It’s hard being a janitor. Clean up the messes left behind by dumb teenage students. You’re surprised by some of the crap they leave behind. And I don’t mean stuff like used condoms or even bags of coke. The six months ago, they actually expected you to clean up a damaged wall that looked like it was blasted in with a fireball. You try to ask how that happened, but no one seems to give an answer.
 
It’s around night time when the incident happened. You always left the bathrooms for last. They’re the most messiest, thus the hardest to do, and you felt like you should warm up before taking on the bigger trash. And it works, you seem to be ready to take on the bathrooms now. You prioritize the girl’s washroom first mainly for their lack of a urinal.
 
As you get into the washroom, cleaning away, you notice one of the stall doors to still be locked. Was someone using it? Fortunately, you knew a trick to unlocking stall doors on the outside. You take out a small magnet attached to a thin rod and push it through an open crack. You jiggle a bit as the magnet catches the lock. You pull and the lock is pulled along with it. The door opens as soon as you pull out your magnet.
 
It was a student at the school. She sat, slumped against the toilet, eyes closed and unresponsive. What looked to be dried saliva was on her lips and skirt. She had pink skin, pink fluffy, cotton-candy like hair, a white shirt, blue blazer, pink skirt, and large blue boots with white laces on them. By her side was a used syringe.
 
“Christ…” You mutter. You knew drug abuse was a thing at the school, even if it’s not as massive as, say, student on student violence or even rock bands. You never thought that anyone would actually die to a drug overdose. You stay there for a few moments and try to assess the situation of what to do.
 
Then you look at the girl’s body. The way her legs were, you could catch a glimpse of her panties. You at least figure to make sure she’s dead and not just drugged. You kick at her legs.
 
“Hey! Wake up!” You tell her. No response. You try harder, this time kicking between the legs. The only movement made was the legs spreading slightly, though enough to see a shade of blue in between her thighs. She nearly tipped over, but you grabbed her and set her back where she was.
 
You gulp and exhale. You know the security guard is more or less apathetic to Canterlot High ever since that whole ‘demon attack’ everyone kept talking about, so there’s a good chance he won’t walk through the halls. Still, this is a rare chance for you… you take it.
 
You figured the first thing to go would be the boots, since they are massive and hard to work around in. You undo the laces and pull down the boots, revealing short pink socks. You’ll deal with that later. You feel that the legs were pretty stuff, as was the rest of her body. Still, you broke through the rigor and grabbed at her panties.
 
Pulling them down, you notice that the panties were stained in a bit of bodily fluid. Too clear to be urine. You drop the panties and look at the pink girl’s vagina. You lie down on your belly and began to lick the vagina… bad idea, since it was pretty salty. You retract your head almost immediately.
 
You lift her body and sit her up on the toilet, legs spread enough so as her pussy be visible. You notice that there is a puff of pubic hair. It was messy, almost like an afro than actual pubic hair. Her right hand, as you see, looked like it was a bit wet, though it seemed more dry now, with some bits of pink pubic hair stuck to it.
 
Well, at least you identified the drug as more of a hormonal drug to get the kids horny. You undid your pants and proceeded to have sex with the girl. You admit, her vagina was kind of stiff upon entry and you wished you had at the very least wet a bit of her just to make it slightly easier. On top of that, you grab some toilet paper, roll it up, and bite into it to muffle your moans, both painful from the stiffness of the rigor mortis and pleasure from screwing her.
 
You begin to feel up her breasts. Small, yet perky. You lift up her shirt and feel up the breasts underneath her tank top. Eventually, the bubble gum scent of her hair was enough to make you cum inside her. As you pull out, globs of semen dropped out of her vagina and into the toilet, which you immediately flush. You wipe up the remainder from her vagina. As you clean up, you think about what you’re going to do with her.
 
You decide to figure that out as you clean up the boy’s washroom.