There are a variety of niches to fill at Canterlot High School. Most are already aware of the cliques, but there are also subsets within those groups. The Jocks, of course, have a variety of sports teams, while the Rockers range from punk to classical and everything in between, and the Dramas have any number of focuses such as fashion and performance. Of course, these sub-groups are much more fluid than the greater cliques, and one can belong to many different ones at the same time.

Sort of like how Atomic Adam, resident computer connoisseur, spends several days a week as a student assistant to the Administration Office. Once upon a time, such a decision would have been perceived as the lamest of the lame, but now? Adam is the envy of the school; and for good reason!

“Adam!” the sing-song voice of Raven calls out. The bespectacled boy is up like a shot, hurrying over to the desk where the fat-lipped secretary is already wearing her trademark grin. Forcing a smile of his own, Adam shifts his weight and tries to ignore the steady rush of blood towards his groin as the dark haired woman runs her tongue over her lower lip and gives an almost vacant stare before glancing to the door. “The Nurse just called up and said she wanted something run to a teacher. It sounds pretty important, so could you” Raven pauses a moment more and gives a teasing glance back to the boy “take care of it for me?”

“R-Right away!” Adam says with a brisk nod.

Raven smiles again, leaning forward and presenting a tight light of cleavage towards him as her sizable chest presses against her arms. “Good boy. Don’t dawdle; up and at’em.”

The secretary giggles at her own joke while Adam simply nods and hurries out to the hall. The older woman’s humor goes straight over his head, but he doesn’t mind that Raven is trying to be friendly with him. If anything, he’d like to be even friendlier with her after hearing some of the rumors about what she does to delinquent students. And Adam wouldn’t mind getting close to the Principals too, but the same could be said of every boy in school. Still, his position as an aide makes him one of the luckiest students in the school, that’s for certain.

It doesn’t strike him as the least bit bizarre to consider that his school is filled with beautiful, stacked, and incredibly easy looking women. Well, maybe a little, but why would you question why your Principal walks around with her breasts all but bursting out of her top when you could just gawk instead? These thoughts and the desire to get back to the world of the Administration office cause him to make it to the nurse’s office in short order.

“Nurse Redheart?” Adam calls out, knocking on the already open door as he glances inside. There’s a shuffling behind the curtain of the four post bed before Nurse Redheart swings her legs out, the miniature medic mincing over to the boy and looking him over once.

“You’re from the office then?” Adam nods and Redheart turns on the ball of her foot, strutting over to the desk. She rummages about for a moment before holding out a series of pamphlets. “Run these down to Harshwhinny’s class for me, would you?”

The boy gives a hesitant nod, glancing around the office again before asking, “Not to be rude, Nurse Redheart, but do you have a patient? You don’t look like you’re doing anything right now, so couldn’t you take them yourself?”

The pink-haired woman glances back at Adam for a moment, and then smirks. “Anything to get out of work; is that right?” She moves across the room at an impressive clip, hooking a finger around the boy’s signature turtleneck and forcing him down until he’s eye to eye with her. Adam gulps, trembling slightly at the rather vicious heat behind her gaze and trying very hard not to stare down at how obscenely stacked the tiny woman is. “A nurse must always be ready for a patient to arrive, that’s why I need you as a runner.”

Placing the pamphlets into his hand, Redheart releases her finger and gives him a firm pat on the cheek. “Now be a good boy and run along; I’m expecting a delivery of materials soon and I need to be good and ready to make sure they work.”

With that, the nurse shuffles back to the bed and disappears behind the curtain. A dull buzzing sound fills the air as Adam quickly turns and hurries back out into the hall, not wanting anything more to do with the tiny tyrant. The faint sound of feminine delight still reach his ears, causing the boy’s face to burn hot as he rounds the corner and moves towards his next destination.

The halls in this section of the school are most certainly girlish, hot pink walls and lockers. The floor tiles are a mix of Canterlot blue, soft purple and brilliant pink, making an unquestionably maternal mosaic pattern. Still, it’s not an especially bad look, even if it wouldn’t be Adam’s first choice. In short order, he arrives at Ms. Harshwhinny’s door and knocks twice.

After a moment it opens, and the well-built blonde on the other side glances every so slightly downward at the shorter boy. There’s an awkward silence as the two stare at one another before she finally says, as flatly as possible, “Adam.”

“H-Hello, Ms. Harshwhinny,” the boy responds with a nervous chuckle. “I, uh, have something that was asked to be delivered to you.”

The blonde releases her crossed arms, sending her bust jiggling as she reaches out a well-manicured hand. “Well why didn’t you say so? Give it over.”

“Sure,” Adam nods, handing over the pamphlets without a second thought. Ms. Harshwhinny looks them over for a moment, the brief flash of confusion quickly turning to irritation, and then anger. The glasses-wearing boy flinches, taking a step back when the stern woman’s voice suddenly stops him cold.

“Adam, what made you think delivering these was a good idea?” the blonde growls, tearing her eyes away from the paper in her hand. “Are you in on some sort of game with that half-baked tart of a nurse?”

“Game? I, I don’t-” the boy struggles as Ms. Harshwhinny’s hand comes up, shoving the pamphlets back at him. His eyes are immediately drawn to the titles, which somehow make his already light complexion pale even further as he looks over the titles.

So Your Ovaries Are About To Dry Up?
Menopause: Becoming More than Half a Woman!
The Dangers of Twerking into Your Golden Years
Famous Old Maids throughout History

“Is this funny to you?” Harshwhinny seethes, glaring at the boy. “Do you get off on taunting older women?”

Adam raises his hands and shakes his head. “No, the nurse, I mean, Nurse Redheart, she’s the one-”

“Oh, I know,” the blonde growls, “the titles made it plain enough. But my question to you is how you intend to make up for being an imbecile and actually bringing them to me!”

The boy opens his mouth to respond, but the words catch in his throat as Harshwhinny puts her palm on the wall beside his head. As he struggles for air, the older woman leans in close and takes a deep, disturbing breath. “The way I see it, I can take you back into my classroom right now and make an example of you. But I’m not so sure Administration would like that, since you’re usually a good boy.”

Pursing her lips the blonde quickly smiles, adding, “So perhaps you can help me get back at that little slut.” She rummages around in her breast pocket for a moment before pulling out a small baggie with red powder settled along the bottom. “I was planning on trying to put this in her lunch today, but this simply won’t stand. I know that cow of a boy-lover is expecting a little package soon. Sprinkle a little of this on whatever’s in the box, and we’ll be square, got it?”

It’s all Adam can do to gulp and take the bag. Ms. Harshwhinny doesn’t try to stop him as he leaves this time, smirking.

By the time the now sweaty Atomic Adam makes it back to the Administration office, he’s greeted with a cheerful wave from Raven. “Oh good, you’re back! I was afraid I was going to have to call Flitter or Cloudchaser out of class for another delivery.”

“Let me guess,” Adam wheezes as he catches his breath, “back to the Nurse’s office?”

Raven’s jaw drops. “Omigosh, how did you know that? Did you, like, hack the school or something?”

“Just a guess,” the boy manages with a weak smile before picking up the box at the end of the desk. Raven waves goodbye to him as he takes off again. However, as soon as he is out of sight of the office, Adam squats down and carefully cuts the tape enough to pour the red substance into the package. Shaking the bag twice, he drops it into a trashcan and hurries to the Nurse’s office.

“N-Nurse, Redheart,” the truly tired teen pants as he walks back into the room and places the box on her desk, “your delivery has arrived.”

 The sound of sheets ruffling reaches his ears, and Adam turns just in time to get an eyeful of the bottom half of Redheart’s rear before she manages to smooth out her obviously inadequate skirt. The tiny terror traipses over and grabs it with an excited gleam in her eyes.

“Fantastic; I’ve been waiting all day for this,” she purrs, rubbing her cheek against the corner of the cardboard box, giggling. As Adam turns to go, her voice causes him to pause. “So how did it go with Whinny?”

“She, uh, she was pretty mad,” the teen admits, earning a delighted laugh from the pink-haired nurse.

“You mean you actually gave them to her? Fantastic! Oh, lunch is going to be absolutely amazing today,” Redheart purrs, walking up behind Adam and sliding a finger up his spine. “You’re not really my type, but I wouldn’t be opposed to letting you be my gopher.” Sweating in his turtleneck, Adam tries to keep his knees from knocking together as Redheart rolls onto her toes and whispers close to his ear. “I might even let you pop in and out of my hole a few times…”

“Uh, I, uh, I already work, for the office,” he offers meekly, “So, I can’t be there and here.”

Redheart sighs, dropping back onto her heels. “I suppose. Maybe next semester then.”

Adam manages a nod and quickly hustles out of the room, leaving the nurse alone with her delivery. As he stands in the hall, hands on his knees and trying to calm down his pounding heart, he can hear dull sounds of satisfaction from beyond the wall. But suddenly-

“Mm, wh- oh, OW!” the nurse squeals. “Hot! Oh this is hot! Ah! It’s burning me up from the inside! F-Fuck! Adam! Adam get back here!”

Burying his face in his hands for a moment, Adam quickly makes his way back to the office. After all, nobody wants to find themselves stuck between Nurse Redheart and Ms. Harshwhinny for very long.