I whipped out my keys and inserted them into my family’s apartment lock as I came home from a heavy day of the young boys basketball tournament. I was wearing my team’s colors and all of my sweaty gym material because I still didn’t believe what my team had accomplished. My sports bag hung low on my right arm and I was messy as I struggled to open the door to my home. But I didn’t care as I was so excited that I could scream out into the heavens. My team, the underdog Canterlot high Blue colts is on the way to the finals.
‘I can not believe that we made it! This is still so cool!’I thought to myself
After a strong twist that made the lock mechanism groan due to its age and over usage, I pushed myself inside with a huff and push. The small apartment was dark and cluttered. The entrance hallway was full of old junk my dad loves to hoard and keep. It always made me shudder as I remember the plasticine dolls my grandma gave him and he lined them up in this very hallway. I clenched my bag very close to my body and walked through the narrow and scarce space. The clearing of the junk hallway has two more small rooms close together: My room and the kitchen that is on the right.
I look inside the kitchen to find my mom next to a bottle of her favorite glass drink and she is slumped over the table. I didn’t want to bother her and tried to sneak away, but the crunching sound of papers underneath my foot alerted her I was home.
“Rumble? Sweetie? Come here, I want to talk to you.” I heard my mom mumble through her arms. I sighed as I lowered my sports bag onto the ground and walked over to my (possibly) drunken mom. I always hated when she got drunk or would open the bottle. She doesn’t hit me or anything, but it's just a sad sight to see in a kind woman like her.
I walked over to my mom and shook her slightly on the shoulder.
“Mom. You ok? You need some water or something?” I asked as she lifted her head and looked at me with reddened eyes.
“That’s not why I called you over Rumble. I wanted to hear how the game went.” My mom said in a strained voice of false happiness. I grimaced slightly at her trying to sound confident and happy for me.
“Well… IT WENT GREAT! You should have seen my team! We were dunking and slamming and shooting! We were like savages!” I said with my honest excitement. I did hand motions and body motions alongside my words.
My mom giggled at my expense. “Congratulations dear. I am very proud that you have been doing your part in achieving your dreams. Why, I bet you must be the talk of the class by now! Next stop is autographs and endorsements.” Mom lifted her up even more and placed her calloused hand on my face. Her hair has turned a light hue of gray-ish peach over the years. Her face still had a strong 20 year old look even though she is in her late 40s.
Mom continued with her sentence. “When I was your age, I was going to be an actress and the talk of the town myself you know. I'm going to marry a star and all of these aspirations...but well..” My mom solemnly stopped and I became downcast myself. She has always told me why she stopped pursuing her dreams and why dad..
“So have you told Scootaloo yet?”
My heart quickly skipped a beat at the mention of my girlfriend’s name.
“What is with that random question mother?!” I said in distress as I slightly backpedalled. My mom placed a hand on her mouth and gave me a look of shock and surprise.
“..You haven’t told her haven’t you? Rumble, she should have been the first to know or.. Was she at the game today?” My mom asked me questioningly as I gave her a face.
“No mom… I didn’t.” I said as I started to go to my room. My mother didn’t say another word as she saw me leave the kitchen.
Memories of our last conversation surfaced in my head 6 months back. I remembered telling Scootaloo that I needed to focus on playing basketball and that I couldn’t hang out with her for a while. Then I think back to our argument 2 weeks ago about how I don’t pay attention to her like I used to and that she thinks I stopped loving her. I placed a hand on my cheek as I remember the sting from the slap from that day when I only replied with the most cheesy line I could think of.
“I am doing this for you” I said as I hitched a breath as I reached my room door.
It's not like I have any choice besides basketball Scootaloo. I need the scholarships for college. I remember back to the same excuse I use time and time again as I keep reaffirming my goals and objectives. These thoughts reached a crescendo as I opened my room door.
My room was a littered mess of basketball paraphernalia, exercise equipment, my cheap PC, and the RickenbackerTM 4003 my bastard of a brother left me when he bailed. I inhaled the musky scent of my room from all of the magazines and used sports catalogues as I walked inside my room; the same floorboards creaked underneath my feet as I dropped my bag and went to my bed to lay down. As soon as I reached my bed however, I found a strange brown cardboard box just sitting on top of my pillow.
“That wasn’t there before.” I said as I lifted the box up to see if it was a mailed package or something. It has no address, stamp, or PO box number. Upon closer examination, the box only had the wording of “T #1” in bold marker. My first instinct is going to my mom and asking her if this was hers or my dads.
“Hey mom. Why is this box here?” I asked my mom as I saw her putting the bottle back in the cupboard with the other dishes. I saw her look at the package in my hand and she said that she found it on the ground outside. We have a small conversation about the box, but she basically says that neither her or my old man ordered anything to be delivered to them so that naturally pointed to me. I had multiple questions to ask her about this suspicious box, but her being in an inebriated state meant that I wasn’t going to get anywhere with this conversation. So with no real answer as to what this could be, I just left on my computer desk as I went back and closed the door. To be safe, I even asked the dark side of “Askit” the chances of me getting a bomb in the mail was. The community answered and said that, well for lack of a better term, I would have been “blown to mercury” if my mom or I so much as moved the box roughly. I am relieved as I did snatch off of my bed without caution earlier, but my concerns made me wonder what could be inside if it isn’t a bomb? I shook my head and let my mind drift to the thoughts of my girlfriend and painfully reflect on how our relationship has been strained by my over ambition. I take these woeful thoughts with me to my dreams.
I wake up with a drowsy expression in the darkness of my room. I groan as my arm is extremely numb due to the weird position I slept in. I looked over to my alarm clock and saw that the time was 3:05 am.
‘Damn. I must have slept for 9 total hours. God my body feels achy’ I thought as I got up and went to the kitchen for a small snack to put on my stomach. After I snuck back into my room, I checked my phone for any notifications. No new messages and no missed calls. I went scrolling through my contacts until I stopped at her name on my ‘S’ name list.
The same feeling of my heart pounding came back as I am met with a sense of dread and guilt. “I ignored her for half a year.. I don’t know how I can look or casually call her without sounding weird or like a dick” I monologed in the dark as I lamented my selfish actions. My thumb was trembling as the phone icon seemed like miles away but so close that it was almost intimate. I rub my eyes with my other hand and found small crumbs of eye crust all around the eye. I must have been crying in my sleep.
“Not that it would surprise me” I chuckle as I returned to looking at her name and phone image.
Seconds turned to minutes as I glanced at my phone’s clock to see that it's now 3:45 in the morning. I sighed as I opened up a text window and sent her a text about the big game today and the bigger game later.
Hey Scoots, I know it's been awhile and we have been… look we beat the shit out of Griffiondale today and we are going to the regional’s final set in B-ball. I know we have been going through a hard patch because of my training but...I don’t know what I can say or do to explain my emotions about our last fight. You being silent and avoiding me hurts and...I want to know what I can do to fix this.
I finished the text and sent it. After about 5 minutes, I wish I hadn’t because it sounds lame.
I shook my head wildly as I exclaimed and flopped back on my bed. I have no idea how a simple ‘I’m sorry’ could explain my neglect. I told her the truth as to why I did what I did: I need the sports scholarship to go to college. I repeat myself time and time again thinking it is just but..
I look at the box sitting on my computer desk in the blue moonlight. I got up from my bed and went to the package and lifted it up to my face. I shake the computer mouse to activate my screen for a light source and I sit at my computer desk with the box. I don’t know why I am even looking at the object, I was afraid that it was a bomb but the knowledge of “Askit” saved my fears for something more real. However, why was this at my house? This question led me to opening the package slowly and checking inside the box for its contents.
I pulled a disc case that was wrapped up in protective foam. Whoever sent this to me must have wanted this object to make it safely to its recipient. I took off the foam wrapping and looked at the disc more diligently. The disc seems to be a DVD with the words “Play me” on the front. That is such a freaking cliche.
“What is this..” I trailed off as I put the dvd in the slot on my PC.
The DVD loaded itself up and a video media tab opened up automatically. I grabbed my earbuds and plugged myself in as I sat down to watch whatever this video is. The length is about 2 minutes long and the thumbnail is the classic 3 second countdown. I sat down in my chair and clicked the play button as the seconds slowly beeped to the video.
The first scene I saw was small static and jittery movement until the camera settled on two people with their heads out of the shot: There was a man who was rubbing on a woman who was seated in front of him and the woman was clenching her legs with her hands kinda tightly. So tight that I can see the wrinkles on her pants. The female was wearing black button shirt-of which the guy is unbuttoning-and pants as I mentioned earlier. However, there was something familiar to this girl and her figure. Her body seemed...kinda like…
“Ahh! I can’t wait to play with you.”
“Oh man! Look at her face! She is so pissed at us!”
“That’s funny given the circumstances she is in” Three independant voices spoke out.
The man unbuttoning the girl got to the last button and ripped it, her unrestricted shirt open and revealed her bra and brown skin. Her bra was a dark sports bra and her tits were pretty big and her stomach was flat. However.. The camera moved and my eyes opened wide.
This was no random girl that was a small time pornstar, no…
This was..
“Scootaloo?” I whispered in the dark as the scene continued. The man behind her, molesting her, was wearing a weird long nosed mask that made him look like a jackass. As for Scoots, her face was twisted and angry as she looked away in defiance. Her face was flushed and she is obviously hating every moment of this rough treatment. The man behind her started to grab her boobs roughly as he started to grip them through her bra. Scootaloo gasped out as the man behind her had his fun.
“She has some pretty big tits eh?”
“I wonder if she is expecting..”
“Nah that can’t be true. I mean she doesn’t have a boyfriend does she?”
“Well why don’t we ask her?” The voices from random sources all agreed as the man behind her stopped his rubbing and looked at her.
“Do you have a boyfriend Scootaloo~?” The man behind her said in a sickeningly cheery voice.
Scootaloo looked at the man over her shoulder and spat in his face. The spit hits his mask and the man doesn’t even flinch. Laughter came out from all around the room and the man behind her asked again.
Only this time, his hands were on her pants and his upper body revealed to be naked. He has titties which means he is older than Scootaloo. My shock turned into anger and disgust as I can only watch this scene unfold before my eyes. I see Scootaloo scowl and look away from the man again.
“Say it!!” was yelled very loudly and I recoiled at the strength of the voice in my earbuds as the sound was like a dagger to tight flesh. The man who has his hands on Scootaloo’s pants began to slowly rip the pants open in half with just his bare strength. Scootaloo looked down and was surprised and stricken with fear.
“Please! Don’t do that! I will do anything! Don’t!” Never in my life have I heard one of the strongest girls I know cry in fear of something more painful than death to women. I gripped my sides as I bit my lip. The part that sucks is that I have no idea where this is or at. The background was taped up with black tape and coverings. The only part that had some color was the bed Scootaloo and the masked man was sitting on. The man continued to slowly rip her pants open as Scootaloo’s underwear was starting to show.
“Say it!” Repeated again by what I can assume is the masked man tormenting her.
Scootaloo sniffed as she whispered something that sounded like my name, but the man slapped her thigh as he said ‘To the camera like you mean it.’
I saw Scootaloo look at the camera with tears streaming across her face and she said in a strong tone.
“Rumble is my boyfriend! So please don’t do thi-” Another thigh slap as the man shused her.
“Good girl.. You deserve a reward for doing what you were told. Oni! Come over here and give Scootaloo her reward~” The man let’s go of my girlfriend and leaves the shot. I saw that he was wearing some shorts and was sporting an erection from the sexual harassment of my girlfriend. I wanted to bash the fucking computer screen, but I held my anger as the next guy should be entering the shot soon.The guy who enters is much skinnier than the previous man. He, much like the man before him, had a mask on as well. This one looked like a Hanna mask my anime friend Button tells me about.
This guy however had a massive difference from the previous asshat.
This ‘Oni’ was completely nude and his dick was standing strong at attention. He came to Scootaloo’s left side and presented his cock to her face. Scootaloo screamed as she lost her composure and tried to run away, but the man from earlier re-entered the shot and grabbed hold of her again. He slapped her across the face and gripped her hands behind her back. She was then forced to look at this man with his cock in her face as the masked asshole continued to taunt her and issue warnings.
“Your reward is to my cock Scootaloo. You should know what will happen if you don’t please us” The skinny man pointed to an unseen area off of the camera screen and Scootaloo looked at it. I don’t know what’s happening, but Scootaloo immediately changed her attitude as she saw whatever it was in the corner. She then looked at the man and then to the cock dangling from her face and she…
“Scoots.. Please don’t!” I said out loud to myself to no one once again as I saw an image I thought I would never have to see.
Scootaloo licked the underside of this man’s dick in small testing licks. I can hear him groan and gasp as her tongue looks at the glands on his shaft. I continued to bite my lips so hard that it drew blood. I can taste the iron liquid as the scene continues.
Scootaloo clenched her eyes as tears fell down her face and she kept licking this man’s cock. The man placed his hands on her purple hair and lifted her off of him. The man behind Scootaloo let’s go and moves away as the skinny guy pushes her on the bed and rips the remainder of Scootaloo’s already ripped pants.
“NO! PLease! This wasn’t part of the deal! Please don’t touch me! That’s not for you!! Help me!!” Scootaloo screamed as the Oni kept doing his hellish deed.
“If you fucked her through the front, that will be 500,000 dollars Oni.”
“I don’t care! I will pay whatever it takes!” The man replied.
‘This can’t be happening!’ I thought in desperation.
I find myself gripping the computer screen in fear and anger at the situation my girlfriend is in. She is about to be… She is about to be…
I scrambled to get my phone and tried to dial ‘911’ as the scene continued in the background. I tremble-y eyed the number and was about to press call, but something stopped me. A thought in the back of my mind stopped me from pressing the number.
What if this is just a bad nightmare? Something I dreamt up to punish myself for neglecting my girlfriend for 6 months?
I was distracted by these thoughts as a loud scream came into my earbuds and I looked back at the screen. The man from earlier was deep inside Scootaloo as he started to hump wildly with reckless abandon. I saw small traces of virgin’s blood spray around his cock as he gave Scootaloo the in-out. My face twisted in a wordless expression of pain and hurt. Tears leaked from my eyes as the screams and pleas from my girlfriend filled my earbuds. The camera angle wasn’t giving me much visual on Scootaloo’s face, but that slowly changed as the camera was picked up by someone behind it.
“Hey. Come get a look at this slut’s face!” Oni grunted as he continued his deed.
The camera showed Scootaloo’s face and her eyes were rolling up in her head, her face was flushed, and her tongue was hanging out of her mouth. Her breasts move back and forth with each thrust of his hips and Scootaloo shudders with the sensation with each passing repetition. Scootaloo looks at the camera and her eyes grow big as she tries to cover her eyes from the lens. However the damage to me was done as I saw my girlfriend’s face in a mixed and twisted sense of pleasure. I stood up from the chair and looked into the screen.
“Oh come on now! Surely you want to show your boyfriend your cock face!” The big-nosed mask guy from earlier said as he removed her hands from her face and she closed her eyes as she cried.
“Oh I am cumming you slut! I’m gonna release inside of you!” Oni said as he hilts himself deep into Scootaloo and came. Scootaloo screamed in a grossly lewd fashion as she was being polluted with this asshole’s filthy sperm. I could only watch in horror as this scene played out to the final scene. The last 5 seconds was with Scootaloo saying to the camera the most ominous message I choose not to hear or remember, but my mind will be haunted by its implications.
“Rumble...It’s not true...It’s not real..I’m sorry..” Scootaloo said as the camera phased out in static and my mind went blank.
Author's Note
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Author's Note
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Salute to anyone who can spot references to some hentai in this chapter. Guess the right one and I might feature your OC and a promotion in my army.
Tape #2
The black screen on my computer stays for about 6 seconds. No intro to it’s contents. I watch from my seat as I feel sweat falling from my forehead and onto the desk. I am just a mess of nerves and fear of what could be on this next tape. I am praying that the last one is just a sick coincidence of another girl who looks like Scootaloo. There’s no way that it could be her again right?
As soon as the video turns on, I turn white.
In the scene, Scootaloo is gagged with a ball of something. It looks like some kind of cloth, but her display on the screen is anything but decent: Her legs were over her shoulders and is tied down with something sturdy; her nipples has clamps on them, they are small but they don’t look comfortable; her body has writing on it with some kind of marker. Her stomach has the words “Human livestock” written on it, her left leg has two arrows pointing at her pussy stuffed with a dildo, and her right leg has one arrow and the bottom sentence of “pregnancy hole.”
I cringe in disgust at the obvious perversion to provoke me. It’s too cringy and dumb that it has to be. To exert their control over my mind and heart by this act of debauchery, but it works. I feel my heart thumping in my chest as I grow angry at the screen. My hands clench so damn hard that they are trembling. I feel my breath turn shallow as I see the girl on the screen again. I almost didn’t believe it is Scootaloo even though the woman on the screen is alarmingly similar, but there is one detail that immediately tells me that it is Scoots.
A scar on in-between her breasts.
I jump out of my seat in shock as despair starts to flood my mind. I feel cold and helpless as I just want to cry and scream and break my damn computer screen. 2 years ago, Scootaloo told me about an embarrassing story of when she was born. She had some kind of chest condition that was similar to a tumor, but not cancerous. It was like an enlarged mold in the middle of her chest. Her parents paid for an operation on the condition and it worked, but it left a huge scar in the middle of her chest. Scoots referred to her “Amazon scar” to show off her inner warrior spirit, but the truth is that she thought it made her look ugly and undesirable. Like she was never gonna be attractive to a man or as she called it: “A sexy snack to her hungry man.”
Now it stands as to who this person is (wink wink). I feel sick to my stomach as I start to wonder a million things in a second. Emotions of sadness, disappointment, rage, and fear all switching in moments as I look on. I didn’t even have a moment to breathe before the men in masks from before entering the frame.
“Yo! Rumble! I hope you enjoy tonight’s special act because it is all for your pleasure. As you can see, we had to tie this wriggling bitch down and shut her the fuck up. Her panties made for the perfect gag.” The man wearing a pig mask says as he lowers to her body and slaps her clamped breasts. A shriek of pain came from Scootaloo as the man keeps slapping her breasts as he talks.
“Just look at this plump and lewd body. Made perfectly for some rough-ass sex. Being gentle is just a great disservice to what she really wants.” The pig mask says as he grabs Scoots panties in her mouth and removes them. “Right Scootaloo?”
Scootaloo spits in his face in disdain. “Fuck you! You fucking pervert!” Pig mask stops for a second before wiping the spit off of his mask and standing up in silence. He moves over to Scootaloo’s exposed form and lowers himself in front of her. Scootaloo starts to thrash as looks at him in anger.
“What the fuck are you-MMphaa!!” Scootaloo moans out as the man stands up and turns to the screen. He shows his covered hands are seeping with liquid. It doesn’t take a virgin to know what that liquid is. He turns to Scootaloo and shows it to her.
“I’m the fucking pervert? Who is the one who is leaking pussy juice like a damn gusher? Who is the one who is moaning when I slapped your plump tits? You calling me a pervert? Bitch please…” Pig man finishes as he claps his hands and a new person enters the room.
My eyes open in shock as I see his cock. It is unnaturally long for a person(chances are that it was surgically modified) and this man is big. Like he is huge. Easily 6’5” or above in height. His body looks a bit pudgy in his tight body suit, but the size of him and his cock is intimidating to say the least. Scootaloo visibly turns red as she starts to thrush in her binds and attempts to move away from the man. Luckily for them, she is perfectly stuck. The man does not even have a mask on, he is just covered in a skin tight bodysuit from head to toe. How he can see is a bit of a mystery, but it isn’t really important. His hands are humongous in the shot even with the distance from the camera.
“This man’s name is Jeremy. I do hope you don’t mind, but he is socially awkward and has never been with a girl. Before we found him at the gym, he was the biggest investor in tissues and lotion at his local general store. So I felt so bad for him that I decided to pay him to come here with me today...and in exchange, all he had to do was take a few pills for me.” Pig mask says as he pats this man’s back.
“Wa-wait! What pills?”
“Oh nothing...Just some sexual performance enhancers, steroids, and serotonin boosters.” Pig Mask says as he walks over to Scootaloo’s front and takes out the dildo, a spray of Scootaloo’s arousal flies towards the camera and stains the lens.
“Oh and to add...he hasn’t masturbated in..how long was it?” Pig mask asks the tall guy as the man lowered his head to whisper. Pig mask giggles as turns to the camera lens again.
“Damn. A whole month. Guess that’s what happens when men lose hope on trying to find some real pussy and fail. Their feelings get hurt and they give up on the hand..but thanks to you Rumble, my disadvantaged friend here is gonna be learning a ‘tight’ experience. And for someone roided up, I am surprised he is waiting this we-”
“Ruagmm!!” The tall man shove Pig mask aside as he goes straight to Scootaloo’s pussy, almost tipping over the camera in the process. Pig mask lands on the ground on his ass as the tall man roughly grabs Scootaloo’s legs for support. As he positions himself in front of Scoots, his back covers up the rest of everything else. Scootaloo screams as she yells threats and slurs as he stands in the way of the camera.
Don’t fucking TOUCH ME YOU MMMPH!! Fuck you...Fuck you!” Scootaloo yells and the towering man groans like an animal.
“Oops. Almost forgot to show the main viewer the scenery.” Pig mask says he runs over to the camera and picks it up. Walking to the side to show me what is going on. The scene looks like something out of a hentai, I can’t make this up. His cock bulging inside of Scootaloo’s belly as he thrusts back and forth with absolute vigor. Scootaloo is a mess on the other hand. Her hair is messy, her tongue is out, her eyes are not focused, and she is just being used as an oversized masturbation doll. I couldn’t look at her face, but the camera purposefully panned on her face making it a perfect frame. The details on Scoot's face are something I didn’t wanna see. She looks like she is in pain, but the pleasure sounds coming from her mouth makes it hard to tell the difference. I hear a few more grunts in the background as a familiar phrase is said. Pig mask yells at him.
“Pull out!! PULL out!!!” Pig mask demands and the man does. He cums thick shots all over Scootaloo’s abdomen and sighs a bit. The mess left on Scootaloo is like someone spilled milk on her. Thick globs of sperm that isn’t even rolling off of her round stomach is the scene no man wants to see on his girlfriend. I feel sick to my stomach as the scene is too much for me man.
“The first shot must always be on the outside. Best to show the man at home just what is going into his girl, right?” Pig mask said in a sadistic manner that made the scene feel like a personal jab at me. Towering man turns his covered face to the camera for a few seconds before Pig mask speaks up.
“Yes. You can fuck for as long as you want Jeremy..and Scootaloo?” Pig mask says with a sadistic tone.
“Be grateful and don’t waste any of Jeremy’s sperm...or next time there will be hell to pay~”
Towering man roars at this and puts himself inside of Scootaloo. Scootaloo at this point is silent, but after a few more hard humps, she is screaming from the reaction. Her breasts erotically shake and jiggle as the clamps swing like loose earrings with the motions. Her fit body slightly jiggled from the force of this guy humping into her. She is yelling out slurs and promising threats that fall on death’s ears. She is nothing but a fuck toy to this man who wants to experience the feelings only a woman can provide.
After a few rounds on her pussy, the man wanted to taste more of Scootaloo’s body. He goes to her face and forces her small mouth open to accompany his cock. Practically shoving his dick in her throat as he fucks it without remorse. Multiple times Scootaloo gagged and choked, but Jeremy would stop for a second and continue. The image of his dick slightly bulging her throat made the scene even more disturbing. The intensity is not something Scootaloo is used to and it becomes evident after his orgasm. The man effectively hilts himself in her throat and cums. Scootaloo thrashes in her bounds but no effort is rewarded. After the man finishes, he quickly exits her throat and watches. Pig mask laughs as he watches as well. A few seconds of painful silence, Scootaloo burps, but in a nauseous way. A few more burps before she vomits heavily on herself and the bed she is on. Pig mask laughs as he sees the disgusting scene, the towering man named Jeremy is still. I am so angry that I want to scream but the sound is silent. Jeremy moves onto Scootaloo again after she stabilizes. Hungry for more of her bodily patronage.
The screams, moans, and grunts continue to play out as this man fucks Scootaloo. Shots of his large dick entering Scootaloo’s pussy from different angles flow on my screen as the pig mask continues to record and find new angles. The towering man cumming repeatedly inside Scootaloo until he is satisfied; grunts and roars from exertion piled up until he came one last time after 6 and stayed as he fills Scootaloo’s insides up. Her belly looks like she is pregnant and her face is indescribable. Her eyes have no focus and the will to fight is gone in them. I held my breath as the scene played out. The man withdraws himself from her vagina and after a second. Thick milky glue-like cum oozes out of Scootaloo’s abused pussy. Her legs squirming as the aftermath of the event fully registers on her nerves. The scene cuts to black and I am stuck with my hands clenching my head. It was actually Scootaloo and she...was….no. It can’t be…
I didn’t get a second to think on it however..because my phone starts to buzz. I grab it from the desk I am sitting at to see who messaged me and when I saw it. My heart stops again.
hey
A message from Scootaloo.
A day we live in infamy (Chapter 1)
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."
