PowerfulStache - Writefags in Canterlot #2: Newblood

>Be Newblood

>Fucking tired as all hell, having got 2 hours of sleep last night.

>Definitely not enough energy to compete in a soccer game at 11:00 in the damn morning.

>Well, is rather not get shit from my coaches for missing a game, and I am so ready to show that one bitch Dash that she isn't the greatest soccer player ever.

>That will be pretty difficult considering she is the greatest soccer player ever.

>I get out of bed, tossing on a clean T-shirt and some sweatpants.

>There is no way in hell I'm wearing that skin-tight uniform on my way there.

>It's too damn cold outside.

>I throw my uniform into a duffel bag and walk into the bathroom, figuring that if I'm going to be tired I might as well look good and be tired.

>After washing off my face and shaving, I comb my hair and spray some of that can of deodorant that will likely last until the end of time.

>After I properly groom myself, I grab my duffel bag and check the time.

>It's 9:47 and I have to be at the field by 10:15.

>No problem, I can make it there in 10 minutes flat.

>I should probably give Creature a call, considering he said he'd be there after he met some girl at the library this morning.

>Entering his number, I hold the phone up to my ear, waiting for him to pick up.

>He doesn't pick up.

>If Creature doesn't pick up, he's in bed, no matter what.

>Get some, mate.

>I walk out the door to my apartment, taking in the sweet aroma of the fried chicken at the table just off the balcony.

>It's great to live right on floor 2, quickly able to get in my apartment and outside.

>Nothing smells better than fried chicken in the morning.

>I walk by a couple of other apartments before I get to the staircase and head right down to find exactly where the smell is coming from.

>There is a group of three girls, likely no older than 13, sitting at the table eating fried chicken.

>A little ways away, I see some freak with a bottle of whiskey and a gross ass beard walking their way.

>Could that be...

>It is.

>God fucking dammit Chad.

>He drunkenly dances over to the table where the girls are sitting at.

 

"Hay gurls! Der was dis great orgy last night! If y'all were lil' boys ya woulda been invited."

 

"Chad, I don't have time to deal with your bullshit right now. I have a soccer game to get to."

 

>He starts to fall over and release multiple fluids from his body at once.

 

>The three girls eek and run off, an orange one trudging along with the fried chicken.

 

"Newblood! Ya scared dem off, ya smelly fail of a pedo!"

 

>I continue along my way, pushing Chad aside to the ground as he moves into a state of pure soullessness.

>Can't blame him entirely though, considering his asshole was torn apart by a wild ogre when he was young.

>Moving along on my way to the field at the high school on the sidewalk, I see Chad slowly tracing me, not even trying to hide himself.

>This guy has been seriously mentally scarred.

>I pick up my pace, trying to lose Chad as quickly as possible.

>Checking my watch, I can see that it is 10:06, giving me another 9 minutes to get to the field.

>Chad is still pushing at trying to catch up, holding his bottle of whiskey by the handle and looking /very/ menacing.

>I spend the next 5 minutes walking until Chad finally gives up and passes out in the middle of the road.

>I'm honestly not sure if I want any cars to come down this road.

>Finally, I arrive at the field, with only 2 minutes to spare.

>I see Coach Soarin standing out in middle of the field, looking as if he has never given less fucks.

>Walking up to him, he notices that I'm not yet in uniform.

 

"Britney! Why aren't you in uniform?"

 

>God, I fucking hate that nickname.

>I should have never trusted Dash to give me the right shirt.

 

"I'm gonna go fix that right now."

 

>I adjust my duffel bag and run off behind the bleachers to change.

>Once there and I'm sure nobody is watching, I take off my bag and toss it on the ground.

>I crouch down and open up the bag, pulling my uniform shirt and shorts out of it.

>Stripping down to my underwear and putting on the skin-tight uniform clothing, I can hear a chuckle coming from behind me.

 

"Nice one, Newblood. Not even wearing your uniform to the warm ups before the game. Can't handle the cold?"

 

>Fucking Rainbow Dash.

>I turn around, facing her, now fully dressed again.

 

"You saying you like these things, Dashie? Even Spitfire isn't a fan of this shit."

 

>Chuckling, she moves closer to me, likely to pull a typical Dash move.

>I lean up against the bar next to me, watching as she approaches.

 

"Never said I liked these things. Hate 'em just as much as you do. I'm just more accepting to it and dedicated to the team."

 

>I think Dash needs to look up the difference between accepting and tolerating.

 

"Is that so? Sure showed your /dedication/ by showing up to a practice barely recovering from a hangover after that party at AJ's last week."

 

>She goes into defense mode and puts on her best offended look.

 

"That wasn't a hangover. I was just tired."

 

"Because people break down and shout out how much their head hurts when they are tired."

 

>She's opens her mouth, but no words come out.

 

"Well, both of us aren't going to look dedicated if we're late to the warm ups starting."

 

>She's got a damn good point.

>I turn around and shove my normal clothes into my duffel bag, zip it up, and walk out back onto the field.

 

"Alright, team! This time we're going up against the Baltimare Angels, so we're gonna have to give it our best shot this time around!"

 

>Oh joy.

>Another one of Soarin's infamous terrible motivational speeches.

>I stay in the back of the crowd, luckily barely able to hear what he's saying over the sound of cars driving by the road just behind the bleachers.

 

"Now, let's get out there and take that pie!"

 

>What the hell did I miss this time?

>Not like it even matters.

>For the next 20 minutes, we run round and do whatever the hell Soarin and Spitfire tell us to do.

>Where is the other team?

>They should have been here 10 minutes ago.

>Before anybody asks anything about where our opponents are, a crackle of thunder blares through the field like a gunshot.

>Maybe I'll have some good luck today.

>It's not like anything too insane could happen on a rainy day like this.

>Some people seem disappointed we have to head inside for now, while others, such as myself and surprisingly Dash, are absolutely ecstatic about it.

>What could she be so happy about?

>As far as I know, all she ever does is hang around her friends, play soccer, and party.

>Unless one of those is happening, I wouldn't guess that she would be so happy about being trapped in the school on a Saturday morning.

>Wait a second...

>What do I care about how she is feeling?

>It's not as if she gives me any thought.

>Everybody is sent to the locker rooms, and told to change if you can and to hop in the shower.

>I bet Dash isn't so happy about wearing her uniform and not bringing a change of clothes now.

>Is it strange to hate someone's guts and actually care for them a little?

>After getting to shower first and putting back on my normal clothes, I walk out to the athletic swimming pool where the locker rooms are located, finding only the coaches and Cloudchaser out here so far.

 

>She is, in all honesty, a shyer Dash.

>Slowly but surely, people come out one by one.

>I pull my phone out of my duffel bag and check the time.

>It's 11:51.

>The only guy on the team I can actually say that's not an asshole is Turner, but acts just plain strange, getting up and dashing off whenever he feels like it, and them coming back wearing something completely new.

>Dash walks over, taking a seat right next to me.

 

"Hey, Britboy. What's up?"

 

>Still a better nickname than Britney, but not too far off.

 

"Dashie, since when have you cared about what I'm doing?"

 

>She gives off a slightly awkward smile quite briefly, before returning to her normal face, ranging from not giving any fucks to determined.

 

"I'm in a good mood. I figure I should probably make the most of it and talk to somebody besides Cloudchaser."

 

>Well, it's somebody to talk to.

 

"So, what do you make of the other team not showing up?"

 

"They got scared from my awesomeness and forfeited, not telling us in time."

 

>There's the Dash we all know.

 

"Okay, but in all seriousness it's not like the Angels to be like this. They are normally extremely punctual on timing."

"You've got a point. Why don't we go check outside to see if they're here?"

 

>It makes absolutely no logical sense to do that, but whatever, it's not as if there is anything better to do down here.

>Looking over at the coaches, they are too preoccupied with other people to notice us.

>She starts walking towards the door and I follow behind, exiting the room seemingly unnoticed by everybody.

>The amount of luck involved in doing that was insane.

 

"Alright, we're out of the room. Let's go check out the field to see if there is anybody up there waiting for us."

 

"Quick question, genius. If they are here, how do we notify the team without telling them we went out and checked it out?"

 

"I don't know. You'll think of something, if that happens."

 

>/Real/ assuring.

>I walk up the stairs, and into the hallways, Dash trailing behind.

 

"You know what, Dashie?"

 

"What, Britboy?"

 

>I'm starting actually like that nickname a little bit.

>What is wrong with me?

 

"I don't think you wanted to come out here to just check out the field."

 

>She stops for a moment, gazing off into the science classroom next to us as we pass it.

 

"What are you talking about? What else would I want with you up here?"

 

>Whenever she goes into defense more, I know something is up.

 

"Whatever you say, Dashie girl."

 

>There's no need to push this any further than it needs to go right now.

>She sighs, sounding full of relief.

>We walk in silence until we reach the door to go outside to the soccer field.

>Both of us peer out the window, seeing no signs of the Angels being here.

>The rain has stopped, and time seems to have gone by exceptionally fast.

>I check the time on my phone.

>It's 5:12 in the afternoon.

>There's no way we walked around the school for 5 hours.

>Taking another look back out, I see two men lurking about in the field now.

>One is short and chubby, the other is tall and skinny.

 

"Dashie, do you see those two guys?"

 

>She takes a look for herself, seeing the two men nod at each other and walk off towards to the left side of the bleachers.

 

"Why are they here? I don't even have it on me. They should be after Pinkie right now."

 

>What the hell is she talking about?

>She knows those two out there?

 

"Who are those guys?"

 

"Their names are Chuck and Brutus. Short one and the tall one, respectively. They are not people you want to be friends with. That's all you need to know for now."

 

>I'm not asking anymore just yet.

>She has a lot to answer later.

 

"Fine. What do you propose we do?"

 

"We need to see what they were doing out there and how they got there. They weren't there a few seconds before you checked for the second time, and then they just appeared out of nowhere."

 

"One more thing, Dashie. Have a look at the time."

 

>I hand her my phone, and she takes it and looks at the screen.

 

"Pinkie, you just had to go and mess with time and space, didn't you?"

 

>I've given up on trying to follow what she's rambling on about here.

>Pushing open the door, I see Chuck and Brutus hop into a random car and begin to drive.

>Dash looks up from my phone, sees them start to drive, and sprints right out the door after them.

>I run behind her by about 7 feet, until she stops and stares as they drive off onto the road.

 

"Twilight, you better be able to fix this."

 

>Dash looks down at the group with a face of failure adorned.

"Dash? Is everything alright?"

 

>She stands up, and looks me straight in the eyes.

 

"Nothing is alright, Newblood. Everything has gone so far downhill that this whole dimension might be ripped apart if a good friend of mine can't sort it out. I was really hoping I could have saved her from that, but obviously I couldn't."

 

>That's something you don't hear everyday.

 

"Walk with me."

 

>I start moving towards the sidewalk, motioning for her to follow me.

 

"So who is this friend of yours who has to deal with these guys?"

 

>Dash breathes in, almost as if she were about to yell.

 

"Her name is Twilight Sparkle, and she's a magical flying unicorn princess from an alternate dimension."

 

>Still not as weird as Chad.

 

"Ok then. That's pretty cool."

 

>She stops, shocked at my response.

 

"So you're not totally freaked out or don't believe me?"

 

>As much reason as I've had to distrust her, there is something very off in general this afternoon.

 

"I've seen weirder with my own eyes, and I don't see any reason to not believe you considering you know more about all this than me.

 

>She moves off into a yard on the right side of the road.

 

"I'm going to tell you what is really going on here. Who Chuck and Brutus are, what I have to do with them, and what has happened to time and space. Just one catch."

 

>Dash and her fucking catches.

 

"Well? What's the catch?"

 

>Dash actually shows weakness and fear for once, which is nothing to be laughed at.

 

"I want to do what I brought you out here to do in the first place. I got held up by time and space being messed with."

 

>That's an excuse you don't hear everyday.

 

"What's up, Dashie? You're losing your competitive and arrogant nature pretty quickly. If not to see if the team is here, then why would you being me out here?"

 

>I'm quite sure I know what the answer is, and I get ready to turn back around to the field.

 

"Girls get urges. And sometimes, these urges need to be acted out upon. Fast. So, if you catch my drift, then..."

 

>Wait, what?

>Did she just say what I thought she did?

>And she doesn't want to 1 on 1 me at soccer?

 

"Dashie, you can't be serious right now. You've got to be pulling my leg here."

 

>I wish I could say that I thought she was serious, but knowing her I'm pretty sure this is just one really well thought out prank that is going to leave me in the hospital.

 

"Listen, if you don't want to believe that I'm serious it's fine, but why don't you test me and find out?"

 

>For Dash, this is a risk I'm willing to take.

 

"Alright, but if I end up in a hospital you're coming with me."

 

>I start to advance towards her, but she holds up her hand, motioning for me to stop.

 

"No, not out here. I had the perfect place back at the school."

 

>Dash walks out of the yard and back onto the sidewalk, beckoning for me to follow her.

>Walking behind her slowly, I pull out my phone and check the time.

>It's 5:37.

>No more tears in time and space for now.

 

"Dashie, out of all the people down there why did you pick me?"

 

>She turns around and chuckles.

 

"You're less of an asshole than most of them."

 

>And the best complement of the year award goes to...

>Not Dash.

 

"Real nice of you, Dashie girl."

 

"You know how considerate I am, Britboy."

 

>We walk in silence for what felt like 15 minutes, as it started to get fucking dark outside and we walked onto the field.

>I'm just going to take a wild guess and say that time was messed up again by her friend and that now we are pretty much fucked.

>I pull my phone out of my duffel bag to check the time.

>It's 10:17 at night.

>Damn, I hate when I'm right.

>Approaching the school, I hear a car speeding down the road on the opposite side of the houses, playing Bohemian Rhapsody at maximum volume with the windows down.

>God dammit, Stache.

 

"What the hell was that, Britboy?"

 

"That, right there, was a friend of mine having the time of his life.

 

>She can't be the only one who gets to be vague.

 

"Your friend has good taste in music, then."

 

>I start to catch up with her, phone in hand.

 

"Besides that, you probably should see this."

 

>She turns around a grabs my phone from me.

 

"This doesn't make any sense. Not just one, but TWO ripples in time? What have you gotten us into, Pinkie?"

 

>She just stares at the time in complete confusion.

>Once I help her out, hopefully all these rambling a will make a little bit more sense to me.

 

"If I'm going to learn anything about what's going on here, we're going to have to find this place you were talking about."

 

>Dash snaps out of her confusion, coming back to reality.

 

"Sorry, in all that I forgot what we were even doing."

 

>Wait, did she just say SORRY?

>Dash never says sorry.

>If she said sorry, then some serious shit is going on.

 

"That seals the deal. I now completely trust you."

 

>Dash tosses on a smile and starts walking again.

 

"Good, because for what we're gonna do, you're going to need to out some faith in me."

 

>I never realized that Dash could actually be sexy.

>Since when have tomboys been sexy?

>Apparently since Dash.

>Following her, I'm lead back inside to find the lights in the school turned on for whatever reason.

>Could we not be alone here?

 

"Dashie, what do you think happened to the rest of the team? Could they still be here?"

 

"Don't worry, Britboy. They're safe and sound in the time vortex."

 

>That's very reassuring.

 

"So where is this place you thought was perfect to do this?"

 

>She motions her head to the left.

 

"Room 121."

 

>That's a chemistry lab.

>And it's right up here, on the left.

>She walks up to it and opens the door, motioning for me to enter.

>She enters behind me and shuts the door, locking it behind her.

 

"So, tell me Dashie, what exactly do you want from me?"

 

>Dash moves up to the front of the room, grabbing a ruler and grinning from ear to ear.

 

"I want you to sit your ass down and listen."

 

>I pull out a chair next to a worktable and take a seat.

 

"Good. Now, you're aware that I don't have a boyfriend, correct?"

 

>I'm guessing she broke up with Flash Sentry after what he did at a practice two weeks ago.

 

"Yes, I'm aware you don't have a boyfriend."

 

"It can get /lonely/ being single, and you just don't get as much out of yourself as somebody else would."

 

>She has a point, and I can see where she is going with this.

 

"Now, Britboy, you're going to help me out if you want to learn anything about what is going on in this town. And you'd better do a damn good job at listening. Do I make myself clear?"

 

"Yes, ma'am."

 

>She starts to crack up at that response.

 

"I like the way you think, Britboy. Now, get over here and clean up this leak."

 

>Dash points to a puddle forming on the ground, beckoning for me to clean it up.

>I stand up and grab a fabric towel off a nearby rack, approaching her to clean it up.

 

"No towels, Britboy. You can use this, considering how much we both hate it."

 

>She takes off her skirt, leaving her in a pair of spandex shorts and a skin tight T-shirt.

>I receive the skirt from her, getting on my knees to mop up the puddle of fluids that are dripping down from her.

>After completely ruining her skirt, I stand start to stand back up, stopped by her hand.

 

"What's wrong, ma'am? Am I not done cleaning it up yet?"

 

"Don't you know anything about leaks, Britboy? You have to plug up the source, and fix it."

 

>I stay on the ground, tossing the soaked skirt to my side, raising my hands up towards her shorts that ever so tightly gripped her legs.

 

"Now, take off the tape over the leak."

 

>I have a feeling these analogies aren't going to stop.

>Reaching my hands around to her firm rump, I start to pull the shorts down, which have started to stick to her "source".

>God that's fucking cheesy and hot at the same time.

>I finally manage to remove her shorts from her crotch, causing loud noises that resembled that of a suction cup.

>If her skirt was soaked, then this thing was now 95% fluids.

 

"Now, plug up the source so that it can't leak anymore."

>No reason to argue with her on this.

 

>I hold my fingers up to her overflowing vag, making sure I get enough of her natural lubrication.

 

"What are you waiting for? Plug the leak!"

 

"If you says so, ma'am. GERONIMO!"

 

>I dive my fingers into her pussy, eliciting an immediate moan from her.

>Sliding in and out, I increase my speed, while her fluids continue to put out despite my fingers being in there.

 

"That's won't be enough to stop the leak, Britboy. Grab those beakers over there on the table."

 

>She wasn't kidding when she I would need to trust her on this.

>I remove my diners from her, stopping her panting temporarily.

>Walking towards the table, I pick up the empty beakers, one short and fat near the bottom, the other long and skinny with an outward tick on one of the sides, and turn around to find Dash pushed up against the chalkboard, her fingers rubbing up against her clit.

 

"Don't let it leak out too much. Get over here and finish the job."

 

>Obeying her, I carry the beaker over to her, getting on my knees yet again.

 

"What are you doing? Take the plug off of the beaker so it can fill up a little bit from the leak."

 

>She sure has some surprisingly hot fetishes.

>I remove the plug at the tip of the beaker, leaving it open to fill up when it goes inside her.

>This probably isn't a very smart idea at all, and Dash probably spent 30 seconds thinking about this, but whatever.

>I hold the skinny tip up to her slit, coating it to ease the inevitable shock from entering with the beaker.

 

"C'mon Britboy. Geronimo, right?"

 

>Giving off a quick grin, I push the tip right in, catching Dash by surprise.

>I motion it forward and back, letting to fatter part enter ever so slightly and stretch her vag out, while what can't fit smacks against the outsides.

>Bouncing it in and out, I quicken my motions, also teasing her clitoris with my left hand.

>Dash moans out in approval, caught in a state of ecstasy and pain at the same time.

>Taking my left hand off her clit, I pick up the other beaker while continuing my motions.

 

>I hold up the beaker to her rear hole.

 

"Are you ready for this, Dashie girl?"

 

>She doesn't respond, likely due to being overwhelmed by pleasure.

 

"I'll take that as a yes. One last time. GERONIMO!"

 

>I shove the long beaker into her asshole, causing her to choke up a little bit while still panting all the while.

>Slowing down my motions in the front, I time them both out, entering in and out simultaneously.

>Is she even in this reality anymore?

>Her face says yes, but her lack of response says no.

>I shove the long beaker in deep, trying to catch her attention.

 

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

 

>She let's out a long winded series of moans interrupted by panting.

>It's about time I seal the deal and finish this off.

>I'm surprised she lasted this long, but not anymore.

>Leaning my head forward, I begin to lick her clit while speeding up my motions.

>She's gone over the edge.

>Unable to even make any noises anymore, her tight holes wraps around the beakers, enclosing them into her.

>The first beaker fills up to maximum, letting everything else pour out onto the floor below us.

 

>Her orgasm lasts for at least a good 30 seconds, creating a huge puddle on the floor and getting my jeans exceptionally wet.

>After her vag finally calms down, her body ejects the beakers on the falls forward onto me, unable to say anything.

>I move to the side and gently put her on the ground, standing up.

>Her mouth is moving, but no words are coming out.

 

"Did Flash Sentry ever do that for you?"

 

"N-no, he didn't."

 

>Opening up my duffel bag, I check the time.

>It's 10:31.

>I kneel down again, helping her up and giving her a towel to clean herself off.

>After she finishes cleaning herself up, she finally is able to talk reasonably again.

 

"So, I guess I owe it to you to tell you what's going on. Where should I start?"

 

>I ponder for a second, wondering what I really want to know.

 

"Just start at the beginning."