Rainbow Dash rapidly walked on the well-kept lawn of Principal's Cinch suburban home. She was dressed in pseudo-camo gear from head to toe, with black streaks of soot painted just underneath her eyes, and her hands covered in black gloves. A video camera was strapped onto one of her her thighs, with block notes and a pencil strapped to her other leg while a pair of binoculars swung around her neck and her smartphone was securely inserted inside an internal pocket of her trousers.
"The only thing missing is a sidearm," Rainbow Dash said to herself with a chuckle, as she quickly looked around her in the backyard. "And then I would be a perfect warzone journalist!"
After a few seconds, Rainbow Dash noticed a rather large door-window and, not too far away, a half-withered laurel bush sitting right in front of the aforementioned, almost as if it was put there to help any would-be peekers to have an hiding spot next to a major aperture into the house. She rapidly walked there and, noticing the lack of thorns or sharp branches, she dove in the bush, rustling several leaves in the process and snapping away some dry branches whose shrapnel luckily did not hit Dash.
Rainbow Dash grabbed her binoculars, made herself more room in the bush and thusly allowing her to sit down, before she put them on a horizontal position onto her nose, staring through them, seeing Principal Cinch's yellow sofa covered with a plastic sheet. On a coffee table in front of said sofa, much to Dash's confusion, there was a stuffed lamb- one that clearly had seen many years go by- a half-empty baby bottle of milk and a remote.
"A baby bottle and a stuffed animal? Does Cinch has young sons or nephews?" She asked to herself grimacing. "Or maybe she's got grandsons already!"
Dash sneered at her own joke before going back to her observation, noticing that also the wheat yellow and emerald-colored couches and the chairs were covered in plastic sheets and that there was a small wastebin in a far corner of the room.
"Anyways, whoever they are, those babies must be kind of messy. I mean, when my little cousins come over, we don't usually put plastic sheets over everything!" She said to herself. "This is gonna be good."
And with that, Rainbow Dash wiggled her hand down to her left thigh, grabbing her video camera and setting it on a couple of branches, then taking up her pencil and her notebook and putting them on her knees. She set the pencil in her right hand over the notebook and her binoculars back on her eyes, slowly moving her head left and right, scanning for activity in the room.
Minutes passed, nothing but the birds and the wind blowing as sounds to keep company to Rainbow Dash's steady breathing and occasional leave rustling in the attempt to get a little more comfortable inside the bush.
"Oh, c'mon!" Rainbow Dash whispered to herself, reclining her head onto her right hand and frowning, slowing down her scanning. "Why does she have to be out just when I needed to spy on her?"
Just as she muttered that and slowly moved her head and the binoculars to her left, she heard a sound- one similar to a door being slammed- coming from inside the house. Her interest peaking again, Rainbow Dash quickly looked around, checking for any incoming visitors, as the slam faded away in a echo and was replaced by a slight ticking sound.
"Oh, she's coming!" She said to herself excitedly, while still looking for the sound's source.
Soon afterwards, Rainbow Dash saw a turquoise feet peeking into her view from behind a wall obstructing Dash's view. She fixed her gaze onto it.
"She seems to like to go barefo-" She muttered, just before interrupting herself as soons as the rest of Abacus Cinch appeared onto her.
She could not help but stare, as Cinch walked through the room, wearing very little- aside from a red lacy bra that held up Cinch's not compact and not big mammaries, her waist covered by a diaper that was not thin, and her usual necklace replaced by a rainbow-colored plastic neckchain with a white dummy dangling from it- thus revealing her not smooth skin. She walked- her legs not completely straight due to her not normal undergarment- towards the couch, where she slowly lay onto, grabbing the stuffed sheep with one hand and the remote with the other.
Rainbow Dash stared, mouth agape and eyes wide, at the scene unfolding right in front of her. And, as soon as the brunt of the surprise was over, Rainbow Dash gagged and covered her mouth with her left hand, while she scribbled away on the notepad what she was witnessing.
"What is this? What is going on? What am I looking at at? Oh God, she looks like a dried plum that been infected with an alien virus!" she asked to herself, but also subconsciously writing it on the notepad. "And what's that? What is she doing? What? Why?"
Principal Cinch held the remote up and, after some zapping, she settled on a TV channel airing a rather colorful cartoon whose details escaped to Dash due to the distance- not to mention her disgust. Cinch then slowly put down the remote to grab the stuffed lamb and brought it close to her chest with one hand, popping her pacifier in with the other, just before tightly clinging on the plush lamb.
At this point Rainbow Dash was starting to regret of ever coming there to snoop on Abacus Cinch. She lifted her right knee, only to stop mid-way.
"N-no... I can't do that, the girls trust me to come back with juicy info ‘bout Abacus," She muttered to herself, slowly going back to sit onto the ground. "I must record this... then I will look for some nice eye bleach."
And, with that said, she slowly and shakily moved her right hand towards the camera, biting her lip and cringing for each millimeter done by her hand. She slowly took the video camera and, with a great effort of will, she pressed the power button and flipped it open, before setting it in the bush's hole from where she had been spying the whole time.
Rainbow Dash reluctantly set her eye in the video camera's scope, so to check if she was getting a good video footage of the odd situation going on in front of her eyes. Noticing that the camera was pointing at the couch and at Cinch sprawled on it, Rainbow Dash moved her eyes away from the scope, before closing her eyes and mumbling a song to herself to pass time. Meanwhile, she tried to write down on the notepad whatever information she thought it was going to be juicy.
When Rainbow Dash opened her eyes again, she was greeted by the sight of Cinch laying on her back onto the floor, a can and a box of what looked like wet wipes nearby, as she slowly taped away her diaper, revealing the overly-yellowed padding and part of Cinch's not very young lady bits. Looking a little better, Rainbow Dash could notice the presence of suspicious yellow drops onto the plastic sheet that covered the couch, implying something rather nasty...
"T-that's enough!" Rainbow Dash said, grabbing the camera and strongly shoving it inside her left boot- with everything else sticked into her other boot- just before rushing out of the bush with both hands over her mouth, her stomach feeling seconds away from itself to empty itself upwards now.
"I could really use that mind bleach right now!” Rainbow Dash cried out in anguish, as she ran out towards the street from whence she came from, her stomach feeling better just enough to not make her really puke, but only bring in acidity onto her tongue.
“That's incredibly, utterly, mind-boggling awful!" Rainbow Dash said, as she rushed towards her moped scooter she had parked next to a streetlamp, grabbing the keys she had left in her trousers and frantically and violently pushing them through the keyhole, before hopping up and speeding off. “It’s… it’s beyond me! That’s utterly really disgusting! If that’s supposed to be cute, it’s complete opposite of it! I’d rather have somebody pour sugar in my scooter’s tank! I’d rather be run over twice by a truck! I’d rather eat a roadkill skunk and drown it with warm beer!”
And so she sped off towards her house, never looking back, her mind still flashing with the images seen mere minutes ago.
When Rainbow Dash was back home, as soon as she got in her room, she untied her boots and pulled out everything she had shoved inside them by shaking them over her bed. As soon as the video camera and the pencil were out, Rainbow Dash grabbed them both, slamming them on her desk.
“I must put a warning!” She said to herself, cringing as she took the closest piece of paper she could get her hands on, and started to write her forewarning.
“The video is awful and disgusting. Like, really disgusting. Imagine Rotten.com’s main page on a bad day, with less blood and more piss, something so bad you cannot wrap your head around it due to its ugliness. I’ve warned you. Look at the video at risk of your sanity and eyes.”
