LST - Heretic (unfinished)

>BRRRIIINNG
>The earsplitting bell marks the end of the day at Canterlot High.
>With a sigh, you shuffle out of Astronomy and down the hall toward your locker, every step weighed heavy by Friday fatigue.
>Your hand slips into your pocket to grasp the one thing that tethers your sanity in place among the chaos of high school life, your iPod.
>Making a quick selection on it and adjusting your glasses, your mind slips off to a better place as the sound of fabric in the wind fills your ears.
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=usPqh66pQaA
>It’s just your luck that your last class of the day is on the polar opposite side of the school than the senior lockers.
>After ten long minutes weaving through students and faculty, you finally reach the final destination.
>As you spin the knob on your lock and the song fades to silence, the owner of the neighboring locker steps up to open it.
>Expecting, maybe secretly hoping for, a conversation, you pause your music.
>”How was Starswirl’s class today, Anon?”
>Turning to gaze at the girl you’ve liked since fourth grade and taking a quick second to discreetly admire those emerald eyes, you answer.
”Just as always. He’s convinced he’s discovered some entirely new star pattern, and that it’ll earn him a place in the annals of science history.”
>”And?”
”It’s just the Big Dipper.”
>She giggled.
>You loved it when she did that.
>”Ah’m just glad Ah took Ag Science. Check this out!”
>Applejack waved a test inches from your face.
>It took a moment to focus on the score, but when you did, you were shocked.
>AJ was more of a common sense girl than a bookworm, barely maintaining her B average through sheer hard work.
>But the 103% she was waving in front of you couldn’t have been faked.
>”Ah got every single one, Anon. Even the bonus question!”
“Well done! You worked really hard for that. I wish I had a cinch subject too.”
>Beta reply, you thought, kicking yourself internally.
>”Thanks, Anon, but it’s just a result of life on the farm and your help, of course!”
>The perfect balance of virtues, proud in her success, but quick to make excuses when complements start coming, even though you never helped her in Ag Science.
>”Say Anon, that reminds me. You were lookin’ for a job, right? You should give us a hand at the farm! We’d really appreciate the help, and pay you fair, of course.”
>You paused to think.
>A job on the farm.
>”It’ll help ya get in shape, so you don’t slouch so much!”
>A job with lots of animal shit everywhere, a ton of heavy lifting to be done in filthy places, and probably a 10-12 hour work day.
>A job with, no for, Applejack.
>Sold.
>As you made to answer her, another calling voice pulled her attention away from you.
>”Applejack, darling, come on! Rainbow’s going stir crazy!”
>”Oh, Ah almost forgot! Ah’m goin’ to the new Daring Do movie with the gals! Here, take mah number, so when you figure whether you want the job or not, you can text me.”
>Now’s your chance!
>Pulling out your phone, and trying not to appear too eager, you exchange numbers.
>Just as she stored her phone in her bag, Rarity came over to hurry up her friend.
>”Honestly! What is keeping you! Oh, hello Anonymous!”
>She smiled earnestly at you, her eyes running over your body.
>She addressed you again as Applejack hurled her books into her bag, eager to leave for the weekend.
>”You seriously need a makeover Anonymous. Round frames are so three years ago. You need small, rectangular ones, some less baggy clothes and posture training. I’ve been talking to Rainbow Dash, and she’d be willing to give you some personal fitness training, so you can lose some weight. You are a handsome young man, Anonymous. Let us help you take full advantage of it. I know some ladies who’d be positively dying to be with you!”
>Unnoticed by you, AJ blushed heavily.
“Thanks, Rarity, but I think I’ll pass this time.
>”Don’t hesitate to ask. After all, you’ve been so kind to us, what with the homework help for Rainbow and Applejack, not to mention the delivery you helped me make. Anyway, we must be going, goodbye Anon.”
>”Goodbye, sugarcube.”
>Watching their backs, as they walked off through the thinning crowd, you laughed to yourself.
“Oh, but I’ve already lost that weight, Rarity.”
>For most of your high school career, you had been a short, overweight “nice guy.”
>But since your old man had introduced you to “the noble sport,” boxing, last spring you had shed pretty much all of that fat and built a pretty nice body for yourself, and you had gained a good six inches over the summer.
>You looked damn good naked.
>Rarity certainly thought so three weeks ago, when she was taken by your persona of the night, the Heretic.
>She never recognized you.
>It’s surprising what standing up tall, being 20 pounds less than expected and having contacts can do for you.
>Or maybe it was the fact that by the time you shed your hood, she only had about a minute to place your face before she got distracted by the best sexual treatment of her 18 year life.
>The image of the hot blush on her cheeks as your fingers primed her inner walls followed by your tongue and finally your cock surfaced in your mind as you returned to filling your backpack.
>Luckily school was over you thought, noticing the growing bulge in your pants.
>It’s been a long three weeks, and you’re feeling the Heretic is ready to strike again.
>But who this time?
>This question occupies you all the way to your car.
>Dropping your pack in the back seat and sitting in the driver’s seat, you reach to plug your iPod into the stereo.
>Before starting it up, though, you ran your hands along the wheel, mind lost to the earlier dilemma.
>Crucial factors for a potential pick-up included how close you were to the person involved, the convenience of the pick-up and the personality of the individual under pressure, not to mention the possibility that you’ll be recognized by the individual in question.
>You hadn’t considered belligerence before snatching up Rainbow, and barely getting a word in edgewise through the insults and threats during most of Phase 1.
>Fortunately, none had even given you a suspicious glance, and you were confident enough in your daily disguise that no one would connect the dots.
>You start the car’s ignition, shifting into reverse and pulling from the spot.
>Cloudchaser?
>Who?
>Derpy?
>You shudder.
>Vinyl?
>The dubstep girl? Maybe.
>Maybe tonight wasn’t the night for the Heretic.
>This time, your libido kicks you internally, and you reapply yourself.
>Every few moments, your mind came to the perfect solution, and you cast it away.
>The theater was close to your house.
>No, brain.
>You were closer to her than any other female non-family member.
>Please brain, stop it.
>She could be belligerent during Phase 1.
>Thanks, brain.
>But with all the hype the Heretic is receiving among the girls at school, she may be just intrigued enough to go along with it.
>Fuck you, brain.
>It was settled.
>Tonight would be her night, and you were gonna give a damn good performance.
>Thinking of how Applejack may react, and the initial reaction of all the girls, you make your selection and drive off toward home.
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6V6UvhVXruE