Alpha as Fuck, Conditions Apply (Nolan North/Saints Bro)

 Rarifag !SUnseTkZE. presents:

>Be Nolan North
    >Be 17 years young, in the current Senior class at Canterlot High
    >Your interests include bike riding, snowboarding with Dad, driving in your BMW, (suck it Brad) finding out just where the hood is at, fucking bitches, taking streets for the Row, and somehow you find the time to get money
    >Fucking school really puts a damper on things
    >At least the girls are pretty
    >And Norman's there
    >Oh yeah, Norman, you like him. He's a cool cat.
    >A real brother
    >Like, really, your brother
    >Be walking into school
    >School's more focused on careers like a tech school, so there's a good amount of free time for you to fuck around
    >Gives Norman more time to flirt with his ladyfriend
    >Cute white girl with some scarce hairstyle
    >She's really into fashion and is actually GOOD at aesthetics and fabric-weaving
    >What an elusive quality
    >Either way, she's got ass for days that you can't lay a finger on because Norman's your bro and you'd never do that to him
    >He's had it hard enough with his skin color
    >Like, you still think he's a racist-ass honky but fuck it, at least he can dance
    >Be sitting in the courtyard, listening to the incessant ramblings of your peers
    "...Pinkie REALLY outdid herself this time around"
    "Oh really?"
    "The frosting inside looked like it was made of gems! I have no idea how she does it"
    "You know, I can bake"
    "Really?"
    >Smirk
    >Turn around
    "The last time I saw that you'd baked, I remember that a certain special plant was involved"
    >That glare could curdle milk
    >Eugh, time to go
    >Get up, walk back inside
    >Wink, wave, and share salutations with a lot of the passing girls
    >Look up at the ceiling in thought
    >"This place is loaded with chicks like my dad's gatt is loaded with bullets"
    >"If Norman can find a lady, then I sure as fuck can"
    >Look left, look right
    >WhereTheWomenAt.png
    >You can't just have ANY girl, you gotta have the cream of the crop, a real queen bee
    >Walk to the cafeteria
    >A flash of Red, Yellow, and sexy black leather pops out

>Sunset Shimmer sits across the room, a few friends surround her
>Creme de la creme most indeed
>Brad isn't dating her anymore, you remember
>"Maybe she's still feeling down about the breakup"
>Do a quick scan of the room
>After all, there are plenty of fish in the sea
>Fishwoman, fishwoman, no boobs, no ass, manly farmer-girl, weird new purple girl, nerdy chick...
>Shrug
>Walk across the lunchroom
>Your Game is on
>Your words are sharp
>It's time to make some panties drop
>She notices you walking towards her
>Eyebrow cocked, her gaze follows your delicious purple-clad bod
>yeah, you work out
>...on the weekends
>Sit down in the empty chair next to her
"Hey there Sunset"
"Uh, hi"
>She waves
>Step 1 complete
>Operation Soaked Sunset is a go
"I was just looking to get a bagel when I noticed your absolutely stunning hair"
>She grimaces a bit
"Uh, do I know you?"
>Hold out your hand
"I'm Nolan Nostradamus North, I live on the big hill on the South side of down"
>She looks left, looks right
>A sure sign there's a waterfall under that skirt
>Slowly, her hand makes its way to yours
"Yeah, okay, I'm Sunset Shimmer, Nolan Nor-"
>Pull her hand to your face
>Lean in
"Please,"
>kiss her hand
"Call me Nolan"
>Make your eyebrows jump
>She blushes and giggles
>Suddenly, she inhales sharply, covering her mouth with her hands
>Only a matter of time...
>Lean back in your chair
"Man, how much is a bagel again?"
>One of Sunset's friends you know from Itailan, Amy, speaks up
"I think it's like $1.10 or something"
>Pull out your wallet
>Flip through the bills
>Turn to Sunset
"Hey, if we had a baby boy, know what I'd wanna call him?"
>she smiles condescendingly, playing along
"Lemme guess, Des Perate?"
>Take out a giant pile of hundreds out of your wallet
"I was gonna go with Benjamin"
>And boom goes the dynamite
>Jaw on the floor, eyes the size of dinner plates, she's all yours

>Put the money away
"...Where'd you say you lived again?"
"Big hill. South side of town"
>Smirk
"It's less of a home, really, and more of a..."
"...more of a what?"
"A complex. You know, series of buildings and stuff. Pool building, horse stable, polo building, stuff like that"
>she giggles again
>damn that giggle
>damn those tits
>put your hand on her shoulder
"Hey, you wanna head over there after class today?"
>She looks at something over you, then back to your face
"C'mon girl, we'll head back, get some drinks, go for a swim, eat in the hilltop gazebo, I'll get you set up in a nice Saint's Purple dress..."
>Again, up and above, then back to you
"What do you say?"
>One more time, up, and back
>Get a little flustered
"The hell are you looking at?"
"You're in my seat"
>That was a muscular voice
>Turn around
>Captain of the wrestling team, Drayden, towers above you
>How he fits through doors with those shoulders is a marvel to you
>His quarterback friend Duke isn't far behind
"Hey Sunset"
"Hey Dray"
"Who's this goon job?"
"Nostradamus or something"
>Grip for your gun
>Drayden has a track record for friendliness and kindness
>The Gentle Giant
>But he has a, uh, history of going absolutely ape shit at the most random of times
>It's happened three times
>All three times, really bad things happened
"Now, I know you're grabbing for your piece"
>Gulp
"First you pepper Sunset with flirts and dollar signs, and now you wanna pepper me with bullets"
>He puts his hand on your shoulder
"Damn son, that's cold"
>He reaches into your holster and pulls out the gatt
>You're too paralyzed with fear to move
>He looks it over, pulls the safety, and jams it stuck
"There. Now run along and play with your nerf gun"
>Fucking RAGE
"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"
>Stand up and get in his face
>Despite being pretty big, he's only about 5' 9
"DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK YOU'RE DEALING WITH HERE?"
>He keeps a cocky half-smile
"Yeah. Nostadamus. Sunset just told me"
>She blows a kiss

    >Cock your leg back
    >Bring your knee forth, aiming for his family jewels
    >Feel a strong hand on your leg
    >Pulling up, up, up
    >Feel a little breeze
    >He's got your leg in the air in one hand and his food in another
    >And some shiny, mad-as-hell eyes
    >Duke laughs
    "Drayden you're fucking crazy"
    >He puts the food on the table
    >The next thing you know, you're in the air
    >Lifted by the legs, he's grabbed both and hoisted you up
    >And, judging by the sudden pain in your back, let go of you mid-air
    >A big blue-skinned guy, Drayden's figure bounces a bit as he giggles like a little boy
    "Man, that was some good form I had there"
    >He lowers a hand to you
    "I'm sorry Nos, don't shoot me or anything"
    >You grab his hand
    >He pulls you up and puts an arm around your shoulder
    "I like you man"
    >Realize just how quiet things are
    >Look around
    >The entire cafeteria is looking at you two
    >Drayden notices this
    "...Return to your meals!"
    >The sudden yell gets the white noise of the highschool started
    >He turns to you
    "Hey, we should do dinner tonite, after class and all"
    >Didn't he just nearly pile-drive you into the floor?
    >You're befuddled, to say the least
    "Here, let's walk to your class"
    >He turns his head
    "Come on Sunset, I got things to discuss with you"
    >She smirks and walks alongside the two of you
    >You leave the lunchroom, the monolith still on you
    "Now, Sunset and I are a thing. She's my baby-girl"
    "Ugh, not in public PLEASE"
    "And I know you're used to a lot of women with all that money your "saintly" father has running"
    >Drayden pats your scarf and pokes your fleur-de-lis
    "But I don't know if you heard, but that Amy chick yelled for you when you were about 10 feet in the air"
    >A mighty chortle from the belly of the wrestler echoes through the halls
    "Wait really? Don't play man, you already hurt my pride enough this morning"
    "Get some bro, use those moves that worked so well on Miss Shimmer"
    >Arrive at class
    >He slaps your ass
    "See ya after school bro"
    >He could be useful, you decide


>At home, after lunch with the guys
>Flirted with Amy, she was eating out of the palm of your delicious yellow hand by the end of the night
>Eating dinner with pops
"Hey, Dad, you know the Toasts?"
>He looks up
"They're a very influential family in the town. Big family. Not a whole lot of money, but a lot of friends, and those can be worth just as much when someone's trying to get something done"
"Not as much as bullets though, right?"
>Your father turns to his AR hanging on the mantlepiece
"If you dad didn't have his homies to cover his sorry ass, you probably wouldn't be here now"
>Suddenly all those Benjamins feel a little lighter...
"Why do you ask? Who do you know at school that's a Toast?"
"Drayden, big guy, he's cool and is pretty well-liked"
>pause
"I couldn't get Norman on-board with the whole Saints thing, but I've been thinking about inducting this guy"
>Your father puts down his fork
"Your job at that school is to get as many kids as you can to sport the Fleur and get their pre-20's asses into some fucking purple. It's a good start,"
>He shakes his head after looking you up and down
"And a long-time coming you scarf-obsessed twerp"
"...Norman's girlfriend says I look spiffy"
"You're gonna give me an aneurism, kid. It's a good start, and I'm looking forward to seeing where it goes"
>You smile, thinking about your own crew in the school
>Decked out in purple, kicking down doors, taking names
>Big Drayden at one side, luscious Amy at the other
>Hell, Norman deserves a company car, he's such a bro
>Sip from your drink
>Yeah, that could work