to fix Adagio's shorts.

Adagio chuckled a bit. "It's okay. Everyone stares, and it's not easy to hide this butt, you know? Besides, I'm allowing you to look, and it's not like it matters. You've already seen a lot, so...you know."

Dashie didn't say anything. She was focused on fixing Adagio's shorts, and she wanted this awkward moment to end. She was done in ten seconds flat, and she handed it back to her. She then waited as she tapped her lap.

"...you did a great job." Said Adagio, walking out from under the bleachers.

"Thanks, but you shouldn't run or do fast movements. They might rip again," stated Dashie, standing up and walking over to Adagio. She lowered herself to check on the sewing to ensure she did a decent job. "See? They will rip again if you run, but it will take longer to fix. Still...I'm not 100% sure if the stitches can handle the running and moving." She placed her hand on Adagio's butt, not realizing what she was doing. "Maybe I should had-"

"It's fine. Thanks, but I order you to stop feeling up my ass." Adagio ordered as she was blushing hard as she felt Dashie caring hands on her ass.

Dashie's eyes shot open, and her face reddened like a tomato. She quickly moved her hands off Adagio's ass and stepped back, embarrassed.

"Sorry, sorry!"

Adagio looked away and did a smug expression. "For what? You are my underling, so I guess you could have more."

Dashie wasn't expecting to hear that at all.

"I mean...I did allow you to touch it, and I can use a little massage, but you'll have to buy me something—like ice cream or something," said Adagio, trying her best to shut up but failing. "And don't worry. I'll make sure not to tell anyone about what you did and protect you since you helped me."

Dashie was confused about why she was doing this but couldn't deny that Adagio had been through a lot, so maybe she was still not trusting her 100%.

"Yeah, that's all this is. She's protecting herself by keeping her distance and creating a boss-vs.-employee relationship," thought Dashie. She looked back at her, and, ignoring the weird rambling, she remembered what her mom ordered them to do. She looked down at Adagio's shorts and back at her. "Hey, Queen."

Adagio stopped her rambling.

"Queen?"

"Yeah, you said I'm your underling, right? So that makes you the boss."

Adagio blushed. "...b-but why queen and not just boss?"

Dashie smirked. "I don't know, it fits. You seem like a queen, and I've read somewhere that queens are hot or something, so...yeah."

Adagio was now blushing hard and could feel her heart racing. Dashie held her hands and slowly placed her on the bleachers.

"Anyway, you shouldn't run because, like I said about your shorts, they might rip again, and we don't need any more problems." Dashie started to head to the track as she kept talking. "I'll do 40 to cover your 20, and Mom will be okay with that. I'll meet you here, so sit tight, Queen."

Dashie smiled at Adagio and then sprinted off. Adagio didn't expect that, and she was left shocked. Her heart was beating fast, and her cheeks were burning.

"I didn't expect that." Soon, her thoughts started to race. "What are you doing?! Why did you call me Queen, and why did you act like a servant, and why did I like it and-"

"I'm a queen to her?" whispered Adagio, watching her servant run the track with grace.

"Maybe we could do more things together," she thought. She didn't even know why she was thinking this, and she shook her head and crossed her arms. "I'm not her friend. She's my underling! I can use her to help us find the source of magic in this town and the school itself. I need to stay focused on my..." Adagio remembered what Dashie told her about wanting to reach her goals in life and how they had a few things in common. "...goals. I must stay focused on my goal, but maybe after that..."

Her mind wandered, and soon, she found herself smiling.

"I think this will be an interesting relationship."

It didn't take long for Dashie to do 40 laps, and she was tired as she walked over to Adagio and sat on the ground.

"Man, that was fun. So, let's head-"

"What are you doing?" demanded Adagio, cutting Dashie off and giving her a mad look.

"Huh?"

"What are you doing?! Get up!" Adagio yelled, pointing to the spot next to her. "I won't let my underling sit on the ground."

"Oh, sorry, Queen. It won't happen again." Dashie just said that so she wouldn't make her mad again.

Adagio felt her cheeks burn and her heart race, and she felt herself smiling.

"That's right! You better not."

Dashie noticed Adagio's smile and couldn't help but smile a bit. She was cute when she smiled. Dashie didn't say anything else and sat beside her, but again, she could see that Adagio was mad.

"What are you doing?" demanded Adagio again.

"Huh?"

"Why are you sitting down?!"

"Umm...that's how I sit," replied Dashie, becoming more confused.

"You did 40 laps in running; you must be worn out, correct?" she asked, and Dashie nodded. Then I'm not letting my underling sit while tired! That's bad for you!" She blushed as she tapped her lap. "Lay your head here. That should be better, right?"

Dashie blinked and did a double take. "HUH!?"

"Don't question your queen! Just do it!"

"B-but why would you do that?!"

"Because I'm your Queen! And as your Queen, I have to ensure you're okay and not hurt, including taking care of you. Now do it!"

Dashie's mouth was open as she tried to say something.

"NOW!" demanded Adagio, her eyes glowing very dim-like.

Dashie quickly closed her mouth and obeyed. She leaned over and rested her head on Adagio's thick, meaty lap. She won't lie; Adagio's lap felt very soft, warm, and comfy.

"Is that better?"

"Yeah."

"Good," said Adagio, looking away, trying to hide her blush.

Dashie looked up, seeing the shy face on Adagio. Dashie started to feel bad.

"...am I forcing her into this? Is she feeling bad?" She took a deep breath. "It's okay if you don't want to do this. I'll understand."

"No, I'm doing this," stated Adagio, her eyes still not meeting her.

"Are you sure? You don't seem to be okay with this."

"I am."

"If you're not, you don't need to do this."

Adagio glared down at her and saw the caring and worried look. Something about it made her relax, and she soon sighed and smiled.

"Thank you, and I'll try to be okay with this," Adagio replied, smiling a little.

"Alright, but if you feel uncomfortable, let me know."

"I will."

Adagio started combing Dashie's hair with her fingers, and they sat silently. Dashie was happy with the silence, but Adagio didn't like the silence, and her thoughts were racing.

"This is too quiet, and she will know I'm feeling a little nervous, so...I should say something, but what? Maybe I should ask her about her life or something. I should know more about her." She coughed. "So...about your grandmother and your goals. I don't remember you finishing explaining it to me. Could you continue? I'm very curious."

Dashie was caught a bit off guard, but she was super happy; she wanted to talk about her late grandmother to someone again.

"I didn't know you would like to know more, but I would love to share. So, my grandma never went pro in running because she felt like she wanted to do something else in life. She didn't want to be stuck doing one thing for the rest of her life. So she decided to become something else: to be a great mother to my mom after my grandmothers adopted her. She even started to teach my mom about running." Dashie smiled as she remembered what her mom told her. "My mom loved to run, but she was like my grandmother; she didn't want to go pro, too, but was too scared to tell my grandma. She wanted to teach others like how my grandmother taught her. It's why mom is a gym teacher here at the school, and I know my grandma would be proud of her. Mom was able to reach her goals in life, and I want to do the same."

"To prove yourself and to others about carrying your grandmother's name, right?" asked Adagio.
Dashie smiled at her.

"My parents named me after both of my Mom's grandmothers. My full name is Dashiell 'Twilah' Reinbold. After learning about my first late grandmother and..." Adagio felt sad as she could see Dsashie's happy smile becoming sad. "My other grandma's death, I knew I wanted to make both of them proud and reach my goals in life. I made a promise to my second grandmother, and I will keep that promise! I know I can make my grandparents proud. I know it." Dashie moved her head slightly, looking at Adagio. "But that's my story; what about yours? How did you end up...you know, feeling like that? Did someone badly hurt you?" Dashie grabbed Adagio's hand, stopping her from combing her hair, and held tight. "Sorry what happened to you."

Adagio wasn't ready for the question, and Dashie tried to make her feel safe.

"I didn't even say a word, yet she could see through me. She sees the pain and hate I have in my heart," she thought.
Adagio's smile vanished. She opened her mouth...only to push Dashie off her lap, making Dashie land on her stomach with a loud thud.

"I didn't tell you to tell me your life story, nor did I give you permission to get close," growled Adagio, giving her a cold and harsh stare.

Dashie looked at her with sadness and confusion. "B-But you di-oof!" Dashie was cut off as Adagio placed her foot on the back of Dashie's head...but Dashie could tell there was hardly any force behind it.

"No, you didn't, and no, I'm not sharing anything, and if you keep asking, I'll kill you. Do you understand me?" Dashie didn't say or do anything. She didn't want to make her more angry or sadder than she was. "Do you understand me, my underling?!"

Dashie felt her heart hurting, but she nodded.

"Good," said Adagio as she removed her foot, but as she did, her thoughts raced. "I didn't hurt her, right!? I didn't put any force on my foot, but it sounded like I hurt her, and I didn't want to do that. I'm not mad at her. I didn't expect her to read me, and now...I'm just mad. But she didn't do anything wrong, so I needed to calm down. Maybe I could just-"

"Queen?"

Adagio snapped out of it and saw Dashie standing up and smiling at her.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tried to push you. I was excited to have someone who seemed to care and was curious about my life. I was stupid, and I shouldn't have done that. Whatever happened to you, whoever hurt you..." Dashie held Adagio's hands, giving her a determined and strong look. "I won't do that to you. I know how that shit feels, and it's awful. I'll be here for you, and that's a promise!"

Adagio was now blushing.

"W-What?!"

"I mean it! I'll make time for you!" Dashie started to remember Sonata. "...like 35% of my time will be with you. I hope that's okay. You might not want a 100% friendship, and that's cool. 35% is a lot, and I can still do things with you, so-"

"You're such an idiot," said Adagio, rolling her eyes.

Adagio faced away from Dashie, who was getting worried she somehow screwed up.

As Dashie tried to fix this, Blitz overlooked them behind a tree. She smiled as she took a photo with her phone and sent it to Lucy and the others in the group chat. She looked up at them again and couldn't stop thinking about how this scene reminded her of when she became friends with Sunny. Sunny's blushing face was the same as Adagio's.

"Well, it seems Adagio is Dashie's sunset...I knew you could trust and open up to others after what happened, Dashie." Blitz prepared herself before she went over there. "Just remember, sweetie. Like my sister Spark always says. Never let your spark burn out. Don't lose hope, and always find a way. You are more powerful than you think, and I know you can handle anything, Dashie."

Blitz smiled as she walked over.

"Hey, you two! The class just ended! Here." She took out a notepad, wrote something on it, and handed it to them. "Your next teachers will understand why you are late, so don't worry. Have a good day."

Blitz smiled at them and waved, heading back into the school. The two girls looked at each other and back at the notes. Seeing a silly drawing of Blitz of herself, pounding her head while sticking her tongue with something written next to it. "Oops, they are late because of me. Sorry! -Blitz"

They couldn't help but chuckle.

"What an odd woman," said Adagio.

"Yeah, she is my mom, after all," Dashie agreed. "So, should we head inside?"

"Sure."

Dashie started to walk away but soon noticed Adagio wasn't following. She turned around and saw her just staring at the ground or maybe her foot. Dashie couldn't tell.

"I can't believe I did that. I'm so stupid, and I need to be better than this." Adagio lifted her head. She opened her mouth and was about to say sorry but stopped as Dashie walked back and picked her up like a princess...though Dashie was struggling.

"Gosh, you are heavy."

"H-hey, put me down!" yelled Adagio.

"Yeah, no can do. We can't have the queen snapping her royal shorts again! We already had one issue today, and we don't need more. So deal with it, Queen. Let your underling do her job."

Dashie winked and started to carry Adagio back into the school. Adagio suddenly felt so happy; she liked being treated like a queen. Adagio's mind was racing. She wanted to say something or even stop her, but nothing came out of her mouth, and soon, Dashie arrived at the empty lockers.

"There, easy peasy, and no shorts ripping," said Dashie, putting her down. She cracked her back a bit because, as she said, Adagio was heavy.

Adagio said nothing as she opened her locker and took out her bag. Dashie was okay with her reaction. She rushed to her locker, got her clothes, and went straight to the showers again. Adagio took notice.

"Hey, underling!"

Dashie was midway, taking her shorts off when she heard her.

"Y-Yes, Queen?"

"Don't go too far away," demanded Adagio, walking towards the showers.

Dashie started to panic and shouted at her. "DON'T COME IN HERE! PLEASE!"

Adagio froze and just stood there and blushed.

"I'm sorry, Queen, I'm just...shy, so I need to be alone, and-"

"F-Fine," replied Adagio. She dropped her bag and changed outside the shower entrance. She wouldn't lie to herself; she wanted to see Dashie's body. She told her she hated a certain part of herself, so Adagio wondered which part Dashie talked about. "Hey!"

"Yes, Queen?"

"I told you how I hated my stupid big ass. You told me you hatred a certain part of your body, what is it?"

"I..."Dashie looked down and felt so ashamed. "I'm sorry, but I can't tell you. I can't tell anyone, but it's something that comes from my mother's side—a side I hate—a side that makes me feel less than a woman."

Adagio became more curious, but she didn't want to force her, so she didn't press it. She finished changing but heard Dashie talking to her again.

"But unlike me with my body, you shouldn't hate your ass, queen. It's a part of you, and you should love every part of yourself, no matter what you think or say otherwise. Like girls will die to have that kind of butt, so please don't hate it anymore. Okay, Queen?"

Adagio didn't say anything.

"Queen?"

"...fine. But only because you want to see it."

"What!?"

"You heard me. You only say that because you want to see and stop me from covering it up. That's the real reason, right, my little underling? Admit it."

"N-no. I swear! I'm telling you the truth. It's not for that reason."

"So, you're saying you don't want to see my ass?"

"W-what?!"

"I'm asking you a simple question. If you answer honestly, then I'll try my best not to hate my ass. I'm trusting you here, Dashie. So please don't mess up."

Dashie started to breathe harder, and she was starting to panic.

"I-I'm sure she won't hate her butt. She should love it; if I tell her the truth, she will get mad at me. Oh no, what should I do?"

"Dashie, come on. Answer the damn question," stated Adagio.

"F-Fine!" Dashie covered her face with her hands. "YES! I WANT TO SEE YOUR ASS!"

Adagio felt a little happy but also upset. She was going to speak, but Dashie kept going.

"BUT ONLY BECAUSE IT IS ATTACHED TO YOU! I'M NOT JUST SAYING THAT BECAUSE I LIKE IT! IT'S BECAUSE OF YOU! I LIKE YOU, FOR YOU!"
Dashie grabbed her things and raced out of the locker as a blushing mess.

"I want to die!" she screamed in her thoughts as she headed for her last class for the day.

Adagio was shocked, and her cheeks were red.

"She does like it, and even me? I guess..." Adagio turned to the mirror in the locker room. She posed, allowing her ass to be fully on display. "Maybe I'll try not to hate it, just a little. For her."

Sunny was tuning her red guitar. She had her notebook out, looking at all her notes and lyrics. She was smiling and ready to show her next students about learning about music. Soon, she could see students walking in, but one female student caught her eye. It was the same goth girl she saw all those years ago. The one that helped her and her pony counterpart fuse. Even though she was a goth, she wore a bright pink jacket and jeans. She sat in the far back of the desks and went to sleep. Sunny wanted to talk to her, but another girl walked in, and Sunny smiled.

"Hey, nice outfit! Same with the hairstyle you got rocking!"

The girl Sunny spoke to was no other than Aria as she took a seat. Aria could see how Sunny looked and liked the outfit.

"Same with you, teach."

Sunny blushed and thanked her. She turned and saw the last person coming in, and she couldn't help but smile even more.

"Surprised you made it in time? Your mom texted me about how she made you late. Take...are you okay?"

Sunny could tell something was wrong with her. Dashie was bright red and repeated something as she sat next to Aria.

"...I wonder if this has to do with anything with that girl Blitz showed us?" thought Sunny.

Aria eyed Dashie, remembering she had hurt Sonata. She smiled, thinking she was so lucky to have her in class. She cracked her knuckles, tugged Dashie by her shirt, and forced her to look at her.

"Hey, puta! I'm going to kill you for hurting my sister!" She glared at her, but what Dashie did next caught her off guard.

"THANK YOU! PLEASE KILL ME!"

Dashie hugged her tightly and even started to cry.

"Please! I need you to kill me! I did something that I can't come back from! I WANT TO DIE!"

Aria blinked. "...what?"

End of Chapter 3