Soft guitar music can be heard in the background and the AC is on full blast. The hottest day of summer is here and I couldn’t be anymore exhausted. Extra practice during my supposed to be off season from school was breaking me to the final point. The usual ritual of taking your cleats, first the shoelace, and then pulling them off of you. After that was done, I relaxed as the cool air brought my body down to earth.

“Ew! Dude you know your feet stink? Gah! They smell like Cheetos and dead rat funk!” A familiar raspy feminine voice said to me as I smiled.

I turned my head to see my girlfriend in all of her post-showered glory. We just finished our sophomore year of high school and we're moving on to junior year. She is wearing boy shorts and a loose t-shirt as she rubs her purple hair with the towel. I am always amazed by her beauty man, her slender legs, her chiseled arms and abs, and her modest bust. I giggled at her talking shit about my feet smelling when her room smells like funk from sweat and her laundry littering all around the place.

“You shouldn’t talk shit when you have panties and bras all over you floor, Scoots.” I said as she made her way over to her bed and sat on it as she finished toweling. Her face had a small blush as she gave me a pout at the observation.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t stroke yourself because you got me there Rumbs.” I always used to hate that nickname back in freshman year. All of the junior players and seniors would haze me with it.

“I hate that nickname, Scootaloo. Why do you always gotta call me it?” I sighed as I lend back on her bed and place my head by her moist thigh. The sweet smell of laundry detergent and musky scent of sweat enters my nostrils. I look up at the ceiling while Scootaloo dumps the towel over my face and gets up from the bed.

“You know that you like it when I call it that. Better than dudes full of testosterone busting your balls, eh?”

“I’m not gonna look at you change because of that true statement.” I said being defiant at the unfortunate truth of the sentence.

“Well that’s fine; be a bitch and not get a peek. I guess buying a nipple ring was a waste of money then~” That last sentence forced you to spring up from the bed and remove the towel from your face, thinking I'm going to see the most lewd looking object on a woman’s body.

Instead you got hit in the face with a pillow by this silly girlfriend of mine.

The white cover of the pillow was enough to fill my vision for a few seconds before you came to focus on her solely. Scootaloo is laughing her ass off at your expense. I swear to god man, she always does this shit whenever it involves her body. I guess the hormones are more powerful than drugs at this point. Scootaloo wipes the tears from her eyes as she looks at my pouting face. She rubs her face after getting some air in her lungs from all of the chuckling.

“I swear Rumble, you fall for that way too easily.” Scootaloo bends over as she picks up her pillow from the floor.

“You’d really think I would pierce my nipples? That’s so feckless!”

“Yeah, well… I blame the hormones.” I said, trying to reclaim some of my honor.

“Yeah, yeah you horndog. You already know the deal of us doing sexual stuff.”

“I know. Wait until senior year so we can be 18 so no one can bitch-yeah I get that.” Aggravated, I sit back on the bed and fold my arms. I have always hated the 18 year old rule for us to do things that most normal teens do in high school already. The conversation of sex really came when Sweetie Belle and Button got together this year. We were at lunch and the newly happy couple was talking about big relationship goals when they just started dating 5 months ago. Sweetie Belle was talking about sex and almost immediately Scootaloo says we are only doing it at 18. The reason is because she will have more freedom to explore without it getting us in trouble. And damn she has been keeping that promise astutely.

Scootaloo always blushes and psyches out whenever our make-out sessions go a little too far. She would push herself away when the temperature has grown to an irresistible degree and goes to the bathroom to cool herself off. We would be at the movies and she would always try not to let the romantic mood creep on her and cloud her resolve. In fact, the time we almost went to a barn party at Applebloom’s, Scootaloo’s aunt almost made her wear a very skin-tight outfit that was so sexy, I was drooling. She told me we aren’t going because of how I stared at her.

The constant rejection of the final step into adulthood as a teen did have its toll on our relationship. Hell, saying it didn’t would be a lie so big that even Pinocchio would be jealous. We’ve had long talks about the sexual tension which always ended in some hurt feelings and ghosted text messages.

Heh. Pipsqueak even said that I had “Purple-hair lust Stockholm syndrome” because I wanted to get Scoots so bad. And he isn’t lying.

I turned my head to look at Scootaloo with my fake aggravated face at the denial and she just placed her hands on her hips and gave me a soft smile.

“I know how you want me badly, Rumble. I want to as well, but I made a promise to my aunts and you know that. I love them more than anything and they threatened to kick me out if we did do.. Well the do.”
Scootaloo’s aunts are old school traditionalists in terms of intercourse and intercourse culture. You would assume that a lesbian couple would be more open to their niece following her own wings and her own draft, but no. Misconception voided. They are the most protective of Scootaloo when it can to her well-being. Going as far to pay me to not even touch her in anyway one time when I met them! However, I find it respectful and honorable. Her aunts are the only consistent family Scoots has and I can’t take that away from her. But it doesn’t help with the teenage hormones attacking my judgment everyday with the fertile teen here. I wouldn’t be surprised that there are threats like disownment to keep her aligned and controlled, just to keep their pseudo-daughter safe in the only way they know.
Scootaloo looks at me with a soft facial expression with glistening eyes of compassion.

“And I promise you that you are going to be my number one.”

“Just number one?”

“The one and only one, you possessive jock.”

“Better than Cheerleader hopping and catting around on ya.”

“Knowing you? Wouldn’t last a day with those toothpicks because, and no offense to some, but they cost a pretty bit.”

I laughed at the jab and looked at Scootaloo. Her purple eyes shine as your eyes meet and lingered on each other for a minute that felt like an hour. You can see the subtle jitters of her pupil as she stares into the gateway of the human brain.

She’s nervous. Most likely because not only is the boy that she likes who respects her as she is, but also because you know that Scoots wants you very badly as well. She may be pledging abstinence, but you can tell she is hanging by a thread.

I desperately want the thread to be broken, but…

“Scoots. I know I will get mad and things because I know how close we are to… well doing that.” I said while blushing and Scootaloo joins me as well.

“But...No. No ‘buts.’ You gotta do what is right by you. Even if it's a torturous task. That’s following a goal and that is a step behind building a dream.” I said as I grabbed her hand and kissed it. Scootaloo giggles as I trailed my kissing up her arm and onto her shoulder. Scootaloo sighs as I move to the scruff of her neck, and then eventually to her lips. The kiss was explosive and the energy increased tenfold. Hands and bodily closeness becomes a next series of motions in the make-out session. I place my hands on her hips and Scoots curls her arms on my neck. After about a full minute, the kissing ends as I laid the forehead on hers. We sigh together as we bask in the room. Scootaloo moves her head to look into my eyes and the dreamily look on her face was all the confirmation I needed about her true character: She wants to be strong for me. She is doing her best to hold her abstinence because its her way of being strong and true to a commitment. As a man who wants to have a strong will someday… I respect that.

Scootaloo lifts a hand and places it on my face. Stroking my cheek with her shower smooth palm. She lends up and pecks my lips with an audible kissing sound as she says to me.

“If being 18 means I can enjoy a man who can spark up kisses like that? I think the next year will be awesome.”

“More awesome than Rainbow Dash?”

Scootaloo looks at me with a ‘really’ look and quickly answers with a goofy smile.
“A close second.”

I laugh as I look at the girl of my dreams and hopes. I huge Scootaloo as I closed my eyes and thought about how the future will be great as long as we work hard to our goals.

As long as we work hard with no distractions for something we wish to achieve...it should be granted and result in pure happiness.

I wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. My eyes are blurry from opening them too fast as they adjust to the brightness of the sun entering my room. I feel my pins and needles all throughout my legs as I try to get off of laying on top of it on the hardwood floor. My arms are the only part of my body that was both able to move me somewhere and wasn’t stiff or anything. I awkwardly crawled my way to my bed to use it as a support to get the feeling in my legs. It was hot as hell in my room and I just couldn’t concentrate properly as I felt all kinds of pain. I grab the frame with my left arm and then with the right, pull myself up, and wince in pain as my legs start to get a feeling in them.

I maneuver myself in a sitting position on my bed as I sit on it and look at my legs. I sigh as I look over to my nightstand to see what time it was. 6:54 in the morning and the sun is shining bright and strong. A sign of a great mid-spring day here in Canterlot. I smile as I remember when me and Scoots went to the field for morning warm-ups back in the day.

Scootaloo...the disc…

I wince as I clench my head as vague images of sex, and cum, and her flash in a micro second. I start to hyperventilate and get hypertension as images of the video rolled by. The masked actors, the over-sized bed, and the girl that looked like Scootaloo..I remember those things. The made sex and passion is also on the top of my list, but I can’t remember what was said. It eludes me to no end. Minutes turn to present as I keep thinking about the video. Wait. The video!

I look up and try to run to my computer but fall because my legs are still sensitive to the touch. I don’t have time for this I thought as I crawl my way over to my desktop. I grab onto the PC tower and press the ‘eject’ button on the body to get the disc.

“Come on. Come on” I say as I watch the disc slowly come out. I grabbed it before it fully finished its ejection, not caring about potential damage because it was half-way out anyway. I gave it a look over for a title, but nothing was on the top side. I flip it over to examine it further only to see that it has a scratch in a ring shape on the laser side. Kinda like those old game disc players that if you bumped while playing a game, it can scratch your disc to an unusable state. I curse as I throw the useless disc somewhere in my room and get up off the ground. A little shaky from the blood flow returning to my body, but I didn’t care. I know what I saw last night and I had to look for anything that can be traced back to a source or something. Some kind of closure or whatever. I find the box sitting on my computer desk that the disc came in and I grab it. I look at the front for a name only to find that I ripped it open last night not caring what it was.

“FUCK!” I scream as I started to rip what little of the package in ribbons. I was pissed off and stressed from the thoughts coming back and now I have nothing to confirm my suspicions.
“What..(*sigh*)was that last night? Is it true? Am I overthinking things? It can’t be(*huff*)Scoots.” I deny everything as I sit on my bed. Flushed, out of breath, and confused. I look at my ceiling as I begin to think about what happened last night and...no it can’t be true.

But what if it was? What if Scootaloo got tired of the silence from me and stuff? What if she got tired of me not paying her any attention and she decided to go into porn? Maybe she pulled a prank? Nah. Not my Scoots… it couldn’t have been her. Can it? Only one why to find out.
I grab my phone and enter my password with shaky hands. I immediately found Scootaloo’s name on my SMS and started to type in the question. Did you record yourself doing porn? I sigh heavily as my thumb starts to inch towards the send button, but I stop as I see snippets of our last argument on SMS. I flick my finger up on the screen and see all of the time we have spent arguing over the past month; some turning physical and at places unrelated to the subjects that were discussed. We argued about our lack of time together, me not caring about her opinions when I am busting my ass to give us a stable future and sacrificing the present to do so, her wanting to go the extra mile with me… It all came to a head when she told me that she was gonna go stay with family members out of the city for a month because she needed an educational break, but we all know what the real purpose was. How can I even blame Scootaloo when I am guilty of pushing her away? I want what’s best for her, so I have to get the best grades and scholarships like she already has.. Why can’t she be happy that I am being a man and doing what’s best for our guaranteed future?

I swallow my thoughts and fears as I start to get ready for school. It's best if I pretend that last night was just my imagination anyway. They say that if it only happens once, then it can’t be true unless it happens again. Maybe that saying is true.

Maybe.

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

“Huh?!? Oh.. It's 7:30. Ok..” I get up to shut off my alarm and one of my favorite songs starts to play. I stretch my arms as I walk over to my closet. I take out a burgundy shirt with a golden star and letter “V” in the middle. I lay it on my bed as I get the iron from my closet and plug it in. While it starts to heat up, I do a quick stretch in my arms, legs, lower back, upper back, and crack my knuckles in that order specifically. I take out some black jeans and straighten them out. I pick up the iron and hold my hand near the metal part. Hot to the skin. Ready for the Jeans, I spray some water from the iron and gently start to iron out the wrinkles. The hiss from the metal making contact to the moisture is a welcomed sound and I make long strokes of the heated tool. After a short while, the pants were finished and then the shirt. The sleeves, then the collar, then the body around the design since it was made of a material that is easily burnable. Then I flipped it over to do the back. With that finished, I unplug the iron and sit it in front of my window sill with nothing to disturb it. I start to dress myself in my outfit and I yawn. I go over to my closet and pull out some white socks from my sock container and whip out my red, black, and white sneakers. I finish getting dressed and grab my light jacket and my bag. We have no gym practice today since we earned some time off and the finals haven't been announced yet. I brush my back slicked hair in the mirror and I walk out of my room. As I exit from my room, I look over to my kitchen to check on my mom. She is still asleep with her head down. I bite my lip as I leave my house, not caring to say I am leaving.

I walk down the street with my hands deep in my pockets. The morning is very cool here in Canterlot and I can see my breath as I huff out a breath. I live only 20 minutes from the school by walking and the first period is at 8:30. I stop at a street sign as the traffic goes in their horizontal flow of traffic from my perspective. The soft wind that blows as the machines zip by to their destinations is appreciated as I hum to the music I kept on repeat. Tapping my foot as I start to move to the rhythm and a small dance can be seen from me as I was enjoying the small happy feeling. I hear a loud ‘ahem’ come behind me that I open my eyes and see an elderly lady pointing to the green walk light. I blush and continue to walk forward. Next is the small lake bridge that connected my side of Canterlot-the north side to the south side where the school was. I start to walk across the bridge and look at the familiar places I have touched over the years. I stop as I see a familiar power generator with some old rusted up stickers on them. I look at one sticker in particular. It was a samurai sticker with a gorilla one slapped on top of it. It is the stickers me and Scootaloo slapped on the generator back in 10th grade.

Scootaloo...the tape…

No Rumble.. It wasn’t Scootaloo. Just… keep going to school. Don’t think about it. Don’t do it to yourself.

I brace my head and continue on to school. Music consumes my mind and I just move to the good vibes. In little time and progress, I see my school appearing before my eyes and walk faster towards the entrance. I push open the doors and take off my headphones as I heated air filled with the smell of various hygienic products hits my nose. I sigh as I am in a safe place. I look at the foyer to see that it was crowded as it usually was: A little hectic and fast paced, but so was teenage life. I walk over to the west wing of the locker room area over to my locker, politely issuing ‘excuse me’ or ‘pardons’ as I shove past people towards my locker. Finally after 3 minutes of uncomfortable closeness, I get to my locker and start to enter the combination.
19...39...3 I recite in my head as I pull on the combination lock to open the door. I look inside my locker for my history textbook for Mrs. Long Johns class and close it after taking it out.

Only for the face of a brown boy to be staring at me intensely from the side.

I slightly jump at the unexpectedness of the approach, but I quickly calm down as I see who it was.

“Goddamn it Button Mash!! You really gotta stop doing that man.” I say as I open my hand for a five.

“My apologies Rumble, but you are always so easy to startle.” Button Mash reciprocated my outburst and grabbed my hand and gave me a brotherly hug which turned into our secret handshake: A twist of the fingertips into a middle finger lock that’s like a pinky swear that ends off detaching into a snap.

“Be lucky I didn’t pop you in your nose brown boy. I swear you really are asking for it though” I shake my head as I turn my back towards the lockers and lean on it with my book inside my crossed arms.

“Well that would make sense...if it was someone else. Though with your athletic achievements and skills, I highly doubt you would want to waste your performance capabilities on harming me. I hear jocks nowadays get manicures and massages.” Button says as he fixes his collar and gives me a smile.

I snort as I giggle at his reply. “Yeah that’s true. You should have seen what the coach got. Dude would make you think he’s a femboy.” We laughed at the shared ridicule of an overly masculine man, who is ashamed of feminism would try to do a feminine style of grooming. The moment passes as I look at my oldest friend.

His name is Button Mash and we have been friends for as long as I can remember. We met because our brothers were both close friends when they were in High school and we were in preschool together. Button has a better memory than me when it comes to our childhood, but I remember the strong events in our lives: The time we stole cookies from Mrs. Cake bakery and she caught us, my ass will never forget that day; Us beating the level on Left 4 survival 2 with the 4 tank dudes and we had no ammo; the time he told me that he was gonna give up on game design-something he was doing since elementary-to become a lawyer instead back in middle school 5 years ago; the time me, him, and our friend Pipsqueak asked out the hottest babes in the school: The Cutie Mark Crusaders. Hell I can go back to more intimate details but for the time being, this was sufficient.

Speaking of becoming a lawyer, he started to learn and study law and stay in touch with law ever since his dad left his mom. He left his family with nothing and the bastard just...well. He flew in the wind. Button’s brother joined the military as an engineer and Button wanted to help create a stable life for his family. Admirable and I am personally proud of him. I think out of all of us, he has the most responsible life. I bet he must be living easy after putting in so much hard work. Happiness only comes to those who live responsibly and Button? He is honorable.

Even if he wears waistcoats like he is Apollo Justice™. Though he is looking sharp. Hell, he is looking fine.

What? It's not shameful to admit when another man looks fuckable. We live in the 21st century.

“So Rumbs. Have you told ‘you know who’ about your achievement yet? I would assume you already have done so because everyone knows about it and Scootaloo is friends with Sweetie Belle.”

I gulp as he asks the question I severely want to avoid. Mostly because I want to deny what I saw last night. Even thinking about it…

“..no” I croak out as if I am in pain. I can’t lie to my number one best friend. He knows me too well.

“Why the sweet Sigmund Freud not?” Button asks he rests his hands on his waist.

“I don’t know how to confront her.” I say while looking at him straight face. Not showing flaws or weaknesses in my defense.

“Rumble. You are both 18 years old turning 19 in a few months. You guys are legal adults now, so any high school drama crap needs to be settled in high school. H. I. G. H. schooooooool. Because if you guys wanna continue dating as full grown adults, you gotta get over the small things that aren’t in your reasonable control.” Button sighs as he stops himself. I look at him before he continues to talk after re-organizing himself.

“Apologies. I am just a little annoyed at the back and forth between you two is all” Button pats my shoulder as I look him in the eye with a droopy expression.

*Brinnng Brinnnng*

“Sounds like First period has you off the hook. We will continue this interrogation at lunch Rumble.” Button Mash adjusts his tie and picks up his bag going to his class. I pick up my bag and do the very same. Walking my ass to the classroom three doors down.

Mrs. Long John’s Social studies class is as it usually is: Exhausting unless you force yourself to make a game out of the topics. Like guess the president based on a behavior or action. A good example is which president is a fan of Jaco Pastorious or Funk music? Well, it is Bill Clinton. Simple answer. Who was a drunk alcoholic that hated plants? Well… Ok Imma need the textbook for that one. But basically those goofy questions are what makes me remember and study my history textbooks for class. Then for topics related to events, I associate them with themes or verbs. Like Woman suffrage is the verb of voting or The Rare Color Citizens National Movements I associate them with reckoning. Simple verbs that summarize things. War is the best because they all have fighting and violence charged by politics. All war is caused by human interpersonal politics. So that class is done. Then I have math, science and Music. Simple classes that don't need some tricks for the most part. I can see the numbers in equations in my mind and see them solve themselves with the arithmetic on pages. Science is more visual and execution than theories. So the next period is an elective-one that Button Mash is the top student and assistant/junior teacher instructor in-political history. Talking about current and past laws that can affect the present and past. It was boring mostly to me when the class started, but Button Mash is here to break it down to layman's terms for tests and things. The teacher starts off with last week’s lesson half mindedly but today he comes in with a sad look one his face. He clears his throat before speaking.

“Alright people let’s cut the donkey shit.” Mr. Facks starts. “Earlier today at approximately 7:23am, a landmark decision decided by incompetents hired by massive corps has created a great feminist rights problem bigger then the size of the Crystal Empire.” Mr. Facks takes out some napkins and swipes his head. His face is flushed and angry as he fixes his button-up shirt and sits on the desk. He continues with a twist of his own head.
“Before this stupidity even happened, about 1 year ago a law called the Aphrodite security structure bill or-”A.S.S” was passed. It was in direct response to the high rise of cancel culture and uncontrolled freedom of speech that allows average citizens the ability to throw them out of the public spotlight. So the real bill was an anti-feminism bill in disguise. Button Mash knows more than myself, so I’ll let him explain.” Mr. Facks extends a hand to Button who stands and walks to the front of the class. He nods to the teacher and starts.

“So the A.S.S bill has 3 major points that it targets:
Number 1#: Females who criticizes others without proof of provocation and defamation of character is subject to being counter sued and fined
Number 2#: Any sexual acts that has no legal binding or documentation cannot be used as word from mouth evidence.
Number 3#: If jurors who vote in civil court of accounts of forced sexual offenses or oppressive offenses that aren't above 97%, then the accuser is counter sued, fined, and jailed.

The minimum jailing time is 3 years plus. Decided by judges.” Button Mash finished.

To say the class is in stunned silence is an understatement. My classmates-especially the females-are ghost faced.

“That’s not all.” Mr. Facks steps in. “This landmark decision, Sweet Candy vs Monkey Funk studios, has eradicated freedom of choice: As it is written, by a decision of 6-3 justices of the court, now states that if a participant of sexual antics has signed a contract of legal integrity that allows the contractor total control and the signer sold their rights away. So in long truth… Female rights are bashed unless they have recorded evidence with their identity is solid in frame AND has not signed a sex contract for their abusers freedom and legal protection. It is beyond cruel and sickening, but it's the world we live in now. Now we got common sense blurred because of these new laws and decisions being set in motion. Well… I just hope there are half decent people. People who see this as nonsense. So with the A.S.S bill and the landmark decision, here are the things you can’t do if you are a woman: You can’t call out people’s crap without verified evidence now, not personal experience. You can’t call out your rapist unless you have hard evidence of the rape happening. Jurors have to basically ALL agree on the asshole being guilty just for the female to get justice. And with this stupid ass landmark decision...people have the power to make you sign a contract that allows you to get raped or be in a sexually compromising position without them receiving punishment. So no matter any evidence or decisions...you signed a contract. So you are-literally-gonna get screwed by the courts. Every other teacher is gonna sugarcoat it, but you guys are 18 and 17.” Mr. Facks sniffs as tears start to fall from his eyes as he looks at the class with disgusted anger at the reality of the world.

“What the hell?!?! There is no way that this should be morally allowed!!” Flash Pink says as she slams her hands on her desk. “It’s just a sick perverted dream come true! How the hell can personal freedoms can be prohibited with bullshit excuses and cop-outs like contracts! It basically allows any form of harmful behavior and entitlement from some lecherous assholes!”

“I definitely agree with Flash Pink here, how can a legislative party of a bunch of old men and senile grannies decide what is morally right for what women can do with their bodies or not? And because of cancel culture, which has been the only strong podium for abused individuals to voice what happened to them by elites, is so unlawful in the court system that now you need to limit the power of accusation?!?” A female girl in class shouts in mutual outrage.

“Actually,” Button Mash starts as he looks over at the female in question. “It’s a one-sided expansion of the law against defamation of a person’s character and harassment, but the clause is targeting just one side of the problem. What about any sexual assault victims? It's not just females that are affected. Females are affected because of several acts of abusing this podium of power, like Eunin Qoz who caused Game gate, some radical feminist groups, and law makers who has biases in male rights. It is a lobster in a bucket kinda situation.” Button finishes.

“So? The fuck does that have to do with that majority? Just because some skanky bitch who wanted some attention used this serious event to her advantage means that all females are to blame? How can the Gov ever expect us to be alright with this? It is a Leni Zumas’ “Red Clock” dystopia!” Pink finishes as her face turns a strong shade of red. Yelling in her raspy voice.

“A-a-are we safe? Oh god...we-we can’t go to school or anywhere!” Another girl shaking said as fear began to spread amongst the female bodies of the classroom. A tension so intense that a knife can cut through. I had to do something to calm the room and the thing I had was to look at the good in all of this. I raise my hand and suddenly all the eyes are pinned on me. I gulp as the pressure is strong and I am a male after all. I can’t understand what it's like to be constantly cat-called or harassed and now have my right of choice of communicative security taken away. But if I am a good friend to my female counterparts, then the last thing I want for them right now is to be afraid of all men.

“What about the good men in society who can help the females? I mean...I know that...it isn’t their fault or females fault, so maybe this can single out all of the bad from the good? I sound like a complete dumbass, but I had to say something to stop the paranoia. I mean… you guys know us. Me, Button Mash, Gumbo, and others in this class. We aren’t gonna put our hands on you or put in a compromising situation. Hell, we can help you even.” I finish as I take a deep breath. I look around the room and notice that instead of them being in fear….they are looking more in despair. I feel my heart thump in my chest as I noticed this look from all the students in the room on me: Mr. Facks, Button, the girls...it’s like I just admitted a murder in front of the family of the victim.

“Rumble.” Flash Pink says in a calm yet melancholic voice. “I know what you said is true and..I appreciate you standing up and saying that kind word...but this isn’t about good or bad men, Male friends who can help you when they gotta rely on you, or some responsibility you feel entitled to uphold. It's about our basic rights. The right to say no and have power to stop this from happening to us...it’s miniscule. It is down right non-existent. The problem is that we women can’t control our own security in society. It is not something that needs aid in the first place. While I appreciate you wanting to help and show that not all men are assholes...but we already know that Rumble.” Flash Pink says as she gives me a look of anger before continuing. I gulp as I feel the pressure. ”The fact that you even had to save some white knight pledge just to show us your aid is part of the problem. Laws should help keep order and should follow common sense. But what’s common sense for you and me is not common sense for say some pervert in the next room from us, or some popular rich kid, or some loner in the woods. It is not exclusively universal. The sick fact that these guys aren’t punished when they do commit these crimes? All because we have no evidence solid enough like a stupid video? But can force their victims into signing contracts like porn stars just to save their own asses? It is like we are assets and accessories to some men instead of being people who breath and bleed like them. So Rumble...do us a favor...you know you aren’t those guys right?” Pink asks me. I nod my head.

“Good...so shut the fuck up then!!!" Pink says as I look at her with wide eyes.

"Because even though you are not the problem..you aren’t the solution to it either! It is a cruel issue...and the fact that most females in our class is 18 now...who's to say that we wouldn’t be scooted by those perverts and we are screwed either way? It’s so scary that we feel like we are trapped in our own world...we can’t move or breath without it being alluring to someone with no self-control. I am scared shitless Rumble...I am scared.. Only a woman can understand. Unless you know first hand of what that kind of torment might be? Huh?! Do you?!?! DO YOU!!!?!” Pink screams as cries with tears of anger and I retreat without any other rebuttal.

I was by far shocked by the ferocity of her words. Images of the video I saw last night flash in my mind and I start to shake. Thinking about the possibility that Scootaloo has suffered and that I am a victim who was forced to watch the debacherous results of these laws beyond our control and power. Luckily my frustrations are masked by my female classmates who are ready to pop at the second. Just as I imagined, shouts and screams of angers, fears, sadness, and betrayal fill the room. Shouts of various authors from Leni Zumas and Margaret Atwood were used a feminist rallying cries. But through all of the madness of the news, I take it the hardest: Could Scootaloo be in one of those contracts or is in that situation and I don’t know? How am I to… How could I even ask her given how I have been treating her with negligence and absence. I lay my head down as the imagery of the scenes hit my head and Scootaloo’s name repeats in my brain like a sadistic chant. Scoots fucked them Scoots fucked them over and over in my mind like a demon whispering in my left ear just to shake my heart. These laws and the unknown is just...mind reckoning. I know that I am not a female, but I can feel the tacit cruelty on a more emotional level. If these thoughts are true then...what will I do? How can I accept it and work from there?

The room turns into white noise as my mind wanders to those thoughts. Seeing scenarios that would make a cuckold fan proud with the unfortunate circumstances that might be true, but Scootaloo isn’t stupid or dumb. If I lose faith in my partner, then what foundation is my relationship built on? Us being athletic? Pfft. What a joke. We are together because we love each other-actually no let’s be more specific. We connect as lovers and as athletics. We push ourselves to get better and stronger. We grow together like plants, but can that last if we keep going through this current circumstance or neglect? I don’t know. I can only find out when I get the courage needed to face her, but I don’t know what the truth behind that video is.

After a while, the class ended with a sour note. The rest of the school day was a blur to me and I went home. Button had some after school studying to attend to and I was full of painful thoughts and assumptions. Now I am home and the first thing I check on is my mom. She isn’t home, so she is probably out to find a liquor store. I don’t ask questions about it because I know it will make me upset, so I cooked up some ham leftovers from earlier this week and ate it in silence. I put my plate in the sink and wash it as I see on the stove is the mailbox key. I look at it in apprehension before sighing and picking it up. I walk outside of the apartment to the attached mailbox on the right side bottom and twist the key. I reached inside for the contents to hit against cardboard. My pulse starts to race again as I take out the familiar orange box and see that it had no address or postage stamp. It is also the only thing in the mailbox and no bills or spam mail. My heart has palpitations that rock my core and I ran back inside my house to quickly rip open the package. Inside...was a white box that had a single disc inside that has no name or title. It is just like yesterday.

I fall to my ass as I look at this thing with fear. I couldn’t stomach the implications of the disc. There’s no way...no way…

I have to watch it. Otherwise...I’ll never stop being scared of it. My curiosity has won me over and I put the disc in my desktop tray. I push it in and see the video file start on my screen. I sit in my chair as the image fits the monitor.

Staying in denial...even as I see familiar purple hair...

Author's Note

I'm gonna separate the sex chapters (tapes) from the story chapters (chapters with titles) because for this project to be serious, I need to have those two on separate events. It would clog the chapter up with a lot of words and it will be too messy to edit in docs.

Also...sorry for the long year wait.

Give me pointers on any necessary edits to the story. This is gonna be my first real long project and I wanna take it seriously and learn the true meaning the word "Progression."