Well, I’m defiantly not staying at Fluttershy’s place. Her brother, Zephyr Breeze, is one of the creepiest, rapey, perverted, cunts I’ve had the unfortunate pleasure to meet. He wouldn’t stop hitting on me the entire time I was there! He didn’t understand the concept of personal space! He would continuously try to touch me, and to make everything worse? He had the audacity to touch my butt! In front of everyone! Without shame!

I whipped my body around so fast; he never saw the roundhouse kick to his face coming. Several years of Taekwondo and Karate finally got put to use today. I only wish it wasn’t to send Breeze to the hospital with a shattered jaw. That embracement to the name Zephyr didn’t deserve the honor of being touched by a woman, let alone me!

Aside from how uncomfortable the entire barbeque event was, Fluttershy and her parents were quite wonderful to spend time with. Fluttershy filled me in on her time at Canterlot high, all the friends she made, and, of course, about being bullied by Sunset Shimmer. Her parents tried their best to cheer her up, but they didn’t have enough backbone to make a difference. They were simply too meek to act as an emotional rock for Fluttershy. I understood now why Fluttershy depended on Rainbow so much when they were little. Rainbow Dash was her hero; her strong older sister that protected her from danger while also giving her a warm shoulder to cry on. I’ll make sure to live up to her expectations.

From what Fluttershy explained, Sunset Shimmer wasn't as bad of a human being as I thought she was going to be. The most horrible thing Sunset has ever done, was post on MyPlace, (this world’s version of Facebook), that one of the students at Canterlot High was pregnant in order to get her expelled. Other than that, all she does is push people around, threaten, and verbally abuse people. It’s nothing major like sending kids to the hospital or a trip to the police station.

She only does enough damage to make people fear her while also preventing the local authorities from arresting her due to lack of evidence. After all, being called names and reposting things on the internet that’s already there isn’t a crime. The kids of Canterlot High don’t have thick skin at all. They won’t be able to survive in the real world once high school is over. They will be chewed up, pooped out, and used as fertilizer for the people who are able to adapt and thrive in the warzone that is adulthood. I would have felt sorry for them if I didn’t have to suffer dealing with my fellow generation of Millennials growing up. History will know us as the whiniest, pathetic, childish, ignorant, flat-earth-believing generation in existence.

Everyone knows Earth is in the shape of an adorable loli! I will fight anyone who declares otherwise! Earth-chan isn't flat! She's round! She's very self-conscious about her image ever since global warming started screwing over the ecosystem. It's bad enough that Mars is grieving over the loss of her best friend, Opportunity. Yet people keep declaring space isn't real, that we all live in a dome, that the planets are fake, and that Pluto is no longer a planet! Leave Earth-chan's family alone! Stop hurting her feelings!

Silly thoughts aside, I left Fluttershy's house feeling a little disappointed. Sure I could visit or take her out shopping, but I will not live with her. Well, not until she gets her own place or when Zephyr Breeze moves to another country. Seriously, Breeze is a total creep! He steals Fluttershy's panties to sniff them later! Like who does that?! Thank God her parents were so understanding of his need to visit the hospital. They even appeared quite happy about it as well. I would be to if I was his...ew, no. No, no, no, no, just...no. Not in a million years will I ever finish that sentence! 'Think pleasant thoughts. Think wonderful, cute, pleasant thoughts.'

So, I left her house much to the sadness of Fluttershy and her family. I couldn't live in the same house with someone as rapey as Zephyr Breeze. I even offered Fluttershy a room to live with me once I get a place of my own. It shouldn't be too hard. I've already sent a text message to this one place on the nicer side of town. The person also goes to Canterlot High and looking for a roommate to help with rent. I'm just waiting on the reply. In the meantime, I decided to go job shopping, which I got somewhat lucky. There's an opening for a young, beautiful waitress at a five-star restaurant called: Noblesse Oblige. And all it took for me to get an interview the same day I applied was to send my transcripts, a bank statement, cover letter, resume, and a picture of myself.

The transcripts, cover letter, and resume is standard procedure for any employer. After years of making them, sending them out, and updating them made quite the impact for employers. A professionally formatted resume, eloquently written cover letter, and proof of your grades with a signed signature of and referral number to Canterlot's District of Education Superintendent; shows how much I value my academics, and employers love acquiring people who are connected to important individuals as well.

As for the bank statement? My employer obviously wants to know if I'm financially stable enough to work at a five-star restaurant. Or maybe to see how well off my family is while planning to use me to get closer to their bank accounts? A sexy girl that's barely an adult with a few million in her bank account from "daddy" would make easy prey for a money-grubbing businessman. Unfortunately, I'm not that gullible nor willing to become some rich dudes trophy wife. And if he plans to blackmail me with shadily acquired pornographic photos of me? I'm more than willing to post them online myself, then sue him into oblivion.

'Hehehe.'

Driving through town in a big-ass truck that towered over the average SUV was a euphoric experience. All the little cars being forced to move out of my way or be crushed. All the inferior trucks could only stare with envy of my ultra-high clearance cab! Men and Women alike knew just how big my metaphorical dick is by looking at the vehicle I drove, (which was non-existent since the larger the vehicle, the smaller you are). The feeling is wonderful.

Though, as much as I wanted to show how superior I am to the tiny car peasants, I had to park the truck for my job interview. I pulled over in front of one of the largest skyscrapers in Canterlot City. Frankly, it looked fairly average; square, covered in black glass, and the roof had a sign naming the name of the building. Tower De Fleur was its name, and according to the information saved on my phone. The restaurant was on the roof. Neat.

Stepping out of the truck caused the reaction I was expecting since I've left the hospital. Everyone—literally everyone—looked my way. Not feeling disturbed by the sudden attention from the local populous, I made my way into the building, and to my surprise. There was someone waiting for me.

Standing near the receptionist desk, wearing a fancy black suit with a white dress shirt, red tie, and polished shoes; stood a tall man with stylish short blue hair, monocle, and a gentleman's mustache. Another person wearing your typical chef attire stood next to him was the legendary griffin-turned-human Gustave le Grand, and another girl standing next to him.

My eyes went wide in shock at the sight of the girl standing next to head chef of my employer. She stood at an impressive five-foot-ten, had a slightly muscular build, (if I'm judging her very toned stomach correctly), short, emo-style snow-white hair that ended with violet tips, long legs with thickly-toned thighs, narrow waist, child-bearing hips, tight ass, and D-cup tits. Her face had that sensually sexy "Bad Girl" look with fierce amber eyes surrounded by lovely winged violet eye-shadow. She wore tight skinny jeans held up by a dark-brown belt, a tight belly-showing v-neck t-shirt, and she wore a light-brown aviator leather jacket.

She saw me. Her eyes went wide with a jaw slowly making its way to the floor.

I looked at her. My mind went blank at the person I was seeing. I knew who she was automatically from what I remembered of Rainbow's past. There isn't another person who rocked an awesome combination of white, violet, and amber. She's my number four of my top five girls I would love to marry. She is a rough, tough, and very aggressive, but underneath her "Bad Girl" persona? She's a massive softy that loves sweet things.

I quickly stood in front of her, much to the surprise of the two males clearly in mesmerized by my looks, and greeted one of the few people who didn't ditch Rainbow because of my mental episode.

Clearing my throat, I introduced myself with a smile, "Hey, Gilda! Remember me?"

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"Umm, Gilda?" I waved my hand in the face of the mentally broken woman. I didn't think I would get this kind of reaction from her, to be honest. When I did my research on Rainbow's friends in this world, I never would have thought that the skater-gangster chick named Gilda; who would constantly pester Rainbow for being short; become silent as a mouse when gazing upon the new me. She's also the only friend who stayed with Rainbow that physically tried to break into the hospital to bail me out. She's a true friend. I'll try my best to do right by her. I just wish she would stop...acutally, I don't mind her staring. It's weird. Usually, I'd feel very uncomfortable when being looked at by others. This technicolor female body confounds me sometimes.

Moving on, I flicked her forehead to try to free her from her stooper, "Hello~ooo! Earth to Gabriel Gilgamesh Stormfeather! Anyone home?" Still no response. I turned to the more composed individuals also staring at me with shocked eyes. "Welp, she's broken. Can I get a refund?"

The chef-hat dude shook his head free from my totally unintentional spell, "Ahem! Excuse me miss, but, how do you know my niece?" He ignored my question with one of his own. Rude.

Welp, knowing Gilda won't be able to function properly in front of me for a while. I gave Mr. Grand my full attention. Thus, I replied with a polite bow, "My name is Rainbow Scarlet Dash, Mr. Grand. I'm, um, Gilda's friend?"

'I still can't get over that "Scarlet," of all things, is Rainbow's real middle name. No wonder she wanted to change it to Danger. It's so girly.'

"R-Rainbow Dash?" he stuttered out. "As in, that cute, short, tomboy who always play at the skatepark and sports with my little Griffin? That Rainbow Dash?"

"Yes, is that a problem?" I replied, tilting my head to the side cutely while unsure of the reason he's acting all weird. I looked over to Gilda to see if she could explain, but she's still in dreamland. The other guy, however, remained quiet. It's as if he's enjoying a plotline of a comedy skit. He's going to be disappointed in the long-run. There is no punchline.

His eye twitched, followed by them rolling back into his skull. He made a strange choking sound before falling flat on his face, foaming at the mouth. I don't think he took my new appearance all that well. I poked his head with my foot to see if he was still alive.

"Blerg..."

He is.

"Soooo...." I glanced over the only person left awake. "...Do you know where I can find Fleur De Lis? She's expecting me for a job interview."

The guy gave me a cheeky smirk, "Well, my dear. I'm sure my wife will find your company quite the joy to experience. If you're lucky, she may give you a bonus right on day one. That is if you aren't afraid of a bit of sweat, struggle, and a little pain."

Did he just imply that his wife sleeps with younger girls behind his back and that he was okay with it? Not only that, but she's into bondage, and that I could get a raise on my first day by putting on a gag and lifting my ass up for a spanking? Do I really need the raise for being a waitress at a fancy restaurant? Should I drop my dignity and give up my bondage virginity to a milf? Would Rainbow like it? Would I like it?

I'm thinking too deeply about it. There's no way my boss would risk her career sleeping with a barely legal high school student. Let alone against her own husband. Right?

Later.

Oh. My. God. I'm so sorry Rainbow Dash, but the rewards were just too good. I hope you'll understand.

Fleur De Lis...She tasted like strawberry marshmallows dipped in whipped cream. I don't think I can sit down properly for a couple of days, however. It was totally worth it.

Twenty dollars per hour, with tips, for two hours tied up for a sexy supermodel to play with; plus an extra five-hundred dollars per future private session.

Worth it. Totally worth it.

I feel like I'm forgetting about something, but I can't place a finger on it. Whatever, I'll figure it out later. I have an apartment to visit with, (hopefully), my future roommate waiting for me.

Author's Note

ART - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6DNdop6pD8

This is going to be the only chap without the lewds. All chapters with lewds with have an [18+] in the name. Just thought ya'll should know.