Author's Note

(AN: and here it is, a special chapter written by Nico-Stone Rupan)

September

September - Sternenlicht und Aryanne

By: Nico-Stone Rupan

Starlight Glimmer nodded approvingly in the mirror. The bikini top and bottom were a dull gray, nothing flashy or unique. The black boots were practical, yet intimidating. Her only gripe was that Iconic Lens wouldn't allow her to sport the exact type of hat she wished. The one she had settled with was plain and vague enough for her taste, but she much rather have been wearing a Soviet or North Korean styled one. It would have to do, though.

The ensemble expressed her personality perfectly enough.

Conformed, empowered, and in control.

Starlight was proud of her sexuality. She loved the very concept of sexuality. It was a unifier. All were a product of it. All healthy individuals were obssessed with it. It was among the natural things which made the human race equal. As a plus, sexuality was definitely needed for the proletariat to outnumber the bourgeoisie. It was Starlight's duty, neigh HONOR, to provide as much inspiration as possible!

"Nothing to lose but your cherries," Starlight whispered wickedly to herself.

"Ready, Starlight?"

Starlight chuckled confidently and proceeded to heed Iconic's call. Striding onto set, she abruptedly halted as she found herself facing another model. Her expression went from utter smugness to utter rage in a heart beat. Not that her colleague with the black, white, and red-striped bikini was thrilled to see her either.

"What ze hell iz that collectivist doing on MEIN shoot?!" Aryanne Hoofler demanded to know.

"Your shoot?" Starlight scoffed. "September is MY month, fascist!"

Aryanne put her hands on her hips. "I was supposed to be August, but Iconic said that he had no choice but to bump me."

Starlight glared at their photographer.

Iconic shrugged. "So sorry for the scheduling conflict, ladies."

He could muster a stone face, but behind him Indigo Zapp was clearly having a difficult time suppressing her snickers. Starlight and Aryanne both huffed in annoyance. Iconic was as professional as it came, however it seemed even he wasn't above trolling his more... difficult models. Then again, it could all have been his fiancee's idea.

As if a flip suddenly switched, Starlight and Aryanne began posing for the camera together. Not a trace of hostility was to be found either between them or towards their straight-faced shutterbug. It was as if an unspoken agreement formed between the two radicals. If Iconic wasn't going to be professional, then they sure would, dammit.

Soon the tops came off. Starlight and Aryanne instinctively embraced each other. With their nipple tips gingerly touching, one of them coudn't help but to wonder about something. Starlight didn't quite know why Aryanne had gone into modeling. Sure the German had blonde hair, blue-eyes, and skin so procelain to make a toilet jealous, however Starlight couldn't help but suspect some ulterior motive. There always was with her kind.

"So, Aryanne," Starlight began inbetween camera clicks. "What exactly made the likes of you want to model?"

Aryanne allowed another click to pass before answering with a smirk, "To inspire ze growth of ze master race by supplying a perfect specimen zuch as myself onto film."

"I KNEW IT!!!" Starlight cried out. "You're stealing my propaganda tactics, you white devil!"

"SICH VERPISSEN, DIE SAU!!!" Aryanne spat back.

"Hey girls, here's a new prop!" Indigo suddenly sing-songed. "Catch!"

Starlight caught the object thrown. Her and Aryanne examined the "prop", making it out to be a horseshoe. It was purple and fashioned into the shape of a heart instead of a U.

"What iz with ze horseshoe?" Aryanne asked, confused.

"Just a theory," Iconic answered simply with Indigo once again struggling, and ultimately failing, to suppress her fit of laughter.

The communist and the nazi stared at them, then at each other. They shook their heads.

"Stupid centrists," they sighed in unison.