School of Knock Hards

"Oh, Spike, We're here." Luna called out as the bus came to a stop.

"Already?" he asked, getting up from his brief nap. "That was quick." He made his way to get off when she stopped him with a hand on his chest.

"There is the small matter of the fare, though."

"Oh, uh, much is it?" he asked, noticing the hand trailing little circles.

Luna giggled. "Well, there are a couple of payment methods. One in cash, the other..." she eyed him as she began unbuttoning her coat...

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"Spike? Spike, we're here." Luna said, as she nudged the sleeping young man.

"MM..hmm-hm.." he smiled in his sleep. "Luna...you cheeky minx..."

She stopped, a bemused chuckle escaping her lips. "Never been called that before."

"Why, yes, of course your ass looks magnificent in that skirt."

Unable to stop herself, she looked behind at her rear, blushing with a grin as she gave it a wiggle.

"But I'm sure it'll look even better out of it."

"Heh, ok, Romeo, it's time to get up." she said, giving him a firmer nudge.

"Nerkk..nff..huh?" he mumbled, his eyes cracking open as he looked up at her, "Luna..? We already there?"

"Yep, just arrived. The main building's about a twenty minute walk straight out from stepping off the bus"

"Sweet." Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he made his way off the bus and waited for Luna to open the luggage compartment. Once his duffel bag was back on his shoulder and satchel in hand, he looked down the pathway she had pointed out and took a deep breath, "Well, here goes..." he froze when he suddenly felt a pair of smooth and VERY soft lips against his cheek. His left eye slowly looked over in time to see a smirking Luna pulling away. "A-aba-ba-a...wha-wazzat for??"

She simply smiled. "Enjoy your time here!" As she stepped back onto the bus, she leaned back out to wink at him. " Oh, and thanks for thinking I have a magnificent ass! Hehe."

Watching as the bus pulled away, what she said finally sunk in. "Oh." his eyes widened. "Oh...oooohh...I talked in my sleep again didn't I?"

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After a few minutes of recovering from his discovery, (AKA facepalming and praying that his accidental perving on her didn't come back to bite him) he proceeded on his journey to college life.

After a few minutes of walking, Spike began to notice something was...off about his new surroundings; the blue in the sky looked like had gotten a few shades darker than normal, but that might've just been due to all the trees filtering so much light. The trees themselves, on the other hand, seemed to be getting gradually darker in color, slowly going from their normal brown to a charred-looking black. Several of them had strange fruit growing as well: pink, heart shaped ones or clusters of what looked like translucent, juice-filled grapes. Even the air was starting to feel weird. It seemed thicker, like it was heavily saturated, but wasn't humid. There was also a sweetness to it that he picked up with each inhale, like a mix of bubble gum and cotton candy. It wasn't unpleasant, just kinda strong.

Get a grip man! He snapped at himself, his rational side taking control. It's most likely the fruit your smelling, and the trees are probably just different kinds of the same type, like oak and white oak. It's your first day as a college man and your nerves are simply making you imagine things, that's all. Quickly pulling his music player out of the satchel, he started scrolling through his songs Some tunes'll give me something to focus on until I get there. Here we go. He hit the play button and hard rock started echoing around him...

The heavy guitar beat and raspy vocals gradually drowning out his worries, Spike resumed his trek to the main building.

Unfortunately, the song also seemed to get the attention of something else nearby. Because as soon as the guitar solo kicked in, he heard the sounds of a violent rustling coming from somewhere not too far away.

And it was heading right for him.

"Who-who's there!?" he called out. "I warn you, I'm armed!"

Well, technically he didn't even have a pocketknife on him. But, scrolling through to one of his loudest songs and turning the volume up to max was bound to bother whatever was out there enough to make it wanna leave.

As if accepting the challenge, the thing came running out of the foliage; and it was BIG!

"Suck on bass!" he yelled, pointing the player at it and hitting play.

The thing came to a skidding halt when the song started playing, giving him a moment to get a better look at it.

Granted he wasn't skinny by any means; hell, he was a reserve on the track team in high school! But this thing dwarfed him by almost a foot- and-a-half and at least eighty pounds, and judging by what he was able to see; that was most likely muscle!

And it was a horse; a seven-foot-five, white, humanoid horse, with hooves, a cobalt/cyan striped tail and mane, and a somewhat sharp looking foot-long horn sticking out of its forehead. It was dressed in, oddly enough skin-tight shorts, and an equally tight t-shirt that left NO doubt that it was definitely a 'she'.

Then, when the bass finally started in the music, it-or rather, she-spoke: "Yes! I KNEW I heard some kicking tunes coming from around here!" a wide grin on her face as she began to... dance to it. "My jams!"

As he watched the horse-lady-being...pretty much shake her tail to the song, he had but one single thought running through his head:

"Should't I be kinda weirded out instead of turned on?"