[A conversation in the dead of the night between three figures in concealing clothing ensues…]

“What did you think?”, one figure asked, leaning back, as an ember glowed in the night. Shortly after, the ember died down, as a thick cloud of smoke flowed through the wind. The figure passed the blunt to the one the question was directed to.

“Of her? Fuck if I know, dude. You sure this is worth it bruh?”, the figure answered back, taking a long draw from the blunt.

“I guess we find out…”, the main figure replied, the words drawing off. The figure’s head rose towards the moon, watching the night sky.

“Fuck you mean ‘I guess we find out’? Hell naw, a bitch like you don’t make gambles. I know that much.”, the silent-until-now figure spoke, as she reached over for the blunt, the other figure now being done with it. She pulled from it, as the ember glowed once more.

“We both do. But we wish you would trust us a lil more. It’s hard, kinda scary sacrificing ourselves like this without even knowing where the end goal really is. You know these niggas make you disappear, right?”, the second figure said, more than a hint of concern and worry on their voice.

The main figure was silent, for a while. Pondering, as smoke flowed between the three of them. Finally, she looked up at the two.

“Alright, look -- I’ll let y’all in a lil more once you get the numbers, sound good? But right now, y’all gotta trust me. I’m watching out for y’all. I promise.” The main figure stated. The other two figures’ body languages more than communicated their discomfort and displeasure with that response.

The main figure heaved a heavy sigh.

“Y’all are my sisters, truly. But if you gotta keep things from your enemies, you keep ‘em from your friends, first… Now, let’s split ‘fore shit get weird. I shouldn’t be seen with no small dogs like y’all.”, the main figure stated, as the blunt was passed back to her. All three stood, and two went in one direction, while the main figure stood at the table, simply continuing to smoke.

“Oh, and one more thing!” The main figure called out, before the two got far. Both stopped, and looked back at her.

“You--", the main figure began, pointing at one of the two figures across from her.

"There’s gonna be a lot of work -- for all five of us in the coming weeks. This’ll be over in a month, tops. So make sure it’s something they both can recover from in a timely fashion, huh? You know how that nigga get, and if she’s alone, she ain’t gon’ be no better.” The main figure instructed.

“Wait, five? Damn, so I guess we really are finna use that moon pawn, huh?” The figure who was being referred to spoke up. The other aggravatedly pushed her shoulder.

“She’s not a fucking pawn, she’s my sister. Watch your mouth.” The figure hissed towards her counterpart, getting up into her face. Their hoodies nearly seemed to engulf one another due to how close they now stood.

“Yeah yeah, whatever nigga. We’re all pawns. That’s why I put my neck out first -- so I’m already doing my part.” The other figure replied. She then looked her counterpart up and down with an air of aggressiveness. She pushed her in the shoulder with one arm, just enough to make her step back a couple of feet. Through the darkness of the hoodie, all that could now be seen were gritted, frowning teeth covered with a shining, sunset gold -- grills. She was clearly angry -- pissed off, would be more accurate.

“You pussies better make sure you do yours, too.” The same figure spoke back with venom, not only to the figure beside her, but the main one as well. The figure beside her grunted, walking off ahead of her in distaste, shoving past her counterpart.

“Don’t trip, girl. I put you out first, because you my most valuable piece. Nobody but you could kick this off. We gotta make sure her potential ain’t wasted like them other two. I can do it right this time, with yo’ help. Don’t stress. You’re all my girls, and nobody is a pawn. We ain’t like them.” The main figure spoke reassuringly, as she ashed her blunt, pulling it back to her lips once more.

“Now get goin’, that nigga might call you soon.” The main figure instructed, making a shooing motion with her hands.

“We be in touch…”, the figure called out, as they caught up with the other. Both disappeared into the night.

“Yeah… you will.” The main figure stated, as she sat once more, one hand gripping her hair underneath her hoodie, as she pulled out a phone, and began dialing some numbers and going through a few apps for the rest of her blunt. She had a lot to put together, and her wits would be tested…

[About half an hour before the first peek of dawn, around 4:20AM…]

Rainbow Dash sat at the desk. A spliff laid in between her lips, filtering smoke about the room. She worked in a comfortable illumination from a desk lamp.

She had, underneath her, the bag of loot. She was currently noting down the prices of each bit of jewelry and accessories, as that was always the first to go. She was also using her duller phone to procure preview pictures of what she would be fencing off this time around.

Finally, she was satisfied with her amount of work, and placed the loot she had priced in a separate bag, as she killed time scrolling through her main phone. She put on a playlist, and played it from a speaker on the desk at relatively low volume.

As she took another pull from the spliff, her eyes peeled back to check that Pinkie Pie was still sleeping comfortably -- Rainbow Dash smiled, as she spun the chair around on its swivel to face Pinkie Pie -- her world.

Rainbow Dash looked at her, sloppily wrapped in the sheets -- her breasts hung out beautifully. She had a small tummy, and cute tiny hands that grabbed at the sheets, presumably where she thought Rainbow Dash would be. Her mouth was slightly agape, and she could see her chest heave slowly, peacefully. Her skin still glowed, despite being in the shadows of the room.

These were one of those moments -- one of those times where Rainbow Dash could reaffirm herself that every last struggle, was worth it. She felt at great peace knowing that anything she’s done, is doing, and will have done, could help this girl sleep so peacefully, so happily.

Rainbow Dash stood, walking over to the bed slowly, as she took a final pull from the spliff. She dropped it in the ashtray, as she stood over Pinkie Pie, smoke calmly filtering out from her nostrils, as she watched over Pinkie Pie. Rainbow Dash couldn’t help but smile -- she was a goddess, she thought.

Rainbow Dash leaned over. “I’m gonna shower, beautiful. Today’s another grind.”, she whispered to the slumbering Pinkie Pie, gently kissing her forehead.

As Rainbow Dash turned, a small moan made her twist her head back. Pinkie Pie’s body came into motion slowly.

“W-without me…?” Pinkie Pie said in a groggy voice, beginning to stretch in bed.

“You can’t just fuck a girl, shower, and leave her, silly.” Pinkie Pie squeezed out with her stretch, as she sat up with a small giggle, seemingly full of energy at an instant.

Rainbow Dash returned it with a small smile. “A girl? No honey, you’re the girl.” Rainbow Dash said, as she walked over to the table, picking up another spliff that she had prerolled for Pinkie Pie.

She flashed it at Pinkie Pie with her brows raised in question. Pinkie Pie shook her head with a soft “Mm-mm”, instead pointing over to a pink, transparent bong beside the table. Rainbow Dash picked it up and handed it to Pinkie Pie.

As Pinkie Pie dug through the bag of marijuana they left beside the bed, Rainbow Dash watched her, having a conversation with herself mentally.

How long had it been since they had gotten to wake and bake together, she thought. Rainbow Dash was glad they got this chance out of the blue -- Rainbow Dash wasn’t the type to do drugs of any sort, not while she was in the middle of business. And even though they got this amazing little place for a discounted price, it was still expensive; which meant that Rainbow Dash was always in business.

Even so, she’d begun letting herself slip more and more -- Pinkie Pie was quite the enthusiast in this field, and Rainbow Dash found it hard to not be attracted to her world. Rainbow Dash would almost never smoke before a morning of the usual business, but…

“This is gon’ be the last time we get to wake and bake together for a hot minute. You cool wit’ that babes?” Rainbow Dash asked, watching Pinkie Pie finger crush the weed into the bowl attached to the stem of the bong’s piece.

“Hmm…” Pinkie Pie trailed, as she motioned for the lighter. Rainbow Dash tossed it.

“Not really… But, I know your heart’s in the right place, so, I can’t complain, right?” Pinkie Pie stated, with a shrug. She lit the bowl on fire, placed her lips inside the mouth-hole, and began to suck strongly, but consistently -- soon, smoke filled the entire bong. She pulled the bowl and stem out, and gave one final, strong pull, as the smoke completely cleared from the bong. The bowl was filled with nothing but white remains.

Pinkie Pie looked at Rainbow Dash with a rather neutral face. She then held out her arms like a baby reaching for its parent.

“Oh god, babe, no, those hits are vicious -- and believe me, I’m already twisted, I had two spliffs before you woke up!” Rainbow Dash whined, knowing exactly what Pinkie Pie was asking for. Pinkie Pie’s arms dropped, only momentarily, her face with an unimpressed look. Then, her brows furrowed, and her lips pouted. She held out her arms once more.

“You… surely are a fucking demon, babe. You’re lucky I love you.” Rainbow Dash said with a defeated smile, as she picked Pinkie Pie up off the bed. Pinkie Pie’s legs wrapped around Rainbow Dash’s waist, with her arms slung over her shoulders.

“You have iron lungs, babe. You held that for a hot ass minute.” Rainbow Dash said, as their lips brushed. Then, they connected -- Rainbow Dash could feel her chest light up immediately, as Pinkie pushed the smoke into her own lungs. But, this time, she endured the burn, and held it -- it was one of the romantic times where Pinkie Pie dragged her into her realm.

The two finally pulled back, smiling, as two pairs of streams of smoke clashed against one another from either’s nostrils.

“You really love doing that, huh?” Rainbow Dash smiled. Pinkie Pie stifled a chuckle, as she let her arms off of Rainbow Dash, slinging back. She hung off of Rainbow Dash horizontally, her legs still wrapped around her waist. Rainbow Dash stumbled forward only slightly, not expecting Pinkie Pie’s sudden shenanigans.

“Almost as much as I love doing this~!” Pinkie Pie giggled, as she flexibly bent her back to grab Rainbow Dash’s heels. She then agilely climbed in between Rainbow Dash’s legs, and onto her back, not touching the floor once. Rainbow Dash couldn’t help but giggle, as she supported Pinkie Pie on her back, feeling her breaths now on her neck.

“What, am I your jungle gym now?” Rainbow Dash asked with a chuckle.

“No, you’re my robot, and I am the pilot! Come, robot, there is more waking and baking to do before the shower and breakfast!” Pinkie Pie giggled pointing back towards the bed. Rainbow Dash could feel her mind float, and with how heavy her eyes felt, she knew they were glazed over in pink. She was already ‘sauced’. But, Pinkie Pie was having fun -- she wouldn’t say no to that. She’d be just fine, there wasn’t much work to do today anyway, she thought, convincing herself to let loose, at least a little.

“As you command, cap’n!” Rainbow Dash giggled, before she launched forward, and both tumbled into the bed. Rainbow Dash’s jump was off, as she watched Pinkie Pie bounce and nearly fall off the bed -- but, she was just quick enough to sling her arm around her back, and catch Pinkie Pie.

Pinkie Pie slung her arm around Rainbow Dash’s neck for further support.

“My hero.” Pinkie Pie smiled, pecking Rainbow Dash on the lips. Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes, as Pinkie Pie rolled out of her arms and back onto the bed, reaching over for the bong.

“Corny…” she remarked, sitting beside her pink princess.

[Later that morning, around 7AM…]

Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie sat together over the dining room table, both smoking another spliff. Rainbow Dash was struggling to keep her head straight, yet Pinkie Pie only seemed to be half as intoxicated.

“Babe…” Rainbow Dash said in a seemingly weak voice -- truthfully, she was just incredibly intoxicated, and her words drew out lowly and weakly as a result.

Pinkie Pie looked up. Rainbow Dash handed her the spliff, getting up from her chair, as Pinkie Pie looked on at her curiously. Rainbow Dash walked over to the kitchen, opening a cupboard. She pulled down a shot glass and a bottle of brown liquor.

She then poured one shot, downing it immediately. She poured another shot, and turned to Pinkie Pie.

“I’m leaving early… you know the drill, right?” Rainbow Dash asked. Pinkie Pie nodded -- they always avoided leaving together as a precautionary measure for Pinkie Pie. But Pinkie Pie pointed at the liquor.

“Want some?” Rainbow Dash asked, downing the second shot. Pinkie Pie couldn’t help but chuckle, watching Rainbow Dash pour a third shot, as she looked at Rainbow Dash’s eyes -- completely glazed over with red, looking as if they would shut any second, and her stature was leaned and movement slowed.

Pinkie Pie shook her head in response; she was fine finishing her own and Rainbow Dash’s half-smoked spliffs -- liquor was a rarity for her tastes.

“But why are you drinkin’ that stuff? I thought you’d wanna leave less fucked up?” Pinkie Pie asked, tilting her head only slightly, as she smoked both of the spliffs.

“Biiiiitch, I am way too fucked up. ‘A little alcohol make the work stiff’, you remember that lyric?” Rainbow Dash asked, downing the third shot, before she sucked in sharply, covering the bottle.

“Hmm?” Pinkie Pie hummed. Rainbow Dash replaced the bottle of liquor, and placed the shot glass in the sink. She then began placing her jacket over her body, buttoning it up. She made sure to grab the knife she took from the boy in her pocket, and picked up the crowbar beside the door.

“Well, babe, to put it frankly, I’m seeing the walls spin right now, and my body feels so damn heavy. I think a lil alcohol would stiffen me up, don’t you?” Rainbow Dash asked, leaning against the door. She crouched down to pick up her backpack -- it was full of the jewelry she was going to fence today, and was quite heavy as a result.

Pinkie Pie chuckled. “Silly, that’s not how you mix drugs. Let me teach you somethin’...” Pinkie Pie said, holding a finger up as she placed both of the half-smoked spliffs in the kitchen ashtray, rushing up stairs.

“Hurry up babes, remember, I gotta meet that piss-haired bitch before I run to class today, and I definitely don’t want Cheerilee up my ass!” Rainbow Dash yelled upstairs after her, as she folded her arms, simply trying to stand straight.

Rainbow Dash tapped her forearms, and nodded to herself confidently -- the liquor had stiffened her some, and mixed very nicely with the high. A good intoxication mix, she thought. But, admittedly, she was curious as to what Pinkie Pie had up her sleeve.

Pinkie Pie came rushing back down the stairs. She held something in her palm, which she kept concealed until she stood face to face with Rainbow Dash. She then held in front of her, a small vial that seemed to be full with white powder.

“Coke?” Rainbow Dash asked, raising a brow. “Babe, you know that shit barely lasts an hour, right? I ain’t done nothin but weed and liquor yet, but I sure as hell wouldn’t waste my first time with something as short-lasting as t--”

Rainbow Dash was silenced by Pinkie Pie pinching her lips shut. “Are you trying to lecture the Demon about drugs right now? This party gyal? Really?” Pinkie Pie asked with a playfully condescending tone.

Rainbow Dash shrugged. “But, you sure I’ll be alright? I mean, I still got shit to do today, y’know…” Rainbow Dash asked, feeling a creeping nervousness under her skin.

“Babe, would I ever hurt you? Don’t you trust me?” Pinkie Pie asked with a pleading face that drove Rainbow Dash’s heart through her throat.

“Of course I trust you, cutie.” Rainbow Dash reassured, placing a single palm over Pinkie’s face and jaw.

“Good. Then let’s hurry up--”

“Can I at least ask what it is?” Rainbow Dash asked, curious -- surely, a powder like this had to be cocaine -- what other white powder was there?

“Shh, I’ll tell you after. Now, breathe, and tell me which nostril seems more clear.” Pinkie Pie instructed. Rainbow Dash breathed in, and then breathed out. She pointed to her left nostril.

Pinkie Pie nodded, and dragged a stool near the kitchen counter to the door where Rainbow Dash was. She got on the stool, and crouched down, her knees on either side of Rainbow Dash, but her head still being higher than Rainbow Dash’s.

Pinkie Pie gently placed the vial’s open end into Rainbow Dash’s left nostril, and closed her other nostril with her other hand. Rainbow Dash nearly winced at how chemical the substance smelled -- what in the hell was this?

“Now, this’ll sting, but trust me baby, it’ll set you right for the day, especially seeing as how I got a little selfish and made you smoke yourself out.” Pinkie Pie said, as she flicked the vial, presumably to shake the powder up, had it settled.

“When I say breathe in, I want you to give me a hay-fever sniff, a couple powerful ones, mmkai?” Pinkie Pie instructed. Rainbow Dash nodded. Pinkie Pie slowly tilted Rainbow Dash’s head back, and she could feel the powder trickle in, and true to Pinkie’s warning, it did burn… However, her now being met directly with the gaze of her pink princess canceled out the burn.

“Go!” Pinkie Pie shouted, as Rainbow Dash gave a few powerful sniffs. She knew the goal was likely to get all the powder down her nose, but -- god did it burn!!!

“Nngh!” Rainbow Dash groaned shortly, trying to sniff still, seeing as how Pinkie Pie had not yet removed the vial. Finally, Pinkie Pie removed it, and just as Rainbow Dash’s head began to drop down, Pinkie put two fingers under her chin, forcing Rainbow Dash to look back up at her.

“Uh-uh-uh… Don’t waste my product, Dashie. I see a lot, keep pulling.” Pinkie Pie said in a rather authoritative tone. Rainbow Dash couldn’t help but feel powerless and seduced underneath Pinkie Pie. She obeyed, until finally, she felt a disgusting taste in the back of her nostril and throat. She gagged.

“That means, it’s time for water… You did good, babe, way better than my first time!” Pinkie Pie chuckled, as she hopped off of the stool, rushing to the fridge to grab a water bottle for Rainbow Dash. She tossed it, and Rainbow Dash feverishly caught it, downing the water, and sniffling still.

“With how well that went, I might have just found my perfect little demon disciple, huh?” Pinkie Pie chuckled, as she watched the now wide-eyed Rainbow Dash settle back, and experience the train hitting her.

Pinkie Pie pulled out another vial from her shirt pocket, and comfortably dumped its deposits into her nostril, making not nearly as much of a scene as Rainbow Dash did. Rainbow Dash watched in disbelief.

“How the hell…? It doesn’t burn you?? And what about that god awful taste???” Rainbow Dash asked her questions in quick succession -- she only just realized as she got those three sentences out that her words were hyper, and full of energy -- a stark contrast to how she was just feeling, extremely stoned and lethargic.

Pinkie Pie gave a soft chuckle. “Crazy what experience does, huh?” Pinkie Pie spoke normally, at her regular pace of speed. Truly, this was nothing new for her, she had been in this environment plenty ‘a times.

“By the way…” Rainbow Dash trailed on, as she picked her half-smoked spliff out of the ashtray, and re-lit it. She was amazed at how the intoxication mixed in, now. Pinkie Pie had piqued her interest in this world of hers. This environment was… interesting, Rainbow Dash thought, still sniffling.

“What exactly was that? And why the hell is it already so dangerously enjoyable?” Rainbow Dash asked, taking a long drag from her spliff, noticing that even her hands began to shake with hyperness. She found that she could control it if she focused just a little.

Pinkie Pie twirled over to Rainbow Dash and kissed her on the cheek.

“I’m glad you said that -- dangerous. That’s exactly what it is, so don’t get used to it.” Pinkie Pie began, however, her next sentence came out much quicker once she noticed anxiety consume Rainbow Dash’s face, as if she just made a fatal mistake.

“What I mean is!” Pinkie Pie immediately blurted out, holding her hands up defensively, feeling guilty that she scared Rainbow Dash.

“This isn’t like weed, or liquor. You can’t do this often. But once in a while, only on special occasion, without any habits or routine use, should be fine. So, no more unless I say so, okay Dashie?” Pinkie Pie instructed more than asked, as she playfully flicked Rainbow Dash’s nose. She turned, heading to the table to retrieve her own spliff.

“Yeah, I gotcha… Whoa…” Rainbow Dash commented out loud, noticing how her sight seemed to zoom into tunnel-vision. Her brain was running at a thousand paces a second. Everything felt so overwhelming, but in an exciting and incredible way. As excited as she was, she couldn’t help but realize that there’d surely be a bad trade-off for a feeling like this.

“So… what exactly was it that you gave me?” Rainbow Dash asked, as Pinkie Pie re-lit her own spliff.

“Amphetamine. One hundred and twenty-five milligrams of it. A helluva starter dose.” Pinkie Pie said. “But you’re a tough-nut, I knew you’d handle it well. By the way…” Pinkie Pie continued, getting up out of her seat, and planting her lips on Rainbow Dash’s for a quick peck.

“Thanks for trusting me. I’ll keep you safe in this world Dash. You won’t go wrong as long as you listen to me, alright?” Pinkie Pie said. Rainbow Dash nodded, feeling secure with Pinkie Pie as her guide. Pinkie Pie walked over to the fridge, and grabbed three more bottles of water.

“I gotcha…" Rainbow Dash began, examining her environment and mentally noting how this new intoxication affected her senses. While Rainbow Dash was distracted with her childlike curiosity at the effects of the substance, Pinkie Pie slipped three bottles of water into her bag.

"You're gonna need those, this stuff will make you sweat more than me when I see you get out the shower, get me?" Pinkie Pie half-joked.

"Uh-huh... Wait a sec..." Rainbow Dash trailed, before fishing through her pockets.

"Hey, shit!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed, looking at the time on her phone.

“I was ‘sposed to leave like 8 minutes ago babe, I gotta run! No earlier than 30 minutes till I’m gone, okay?” Rainbow Dash instructed Pinkie Pie on when she should leave. Pinkie Pie nodded. Just before Rainbow Dash could exit, she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder.

As she turned, a fist grabbed her collar, and another hand removed the spliff from her lips.

“And hey, babe… Do me a favor and handle business quick today, hm? This stuff makes me so horny.” Pinkie Pie cooed. Rainbow Dash looked Pinkie Pie up and down, at a loss for words at her sudden dominant behavior. Pinkie Pie looked Rainbow Dash’s silent being up and down triumphantly, before licking her lips.

“I think we’re understood. Stay safe, babes!” Pinkie Pie chuckled, letting go of Rainbow Dash’s collar, kissing her on the lips once more, and placing the spliff back in her mouth.

“Good luck, have fun! Oh, and tell orange-hair that if she gives you trouble, I’m gonna give her a real bitch of a time, mmkai?” Pinkie Pie called out to Rainbow Dash. Rainbow Dash turned back with an amused smile and ‘ok’ sign with her hand.

Pinkie Pie watched Rainbow Dash with a single hand over her chest, until she disappeared around the corner.

“The love of my life…” Pinkie Pie thought with warmth, as she closed the door, deciding how she’d kill time until it was her turn to leave.

[Less than halfway to Sunset Shimmer, 15 minutes of walking…]

🎶“Brown ‘nd purple keep my cup full… couple yellow percys and some redbull!”🎶

Rainbow Dash walked down the streets with a bump in her step, feeling as if she was on top of the world. The three intoxications seemed to make her float down the sidewalks -- she was in her own world, bobbing her head to her playlist.

Her cyan durag bobbed around happily in her thigh pocket, matching her energy.

Her vision seemed sharp, and zoomed in, like her eyes had turned into strange binoculars. She was, in street terms, absolutely ‘booming’. Her grin shined.

🎶“Sippin on red, sippin on Ritalin, stick hit yo’ head, now that bitch riddlin’.”🎶

After some minutes of walking, she noticed a jeep in jet-black zoom by -- Rainbow Dash was distracted, so she wasn’t sure, but she could’ve sworn that she noticed orange highlights on the vehicle.

“Lotus…?” She thought, cracking her knuckles as she saw the tail of the car whip around the corner. She smirked widely, hoping that she would see the car spin back around. She walked for another 45 seconds, and then tossed her backpack underneath one of the cars parked next to the sidewalk. She patted her back-pocket -- the knife was still there, good.

She tightened her grip on her crowbar, and simply stood against a wall a few cars down from where she hid her backpack. She pulled out her duller looking phone, and sent a text apologizing to Sunset Shimmer.

“I’m gonna be late. Think I got some pussies looking for trouble.” Rainbow Dash texted, slipping the phone back in her pocket. After a few short moments, she felt a buzz in her pocket, but ignored it -- she was too focused looking down the street, awaiting the car she was sure would be coming back around.

A few minutes passed, before Rainbow Dash almost breathed a sigh of relief, assuming she was mistaken -- just as she pushed off the wall, she heard an engine not far off from the corner -- as she watched intently, surely enough, the same car creeped down the street, gently slowing to her position.

The cautions started blinking, as four figures emptied out of the large jeep. The one in the very back exited last, and that’s when Rainbow Dash understood exactly where this was going.

“So, ya bitch ass was fiendin’ for round 2, huh?” Rainbow Dash taunted, watching as the boy she embarrassed in class the other day, step out of the passenger seat. She removed only one of her earphones. She noticed a rather timid, pale-yellow girl with pink hair in the back, sitting in the seat beside where the boy exited.

“What, ya bitch too good to come jump me, too? Or you just tryna return the favor for me kickin ya ass in front of my girl? It’s different when it ain’t one-on-one tough guy.” Rainbow Dash chuckled, further taunting the boy and his goons.

They were silent, as the five walked onto the side walk, all entrapping Rainbow Dash against the brick wall of the building in a semi-circle. Three held bats with crooked nails impaling their ends. The boy stepped forward, smiling at Rainbow Dash.

“Fuck’s so funny? Cause unless you shoot me, y’all niggas not leavin this with no scars.” Rainbow Dash smirked. Her confidence now, felt unrivaled. These four were scum beneath her sneakers as far as she was concerned.

“That ‘bitch’ is the one who told me exactly where I was finna find yo’ ass. It seems like your bitch ain’t as protective of you as you are of her, huh?” The boy spoke back to Rainbow Dash, his smile growing.

“Pinkie Pie knows that girl? Prolly not what I think it is, these opps don’t know they ass cheek from their face…” Rainbow Dash thought to herself, her movements pausing for a moment as she pondered. This boy clearly knew what could get under her skin.

“Where that confidence went, huh? I thought that girl was everything to you, Rainbow Dash.” The boy taunted with a hearty laugh.

“How about you shut the fuck up, flower boy? You still goin’ by daddy’s cute lil’ name for you?” Rainbow Dash responded with her own witty hostility.

“It’on really matter for a nigga boutta get they ass beat, but I been pullin’ my weight, they call me YP now. Young--”

“Pussy?” “Protégé.”

Rainbow Dash chuckled, and the boy frowned.

“That sounds like too a good name for ya. I like Young Pussy better, but don’t nothing sound more bitch-made than Lotus. That shit kinda cute.” Rainbow Dash taunted the boy. “Daddy made sure his lil bitch was gonna live up to the gang, huh?” Rainbow Dash continued taunting. Lotus’ face only continued to twist into angrily.

“You know, you real funny for a bitch who’s about to leave the scene with a couple shiners and some knots.” Lotus spoke, as he took the bat from one of his allies. Rainbow Dash’s grip on her crowbar tightened, as she motioned them toward her tauntingly.

🎶“Stupid niggas think he fuckin’ wit me, I’m ‘ah show ‘em niggas why they bitch-made.”🎶

Rainbow Dash took a second to pull the cyan durag from her pocket, and tie it across her bicep.

With no words, Lotus was the first to step forward, giving a powerful swing of his bat -- the wood creaked against Rainbow Dash’s crowbar. From her side, she could see that another boy with a bat was already on top of her -- she let one of her hands off the crowbar, and blocked the bat impact with her upper forearm, wincing as the nails ripped through her skin -- however, she stopped most of the impact.

In that split moment, Rainbow Dash realized that the drug Pinkie Pie gave her, certainly made things less painful -- and she was holding off two at once at the moment.

“Guess you right mom, shit does happen for a reason…”, Rainbow Dash thought, pleased with how this morning turned out, even though she had previously felt it a mistake to have indulged as much as she did.

Rainbow Dash lifted one her legs, and delivered a powerful kick to Lotus’ neck, immediately felling him. Her crowbar hand was now free, and she swung it with all of her strength into the temple of the boy who had swung a spiked bat into her forearm.

He collapsed with an unsettling thud, his hair beginning to collect crimson.

Lotus rolled back, and stood again, bat in hand -- he motioned the others back momentarily.

“I forgot this bitch is a fucking gorilla -- don’t be stupid y’all.” Lotus warned, as two of the other boys dragged the now unconscious boy to a safe distance, leaving him beside one of the parked cars.

Rainbow Dash and the four boys watched each other carefully, nobody moving. Rainbow Dash decided she would move before they could have a chance to all move on her at once.

She rushed for Lotus, crowbar already behind her in preparation for a powerful swing. Lotus held up his bat defensively, and as Rainbow Dash swung down, she gave a fatal dent to the bat, as part of it splintered back into Lotus’ face and shoulder. He rolled back over the concrete in pain.

Rainbow Dash was pleased -- one of the weapons were disabled. She was, however, too late to react to the incoming swing from one of the other three boys, and received a direct hit to her rib. Her feet left the ground, and she hit the concrete shoulder-first.

The pain may have been dulled, but Rainbow Dash could still feel her side throb in intense pain. Still, she rolled and jumped back in recovery as quick as she could. She tried to stand straight, but found it hard with her sides bruised and hurt as they were -- that was a very direct hit, she thought.

The two other boys immediately pursued her -- she decided to focus on the one that was armed: she decided to sacrifice her palms a bit, and drop her crowbar. She caught the swing directly, feeling the spikes impale her hand.

“So much for fingering her today…” Rainbow Dash thought, as she pulled forward whilst pulling her leg up and back, charging a powerful kick. As she stomped into the boy’s abdomen, she immediately grabbed the flipped the bat around, wincing as she tried her best to grip the handle.

She then turned to the other boy and swung at his calf, hearing an unsettling impact as he immediately flipped over onto the ground. Rainbow Dash then flung the bat with as much strength as she could muster, watching it fly out of range of everyone.

She then immediately picked back up her crowbar -- there was only one weapon left to handle. Rainbow Dash willed herself to disable the final bat somehow, thinking that would be her best chance for a win.

Lotus and the three boys surrounded her once more. Lotus had in both hands, either of the parts of his destroyed bat. With an unexpected speed, he tossed the part riddled with spikes at Rainbow Dash, who held up her arms defensively -- however, it only ricocheted off of her forearm, damaging it, and then lodging into her shoulder / neck momentarily, before falling out again.

By the time Rainbow Dash could shake off the pain, they were already on top of her -- she swung the crowbar and hit one of the boys into the ground. He laid on the ground barely moving, presumably in recovery from the hit.

The boy with the fully functioning bat swung at Rainbow Dash, and she only had enough time to hold up her crowbar defensively, blocking the bat. However, Lotus was already on her side, with the broken handle of the bat.

“Rargh!” Lotus grunted with great strain, as he stabbed the fragmented end of the handle into Rainbow Dash’s body, between her right shoulder and breast. Rainbow Dash fell back, her hand weakening due to the stab, as her crowbar fell from her hands. She tried to quickly recover and grab the crowbar with her other hand, but the other boy immediately connected the tip of his shoe to her temple, as she smacked down into the concrete.

As she tried to grab for the crowbar, Lotus stomped on her fingers, eliciting from Rainbow Dash what he thought to be an incredibly satisfying yelp of pain.

“That ain’t sum’n we get to hear from you often, Dashie…” Lotus taunted, knowing that to be the special nickname that she only allowed Pinkie Pie to call her. He knelt down to be face to face with the felled Rainbow Dash.

Rainbow Dash, with her free hand, immediately slugged Lotus in the face, causing him to fall back on his butt, but she was immediately met with another shoe to her face. She could feel the blood begin to leak down her forehead.

“You think you’re tough, huh bitch?” Lotus asked, crouching over once more, rubbing his now bruising cheek. Rainbow Dash sat with her back against the wall, feeling that standing up now was useless.

“That’s a nice lil shiner I see develop--”

*Dmpt!*

Rainbow Dash did not get to finish her sentence, as Lotus punched her square in the nose before she could finish, . Rainbow Dash’s nose bled. She was now back on her butt / back, looking up at the boys who surrounded her.

“You’re so cute when you can beat me up with all you--”

*Dmpt!*

Again, Lotus would not let her finish the sentence. Rainbow Dash simply smiled, through red teeth, and a face with three streams of blood leaking down. A single drop of blood fell onto the the treasured jewelry around her neck.

“Daddy would be so proud of all the clout this’ll get--”

*Dmpt!*

Lotus smirked, shaking his fist. Rainbow Dash wanted to be witty once more, but in truth, she was in much pain. It felt as if they were knocking her back into sobriety at the moment, as her heart raced, and her mind seemed to clear. This time, she was silent.

“Yeah? That’s all the witty replies from you? C’mon now Rainbow Dash, I thought you were--”

*Ppthpt!*

Rainbow Dash interrupted his sentence by spitting a nasty mixture of saliva and blood directly onto his face, some even getting into his eye. Rainbow Dash gave a pained chuckle, watching Lotus wipe his eye out with his shirt.

Then, Lotus picked up the bloodied piece of wood that he had impaled her with, and jammed it into her thigh this time.

“Nnnghh...!” Rainbow Dash tried her best to conceal the groan of pain, but it was impossible. Her heart raced a thousand times a second, and even though the drugs in her system was dulling everything, she could tell the immense pain she was in every time any pained muscle tensed, or any element touched her wounds -- she had pushed herself too far, this wouldn’t be a fast recovery, and that wasn’t good for the revenge she was already eagerly plotting in the back of her head.

“You just don’t get it, do you, you lil dumbass bitch…” Lotus went on, as he twisted the piece of wood deeper into her leg.

Rainbow Dash only breathed in sharply -- the piece of wood was relatively small and jagged, so he was having trouble properly impaling her leg, but it still hurt greatly.

“You’re literally nothing. Not even the bitch you live for is gonna keep you safe.” Lotus said to her, looking her in the eyes. Rainbow Dash breathed heavily, pains throbbing throughout her entire body. Her mind went back to what Lotus had said earlier, as she eyed the pink haired girl in the car, who seemed to be trying her best not to view the situation. Her brows furrowed in rage.

“It’s her… Pinkie’s not to blame, I know that. That bitch’s days are fucking numbered!” Rainbow Dash thought with rage -- she was more angry at the fact that this current route could be one of the many that Pinkie Pie walks to go back home. She’d have to warn Pinkie Pie to never take this route again.

“Any bitch that’s gonna limit my princess’ life in any way is as good as dead.” Rainbow Dash thought, glaring beyond Lotus, at the girl who had her chin tucked to her chest, focusing on whatever was beneath her.

“Dead bitch of a mom would be so proud, wouldn’t she?” Lotus further taunted. That, triggered something in Rainbow Dash -- her head snapped back towards Lotus, and she immediately began getting up; expecting this, Lotus simply stomped his foot down into the piece of wood in her thigh.

“Aargh!!!” Rainbow Dash yelled out in immense pain, immediately falling back down. Her entire body flexed and tensed in pain as she punched the concrete beside her in both extreme anger and pain.

Just as she tried to stand again, Lotus lifted his foot, and stomped her head back into the wall. He rubbed the bottom of his shoe into her nose, chuckling lowly.

“Remember your place next time you wanna talk funny, huh, Dashie? I ain’t daddy’s lil’ boy no more.” Lotus spoke with great confidence, as he continued rubbing his sole into Rainbow Dash’s nose. Rainbow Dash could only hold his calf in a rather desperate attempt to stop his insulting behavior.

“Yo,” Lotus began, pointing at the unconscious boy beside the parked car, his shoe still over Rainbow Dash’s face.

“Pick that nigga up, class prolly start in like 30 minutes, nd I rather get cleaned up before I let anybody know this bitch put hands on us.” Lotus instructed. The boys looked down at Rainbow Dash, then back to Lotus, and then left to drag the unconscious boy into the jeep, triumphant smiles on their faces.

Lotus tried to remove his foot from Rainbow Dash, but she had a death-grip on his calves. He pulled back with great strength, as her hands finally released, not wanting to fall forward on the piece of wood now well within her thigh.

Rainbow Dash looked up at Lotus with a glare that could make a soldier sweat. Lotus looked back down with an equal level of smugness. He smirked, before turning with not another word exchanged between the two.

Suddenly, Lotus heard two strong footsteps, with metal grinding across the concrete, and as he turned back, Rainbow Dash took a third, and immediately buckled, falling face-first back into the concrete, her crowbar falling not far off. The pain in her leg was too great to withstand movement so sudden.

Lotus laughed, and laughed, and laughed. Rainbow Dash could only look up in defeat, her glare burning hotter by the second. As she looked past the laughing boy, she made a brief moment of eye-contact with the pale-yellow girl, who looked back with what Rainbow Dash could only deduce as either fear, guilt, or surprise.

“So long, stupid nigga.” Lotus laughed, as he got back into the jeep, sitting beside the girl. As they drove off, Rainbow Dash could see Lotus wrap his arms around the girl’s abdomen, and pull her in for a kiss.

“You, and that lil thot you got is finna make the news, I promise you that, nigga…” Rainbow Dash thought in great bitterness, as she pulled herself up again, desperately.

Rainbow Dash laid in the street for a few minutes, trying to get enough of a grip to go against the throbs of pain resonating throughout her body.

As her adrenaline was settling, she could feel her intoxications kick back in, the pain subsiding little by little. She felt the intoxications calm her only slightly, as she hobbled over to the car with the backpack, fishing it out. With each movement, she winced, her shredded palms still bleeding. She collapsed against the car, and pulled out her phone. Her entire body seemed to be absolutely wet with sweat; she was drenched, and her mouth felt so incredibly dry. She needed water, bad.

She couldn’t let Sunset Shimmer see her like this -- she’d call Pinkie Pie to help her clean up, first, and then tell Sunset a new location to meet at. She pulled out her personal phone, and dialed Pinkie Pie.

“Heyyy babe, you finished up that quick!?” Pinkie Pie shouted through the phone with more exuberance than usual. Rainbow Dash couldn’t help but smile, both at the fact that Pinkie Pie’s voice warmed her, and that she, too, was clearly feeling the intoxication.

“Heh… Uh, not quite… Um, say, you think you could come get me, I’m on Quincy, the bit you take goin towards that club you love hittin’ up, y’know the one...” Rainbow Dash said, trying her best to conceal the pain on her voice. She dug through her bag, taking one of the water bottles, and as she chugged it, she could swear her mouth and throat were so dry the water itself would’ve torn it.

“Dashie…? You’re breathing real heavy, and you sound hurt, what the fuck happened??” Pinkie Pie questioned, immediately alarmed. Rainbow Dash could hear a ton of shuffling on her end; she seemed to be frantically gathering items.

“Babe, relax, I'm fine, I swear... I’ll explain later… Oh, and definitely bring me a spliff, good lord…” Rainbow Dash said with a defeated tone and exasperated sigh, starting on her second bottle of water. “And, uh… maybe some more water, that shit got me dehydrated…” Rainbow Dash continued, wiping her beady forehead with her shirt.

“The fuck… Yo, Rainbow Dash, that’s you?!”

Rainbow Dash’s motions paused, as she felt her sweat go cold. That sounded like…

“Great… It’s fucking piss-hair…” Rainbow Dash sighed in defeat, as she watched Sunset Shimmer begin to jog down the street towards her. She was the last person she wanted seeing her in this “sorry ass state”.

“Today’s really not my fucking day. Fuck...” Rainbow Dash thought, as she swigged the water bottle once more, laying her head back against the car, staring into the sky.

"Fuck..." Rainbow Dash thought again, as she closed her eyes, awaiting the earful she was sure to hear from Sunset Shimmer...

Author's Note

Ah yes, finally done with another chapter, and clearly within my 2-4 week quota. Totally. Absolutely. 100%.

Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, and as usual, feel free to make any inquiries you wish about any vocabulary or lingo that you may not understand, as I am always more than pleased to educate others on my beautiful dialect!

Until next time, have a wonderful day, an even better tomorrow, and, toodles as usual! ^-~