Indigo Zap rolled her eyes at the other girls huddled in the corner of the court.
Effortlessly and expertly she dribbled the basketball around her stationary, spread legged stance, casually overhearing their less than quiet conversation about a certain subject she would rather not be a part of.
Breathing steadily, she grasped the ball tightly between two hands and suddenly bent her knees, readying her posture to shoot from the halfway line.
She had successfully achieved this feat many times over before, even with a full court of other players attempting to steal the ball from her.
After all, it was a walk in the park for Crystal Prep Academy’s sporting ace.
Or it ought to have been.
“HEY! ZAPPY!”
The sudden yell startled her, causing her to lose her focus and her aim entirely. The ball careened into the air with far too much force, flew over the fence to her left and disappeared into the treeline.
“Damn it, Lemon Zest!” Zap snapped towards the group and more specifically the green haired rocker monster, who hid behind Sunny Flare almost immediately.
“Hey, don’t look angry at me! We were just wondering what your take on the hottest boy in school was, that’s all! You were so lost in your dribbling mojo I had to yell! Jeez!” Lemon Zest peeked from around Sunny Flare’s shoulder, grinning sheepishly. “I’ve seen less scary looks in the pits…”
“I am of the opinion that Flash Sentry guy from Canterlot High School is probably the best looking one I’ve seen around here, or at least a close second to Shining Armor… though he’s pretty hung up on the Dean.” Sunny Flare kept her arms crossed, though took a smooth step to the side to reveal the hiding Lemon Zest, who meeped at the angrily advancing Zap. “Any thoughts?”
“I don’t really do the whole guy-swooning thing,” Zap replied with a growing frown as her footsteps stopped before the group of friends, “I have more important things to do than think about getting into a boy’s pants, so leave me out of this one, okay?”
“Oh yes of course, Zap, because beating down CHS’s pathetic excuse for a basketball team is something that is very important to think about,” remarked Sour Sweet with a roll of her eyes, “it’s not like our team is going to break a sweat over it… provided those Wondercolts don’t use their creepy magic again and transform into some kind of, dimension breaking, demon thing.”
“Well… considering how the Friendship Games went…” Lemon Zest began, though immediately quieted at Zap’s clear irritation at the mere mention of it.
Indigo Zap never lost.
It was a bitter pill to swallow and she certainly would not keep her mouth shut on the subject.
“We would had won if it wasn’t for Twilight’s stupid magic thingie backfiring—”
“I hate to say it, but I don’t think they would willingly cheat, then, or now.” Sunny Flare unfurled her arms to place her hands upon her hips. “The only way we can lose to them is if we under perform and; speaking for the rest of us here, being a part of Crystal Prep’s elite in various subjects of the curriculum and all, we have no excuse but to produce the results that are in our favor, magic, or no magic.”
“Easier said than done, Sunny,” Sour Sweet snorted, “ but with Twilight transferred to CHS, we’ve somewhat lost our brains of the group...” She beamed towards the other girls. “No offense, of course!”
Lemon Zest who had been preoccupied flicking through her iPhone, looked up at this point, rolling her eyes. “Well, there is Sugar Coat. She and Twilight were pretty big rivals in the brains department. They had scarily close test scores on a lot of subjects, didn’t they?”
“Unfortunately for Sugar Coat, Twilight was the teacher’s little pet… but then again with her gone, Sugar Coat is now academically the top student in all of Crystal Prep… technically speaking of course.” Sour Sweet’s face flatlined at that revelation. “Joy. The blunt, pigtailed, four-eyed loner is now recognized as the best this school has to offer. What does that say about the rest of us?”
“Where is she, anyway?” Zap remarked, somewhat losing interest in her basketball retrieval and the subject at hand. “No, wait, let me guess... the library. Urgh, does she ever stop studying? She needs to loosen up or she'll be shunned just like Twilight was.”
“Listening to her classical music while more than likely studying.” Lemon Zest made a nauseated expression. “Yuck. How can you listen to that stuff, man?”
“She’s such a studious little thing, isn’t she?” Sour Sweet mused. “A shame she’s got the social cabability of a rock.”
“At least she’s honest.” Lemon Zest noted with a nod.
“Too honest,” Indigo Zap sighed, “but in a way I suppose that is why I like her. There is no sugar coating her words.”
The other girls stared at Zap.
“What?” She blushed. “I thought it was a pretty good joke.”
“Yeeaaaaaaah, anyway…” Sour Sweet rolled her eyes. “I’m like going to go to the cafeteria and get something to eat before I catch stupid. You coming, Sunny?”
“No thanks, I’ve got cheerleading practice.”
“Too late.” Zap muttered as she wandered away from the group in regards to Sour’s comment, ignoring Sour Sweet’s retort as she hopped over the fence, tossing a wave towards the girls, grinning mischievously.
“See you girls laters! I’ve got a ball to find.”
And find it she did.
It took more than twenty minutes mind you and that was only because she was looking in all of the wrong places.
Eventually she looked up and that was where she found her prize.
You have got to be kidding me...
With her hands on her head, Zap lamented as she noted the basketball wedged between two branches pretty high up in a tree that looked somewhat a little unsafe to climb.
Son of a… okay. No problem. I’ve climbed bigger… Wait, what’s that smell?
Her nose wiggled at it tickled hersenses.
Odd. It smelt like a fire.
She looked about, though discovered no familiar glow of embers or the telltale signs of smoke rising above the treetops.
Perhaps the wind was sweeping in the stench from off of the street? It smelt toxic enough to be car fumes or burning rubber.
Eh, whatever.
Ignoring it for the time being, Zap jumped abd caught ahold of a thick low lying branch and effortlessly hoisted herself up to seat herself upon it. Resting a hand against the trunk, she tilted her head back to lock onto her target, which was probably only three meters away from her at this point, if not two.
I am going to kill Lemon Zest if I fall out of this tree… if I survive that is.
Her nose wrinkled again, her frown deepening.
That smell… it’s stronger now… just what the hell is it?
Indigo Zap carefully stood upon the branch, balancing herself by shifting her footing to more appropriate position while she reached out onto the nearest thickest branch close by, repeating the same movement as before to climb this one; fearlessly keeping her attention on the task at hand.
Climbing the tree was little to no effort for the athletic girl and quickly she soon found herself crouched upon a branch just wide enough to hold her weight, while an arm length away from un-wedging the elusive basketball from the tree’s gnarled grasp.
With her fingertips just touching the leathery surface, Zap’s body froze as she heard an… uncommon sound.
It was no bird song nor was it the sound of a cricket chirping, to which one would expect.
Instead, it was a gasp.
With eyes wide, Zap quickly wrapped her arms around the tree trunk as she felt her balance offset, taken utterly by surprise.
It wasn’t the type gasp you would normally in hear public.
Indigo Zap knew exactly what kind of noise it was, for she herself made a similar noise when she… indulged herself in the shower.
I must be hearing things.
Her treetop vantage point gave her a relatively unobstructed view through the leaves at a girl seated up against the trunk of a nearby tree. Given how her head of long white and grey hair was inclined towards the floor, the girl had yet to notice the tree-bound intruder above her.
Oh, crap...
Zap was so focused on retrieving the ball she had not noticed the other pressence.
“Mnnnn…”
Sat unashamedly upon the soil with her skirt peeled back from her pale thighs. The girl’s legs were bent fully at the knee and spread wide, allowing Zap the perfect birds eye view of the girl’s delicate fingers slipping under her white and pink polka dotted panties, massaging frantically.
Wh-what do I do?
I… I can’t move! If I make a noise she’ll notice me and then…
Wait. That uniform… she’s… she’s from our school! But… but who…?
Who could it—
Zap’s mouth fell agape as the girl’s wildly frizzled hair fell back from her face as she looked towards the sky. Her face glistened with sweat and the pure, unrestrained expression of bliss that held a lit cigarette captured between slightly parted lips.
Indigo immediately recognized the spectacled girl, whose eyes were clenched tightly shut, as if she were in pain.
Sugar… Coat?
W-what… w-what is…
Unable to breathe for fear of being discovered and sucking in more of that vile stench snaking from the cigarette, Zap gripped at the trunk with one hand while the other clamped shut over her nose and her gaping mouth, praying that Sugar Coat would not open her eyes.
Sugar Coat smokes?
Nevermind that! What the hell is she doing way out here and… and…
Zap’s mind reeled. She was either having one hell of a day dream or maybe, just maybe, she had already fallen out of the tree and banged her head.
Maybe this the fever dream of a coma she unwittingly placed herself in?
All such notions were of course ignored. She knew she was awake.
This was reality.
Her classmate was masturbating in front of her, smoking a cigarette and enjoying it.
A model student Zap never in a million years would ever assume to have a bad girl streak.
When I said she needed to loosen up I didn’t mean like this!
Sugar Coat lifted delicate fingers, plucking the cigarette from her mouth, exhaling a plume of haze above her as her eyes finally slid open, her moan long and throaty.
Zap’s breath caught her in throat at the glistening, blissful nature to which that gaze stared up at her. It captivated her own eyes, completely ignoring the fact that the rising blush on Sugar Coat was not simply because she was masturbating, but in fact, it was because the girl had finally noticed the intruder staring back down at her.
She had been discovered, but made little effort to compose herself.
Sugar Coat’s fingers ceased their massage underneath her panties, lifting glistening fingers up towards her lips once they had slipped from under the garment.
Wh-what is she...
A stringy, clear fluid webbed between the digits. A fluid that was licked clean with a small, cute tongue.
Oh… my… god…
Zap couldn’t take her eyes away, even after Sugar Coat spoke after self indulgent consumption of her own bodily juices that lathered her fingertips.
“You’re staring, fuck face.” She bluntly commented in her usual bleak tone, her words laced with the warm afterglow of her fading bliss just enough for her to almost purr the words.
“H-huh?” Zap blinked, her hand dropping from her mouth. “I… what?”
“Does watching others masturbate turn you on or are you just some kind of novice peeping tom, you pervert?”
She’s right. Just what the hell was she doing?
She had been watching her.
And why was Sugar Coat talking so…
Vulgar?
Sure, she was straight-talking all of the time but never to the extent she actually swore like a sailor.
“I… that is to say…”
Sugar Coat whispered something as she stubbed the cigarette out onto the ground, but, given how high up she was, Zap couldn’t quite hear what was said.
Nor did Zap hear the branch underneath snap, finally giving way before it was too late.
With a pathetic yelp, Zap fell straight into a thicket bush that thankfully broke the fall.
Unfortunately for her they were riddled with thorns.
Author's Note
Like, comment, hate flame, it's all good!
I have a thing for quiet girls who are secretly ranging, sexual, potty-mouthed maniacs...
Ahem. I apologize profusely.
