Rock Bottom & Upward

Lavender Dream was at her locker collecting the materials needed for her Calculus class when she spotted the mares from the school's Buck-ball team. Inwardly moaning, these six mares bullied the few Threstralian citizens harshly. Slamming into locker a voice sweet as honey and laced with an edge as bitter as vinegar can be heard. "Oh my goddesses! What the hell are you wearing? Like, that perfume smells like shit." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that they were rummaging through her saddlebag. The Buck-ball jocks had shown up by this point and things got worse.

"Threstrals stay up late right? Like...all night? Why don't you come to one of the after-parties after one of our games and provide......entertainment?" Lavender contemplated using the small thrusters built into cyborg legs to push the mare pinning her to her locker into the locker opposite of her own.

"Hey! Cactus Rose! Why don't you leave my friend alone! She's half your size in weight damn it!" She knew that voice, it was Blueblood then a few more voices rang out.

"Don't you jocks have.......I don't know......practice to get to or something? Or would you rather get cut from the team because you shoved a girl around." Fleur-de-lis was present and she heard the smart-ass edge oozing like cream from a cream filled pastry.

"I will give two seconds to let her go.....or I tell her to tear into you; I know that she has the aggression and will power to end all twelve of you." Dessert Storm was here and she barely saw Sassy Saddle smirking.

"Fuck it! Lavender give 'em a taste of what you're capable of doing." Lavender initiated the thrusters and slammed Cactus Rose into the opposite locker and then launched foward and nailed the nearest jock in the nose. That procedure ended with Lavender getting tackled by two stallions while a third began to slam hooves into her. Blueblood sprung into action, he nailed the jock delivering blows in balls, the other two he kicked in the abdomen.

"No one hits my mare! Ever!" Lavender crumpled to the floor and she heard the words getting harsher and more insulting.

"That Threstral is only good for the bedroom and miniscual tasks Blueblood! The Threstral whore bit me."

"Cactus Rose, if she bit you? Where is the blood? Lavender Dream is no whore, if anything she's more of a lady than you are!"

"Blueblood darling........you're just saying that because she sleeps with you. My family had a Threstral once a d he kept trying to get in bed with me, my sister, my mother; so we had to put his employment on ice. Besides that little cunt doesn't deserve to be in this university with our breed of good blood and money."

"Insult her one more time and I swear I will let her beat the shit out of you.....you arrogant, stuck up, better than you piece of crap you call a lady."

"Blueblood, I am better than her!" Lavender glared, the malice spewed from those elegant teal eyes, and those light pink lips that adorned Cactus Rose. "She is just cheap thrills Blueblood, I'd wager that in a few months she will be carrying your child in her. Most families get their sons a female personal servant that usually entails sex....or has she not been instructed yet?"

"Lavender.......have some fun!" Lavender didn't need to be asked twice, she tackled Cactus Rose and went for those beautiful eyes and and landed her hoof in one of them. Another hoof found its mark in the rose colored lips.

Cactus Rose flapped her wings uselessly as Lavender used her own and her thrusters to grind her antagonist along the hallway floor. "Never call me a whore again!" Lavender saw a hoof going for her face, so she went instinctively for the shoulder and bit down. Screaming was high pitched and by now the principle showed up and separated the pair and summoned everyone to his office and parents were called. After getting dismissed from the office and after only being back for a week from her two week suspension she was assigned to cleaning detail at the school.

Cactus Rose and her goon squad of thirteen mares walked up to Lavender as she was cleaning a display case. "You missed a spot cunt." one mare stated and slapped Lavender on the back of her head. At this point Cactus Rose began to notice that Lavender had been crying.

"Okay girls bug off, I want to talk to the threstral alone." The mares shuffled off except for two, one called Lilly Joy and the other - Sunflower. "Okay Lavender spill it - are we hitting personal chords that bring back memories from you past?" Lavender nodded and began to cry even more. "You have my word........whatever dignity and honor I've got left....we will only jab 'insults' and jokes that don't cut so deep." Lavender couldn't help but lean into Cactus Rose and cry. Her worst pain was to occur later that day.

The sport jocks went to tell their coach that they were pulled from the next three games....the most important games of the season. They found Lavender cleaning the cafeteria and decided to retaliate. Lavender became aware that she wasn't alone. Her left wing was ripped out of joint suddenly and grimacing a hoof slammed into her rib cage and a couple of ribs felt like they snapped. Defenseless she did her best to block the blows she received. She was a bruised bloodied mess, her cyborg health monitor wasn't shutting up. It was complaint about her broken ribs, and kept count of her bruises and cuts and her concussion she received from when the six stallions slammed her head into a a table edge. She did her best to text Blueblood but it looked like jibberish when she sent it. Suddenly magic engulfed the stallions and hurled them across the cafeteria. The principle was called and he was furious. Lavender cried into the shoulder of Sassy Saddle while Blueblood dealt blows up to the point when the principle had shown up.

Blueblood thanked Sassy Saddle who had to take leave for a foal-sitting gig. "I got you Lavender you can tell me what they said later."

"They called me all sorts of things and said they wanted to do things to me. Why am I causing your family name such disgrace? I've been in more fights now than when I was in grade school.

"Ponies react badly sometimes when they meet someone different than them." Without thinking, Blueblood planted a gentle peck on Lavender's cheek and gently lifted her from the floor and escorted her to the nurse's station for a check over. "By the way cupcake........your spelling needs help." Lavender raised a Hoof to jab him but it hurt too much to do so, so she stuck her tongue out at him.

"So.........were onto nicknames now? Can't wait to hear what your mare-friend has to say." Blueblood just then realized what his passed actions implicated and he knew his family will be hearing about it at dinner that night.