"See ya'll Friday night." You say to yourself as you watch Adagio walk away. After placing the note that Mr. Whooves gave to you in your locker, you pick up your textbook and start walking towards Advanced Algebra. As you walk down the hall, you notice something strange up ahead. Trixie Lulamoon, the self-proclaimed "Great and Powerful Trixie", was rummaging through her locker. Your memory flashes back to when you hid in there to evade the Dazzlings momentarily. Getting closer, you see her holding the small box that contained items you used in a few attempts to run from your pursuers. Walking past, you notice that she looks towards you with one of her eyebrows raised before turning her attention back to her box. "Huh. Wonder if she knows it was me that borrowed some of those smoke bombs." You think as you start creating some distance between you and her.

Walking into Mr. Whooves' classroom, you take a seat in the back of the room. "Okay class." Mr. Whooves says as he stands up from behind his desk. "I hope you all studied really hard last night in preparation for today's final exam." You roll your eyes slightly as the memory of your activities from last night play through your mind. "Because for those of you who are struggling, this exam will either make or break your grades." After saying that, Mr. Whooves begins passing out the papers. Once he approaches you with a paper, you look as his eyes flash green.

"Score!" You think as he lays the paper on your desk. "Thank you Dagi!"

"You all have until the end of class to finish this exam." Mr. Whooves says as he walks back to his desk. You pick up the paper and give the problems on there a look.

"Hmm.... I could've probably scored good on here anyways now that I see the questions." You think as you start writing down the answers. While writing, the image of Adagio in her light purple bikini keeps flashing in your mind, followed by Sonata and her whipped cream covered nipples, then Aria's tight leather outfit. The resulting thoughts make a feeling in your crotch feel known as it begins to warm. "Shit!" You think as you try covering up your new erection. Luckily, no one is looking back towards you. Getting back to writing down the answers to the questions on the paper, you manage to complete them all before anyone else seems to get done. "Uh... Mr. Whooves?" You ask as you raise a hand into the air.

"Yes Anon?"

"I just finished my test. Can I bring it up to you and leave since I'm done?"

"Of course."

"Thank you." You reply as you get up from your desk. Walking up towards Mr. Whooves' desk, you catch a few kids glaring at you as they continue to write on their papers. "See ya'll later!" You think as you place your test on Mr. Whooves' desk.

"Thank you Anon." Mr. Whooves says as he picks up your test. "You are now free to go."

"Thanks Mr. Whooves." You reply before casually walking out of the room. Once you close the door behind you, you do a little celebration dance before going to your locker. "That was easier than I thought it would be." You think as you walk down the hall. Turning a corner, you spy Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna as they watch the janitor, who goes by the name of Discord, replace Celestia's broken door. The one that was destroyed by the Dazzlings is seen leaning up against the wall next to them.

"Here's Sonny!" Sonata's voice says in your memory as the events that took place at that spot replay in your mind. But soon after, an image of her cute ass flashes across your mind.

"Wow. I can't stop thinking about them now." You think as you get to your locker. "Am I being controlled by them?" You give yourself a look over. "Nope, still in my own control." You think as you get your jacket. Just as you shut the door, you feel someone tapping on your shoulder.

"Yes?" You say while turning around. But the one who seeks your attention doesn't seem to be in a pleasant mood.

"The Great and Powerful Trixie knows it was you who pilfered some of her precious belongings!" Trixie says as her eyes glare at you, making you press your back against the lockers.

"What?" You ask. "Please, my brain hurts from just having taken a test. Speak normally."

Trixie groans in response as her hand smacks her forehead. "Trixie knows you took some of her smoke bombs from her locker. And now, she demands that you return them immediately!"

"Uh... how do you know it was me?"

"Trixie keeps a hidden camera in her locker at all times."

"Seriously?"

"Yes! Now, return Trixie's belongings!" She says as she holds out her hand.

"Uh.... here's the thing. They kinda... exploded on me."

"What?!" Trixie yells, making you fall to the floor in surprise. She then clears her throat and regains her composure. "Well then... you will give Trixie a payment for this unauthorized usage."

"Umm... okay. Fair enough, I guess." You say as you reach into your pocket to pull out your wallet. "How much do I owe you?"

"Trixie doesn't want your money." She blurts out, making you drop your wallet.

"Well then... what do you want?" You ask while picking it up and putting it back in your pocket.

"A date."

"You gotta be joking." You think as you process what she just said. "A what?"

"Date! D-A-T-E!" She yells again, making you look down the hallway to make sure no one else is listening.

"Umm..." You say while getting back on your feet. "I'm sorry to say this. But I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request."

"English!" Trixie shouts. "Trixie demands that you speak English!"

"Means no." You reply before beginning to walk down the hall.

"Give Trixie a date or else she will go to Principal Celestia and-"

"Tell her about having smoke bombs on campus? Which is against school rules by the way." You reply, cutting her off in the process.

Trixie pauses for a moment after you say that. "Touché." She replies before running up next to you. "But Trixie put in much effort to make those. She wants something in return for you stealing them."

"Sorry, but I'm already kinda seeing-"

"Please?" Trixie asks as she puts on a puppy dog face. "Just one little date?" Your mind begins to struggle with how to reply as her eyes look directly into yours.

"Dude!" A voice inside your head says. "Leave her ass and just walk away. She can't stop you." Before you know it, a mini version of you decked out in horns, a tail, and wielding a pitchfork appears in a cloud of red smoke on your left shoulder.

"Shoulder Devil?"

"No!" Another voice inside your head shouts. After that, another version of you, this one wearing a robe, carrying a harp, while having a halo over his head appears on your right shoulder. "You took her property and now, you owe her this."

"Screw that! Those things didn't even help him! He still got caught!" Shoulder Devil yells. "Don't listen to that guy. He's just a goody goody."

"Doesn't matter." Shoulder Angel replies. "He took them and all she wants in return is a date."

"Oh please. Just be quiet."

"You be quiet!"

"You!"

"You!"

"You times infinity."

"Grrrrr...." Shoulder Angel growls as he glares at his counterpart.

"Uh... is this some kind of side effect from last night?" You ask the two mini you's.

"No." The good one replies. "We're your conscience. We just decided to take a more drastic path to help you in your decision."

"Yeah man!" The evil one adds. "By the way, nice job getting with three hotties in one night!" He holds a mini version of your hand out in a high-five attempt. "Aww come on man! Don't leave me hanging!"

You look over to the good you. "Do it." He says while placing his little hand against his forehead. "He won't stop until he gets a high five. Trust me."

"Okay..." You reply before holding your hand out to the evil one.

"Aww yeah!" He says before hitting his little hand against yours.

"Ahem..." Trixie says, snapping you out of the weird moment, making the two mini you's disappear. "Uh...did you hit your head or something?"

"Umm.... maybe." You reply.

"Still.... Trixie wants a date as her payment. Now it is time for you to pay up!"

"Okay Trixie." You reply begrudgingly, making a grin appear on her face. "But no funny business."

"No promises." Trixie replies as she takes you by the hand. "Now, come on. We must go."

"Wait, don't you have class?"

"Trixie finished her classes for the day. She is free to go when she pleases." She replies as she pulls you out of the building. "Come! Let us begin our date!"

"But what about-"

"Now!" She yells, yanking your arm as she forces you to follow her. "First, we shall go out to eat. Next, a movie. Then, the beach. And finally. should Trixie deem you worthy, you might get a surprise from her."

"Great." You think as she walks over to your car. You pull your keys out of your pocket and press the unlock button on the small remote. "Just what I needed after what possibly could've been one of the greatest nights ever. A date with the Great and Powerful Trixie." As you watch her get into the passenger seat, you let out a groan. "Why did it have to be her locker?"