Silver Hearts
Words do not speak, for they require a voice, a voice that one cannot simply seek on their own, for doing so will blur their vision. they need guidance, an assistance that none wants, but everyone needs. Yet in world where words are necessary to sustain yourself and your voice is hidden from you, you start to seek guidance from those around you, guidance for something as simple self discovery. In these times you turn in place, seeing everyone walking away, almost like you are a bad influence, at least you think That's why.
Silvia Starlert, a young colt at the age of 13, trots around stifle gaskin middle school, the hallways as lifeless as Manestreet in Manehatten on new years eve. The bells that are about to ring will signal the end of third period, sending the young ones into a frenzy over their lunch time, filling the halls and blocking doorways. The usual colts shoving and girls panicking, teachers shouting and ap's are sighing.
I detested it, it always gave me headaches, minor concussions and bruises, plus the occasional bleeding whenever i get shoved into a scraped up locker. My best friend hazel would always have a first aid kit with her, I always laughed whenever she came by to help me, saying that she's just concerned about me. It was silly at first, but it only ever occurred to me that she liked me after I bruised my left hock and made a joke saying, "passerby would think you're giving me a blowjob" I expected her to laugh as she usually did at the joke, she bit her lip and blushed at the thought instead, she then ran away, leaving me with a sore, bleeding thigh, that makes it appear like aI'm having my period.
In any case, back to the hall; it hurts, it stings but that's all it is, pain, it starts and stops and leaves you a wreck but, that's all it will ever be. Flannel always said that, it was his mode of coping with the bullies at school, it was his way of rationalizing the things he does to the bullies, it was his manner of saying goodbye when he left.
I figured that, if he could make it through middle and high school, then what is blocking me? apparently, there was alot. Until my time arrived to show them who I really am.
I was walking towards the cafeteria without a concern. my scarf tied up, boots polished, black mane with white highlights, mane combed back behind the ears and my glasses lined up, set in cyan blue accents. i felt fabulous, and I'm damn sure that i look the part. Everything was just so beautiful.
The walk to the lunchroom was quite peaceful as opposed to the constant quake known as the hallways. Not that I'm complaining, its just, i don't know? unusual?
Whatever. If life decided i get a break, then goddamn it, I'm getting a fucking break!
If only it were such a day everyday
My thought proccess was interupted by my classmate, Lance, and the class president, Honor Role, who stopped just in front of me, both panting after some kind of run.
The former, Lance, stopped first and spoke in his scruffy prepubescent voice "Come on! Before its over!" he appeared to be exhausted from the run but not quite out of energy.
The latter, Honor Role, (who looked like he just won the running of the leaves) spoke in a much more mature tone. "I know, I know, I'm just a bit tired, why did it have to be after gym though? didn't he say it was gonna be in the library and gonna be YESTERDAY!?"
Oh dear celestia its Honor. Okay silvia, you can do this just walk up and say hello. Wait! You can't just walk up and say hello to him, he'll think you're a creep. how about a smile and a wave. NO! Thats worse. Okay silvia deep breaths, deep breaths. just think of something other than those glorious shoulders and those strong hocks that could thrust harder than a train at max speed. Oh celestia now I'm stareing.
Lance responded, "He said that in front of Mr. Iso Top to divert their attention away from the cafateria." to that Honor nodded and turned his head to my direction, smiling as he did so.
He said, "Oh hey silver, wait. What are you looking at?" His voice snapped me out of my stupor, and back to reality.
The weight his words had an impact that hit me like a train, only to be lost as the durragatory meaning of that simile also hit me like a train, forceing me to fluster and force my tail between my legs to hide my embaresment, and the outcome of that, "descriptive" piece of imagery.
I backed away into the hallway, a nervous smile of guilt, and a heavy blush too.
To this they shrugged and went on their way.
In response to their sudden exodus, i ran straight to the locker room to relieve the situation that had just "aroused"...
Upon arrival i checked this way and that, looking all around for anyone who might catch me.
After all of that i got to my locker, and found my gym bag.
The contents consisted of the male equivalent to makeup such as hairspray, shampoo conditioner, and deoderent. As well as the usual Silvia starlert equivalent to makeup.
Though unbeknownst to anyone besides me, there is a secret hidden within the bottle of hairspray, and his name is steel. Whenever you hold the bottle upside down and twist the cap, the bottom opens up to reveal a medium silicon horsecock dildo. As an added bonus, when you press the top, instead of a quick burst of hairspray, a long stream of (strawberry flavored) lube comes out.
I picked up the bag and made my way to the showers and locked myself in one of the stalls. from there i pulled out the phallus and squirted on the lube as i got to work. 10 minutes later i came out with a sore ponut and an empty can of "hairspray".
..............
The walk back to the cafateria was, once again, unceremoniously peaceful.
As i madeit to my usual spot i heard shouting, not in fear but in exitement, i quickly dashed over to the croud of colts, i heard a large bang, no, TWO large bangs. along with a loud cheer from the surounding peers. being the lithe little colt i am, i crawled underneathe and found myself in the midst of an adolesent riot.
I made it through to the other side. And discovered a gruesome sight, the face of my best friend hazel, her jaw was dislocated to the left, with bruises lining her nose, and blood running down her eyelids. Her cheeks were swollen, red and puffed out, making the impression of having an allergic reaction. a
Adding a quick glance to her attacker gives me the view of a powerful but ravenous being known solely as a bully. He moved up his right hoof to his temple. wiping sweat from his coat and onto the wailing filly. Her crying made him laugh, it was a great feeling for him to sweep over a filly like he was a god, tired of his subjects, so he smashed them with ease.
it killed me however, to see somepony's life, to see my best, NO my ONLY friend, torn apart. She lost her innocence, she lost her dignity, she lost her right to live a normal life, yet somehow, it felt like it was starting to get worse.
She wrenched her head in my direction, and reached a hoof out, begging me to help. i wanted to, oh god i wanted to. But I couldn't, I would become torn up. I would cry, I would be a living punching bag, a punching bag that poses itself at the sight of another's who... f
I gasped, the Earth around me went silent as I looked at the ground. I sighed, I wept, I felt terrible. No....
bang. The sound of another shock
I am awful.
Bang! There it was once more
i am a coward.
BANG! once more, harder this time.
Yet I am the bully
silence
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..
...
i saw a faint image, a death note that reads, "you killed me...."
I immediately saw red,
blood red,
In the niches of my vision.
It intensified, pulsating to the cadence of my hastening heart, it's burnt. It felt like my eyes were matches that just decided to strike themselves over flint just to experience what it's like to burn, and the veiny lines that they call their origin, stung like the fangs of a cobra, leaking their poison through the wounds just to feel powerful.
I detested the feeling, but this feeling loved me.
I felt rage, I felt like the I lost the last piece of my puzzle under my bed, and the piece doesn't even fit, like my memory suddenly packed its bags and departed without a word, and it's only note read, "fuck you".
FUCK IT!
If I'm gonna go, fine! at least I'm not dieing a coward.
All things reality escaped me, I felt nothing but the musical rhythm of my heart, and the blood in my veins. The fury, the sadness, the confusion, all bundled into one. I want to kill him
I sprang up and turned around.
a fiery twitch in my legs forced my forward thighs to lock up, and my flank to tighten. I coiled up my rear legs like a spring and launched my back legs out like a steel ball, fired from a cannon.