- Be Timothy Typhoon.
- >“Have you heard? They say a student is selling drugs inside school…”
- >“Really? Who would do that with Axel around?”
- >“Drugs? I heard it was weapons!”
- >“I know it sounds crazy, but do you guys remember that rumor from earlier this year, about gang members inside Canterlot High.”
- >“Dudes, you’re being paranoids.”
- >“No, no, someone trustworthy told me about it… They say it’s a girl… A pink one…”
- >Well that’s interesting.
- >Rumors that a pink student is making an illegal business inside the school have been running around for a full month now, yet, impossible to learn more.
- >I suppose never hanging with anyone doesn’t help in that regard.
- >However, if it is true, then, that person just got herself into a ton of problems.
- >Canterlot is Saint Territory.
- >And the Rules of the Saints are clear; no-one sells anything forbidden to minors.
- >An occasion to punch someone!
- >Hell f*cking yeah!
- >After scaring 3 or 4 potential suspects into pissing themselves, then apologizing (Rule of the Saints: No harm in any forms towards bystanders), you finally find your future punching bag.
- >In one of the most shadowy dead end of the building, you spot a small group of students.
- >The girl gets the cash, the students get some package.
- >You wait for the group to disperse and, when no-one is looking, grab the one that interests you before heading out.
- >Behind the glasshouse, there is a small area left without any care, a famous meeting point for couples during spring.
- >In retrospect, maybe you should have picked somewhere with fewer innuendos to bring a cuffed girl...
- “Miss Pie, am I right?”
- >Even a loner like you knows her, she organizes 9 tenths of any events that happen on the school-grounds.
- >“That’s me! And you’re Timothy Typhoon!”
- >Strange, you’re doing your best to be as discreet as possible, yet, she knows who you are.
- >Maybe there is more to her than meets the eye.
- “How do you know me?”
- >“Duh, I know everyone! Also, you’re well known around the sports club due to your impeccable physical form, however, you haven’t joined a single team. That’s what Rainbow told me!”
- “Heh, flattery won’t lead you anywhere, let’s not beat around the bush, I have some questions regarding your little business…”
- >“Haah, sorry, but business is closed for the day…”
- “And it might become closed forever if your products are what I think they are, you probably don’t know, but you ain’t the only one selling ‘hard to get’ stuff, and knowing your rivals, they won’t be happy about it…”
- >A giggle escapes her lips.
- >“Ho you silly frowney Timmy, I don’t sell what you think I sell…”
- >She slips her hands out of the cuffs and gets a picture out of her hair.
- >“Here is a free sample.”
- >A picture of the principal in her undies? Kinky.
- “Interesting… I’m sorry to have bothered you. I thought you… Nevermind.”
- >She dusts herself off and gives you the cuffs back.
- >“No big deal, maybe you would like to see what other item are currently in store? Or maybe you could lend me a help, I know a few customers who like muscular men…”
- “Twice not interested.”
- >“A shame, if you change your mind, don’t hesitate to drop by.”
- >With that, she leaves.
- >Sh*t, waste of time.
- >Something colorful on the ground catches your eye.
- >Another photo.
- >Against your better judgment you pick it up.
- >Who… is that?
- >From the panties, the lack of muscle or hairs it’s a girl.
- >But she’s turning her back to the camera and her face is blurred.
- >She’s so frail, so shy looking…
- >Heart.exe critical failure.
- >Is it… love?
- >You punch the wall in sheer confusion.
- Later, at home.
- >Your dad is bandaging your hand;
- >“Stand still.”
- “It stings you know?”
- >“Mind telling me how it happened? Too much, private time, boy?”
- “I wish it was that…”
- >“Hahaha, glad you didn’t lose your sense of humor. There, all patched up. Now don’t do anything with it for a time, else I’ll let your mother tend to that scratch.”
- “I’ll behave, promise…”
- >F*ck… All this for a stupid rumor!
- >Well, not everything was sh*tty today…
- >You might have to talk to Pink tomorrow…
- >You need more pics of that girl…
- Be Pinkie Pie. At the same time, Sugarcube Corner.
- “More to the left.”
- >“L-like this?”
- “Arms higher.”
- >“B-but they’ll see my… chest…”
- “That’s the point!”
- >“R-remind me why I have to do that?”
- “Simple, Axel’s getting a bit too nosey and I haven’t found out yet who ratted us out, so we have to lay low and better yet, instead of taking pictures of un-wanting stars, we aim for volunteers! And all my volunteers are chickening on me right now!”
- >“This doesn’t explain why I have to crossdress…”
- “Featherweight… You’ll be surprised of your popularity… Or rather Featherine’s popularity… Now, smile for Mr Snappy… Or rather, look embarrassed… There! Perfect! Can you feel… Ze Magicks?! Or maybe you only feel that little draft… Alright, could you put these on? It’s satin… You’ll drive them all crazy!”
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