Celestia sat behind her desk, her expression cold and fingers tented as she stared at the delinquent who sat across from her.
The older teen, just old enough to be doing the twelfth grade for the second time, looked calm, cool, and collected. This was not really an attitude Celestia was especially fond of when it came to students who were causing trouble.
Celestia sighed. “So, Mister Flag, I have heard a few very interesting rumours floating around the school about you.”
The student looked at his fingers, inspecting his nails. “Is that so? And what are they saying about me this time.”
“Apparently, you’re selling pot and other party drugs to your fellow students.” Celestia shook her head. “And you’re doing this on school property of all places.”
“That’d be a pretty spicy rumour,” Flag agreed, smirking to himself. “If it was true.”
“And are you claiming that it isn’t?” Celestia asked.
Flag nodded. “Mhm.”
“Then why were these found in your locker, Mr. Flag?” Celestia asked, opening her drawer and pulling out a couple baggies, each filled with a different strain of marijuana. It was enough to keep a reggae concert well-stocked.
Flag’s eyes widened. “You can’t just search a student’s locker without giving them warning!” He growled. “I have rights you know.”
Celestia sighed and stood up, making her way towards the door. “Mr. Flag, I don’t think you realize how little I care about your rights. I am a Queen and this school is my castle. Your rights are mere privileges to me.” She glanced over her shoulder and smirked. “Privileges, mind you, that you choose to exploit and take advantage of.”
“Wait until my lawyer hears about this?” Flag grunted.
Celestia laughed. “Yes, let’s see how well that goes for you, caught with enough pot to warrant at least a couple years of community service. Not that I honestly expect you to even be able to afford a retainer in the first place.” She shook her head and slid the deadbolt into place with a loud thud. “But, Mr. Flag, it isn’t the pot that I’m concerned with. That’s not why I’m offended.”
A bead of sweat formed on Flag’s brow. “Then what’s up?”
Celestia smirked and now approached a closet. “Like I said, this school is my castle, Mr. Flag, which means that every junkie and supplier has the decency to pay their tribute for the privilege of peddling their products.” She shook her head. “But not you, Mr. Flag. You decided to disrespect me by coming onto my turf, selling your cheap ass garbage weed and not cutting me in on the deal.”
Flag’s breathing caught. “W-what?”
Celestia opened the closet, reaching into it. She hummed to herself as she drew back, twirling an aluminum baseball bat in her hand. She allowed Flag’s eyes to follow it before smacking it loudly into her palm.
“I’ll put it simply, kid.” Celestia stepped forward and roughly prodded him in the chest. “I want my money.”
Six students hovered over a stormwater grate. One of them, Rainbow Dash, was holding her phone with only a forefinger and thumb, sliding the thin piece of fragile technology between the grates, constantly making a series of ‘ooohhhhs’ and ‘ahhhs’ as she did so. A single wrong move and she’d drop it, plunging it into the abyss.
The other five girls all cheered her on, each daring her to inch even deeper and really push the limits of her grip and fool-hearted bravery.
Pinkie Pie was filming the whole thing, chanting Rainbow onward, constantly beseeching her to ‘do it for the Vine’. Though, of course, Vine was dead and this video would instead be on Tik Tok.
Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle, the human one, turned the corner, stumbling upon this far too stupid affair.
“What are you doing?” Sunset asked.
Applejack looked over. “Making a vine?”
“Isn’t Vine dead?”
Rarity snorted. “No one says 'do it for the Tik Tok,' darling.”
The human Twilight sighed, tilting her chin towards Rainbow. “You know that you’re out several hundred dollars if you drop that, right?”
Rainbow looked over and rolled her eyes. “Chill out, Twi. I’m not going to drop my phone.” She then looked back to the grate and continued her daring cinematography for Pinkie Pie.
“Yeah,” Twilight, the equine one, interjected. “Chill out, me, she’s not going to drop her phone.” She snorted. “Cuck.”
Rainbow laughed. “Nice one, Twi.”
The human Twilight sighed. “How are we even…”
“She’s not a cuck!” Sunset exclaimed. “We just got finished fucking.”
Human Twilight’s face burned. “Uh, maybe we could not yell that out loud?”
Before Sunset could respond, Rainbow yelped. It was a very terrified yelp.
Both of the Twilights and Sunset looked over and saw that there was no longer a phone between Rainbow’s fingers. Instead, their friend stared at the grate, utterly dumbfounded.
“I dropped my phone,” she mumbled before the gears clicked in her brain. “Fuck! I had like six months left on my contract!”
All of the girls just stared, dead silent, looking at the phone-devouring grate.
Except for Pinkie, who giggled. “Whoops. I wasn’t even filming.” When the girls all turned and stared at her, her giggling died away. “M-my bad?”
Luna sat upon her throne, sipping a glass of brandy from her vantage point overlooking the school’s gymnasium. It was the dead of night, with only a few feeble lights illuminating the venue. There was an arena of sorts set up on the ground floor, with a ring of pylons dictating its boundaries.
Across from her was another throne with a very crusty old bitch sitting in it, a lit cigarette glowing between her arthritic fingers.
“Headmistress Cinch,” Luna greeted, hoping the coolness of her voice wasn’t apparent.
Cinch smirked. “Luna.”
Luna gritted her teeth, hating the very sound of Cinch’s voice.
“I’m hoping that you brought a fitting champion this evening,” Cinch continued. “I was very disappointed after last month’s performance.”
Luna nodded and chimed a small bell at her side. A moment later, a masculine student with pure white skin strode forth. He looked like a modern Spartacus, with a body like Hercules and his armour made up of haphazardly thrown together football equipment. His knuckles gleamed as brass coated each.
Cinch appraised the boy and then rang her own bell. Her champion this evening was a nimble looking woman with equally white skin and soft pink hair. She wore a robe and had an ice-cold expression. Her weapon of choice was a heavy looking bow staff.
Why was it always robes and bow staves with Crystal Prep? Did Cinch have some kind of latent Sinophilia?
Luna smirked. “Bulk, if you win this fight, I promise you A’s across the board on this semester’s report card.”
Cinch snorted and looked at her champion. “Fleur, if you defeat this brute, I will ensure you win the Acorn Groves scholarship.”
Fleur bowed. “Yes, Mistress Cinch.”
“May the best principal win?” Luna said, gesturing towards her competition.
Cinch smirked and drew in a drag of her cigarette. “I intend to.”
Before Luna could retort, the Headmistress chimed her bell and the battle commenced.
Twilight, the human one, stepped into Cadance’s home office.
“Dean Cadance,” Twilight began.
Cadance smiled softly. “Twilight… neither of us are at Crystal Prep any longer and I’m married to your brother. You really don’t need to use my title, anymore.” She then nodded. “But, regardless, what can I do for you?”
Twilight nervously rubbed at her arm. “That’s actually why I wanted to talk to you. You know, you quitting from Crystal Prep? I was just wondering if…”
“If?” Cadance asked, offering an amused little smile.
“Well, you and Shining just took out a pretty big mortgage on your new home and…”
Cadance nodded. “You’re worried if we’re struggling financially?”
“Y-yeah.” Twilight offered a nervous grin. “I just… I’m here to help if you need anything, Big Sis.”
Cadance smirked. She’d love to see what type of help Twilight could possibly provide, considering the girl had never filled out a job application, let alone actually worked one. However, it was the thought that mattered.
“I wouldn’t worry about it, Twilight,” Cadance said, glancing at her computer monitor. “My side business is actually bringing in more than enough income to tide me over for the next little while.”
“Your side business?” Twilight asked, cocking a brow. “What are you doing?”
Cadance chuckled, looking through her OnlyFan analytics. “Uh… I’m a content creator.”